#priya x reader

[mcllover]

what i think they'll do after candy cheated on them:

nathaniel: put himself so much in his work everyone close to him start to get worried, don't go back to his place until it's extra late, will go back to his fuckboy era and try to forget candy (he can't)

castiel: he writes, so much he can make 3 whole albums, he probabbly canceled some date of concerts because he didn't felt well enough, gets mad at people when they ask about candy

hyun: go to his dad's house for some days because he don't feel like staying at home, will try to distract himself with his family, doing things for his mother, going places with his sister (i bet his entire family hates candy i understand),

rayan: find it hard to fall asleep, wondering what he did wrong, in class he'd be distracted and some of his students even asked him if he was fine, read books about heartbreak

priya: i feel like she'll want to move away, not because she felt forced but because its something she had in mind and no she doesn't want to stay in the same city as candy

you can share your thoughts too i'd be interested to read them (don't be mean)

#amour sucré #my candy love #my candy love x reader #amour sucre x reader #mcl nathaniel #mcl castiel #castiel veilmont #castiel veilmont x reader #castiel x reader #nathaniel carello #nathaniel carello x reader #nathaniel x reader #rayan zaidi mcl #rayan zaidi #mcl rayan #mcl hyun #mcl priya #priya x reader #rayan zaidi x reader #hyun x reader

[readbyred]

You're writing for the new TD? That's fun! I cannot wait to see more of it 🫶 Would it be possible for if you wrote about contestants that have no dating experience and ask their fellow contestants for flirting advice and strategy? I think this would be especially fun with contestants like Zee, Priya and so on! Thank you if you're writing this! 👐

I already like you anon, that’s a good req. I’ll do a part two if u want, with all contestants even. But for now I have only a few cause some just fit the prompt more/I have an idea for them. So those will b: priya, zee, axel, scary girl, ripper, chase. If you think I have a fav team - you’re totally right haha

Also I hope I understood correctly. If not I can redo it. Like, the character is into sbd (reader) and they ask their friend for advice, yeah?

-> Priya

We all know that her whole thing is being prepared, setting goals and reaching them. Whether it’s Total Drama or med school, she has it all figured out. But there was never any camp or class on having a crush. That’s why, when she realises that she has one, she goes to Millie for help. She has a way of looking at having one as if it’s a task she needs to accomplish, a challenge to win. Needless to say - it didn’t do much. Her crush might not even know she likes them at that point. So to stop herself from making things worse, she confided in her best friend. Millie, as a fan of traditional values above all, thinks that being kind and honest about her feelings is the way. To help Priya overcome her nerves, she proposes that she should get used to her crush by being around them in a group setting. Also, as she states, chivalry can do wonders. After a few days Priya did get more comfortable around her crush, even if only a little. Any time they need help - she’s there! Even if it’s just opening doors. As they get more comfortable with each other, she’ll even propose training them. After all, Millie said that the power of true classical romance can conquer all

-> Zee

As much of an easy going guy as Zee is, he does get a tiny bit worked up about his crush. There never was much of a desire to get into a relationship. Although he is a private person, he does mention some of his feelings to Chase and Ripper. Ah, my sweet summer child. That poor guy had no idea. As soon as they hear him mention having a crush, their eyes light up and they have him sit down, so that they can tell him EXACTLY what to do. They swarm him with incoherent advice, talking one over the other. They see this as their way to show off their incredible game. Of which they have arguably none. They make a ‘game plan’ for Zee, but half of it goes over his head. The other half of information still deals massive damage though. So every time he talks with his crush he pulls those weird moves that do nothing but confuse both parties. He mixes up the pick-up lines, makes multiple failed attempts at the yawn-thing and doesn’t even really get how those things are supposed to improve anything. Imo he’s too chill to really go all out and try to win sbd over in any dramatic way. And acting like somebody different is against his own beliefs. So he only ever listens to their advice if he thinks that it will make his crush happy. That’s for the best to be honest because Chase would be projecting his feelings for Emma and living through Zee’s situation. And I can see Ripper totally quoting some date coach he watches, like, build your crush up and then destroy them to show them who’s boss, don’t smile at women to make them think they have to work for it, compare them to other people. Thankfully it doesn’t work bc it’s Zee we’re talking abt, he wouldn’t. So, good on him. And his crush.

-> Axel

My girl definitely takes her time to realise she might need help. At first she would be trying to impress her crush with her survival skills. But showing up with wild animals half cooked on a stick or leaving trinkets at their shoes might not be the best idea to get her point across. This girl’s like a cat fr! I feel like she would maybe ask Nichelle since she always seems so confident and Axel is one of the only contestants that isn’t intimidated by her fame. Asking her might sound like a good idea, but uhm,, it’s very hit or miss. She doesn’t actually have much dating experience and just like with being athletic - she’s better at talking than at doing. But if anyone can advise Axel how to approach people- it’s her. The key to get to know her crush. She advises Axel to approach it like a task, like learning a new role. Observe, maybe ask their friends or them is she’s not sure about something. Ask them questions about themselves too. It’s not too romantic but it works.

-> Lauren

I’m not sure how badly the things would have to get for her to ask anybody for help. Her methods are… uncanny to say the least. She’s not above tormenting her crush for the hell of it. Actually, it might be her favourite thing to do. But it doesn’t get her far. That’s where Priya comes in. Since they became friends she would feel a bit more comfortable asking Lauren about the whole… situation. She’d be glad to help (despite having very little experience herself) but I can’t imagine Scary girl jumping on the chance. After some time she would give in though, if her crush gets too scared of her. Priya would try to get Lauren to open up more and it’s probably terrifying for all parties involved. But in the end she does convince her eerie friend to at least try to hint to the person that she’s interested in them romantically and will NOT hunt them down for sport (most likely). It’s Scary Girl we’re talking about so it’s about as romantic as it gets

-> Ripper

Just like he said, he has tons of experience and kissed a lot of girls. He’s just… unused to caring about one person. Yeah! Bc, yk, usually he keeps a rotation of hot chicks. No need to get all worked up over one girl that he could very easily have. Still, he does ask Chase for advice. Because he’s a bro and because he’s more so the type to get with someone long term. So, perhaps if his crush proves to be worth it, he might need help with starting his first serious relationship. Ripper’s idea of getting his crush to like him back is to get rich and/or famous. Then they will find him hot. If he’ll have money then he’ll be attractive and cool. Right? Well, Chase does entertain the idea but also tries to get his bro to rizz his crush a little earlier than after they all leave the show. It’s not like he has to ask him long, Ripper has a collection of lines straight from his favourite alphalpha pick up artist podcast and is ready to use them. Chase mostly just hypes him up. But also advises him against things like, yk, farting or talking about human waste (which should be a given but isn’t). Though Ripper is on the fence about it I can see him listening to the advice depending on how his crush reacts to those things. Also Chase tries to be his wingman. Which completely blows his cover, if his crush didn’t know Ripper liked them before - they sure will after Chase gets involved

-> Chase

Now, Chase has definitely been in a relationship. But realistically speaking it could have been his first and only one. And though he’s great, objectively his crush might not jump on the chance to be with him. Like, he’s not rly, yk, emotionally mature. Also, like, he did pee himself/right on the sidewalk on a date bc he couldn’t hold it and that seemed like the best option. Would sell his crush for pizza too. But! He is persistent. And strangely charming in his own failboy way. Still, if puppy dog eyes and following his crush around doesn’t work then he will ask his bros. It will either go great or very very badly. Because Zee could genuinely have some decent advice. And it’s not that Ripper can’t get good ideas. But I feel like he would get really focused on proving his experience with girls and not on actually helping. All in all at least Chase isn’t shy about his feelings, because the flirting advice he is given varies in quality. But at least his crush will know how he feels ig

#listen I’m not even clowning on the podcasts #I listen to some on yt myself even if I can’t really say I need all advice #like yk for dating bc it’s rly gendered #I’m more so expanding on the satire that is his character like ik he’s a parody of the type of guys that often even the hosts of these shows #disagree with #x reader #fanfic #imagine #x y/n #total drama x reader #tdi x reader #td x reader #Priya x reader #axel x reader #zee x reader #scary girl x reader #chase x reader #ripper x reader

[otherperson12]

Masters of the Air: The Angels of Death

Chapter 1: Part One

Disclaimer: Bucky being Bucky and a simp. Buck being tired of Bucky.

Thank you @infernal-hues

Bucky was satisfied with the newcomers. The beautiful ginger caught his eye. She had all his attention. By the words of the other girls, she seemed like a good pilot. That was a plus to her beauty. He had never been with a ginger before.

Buck had heard a little between the COs’ and everything looked fine.

Until supper.

“I can’t believe you both kept it from me!” Curt recriminated to the duo.

The news spread like fire. The only information going around was (and the only one that seemed to matter) about some beautiful singles —that was a regalement— skirts were in the base to stay.

When Curt heard, he knew Bucky (and obviously Buck) knew before anyone, so he went to them demanding some information.

Bucky laughed, “You can’t be mad at me. You love me too much.” He said with dove eyes at Curt and blowing kisses.

Buck laughed at them. “You were going to know sooner or later, Curt.”

That was supposed to be some kind of apology. But he did not want that.

“Why are they here?”, Curt asked.

Good question.

They both looked at Bucky who just winked at them.

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The interrogation was the perfect excuse to get better coffee than the regular G.I Joe one.

Colonel Elizabeth Nixon was the CO of the 1st Female Fighter Pilot Group: The Angels of Death. She was one of the first female pilots in the Air Force and she won her rank from the bottom even when her family could have paid for it. The girls respected her as a their leader.

“Girls, listen up!”, she called from the center of the room, once the interrogation was done. Everyone looked at her. “As you may know, we will get into combat soon,” some cheers, “We are going to be stationed here at East Anglia with the 100th Bomber Group.” she informed. “Our mission is to protect this side of Great Britain island and not let the nazis get into London.” Then she had to drop the bomb. Ironic. “At the same time, we have orders to escort the bombers in every mission as needed.”

WHAT?!

That was the first thing it came out of the boys’ mouth when they got the news.

After lunch, they all reunited in the conference room. Huglin had told them. Bucky was trying to hide his smile. And not look at Buck and Curt or he would really laugh.

“Those orders come from the upper command. It will help us to complete our missions and reduce the number of casualties.” He explained. “You just do what you’ve been training for so we can win the war. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!”

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Brianna did not want to be a babysitter.

“Just imagine their faces.” Priya suggested with a malicious smile.

Captain Priya Pilanka was from New Delhi, a squad leader like Brianna. She was as respected as hated just for her culture. The both of them bonded over their resentment for the british so they joined the yanks instead of having the UK flag in their uniform.

“This is not how I imagined it.” Brianna commented.

Priya knew what she meant. First, they did not want to wait more to go and fight, she felt anxious. And second…

“Giving you, women, a plane and a weapon don’t make you a soldier. You are just that. A woman who came to help, not to serve your country.” Brianna quoted under her breath.

Priya heard. She remembers those words very well. Their first day in training, almost two years ago.

Priya stiffed a little, “We just have to focus on flying and get the job done.”

They started walking to their new barracks when a voice called.

“Pilanka, Ross.”

Both girls turned and found Lieutenant Colonel Margarita Flores, (‘Mama’ for the girls) from Chile. She was a sweet woman, always taking care of everyone like a mother. She was a little worried about the news.

They salute her.

“How are you both?”, she asked sweetly.

“Anxious to get in the sky, ma’am.” Priya responded for them both.

Lt. Flores looked at Brianna, “I know is not what you expected. But don’t worry about it. You are better than any man. You are Angels, the best of the best.” She reassured them with a sweet smile. “I’m sure we’ll get a mission soon, so I want you both to get settled and go to eat. You are dismissed.” She ordered.

