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mimymomo · 2 years
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In ‘Lucas on the Line,’ Lucas Sinclair experienced countless bouts of racism and micro aggressions including but not limited to:
Had children run away from him and refuse to touch him because they thought his Black skin color would rub off on them. This happened IN THE THIRD GRADE! And he never told his parents about it!
Calmed his anxiety about being the only Black kid in his homeroom class by coming to the realization that since there was no other Black kids that meant he most likely wouldn’t be bombed
Had to install a camera in his locker because his property got defaced by a glitter bomb
Lost his first and only black friend/mentor who supported him thanks to an ACTUAL MAKESHIFT BOMB being installed in his locker that caused a janitor to go to the hospital for 1st/2nd degree burns (and the white boy who did it barely got punished)
Got teased that the only reason he got on the basketball team was because he was Black
Comes to the realization that he might’ve actually only gotten in the team because the coach has a history of recruiting Black boys for the team regardless of their skill level
Gets called an Oreo (for uneducated: white on the inside, black on the outside) by racist bullies. Erica (who apparently has also been called this) sticks up for him and is the only one who understands what the insult means which means Mike and Dustin don’t know/understand the lengths of how deep the racism Lucas experiences in Hawkins on a daily bases
And these aren’t even all of them! These are just examples I had from the top of my head!
And despite all this happening in the book, “fans” have STILL FOUND A WAY to turn this book about Lucas and his struggles as a Black boy in a mostly white suburban town and his deteriorating relationship with Max and make it about Byler!
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The fact that Lucas, one of the only characters of color on this show, can’t have ANYTHING to himself without people using him to push their ships is so aggravating!
He and Erica constantly get shit talked and miss characterized by fans, get excluded/cut out of group shots, and barely get any fanart/fics about them and their struggles compared to the white characters (I could make a whole new post about the terrible way this fandom treats Erica but I won’t do that here). Hell don’t forget that the fandom constantly tries to dispute the racism Lucas received in S2 from Billy was either not really racism, just a moment that Duffer Bros. put in to “ruin” Billy’s character and ultimately can be tossed out and ignored.
The only time I ever see Lucas get any large amount of attention is either due to 1) Lumax (but let’s be honest: 90% of the lumax tag on here isn’t even about them and has now become Elumax 2.0 and most post are people praising ElMax and then being like “oh Lucas/lumax is cute too” in the tags and that’s it). 2) people creating “parallels” of Lumax to their ship of choice (mostly Byler and Mileven) as a way to say that their ship is gonna be canon or 3) to say that he’s bisexual.
And all that is fine and whatever, ship and headcanon things to your hearts content, but if you only care about Lucas if he’s helping push you ship narrative or because you think he’s gay (to the point where some people actually read snippets of the book that talked about Lucas coming to the realization that Black boys like him can be considered attractive and only acknowledge the “queer” reading of the text and completely ignored the big race element that was the main focus), I’m sorry but, that’s not cool. The fact that 95% of the Lucas Sinclair tag isn’t about Lucas himself but white characters like Steve, Eddie, Byler says everything about how the fandom treats him.
I’m just so tired.
Lucas Sinclair deserves the same respect that the white characters get!
I leave you one of my favorite sections of the entire book: Lucas learning to become unabashedly himself:
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Rant over.
Edit: in my blind rage I realized I forgot to edit out the Twitter handle. That’s completely my fault. Please don’t hate that Twitter user. I’m just coming back to fix that.
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melanieph321 · 2 months
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Angsty Idea for Ruben Imagine:
Y/N has been on a girls trip and Ruben promised to pick her up from the airport and spend the day together but he forgot and goes out with the boys. Y/N is hurt and feels like he doesn’t care about her and they get in a big fight but make up at the end !!
This request was great. The people thought it was great. And so here it is, greatness.
Ruben Dias x Reader - The Only Girl In His World
⚠️Warning ⚠️
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Enjoy!
You called your mom as soon as you got into a taxi outside of the airport.
"Y/N, this is the third time!"
But calling her might have been a mistake.
"Mom, Ruben hasn't forgotten to pick me up before."
"No. But last week he forgot to e-mail you the plane tickets for your trip and the week before that he had trouble remembering which country you and your friends were even visiting. It's how it starts honey and you need to put a foot down, or else."
"Or else what?" You frowned, although deep down the truth hurt.
"Or else you'll end up alone in a big house with four kids whilst your husband is running around living his life like some hot shot bachelor."
"Mom, that would never happen. You know Ruben, besides he doesn't even want kids." You defended, just like you had defended Ruben's mistake to your friends, saying he had alot going on and therefore forgot to e-mail you their tickets. "....At least we haven't talked about that yet."
"And you won't need to." She said. "Because he'll forget to pick you up for that meeting too."
"Jupp, okay. I see where this phone call is going mom. I'm hanging up now..." You had already cried at the airport when, after two hours of waiting, you realized that your boyfriend had forgotten about you. Your mother was not about to ruin the make up you had to redo because of that.
"Y/N, I just don't want you to get hurt." She said, more sympathetically.
"Like I said mom. It's Ruben we're talking about. He would never hurt me, ever."
The phone call ended.
Thirty minutes later the taxi pulled up to Ruben's apartment building. You took the elevator up and felt your heartbeat with longing for a hug from the love of your life, however, all you were met with was an empty apartment and no Ruben.
"Baby?"
You went from room to room, switching on the lights just to confirm that "Jupp." Your boyfriend forgot about you, or he simply couldn't care less about you. The worst thing was the realization that today was Ruben's day off, and thst at some point he had been home, and not alone. The Playstation was still plugged into the TV and there were empty bottles of that recovery drink that Ruben loved. However you couldn't imagine he'd ever recover from this, you'd never allow Ruben to make you feel this way again.
"Y/N?"
It was around eleven o'clock at night when you heard keys turn in the lock. Ruben must have sighted your open suitcase in the living room, for he was shouting your name.
"Fuck me." You heard him sigh. "Y/N, are you here?"
"In here!" You shouted from the bedroom. You were on the floor emptying drawers of all of your things.
"Oh my god, Y/N. I'm so sorry baby, so fucking sorry." Ruben appeared in the door frame, a pale look on his face, knowing damn well that he fucked up by forgetting to pick you up at the airport.
"I swear you said Sunday." He said, which was not an excuse, you thought. Why hadn't he checked with you if he was so unsure? A quick text message would have sufficed.
"No Ruben." You mumbled. "I specifically told you four o'clock, Saturday."
He slapped a hand over his face and sighed. "Fuck, I must have mixed up the dates."
"Of course you did."
"So...how did you get home?" He asked, the question so dumb that you wanted to slap that stupid look of innocence that he wore on his face.
"I took a taxi Ruben. Another will be here in a minute to pick me up."
He frowned "Why?"
You stood, a pile of folded clothes in your hands. "I'm leaving you Ruben. I'm tired of feeling like I'm always second best to you. So I'm prioritizing myself by leaving...you."
"What?" He blurred out. "W...what do you mean?"
You pushed past him as he stood in the door, once in the living room you dumped your folded clothes into your already packed suitcase.
"Baby, what do you mean your leaving me?" Ruben was close behind you, demanding answers. Why he was upset you  couldn't  even fathom. "Is this you breaking up with me or something, and for what, because I forgot to pick you up from a fucking airport?"
"And you forgot to send me my plane tickets! And you forgot which fucking country I was even in!" You shouted, with tears trailing down your face . "Did you even notice that I was gone Ruben? Did you even care that I was gone?"
"Baby?" He looked confused, confused as to why you were shouting and crying. "Why would you even ask me that? Of course I cared that you were gone. That's why I've had Bernardo come over here and play FIFA with me everyday since you left. "I...I don't know what has made you come to this conclusion about me...about us?" He looked to the suitcase on the floor with terror in his eyes. "Please, let's just talk about this first before you decide to do anything neither of us want.
You hated that he made you feel like the dramatic one, however he was right, the two of you should talk things out before you did anything that might be irreversible in the end.
"I don't wanna talk." You muttered.
"No?" Ruben looked on the verge of something, something he wouldn't recover from. "W...what do you want then?"
"I want to feel loved."
"Fuck." He sighed, rushing to cup your face in his hands. He lifted your head, bending down, kissing you. "Of course I love you. Your the only girl for me." He kissed you again, harder.
"Prove it." You said, pulling away from him.
"What?" He looked confused, so confused and afraid, afraid of losing you.
"Prove that you love me and only me"
"Y/N, how would I even do that?"
Your eyes looked him up and down, indicating nothing more than what you needed right now. "Fuck me."
Ruben's brows lifted.
You smiled. "Fuck me like I'm the only girl in the world."
Nothing more was said. Ruben didn't even let you leave the living room before your clothes came off. He had your legs spread wide with his cock thrusting in and out deep in side if you. He fucked you right there and then, on the living room couch, like you were the only girl in his world.
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okaylikesmomo · 8 months
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Birthday Part 2: Rooftop
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With a passed out Chaeyoung in your arms, you carefully opened the door to their apartment. After the first step in, you were greeted by Tzuyu who was walking around all dressed up, as if she had just arrived home.
“Oh! H-Happy birthday!” she stammered, blushing profusely.
“Thanks Tzuyu,” you replied with a smile as you put Chaeyoung down on their couch, remembering Tzuyu’s feelings towards being carried. As you turned back, your heart sank as you saw her expectant expression. “Oh, umm, thank you for the gift.”
“You didn’t open it, did you?” she asked, immediately figuring it out.
“Not yet…” you muttered, embarrassed by your thoughtlessness.
A weak smile to hide her pain and a subtle nod is all she gave you before turning away and avoiding eye contact. Before either of you could say more, Dahyun entered the living room.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” she screamed while running at you and jumping into your arms.
Over her shoulder, you saw Tzuyu walk to her room and close the door behind her. You felt terrible, but you decided to suck it up to avoid ruining your plans with Dahyun.
“I’m so excited for this,” you said while squeezing the soft girl in your arms.
She hopped down and looked up at you with the brightest of bright smiles. “I made you something!” she squealed while handing you a little container.
“Oh? What’s this?” you asked while opening the lid to find a bunch of chocolate.
“Completely from scratch!” she said proudly as you took out one of the pieces of chocolate. “I even started with the cacao beans."
“Wow Dahyun I am impressed, this tastes really good.”
“Does it?” she asked with a slight pout of her lips. “I haven’t actually tried a piece myself, I was too nervous.”
“Here,” you held out a little piece for her which she accepted directly into her mouth before her eyes shot open.
“Wait, it’s actually not bad.”
“That’s what I just said,” you laughed while taking another bite. “So, where are you taking me for lunch?”
“It’s a secret!” Dahyun said happily before grabbing a bag from the kitchen counter. She walked back over to you and held her hand out for you to take. With her little fingers interlocked with yours, the two of you walked out of the apartment towards the elevators.
“What’s in the bag?”
She pressed the button for up before smiling at you again. “I spent the morning making kimbap,” she answered. “That and the chocolate. Oh, and remind me to send you home with some extra for Sana.”
“Will do,” you replied as the two of you walked into the elevator. It did sting just a tiny bit knowing Sana still hadn’t even sent you a text or anything. Maybe she forgot? You ignored it, figuring it wasn’t that big of a deal, before turning your attention back to Dahyun. “By the way, you hit the wrong button dummy.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You did, you pressed the button for up.”
“I know.”
Confused, you watched as she entered the elevator and then pressed the button for the top floor. When the elevator arrived, she held her hand out again and guided you down the hallway.
“Dahyun are we even supposed to be here?” you asked as she opened what looked like a maintenance door.
“It’s fine, I’ve done this before.”
“What exactly is this?”
“Come see for yourself,” she teased while opening another door.
As you followed her, it almost felt like you suddenly entered a new world. It was gorgeous. The door opened up directly to the roof where you could clearly see the Han River below. People were walking around, going about their daily business, like little ants scurrying for food.
“Dahyun…” you muttered, at a loss for words as you overlooked the view. “How’d you find this place?”
“I was exploring the building one day when I found it,” she explained. “I love living with Chae and Tzuyu, but sometimes I just like being completely alone. I would often come up here to be alone with my thoughts.”
“This feels like something straight out of a movie.”
“I guess it is a bit cliché,” she laughed while reaching into the bag and pulling out a blanket to sit on. “Regardless, I wanted to share my little special spot with you.”
“Thank you, Dahyun, this really does mean a lot to me,” you said while taking a seat next to the smiling girl. You kissed her on the cheek gently before helping her unpack the bag, noticing a subtle blush on her cheeks as you took out her homemade kimbap.
“Art museum?” Dahyun asked.
The two of you looked at each other before speaking at the same time.
“Chaeyoung.”
“Yeah that one was easy,” Dahyun sighed while laying down onto your lap. “What about something athletic, some sort of sport?”
“Well, I already have to workout with you girls all the time,” you said while resting your hand on her stomach. “Momo makes me go to the gym with her, Nayeon makes me do pilates with her, but I think golfing with Jihyo would be pretty fun.”
“You’re into golfing? Since when?”
“Not at all,” you answered with a smile, “but I’d go to the range with her. You girls look so damn cute in those Pearly Gates outfits.”
Dahyun started to laugh while you checked your phone.
“You know, we’ve been up here for almost three hours.”
“Has it really been that long?” Dahyun giggled. “Alright last one. Which member would you take to an amusement park?”
“Ah, and I’m still not allowed to pick you, right?”
“Stop trying to pick me,” Dahyun chuckled. “The whole point is that I want to hear which other member you would take.”
“Hmm, in that case,” you contemplated while lightly stroking Dahyun’s hair. “Momo.”
“Momo?” she gasped with her eyebrows furrowed. “I agree she’s pretty and all, but I don’t get that one. She’s terrified of rides.”
“I know, but I think it would be fun forcing her to go on them with me,” you explained while stifling a little laugh. “Also, she’d be down to try every single piece of food we could find.”
“Ah, okay that makes more sense,” Dahyun agreed. “It would be pretty funny seeing Mina all scared, too.”
“You’re one to talk by the way! You’d be just as scared as those two,” you chuckled while giving her cheek a playful poke on the cheek.
“No I wouldn’t,” she protested with a pout before her demeanor cracked and she started giggling, knowing that you were right.
“Alright how about I ask you which member you’d take out,” you suggested.
“I’m going on dates with Twice members?”
“It doesn’t have to be romantic, I meant more for fun,” you explained. “Unless you want it to be romantic.”
She gave you a strange look before nodding, “what did you have in mind.”
“Who would you take to a candlelit dinner?”
“Yah, what kind of friends go to a candlelit dinner?” she huffed, crossing her arms. “Give me a real suggestion.”
“Fine,” you laughed. “Who would you go on a trip abroad with?”
“Whoa, that’s…” she paused, pondering the question. “I think I’d pick Nayeon.”
“Oh? I’m not surprised, but why her?”
“I feel like she’d be fun to go with,” Dahyun answered. “I watched her whole Hawaii vlog, and I couldn’t stop wishing that I was there.”
“That’s so sweet of you.”
“I don’t really know how to explain it, but I feel safe around Nayeon.”
“Well, I think it makes sense,” you explained. “People might not notice it, but Nayeon really is always looking out for you guys.”
“I guess you’re right,” Dahyun said softly. “You know, back in the day I seriously got upset because she would always leave when I would show up on vlive. I made it a bit of a joke, but I was actually upset about it.”
“Oh yeah? This must have been before I joined the team.”
“Yeah, it was, but afterwards in private Nayeon came up to me. I realized after that how much she actually cares for us.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky to be around people like this,” Dahyun added softly.
“All of these date ideas sound pretty fun. What about you, where do you want to go?” you asked softly while rubbing her arm absentmindedly, staring into the distance as the sun began to set.
“Bold of you to assume I’d want to go on a date with you,” she mocked you while smiling.
“Ah good point, alright well then pretend for a second that you’re going to go on a date with someone else, where are you picking?” you responded while poking her in the ribs.
After pondering the question for a bit, she looked directly up at you again with a tender expression.
“I don’t know, maybe something along the lines of sitting alone on a roof with a guy I like for a few hours.”
Your hand paused while your eyes met with hers. The afternoon had been full of casual flirting and cheesy lines like this, but this one felt more real. It wasn’t clear if she was being facetious.
“Lucky guy,” you said, staring into the distance.
Time seemed to stop for just a moment - a pause, a second alone with your thoughts - then, without warning, Dahyun stood up and walked over to the edge of the rooftop. She began to lean against the parapet, the wind gently blowing her skirt around as she watched the sun setting in front of her. It was a beautiful sight: Dahyun’s gorgeous body eclipsing the sunset, the orange glow surrounding her hourglass frame.
After a short moment of admiration, you stood up and walked behind her. She didn’t react as you wrapped your arms around her from behind, nor did she react when you kissed her cheek. Inch by inch, the sun disappeared over the horizon, leaving the river below shimmering. It was beautiful. The two of you stood there peacefully, enjoying the sight, when suddenly you heard a sniffle.
“Dahyun?”
Still, no response, but she let you turn her around. With her back to the sunset, that amber glow surrounding her pale skin gave her a divine aura, one of true beauty. She had dewy eyes, but her minimal eyeliner remained untouched. Before you could say anything else, she kissed you.
She held her face right in front of yours after it ended, her untouched eyeliner no longer untouched. Behind her, the sun had set, dimming the entire world around you. She reached forward with her hands, grabbing yours and squeezing.
“Alone on a rooftop with a guy I like,” she whispered into your face.
“You sure you wouldn’t go on a date with me?”
Dahyun giggled as a couple of tears slid down her face, letting go of your hands to wipe them away. She was smiling, but you could see through the facade.
“One day maybe,” she mumbled before starting to turn back.
“Dahyun,” you said sternly while grabbing onto her again, refusing to let her turn away.
She bit her lip, not wanting to open up, but your insistent eye contact eventually convinced her.
“It’s just really… I feel like… I’ve just been trying so hard.”
It was your turn to kiss her.
“Dahyun, I notice your effort.”
“Do you really, though?”
There was another pause.
“Am I just not good enough for you?” she asked as her voice cracked, but this time no tears came.
“How could you ever think that?” you responded with a hint of anger, unable to hide your passion for her.
“It just feels like you’re always picking the other girls, am I being crazy?”
Instinctually, you wanted to affirm her belief, you wanted to call her crazy for ever thinking that you didn’t find her good enough. However, you held back and looked from her perspective. She probably understood that your job was difficult, juggling nine girls, but it was probably still not easy to see you with the others.
“You’re not being crazy,” you said carefully. “I’m not perfect, all I can do is my best when it comes to being fair to all nine of you.”
“I know, you’re trying your best,” she sighed heavily. “I’m being selfish again, aren’t I?”
Again, you kissed her, but this time you were more soft and reassuring.
“No, you’re not being too selfish.”
“Then why do I feel this way?” she cried out in pain. “I just can’t shake this feeling.”
“You have worked your butt off for years, all that effort as a trainee, those years of hard work after debut,” you pointed out. “It’s completely reasonable for you to want more. In fact, you deserve more.”
