#not looking to argue so if u do i’m just gonna ignore it

[bloogers-boogers]

Hi! I have a lil au idea for you! Pretty much my first idea for Adam and Michael. Get the popcorn 'cause this is gonna be long.

Lucifer and Michael were quite invested in the two humans. Lucifer kept drooling over Lilith but Michael was the opposite. Something about Lilith's attitude just pissed him off. She was quite arrogant and bossy, always shooing his lover away or ordering him around to make him go away then telling Lucifer something else. Adam from the first moment adored Michael and Lucifer but Lilith also hated Michael.

Michael once made the mistake of calling Lilith out on her behaviour. A fight between Lucifer and Michael broke out. Fortunately it was broken up by Sera and no one got seriously hurt. Adam tried to ignore all the things Michael said but some things started to click. Adam distanced himself from Lilith and Lucifer.

Michael got punished, worsening his punishment by arguing with the elders about Lilith. He felt betrayed. They used to stand by him. They used to trust him but now, things are changing. Michael started to leave his office less and less 'til another fight broke out between Michael and Sera. Michael ended up leaving to the garden to meet Adam again. Adam told him that Lucifer told him that he is getting a new wife. A woman named "Eve". Michael was surprised. No one even told him about it. Lucifer and Lilith in the meantime are living their best lives in the garden. Eve was created and Adam hell for her like no other. He was finally happy.

Lilith got jealous and asked Luci to help him.

A couple of days went by and Adam was going to his lover with Michael to introduce him to her. They've found Eve but...she was on top of Lucifer, both of them red in the face. Michael was furious with his brother.

Eve tried to explain but all Adam said to her was "You're just like her" then ran away from the scene. Michael asked Lucifer if he was proud of himself but before Lucifer could answer, his brother was already gone.

Michael went after Adam and had an idea on the way. Maybe he could help Adam get revenge. Michael forged up an idea to manipulate Eve into eating the apple.

They did just that. Lilith got curious after seeing Eve's change in personality and ate the apple as well.

The elder angels found out and banished Eve and Lilith onto Earth, giving them help to create humanity on their own but other than that, they were on their own.

Michael and Adam were banished to hell for what they've done.

A long time later, Adam and Michael had a daughter, Charlie...

Ik it's just a swap au but it's kinda fun. I haven't yes Adam AND Michael in the places of Lucifer and Lilith yet.

Have a rose for reading all this:🌹

DUDE I SWEAR I READ THIS LIKE THREEE TIMES ALREADY I’m such a sucker for swap au and let me tell u this is the type of fic I’d read omygod lsbelwbdwñeb 💖💖💖

I love the idea that initially Lilith would hate Michael but eventually grow to like him once Adam deals settles in heaven (so not only Adam speaks of him but she has to meet up with him in the meetings so she eventually starts developing feelings for the king of hell), so in the exterminations maybe she’s the leader of the exterminators now? And she’d go there and try provoking Michael and flirting but Michael is so down bad for Adam he doesn’t even bat an eye!

Lucifer is literally being cucked as a great karma for what he did to Adam in this au! Like, Lilith is no longer in love with him but uses him to hold power in heaven (she literally picked Eve over him back in the garden). She also flirts with Adam at his arrival albdwlsbwlw at first it was just to be a bitch to him but eventually she genuinely wanted to score him. (but ofc Adam was only annoyed by her advances.)

Adam deal has something to do to protect his family so he’s forced to be up there but he’s still madly in love with Michael, though, he’s also force to be around Lucifer a lot more (the angel would look for him, *cough cough* he’s enthralled by the first man. Also bc this is kinda of a great excuse for him to speak with his brother which he misses to inform him of Adam’s doings.) Adam is not allowed to be with Michael, speak with his daughter or in hell unfortunately.

Eve whereabouts still remains a mystery (but Adam knows where she is. I feel they somehow made up at some point and are acquaintances at the very least.)

And I feel Michael’s way of dealing with his depression unlike Lucifer’s who tries to avoid his responsibilities and locks himself away, Michael will indulge with them and even add more to the pile, working nonstop. Shutting himself in his office (instead of workshop) and be like this workaholic king who shuts down any possibility of distractions and family time (poor Charlie…) he may even do the opposite of Lucifer who was always hiding in his castle, while Michael would rarely ever be home! Like traveling through all rings dealing with deals, meetings and all that stuff.

Either way I NEED MORE OF THIS OMYGOD 🔥🔥💖

#asks♡ #guitarhero

[steampunkedemon]

idk but saying tyler being a manipulative serial killer means he can’t be with wednesday is genuinely so funny to me like baby this is the addams family we’re talking about. being a manipulative serial killer should put him at the top of the viable choices for wednesday list.

#she literally calls him her type so idk where y’all are getting the whole ‘she never liked him’ thing from 💀 #‘he’s too toxic for her’ she once said having attempted murder on her record would be terrible bc everyone would know she failed to get the #job done. like what do you MEAN. toxicity is like the one thing her family adores #you don’t have to ship them all i’m saying is ‘he’s toxic :(‘ is a terrible reason when we’re talking abt fuckin wednesday addams #babygirl has done terrible things like. this is the one family that values toxic serial killing people wym 😭 #if you’re looking for happy fluffy healthy pure relationships this is not the family for you #not looking to argue so if u do i’m just gonna ignore it #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wednesday x tyler #weyler #wednesday #wednesday tag #guys please stop replying or rb with different reasons why they can’t date we’re not talking abt them

[4mnji]

FORGIVE ME, BABY ᡣ𐭩 eren yeager x reader

synopsis: u find out ur fwb has been fucking other girls on the low and u hate being one of his options, so he comes over to “apologize” to you

warnings: kissessss, pussy eating, fingering, orgasm denial, choking, pet names (baby, my love, princess), eren is just a lil mean n nonchalant 😠, reader is kinda possessive hehe 🎀, reader and eren r both in their 3rd year of college, once again written with a black women in mind but anyone can read

wc: 1.4k

a/n: here’s another fic that has been collecting dust in my notes for a hot minute. i hope yall enjoy 💋

you’re chilling on your bed, scrolling through instagram bored outta your mind when you get a call from your fuck buddy, eren. you shot up from ur position on the bed making sure u looked good enough to answer the facetime call. when you were just about to pick up, you stopped in your tracks and let it ring until the call eventually went away.

you wanted to pick up, you really did but you had remembered that just a few days ago mikasa, your best friend, had sent you a screenshot of one of her instagram mutuals close friends post with a message undernesth it saying “isn’t that ur man??”. you clicked on the screenshot and it was a picture of eren and some random girl laying in bed, eren with his face buried deep into her neck displaying all the hickeys he must’ve gotten from her with her hand touching his back. you instantly knew it was eren because of the tattoo behind his ear. obviously you knew you and eren weren’t together and probably would never be, but you just couldn’t stand the sight of seeing him give the d to anyone else who wasn’t u when he could simply just hit you up if he wanted a good fuck. your phone dinged 2 times, making you snap out of your trance.

rennie 💋💋

why u ain’t pick up?

i have ur location, ik ur ass is home.

you rolled your eyes at his messages, deciding not to text him back and just call him instead. he picks up on the first ring, instantly questioning you, not even giving u a proper greeting. “why didn’t you pick up?” he says with a blank stare. “well hello to you too” you scoff which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but he chooses to ignore it. “i was in the bathroom.” you lied. eren nods his head, looking away from the camera not saying anything. there’s a moment of silence before he breaks it and shifts his focus back onto you. “i wanna come over, i miss you.” you shake ur head laughing a bit at his statement. “you don’t miss me, you was just with some other girl like 2 days ago. if you really missed me you would’ve came to me instead of her” eren opens his mouth to speak, but you countinue talking. “eren, you know how i feel about being one of your lil hoes. if you wanna have multiple girls on your roster and pick and choose who u want to fuck on what days, you can get the fuck off my line because i’m not gonna be apart of that bullshit.”

eren sighs and doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. he thinks about his next actions and choice of words carefully. on one hand, he can argue with you, which would then lead to you not talking to him for a week, ignoring all his messages and calls and then eventually you’ll get tired of doing that and tell him to come over so y’all can “talk”. or he can just agree with whatever you were saying—and he chose the latter. his patience was wearing thin, he actually did miss you and he didn’t want to jeopardize his chances of seeing you with some stupid argument.

after thinking out his words he finally speaks “you’re right princess, i’m sorry” he says trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. honestly, eren didn’t give a fuck if u did or didn’t like his lifestyle, he does whatever the hell he wants to do. however, he didn’t want u to get any more upset with him than u already were, so he decided to make u feel like u had the upper hand so u would let him come over.

you were about to open your mouth to say some slick shit to him because you knew that these type of conversations between the two of you always ended up in some type of back and forth argument, so you were taken aback when he not only agreed with what you were saying, but even apologized. and eren never apologizes. “im right?” u question, confusion laced in your tone. “yea baby, you are and i’m sorry for making you feel that way. i’ll stop fucking around with all these girls i promise, just let me come over so i can make it up to you properly” after hearing all of eren’s empty promises and him actually “agreeing” with what u had to say for once, you folded immediately and told him to come over. you probably would’ve been standing on buisness a little bit more if u didn’t crave his touch so much but you did, you needed wanted him badly.

once you gave eren the green light that he can come over he was there in less than fifteen minutes and had you butt naked on your bed in less than five.

“keep your legs up, baby” eren instructs and u do as he says. you lift your legs up, locking your arms around them to keep them in place. eren begins to kiss all over the lower half of your tummy and slowly trails down to your pretty pussy. his kisses are so sweet, slow, and sensual that is has your toes curling in the air.

“mmm ren..f-feels good” you mutter out while letting out soft moans. eren hums, which sends a little vibration into you. eren knew u were close, even if u didn’t tell him u were. he was always so good at reading u like a book, but for now he decided to play dumb by pulling away and pretending like he didn’t know why u let out that little grunt when he did. before you can question why he stopped he starts rubbing on your puffy clit while looking into your eyes.

“y/n, i really am sorry that i didn’t come to you the other day. i don’t know what i was thinking princess, you think you can forgive me?” eren coos at you, with a little smirk on his face that goes unnoticed by you since your head is in the clouds with the way he’s rubbing on you. when he doesn’t get a response he slaps your pussy, earning a loud whine from you. “you didn’t answer me my love. you forgive me?” he asks again. “y-yes eren…i-i forgive you!” u hardly manage to let out.

eren smiles at you before he gives the lower half of your stomach another wet kiss. he moves his head back down so he can start making out with your pussy again. he’s being so sloppy with it but lord it feels so good. you try to push eren’s head away but he doesn’t let up and instead starts adding two of his long digits into your wet pussy while eating it.

you had no more strength left in your body to push his head away with the way he was eating and fingering your pussy. “erennnn im so closeee!!” you whine. and just when you were about to have your release, eren stops. he lifts his body up so he can sit down straight on the bed and he looks down at ur trembling body and just laughs.

“rennn what are u doing…?” u question quietly. eren rests his large palm on the right side of your cheek “i’m glad you forgive me, but you know…” he pretends to think for a moment, “i never got an apology from you for telling me what to do and you know i hate that bossy shit” his hands slides up to your neck and he gives it a little squeeze just enough to make you cough a bit. you rest ur smaller hands on top of eren’s, mentally hoping that you can make him forgive you and he’ll forget about all this and just make you cum.

“r-ren i swear i wont do it again im really sorry i-“ eren cuts you off and leans down to press a quick kiss onto your lips that were now swollen from you biting on them previously. he lets go of your neck and gives you his signature annoying (but sexy) smirk and god you wished you could slap that stupid look off his face, but you’re in such a weak state right now from how he was eating you out </3.

“show me how sorry you are and maybe i’ll think about forgiving you, sound good princess?”

#forgive my shitty smut writing </3 #anyways i’m working on an ony fic yayyy #eren yeager #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren yeager smut #eren x reader #eren x black!reader #x reader #eren aot #eren smut #aot fic #4mnji ᯓ★

[canthelpit0]

Enemies (With Benefits) PT4

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Wordcount: 4K +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of insomnia, mentioned nightmares/dreams, slight facial dysmorphia (if u squint), mentions of crying, slightly toxic, party, use of y/n, nickname (cherry), pet names (ma, sweetheart, etc), fight (not graphic), switching, unprotected, creampie (she’s on the pill)

(A/N: hope you guys like this! got the idea from this request. Tysm again <33)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Everything with Chris is so unnecessarily complicated.

Why does he act like a little bitch sometimes. Coming to my house, begging me and than being all sassy and annoying.

I let out a harsh scoff when I accidentally smudged my mascara a little bit. Rolling my eyes I pick up a make up remover and a cotton pad to clean up my mistake.

I’ve gone back to ignoring Chris, for my own sake. And he’s stopped attempting to talk to me fully.

I’ve been sticking to Ethan a lot recently. Just staying by his side and all.

We were both invited to this party. But we were both gonna Uber there separately.

I was thinking of getting wasted tonight. I haven’t done that in a while. The last party I’d been to was the party Evelyn forced me to go to.

Evelyn and I haven’t talked much, due to me distancing myself. But she hadn’t tried to reach out either. I’m sure though, that she’ll be at the party.

