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astrophileous · 6 months

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ZARA MY LOVE MWAH SENDING THROUGH A REQUEST WOOOOOOO 😚😚😚

please give me spencer reid crumbs 🤲 maybe him seeing reader in a fancy dress for the first time 👀 and he’s like 😃 because she’s so pretty 🥴 and he’s been rendered speechless because oh my god that’s his girlfriend????? ARE YOU FEELING ME 😩😩

I FEEL YOU MA'AM!!! AND I GOTCHUUU DON'T WORRYYY 🫶🫶🫶 (y'all better thank avis the loml for sending in this request bcs this turned out better than I expected if I do say so myself 👀)

Warning(s): fem!reader, profanities, spencer being head over heels in love with his gf, kinda suggestive towards the end so pls minors just be mindful

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No one is laughing!"

"Right. You're saying that wasn't a snort that I just heard?"

"I just think you're being unreasonable."

"Unrea—? I'm not being unreasonable! Don't call me unreasonable!"

Spencer sighed out loud as he turned the car towards a quiet street, his eyes never straying off the road even if 90% of his attention had been domineered by your distressed voice resonating out of his speaker phone for the past fifteen minutes. Something crashed on the other end of the line, and Spencer nearly pressed his right foot all the way down on the brake pedal as he glanced worriedly at the device on the passenger's seat.

"Sweetheart? Everything okay over there?"

"Everything's fine! I'm okay, I'm okay!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm just—fuck. I bumped into some stuff. It's not a big deal."

"(Y/N)—" Spencer called out softly, "—why don't you take a deep breath for me, my love?"

"Spencer—"

"Just humor me, okay?" There was a lengthy pause before he heard you take several deep breaths through the phone. "Feel better now?"

"Maybe. A little bit. Yeah."

"Good." Spencer smiled, slowing his car down to a stop as he stared at the familiar building outside the window. "Because I'm pulling up to your place right now."

"What?!"

After a full more minute of you cursing the living daylights out of him, Spencer ended the call and grabbed the bouquet of flowers from the backseat before walking all the way up to your apartment on the third floor. The three-piece suit he donned felt stiff against his body. Nevertheless, it was the fanciest thing he owned in his closet, thus uncomfortable as he was, Spencer thought he'd endure it tonight for Rossi's sake.

It was a memorable night in the BAU's history, considering Rossi had just finished the first book he ever wrote after rejoining the team and was throwing a party to celebrate its launch. "It's a whole shindig," Rossi had announced. "Everyone's invited, so dress to impress. Don't forget to bring that lovely girl of yours, Reid."

You had only met the team once by this point—an accidental encounter that barely lasted ten minutes after you and your friends stumbled into the same restaurant where Spencer and his team just happened to be dining in—and Spencer couldn't be more ecstatic at the prospect of you finally getting to know his second family even closer. The invitation was merely an implied gesture that confirmed what Spencer already knew to be true: the team approved of you. They loved you.

Yet, as he extended the invite to you two weeks ago, Spencer was surprised to see you panic instead of the unadulterated joy that he had expected to witness when he went to deliver the news.

"Two weeks, you said? The party is in two weeks? Two weeks? I have nothing to wear!"

You had been freaking out over the party every single day since then. Upon further inspection, Spencer finally realized that this behavior stemmed from your fear of not being accepted by the team, which was illogical since Spencer had stated very clearly about how much they adored you.

"I didn't have the chance to prepare for a good first impression, Spencer. So whatever happens, everything has to be perfect for Rossi's party," you had reasoned.

Hence, Spencer could only watch you from the sideline as you ran around in a frenzy for the past couple of weeks. He listened patiently to each one of your manic ramblings and gave you reassurances whenever you needed it. Before he left for your place that night, he made sure to stop by his usual florist to purchase a big bouquet of your favorite flowers, hoping that the vibrant arrangement could offer some repose to your restlessness.

A couple of minutes later, Spencer found himself coming face to face with the view of a familiar door. His grip around the bouquet tightened as he knocked on the wood three times.

"Coming!" you exclaimed from inside the apartment.

When the door finally swung open, Spencer nearly collapsed as he felt the air being knocked completely out of his lungs.

Spencer realized, then, that in the ten months the two of you had been together, there had never been any special occasion where the two of you were required to dress to the nines. And as lovely as you always looked in Spencer's eyes, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you standing in a luxurious dress, all dolled-up like the epitome of timeless beauty whose fairness they used to sing about back in the old days.

The material of the dress flowed and hugged your body in all the right places, giving Spencer a calculated peek to the vast skin underneath that he had mapped out countlessly in the past. The dress itself came in a color that complimented the natural gleam of your skintone. You looked radiant as you stood there with the dress and your makeup perfectly in place. Still, as stunning as you were at that moment, Spencer knew that the dress wouldn't be as captivating as it was had it been any other person wearing it instead of you.

"Spencer." The sound of his name in your enthralling voice brought Spencer back out of his stupor. "Can you wait a minute? I need to find my purse. I swear, I put it somewhere around here. And shoes! Shit. I haven't chosen what shoes to wear."

You flew around the apartment with the most anxious elegance Spencer had ever seen in a person. He wordlessly walked into the threshold and kicked the door shut behind him. You reappeared in front of Spencer barely five minutes later, holding a matching purse in your hand and standing four inches taller courtesy to the heels you were wearing.

"Okay, I'm ready!" you announced. "Spencer? Why are you looking at me like that? What, do I have something on my face? Crap, is it my lipstick?!"

Spencer stepped closer as you began rummaging through the tiny purse you were carrying. He gripped your wrist in his hand, stopping your ministrastions until you finally looked up at him.

"You look beautiful," Spencer admitted in a breathless murmur. "So gorgeous."

Without a word of warning, Spencer used his free hand to pull you closer by the waist, connecting his desperate lips with your sweet ones. You yelped against him before melting completely into his embrace, letting his tongue dominate your own as your delight erupted in a series of muffled whimpers. It felt as if hours had passed—your legs threatening to turn into jelly underneath you—when Spencer eventually pulled away, resting his forehead on top of yours as the two you tried to catch your breath.

"You have lipstick on your face." You laughed, wiping the reddish stain around Spencer's lips as your boyfriend chuckled wholeheartedly. "Not that I didn't appreciate the passionate display of affection, darling, but what was that for?"

"Nothing. I just love you so much."

"Uh-huh." You raised a pair of unimpressed eyebrows at him, your lips curving up one degree further when you saw what he was holding in his hand. "Is this for me?"

Spencer grinned as he presented the bouquet in your face. "Who else?"

You offered a quick thank you before rushing towards the kitchen where you relocated the flowers into a vase. Spencer followed closely behind, gaze never straying far from you as you pranced around the space fluidly.

"It's pretty." You hummed appreciatively as you set the vase on the kitchen peninsula. "Thank you, Spencer."

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he replied. Spencer's stare raked over your entire figure for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes, a twinkle in his eyes when he finally found your expectant gaze directed at him. "You know, the party venue isn't really far from here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Spencer whispered, stealthily moving towards you as if he was a predator stalking its prey. "And the party doesn't start for another fifteen minutes anyway, so there's no reason for us to leave right away."

A familiar fire burned brighter behind your eyes with every inch of distance Spencer managed to consume. "Is that so?"

"Absolutely." He was standing in front of you now, fingers dancing up and down your arms calling for goosebumps to rise on their wake. "Besides, I don't think anyone would mind if we arrive a few minutes late, right? After all, it's not our party."

"No, it's not." You gasped when Spencer shoved your body towards him, your chest flush against his to the point where you could feel the thumping of his heart on top of yours. "Fuck, Spencer. Just kiss me."

Groaning, Spencer didn't waste a single second before he claimed your lips in a hungry kiss. Spencer's palms roamed every expanse of flesh he could reach, eager to hear you sing his praises in the form of enraptured moans and gasps that elicited a blazing flame inside his own body.

Needless to say, as much as Spencer loved seeing you in that dress, he didn't think there was any greater sight than watching it thrown haphazardly on the floor.

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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IMAGINE wanderer with breeding kink 😭😭😭 IM HFIWJDJW—

imagine a scenario where reader is super popular with guys because she is pretty (but she doesnt know that) and wanderer just gets possessive and once they get home, he bends her over the table and just keeps going no matter how much she cries that it was too much and he say something about how he should knock her up so everyone knows that she is his- 😩😩😩

Wanderer x fem! reader. Smut. Breeding kink. Praise. Usual insecurities about looks.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx @kichikichiko @that-one-gay-writer1227

Wanderer was disgusted with the sight unfolding in front of him. It was a common sight for him. There were two boys giving you sweets and declaring their love for you in a loud way to get your attention.

He supposed he couldn't blame them. He has done the exact same thing to you, except not in a gushy, puppy dog in love way. A very abrasive standoffish way. <3

They were pissing him off.

And so where you.

Because you said that thing. That thing he always hated.

"Guys, please. I'm flattered, but I don't even see why would say I'm pretty?" You were so polite about it, always not accepting their gifts and praise they practically puked all over you.

It made him sick.

Wanderer did what he always did. "What about my glare doesn't say fuck off and stop wasting your time," he snarled in a low, dangerous tone. He snatched the love letters and a box of candy from them.

The candy! He didn't know what was worse. You putting yourself down or the candy.

Wanderer's anger and jealousy seemed to dance and vibrate along your skin.

"Nahida is going to be so pissed at me. She already gave me two warnings for burning this shit right in the street," Wanderer grumbled, using Anemo in a way that always impressed you. He used the wind to fan the flames of the cooking pot outside of a cafe in Sumeru City to burn everything the boys had given you. You genuinely didn't think that was possible. He was so angry that the flames should've instantly extinguished.

Once he was done, Wanderer grabbed your hand and started the short journey back to your home. He didn't say one word to you. He slammed the door closed the behind him.

"It's okay, I didn't accept anything. I couldn't. And besies I'm not even--"

"Shut your mouth. Now," he growled. He knew exactly what was going to come out of your pretty mouth and he couldn't stand to hear it again.

He pushed you roughly against the wall, pouring passion into your mouth with deep, mouthed kisses. You shivered, breathless. It felt like he was kissing praise into you.

For what?

"You are so fucking beautiful. I practically fall on my knees everyday because of your beauty. Me. On my knees for someone? It's funny how the world works, isn't it?" he chuckled, tugging on your lower lip before sinking his teeth into your neck.

You hissed in softly in pain, but it was quickly soothed by heavy grinds of his teeth and sucking, nursing his tongue against your skin in a soothing way.

Again, it felt like it was drooling, sucking, and biting praise onto your skin.

Why?

"You taste so good I just can't help myself. I get drunk everytime." he babbled while he sucked, his hands tearing at your clothes and throwing them carelessly on the ground. "It's like the finest wine, the fruity flavored ones that you like but I hate."

He plunged two fingers inside of you, barely giving you time to adjust before he added a third finger, hooking it inside you. It made your body twitch with pleasure, making you moan and whine.

Wanderer only meant to finger you a little, just to make you cry and moan and plead. His fingers were pouring that praise again.

You thought you were beginning to understand why.

When Wanderer roughly gripped your hip to hold you still when you started bucking your hips into his fingers, crying out in the most delicious way.

He had a literal aha! moment. He tapped his fingers against your hip, burying his fingers inside of you with extra force to convey his excitement. It nearly made you cum on his fingers.

"I have an idea! It's one that will end all this drivel that spills from your mouth about your beauty." He was smirking intensely in excitement. He gripped your hip tightly for a moment, kneading his fingers into your skin. "You see I have always noticed something about these hips."

Turning you around so quick it stunned you. He bent you over the table. Licking up your neck, he gripped your hair, pulling your head back so that his lips were right next to your ear. "They are perfect for fucking our children into."

You gasped when Wanderer took out his cock and roughly snapped his hips as he thrust inside of you. He always liked to be naked while he fucked you, but he just couldn't wait to breed you. It was something he obsessed about actually.

"Ah! AH! Scara, please! I can hardly breathe!" You cried out, making him laugh.

"Ha, I don't want to hear it from you. Your hips were always begging me to fill you full. This is what you want to, isn't it?" He thrusts were relentless, your fingernails digging into the table to ground yourself, because his intensity made you dizzy. "Now use your words and tell me you want a family with me. Hurry up because I am almost close to filling you."

His hand reached around until he could feel something. He pressed on the bulge in your stomach. You screamed with pleasure.

"Say it! Say it!" Wanderer growled, using your hair as leverage to bury himself inside of you.

"Scara! Scara! Please! It feels so good my head to spinning!" You cried out, your walls clamping tighter the more he thrust.

Wanderer flipped your over so he could see the bulge poking in your stomach. It sent such a thrill through him. "Then say it!"

"Yes, Scara! Yes! It's what I want!" Your whole body shook as you climaxed, tears falling from your eyes.

"Now you understand," he groaned, cumming inside of you. He never stopped thrusting. "I hope you know that we are going for multiple rounds. You have a lesson to be fucked into you. Brace yourself while I make you a mother. We are going all night so I can do it right the first time!"

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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I need more perv Eddie please like that last one all the talk even the getting off between her lips🤤😩DIRTY FILTHY MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING

warnings: public sex, anal, choking, spanking, ass to mouth (with fingers), slightly dubcon (she tells him to slow down and he doesn't because she didn't safeword), degradation ('whore' 'slut' and 'bitch') but also lots of praise at the end

GUYS BASICALLY IT'S REALLY GROSS DON'T SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU...

this is part 3!! here's part 1 and part 2 :)

The bleachers rumbled every time there was a score, a big metallic stir above you like thunder-- but you barely even heard it. You just heard Eddie moaning in your ear as he held you tight and fucked you hard.

"Fuck-- y'like this?" he groaned. "Getting fucked on your hands and knees, like a whore, in front of all these people?"

You whimpered and nodded quickly, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket that he'd laid under you to protect your delicate skin from the gymnasium floor. What a gentleman.

"One of them looks down through the seats and they're gonna see you being my little slut," he reminded you, "is that what you want? Want them to see?"

You nodded again, feeling your insides pulse with need.

"Then moan louder for me," he suggested, and you did. You didn't even look to see if anyone heard, if there were any curious eyes peering between the steel; you could barely hear yourself think with the volume all around, the sensory overload only adding to your overstimulation.

He'd already made you come twice before he fucked you-- once with his fingers, once with his mouth; he said something about wanting to make that pretty pussy leak down your thighs before he fucked you raw. You know, just paraphrasing.

And now you were tumbling quickly to a third, legs starting to quiver as his hand wrapped around your throat to hold you still while he plowed into you. "Do you wanna breathe, or do you wanna come?" he asked roughly.

"Wanna come, Eddie, please!" you sobbed, losing your breath a moment later as his grip tightened on your neck. Your eyes rolled back and instantly the first wave hit you, your walls quivering as a new coating of arousal ran down your legs.

"Good girl," he grunted, fucking you even deeper, "little cunt squeezin' my dick so good-- fuck, you're so fucking dirty, baby..."

Just when you thought you might actually pass out, your whole face going tingly and numb, he let go of your neck and you gasped out a loud cry.

He sat up, holding onto your hips with one hand and your shoulder with the other so he could keep fucking you as deep as he wanted. "Hope they all fucking hear you," he grunted. "Want them to hear how good I make my girl feel."

The hand on your hip moved to give your ass a firm spank, making you arch your back happily. "More, please--"

You choke on your words because he was already hitting you two more times, rubbing the sensitive skin with his hot hand just to make you whimper louder.

He surprised you by moving his hand further across your ass as he fucked you, ever-so-subtly inching towards--

Biting your lip, you felt his thumb start to tease your puckered hole, rubbing little circles around the rim as you felt your toes curl in excitement. It was so dirty, so different, and you wanted Eddie to just do it, just take you somewhere you'd never even been touched before to remind you that you were all his.

His perverted little slut.

He kept fucking you just as fast and needy as usual-- Eddie wasn't really one to take it slow, once he was inside you he was chasing his high just about as fast as he could get it. He still took care of you, of course, but sometimes it had to be after he caught his breath and was ready to give you some attention again... thankfully, if he had just come inside you, he'd always clean up after himself while he took care of your orgasm.

(Once he even pulled out and came on your stomach but still licked it up after and fed it to you with a sloppy kiss. Eddie definitely had a kink for doing whatever filthiness he could with his come-- seemed like you were learning about a new kink of Eddie's every day.)

You smirked as you felt him press his thumb harder against your other hole, just barely beginning to breach into it. Nodding, you encouraged him to push in more, only to gasp loudly when he did-- to the first knuckle, not even that deep yet but still making your stomach twist in excitement.

Soon enough, he was pumping his thumb in and out of your ass while his cock made those filthy squishy sounds every time it filled your cunt to the brim.

Then he took it out, making you whine quietly in disappointment as you dropped your face down onto the jacket under you-- only for him to fill the empty space with two fingers twisting in your hole.

"Fuck, fuck," you heard him groan, "such a tight little ass, can barely take two of my fingers..."

It was true, your whole body was shaking trying to manage the stress.

"Makes your pussy even tighter," he continued. "I can-- baby, I can feel my cock inside you..."