She looked up into your eyes, her self-consciousness palpable.
“Do I?” she whispered.
“Yes,” you muttered, kissing her lips again. “You deserve the whole world, and then some.”
“I don’t want the world.”
“Tell me what you want.”
She bit her lip, unsure what to say. It was on the tip of her tongue, the words just weren���t coming out.
“Be selfish,” you whispered to her. “Forget everything else, be selfish. Tell me what you want.”
More hesitation.
“Forget about my job, just tell me exactly what you want,” you pushed.
She continued to waver, biting her lower lip again while you stared deeply into her eyes. She was nervous, unsure if it was appropriate to speak her mind. It wasn’t until you gave her hand a soft squeeze did she finally speak up.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Then I’m yours.”
“I want you to lust for me.”
“I already do.”
“Show me how much you lust for me,” she added softly before kissing you briefly. “It’s your day, I want you to take what you want.”
“The only thing I want is you,” you mumbled, kissing her lips again while your hands slipped up her skirt.
“Make me feel wanted,” she moaned as you kissed her neck. “Make me feel… special…” (lol)
“You are special,” you grumbled into her neck, kneading her soft ass with your hands.
“Then hurry up and do it. Take me right here. Right now.”
“Right here?”
“Yes,” she moaned as you began toying with the wetness between her legs.
“Right now?”
“Stop teasing!”
With an added roughness, you slipped her underwear off, dropping it down to her ankles. You stared into her eyes. There was doubt, worry, insecurity. She still wasn’t entirely confident in herself, but you weren’t going to let her keep that presumption. You ripped her shirt off, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. Next came her bra as you reached around her back, swiftly undoing the strap and letting it fall to the ground.
She stood there with her bare breasts open to the world, the cool air making her nipples taut and firm. One arm came up across her chest, covering the beautifully shaped curves, and you ignored it temporarily as you crouched down and lowered her skirt to the ground. You took a single step back and admired her body - her bright red face, one arm across her chest, the other covering between her legs which were squeezed tight together.
“That’s not allowed,” you said while grabbing both of her hands, pulling them away so that her nude body was fully displayed. “Don’t look away.”
As she started to look at you, you picked up her right hand and pressed your lips against the back of it, staring back into her eyes. Then, with your eyes now on her body, you kissed her forearm. Then her bicep, her shoulder, the side of her right tit, her hip.
Then you crouched down, pausing face level with the wet part between her legs. Next, you planted a kiss on her thigh, followed by her shin. With a final bend, you kissed the top of her right foot before pausing, shifting over the left foot and kissing the top of it as well.
As you moved up her body from the other side, instead of kissing it, you ran your tongue across her skin. All the way from her shin, up to her chest, her soft body conformed to the pressure of your tongue - a subtle line of wetness left behind. When you got to her left tit, instead of kissing the side, you pressed your lips directly against her nipple - this earned you a gentle moan. Then you kissed her shoulder, while her left arm hung down next to her body.
Slowly, you began to kiss down her left arm, crouching down as you went closer to her hand. With a final kiss on the back of her left hand, you shifted your body over slightly so that you were between her legs.
She looked down at you, as you looked up at her. You’ve never seen Dahyun blush this hard before, that messy eyeliner making her eyes that much more gorgeous. With the sun completely set at this point, the night sky above was shining down on the two of you.
While staring directly into her eyes, you leaned forward and pressed your lips between her legs, finally getting a taste of her ecstasy. As soon as your lips touched the skin, Dahyun let out a long, drawn out breath through her barely-open mouth. As your tongue escaped your lips, finding refuge on Dahyun’s moist folds, she started to moan into the sky.
Licking and sucking, left and right, up and down. Anything you could do to make her moan louder, you did. The taste was driving you insane, an ever-growing sense of lust developing inside you. She wanted you, but you couldn’t get enough of her. Even though you could feast on her wetness all night, it was time to take your prize - to show Dahyun how badly you really wanted her.
“Do you believe me now, when I say I want you?” you whispered while standing up in front of her and lowering your pants. You tossed off your shirt and placed your hands on her ass while she grabbed your shoulders.
She nodded with her face, still bright red, scrunched up in desperation. Despite being unable to vocalize it, she couldn’t wait. She needed you. It wasn’t until you stepped a bit closer and grabbed the back of her thighs did she finally come to terms with what was about to happen - you lifted her up from the legs with her back against the wall.
Her slick pussy was beckoning to you, begging for you, even as you held your cock right up against it you could feel the heat emanating from it. Teasing was not an option right now, not that you could even if you wanted to. You pressed forward, pushing your hips into her body, receiving another one of Dahyun’s painfully sexy moans directly into your ear. You kissed her neck, a final act of tenderness before what was to come.
Moans and gasps became one as you stretched her pussy out. Her body was calling to you in desperation, the wetness and warmth of her inner walls cradled your shaft as you pushed to the base. Part of you wanted to just go at it, have your way with her pussy, but your body had other plans. Slowly, methodically, your hips moved back and forth, stretching her pussy to the limit with each thrust.
It was slow, but not gentle. Each pump of your hips had force, making Dahyun recoil against your body. Her soft tits squishing against your chest. Pleasure reverberated through her body with each heavy thrust. She took a sharp breath each time your cock slammed into her, the sound of her audible satisfaction right next to your ear.
She was getting considerably wetter, evident from the puddle forming between your feet. Gently, you spread her ass cheeks a bit with your hands, her soft body easily moving. Now, every time you thrusted into her, even more of her juices sprayed down onto the rooftop.
Finally, her pussy began to convulse around your cock. You didn’t speak up nor slow down, you simply continued jamming your body as deep as it would go into her, using as much force as you could muster while holding her up. She was losing strength in her own grip, her fingers no longer digging into your skin.
As she slowly slid down towards the ground, you fell forward with her, keeping your cock embedded balls deep as her inner walls sent waves of pressure along your shaft. Her moans became muted briefly - she was unable to make sound.
Keeping your cock deep inside her, you slowly moved back and forth just a tiny bit - easing her into extending her orgasm. The warm contractions continued to engulf your cock, you had to slow down just a bit in hopes to delay your own orgasm.
“That was amazing,” she moaned softly, her body completely out of energy in front of you.
“You’re amazing,” you whispered, leaning forward and kissing her mouth. You kissed her mouth a few more times, when a sudden urge hit you like a truck.
After pulling out of her wetness, you stood up in front of her. She looked up at you, her tits bouncing up and down with each breath she took. Stepping over her, your legs on either side of her little body, you grabbed the back of her head.
There was zero resistance, she let you take control of her: she let you use her. Once you leaned forward a bit, she even opened up her mouth wide - it seemed like she was just as excited for you to enter her throat as you were.
Slowly, you inched forward into her mouth until there was resistance. Then you pushed through, past the barrier. Noises began to emanate from her mouth, her saliva dripped down her chin onto her chest, her legs bent at the knees and came up towards her chest, her hands gripped onto your legs. You paused for a second, staring down at her with her eyes shut tight.
Part of you wanted to stop, part of you wanted to see how far she would let you go. Your uncertainty was erased when she tried to move her head forward - she wanted you to push the limit. You tightened your grip on her head, bunching her hair up with your fingers, and pressed forward until your entire shaft entered her warm mouth. After holding yourself inside her for a few seconds, you swiftly withdrew from her lips, leaving her coughing.
“You alright?” you asked while gently rubbing the back of her head.
She looked up at you with her eyes watering just a tiny bit and nodded, wiping the shiny mess off her chin with the back of her hand.
“Please keep going,” she whispered to you.
The way she spoke made her sound so desperate. Begging, yearning for your attention. She didn’t care how tough it was, she only cared that you were focused on her. In a strange way, seeing how badly she wanted you made you lust for her even more - it seemed her plan was working.
Hurting her was not your goal, it was the last thing you wanted to do. So as you stepped up in front of her face again, you were gentle. Lovingly, you slipped into her mouth again. Despite knowing she was fine with you grabbing her head and ruthlessly throat-fucking her, you took far more care.
Immediately, her warmth brought you back to that state of pleasure. There was no urge to push past her limit, but you did make sure to get there each time your hips moved. You wanted her to know that she was appreciated while still making her feel safe.
With your hands on the ledge, holding yourself up, you looked out into the night and continued pumping your hips. The warmth of her mouth felt unbelievably amazing on your cock, especially in the cool night. Her mouth was comforting, a place you didn’t want to leave. You kept your hips moving, not jamming yourself into her throat, but pushing her to take a good majority of your length each time.
Slowly, sensually, you took pleasure in her mouth. She was, involuntarily or not, allowing her saliva to make a mess all over your cock. Her wetness left a hefty layer along your length, making it incredibly easy to pump into her soft lips.
The pressure was building up, and you could feel yourself getting close. It was becoming difficult to maintain your slow and steady pace. There was a desire in you to unleash, to thrust your cock as deep into Dahyun’s little throat as you could.
After pushing yourself back slightly with your arms, you looked down at the pale girl. She was so diligent, never once complaining about having her mouth invaded. She took it well - like a professional. You placed one hand on her head again, and pressed deep into her throat one last time before slowly pulling out of her lips.
“Keep going if you want to,” she gasped for air while looking up at you, her chin completely drenched in saliva. She reached up with one hand and wrapped her small fingers around your cock, slowly stroking. “Cum in my throat, on my face, do whatever you want with me.”
“You’re already giving me everything I could ever want,” you replied warmly while leaning down to grab her hands and lifting her up. You turned her around so that she could also see the river below being illuminated by the lights of the night. “Bend over,” you commanded the petite girl as she leaned against the barricade.
As she moved her hips back, your throbbing manhood naturally pressed up towards the sky. You pushed down, sliding your shaft between her ass cheeks. You slid up and down between her cheeks, enjoying the soft cushioning of her ass around your cock.
With one hand pushing down on your shaft, you slipped into her pussy again. Her lips spread with little resistance, a gentle moan escaping her lips as you pushed in. You wrapped your arms around her body, grabbing her tits as your hips started thrusting.
She kept her mouth open, softly moaning into the night each time you pressed against her backside. Just like you were with her mouth earlier, you were careful with her pussy. It wasn’t soft, but you weren’t willing to risk hurting her - she was too precious.
After fucking her from behind for a bit, her incessant moans filling the air, you took one step back. Your hands slid down her body and pulled her back from her hips, bending her over even more. She was so wet, that puddle between your feet from earlier was gigantic at this point.
It was time to finish, your cock was basically begging for it now. You placed your hands on top of hers, holding the barricade alongside her, and pushed your cock into her one more time. While your hips chased that not-so-distant climax, you bent over her back and started kissing her spine.
The slightly salty taste of her back filled your mouth as you neared your orgasm. Your hands squeezed hers gently, and her moans turned into gentle squeals. That warm pussy was driving you insane. Just as you were about to cum, you wrapped your arms around her core for support, holding yourself up with her body.
“Dahyun, fuck,” you cried into her back as your cock began to erupt inside her warm cavern.
Pump after pump you shot your load into her. Like the perfect girl she was, she held herself up, allowing her pussy to become a pocket for you to deposit your load into. The strength in your legs was disappearing, and this time you were the one sliding down to the ground while Dahyun followed.
After falling to the ground, you rolled over onto your back, staring up at the sky and heaving for air. With the little strength you had left, you turned your head to see Dahyun squatting next to you, a stream of white goo dripping out of her and adding to the messy puddle from earlier.
She then straddled your body, kissing you briefly, before rolling over to your other side where the ground was less soaked in your aftermath.
“It can be difficult, you know?”
“What is?” you asked, trying to control your panting.
“Seeing you with the others, I know that it’s your job, but it can still be difficult,” she sighed, holding her knees up to her chest.
After sitting up with your back against the barrier and snuggling up closer to her, you wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I know, and I’m sorry things have to be this way,” you said softly. You silently vowed to give Dahyun some extra attention, cherishing what this girl meant to you. “Was that as good for you as it was for me, though?”
“It was,” she whispered, moving closer to you. Her body was shivering. “Thank you for looking out for me.”
“Always, I’ll always be looking out for you,” you replied, trying to transfer your body heat to her with your hug. “Never forget that.”
“I won’t,” she whispered softly, her teeth clattering. “Do you think there would ever be a world where we could start dating?”
“Of course, if it was announced that Dahyun from Twice wanted to start dating there would be a massive line,” you said softly while crawling forward and grabbing the blanket from earlier. “And I would be at the front of that line,” you added, wrapping the blanket around her.
“What if it was just Dahyun,” she asked quietly.
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Do you mean…”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I’m worried, what if the others don’t?”
“We both know I’m not allowed to tell you about the others,” you answered solemnly. “I can only discuss what you’re going to decide.”
“I’ve already agreed to renew,” she said softly, squeezing your body under the blanket. “My only worry is if the others don’t. Without them, there is no Twice.”
“When I said I’ll always be looking out for you, I stand by that,” you said while squeezing her back. “Even if the nine of you decide to move on, I’ll be here for you.”
“That’s more comforting than you could ever know,” she yawned, the fatigue of her efforts today finally hitting. “But I’m not ready to move on, not yet.”
“Then, before you move on, maybe we need to explore this idea of us dating,” you suggested.
“I don’t know if that’s fair to Sana,” she said shyly. “The two of you aren’t exactly a secret.”
“Hey, I assure you Sana is fine with it if you are,” you responded. “Are you?”
“I think I’d be open to trying,” she said, her cheeks turning bright pink.
“In that case, let’s get you inside before you hurt yourself,” you chuckled. “It’s freezing up here.”
“It wasn’t so bad while you were fucking me,” she giggled.
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A/N:
What can I say, I'm a Dahyun simp. Honestly this Birthday series was initially only going to be two chapters, but it's looking more like it'll be four. Le Sserafim... soon... sorry to keep everyone waiting! For Twice, there is soooooo much to come. After Birthday is done, I'd expect two cameo chapters and then MiSaMo focus!
As always, I am loving all the support from my readers! I can't believe how many people genuinely enjoy my writing. Someone even said I'm their favorite author... love you guys!
I do want to ask one thing. Of course follows/likes/whatever are cool, but I'd really love to hear feedback! I honestly care about feedback through comments, DMs, whatever, way more! Not only does it make me happy to hear what people think, it also helps me with my future plans.
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Kaiju Week in Review (November 26-December 2, 2023)
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I wasn't over the moon when Toho announced that Takashi Yamazaki's Blockbuster Monster Movie was in fact the next Godzilla film. I had seen a few of his works—none bad, but none spectacular either. Well, I've set my sights on watching the rest in the new year, because Godzilla Minus One is an unqualified masterpiece. A tagline from the original Godzilla, King of the Monsters! comes to mind (as it often does when you're me): "Mightiest melodrama of them all!" A lot of the post-Showa films suffer from an abundance of characters who just spout exposition and look at monitors; here, almost everyone in the small cast gets at least one close encounter with Godzilla, and the monster's backstory is conveyed with extreme efficiency. This tale of a war veteran trying to rebuild his life in the ruins of Tokyo, stumbling into a family, finding fulfillment in blowing up leftover mines, and haunted by what he perceives as his cowardice in combat, would have been plenty compelling without Godzilla.
Since it does have Godzilla, it's high on my list of the best movies of the year, and I only need one viewing to call it one of the best installments in the almost-70-year-old series. Yamazaki patiently waited some 15 years after Always: Sunset on Third Street 2 for his shot at a Godzilla feature. You certainly get the sense, watching one of the most brutal, pissed-off incarnations of the monster ever to grace the screen, that he spent every day of it in preparation. Watch it often while it's still in theaters, and watch it big.
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Godzilla Minus One will gross about $10 million in its U.S. opening "weekend", a third-place finish that beat expectations. For context, Godzilla 2000, the last Toho Godzilla film to receive a wide release here, made about $10 million during its entire theatrical run here. Ticket prices were cheaper then, of course, and Minus One was helped along further by almost half of attendees going to premium-format screenings. Conversely, it had to overcome Americans' subtitle phobia, and the first weekend of December is usually a slow one. I was pessimistic at the outset, but now I expect larger theaters to carry the film into the new year, especially with near-universal raves from critics and audiences.
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Yes, a third section for Godzilla Minus One; it's well-deserved, I promise. MyKaiju is risking life and limb by hosting an English translation of the film's novelization, written by Takashi Yamazaki himself. It appears to be at least partially machine-translated, but the Japanese text is included for comparison. Haven't read it yet, as I want to see the film a second time first, but quite a breakthrough given how mysterious this sort of thing usually is.
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Monarch: Legacy of Monsters could never hope to compare with the opening of a stellar new Godzilla film; unfortunately, I also thought this week's episode was the weakest so far. It's bookended by Frost-Vark action, but the rest just drags. All's forgiven if the teacher and the hacker smooch though.
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Toho and Legendary used to let each other's live-action Godzilla movies breathe; now the U.S. opening weekend of one is coinciding with the opening marketing push of the other. IGN released a trio of pics from Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire, showing Kong with his axe; Dr. Andrews, Jia, and Trapper (Dan Stevens's character) in uniform; and Godzilla "evolving into a powerful new form." The same article included an interview with director Adam Wingard. Naturally, he didn't give away much... besides the return of Doug.
Earlier in the week, Legendary put out a trio of posters featuring Godzilla, Kong, and the film's antagonist, now christened Skar King. The taglines ("Unite" for our heroes, "Bow to Your King" for SK) sound like kaiju campaign slogans. Makes me wonder if, like Godzilla vs. Megalon before it, the movie will improbably capitalize on the presidential election next year. To steal a joke from Titanollante: Godzilla/Kong unity ticket? They'd have my vote.
Godzilla's new form, meanwhile, has already been spoiled by a T-shirt on Legendary's own site and some dire-looking Playmates figures. It makes sense that Wingard would want to have his own spin on the character after keeping the design from Godzilla: King of the Monsters for Godzilla vs. Kong. Hard to cast judgment without seeing the real design in full, but there's one particular detail I really like.
The film also has a booth at CCXP in Brazil, with a panel later today, so I think a trailer is incoming (the main reason I hammered out this whole post so quickly).
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I missed this one last week: Tsuburaya announced an anime project called Ultraman: DARKNESS HEELS. The DARKNESS HEELS branding has been around for a while, spotlighting prominent evil Ultras—and, of course, Jugglus Juggler. No details on the anime yet, but if the Juggleman's there, so am I.
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The big toy reveal this weekend was Super7's ULTIMATES! MaiGoji figure. Previous Godzilla figures from this line haven't lived up to the official photos, but hope springs eternal. It's $85 (much less than the MonsterArts); preorders started Friday. Other highlights: a Super7 ReAction figure of the original Godzilla's skeleton, which comes with a little Oxygen Destroyer, and a plush Mothra from Surreal Entertainment that can flip to imago form to a neck pillow-shaped larva.
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Making cookies with Chris
This is a Christmas One shot that i had in mind half the month. Enjoy!
Warnings:None just pure fluff! I might start out with some drama but the rest is cute i swear!
Paring: Chris Evans X Girlfriend reader!