At the barracks, 1st Lt. Louisa ‘Lou’ Breaux had saved them both a bed next to hers. The three of them were a particular trio: the quiet scottish, the spicy indian, and the cute witch.

Lou was another squad leader, from Lafayette, Louisiana. And probably a witch. When she said it was going to rain, the sky seemed to melt. When she asked for a sunny day in the middle of the winter, the sun would appear as if spring had come earlier.

“I got your sheets and your foot lockers.” Lou informed.

“Thank you, Lou.” Brianna gratefully, appreciated. Lou smiled at her.

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Brianna was very excited about the idea of having a weekend pass so she could go to Edinburgh. After eating, she wrote a letter to her uncle, telling him she was back in Europe.

She walked around the camp looking for the post office. She did not want to ask for directions. The walk which supposedly was going to be calm, turned out to be the complete opposite.

“Hey, sweetheart!”

“Carrot! Do the drapes match the carpet?”

That one made her blush in embarrassment , but mostly boil herblood in pure rage. The cat calling continued until…

“Hey!”

The calls stopped. So did she.

“That’s enough!” Some man ordered in pure anger.

It wasn’t a deep voice, but so firm it made her almost stand at attention.

Brianna was able to hear the scold.

She took her chance to run away from the situation. The ginger walked as fast and calm as she could. The last thing she wanted to do was draw more attention to herself.

She heard someone walking right at her 6 o’clock, following her. At her left she found the post office and quickly entered.

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Bucky was walking around looking for troubles (Buck was sleeping and he did not want to third wheel Curt and some nurse), when he found them.

Well, he actually found her.

For Bucky it was the perfect chance to introduce himself to the newcomer. Until he heard the other soldiers.

He stepped in, did his thing and when he turned to her, she was walking away. Odd. So he followed the red head to the post office. And there she was, completely curved in some papers.

“Good afternoon, Major Egan.” The sergeant behind the counter greeted him.

“How are you, Tommy.”

Bucky saw her stand back little by little and face him slowly. She looked at him and his collar and stood more straight than before. She saluted him.

That had an interesting effect on John.

“That’s not necessary ma’am.” Bucky informed quickly.

Brianna put her arm down. She felt trapped. She delivered the letter and she wanted to go, but he was in the way.

Those small blue eyes were watching her intensely. It made her uncomfortable so she looked down to her feet.

John took his sweet time observing her. Her red hair was in a classic updo with her green cap, her straight pointy nose and small mouth. She had changed her flying uniform for her dress uniform.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. For what happened.” Bucky explained himself, pointing to the door.

Brianna opened her mouth and closed it, then she talked. “I am sir, thank you.”

Silence.

“Let me walk you to your quarters. So there’s no more incidents.” He offered.

‘I’ve spent too much time with Buck. I’m losing my charm.’ He thought.

“That’s not necessary, sir.”

“I insist.” He added quickly.

Silence again.

“If you let me, sir, It would not be appropriate.” Brianna explained trying to get him to let her go on her own.

“If someone asks I’ll explain the situation.” He reassured her.

‘How insisting!’, she thought.

John felt over the moon hearing her voice for the first time, small and cautious. He knew that his insistence on accompanying her was part of his desire to be with her. Normally, he would drink, pick a girl and take her to bed and that's it (and with that, he had gotten his own haters club) but she didn't even want to look at him.

“Let me walk you.” He said again.

Brianna knew he was not going to let her go.

“Alright.” She finally said.

In his mind, Bucky was doing a little victory dance. He tried to look normal, but a smile slipped to his face.

He moved from the door and opened it so she could go in first.

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Brianna and John walked the first twenty steps in complete silence. Until he opened his mouth.

“I’m John. John Egan. But everyone calls me ‘Bucky’”, he introduced himself looking at her.

Brianna took her eyes off the road to look at him briefly. She noticed his small blue eyes, which had a little mischief in them.

“Lieutenant Ross, Brianna Ross.”

Five steps more in silence.

“So you are a pilot.” Bucky said.

‘Doesn’t he have an off button?’, she thought a little desperately. She didn’t like being talked to, she didn’t like to talk.

“Yes, sir. I’m a squad leader .” She informed.

“Squad leader! That sounds important.” Bucky said impressed.

Brianna was irritated with the situation because obviously she had to answer to a ranking officer.

“I just do my job, sir.”

Bucky being Bucky, could not tell if she was just quiet and shy or she was getting pissed with him.

“You aren’t American.” He punctuated.

Brianna had spent years of her life trying to sound less Scottish, it looks like it did not work.

“Aye…” She said slowly, looking him in the corner of her eye.

Brianna found him already looking at her, a cocky smile and eyes full of mischief. She blushed as red as her hair, again, for being caught.

Embarrassed and now pissed, she walked faster trying to lose him.

He was having the time of his life, completely enamored by her cute reaction. She was shy, was his conclusion and maybe a little short tempered. John just followed her trying to be at her side again.

“Hey! Wait!”, he called. “I’m sorry!” He apologized. But she kept walking with her head down.

John saw her turn left, and then he saw a bunch of women hanging out of the quarters.

Everyone turned their heads as Brianna nearly ran into the quarters and slammed the door closed.

Then the eyes turned to him.

“Hi.”

He stood there just looking at the door, hands in his hips and a smile on his face. He chuckled.

Bucky started to walk away with intentions to go tell Buck when the door slammed open, a full round of laughter and calling. Brianna ran out hiding her face in her hands, the tips of her ears boiling red.

She was followed by Priya, who was mocking her and Lou, happy as ever, jumping with every step.

“Don’ worry, major. You’ll see her’ again’!”, Lou informed.

He snorted, “I’ll really like that.”

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“I swear to god, John, if you interrupt me one more time I’ll drop you in Berlin myself.” Buck warned him, eyes still in his book.

“That book will mean nothing when I tell you what just happened.”

Gale looks up to his best friend. A few hours prior when Bucky had said something similar, life at East Anglian had changed.

“Bucky”, Gale called at John.

“Yeah?”

“Leave those ladies alone”

Bucky laughed.

“Not any time soon”.

He walked away, but he stopped at the door.

“Brianna.” Bucky said.

Gale looked at him, not understanding.

“The name of my future wife, Brianna.”

‘Maybe Curt or Crank would like to hear about her’.

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Final notes

First of all, I’m not Indian (my heritage is from all over the world) but I wanted to add a little of cultural variety. I once meet an Indian girl and she was like Priya. Strong and spicy.

#bucky being bucky #bucky being a big simp for brianna #masters of the air #original writing #fanfic #john egan #major gale cleven #major john egan #brianna ross #priya pilanka #Lou Breaux #john egan x reader #john egan x oc #mota #hbo war #masters of the air fanfic

[4townlove]

this is how i feel coming back to 4townies and 4town after so long 🥹💛

#turning red #4town #4 town #4*town #4townie #4town x reader #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #meimei turning red #turning red miriam #turning red priya #turning red abby

[sammy-deserves-better]

Now then, the important question.

Who the hell out of the new cast actively writes and reads fanfiction

#total drama #total drama reboot #total drama island 2023 #personally I think Priya would read fanfiction #scary girl writes those messed up g/re fics #chase reads chase x reader fanfictions

[milexa2000]

Goth girl🖤💜

(Turning red 2022)

SHE IS SO PRETTY I LOVE HER🥹🖤💜

#turning red #goth girl turning red #turning red x reader #4town x reader #4townie #4 town #priya turning red #i love her

[djarrex]

Across the Stars || Part Four

EoE universe | AtS masterlist

<- previous part | next part ->

Summary: The symptoms from Rex’s treatment take an unexpected turn.

note: ty @rowansparrow for reading and for some much-needed help w this!

EXPLICIT | 18+ ONLY | angst, smut, needles mention. PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS CAREFULLY. These apply to events occurring in the very last scene (written in italics): graphic description of corpses in a nightmare sequence, graphic scene of childbirth, blood and gore, character death in a nightmare sequence. 

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Rex’s eyes crack open to the distant sound of his name that’s soon followed by obscure knocking as he rubs the stickiness from his eyelashes. It takes him a moment to register where he is and what had happened earlier. With every small movement of the muscles of his face, there are flakes of dried tears cracking and splitting, ungluing from the skin on his cheeks. His body feels drained, as does his mind. Eyes adjusting, Rex notices that the room is not as bright as it was before he’d let sleep claim him – the sky painted in purples and oranges as the reflection of the sun’s descent bounces off the crystal lake below the balcony. It feels as if he’s been asleep for millennia – groggy and weighted – in another universe. The air is thick – his brain fuzzy. He fixes his gaze to the colors painted by the sunlight on the ceiling above him – the shadow of the blowing drapes. The feel of his child laying on top of him grounds him to this world.

More gentle knocks snap him out of it, urging him to blink the moisture back into his dry eyes. The dryness he now feels contrasts heavily from all the tears that had lulled him and his daughter to sleep – a heavy knockout after a draining breakdown.

Priya is glued to him, her little fingers curled into his shirt and rosy lips puckered from how her cheek squishes against his chest. Lula is tucked under her arm, the red ears poking out from between them. Rex carefully wraps his arms around his daughter to roll her to the side of the bed as non-disruptive as possible, minding the slight bend in the mattress as he sits upright to check the time.

Shit.

Three more light knocks. Words being spoken from the other side of the door. “Is everything okay? I have been informed that you were not present today for treatment.”

Rex stands and pads to the door, rolling his head side to side and quietly unlatching it. He steps outside, peeking at his sleeping baby before closing it carefully behind him. 

“Ah,” Rex sighs – scrubbing a hand down his face. “Truthfully, it was a rough morning, though it was not my intention to sleep the day away.”

Bail doesn’t yet speak, but his words are ingrained within the concern in his features – the way his brown eyes scan the exhausted man before him.

“I suppose I should head over to the infirmary, that is, if I’m not too late.” Rex continues to fill the silence, “I’m sure missing a day of treatment isn’t something to take lightly.”

Hands folded behind his back, Bail raises his brows and tilts his chin upwards. Rex’s own brows pinch in confusion when the senator chuckles.

“You’ve got a little something in your hair, Captain.”

“Huh, wh– ”

Reaching to tap around where Bail’s eyes are looking, Rex feels the residue of dried jam, still stuck to the side of his head from this morning. Rex shakes his head and rubs at his temples, quickly remembering the events of this morning that left him feeling helpless and defeated as a father. Beaten. Drained. Rex isn’t sure how long the tears had fallen from their cheeks – unsure of what to do until it all fizzled into a shared slumber – his saving grace.  

“It’s alright. This is a lot, for you and your daughter,” Bail says with sincerity, placing his hand on Rex’s shoulder. “Freshen up then head to the infirmary. I’ll inform Dr. Brar, and would be delighted to take little Priya to supper in your stead.”

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Rex had been correct in a sense; skipping a dose of the serum would have thrown the entirety of the treatment off course, though there’s no telling what could have happened exactly, according to Dr. Brar. Luckily Rex hasn’t been very active all day, which helps with creating an easy passage for the serum to penetrate and work, and is able to receive the normal dosage, just far later than usual. Dr. Brar was just finishing up for the day when Rex entered, an apologetic smile on his face as the doctor’s eyes lifted from the ‘pad in his hands, gesturing with one hand for his patient to get ready.

“Good evening, is all well?”

“Apologies,” Rex sighs, stripping his shirt and kicking off his shoes. “This morning was, uh, it was rough, Doctor. Ended up sleeping the day away, which is something I… hadn’t done before.”

“I see. Your body is working to accept the chemicals rather than reject them, which means the serum is taking effect – that’s good.” 

Rex hums, placing his clothing and shoes on a chair in a neat pile. “It must be, because I was unable to taste my caf this morning.”

The doctor cocks his head – considering.

