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prettyg1irlstears · 3 days

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i js saw ur pillow princess reader x rafe blurb n its amazing !!

but how would rafe x gf!reader be when rafes friends have been bringing up about how it feels good when ‘the girl takes charge’ but she gets upset n self conscious cs she literally cant, shes js a pillow princess at heart !! she wld constantly ask rafe if shes good enough in bed, if its fine she cant ride him like his friends have been showing off :(((

first of all thank you!!<33 second of all i’m so sorry if i’m answering late, but i hope you’ll like it<3

softbf!rafe x sub!reader

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you’re in the large living room of tannyhill, a pretty sundress on while sitting of your boyfriend’s lap, listening to the conversation between him and his mates.

you were telling rafe that you’ll come tomorrow, that it’s fine if he wants to have a ‘all bro evening’, but rafe insisted on you staying, so you did, because you’re his good girl.

so here you are, playing with rafe’s fingers as the boys don’t bother to acknowledge or respect your presence and talk about their girls.

“bro, my girl’s wildin’ when she takes charge,” kelce boasted, smirking as he took a swing of his beer. “doin’ all the work, feels so good.”

your chest tugs anxiously, slightly squeezing rafe’s fingers as you listen.

“yea i feel ya, man,” topper adds, grinning as he high-fives kelce. “wish you could see the way sarah moves on me ‘cause like goddamn..”

you feel yourself getting uncomfortable, partly because they’re talking about their girlfriends like they were a piece of meat, but mostly because you know you’ll forever be a pillow princess.

“yo, top,” rafe feels jow uncomfortable you are, stroking your silky hair lovingly, thinking it’s just because the conversation’s too much for you. “it’s my sister, man, don’t be gross,”

“sorry bro, not my fault she’s freaky,” topper sneers, kelce chuckling along with him.

you withdrawn a little bit, nuzzling into rafe’s chest as your mind runs a marathon. you were never able to take charge, especially in bed. you and rafe tried it a few times, but you always get all shy and embarrassed, just simply not finding it in yourself to be dominant. but now, after you heard the boys’ conversation, you feel even worse than ever.

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“you okay, baby?” rafe asks you softly. the boys have already left, you’re now helping rafe clean the beer cans and pizza boxes. he has noticed something’s off — he always does.

“mm good ray, just tired.” you fake a yawn and give him a small smile.

that seems to make rafe calmer, maybe he just doesn’t want to press you. he comes over to you, placing his hands on your waist. “can we still do sum’ or are you like really tired?”

you chuckle and look up at him. “no we can still do something.” because even though you still feel bad, you can still feel a little wet spot making itself in your panties just from that one simple sentence.

rafe smiles and kisses you, his hands moving from your waist to squeeze your butt. “alright let’s get to bed, hm?”

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you thought it would make your mind go elsewhere, like always, but even when you’re a moaning mess under the muscular body of your boyfriend, you’re still thinking about it.

“what’s the matter, bunny?” rafe grunts into your neck as he kisses it, giving you long and deep thrusts.

“n-no, no!” you let out in a whimper, squeezing his shoulders. “please don’t stop.”

rafe smirks, slowing his pace even more as he bites on a soft spot of your neck. “then what is it?”

you whimper at that, but you can’t keep your worries inside anymore. “am i good enough for you?” as soon as these words leave your mouth, rafe stops, stilling inside of you, making you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

“baby.. baby look at me, will ya?” he gently takes your chin in his hand, making you look up into his eyes.

you look, his hand caressing your cheek as you look up at him with those puppy eyes of yours.

“why would you ask that?” he asks, his voice soft as he has no idea where this is coming from. “of course you are, you always were and always will, baby.”

“because i can’t ride you.. can’t make you feel good..” you say quietly, tears welling up in your eyes. “mm sorry rafe, i just can’t..”

“hey, hey, look at me, baby..” he makes you look at him again, his hands running through your hair and caressing your cheek. “that’s perfectly fine, bunny. you’re perfect, i swear to god,”

you’re looking into his eyes, nervously playing with his curtain bangs. “are you sure? ‘cause i felt really bad earlier..”

rafe chuckles a little, kissing your forehead. “baby, don’t listen to those two pricks. can’t appreciate their girls like i can apprexiate mine.”

he kisses your lips softly, slowly starting to move inside you again. “i love you being my little pillow princess.” he grunts at the movements, earning a tiny moan from you. “wouldn’t change for anything, baby.”

“you mean it..?” you ask, leaving out tiny whimpers as he moves slowly yet deeply, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“absolutely,” he whispers, kissing your lips while leaving out small moans. “don’t have any idea what you do to me like this.”

“alright..” you feel a shy smile growing on your lips, tugging on his hair as his tip hits that one spot inside you. “r-rafe.. please.. faster..”

“faster, yeah?” rafe smirks, increasing his pace, holding the side of your neck, earning sweet little moans from you that make his cock twitch inside of you.

“don’t need ya to take charge, baby..” he lets out a pretty moan into your ear. “js’ fucking you like this is enough for me to go absolutely crazy.”

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#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x you #drew starkey #bf!rafe #prettyg1rlstears #blurbs𐙚

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ad7red · 10 months

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Hey!! Can I have Peter and his gf who's not rlly smart but catches a mistake Peter made in his hw and teases him but he doesn't mind? Thanks xx!

smarty pants | peter parker.

bf!peter parker x reader

this has been sitting in my inbox for a WHILEE i am sorry!

not proofread, no warnings

you had just bombed your math quiz and you could not feel any worse. math just wasn’t your thing, ela or history? sure, but math and you were never getting along. and that was a fact.

the only person who might’ve been able to raise your spirits was your one and only genius vigilante boyfriend, peter. which led to you vigorously knocking on his apartment door like you did many times, expecting to be greeted by a familiar peter, instead being met with his aunt may.

“hey, there sweet pea! peter won’t be home for a while, but would you like to come in and wait in his room for him?” you nodded while thanking her, being in his room would help remind you of him.

she walked you to his room, though being here so many times you know the place like the back of your hand.

when you walked into his room you were welcomed with messy algebra homework as well as half-done history homework scattered all over his desk.

you hopped down onto his undone bed and patiently waited for peter to come back to tell him all about how math was the worst subject known to man.

after what felt like forever you finally heard the bedroom door creek open, with the curly head following.

“hey, sunshine? how are you?” he said while placing a kiss on top of your forehead. you pouted before responding, and that’s when peter knew he was in for a doozy.

“terrible! peter, i failed my math quiz!” flapping your arms up and down for emphasis. peter patted your shoulder, his way of saying ‘i’m sorry’.

“c'mon, it can’t be that bad” peter was sorely mistaken. it was that bad.

“i got a 25%.” he made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, as though it physically hurt him to hear that grade.

“i mean, whose bright idea was it to come up with trigonometric functions? when will i ever use that in my entire life?” you began to rant. the grade was irritating you considering you’ve never gotten lower than a c in math.

“okay, come show me what you need trouble with.” peter said while pulling you up from his bed and leading you to his untidy desk.

you told him what was confusing you and he thoroughly explained it, but you couldn't seem to focus with that history homework on his desk.

“it's italy.”

“what..?”

“which country did the renaissance begin in? you said germany but it's italy.” he quickly scanned over the question again, skimming over the small paragraph before it.

“you got me, good job smarty pants!” he wasn’t sour or bitter about it all. if anything, he was happy, he knew how much it would mean to you if you corrected the smartest person you knew.

“i am a bit of smarty pants aren’t i?” and with that both you and peter started to explode in a fit of giggles.

#LMFAO i remember when i got a 25 on my test #peter parker aka THE smarty pants #sam writes #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm fic #tasm!peter x reader #bf!peter #fluff #mcu #mcu x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fic #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman homecoming

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astronomysturniolos · 29 days

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matt sturniolo x gf!reader

best birthday gift

warnings: smut, p in v, y/n, cussing, and fingering.

summary: it’s your bf matt’s 21st birthday and you want to make it special for him, make him feel good.