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You and Chris were spending Christmas together for the first time this year and his family is coming over so you ask him to help you make a batch of yummy cookies.
You were in the kitchen in this gold and black outfit with cute black heels.
"Hey babe did you find the food coloring?" You ask from the kitchen. Chris walks in. "Found it dodger helped out too"
You look at him pushing a thing of your bangs out of your eyes. "oh great job you two!"
You take the bottle and slightly tip it into the batter and chris smirks and hits the bottle making it spill all over the batter.
You stand there frozen in place. You hear chris says. "opps! sorry babe!" You look at him pressing your lips together and say. "Evans!" You lightly hit his arms getting frosting on his arm. "baby you got my sweater with frosting on it!"
"My god chris!" You wash your hands then say. "this batch is fucking ruined!" You sigh. "And your family is coming over in less than an hour"
Chris smirks. "that's not going to be the only thing ruined." You glare at him. "Unbelievable! Stop thinking with your dick for once" You storm out of the room.
Chris looks at dodger. "what don't give me that-" dodger walks to you. "great my girlfriend and dog are pissed"
You look at chris. "Well yea if you didn't dump a whole fucking thing of green food coloring i wouldn't be mad at you!" You fold your arms with a pout.
"Y/N i said sorry!" You sigh. "god i can't be mad at you for this it's dumb i'm sorry chris"
You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist being that he was six feet and you were much shorter than him which you loved that about him most well you liked tall men in general.
Chris kisses your lips softly and you pull away. "forgive me?" he smiles. "Of course babe"
"Now what about the cookies?" Chris looks at the bowl. "Oh! i have an idea" he walks to the bowl and grabs a spoon and mixes it. You walk over and watch him. "Chirssy what are you doing?"
"Give me a sec sugarplum" He grabs a tray and puts the cookie dough on them then puts them in the oven. "Cookies that are bright colored will be a big hit"
You smile nodding. "if you say so" Chris glances at the frosting and then at you and your texting his mom who said they are five minutes out. Chris grabs some frosting and dabs it on your nose. "ops!"
You look at him. "Chris" You giggle and put some on his face with a louder laugh. "got ya!" pretty soon you two are covered in frosting on your faces and someone knocks on the front door.
Chris says. 'Go wash up my love" he kisses your nose licking some of the frosting off of it.
You giggle. "okay" Chris pulls the cookies out and the person knocks again and scott yells. "Chris!! are you guys busy!?"
Chris walks to the door and opens it saying. "Man i'm here i'm here sorry was making cookies with y/n, come in."
His family walks in with cookies and gifts. You walk into the living room. "Hey everyone" Lisa smiles. 'hello y/n oh my gosh your pretty shirt looks like you went through a snow blower"
You smile looking at your shirt. "Oh it's flour all good" You wipe off the dust and chris says. "we had some fun while baking" He winks at you making you blush. "yup the cookies are done too right chris?" He nods. "yes they are done they are just cooling"
Scott walks to you and hugs you saying in your ear. "I can guess the kid of fun you two had" You pull away with a smile. "Shh" he nods. "Oh won't tell a soul"
At the end of the night you and chris say goodbye to his family and cuddle on the couch, Dodger jumps into chris's lap making him go. 'jezz dodge" You giggle looking at chris and dodger. "he wants some cuddles too!" Chris kisses your head saying. "i love you sugarplum" You smile. "i love you too frosting man!"
Chris laughs. "when we get married and have kids you will not let this down uh?" You smile. "nope they will know just how their dad is with mom when they were dating" Chris leans his head on yours. "wouldn't want this Christmas any other way then"
A/n thanks for reading this sweet little one shot reblogs and comments help me out big time! Merry Christmas everyone.
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Hero and the infant part four
Read part one here
TW: suicidal ideation, suicidal ideation implied, mentions of suicidal thoughts, borderline depressed Hero, mentions of death, mentions of hopelessness
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And they popped out again on the ground, next to the police and the reinforcements that were called in. Sidekick gasped in a harsh breath and coughed it out again, wheezing. Hero forgot to tell them about the whole deep breath thing before teleporting. Whoops. Hero groaned as someone helped them to their feet and brought them to the back of an open ambulance.
Paramedic was there waiting, glaring at Hero.
Wonderful.
“Ah. Paramedic. You look radiant today,” said Hero as they sat down on the back of the ambulance, nodding their thanks at the Officer that helped them over.
“Are you going to hospital this time?”
“No.”
“Of course not,” Paramedic grouched, nodding at the officer that assisted Hero to step away. “I’ll just wait here while Villain kills you, shall I? Make sure we get you to the morgue straight away.”
“Villain won’t hurt me, Paramedic,” Hero said and then hissed as Paramedic’s gloved fingers pressed down hard on Hero’s broken fingers. “Fuck!”
Paramedic was deadpan as they said: “Yes. They would never hurt you.”
“Can’t you just wrap them up for me and let me go again?”
Paramedic laughed, a short, derisive sound. “Yes. I can just keep patching you up while you for round two and three and twenty.”
Hero sighed, putting their elbow on their knee and pinched the bridge of their nose with their good fingers, head tilted down. So, they didn’t see the concern knitting Paramedic’s eyebrows together as they bandaged the two fingers together. Then bandaged them to Hero’s pinkie for support.
“Did you bang your head?” Paramedic asked and Hero nodded slightly. Their headache exasperated by the movement. “Show me.”
Paramedic’s cool fingers pressed lightly on Hero’s scalp. “Yeah there,” said Hero as Paramedic hit the sore spot. Paramedic pulled their hand back and said: “okay. There’s no blood. Most likely bruising. Just try to not get hit on the head again, okay?”
“Okay,” said Hero standing. Paramedic pushed a packet of pills into Hero’s hand. Hero popped out two and swallowed them dry before handing Paramedic back the foil packet.
“Keep it. You’re gonna need it.”
Hero nodded and slipped into the packet into one of their coat pockets. “Thank you, Paramedic.”
“See you in five.”
“Ah, come on. At least give me ten,” Hero said with their usual big smile, and Paramedic just shook their head.
Sidekick was speaking with Superhero fervidly when Hero strolled over, languid in their pace. They pulled their packet of smokes out and their lighter, lighting the cigarette as they walked. Superhero was the first to notice Hero stopping beside them, blowing smoke in the big shot’s face with a grin.
“Howdy Superhero,” said Hero with a grin, lapping up Superhero’s disgust. Hero nodded at Sidekick in greeting, taking another slow drag.
“Hero, I don’t have time for your shit right now. Why don’t you go crawl under a bar somewhere?”
“I was trying my best, but your delightful new sidekick here came and ruined all my fun. Why is that Superhero?” Hero asked, turning their head to look at Superhero again. “Is it because you’re too chicken shit to face Villain yourself? Maybe you should tell your new Sidekick that so you don’t kill another kid because of your cowardice, hmm?”
Superhero’s glare would have burned a hole through Hero if it got any more intense. Their lips pursed; nose held high. Hero felt sick as they let the smoke out through their nostrils.
“Oops,” Hero said, voice deadpan. “Looks like I just let the cat out the bag, huh?”
“Villain only wants to talk to you. Word is you haven’t been answering their texts.”
“Yeah, that’s a nice excuse—” Hero grumbled to Sidekick, then tilted their head at Superhero. “Listen, are you gonna help me stop them or are you gonna sit down here, safe and sound and send your Sidekick to do your dirty work?”
“This temper tantrum is your doing Hero. Clean up your own mess,” said Superhero squaring up, stepping closer to Hero’s face. Hero didn’t flinch. They didn’t do anything but follow the movement with their eyes, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Hero exhaled the smoke through their nose, and let their voice drop a tone lower. Something cold and vicious behind it.
“Villain’s a villain because of your doing, Superhero. How ‘bout you clean up yours, before you end up killing another—”
Before Hero could finish the sentence, Superhero wrapped a hand around Hero’s throat and drove them backwards until they were pinned against the front of a fire truck.
“Superhero!” Sidekick cried, running over and trying to take Superhero’s hand off Hero’s throat. Hero’s head was aching, but they didn’t let it show, just glared at Superhero. Sidekick stepped between the pair when they failed to remove Superhero’s hold, and Superhero was forced to let go of Hero. “This isn’t the time. Villain’s still up there!”
Hero stepped forward, fixing their long duster and took the last drag from their cigarette, savouring it before flicking the butt to the ground and twisting the ball of their foot on it to stomp it out.
“I’m going then,” said Hero.
“I’ll come with you,” Sidekick said immediately, but Hero shook their head, letting the smoke out through the corners of their lips.
Hero put a hand on Sidekick’s shoulder, and said: “you’re not coming this time.”
“What!”
“Villain doesn’t like you and you’re just something they can leverage against me if they catch you again. You’re staying put,” Hero ignored their protests and turned their attention to Superhero. “Don’t let them follow me unless you want them dead like the last one.”
Superhero’s hard stare melted away with a pop. Then Hero was on the roof again, facing Villain’s back. A metre or two between them. “Sorry for the delay.”
“Not at all, Hero,” Villain purred, turning to face their favourite reckless hero. Dishevelled, bags under their eyes, hands deep in their signature brown trench coat they wore over their black combat trousers and black sweatshirt. Villain couldn’t help but smile. Hero never changed.
Villain’s eyes searched the empty space behind Hero. “Where’s your friend? Haven’t scared them away already, have I?”
Hero shrugged, easy, blasé. “Nah, I put them in timeout. Left them with their babysitter.”
Clever, violet eyes settled on Hero’s. Oh, so alluring and bright at having Hero’s entire undivided attention. “Good. I always preferred when it was just the two of us. Come closer, I won’t bite.”
“No, but you’ll break,” Hero said, holding up their bandaged hand and tilting their head to the side. A soft, fond smile slipping onto their lips. Hero felt an invisible hand slide around their own. Inspecting at first. Gentle, then guiding Hero, pulling them closer to Villain, bridging the gap between them without Villain moving an inch.
Villain raised their own hand, palm facing up. Hero felt a phantom hand in theirs, guiding them gently towards Villain, closing the gap between them. When they were close enough, Villain took Hero’s hand in theirs and began an inspection of their own. Hero watched Villain’s violet eyes scan over the fingers bandaged together, inspecting the wrapping around their palm and wrist then back up again for support.
Violet eyes meeting theirs was the only warning Hero had before Villain pressed down hard on the injury. Hero hissed, yanking their hand back but Villain kept Hero’s hand locked in their iron grip.
“Does it hurt when I do this?” Villain asked with a sly smile, eyes never leaving Hero’s. Taking in every small twinge of pain, every squirming effort to hide said pain from Villain’s prying eyes. Oh, how they loved Hero’s small reactions.
“If you don’t want me to abscond you could just ask me to stay,” Hero told them honestly. Pained eyes meeting Villain’s, pleading for them to let go. Hero raised their other hand and placed it on Villain’s probing wrist. “It doesn’t always need to be pain that clouds my judgement, Villain.”
Villain smiled, a little genuine, before finally letting go. Their hand went to Hero’s cheek instead. Pads of their fingers digging in, gentle, with the smallest amount of pressure, because pain always came with Villain.
It was in Villain’s nature, Hero told themselves, they couldn’t really help it.
“I know,” said Villain, “but I do so love to watch you suffer, dear Hero. You make it into an art form.”
Hero pulled Villain’s hand away from their cheek at that, chest tight. “Perhaps you should witness me in my everyday life then. I suffer eternally.”
“Maybe you should start answering your phone when I call.”
Hero scoffed, turning their body half away from Villain, pulling the box of cigarettes from their pocket. Their hand was shaking after Villain’s inspection so they were happy to block Villain’s view of it with their body. Hero took a cigarette between their teeth, dragging it out before flicking the lid closed. The click of the lighter was reassuring, reliable.
Hero cupped their hand around the flame, a delicate thing to coddle especially on a roof where the wind was raging against their hair and their clothes. Hero could control the flame, let it burn enough to light their cigarette or they could smother it, the only thing they could control right now. They flicked the old zippo lighter closed, looking at the small black engraving on the side.
“You’re not special, I don’t answer anyone anymore. I put the stupid thing on silent. It kept incessantly buzzing,” Hero grumbled, looking over the wall of the roof down to the commotion below. Police lights and emergency services below, the street cordoned off from the public. They couldn’t make out Sidekick and Superhero below, but they could see Paramedic in their uniform and maybe pick out police but other than that it was just busy.
Hero heard Villain moving behind them, walking up to Hero and reaching over their shoulder, plucking the cigarette from Hero's hand. Hero grumbled out a half protest, hearing the flame ignite right by their ear, like a soft gasp of air. Villain slid it back between their fingers again.
“Cheers,” said Hero, flicking the ash off onto the wall. Villain exhaled a couple smoke rings then let the rest of the smoke out through their nose, the smell and smoke entrancing Hero. Hero watched the rings dissipate into the sky, as Villain’s hand stretched around Hero’s torso and pulled them both back away from the dangerous edge of the roof. Away from the prying eyes of back up below. Ensuring Hero’s attention could be focused on Villain completely again.
Hero rubbed their temple with the pad of their thumb, irritated. “All this fucking mess for what? Because I wasn’t answering your every whim? I’m getting too old for this, Villain. As are you.”
“Perhaps I should kill you and be done with it then,” said Villain, tightening their hold on Hero, tone cool and cutting. Hero couldn’t deny the chill that ran down their spine at the easy threat.
Villain could just throw them off the rooftop. Granted, it wouldn’t kill them, Hero had learned to quiet the panic when it came to life-or-death situations. Panic they could deal with, pain… well, pain was like Villain; it demanded Hero’s undying attention.
Hero shook their head, slinking out of Villain's hold with ease and popping up to the top of the wall, walking to the edge of the building and standing on the ledge.
“I can’t keep doing this Villain,” Hero repeated, chest tight. Behind them, Villain tilted their head at the Hero, their Hero. “You killed that kid.”
“That kid, was Superhero’s little psychopath. I was doing everyone a favour.”
“You could have saved them, Villain,” Hero said, half turning their body towards Villain, looking down into those violet eyes that used to give them so much comfort. “You could have tried to help them. We were once Superhero’s little psychopaths, no one put a bullet in us.”
“Maybe they should have,” said Villain tightly.
The wind whistled through the area between them on the roof, rustling their clothes and their hair as they let the weight of the words fall over them. Hero held Villain's unflinching eyes and some part of them wanted to scream. In another life, maybe they would be meeting on rooftops for secret midnight rendezvous, or to share a cigarette. The possibility broke Hero's heart, so they buried the thought and looked away from those piercing eyes.
Hero glanced down at all the commotion in the street below. They plunged a hand into their pocket, fist tightening around the cool metal lighter, while their other drew the cigarette to their lips. They nodded as they raised their head to the sky.
“Maybe they should’ve.”
Silence ebbed between them for a moment.
Then: “How are you, Hero?”
Hero laughed at the question. A loud, humourless laugh. It was such an absurd question coming from the Villain who had ruined how many people's day? Worrying about Hero, wanting to know how Hero was.
The worst part was the fact that Villain didn’t sound like Villain when they asked that question. Their voice was softer, quieter, more genuine. It was Hero’s best friend that asked how they were doing, not Villain. Not the scourge of the city, not the name whispered by civilians just in case it summoned the demon to wreck havoc on them.
It was just Villain.
Hero's Villain.
The one they had met in the early days at the Hero academy. The one who created schemes on how best to annoy the Heroes. Always getting them into trouble, always a little too clever for the Professor’s tastes — always questioned them a little too much. The one who took a punch for Hero, and threw a punch for them. The fastest, fiercest friend Hero had ever known. The quiet voice in the night when neither of them could sleep asking if Hero was still awake. The rebellious teenager who somehow managed to drag Hero into everything with them. The quickest study of them all, and it still wasn’t enough.
It was hard to distinguish Hero's friend from Villain these days, the waters were too muddled with Superhero's Sidekick's murder still fresh in their mind.
It tarred any fondness Hero harboured for Villain.
“I’m tired, Vil,” said Hero, their words clogging their throat and coming out thick. “I’m tired of this. I’m tired of being a Hero. I’m tired of drinking and smoking to keep my head clear and my hands steady. I’m tired of not being able to save everyone. I’m tired that I am the one that is called to your every public beck and call. I’m fucking tired of it all.”
“Maybe if you just picked up the phone, I wouldn’t have to resort to these extreme measures to see you,” Villain snapped.
Hero whirled on their heel, eyes ablaze, cigarette dangling from their lips, feet balanced precariously on the ledge. Villain’s body twitched as if they wanted to step forward, something like protectiveness winding their body on instinct, that Hero refused to notice.
“You know where I live,” said Hero through gritted teeth. “You know where to find me. Don’t you try and justify your actions by blaming me! Don’t you dare!”
“Hero—”
“He was seventeen!” Hero cried, throwing their arm wide just to do something. Fury and guilt were battling for dominance in Hero's bones and blood and left them with this frantic, frenzied energy. Hero's hand went to their cigarette, a shadow crossing their face and molding their features into a stoic expression, hard stare almost startling Villain as Hero took a long drag and then stepped back off the ledge.
Villain's hand shot out and Hero drew the cigarette from between their teeth, grinning wildly as they nodded, as if they understood everything all of a sudden. Hero heard screams below that died down quickly when they didn’t fall, but looked as if they were floating on air above the roof.
"You can control life and death, Vil,” said Hero, voice low and rough. They dropped the cigarette onto the invisible platform Villain constructed for their reckless Hero. Hero’s eyes narrowed when they met Villain’s, before they said: “and you let that kid die.”
Hero sucked in a breath through their nose, chest expanding, and that was all Villain saw before Hero disappeared before their eyes.
Hero popped out beside Villain, whistling as they drew back their good fist, sending a devastating right hook to Villain's jaw. Villain's head whipped to the side from impact, and when they righted themselves they turned on their heel, but Hero was gone again.
A whistle behind them and a kick to the back of their knee and Villain fell to one knee, catching themselves on their hand. The second their hand made contact with the ground, Hero's feet were in front of them and there was a swift boot coming for Villain's chest.
Villain didn't have time to react before they were staring at the sky, lying on their back and Hero popped out on top of them again. Their fists bunched into Villain's sweatshirt, pinning them to the ground while a knee straddled each side of Villain's waist, keeping them trapped beneath a particularly lethal Hero.
"I'm here now," Hero hissed, digging their knuckles in painfully to Villain's chest. "What the fuck was so important and pressing that you wanted me here, Vil, hmm? Did you want to kill another kid? Want to make me watch, again? Fucking break a few of my bones instead, hmm?! WHAT IS IT?!"
Villain, to their credit, didn't flinch at Hero's emotional outburst, they just stared up at Hero, trying not to startle them too much. Villain swallowed before they spoke, Hero could feel the motion in their hands and they waited.
"You were MIA, Hero," said Villain softly. Their voice was calm and soothing, as they reached a gentle hand up to wrap around Hero's wrist. The violet melted from Villain's eyes returning them to their normal light brown, trying to show Hero that they were no threat. "No one could contact you, I hadn't — well, other villains said that you weren't yourself. I was worried about you."