“Your sudden loss of taste seems to fall under one of the unforeseen, temporary reactions I had mentioned before,” Dr. Brar says simply, inputting notes into his ‘pad as the machine and its parts whir into position. 

“Yeah,” Rex chuckles humorlessly, wiggling his fingers against the cool metal as the braces secure themselves in place. “That was definitely… unforeseen.”

“I’ll do some research on your ageusia and its connection to the treatment. Your inability to taste may perhaps be the only reaction, or the first of many.”

“As you’ve said,” he sighs. “You also mentioned that any reactions should clear up by the end of treatment.”

“I did,” the doctor confirms. “They should.”

They should.

“They better,” Rex mumbles under his breath.

That familiar hum of machinery and computers marks the start of the dosage administration – the needles seeping into his skin. In the privacy of his mind and behind closed eyes, Rex flips through different distractions he has banked that could pull him from his current focus. 

He sees his wife nearly asleep in the rocking chair he’d built long ago, Gelisa and Garran bundled in each arm as they feed from her – the little soft sounds they make as they drink – the fluttering of their long, delicate lashes. Priya sits on the floor just to the side, quietly playing with her toys and being her siblings’ guardian, as she so often does when it’s the twins' time to feed. Priya perks up when Rex approaches – his body weightless as he nears the ones he loves most in this universe. Gelisa has unlatched and is now fast asleep while Garran keeps going, suckling and staring at his Papa as he stands above, watching in admiration. Rex runs a hand over his wife’s head before reaching to grab little Lissy, holding her close to his chest and moving to sit on the couch with her. Her eyes flutter open but she remains otherwise unbothered; she isn’t a fussy baby. She blinks those gorgeous lashes at her Papa, poking her tongue out between her lips and wrinkling her tiny nose. 

Rex feels the smile stretching on his lips and the words falling from them –  mouthing them as hears it in the memory.

“My little golden-haired Lissy. Hi, little love.”

Her hand wraps around the tip of Rex’s finger.

“Just a few more minutes, Mr. Gayiyla.” 

The doctor’s voice breaks his concentration for only a moment as the memory shifts into another – the scene before him bleeding into a different setting. He’s in their bedroom now, on the bed he and his wife share. It’s dark and quiet, though that quickly changes when his eyes adjust as everything in this memory takes its shape. The mattress softly creaks in a steady rhythm – the wood boards knocking against one another. Naked with a thin layer of sweat coating her skin, she’s right there – he can see her before him, but more specifically, under him. 

He can’t help it – he misses her – feeling more anxious and uncertain than he ever has before and there’s a need residing deep inside of him that begs for attention. His eyelids remain shut as he concentrates on what images appear in the darkness behind them, giving in to what he knows this memory holds.

There’s no build-up – no crescendo. Rex finds himself thrown in the middle of it – panting and sticky and losing himself already.

“Rex– oh, fuck… Rex… just like that, baby. Keep going – don’t stop don’t stop don’t you dare stop– ”

He feels her – so warm – so fucking wet. The heat blankets his body – numbs the pressure of the needles – the weight of metal.

“I’ll never stop,” he promised. “You’re mine forever, cyare. You, your heart...” he paused, thrusting into her with more force, leaning forward to capture her lips in an open-mouthed kiss. “…your sweet cunt. Every part of you.”

He feels her arching beneath him – the press of her perfect, soft breasts against his chest. The bite of nails digs into his back. There's the squeeze of her thighs at his hips.

Rex’s fingers twitch – longing to touch her. They move on their own accord – strumming her clit.

“You hear that? Osik… the sounds your pussy makes as you take me has my head spinning– ”

The fucking sounds. Wet, slick, slippery noises that squelch, suck, and pop on repeat as he rocks into her – drills into the depths of her heat. His ears become engulfed with it all, drowning out the distant beeping of the vital monitors. 

“Rex, baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep talking like that… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck– ”

“Cum, mesh’la. I wanna feel you strangle my cock, then I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good, you’ll have me leaking out of you for hours– ”

It’s been far too long since he came inside of his wife – felt the swell of himself engulfed in pliable, pulsating walls. The sensation is impossible to describe in words, but he can imagine it perfectly – remembering it in utter clarity. Feeling it happen through strong, unbreakable memories. Her palms cupping his face. The breaths they shared. The entangled limbs and heaving chests. Seeing it as if he were braced over her now, looking deep into her eyes.

The muscles of his abdomen begin to flex – dancing beneath the firm restraints. 

“Yes yes yes – oh my f-fuck – don’t stop don’t stop– ”

He can feel the groans and whines deep in his chest – the way they’d bubble and blow. Heat then travels to his face – the tips of his ears. His mouth is latched to her cunt – her thighs acting as earmuffs. He hears her heavy breaths, her mewls, her cries.

“Rex…”

“That's it. Say my name, cyare,” he hummed, tongue gliding through her sopping slit – dipping into her cunt. “Never stop saying my name.”

A series of loud, rapid beeping shakes Rex from the erotic memory – the heart monitor spiking.

Rex’s eyes fly open and his heart pounds in his chest. His mouth feels full of saliva and stuffed with cotton at the same time – the taste of her fading away. Eyes lowering, he easily spots the bulge straining under his briefs.

Fuck.

“Crazier things have happened, son,” Dr. Brar says plainly – unfazed – having noticed before Rex had. If Rex was able to shake his head out of pure embarrassment, he would, instead squeezing his eyes shut and steadying his breaths until the beeping of the monitor slows to a normal, unalarming rate. Tilting his head up once the restraints are lifted, he glares at the half-hard appendage between his legs, now less noticeable as the excitement fizzles. 

Well, that’s one way to pass the time. 

Rex isn’t sure what to say, rubbing at the back of his neck as he sits up and swings his legs over the edge, his hands folded in his lap in an attempt to shield what's left of his dignity. A wordless silence fills the air as the machines fasten themselves back into their terminals until he lands on: “The mind tends to, uh, wander when avoiding the present disturbance of tiny needles sticking into the skin.”

“No need to explain, Mr. Gayiyla. Here.” Dr. Brar approaches and hands Rex a smaller data pad, one that could fit into his pocket. “Use this to log any and all reactions and symptoms throughout the treatment. You’re the first patient to receive treatment like this, and the data would be extremely useful for us if we should treat any others who wish to pursue this course as you have.”

“I can do that,” Rex agrees – his ears still burning from embarrassment. 

“Eat. Rest.” Dr. Brar raises a brow. “Come back in the morning next time, hm?”

-

Back in his suite, Rex lays on the bed after a quick shower and change of clothes. He’d braved a trip to the banquet hall for any leftover food that had yet to be cleared out, scoring some bread that would fill the pit in his gut, ignoring the tastelessness of it as it went down. It had done the trick, satiating the hollow rumbling that Rex was no longer used to after these past couple of years – years of not having to live off rations.  

The moonlight shines through the room, illuminating the furniture and mosaic accents. Priya is with Leia, playing after supper as they have been – soaking up the time together. It's calm and quiet, the perfect setting to call his wife to recount the day's events.

Comfortable under the quilts with the comm sitting just below his chin, letting Lula snuggle up to him in his daughter’s absence, Rex goes on about his tasteless breakfast and extra long nap – forgoing to mention Priya’s breakdown. The last thing Rex wants is to detail his weakness – the defeat he felt as a father when the comm rang and rang in an attempt to contact his partner in this life. It’s not her fault; he feels that it’s his. Away from home, he’s solely in care of their baby girl and placing the weight of worry on his wife’s shoulders is not something he’ll do – not something she needs. 

“So it’s just… gone? Nothing?”

Rex hums in confirmation. “Completely unexpected, too. Pri and I were eating breakfast, and it just… wasn’t there,” he recalls. “I know the taste of bland foods – had plenty of that to last me a lifetime – but this was different. It all felt almost fuzzy and too thick for my mouth going in, like my tongue was numb. Even the caf, cyare.”

“Sounds like the doctor didn’t know what you could or would experience,” she comments.

“That’s because he didn’t, and still doesn’t,” he sighs. “He’s working off speculation – data gathered from other similar treatments and my bloodwork. I’m to log any and every reaction experienced throughout the treatment.”

“You’re strong, Rex. Unbreakable.” 

He doesn’t miss the way she speaks the words – the labored pauses between them. 

“You… alright?” 

“Yeah,” she answers with despondency. “Just tired is all.”

Rex considers her reason, deciding to lighten the mood – to put a smile on her gorgeous face, even if he’s unable to see it. Her smile is infectious, and it’s something he’d be able to feel through the comm, he’s sure of it.

“Well, you’ll get a kick out of what happened during treatment today.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

He’d been embarrassed at the time – and still a little bit even now, thinking about how he’d unintentionally let his walls collapse like that in front of somebody other than his wife – but he knows she’d enjoy the anecdote. Rex longs to see, to feel, her smile, even if at his expense. 

“I may’ve had an, uh… an erection right there on the table,” he chuckles, running his palm across his forehead. “Strapped down and getting poked at and all.” 

“Oh stars,” she tries to hold back laughter – snorting and pausing to collect herself. “What did the doctor say?”

“That he’s seen crazier things. Suppose that was meant to make me feel less like a di’kut,” he jokes.

“What were you even thinking about?”

“Well,” he starts – adjusting to press himself further into the pillows. “You. Us. In our bed, probably making the twins, if I recall.” Rex grins – the memory coming back to him. “It was like I was there again – hearing, seeing, feeling everything.”

“How in the universe would you know which time it was when you knocked me up?” she asks in amusement. Rex can practically see the incredulous smile and eye roll with every word – feels it in the growing strength in her voice. 

Chewing his lip, he shuts his eyes and recalls how it had felt to have his youngest daughter close her tiny hand around his finger – the warmth and security – the unvocalized love and trust. 

“Before that memory, I had one of the twins. Well, of all of us together. You were feeding them, exhausted and worn out. Pri was playing at your feet, then I came in and scooped Gelisa into my arms to sit on the couch with her. All of it – just as vivid.”

“Okay, Jedi,” she titters, and Rex laughs. 

“Oh, my beloved, I’m no Jedi.”

Just as he says that, soft knocks sound at the door, followed by the enthusiastic and muffled voice of his kid. “Papa!”

“Pri just got here,” Rex says into the comm. “She’ll be so excited to talk to you. Hang on a sec.”

He sets down the comm and quickly heads over to the door. Priya’s arms wrap around his leg before he can open it all the way. 

“Hey little love.” Rex takes a knee and grabs the toddler’s hands. “There’s someone on the comm who wants to talk to you.”

Her golden eyes light up as Rex scoops her up by her underarms then sits her on the bed – her legs swinging freely off the side. 

He picks up the comm, and before passing it to Priya, hears the faint buzz of static. 

What? She was just there.

Instead of making anything of the sudden and inexplicable disconnection, for his daughter’s sake, Rex holds back any concerned and distraught expressions, instead quickly switching off the comm, taking a seat at Priya’s side and grabbing her to sit on his lap. He tosses the comm away, and she shoots him an inquisitive look – head tilted up to analyze any thoughts or emotions displayed on his face. Rex knows her tactics – like father, like daughter. He wills the visage of a skilled Sabacc player, not risking a glance towards the discarded communication device. She has to have figured out who it was on the other end – a child too bright to have been part of this universe for only two and a half years. Anything he displays could give it away – trigger a sadness in his baby that he can’t bear to see.

“It was Uncle Echo,” he quietly tells the white lie, cautious of anything that could betray his tone. “He was just updating me on some things before the signal got interrupted.”

The signal had been operating just fine – the connection crystal clear. Nothing seemed out of sorts… except perhaps the fragility in his wife’s voice – the front of exhaustion and the mask of wellbeing. She’s been immobile and sleeping a lot lately, drained from providing and healing. Rex understands, except he’s not there as he should be and feels a shroud of guilt cocooning him because of it. He’s parsecs away and the realization hits him: he isn’t privy to what his wife is truly feeling. If not for his daughter sitting on his lap, watching for any twitch of his lips or pinch of his brows, Rex would be beside himself. Instead, the emotions sit stagnant within his chest, burrowing deeper every second he waits to speak. 