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the flick of the candle is the only sound in the house. usually it isn’t this quiet, dating matt for 2 years, everything has been noisy. but he’s out to dinner tonight, for his special day. he’s turning 21, and i wanted him to have a good time, even after he comes home.

the room is dark, the candle being the only light source available. i am standing in front of the mirror, vertically lined on our wall, showcasing all my curves, shadows, and imperfections. even if matt thinks their perfect. i am second guessing everything, until i hear the front door open. “hey, baby, i’m home” i hear matt yell from downstairs. oh god. i’m so nervous. what if he thinks i’m doing too much. what if he thinks this set is ugly, or even worse me. what if- my thoughts get shut off at the sound of matt saying my name.

“y/n? holy shit. you look edible.” he breathes out, staring me down. i take another look in the mirror, looking at the white flowery langerai i have on display, contrasting with my smooth, tanned skin. “do u like it?” i ask shyly. playing with the straps going down my thighs. “no, i don’t” matt replies seriously. i whip my head to face him, fear showing in between my furrowed brows. “i love it” he says after, a wide grin taking over his face.

a sigh of relief comes out of me as i run my hands through my newly straightened hair.

he makes his way over to to me, standing behind me, making eye contact through the same mirror i’ve been standing at for the last 15 minutes. he wraps his hands around my waist, flicking the straps in between his fingers. “you look so pretty baby, just right for me” he whispers. “yeah?” i respond. “mhm” he just mumbles before attacking my neck with his lips.

things get heated fast as our teeth clatter, our tongues fighting for dominance as we walk to the bed. ripping our clothes off on the way, the need to be naked is taking over our brains. once we are both fully nude, he hovers over me, disconnecting our lips. i flutter my eyes open and stare at his beautiful blue ones . and damn it he’s beautiful. the way he’s trying to catch his breath, his hair is covering his forehead, and his horse chain is dangling in my face. i just want to bring the chain in between my teeth and drag him into another kiss. “what’s on your mind?” he asks, wondering why i’ve just been silently staring at him. “i just love you so much” i say quietly, adoring how his eyes light up instantly. “i love you too baby” he says, leaving small kisses starting from my neck, then my shoulders. “so so much” he says in between another kiss landing just above my tits.

he latches his tongue on my right nipple, his hand groping the other. and fuck, this feels amazing. a moan escapes my lips as i dart my head back, the feeling blazing through my veins. “you like it huh?” he asks smugly, immediately returning to the dirty act. “mhm” i reply, my head shaking up and down to clarify as if my whines aren’t enough.

after a while of just him playing with my tits, the throbbing sensation in between my legs is getting hotter. “matt.” i say breathlessly, almost finishing just by him playing with me. “yes baby?” he asks, looking up at me, a grin on his face. “i need you.” i say. “do you now? what do you need?” i rub my legs together to add some friction, desperately trying to put the fire down. “i need your dick. in me. right. now.” i reply, more forward than i ever had any time we’ve fucked. usually he would initiate it, so he was a little shocked at my words. “look at you, so needy of me, are you now?” he asks, expecting no reply, but i give him one regardless. “yes, now fuck me” i say, putting my hands in his hair as i push him in between my legs.

he trails kisses down my thighs until he gets to my heat. “so beautiful aren’t you” he says before entering one of his fingers enter my hole, and i arch at the feeling, finally getting something. “more, please” i whine. he adds another finger in, my gosh. this is a great feeling. he thrusts his fingers in and out of my tight hole, curling them at times. a pornographic moan leaves my mouth, almost cumming at the feeling. “matt. please put your dick in me.” i say, starting to get impatient.

he lines his tip to my hole, pushing the tip through and we both groan. he balances himself with his hands on my bed frame, almost falling on me. and that damn chain. in my face, dangling like a puppy treat. i grab it in between my teeth, muffling my noises as he fully pushes his whole 8 inches in me. he lets me adjust to his size until i give him a nod of approval to continue. he almost fully pulls out before thrusting hard into me, making me let out a noise i’ve never made before, the necklace falling out of my mouth. “making you feel good? hm?” matt asks, sweat dripping down his nose, as my hands connect to his fluffy brunette hair. “yes matt, faster” i say, already feeling my release coming, considering i was close enough with just his two fingers.

his eyes trained on my tits bounces up and down as his thrusts begin to get sloppy “i’m so close baby, a little more” he says, then mumbling more words that i’m not sure are even making real sentences, but i’m too blurred to care. “me too” i say, right before i feel him hit the right spot, making me arch my back, moaning loudly.

he connects our lips, soaking up my whines, before he says “i’m cumming. shit. i’m cumming” “me too matt, me too” i repeat. before we connect our lips again. i feel one last thrust directly before he fills me up, staying on top of me, his sweat mixing with mine as it drips from above me. our breathes mixing together, as we pant for air, our lips touching but not connected.

after we rode out our highs, and settled down he pulls out. i wince at the feeling, suddenly empty. he plops next to me, looking over at me. “happy birthday baby” i say to him, putting my head in his bare chest, as i feel his hands rub up and down my back. “thank you my love, i love you” he replies tiredly, putting his chin on the top of my head, “i love you too” i say before sleep takes over both of us. guess he could say that was the best birthday gift ever.

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anna speaks: in honor of my birthday being in 2 days!! 😮😮 also i never wrote smut for matt and only wrote smut once before this so ntm pls🙏🏻

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lucy90712 · 3 months

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I heard requests so here I am. Bare with me this might not make sense. So readergf! x Jude Bellingham. Readergf! used to have a situationship with pedri until he told her he didn’t want anything serious. Fast forward to the Clasico she’s in the tunnels wishing Jude luck (obvi with a kiss) & before she goes to her seats, Jude yells to her “I love you” which makes Pedri whisper something to Gavi. Later in the game there’s a scuffle between Pedri & Jude bc Gavi tackled him but in his eyes, he’s just being a good friend. This then gets brought down in the tunnels when Jude is just trying to leave the match, gf tells pedri she’s with a real man which makes Jude fall more in love with her. I hate to make pedri & gavi look like this but I love Jude 😩

WC: 2.5k El Classico is always a big event as the rivalry between Real Madrid and Barcelona runs deep and has been going on for many years. Tonight will be my first time going to a Classico which is nerve wracking in itself but it is made so much worse by the choices I've made over the last year or so. Last year I was in a situationship so to say with Pedri, I really liked him and wanted to enter into a proper committed relationship with him but that's not what he wanted. He wasn't ready for a committed relationship and I wasn't willing to wait because as much as it hurt to let him go I couldn't be sure that Pedri would ever be ready or that when he was he'd want to be with me. The 'break up' was hard on me as I really did have feelings for Pedri and thought he could be the one for me but clearly it wasn't meant to be.

A few months after calling things off with Pedri my friends made me come away with them on a girls trip to Germany. At the time I was really against it but now I can't imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't gone on that trip. While we were there I met a guy at a club we went to he bought me a few drinks and we talked all night. We exchanged phone numbers before we both went home but I thought I'd never hear from him again. To my surprise he actually text me the next day and wanted to take me out before I went home. To start with I was a bit hesitant as after leaving the club my friends told me that I was talking to Jude Bellingham another footballer and I wasn't sure if I was ready to date another one. After some convincing I went on the date and I'm so glad I did Jude was so sweet and he made me change my thoughts on love completely.

Nearly a year later and Jude and I have been together for 10 months. I've never been happier than I have been in the last 10 months Jude is the best boyfriend and he treats me so well I couldn't ask for anything more. Over the summer Jude moved teams so now he plays for Real Madrid which has been great for our relationship as it has meant that we can be closer to each other as I moved there after my breakup with Pedri. I hadn't thought too much about the consequences of Jude's move until I was reminded about el Classico. Jude knows about my relationship with Pedri so when he asked if I wanted to go to the game he made it clear that if I didn't want to go he wouldn't mind but I know I have to get over everything someday and I want to support Jude so I decided to go. It will be my first time seeing Pedri since everything ended but Jude has reassured me that everything will be fine.