Hero's hands began shaking in their hold, their adrenaline slowly leaving them in shock. "You... you were worried about me so you threaten and disrupt a block of offices to get my attention?!"
Villain tried for a smile. "It worked didn't it?"
Hero tightened their grip on Villain and lifted their torso off the ground before slamming them back against the rooftop, leaning in closer and growling: "You were so worried you nearly killed another kid, is that it Villain?”
"I knew you would reach them in time."
“But you knew I wouldn't reach the other one, right?” Hero asked, the words that haunted them the last few weeks spilling from their lips. Villain relaxed in their hold and Hero let out a scoff, sniffing back the tears that wanted to fall as they narrowed their eyes down at Villain. Villain their best friend. "I— I fucking knew it. You knew I wouldn't—”
"Hero, that was different."
"HOW?!" Hero demanded, lifting Villain up again just to make sure that Villain would look them in the eye when they told them. Tears gathered behind Hero's shining eyes, glazing over just waiting for Villain to release the dam.
“He was going to kill you, Hero,” said Villain softly.
Hero shook their head, “no. No, you did it for a reason.”
“You are enough of a reason for me to kill, Hero.”
“I don’t want to be,” Hero said with a strangled whisper, not trusting their voice enough to speak.
“I know,” Villain cooed. Their hand tightened slightly over Hero’s wrist, not painful. Not yet. “But when there is a rabid dog, it is a mercy to put them down.”
“He was Seventeen,” Hero said again, their grip loosening slightly on Villain as they spoke as if the words were Hero's only defence to Villain's honeyed logic.
“And Superhero sent him after us,” Villain told Hero, like it was the most important thing in the world. “If the blood is on anyone's hand it's Superhero's! Superhero sent him after us, Hero, not just me. Me and you, they wanted that kid to kill us. To kill you.”
Hero tightened their grip in Villain's sweatshirt, twisting their fists further and pulling Villain closer. Hero's eyes were dark, hooded, desperate — they scared Villain.
"Maybe you should have let him," said Hero, voice devoid of all emotion. The words hit Villain like a truck and left a heavy lump in their throat. This was exactly what they were scared of. Hero being so beat up about not being able to save the very person who was ordered to kill them. To kill both of them. Villain did the right thing putting the mongrel down, even if Hero was upset now. They won't be in the future, Villain would make sure of it.
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okay so ive seen a couple of your blurbs/one shots in mlbrry trope talking about their fuck in the baltimore dugout, and honnestly, i wanna know the deets 😫😫. is there a one shot on the baltimore dugout anywhere?
So Pretty, It’s Blinding
prompt: a follow up to this one shot, what happens when YN wants to use her redeemable coupon on Harry?
warnings: public sex, smut, minors dni
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Harry was exhausted.
The game went into three innings of overtime, for the majority of which, Harry was on the mound, and the other - he was on base.
During the bottom of the fifth, Harry was bolting from first to second to get a double, and the short stop ‘accidentally’ tripped him.
It resulted in Harry falling onto the dirt hard, with a minor pain shooting up his side, but before he can register it - he’s up on his feet and cussing out the opposing player.
He nearly got kicked from the game but luckily, his teammate stopped him before he could land a hit to the dude’s face.
YN watched from her seat, no babies, they we’re back in New York with Anne and Gemma.
She watched with a bit of humor because her husband that was currently on the field calling the player a ‘cunt’ was just FaceTiming with his babies before the game - cooing at them and telling them how much he loves them.
The coach put him on the bench for an inning to cool down and in that time, their next up pitcher gave up five fucking points - though YN could hear him still shouting curses from the dugout.
“Fuckin’ curveball it. You’re ruining the game that I had us winning, fucker!” To his own teammate.
“Of course, you only fuckin’ sign cheaters!” To the opposing coach.
“I suck? Explain to me why I make more than all of you combined then! Fuckin’ idiots.” To the rival players.
But a few hours earlier, Harry was murmuring softly to Ezra, “Daddy loves you so much. Miss you ever my second I’m away, bubby. You gotta be good f’your nana though, yes?”
They won the game but it wasn’t a win that Harry was satisfied with because he stormed off the field and didn’t shake hands at the end of the game.
YN feels a bit of disappointment ball in her stomach because this is the first time in quite a while they’ve gotten a child-free night and she didn’t want him in a sour mood for it.
She had brought it along and kept it in her purse for this sole reason, a crumbled up piece of paper that read in Harry’s handwriting, ‘one free fucking, redeemable whenever, expiration never’.
Unlike her husband, she held onto her coupon until the timing was absolutely perfect and she saw opportunity when he walked back onto the field after everyone had cleared out and he found his wife perched on the barrier - waiting.
He had taken an extra long shower to calm down and then a long talk with his coaches because he doesn’t reappear for over an hour and a half - YN is sure he had texted her telling her to go back to the hotel because he was hung up but she didn’t bother to check.
And Harry is predictable, since he didn’t get a reply text - he would come back out to the field, just to make sure his wife still wasn’t waiting.
When he steps back out onto the green, his brow furrows grumpily when he spots her still sat, waiting for him to come retrieve her.
“Your phone die or somethin’? Tried texting and calling you to tell you not to wait for me,” Harry huffs as he arrives in front of her, big palms resting on her thighs.
“Mm,” YN hums non-commitally, she could already feel herself soaking through her underwear with the anticipation of what was about to happen - her body knew him inside and out, knew the pleasure he could give her whenever she asked.
Harry reaches his hand out, a bit confused but honestly a little too pissed off still to question her any further on why she waited but she pressed her foot against his thigh to push him back.
“What are you doing, mama? Don’t you want to go back to the hotel?” Harry asks with a slight harsh edge, he was honestly getting annoyed - he wanted to get the fuck out of this stupid stadium.
“Watch your tone, H,” YN chastises lightly before she’s taking his hand and slipping something into the palm of his calloused one.
He is perplexed as he opens his fist and unravels the tiny scrap of paper from a few months ago, eyes quickly flitting over his own writing before his facial expression darkens with realization.
“Fuck,” He grunts, his voice getting at least an octave lower with lust as he yanks her off her bum and says, “C’mon, let’s go to the hotel. Give you want you want. Nice n’ hard.”
“No,” YN tells him haughtily as he tries to interlock their fingers to walk towards the exit of the green, “It said whenever, I didn’t say I want it at the hotel. If I wanted it there, I would have waited to give it to you.”
YN watches him as he finally connects the pieces of the puzzle, his shoulders straightening and he takes a deep inhale, “You want my cock here? At the stadium? Are you just messing with me?”
“Does it feel like I am?” YN bites back, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and bring his hand to her center where through her thin biker shorts, he can feel not only the heat but the delicious wetness.
“Fuckin’ hell. Know just the place to pound into you,” Harry nearly growls as he wastes no time in pulling her along the turf until they’re going down just five steps to get into the dugout.
It’s so fucking hot, how absolutely turned on he is - it’s like he’s feral with how his jaw is clenched and his movements are demanding and rough as he shoves her into the deep corner of it - somewhat shielded from wondering eyes (but not really).
The tips of his fingers dig roughly into the meaty flesh of her hips as he attempts to spin her so her hands are braced on the wooden bench and her ass is presented to him.
YN doesn’t obliges, she gives him a light shove and a warning glare before roughly palming at where he’s completely stiff in his athletic shorts.
“Bab-baby,” He gasps lowly, hips bucking into her hand, trying to create as much friction as possible - he was shameless, he wanted to fuck his wife whenever she would let him, would fuck her in the middle of the field if she asked.
“It’s my coupon to redeem,” She reminds him harshly, plopping down on the bench and spreading her thighs, “Get on your knees.”
Harry’s mouth is open like a fish, eyes wide in disbelief before they dart around to make sure no one is nearby them to see.
“What the fuck has gotten into you, mama? Gonna make me come like a schoolboy in my pants,” Harry shakes his head as he kneels down - his hands moving to roll down the band of her biker shorts and thin underwear.
Not a lot, just enough that her pretty folds are glistening in the light reflected from the field in front of them.
Just enough that he could duck his head and lick a fat stripe at her lower lips and taste the sweetness that was waiting for him.
“My favorite meal, darling,” He groans in pleasure before burying his face between her thighs again, giving her a warning pinch when she tries to wriggle her shorts down more, popping back up, “Cut it out, not getting you naked here. Greedy brat.”
YN grumbles a bit but that quickly dissipated when his front teeth graze her clit, just a tiny spark of pain then followed by him creating a tight, wet suction that soothes the sting.
YN’s hands are knotted into his freshly-washed curls, tugging and bossy but it just has him moaning further into her cunt - no care that they’re in a public space.
With the excitement of it all, it’s only a few more minutes of Harry lapping at her, laying his tongue flat so she can grind against it, and his fingers coming up to tuck into her to stroke at her walls before she’s trembling.
“H, oh my god. It feels so good, s’good,” YN begins to moan much to loudly as her orgasm comes crashing over her and Harry keeps his mouth busy but his hand comes up to smack across her mouth to shut her up.
Harry’s quite sure he’s never been this close to coming without any stimulation - eyes watching as his wife shivers through her pleasure in then corner of a dugout.
He rolls up her bottoms as soon as she’s ridden out the wave, he has no desire for anyone to see her undressed, no matter how hot the sex.
YN’s has a cocky but hazy smile on her lips when Harry removes his hand but it disappears when she hears a loud noise of a machine revving up.
Harry peeks his head around to see, at the far back right in the outfield - one of the employees was doing turf maintaince on a utility cart, among a couple other men out there helping him.
“Perfect timing,” YN giggles as she stands up, legs a bit wobbly.
“You’re right,” Harry smirks, he maneuvers his confused wife until she’s right where he wants her - hands braced on the bench, bum pushed out for him.
“Harry, wha-?”
“You got yours, mama. Don’t be greedy, gonna give me mine now,” Harry rumbles as once again, he only pulls down her shorts enough and then pulls her shirt down as far as possible to cover her up.
It didn’t make it any less sexy but at the end of the day, she’s his wife and mother of his children - not someone who’s just a sex object, he would never want to expose her.
“There’s people on the field, H,” YN hisses as Harry pulls himself out of his shorts, already swollen and begging for his own relief.
“Then you better keep you’re pretty mouth shut so everyone doesn’t hear how good your husband fucks you, huh?” He teases, lips brush her earlobe as he slips his wet tip through her folds, her entrance giving way easily for him.
“Oh-ohh!” She moans, much to loudly, as she clenches her warm, velvet walls on him - nearly suffocating his cock with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“You like that?” Harry laughs meanly, pulling out only to slam back in, admiring the way that her cheeks jiggle with the force, “Love how slutty you are for me.”
“You-you’re the slut,” YN bites back, hands gripping the wood enough to feel like she’s going to get splinters, knuckles white as her knees weaken with sensitivity radiating from her core.
He lets out a delighted, sleazy laugh as he kisses the back of her shoulder, “Of course I am. S’all for you though. Big ole’ baseball star, make the most money in the league, most sought after, and you’re the only one who’s got this cock.”
Then there’s a shuffling sound nearby that has Harry pulling out and nearly ripping his wife’s shorts with how fast he pulls them back up over her cheeks before stuffing himself back in his shorts.
Harry’s yanking her up so she’s not in such a compromising position and tugs her into his chest so that by the time one of the maintenance men steps into their line of sight - it doesn’t giveaway what they where doing.
The janitor looks at Harry with wide, star-struck eyes, nearly dropping his bucket as they meet gazes, the man stutters out, “You-you’re Harry Styles.”
Harry is thankful that his hard on had managed to go down at a reasonably fast rate so that when he turned to the man and detached from the hug, he didn’t look like a perv.
“I am, s’nice to meet you,” Harry smiles genuinely, it’s not this man’s fault that he interrupted something that wasn’t supposed to be happening there.
“I, I usually not allowed t-to ask but my kid-kids would,” The man continues with his hands shaking like he’s just met God himself, reaching down into the bucket to grab a dirty ball, probably from the bull pen.
“Sign it? Not a problem, mate. What are your kids names?” Harry answers for him, stepping forward and waiting patiently for the man to dig out a marker from his pocket.
“Lilianna, Joseph, and Luke.”
The superstar signs the ball with a personalized little message for the children and while he does, the man casually asks, “What are you still doing on the green?”
Harry is so fucking smooth though, doesn’t even blink before responding with a easy lie, “My wedding band fell off and m’wife wasn’t gonna let me in the hotel room unless I found it. Luckily, I did.”
“Well, thank goodness for that. Thank you for this, Mr, Styles,” The man says before waving at YN and disappearing through a door that was just to the right of them.
Harry tries to hide his disappointment, that their spontaneous sex didn’t pan out how they planned, and so he steps over, kissing his wife’s lips, and muttering, “To be continued at the hotel?”
YN gives him a rough pinch to his bicep, “Since when are you the vanilla one?” Basking in enjoyment when his expression because stormy, “You can take me back to the hotel or you could take me to the locker room like the old days.”
Despite how deep the ache from the game is in Harry’s bones, he’s grappling for her hand and pulling her along towards the field exit and to the locker room.
It’s cleared out by now, already cleaned by how the carpet is freshly vacuumed, and all the stalls for the players are empty and wiped down.
“Get fuckin’ naked,” Harry orders loudly, cock easily harden back to full mast because he was that ready for his wife and he was pretty positive no one else would come into the locker room.
“But-“ YN hesitates but it’s interrupted when Harry roughly pulls her Jersey over her head, then her bra, before yanking down her shorts and panties in one go.
“But nothing,” Harry hisses as he undressed himself quickly, fucking in YN’s fist when she wraps her hand around him, “Don’t act like you’re shy now, love. Just let me have y’cunt in a full ass stadium. You’re used to this, remember how many times you came on my cock in the college locker room? Of course, you remember.”
“Harry,” YN giggles, face heating up even though it’s just them in the room.
“What? No need to be embarrassed. S’just me, your husband, yeah?” His voice is like pure sex on its on as his fingers dip between her folds to make sure she’s still drenched, which of course she is.
-
“Harry,” YN squeals quietly, letting her boyfriend manhandle her in the dingy, cramp shower stall in the bathrooms of their college locker room.
“Wha’?” He smiles cheekily, dimple creating a deep crater in his check as he pushes her up against the wall and lifts her leg to give him room.
“You’re insane,” She scolds, voice still low but she allows him to maneuver her into a comfortable position.
“C’mon, baby. Had to wait until I found the love of my life to fuck. Least you could do is spread ‘em and let me fuck you like I mean it,” Harry has no shame in his words as he starts to guide himself into her warm center - there’s a rustle outside and YN’s eyes widen but Harry just shuts the curtain even more and thrusts in.
-
Harry’s press her into a locker but just like before, she pushes him back by his chest, scolding, “You’re always so bossy when we have sex.”
He can’t help it when he lands a hard smack on her ass for her comment but his cock visible twitches when she sits him down on the bench and knees his legs open.
“Baby, baby,” Harry begins to babble excitedly as she straddles him and grips his length to line it up to her, “You gonna ride me? Fuckin’ hell, give me your perfect cunt. How’d did I get so lucky? Fell in love with the hottest woman on this planet.”
YN isn’t gonna lie, her ego is stroked with his reverent praises - he always acts like he’s starving and has been deprived of sex for years when he just got it yesterday.
The horniest of his college years truly never wore off and YN couldn’t say she was happy about it - who wouldn’t want to always feel wanted and beautiful by their partner?
It is also intense when she opens up and lets him in, stretching her walls in the most delicious way - his large, strong hands come to grip the extra plush at her hips to sink her all the way down.
YN’s head falls back, hair cascading down her back, throat exposed as she lets out a loud whine at the feeling and Harry has to try his hardest not to shoot off right there as her tits bounce with her movement.
“Holy fuckin’ shit, mama,” He groans, not embarrassed to admit his thighs are shaking with effort not to come on the spot, squeezing him so fucking good, “You are so pretty it’s blinding. I swear it makes sense why I’m demi, only made for you.”
“Fuck, like that,” YN mewls, nails digging into his shoulders as she exerts all her might in her thighs, burning from the positioning but she’s so close to her second orgasm that it doesn’t matter.
“Need you to come, don’t be selfish now,” Harry grits out, planting his feet flat and beginning to fuck up into her with power that most men couldn’t dream of having.
“I-it’s,” She doesn’t get any other words out because while he’s pounding into her, his teeth come to graze at her sensitive nipples before biting at them with enough still to hurt.
“I said, come on,” It’s now an order, amplified by a forceful smack to her backside, followed by three more consecutively that have pain radiating in every nerve ending but it does the trick when he bullies her into coming.
“Finally,” Harry rumbles proudly, letting go and joining her in release as so as she starts rhythmically clenching around him - he voice echoing through empty room as he unabashedly moans loudly enough that someone surely has had to hear.
YN’s legs ache, she’s not a professional athlete like her husband who can fuck in the most exhausting positions for hours and so, as soon as she comes down from her wave she’s letting her head fall to his now sweaty chest, his chestnut curls matted to his temple.
He was so attractive it hurt.
No only was he her husband but the father of her babies and if she thought about it for too much longer, she’s get turned on all over again.
“That was a nice surprise,” Harry murmurs, more softly now, hands kneading apologetically at her irritated cheeks from where his rings had raised her skin.
“I can be sexy sometimes,” YN chuckles, pushing back into the massage for a moment before swinging her leg off and getting up to gather her closing.
Harry stops her though, grabbing her jaw with light pressure until their eyes meet, “Hey. You’re always sexy. We don’t have to do anything crazy for me to be craving your cunt every second of the day. Whether it’s at a stadium or right before we go to sleep in our bed. Anytime you give it to me, I love it.”
“You’re too good to me,” She mumbles sheepishly, pursing her lips until he leans forward to connect their lips.
They get dressed, ready to go back to hotel and shower, then order room service and cuddle - excited to sleep in tomorrow.
As they walk out, hand and hand, they don’t see the employee around the corner who’s emptying trash cans and pulling out his phone to text his wife.
Pretty sure Harry Styles was just fucking his wife in the locker room
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A night out in Berlin pt.4
"Babe"
Chapter 3 - Chapter 5
Alessandra was glad she got her alarm on when she woke up because she could never wake up on her own especially after a night out and even more when she had sex the night before, she looked over to the other side of the bed and he was there looking so hot even when he was asleep, Alessandra couldn’t believe what happened the night before but she didn’t have enough time to just sit down and daydream about the man sleeping next to her, so she got up put on her clothes getting mentally ready for the walk of shame to her home, it was truly a bad idea wearing a short shear dress in fall but as her best friend likes to say “A bitch never gets cold”. Alessandra took a cab and quickly texted him so Tom wouldn’t think that he was just a night stand or maybe she was the night stand but still it was worth taking the shot and inviting him for lunch, the Italian girl got to her flat around 8 am knowing she had to be at the studio at 8:30, at least it was close to her building.