His fingers rubbed against the wall in between, massaging his own cock through your barrier, and you could hardly believe the way it made your stomach drop with desire. Leave it to Eddie to fulfill all your worst fantasies and then take them a few steps further like that.

But you still needed more, of course.

"Fuck, Eddie," you whined, "put it in my ass-- fuck my ass, please? Please!"

"Oh my god," he panted, "oh my god oh my god--"

He was already pulling out of your pussy, holding your hips tight with one hand and grabbing his cock with the other to guide his head to your puckered entrance. He pushed his hips forward and your body didn't give way at first-- he groaned and did it again, making you both gasp when he broke past the tension and slipped his head inside.

"Ohh fuck," he breathed.

You whined loudly and bit your lip; it hurt, but you liked it... a lot. It was unlike anything else, an overwhelming fullness that made your pussy ache with jealousy. But she got some attention just a moment later when he slammed in deeper and his balls slapped onto your dripping hole. Your back instinctively arched the other way as he started fucking you fast and rough-- it made the stretch too strong to take. You reached back to try to grab onto his thigh through his jeans. "E-Eddie, s'too much, ow! Fuck, slow down..."

"M'sorry baby, I'm so sorry, I can't," he groaned, "fuck, it's good... it's too good, sweetheart, I need to fuck you-- god-- I need to fuck your tight little ass."

You sobbed and dug your nails into the fabric instead, clenching your jaw as you fought through the pain. He leaned down over you again, grabbing your face and slipping his fingers-- those fingers-- right into your open mouth.

"Fuck, clean my fingers off, clean my fucking fingers off," he moaned out his demand, groaning as he watched you suck on the fingers he'd pressed to your tongue. They really didn't taste like what you'd worried they would taste like-- a little musky but that's it. "Oh, you like that," he laughed proudly, "your ass fuckin' squeezed me, baby. God, I'm so close-- you feel so fucking good, my filthy fucking whore."

You hummed around the fingers-- the pain had just started to subside, and even just the little doses of pleasure from his heavy, hairy balls slamming into your pussy were adding up. Nothing turned you on like being his whore, like taking whatever he gave you no matter how taboo.

Your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes shut tight as a tingling pleasure started to crawl up your spine, and you heard him gasp. "You gonna come?" he realized. "From this? Jesus Christ. You're so good, you're fucking perfect. Disgusting little bitch."

"Mhmm," you hummed in agreement around his fingers.

"I-I'll try to last, fuck," he promised, "wanna see you come from getting fucked in the ass. God, I hope someone's watching. Free fuckin' porno-- but even in the pornos they don't come from getting their asses fucked, that's just you baby. You're such a slut, sweetheart, you're out-slutting the professionals. Are you proud of yourself? 'Cause I'm so fuckin' proud of you."

That was it-- that was what sent you over the edge, because it was the last thing you expected him to say. He sighed in your ear as he felt you come, fucking you even faster through it.

"Gonna come in your ass, gonna fill this little ass up," he grunted, but he already was, you could feel it pumping from the base of his cock into you and it was just too perfect.

You were so tingly and numb and dazed that you sort of just... came to, a minute or so later, realizing you were laying on the ground with his come leaking out of your ass. He was wrapping you up in his jacket, peppering your face with kisses.

"You're so perfect, my perfect girl," he praised quietly, "god, I-- what did I do to deserve you? Like a dirty angel from filthy pervert heaven."

You mustered enough energy to giggle, playfully trying to push him away as he buried his face in your neck. "Eddie," you whined, "can we go home yet?"

"What, you don't wanna stay and watch the game?" he smirked. "We've got such a great view of..." he glanced around at the bleachers forming a lean-to around you. "Well, of 500 pairs of shoes."

You smiled as he scooped you up into his arms, and after a long hug and some careful redressing, he helped you sneak back out with him the way you came in. You were supposed to drive back to his trailer and spend the night there, but you were so exhausted that you ended up falling asleep in each other's arms in the back of his van, without ever leaving the school parking lot.

Which, yes, did result in a knock on his window from the security guard at half-past midnight. But it was all so worth it.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #oh god this is gross #perv!eddie munson

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vettelsdarling · 5 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

Lissie note… Here’s the winner of the poll (winner of this season as well)! Anyways, so sorry for my absence… hope this makes up for it❤️

Summary: Reader used to date George, as they’d been friends since birth. However, she takes a liking to someone he considers an enemy on the track: Max Verstappen. They do say revenge is best served cold… and who is colder than the star of Red Bull himself?

Things to note:

Reader is a year younger than Max (same age as George)

Reader made her break in Tennis

George and Reader are not on good terms (he cheated) (this is not a jab at George btw. My fav team is literally Mercedes)

The whole deal is pretty “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”.

Some of the fc is Emma Raducanu (my fav tennis player❤️)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x George’s ex gf!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none really

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @darleneslane, @allwaysallyway

Playlist Recommendations: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐌𝐕𝟏

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yourusername Stressful training all week. Ready to show off this weekend!🔥

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charlottesiine Yess! I’ll be watching! Btw, was he any good at tennis?

yourusername He wishes he was me. Should stick to racing.

user1 guys… the third pic…🧍‍♀️

user2 Didn’t George and her split like a few months ago?

user3 New guy? Who’s this🤨

user4 Her brother maybe?

user5 @ user4 Nah, did you see the comment Cha posted and the response to it? That’s def a new guy

user6 @ user5 it’s someone on the grid

user7 Ughhh I can’t wait for this weekend😩👏

user8 Is this the sound of my parasocial relationship crackling?

user9 WHO IS THAT?

user10 Ten bucks it’s Charles

user11 I’ll take that action. Ten it’s Lando

sportsgossip

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sportsgossip someone spotted a certain tennis player with a certain Red Bull driver… anonymous tip! Seems like someone is over George already…

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user1 Wtf WHEN WAS THIS?

user2 Her recent post…😭

user3 MAX? WHAT😃

user4 I kinda love that omg

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maxverstappen1 Just appreciating the view❤️

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yourusername Conveniently free this weekend

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landonorris I’m living for this shade

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user1 George is absolutely shitting himself rn I just know

user2 She traded a rookie for a world champion

user3 I respect it

user4 I love that Max is subtly hinting that George didn’t appreciate her as much as he does😭

user5 It’s honestly kinda cute

user6 Shade aside, it really is

user7 George is missing out

user8 Okay but she is GORGEOUS

user9 Can someone give some background info? Why did she and George break up?

user10 Allegedly, George cheated on her with someone he met at a post-race party. She got an anonymous tip about it and they couldn’t seem to work things out I guess… but yeah. Everything is alleged.

user9 Oh okay thanks that’s helpful

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yourusername This week was just 🤍🤍🤍

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charlottesiine Must do this again🤍

yourusername Agreed🤍

francisca.cgomes Where was I in this🤨

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user1 Okay but these two are literally the best friend dynamic ever.

user2 Two pretty best friends… could never be us @ randomuser

user3 I’m genuinely so confused by her relationship status rn but the fact that her and Cha are still friends??? LOVE IT

user4 Here’s me wishing I was a wag or whatever…🧍‍♀️

user5 Relatable

user6 Can’t wait for her to post pics with Max👏

user7 I mean… it isn’t official though. Is it?

user8 I don’t think she will do that unless she also confirms her relationship with him

user6 @ user8 Max already posted her…

user9 I just know she’s friendly

user10 She is! I went to one of her opens and she signed my card of her and gave me a hug. She even offered to stay around for pictures and stuff.

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wagsf1 @ yourusername and @ maxverstappen after his race win🌸

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user1 I’m seriously just wondering HOW George is feeling about all this

user2 Whatever he feels abt it… he deserves it.

user3 George is probably crying in the garage

user4 They’re so cute though😭❤️

user5 They’re my new fav couple on the grid.

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maxverstappen1 I don’t think I could’ve been luckier than this❤️

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yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

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user1 I’m happy she broke things off with George cause this is just so cute

user2 Maybe don’t bring it up in Max’s comments💀💀

user3 I love how he’s acting like they’ve been dating for years😭

user4 I mean… he has EVERY right to

user5 This is what I mean when I say I want to date

user6 Ik they recently started dating but I just know they’re going to last

user7 Max is so dedicated like wtaf😭 We did not see this from George

user8 We really didn’t💀

user9Max talked about her in the most recent post-race interview😭❤️

user10 This relationship is going to set unrealistic standards for me😭😭😭

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user5 Wimbledon win upcoming🔥

user6 Manifesting it🙏

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user8 Literally

user9 She’s so pretty❤️

user10 Max is lucky

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user1 So it’s official then

user2 I don’t know who I’d rather be😩

user3 We never saw this content with George🤡

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user3 She’s so Lana coded and I love it

user4 She’s just so tennis coded and old money and I’m in loveeee

user5 The fact that SHE was cheated on?🧍‍♀️

user6 Puts things into perspective

user7 I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t matter how pretty you are anymore😭💀

user8 I’m literally buying tickets to her next game so I can shove marriage papers in her face

user9 I’ll beat you to it

user10 Why Max… why not me😐

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩��𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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✨It’s Just You And Me - Mason Mount Social Media Au ✨

Hi 🤭 this is part two to Kisses To My Ex’s, if you haven’t I suggest you read that first so you don’t get confused. As always your feedback means the world. I really hope this is good enough as the first one was 🤍

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*two weeks later*

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footballersandwagstea Mason Mount seen with Y/N L/N last night cozied up with one another. Have they resolved things?

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masonandy/n IS WAR FINALLY OVER?? 🫠

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⤷ masonmutd you don’t even know that yet 🙄

⤷ masonupdates those pictures says otherwise 🤨

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⤷ maya_ never a dull time with us 🥰

⤷ izabela.r oh yeah like how tonight y/n ‘accidentally’ spilled her drink on this girl 👀

⤷ yourinstagram don’t go there, she pissed me off 🙄

⤷ masonsprivate oh I need to hear about this 🧐

⤷ maya_ well hello there! I’m sure y/n would love to tell you herself in her own time 😉

⤷ izabela.r yeah I’m pretty sure she’s ecstatic to tell you 😌

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izabela.r about last night…we don’t talk about it ☺️ yourinstagram that’s right, we don’t! 💓

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⤷ maya_ I don’t recall anything about me taking the picture 🙄

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⤷ izabela.r someone’s just jealous they weren’t invited ;)

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What do you think about horny Abby all spread out, whimpering and groaning, while getting herself off and forcing the reader to sit on the bed infront of her and watch ? Like maybe she’s purposely trying to send the reader crazy as a form of punishment for teasing abby all week? Idk Abby’s just so pretty it kinda frazzles my brain 😩

what's driving me crazy here is that abby doesn't even have to tie you up or restrain you in any way, she just tells you to sit and you do. of course you do, you're her good girl at heart. just been a lil pent up and needy this week, right?

even so, you've been teasing her all fucking week. running your hands over her biceps, clinging to her, toying at the edge of her pants and her boxers, pressing your tits into her when you hug. even going so far as to push your knee between her legs when you cuddle or makeout, trying to make abby needy.

and god it's working. she's supposed to be focusing on school because her summer classes just started and yet she has her needy girl clinging to her 24/7. so the second she got a night off, courtesy of her busting her ass the day before and knocking out any work that would prevent her from ruining you, she dragged you into the bedroom and sat you at the edge of the bed.

it's been an hour and she's cum twice, sprawled out against the headboard and looking fucking divine. her hair is loose, blond wisps clinging to her sweat slicked skin. all that beautiful, freckled skin flushed with heat and shining under the dim light. the soft fat of her tits bouncing with her movements, just enough to make your mouth water at the sight of her hard nipples. muscles flexing and moving as she writhes, her thighs twitching in an effort to stay open. her knees are bent and her feet are planted on the bed, spread wide to show you her glistening cunt.

and it's a fucking sight. her cunt is sucking in a hot pink rabbit vibrator, the ears nestled tight against her clit and making her whine. the ways she's angled the part inside her is driving her insane, the vibrations against her g-spot making her leak profusely. abby thanks every rational part of her brain for setting down a thick towel before she began, because she can feel the slick trickling out of her. she's approaching her third orgasm and god if she doesn't sound incredible.

"shit, shit, 'feels so fucking good, mhhm"

"oh my god, feels so good in me, fuck"

she's grinding the toy into her, drooling at the sensation against her sensitive little clit. her head is so incredibly fuzzy and everything's so fucking hot, but she's very very aware of the other presence in the room.

her gorgeous little tease of a girlfriend, sitting at the edge of their bed wearing nothing but a pretty set of lingerie that Abby picked out. she helped dress you in a set that you look gorgeous in and then forced you to sit still and be good, unable to touch abby or yourself. you're trying not to wiggle, but it's so hard when Abby looks so fucking gorgeous. every inch of her is heavenly, blessed by the gods, and god the sounds she's making are driving you insane. her moans and whimpers, of course, but also the slick sound of her fucking her pussy. it's obscenely loud, the gushing slide of the vibrator grinding into her. it was even louder when Abby was fucking two thick fingers into her, hooking into her pretty cunt and making her groan in a way that made you throb.

at this point you're completely soaked, slick dripping down your thighs onto the towel abby set beneath you. it's ridiculous how worked up abby's got you, but you really can't complain.

you know that as long as you're good, abby will take care of you. if you somehow survive her third orgasm, as she shakes and gushes and gently squirts onto the bed, one rough hand groping at her tits. it's so hot you nearly cum on the spot and/or pass out, but it's all worth it when abby pulls the wet toy out of her pussy and crawls over to you, shoving the part that was inside her down your throat.

she's gentle with it, fucking your throat and giggling at the way you moan at her taste. she slides one hand down your body, sliding into your panties and pressing at your neglected clit, murmuring to you and making you lightheaded.

"you were so good for me, my pretty girl. can finally take care of you like you deserve, yeah?"

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut

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i absolutely need like a few more parts of ryley Ladd insta blurb, like I'm so into themmmm

SHE IS BACK !!!!!! for context: this part is set two years after the final part, check the entire story here

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ynfan1 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

oliviarodrigo I AM !! 😩

ynfan2 another breakup album since she and jacob ended things :(

sabrinacarpenter I’ll take all the heartbreak you wanna give me

ynfan3 FINALLY ITS BEEN ALMOST TWO YEARS

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celebrityleaks Harry Styles spotted leaving ex girlfriend YN’s apartment building in NYC last night. Via Daily Mail

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harryfan1 OH

ynfan1 no fucking way…

harryfan2 omg this was so in expected ?? they broke up years ago

ynfan2 literally caught in 4k

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ynfan1 EXCUSE ME

harryfan1 no seriously, what’s going on

ynfan2 oh jesus they really are back together

harryfan2 hs4 is going to be an interesting album

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yourinstagram sex (with my ex), the first single off my third album will be yours this friday.

this is a song about going back to someone you thought you were over, feelings sparkling again and that aftertaste of heartbreak after a one night stand.

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ynfan1 OH MY GOD YES

sabrinacarpenter they’re not ready 🤔

harryfan1 oh god this is chaotic

ynfan2 BUT WHICH EX JACOB OR HARRY

↳ harryfan2 i mean harry was literally spotted leaving her apartment in the middle of the night 😭

conangray this tea is boiling

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ynfan1 i still haven’t processed it

harryfan1 she’s insane for this but it’s a great song tho

ynfan2 she really spilled the tea about how they hooked up again she’s so chaotic 😭

harryfan2 harry it’s your turn now

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celebrityleaks Harry Styles and YN spotted together today. Rumors of them getting back together have been all over the internet lately, our source says that the alleged couple kissed during their outing.

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ynfan1 THE PLOT THICKENS

harryfan1 this is the last thing we need

ynfan2 he hurt her so bad and he’s probably gaslighting her into getting back together lol i don’t trust the snake

harryfan2 why are some people so negative? their breakup was almost two years ago and if they’re trying it again it’s bc they feel like it’s the right thing to do. they’re adults

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harrystyles WANT YOU BACK. OUT NOW. SURPRISE.

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harryfan1 OH MY HOLY FUCK

gemmastyles ❤️❤️❤️

harryfan2 SO DAMN UNEXPECTED

ynfan1 AND NOT YN LIKING TOO 😳

harryfan3 is this about camille or yn omfg

↳ ynfan2 definitely yn

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harryupdates “The song is pretty much self explanatory, when you want someone back, then you want them back, it’s not hard to notice” -Harry about Want You Back on BBC Radio

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harryfan1 He’s not serious

ynfan1 💀

harryfan2 he’s never going to actually answer a question isn’t he

harryfan3 okay but when’s the album coming

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ynfan1 my baby 🥹

harryfan1 the soft launch that they’re together, i love it

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Housewife situation fem!reader with abby anderson???? Fluff and smut or whtv you want!! <3

Ok here's the thing, I love love love Abby Anderson. Like I have an enormous crush on her okay. And I just—THE BRAINROT IS REAL. And picturing a whole housewife scenario with her??? This just makes me want to marry her ONG 😩😩😩😩😩😩

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Abby always wakes up early since she's got the morning patrol. She'll be out of bed before the sun rises, and she'll pepper your face with kisses as she leaves.

You grab her by the wrist, the hem of her shirt, her hand—whatever you can reach of her in your half-dozed state.