Jude left for the game with the team early this morning leaving me to find my own way there as I can't go with the team at least not on the way there. Instead of driving the 5 hours from Madrid to Barcelona I am getting the train as it's quicker and a lot cheaper than flying or paying for fuel. On the train I was going to get on with some work or do a bit of reading to pass the time but instead I found myself spending far too much time thinking about the game. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to see Pedri again after so long and what he might think if he sees me with Jude. I also worried about what might happen on the pitch I know it's usually an intense match and I don't want anything to happen to Jude out there.

By the time I arrived in Barcelona it wasn't long until the match was due to start so I quickly made my way to the hotel I booked for the night as there are no trains back until the morning. I just about had time to freshen up a bit and change into my Bellingham shirt which Jude gave me especially for this game even though I already own quite a few. There wasn't time for me to do much else so I quickly brushed my hair and left the hotel to make my way to the stadium. It took a bit longer to get there than I'm used to as Barcelona aren't playing at camp nou at the moment but I still made it with a good amount of time until the match.

As I arrived I text Jude to let him know I arrived safely because he made me promise to do so before he left this morning. Typically just after I made it to my seat he text me back and told me to come and see him before the warm up. I didn't particularly know where I was going but eventually I found my way down the tunnel and to Jude who was waiting for me outside the locker room. As soon as he saw me coming he opened his arms so that he was ready to engulf me in a hug as soon as I was within his reach. Jude hugged me so tightly that my feet came off the floor for a few seconds which I didn't expect but I should've as Jude always gives the best hugs. When he put me down he kept his arms around me while looking down at me with a big smile on his face.

"Thank you for coming here I know you were nervous but having you here means the world to me" he said

"You don't don't need to thank me I wanted to be here I'm not going to let the past get in the way of me being here for you" I said

"I can't believe it's my first proper el Classico" Jude said

"I know please be careful out there though things can get pretty feisty and I don't want you getting hurt" I warmed him

"I promise I'll be careful you don't have to worry about me" he said

"I always worry about you" I said

"Well don't" he laughed

Our conversation had to come to an end quite quickly as it was time for warm up but Jude being Jude couldn't leave me without pulling me in for a kiss. He gave me one kiss before I pulled him back in to give him a good luck kiss. Vini came out of the locker room just as we pulled away from each other so Jude told him to wait as he bid me goodbye and slapped my ass as he left which if I could've I would have told him off for. As I turned round to head back to my seat I saw Pedri coming towards me. I felt all of the blood drain from my face as he definitely saw me and Jude together. Even though I said I didn't want the past go get in the way of me coming here that didn't mean I wouldn't be thinking about it and panicking when I saw Pedri. I'm not sure why seeing him made me so anxious but it did it also brought back a lot of memories especially of the heartbreak the man just down the corridor caused me. I was frozen to the spot but as Pedri walked past he smiled at me so I weakly smiled back.

By the time I made it to my seat I was glad it was just the warm up as I needed a few minutes to gather my thoughts but that's all I had as time seemed to disappear in seconds and before I knew it the match was starting. Barcelona scored early on but apart from that the first half was relatively uneventful there was a few bad tackles here and there but nothing crazy. The second half came around quickly though and about 15 minutes in Jude scored to make it level. Watching him score in el Classico and dedicate his goal to me filled me with an overwhelming sense of pride. I thought nothing could wipe the smile off my face until a few minutes later Gavi tackled Jude and before I knew it he was face to face with Pedri clearly arguing. As much as it could've been about anything instantly I was worried that Pedri had said something or was mad as Jude had dedicated his goal to me. They were pulled apart and the game went on with Jude scoring yet another goal to give Madrid the win in the end.

While the team were celebrating I stayed in the stands to watch but once they started heading down the tunnel I slowly made my way there so I could meet Jude after he was ready so we could celebrate together. I knew I would be waiting a while so I looked at my phone while I stood there reading all of the tweets about the game and how well Jude played which put a big smile on my face. As I was stood there a lot of people walked back and forth and there was a lot of noise but I drowned it all out until I heard a familiar voice calling my name. Straight away I knew it was Pedri but I was still hoping that when I looked up someone else would be stood there but of course that didn't happen. There he was stood just a few feet in front of me with that smile that reminded me of our early days together when we were both having fun getting to know each other. Somehow being face to face with him wasn't quite as nerve wracking as I thought it would be sure I was a little anxious as to what he was going to say but I didn't feel like the world was going to end.

"Hey it's been a while how have you been?" He asked

"I've been good how have you been?" I asked

"Yeah I've been good what brings you to the match?" He asked getting straight to the point

"I'm here to support Jude I met him a while back and we've been together for nearly a year now" I said telling him the truth

"I'm happy for you" he muttered

"Look I know you have a new boyfriend now but I have to say I'm sorry for how I ended things it wasn't right for me to lead you on for that long and I really regret it you are such an amazing girl and I regret letting you go the way I did" he admitted

"It's ok it hurt at the time but I'm over it now you did what was best for you and that's ok" I said

"Does Jude make you happy?" He asked

"He does he's really sweet and supportive and we're always on the same page overall we have a really healthy relationship" I said

"I'm glad you're happy but I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to make you feel that way" he said

"We just weren't meant to be you'll find your person one day Pedri and you can be just as happy as I am and you deserve it too" I said

He unexpectedly gave me a hug before leaving probably to head home. For a few seconds I was drowning in my own thoughts which had clearly all be pushed to the back of my mind during my conversation with Pedri. Once I had my thoughts under control I felt so much better it was as if talking to him finally gave me a sense of closure. We were able to talk about what happened without emotions clouding our judgement or trying to be petty to get back at each other it was just a normal adult conversation. It was nice to hear him apologise and acknowledge that he didn't go about things in the best way as it sort of validated my feelings at the time. As much as Pedri caused me pain I don't hate him he's still a lovely person so as much as we weren't meant to be that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a healthy relationship and I hope he knows that after our conversation.

Just a few minutes later Jude finally came out of the locker room of course with a big smile on his face. I always love seeing him all happy after a win just his smile always brightens my day which I thought I'd need today but I'm actually ok. Jude hugged me and gave me a quick kiss before rambling on about the game like I wasn't sat watching it which he always does but I find it endearing. As he talked he kept remembering more things he wanted to tell me so we spent a good while stood in the corridor outside the locker rooms talking, well he was talking at me. Eventually he stopped talking but not before he told me he was allowed to stay the night here with me instead of going back so we got to head to my hotel together. Once we were in a taxi to the hotel Jude finally allowed me to get a word into the conversation.

"Did you enjoy the game?" He asked

"Yeah it was great you played so well I'm so proud of you" I said

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long we were all celebrating and I just couldn't leave nothing happened while I was gone did it?" He asked

"I did see Pedri we had a good conversation actually he apologised for treating me the way he did and I told him I'm happy with you now which he seemed to accept it felt good to talk to him I feel like that part of my life is completely over now" I said

"That's good I'm glad you got closure on that chapter of your life" he said

"I have to ask though what were you arguing about on the pitch?" I questioned

"Oh it was nothing he was standing up for Gavi saying there was nothing wrong with his challenge but I disagreed nothing major I had a quick word with him after the game and all is good" he explained

"Good I'm glad everyone can all get along now" I said

By the time we made it to the hotel both of us were exhausted so we got straight into bed and went to sleep. I was actually able to get off to sleep really easily as unlike the last few days my mind was at rest there was no more anxiety or worry everything finally feels perfect.

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #football imagine

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA Kicking my brother's gf's shoes every night? This is stupid and petty and I almost definitely am but curious how much of a dick I'm being.

My younger brother's gf has been staying with us most of the week for close to a year now. She doesn't officially live here, it's just constant, several day long "sleepovers", but she makes herself at home and helps herself to food that I bought for myself, borrows my things without asking (she took my fucking boots!! I had to walk to an appointment in ankle deep snow in slides), she takes over an hour the bathrooms in the mornings + long ass baths whenever, and when she's bored and my brother's not home she'll just come into my room. She's a very nice person overall, I've known her since she was little and I think she just sees herself as part of our family and has gotten overly comfortable, I'm just tired of having her around me constantly. But if I say anything it'll probably start shit with my brother + I legit don't want to hurt her feelings worse than I have.