Having finished my make up now, I look at myself in the mirror. I color corrected my red eyes from crying, well. That as Well as my dark eye bags from sleeping bad.

I was never the type of person to cry a lot. But recently… i was crying because of Chris. But I hate him. Yet he was making me cry, wishing that he was here to comfort me

I hum a tune that’s been stuck in my head.

I just wanna rub my eyes harshly, and just start crying again. I’ve been dreaming of Chris. All in different scenarios.

Sometimes we fucked, cuddled, or even argued. Other times he was with charlotte; or someone else. And other times I was with someone else and saw him in the corner of my eyes.

I’ve been sleeping bad at night, so occasionally I’d have naps after school. Wich didn’t really help much since I’d dream again.

I sigh staring back at myself. And it feels like the more I stare into the mirror, the more my face morphs and changes. That doesn’t look like me.

I purse my lips. My hands slam on my vanity as I aggressively get up.

I let out a harsh sigh moving away from the vanity.

I get a notification from my phone, notifying me that my Uber is here. I snap out of my trance. Honestly I’m so glad that that caught me off guard because I actually might’ve broken that mirror if it hadn’t.

I grab my tiny handbag and shove my phone into it. Then I just walk outside.

Once I’m in the Uber again I drift away in thought.

Chris had done nothing but mess with me, since I’ve known him. Since forever.

Now I’m in my tiny dress, my ass probably showing slightly when I walk, and I’m gonna get laid from someone other than Chris.

Maybe I can obsess over someone else.

And maybe I can finally remember that Chris is not the only human with a dick. And not the only one who can use it.

Before I knew it we were already there. I could hear the slight music from outside blaring into the car.

I tip the dive and finally get out the car.

I heard the car speed say behind me. While the house party in front of me had loud obnoxious music playing.

I swing open the door. I sigh at the tight crowd of people and just decide to card through them.

I’m getting Deja vu from this really. But last time I’d been here I’d seen Chris almost fuck charlotte, and than proceed to fuck me.

Chris..

Chris?

I raise an eyebrow staring back at a person across the room. He was dancing a solo cup already in his hand.

Okay so I was extremely late, so what.

I need to stop going to parties ‘fashionably’ late. By the time I arrive everyone is already wasted.

I purse my lips pushing through the drunk teenagers to get to the kitchen. From where I was standing I could still see Chris.

I need to stop thinking about him.

But how could I do that when he is just a few feet away, probably drunk and dancing with charlotte.

I turn to the counter grabbing some random liquor and pouring it into a, presumably, clean solo cup.

I down half of it in seconds. I need to feel the rush. I need to get drunk.

Honestly I could go looking for Ethan, but than I’d probably hang out with him in the backyard and smoke all light. Or I could find myself some good dick.

★ ★ ★

After a good few drinks I was dancing with some dude. I don’t know his name, and I don’t care to.

This would be a simple hook up.

Before I know it he starts to guide me outside mumbling something to me about how we can fuck at his house.

And honestly I don’t know why I let him drag me out of the party.

I don’t really want to hook up with him, I want Chris. But I won’t stop him either. I don’t care to.

Suddenly we stop walking. And within seconds I feel his hands off of me, and a loud cry echo through the night air.

I turn around to see what’s happening.

It was Chris. He’d punched my possible hook up guy. My mouth falls open. I want to say something. To tell Chris to fuck off and leave. But I want Chris.

I don’t pay attention for one second and suddenly the guy is on top of Chris beating him up.

I can see from their faces that Chris had gotten a few punches in too though. The guy was taller and bigger than Chris. And I remember something about him being an American football player or something.

Chris manages to flip them around beating up the guy. They wrestle on the ground while I just stand there stupidly and watch.

My drunk brain was processing this way too slow.

Suddenly I see Ethan come into my field of view trying to separate the two on the ground, without getting involved.

I feel another presence next to me. And it’s charlotte. The girl looks as shocked as me. but she also looks more sober.

I snap out of my trance, my slow brain having finally caught up.

I put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder to tell him to back off. And once he does I pull them apart. And they let me.

I yell at both of them about how stupid they are to make a scene like this. Both of them look down in shame.

I turn fully standing in front of the random dude. I slap him across the face and tell him to fuck off.

After that everything is a blur really. Once I somehow got Chris to my house, and up the stairs without waking my siblings, we stand in my bathroom.

Chris is sitting on the closed toilet seat. I sprint downstairs really quick to get him some ice, because, half his face was definitely going to be blue by tomorrow.

Once I’m back I put some alcohol on a cotton pad gently dapping it in his skin as he occasionally takes in harsh breaths.

“Why would you hit him?”

I sigh. That’s the first question I’ve asked since we’ve gotten here.

He holds the ice on his cheek, while I tend to a wound on his forehead. He wasn’t cut up too badly though. It was just a fist fight after all.

“Because he was going to take advantage of you” he scoffs as if the answer to that was obvious.

I purse my lips. Honestly I was subjecting myself to it. I was literally begging for anything, I would’ve been fine with that.

“You had no right to intervene.” I purse my lips. I take the alcohol from the sink and put it back in its place in the cabinet.

I help him up. Chris wasn’t walking bad, I just wanted to touch him.

We walk to my bedroom where he sits down on the bed, and I once again stand between his legs.

I take the ice out of his hands to look at his cheek to see how bad the damage is.

And after a moment I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He berries his non-bruised cheek into my stomach.

“You don’t get it cherry” he sighs, relaxing more as he touches me. “He was looking at you in a weird way.”

“Like what?” I ask. My hand goes to his head. I card my fingers through his messy brown hair.

“Like an object.” He mumbles so lowly, I barely even understand it.

“Oh and you don’t?”

The question is asked flatly. I just look down at him blankly not thinking anything of it.

“No.” He pulls away to look up at me. He looks at me like he is insisting he’s telling the truth.

“I may be rude, but I never look at you like you’re an object.” He scoffs at the accusation. He rolls his eyes hard.

“You don’t?” I ask flatly, not bothering to even act surprised. As much as in hate Chris, he doesn’t treat me bad. Necessarily. He’s just a dick.

He grumbles disagreements turning his face fully into my stomach as he keeps holding me closer.

He starts to complain about his head hurting, and how he fought someone for me and whatever.

I pull him off of me slightly. I was still holding the ice in my hand. It was a bunch of ice cubes I had put together onto some towel.

I slowly sink to my knees between Chris’ legs. I look up at him through my lashes.

“Want me to take your mind off of things baby?”

I ask in a mildly mocking way. But I was dead serious.

Chris lets out a shaky breath. He tugs his shirt off, quickly throwing it off to the side. “Please” he sighs out.

I tug at his belt trying to undo it slowly, to tease him more.

“God I’ve missed you so much.”

His breaths are shaky. His eyes close for a moment. He was getting so worked up and bothered already.

“Have you?” I ask teasingly. He purses his lips slightly staring down at me. He undoes the button on his jeans and finally slides them down.

I help him take them off fully. Then I toss them away.

I look up at him watching him, as he sat only in his boxers in front of me.

“Fuck, you gonna be all submissive like last time?” I mock still looking up at him.

“Cherry, don’t tease please.” He sighs looking down at me.

I stand up quickly and turn to face away from him. Since the dress was a halter dress. I pull my hair to my from teasingly.

“Be a sweetheart and undo this for me real quick.” I don’t wait for long. His hands find my upper back undoing the string of the halter.

I turn back around again letting the top fall, revealing my lacy bra underneath.

I wiggle the dress around a little bit to slide it down. I slip out of it and then kick it away. I was standing in front of him in my matching lacy bra and thong sent.

His eyes trail my body. He looks hungry and needy. Looking submissive as ever.

I lean down to help him take his boxers off. And once he does I sit back down between his legs.

I look up at his dick. And it’s the only one I’ve seen in a while. It’s the only one that I’ve ever found pretty.

Never thought that was possible. But here we are.

The tip was the same red as he has on his cheeks. He was painfully hard and it had pre cum leaking.

I cup it in my hand starting to teasingly slowly jerk him off. “Y/n/n, cherry, please” he whines loudly, to wich I stop my movements.

“Chris” I hiss under my breath my expression harsh. I slap his thigh for a moment to catch his attention. I squeeze his cock lightly.

“My siblings are home. Shut the fuck up”

I hiss. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but my siblings are younger than me. 4 and 5 years. Me being 18, they’re 14 and 13. They don’t need to hear my childhood friend that they have also known for ages get fucked.

“Sorry, sorry” he huffs under his breath. I watch as Chris leans back in his arms looking down at me.

I take one of the ice cubes from the ice in the towel. I then proceed to put it right on his aching tip.

He flinches at the contact of the cold ice in his burning hot skin. I grin at the reaction, watching the way his dick twitches.

“You’re such a tease” he scoffs, to wich I just chuckle.

I drag the ice cube down his shaft before putting it back on the towel with the other few ice cubes. I knew it was gonna melt but honestly I couldn’t care less.

I start to jerk him off slowly again. I lean down to place a peck on the tip, and then proceed to suck him off slowly.

I swirl my tongue only keeping the tip in and staying teasingly slow.

I hear Chris let out a sharp huff, throwing his head back.

“Come on, ma” he says under his breath. His hand snakes into my hair, Slightly gripping at it. And then he harshly pushes me down, making me deep throat him for a second.

I choke on it for a second. Chris starts to move my head, yanking on my hair. I was deep throating him roughly.

I keep my hands on his thighs and pull off. “Don’t” I huff pushing away his hand from my hair, And then smoothing it down again.

I go back to licking a teasing stripe up his shaft, before I go back to deepthroating him, jerking off what I can’t fit in my mouth.

“Ma- I’m-“ he sighs. He was leaning back on his arms his head thrown back. He was trying so hard to keep his moans and groans minimal and as quiet as possible.

I pull off and chuckle. I kiss up his sensitive shaft while looking up at him. Then I get up and hover over him.

I connect our lips in a deep passionate kiss. And while I continue kissing him I lean over starting to straddle him.

Still while kissing him, I start to slowly sink down on his length making both of us moan.

When he bottomed out in me I pull away. My hands go to his shoulders as I just sit there for a moment.

My cunt was aching at the stretch. I had to get used to it again, since we hadn’t hooked up in a while.

I haven’t hooked up with anyone other than Chris in a while. And the last time I had it was not nearly as pleasurable as when I did it with Chris.

“So good for me, baby” I mumble under my breath leaning in more as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hands trail over my thighs to my hips to hold me.

“Just for you ma.” He mumbles back. We’re so close I can feel his soft breath in my face. He just looks so kissable right now. With his lips plump and swollen like that.

“Oh yeah? Didn’t get pussy from someone else, hm?” I say again my tone low and harsh.

I start to gently grind into him. His hands on my hips don’t stop me or help me either.

“Fuck-“ Chris’ breaths are heavy as he tries to keep his voice low. “You’re the only girl I’ve been fucking.” He admits lowly, the blush on his cheeks only deepen.

“Oh, am I?” I mock as I start to slowly lift myself. I start to ride him, his hands on my hips only being there to steady my movements.

“God- you’re gorgeous” he breaths out staring up at me. His eyes stay locked on mine.

One of His hands starts to trail up my side. And once he reaches my bra, he pulls my body closer to him so he has better access to undo it.

Both his hands back down to my waist now actually helping me ride him harder.

I clench my teeth my moans coming out as sharp breaths as I try to keep quiet. I’m doing a better job than Chris is though.

I put a hand on his mouth to muffle his groans further.

“God- you’re doing so good for me baby.” I pant under my breath, still trying to keep as quiet as possible. My hips pick up pace even more. I continue moving, his tip pressing against my cervix repeatedly.

He mumbles back an agreement, my hand still keeping him quiet.

I continue to ride him at a harsh pace until I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter, ready to snap.

“Chris- I’m so close-“ I breathe out trying to keep myself from moaning.

Chris gently takes my hand from his face putting his own hand on my mouth to muffle my sounds.

“C’mon ma, come for me” he bites his lip. leaning back slightly, he watches as I do all the work. “Go on, get off on my cock”

My pace starts to become more messy and uncontrolled. Chris was also not helping, doing nothing except keeping his hands on my face.

With a muffled moan I slam myself down one last time. My head falls forward as I feel my orgasm wash over me. I feel warm and so relieved.

He takes his hand from my mouth, he then leads me to him by my neck and presses our lips together.

His hands both go back to My waist. just holding my body close to his.

I could still feel him rock hard in me. I knew we weren’t done, but I was appreciating the break.

Chris pulls me off gently and picks me up. He turns us around so he is on top of me.

Us fucking in missionary was always rare as hell. Because we’re there for the benefits. -And according to Chris, he hates my face so much he doesn’t want to see it.

well at least that’s what he used to tell me.

He slides his dick through my folds, before slowly pushing in.

I sigh feeling him fill me up again.

In our enemies with benefits situation we never did anything that felt intimate. The sex felt like sex, and not love. And that’s how it worked. It was good like that.

But like this, Chris, his blue eyes staring right into mine. The way he kept his hand at the curve of my waist, his other hand holding him up placed next to my head.

We were so close, I could practically feel him breathing on my face.