But why did she disconnect?

Rex clears his throat, attempting to expel the discomfort building within. He decides it best to not continue on the course of the comm’s disconnection. He always has been a flimsy liar, and his chest aches at the thought of the lie he’d just told his baby girl. A change of subject is crucial.

“How was supper, sweetheart?”

-

It had been difficult to wake the next morning, bright and early in time for treatment, but Rex made it work. His joints groaned at him – his muscles tender and fragile. He’d left his suite a few minutes earlier than usual in order to accommodate for the agonizing walk to the infirmary. 

The rest of day five had seemed to move in slow motion. He was in and out of treatment, which had been the easy part. Rex had operated everything afterwards submerged in a canister of molasses – boneless and weighed down by duracrete. The planet’s gravity felt a thousand times stronger, pulling him down into the earth as he trudged along – feet buried in coarse dirt. 

Once he’d gotten back to the suite, Rex collapsed into bed, too weak and fatigued to find food or care that his stomach felt like it’d been caving in on itself. He willed enough energy only to strip off his shirt and tuck himself under the quilts. 

Now, in the warm sunset light filtering through the drapes into the empty room, Rex is alone and wants nothing more than to let his body rest before the next day comes – before he has to do it all over again. Priya went with Leia to have another sleepover, a suggestion made by Bail so that Rex could have a night of uninterrupted recuperation. 

Rex feels that it'll become the preferred arrangement for the rest of their stay on Alderaan – for both his and Priya's sakes. 

Something inside of Rex is deteriorating. A chunk of him begins to rot as his body works with the serum in fighting to reverse his accelerated aging – he feels it. The change is there and he can only hope he sees the finish line as he'd been promised. 

She can't see me like this.

His thoughts spiral to his wife. Something is off and gut-twisting guilt plagues him for not having the energy to even attempt to contact her today. Rex shakes his head, digging his palms into his eyes to keep the tears from forming. 

Ahsoka would've called if something was wrong.

His wife and infants are under the best care – that he knows for sure. They're under constant watch. Ahsoka is part of the family – will protect them at all costs. She'd be privy to his wife's feelings and thoughts, though why she'd keep anything from Rex, he has no clue.

As his eyes start to grow too heavy to stay open, Rex promises himself that he'll call Ahsoka tomorrow. 

-

He’s too hot – a furnace burning under his skin. There’s lava in his marrow – melting his bones. His head feels like it’s swollen and everything inside of it pulsates and throbs as he thrashes it side to side. The rise and fall of his sweat-glistened chest has become rampant and uncontrolled. His limbs twitch and tense. 

Rex is fast asleep, unaware of his body's reactions and is none the wiser about how the terror he's submerged in drowns him – fills his head with fear and peril. Self-doubts and worst fears toe the same line in Rex's subconscious – fates changed and memories twisted.

“The first one is out - a girl, sir!”

She isn’t crying.

It’s loud. So much screaming – blood curdling screaming. Shouting. Crying – tears burning from exhaustion and strain. Rex holds her tight, looking over her shoulder at the delivery of his children. He sees her face – her head thrown back – jaw wide with excruciating pain and eyes rolled into her skull. His breathing picks up with anxiety, knowing there’s nothing more he can do for her. All he can do is wait. 

Blood. So much blood. Fluids. The horrendous concoction paints her inner thighs and the ladies’ hands. It spurts onto Rex. His newborn is coated in it – glued in her hair. Towels and linens are ruined with it. He’s afraid. She’s withering away in his arms as her body musters all the exertion it can. They’re taking everything from her – draining her lifeforce. There’s one more then she can let go – heal. 

“One more!” one of them calls.

“Push!” the other calls.

Rex’s bones are rattling but he’s otherwise frozen. He can’t speak – can’t open his mouth. Words are lost on him as he continues to watch her body contract and expel – eyes locked on the head slowly easing its way into the world. Every sound morphs into a faint, steady ringing as tiny limbs pop out from between her legs. Guided out of the canal, Rex’s son is born.

He isn’t crying.

“It’s a boy,” he hears a steady voice say - coming through the cotton in his ears. “We’ve a girl and a boy.” The voice fades again as she instructs another. “Get them breathing!”

The body in Rex’s arms has gone limp – her head lulled to the side against his shoulder. Air squeezes itself from his lungs as his chest constricts painfully tight. Ribs cracking – piercing his breaking heart. They’re trying to peel her from his grasp but he’s not willing to let go. He can’t breathe and the room is spinning and the roof is collapsing on them. The weight of the debris buries the two of them together, just as it should be. 

“How are they?” a nearby voice asks with frantic urgency.

“I can’t get them breathing!” another voice cries. 

In the pitch black from under the rubble, Rex sees his newborns, his babies, fixed with breathing apparatus – chests motionless and eyes closed. He reaches for them, but cannot make contact. Every inch he moves has them sliding further away. There’s no more oxygen. No escape from this hell. Rex can’t even cry for them – tears too sweet a luxury for a failed father such as himself.

The twins’ lifeforces ascend from their bodies in a brilliant gold light, infant hands balled into fists as they float in the direction of their mother’s body, beckoning to her. Still in Rex’s arms, her cold skin heats with warmth as that same golden light rises from her lifeless body, reaching to grab hold of her babies. Rex moves towards them, standing on his tiptoes and just inches away from making contact, when something grabs his ankle, pulling him into the earth. The offending arm is covered in white armor painted with a familiar blue and splattered with crimson, soon joined by at least a dozen more just like it, all reaching towards Rex to drag him under. Armored arms of his fallen brothers wrap around him, and Rex watches above as his wife and newborns’ golden lights fade away before his vision goes black. 

He’s pulled under. 

When his vision is restored, Rex is staring at the roof of something too close to his face – his nose nearly touching it. Laying on his back in a bed of earth, he reaches around but is blocked in by something on all sides – something that is not unlike a coffin. The faces haunt him in his eternal imprisonment – the screams and wails high-pitched in his ears. 

Suddenly the one side of his coffin fades away and opens up to another. Turning his head, Rex sees a little girl, laying on her back just as he is, motionless and just out of arm’s reach. A tiny peephole above shines a thin, bright light in the dirt, just above her head. Blinking his eyes to focus, the little girl’s appearance and features become clear. The realization hits him and the unbridled scream of terror that rips from Rex’s chest makes her head turn.

Her normally warm, exuberant eyes are void. The dark curls on her head are caked with mud. Her once perfect, soft, youthful skin is cracked with spidering lines like she was never human – a broken, porcelain doll. Her clothes are tattered and singed, but Rex recognizes them as the last outfit he’d seen her in. No tears bless him as he stares at his eldest daughter, imprisoned just as he is. He reaches for her, but just like before, it’s fruitless. 

Priya’s empty eyes stare in his direction. As she opens her mouth to speak, something small and slimy crawls past her pale lips and across her hollow cheek, disappearing into her ear. 

The voice that comes from her is too innocent and lively – doesn't fit the scene. Rex recognizes his daughter's voice all the same.

“Papa?”

-

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[priya-san]

bask in the afterglow (nsfw)

I actually can't write smut without a whole bunch of fluff! This is a slightly older piece of mine that I've only just got around to uploading. Also crossposted on my AO3.

Done with settling for stolen kisses and hurried moments, you and Sanji decide to make the most of some time alone on the ship.

Contains: nsfw under the cut, afab reader, smut and fluff

It wasn’t often that the two of you got some time alone. Between living on a rather crowded ship and the constant adventuring, you and Sanji were regularly kept apart. Franky had promised to build the two of you your own cabin soon, but until then you had to make do with stolen kisses and hurried fucks. 

So when most of the crew decided to disembark on the latest island, you opted to stay behind and was pleased when Sanji did the same. With Zoro napping in the crows nest, and Jimbei patrolling the deck, you decided the ship had ample protection and took the opportunity to pull your lover away from the kitchen and towards the women’s sleeping quarters.

Sanji, bewildered at first, soon caught on to your plan as you marched across the lawn. Jimbei nodded towards the two of you but pried no further, which you were thankful for. You turned to your love, a light pink blush dusted his cheeks. While his hair covered his ears, you were sure they were bright red. 

“I didn’t know you were so eager, my Princess.” He whispered.

“Can you blame me?” You ushered him into the room and locked the door, praying that Nami and Robin would understand (again). You looked up at Sanji, his eyes dark with want.

“It’s been far too long, my love.”

He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “That it has, love.”

The kiss started soft and gentle, unlike the frantic, passionate ones you usually found time for. This time you both could go slow. Sanji licked your lips, asking for permission and you immediately parted them, allowing him to slip his tongue in. He tasted sweet, a little like cinnamon, and you made a mental note to ask him what new recipe he was trialling afterwards.

Without stopping, you guided him to your bed. He sat on the edge and you straddled him, not once letting your lips leave his. Slowly, you began unbuttoning his shirt, revelling in the taut muscles underneath. Once unbuttoned, you made quick work of discarding the shirt to the other side of the room before going for belt. There Sanji’s hands clasped around your own as he broke the kiss. 

“Let me have fun too, love.” He whispered before nipping at your earlobe. You shuddered.

He begun at your neck, kissing all around it before pausing while you removed your top. He peppered the top of your breasts with little kisses and licks, which caused your quiet whimpers to become louder and more frantic. You started moving your hips, grinding against his hardness hoping he would get the hint. But he just stayed at your tits, deliberately playing with every part of the skin available but the nipple. The bastard was teasing you. How, you wondered, he was surely just as pent up as you. Your grinding became more insistent and when Sanji sucked particularly hard on your neck you let out a loud moan. He chuckled. 

“What’s the matter, my sweet?” Sanji’s voice was low and breathy, which made you even more wet. You pulled away, and put on the grumpiest face you could despite how you currently looked.

“For fuck’s sake, just take me already!”

Who was Sanji to deny what his lover wanted? No, needed. He pulled you back on to the bed so you were lying beneath him, and made quick work of your pants and panties. While he was doing so, you finally got your hands on that damn belt buckle, and yanked off his pants and briefs. Before he could react, you pulled him back to you for a bruising kiss, just wanting to feel him on top of you. You arched against his hard length and he hissed. Slowly, he pulled away, only to move a finger down to your slick. Now it was his turn to moan.

“Fuck gorgeous, you are so wet.” You were about to retort, when his fingers brushed over your clit which caused you to gasp as the sudden touch.

“Are you too sensitive?” Sanji asked as he slowed down. “Do you need me to stop?” You shook your head.

“Just take it slow, I want to enjoy this.”

“Of course, my love.” He lowered himself to kiss you once again, as his fingers moved expertly in and around you. You took in every sensation, completely losing yourself to Sanji. He pulled back, wanting to see you. Wanting to hear your moans, wanting to watch you squirm. As he kept his gaze on you, he lowered his lips to your chest and took your nipple into his mouth. You arched in surprise and his fingers picked up the pace, sensing how close you were. His focus on your tits and your clit proved to be all too much, with a stifled scream, you became undone. Sanji pulled you into a sloppy open mouth kiss, as you rode the aftershocks while grasping on to him.

“You’re amazing,” you mumbled after you finally broke apart. You nuzzled into his shoulder as he kissed your neck once more.

“And you’re beautiful.”

Not wanting to leave your lover hanging, you slid your hands down his back, and caressed him before you moved your hands around his hips to his cock, and gave it a sharp tug. Sanji let out a small gasp and you smiled.

“What do you need, my love?”

“You.” He growled.