To get to the shoe thing, she leaves her shoes right in front of the door and I usually trip over them when I come home from work. One day I just kicked them across the room, and now that's been part of my routine when I come home.

Originally she and my bro just assumed it was our cats, but now she's thinking it might be one of my parents being passive aggressive about her being here too much. AITA to keep kicking her shoes and making her feel unwanted in our house? I'm nice to her the rest of the time which might just make this worse.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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darrysfav · 10 months

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HCS of Darry Curtis dating a greaser because i love the idea of him dating one

WARNINGS : mentions of addiction - drinking and smoking, and mentions of hurting people but it’s kinda there

• They met in high school because they had to do a project together.

• Darry knew she was rude but didn’t care one bit and she appreciated that.

• She definitely gave him her number because she thought he was cute and actually treated her right.

• Darry introduced her to his parents before they passed and they were really happy about it.

• After they passed though, she did everything to help Darry, Pony, and Soda.

• She LOVES pony and soda.

• She actually has a soft spot for those three.

• I am so convinced though that she has scolded Ponyboy so many times because of how he treats Darry.

• Also for smoking so much but he brings up the fact that she smokes 2x worse than he does so she doesn’t argue as much.

• But Soda had made it his life’s mission to make her love him and she does.

• She barely gets on his ass for doing anything and Pony HATES IT.

• He has definitely told Darry about it but he scolded him about it so.

• They both call her ma’ 🫶🏼.

Ok now time for the gang.

• I have an hc that the gang doesn’t know about her at ALL.

• and it’s not because Darry is afraid to show her off to them, it’s mostly because he’s scared that it’s going to scare them off.

• also because he knows that she knows Dally in some way.

• I like to believe that Dally met her through the Shepherds and tried to flirt with her but she threatened to kill him if he didn’t quit.

• and honestly he didn’t until she actually almost attacked him.

• he became scared of her fully whenever he found out what she had done to a group of socs that tried to jump her so.

• And the rest of the gang had saw what had happened to those socs so they stood FAR AWAY.

• They found out that her and Darry were dating whenever they were both auguring about taxes ( they both just wanted them done honestly and they just walked in ) .

• Johnny wasn’t as shocked because he kinda figured Darry had an gf but didn’t say anything.

• But Two-Bit, Steve, and Dally OH MY LORD.

• Two was hysterical about it because he couldn’t believe that Darry had an girl but stopped completely after they both stared him down.

• Steve was in honest shock because he couldn’t believe that Darry was dating an greaser but hey, he wasn’t complaining.

• Dally was in disbelief when he saw them both and was slightly terrified because he thought she probably had told Darry about him.

• But after all that they warmed up to her

• She basically became the person of advice when it came to fighting.

• and she grew an soft spot all of them especially Johnny :(.

• Also had tried to stop Two from drinking so much but always found herself drinking with him.

• Darry had even fell more in love with her after seeing how she treated the gang.

Now time for the sad parts

• after pony had ran away she got in a fight with Darry because he hit but she also assured him that he was coming home.

• When Johnny had gotten hurt she had visited him so many times just to talk to him.

• and sometimes had saw Dally and basically just sat there in silence with him just to let him know that she would be there with him.

• When Dally and Johnny died she had felt like shit.

• She was so upset that she started to smoke and drink herself away basically.

• But had stopped after Darry cried to her that he couldn’t her too.

#darry curtis x reader #darrel curtis x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders headcanons #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #johnny cade #I wanted this to be sad #I have so much more hcs btw so

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ediyoonoh · 1 year

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Can We Go Back?

Bf!Jaehyun x Gf!reader; 1.4k words; taglish fic

GENRE: established relationship, angst, smut

WARNING: this fic contains smut (pwp, oral sex, and unprotecred sex) and use of foul language!

SUMMARY: You noticed how your boyfriend neglects your relationship

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry taking so long to post another fic. Anw, I was listening Dojaejung’s album (it’s a bop) when this idea sparked in my head. This fic may contain typo and grammatical errors. Anw, I hope you enjoy reading and lemme know your thoughts!

MINORS DNI!!

MASTERLIST

Noong nakaraang linggo, ikaw at ang nobyo mong si Jaehyun ay nagkaroon ng malaking away.

“How many times do I have to explain to you that it doesn’t simply work like that?” inis niyang tanong sa’yo. Alam mong demanding ang trabaho ng lalaki kaya it’s given that you can’t really spend time together unlike other couples. Alam mo rin na mahalaga sa kaniya ang trabaho na ‘to kaya you try your best to support and understand him.

Pero recently, you felt he was distant ever since his boss announced he’s a candidate for a new promotion in their company. For weeks, you can’t help but to notice him getting home later than usual. The dinner you cooked for him left untouched, and you falling asleep on the bed that is seemingly spacious than ever.

“Pero Jaehyun, ang akin lang is I feel like I’m the only one left in this relationship. For fuck’s sake we live under the same roof but why do I feel like I live alone? Hindi ba ako makihingi ng konting oras man lang para makasama ang boyfriend ko?” naiiyak mong tanong sa kaniya.

Napansin mong nabigla siya nang nakita niya ang naluluha mong mga mata pero mas pinairal pa rin niya ang kaniyang ego. “Stop being so petty Y/N, you know ‘di lang sa’yo naikot mundo ko,” he rebutted. Ikaw naman ang nagulat ngayon sa sinabi niya, how could he?

Hindi tumigil ang sagutan niyong mag-nobyo at nagsimula na rin tumaas ang boses niyo to the point it was too much for the both of you.

“I can’t take this anymore Y/N, I’m gonna stay at Jungwoo’s for a while to clear our minds up,” mahinang sambit ng lalaki bago niya kunin ang susi ng kotse at bahay.

Noong naka-alis na siya, ‘di mo na pinigilan ang pag-hagulgol hanggang makatulog ka sa sofa.

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Tatlong araw na ‘di umuuwi ang si Jaehyun sa bahay niyo.

Matutulog ka na sana nang bigla mong narinig ang pag-bukas ng pinto. Umuwi na si Jaehyun.

Hindi mo alam kung ano ang sasabihin kaya pinili mong ‘di siya pansinin at nagpatuloy na lamang pumasok sa kwarto. “Babe Y/N?” tawag sa’yo ng lalaki.

Dinedma mo siya kaya laking gulat mo nang may pumulupot na braso sa baywang mo. You stayed like that for a while until you heard him sobbing. “Jae?” hinarap mo siya at napansin mo ang namamaga niyang mga mata dahil sa pag-iyak. You were surpised because he isn’t the type of person to shed tears.

“Can we go back?” mahinang tanong niya sa’yo. “Can we go back how we used to be?”

Tuluyan ng umiyak ang lalaki sa harap hanggang sa siya ay napaluhod. “Jae baby, please stand up” you bewilderedly said. Hindi ka niya pinaringgan kaya lumuhod ka na rin at hinawakan ang pisngi niya.

“Jae baby, stop crying, hm?” hindi mo na rin maiwasan ang umiyak muli noong narinig mong humihingi siya ng tawad sa’yo, “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he repeatedly said.

You didn’t say anything and just kissed him on the lips.

Fuck, am I making it worse? You thought because Jaehyun remained frozen when your lips met. Hihiwalay ka na sana nang binalik ng lalaki ang halik at yinakap ka pa ng mas mahigpit.

You’re making out with him with all the pent up emotions bottled inside you and he returns it with the same passion and emotions as you. “J-jae,” you moaned in the kiss.

“What is it baby?” he asks. You pushed him onto the floor and straddled him. “I miss you, Jae,” sagot mo sa kaniya habang pinupusan ang mga luha niya. “I wanna go back how we used to be as well,” dagdag mo.

Hinalikan mo muli siya at hinihimas mo rin ang kaniyang abs nang naramdaman mo ang kaniyang tumitigas na tite. You started grinding on his cock pero hinawakan muli ng nobyo mo ang iyong bawyang and made you stop your motion.

“F-fuck babe, wait hold on,” bulong niya at ikaw ang inihiga sa sahig. “Let me make up to you,” he said as he started leaving marks on your neck, and later on, his arms crawled toward the garter of your sweatpants signaling to take it off.