“Stay,” you beg, pulling her towards you, and she sits on the bed beside you. “Please. Just five more minutes.”

“You know I can't, baby,” she tells you, brushing your messy hair off your face. “I'll be late to work.”

“Please,” you insist, cuddling into her lap, her thighs strong beneath her khakis.

She sighs gently and caves. “Five more minutes,” she agrees, holding you, caressing your face. She loves how you look so pleased that she's staying five minutes more beside you. Sometimes, she can't understand how she managed to get someone like you to love her. It amazes her as much as it thrills her.

When the five minutes are over, she presses kisses to your forehead as she says her goodbyes, and you watch her go with half-lidded eyes.

You get out of bed a few hours later, when the sun is bright and shining through the thin curtains. You change out of your pajamas into a pair of small shorts and one of Abby's t-shirts that smells like her, and get to your chores.

You make yourself breakfast and clean your plates, you sweep the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, the bathroom, and the hall. You dance and sing on your own with a few songs that play on the radio, and you think about Abby.

You make the bed, organize the pillows, fold your pajamas and Abby's. As you're working and singing, your eyes fall on the pretty pink box of yours that Abby stashed under the bed.

Your pussy clenches at the knowledge of what's in there, and, even though you shouldn't—you still have chores to do and no time to waste—you slide the box out from under the bed and open it.

Inside: a tube of lube, a rabbit vibrator, a few bullet vibrators, handcuffs, and a stack of Polaroids that you're quickly reaching for. You realize that Abby's strap on isn't here, which only riles you up more because it means she's wearing it to work.

You climb on the bed, eyes scanning over the pictures. There you are, all teary-eyed and swollen lips as you suck on Abby's cock. Another picture of you with your thighs spread, your slick dripping down to the bed, your thighs covered in hickeys. A third one reveals your breasts, littered in bite marks and hickeys, Abby's mouth in the picture as she sucks your nipple. Another one, you on all fours while Abby fucks you from behind, the strap on coated in your slick, your ass red from where Abby's rough hands have been gripping it.

You can feel your pussy throbbing, your arousal pooling onto your panties. You lay back against the pillows, one hand rubbing your pussy over your shorts while you continue studying the pictures.

Abby fucking you from behind, both of you standing as she forces you to watch yourself in a mirror, the flash a bright white against the edge of the mirror. A picture you took, Abby's gorgeous blue eyes looking right into the lens from between your thighs, your pussy raw, Abby's mouth and chin covered in your slick as she eats you out.

You push your shorts to the side, along with your panties, and run your fingers over your dripping folds. A soft breath leaves your lips as you brush soft circles on your clit.

Another Polaroid shows you on top of Abby, your head thrown back, your chest on display as you ride her.

You pinch your clit, placing the Polaroids on the bed beside you, focusing on your fingers on your cunt and wishing it was Abby touching you.

Unbeknownst to you, Abby has taken advantage of the fact that it's Friday, and she's managed to get someone to replace her afternoon shift. By midday, she's making her way back home. Back to you.

The radio is on, some late 80s jam playing loud enough for Abby to hear the music through the door as she fetches her keys out of her pocket.

She unlocks the door and walks in, shutting it after herself. She walks down the hall, making her way toward the kitchen in search of you when she hears you gasping in the bedroom.

Somewhat alarmed, Abby rushes towards the bedroom, swinging the ajar door open and saying, “Baby?” only to find you on the bed, all spread out, soaked shorts and panties pushed to the side while you fuck yourself.

You jump when you see Abby, quickly removing your fingers from your cunt. “Bee!” you say, shocked, as you sit up, trying to recover your breath.

Her blue eyes study the bed, the Polaroids you were using to get off, the pink box full of your sex toys, and she's quick to do the math.

She raises an eyebrow. “Do you always touch yourself when I'm not home?”

You swallow, cheeks warming with a blush, and shake your head. “No, I-I was going to get started on lunch, I just—You're home early,” you stutter out.

“Lunch, you say?” She grins, ignoring your comment as she makes her way toward the bed, discarding her jacket and her halter on the ground. “That sounds real good right about now. I'm fuckin' starving.”

You watch as she climbs on the bed, crawling towards you, and she places her hands on your hips. With a quick, swift movement, she pulls your shorts and your panties off, and tosses them aside.

You gasp softly as she leans down, placing her mouth to one of your thighs, then the other, before licking over your folds.

You shudder, laying back down against the pillows, your nails digging into the bed sheets. “Bee,” you mewl lowly. “Please, I've needed you so bad.”

Abby smirks before she presses her face into your pussy, her nose against your clit, her mouth sucking at your folds before her tongue slides into you.

You reach for her head, fingers eagerly tugging at her braid until you manage to pull it loose. Her blond locks fall over her shoulders, and you tangle your fingers in them, hips rutting up to meet her face.

“Abs,” you whine, legs trembling around her head. She lifts your thighs and wedges her broad shoulders between them, placing your legs to rest on her shoulders.

She drags her teeth over your clit, making you shudder, and she smirks. She loves how sensitive you are when she touches you, how you get soaked with only a few licks. You're so easy for her, and she loves it.

“Please,” you gasp, back arching off the bed, your eyes fluttering shut. Your fingers drag through Abby's thick hair, pulling her closer, your cunt raw and throbbing against her tongue.

She groans into you, making you mewl, and she can feel her own pussy growing wet, soaking the strap on she wore. She enjoys having eight inches of pink silicone between her thighs, imagining you on it, impatient to get home and stuff it inside you.

“Fuck me,” you beg, trying to pull her away from between your thighs. “I need you inside, Abs. Please.”

“Not yet,” she says, her voice reverberating through you. “I want you t'come f'r me first.”

You groan, mewling. “Okay, okay,” you agree. “Mmphf! 's so good!”

Your body is trembling, your pleasure coiling in your womb and threatening to snap. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head, your nails digging into her scalp.

“Abby! Please, fuck!” you cry out. She can tell you're close, both by the hitch in your voice and the way your slick gushes out of you.

She nuzzles her face against your pussy, sending you whirling over the edge. You mewl, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Abby—Oh, God!”

And then your orgasm crashes over you, making your thighs shake, your thighs squeezing her head. She laps up your orgasm, drinking every last drop, enjoying your sweet sent and your taste.

As she pulls away from you, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, you reach for her. You grab onto her shirt, making her crawl over you, and she cages your body beneath hers.

Her mouth finds your lips with ease, sneaking her tongue between them, allowing you to taste yourself. You wrap your hands around her neck, threading your fingers into her hair.

She pulls away from the kiss to push her pants and boxers down, low enough for the silicone cock to spring free. You spread your legs wider, eager, and she smiles before caging you under her once more.

She guides the dildo between your folds, teasing your entrance for a moment before sliding into you. You gasp, wrapping your legs around her waist and forcing her deeper until her hips meet yours.

“Fuck,” Abby hisses out as you buck your hips up, causing the strap on to rub against her swollen clit.

“Abs, please,” you beg, grating your hips in search of more friction. “Please.”

Abby has had something on her mind for a while now. Something she wants to propose to you but is a little shy to admit. Yet, she takes her chance now, and asks, “You think you can call me something else, love? Give me a pretty nickname when I fuck you?”

Your eyes meet hers, the blue darkened by her lust, pupils blown wide. “Okay,” you breathe, trembling.

“Call me Mommy, hm? Let's see how that sounds from your pretty lips.”

You're surprised at first, your eyes wide before they quickly glow with delight, excitement coursing through you. Your pussy clenches around the dildo, your heart racing.

“Mommy,” you say softly. “Mommy, fuck me. Please.”

Abby groans, heat rushing to her core at your words. “Fuck, baby. Such a good girl, goddamn.”

“I missed you,” you admit, dizzy with pleasure, drunk on the feel of Abby's body on top of yours. “I always miss you when you leave.”

She places a soft kiss on your forehead as she begins thrusting into you, making you gasp. “I miss you, too,” she tells you. “All the time. I wish I could take you to patrol with me, but it's dangerous work. I'd rather you stay here, safe.”

You mewl, nails digging into her back. “You could stay here with me,” you suggest, voice wavering as the pleasure runs through your veins, making you tremble. “We could be together all day.”

Abby smiles softly. “You know I can't, honey. It's my job,” she says, gasping softly as the strap on adds more pressure against her clit.

“I know,” you reply. “I know. I just need you so much.”

She presses a kiss against your mouth, feeling your gummy walls tighten around the strap on. You mewl, eyes rolling back into your head, and Abby swallows the sound.

“I need you too, love,” she tells you. “I always need you.”

Her hips slam against yours, the bed squeaking beneath you, the headboard crashing into the wall.

“Mommy!” you cry, trying to pull her closer. “Please. Please.”

“Yeah, I'll make you come, baby,” she promises, breathless from the pleasure. “Don't you worry about that.”

You nod, shaking, the pleasure crawling through your veins and igniting your skin. “Fuck! Fuck! Mommy, 'm so close!”

She increases her pace, bruising your cervix, the dildo dragging against your g-spot. “Come on, my angel. I know you can do it,” she encourages. “Come on my cock, yeah? Be a good girl f'r me, baby.”

She licks your jaw, lowering her mouth to your neck. She bites on the delicate skin of your throat, her hips bruising yours, and she can feel how you scratch her back through her shirt.

Your cunt clenches around the strap on, making it harder for her to thrust in and out of you, and then you're hurling over the edge. You gasp and moan, body trembling uncontrollably, your pussy dripping onto the bed.

“Atta girl,” Abby says, burying her face in your shoulder as she feels her own orgasm nearing. Her clit aches beneath the rubs of the strap on, begging for release. She grinds her hips onto yours, making you mewl, and she's getting herself off at the same time.

When you buck your hips up, meeting hers, it drives her to a frenzy and pushes her over the edge.

“Fuck! Goddamn,” she moans, biting your shoulder through the thin material of the t-shirt you're wearing as she comes, her broad figure trembling. She rests the weight of her body on you as she tries to catch her breath. She places her head on your chest, hearing your racing heart, and you run your fingers through her tangled hair, caressing her head gently.

“I love you,” you tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “So much, Abby.”

“I love you,” she replies, kissing your neck. “You're everything to me, angel. What would I do without you?”

You smile. “Come back to a messy house?” you joke.

She shakes her head, pushing herself up so she's not crushing you under her weight, and she kisses your lips. “You know that's not what I mean,” she says, the words falling right against your mouth. “Without you, I'd be empty, love. All alone, without anyone to understand me, without anyone to love me.”

You wrap your arms around her neck, giving her mouth a peck. “I'll always be with you, Abs. I'll always love you. You know there's no one else out there that can even come close to comparing to you. You're it for me, Abby.”

She kisses your chin, the corner of your mouth, and then your lips. It's a soft, slow kiss, gentle and loving. It makes you happy, a bubbly sensation bursting in your chest.

“How come you're home early?” you question as she pulls away to press a trail of open mouthed, wet kisses down your neck.

“I wanted to be with you,” she says. “I felt guilty this morning when I left. I haven't spent as much time with you lately, with the Fireflies needing more people to patrol, and me too willing to help. I-I haven't given you the time or attention you deserve, and I'm sorry for that.”

You kiss her again, softly. “You're here now, Abs. That's all that matters.”

She pulls out of you and you're left sore, aching in the best way, and then Abby's cleaning you.

She helps you into a pair of new panties and shorts, and then you make your way to the kitchen. As you cook, Abby helps you, chopping vegetables, finding the seasoning, setting the table—anything she can.

You stand in front of the stove, stirring the food, and Abby hugs you from behind, placing her head on your shoulder, humming in your ear.

She raises the volume of the radio and grabs your hand, pulling you toward her, and she leads you around the kitchen, dancing. You laugh, delighted, having missed her so much. This past week she's been particularly busy, leaving early and returning late, with barely any time to spend together.

Abby watches the joy on your face and her heart melts, feeling so fucking lucky. She makes you this happy, and that just makes her dizzy with awe.

How did she get you to love her?

You have lunch, and then you cuddle on the bed and Abby tells you all about her day and she just releases all the stress she has pent up. You two take a small nap, with you in her arms and one of her legs around you, and wake up a while later.

You make popcorn, Abby chooses a movie, and then you pretend to watch it while mostly talking to each other.

It gets late quick and you grow tired. Abby pulls you to her, allowing you to rest your head on her chest, and you're quick to fall asleep. Abby kisses the top of your head, inhaling your scent, and she promises herself that she will spend more time with you. Nothing matters if she's not with you.

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berberriescorner · 2 years

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"Gimme Some"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: You know what they say, “sharing is caring,” and Rio wants a taste 👅.

Warnings: Cursing, daddy kink, and smut sprinkled throughout the story🙈😈. This a lil freaky, y’all🤷🏾‍♀️.

Word Count: 1,800+.

A/N: I Ate one blow pop, and my mind went straight into kink mode😆! It’s my birthday, so to celebrate, I’m finally posting something for all my sweet mutuals💓. Please excuse any grammatical errors.

Checking your phone for the third time in a row, you exhaled. You waited patiently for Rio to come home. He had called earlier that day, letting you know he’d have some free time tonight. Your mind replayed the conversation.

“Going to be a light business day, sweetheart. I’m coming home early tonight. Just give me a couple of hours. Get your beautiful ass ready. Put on that little dress I like. I’m taking you to dinner, mama.”

Rio had chuckled at the giddiness in your voice. Spontaneous date nights were one of the many things you loved about him. Growing impatient, you shot him a quick text.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Papaaa, how much longer are you going to be?

Wifey: I’m leaving in a few minutes.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Bruh, it’s going to be forever before we get to our reservation😩🙄. I know your pretty boy ass will still need to shower and change once you get here.

Wifey: Of course! You know I got to put that shit on for my wife. Chill, It won’t take that long. You getting hangry, my baby?

Husbae😘🙈♥️: You swear you know me so well😒. Just hurry up, please😏.

Wifey: I knew my good girl didn’t forget her manners.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Rio.

Wifey: Chill, mama, lol. I’m on my way home to you now.

Rio had been right about one thing. You were starving and regretting the choice to skip breakfast. Then there was the stupid idea to work through lunch. Now here you were, stomach growling obnoxiously loud. You knew there was no use in searching for a snack. The busy week you’d been having kept you from restocking the pantry. Glancing at your handbag on the coffee table, you rifled through it. Pulling a blow pop from an inner pocket, you ripped the plastic off, tossing it aside. Tastebuds sprang to life as your mouth wrapped around the watermelon-flavored treat. You enjoyed the blow pop and scrolled through TikTok.

Twenty minutes passed before you heard the front door unlock. Keying in the pin to the alarm, Rio headed to the living room in search of you. You could smell his cologne before he entered the room. Feeling his presence, you spoke without looking up from your phone.

“Hi, baby.”

Your head tilted so he could pepper you with kisses on the cheek. He buried his face against your neck and inhaled his favorite scent on you. Rio groaned, sliding his tongue across the flesh. He finished with a playful bite, leaving a slight indentation.

“You smell good enough to eat, mama. I see this dress is hugging all those curves as usual.”

Still scrolling through your phone, you giggled and thanked him. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were on TikTok.

“You need to leave that social media shit alone, baby. That can turn into an addiction.”

“Relax, father, I’m just occupying myself until you’re ready to leave. Go shower and get ready, papa. I’d advise you to feed me as soon as possible. You know I’ll catch a full-blown attitude if you don’t. This sucker will only curb my appetite for so long,” she sassed with a mouthful of blow pop.

“Always talking with a mouth full,” he responded.

His eyes twinkled with mischief. Your brain registered what he meant, and your eyes darted to him.

“You never seem to mind,” you smirked, refocusing on the phone screen.

Just as he was about to shower, his phone interrupted him. Rio took a seat on the couch across from you. His attention focused on whatever business associate was on the other end of the line. That was until he glanced over at you. He was thrown off by how sensual you looked eating the lollipop. He was blown away by your cluelessness. You sat there unaware of the explicit image you were painting for him.

There’s no way she doesn’t know how this is affecting me. Mama ‘bout to have my shit standing at attention. She better stop playing with me. Mess around and bend her ass over this couch.

Rio was no longer interested in what the associate on the other end of the line had to say. He made an excuse rushing the blubbering idiot off the phone. Putting his phone on the coffee table, Rio leaned back against the couch cushions. Still admiring the view, his hands rested in his lap as he watched you silently. Hearing him end the call, you directed your attention toward him. His gaze fixated on you. That crooked grin you loved so much made an appearance. Rio couldn’t pull his sight away from your lips as he cleared his throat to speak. His words dripped with desire, “that sucker must be good, mama. You sure are giving it the business.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he continued to watch you.

Rio’s words dripped with flirtation and innuendo, putting you on notice. Now that you were privy to the sexual tension in the room, you decided to play with him.

“You know, I much prefer tootsie pops over these,” you explained in an innocent tone.

Rio chuckled at your faux innocence. Your eyelashes fluttered as your teeth sank into your bottom lip, telling him everything he needed to know. His lips formed a slight grin as he responded, “is that right, mama? Why is that,” he questioned, as his words dripped with desire.