The class went by as planned but Alessandra was completely sore from the night before, Tom was a big guy but she didn’t know a British man could do all those things, she thought that he was gonna be a fun vanilla man but she was so wrong, she knew she wouldn’t be giving her all and Giuliana was giving her funny looks through the mirror which made the situation more unserious, when the class ended Alessandra reached out for her phone in her bag to see a text from the British boy, and he was talking about his eyes but that message didn’t make sense to her until she realized she had posted a pic of her outfit and a little secret message for him, she loved that he take everything so lightheaded and didn’t make it serious.
Alessandra Di Maggio
well Tommy I know a couple blue eyed boys, so I had to shoot my shot and wait for someone to fall
My British boy (Tom)
Hmm I remember a short Italian girl kissing me outside of the club telling me that her favorite color was the color of my eyes 🤔
Alessandra Di Maggio
Such a hot girl move from that Italian girl
My British boy (Tom)
Yeah, she’s taking me out for lunch today
I need to talk about her riding techniques, I was impressed 
Alessandra Di Maggio
Hold your horses cowboy and reverse cowboy
My British boy (Tom)
That doesn’t make sense but I’ll give it to you😂😂😂
Alessandra Di Maggio
You just ruined the moment with that emoji grandpa
But I’m down if you wanna teach me some new stuff
My British boy (Tom)
You can’t call me grandpa and then ask me to fuck you in new ways
I guess that’s how ipad kids flirt
Alessandra Di Maggio
I can’t please you, you don’t like my cowboy jokes and you don’t like the grandpa jokes
My British boy (Tom)
Baby you please me in every way possible but you’re way too funny sometimes
But that’s okay, we can search for your funny bone tonight 
Alessandra Di Maggio
Maybe we can also search for your hair bald guy
My British boy (Tom)
I know the buzzcut turns you on funny girl
But I rather see you looking out for your clothes tomorrow morning
Alessandra Di Maggio
We will see, don’t be so desperate let me rest 
See you at 2 o’clock outside of your hotel British boy
Alessandra didn’t know how to feel about Tom yet, of course he really knew how to make her scream and she loved that but she didn’t want to get too caught up with him. Time passed by pretty fast to her liking and when she was brought back to reality she was waiting for the tall man outside of his hotel; she saw his figure walking out of the lobby and fuck he knew how to look like the hottest man alive. “Hi funny girl” Tom said hugging the short girl, “Hi daddy” Alessandra said making him laugh so loud.
“I like experimenting but I don’t think the “daddy thing” is something I like” Tom said catching his breathe, “You don’t like any of the nick names I gave you, literally such a boomer” she said trying to sound hurt but she loved to poke fun at him “Would you prefer if I call you tom nice balls?” She tried to be as serious as she could while saying that, to what Tom shrug his shoulders and said “okay nice tits”; the stupid conversation continued until they arrived to the café.
“So Tommy nice balls what’s your movie about” Alessandra said after ordering, “It’s the hunger games prequel” Tom said without wanting to give much detail because he knew he couldn’t so he tried to guide the conversation somewhere else; they talked about Alessandra’s work in the ballet company, she told Tom about the fall-winter schedule and maybe if he was in town he could go and see one show even tough she felt immediate regret because of Tom’s reaction talking about how he didn’t know what his schedule would be and that maybe he wouldn’t make it so he won’t make any promises, the Italian girl knew she wasn’t that important to him but she wanted to at least show him what she did for living. The lunch “date” was everything she could’ve wish for, they ate this croissant sandwich that he had to take some pictures of, they talked so much about life, what their dreams were, Alessandra told him about her plan of applying for the royal ballet in London or the American ballet theater in New York but she still had to finish the current season, at the end of the lunch, while Tom was being over dramatic about something that happened on set she saw how he phone screen lighted up and a text from someone saved as 
“Babe” appeared on the screen.
For the first time in a while Alessandra didn’t know to feel, of course they weren’t something serious not even a situationship but still she felt like a knot was forming in her stomach, saying something wasn’t an option she didn’t had any right to ask him about it so Alessandra decided to act like she didn’t see that and everything was perfect; after paying and walking out of the small café Tom tried to grab her hand but she made the excuse that it was freezing so putting her hands in her pockets were the only option, “so what do you want to do know” Tom said with a face she couldn’t describe, maybe he noticed something was off with her but she didn’t wanted to give it away, “To be honest I’m a little bit tired so if you want we can go back to my place and watch a movie or something, I know I’ll be home alone for the rest of the day” she said in a stupid impulse, he enjoyed his company and at the end she wanted to at least be friendly until she knew more about “Babe”. They walked to her place joking and talking, it felt like they’ve known each other for all their lives and she loved that both had a similar sense of humor, as they enter the small apartment Alessandra hanged her coat and asked tom for his, “Do you wanna watch the hunger games or billy the kid” she said making fun of him “I love that scene in billy the kid were everyone can see your ass” Tom was shocked but wouldn’t back down either “I’m really proud of my ass, I think the light reflected so beautiful on it” he said making the Italian girl laugh so hard she could felt how she was losing her breathe, they ended up watching this cute romcom she was obsessed with call “love,Rosie”, Tom had a lot of opinions bout how the main character was an asshole and they just needed to ask the other about how they felt ever and that made Alessandra think how his exact words were the same situation they were living.”Well I better get going tomorrow is going to be a long day in set” tom said to then kiss the short girl, took his stuff and got out the apartment. 
When Tom was gone Alessandra looked him up on instagram checking his comment section to see if she could found any comment that would lead her to “babe”, she knew that all she was doing was crazy but the curiosity was eating her alive but this was something she needed to do; Alessandra read all the comments on all his post but every women that commented was either a fan or a friend so she started to think that maybe she had read that wrong and maybe it didn’t said babe but she was sure of what she saw.
Tom Blyth posted a story 
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Alessandra Di maggio answered the story 
Oooh you went out with someone to eat croissants 
Tom Blyth 
Yes yes with a cute Italian girl but almost had to grab a high chair for her.
Alessandra Di maggio
You are such a funny guy 🙄
Alessandra decided to post some fun pic of her last couple of weeks also a great bikini pic that went with the aesthetic, specially a pic she took of Tom massaging her feet the night they watched films in her apartment and fuck his hands were HOT, also a pic she took in their night out of him dancing on a table.
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Alessssa REd BabE or something like that
Tomblyth great masseur you got there
   alessssa might book another session for this week
giuli_123 coke add?
  alessssa yes, and?
Username1 hottest girl alive
Username2 live your best life girl
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Tomblyth Dumb blonde out and about 
Username1 from who are those hands hun????
  Usename2 must be Rachel
     Username3 she doesn’t have long hair rn
Hunterschafer your almost a Berlin boy now
 (Tom liked the comment)
Username4 RUE WHEN WAS THIS????
alessssa fav natural blonde
   Tomblyth 100% natural, grow by me
     Username5 babe who’s this
       Username6 private profile??
         Username7 grow up, men can have friends
Joshandrerivera living your best life Tommy boy
    (Tom liked the comment)
Rachezegler that’s some nice red polish
    Username8 right?????
      Username9 those are your hands???
        Username10 MOTHER
After the date they had or well she didn’t know what to called what was that but she had an amazing time with Tom but she couldn’t get out of her head the thought of him having someone else in the States, she knew this wasn’t something serious but she didn’t want to be the other woman, that’s why she decided to text him get the conversation started and ask him about that.
Alessandra Di Maggio
So do you have a girl in every country you work in?
My British Boy (Tom)
That’s not funny Alessandra 🙄
Do you think I’m a fuck boy?
Alessandra Di Maggio 
Don’t call me Alessandra🙄🙄
I’m not judging
My british Boy (Tom)
That’s your name pretty girl
I won’t call you a Alessandra if you won’t call me fuck boy
Alessandra Di Maggio
I promise you I won’t call you a fuck boy
But being serious you don’t have a girl back home?
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[description] Fem Reader x John B x JJ Maybank
[summary] John B “king of the pogues” is the ideal boyfriend and i love him. JJ; the living breathing example of a pogue, he’s desirable but off limits.. or is he?
[cw + tw] 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - lots and lots of smut, alcohol, smoking marijuana, strong language, cheating, angst, self hatred, self degrading talk
[authors note] After watching OBX 3 i’ve been inspired to write. Every male character is beautiful in their own way so why not use that to my advantage and compose delicious smut content? Open to feedback and requests!
THIS IS QUITE LONG BUT WORTH IT
WARNING SMUT AHEAD
Enjoy 🖤
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it’s friday night at the chateau, you and John B are loading beers into the fridge and making space for your friends to sleep when they pass out drunk
John B cracks one open and slumps into the couch, he takes a long sip slurping the bubbles loudly
“i love friday’s” he says with a mischievous grin on his face
“oh yeah, why’s that?” i laugh knowing a stupid remark is about to come from his mouth
“i love them because i get to drink the same amount of beer i drink on a week day but it’s the weekend so its acceptable!” he chuckles to himself
“you’re so dumb” i joke
i grab a beer for myself and walk outside, the warm summer air hugs my skin and i plop myself into a lawn chair
7pm on the dot i hear the ripping of JJ’s dirt bike coming down the pathway, he’s never late for “beer o’clock” as we call it here
Kie and Sarah text me in a group chat:
- “hey y/n we’re just grabbing something to smoke from Rafe and then we’re headed over love you!!!”
- “LOL perfect, love you guys too” i reply
John B comes out of the house with a slam to the screen door “JJ” he barks like a college frat boy throwing an ice cold beer in his direction
without hesitation JJ punches a hole in the side and shot guns his first beer of the night, he crushes the can and tosses it behind him with confidence
he gives me a warm smile and salutes me, i giggle and salute back
John B and i have been dating for a few months, he’s amazing, everything a girl could want
but JJ and i have always had this chemistry that neither of us will admit, everybody says he likes me
it makes nights like these difficult, full of alcohol, and natural flirting
John B and JJ have been best friends forever, i would never do anything to ruin that
in the distance i see the next two pouges waltzing up the driveway, Pope and Cleo
they’re a new couple and totally in love, they’re walking hand in hand and Cleo is skipping swinging Popes arm out of excitement, i get up from my chair and wave
John B starts a fire, Pope grabs chairs for Cleo and i, and JJ takes the last sip of his second beer and lets out a ridiculous burp that makes us all laugh
“thank you,” he says proudly and bows
Kie and Sarah are here now and my heart feels full, i look forward to this every friday, i love my friends with all my being and i would never want to be anywhere else
11 o’clock at night
we all have a good buzz going when Sarah says “let’s play pong!”
i jump out of my seat, i love pong, i’m good at it
“i’m in, teams?” i look at John B who is clearly undressing me with his glazed over eyes, “i’ll watch” he smirks, i can’t help but blush, he makes me feel good about myself
JJ steps in “i’ll play with you y/n” i smile and nod
JJ and I against Sarah and Kie
I instantly sink 2 cups “balls back!” i yell competitively
“ohhhh shit you guys are so fucked,” JJ laughs and points in the girls direction, we sink another ball, now it’s Sarah and Kie’s turn, they both miss and laugh hysterically barely able to stand on their own two feet
JJ and I bend down at the same time to retrieve the balls and collide heads, knocking me on my ass
he stares at me in fear he’s hurt me, i spit out a laugh and he lets out a big sigh and puts out his hand to help me up
just before he pulls me up we stand still hand in hand, staring into each others eyes, a split second felt like an eternity, i shake my head and climb up
1 o’clock in the morning
we’re all back by the fire, Cleo is asleep under Popes sweatshirt, Pope and JJ are smoking a joint, Sarah and Kie made their way inside to John B’s couch where they will crash for the night
John B stands up, giving me a drunk horny smile and signals me to follow him inside
“ew Pope look.. they’re going to have sex!” JJ laughs jokingly, they both crack up from being cross faded and having a childish sense of humor
“wrap it up my guy” Pope instructs John B, then takes a long drag of the joint, i laugh at the two idiots and cover my face with my hands
John B leads me into his room basically walking sideways, he falls straight back onto his bed then props himself on his elbows “come here” he seduces with the sexiest smile
i climb onto his bed and on top of him, he’s laying on his back now while i stare down at him
“i just fucking love you” he slurs, he cups my face in his hands and pulls me down to kiss him, his kisses are sloppy and his breath is rapid
his hands were massaging all over my body at a very rapid pace, like he couldn’t stick it in me fast enough
i sit back up putting all of my weight on his rock solid bulge, he bites his bottom lip and tugs at my shirt “off” he demands
i pull my top off and he unbuckles my bra faster than i could blink, John B looks at my tits the way a dog looks at a medium rare sirloin steak
he sits up to meet my breasts and takes one in his mouth while he holds and massages the other
i run my fingers through his long silky hair and lay my head back as he sucks on my nipples
he pushes forward into me causing me to be on my back now, he pops my nipple out of his mouth and with one swift motion he removes his torn obx shirt and tosses it on the ground
as he comes back down his lips meet mine, he slithers a hand underneath me pulling my hips into his and i left out a soft moan
he trails his lips from my jaw, to the crook in my neck that makes my panties soak, to my nipple, my stomach, then just above my panty line
i buck my hips as an invitation for him to fully undress me and he does with ferocity, he leaves my panties on, i wore his favorite, emerald green with a clover and the words “lucky” embroidered on the front
he quite literally licks his lips at the sight of my soaking wet pussy, he places his thumb on my clit and starts massaging in circles
i inhale sharply and give him my best ‘fuck me’ eyes
John B leans forward and places a delicate kiss on my lips and sucks on my bottom lip as he pulls away
he moves back to my heat and licks the front of my panties top to bottom then kisses around her, she’s throbbing
at this point i’m literally aching for him to be inside of me “please” i beg
with fire in his eyes he pulls my undies down and spreads my legs as far apart as they can go, his tongue immediately making love to my hotspot
“oh fuuuck” i let out as i grip the bed sheets and wildly buck my hips
he pulls his mouth off of me and covers his middle and ring finger with saliva, he slowly pumps his fingers inside of me and continues to circle my clit with his tongue
he hits all the right spots and i can feel the build up “oh my go-“ i’m breathless “please don’t stop”
not another second goes by and my entire body is trembling and convulsing, my eyes glued shut and my mouth hanging open, i’m cumming so hard i can’t even make a sound
John B takes his fingers out of me and sucks all my insides off of himself
he pulls his shorts and boxers down, his cock flies out and smacks his stomach, he gathers spit in his hand to lube himself before he fucks me
“turn around” he says as he helps me get on all fours, i give him my best arch and grab hold of his pillow, doggy style is my favorite
my orgasm is dripping down my legs, he collects it and uses it to prepare my pussy
he slowly pushes into me and i melt underneath him
“fuuuck me” he groans with pure pleasure
im in such a euphoric state i dont care if anybody hears, im letting John B know he’s hitting all the right spots
he grabs both of my ass cheeks and uses them as leverage to fuck me faster
“you - feel - so - fucking - good” i cry out in sync with his thrusts
his force become erratic and sloppy as he’s about to finish “let me cum on your face” he pants
i quickly flip over onto my back and prop myself up on my elbows, i open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue out inviting his orgasm inside of me
he strokes himself twice before unleashing on me, i love watching him cum
my mouth is covered in John B’s babies, he grabs a towel to wipe my face
he cleans the last bit of himself off of my lips, his thumb pulling my mouth open, he kisses me long and hard
John B throws on a pair of pajama pants and dives into bed almost instantly falling asleep, i brace myself to stand up
i put on a pajama set that i keep here, it’s one that’s only meant for John B to see but i have nothing else to wear, i refuse to put my cum soaked shorts and undies back on
i walk to the bathroom with wobbly legs and an aching core
girl code: always pee after sex
i fix my hair and wipe off any mascara that was smudged before i head back outside
i’m not tired yet, i figure i’ll have another beer and sit by the fire a bit longer, i expect everyone to be gone or asleep by now it’s just about 2am
to my surprise JJ is staring into the dwindling fire, smoking a joint, and finishing off another beer
i give him an awkward smile while trying to cover myself, i’m in very tiny shorts and a very tiny spaghetti strap top, lilac purple and lined with lace, again, meant for John B only
his eyes scan my entire body and my cheeks burn red hot, he pulls a chair up next to him and pats it signaling me to sit
i take the offer and we sit in silence both zoning out into the fire, JJ offers me his joint, i take a few hits
the silence is deafening, we both want to speak but neither of us have the right words to say
JJ breaks the silence after a few minutes of awkwardness “soooooo sounds like you and John B were having fun”
oh my god, i don’t want to do this
“mhm.. didn’t think anybody was awake..” i bashfully reply
after slugging the last sip of beer number who knows??? JJ throws the empty can into the fire then puts his head into his hands
“i was awake.. heard the whole thing” he mumbles staring into the fire
this is weird, i have nothing to say, i don’t want to say or do the wrong thing,
i love John B. i love John B. i love John B.
“i’m gonna go to the bathroom and go to bed” i say suggesting he does the same “alright, i gotta use the bathroom too” he replied following me
“boys pee outside” i stated
he gave me a smirk and held up 2 fingers suggesting he doesn’t have to only pee, i roll my eyes and head inside, he follows
it’s so quiet inside my ears start to ring, i open the bathroom door and go to close it behind me when it stops short
i turn around and JJ’s boot is wedged in between, he pushes the door open and holds his finger to my mouth shushing me, he closes the door behind him and locks it in a singular motion
panic. absolute panic. there are five other people in this house. one of them being John B.
my eyes are basically bulging out of my head at this point “i know i know im sorry” JJ whispers “it’s just-“ he pauses
it’s just what? i silently mouth to him
“i can’t listen to him fuck you and not want to do the same” he said through gritted teeth
“JJ we can’t- i cant” i plead
my heart is screaming at the top of its lungs. ABORT MISSION. DO NOT ENGAGE. my cunt is screaming JUMP HIS BONES. LET HIM IN. ALL OF HIM.
JJ runs his hands through his hair and sighs “fuck it”
he aggressively places one hand on my hip and the other holding my jaw turning my head slightly to the side, he sucks the sweet spot on my neck that John B just had this mouth on
my head falls back giving him better access, my hands trail up his arms and into his messy hair, i give it a light tug and he nips my neck
JJ backs me up into the sink and presses his throbbing dick onto my stomach, it’s big
he gets down on his knees, he’s now eye to eye with my heat, he pulls down my pj shorts and discovers no panties, because they’re soaked with my cum on John B’s floor
he salivates at the sight, he looks up at me with those big blue eyes and licks the entire length of my slit, i can’t take my eyes off of him
this is wrong.
JJ stands back up, towering over me, looking down on me
i feel like a whore.
“turn around” he whispers in my ear, i turn and i’m faced with myself in the mirror
i am a whore.
there’s a cocky smile across his face while he stares back at me through the mirror, he slightly bends me over preparing me for his length
he pushes himself into me and i learn quickly he’s bigger than John B
i wince, my pussy is crying for help, with every thrust i feel worse about myself, but not enough to stop him, i want this
he feels so good, he feels so right
the sound of heavy breathing and a slight squeak of the sink fills the air
must. stay. quiet.