Sinunod mo naman ito at tuluyan ng hinubad ang pambaba mo, pati na rin ang panty mo. Hinalikan din ng lalaki ang dibdib, tiyan, at hita mo hanggang sa huminto ito sa puke mo.

“Jae, I need you please,” you begged.

Hindi na nagdalawang isip si Jaehyun at sinimulang kainin ang namamasa mong ari. He was eating you out like a starved man that made you grab his hair. Napaungol naman ang lalaki sa ginawa mo.

Pinasok na ng nobyo mo ang dalawang daliri nito na naging resulta ng mas malakas mong pag-ungol. “Tangina ang sarap, please don’t stop baby,” you moaned with his hair still on you hand. Luckily, Jaehyun showed no signs of stopping that made you hit your climax like a truck.

“I’m cumming Jae, fuck!” sigaw mo habang nanginging ang buong katawan mo.

Hinawakan ka ng lalaki to make sure na ayos ka lang, “That’s it baby, atta girl,” he whispered while caressing your hair.

Nanghihina ka pagkatapos mong labasan ngunit parang nakukulangan ka pa, lalo ng naramdaman muli ang matigas niyang tite sa hita mo. “I need you inside me, baby,” you said softly while you touched his cock through his jeans.

“Anything for my girl,” he groaned. How can he deny you when you said it with your hazy eyes staring back at him?

Noong hinubad na ni Jaehyun ang kaniyang pantalon at boxera, he quickly aligned his cock to your entrance. “I’m going in gently, tell me if it hurts,” he said before inserting his cock in you. Hinawakan mo na lamang ang braso niya dahil sa kaunting kirot na dulot ng malaki niyang tite.

Sinimulan na rin niya ang pag-bayo ng mabagal at tiningnan ang iyong mukha na sarap na sarap. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby,” Jaehyun moaned. Maya-maya, binilisan na rin ng lalaki ang pag-kantot sa’yo at nakipag-momol sa’yo.

‘Di mo namalayan na humihigpit ang hawak mo sa kanyang braso dahil nararamdam mo uli ang paparating mong orgasm. “Baby I’m close,” you whimpered against his lips.

Jaehyun lowered himself onto you, “Let it go baby, I’m here…I’m not going anywhere.”

Pinulupot mo ang iyong mga hita sa kaniyang baywang and you finally felt your second orgasm coming. Jaehyun whispered sweet nothings as you ride your second orgasm and kissed your lips once again.

The man felt your walls fluttering and clenching him more during your climax that’s why he quickly came inside you. He then gradually stopped thrusting into you and removed his cock just to see your juices mixed together leaking out of you.

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Pagkatapos, binuhat ka ni Jaehyun patungo sa banyo upang paliguan ka.

Tinanggal niya ang mga natitira niyong damit at pinaupo ka sa covered toilet. “Let me wash you real quick, babe,” he said as he filled the loofah with your favorite bodywash.

Pinagmamasdan mo lamang ang nobyo mo habang dahan-dahan niyang kinukuskos ang legs mo. Dahil dito naluluha ka muli kasi naisip mo muli ang nangyaring alitan sa pagitan niyong dalawa. “Shh baby, stop crying na, I’m here na oh. I’m home with you again” he said with a reassuring smile.

Tumango ka at sinimulan ng lalaki banlawan ang katawan mo. Siya na rin ang kumuha ng tuwalya at mga bagong mong damit upang punasan at bihisan ka.

You’re now cuddling in your bed while Jaehyun mindlessly draw circles on your hips. Tinignan mo siya and pecked his nose, “I’m glad we fixed us,” you said that made him smile.

“I’m not a perfect man, babe. I make mistakes but I’ll try harder to become a better man, for us. For you,” he said while stroking your cheeks. “I love you”.

“I love you too Jaehyun,” you replied back.

[FIN.]

ediyoonoh '23

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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oooh if you’re up for fluffy #10 with eddie but it’s eddie trying to make cookies for his gf with a sweet tooth but fails and then more fluff

I am for sure up for fluff! I hope this is what you were looking for, and if it is not please let me know! I will gladly rewrite it.

“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

Eddie could easily tell Y/N was having a bad day. She'd usually smile at him every second, laugh at every joke he'd tell at lunch, and peck his lips before every class. Her lips were frowning this morning, and a fake small laugh would leave her lips at his horrible joke, and his lips had been lonely since last night. He wasn't sure what made her upset. He didn't know if she woke up upset, or as the day went on, it was not working in her favor. And the worst part is that he's been running to every class and barely saw her all day. It's like she was replaced by someone who was not his girlfriend.

He quickly sat down at the hellfire lunch table and realized she had not sat down yet, her spot was still vacant.

"Okay, does anyone know why my girl is so upset today?' Eddie asked out loud, hoping someone had an idea why she was so upset.

"I'm glad you noticed. I was getting worried. She didn't bring me my usual "good luck on your test" note, and I truly believe I failed that test because of it. Dustin answered.

Eddie rolled his eyes at the dramatic ending of his sentence, but the anxiety in his chest got worse when he heard she'd been weird with everyone. But secretly, he was happy to know that it wasn't him that was the problem.

"Yeah, I saw her crying in the hallway while she talked to Chrissy. Maybe she knows? " Mike butted in.

Eddie loudly clapped and pointed at Mike "You are a genius. Of course, the best friend would know. " He loudly exclaimed, causing eyes to drift towards him, but he shrugged it off. The chair next to him scraped against the floor loudly, and a heavy body plumped down with a sigh. His brown puppy eyes looked over to Y/N as she pulled out a textbook. His eyes grew more worried when he noticed she didn't even kiss him.

"Jesus Eddie, you gave me a heart attack." she clenched her chest. On any other day, Eddie would laugh, but today he was too worried about Y/N.

"Hey, baby." He softly smiled. He knew better than to ask her what was wrong in front of an audience, so for now, he would simply be gentler and sweeter than usual. He decided his heart hurt too much from the absence of her lips in the past 24 hours, so he quickly leaned in and tasted her lips. He felt her smile and kiss him back. But she pulled away faster than usual, and the smile was gone before he could blink. He grabbed her shaking hand under the table and placed it on his knee. It was a common way for her to comfort him, but sometimes just feeling him would comfort her. And he hoped the small gesture would help her feel more at ease. The group quickly fell into a discussion, but Eddie's eyes stayed on her the whole time.

Once the final bell rang, Eddie quickly moved in the direction of Chrissy's locker. "What's wrong with her?" Chrissy practically jumped out of her skin at the voice coming from over her shoulder.

"She's just having a hard day. I guess her parents got on her ass for getting a B on her last test. Her brother has been trying to get her to break up with you and convince his parents that you will just break her heart. And well, her favorite ponytail broke and she started sobbing in the hallway, but I think that was the final snap. " Eddie's heart hurt hearing that his girlfriend was going through so much and he didn't know. Granted, he wasn't able to see her after he dropped her off last night after their first date. He wondered why she didn't call; she knew he'd always answer the phone no matter what time it was. He also felt anger towards her asshole brother. That guy has been on their necks about their relationship since the very beginning.

Eddie thanked her for the information and raced to his van. Y/N was getting a ride from Steve since her work shift started pretty much right after school. Having a few hours before she got off, Eddie headed to the store. He paced down the baking aisle, looking at the many different cookie choices. He has never seen so many damn flavors in his life. Peanut butter? No, she hates peanut butter. Sugar? Well, that just seemed boring. Snickerdoodle? That sounded like a dog breed. Oatmeal? Yuck. Lastly, he saw chocolate chips. You can't go wrong with chips, right?

Wrong! Baking cookies was a lot harder than Eddie thought it would be. He cracked eggs, and half the shell went into the bowl. He tried to dig them out until Wayne told him that it ruined the eggs. He tried to soften the butter but ended up putting metal in the microwave. Wayne was not pleased with that one. He tried to measure out the oil and it slipped from his hands because they were greasy from the damn bottle. At one point, Wayne kicked him out of the kitchen and sent him to the couch while he fixed and cleaned the kitchen. "Okay Eddie, they are done in 20 minutes. Do not forget. " And he was out the door for work.