Rio leaned closer to you as his eyes focused on your full lips. The sight of them made him crave you. His vision then settled on your face. Rio’s brown orbs drank you in as he licked his lips. The hunger in his eyes caused you to falter for a moment.

Don’t fumble the bag bitch! Answer his sexy ass. You’re supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

Pushing all inner thoughts aside, with closed eyes and your lips wrapped around the sweet treat. You moaned and sucked at the lollipop with vigor. A suction-like sound fell from your lips as Rio groaned and repositioned himself. You did not doubt that he was growing hard inside his pants. Hearing that beautiful sound fall from his delicious mouth made your lids flutter open. He could see the deviousness in your eyes. Releasing the sucker from your lips created a slight popping noise, and a devilish grin danced across your face. The lust in your boyfriend's eyes was undeniable.

“Answer my question, mama,” he demanded, voice sounding smooth and velvety deep.

The baritone of his voice caused you to shiver and squeeze your thighs together.

“With tootsie pops, you can swallow everything, daddy,” you purred as you slid the blow pop back into your mouth.

Rio’s eyes traveled to your mouth again as his head nodded a few times. Hearing those words fall from your lips caused his thick member to twitch inside his jeans as he released a low growl. His hands slid down his lap and to his knees as he leaned forward to speak.

“You enjoy swallowing, don’t you, mama?”

“Mmhmm, and you enjoy watching, don’t you? Mmm, this is just so delicious. Want a taste, papa?”

You released the sucker from your mouth, tilting the blow pop in his direction. Biting his lip, your husband gave another head nod. Your eyes followed every movement he made. You had expected him to suckle the treat, but Rio caught you off guard. A gasp escaped you as his hands grasped both sides of your face pulling you to him, faces only inches apart. He closed what little space was left, licking and sucking the remnants of blow pop from your glossy pout. A couple of seconds ticked by before his tongue found its way inside. You didn’t fight for dominance over the hungry kiss, wanting to be his good girl. It was obvious that Rio was running the show and beating you at your own game. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless. Still close enough to feel his breath against your panting mouth, another lopsided grin graced his face. Rio’s eyes bore into yours as one of his hands slid down your torso. He caressed your stomach and trailed his digits to your thigh, where he fisted the thin fabric of your dress. With one firm yank, he pulled the hem of your dress high enough to slip a hand underneath. You cried out as he ran a finger through your folds, going just a little deeper to lightly tease your clit.

“Now, how’d I know my pussy would be bare, mama,” he asked rhetorically.

You were too busy moving your hips against his fingers and whimpering to respond. Rio acted as if he were about to kiss you again but moved away from your eager lips to tease you. He chuckled as you kissed your teeth.

“You want another kiss, darlin’? C’mere.”

He licked and nibbled at your mouth but pulled back, still in a teasing mood. You wanted to scold him, but your breath caught in your throat. Rio bowed his head low enough to pull the sucker into his mouth, sliding it to the left to bury it in his left cheek. Both were shocked that you had managed to hold onto it the entire time. He enjoyed it as his fingers started to dip inside and play with you again.

“Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I play with you. Damn, mama. You were right this pus-. My bad, mama. I got distracted with thoughts of my favorite meal. I meant to say this blow pop is good as fuck. You taste better, though.”

His fingers started to piston into you hard and fast. It wasn’t long before you cried his name. The orgasm erupted within as you creamed his fingers and shook violently.

“Rio, daddy! Oh, fuck.”

“Did that feel good, baby? Hmm? Shhh, relax. Come down off that high for me, sweetheart.”

You came back down to earth your eyes slowly opened, meeting the lust-filled twinkling orbs of your husband. Rio was grinning cockily, still sucking the lollipop.

His hand slid from your essence as he husked, “since we’re sharing and all, open up.” Licking Rio’s fingers clean caused him to release a low growl.

“Thank you for sharing with me, baby. I didn’t forget about you popping your shit earlier. Talking about tootsie pops and how you can swallow everything. Come, love. Let’s get you fed. Daddy’s got something special for you. Let me feed it to you in the shower. Need you to get on your knees and show me the same love you were giving this blow pop.” he rasped.

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applejuicefruit · 11 months

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God, I miss Kostic fics sooo much. What about something of him being very possessive??

Thank you❤️

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filip kostic x reader

You’re mine

“don’t” dusan said to filip as they were both watching you getting hit on by a guy.

“don’t what? that’s my girlfriend dusan” filip said clearly irritated.

you were simply ordering something to drink for you and the boys while some random guy decided to hit on you, even if you told him you had a boyfriend and that you weren’t interested, he couldn’t take no as an answer.

“she can handle herself” dusan said as he watched you talking with that guy. it was clear that you were uncomfortable but you were doing everything you could to shove that man away “plus it was you who decided to keep your relationship private” dusan remarked.

yes it was true, you both decided to keep your relationship private mostly because you didn’t want to be under the public eye and also because filip knew how much pressure you would be under of and he cared too much about you to do something like that.

“you know why dusan…it’s just…he can’t take a fucking no and it’s frustrating…” filip said, his eyes never leaving your body, ready and steady if something was going to happen.

you gently tried to shove that man away but he couldn’t take a no for answer and he was bragging about how good he would treat you and how good he would make you scream.

you said no once.

you said no twice.

at the third time you were ready to hit him in the face if he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“don’t be like that…” he grabbed your arm and pushed you into his body. you knew the bar was too crowded and even if you wanted to ask for help you knew that in a place full of drunk people you wouldn’t get much help.

“leave me alone…” you whispered, scared that something might have happened.

you thought filip couldn’t see you because of the crowd but his eyes never left you from the moment you went to order the drinks.

the moment he saw that man putting his hands on you he knew he had enough.

“shit…” dusan whispered seeing filip starting to walk over you.

“get your fucking hands off of her” filip said as he approached the man.

you couldn’t describe the man face in that moment. he was scared, but also surprised.

filip was very well known in torino so that man might have been a fan.

“oh…i didn’t know she was your - your girl” he said.

“yes she’s my girl” he remarked “and when a woman says no it’s no you fucking dumbass…no leave this freaking bar cause if i see you once again” filip started talking but you stopped him before things got out of control.

“it’s okay i’m okay” you whispered.

filips gave a very cold death stare at that man that was rushing his way out.

“that man shouldn’t have touched you…is that so hard to accept a no?” filip asked.

“is everyone okay?” dusan came after a few minutes to check on you both.

“yes…thank you” you said.

“should we get our drinks or…” dusan asked a bit uncomfortable for being the third wheel in that moment.

“sorry dusan but i really wanna go home now before i punch someone” filip said trying to keep his behaviour under control.

“no it’s fine don’t worry” dusan smiled, being very understanding about the situation and offering you his help.

“thank you” you smiled and hugged him.

“you’re my best friend’s girlfriend…meaning you’re my little sis…you don’t have to thank me” he said truthfully before you waved each other goodbye.

the tension during the whole car ride was pretty thick.

filip’s hand wouldn’t leave your thigh.

“thank you…” you broke the silence “for helping me out…i said that man no a thousand times but he was too deaf apparently” you said.

“you have nothing to say sorry for…i’m glad you’re okay, i wanted to punch him so bad…” he said and you smiled.

“you’re mine baby…no one else’s, just mine” he said as you felt his hand stroking your thigh and going towards your clothed center, knowing it was going to be a very long and exciting night.

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brokenjere · 2 years

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seventeen going under (j.f) (chap. 20)

seventeen going under (j.f)

a/n: this is the second to last chapter *internally crying* 😩😩 I'm so happy to have shared this with you all and am so grateful for everyone who has loved it as much as i have and i hope to continue to share more stories with you in the future - let me know if you'd like to be notified for the final part and don't be shy to leave your thoughts below 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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I snuck into Belly’s room late. It was still raining out. It wasn’t a downpour like yesterday but it was still enough that it made my hair wet as I walked over to the house next door and I could hear the rain hitting the cement when I went inside. The entire house was dark and I was pretty sure everyone was asleep. There wasn’t a single sound in the house except for the faint noise of the TV in the living room. The light was off but the screen illuminated Susannah’s sleeping body. I tip-toed up the stairs quietly and passed Jeremiah’s room and into Belly’s. She was asleep but her eyes fluttered when I crawled into bed next to her.

“Yn?” She asked. Her voice was raspy and full of sleep and she barely could open her eyes to look at me but she still smiled when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”

“I just missed you. I’m sorry about the ball and Susannah,” I said. Belly rolled over on her back, just as I was laying, and sighed. “I’m sorry I kept it from you.” I realized, while everyone was mad at me and the world was dark, that I had also lied to her. It wasn’t just Jeremiah I hurt, it was Belly, too.

“Conrad made you promise, didn’t he?” I nodded but remembered she probably could see me so I said yes out loud. “That’s why he was being weird all summer, right?” I said yes again. She was quiet.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered. I thought that was the right thing to say. It seemed like the right thing to say. I could feel the pillow case was wet under my face from her crying and I could only imagine how devastated she was when she found out. How a life without Susannah was probably just as bad for her as it was for the boys. It might not be okay but maybe it made her feel better for the time being.

“I hope so,” she whispered back. We laid together in silence until her breathing got steady and I was pretty sure she was asleep. I reached my hand over the headboard and knocked three times. I waited for a reply and didn’t hear anything so I knocked one more time. Before I could knock for the third time, I heard three coming from the other side. My heart skipped and I rolled out of her bed quietly. When I opened the door, no one was there. Then, his door cracked open. He had bags under his eyes and disheveled hair. That was what my eyes saw first but then they trailed down to his shirtless torso and defined muscles. He was here.

“Jere.” It was all I could muster. My throat was tight and dry. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me into his bedroom without saying a word. I was engulfed by his scent. His arms were like a weighted blanket around my body, keeping me grounded to the Earth like a force stronger than gravity. His breath tickled my ear and I nuzzled my face into his neck. He felt like home. “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head and his hair tickled my nose. “I should have called,” he said. That was so like Jeremiah to apologize when he wasn’t in the wrong. I reluctantly pulled away from him. I wanted to take a picture of him and keep this image of him in my pocket forever. He reached out for me again. Grabbed at any part of my flesh he could hold on to.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry about Susannah.” My voice felt frantic. In the moonlit bedroom, everything felt surreal. As if we were in a movie and the only ending possible was a happy one but this was real life and I didn’t know if that was possible here. I looked at him and thought maybe it was. I let myself believe that it was possible but when the sun came up, I knew it would be different.

His fingers looped around mine and he pulled me to his bed and into his lap. He kissed my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his neck and nothing has ever felt this normal. Our bodies were made to sit like this together. “You’ve known since Spring?” He eventually croaked out. His fingers were combing through my still damp hair and I felt his urge to cry. His voice sounded hoarse from either crying or not speaking for a while. He didn’t sound himself. I wonder how much of him had washed away with the salt in his tears. I nodded. We stared at our bony knees. 4 little rocks in a row. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Conrad asked me not to.”

“So you’re loyal to him then?” He looked up at me through his lashes. I wrapped a curl around my finger to tell him I loved him.

“No that’s not-“ I stopped. I didn’t know what to say. Of course I was loyal to Conrad, he was my friend. My family. He made me promise and I had to keep it no matter how many times I wanted to break it. “I wanted to tell you but he asked me not to. I almost told you so many times but I was mad at you when I promised him. I’m sorry.” I didn’t know if my excuses were registering in his brain. If they’d make it better. There was no solid excuse or reason for me to lie to him that way. I kept a life changing thing from him and I deserved to feel every ounce of his pain.

“You were mad about Vivian,” he clarified. I nodded. “So you promised him you’d lie to me for an unknown amount of time and then lost your virginity to him?” His voice was not malicious. There was no anger or spite in his words. He asked me as if he was asking so I take a left at this light and then go straight until I see the Denny’s?

“Well when you say it like that,” I mumbled and shifted my legs in his lap. His body this close to mine felt sticky and hot but he squeezed his arms around my waist three times to tell me he loved me.

“Like what? That’s what happened.”

“Yeah. I guess so. We were both upset.”

“I never had sex with Vivian,” he told me.

“But you had sex with other people. I wasn’t your first and you weren’t mine. What’s the difference? I don’t know every girl you’ve fucked.” He held his breath and we looked at each other for a few moments.

In the distance between our faces was all the words we had never said. I have loved you from the beginning. Every birthday, I wished for you. Every shooting star had your name written on it and every four leaf clover was found in your garden. I need you. You are my forever.

“Macy Witnall. Sophomore year. She was in my English class and I needed help with an essay and you were too busy doing math with Conrad that I asked her instead. She wore too much perfume and despite not having big boobs, she wore an insanely tight shirt that showed too much cleavage. She kissed me and kissed me until we didn’t have any clothes on and I had sex with her on her basement couch. I lost it to her. Macy. Last year I had sex with Luisa Pilman in her bedroom. We had been talking for a little while and I liked the way she smiled and laughed at all my jokes. I only kissed Vivian because I was drunk and she was there. It could have been anyone. I wanted it to be you. I know that doesn’t mean anything now and didn’t mean anything then, either but I need you to know it has always been you.” I was holding my breath the entire time he spoke. It all came out like word vomit but it was calculated and careful. Like a speech he wrote in advance but I knew he didn’t. He waited for me to speak and when I didn’t he said, “so you’re right. You were allowed to have sex with other people but why did it have to be my brother?”

“Were?” I asked. “I was allowed?”

“I always felt like you were mine. Like you belonged to me even though you didn’t. So yeah, you were allowed to do whatever you want but now you really are mine. Okay? You’re my girl. Is that okay?”

I bent down and kissed his forehead and then his cheekbone. He scratched at the skin on my lower back. I kissed his jawline. He kissed my shoulder and I wanted to nod but I didn’t. I was quiet until I wasn’t.

“What about Conrad?” I asked. He pulled back and his face fell. The hope that was in it moments ago was now gone. Wrong thing to say, I thought. “I just mean, are you going to be able to get over it? Are you two going to be okay?” Is he going to be able to get over me? I wanted to ask.

“We’re brothers. We’ll get through it.” I nodded. “Are you sure that’s the only thing holding you back from answering me? I’m willing to forgive you here. Willing to let it all go just to move forward.”

“Is that all this conversation is? Just a way to get through it?” For some reason, it felt like he cared less. I was thinking he’d come over here and scream and yell and we would fight until our throats were sore but we’d end it in a mess of limbs and sweat and love. This felt less passionate and I didn’t know why it felt less real.

“Yn. I love you. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to fight with you and if all we have to do to be happy is to move past this. Put it in the rearview and keep going forward. That’s what I’m willing to do.”

Mom asked if I wanted to leave Cousin’s early. Go home a few weeks in advance and get ready for my senior year and forget about Jeremiah. She said the last part without really saying the last part. We can get the Fisher’s house in order. To surprise Susannah. We can go school supply shopping and get you a new wardrobe and stay up too late eating pizza. All these things lacked him.

I told her no, for a while. Until Jeremiah didn't call me the next day, I didn't bother to call him, and I was just floating in the gutter with all the rainwater. I cried all the tears in my body before I told her: "okay, let's go."

The house in Boston always smelled musty when we returned. Too much stagnant air and not enough circulation. Everything needed to be washed and scrubbed and dusted and it didn’t smell like home. My room was cold and the globe on my desk had dust collecting on South Africa. I wiped it away.

When my bed was warm and clean and smelled like our detergent, I curled into my bed. Cousins was home, too. The ocean waves put me to sleep and the smell of fresh toast in the morning but there was nothing compared to this home. The scratches in the doorframe of the boys and me getting taller, marking the time we all hit puberty and when Jeremiah lost his first tooth.

This home had all the memories in it. He attached all the birthday cards and notes he attached to the pints of ice cream he delivered. All the stuffed animals he’s given me that live on the shelf in my closet. I reached up and grabbed a little brown bear sitting right in front. I dug around inside his stuffing until I felt the corners of a folded-up piece of paper. It was crumbled and old but I kept it inside of the bear for safekeeping. I unfolded it carefully and read the scribbled handwriting. He was maybe 14 when he wrote this. His handwriting was sloppy and overused and he never dotted his “I”s.

Yn,

I hope you like this bear I found at the flea market. Mom said you would. I found some fleece at the flea market, too and I made my mom show me how to sew and made it into a heart using some of his stuffing. I put it inside the bear. It’s yours now. Always and forever.

Jeremiah

I felt around for the heart inside of the bear, found it, and pulled it out. It was a piece of red fleece about the size of a quarter stitched together in the shape of a heart. The edges where it was sewn are now frayed and it lost all its plumpness as if it was deflated. It had no more love to give. I squeezed it in my fingers and then kissed it three times. Whenever I missed Jeremiah, this was my ritual. I imagined him asking Susannah if she could teach him to sew as he fondled the fleece at the flea market. Little Jeremiah, looking up at his mom with such hope. It was an innocent love that I bet Susannah could see would one day be more. So she agreed and I imagined her smiling and nodding and taking it home with them. She treated the fabric with love as she showed him how to sketch out the shape, connect the edges, and stuff it full. I imagined him kissing the heart and pressing it to his and then putting it inside the bear. That thought kept me going in the dark nights when he was gone.