This felt so intimate, like something we, as people who hate each other, shouldn’t be doing

And that’s exactly what it was.

Well I guess we already made the first mistake when we first hooked up.

We were never meant to be. Not like that. Not like this.

So why did it feel so good though?

“You good ma?”

Have I been staring? Probably. But how can I help myself when he is so close to me, looking ever so handsome.

“I’m good. Please move” I whine trying to keep my voice low.

He sinks down, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he starts to move. All slow and sensual.

we barely ever did missionary, and when we did, his face was as far away from mine as possible. But right now it seemed like he was trying to be as close to me as possible.

He occasionally groans into my skin, sending tingles down my spine and right to my aching core. I try to keep my voice low, but still let a few soft moans slip.

“Y/n?” He says abruptly. He keeps up the slow sensual thrust, keeping himself buried deep. Yet he sits up slightly, his forearm next to my head holding him up.

“Mhm?” I say lowly not really trusting my voice.

Our eyes lock. Chris swallows. My eyes trail his features, trailing down to his chest, to his lips and back to his eyes again.

“Can I come in you?”

I raise my eyebrow at the question. Usually we used condoms. I mean I’m on the pill but according to Chris he ‘doesn’t want to take any risk’. But recently we had done it like that more than we had since the whole arrangement started.

“ ‘corse” I mumble back.

And before I know it Chris is picking up pace. He doesn’t move back, keeping himself hovering right above me our eyes connected.

My core was aching from all the over stimulation. So I shudder when he picks up pace.

He still keeps his strokes sensual and deep. I moan lightly, cautiously keeping my voice low.

He re-adjusts my legs, wrapping them around his torso for a deeper angle.

He picks up pace even more. I throw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure, my eyes closing, my mouth falling open in a silent moan.

Chris doesn’t even bother to make me look back at him. He just lets me enjoy this, and watches. Watches the way I look with my head thrown back in euphoria.

“Chris, Chris- chris-“ I keep my voice low but the more I chant his name the higher and squeakier my voice gets.

Chris takes that as a telltale sign that I’m close, but so was he.

He cups my mouth shutting me up. or atleast muffling my moans and whines.

He picks up pace even more. My eyes go back to meet his, my eyebrows scrunched in pleasure.

I tap his wrist to tell him I’m close. He licks his lips. Of course he knew I was close without me telling him.

His hand stays firmly on my mouth, keeping me quiet. “You’re doing so good, cherry”

His other hand goes to my clit in order to finish me off quicker. He rubs it harshly.

Suddenly I throw my head back again, clenching around him. I feel my release wash over me again.

He keeps pounding into me. But his thrusts get more sloppy and uncontrolled. Until his hips stutter. He gives me one last thrust before his spurts of cum shoot into me.

My legs are tense around his torso from the overwhelming pleasure.

I feel warm and so filled. It felt way more intimate than the countless times we’ve hooked up before.

And the fact that he stays there, collapses on top of me, his face in my neck, gently kissing, And not moving off, only made this feel even more intimate.

After a long while of just cuddling, and being in each other’s presence, Chris sits up. He gently and slowly pulls out, making me wince at the loss of contact.

He stares down at my cunt for what feels like a long time. Until his pointer and middle finger meet it again. Pushing the seed that was leaking out of me back in.

“Chris” I hiss my body shooting up. I was now half sitting my arm propping me up, my other hand going to circle his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

“Awe poor baby does that hurt?” He huffs in a slight mocking tone. But for once it doesn’t seem menacing.

“Yes. don’t do that” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles at the sassy tone. “Well I gotta make sure you don’t waste it.” He sasses right back.

Chris already prepared for the worst outcome.

“I’m still on the pill.” I huff. I then slowly pull his fingers out of me, seeing the way they were covered in a whole lot of our mixed juices.

He chuckles popping his fingers into his mouth.

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[moralisist]

e-42! miles x fem coded! reader

genre: fluff !

summary: boyfriend hcs for earth 42 miles

when he first met you, he was infatuated with u right away

he was asking his homeboys if they knew of you and asking to get your instagram

was very bold when he found u thru instagram, he liked all ur highlights/posts and then texted you saying “hey beautiful, i’m tryna get to know you, that cool?”

ever since then y’all been locked in

speaking of instagram, he does NOT post like AT ALL his entire instagram has no profile pics, no posts and only one highlight and it’s of the both of you

he has a shit ton of followers despite that but he only follows rappers he likes, his homeboys, you, and that’s about it he’s rlly a lowkey person

the typa pictures he posts of y’all are so cute they’re like this and this

very lowkey w it

#1 hypeman, anytime you guys go anywhere he will always compliment you on your looks and remind you how beautiful you look the whole time

“baby you look so goooooddd. m’so lucky to have you” miles says while grabbing you by the waist w one arm and giving you a lingering kiss on the cheek

feels the need to protect you on a constant, so hand is constantly around your waist when walking to busy places or you have to be holding his hand

you argue that he’s not really tryna keep you safe, he just wants an excuse to touch you 😭

so important that you get along with his mom, she and uncle aaron are all he has left family wise and she matters the most to him

with prowler buisness, whether you know or not he’ll never ever get you involved or tell you things that you do not need to know

dates are hard to get with him and it causes arguments sometimes because all you wanna do is see him but he’s always occupied with prowler stuff unbeknownst to you so you just assume he’s being flaky just because

with arguments, he tries his best to communicate with you even tho he doesn’t really know how so he needs someone that’s a good communicator rather than someone who’ll ignore him or be petty with him when their upset w him

when he feels angry or upset with you, he’s learned he needs to take a deep breath and not say anything he’ll regret later because he lowkey has a temper on him

he will tell you in advance that he needs time to process his emotions but will come back to you and slowly but surely explain why he didn’t like what you did

if it’s vice versa tho, sometimes he has a hard time understanding your pov and gets defensive

once you get it through his thick skull and make him understand he apologizes multiple times

he doesn’t say “i’m gonna do better” he just learns to do better

he’d rather show you then just throw empty promises in your face

love language is physical touch, just loves having his hands on you and if you’re not a touchy person no worries, he also shows his love language through acts of service

“i made you some lunch since you said you didn’t eat today. i don’t care if you not hungry, go and eat the plate i made you ma.”

“you didn’t come to school today so i wrote the notes for you. want me to help you study for spanish test this thursday?”

only shows certain emotions around you that nobody can ever see

super clingy as well, likes taking naps with you especially after a long week of not being able to be a teenage boy and doing illegal shit

only really feels like a teenager when he’s in your arms

overall, a sweetheart but this relationship does take some work

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Could I request for Enhypen? Enha & their s/o shopping/on a date and someone comes up to flirt with their s/o in front of them. And the person is actively ignoring Enha lmao

shopping date interference

pairing : ot7! x reader genre : fluff warning : jealousy , arguing , disgusting comments towards reader , swearing. 1023 words

a/n : skl is tmr i have never wanted to skip so bad. But is okay I got jungwon’s lip balm that will get me going. I also wanna cry cuz aot has officially ended. I’m not ok.

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희 승 heeseung + 박종성 Park Jeongseong + 성훈 Sunghoon

the ones that seems like they won’t notice at the very beginning. But they knew it since the beginning. For example, they would be paying for the stuff you want while your just standing behind them. Than suddenly a guy walks towards you and start flirting with you. You absolutely ignoring him and just wish they finish paying FAST. They obviously know he’s there, eardropping all the disgusting flirtatious comments they are making towards you. Wants to punch them so hard and won’t hesitate even if they are in a store. Because you deserve to get treated with respect and love. Drags you out after threatening them.

“Babe I’ll pay for this, just stay close with me alright?” He said as he walked towards the cashier. You trailing behind him because he said to stay close to him.

Your thoughts was interrupted as a stranger approaches you. “Hey gorgeous how’s your day?”

silence.

“Aww don’t ignore me bubs. Your so cute bet you’re just shy.”

silence.

“don’t be shy around me I don’t bite.”

silence.

“That would be $456 sir.”

“Aww look at your little man paying for you! I can get you some stuff as well if you want.”

“I hope you shut that disgusting mouth of yours and leave my girlfriend alone.” He says as he grabs your hand, ready to leave.

“Wow calm down I was just offering her things!”

“Well she clearly doesn’t want the stuff your offering.”

“Why are you talking for her?”

“Maybe cause she’s scared of you? If you can’t stop talking, maybe we should take it somewhere else and it’s not gonna end well for you.”

He judged that disgusting man before taking you out of the store.

“Are you alright baby? I’m so sorry I didn’t step in faster I’m just so furious that people are talking to you like that.”

“Is okay love. I just don’t want to give him attention so that’s why I ignored him.”

“Such a good girl, that’s why you deserve everything I’m getting you today and my love forever.”

にしむら りき Nishimura Riki +정원 jungwon

these two boys would be so confused what’s going on. Let’s just say they are jealous but they put their whole trust on you. They would 100% step in when it gets too far. But you would just drag them away because you think they are being super disrespectful, the way they are ignoring your boyfriend and the disgusting comments towards you. Nah they are basically disrespecting both of you. Clueless babies that just stares at you afterwards but acts all cuddly because they heard the stuff they said about you.

“Hey cutie how are you?” a random guy just came up to you. Catching you off guard. Your boyfriend was aware of the guy’s presence but he wants to know what he’s going to do before stepping in.

You never answer him because no man deserves your attention besides your boyfriend.

“Hey stop ignoring me. I just want to know you more!”

“Maybe a drink or something? Will that get me to know you more?”

“Maybe we can even go shop around that cute lingeri-”

“Are you blind or are you just going to ignore u have a boyfriend? You basically disrespecting both of us?”

“Babe I’m not? I’m just tryna chat you up. You boyfriend aren’t even-”

“Maybe just leave us alone? My girlfriend clearly doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Fuck her she’s being a bit-”

Before he can even finish his sentence, you dragged your boyfriend away. Storming off while anger is building inside of you. No one is going to disrespect you while your just trying to have a chill and relaxed shopping date.

“I’m so sorry he’s being disrespectful towards you. He can clearly see I have a boyfriend. Ugh I hate man sometimes.”

“You hate man?”

“Well you get what I mean but it’s never going to be you love…”

“This is why I love you and I put so much trust in you.”

선우 Sunoo + 심재윤 Sim Jaeyun

The ones that would make fun of him. Icl they would start making fun of him until it gets too far. They would go full on protective mode. And the fact they know he’s ignoring their presence makes his blood boil. Starts spitting out curse words at them making them take back everything they had said. Starts laughing again after you guys are out of his sight.

“Hey lovely you free?” Another day another man coming up to you. You were sick and tired of it atp because you clearly have a boyfriend, that your currently in his arms.

“Did he just came up to you wobbling and ask are you free?” Your boyfriend whispered into your ears making you chuckled before focusing on the guy that’s in front of you both. You clearly having a uninterested expression in.

“I hope that’s your brother beside you cuz your really cute, especially the skirt your wearing.” Okay that’s when he cross the line cuz why the hell is he looking at your skirt?

“That’s my boyfriend not my brother.”

“But is it okay if I get your number? Just as frien-”

“She just said im her boyfriend do you need your ears fucking checked? What the actual fuck is wrong with you..?”

“I actually don’t need a check up I just want her num-”

“Your clearly ignoring my boyfriend’s presence and I rejected your offer so no.”

Both of your blood was boiling as you walked pass him. Bumping into him as you both left him speechless and embarrassed.

“BABE STOP DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?”

“NAH WE CUSSED HIM OUT GOOD?!”

“This is why we are meant for each other.”

“Always love you know we do the funniest things together.”

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[mikeysw1fey]

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pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warnings: depression.

a/n: pleaseee send in requests. i am running out of ideas as u can see

Depression was a term that had been a constant in my life from the age of 14.

As well as the terms lazy, attention seeker, pathetic. You get the gist.

Well they had been a constant until Jenna arrived.

Her stupidly perfect smile had pulled me into her life and we were happy together until her stupidly perfect frown had pushed me back out.

And now of course I was back to the constants.

Curled up in the shower I sob letting my tears blend in with the hot water. While it had been a month since Jenna and I had broken up I couldn’t forget her.

I know my friends are worried. I don’t see them anymore. Partly because I didn’t have the energy and partly because they are Jenna’s friends too. We all worked on Scream 6 together.

Speaking of friends, I hear a knock on my front door followed by Jasmins voice. “Y/N open the dam door. I know your in there.” Her voice is firm and it pushes me to get out the shower and wrap a towel around my body as I head to the front door ignoring the water dripping off my figure.

Opening the front door I’m greeted with Mason and Jasmin standing together, Jasmins arms are crossed and Mason frowns rather dramatically if you ask me.

He is an actor after all I guess.

“Oh you look awful.” Jasmin sighs. It’s true I do. My hair is wet but not washed, my eyes hold black bags underneath them so large I could come across as a raccoon, my skins pale due to my lack of sunlight and I have lost enough weight you can see my ribs through my skin.

I don’t reply to Jasmin though, instead stepping aside as both her and Mason push their way into my apartment. “We’re worried about you.” Masons frown deepens as he places a hand on my bare shoulder. “Go get changed. Then we are gonna talk.” He gently pushes me towards my bedroom as Jasmin gets comfy on the couch.