Eddie forgot about the cookies. He went to his bedroom with the idea of cleaning it up before his girlfriend arrived. but got sidetracked when a new idea popped into his head. And before he knew it, the smell of something burning took him away from his thoughts. "FUCK," he yelled as he raced to the kitchen. And sure enough, his cookies were very burned, like black. Eddie sighed heavily. All he wanted to do was make his girlfriend cookies, and he couldn't even do that.

Y/N was trying to survive the day. She missed Eddie and was looking forward to spending the night with him in his arms. All she needed was to be held and told that all would be okay. As Steve dropped her off at Eddie's trailer, she noticed many of the windows were open. She walked in confused. Her heart melted at the sight of her boyfriend holding a plate of something black in the shape of a circle with a beautiful smile on his face. "What are you up to, baby?" She asked as she kissed his lips. His smile silently faded.

"Well, I knew you were having a bad day, and you always say a sweet treat would make you feel better when you were young, so I thought I'd try it, and well, it was a disaster." He laughed.

Her heart had turned into a puddle at her feet, and if she didn't walk carefully, she'd slip in it. Her eyes got wet and she cried for the second time that day. Seeing the tears, Eddie quickly put the plate on the counter and cupped her cheeks.

"Hey no, don't cry. I promise you don't have to eat them." He tried to joke, and it landed. A watery laugh left her lips, and it was real. His stomach flips at the sound, and his own smile lights up his face. His eyes studied her face with adoration.

"Good tears baby, I can't believe you'd do all of this just because I had a bad day." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself close. Feeling his body heat cover her everywhere.

He kissed her head with a soft caress. "Well, of course, I did. I love you and want you to feel better on your bad days. "

Let's just say her day got so much better.

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deltadarlingf1 · 8 months

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On the Reality of Dating a Famous/Wealthy Man:

I was going to post this on Twitter but decided I wanted to a do a long form post. So an explanation of this tweet, which was inspired by the screenshot just below it:

First a disclaimer: I am not at ALL saying Mick is anything like the men I'm about to talk about (I genuinely doubt it). I'm using this response to him hard-launching his relationship as an example of the mindset I see in a LOT of the young female F1 fans. If you read the gossip blogs, you've seen posts like this and worse, particularly on Charles, Pierre, Danny, and Carlos's gfs.

As I said in my tweet, if these young girls knew what it can be like behind closed doors for the WAGs of the rich and the famous, they probably wouldn't make statements like this.

I see a lot of younger fans here on social media posting their imagines and fan fics, and as someone a bit older than them, it does worry me. I know for most people it's simple fantasy and fun, but when I see things like the above I know there are some younger girls that really just don't get it.

My aim in posting this is that maybe it'll be a bit of a reality check for some of those girls. And I don't mean that in a bullying way, I mean that in a "please don't look at these smiling pretty girls with the closet full of designer, perfect body, and seemingly perfect life and feel bad about yourself" way.

Lastly, how do I know any of what I'm about to talk about? I wish I was just chatting shit, but I have lived through all of what I'm posting below as the daughter of a "man" of wealth. His money came from corporate life, not fame, but when you have as much as my "father" did/does, you rub elbows with the famous. Everything I detail below happened to me, my mother, and the wives of my "father"'s coworkers. I'm now watching history repeat itself as I've moved up the corporate ladder and find myself around millionaires and billionaires on a regular basis.

1. The "Starter Wife" Phenomenon

In wealthy circles there's the concept of a "Starter Wife". This is the woman wealthy/famous men marry because they were high school sweethearts, worked together early on, or they dated before the man had his "come up". Sometimes men marry these women and have kids for the SOLE purpose of having the "Family Man" persona. For famous men, this can be good PR. For wealthy men, this can boost their career.

A lot of these men fucking HATE their wives. By the time they have money, they want the freedom of single life back. They can now afford their "dream woman" and loathe being "stuck" with their current wife because of it. Leading to:

2. Serial Cheating

These men have all the money and resources they need to live a double life. Not to mention built-in time and an alibi: They're on the road all the time for their job, work trips, events, etc. No time unaccounted for because they're always working.

Some of those work trips to wine-and-dine clients include runs to the local strip club, escorts, and in some cases some of those escorts are of INCREDIBLY questionable age (in reality, they are victims of trafficking). Again, I wish I was talking out of my ass, I have seen this shit with my own eyes and wish to the Gods I hadn't. Then there's also:

3. Domestic Violence

This is bad enough when it's a wealthy man whose built that "Family Man" persona to protect himself, but it's even worse when they're famous. No one believes the victims, in some cases the woman is financially stuck and can't just take the kids and run when it happens.

And for some women it hard to leave the man they thought their partner was and, yes, to let the lifestyle go. Speaking of the lifestyle there's:

4. The Loneliness

This is a big one for the F1 girlies I see posting their imagines and fanfics and what not. The fairytale of "he'll make time for me because he loves me and I'd be special. I'd be different."

These men are busy as shit. That Cartier Bracelet you envy on these girls is often a "sorry I missed your birthday". The big bouquet of roses is a "sorry I had to leave our trip early." Yes, we know the joke "well at least I can cry in a Ferrari", but that shit will wear on you more than you can believe. I can't tell you growing up how hurt I was when my performances were missed, major dates were forgotten, or my proud life updates were met with "yeah, uh-huh, hold on I have to take this call."

Of course there are good times, of course there's memories you'll cling to, but when you're out, you often realize how alone you felt in the relationship. Lastly, and most poignant with this F1 WAG nonsense:

5. Keeping Up Appearances

You're no longer your own person in a relationship with these men, you are an extension of them. With famous men, you're a part of their "branding".

You have to look a certain way, act a certain way, talk to the right people, have the right friends. In the corporate-wealth world, that means making your partner look good, playing the part of the trophy wife and perfect mother. Smile in front of those coworkers that you know just spent the last business trip drinking, gambling, and cheating on their wives. Wear the right dress to the corporate dinner to make his coworkers envy him, but don't dress too sexy or he'll grow angry and think you're trying to cheat.

If you're dating someone famous, by the GODS, you better look immaculate in every post. You better be there to support him at his events, but if you're there too often you're "attention-seeking". You better have model good-looks, but if you ARE a model, you're "a jobless loser trying to profit on him". Don't post him on your IG, but if you happen to post that you're in the same city as him, you're "dropping hints". If he posts you, it's only because you "probably begged him to".

It's a maddening dance where you cannot win for losing. And once you break up, enjoy letting the world decide if he should have stayed with you, or if they're relieved that he finally got away from "that selfish bitch".

Do what you will with the above. I just wanted to get it off my chest. But I do hope that maybe, MAYBE, it'll give someone that needs it some perspective.

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azurlily · 6 months

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Dont ask where this came from, but I was tired and came across a tumblr post abt means lesbians. My first thought was, mean lesbian gf smut???." So now you get: Mean Lesbian NSFW!

She's a bit of a yandere, but that's okay we love her anyways.

TW: The three G's. Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss!

Mean Lesbian

NSFW

[ML stands for Mean Lesbian, I dont have a name for this character yet.]

The whole Mean lesbian stereotype never fit in my eyes, I mean becoming nice for the sake of your girlfriend? Yeah no, how about making your girlfriend worse than you, for the sake of yourself? That's right up my alley, but when you like a girl that's as sweet as apple pie...it takes time to get her to your pace.

"All I'm saying is that she deserved it, I don't care if people think I'm doing it because I like her. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. She was flirting with you."

Very recently a bunch of nude pictures of some random girl had gotten out around school. The culprit being none other than ML, she'd been out snd proud about it. Knowing damn well no one could, nor would do shit. Her daddy has money, her moms a lawyer, how are you meant to fight someone like that?

You aren't, and that's the point. No on is meant to be able to fight someone with power like that. So no one does, and ML likes it that way. No matter how much her sweetheart disagrees.

Quiet whimpers and soft sighs bang around the room, while ML was having her little monologue her girlfriend was in a sticky situation.