Susannah left a spare key under the mat of the back door in case of emergencies. I wouldn’t call breaking in to clean the house an emergency, but my mom disagreed. “The key has been used for worse things, have they not?” She asked, eyeing me knowingly. If using the key to sneak into Jeremiah’s room late at night or to get back inside way after curfew and long after Susannah locked the boys out worse, then yes. It had been used for worse things.

Her house held the same musty smell as ours did and as Mom let all the light in from the outside, I pulled out all of the lemon-scented cleaners. Eventually, the house stopped smelling like a damp, dark, abandoned place, and started to smell like Susannah again. Despite her being gone, her room still had a hint of her in the linens. Once thoroughly washed, it was like she had never left. I was putting Jeremiah’s room back together when the sun started to go down. The laundry had taken all day and now I was struggling with the warm fitted sheet over his mattress.

I pulled one side over the left top corner and the bottom right would pop off. Eventually, I pulled the mattress up completely in frustration and tried it that way. Under his mattress, on top of the box spring right on the edge, was a small composition notebook with the words to the girl I love scribbled on the white box on the front. I grabbed it and dropped the mattress, all four corners of the sheet snapping to the middle.

My heart started to pound. His handwriting looked old and young like he had written it long ago. The edges of the notebook were bent, certain pages were bookmarked with the fold of a page and it looked like it had been under the bed for a while. Jeremiah wasn’t a writer. He never expressed any interest in it. He didn’t even like English class but when I flipped through the notebook, every page was covered with words and photographs and candy wrappers at the top of the very first page was my name. I should have shut the notebook and put it back but my eyes couldn’t move away from the words he had written. The first page was dated 2015. We were ten years old, and you could tell how young he was in his handwriting. He was misspelling words and the pencil marks were smeared all over the page. My hands started to shake and my heart was beating faster and faster and faster until I had to sit down.

The first page had a tootsie roll wrapper taped in the corner and he wrote about our Halloween that year. He went as a cowboy and I just threw on a pair of cat ears and wore all black but we still trick or treated around the neighborhood. We always dumped everything out onto the floor and picked out what our favorites were and divided everything. Jeremiah always let me have more but we fought over the tootsie rolls. He let me have the last one.

I flipped the page and every single page had an anecdote about our friendship. The time he forced me to jump into the pool for the first time at school because I was too scared. That Thanksgiving when I told Susannah I would help make the turkey and I told her I had it and I didn’t and it fell onto the floor and we jumped into a pile of leaves later that afternoon. Straw wrappers from when we shared milkshakes at the diner a few blocks away and the receipt from every time we got ice cream. I always wondered why he grabbed those. From 2015 to 2020, half of the notebook was filled. Every page. Photos of us that our moms took were tacked in the corners and he wrote a description on each and every one of them. 2016 - look how pretty your eyes are. 2018 - I love how you’re smiling in this one. Like you’ve never been happier. You make me so happy. 2020 - Happy New Year’s, yn. My resolution is you.

The next page was dated on my fifteenth birthday. The day I was dumped for the first time. The day that I knew I loved Jeremiah Fisher. He wrote: Elijah broke up with you today. How could he do that? Look at how beautiful you were. I punched him in the face and I don’t know why. I was just so mad and it was my first instinct but caring for you was my second. He left you but I never will, okay? This is my promise to you. I will love you until the end of time.

I shut the notebook and held it in my lap. What was this? I turned it around in my hands. There was nothing written on the back but he had left it here. There weren’t any notes written during the summer months. Sometimes he would write when we got back and detail important things but he never brought it with him. I flipped back open the notebook to the last page written.

Yn, I have written a hundred letters to you in this notebook but for some reason, this feels like my most important. I even opened up a dictionary to look for words to make me sound more impressive because as you know, words are not my strong suit. I am not a lyrical (nice one, huh?) guy. I don’t express my emotions the right way, if ever, but I have to get this down. You need to know. The date right now is June 2nd, 2022. We’re leaving for Cousin’s today and I think you’re still mad at me.

I turned a few pages back to the one he wrote about our fight about Vivian. It was a long string of apologies and begging that I would never see. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love you. I meant what I said I don’t know why I did that. Fuck I’m so stupid, I love you. I love you. I love you. I flipped back to the last page.

I hope you’re not mad at me because I can’t apologize anymore. The words just dry up every time because I know it’s not enough. I need a tangible (!!!) piece of evidence that I loved you this summer. I loved you the summer before and the summer before that and all the seasons in between. When the leaves were falling, I wanted to pick them up into a bouquet for you and when the snow was falling I wanted to collect the flakes into a globe. When the spring brings nothing but rain showers, I want to dance with you in the storm because with you, I can withstand (good right?) any weather. Just know, if the universe decides you and I are not meant to be, I will love you until my last dying breath. If the stars do not align and the world does not seize (my mom helped me with that one) to spin if you and I have to part, know you will forever be in my heart.

Who knows maybe one day I will give this to you. When we’re old and wrinkly and in love, I can give this to you and say, “see! I have loved you longer than you’ve loved me!” And we’ll fight about it and you’ll say, “no you have not!” And then I’ll have this proof. Where’s yours?

Forever yours,

Jeremiah

There was a photo of us taped to the bottom. One he took while we packed really late at night in his bedroom. I looked exhausted but in love. I loved him in that moment and every moment before and every moment after.

My fingers were trembling. I didn’t even realize until his name was shaking and blurry from the tears forming in my eyes. I closed the notebook and put it back where I found it. I made the bed like I was never there and closed the door behind me.

His tangible evidence. The irrevocable proof that he loved me was sitting under his bed collecting dust. Where’s yours? I had nothing. I had no proof. I barely had the words to tell him. Even when words are flying all around my head, I can’t seem to catch one. None of them seemed to be the right ones.

I left Cousins like a coward. It was probably the last summer we all would be together and I left without saying a word. Mom told me I’d regret it if I didn't say goodbye but I didn’t do it anyway. What was there to regret? I’d see Jeremiah and Conrad when they got home. I missed Belly, though. I wished I had said goodbye to her.

Conrad caught me before I left as I threw my suitcase in the trunk. I could barely zip it up so Dad grabbed a bungee cord out of the garage and strapped it close. I don’t know how I got it to close back home and I didn’t buy much while I was here that wasn’t staying here but it was still bulging open.

“Need some help?” I turned around as the suitcase landed with a thunk. He was smiling, despite everything. I hadn’t seen him in three days since the debutante ball and here he was, smiling at me.

“No, I’m okay.”

“You’re leaving,” he observed. I nodded my head. “Were you going to say bye?”

“No,” I told him honestly. His smile faded and he nodded solemnly, looking down at his feet. His right eye was bruised a light purple shade. It was the only difference in his face. “I didn’t think you guys wanted me to.” I was the Cousin’s pariah this week. No one wanted to talk to me. I never received any texts from the girls. Even Belly and Steven had been keeping their distance because how could I have hurt Jeremiah Fisher that way. “Besides, I’ll see you guys back home.”

“It’s not the same,” he said. We had a tradition every summer to end it on the beach. We spent the entire day, no matter what, at the beach in our swimsuits and we didn’t leave until the sun came back up the next day. It was our way to savor the last bit of heat. To soak up the last bit of sun. To drown in the last bit of ocean. Now, it would just be the four of them. “Have you talked to him?”

“Jere?” I was surprised he asked me this. I wondered what happened between them behind closed doors. After Susannah went to sleep and she was no longer the elephant in the room. Did they hash it out once the dust settled? Did they flip a coin and whoever won got me forever? Or did their resentment linger in the unspoken words between them until it was too much to bear.

“Yeah,” I said. “A little.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“What did he say? Are you two together?” I furrowed my eyebrows and Dad came out of the house. We both looked in his direction and he offered an apology before turning back into the house. I used this interruption to turn around and close the trunk, moving toward the backseat of the car and ignoring Conrad’s question. “Yn, you can tell me.”

I looked over at him and sighed. “No,” I whispered. His face didn’t light up like I thought it would have but he did smile a little. He stepped closer. “We’re going to wait until we’re back in Boston. When everything settles down. When Susannah isn’t sick anymore.”

“She’ll always be sick until she’s gone.” His words are true and hurtful and sharp. They pierce me deeper than I thought they could and I sucked in a breath. “Why wait? If you love each other.”

I didn’t have an answer for that. I guess, realistically, we didn’t need to wait. But the universe always seemed to come between us and if that was the case, was it really meant to be? “What are you trying to do?” I snapped. “He’s your brother.”

“Yeah. He is my brother. You seem to remind me of that quite often for someone who seemed to have forgotten it when it really mattered.” I threw my hands up, stumbling backward until there was enough distance between us to be able to breathe again. Conrad reached out for me and I let him take my hands and steady me. “I didn’t come here to argue,” he said.

“Then why did you come here?”

“I came here to tell you that I’m backing off.” That was the last thing I expected him to say. Conrad Fisher was not the type of guy to steal a girl from his brother but he also was not the type of guy to back down when he really wanted something. I guess loyalty won out this time. “You two,” he paused and took a deep breath, “the love you two have is something I have always craved and it’s something I think I’ve always been jealous of. I wanted it to be me so bad but it was always him. You’re right.”

He held up my hands and kissed my knuckles gently. “You’re going to find someone,” I said. It was all I could think to say because no words were coming to me.

“You don’t get it, do you? Jeremiah has never loved another girl. He probably tried. He probably really tried but he has always loved you. The sun rises in his world for you and it sets for you and it spins for you. I think the same is true for him in your world. It’s okay if you can’t love me that way. It’s okay if you don’t want to. Just promise me that you will take care of my brother because I will make sure he takes care of you.” He dropped my hands and caressed my cheek but I didn’t feel the need to back away. I let him touch me for probably the last time. I let him do what he pleased. If the Earth was made just for me, it wouldn’t spin around the sun, it would orbit around Jeremiah’s smile.

I wanted to offer him some sort of solace. Something that could make his heart mend a little so I could no longer hear it cracking under his chest. “You’re my best friend, too, you know?” Crack. Crack. Crack. “You’re just as important to me as he is. The lines just got blurry, I don’t know.” He shook his head and cupped my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” I was crying. I felt the water pool around his fingers.

“I’m not going anywhere. We need each other.”

We needed each other. I needed the Fisher’s like I needed air to breathe and water to live. Conrad stared at me like he needed me, too.

I was upstairs in my room when I heard the car pull up outside. Susannah’s car was now in her empty driveway and everyone piled out and scurried across the lawn like bed bugs. I watched them as Conrad helped get the suitcases out of the trunk and Jeremiah held the door open for Susannah. They were in and out until the driveway had no more evidence of them coming home besides the white car. Jeremiah looked up to my window before he shut the front door for good.

Downstairs, Mom was making muffins. The smell of bananas filled the entire house. When I asked her what she was doing she said “I’m going to bring them to Susannah’s later, wanna come?” She knew the answer before I shook my head. “You should come to see the boys. I bet they miss you.”

“Mom,” I started, “have you ever had to pick? Between two boys?” She set the spatula in her hands down. The wooden handle was covered in batter from her hands. They were messy and sticky so she used the back of her wrist to itch her nose.

“I don’t think I have, no,” she said. “But then again, there wasn’t ever a choice with your dad.”

“How did you know?” I thought for a second that if I had to ask that question then maybe I already knew the answer but I had to ask her anyway.

“I guess it just always felt right,” she told me. She could see the disappointment on my face from her answer. The sunken shame in my eyes for not just knowing. “But it’s okay to doubt yourself sometimes. To doubt if you’re making the right choice. You’ll always wonder what if.” I wanted to ask her if she ever had a what if. Someone that came into her life after she met Dad and made her question things but I had a feeling she would tell me no. “I think you know what the right choice is and you being confused and questioning and making mistakes is just your brain’s way of stalling because you’re scared.”

“Maybe you’re right,” I said. She went back to mixing the muffin batter and I picked at one of the ones already baked. They were warm and buttery and tasted like bananas. They were perfect.

“You’ll make the right choice. Just listen.” She patted at her chest where her heart was caged by her ribs. Just listen. I closed my eyes and tried to listen. I heard Jeremiah’s voice. His laugh when he thought something was really, truly funny and then his laugh when he tried too hard and didn’t really think what was said was that funny. I saw his eyes and his hair and felt his hands on my body. I listened and listened until I heard him say I love you. I need you. You’re the one. His voice morphed into Conrad’s. It was no longer light and airy and full of love. It was raspy and deep and full of something more sinister. Pain. Regret. I love you. I need you. I saw Conrad’s smile when I finally got something right in math or when I told him I liked the book he recommended. I hear his laughter when it’s muffled because he’s a few rooms away and I’m in Jeremiah’s room but for some reason my ear drums pick up that. I see his eyes. His smile. The dimples that form in his cheeks when he smiles too big. I opened my eyes and my mom was watching me intently.

“She’s full of shit,” I mumbled. I walked out of the kitchen and went back upstairs.

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oh my god I binge read sea glass garden last night and the third and fourth chapter DESTROYED ME.

I’m omw to reread the entire fic because it was too good and I KNOW that it’s going to be one of the must-reads of this fandom. I’m literally in love with all your characters (your Tsumiki is so freaking interesting she was READY to get at it with Maki✊🏻) especially your description of Megumi’s situation is killing me, my heart is in pieces. No matter how many stories there are depicting the years before his high school time, there will always be too few idc.

I’m pretty sure it’s canonically stated that Megumi went on missions before being enrolled as a student and that he witnessed the death of at least one comrade, all because he had been bought to be a jujutsu sorcerer. Imagine never having the delusion of a future because you signed your life away to ensure your sister would live happily. Your take on the fact that, maybe, at some point of his life, Megumi didn’t wish to be a jujutsu sorcerer anymore destroys me. I never really thought of it, and he probably never imagined a life for himself where he wouldn’t die as a jujutsu sorcerer either. He was downright begging to be left to die in peace because he couldn’t bear it any longer when he shouldn’t have even gone on missions yet at all😭 And even though his current injuries weren’t caused by a mission, I don’t think he’d be so stupid to try to tame the snake unsupervised a few days after Geto’s death. Like c’mon. It’s all the higher ups fault, because it always is. Damn them. I hope they choke on their rotting teeth😤

ANYWAY I GOT LOST ON THE WAY TO ASK YOU A QUESTION JANSJAJANJAHA I ramble way too much

I noticed the updates have been pretty frequent, so do you have an update schedule with pre-written chapters? No because if you don’t I applaude you for being able to write masterpieces in a few days😩

P.S. I was curious about the meaning of the title and I read your other post about it and it’s so beautiful😭 obviously it’s sad but it also speaks of the determination of humans’ will to survive yk? You are genius😫

No update schedule, unfortunately! I don’t have the self control to not post chapters when I have them. I go on hyperfixation-fueled writing binges and writers block crashes of unending despair. It’s a Whole Thing. Updates tend to come in waves with me. It’ll probably be pretty erratic updates until the story ends. Thank you for reading and for your kind words!

You are speaking my ENTIRE LANGUAGE with Megumi. He is, hands down, the most interesting character in the show to me. His backstory and how it intertwines with his philosophy and approach to morality make him just so unendingly interesting to me.

Like, the Fushiguro siblings and specifically Megumi really were doomed by the narrative from the start. Megumi never really lived in a world where he had a future. Like, the past arc takes place during spring of 2006, and his dad had ditched long enough at that point that he straight up forgot megumi's name. Tsumiki's mom had been gone long enough that Megumi thought she and his dad ran off together, so she probably wasn't around after Toji stopped coming. Megumi was born late December of 2002, so he would have been three then. Tsumiki was, at most, five. And because Gojo didn't go to meet them until after Geto's massacre in late summer of 2007, it was just the two of them for at least a year.

Like, the sheer horror of being two very small children taking care of each other, knowing that the money's running out and that your parents probably aren't coming back. They were living in abject poverty, and Megumi was most likely seeing curses during at least part of this (considering he was right at the age for it and he wasn't all that surprised with Gojo rolling up to tell him his dad was from a magic clan) with no idea what they were, because even if Toji explained anything (which i doubt) the chances of Megumi remembering the explanation aren't great. He's seeing horrifying things every day and doesn't have any support past his sister, who can't see the same.

Tsumiki and Megumi faced parentification at a ludicrously young age. We know that Tsumiki most likely took a pretty strong caretaking/maternal role for megumi from an early age, but the fact that baby Megumi's only question when Gojo found him and made his offer was about Tsumiki's happiness suggests that the caretaking wasn't one sided. Making decisions about your future based on the needs of your family is a very adult concern, and it was Megumi's only concern. While Tsumiki was canonically far more open with her affection and care (grumpy baby Megumi refusing to hold hands, you have my whole heart), Megumi definitely loved her deeply already and was modeling his actions with her interests in mind. They must have both been shouldering the load of raising and protecting the other for as long as they can remember. Tsumiki and Megumi were likely barely surviving day to day. They were already shouldering the stresses of grown ups and likely didn't have any of those childish, starry-eyed dreams about what it would be like when they grew up.