As I close my bedroom door behind me I let out a shuddering sigh. I don’t know why seeing Jasmin and Mason had me so wound up but it did. Memories of Jenna and I rush through my head and I fall to my knees holding my head in my hands at the thought of how pathetic I am.

About fifteen minutes pass but I can’t tell as I remain on the floor in only a towel. My mind spins and I honestly can’t tell which way is up as I sob into my knees, my hands threaded through my hair.

“Mason. Fuck Mason. Get over here.” I can’t see but I hear my bedroom door open and two pairs of feet slowly walking over to my side. “Y/N, hey babe, your ok alright. Why are you upset?” Jasmins voice is soft and calm as her hand gently rests on my back. The touch causes me to flinch, the feeling of being comforted one I only had when around Jenna.

“I- I can’t do this. I miss her so much. I don’t know why she left me. I’m so fucking pathetic.” I sob, my breathing erratic as Jasmin rubs my back gently. “Mason. Go call her. You know what to do.” Jasmin orders Mason who instantly obeys and heads to the living room.

“No. Don’t call her please don’t.” I finally remove my head from my knees to beg Jasmin to reconsider but her face is stern. “Babe you need to see her. Please just trust me. She loves you. And obviously you love her.” Jasmin sighs and presses a kiss to my forehead as more tears roll down my face. I shake my head and bury it deep into Jasmins neck sobs still racking my body.

I remain there for a good part of half an hour before a knock on the door causes Jasmin to shift slightly. “I love you ok? You got this.” Jasmin smiles. Before I can argue against whatever she’s about to do an all too familiar figure appears in the doorway.

Suddenly I’m extremely aware of my basically naked body as Jenna smiles sadly at my heaped body on the floor. “Hey.” She whispers keeping her distance as Jasmin slips out the room.

I manage to smile sadly at her trying my best to keep emotions at bay as I stare at the woman I had been trying so hard to get over.

Jenna frowns slightly as if finally noticing I’m in a towel before heading to my wardrobe and rummaging through my clothes. An action that takes me back to all the times before our break up.

“Here let me help you.” She smiles pulling out a hoodie and sweats and crouching by my side. I hold the towel a little closer to my body the intimate feeling of Jenna’s hands on my shoulders one I had tried so so hard to forget.

“Thanks.” I manage to get out as Jenna notices my awkwardness and turns away allowing me to get changed privately.

Jenna turns around as I pull my shirt down and I’m not oblivious to the blush on her cheeks. “Why are you here?” I question, standing so I can face her small figure.

“Mason messaged me.” Jenna shrugs playing with her rings anxiously. “He said you wanted to talk.” Jenna half smiles as if not opposed to the idea.

“Well I don’t.” I spit, sudden anger forming in my stomach at Jenna’s presence. “Y/N. Don’t be angry please.” She sighs. I scoff. “You broke up with me Jenna with no explanation no reason no nothing. You left me knowing about all my problems and not seeming to care about any. Do you know how fucked up my head is now? Because I don’t think you do.” My voice is raised as I talk and I can tell it’s hurting Jenna which causes slight guilt to trickle through me.

“I thought it was for the best ok? I just-“ She trails off unsure of what to say next. “Just- I was scared. I’m about to go to Romania for eight months. What’s gonna happen? Your probably gonna meet some other girl while I’m gone. I don’t know.” Jenna let’s put a frustrated huff as she controls her breathing, trying to keep her voice calm.

“You were all I cared about Jenna. No one else can compare to you. I loved- I love you with my entire heart. I could never cheat on you.” I sigh stepping forwards slightly. Jenna doesn’t reply. Her eyes find mine, glistening with unshed tears. “I’m yours Jenna. No matter how far apart we are, I’m yours.” I whisper.

Suddenly Jennas lips are crashing onto my own, her hands running through my hair. I can taste her tears as they fall down her cheeks and find myself pulling her even harder into my body. “I’m sorry. Please be mine again.” Jenna’s voice is shaky as she breathes out, her eyes closed and head pressed against mine.

Those words cause my heart to skip a beat, the one thing that I had been dreaming of hearing finally came out of Jenna’s mouth.

I let out a strangled laugh and nod my head. “Yes.” I gently cup her cheeks and place a bruising kiss on her lips. “One hundred times yes.” I pull back to whisper.

Jenna lets out a chuckle, her eyes meeting mine. “I love you. I never stopped.” She sighs resting her head on my chest. I smile and rest my own head on top of hers thanking the stars for bringing her back to me.

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[keen-li]

Is there gonna be a part 3 for renegade? Please make a part 3. I’m just curious if reader is gonna accept Jungkook. And if she does if Jungkook is going to be a good dad. Also Your writing is really good! Glad I found this.

(I understand if u don’t wanna make a part 3🥲)

Part 3

Thank you so much 😊 I'm gonna make a part 4 cause I didn't want this to be very long. I hope you like it.

Maybe it's your tiredness or the lack of energy but you allow jungkook to hold your child. You didn't want to argue honestly, isn't this what you wanted anyways. You watch as jungkook holds his baby in his arms, he identifies all his features and laughs warmly at her. Before you let him do skin to skin you made sure he'd showered.

"I'm clean y/n. Why would I come see my baby dirty" you laugh and nod. Its true he must've showered well before coming here cause you can barely smell his usual chemical smell. You appreciate the fact that he did take the time to do that for you, or for the baby.

"How did you even know it was a girl or that i was here?" You say looking cautiously at him as he places the baby in to sleep.

He chuckles deciding to sit next to you on the bed. You allow him to not wanting to ruin this moment.

"Does it matter?" He reaches to touch your hand and when he does all the feelings you've tried to suppress flood back. Your really getting vulnerable now.

"What matters is that I'm here and I care now." Normally you'd scoff at that and chase him away, that's what you should do. But you don't, you really want jungkook. You're not sure if him coming here means he's gonna change, you doubt he's capable of change.

.....

Ever since you've been back from the hospital, jungkook seems a little different, a lot different actually. He's been around more and even gives you money for you and the baby. Money was never a problem for him, so you wonder why he was so harsh about not having a child. Over the five months of your baby's life he's been with you to all the doctor's appointments. He'd even proudly tell the doctor that he was the father, and it'd always put a smile on your face which he'd smile to.

"Y/n you're seriously going to let this man into you and your child's life." Hobi, your best friend and the only person who knows about jungkook, says strictly to you.

You roll your eyes and he scoffs at that.

"He's the father, you want me to shut him out"

"He's a junky who's never gonna change"

"Don't say that. He's changing" you defend jungkook. You always had to bust your ass defending jungkook in front of hobi.

"Changing? Are you fucking delirious." You're taken aback by his language. He never yells like this but you're frustrating him.

"Language" you say pointing to your almost year old.

"Im sorry" hobi says finally calming down. You understand where he's coming from. Hes been there for you during this pregnancy when jungkook was not and it hurts him to see you going back to a road that's bad for you.

"I'm not getting back with him" you try and reassure him.

"He's only here for her" you look at your sweet little girl playing with the toys her dad bought for her.

He's also here for you, hobi wants to say but doesn't. He can tell by the way jungkook does things that he wants to get back with you but you don't notice or maybe you do but ignored it.

....

Its been a long day at the park with yuna and her uncle. You were drained, she's honestly getting very active nowadays and you can't handle her. You're glad you've got hobi to help you though. After about two hours of playing on the swings, slides and sand box you decided it's time to go home.

Hobi carries a crying yuna as you walk back to his car.

"You want me to help you out tonight?" he says talking about yuna. He's noticed how tired you've been lately so he offers to help you with your little long haired girl. He always loved looking after yuna, his favourite and only little girl.

"It's okay, I'm taking her to her grandparents anyways for the night." Hobi nods understandingly.

"Let me drive you there then" he offers and you couldn't agree any faster.

For your night of rest, you put on some music and soak yourself in the tub with a red wine. After you're done you wear your silk night dress and throw a silk robe over it.

You're cooking yourself a steak when you hear a knock at the door. You groan, who could be bothering you now.

When you open the door you see the familiar figure of jungkook. He's in a white shirt and black jeans on. He looks so good. You were surprised he was here, he never told you he was coming like he always does. He's got a tiny little gift in his hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"What are you doing here" you ask and can see jungkook's eyes run down your attire, you feel a little weird dressed like this in front of jungkook. So you pull your robe to cover you further. Jungkook notices and chuckles at that, as if he hasn't seen everything before.

"Uh... I came to see yuna and brought you this" he raises the wine bottle to show you.

"Well I'll take this" you say reaching for the wine bottle first then the cute little box he came with.

"Yuna isn't here though" he looks at you with a concerned look "she's at her grandparents' place" he still looks at you confused as to why she's there in the middle of the week.

"I needed a break for one night... and they gladly accepted"

"Okay, thats okay" you look at eachother not knowing what to say.

"Can I come in". You raise a brow at him "i mean you aren't going to finish that bottle by yourself"

"You'd be surprised the things I can do" you say stepping aside to let him in.

He laughs at that. He's being more kind and gentle with his actions.

"Mmm smells nice in here. what are you cooking"

"Just a steak" you say opening the oven to check on it.

"Wanna stay for dinner" You're unsure of whether you should be asking that but you ask it still.

"If that's an invitation then sure" he smiles "I always liked your cooking" he says making you blush.

"How's yuna, haven't seen her for sometime now and I'm kinda missing her" You're surprised to hear jungkook say he misses her. You'd never expect him to say those words.

"Umm she's okay, she's growing up so fast though." You straighten yourself to face jungkook who's leaning against your island.

"I know right, when you just blink she's gonna be three, then she's gonna ten then she's gonna be a teenager-"

"Okay I get it" you say stopping him "I want her to stay a little girl" you pout and jungkook smiles at that. He loved when you did that always made him wanna turn you over and-

"I think I'm done cooking so let me just take this to the table"

"I'll help you" he says happily. You don't know who this is but it's not the jungkook you know.

While having dinner you simply chat about work and personal life, nothing exciting happening in both of yours apart from yuna. Yuna's been a hot topic of your conversation. You avoid bringing up how jungkook was so negative about the pregnancy, cause you were afraid you might lose this new jungkook. You didn't want to dwell on the past only wanting to go forward. Hopefully he's truly changed.

"Let me clean up y/n. You've already cooked" you two are 'arguing' about who gets to wash the dishes. In the end jungkook wins and you don't mind him doing the dishes.

You stand leaning next to the sink watching him eyes wide open just incase he isn't washing them right.

"Why you looking at me like that" he says jokingly as he sprinkles some water on you. You flinch at the feeling and rumble some childish complaints as you wipe it off. Jungkook laughs at your child-like act as he dries his hand.

"I don't know who's my baby between you or yuna" jungkook say in a sultry voice.

You blush at that and watch as jungkook traps you between him and the island. He's so close to you you can smell the wine from him. You two have been drinking that wine all night leaving only a quarter in the bottle. Lately you haven't smelt that chemical and smoky scent in a while, did he stopped his old habits finally deciding to get clean for yuna. You aren't sure cause you haven't visited his place or investigated him to know, just hoping that he's actually clean now.

"Hm, who's my baby you or yuna" his voice is quiet and soft drawing you into him. Your body moves on its own as your back arches off the island and you're now against his crotch.

"We both are" your eyes move from his now low and dark eyes to his rosy lips which he bites and when you notice that you almost clench around nothing. Jungkook really did this to you, had you round his finger sexually.

He moves to your neck running kisses up and down your neck and all around your throat. You happily let him kiss you wherever he wants, you're not really thinking cause of how good it feels. You haven't had sex with anyone since you got pregnant with yuna and even if you didn't noticed you've been very needy. If hobi played his cards right you would have let him hit but you doubt he sees you like that.

"I've missed you so much you know" he says and the vibration from his voice sends electricity to your core. You latch onto his shirt with your hands as you moan at his kisses. His hands slowly hike up your already short night dress. Jungkook seeing you in this made him want you even more, the silk showing him your perky boobs that definitely got bigger after having yuna. Everytime he watched you breastfeed her he could feel his zip almost break from the hardness in his pants, cause you looked so good that pregnancy glow still on you even after giving birth. Sometimes at home he'd think of sucking your boobs filled with that milk that belonged to his daughter, but he was just curious on how it'd taste.

You release another needy moan as you feel his bulge grow right in front of you.

"I haven't found anyone who makes me feel like you do" he says his sweet words to draw you in and they work because you need this so much. You need him so much.

"Jungkook" you say through moans when you realise he thinks you're moaning his name instead of calling him you push him away to stop.

"What's wrong" he asks looking at you concerned.

"We shouldn't" you say thinking about it thoughtfully. Jungkook knows what you're saying.

"What? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks so seriously and you shake your head 'no'. It's not like that would change anything for him anyways. He just wanted to know the answer.

"Then I don't see what the problem is." He places a long peck on your lips.

"Im just trying to spend some time with my baby" he kisses your lips again. It feels so good you just want more.

"Do you want this?" He asks to be sure. Even though logic says otherwise you really want jungkook. You want to feel how much he's missed you, you want him to make up for all the times he could have fucked you but didn't. You want him to make up for everything.