JJ slows the motions of his hips, really taking his time inside of me
i drop my head down and use all my strength to hold back the noises i so badly want to make
god, i wish we were elsewhere he deserves to hear me, i want him to know how good he makes me feel
he’s pumping into me at a steady pace not missing a beat, until he abruptly stops
“did you finish?” i whisper with confusion
his large cold hands weave through the back of my hair, he lifts my head by my hair and faces me toward the mirror and our eyes meet
“you’re gonna watch me fuck you” he asserted
he picks up the pace causing his hips to repeatedly clap on my ass, it’s loud
the sink squeaks louder
“JJ-“ i pant
he doesn’t respond, he pulls me toward him so my back is flush with his chest, his arms wrapped around me like a snake, one on my right boob and the other on my throat
his head is right beside mine, we watch each other in the mirror, the sinister look on his face makes my toes curl and my stomach wretch at the same time
his hot shaky breath in my ear nearly sends me over the edge
i put my head back on his shoulder giving into him fully, my body is yours JJ
“are you gonna cum for me?” he whined into my ear
i nodded my head, afraid to open my mouth
one hand still gripping my throat he runs the other hand from my nipple to my clit, he moves his fingers side to side
“fuck JJ” i cry out in a small voice
“look at me” he seethes
our eyes meet in the mirror again and i reach what felt like heaven
the hand that was on my throat is now covering my mouth, JJ let’s go of my clit and wraps the other arm around my torso
he picks up the pace, fast, like a jack rabbit
at this point the noises coming from my mouth are uncontrollable, JJ tries his best to muffle them
my pussy is tingling, numb almost
his head falls forward on to my shoulder, his grunts are almost too loud
he quickly pulls himself out of me and i feel a warmth on my ass
i look at myself in the mirror
whore.
JJ tries to catch his breath while he wipes his orgasm off of me with toilet paper
we get dressed in silence and before he walks out of the bathroom he gloats “it felt a whole lot better than it sounded,” then flashed me an egocentric smile
i wait a few minutes before leaving the bathroom incase anyone woke up
i shuffle across the hall into John Bs bedroom, i crawl into his bed and cover myself
my vagina is swollen and throbbing, another reminder that i’m a whore
staring blankly at the ceiling i start to cry
what did i just do?
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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part eight - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader
Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.
TW: dub con ; slightly nsfw
All she can think about right now is how much of a dumb decision this was. 
Michael disappears with a guy onto the dance floor, leaves her with his two friends who she has nothing in common with. She’s already three shots of tequila in.
No, she doesn’t want to dance, she wants to go home. She sips her drink, leans against the booth, and watches people in shiny clothes writhe under chaotic lights.
Michael’s friends - she forgets their names - get up and go to the bathroom. And now she’s completely alone, sitting in the sticky leather booth, uncomfortable and underdressed and trying to seem very interested in a phone with nothing on it. She pulls up Michael’s number to text him that she’s going to head home, but knowing him he’ll insist on getting her back safe, and then she’ll be ruining his fun. She shuts her screen off and shoves it back into her pocket. 
She looks up to scan the crowd. Her eyes catch on a familiar face glowing in neon lights. Her heart stutters like it’s taking a picture then jumping off a cliff. He’s shaved the scruffy facial hair into a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His black hair is thick silk framing the sharp angles of his face. He sits alone at the bar, dressed in a casual midnight suit, sipping a dark drink out of a crystal glass that looks small in his hand.
He doesn’t notice her, so she stares at him. Long legs, heavy shoulders. The tapered waist of his jacket flows elegantly from his hips. His tie is neat, and not a piece of him is out of place. He is John, but not the one she knows. Not the one handcuffed to the bed and smiling at her. She feels, for sure, that this John is the one who spilled all the blood that day in the prison - this is the grim reaper.
He feels eyes, looks up, and it’s not the person he expects. His nurse immediately averts her gaze, shy. His mouth ticks up. Fortune has smiled upon him. Here she is on a silver platter. He takes the last sip of his bourbon, leaves the glass on the table, and walks over.
He slides into the booth across from her. She looks up.
He greets her using her name. She’s surprised he remembers it.
“Hello, John.”
His fingers itch to grab her chin and make her eyes look at him instead of darting around for an escape route. That is his fault, that she thinks she can run. He should have shut that inclination down the moment he started to admire her.
He is so much different now. Taller than she remembers. Well fed. The suit clings to his biceps. She watches the muscle shift under the fabric while her mouth fills with saliva and her brain screams at her stupidity. She doesn’t bother asking him why he’s in a club looking regal the day after he escaped prison, mostly because she can’t think rational thoughts while he is sitting across from her looking like he is.
“Can I get you a drink?” He asks, his deep voice never failing in making her fingers and toes ache.
“What?” She says. She really can’t hear what he says over the booming music, and she was only half listening to the question while preoccupied with drooling over how fucking good he looks. The alcohol is a big perpetrator for how feral she feels. Here he is, out of handcuffs and free to a good home, and her brain is malfunctioning.
He gets up, sits next to her, pushes into her body and puts his lips close to her ear. She grips the table violently. “Can I get you a drink?”
He smells like a hint of musky cologne mixed with clean shaving soap. The heat and bulk of him intoxicate her more than the alcohol ever could. Everything is sharp and blurry at the same time. She is both too sensitive and too numb for his touch.
He has a lot to say for once, and the irony that he can’t because of the loud music isn’t lost on him.
He talks with his body.
John brushes her hair behind her ear, admires the velvet plush of her face and neck, the plump breasts hidden under her shirt. Every spot that she is soft and pillowy he wants to bite and suck. His cock agrees vehemently with this urge and thickens on his thigh.
She squirms, flustered but terrified.
The Baba Yaga likes both. The Baba Yaga likes her . John likes her, too. Finally something they can agree on.
“Can I?” John presses, mouth so close to her skin she can feel the damp heat of it.
“Wh-“ she clears her throat “-what?”
“Buy you a drink?” He repeats, patient with her because he knows that her body is coming to terms with him invading its’ space.
“Yes.”
“Excuse me, then.” He is gone faster than she can look to see which direction he goes in. She takes this moment to loosen her grip on the table because her fingers have been drained of blood. Now that he’s gone, she can think a bit clearer and the one reasonable thought she has is that this man, while being irresistible, can also easily kill her. She could leave. Walk out. Avoid whatever this is going to turn into, which probably does involve her dead. She’s a witness to what happened in St. Mercy’s - maybe one of only a few left to his DIY blood bath.
She can’t remember specific parts, but she does recall his rough hands on her body, bruising and tearing, screams, and the vivid color of crimson. She remembers dying eyes, the fear in them so real she could feel it for herself.
Before she can decide to run, he’s back. He sets a glass of clear, bubbling liquid in front of her.
She takes a sip before she can really think about what she’s doing. Her brain regrets drinking, but her taste buds do not. The delightful mint flavor mixed with tickling carbonation is delicious. It’s too late now, so she takes another drink.
His liquor is caramel colored with a strong aroma. He holds it in his mouth before he swallows it. She can smell it sweet and bitter on his breath while he talks in her ear like they are good friends.
He plants one heavy arm around the back of the booth, turns his body toward her, and lays his other arm on the table in front of her.
Trapped, she panics. He feels her body tense like a spring, but he doesn’t like that. He wants her soft and pliant. He likes her clinging to him as if he’s the only thing that can keep her stable.
“No,” he chides, “it’s okay. You know who I am.”
That’s the problem, she knows exactly who he is.
Heat radiates from his body onto hers. Sweat pools between her breasts and trickles down her belly. She takes another drink to cool down.
“You are scared of me,” he sighs.
She nods, so easily admitting fear, and he simultaneously hates and loves this. He hates it because she can’t be wholly his while a large part of her is terrified of him. He loves it because in that fear lies the admittance that she is completely engulfed by his presence.
“Oh, honey.” It’s such a strange thing coming from his mouth. She feels like she is being chastised by a teacher rather than cornered in a bar. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Because he’s an honest man, he amends this with, “not in a way that won’t make you feel good.”
She really wants to believe him, but she absolutely doesn’t.
She doesn’t seem to relax at all. In fact, her shoulders get tighter as she leans away from him. Part of it is that her cunt throbs when he tacks on that last part, and it’s so violent and sudden that she’s afraid he can feel it resonate in the air between their hips.
“Please talk to me.”
She looks at his face. He wears big puppy eyes and a soft, sad mouth. That look makes her heart pause in its panicking to ache instead. He is close enough that she can kiss him again.
“I don’t know what to say to you.” Her voice is timid and small. He has to read her lips to pick up what she says. “But.. thank you.. for.. saving me.”
There she is, the selfless heroin here to make sure his feelings aren’t getting hurt.
“The pleasure is all mine.” John rests his fingers on top of her own. It’s meant to soothe, but all she can think of is how long his hands are and how capable they would be of snapping her pinkie in half or reaching places inside her that she can’t find on her own.
She knows Michael’s friends don’t like her, but she wants them back. Her eyes scan the crowd for the two women.
“Why are you so terrified of me?” It’s a manipulative question, and he knows it. He’s had people be terrified of him for less than what she’s seen. But he wants to hear her say it.
She looks at him, incredulously, her expression calling out his bullshit question for what it is. “You killed a lot of people.”
He thinks for a moment, trying to choose the right words to say. “I did it to get us out.”
She can’t argue with this. His explanation makes sense and fits with her memory of that scarlet day.
“Are you going to kill me?” She asks him, shrinking. A flash of blue light catches her eyes and paints them glassy and beautiful.
His response is inappropriate, but he can’t help it. He chuckles, although a bit annoyed he has to repeat himself. “No. I said I won’t hurt you.”
“Then what do you want, John?” Her voice is high and tight.
He wets his lips, deciding to err on the side of simple and candid. “You.”
There are a couple possibilities:
He’s lying to get to her.
He’s telling the truth, which is unlikely. 
He can use her somehow to reach a goal.
Instead of killing her, he’s appeasing her so she won’t tell on him. Which is ridiculous. Who would she tell? The cops? If she hasn’t told them yet she’s definitely not going to. 
Honestly, only one of these options appeal to her, and it’s the one that’s far fetched. A fever fantasy dream. John wants her? That makes her want to scream, tell him to compare the two of them and then look into her face and honestly tell her that he desires her and then expect her to believe him.
He rolls his thumb under the smooth skin below her ear and earns a full bodied shudder. “Let me kiss you. Again.”
Her heart flutters, blushes, squeals, acts like it belongs to a 16-year-old girl in the height of puberty. One thing she does remember - vividly - from the prison riot is him kissing her. Her body yearns for that feeling, teetering on top of the rollercoaster drop, and not sure if it has a choice whether to fall or not.
“Here?” She gestures to the club around them.
“Anywhere,” he says, “take me somewhere. Let me take you somewhere.”
He watches patiently as she fights with herself. He wants her to say yes without persuasion, but the thought of her saying no is the opposite of appealing. It’s so unappealing, in fact, he just might have to drag her out of here anyway if she decides to decline.
To save her the trouble, he helps make the decision. “Yes,” he answers a question she never asked out loud, “if you say no, it will hurt my feelings.”
He knows it’s fucked up, to do that to her. She’s proved that she can’t put her own feelings above someone else’s - even if that someone else is scum - and he knows she won’t turn him down if she thinks it will upset him. But, the other option is to let her go, and that’s not going to happen. He’s a man of goal and focus, after all, and he prefers the easy way when he can get it.
“Where are we going?” She asks, trying not to sound defeated.
He takes the last sip of his bourbon. “Your place.”
“Just let me text my roommate,” she says
“Of course.”
She opens up the text chain that her and Michael share, unsure of what to say. She settles on telling him she’s getting a ride home with an old, good friend.
Is the old friend hot? 😉
She tilts her phone screen so John can’t see what she’s typing.
Yes.
Once she’s satisfied that Michael isn’t going to be concerned, she sticks her phone back into her pocket. “I also have to close my tab.”
He slides her credit card across the table and pushes it under her hand. “It’s on me.” 
She feels her pocket for money. “How much was it? I’ll give you the cash-“
He rests his hand on her own, stilling her search. His hot skin sears her hip. He sounds amused when he talks to her. “I said it’s on me. That means I’m paying for it.”
“Oh. Thank you.” She feels a bit irked that he’s talking to her like she’s dumb, but, then again, she probably is acting really stupid right now, and she can’t be too annoyed with a person that just payed for her drinks.
She tries to wave him away when he offers her his hand to help stand from the booth, but he takes it anyway and pulls her up. She’s unsteady, swaying. Her body has just realized that it’s drunk. He helps her navigate through the crowd, arm wrapped securely around her back. It’s easy for her to start hanging onto him again, almost as if she’s done it a dozen times. He asks her if she has to use the restroom before they leave, reminding her that her bladder was full thirty minutes ago.
He waits outside, leaning on the wall, watching the door, nervous that’s she’s going to try and get away from him. He is so relieved when he sees her come out of the bathroom, he immediately pulls her back against him.
She grips onto his jacket to keep upright, unsurprised by how sturdy he is by now. He can hold her easily while walking them through the chaos of the club. He doesn’t stumble or falter even once as he ensures they both make it out the door. The outside air is cold and bitter, but John is warm. She huddles a bit closer into his side. It’s so strange, having someone that can handle her weight easily - very much something she’s not used to.
He wraps tighter around her, reassuring and solid, happy to provide shelter.
“My house is three blocks away,” she says, and it’s nice to hear her voice clearly. Snowflakes fall onto her pretty skin and melt away.
He shakes his head, pulls keys out of his pocket with the arm that’s not secured around her.
The vehicle he leads her to is old, fancy, sleek. Shiny black-grey and unique compared to the other cars parked along the street.
John leaves her on the sidewalk while he opens the door for her. Carefully, she cuddles into the icy leather seat, bundling her jacket closer around her shoulders.
The inside of his car smells like gas fumes and leather. It’s pleasant, and reminds her of the good parts of her childhood. She remembers loving the smell of burning diesel while taking long car rides with her friend’s families.
He slides in beside her, turns the rumbling engine on, and flips dials on the dash. Cool air blows from the vents. She shivers. He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over her, leaving him in only the silky black dress shirt and tie underneath.
“You’re gonna freeze to death,” she tells him.
“I like the cold,” he argues. “What’s your address?”
He seems to have no problem finding her apartment complex. She’s disappointed that he didn’t take at least one wrong turn because she likes watching him drive - it’s 100% the hands - and she wants to delay her possible death for a little while longer.
She grabs the solid metal handle to open her door, but he stops her.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
“Opening my door.” She doesn’t bother keeping the obstinance out of her tone.
“Let me.”
Reluctantly, and with an eye roll, she releases the handle and lets him open up the car door for her. He reaches for her hand and helps her step out of the vehicle. His arm is around her again before they walk into her building and up the stairs to the second floor. She pulls out the key, but he takes it, unlocks the door, and guides her inside.
Now he’s just being ridiculous while he finds and flips the lights on in her apartment and then pulls out a kitchen chair for her to sit in.
“Are you like one of those ladies shouldn’t have to use their muscles dudes?” She asks, scowling. She tries to say it jokingly but really she’s a bit annoyed that he thinks she’s too weak to open her own doors and pull out her own chair.
He will butt heads with that maverick attitude. “You mean a gentleman?”
“Sure, we’ll go with that.” 
An adjective comes to mind here: Brat.
Despite her protest, she drapes his jacket over the back of the seat and then lets him help her push herself up to the table.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, opening up her fridge.
“No, I’m fine.”
He looks doubtful. “Have you eaten today?”
She laughs. He sounds more like a concerned parent now. “We ate McDonald’s before we went to the club. But if you’re hungry, help yourself to anything. There’s also soda in the mini fridge.” She thumbs to the living room.
He shuts the door of the fridge and takes the seat across from her, eclipsing the little budget friendly and thrifted chair and kitchen table. He looks like an elf in a house meant for dwarfs.
John starts in with asking her about herself. She tells him what’s she’s comfortable with and leaves out the gory details. Most of his inquiries are simple: “how old are you?” “What do you do for fun?” “Where are you from?” 
It gets a little dicey when he asks about her family.
“Uh, I don’t have one,” she tells him, looking down at the table. “I was in foster care for a while then got out as soon as I was 18.”
“No adopted parents?” He asks.
“Some.” She rubs her cheek where her bruise is all gone now. “A lot. Never any that I stayed with.”
He hums, rubbing his fingers over the grooves in her table and wishing it was her palm. “Are you lonely?”
She stiffens, looks up at him. “Sometimes, yes.”
“Friends?” He asks.
“Michael,” she says, “the roommate you told me to adopt. Really, thank you for that.”
He smiles. “I’m glad I could help.”
“Your turn,” she says, tilting her chin at him. 
He opens his arms up. “Ask away.”
She does not ask him what he expects her too. She wants to know his favorite color, favorite animal, his birthday, why everyone likes him so much.
He grins at the last question. “I guess I’ve just learned from experience how to charm people. Much like yourself.”
She snorts. “Yeah, okay.”
“You’re very kind. Brave.” He looks sincere while he elaborates this.
She tries not to be overcome with embarrassment and flattery while waving him off with a scoff. Him telling her that, whether he means it or not, makes her confidence turn from shriveled to swollen and leaking and she needs to displace some of the feeling before she gets addicted to it.
His eyes narrow at her inability to take the compliment.
She changes the subject, nervous. “Where’d you get that nice suit?”
He raises his eyebrows, allowing the deflection, but counting it as strike 2. “It’s custom made by a friend.”
Her eyes widen. “Fancy.”
“Something like that.”
“Can I guess your favorite drink?” She grins.
“Go for it.” He sounds amused.
“Scotch.”
“Close. Bourbon.”
“Damnit!” She cries. “Should have gone with my first guess.”
He makes a face at her that says ‘ yeah, sure.’
“So, you’re Russian, you have custom made suits, you are… good at fighting. You’re like.. James Bond?”
His smile wriggles into a grin. “If that’s what you want.”
She shrugs. “I’m more of an Indiana Jones gal’, to be honest.” Her grin matches his own.
He hums. “I can work with that.”
She raises an eyebrow, lips pursing as she rubs her hands together in uneasy gesture. 
“Do you still think I’m going to kill you?” He’s nothing if not blunt.
She thinks about it for a minute. “Honestly? A little bit. Can you blame me?”
“No, but why am I in your apartment if you think that?” He asks.
“I’ve come to terms with my death,” she shrugs.
“Have you?” He muses.
“Yes, we all die. I’m a nurse, I know that. If I die, I die.” Really, she’s terrified of that unknown darkness that waits after her heart stops, but she doesn’t want to seem like a pussy in front of him.
Also, she’s grown more comfortable with him now that they’ve been talking again. It’s like he’s John in the infirmary bed sans handcuffs. Just like at the prison, she doesn’t want to be afraid of him, even though he’s scary.
“How do I convince you I don’t want to kill you?” He asks, face serious.
“I don’t know.” She gives him an apologetic look.   