On her knees, head laying against ML's thighs, a thick ball gag in her mouth, and pink silk adorning her skin. Soft cries attempt to leave the girls mouth, although it's all in vain. ML runs her hand through the girls hair, and dark smirk on her face.

"Oh pretty girl, my baby girl. You look beautiful you know, you look like a piece of art. Ready to be torn in two, just for me..."

Fake innocence runs thickly in her voice, she wants you to think she pitys you. She wants your dumb brain to think she cares,(which she does) think she loves your weak, useless body.

ML's hand grab at your body, slowly pulling you up on the bed. She's picked up heavier girls than you, she used to be a cheerleader and then she didn't even enjoy picking them up. She gently sets you up, just on her lap. Soft hands running up and down your back, up and down your ass.

Her face is bright red, while ML has had plenty of girls in her bed before, you're her favorite. Which is exactly why she made you her public girlfriend a while ago. Well, you don't know you're her girlfriend, but everyone else does. That's good enough for her!

You feel two long fingers press against your entrance, her long slender fingers scoop up some of your slick. She puts the two fingers in her mouth and sucks on them. She continues this activity by rubbing you with her fingers, giving you just the tiniest sparks of pleasure. Then taking it all away as she tastes you.

You whine louder and louder, you like foreplay but this was too much. You'd pass out before even getting to actually cum as this rate! You whine and attempt to move around, quickly remembering how she has you tied up.

Your arms tied behind your back, your feet tied but not your legs. She wants easy access, one of the rops running down your back onto your ass. And tightly around your chest. ML mentally praises herself for such amazing work.

ML hears your whines and sees your breaking point arising.

"Oh, I know baby, you wanna cum so badly! So let's make a game out of this, I'm going to take that pretty gag off and ask you a few questions. For everyone you get right; I fuck you more. For every wrong answer; I spank you. Seem fair?"

ML didn't wait for you to nod your head, she took the gag off and asked the first question:

"Am I better at fucking you than your exes?"

You feel two long finger slide inside of you, while her other hand is on your ass. She's just waiting for a wrong answer, or maybe she's waiting to reward you...

"Y-yes you're better than them!"

You answered as honestly as possible, and you were greatly rewarded for it. You feel her fingers pump in and out of you, you whine loudly as moves them through you at a painstaking slow pace. She slows even more as she asks the second question:

"Good answer. Second question is easy: would you ever cheat on me...or have you?"

Cheat? You two aren't even dating, right? Right? You ponder for a second too long and a sharp hand slams down on your ass. Your cry out, but it doesn't matter and she does it once more. After the second time she stops, you don't dare move or speak for that matter. Her fingers stop and you almost cry at the loss, you dont though because you know what would happen.

"You took too long to answer, I'm talking it as a yes. And because of that I'll be asking something different for my third question. Were you actually flirting with that girl, hm? Or did I just take it the wrong way and...accidentally ruin her reputation?"

There wasn't any anger in her voice, quote the opposite, she was happy and you knew damn why. You've seen how obsessed she gets over someone, you're the example after all. The worst part is that you hated that girl, that's exactly why you were in fact flirting with her. You knew exactly what she would do, and you loved it.

"I- I was flirting with her, why are you jealous? Green isn't a good color on you-"

She gently flicks you on the back of your head, you don't need to look up to know the look on her face. Angry with a hint if pride.

"Hm, wrong answer."

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kabie-whump · 1 month

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✧･ﾟRipe, About to Fall - Part 8 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance.

Title from ‘Liquid Smooth’ by Mitski

Series

First | Previous

Chapter Summary: Onthyes goes home. Ventis faces his punishment.

Chapter Content: Drug withdrawals, head injury, domestic abuse, character death mentions (Ventis still thinks Onthyes is dead), branding aftermath

Onthyes does not belong to me. He was created by my wonderful gf @sapphicccici and I have kidnapped him.

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“I know you’ve never been smart,” Onthyes’s father muttered, his fingers pinching his brow. “But fucking your boss’s pet? Are you deranged?”

Onthyes winced as his father’s physician dabbed at the wound on the back of his head with a damp cloth that smelled strongly of herbs and alcohol. Early morning light shone through the curtains, making a throbbing pressure grow behind his eyes. It had still been dark when he’d woken up in that alley with a head wound and stumbled back to his father’s place where he had to partake in the harrowing ordeal of telling the man what had happened.

His father seemed more concerned with the fact that Onthyes had lost his job and angered one of the most important men in the city than the fact that he was injured.

“I told you. We didn’t… do that. I never touched him.”

“No. You just decided to steal him away in the night. What were you going to do next? Sell him? Keep him for yourself?”

“You don’t understand, father. I was trying to help him. He was being abused. He wasn’t happy.”

“It was not your place to intervene.”

“I couldn’t just stand by-”

“Enough!”.

Onthyes’s mouth clamped shut.

“I need to start cleaning up the mess you made. Our reputation is salvageable, although you should lay low for a while. Get out of my sight.”

The physician finished cleaning and bandaging Onthyes’s head, and Onthyes found himself wandering into his bedroom. It had been years since he’d last slept in this room. It was just as tidy as he’d left it, and he could tell someone had dusted the furniture recently.

Onthyes sat down on the bed, rubbing his temples with a groan. The events of last night were fuzzy in his memory, but he remembered important little snippets.

Holding hands and sharing nervous smiles with Ventis as they snuck off into the night. A brush of cold lips against his. Then Athos. Always Athos.

Ventis was gone, surely back under Athos’s thumb, probably being punished. And Onthyes had to live with the knowledge that whatever Athos was doing to Ventis was his fault.

If only he could’ve just minded his own business. Played the part of a good house guard without getting distracted by the nearest pretty boy with sad eyes. If only he wasn’t bound by this stupid fucking hero complex.

“Onthyes?”

Onthyes looked up as his mother entered his bedroom, still looking just as young and graceful as she had the day he was born, unlike his father. His father bragged about her all the time; about how no matter how old he got she would always be the beautiful young elf on his arm. There was always resentment in her eyes when he said those things, but still she stayed.

She sat on the bed next to Onthyes and pulled him into a hug, his head on her chest. “It is so good to have you home,” she said into his curls. “But I heard about the circumstances of your return. Are you alright?”

“I’ve been better.”

“Let me see.”

Onthyes turned, sitting still and quiet while his mother pulled the bandages aside and examined his wound. Her fingers were warm when she touched it and whispered the familiar words of a healing spell. His headache receded.

“Your father tells me you tried to steal Athos Landleigh’s slave. Is that true?”

“Not steal,” Onthyes corrected. “Only objects can be stolen. I was trying to free him.”

His mother’s smile was full of warmth as he turned to face her again. “It was a brave thing to do. I am very proud of you.”

Onthyes shook his head. “I failed. Athos took him back. I probably made things much worse for him.”

His mother’s brow furrowed. “You’ve only failed if you’ve decided to give up. Are you giving up?”

“No.”

She laid a hand on his cheek. “That’s my little hero.”

✧･ﾟ Ventis’s POV ✧･ﾟ

Ventis rarely dreamed but he did that night. Onthyes’s face. Onthyes’s hands. Onthyes’s lips.

Onthyes was the first thing on his mind when he woke the morning after his failed escape attempt. Ventis had kissed him. He didn’t know why he did it, just that he had felt for the first time in years that he actually wanted to kiss someone and he’d acted on that urge. The kiss had been a tiny, fragile thing, but maybe it could have been more. If only they hadn’t been caught. Maybe Onthyes had been Ventis’s one chance of ever experiencing real love.

But he was dead now. He had to be. Ventis couldn’t imagine a reality in which Athos let such a transgression slide.

Onthyes was dead and it was all Ventis’s fault.

His back exploded with pain as bandages were peeled away. He’d been so caught up in his own mind he hadn’t even realized that it had been the feeling of being rolled over and the blankets being removed that had woken him.

Ventis let out a cry, trying to pull away from the source of the pain.