"Fuck I want this. I want you. I want you so bad jungkook" and by the way you say his name he knows how bad you want this. And he takes that as a yes to continue.

"Then I'll give it to you."

Immediately he connects your lips and kisses you like there's no tomorrow cause you know this happening again is not guaranteed. He lifts your body and places you on the counter. your lips are still connected as he pulls away.

"You want me to eat you out?" He asks as you're still chasing his lips. You shake your head moving your hands to unbuckle his belt, he smiles against your lips as you finally get it off and pull out his hard throbing cock.

"No I just want you" you say breathless as he agrees and pulls you closer and finally pulls off your panties which were uncomfortably sticking to your core due to how wet jungkook's got you.

It isn't long before you feel the tip of his cock glide against your folds, you spread your legs hoping jungkook would just do it already.

"Are you sure your cunt can still take me" he asks teasingly as he smirks knowing you're impatient.

"I can. I pushed out a whole baby do you think your dick can hurt me" you answer him sharply, breath still heavy waiting for some action from him. He chuckles as he slowly goes through your tight hole. You feel every inch of him, his little veins more noticeable. Has he gotten bigger or have you been needy for too long.

"Fuck you're so tight, I wouldn't even have suspected you had a baby"

"My baby" he says as he starts to move faster knocking the breath out of your lungs. You moan carelessly his name falling out of your mouth here and there.

"Shit" you curse as you grip the counter for some support. Jungkook watches your boobs bounce up and down and he can't help himself but latch onto your clothed nipple.

With the way he's thrusting into you and sucking your nipple you feel that long-time-no-see knot in your stomach. Jungkook grunts as you pull his hair, he can also feel himself nearing.

"Fuck. do you want me to cum in you" he asks raising a brow at a wrecked you.

"Please" you plead not able to formulate long sentences.

"Want me to fill you up huh" he thrusts grow faster, hungrier and the knot tightens.

"Want me to give you another baby?"

"Fuck jungkook" you can barely control your moans anymore.

"Im gonna fill you up so good. Gonna make yuna an older sister" he continues to hit the spot with his fast thrusts.

"What do you think?" He asks you but you cant give an answer.

"Hm? Baby" he presses for an answer and gives you a slap on the thigh to remind you to answer. You clench, jungkook's movements stop for a bit and he knows you're about to cum.

"Where do you want it" he askes trying to keep himself in longer.

"Inside" he hears you say and he chuckles.

"Oh, you're serious about the baby thing" no you're not. Ever since you got pregnant you decided you'd always use birth control. Even though you didn't have sex with anyone you just wanted to be safe, and birth control helped with your periods anyways so it was a plus.

Shortly you feel the knot in you snap and you're breathing heavily also feeling jungkook's seed in you. Honestly the thought of getting pregnant for jungkook is exciting but yuna's too young for it.

Jungkook rests against your neck as you both collect your breaths your hands still running through his hair.

"I missed this" he says against your skin as he rubs your thighs.

"I missed this too"

......

#fanfic #jeon jungguk #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook au #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jeon jeongkook #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #bts jungkook #jungkook imagine

[eroseas]

you stupid bitch.

summary: ellie's tired of you bitching about your dates who all look like her. she puts 2 and 2 together.

word count: 2.9k

cw: not proofread. mdni. 18+ only. smut ; fingering, oral sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, strap-on fucking, name calling ('daddy', 'baby', 'pretty girl'), begging (barely). half-assed argument and cursing.

tags: @anchoeritic , @elliephobic , @scandalcus , @kurosaaki , @elliesstar , @evanpetersluver

an: this is like. straight up filth. idk what the fuck my problem is but i hope its good? i hope you like it?? if i tagged u and ive never really interacted with you, this is basically me like. leaving a gift on your doorstep. notice me. for everyone else i tagged that i interact with you a lot, this is also a gift, but pay more attention to me. te amo muchisimo. enjoy.

It starts with an argument. 

“You let the wrong fucking people love you,” Ellie exclaims, her shoulders lifted up, her eyes searching your face, her tone exasperated, “I’m tired of telling you that you don’t deserve this shit. You never listen to me.” 

You roll your eyes, standing up from her couch a bit too aggressively. It’s not that she doesn’t have a point. She does and that’s the problem. But any time you mention a date going sour, or some weird shit some girl said, her answer is the same. 

‘I don’t know what to tell you’ or ‘Just take my advice and ignore that one’ or some other vague bullshit that doesn’t actually serve as advice. Dina tells you it’s not the best idea to date girls that consistently look like Ellie and then go and complain to Ellie that they’re not her, but you didn’t think it’d boil over into something like this. You argued that it was a good coping mechanism; you can’t date Ellie ‘cause she’s your friend and you don’t wanna ruin that, so you date girls that look like her. So much for a coping mechanism. 

 You sigh, your eyes squeezing shut, before looking at Ellie who is still seated on her couch, watching you.

“Look,” you start, but Ellie doesn’t let you, instead scoffing and shaking her head. 

“No,” she interrupts, her tone holding no room for argument, “I drop everything to comfort you, you know. It’s not your fault these people treat you like shit, which I will gladly beat their asses, but come on–”

You open your mouth to reply, but she beats you to it again. 

“If you’re gonna ask me to be more supportive, I’m telling you right now that I won’t be. God, sometimes it feels like you date these girls on purpose–” She falters, her eyes flickering from the wall to your face. You freeze. The implications of that sentence could genuinely mean anything. You do purposely date those girls ‘cause they look like her, but has she caught on? She squints, her gaze stony and unreadable. Fuck.

“Why do you even date them?” She questions, standing slowly. You swallow, shrugging your shoulders helplessly. She’s quiet now, stepping closer, like she knows.

“They treat you like shit,” she suddenly points out when you don't answer, her finger outstretched like she’s gonna start counting off everything she’s noticed, “One stood you up and the other stuck you with the bill when she picked out the restaurant.”

You stay quiet, glancing off the side so you don’t have to meet her eyes anymore. She’s relentless, stalking closer to you without any remorse. 

“So, if it’s not their personality, then it’s their looks, right?” She stops in front of you, raising an eyebrow questioningly, but the answer is known already. You huff out a breath, your ears turning pink in embarrassment. You don’t reply, instead opting to cross your arms over your chest. Ellie reaches forward, her index finger and thumb gripping your chin and turning your head so you can face her. 

“I’m talkin’ to you.” She says softly, her face inches from yours, her breath hitting your cheeks. You swallow, nodding a little, your eyes scanning her features. It’s a questionable position, but you really do not want her to move. She grins, like she can read your mind, and her hand falls away from your face. Your lips part, and you try to say something– anything– but nothing comes out. 

“You’re pretty when you’re embarrassed.” She mumbles, and you shift on your feet, scoffing. You try to think of something intelligent to say, ‘cause this is Ellie, your friend, the girl you’ve talked to and bickered with for a while now. She gives you a look like she’s daring you to say something, to stop her. It dawns on you now that she wants to know if you’re interested. You breathe in to settle the butterflies in your stomach. 

“I’d be prettier doing something else,” you say, a little breathy, but it’s enough to make her eyes go dark, her lips twitching into a smirk. She hums, tilting her head like she’s studying you. A minute goes by, and it’s a minute too long. She reaches her hands up to cup your cheeks and dives forward, her lips pressing into yours roughly, like a desire that has barely been kept in. You can’t help the little moan that leaves you, but she swallows it up greedily, gently nudging you back towards her couch.

You try your best to get there through memory alone; your eyes are shut tight and your hands are gripping her wrists. The pads of her thumbs are pressing against your jaw, her hands keeping your face close to hers. You grunt when your calves hit the couch, and as you fall backwards to collapse onto the cushion, Ellie falls with you.

She straddles your lap with ease, her thighs caging you in and her hands still dangerously close to your neck. She briefly pulls away to look you in the eye, her gaze softer than you anticipated it to be. It’s a silent question; a chance to pretend it didn’t happen and to go your separate ways. You reach for her lips with yours, and she easily falls back into rhythm. You let your hands rest on the tops of her thighs, squeezing gently as she lightly thrusts forward. 

You can’t remember what the fuck you two were even talking about, and you don’t care to know, not when her tongue is lightly skimming over your bottom lip. Your lips part immediately, and she slowly licks her away into your mouth. Your tongue meets hers halfway, and she lets out a harsh breath through her nose. 

The room is starting to feel too hot, and your hands start to roam up Ellie’s shirt, her skin burning to the touch. You press a hand flush against her back, pushing her closer to you, before you tug at the shirt. She pulls away momentarily, tugging it off with ease before doing the same for you. You glance down at her chest, a very quiet whine pulling at your vocal cords when you notice she’s not even fucking wearing anything, and she laughs softly at your reaction. She goes to cup your breasts, her thumb caressing the hem of your bra, and you sit up to reach behind you and undo the clasp. It falls away from your chest, and you toss to the side where your shirts now lay. 

“Fuck,” Ellie curses quietly, her fingers running over your nipples, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” 

You hum, your hands wandering to the waistband of her sweats this time, where you undo the knot with quick fingers. 

“I told you I’d be prettier doing something else,” you remind her, and she bites her lip, shifting to the right so she can lay down. She props herself up, nodding her head at you. You move quickly, desperate now, and tug off her sweatpants with ease. Surprise, surprise: she wasn’t wearing anything under that either. 

“Fuck me.” You mutter, shifting on your knees and leaning down. She smirks up at you, her freckled face flushed pink, her eyes blown wide. 

“Plannin’ on it, pretty girl.” 

You don’t reply, instead placing kisses on Ellie’s neck, moving down her chest and stomach. She lets out little sighs, and her hips shift up involuntarily when you reach just above her pussy. She looks down at you, and it’s a sight you could get used to. She has one of her arms resting behind her head, and another extended so her hand rests on the back of yours. She gently nudges you closer, and you hum, pressing a kiss to her cunt. Her breath hitches, and she groans as you lick, slow at first. Your tongue gently prods against the folds of her pussy, her breath quickening with each swipe of your tongue. 

Her hips lift off the couch as her pussy chases the warmth of your mouth. You snicker quietly, but quickly resume your prior task. She relaxes slowly, her moans quiet and discreet. You dip down and try your best to lick into her hole, collecting her juices on the tip of your tongue. You lick up to her clit, and she shudders, cursing under her breath. 

“Pretty girl,” Ellie calls out, looking down at you, her voice just a little breathy, “Let me fuck your face, baby, please.” 

You nod eagerly, sticking your tongue out against her cunt. She immediately grips the back of your head, and gently starts working her hips to rub her pussy against your tongue. Her moans start picking up in volume, and her thrusts do, too. It’s relentless, the way she fucks your face. She’s desperate for it; how could she not be? You’re laying there all pretty, your ass in the air and your head tucked between her thighs. Her juices and your own spit drip down your chin, and her thighs easily get slick with it. You bring a hand up to her cunt as she thrusts against your face, two fingers gently prodding against her hole. She falters then. 

“Fuck,” she groans, nodding her head, a blissed smile pulling at the apples of her cheeks, “Go ahead, baby, such a good girl for me.” 

You whine at the praise and start pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt, your tongue lapping at her clit. Ellie’s moans grow louder as her thrusts turn sloppy. You sit patient and pretty, your jaw aching from the position you’ve been in. You look up at Ellie, her eyebrows pinched as she grows closer to her orgasm, and you slowly lift your head. Her dark, cloudy green eyes open to peer down at you, and you swallow, nervousness making your stomach jump. You continue to pump your fingers in and out of her cunt, and rest your head on her thigh.

“You gonna cum, daddy?”

Her eyes widen at the realization of what you just said, and her head falls back against the arm of the couch, a moan punched out of her.

“Jesus, fuck–”

You grin as you press you tongue back against her clit, pleased with yourself for getting it right. Ellie had briefly mentioned it when talking about one of her old hook-ups, and now that you had this chance, you had to try it for yourself. Ellie curses as she chases her orgasm, your name falling from her lips. You continue where you left off, and you keep going until Ellie cums all over your mouth and chin, until her body seizes up and her thighs lock around your head. You let Ellie ride out her orgasm, and you sit patient with your tongue out and fingers in her cunt. 

She finally relaxes her grip, and you pull your fingers out of her cunt as gently as you can. You pull away from her, your inner thighs damp from your own wetness. She’s already sitting up to grab at you, her cheeks red and her pupils blown. She presses her lips to your collarbone, pulling you close onto her lap. You straddle her, whimpering as your pussy rubs against her thigh. 

“You gonna take care of me, daddy?” You mumble, slipping your fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck, tugging gently as she hums in response. She wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against her.

“Yeah, baby,” she replies, her voice deep and sultry, “Why don’t you lay down and get pretty for daddy?”

Hearing Ellie call herself daddy is a completely different experience than calling her that yourself. She says it with pride, like she knows it fits her like a glove. You slip off her lap and take the spot on the couch that was previously hers, and she stands, making her way to her bedroom. You shiver at the cold air hitting your skin, and quickly slip off your panties. Ellie doesn’t take very long to come back, but by the time she does come back, your hand is between your thighs and your fingers are teasing your clit. Your eyes are closed, so you flinch when Ellie squeezes the meat on your thigh, tsking. 