Even when Gojo enters the scene, the parentification didn't end. While he does take on a paternal/caretaking role, his intro into their lives very much heralded a time where Megumi became the family's compulsory breadwinner. I won't break down my thoughts on how Gojo probably wasn't the one who came up with the deal of Megumi being collateral for their survival since I already did it in another post, but however it came about, it doesn't change the fact that Megumi knows that he's the one his family's survival hinges on from a stupidly young age.

We know that Megumi was training/working as a jujutsu sorcerer pre-canon. Gojo straight up tells him at age 4 that he's going to need him to work hard, he references the fact that he's been training megumi for a while in season 1, Megumi admits to nobara that he's lost a comrade on a mission before Yuuji (though Yuuji was the first that was his age), and Megumi knows a lot of the people in this world. By the time canon starts, he's been training with Kamo since before Kamo entered school, so for 3-4 years minimum, and Mai knows him as well. Kamo straight up says that Megumi's got more talent than the head of the Zenin clan by his first year, and his Grade 2 status at entrance means he's considered a prodigy. There's also a lot of little scenes that suggest that Megumi's been doing this a while. When Gojo's talking to Yuuji about the detention center fight, he makes a few comments about how Megumi likely understood the reality of the fight and just how bad their odds were better than the other two, suggesting 1) megumi has the experience already to do that and 2) Gojo has witnessed him in the field enough to get a sense of how he evaluates situations. He's been doing this a while.

But the thing is that he's also passively suicidal the entirety of season 1. And that's probably because he spent his entire life believing he was going to die young.

He probably doesn't think of it as being passively suicidal, but he absolutely is. The sacrifice bunt vs Yuuji's homerun in season 1 is SUCH A GOOD MICROCOSM OF HIS CHARACTER.

Yuuji has the blind confidence of a very young god who was never informed that there were other gods that were older and more powerful and will kick his fucking ass. Like, he will be in Sukuna's throne room after the man ripped his heart out and Literally Killed Him and still be like "I will beat your entire ass." No doubt. No hesitation. I simply love him.

Megumi, meanwhile, walks into fights knowing he will find one that he can't win. Yuuji thinks he can beat anyone, but Megumi defaults to the assumption that he can't win in a way that is really suggestive of a very, very deep underlying mental issue.

I don't know if you're anime-only or if you know what the "trump card" gojo refers to during his training scene with Megumi, so I'll confine it to what's already appeared in the anime. Throughout the anime, there's multiple times where it's alluded to the fact that Megumi has some kind of "trump card" where he can take his enemy down with him. Gojo specifically refers to it as "dying to win." Sukuna even recognized to some degree that he was pulling it during their fight and called it "burning through your own life." Whatever it is, it's a sacrifice play. It's taking someone down with him.

And we see throughout the anime multiple times where he almost pulls it. Sukuna is the biggest example, but he likely almost pulled it twice in the fight against Hanami during the Goodwill Event arc. When Hanami first confronts them, Megumi immediately says "Get Inumaki out of here" to Kamo.

And that's fucking weird. Inumaki's a semi-grade one sorcerer, higher than him. He's his very experienced senpai. He's no slouch in a fight. Kamo is older than all of them, has been training his entire life, and is a first grade sorcerer. Out of all of them, Megumi was the baby kohai who should have been leaning on the older students. Instead, he's trying to get them out of the line of fire. He probably saw an immeasurably powerful special grade and decided to pull the same trump card he almost pulled in the fight against Sukuna as soon as Inumaki and Kamo were safe.

Later, when Hanami has Maki by the throat, after he was already hit by her root attack that would kill him if he used cursed energy, he makes the same hand signals he did during the Sukuna fight while thinking about how he's the one who has to make the sacrifice play. He was absolutely killing himself to win.

And that mentality makes so much sense when you consider that Megumi already made the sacrifice play with him and his sister all those years ago.

He's spent his entire life locked into being a sorcerer. It's the collateral keeping himself and his sister alive. He doesn't have a way out. His future employment is collateral for an already-accrued debt; he just doesn't have the option to quit and do something else the way everyone else does. And the thing about being a sorcerer is that the mortality rate is not awe-inspiring, to the point where the Kyoto students canonically tried not to get close to each other because they knew that a decent number of them would be dying young and it would hurt less.

Megumi's not stupid, and he's been doing this for a long time. He's probably been reconciling with his own likely violent death for a long time by the time canon starts, and it really fucking shows with how he approaches fights until the bridge fight. There's something so tragic and sad about that to me. Like, what age was he when he realized this life would probably kill him? When he realized that he would never have a way out?

When you bring in his own morality structure and philosophical approach to life, that entire mindset becomes so fucking interesting. Because Megumi's plainly fucking furious that people did this to him.

Megumi's middle school bullying days is both hilarious and endlessly fascinating in the context of his history. His entire thing is that he hates bad people and believes that we’re born into a fundamentally unjust world. Specifically, he hates people that look at the vulnerable and lack empathy for them, to the point where he ended up going out of his way to beat up every single bully in his middle school an unilaterally enforce peace. He had an entire dramatic speech about how he was doing this because they had hurt others—the worlds based on social construct, "please don't kill me and I won't kill you." They had broken that to make themselves feel strong, and if they did it again in front of him, he'd kill them. All that jazz. And it's really interesting that he never once looks down on the people getting bullied. There's a huge emphasis on strength as tied to value in JJK--Sukuna and Gojo being some of the biggest examples--but Megumi only looks down on a lack of empathy and compassion, not people who are physically weak.

Once that's contextualized with the fact that the person who was supposed to protect him abandoned him and sold him to some very bad people, it becomes a lot more tragic. He's doomed by the narrative and he's self aware of the fact that he's doomed. He spends his entire middle school years kicking the shit out of people who take advantage of people because they can, and I personally think that's because that's exactly what happened to him when he was a kid. There's always a bigger fish, and some pretty fucking big fish have him in a corner. But he's the biggest fish in the pond of his middle school, and he does not put up with people who hurt others just because they can.

He spends his last years before becoming a full time sorcerer acting as the sort of person that never was there for him as a child, and there's something so tragic about that to me. Megumi just reads as someone who's already accepted he's doomed and is so angry he wasn't saved.

Even his name has tinges of tragedy to me. Like, it's the difference between "blessing" and "blessed."

On his face, Megumi seems like he's blessed. He won the genetic lottery. He was born with one of the most powerful techniques in the franchise, the one that the Zenin clan desperately wants. It's rare enough that no one else alive has inherited it. It's suggested that it's the Zenin equivalent to the Six Eyes, and Gojo's the one who's always saying how he alone is blessed by heaven. Even Kamo, who isn't even Zenin, commented during their fight on how much people wanted someone like Maki or Mai to get it instead. I won't comment on manga events, but as it proceeds, it becomes even more obvious just how valuable his technique is considered to be.

But Megumi doesn't seem to particularly care about his technique.

He said at one point that, in middle school, he didn't really want to be a jujutsu sorcerer because he couldn't imagine who he'd want to save (the fact that his first act in the series is to save Yuuji is another discussion entirely that I am so mentally ill about). Megumi spends the series surrounded by people who are extremely impressed by and focused on his technique, but for Megumi? His technique and its value seems to be the thing that trapped him. No one was ever going to let him live in peace, and he was young enough that he had no real way to protect his own interests.

He never got to be a kid who got to dream about what he'd be when he grew up. Other kids got to say they'd be an astronaut, or an actor, or a veterinarian or whatever, and he has known that he would be lucky to not die in wizard school his entire childhood. He is a blessing for other people, for the Zenin who want his technique, for the higher ups who effectively own him until he repays his debt, but he's not blessed. He's just valuable sea glass with collectors circling. He hates his name, and I think he hates what he is as well. He's an extraordinarily strong willed person who hates people who take advantage, but he's spent his entire life with a boot on his neck. that must piss him off.

I think his relationship with jujutsu sorcerer would have potentially been a lot better if it had been a choice for him, but he's someone who intensely values control over himself who has been controlled by the circumstances of his birth his entire life. There are all these tiny ways in the show that he tries to exert control over his own circumstances because he just doesn't have a lot of control over his life and it's just amazing character design.

He's just so tragic to me. I am so mentally unwell over him.

Tsumiki and the fact that she was fully about to fight Maki for a hot minute was a lot harder to settle on, mostly because we just don't get a lot about her. But I actually kind of like those kinds of characters? I get to play more in those sandboxes and have more freedom with the character because I'm just using what's little known about them as a bouncing off point and making shit up for the rest.

And with Tsumiki we just do not have a huge amount because she's in a magic coma when canon starts. What little we have is coming through Megumi, who is a naturally unreliable narrator when it comes to her. Like, in his mind, her primarily defines her as "a good person," and that makes a lot of sense when you consider that this is his big sister who was, effectively, the only source of stability and care he had growing up and is almost completely lost to him by the start of canon. he's the last person i would expect to be an reliable narrator about her.

Fanon (at least what I've seen) seems to have translated what we've seen to her into "kind natured good girl" which I don't entirely agree with? I just don't think those kind of people exist. Like, the one's who are all sunshine and rainbows and kind thoughts all the time. Everyone has negative emotions; it's just a matter of how they deal with them.

Also what little concrete we have on her doesn't necessarily suggest she fits that kind of eternally-caring good girl motif anyway.

There's the big example, where she says she would much rather think about the ones she loves rather than curse anyone. This very notably isn't an idealistic "everyone has good in them" rationalization, but it's more "I have better things to do with my time." Forgiving bad people is a trait that Megumi attributes to her, but he's an unreliable narrator about her, so it may be accurate or it may not be. There's a difference between forgiving someone and taking a policy of non-interference.

It's also suggested that she doesn't actually look down on the absence of forgiveness--she actually comments pretty favorably on it. She says that Megumi's refusal to forgive people is a part of his kindness. This suggests that, even though she goes after him for fighting, it's not some kind of perfectly kind "forgiveness is the right thing to do" rationalization. She recognizes the nuance in Megumi's actions and his anger. The thing she really gets on him for is the fighting itself, not the anger, and fighting 1) has wider impacts on Megumi (physically, mentally, emotionally, on his record, etc) and 2) it's suggested that she gets on him because of these wider impacts. We never actually see her discuss it at all in terms of the people he beats up, and Megumi thinks, in retrospect, that she was picking him to care about the same way that he picks who he saves. Again, he's unreliable, so this may be true and it may not be, but I find her character so interesting if it is true, especially in light of her quote about not cursing people because she'd rather think of her loved ones.

That takes Tsumiki from the kind of "prototypical good girl" character type into the realm of someone who has picked to only care about certain people and approach the rest of the world with polite indifference. She doesn't share Megumi's anger at the world, but she doesn't exactly approach it with starry-eyed idealism either.

A much better example of starry-eyed idealism within JJK is actually Yuuji (pre-Junpei) or Geto (pre-genocidal breakdown) than Tsumiki--and the narrative immediately deconstructs both cases of starry-eyed idealism, suggesting that it doesn't genuinely tie being a "good person" to those approaches to morality.

Both Yuuji and Geto kind of spout like, baby's first philosophy class styles of idealism. And I don't mean that in a derogatory way towards either of them--they're both highly empathetic teenagers who care a lot about the world and people in it who are trapped in a system that is fundamentally hostile. Yuuji has a stance of "even considering killing would affect my soul" and Geto has a stance of "I exist for the sake of protecting those weaker than me," both of which aren't wholly without merit, but both are overly simplistic and lack nuance. Which makes sense, because they're both a teenager's approach to morality. In a safer environment, they could have grown in nuance and had their world views challenged safely. but the system they're both existing in isn't safe and never has been--so Yuuji ends up having to confront his stance on killing when he has to put literal children trapped in inexplicable torment out of their misery, and Geto goes off his rocker entirely.

In contrast, Tsumiki really isn't as idealistic as either of them, from what little we see of her. She never once gets close to their levels of "I want to save everyone" syndrome--it's straight up that she's picked her people to care about and has better things to do with her time than waste it on hate and anger. Contextualizing it within her background, that reads more like a survival strategy than being a sparkly kind perfect good girl.

She was a very young girl who had to shoulder a huge amount of responsibility at a young age. She was stuck in terrible circumstances, living well below the poverty line, with her only support being a brother that was even younger than her. We don't know anything about her mom or bio dad, or how much she knows about/remembers Toji, but it's interesting that Toji's approach to life is the antithesis of Tsumiki's.

Toji was so caught up in his own bitterness towards how he was treated that a big part of why he took Riko's assassination was so he could prove he was stronger than *checks notes* a sixteen year old miracle baby and his repressed boyfriend. In the end, the fact that he was caught up in his bitterness was his downfall, and he said it himself: he normally would have fucked off the second Gojo showed up after the assassination was done. He directly ignored his instincts to prove a monkey like him could take on the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery, and that's what killed him.

There's not enough in canon to tell us either way if tsumiki had any impressions of the adults in her life, but I honestly really like the idea of her looking at the a life where the adults are neglecting her because they've been consumed by their own anger and hate and purposefully deciding to not let it consume her as well. To discard that kind of stuff, not because she thinks there's good in everyone or that it's horribly wrong to have negative emotions, but because she has the people she loves and she's building a life with them by sheer force of will. She's fleeing the teeth of a beast, not approaching the world through rose-colored glass.

For another thing, we have legitimately two actions that she's canonically taken in the series. One was nail Megumi in the back of the head with a milk carton during a fight, the other was fling her fucking body off a bridge with a homemade bungee chord. Girl's probably not a nun.

I ended up deciding that the core of Tsumiki's character needed to be that had a, for lack of a better word, selfish way of loving people. Not to say that she acts selfishly (if anything, canon shows she's intensely selfless when it comes to the people she loves), but just that she's decided to conserve her efforts and care to center around the people she loves and not care about the whole world and everything in it. In her mind, Megumi's kindness is in part because he's angry on the behalf of other people, which is a trait she doesn't share. She cares about her brother and just straight up doesn't have the time or resources for everyone else. Megumi is her landmine.

There's not enough in canon to contradict this reading of her, which makes her fun to write. So she's a relatively nice and polite girl until her brother's in danger, in which case she's immediately stealing cars and about to throw hands with a girl holding a polearm. She's so fun.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #fushiguro tsumiki #fushiguro megumi #sea glass gardens #those that have been following me for a while know that the ask box comes at the risk of 73 different tangents in the answer #that's right folks it's yet another info dump

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dairy-farmer · 8 months

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Omg thinking more about the infidelity AU where Tim gets knocked up by Bruce but tells Jason the baby is his and then getting knocked up only by people with similar coloring to Jason!

What if one night, Bruce, Dick and Tim go to a gala (Jason is studying at home and helping Alfred take care of the three kids he and Tim have by then, Tim having just had their last baby a month and a half ago) and decide to take a detour?

They go off to some out of the way bedroom and are getting ready to fuck Tim and knock him up with another baby, hopefully, but they're interrupted suddenly when someone walks in. It's Jack Drake, who followed Tim when he saw them all arrive, wanting to see what he's up to and knowing it's nothing good based on how they snuck out of the gala.

It has been four years since Jack has seen his son and he's grown so much, hardly 18 with wide hips, fat tits, a soft body, all thanks to all the brats he's been popping out for Wayne's street rat. Except, well, maybe they'll not all the street rats? He asks Tim if he's sure he's only pushed out Jason's babies, and Tim is so horny beyond any measure that he blurts out no, his first is Bruce's and his second and third could be any of the three of theirs.

Jack walks in further, his cock getting hard, and says in a rough voice "you wanna add a fourth potential baby daddy to that list, Timmy?" To which Tim moans loudly in response, begging for his dad to fuck him

When they get home from the gala, Tim has the loads of Bruce, Dick, and Jack filling his slutty little womb, a lovely plug keeping it all inside, and a few weeks later they confirm that Tim is having baby number four!