You gave his lip a quick bite before you rolled over to your side drawer and pulled out a condom. Thank goodness you had remembered to stock up the last time you were on land. You ripped the condom out of the packet, and carefully placed it around him. Sanji pinned you back underneath him and lowered himself into you. You groaned, as you finally felt that wonderful stretch you hadn’t experienced in so long. Wantonly, you moaned. Any fears you had about being heard earlier were long gone, as Sanji picked up the pace spurred on by the beautiful noises you were making.

He lifted up your legs, peppering them with kisses as he positioned himself even deeper. 

“F-fuck, Sanji.” You could barely call his name. He fucked you hard and fast, the concept of slow was long abandoned.

  You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him towards you, craving every inch of your body. Sanji buried his face into your neck, growling out your name as you continued to moan. Sanji knew he was close, but before he could come, he had to see you. Had to see the faces you were making, hear your moans that he had caused to leave your lips. Pulling himself away from your neck, he saw you, your hair wild across the pillow, your face covered in the light glow of sweat as you panted out his name. No one else had ever seen you like this, so completely beautiful. With one final thrust, he came inside of you.

He hovered above you for a while, catching his breath, before looking up and meeting your hooded gaze. Gone is the lust and want that was there just before, now replaced with love and adoration.

“I love you,” the two of you said in unison, then giggled at the coincidence. 

You wanted to pull him down for another kiss, but before you could he pulled himself out.

“I’ll be right back, love.”

You nodded, and spread yourself out fully across the bed, relaxed as you basked in the afterglow.

Not a minute later, Sanji was back, condom discarded and all cleaned up, armed with a damp towel to wipe you down. Despite how long you’d been together, you still felt shy whenever he did this. 

Sanji discarded the towel next to your bed before meeting your blushing face. He laughed. “Oh, this you get embarrassed by?” You lightly hit his arm.

“Shush, you.” You pulled him back into your bed and slip the two of you under the covers. He slid his arm behind your neck, and instinctively you nuzzled into his chest.

“We shouldn’t stay here long, the others will be back soon.” He said quietly, voice thick with sleep.

You felt your eyes closing but nodded all the same. “Just a quick shut eye. We won’t be long.”

Sanji shook his head. “Not long at all.”

—   The low glow of the moonlight is what finally disturbed you from your slumber. You were still in Sanji’s arms, and you gently shifted up in hopes you wouldn’t disturb him. As you sat up, you noticed a piece of paper with some numbers on it flutter to the ground from your bed. Curious, you picked it up, only to regret doing so.

‘Fine: 1, 000, 000 berries to be delivered to Nami for fucking in shared sleeping quarters. Interest not included.’

Ah, fuck.

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[vanaglori-ah]

under the stars

pairing: priya x gender neutral! reader

word count: 1,414 words

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tag list: @mrsbsmooth @lasswithumor

too much drama.

love island was a reality show all about the drama. of course you would know that. you were on the show. you watched it with your best friend when it was airing. it was a form of entertainment and bonding, eating snacks with them as you both screamed at the telly and ranted to each how horrible one person was to the other.

weird how your best friend was probably now watching you.

sitting outside.

on the day beds.

alone.

you needed to be left alone, especially after you had endured all the drama recently. lottie was acting out of her lane, dragging you into it, asking for your opinion, and getting mad when you didn’t take sides. of course she was out of her lane. she’s been there since day 1! and what was it now? day 13? you were done. part of you wanted off this island-

“it’s a little chilly out here, isn’t it?”

you immediately sit up. priya in all of her glamor. her nightwear was always so cute. you were kind of jealous that it was cuter than yours. “well it’s not like it’s raining. it’s pretty moderate out here.” you pull the duvet closer to your body. “it’s actually warmer than inside. the villa is freezing!”

“i get cold easily too.” she slides next to you.

“so...” you look away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. you were sitting right next to your crush! sure, you loved the others. you loved your partner. but it just wasn’t right.

every interaction you had with priya...now that was right. the way she laughed, how she wrapped her arms around you, the smell of her pineapple mist when she walked past you and you caught of whiff, the silkiness of her hair and its vibrant color. you also loved her beauty mark or the way she applied her lipstick. she needed to tap the end against her lips before smearing it with her finger. or how she fiddled with her nails when she was excited, trembling with anxiety. and you loved how she gently ran her fingers through her hair in the morning in an attempt to detangle. or how she peeled onions so effortlessly with her fingers and didn’t tear up. there was tension between you two. a lot of it.

but you didn’t know if she could feel it too.

“what are you doing out here?”

“i’m joining you silly!” she sticks her tongue out as she moves closer. “you looked a little lonely out here anyways. besides, someone has to check up on you.”

“it’s nice to know people care.”

the two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, looking up at the stars. you could see them so clearly. it was nice to be here, on the day bed without hearing any noise. everyone was sleeping and your mind was clear. plus if someone was doing bits, you couldn’t hear them.

“hey, i’m sorry about earlier.” priya sighs.

“sorry for what?”

“for dragging you into operation nope.” she turns on her side to look at you. you look at her. she looks like an angel with the moonlight acting as a halo. she looks ethereal, like a moon goddess. “it was immature of me. and i should’ve known that it would obviously turn out poorly.”

“to be fair, there’s nothing to do in the villa asides from stir up drama.” you chuckle. “but it’s fine. i think nope needs a break anyways. like noah needs some distance to really appreciate hope you know? plus some change might be good for her, try something new to see if it’s right.”

“who do you think should be with hope?”

“lucas.”

“lucas? really?”

“yeah. he’s got a big fat crush on her anyways. and they have similar working lifestyles you know? so it works out. lots in common. i think him saying he likes blondes is a fluke, probably to get dudes off of his back if they ask him what his type is. he said he’s not into one singular type anyways. besides, anyone can have blond hair.”

“yeah but you’re coupled up with lucas.”

“we’re more like a friendship couple.” you shrug. “he has a crush on hope. and...i have a crush on someone else.” you hesitated in saying the last part.

“really?” priya’s eyes widen as she leans closer to you. your breath hitched in your throat from the distance. you were so close. if you could push yourself a little, your noses would touch. “who? who? you can tell me. who’s got (y/n)’s attention here? i mean you are the hottest person here.”

the heat within your cheeks grew hotter. unbearably hot. “i- uh...well, that’s complicated!” you started laughing nervously, pulling the duvet up to cover your face.

“awww! little (y/n) is embarrassed! you have to be massively into this person then since you’re so nervous! like a school mate.”

“it’s more than just a school crush.” your voice is slightly muffled by the duvet.

“then who! i gotta know! maybe i can help!”

“ummm...well...” you slowly move the duvet to reveal your eyes as you look into hers. they glimmered like the stars above you. you were only a mere planet.

priya was a galaxy.

“y-you.”

you immediately pulled the duvet back over your eyes. you didn’t want to see her face, know her reaction. what if she reacted poorly? what if she didn’t like you that way and it felt like you were pressuring her? what if the audience’s favor for you finally died down after this and they would assume you had bad intentions? would they crucify you for betraying lucas, who was probably an audience favorite? there were so many things that could go wrong and oh god this was a mistake! coupling up with lucas was a mistake! trying to make friends was a mistake! coming here was a mistake! love island was a mistake!

priya’s hands gently pull the duvet cover to reveal your face. you let her, opening your eyes slowly. her face was calm and her lips curled into a small smile. your hands trembled, afraid of what’s to come.

she gently covers your hands with her own.

“i’m flattered!”

she leans in.

your noses are touching.

“you know, i do have to admit. i also have a crush on you. and for a while actually, since i came in. you were the first person who caught my eye.”

you didn’t know what else to say and your body trembled with excitement as she leaned in and her lips met yours.

her lips were soft and her kiss was gentle. the grip on your hands tightened ever so slightly. you were frozen for a brief second because you could not believe it.

you were kissing priya.

you were kissing your crush.

never in your life had that happened.

but this was love island. love island was the farthest thing from your mundane life.

you kissed back eagerly, your lips moving to the pace she set. this was a lot different than in the challenges. those kisses were steamy and sure, full of passion. but they were garbage compared to this.

this kiss was intimate, soft, emotional. you could sense the love behind it. even if it was a crush, or as lottie put it, the fanny flutters, it still was real. what you felt was real and what priya was feeling was real. and her reciprocating was as tangible as the day bed you both were lying on.

you both pull away after what felt like a second. a blissful second that you desperately wanted to last longer.

“i-i thought you struggle to commit.”

“well,” she hums, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “i do. but i’m willing to give it a shot.” she leans closer to you. “for you. even if it...scares me.” she bites her lips and looks away, a blush beginning to form on her cheeks.

you smile. “we can take it slow. there’s no shame in that.”

she looks back at you, her eyes bright. “you’re so amazing, you know that (y/n)?”

“i try my damnedest.”

you lean towards her and press your lips against her own before wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her taut to your body. she grabs the duvet and pulls it over the both of you, shielding your bodies from the cameras.

you couldn’t wait for the next recoupling.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg priya #litg fanfic #litg priya x reader #x reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader

[mad-rdr]

The Oleander Sword (The Burning Kingdoms) - Tasha Suri

★ ★ ★ ★/5

I've just determined that I have to get used to how slow paced this series is. It's strange, for fantasy, but oh well. I really liked this book. Malini and Priya have such a complex relationship that hurts so good. The concept of trust is very prominent for the both of them and it's interesting how they use it against each other. I felt like they both grew a lot in this book, Malini especially. But my god was that ending brutal. The finale with the battle against the yaksa is going to be absolutely terrible and I'm not sure if our favorites will survive. As much as I've felt like I've complained about this series, I'm very appreciative of the sapphic relationship at its center. It is one of the few high fantasy books that centers on women loving women and this author portrays it all so well. I'm really grateful we're getting more significant representation across all genres.

#the oleander sword #tasha suri #the jasmine throne #the burning kingdoms #priya x malini #adult fiction #fantasy #high fantasy #booklr #reading #wlw #wlw books #book review #books and reading #reader #reads

[frypansgirl]

Turning Red Masterlist

Incorrect Quotes

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#turning red #turning red x reader #mei #mei mei #mei lee #priya #abby #tyler #miriam

[mcllover]

ALSO OUR CANDY CALLS THE LI HUSBAND/WIFE like yes i know they're married but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#my candy love #amour sucré #mcl castiel #castiel veilmont #mcl nathaniel #nathaniel carello #castiel x reader #im sad its the end #mcl hyun #mcl rayan #mcl priya #amor doce #amour sucre x reader

[readbyred]

TV confessions

you catch their eye and they mention you during one of their confessions;; inspired by @/td-scenarios

Characters: Bowie, Priya, Millie, Emma, Ripper, Damien

Warnings: fresh characters so I’m learning to write them; a tiny spoiler for e02 in Damien’s part; Ripper; not proofread; the reader in Ripper’s part seems to be written as fem but I honestly think it’s 10x better if you read it as anything but lol

-> Bowie

He runs his hand through his face.

“I’m just here to say that owls are definitely not mammals” he looked as if he could hardly believe he had to say the sentence out loud. His teammates never failed to disappoint, apparently.

Though he was about to leave, he sat back down. Only a second of static in between, as the camera was ready to shut off after the initial statement.

“Ou, and have you seen what me and y/n had going on?” He pointed towards the door outside “I mean, they are fine! I’m definitely not making the same mistake as with Caleb, for sure”

He seemed to have remembered something.

“Of course that doesn’t change anything. I’m totally chill about them. A game is a game and I won’t let somebody like y/n distract me, that can get messy real quick. I’ll be unmoved by them. Or their beautiful face or perfect hair or those eyes… ugh, I need to get it together”

As he slumps in his ‘seat’ and lets out a sigh, the camera finally cuts.

-> Priya

She sat down comfortably, as if it was her own place. In a sense, she was pretty familiar with it. In contrast to her body, her face had a stressed, uncertain expression on it.