“Daddy didn’t say anythin’ about that, pretty girl,” she mutters, and your eyes trail down her chest and stomach, eyeing the strap that she wears. You bite your lip, looking back up at her, feinging innocence. 

“Dunno what you’re talking about, Ells.” 

She looks at you unimpressed, instead opting to reach down between your thighs herself, swatting your hand away. She gently circles your clit, and you shift your hips towards her, whining. A slender finger pushes into your cunt, and you hum in pleasure. She pumps it in and out a few times before pushing in another, then scissors them inside you. You moan, spreading your legs wider. The pleased look on Ellie’s face makes you buzz with excitement. 

“My best girl,” she praises, smiling softly, “So pretty and good for me.” 

A whine gets pulled out of your throat before you can stop it, and she leans down, pressing kisses to your cheeks, then your lips. 

“Please, daddy,” you whisper, looking up into her eyes, “Fuck me, please.” 

Ellie hums, content, curling her fingers inside you. You curse, your back arching. 

“Didn’t even have to ask you to beg,” she quips, smirking. 

She shifts on the couch, pressing her dick against the folds of your pussy, and starts to ease her way in. The stretch is good, and Ellie looks mesmerized by the way her strap gets swallowed by your cunt. You let out pathetic little whimpers, and once she bottoms out, your legs wrap around her hips. She starts thrusting into you slowly, watching your face for any discomfort. 

“Just go–” You gasp out, meeting her eyes, “Daddy, just–” 

You really don’t have to tell her twice. She’s absolutely brutal; her thrusts are persistent to say the least, and she has the best possible angle. The sounds you’re making are completely out of your control, your fingers gripping the cushions of the couch to help ground you. Her grip on your hips is almost bruising, and you won’t be surprised if you’re sore tomorrow. 

“Daddy, fuck– yes, yes,” you babble, your eyes wound up tight, Ellie’s right hand ghosting the top of your abdomen, right under your belly button. You look, curious, and notice the dark look in her eyes, her hand pressing down slowly but surely. You tense.

“You take me so well, baby,” she says, satisfied, “Can feel you right here.” She taps where her hand is for good measure, and you whimper. She continues with her cruel pace, reaching with her thumb to rub at your clit. It sends you into overdrive, the constant pressure on your clit and prostate a perfect combination, and you tense. 

“M’gonna cum, daddy, fuck–” You moan, trying to meet her thrusts in time, and she smiles down at you, nodding.

“Go for it,” she purrs, and it takes one, maybe two thrusts for you to cum on her dick. She fucks you through your orgasm, not stopping until you push at her arms. You breathe in harshly, wiping the sweat off your brow. She watches you, patting your thigh. 

“Not done yet.” Is all she says as she slips out of you without warning, a wiper leaving your mouth at the sudden emptiness that follows. You look up at her in confusion, shaking your head lightly. 

“I came, though,” you say breathlessly, and she nods, situating herself between your thighs, pressing kisses to them.

“One more time,” she assures, “One more time for daddy.” 

You whine when her breath ghosts over your cunt, and nod helplessly, spreading your legs. 

She laps at your pussy like a dog, stuffing her face as close as she can, like she’ll die if she doesn’t. She breathes harshly through her nose, not wanting to waste a second away from your cunt. Her tongue moves expertly, constantly running over your clit. It’s almost too much, the way she pays so much attention to your pussy, but not enough at all. Your hips twitch involuntarily, and you can’t decide if you want to move away or closer. 

Ellie eventually reaches up to hold your hips down, her fingers digging into your skin like before. Your drowning in pleasure, your orgasm creeping up on you a second time. Ellie moves to instead finger you again, her tongue lapping at your clit. You choke out a moan, tensing up. 

“Fuck, Ellie, I’m gonna cum, Ellie, Ellie–” 

You come with a shout, squirting over all over her hand. You gulp in big breaths, melting into her couch as she sits up on her knees, shock gracing her features. She watches your face, before diving down to catch your lips in a heated kiss. She licks into your mouth, and you whimper at the taste of yourself on her tongue. She pulls away, sighing happily. 

“You are the hottest fucking girl to ever exist. Fuck.” 

You laugh at her, throwing an arm over your eyes, shaking your head. 

“You stupid bitch,” you giggle, and she joins you, moving to lay next to you. She holds you close to you don’t fall off the couch and presses a kiss to your head. She shrugs her shoulders, now peppering kisses to your sweaty face. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbles. 

At least she’s got you.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x y/n #ೃ⁀➷; eroseas writes #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ellie mi bebe

[restinslices]

Could u do Earth realm guys doing karaoke?

My headcanons aren’t long because I don’t think they’d be that different so imma do it like this instead.

Overall I think they’d all have a nice time. Karaoke is supposed to be fun and you’re supposed to laugh and have a good time. I can see them doing karaoke when they have free time or any other activity where they can spend quality time together. Their relationship was rocky at first but by the end we see them enjoying a meal together and not making rude comments towards each other. Karaoke would also be a nice break from all the chaos that is sure to come.

Johnny and Kung Lao are probably having the most fun. They’re just different fonts of each other when it comes to how cocky they are. Johnny and Kung Lao would say how terrible someone’s voice sounds, get on the mic, then sound like the apocalypse. They either don’t care or don’t hear how bad they sound. Like the girl that would sing in class loud as shit even though she sounded like a train wreck (and y’all are awful for letting her humiliate herself like that). They’re the most fun loving so something as chill and free as late night karaoke would be something they’d really enjoy. They’re either doing a duet or having a battle and imma stand on it. Probably makes everyone vote on who’s better.

I don’t think Kenshi would do much singing. I just don’t see him as a singer and I don’t think peer pressure works on him. He’d probably be the one suggesting songs. Probably also says how terrible the other two sound and is rolling his eyes the entire time (or maybe not. Depends on if Mileena got him by now). Honestly Raiden and Liu Kang probably aren’t doing much singing either. The mics are being hogged. Raiden and Kung Lao give me the vibe that Kung Lao does dumb shit and Raiden watches (probably warns him but he’s hardheaded so now he’s just watching things play out). I’m not saying Raiden isn’t fun and that Karaoke is dumb. I’m just explaining the vibes I get as best as I can. Raiden does a few songs, otherwise, like Kenshi, he’s content with mainly watching the other two go head to head. Liu Kang wouldn’t sing as much because he’s just enjoying the moment. I think Kenshi and Raiden would still make commentary and sing from time to time, but Liu Kang would be so quiet that they might forget he’s there.

Liu Kang doesn’t give me “loudest in the room” vibes. They have this small moment of peace so he’s gonna watch and enjoy the scene. I know I bring up the past timeline and how he feels a lot but I think it’s important to his character. Remember, he’s watched humanity evolve without his friends. I think having them so close and seeing them have fun like regular people would be heartwarming. He doesn’t necessarily have to participate to have a good time. He’s just letting himself relax (as best as he can while listening to Johnny and Kung Lao arguing). Idk. Liu Kang just seems like the type to sit back and watch things play out. He’s probably used to living life this way since he couldn’t really interfere with a lot of human activity. It kinda feels like he’s back at the hour glass watching time pass, but it’s different this time and he likes that.

Rereading this made me realize I didn’t write this as an X Reader type of thing but uhhhh… damn. I think this still works fine. The only difference is I’m not referring to the audience a lot.

As a side note, Tumblr thinks I’m spelling their names wrong and on my side, Kenshi and Raiden’s names don’t look like they’re colored. So ignore that if it stays like that.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi mk1 #kung lao mk1 #kung lao #raiden #raiden mk1 #liu kang #liu kang mk1

[player1064]

despite being a very in shape man the amount of times jamie’s ever been seen shirtless (that i’m aware of anyway) is depressingly few and i’ve always hc that it’s because of his stomach scars so maybe some insecure about his scars jamie and gary who just thinks everything about his tall hunk of a man is incredibly sexy

this ended up a lot more 'silly holiday fluff' than 'jamie being insecure' though like. he IS insecure about it u just have to look at his instagram to see it bc honestly WHY ELSE DOES HE ALWAYS WEAR A TSHIRT ON THE BEACHHHHH!!!

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Despite the break between Premier League seasons being three months long, the reality of punditry (or at least, the reality of punditry as done by Gary Neville) is that you end up getting pulled in to cover the international tournaments, and then the off-season tours, and then the pre-season ramp-ups. Then, of course, there’s all the non-football business admin, always thoughtfully pushed to the summer months so as not to distract from the season, and the podcast is an every-week-of-the-year type of thing, so no breaks there. Which all adds up to allow for a generous two-week – at a stretch – summer holiday each year.

Gary was the winner of this year’s ‘holiday destination’ argument, so he and Jamie are at his house in Malta, spending their precious two week break doing fuck all besides sitting round the pool or wandering down to the beach. A housekeeper comes by every morning to prep their breakfasts and lunch, and they go out for dinner most nights, revelling in their ability to go out on the town unrecognised.

He's even turned off his email notifications. Sure, his assistant is still sending him any important updates, but only because two weeks is an awfully long time to be completely off the grid for, and this is the compromise he and Jamie were able to reach after another couple of hours arguing.

Today, he wakes to sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains and to Jamie, sat on the edge of the bed with a freshly brewed cup of coffee for him.

The first thing he sees when he blinks his eyes open is Jamie smiling at him, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss over Gary’s lips. “Mornin’, lazy bum,” he says, and Gary can’t help but smile back.

“Mornin’, you,” he replies, reaching his arms above his head to stretch with a yawn. “Y’sleep alright?”

“’bout six hours, yeah,” Jamie says, clearly pleased with himself. If it was anyone else, Gary would think he was out of his mind. But it’s Jamie, so he knows he’s out of his mind. And, unfortunately, while a six-hour sleep might leave Gary cranky and exhausted, for Jamie it’s almost luxurious. “Just got back from me run, the sea’s lookin’ gorgeous. Fancy a beach day today?”

Gary hums in agreement, far too preoccupied with the mug of coffee he’s sipping at to contribute much else to the conversation.

“Sound, okay then. Just need a quick shower, then I’m all yours.”

“D’you want company?” Gary offers.

Jamie scrunches his face up. “Ugh, I’m all sweaty ‘n disgustin’ though.”

“’s how I like you, to be fair.”

Jamie rolls his eyes, but he takes Gary’s hand and tugs him out of bed and towards the bathroom.

*

The beach closest to the house is a small one, but it’s only really accessible from the other handful of houses on the street, so it’s blissfully quiet. When they walk down there Gary immediately gets himself set up in a sun lounger with the book he’s been reading, ignoring Jamie’s pleas to come for a swim with him.

“Maybe later, James, leave me in peace fer a bit,” he teases, laughing when Jamie walks down to the water grumbling about what a lazy cunt he is.

This, of course, is a mistake on Gary’s part. Because when Jamie’s done with his swim, he comes over and pushes his way onto Gary’s chair, draping himself all over him while still soaking wet.

Gary screeches.

“My fuckin’ book, Jamie, th’ pages are gonna get all wrinkled now!” he complains, trying to push Jamie away.

Jamie presses closer, nuzzling his cold nose into Gary’s neck.

“You filthy, filthy Scouser,” Gary says, but he’s stopped his attempts at pushing Jamie and has instead let his hands lie still on his torso, fingers curling into the wet fabric of his t-shirt. “You wait until – oi!”

He cuts himself off, frowning at the t-shirt under his hands.

“Oi?” Jamie asks, one eyebrow raised.

“This is mine, you dickhead, now it’s gonna be all stretched out, an’ the saltwater’s gonna fade it… I fuckin’ liked that shirt.”

“Think my wallet can stretch to buy you a new t-shirt, prissy fuck.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.”

“I’ll buy it from Stone Island.”

Gary should probably take a moment to at least pretend to consider the offer, but he’s on holiday and maybe today that means cutting to the chase and just saying “fine.”

“There we are.”

“But you’re still not wearin’ this one, c’mon, off w’it.”

“Oh my god,” Jamie argues, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t bring down a spare, all mine are in the wash. I can’t be fucked to walk all the way back to house, Gaz, can’t y’just leave it? I’ll buy you two t-shirts, even.”

“It’s thirty degrees, Jamie, not a single cloud in the sky! We’re at the beach! Dunno about you, but I never found the farmer’s tan a particularly sexy look, you’d be better off if y’just went without.”

“Gary…” Jamie sighs.

“I’m serious,” Gary says, tugging at the hem of the t-shirt. “There’s what, two other people on this whole beach? Three? An’ I’m sure they ‘ave better things to look at than you. A mouldy log, maybe. Or what’re them fishes called, the ones with the noses? I bet y’could strip right down naked an’ nobody’d blink an eye.”

“’m not strippin’ down naked in public, lad.”

“I’m not askin’ you to.”

“You’re bein’ awful precious over a t-shirt, considerin’ what you’ve got in the bank.”

“I could give a fuck about the t-shirt,” Gary says quickly. “Now that you’ve ruined my book maybe I need somethin’ nice to look at, t’pass the time.”

Jamie looks away from Gary, a faint red flush to his face. “Find you a mouldy log, then,” he mutters.