He sucks his teeth. She watches his mouth and jaw move. Her lower body reminds her that it likes him, too, and is not afraid of him at all.
“Then I’ll just have to use trial and error,” he reasons.
She wonders what he means, but doesn’t have to be confused for very long.
He pushes his chair back, leans himself at an angle, and pats one thigh, motioning for her. “We can start with the kiss.”
Her heart pulls at her nerve endings like it’s trying to stop a wild horse in sprint. Her pupils get wide and her mouth scrunches like she’s trying hard not to make some kind of embarrassing facial expression. She looks at him, but it’s hard to keep his eyes in line with her own when his are dark and lowered at her like this.
“You don’t have to.” She tries one last bid to save herself from being completely obsessed with him - to let him back out and decide she’s not worth the effort. She doesn’t want him to force himself into doing this just because he thinks she’ll tell on him or otherwise. She doesn’t want to feel like she’s manipulating him into kissing her.
But every part of her body, besides her rational brain, wants to kiss him. Desperately.
His patience has run out. He gets up, grabs the back of her neck and threads his fingers through the sensitive baby hairs at the back of her scalp. He tilts her face up.
He’s rough, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s an unyielding pressure that resonates in her cunt. He muffles her distressed grunt with his mouth.
He’s teeth, tongue, saliva. It’s hard to breathe with him in her throat. Her hands grip his nice shirt. He pulls her up by the back of her neck, and her moan dies in their combined throat.
The wet connection of their lips has her hips grinding into his thigh and his hands imprinting her scalp. She burns from her head to her toes. He struggles to get closer, use the blanket of her body to try and smother his own tumultuous fire.
Her phone rings, and she has to ignore it while he pulls at her hair and backs her up into the fridge. The cool at her back feels nice mixed with the heat of his body. She’s on her tiptoes, gripping his arms to let off some of the pressure in her scalp, trying to chase the ache between her legs with the sturdy muscles in the thigh he has pressed between them.
He pulls away with her bottom lip captured in his teeth, and she only has a second to whine about the sting until he’s back on her.
Her phone rings again. She has to try and push him off because twice means it might be an emergency.
He doesn’t budge, and if he knows she wants to stop then he doesn’t care.
Text message dings, phone ringing again. His lips move from her mouth to her jaw, nipping and laving at that delicate flesh. His scratchy facial hair tickles and chafes her skin.
She tries to form a coherent thought and translate it into a sentence, but all that comes out are wet mewls. Michael might be in trouble . She pushes harder against the solid rock of his body.
John takes the hint, but not very well. He releases her neck with a low gravelly sound that translates to a growl. His self control, usually unbreakable, fissures. He glares down at her, breathing deep and loud.
Reluctantly, he lets her push past him and look at her phone.
He leans against her fridge and watches how her eyes grow wide and worried in the bright light of her screen. The anxiety on her face turns his annoyance into concern.
She pulls up her phone calendar. Saturday. The weekend. The day that Benny invited her camping. And there he is; five missed text messages, 4 missed calls. Two voicemails.
John watches her skin drain some of its lovely color.
She reads the texts. They start off nice, then turn into vulgar threats.
The last one is him sending her a copy of her own address.
She slams her phone down, free-falling into the verge of a full blown panic attack.
She had forgotten to erase and block his number after he forcefully put it in her phone. While he was in her messages, he must have gotten her address off the text chain between her and Michael. He knows where she lives, and even if he doesn’t have the passcode to the front door and a key to get into her apartment, he can easily wait outside for her. Or around the block. She tries her best to not start hyperventilating, but her eyes inevitably swell with stinging fluid and her lungs constrict like snakes are wrapping around them.
“What? What’s wrong?” She feels John’s hand on her shoulder. It brings her back down to earth. The serpents twisting her insides coil away, hissing in fear. Her breathing gets easier. He wraps his hands around her waist softly, says her name. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he urges.
She’s so tired of protecting this asshole, but the two possibilities that will come from telling john are equally unappealing. The first one is that he doesn’t care and leaves because he thinks she’s a whore. The second option is that he kills or injures Benny, and that would mean blood inadvertently on her hands.
She doesn’t know if she should be grateful or terrified when he grabs her phone, types her passcode - how the hell does he know that? - and opens up Benny’s voicemail.
“John, stop - “
But the angry voice is already coming on over the speaker. “Hey Darlin’. I’ll be over in a few minutes. If you’re not ready, I’m dragging you out of there.”
He holds the phone out of her reach and plays the next. “I’m five minutes away from your house. You better be outside or you won’t enjoy yourself tonight.” Benny sounds drunk in this one.
John flips to the text messages once he’s done with the voicemails.
By the time he’s done reading them, his eyes are drained of light. Not even the bright phone screen casts a reflection in the pools of black matte. He looks up at her and presses the power button.
“Did he hit you?” He grips her chin and his big hand is wide enough to cover the entire bottom of her face.
“What are you going to do?” She whispers. He feels the vibration in the air from her quivering body, but can’t find it in himself to feel bad, especially when she’s committed to keeping a bastard protected.
He loved how altruistic she was when they first met, the care that she showed for everyone - especially he himself - was endearing and sincere. But now he knows he has to break her from that senseless kindness because she is too fucking nice for her own good.
“I’m going to kill him,” John tells her, words piercing like needles and threading her wild anxiety tighter.
She doesn’t like Benny, would even go so far as to say she hates him, but the thought of him dying because of her confession turns her stomach with guilt. And maybe not believing John would absolve some of that foreshadowed liability, but he had killed countless grown men with a bed rail in front of her, so she knows he’s more than capable of keeping his word and becoming the reaper.
She won’t condemn someone, even if they are a scumbag. He catches the look in her face that tells him just that.
And he does something that she doesn’t expect and doesn’t want to see cutting his usually serious face: He smiles, genuinely and viciously.
He is physically bigger than her, that much is true, but nothing makes her feel as small as that smile. It reminds her of someone who knows what they want and how to get it, consequences be damned.
Fear is like electricity in her veins, so cold it burns.
“I’m sorry,” she tells him, now actually crying.
She watches his jaw grind, backs away from him.
He catches her shoulder, pulls her into his chest so that he can talk into the top of her head.
“If you leave this apartment,” he tells her, “if you get in my way.” He pauses to collect his anger and let it echo in his voice. “ After I kill him, I will make sure you can’t sit for a month.”
She squirms, blinks up at him. Her mind is afraid but her traitorous cunt is not.
The reaction of her body to his words doesn’t surprise her that much: pain has always excited her, and in past relationships she sometimes found herself wishing for a little more of it.
She hates that now is the time this side of her decides to rear its ugly head. This is really the worst possible scenario she can think of and her libido is through the goddamn roof. Something fucked and broken inside her wants to watch Benny die. She pushes it under the chaotic sea of her brain to let the thought drown.
She wonders if she’s turning into a monster, or if she’s always been one and just has had no one to nurture and rear that side of her until now.
John lets her go and he’s gone before she can ask him to stay. She slumps into her kitchen chair, puts her head in her arms - dizzy with a mixture of arousal and alcohol and confusion - and waits while hating herself more by the second.
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bnb-atnite · 10 months
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I’ve come to humbly beg for more college aegon 😭 like he and his girlfriend meet at a frat party and she’s all terribly shy and not used to all the commotion and he immediately has eyes for her and he does all this cute douchey shit to impress her like keg stands and he eats his weight in wings and pizza and he tries so hard to talk to her like he tries to talk about the music he likes and the movies he watches and what classes he takes but they are complete opposites and she’s so damn quiet he’s worried she doesn’t like him so he goes off to sulk and eat some more food and drink some more beer but he really overdoes it and he gives himself a stomach ache and he ends up collapsing on the couch next to half wasted couples and she can tell he’s in pain so she comes over and makes herself comfy on his lap and she’s still so shy but she smiles and offers to rub his tummy for him and god Cas you’ve given me brain rot
I have the y2k rap playlist on this for this bc I want that vibe yerrrrrr yes I love this sm Aegon just trying hims hardest I cryyyyyy babie boy…thanks for the req nonnie!
Rating: Mature
Tags: Early 2000’s au, college au, Frat boy!Aegon, shy!reader, so many douchey activities, miscommunication, panic attacks, anxiety, belly kink, bloating, burping, belly rubs, Aegon is a chubby puppy, crying in nasty frat boy bathrooms is a real problem
@lovelykhaleesiii @ilikeitbetterangsty @fan-goddess
Look at me! - Aegon II
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Aegon begged you to come to his frat’s party. Non-stop. You’d recently been on a couple of dates with him. He was sweet, totally unsure how to court a woman without fucking in mind but the heir tried. Most of your dates had been on neutral ground. The last one was at your favorite place, a national park nearby with neat ruins. So it was only right he wanted you on his turf, ‘show you off to the boys’ as the blonde stated proudly.
You were shaking with anxiety now, typing out a text to Aegon that you’d be there with your friend soon. Maris Baratheon was much more outgoing and hot-blooded than you. Therefore she treated you to a ‘makeover’. You felt exposed and stupid, frizzy hair straightened, thick gloss on your lips, icy eyeshadow.
Not to mention the tiny top and pink-mini skirt.
Maris giggled and spun you around, taking a picture to put on her MySpace. She declared, “Aeg’s going to have to fight you off from his brothers, I’m so excited for you!” You posed a couple of times, knees shaking. You asked for a couple of shots at the least, managing to stomach those without puking.
Aegon texted you again, “Can’t w8 2 c u.”
Upon walking up the bustling sidewalks on Fraternity Row you stared wide-eyed. You were a sophomore and hadn’t stepped foot near the big houses. Maris twirled and grabbed your hand chirping, “It’s going to be soooo much fun! Just relax girly!”
“Uh-huh, yep,” you murmured in shock.
She led you by the hand to huge White House, people in line, others milling about drinking on the lawn. You saw a couple people you knew, but they paid the nerdy girl no mind. Although some had a second look at the drastic difference in your appearance. The music was blaring from inside the dark entrance, two guys wearing gaudy orange shirts labeled ‘monitor’ checking people. Some turned away some weren’t.
You and Maris faced the two guys, twins it appeared. One of them raised a brow, but not in a bad way. He squinted, “Hey…you’re Aegon’s chick? Come on in ladies.” Maris grinned and led the way per usual, you stepping into the warm, dark air. It was fucking loud, crowded, and smelled like booze and weed had a love child.
You turned to grab your friend’s arm again, to beg to go back and she was gone. Fucking bitch. People shoved past you, making you stumble into the wall, flattening yourself for safety. Frantically checking your phone, you texted, “Aeg pls im n the front.”
Not too long after you were greeted by the familiar fluffy white hair and violet eyes. Aegon grinned, pulling you into a hug. You spoke into his pierced ear, “Aeg, please can we get out of here? It’s insane!” He held your waist tighter and replied, “I’ve got you baby, c’mon just stay with me, kay?”
Nodding forlornly you stayed under his arm, weaving through people. Aegon leaned down and spoke, “You look really good by the way!” He was clad in…the usual? So you just replied awkwardly, “You too!” Your boyfriend liked to wear some long sleeve polo and khakis, usually a douchey necklace accompanying the outfit. Can’t forget the new balances either.
You passed through a dance floor into a back room guarded by another pledge. Guys were playing pong and filling up their drinks from multiple kegs. Pizza and wings littered the counters back here, Aegon snatching a slice and managing to down it in quick succession. He wiped his mouth and grabbed another.
Leaning against the counter, you tried not to stare at his soft side lipping over the scratched marble. Aegon asked between bites, “Soooo, how is it so far?” You shrugged and replied, “It’s really crowded, I don’t think it’s my kind of show y’know.” His full lips curled into a frown and he held up a finger. “We can go somewhere else, lemme just grab a plate.”
God. He had an appetite. The poor plate was struggling to keep up with the stacked pizza and wings. With an arm on the small of your back, Aegon led you outside to a small porch. There was a pair smoking weed but it was much quieter. Still it was humid as hell, your hair probably looked like shit. Fucking King’s Landing.
Outkast blared from the outside. You wished you could dance.
With a mouth full of food Aegon blabbered about his favorite things. You would occasionally interject with your own preferences, getting a confused stare. Which was cute with his chipmunk cheeks but frustrating. You eventually just shut up and let the blonde talk. He finished his beer and plate, haphazardly tossing them to the side and stifling a belch.
“I won the wing eating contest this year,” Aegon proudly announced.
You stated, “Uh-huh, I can tell. You’re quick.”
Aegon’s eyes flickered with something before he got up and announced, “C’mon, lemme get you a drink and I’ll do something I bet you’ve never seen before!” You took his arm and followed along, feeling more and more frazzled.
You ended up knocking back a shitty screwdriver while Aegon did a keg stand, the brothers whooping and patting his back. Blush rising to your cheeks you eyed his midsection, soft and full with red striations even visible in the dim lighting. They lowered him down, Aegon belching, then swaggered over belly straining that polo. He grinned and asked, “I’m trying to win the longest keg stand at the beer Olympics this year too.”
He leaned against the scratched marble top, soft side lipping over the hard surface. Once again nodding you informed Aegon quietly, “I’m going to go to the bathroom, I need to fix my hair real quick.”
Aegon tucked a piece of your hair behind an ear and protested, “It looks pretty though, I promise! Do you want another drink?”
“Thanks, but I just need to go real quick. I’ll find it and be right back!” Aegon looked like a kicked puppy as you darted off, blindly shoving your way through people, feeling your throat constrict. Eventually you stumbled up some stairs, the drinks from earlier taking a toll. Scrambling upward you managed to walk in on two couples before finding a bathroom, slamming the door and locking it.
You placed your hands on the sink, heaving in a breath, tears falling hot down your cheeks. Your hair was a fucking mess, makeup smudged from the humidity, and your outfit looked stupid on your frame. Aegon was not on the same page as you, way above. Not quiet, awkward, nerdy. You whipped your hair in a pony tail, lips wobbling.
Sliding down to the floor you held your knees to your chest and sobbed. No texts from Maris or Aegon chimed in. It felt like hours until your tears at last dried and you rubbed your makeup stains off with fucking toilet paper. The floor was disgusting but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Staring up at the ceiling you stewed in your thoughts, feeling utterly alone.
CRACK BOOM BLEGHCK
Your eyes widened and you yelled in shock as a pledge from earlier busted down the door to puke into the toilet. Holding back a retch you brushed yourself off and ran from the scene. You just needed to go home now, fuck Maris. Creeping down the stairs you noticed the music was still blaring but the amount of people had significantly died down.
The door was in front of you, the dance floor to the left. Peering around the corner there was still some people dancing, absolutely shitfaced. Couples made out on a couch and some were passed out. A shock of white-blonde fluffy hair caught your attention. Aegon sat the farthest away in the room, looking absolutely miserable. His belly hung out of his shirt and the idiot was still eating. Your eyes flicked to the door and back to the man.
“Oh fuck it.”
Dodging crumping drunk people was an athletic feat within itself. You approached Aegon, his wide eyes peering up at you. He mumbled, “I thought you left.” You perched on the armrest next to him, the blonde staring intensely. “I got overwhelmed and hid in the bathroom until some pledge busted down the door and puked. Then I saw you.”
His full lips curled into a smile as Aegon laughed, “Typical freshman.” His face took on a vulnerable look as he asked, “So you don’t think I’m some kind of fat digusting frat boy?” Oh. He thought you didn’t like him. You echoed back, “You don’t think I’m a lame nerd who is only worthy of a notch on the belt?”
Aegon shook his head vehemently, waves bouncing. He pled, “No, no, I really like you. I just- urp- sorry- don’t know how to talk to someone so smart and put together.” You blushed and joked, “Oh. Well I guess we had a misunderstanding. But I like you as a fat digusting frat boy. It’s endearing.”
Pointing at his swollen belly you stated, “That looks like it hurts big guy.”
His full cheeks darkened again, violet eyes flicking away in embarrassment. Aegon murmured, “I may have overdone it. Stress eater.” He grunted as he shifted, pulling you onto a thick thigh not monopolized by swollen gut. The man’s arm snaked around your waist, hand coming to settle on your thigh gently.
Turned into his soft frame you asked, “Do you always stuff yourself when upset Aeg?”
He whispered, “No.”
You smiled a bit and placed a tentative palm on his belly. It was tight up top, gurgling with all that beer and junk. Running past his navel it turned butter soft, hanging over his belt and striped. “Been eating a lot to get these,” you blurted. Aegon burped softly, nodding along, his double chin pooching with the movement.
“I know. Feels good when you rub it.”
So that’s what you did, rubbed his swollen belly while Aegon nosed at your neck and jaw, lips pressing gently. You worked a tight spot, the blonde jerking away to belch in the opposite direction. The person passed out only twitched. He apologized, “Oh god, sorry, that was gross, sorry.” You shrugged and replied, “Don’t want you to have a bellyache, it’s okay.”
“Can I kiss you when I’m not a bloated wreck?”
“Sure. Then you have to listen to my favorite songs.”
He grinned, “Deal.”
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bi-bard · 11 months
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5 Seconds of Summer Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Carmy Berzatto - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine [The Bear]
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Title: 5 Seconds of Summer Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto
Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader
Word Count: 1,738 words
Warning(s): mention of break-up
Author's Note: Guess who missed the announcement about this release date?
**Not intentionally written in chronological order**
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Ghost of You
So I drown it out like I always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you And I chase it down, with this shot of truth Dancing through our house with the ghost of you
--third person--
Carmen was a wreck.
Well, he was always a wreck. But he was more of a wreck now than he usually was.
He was curled up on his small couch, eyes glazed over yet staring at the TV, his clothes were old and unchanged, and he couldn't remember the last time he ate something that was halfway decent for him.
It was ridiculous. Ridiculous for him to spend days like this. He heard his phone ringing and pinging with text notifications. He had just begged Sydney to take over for a little while. She was pissed but understanding. Until a few days passed. She wasn't being paid enough to deal with all of the shit that the restaurant required.
It was Carmen's fault that he was here. He knew that.
It was his fault that (Y/n) had left.
It was a major reason why he couldn't force himself to look away from his screen. When he did, he just saw what he lost and the very moment that he ruined everything.
It took ages for the phone to finally start to break through the emotionally drained shell that had taken over.
"For fuck's sake," he muttered as he finally pushed himself up. He got to his phone and shut it off, just wanting to return to the mindless sound of the shitty TV.
He tossed his phone back down and just froze.
He wanted to go back to the couch, curl up on the cushion, and continue his everlasting pity party. But he couldn't.
(Y/n) had spent ages in that apartment.
It felt like Carmen could see every moment of it. All at once. Small moments and big moments. Good and bad and... the worst.
He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, trying to silence a few thoughts. But when he closed the door and turned back around, it felt like everything got so much louder.
The clearest of them all was the yelling. The screaming. (Y/n) begging for him to talk, him yelling at (Y/n) to leave him alone. It had been the stress. The stress from the restaurant and his family and the career he left behind. It all culminated in him losing his cool on the one person that seemed to never bring him any more stress than he was already dealing with.