“I can’t focus because of y/n… As a contestant of course. Mom, dad - I remember the training, I won’t let them distract me. They worry me as a contestant. I don’t want to get them voted off. But if they did end up eliminated I would enjoy it… not”

She adds the last part quietly. As she rubs her forearm, her expression remains bothered.

“I mean, it makes sense I’m on high alert, right?” Her attempt at reassuring her parents didn’t seem too convincing “they are smart, a quick thinker, effective, pretty, motivated, strong, pretty..”

Her voice trailed off. With an equally terrified and embarrassed expression she snapped out of her daze.

“They need to leave the game quick!”

The footage cut to static.

-> Millie

Still scribbling, she didn’t even address the camera as it switched on.

“I wouldn’t have pegged y/n to be the type” she began still looking at her notes “but they really seem not like the other girls/guys/teens”

Finally, she faced the camera fully, talking in her optimistic, confident manner.

“I could hardly take any notes about them” she proudly proclaimed. To be fair, that did set y/n apart from other contestants in Millie’s eyes. Pointing down at her notes she added “ I have some other information - basic things like their favourite colour and music genre. For research”

As guilty as she looked, she still spoke woth her calm demeanour. Perhaps she felt the need to explain her highly-non-scientific demeanour, because she kept talking.

“Besides, you have to admit they are… quite good looking” she looked away from the camera for only a second. Then, matter-of-factly added “On top of being the most sane. Who knows, if they feel the same, we could get to know each other. As soon as this madness is over”

This was the end of the confession and as soon as she spoke the last words, the screen switched to showing the next scene.

->Emma

Sitting down in front of the camera she had an excited grin on her face, as if she couldn’t wait to tell the audience what was on her mind this time.

“You have to admit - y/n is hot. I mean, I thought Caleb was fine, but then I saw them! They are literally so perfect” she blushed, still looking into the camera with the same smile.

“I’m here to win, not to get with someone, but some looking and flirting can’t be that bad. Come on, you have to admit, they are fine”

Tapping her chin she thought about something for a bit.

“Come to think of it, they are super sweet to me too. Maybe they feel the same? I really hope I’m right! I mean, what kind of a dream come true would that be? They are so dreamy…”

As she cups her face and looks off to the distance, the screen is filled with static and the scene ends.

-> Ripper

Any viewer who saw his smug face apprear in the booth must have anticipated to hear a gross or a straight up inaccurate statement from the teen. Not this time.

Instead, still filled with his self assurance, he began speaking.

“We all know who the other hot person here is. Y/n, obviously” the more he thought about his words the more embarrassed he became.

“Not that I care. I’m a guy, I don’t get feelings. And I don’t care about y/n. That’s a beta move and I am not a beta. All I care about is the grind. That’s why, when I win this, y/n will be so into me and will find me attractive and cool… but I won’t care because men don’t care about anything. Especially women. Wait. That’s not what i-“

In a shot at himself only Owen could rival, he got visibly embarrassed. Grumbling he crossed his arms in an defensive manner.

“Just because they’re smoking hot and laugh at my jokes they think they are so great. But I only care about winning. And beating my record. Speaking of which-“

He (or a poor intern, knowing his lack of shame) turned off the camera before, in his naturalistic fashion, he used the booth for its true purpose on TV.

->Damien

With his face a bit too close to the camera he attempts to record himself. After making sure that it’s working, he sits back with an unsure smile.

“Okay, that thing is not cooperating with me today. Or at all” he spoke. So far he managed to look out of place in every Total Drama location, bathroom included.

“But it’s not so bad here. I got to talk with y/n after the last challenge. We all looked pretty beat but they managed alright too. I hope they are okay though. I know I’m not” only half ironically he pointed to his bruised face.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here” he addresses the elephant in the room “but if I play things right, maybe I will get somewhere with y/n. That and survive. Plus get the money. Mainly the money”

He leaned on his elbows towards the camera.

“I just like how cool and chill they are, alright to talk to. I don’t hate those other guys, but y/n is a nice change. And they look good”

He shifted, ready to leave, but before getting up he looked into the camera once again.

“Hope I can make the right moves” he gave the audience a half smile. And with that, the video ended.

#tdi #tdi x reader #total drama spoilers #total drama x reader #tdi emma #tdi bowie #td emma #td bowie #td damien #td emma x reader #td damien x reader #td bowie x reader #td priya #td priya x reader #td ripper #td ripper x reader #td x reader #new total drama #x reader

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Quid Pro Quo | Michael Gavey x fem!reader

Summary: After being ditched by her friend at the Trinity College Christmas Party, she finds herself enthralled with learning the language of Michael Gavey | Word Count: 3.8k~ | Warnings below the cut!

Part Two: Carpe Diem Part Three: Veni, Vidi, Vici

warnings: virgin michael, semi-public sexual conduct, oral sex (m receiving), heavy petting

If she has to listen to Professor Wardon swoon over Ancient Greek and how it ‘drove him to pursue his dreams in extending his passion to other students’, she thinks she might actually fall asleep.

She's in a good spot to do so, nestled between two other students, the one on her right seemingly just as bored as her, and conveniently hidden behind a tall, lanky first year, who sits straight, with his head perfectly obscuring hers as he fixes his posture regularly.

Several times throughout, she's checked her watch, and yet the second hand never seems to move an inch.

Professor Wardon is just about to go on a lovesick spiel about Homeric Greek when the lecture concludes with a heaved sigh from every student as they sling their hefty bags over their shoulders.

“Remember I want 2,500 words on Les Liaisons dangereuses in my pigeon hole by next Thursday, before your Christmas parties!” 

“Oh joy,” she sighs with a grin to the girl walking shoulder to shoulder beside her as they leave, feeling noticeably lighter knowing that that's their last lecture before Christmas break.

“Christ, you're telling me. I can't be arsed to even right my own name at the moment, nevermind read 18th century fucking French.”

She gives a snort in reply, “Merry Christmas to us, eh? Should do what the French do and have a revolution or something.”

“Yeah, eat our lecturers or something.”

“Alright, I wouldn't go that far.”

“Anyway, I'm off to T Library, see ya, have a good Christmas and don't do anything I wouldn't!”

She waves her off as her friend disappears, the cold air of the outside nipping at her skin that manages to sneak beneath her coat.

Oxford University is not what she imagined at all. She came here very much feeling like an outsider, like there'd been some sort of paperwork mistake and it was supposed to be someone else in her place. 

The imposter syndrome seemed difficult to shift, but she'd at least managed to make a couple of friends since starting in September.

Languages had always found her well, and seemingly the only thing she managed to actually understand. People were inconsistent, cruel and fickle. Languages, though they shifted and changed, were firmly rooted in reason and understanding. 

As sad as it sounded, conjugating verbs, vowel shifts and rare dialects were the one thing she found herself itching to discover more about. The idea that there was more to uncover seemed exciting and scary at the same time.

And Oxford University was the best place she could be to do that.

All that said, her eagerness to get involved with her studies had left her social life with much to be desired.

In the first two weeks of university alone, she'd gained one friend and lost a boyfriend. And while they were drifting apart anyway, it was still a relatively large blow to her self-esteem and her confidence to actually get out there, socialise and make the most of her first year of freedom.

The only friends she'd made were those on her course. Priya, who'd just abandoned her to stick her nose in books about the Great Vowel Shift, and Anya, who…to be honest, rarely left her room. Seeming more like a ghost than anything else.

It was a wonder she was still a student, with how often she missed classes.

What Anya does do best, is manage to somehow rise out of her pit to drag her to Christmas parties that aren't even run by their college.

Which is why she finds herself somehow at Trinity College campus, where she eyes several scantily clad women wearing revealing Santa costumes adorned with itchy tinsel.

Anya is the sort of girl who, well, every girl kind of wants to be. So much so she sort of wonders why she hangs around with her. She's pretty, fit and fucking clever. Her only downfall is her taste in men, so often being Oxford pretty boys.

So it is absolutely no surprise at all, when two jägerbombs in, Anya has somehow slipped into the arms of one aforementioned Oxford pretty boy, seeming in every way a clone of the previous, with the exception of the way he pairs his Ayia Nappa top with his low rise jeans and the only effort to conform to  theme, is a pair of plastic reindeer antlers on his head bobbling side to side.

She grimaces as she watches them suck each other's faces off in a dark corner of the room, ‘Stay Another Day’ by East 17 blaring with a cheap crackle through the speakers as she makes her way through the bodies to somewhere quiet.

She sighs, nursing the rum and coke Anya had sloppily poured her in one hand as she closes the door behind her, shutting out the drunken squeals and cheers for the peace of a quiet common room.

It's still decorated, she notes, but empty. Maybe she could lurk here until Anya is done, if she ever will be.

The deep clack of a pool ball being sucked into a socket makes her jump, realising perhaps that she was not actually alone, as she'd previously thought.

The cool light hung above the battered pool table illuminates his deep red jumper, and the first thing she sees is the way he leans on one leg, standing straight as if he was imitating the rigid pool cue leant before him. The yellow lined detailing around the cuffs highlights his small wrists and big hands that stretch from it as he rubs blue chalk onto the tip.

Her eyes trail up the back of his neck, past the lazy waves of dark blonde hair, clearly due a trim at some point, and to his face, even from this angle able to see how his features sit. With a sharp nose and jawline, and black skinny glasses perched above his cheekbones.

She almost laughs at the way he's almost as tall as the light that illuminates the table, half-thinking that she might never have seen such a strange and yet interesting looking guy.

“Didn't fancy the party?” she finally says, alerting him to her presence.

She doesn't quite expect the way the light bounces off his sharp features, sinking his blue eyes in shadow as his head turns to her with an expression of boredom.

“Not particularly, no.” 

His voice is lighter than she thought it would be and part of her wonders if he's putting it on. He presses his glasses further up his nose before assessing his next shot, stalking around the table.

“Why's that?”

This time, when he answers, he doesn't look at her. He simply leans down, and aims.

“Not. Fucking. Invited,” he replies bitterly, missing a yellow, “that's why.”

Her fingertips moisten against the glass as the ice begins to melt, but she pays it no mind.

“So you're lurking about in here instead.”

He plays with the cue in one hand, barely sparing a second glance, a bitter, quiet laugh escaping him.

He misses another red before he heaves a sigh, straightening to look at her again.

“You here alone as well?” he asks dispassionately.

She smiles lazily and shrugs.

“My mate is…a bit preoccupied, if you know what I mean,” she replies, taking an awkward sip of the now watered down drink, “like you, I don't really think these are my thing either.”

He seems to consider her statement for a moment.

“Why come then?”

She shrugs again, “trying to be sociable.”

“With those vapid cunts? Good luck getting any intelligent conversation out of them.”

She watches as he picks up the blue chalk again, applying more when he doesn't even need it in sort of a nervous gesture, his blue eyes averted and pretending to assess his next move.

There's something about him. How judgemental he is and how he forms his words. Perhaps she hadn't expected this sort of guy to be so outwardly honest with his opinions, and for the most part, she can't say she disagrees with the message, just the way in which he said it.

“Can I play?” She asks, leaning over to put her drink down.

“What are you reading?” He asks so suddenly, and out of context, that she does a double take.

She raises her eyebrows, smiling, “Does my answer depend on if I get to play or not?”

There's no answer from him. Shocker of the century.

“Modern Languages.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans.

She's a bit too happy and dizzy on rum to get defensive.

“Is that one of those subjects that sounds way less interesting than it actually ends up being?”

She gives a breathy laugh, “just like languages.”

He hums, as if the answer didn't impress him, “more of a science and numbers man myself, obviously.”

For a moment, it's lost on her why it's obvious.

He takes a sip of his, no doubt, stale beer, wetting his lips after, “Your name is?”

She narrows her eyes teasingly, smiling as she leans against the table, “quid pro quo.”