They’re on holiday, so Gary decides he can allow himself to spout a bit of sentimental rot. These opportunities only come round once a year, after all. He slips his hand under Jamie’s shirt, rubs his thumb gently over the rough skin underneath.

“Eh, think I’d much rather look at you,” he says, soft and sweet and everything that makes him want to wash his mouth out with soap.

“Clingy, aren’t we?” Jamie says, grinning. He pulls away for a second, tugs the shirt over his head. “Y’only look at me every day of yer fuckin’ life, Christ, maybe I need t’get a restrainin’ order.”

Gary tugs him back down to shut him up the best way he knows how.

#thank you elle for the prompt!! hope u like them being dumb and in love. but at the beach this time #carraville #drabbles

[gold-rhine]

about your ‘ppl saying to apologize to aventurine’ post. I’m glad you’re pointing out that everything he does with the ipc is the same as what topaz does—but she doesn’t get the same fandom treatment. I’d argue that she also has a tragic backstory since her home planet was destroyed, albeit it was all off-screen.

also, aventurine is not trying to do something heroic by revealing the truth of penacony/the family/the watchmaker. he is trying to destabilize penacony so the ipc can take it over. usual ipc business. topaz is slightly different by trying to do ipc business with kindness (that still is basically coercion) but the end result is essentially the same. we don’t need to ‘apologize’ to them at all.

I don’t even like topaz, but the double standard against her in this regard is really dumb :/

i personally thought topaz should be shot in the face in that belobog quest. and like. same for all of slaver amazon execs.

like "kindness"? where? she literally tries to do hostile takeover immediately, hijacking svarog and openly ready to fight the legitimate government. just bc she sent bronya her weepy letter about how it happened to her home planet too and bronya is an idiot enough to buy it, doesnt make her kind. like she doesn't tell bronya that failure rate of terraforming is like 40%. 40% chance planet will be made completely unlivable! she blackmails planets into slavery while selling them a dream of being saved, while this dream has 40% chance of failing! like! come on! thats fucking evil full stop

i agree that topaz doesn't get same woobifying treatment as aventurine where ppl demand u suck him off on your knees, but on the other hand, i never saw her get any hostility\questioning from either fans or narrative. at the belobog we can't question her really, she just makes friends with bronya like its okay and we're even supposed to feel bad for her bc she's so ~kind~ and she was demoted. like i don't think its a problem that topaz doesn't have fans demanding ppl kiss her feet.

i think hsr should not have touched heavy subjects like slavery at all, if this is how juvenile its gonna handle it. where like. slavery is bad when its done to our special boy, but its ok when he does it to actual planets, bc he's sad deep inside :( look at topaz piggy its so cute haha, ignore that she literally takes over planets. bc of the inherent contradiction between wanting to make antagonists bad and story have stakes, but also wanting to sell ppl these antagonists as hot and sympathetic you get absolutely insane mental gymnastics of like, ipc is evil but don't say it out loud, and also all slavers get sad backstories where they were once victims too, but we cannot directly confront them about what they're doing

#rhine talks

[gloryhrs]

˖  . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂! ━━ 「 Ichigo Kurosaki. 」

male reader. ʚɞ edited from my old acc.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "ARE YOU SURE he’s gonna like it?" The seventeen-year-old watched as his younger sister buttoned up the strawberry-decorated shirt. Yuzu rolled her eyes at her brother’s self-doubt, "Yes Ichigo, this shirt is going to make him swoon over you even more!" She patted his back with a bright grin on her face. Ichigo didn’t know why he was nervous, you and him have been dating for over a year now, and today marked the two year anniversary of your relationship. He dusted off his white jeans and looked in the mirror for any imperfections, the strawberry shirt and white pants were now free from wrinkles, and his hair was freshly cut. Thank God for little sisters.

He grabbed the bags from his bed and began to make his way downstairs, the vibration in his pocket making him stop in his tracks. He checked the device only to see your message, 'I’m at the spot now! Can’t wait 2 see u! (✿❛◡❛)'. He chuckled at the use of kamoji’s and numbers through your texting. "My son is all grown up now!" Tears streamed down Isshin’s face as Karin rolled her eyes and passed him a tissue. "Your mother would be so proud of you right now!" Isshin cried while Ichigo mentally cringed at the way snot bubbles started to blow out of his dad’s nose.

"I’m leaving, see you all later." He ignored his dad's pleas and cry and quickly stepped out the door with a disgusted look on his face. "Bleh." He dusted off the imaginary dirt off his shirt and started walking his way down the path.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOU MENTALLY CHECKED every square in your head as you neatly laid out the bowls with the food sealed inside onto the red and white checkered blanket. The sun shined down on your beautiful bronze skin and the cool breeze blew through your tight shoulder-length curls that had two strawberry pins to hold them back. As you were setting up the sound of a soft voice made you look up. "( Y / n )?" Ichigo's cheeks started to heat up when he saw the strawberry pins in your hair.

"Ichi! You came, and brought food with you!" You stood up to walk over towards him to look inside the cute animal-like containers. "Aww, you brought fruit! And most of them are strawberries!"  Your eyes sparkled continuously as Ichigo felt his heart flutter slightly. "Um— yeah, I knew how much you loved strawberries so...." He turned his head to scratch his red-tinted cheek which turned into a brighter shade when you grabbed his hand to pull him towards the picnic blanket.

"Whoa, you cooked all of this?" His eyes trailed over the food that made his mouth water slightly. "Oh yeah! Did I cook too much?"  You muttered softly as Ichigo's eyes widened slightly from the sad tone of your voice.  "Wait for N—No! It's just that…you didn't have to do this." He reached his hand out to caress your cheek which was mostly covered with freckles. Feeling his warm hand kept you both at ease for a minute until a loud shriek destroyed the moment. "Eh? What the hell Kon?!" Ichigo glared at the thing that was trying to open the container with pork buns inside of it.

"I'm—trying to open this thing!" Kon struggled to open the object when his eyes landed on you and then started to twinkle. "Wow! Is this your boyfriend Ichigo? Are you sure you didn't force him to become your boyfriend?" You started to laugh when Ichigo grabs him by its head and held him up as if he was about to throw him, "Wait Wait! Let me have something to eat first!"  "Hell no!"  Whilst Ichigo was arguing with Kon you started to sneak him two pink Mochi balls.

"Here you go, Kon!" You gave him the sweet treats as his eyes started to sparkle, after struggling from Ichigo's grip he latched his little arms around your neck and kissed you all over your face whilst muttering 'Thanks You's' under his breath. "Alright, that's enough! Get out of here!" Ichigo grabbed Kon by his head and threw him out of the field with an imaginary vein appearing on his head. "Thank you Ichigo's boyfriend!" He waved at you as you laughed and waved back, " You're Welcome! Come back anytime! "

When Kon was out of sight Ichigo turned his head towards you and sweatdropped, "You have such a kind soul, ( N / n )." Ichigo trailed his hand to your face once more to feel your soft skin against his hand that made your cheek warm up. "Well…my mom always told me if you treat people with kindness then you will have a longer life." You titled your head to lean into his hand even more which caused his cheeks to redden and laugh at your cuteness.

"Y'know, I'm still wondering how much of a lucky person I am to have you in my life."  Ichigo leaned forward to connect his lips against yours in a soft and loving kiss. This kiss wasn't like the other kisses he has given you, this one seemed more gentle and caring than the others. "Woah…you never gave me those types of kisses!" You laughed and started to chatter whilst touching your lips that had a tingling feeling, like when Ichigo kissed you for the first time.

Ichigo's cheeks started to heat up again at your cuteness, how could he be so lucky?  "Ichigo? Are you still there?" You snapped your fingers in front of his face until he finally snapped out of it a minute later. "Yeah! Are you ready to eat?" He held and opened the container that had the strawberries inside. "Of course, my love." You pecked his cheek before crawling closer to him.

© gloryhrs, 041223. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

#𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐫𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ #anime #manga #animanga #bleach #bleach tybw #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot #bleach x male reader #male reader #black male reader #black reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x male reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo x reader

[onecornerface]

the time I trolled 4chan as a fake flat earther for six hours in 2012

In July 2012, I got on 4chan and pretended to be a flat earther. I passionately argued for flat earth theory for six hours with almost no break. I kept a single thread going the whole time, getting over 400 replies. I’m not sure if I still have a PDF of the thread, but I do have some quotes from people who responded to me. Looking back over this a decade later, I am proud.

[CW: Slurs]

"There's no way you're actually this dumb. There's just no way."

"the flat earth society is one of the best trolls i've ever seen, in all those days of /b/"

"I tried some scientific research on this topic a while ago. I ordered a pizza, got two because the first was not what I ordered. I let the first dry out under a light bulb. Eventually, after a couple weeks, living creatures started populating Planet Pizza, after a while orbiting their home planet. This is proof, that the earth is flat. tl;dr Earth is a pizza, probably on a bigger pizza which probably is in a room with an even bigger pizza."

"Sir your thesis contradicts climate, you don't know what refraction is, you can't explain day and night, ebb and flow and you're also paranoid and/or outright stupid since you believe in conspiracy theory."

"You are a stupid faggot, and the whole of society would be better if you stopped breathing it's air. ...unless, of course, you're a troll. In that case, I'll award you an 8/10."

"I however, HAVE BEEN TO SPACE. Twice. I assure you, having orbited the planet many times, it is indeed a sphere. OP is an idiot, his only defense against me is 'omg gimme proof' which I can, and once given, 'u r part of the illuminatee' Ugh. Ignorant dumb ass piece of shit."

"Damn OP 9/10"

"If we dealt with this on a daily basis i would kill myself."

"Yes my jimmies are rustled, because I hate ignorant, inbred fucks like OP. Go die in a hole. Oh wait, you couldn't, you'd be scared of just falling through into space."

"10/10 OP good trolling, keeping in character and sounding legit"

"9/10 OP. My jimmies will be rustled for the whole rest of the day after reading this tripe."

"[S]ome eyebrows must be raised in the direction of the /b/ros still continuing to argue about this. Better standard should be expected from you guys, but taking away nothing from OP. Excellent work."

"If you're not a failtroll you are, by far, one of the most deluded and idiotic people I've ever seen post on /b/, which is a tremendous feat."

"9/10 for commitment"

"love this thread op 10/10 for still being here." (This was three hours in.)

">Focuses on the obscurely worded >Ignores every other point >Provides no answers About what I was expecting."

"Go hung yourself, please Humanity doesn't need such stupid people like you are"

"I'd believe someone who says the earth is flat compared to someone who claims otherwise and can't grammar correctly."

"I haven't laughed so hard at something on /b/ for a long time."

"OP, I'm not gonna bother asking you anything. I just wanted to let you know this is the best thread I have seen as long as I can remember. You truly are amazing. Good fucking job."

"nice arguments though i am in awe of your reckless faggotry and ignorance and skills of producing believable logical fallacies."

(Four hours in) "I can't believe this thread is still going. OP is the most successful troll of all time."

">Earth is flat >Every other celestial body is round >mfw 1/10"

"Great thread. You are not a troll, I saw you other times here and I knew personally a man from this society."

"holy shit 0 of fucking 10"

"Billiard balls are also flat. Isn't it obvious that they sprites?"

"10/10 OP wins"

">almost 5 hours of this shit 10/10"

"Big respect OP. OP is alpha as fuck"

"but seriously, OP is the man destroying everyone with his devasting arguments for hours huge respect man if i would suck a cock then I'd suck yours and I'd propably come before you do"

"3/10. Painfully obvious troll, yet impressive to see so many anons actually failing to make a compelling argument."

"Willy Wonka travelled around the world in 80 days, and ended up back where he started, just in time for tea. You can't explain that."

"Did you ever wonder what happened to Amelia earhart? She flew too far. Gov't shot her down past the ice wall. They obviously couldnt have her come back from that trip, she would tell everyone"

"I myself subscribe to modern rational empiricism, in accordance to which OP's arguments are absolute bullshit. And yet the attempts to challenge his unfalsifiable beliefs have proven mostly futile. A great majority of those posting in this thread have no idea why they should believe the earth is round."

"There has to be trolling here, I seriously can't believe what I am reading."

"this is beyond epic"

"I'm starting to enjoy this so i'm upping you from a 2/10 to an 8 but it ends now."

"OP is now argueing since 6 hours. This is the longest discussion I've ever seen in my life. Of ALL discussions, not only 4chan."

"arguments presented thus far by flatty: >did you personally do the experiment? no? then the results are invalid >here's my evidence; as demonstrated in this experiment someone else did also >oh; you did the experiment itself and it basically shows that the earth is round? >there's probably crazy gravity or some shit; hell if i know or >just because we can't explain every one of these phenomena and a spherical model can doesn't mean we're wrong. i'm serious you guys also >pictures lie and you should never believe them; despite mind boggling quality and quantity available for universal use online"

"Explain how we can have fat asses and tennis balls but a flat fucking earth."

"9/10 OP, well done!"

#flat earth #4chan

[matthewsfilmsss]

༺ℱ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈༻

Warnings: fwb!chris, smut, use of “baby”, “ma”, and, “good girl”, bathroom sex.

Me and Chris never really found each other dating only for specific reasons like his fans and what he thinks of having a girlfriend.