“Now, treasure. You know how unloved it makes me feel when you fight. Hold still please.” Athos’s hand landed on his hip, holding him in place as he continued to clean the brand on his back. It hurt so much worse today than it had last night. Probably because there had still been nightspill in his system last night, dulling at least some of the sensation.

Nightspill. He needed it. The familiar ache of withdrawal was already settling on top of him.

“Master,” Ventis whined as Athos redressed his wound. “Please.”

“What is it darling? Do you need something?”

Ventis peeked his face out from where he’d been hiding it in his pillow. Was he kidding? Athos administered nightspill for him every single morning. Sure, it was unusual that they’d ended up sleeping in Ventis’s room instead of Athos’s, but it was still part of their routine.

“My medicine,” Ventis reminded him. “It’s time.”

“Hm. I’m sorry, pet. After your little stunt last night I was under the impression you didn’t want me to provide for you anymore.”

So that’s how it’s going to be. Ventis would have been naive to assume that someone as petty as Athos wouldn’t seek retribution aside from the brand he’d already given him.

“I am sorry,” Ventis said, sitting up slowly in an effort to not upset his back. “I regret it. I will not do it again.”

“Too late.”

The coldness in Athos’s voice made Ventis flinch. “Master-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I have been lenient with you the past few years because you earned it by being so well behaved. My trust and affection are privileges that you have now lost. You will have to work to get them back.”

Ventis didn’t want Athos’s affection back. He didn’t want any of this. But what he wanted and what he needed didn’t always agree, and he needed nightspill.

“I understand,” Ventis said, doing his best to keep his voice soft and even despite the way his thoughts screamed at him to fight. “But please, I need my medicine. You know what happens when I don’t take it.”

Already Ventis could feel lightning crackling through his veins, threatening to escape him without warning. If left unchecked, his storm magic would tear this mansion to the ground.

Maybe he should just let it happen.

“It’s sweet of you to worry, but I’ve got it covered. Come now, we’ve slept in long enough.”

By midday, Ventis was back in his usual place, lounging at his master’s feet while the man held court with some business partners in one of his sitting rooms. His wrist was decorated with a new piece of jewelry, locked into place and engraved with runes that glowed every time his magic threatened to surge to the surface. These moments of suppression brought on waves of dizzying pain, but the pain faded into the background when compared to everything else.

The burn throbbed angrily on Ventis’s back, making itself known any time he shifted. And the lack of nightspill in his system left him painfully aware of his surroundings. Every light was too bright. Every sound was too loud. He flinched at the slightest touch, something which Athos seemed to find some sort of sick enjoyment in and made a point of provoking as much as he could.

Ventis wanted - needed - to be blissfully numb again. Unfiltered reality was just too overwhelming. Too painful.

Ventis leaned his head back on Athos’s knee, suppressing a sob. His skin was beaded with sweat and he couldn’t stop shivering. It didn’t help that whatever these men were discussing was so painfully boring. There was nothing to keep him distracted.

“Is your companion alright, Athos?” one of the droning voices asked. “He looks…”

Shit. Athos had trained Ventis to walk a thin line, keeping a careful balance between being an elegant addition to Athos’s grandeur and not being a distraction. He was supposed to be admired, but never the center of attention unless Athos presented him as such.

This was not the sort of attention he was supposed to draw.

Athos’s hand found Ventis’s hair, stroking in what seemed to be an affectionate gesture at first but quickly became a painful fist in his hair. Ventis gasped, then bit down on his lip.

“Pay him no mind,” Athos said dismissively. “He’s just begging for attention. He’s fine. Aren’t you, pet?”

Ventis swallowed hard as another wave of pain left him lightheaded and burning hot. He could hardly focus on staying upright, let alone forming words. “Yes master,” he managed to say through gritted teeth.

Athos’s hand squeezed harder, turning Ventis’s face in the direction of the man who had spoken. “Apologize for the disruption.”

I can’t do this. I’m going to pass out.

“S-Sorry.”

“Manners, pet.”

“I am sorry for the disruption, sir.” Hopefully no one noticed the tears that filled his eyes as he stumbled over the words.

The meeting resumed once again and Ventis was glad to have the attention turned away from his condition. He was usually so good at pretending to be alright, but without nightspill to keep his emotions at bay it only got progressively harder not to scream with every new wave of pain. By the time the meeting ended Ventis was barely conscious, shaking hard as he leaned his full weight against Athos’s legs.

Once the others had left Ventis tilted his head back so he could stare up at Athos with pleading eyes. “Please,” he croaked. “I can’t do this. I’m gonna die.”

Athos gave no indication he’d even heard Ventis, and Ventis finally broke down crying.

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ashersanity · 5 months

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I played Kylar's Halloween event again and I have so much to say- I reached Whitney's blowjob scene and for some reason, he shoved it up my PC's pussy??? 😭 What happened to giving him head? You cannot tell me he doesn't know about Kylar's breeding kink and wanted to take advantage of it Also, as much as I'm not a fan of cucking (yes, degenerates have their limits), I am so goddang curious about what would have happened if the gangbang actually went down (especially considering Vrelnir on the blog implied that Kylar's worst fear is seeing the PC get gangbanged), shit would hit the fan so fast I kind of felt bad for Kylar, but anything for you, Whitney I'd eat grass and moo for you too like a cow be a good slut I'm such a whore for him I swear, no shame - Degenerate anon :)

pft. degenerate anon having limits? I’m surprised to hear that ngl, but I guess every degenerate has their own even if they’re the #1 degenerate in the world.

I went on a tangent ramble as usual. fuck, help me.

quite possible the game mechanics made it so he just shoved that shit up your cunt with no warning, though I do like the idea of whitney purposely provoking kylar in attempt to piss them off. loves that dark look on their face hidden beneath their messy bangs, green eyes glaring right back at the bully.

of course, it’s all shits and giggles until the loner actually does snap.

if you want my honest opinion, I think kylar is in fact quite literally capable of killing a person for pc, if that wasn’t obvious enough on its own with the way they carry a knife around themselves at all times. only reason it hasn’t happened yet is probably bc vrel isn’t keen on that whole heavy violence/character death thing, it’s understandable. lowkey funny they made molestation and rape so casual though.

reason why the freak’s worst nightmare is pc getting gangbanged is due to the sense of helplessness they’d feel in that situation. only able to watch on as you get fucked by not one, no, multiple people all at once and they can’t do shit about it, forced to have the image ingrained into their head, the one they promise to cherish.

kylar wants to protect, love, control their beloved. if they fail to do that, then they are no less than anything in their eyes. no less than a scum.

and if it’s done by whitney of all people?

the motherfucker who’s turned their life into a living hell at school, bashing their small frame into lockers, knocking them up onto their knees?

the one who openly calls you ‘their slut?’

only one thing crosses through kylar’s mind at that moment.

they. are. going. to. fucking. kill. whitney.

the blond got off easy, really, just getting a tranquilizer stuck into the nape of their neck. kylar would’ve done so much worse if the game allowed them to.

may or may not shamelessly defend whitney at every turn in that event simply cuz it’s fem!whitney and I need to protect my hot delinquent gf away from the little gremlin. going “NO, NOT MY GIRLFRIEND, KYLAR!!!”

it’s so fucking ironic too, whitney isn’t really all that different than kylar, wouldn’t they also do the same at the sight of poor little pc helplessly getting fucked against their will by a hoard of people? they’re just as possessive as the freak if you ask me.

why else to they completely snap whenever that one student in math class is ‘looking’ at you too much, fisted hand ready to meet the fucker’s face as they slam that unfortunate kid on the desk. why else do they insist on fucking you after catching one of their friends making a pass at you, pissed look on the delinquent’s face, shoving their cronies filthy hands away only to pull you behind to school to ‘claim their territory’.

these two little idiots are a lot more similar than they’d like to admit, wanting you entirely to themselves, own every single inch of skin on your body, wanting your eyes on them and them only.

and by god, if they’re not going to fucking kill anyone who gets in the way of that.

#rambled quite a bit there #my bad #degenerate anon #I only have one word for you #freak.#pft #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #my pc shamelessly defending fem whitney #cuz im down bad #sorry kylar #need to protect my hot delinquent gf #asher gets asks

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