She enjoys the brief confusion on his face, before he realises what she's said.

“Okay, okay, Michael.”

She smiles, “See? You know what that meant. Who says you're not a languages man?”

It's the first time he seems to duck his head, hiding a blush she's barely able to see.

“I don’t think the Ancient Roman idea of fair exchange warrants the title of ‘languages man’.” 

The blue chalk comes off on his hands as he fiddles nervously with it.

“So, am I bestowed the privilege of playing?”

He raises his head, and she can tell he's trying his damndest to not let a little beer-induced smile pass his lips.

“I suppose I could allow you to embarrass yourself in front of me for a bit, if you insist. We'll have to share a cue though.”

She doesn't have the heart to tell him her uncle was a pool player, and so by extension, has played pool for most of her upbringing. Rather, he finds out himself when she pots three yellows in a row.

It's either the alcohol or pity that kicks in when she misses the fourth, holding the cue for him to take.

“You being good at pool wasn't on my bingo card,” he mutters with some nervous teasing in his voice.

They go back and forth for a bit, missing some, potting some, with interspersed conversation between. 

“Thought you might have been a Norman-no -mates, like me,” he says quietly as he watches her assess her next shot. Bending to aim.

“You're not far off,” she replies, “first fortnight I was down a boyfriend. Since then, I've only been up two friends and one of them is in the other room  having ditched me for the shag of a lifetime.”

She doesn't see it until after she takes the shot, the way his eyes flit back to hers quickly as she rights herself to stand.

Was he checking me out?

As if he was lagging, he only laughs now at what she's said.

“What about you?” She asks, “no girls, or boys, on the scene?”

He blushes a lot when she asks that. And she can't help the fluttering in her chest she feels that someone might find her attractive.

“Can’t say there is.”

She stands close, passing the cue to him, electricity warming her fingertips as she grazes his.

“And why not?”

He scoffs bitterly, “have you seen me?” he mutters, wandering around the table, suddenly unable to shake the feeling of her gaze, “Not too many girls out there looking for the stereotypical nerdy math boy, really.”

“Hm,” she hums, “how unfortunate for them.”

He sinks a red, picking at his red jumper.

“Yeah, they're clearly missing out, huh?”

The bitter and self-deprecating tone of his voice makes her heart sink a bit. He's not a bad looking guy, she thinks. His style, glasses, hair, she would almost say look actually quite cute.

Maybe that's the thing he doesn't like.

“No interest? Or is maths the only one for you?”

He misses the next shot and sighs, holding the cue for her to take, “clearly, the only one I need.”

She steps close to retrieve, taking her time, looking up at him as she does. At this proximity, Michael sucks in a breath quietly, his lips, which she can't say she'd noticed until right this moment, parting and his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flit rapidly down her.

A warmth swirls in her gut at that.

She circles the table, “what about in the past?” 

He leans against the other side, his hand on the cushion, long fingers splayed on the green fabric. She has to shake her head to break her own trance.

“Can’t say my love life has exactly been a roaring success, honestly.”

The way he says it.

She wouldn't be surprised if he was…

Oh.

“So what? You're focussed on your studies?”

She misses. Too set on the conversation rather than the game.

He gives a mirthless laugh, “Sure.”

She rounds the table, holding the cue for him to take, but when he reaches for it, she pulls back with a smirk.

“So we've established you're not one for languages,” she starts, and Michael furrows his brows in confusion, “have you ever really asked for what you want? Ever?”

He seems to miss what she's trying to say.

“Have you been with a girl?”

At that, his eyes widen slightly, a blush crawling up his neck to the tips of his ears, cheeks near matching his shirt.

She knows she has her answer.

“Well…I…no, I haven't…”

At chest height, she can see the way his breathing elevates.

“And, hypothetically, if a girl expressed interest. What would you say?”

His lips part for a good few seconds before he gives a reply, “I’d…I um…I guess it depends who…”

It's like he's afraid she'll make fun of him for it. 

“What about, if it was me?” She asks, her voice lowering as she reaches out to pick some lint off his jumper, like it's the most normal thing in the world. His body goes all rigid as she does.

This isn't normal in his world.

Michael swallows thickly, “you're not taking the Mick out of me, are you?”

She shakes her head, “I just want you to feel comfortable asking for what you want.”

For someone who had so often thought about it, now when faced with the situation, he feels as if he doesn't know what to do or say.

She's still stood with the cue in one hand, close enough so that when she shifts her weight from foot to foot, her knee grazes his leg. It's interesting to watch him think so deeply about it. Convinced he's probably never thought of anything so much in his life.

“What if what I want is…you?”

The tension deepens like the tone and volume of his voice. And without effort, a smile finds its way to her face when she looks at his expression. He's frozen stiff, for once, not knowing what to say.

So nothing shocks her more when he grabs the pool cue as a means of pulling her to him, and he has to duck considerably to press his lips clumsily to hers. He's eager, that much is true, but it's clear he's inexperienced. But instead of causing discomfort, she thinks it's quite endearing.

The pool cue clangs to the floor as she braces her hands on his shoulders and chest, guiding his lips with her own in a slower, more careful movement. She feels the edge of the pool table bite into her lower back when he presses her against it, clearly excited, if the hardness that's flush to her stomach is anything to go by.

The hands she had been staring at not half an hour ago are bruising as they trace her waist and hips, with a grip tight enough to tell her exactly how much he's enjoying the experience.

For a moment, they're not in a common room alone, against a pool table, with ‘Cheetah-licious Christmas’ playing in the room over, the bass of which rumbles through the floor and into their chests.

The kiss lasts a long while, and she has a feeling he wants to savour it as if it's the last time he will ever be able to do it. 

One of her hands snakes its way to the back of his head, fingers gripping at his hair to pull him closer as either of them tilt to aid more contact between them. And at the little amount of tugging, Michael whines into her mouth, prompting him to pull away.

He looks halfway between mortified and pleased, his glasses having skewed to one side with the eagerness of what they'd done. And she laughs a bit, reaching up to fix them, which seems to make the mortification fade somewhat from his face.

Michael looks down between them, where his obvious erection is pressed to her, and pulls away slightly with a scarlet blush.

“Shit - sorry-”

“It's fine,” she reassures, “no need to be embarrassed.”

The words alone would be enough, if her hand hadn't snaked between their bodies to brush her palm over him. And if it were possible, his flush spreads to his neck, words failing him once more.

Her eyes flicker up to his, their lips all kiss-bruised and swollen.

“If you don't want to-”

“No, no, I want to…” he says, immediately embarrassed about how quick it was.

She smiles, one hand palming him through his jeans and the other trailing up his chest, “Sit down.”

He backs up to sit on a nearby sofa, watching with a kind of adoration as she makes space between his legs, her eyes glimmering at him as she slowly undoes his belt.

“If at any time, you need to stop, tell me.”

He gives a nervous laugh, his stomach muscles tightening, wondering probably if this is really happening to him, “Not sure I will want to…”

She smiles reassuringly, watching as his lips part as she palms him through his boxers, trying to suppress how impressed she is with his size.

It's always the skinny white guys.

“Well, the offer's there.” She smirks, pulling him from his boxers, Michael gives a suffered breath, feeling her touch on him and also her breath so close. He almost feels dizzy. The thought of this happening in this situation, with a party going on next door, is dangerous and exciting in equal measure.

She knows he has very limited experience, so decides not to tease him too much.

Michael gasps softly as she licks at the base of him, drawing a wet line with her tongue along the vein underneath, all the way to the tip. She concentrates her efforts slightly on the sensitive spot there before closing her mouth over the head of his cock, sucking gently.

She feels the way his thighs tense, and the blue disappearing as he closes his eyes. His fists are tight beside him, knuckles white, like he doesn't know if he should touch her or not. All he knows right now is that this feeling is brand new, and the sensation is so much already.

She pulls herself from him to run her tongue over his length, one hand moving to his hand, to encourage him. His blue eyes crack open just a bit, to understand what she's trying to tell him.

And she fights the urge to smile as his longer fingers swipe across her temple into her hair, his touch tender, soft and unsure as he holds her by it. 

Her lips wrap around him once more, pushing him further into her mouth, taking him steadily and slowly at first. Michael's hips move barely, chasing the friction that he's getting on his cock when she bobs her head on him and hollows her cheeks.

He watches with parted lips and warm cheeks, moving her hair away so he can watch himself disappear into her mouth over and over. Her hand massages the rest of him, giving him two unique sensations in one, something that earns her a deep, throaty moan.

When her eyes open to look at him, he thinks his heart stops in his chest for a split second. He closes his eyes, not able to bear the way she looks with his cock in her mouth if she looks right at him, feeling that if he did any longer he wouldn't last.

The sounds he emits don't stop there as she increases her pace on him, pressing her tongue to the underside of him and taking him deeper into her throat, humming around him at the heady scent of his skin.

It's only when she takes him as far as he will go, working hard to control her gag reflex that he gives the first genuine buck of his hips, tightening in her hair and a far-too-loud moan. If anyone in the next room were quiet and paying attention, they'd likely know exactly what was going on.

“Fuck-”

It only serves to spur her on as she pulls back, moving in a more steady, quick rhythm, that she is sure Michael is loving judging by the rate of his moans and the way he chokes out his words.

His stomach clenches and unclenches, his high creeping up on him as her mouth tightens around his length. 

“Shit - you need to - I'm gonna -” he chokes, weakly tugging her hair in an effort to pull her mouth off him before he cums.

If she didn't have his cock in her mouth she'd smile.

Her hand squeezes the base of him, and Michael throws his head back slightly, a long shuddered and choked moan reverberating through his chest. She swears she feels his thighs shake as she stills, warm ropes of his cum taste musky at the back of her throat.

His loud moan is followed quickly by more softer ones as her throat contracts to swallow as much as she can, briefly increasing the tension and friction around his sensitive length.

When she pulls off him with a pleased sigh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Michael sits up slightly, having to gather his breath.

“Fucking hell…”

She takes it as a compliment and rises to her feet, her hands smoothing her skirt back down.

And she squeaks in delight as Michael quickly tucks himself away, barely doing up his jeans buttons before backing her up to the pool table again, kissing her fervently.

“What about you…do I…” he starts when he breaks away, panting softly. She smiles at the notion but shakes her head. This experience was for him alone.

“Not right now, don't feel inclined to,” she reassured, her hands on his chest, feeling the way his heart is beating rapidly beneath it.

“Right now?” he asks with a quiet, unsure tone, “does that mean…there's gonna be a next time?”

His tone is careful, and yet, she is able to detect something like desire there. An excitement for more, without seeming too eager so that he's not let down if she says no. Something that makes it clear he is 100% on board.

She bites back a grin.

“Quid Pro Quo, Michael.”

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wicked obsession — pjm

You don't like Jimin; you two are nothing alike. He's the campus' infamous fuck boy while you're studious, never stepping foot into parties. It's certainly not a good thing when he grows an obsession over you.

★ pairing: fuck boy!jimin x sub/fem!reader

☆ genre: university au, friends with benefits, smut

★ word count: 8.2k

☆ warnings: dub-con, non-con to a certain extent, take of pictures and videos without consent, threats toward the reader, hard dom jimin <3 (he's pretty soft in this one but still), he's evil and hot, reader's kind of a pervert too if we think about it long enough, pillow humping (f), masturbation (m), unprotected sex, no penetration because it's not a necessity 😌👍🏻, praising & brief degradation, dry humping, grinding, facial, cum eating, cunnilingus & fingering, squirting, jimin's a munch.

a.n.: this is a gift for myself since i crave jimin really, really badly. again, be mature and read the warnings! it's your job to avoid the content you don't like, not mine! 😉

playing: Filme moi

Please reblog! It helps me a lot and my fic get more visibility :)

He's looking at you like a predator, narrowing his eyes and passing his index finger over his plump bottom lip. The only thing you can do is pretend to not see him staring intently at you and work harder on your assignment. If only you could do those things without anxiously glaring up at him and immediately breaking eye contact when he's already looking at you.