I’ve had experience with “friends with benefits” but I didn’t experience it with Chris. Me and Chris met because i’m friends with Madi and she asked if I wanted to hang out.

We have a dinner tonight with Me, Madi, Chris, Matt, Nate, and Nick. I was extremely excited to see Nick because me and him always knew we were gonna get along well.

I go to my closet to look for an outfit. I found a black mini dress but I knew Chris wouldn’t like me wearing that in front of Matt, but oh well. I can wear what I want. I put it on and start to do my makeup and hair until I get a text message from Chris.

“What are you wearing? I don’t want you wearing something that Matt would stare at the whole time.” I ignore it because it’s something Chris would like too so i’m not changing.

I get in the car and go to the restaurant. I walk in and find the table they were sitting at. Chris was looking at me like he was mad. That’s when I knew it was fucked up.

Nick greeted me to sit down beside him and Madi. I say thank you but Chris just keeps staring at me so I look over at Matt to see him looking at me. I look back at Chris as my eyes widen. That was why he kept death staring me but damn he’s so hot when he does that, but I can’t say anything because we are friends with benefits and we promised we wouldn’t have feeling for each other.

I get a text message from Chris “get your ass in the fuckin bathroom”

I tell Nick I have to go to the bathroom and he nods. I set my phone on the table and walk to the bathroom.

I walk in the family bathroom and Chris grabs me. “What the fuck did i tell you?”

I don’t respond and he pins me against the wall and starts harshly kissing me. I moan into the kiss as he drags his fingers down to where my pussy is. He puts his hand in my panties feeling how wet I am. “are you wet for me or matt”

“You..” I mumbled. “Good girl”. He makes me want to scream when he calls me that.

He slides my panties down to my ankles. “get on the counter.” he demands. I go to the counter sink and sit down on it. He puts my panties in his pants and puts my legs over his shoulder and starts licking my pussy while his nose constantly rubs over my clit. I throw my head back as I put my hand on his head while my thumb rubs over his head for him to relax. I whimper loudly as I feel his hand go up to my mouth to shut me up.

“i-i’m gonna cum p-please” I let out. He lifts his head up and starts unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants as he fingers me. He shoves his dick inside of me going at a hard and fast pace. I drag my hand down to my clit and start rubbing fast small circles.

“You’re so fuckin pathetic ma” he pants out in pleasure. I feel a string of cum shoot out inside of me and I roll my eyes to the back of my head. He starts to thrust into me sloppily. I cum and Chris throws his head back and pulls out to taste you more. he holds my hand and swallows my cum. He put on his pants as I go to reach for my panties.

“Uh no. You’re gonna walk around with cum dripping down your leg.” he says. “No chris i’m gonna get the chair wet!” I slap his chest. “You can sit on my lap while i finger you baby” he smiles at me. “Fine, only because you’re gonna finger me” I say.

He hold my hand as we walk out of the bathroom. He spreads his legs apart and lifts two fingers in his lap for me to sit on them. He curves his fingers in me and giggles as Nick continues to argue with Matt. Chris kisses my forehead and smiles.

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that’s all and i hope u enjoyed!!

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolos #sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo smut #SoundCloud

[lizzie-is-here]

Helloo here again to request another K.B fanfic where Kate purposely tries to get in an argument with Y/n so they would break up because she thought the king pin situation was getting a little too dangerous and she didnt want Y/n to be involved so she said harsh things to her till Y/n got really hurt and broke up with her but then Y/n still wanted to be friends with Kate so she kept bugging Kate till Kate stops ignoring Y/n again and they hang out with each other again and end up getting back together and Kate admits that she didnt mean everything and that it was all just to protect Y/n bcs she couldnt afford losing her and she also says she still really loves and cares for Y/n and always has bcs Kate realized nothing can or will separate her from Y/n?😊💜

Ooo can u pls make it really angsty to and fluffy in the end? Tysm!💜

(Hope it's not to much😅)

Fem R to btw Tyyy!

Lots of love!💜

🤍request!🤍

character: kate bishop x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, angst, arguing, kate being an ass with good intentions

a/n: ok i changed it around a little bit, but i tried my best on the arguing 😭 it hurt to write y’all but it was emotionally satisfying in a weird way too. anyway hope u enjoy!

“You know, it’s, uh… It comes with a price.”

“What does?”

“This life you wanna live. To really help people. I mean, try to help people, anyway. Comes with a lot of sacrifices. And some things you’ll lose… forever.”

When Kate texted you saying that she needed to talk, you weren’t sure what to think. And now, standing out in the freezing cold outside of your shared apartment, you still aren’t.

“What do you mean, ‘break up’?” you ask, watching Kate’s face fall. “We’ve been together for two years, I thought it was going really well. Did I do something wrong-“

She shakes her head immediately, instinctively dropping into Protective Girlfriend™️ mode.

“No, no, no, no, no no,” she says. You narrow your eyes.

“Then what’s going on? Why aren’t you being honest with me?” You take her hand. “I want to help you. I promise, whatever it is, we can figure it out together.”

Ouch. Right in the heart. Kate sighs, steeling her resolve as she realizes this is gonna be a lot harder than she anticipated.

“Why does it matter?” she demands, raising her voice. “Every time I look at you, my stomach just fucking drops. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand you. Whatever we had, it’s gone now.”

“Not everything can be solved by just ‘talking it out’, and I know that that’s hard for you to understand, but it’s true. I gave up on us months ago.” She forces each word out, hoping that you’ll break up with her quickly and she won’t have to spew more lies.

But instead of backing down, you fire back. “You’re still lying! Kate, what is going on?”

You know her too well. All of the late nights and early mornings, all of the movie nights and drives to nowhere built up. And now you know each other better than yourselves.

She knows what she needs to do, no matter how much it’s going to hurt.

“I’m not sure how much more obvious I can be, (Y/N), the signs are everywhere. I don’t love you anymore!”

You don’t reel back like they do in movies. You don’t flinch. You go deadly still, meeting the gaze of the woman you love, and you take a shaky breath.

“I hope whatever you’re doing all this-“ You gesture around. “-for is worth your efforts. Because I clearly wasn’t.” Your eyes flit over her form. “Goodbye, Kate.”

You hurry inside before the tears fall, leaving her alone in the cold. She nods in satisfaction, even if she’s emotionally wrecked now. She won. She came here to do one thing, and she accomplished that.

As Kate walks away, though, it still feels like she lost.

———————————————————————

After that night, you were what one would call a hot mess.

You were already on break from college, but you were moping around even more than usual over the past few days. To lift your spirits, you had tried nearly anything that took your mind away from your girlfriend.

So now, your apartment smelled like cookies (several plates of which were stashed away), there were several bags from your retail therapy trip, and the TV had only displayed Hallmark Christmas movies for the past 48 hours. Plus, all of Kate’s things had been shoved into a closet.

But every time you put a new baked good into the oven or ordered another cart of clothes, you thought about Kate. You couldn’t help it.

In all fairness, when you spend that much time around someone and abruptly stop seeing them, you’re bound to miss them. Even if they were a bit of an asshat to you. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

On one hand, Kate had been very forthcoming about what she thought of you. And it wasn’t nice. You winced every time you remembered her harsh words.

On the other hand, something was clearly going on. And even if that didn’t give her behavior a pass, it provided an explanation.

Plus, if something serious was going down, you wanted to help her, even just as a friend.

It’s four days later, on Christmas morning, when you finally cave.

‘Hey, it’s me’ you type before quickly deleting it.

“Of course it’s you, dipshit,” you mumble.

‘Hey, I know things kind of went to shit the other day but if you wanna hang out and talk sometime I’d be totally up for that :)’

You analyze the message. “Is that too passive? Maybe.” After a few minutes of back-and-forth, you shake your head decisively. “No, it’s fine, I’m just gonna send it.”

Taking a few breaths to hype yourself up, you hit send and immediately fling your phone away.

“Oh, god, that’s too cringey, why did I send that, she’s gonna think I’m some desperate loser. I bet she’s telling me to fuck off right now-“

Grabbing your phone, you pause. No response. But she read it.

“So we’re playing that game,” you chuckle. “Alright, Bishop. Let’s go.”

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At the Barton’s house, Kate is miserable. She already feels bad enough for deliberately arguing with you and saying all that shit, and now you’re reaching out.

Well, more like sending messages every two minutes that get increasingly more passive-aggressively polite.

Kate’s phone displays 174 messages from your contact. A ding.

175.

She groans from the bottom of her soul, flopping onto the couch as Lucky licks her hand.

Clint, being the perceptive Avenger/assassin he is, notices her very obvious wallowing.

“What’s wrong, kid?” he asks, not sure if he wants to hear the answer.

She pushes herself up. “Wait, you actually want to know?”

“Eh, not really.”

Laura gently elbows him as she grabs the shreds of wrapping paper from the floor to throw in the trash. “Clint…”

“Fine. Yes.”

“I started an argument with my girlfriend so she would break up with me and now she’s being too nice and asking to hang out this week and I don’t know what to do,” Kate sobs, burying her head into a throw pillow.

Clint holds up a hand. “Okay, slow down. Let’s start at the beginning. Why did you start a fight with her?”

Kate shrugs. “You said that this life came with sacrifices,” she reasons.

“And that correlates… How?”

“So I gave up something important so she wouldn’t get hurt.”

Clint thinks he might have an aneurysm right then and there. “Kate. Kate. What part of ‘This life comes with sacrifices’ equals ‘break up with your girlfriend’?”

She opens and closes her mouth a few times. “Well, it just sounded like you were talking about sacrificing a person… or something.”

“I have a wife and three kids! I meant your private life and your free time!” he exclaims.

Kate bolts up faster than Nathaniel Pietro Barton’s second namesake and grabs her phone.

“Oh my god, I have to apologize. I need flowers, and lights, and jewelry, and-“

“Calm down, kid,” Clint says. “First things first, you need a quick flight back home. I’ll call in a favor from Tony, I’m sure he can get you a quick flight.”

Ten minutes later, Kate’s packed up and ready to go, and a private jet is getting ready at the airport. After hugging the Barton family goodbye and wishing them a Merry Christmas, her and Clint scramble into the car and drive off.

They make it to the airport in record time, skipping security with a single flash of Clint’s ID.

“Alright, you better not screw this up,” he says.

She nods, bouncing on her heels. “Yeah. Yeah, I won’t. I’ve got this.” Jumping at the archer, she pulls him into a hug. “Okay, thanks so much gotta go, bye!”

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You gave up after three hours of messages, resorting to moping about. Some Christmas this was.

It’s 7:30 and pitch black outside when you hear a knock on your door. You pause before opening it, until you hear a familiar voice.

“Please open this! I don’t wanna drop your gifts- I mean my stuff!”

“Kate?” You fling open the door.

Your girlfriend (Ex? Whatever, technicalities) is carrying a bouquet of lily of the valleys and sprigs of holly, a jewelry box, and a disturbingly large bag of holiday foods.

“I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry, and I want to explain. You don’t have to take me back, just, please, hear me out?”

You don’t have the heart to turn her away, so you nod, stepping aside as she shuffles in.

She drops everything on the counter, sinking into the couch. You sit, keeping a bit of distance.

“You said you wanted to explain,” you begin, nodding to her. “So?”

Despite the jet lag, Kate rushes into the story.

“So, this is going to sound crazy, but I’ve spent the last six days with Clint fucking Barton- I know, insane.”

Your eyebrows raise. Her literal hero? Damn, so that’s what was going on with that giant arrow and the rumors of a second Hawkeye.

“And we were dealing with some pretty dangerous people. Mob bosses, mercs, Russian assassins, you know.”

You didn’t know.

“And… I thought if they figured out about our relationship, you’d be in danger. And I couldn’t let you get hurt from my mess.”

“I’m sorry I went about it the way I did. You were right, I should’ve just talked to you about it. I was just so… scared.”

You soften. Yes, she made a mistake. A big-ass mistake. But she made it from a place of worry and love. Smiling, you take her hand.

“I forgive you. I know you must’ve been worried, and everything must have been going so fast…” She begins to sniffle and you pull her into a hug. “You had good intentions, Kate. It’s alright now.”

She buries her face in your hair. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of the shit I said, I was just-“ Unable to manage more words, she just shakes her head.

You softly shh her, nodding in understanding.

“Does this mean I can stay here for a while?” she asks, voice shaking. “‘Cause I had to arrest my mom and I really don’t want to live with my stepdad after she framed him for murder and I tried to chop off his face.”

“Kate, baby,” you chuckle. “You’ve had a tough few days, huh?” She only groans. “Of course you can stay. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I kicked you out of our apartment?”

She jumps from your arms before you can react, wide-eyes and suddenly 12x more hyper.

“You’re taking me back?”

You nod, smiling at her antics. Without a pause, Kate scoops you up, spinning around in circles as you squeal. “Oh my god, thank you! I’ll never pull that shit again, (Y/N), I promise.”

“I know, I know,” you laugh as she slows, still holding you up. “I am making you do the dishes for two months, though.”

She leans in to kiss you. When you part, she shrugs. “I’ll gladly do all the dishes if it means you’re still my girlfriend.”

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