(Y/n) didn't leave until Carmen told them to. He screamed it. He got in their face and barely thought about how they refused to move away from him. They only yelled because Carmen couldn't shut the fuck up long enough to listen.
He closed his eyes and put the beer down.
He just needed a minute. A minute free from it all.
Some part of that knew that he wouldn't get that. But he could cope with it... no matter what he had to do.
Wildflower
You're the only one who makes me Every time we Tell you what I like My wildflower
I felt almost entirely out of place when I walked into the Berzatto's restaurant. It wasn't my scene. I had no experience in the field. The only connection that I had was to the family. I had avoided getting involved in the restaurant because I knew the family.
But here I was, walking in as awkwardly as I would if I was walking into class late.
The building was empty. I wasn't surprised by that.
"Camry!" I shouted from the front.
"Holy shit," I heard his voice mutter out of shock before getting louder so I could clearly hear him. "Back here!"
I walked back through the building until I found the office. "Hey."
"Hi," he replied. "What are you doing here so late?"
"Checking on you," I explained, nudging him with my arm. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," he shrugged.
I looked at his desk, scanning my eyes over the messy collection of papers sitting there. "You sure about that one?"
"Don't be a smartass."
"Don't try to fucking lie to me."
"Why are you really here," he asked.
"Your sister called me," I confessed. I heard him muttering 'you have gotta be fucking kidding' as I continued. "Something about me being the only person that you'll listen to."
He chuckled, running his hands over his face.
"Don't worry," I said. "I also think she overestimated the influence I have on you."
"That's not it," he muttered.
"Oh, so I do have influence over you?"
"Shut up," he replied.
"No, we aren't gonna fucking scoot past that, are you kidding," I laughed a bit as I spoke. "Tell me."
"She was right that you had 'influence'," he put the word influence in air quotes. "But I don't need it."
"Well, she would've killed me if I didn't try," I shrugged. "Let's agree to tell her that I tried my best."
"Deal."
I grinned at him. "Now... what influence do I have over you?"
"Jesus-"
"You know damn well that you aren't gonna escape this," I replied.
"It's really nothing," he explained. "Just my sister being an ass."
"Yeah, but an ass about what?"
He didn't reply, instead deciding to just scoff and go back to the pile of papers. He wasn't actually doing anything. He was just flicking through them and shuffling them around a bit, making it look like he was actually attempting to find something.
"Carmy..."
"Busy."
"You're an ass."
"Yup."
I reached over and placed my hand over his. I held it still, not letting him distract himself with papers any longer. He looked at me.
"Talk to me," I pushed.
"There's nothing to talk about," he muttered.
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Because you're stubborn as fuck."
"Or you're a shit liar."
He raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to back down.
"I could call your sister... she'd tell me."
He glared at me. He hated having his sister dragged into things. I knew that. I had already listened to him rant about the very subject. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"She knows that I'll agree with more than anyone else," Carmy finally confessed. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I didn't say that it was a lot more."
"Why?"
"Why the fuck do you think," he asked.
I hated that I couldn't read his mind. I hated that he was so damn stubborn that he couldn't talk to me without reminding me of a toddler throwing a fit.
But fine, if he didn't want to answer me, then I would guess.
I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. I had originally planned for it to merely be a quick kiss before pulling back and dealing with whatever embarrassment came after.
But I didn't get that chance before Carmy cupped the back of my head and kissed me back.
There were a few moments before I pulled away and smiled at him.
"I do have an effect over you," I teased.
He scoffed and leaned away completely. "Shut up."
"Never," I chuckled. "See you around, Carmy."
"Yeah... yeah, you too."
I don't think he knew that I caught how red his face got as I walked out.
Better Man
Darling, all of my wrongs, they led me right to you Wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die for Your love, your love, I'm a better, better man
I had just gotten home from work and changed out of my work clothes when there was a knock on my door.
I couldn't stop myself from grumbling under my breath. I was just about to take my nightly spot in the corner of my couch. My self-pity was calling to me.
I pulled my door open, ready to cuss out whoever was on the other side. I stopped in my tracks. "Carmy-"
"Please, don't shut the door," he begged before I could even think of doing so. "I just... I just want you to hear me out."
I leaned against the doorframe, waving for him to continue whatever talk he wanted to have.
"I- I'm sorry," he spit out. "What I did was shitty and selfish and you didn't deserve a fucking ounce of it. I let all of the stress and shit get to my head and I took it out on you and I'm sorry."
"Thanks..."
"I want... I want you back," he continued. "I am willing to do whatever I have to. I'm in a grief support group now. I'll fucking go to one-on-one therapy and give it a shot. Shit, I'll leave the restaurant if that is what I have to do in order to be better. I want to be better for you."
"Don't be," I replied. I stopped him before he could question me. "I don't wanna be your reason for getting better. I want you to get better for you. That's all there is to it. And that is far harder, I know. But it's better."
"Alright," Carmy muttered. "Where does that leave us?"
"I... I can't jump back into what we were," I shrugged. "But I miss you. I really miss you. I... I'm willing to try again. I think."
"Really?"
I nodded, grinning a bit at him.
"Alright. Cool. Good."
"Good."
"Tomorrow night? I'll take you to dinner... somewhere other than the restaurant."
I chuckled. "That sounds nice. Just text me when you're on your way."
"Alright."
There was a small awkward pause before I went to step back inside.
I paused for a moment before stopping the door from shutting. "Carmy."
"Yeah-"
I stepped out and kissed him gently. It was only for a matter of seconds. I don't know what my thought process was at the time. I don't know if I was trying to comfort him or myself or if I was just doing it because I wanted to.
I grinned at him as I pulled back.
"See you tomorrow night," I muttered, feeling my face warm up.
"Yeah," he nodded. "See you."
I closed my door and just kind of stood there for a minute. I took a deep breath.
I wanted this to work out.
I wanted it to work out so bad.
I was just hoping that I wouldn't regret trying again.
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cascowriteswords · 9 months
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Doorstep from the prompt list, please!!!
It’s the 3rd bag of flaming shit Lexa has found on her doorstep in the same number of days.
She’d fallen for it the first time, quickly stamping the burning paper out only to find herself with an unfortunately smelly situation on her hands (er, feet?) and a ruined pair of house slippers. A quick and angry text was immediately shot off to Clarke in response, an image of her ruined shoes following. I really didn’t think you would resort to middle-school warfare tactics, Clarke. 
It had been met with unapologetic indignance. Raven is a free agent, Lexa. I can’t control how she reacts to her best friend being betrayed.
Lexa hadn’t answered, because Clarke was right and there was nothing else she could really say. She had betrayed Clarke, but she couldn’t apologize for what she had done when she believed it was the right thing to do. So even if she personally thinks Raven’s reaction is/was overkill, it doesn’t surprise her that she would come to Clarke’s defense so fiercely, and in the most annoying way possible. 
Lexa sighs and pulls the small fire extinguisher she normally keeps in the kitchen out from beside the front door, the space which has become its unlikely new home. She puts out the fire and then sweeps the bag and its contents into a dustpan, dumping it outside so as not to make her entire house smell like literal burning shit. 
When she goes to bed that evening it’s in a cold bed and a quiet room, no warm body tucked up against her or endearing quiet snores that Clarke swears she doesn’t make. 
I had to do it, I had to do it, she tells herself over and over again until she falls asleep. 
Somehow it doesn’t make her feel any better. 
xxx 
It happens again the next evening like clockwork. Lexa is sitting in the living room watching reruns of SVU when her doorbell rings. She sighs and clenches her jaw, teeth grinding audibly as she grits them and stands up. She knows there’s no point in trying to catch Raven in the act; she’s already long gone, and what would she do anyways? All that there is to do is clean up the mess she’s left and try to enjoy another evening spent painfully alone after more than two years of spending nearly every night hanging out with Clarke. 
I had to do it, I had to do it, the mantra repeats in the back of her mind. 
She grabs the fire extinguisher. 
Opens the door. 
But there is no flaming bag of feces on her doorstep. 
There is Clarke. 
Lexa stares for long enough that her eyes start to go dry, forcing a cartoon-like slow blink that makes Clarke smirk. She says, “Hey,” and Lexa blinks again. She’s been thinking about what she might say if Clarke reached out to her and now that it’s happening she can’t form even a single word. Classic. 
“This is silly,” Clarke says, evidently not needing Lexa to say anything anyways. “I miss you. I want to come home. Plus I think Lincoln is getting tired of having Raven and me crashing at his and O’s place. It’s not that big of a house you know.”
“I miss you too,” Lexa says, finally finding her voice. “The door has always been open, Clarke. I want you to come home.”
“Okay, good,” Clarke says, smiling and looking relieved. “So just say you’re sorry and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”
Lexa balks. “Clarke, I can’t. You know I can’t,” she says sadly, assuming this means Clarke will end up returning to Lincoln’s instead of walking through the front door with her. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Not technically Lexa, no you didn’t. But morally? Not even a twinge of regret for completely turning on me and stabbing me in the back?”
I had to do it, I had to do it. “I couldn’t show favoritism, Clarke. It goes against everything I stand for.”
“You didn’t have to show favoritism!” Clarke exclaims. Lexa’s eyes widen a tad at the raised voice and Clarke visibly gathers herself, chest rising as she takes a deep breath. “All you had to do was not hit me with a +4 card when I was about to finally win a game of Uno. I never win, Lexa, and you couldn’t just let me have it this once.”
“It wouldn’t have been fair,” Lexa repeats for the umpteenth time. Deflating because it seems like they’re just going round and round with this conversation versus finding any middle ground. 
“Lexa,” Clarke says, “Sometimes when you’re playing a harmless game with your friends and the woman you love, who makes you cum harder than you ever have in your life - your words, not mine - you can sacrifice just a smidgen of fairness. Don’t you think?” Lexa is about to argue that no, she can’t, until Clarke suddenly looks up at her through her eyelashes and takes a small step forward, the fingertips of one of her hands landing on Lexa’s hip. “I’ve really been missing you,” Clarke says. Her thumb finds the small strip of exposed skin between Lexa’s jeans sweatpants and her t-shirt and rubs a small circle. Lexa gulps, eyes darting down to Clarke’s mouth just as she’s licking her lips. 
“O-okay. You’re right and I’m sorry,” Lexa says, and the words only taste bitter for a split second because Clarke steps closer to her with those huge hungry blue eyes and she loses all train of thought. 
“Thank god,” Clarke says, both of her hands now on Lexa’s hips as she pushes her backward into the house. “That couch was killing my back, I’m too old for that shit. Now come remind me how comfortable our bed is, please,” she says, taking Lexa by the hand and tugging her towards the bedroom. 
Lexa is happy to oblige, abandoned morals all but forgotten. 
xxx 
An hour later, as they lay in a panting and sweaty heap diagonally across the mattress, the doorbell rings. Clarke raises a brow in question, and Lexa groans. “Can you please text Raven and tell her we’ve kissed and made up.”
“We did a lot more than kiss, babe,” Clarke laughs. “But yes. Texting her right now.”
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8zult · 1 year
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what is sereshaw doing right now? #5
Christmas morning with Jake’s family. They are tiredly drinking coffee while watching everyone tear open gifts. One of Jake’s little cousins placed a wrapped box on Bradley’s lap while going “Merry Christmas, Rooster” and he smiled really big while saying “Thank you”. Jake watched and his heart fluttered and flipped and he wanted to kiss him right in front of everyone for being so cute but he restricted himself and let him open up his gift. It was from Jake’s mother and it was a scrapbook. Written on the front of the maroon cover with very neat handwriting was “Jake and Bradley”. He opened it and glued to the pages was pictures of them. They had been dating for only a little over a year now and didn’t have many pictures together but Mrs. Seresin filled up the pages good. Some were pictures of the two of them together while others were candid shots of Bradley. Next to the pictures were pretty stickers and corny (but lovely) quotes. Next to the some of the random pictures of Bradley, printed text messages were glued to the page.
“Ma, why’d you-“ Jake started, but just decided to cover his face in embarrassment.
“It took me and your father a half hour to figure out how to transfer the screenshots onto the computer to print. Some were sent to me by your buddies”
Jake made a mental note to tear Javy, Phoenix, and the others a new one later.
Bradley was hardly paying attention though, flipping through the pages and reading the quotes and the messages. Underneath each picture was the date it was taken and he couldn’t believe he had forgotten so many of these moments. He turned another page and it was blank. He looked up, confused, “Ran out of pictures?”
Jake’s mom nodded, “But I decided to leave it like that. Maybe you can add some on your own. Scrapbooking is very relaxing.”
Bradley smiled, “I believe you. I honestly don’t trust myself doing it on my own, ruining your hard work and all. Maybe I’ll just collect a bunch of stuff to put in it and when we visit, we take some time to work on it together”
“I’d like that very much, honey,” Mrs. Seresin moved from her spot on the couch over to where Jake and Bradley were sitting on the floor and leaned down to pull him into a hug.
“Already have a new one to add!” Jake’s sister shouted, holding up her phone and smirking.
Bradley laughed while Jake sighed, “See what you guys did. Now Roo thinks I have a crush on him or something.”
He simply responded with pushing Jake away from him.
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This comic is discontinued.
I think everyone's seen this coming now. >.>"
Sorry for trying to draw it out so long. I did try, and I wasn't pretending to salvage this comic... but let's say I've done a LOT of missteps that ruined the experience for me.
I'll put the longer stuff under read more, but the basic is: I'm sorry that it had to come to this. You may shoot some asks if you wanna know the rest of the story, or what my thoughts are, or anything else, really! And if you're disappointed, I understand. I am, too. But I think it's best to put the pencil down for this project.
Thank you to those who were waiting. ;o;
The story I planned for this comic was pretty big, and it was my pride for a long, long time. I even had a whole google docs at 23 pages worldbuilding for this comic! But it seems like despite all I try, it still didn't work out for me.
The basics are these:
I am not a person who can focus on a huge project for too long. It feels like a chore eventually and my motivation for it dies. I needed a handbook to hold onto, and I didn't have it! Because I didn't plan the story through!! So if you're like me who keeps jumping projects, maybe limiting yourself to a shorter, simpler story and writing everything down in text format BEFORE turning it into a comic will work wonders.
I discussed it with too many people... Now, having friends isn't bad, and sharing work with your friends isn't bad, either! The problem is, as I said above, I DIDN'T have a strong grip on the story and kept asking people to 'help figure things out with me'. This really muddies my story and overtime, I forget my true intent for it... which pushed me away from the story altogether.
I. STARTED. TOO. BIG. Despite my weaknesses, I chomped down on it because I thought I could do it. I got way too eager, way too greedy, and without pacing myself properly I just shot myself at the foot and lost steam early in the race.
Please note that this only works for me. I am someone with massive focus issues, a full-time job, and other real-life stresses, and I cannot hold the weight of this story over time. So don't be discouraged if you are planning on making your own comic. Just be prepared and try things out before you jump into it.
Pilot comics are always good. Yes. Please do that.
Thank you! Really. For still waiting all this time. I appreciate all of you, and I'm sorry for all of this. I hope the comic was fun while it lasted. As I said, if you have questions or need advice, please ask away! (I won't answer complaints because, sadly, it bogs me down. I'm also unhappy with my own decision! ; ;)
(The good news is I am using this energy to make another comic, but you will see that in +6 years once I ACTUALLY finalize and plan the story down.)
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mysecretclosetfiction · 7 months
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Dramatics
English is not my first language,not proof read
Part 1
Rhea smiles looking up from your lap. You smile back and ask "what is it baby?" Still smiling she buries her head into your chest. You take your hand on her chin and tilt it upwards only to see her cheeks are heavily flushed. You giggle at her before kissing her nose. She clears her throat and says " my family is coming next month to visit me" looking down at her hands. "That's amazing babe, I know how much you miss them. Who's coming?"
"Everyone! Mom,dad,my sister,our dogs, uncle and two cousins " she responded excitedly
You were really happy for her knowing this was so long overdue. Then you notice she's staring at you so with a raised brow you ask her what's on her mind. She smiles grinning from ear to ear almost yelling out " I want you to meet my family!" quickly hiding her head in your neck her cheeks heating up again.
"Shit fuck damnit" is where your thoughts go immediately. It's not that you don't love her or anything but this seemed fast. Well it wasn't fast but you were scared to affirm your relationship to other people, paranoid that it would end soon after. Completely irrational but your past relationships made sure you never trusted anyone fully.
"I would love to meet your family love" were the words that actually came out of your mouth. Your girlfriend shot you an exited look and hugged you so tightly you almost couldn't breathe. You were happy that this is making her so excited even though you were just about to begin lose your mind .
You two spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling on the sofa. Your anxious mind growing louder in your head, trying to contain your hands from shaking you decided to leave the house before you scare her. Getting up you kiss her passionately, escaping her embrace as she grunts lightly. As you're rushing, putting on your shoes you hear footsteps getting closer. You open the door thinking you escaped when Rhea puts her big hand on the door pushing them closed. As you turn to face her with the questioning look she immediately presses you against the door,her hands setting on your waist, kissing you passionately. You relaxed into the kiss knowing nothing can make you feel as good as her kisses ..well almost nothing, definitely not from anyone else other than her.
Inside your car you get the sense of overwhelming anxiety rushing through your body completely taking over. You arrive at your apartment trying to keep your mind busy with anything to avoid you from overthinking about meeting them. What if they don't like you. What if they do. Will they accept you even tough you're the first girl/person Rhea would introduce to them. The wheels were spinning fast...
Dropping down to the floor you can't help but to chuckle to yourself for knowing how irrational you were behaving. Just as you exhaled the same way you were taught in meditation class your phone starts ringing. It's Rhea. You just bluntly stare at the phone waiting for it to stop ringing. Two seconds later you get her texts
" Hey babygirl 💕 I was calling to ask you if you're available for dinner tomorrow night? I miss you already 🥺 I love you!!!💗
Great now you need to lie to her toget out of this. You couldn't imagine loving anyone as much as you loved her. Which came with a downside. See Rhea really knew you. She would know you're hiding something even without saying a word. And you couldn't bring yourself to ruin her excitement just because you had an issue from your past. You decided you'll text her back later and that you should probably spend some time trying to calm down your mind before speaking to anyone. Throwing your phone on the bed you headed to the bathroom to take a shower. You really thought hot water will relax you but all you could focus on was that stupid lie you told which is now bitting you in the ass. Why did you say you'd love to meet them instead of just being honest with your girlfriend...this is what you get for lying...
You wrapped a towel around your dripping wet body heading back to your room trying to find some clothes but instead you ended up sitting on the floor folding and reorganizing your whole closet. At least cleaning was helping you to forget anything about Rhea. Thankgod for your ocd tendencies. After there was nothing else you could possibly organize you went to check your phone seeing 3 hours already passed since the last text Rhea has send you saying " Babe? Are you okay?"
The guilt rushed over you. Here you were having the sweetest girlfriend anyone could ever have and you're ignoring her bc you're delulu. You started to text her when your phone started ringing again,caller id saying Rhea 🦇
You swallowed hard getting ready to sound as cheerful as you possibly could so she doesn't start suspecting anything.
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