(bonus points if, out of curiosity, they test paternity for this one pregnancy, and the Batcomputer confirms that Jack Drake knocked up his only son)

jack drake putting a baby in his little slut of a son!!!!!!!!!!!!😩😩😩😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👀👀👀👀👀👀👀🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he hasn't seen tim since they kicked him out for getting pregnant while still in highschool with one of wayn'es spawn though, given the site he walked in on and tim's confession it was unlikely that was true.

jack would admit he'd thought of his boy every once in a while. janet had as well. when they'd sold their house and liquidated their real estate to travel more she'd stopped and stared at an old photo of tim as a toddler when she picked up an old photo album. but janet had her pride and jack did as well. so they never called. never reached out. never even googled images of their grandchild when they'd heard she'd been born (a girl! janet had always wanted a girl so even from the beginning she'd looked at tim with disappointment).

when jack looks at his wayward child again he doesn't feel nostalgic or sentimental...he feels...aroused. warm and hot blooded like thick alcohol is swirling in his gut.

he and janet haven't been intimate in years and with the infidelity clause in their prenup neither of them would even dare risk an affair.

and tim...his sweet tim....has blossomed so beautiful. his wide hips, his obscene milky tits held up by a lacy bra, a soft stomach with extra padding around his womb where he'd presumably carried a few wayne whelps. the promising glisten of his red cunt between his spread legs. he's not even wearing any underwear allowing jack to get a full view of those puffy cunt lips and pretty pussy.

jack can't deny the tightness of his pants as he looks at his gorgeous little son that's not so little anymore. knowing he helped create this little whore lying on their back with their legs spread is all kinds of arousing.

tim is offering to let jack fuck him first over all the others so long as he keeps quiet about what he saw. jack agrees. readily.

he sqeezes every part of tim he can get his hands on. he gropes his tits, shoves a few fingers between those plush lips and watches as the beautiful mouth sucks them down to the knuckle, he fucks so hard into that cunt that practically sucks him in and rolls his eyes so far back he almost passes out when he cums and his cock gets milked so sweetly by a miraculously tight pussy even though jack last counted three grandbabies being born from his son.

god. his son truly is a little miracle. jack waits until his balls replenish with more seed, collapsing back onto a chair and watching as his son is through fucked and creampied by his father in law and brother in law. they both take their turns and jack readies himself again to fuck into his son's pussy, determined to be the one to get him pregnant. to have a child and a grandchild wrapped into one and nurtured inside his son's sweet womb. the thought of getting his son pregnant is so erotic the thought alone will be enough to carry jack through the rest of his sham marriage.

getting to fuck his son is just a bonus. jack would have agreed to keep his mouth shut in exchange for being able to watch but getting to impregnate his son and walk around with the knowledge the baby growing in his son's belly was his?

euphoric.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #jacktim

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murdock-barnes · 2 years

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One Night Stand

Matt Murdock x Elektra Natchios x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Matt and Elektra spot you sitting at a bar alone, they want to spend some "quality time" with you😏

Warnings: protected and unprotected p in v, oral (both female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, face riding (pls let me know if I forgot something)

Word Count: 3,3K

A/N: I made my favorite couple married here because I am desperate for them to be happy together😩 I’ve been wanting to write a threesome like this for a long time and it’s finally the right time. HERE IT IS! I’m really happy about how it turned out😍 I'm sorry this is a bit long cuz I wanted to write all of my fantasies with them😏🥵 I hope you like it!!!! Please let me know what you think❤️

18+ MINORS DNI

The busy, bleak day wore you out. It was one of those days that nothing went right. First, your alarm didn't go off and you were half an hour late to work. Then, the supplier came in with the wrong delivery which he was pretty sure was the right one. On the meeting afternoon, your boss asked to see a preview of your upcoming presentation and you just froze and babbled some nonsense. That's because you didn't even form the idea of the presentation which you simply pushed forward and forward, procrastinating. In the end, it was a long and exhausting day. However, you didn't want to go home, sit alone and mope around. You needed a drink. That's how you ended up in this fancy hotel bar that is right next to the office.

You were on your third Martini, getting tipsy when someone tapped your shoulder. You instinctively turned to look and you were faced with a beautiful woman, looking at you with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

"Hello," she said settling on the stool right next to you. The smooth, velvet tone of her voice made your hair stand on its ends.

"Hi?" you responded, questioning.

"Are we disturbing you?" A deep, smooth voice came from the stool on your other side. Turning to him, you saw a handsome man in a tuxedo. Even though he was inside, he was wearing sunglasses.

You were intrigued so you simply said "No."

"Good," the woman replied sitting taller now, exposing her collar bones and chest. Her red dress had a deep neckline which displayed her breasts in the most delightful way. You couldn't take your eyes off of the marvelous view. When she caught you ogling, she smiled and you looked away, embarrassed.

She leaned into you, presenting you with her divine scent. "You caught my eye and I've wanted to meet with you," she reached and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "So pretty," she murmured.

You felt a blush slowly creeping up to your cheeks. Her voice and the way she talked warmed the blood in your veins.

"My name is Elektra and this is my husband Matthew," she introduced.

Matt gave you a dazzling smile "Nice to meet you, sweetie. You can call me Matt."

You smiled shyly "Nice to meet you both." You introduced yourself too.

You chatted with them, getting to know each other. You learned that Elektra runs a private business and Matt, to quote Elektra, was a really good lawyer. You also found out that Matt was blind. You were surprised considering the way he moves like he can see.

They were really charming and good conversation makers. As you talked and talked, they felt safe and trustworthy. They also bewitched you with their beauty and brains. Matt and Elektra were truly a dangerous duo.

Moreover, they were possibly the best-looking couple you've ever seen. The attraction and chemistry between them were filling the space with electricity. Their energy fueled yours and you felt alarmed and alive.

"You're here, drinking by yourself and being seemingly upset. Rough day at work?" Elektra guessed.

You eased into her presence and answered with a nod.

"Aw, poor girl," she pouted. "However, I think we can make your night so much better. Right, Matthew?"

He chuckled "Absolutely." Matt leaned into you, whispering "See, honey. My wife... wants you and she gets everything she wants."

When you got what he implied, you took in a sharp breath. They want to have sex with you? A threesome?

"I-" you didn't know what to say.

Elektra's hand slid onto your thigh, slightly squeezing. She deeply gazed into your eyes. You felt Matt put his hand on your waist. Heat pooled down at your core.

Elektra came closer and placed a kiss on your neck, which sent shivers down your spine. "Come on, it'll be fun. Trust me," she whispered. "Just a one night stand."

Her hand reached and slowly caressed your cheek. "You're so beautiful. Imagine all the ways we can play with you." You felt Matt's hand on your right boob, squeezing slightly. Elektra's hand on your thigh reached between your legs, cupping you. You gasped and shuddered. "We can make you cum so many times, over and over."

"What do you say?" Matt whispered into your ear.

All the logic left your body with their touches and words. "Yes," you answered.

Elektra giggled and hold your hand, making you get up. Matt talked to the bartender "Close her tab and add it to ours." They walked you to the elevator, their hands never leaving you. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Elektra pushed you to the mirror and kissed you hard. Your body was flushed with hers as she worked your mouth. The slight strawberry taste from her stimulated your taste buds.

Matt was just standing at the side, his head dropped down. There was a smirk on his face.

Elektra's hands gripped your hips, pushing herself to your core. The friction made you release a moan into her mouth. You heard the elevator doors open and Elektra stepped away, leaving you gasping for air.

Matt chuckled "Come on."

Elektra held your hand as you made your way to their room. Matt unlocked the door with the key card. "Ladies first," he gestured inside.

Butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as you stepped inside, Elektra and, finally, Matt following you. He closed the door. You walked and stopped before the bed as Elektra approached you.

She gave you a quick kiss with a reassuring smile. "You're so beautiful. So deserving."

The hem of your shirt was lifted and she removed it slowly. Suddenly, Matt was beside you, his sunglasses lost now. He put his palm on your back and kissed you. His kiss felt as good as Elektra's. His hand found the clasp of your bra and undid it.

As you were introduced to his taste, Elektra slid your pants down. She kneeled down and her hands caressed your thighs. She peppered kisses all over your thighs. She got rid of your panties and now her mouth was on your core. She planted a kiss on your clit, making you moan into Matt's mouth. His hands were on your tits, kneading and pinching.

"You taste so sweet," Elektra murmured.

Elektra grabbed your ass, pressing you to her face. The way her tongue worked inside you and on your clit made your knees weak. You held on to Matt's shoulders. He hold you steady and moved on to kiss and suck on your neck. Elektra slowly slid two fingers inside you. Your head fell back, moaning. She sucked and tongued your clit as her fingers moved in and out fast.

Matt held your hand and guided it to his clothed erection. He was so hard in his pants. You rubbed him over his pants, feeling the warmth and length of him. He released a satisfied hum into your neck. "Fuck, yes."

Elektra curled her finger inside you, hitting that magical spot. You threw your head back and came with a cry. Matt held you tight as your body shook with pleasure. Elektra prolonged your bliss and kept sucking and licking. You couldn't take it anymore "Please..." you pushed her head away. She lifted her head and gave you a big smile.

Elektra got up and gave you a kiss. You tasted yourself on her tongue. "You cum so prettily," she whispered into your mouth.

Your hands reached around her body, finding the zip of her dress. You pulled it down and she laughed. Matt slipped her dress down her body. When it pooled down at her feet, she stepped out of it. She wasn't wearing a bra so she displayed her beautiful body only covered with a small fabric between her legs. Fuck, she was doubtlessly the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Matt caught your reaction, the way you sucked in your breath and became frozen. He chuckled "Yeah, she has that effect on people." He planted a kiss on her temple. Elektra closed her eyes and hummed blissfully, smiling.

Your hands came down on her hips, gripping. You guided her to the bed. First, she sat and then pulled herself up on the bed, resting on her elbows. You settled on the bed on your knees. You leaned into her and slowly slid down her panties. As you threw it aside, you saw Matt from the corner of your eye. Now, he was naked too. He sat on the small sofa, his head laid back and his hand lazily stroking his hard cock. He had various scars on his body yet they couldn't take anything from his beauty. You took in his strong body; his defined abs, muscled arms, and thighs.

You turned to Elektra. She gave you a foxy smile and opened her legs, baring her cunt "Eat me out, pretty princess."

You obeyed as you came closer to her on your hands and knees. You looked up and saw her giving you an assuring nod. You wanted to please her, give her everything she wants. You dived in licking from her entrance to her clit. She lifted her hips with a light moan. Your hands found her thighs, holding her down tight. Her hands became intertwined with your hair.

As you feasted on her, you felt Matt's presence behind you. His hands came down to your ass. "Lift your hips, sweetie," he softly said.

You looked up, locking eyes with Elektra. She understood your hesitance. "Do you want him to fuck you?" she said.

You were ashamed but you didn't give in to that feeling. You nodded shyly. Elektra giggled, her hand on your hair caressed the side of your face "That's a good girl. Lift your hips then."

You went back to give Elektra her well-deserved pleasure as you lifted your hips. Matt reached down and his fingers slid into you. "Fuck, so wet." He planted a small kiss on your shoulder as he lined his cock with your entrance. You felt him slowly entering you, stretching you in the most delicious way. He was wearing a condom which you didn't even see him put on. You moaned deeply and the vibrations made Elektra lift her hips to grind on your face. Your mouth felt like heaven to her. Halfway in, Matt slammed into you. He let out a grunt, as your velvet walls wrapped around his dick delightfully.

He gripped your hips and slowly started to fuck you. Every thrust made your eyes roll in your head. It felt so good. All of you were lost in the sensation. All that mattered was the pleasure.

You moved on to suck on Elektra's clit as your middle finger slid inside her. She gasped and then, moaned. The room was filled with moans and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Matt was about to go insane. The feeling of your wet, hot cunt, Elektra's moans, the smell of her, and your arousals. It was all too much. He nearly came with these senses.

"Fuck... you feel so good, baby," he muttered. You whined in response.

Elektra was enjoying herself and when you added a second finger she was over the moon. You pumped your fingers in and out as your mouth never left her clit. Curling your fingers, you hit her g spot. She released a loud moan, throwing her head back. "Oh my God, yes..." she exclaimed. "Don't stop!"

Matt slammed into you harder now. You fingered Elektra faster and pushed your hips to meet his thrusts. All of you were chasing your orgasms now. Everyone moved in unison to meet their needs.

Elektra was the first to come, falling apart under your fingers and mouth. You licked her way through orgasm. Her loud moans were music to both your and Matt's ears. Her legs shook as her body trembled and you kept eating her out.

Matt reached down and started circling your clit, his thrusts never knowing mercy. You felt the coil tightening in your stomach, you knew what was coming.

You lifted your head and as you gasped for the air, you said "Please... gonna cum."

He slammed you even harder, in a way that you didn't think would be possible. He was hitting it so deeply, so raw. Your orgasm slowly crept upon you, it built up and built up. Then, snapped. You came with a loud cry, stars blurring your vision. Your legs shook unable to keep you lifted. He gripped your hips tighter, fucking you relentlessly. Your fluttering walls were milking his cock. You felt his pace falter and his grunts grew louder. A few more thrusts and he came, burying himself inside you.

All of you just stayed still, trying to catch your breaths. A veil of bless wrapped your bodies. You were hyper-aware of every inch of your body.

Matt slowly slid out of you and you rolled onto your back to rest. Matt walked to the trash, disposing of the condom. Elektra pulled you to her embrace. You felt so safe and welcomed in her arms. She caressed your face "You did so good." She planted a kiss on your forehead.

Matt laid beside Elektra, spooning her. She eased into his embrace with a big smile. "I told you she'd make us happy," she said.

Matt smiled "Yeah, you were right."

"I'm always right, Matthew," she replied, grinning.

You don't know how long you laid there with them. Elektra was right. They really made your night better. They possibly caused you to live the best night of your life. You stripped away from your thoughts when the bed shifted.

Elektra was leaning back and rubbing her ass on Matt's dick. Matt gave a small frown "Already?" he asked.

"Mhm," Elektra answered. Matt laughed, his hand coming over her body to grab her tit. You joined them, kissing and sucking Elektra's neck. She suddenly escaped both your and Matt's embrace, sitting up.

"What..." Matt got interrupted by her shushing. She reached her hand out to you "Come here, baby."

You also sat up and joined her. She leaned into your ear "Suck him off and get him ready for me. Okay?"

You looked down at Matt's semi-hard cock and nodded. You placed your hands on his thighs, hearing the breath he let out. You reached and wrapped your hand around his dick, giving him a few strokes. You leaned down and licked a stripe from its base to the tip. Then, you took him into your mouth. Matt released a soft moan as you slowly bobbed your head. You were teasing him, he knew.

You sensed a movement and looked up, seeing Elektra sitting on Matt's face. She was facing you "Go on, I wanna watch," she said.

You leaned in and teased his tip with your tongue, then sucked. His hips lifted from the bed as he moaned into Elektra's pussy. She literally rode his face but her eyes never left you. You wondered if he could breathe.

"Mhm.. soo good," she moaned. "Such a good boy, my Matthew." He replied by whimpering and lifting his hips more. You took him in all the way and hollowed your cheeks, sucking him off dry. You repeated it over and over until Elektra told you to stop. You moved back, giving her space.

She left the throne of her husband's face and straddled Matt's hips, guiding his cock into her. She slowly sank down, and she closed her eyes, letting out a delighted moan. Matt's hands reached and grabbed her hips. She opened her eyes and looked down at him and smiled. The view before you was mesmerizing. It was clear as day that they were madly in love.

Elektra turned to you "Pretty kitten, are you just gonna watch? Go sit on his face. I promise he's really good at it," she winked. You looked at Matt and he gave you a cunning smile.

"I don't know... I'd never done that," you said shyly. "What if I hurt you?"

Matt laughed "I'll be fine and you're gonna love it. We can't deprive you of one of the greatest pleasures of life. Plus I like it."

"Okay, then," you said but you were still nervous. You moved on the bed and straddled his face, hovering. When you were trying to figure out how to sit, Matt held your thighs and guided you down to his mouth. With his first lick, you arched your back. You were trying so hard not to put your whole weight on him but his tongue strikes made you weak in the knees. He heard you struggle "Sweetie, sit down" he commanded. "Not hover!"

His grip on your thighs tightened as he pushed you down. You were fully sitting on his face now. His tongue dived into you as his nose brushed your clit. You let out a deep moan.

"There we go," Elektra chuckled. She reached and caught your nipples, playing with them.

Elektra rode Matt like there's no tomorrow. That's how she liked to fuck. To the death. She lifted her hips, only leaving his tip inside, and then, she slammed down. A huge grunt left Matt's lips but it was muffled by your cunt. Elektra did the same thing over and over, making him and herself go crazy.

Your shy attitude was long gone when you got familiar with this new feeling. Now, you rode his face confidently. The moans he left made you even needier. You held onto his hands on your thighs and you rode faster, rubbing your clit on his nose.

Elektra, also, rode him harder. Leaning into him, she steadied her hands on his chest as her hips kept pounding down. She was out of breath, looking so goddamn beautiful. You smiled at the thought so you reached out and held her face, bringing her closer to you. Your lips crashed with hers as Matt pleased both of you.

You broke the kiss "Oh... I'm..." you couldn't speak properly as your orgasm neared.

She grabbed your face in both hands "Hold it, we're all gonna cum together."

You tried your best holding it as she kept riding him. Her legs were trembling so Matt's hands left your thigh to grip her hips, holding her still. Then, he rutted inside her so hard, so deep. She threw her head back moaning loudly.

She looked back at you, holding your eyes "Cum, baby. Now!" she said.

You finally let go, cumming on Matt's face and riding your high. You moaned and whimpered, your legs shaking frantically so you hold onto Elektra. Dizziness hit you as his tongue still worked inside you. Elektra came with a cry, her body trembling over his. Her orgasm hit her hard, she'd definitely collapse if it weren't for Matt's strong hands holding her up. Matt fucked his way to the peak of his pleasure and spilled inside Elektra as his muffled moans and grunts accompanied his spasming abs.

Elektra slowly got up and threw herself next to Matt. Her legs were weak and her whole body felt sore. You lifted yourself off of him and laid between them. Matt let out a sigh. All of you were completely worn out.

"That was... perfect," she looked at you. "Aren't you glad you joined us, sweetie?"

You giggled "I am." You played with the ends of her hair as Matt's arms tightened around you. "Thank you for giving me the best night of my existence."

Elektra saw the adoring look in your eyes. It was clear that you worshipped both her and Matt. It made her heart swell.

"Maybe this wasn't just a one night stand," she muttered.

Your eyes grew big in response. Your heartbeat faltered. Matt chuckled "Go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning," he said.

You settled between them more comfortably and they both wrapped you in their magical cocoon of love. You drifted off to a peaceful sleep with a big smile painted on your face.

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Total bastard |Percy Hynes White|

Pairings: Percy Hynes White x Polish!F!Reader

Warnings: bit of cursing, stereotypes about cars, mentions of Harry Potter, let me know if I missed something. It’s shitty by the way.

Additionally: Y/N - Your name, Y/L/N - your last name, Y/F/N - your friend’s name, Y/C/B - Your car brand/car of your choosing

A/N: Hello! That’s my third writing here on Tumblr and I must apologise for the grammar! I’m Polish so English is not my first language and don’t feel too comfortable using it. I’d be very grateful for any feedback about it because I truly don’t know if it’s even comfortable for you to read 😩

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You may be wondering how does working on Wednesday set look like and the only word that comes to my mind and describes it perfectly is MAGICAL.

That was my first - let me call it - serious job. I took part in few other productions as an intern mostly and I played a background character only once before getting the role of Wednesday’s cousin. Coming back to the topic - even though I have some experience in films and I know exactly how everything looks behind the scenes, the set of Wednesday was something totally different and new.

Maybe it’s because most of the cast was young and not too popular (not counting Jenna and some other actors of course). That was the first place where I felt like I belong there.

But I also met somebody who desperately tried to break my heart or so I understood it.

Let’s start with a quick introduction. My name is Y/N, I was born in 2000, in Poland which makes me different from my movie character all the way. I was kind of stressed about joining the cast mostly fearing that I won’t be accepted. I mean, they all have became really good friends and what if I they treat me as an intruder ?

The trip to Romania was excellent even though some turbulences happened during my flight. Firstly I was wondering about driving a car (which would take about 12 hours but I thought of taking some stops in Slovakia and Hungary). I love travelling to new places but I decided that buying flight tickets and rent a car while in Romania definitely will be a better option. I needed some way of transport and I truly hated the public communication.

I did as I said, I rented a car and was heading straight to the hotel. The atmosphere of Romanian forests was just wonderful. So mysterious yet so beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of looking at the surroundings and I took few stops on the way to take pictures of as many views as I could.

After an hour or maybe a little bit longer I finally arrived at the hotel. It was just a simple building, not too pretty nor ugly. Cozy actually. It’s totally fine though. I don’t feel too comfortable in luxury places.

“Shitty drivers.” I muttered while trying to park my car on a parking lot. I have to mention that I’m a pain in the arse if it comes to driving. I always stick to the rules and rarely try to break any which often makes other people go insane. I remember my very first time in the US. I rented a car with my friend and she was laughing her arse off almost every time I drove. The only text a remembered after coming back home was “we’re driving with a very sick Jaguar. Almost dead”. And to make it even funnier, I have been overtaken by a bicycle.

Minute of silence, please.

But coming back to my thoughts.

After seeing this one black BMW parked totally wrong, I got a clever idea. What to do to piss off its driver? I parked my car correctly so there was no option for whoever owned that black car, to get inside. Sorry not sorry. I left the car and took my luggage and just when I was heading to the building, someone called after me.

“What do you think you doing? I can’t get into my car, you daughter of the devil!”

I quickly turned around to see a young man opening the black vehicle with his automatic pilot.

“Fly then.” I said with a grin.

“May you move your shitty Y/C/B so I can leave the parking lot?” He added visibility furious.

“Shitty Y/C/B you say. Well, does your BMW have working indicators or they are to cause a huge explosion if you use them?” I asked and raised my brows at him.

Before you’ll start hating me for this I must explain something. Polish people truly hate BMW drivers. It’s not like we don’t buy those cars - we actually do and they are very popular. However seeing a BMW using indicators is something worth celebrating. Does not happen too often, tho. If you happen to see a BMW with working blinkers, you can be sure it’s police driving it.

I didn’t even wait for his response, expecting it to be rude, and just turned around again and that’s when I noticed a certain boy that was portraying Ajax in the show. He was laughing his arse off while leaning against the hotel entrance.

“Well done, whoever you are. Jake is a total shit and makes everyone go crazy with his behaviour.” He said while extending his hand to me which I gladly accepted. “Georgie Farmer, Ajax Petropolus, call me whatever you want.”

“Nice to meet you, Georgie. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m going to portray Wednesday’s cousin, Verity.” I replied with a smile.

“You have a funny accent. You’re not American for sure, aren’t you? I didn’t mean to offend you, of course.” He added.

“Don’t worry about that. English is not my first language so I’m not a mistress of speaking it. The truth is I usually fail doing so.“

„Stop saying so. You speak very well. I like the Brit or Australian sounding. But what’s your nationality then?”

“I come from Poland. Not too far away from here actually which I’m pretty glad about. At least my flight wasn’t tiring.”

“Woah, is that the country which is famous from pierogis?” He gasped visibly amazed and just when I nodded, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him inside the hotel. I started giggling like crazy. I was totally over the moon because someone seemed to like me and that felt incredible.

“So I suppose you’re pretty stressed now before meeting the rest of the cast but there’s no need to worry. We are all very friendly and really excited to meet new cast members. Some of us are also pretty insane like Percy for example or Oliver but I’m sure that you’re gonna feel comfortable around them.” He said with a pure excitement, opening one of the doors for me. ”I believe that Emma dreams about giving newbies a hotel tour just like Enid would but what about me being your guide today? She’s rambling too much while showing people around.” He said. Well, isn’t it like he was rambling too?

“As long as you keep smiling and being all excited.” I replied winking at him.

And honestly that was the best beginning of a new friendship in my whole life. We spent around an hour running around the building while he was trying to show me everything. And I mean totally EVERYTHING. He even showed me a secret underground room where he, Percy and Oliver meet from time to time to gossip about what had happened during their day. Boys.

“And so this is the last room of ours. We call it a freak day room because we spend most of our free period here. A lot is happening here everyday so don’t be scared seeing whatever is going on there right now.” He said less enthusiastically.

“I’m prepared to see the worst.” I replied giving him a reassuring nod. I could already hear laughter coming from there and I felt sick from fear. I’ve never used to be too confident, not even mentioning popular. I was just a plain, grey, unknown and the least liked person in my school years. I’ve never had real friends. All of my “friendships” usually come to an end after few months.

“Guys, guys, guys, attention please.” Georgie spoke while entering the room. All the laughter stoped and everyone looked at him at once. “Percy, may you please stop this ungodly singing?” He added. “So I want to introduce a new person to all of you and-“

“You met someone new and didn’t tell us sooner?”

“I’m sorry, Emma but I needed to give her a quick tour and talk a little bit. Whatever. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Y/N, Polish miracle with a funny accent.” Georgie chuckled pulling me into the room. I almost fell noticing all those glances.

“Hiya, nice to meet you!”

Let’s say that the very first day with the whole cast was just amazing. Everyone had a lot of questions, some simple, some weirder. We had a lot to discuss and considering the fact that the boys opened a champagne and then another and another, it resulted in a killer headache on the next day.

But it doesn’t matter.

Percy does.

Since the very first time we laid our eyes on each other, there was a sort of a weird tension between us. I felt pretty shy for no reason and he seemed to judge me. Or so I understood because I usually think that people are gossiping about me which never happens actually.

The thing is that he was acting different in my presence. For example this one time when he was listening to music and singing in a tent, he stopped immediately after I joined him and few other cast members. His face expression made me feel sorry for interrupting their fun time however was it my fault that I was just being curious about what was going on in there? Oh, ok. I’m a bit nosy but IT WAS OUR TENT and I had a full right to go in there.

The second time I felt bad was the Halloween day. Emma and I were simply preparing our costumes in our “freak day room” when Percy came. He just leaned on the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest and was looking at what the both of us were doing. Then, he chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Well, don’t get me wrong but wouldn’t it be just enough if you would have gone to the festival right after waking up? You know, all sleepy and messy.” He said with his characteristic grin. What was that supposed to mean?

“I was thinking about that actually.” I replied a bit upset forcing a small smile. Yeah.. He basically thought I was ugly. I can’t say I wasn’t though. At the age of 23 I had a lot of insecurities which may seem to be odd for many people.

“What are you planning to wear, Percy?” Emma asked.

“A beautiful smile and my fave hat. Enough to make all ladies gasp.” He chuckled and then left.

“He’s unbearable.”

That definitely was true. The way he laughed at me made me go insane every time. When I couldn’t hold the arrow properly, there he was, laughing his arse off. Same after all my bloopers. We also had a pretty heated argument scene one day and he couldn’t hold his laughter. I didn’t know what was going on. Was I truly this bad at acting? Not even mentioning the way he used to mock my accent and made me feel sorry that it was more British than American. Well, it’s not my fault! Polish schools ONLY teach British vocabulary and accent. It’s more familiar to all of us and additionally I used to grow up only having British or Irish idols. Who doesn’t remember One Direction for example? I was a number one fan and honestly I wouldn’t make it with my English without them. Before I met Percy I thought that the way I spoke didn’t matter but it clearly did. I truly started to have enough.

I can’t not mention the fact of being a Potterhead which was for some reason too funny for him. He used to walk around pointing at me with his fingers and go with “expelliarmus” or “abra cadabra” which wasn’t even a Harry Potter spell (and he knew that but wanted to see me explaining it to him and getting embarrassed). At this point I was truly frustrated.

“I’m so glad I have a bit more free time today. I was thinking about visiting the nearby shopping centre. What about you, Joy?” I said while eating lunch. That was the first day after a month of shooting when I was needless on the set. The most of my scenes have been recorded already and now it was only Jenna and her serie family time.

“I was there loads of times and I never get bored of going there. I will for sure keep you a company. I need to buy some stuff especially after Georgie ate almost all of my candy!” She laughed with pure happiness on her beautiful face.

“What are we doing today ladies?” Percy asked, putting his hands on Joy’s shoulders.

“We plan on escaping and doing some illegal stuff. Wanna join?” She replied with a smirk knowing just well that he definitely would accompany us if it really meant something illegal. He was overly confident and usually into rebelling.

“Does it mean few hours of shopping in cosmetic stuff which I ain’t understand? Then thanks.”

“We’re definitely planning on robbing a jewellery shop.” I said winking at him.

“Would be such a reward to have some new shiny necklaces, wouldn’t it? I bet it could ease your embarrassment after yesterdays fails on set. I really think you’re shitty sometimes.” He chuckled and made my heart shatter.

“Yeah. You’re right. So what about leaving soon, Joy? I think I’ll go to take my phone and car keys now.” I added not looking at him.

“I need to take a shower before we leave. Give me at least an hour, is that fine?” She asked smiling friendly.

“Sure. Take your time.”

As I said I went to my room and just sat there, looking at the wall. I’m shitty. That’s what he thought. How cool is that?

But no. It wasn’t what made me sob. Just not yet. The real reason of my future tears was much worse.

About a week later, just few days before Christmas, we all decided to have a lovely, friendly free period after work without caring about the job, without rehearsing, basically it was supposed to be just a chill out. Eating, doing nothing, maybe dancing a little, you know just a normal evening with friends. I was heading straight to our day room when I heard something what broke my heart into millions of pieces.

“What about you and your screen lover, artist?” Georgie laughed. Gossiping about me then. Fine. I just stood there behind the door to hear more and that was a mistake I wouldn’t make twice if I could turn back time.

“Y/N is… well, let’s say that I really couldn’t get more fantastic partner.” Percy scoffed, purest sarcasm in his voice. “I thought they’re going to hire a hot Latino chick for this role but then she came and I’m… huh. Can’t get over this. It’s a simple misunderstanding. You see, someone like her and someone like me. Not to mention that she’s one or two years above, isn’t she? Like a mama.”

“Oh yeah, I can totally agree, mate.” Olivier replied chuckling.

With that I didn’t even bother to listen to them anymore. I headed back to my room where I decided to call my bestie via FaceTime to let all of my negative emotions out. I sobbed hard for another half an hour and she was just there, looking at me and simply not talking. She was wonderful. She had no idea what happened but was waiting until my cries died, giving me some time before finally listening to the story and starting comforting me.

„Naprawdę nie wiem, co takiego mu zrobiłam.” („I literally have no clue what I’ve done to him to deserve it.”) I said, wiping the tears out of my face.

„Moje biedactwo. A przedstawiają go jako aniołka. Posłuchaj, siostra. Może i traktuje cię w taki a nie inny sposób, ale czemu to ma dla ciebie takie znaczenie?”

(„Poor little thing. Can’t believe he’s portrayed as such an angelic person. Listen to me, sis. He may be treating you like this but why does it actually matter to you?”) Y/F/N replied but just after that we heard my door being opened. I didn’t turn myself in the sound’s direction because I could clearly see in my phone screen who entered my room.

Percy himself.

But what the fuck did he want? I decided to stay unbothered and show no emotions at all. At last I didn’t want him to know that I was eavesdropping. Happily he does not know my mother language so it wasn’t too difficult to continue my conversation without his suspiciousness.

“Wiesz… Podłapałam małego crusha na tym dzieciaku. Nie wiem czemu. Zazwyczaj zachowuje się jakby się naćpał, ale jest dość uroczy i…”

(„You know… I might have fallen for him a bit. I know it’s ridiculous but he’s usually acting high like shit but he’s cute at the same time…”) I replied and saw a clear disbelief in my bestie’s face expression.

“On ci rujnuje samopoczucie z dnia na dzień coraz mocniej, a ty się w nim zakochujesz. Powinnaś się przebadać.”

(„Can’t believe it. He’s making your self confidence fall more and more everyday and you’re just casually falling in love. You should go and see the doctor real quick.”) She added visibly angry.

As we continued discussing this and that, I felt a movement on my bed. Percy sat cross legged behind me with a faint smile on his face which made me truly uncomfortable.

“Jak on w ogóle może tak o, wparować do twojego pokoju i gościć się w nim jak u siebie? Zwłaszcza po tym co powiedział.”

(„It’s so bold that he’s able just come to your room like nothing happened and simply feel like he’s being at his own place. Especially after what he said.”) Y/F/N said looking him straight in the eye. “Wydaje mi się, czy zaraz rzuci na mnie klątwę? Może Avada Kedavra?” (“Is he trying to hex me right now? Or maybe he’s planning on using Avada Kedavra?”)

„Możemy zmienić temat?”

(“May we stop talking about him?”) I asked with a forced smile.

But then I felt a very delicate tapping on my shoulder so I finally turned around to face Percy.

“You didn’t join us. Something’s wrong?

Yes, Percy. Yes. You happened.

“Powiedz mu co o nim myślisz i daj znać jak poszło.”

(“Tell him what you think about him and let me know how it went.”) My bestie added before ending the call.

“I don’t feel too well today so I just decided to stay here and spend some time alone.”

“Come on, sweet things, I know you’re lying.”

What did you call me?

“No idea what you’re talking about. I have a right to feel bad”.

“Something is clearly bothering you”.

How come that he was able to read my mind?

“Well maybe you wouldn’t need to worry about such a shitty thing if I was a hot Latino chick.” I retorted not daring to look him in the eyes. It took him off guard immediately.

“Wait, what?” He asked confused and then his face dropped. “Y/N, have you heard what I said down there in our day room?”

“Obviously. Look, I’m sorry that I got the role and you have to look at my Polish shitty face. I wish I looked different but I can’t. Also sorry for being shitty on set. And additionally I’m sorry for talking the way I do and I’m extremely sorry for liking what I like. I-“ I was cut.

“It’s a misunderstanding, sweet things. Let me explain, please.” He pleaded taking my hand into his and I just nodded. “I didn’t mean anything bad by saying all that stuff earlier. It might have sounded bad or so but I am very happy to have an honour of working with you. What I said about your acting was just a way to tease you. I like when you get flustered. I’m not laughing at the way you sound. I find it extremely attractive. I have a weakness for girls speaking languages and changing accents. Harry Potter is absolutely fine and I like it too. I mean, I like it a lot and even have a Dark Wand somewhere at my house. And what I said today… Sweet things, it was all positive. You see, I truly couldn’t get any better person to portray my lover. You’re just perfect doing your job. I also didn’t mean anything - I swear - anything bad talking about you and I feel like I wouldn’t be enough for you. So that’s why I told that someone like me couldn’t be with someone like you. You’re just much more mesmerising and too good to ever be mine. I’m so sorry about making you feel bad all this time.” He added with a pure sadness in his eyes.

This time I was taken aback.

“Wait, does it mean that-“

“I like you and truly wish we could start all over again. If you want of course. I get it if you don’t feel like being with someone younger.”

“You know that the age doesn’t really matter?”

“So is that a yes?”

“It doesn’t hurt to try though. But don’t you dare calling me “mama”. Like ever again.”

“Of course not. Never.”

Yeah, he was absolutely going to call me that. Seeing his little grin made me realise he’s not the one to trust at all.

To: Bestie 😈

Percy and I got together.

That might piss her off.

From: Bestie 😈

HAVE YOU GONE NUTS!

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A/N: I really am going to shit myself not knowing your opinion 🥲.

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