He doesn't even engage in the conversation with your group of friends and for some reason nobody has noticed how Jimin is ogling at you.

Why is he suddenly interested in you? Why!?

He knows how much you disapprove of his lifestyle. He doesn't care about his studies, he submits assignments days after the due date because why should he bother about the date when he'll get an A anyway. He puts no effort while you spend days on your homework and it angers you a lot.

Jimin is infamously known for his never ending libido, fucking everything that has two legs, two arms and a pussy. Infamously known to be a fuck boy simply because he breaks every women's heart without a care in the world. He may flash a smile while telling them they were a good hook up and that's it.

And that's why you're in big trouble because Park Jimin can't be obsessed with you.

As you finish typing your sentence on your keyboard, pressing on enter to change paragraphs, you look up. Mainly because you want to distract yourself a little bit from your work, but also because you can still feel his eyes boring into your skull.

Then, you see his black orbs looking straight in front of him where you're sitting while he's leaning against the chair's back, spreading his legs apart. You're surprisingly brave enough to hold eye contact this time, shivers running down your spine when he darts his tongue out to wet his lips.

What did you do for him to stare at you like you're a piece of meat?

It's like he's trying to send you a message, one that would offend you, make you raise your eyebrows in total astonishment and probably stop your heart from beating. Even though you can't decipher his message, you can understand it. Something nasty, so filthy that the devil himself wouldn't approve of.

He tilts his head downward and looks at you through hooded eyes. You have to swallow to not choke on your spit as his gaze destabilizes you so much you can't even process what's happening around you.

Jimin seems to like that, enjoying how weak you are, how you crumble apart just from holding eye contact with him. He smirks, following each one of your movements with his devious eyes.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on your computer's screen, but you can't. He's distracting you and it really annoys you. Why can't he mind his own business?

"Class at ten, gonna go to my locker," one of your friends announces, Taehyung, while getting up from his seat.

Priya, also one of your friends, copies Taehyung's actions, standing up on her feet as well. "Oh, yes! I forgot my lip balm in my locker, I'm coming with you," she smiles at him, putting the straps of her tote bag over her right shoulder.

It's how the table you were hanging at slowly empties, and you let out the breath you were holding when Jimin decides to follow Seokjin and Jungkook to the cafeteria to buy some snacks before class. You're left alone at your request, telling Priya and the other girls that you're going to work extra minutes on your essay before joining them.

You wrote four pages already, only ten more and you'll be done. It's a lot and you're totally discouraged, but that's how university is. You quickly check the time on your phone and start packing your things in your backpack to attend your afternoon class that you share with some of your friends.

You take a seat in the middle beside Priya and you don't miss the glance Jimin sends you when he passes by, going to the back of the class with Jungkook. You're relieved he doesn't sit with you, even though it would have been unusual of him, but his sudden interest in you is unusual so you don't know what to expect anymore.

The professor explains the next project, which is a work that you'll have to do in a team of two people. The instructions are pretty simple, something you can do in less than two weeks. You expect to team up with Priya, after all you're the only girls of your group in this class and you two are close friends.

When the teacher is done with the instructions, he lets everyone form their teams. You do the work with Priya, but that is until Jimin makes his appearance.

"Hey, Pri'. You don't mind working with Kookie, right?" He asks your friend and she looks at him curiously, her eyebrows raising up on her face. You, on the other hand, are very confused, opening your mouth to protest until Priya responds with a joyful smile.

"Oh! No, not at all! You two are doing it together? How nice," she giggles, turning her head to look at you. She takes her books in her arms and walks to Jungkook without thinking twice about it.

Jimin steps aside to let her go, watching her sitting beside Jungkook with an undying smile plastered on her face. Your heart starts beating extremely fast as he takes place next to you, acting as if he just didn't decide to work with you without your consent.

"What are you doing! I never said I'd team up with you!" You whisper-shout at him, not wanting anyone to hear you complaining.

He checks the papers the teacher gave you earlier about the project's instructions with the evaluation grid, still pretending the situation is completely normal. "Well, I wanted to and you'll work better with me than with Priya, don't you think?" He turns his head in your direction and his expression is serious. He's genuinely asking you this question.

You shrug, frowning even more. "This wasn't for you to decide," you clench your fists on the table, so frustrated that Jimin thinks it's okay to make decisions for you. You're not even close friends, it doesn't make sense. "I prefer working alone if it's like that," you say, rising up from your seat, but the murderous glare he sends you petrifies you on the spot.

"Sit down," he commands severely and you do as he says, fearing him. He eyes you for a few seconds, making sure you won't try to leave him again. When you stay silent, he reports his attention on the project.

You don't say anything else, listening to Jimin's words distractedly, still baffled by what just happened. Students exit the class, others stay, and he offers to go work at the library.

There, you engage in the project with Jimin. You're pleasantly surprised to see that he's really focusing, sharing his ideas and opinions. You suppose he's only hardworking because the result doesn't solely rely on him. You know he's smart, but he prefers to spend his energy on partying instead of on his studies.

An hour passes and you're now working on your own, asking each other's opinion on things you wrote. You eventually forget how he typically forced you to work with him, but you still have this reluctance toward him, this feeling of repugnance.

Jimin isn't disgusting by any means, he's super hot and he knows he is. You might even be attracted to him, no need to deny it when he's so sexy he makes every girl's pussy mewl. But you know better than to act on your sexual desires, especially when they concern a guy as perverted as Jimin.

"Mmh," he seems to be thinking, but you feel like he already knows what he's going to say. "I forgot something at my dorm," he adds, not levelling his gaze from his sheet of paper.

You look at him, confused on why he doesn't explain further, as if it isn't important. "What is it?" You question him and that's when he raises his head, his gaze meeting yours.

His expression is painfully serious, and by now, you can easily recognize that it's a façade. You don't know what he's hiding, but you're sure of one thing; behind those beautiful almond shaped eyes, kindness doesn't reside there.

His eyes pierce through you, watching - observing your person. Jimin does this often, not answering until you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare. You have no clue on what he's trying to do, maybe see how vulnerable you are, how quickly you can break under the mischievous glint of his eyes.

"My charger."

You wouldn't know if Jimin is a liar because everything he says seems believable, the confidence he radiates just tells everyone how trustworthy this man is. But you look over the table where his phone lays down and the screen lights up as he just received a text. His battery is half full.

He takes his iPhone back into his hand, shoving it in his jeans' front pocket as he stands up from his chair. He tidies his stuff back into his pencil case then into his JanSport backpack, but he stops to look at you when you don't do the same thing. "Aren't you coming with me?" Again, his question is asked with a serious tone, as if following him to his dorm is the normal thing to do.

"I thought we'll just leave it there for today," you confess in a small voice, looking up at him from your seat. Your grip on your pencil tightens when his gaze flicks between your face and your breasts. You despise how he doesn't even hide it.

"No," he breathes out calmly, tilting his head to the side. "We'll continue it at my place, we can't stop now, we're doing so well," he smiles and like the unbothered person that he is, he pulls on your pen. It slips out of your hold and Jimin drops it off in your pencil case. "I really want to do this right this time."

And like that, the conversation is closed. You have no choice but to follow him somewhere you've never been before, somewhere you know he won't hold himself back.

Jimin is guiding you with his soft voice, his hand placed on the small of your back, brushing his fingers adorned with rings across your naked body. You are sobbing out, feeling dirty, but the tingle between your legs is so good.

His lips are close to your ear, the corners of his mouth lifted to form a devilish smile. "Look at you, sweet thing... enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He whispers into your ear, doing slow circular motions with his hand on your back to soothe you.

You are humping his white pillow, rubbing your pussy frantically against the soft cotton material. Jimin is watching you closely, his smirk never leaving his plush lips. If someone is enjoying it the most, it's him. He likes seeing you losing your dignity bit by bit, and that, only because he asked you to.

The hair on the nape of your neck is wet and you have to tuck his pillow upwards regularly, this one falling down from your weak grip. Jimin doesn't bother to give you a hand, liking the way you are struggling to rut your hips against the soiled pillow, so eager to finally have your release.

For him, it's okay. Making you submit, ripping the last bit of confidence you had in you, forcing you to do things you find wrong. 'It's natural, after all', he said. 'Your body needs it, you can't keep denying your sexual desires for the rest of your life'. He is right about one point; your body needs it, but not you. It's where he fails to understand.

"See, I knew you would like it... I knew you'd like to rub that little pussy on a pillow," he purrs into your ear, smiling even more when a whine confirms his words. "Don't forget to look at the camera, sweetie," he pats your hair and you raise your head, frowning when you see yourself on his phone's screen.

It's placed on his desk chair in front of his bed, levelled on his chemistry books. When you think about it, the chair was already there, facing the bed, as you entered his room earlier. He had set up everything in advance and the thought itself makes you shudder so deeply that your members shake beside you.

"Jimin-!" You gasp out, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening. You grind your hips harder and faster on the pillow, the same he's sleeping on each night, and feel yourself trembling in anticipation of your orgasm.

At the small call of his name, his face softens, his lips in an exaggerated pout. He takes pity on you, nothing more, just pity because you're so pathetic and weak trying to make yourself cum by humping his pillow.

"I know, baby," he coos, caressing your back, the cool silver of his rings brushing against your burning skin. His other hand gropes your breasts, strong veins pulsing out along his arm. He fumbles the flesh of your boobs, teasing your perky nipples with his palm. "Just let it go..."

You rub your clit against Jimin's pillow, twisting the fabric between your fingers, moving your hips frantically until your orgasm hits you. Jimin looks at you in awe, he has a wicked curiosity to watch you shake in pleasure - a pleasure you didn't ask for. He loves the tears that run down your chubby cheeks, loves that despite everything, you still like this.

You whine as you drive off your high, soiling the pillow with your juices and cum. Jimin lets out a groan, pulling the cushion away from your drenched cunt. "You did such a good job, baby," he praises you and passes an arm around your waist, bringing you against him. "What a sweet girl, so obedient, and just for me."

His free hand grips the back of your thigh and pulls it over his hip, making you fall underneath him on the mattress. You moan softly, feeling your pussy quivering, asking more than just a clitoral orgasm.

Jimin settles between your legs, pampering your neck in sloppy kisses, discovering your body with his pillowy and plump pink lips. He hesitates to mark you, to leave love bites all over your skin, but he refrains himself from it. Not yet.

Your hair is spread all over his bed, your beautiful tits displayed for him. He places a hand above your shoulder on the mattress to support his weight, the other holding your thigh that is locked behind his back. He lowers his head toward your breasts and positions himself better, bending his elbow beside your arm instead of leaving his hand next to your head.

His hot breath hits your nipples, making them even harder. He wraps his plushy lips around one, suckling on it avidly, leaving you panting heavily. Your face is hot, the entire room feels hot, and you think you might melt down under Jimin.

He licks your supple flesh, feeling the lines of your stretch marks under his pink muscle. He plays with the other that is left out by his mouth, pinching and pulling on your little bud. Quickly, your boobs are glistening in his spit, a beautiful sight he wants to reproduce every time he's with you.

"Jiminie..." You moan his name, arching your back as he bites gently on your nipple, flattening his tongue over it after as if to apologize for the pain. You're like a little doll for Jimin to play with, to love and care for.

He's acting awfully sweet as he rips the pureness out of you, sucking fervently on your nipples that you feel your stomach clench. It's a mix of discomfort and pleasure, making you feel weird, but also giving your core tingles you've never experienced before.

His crotch presses against your wet pussy and he slowly grinds his hips, making you aware of his hard cock trapped in his jeans. He detaches his lips from around your nipple and your breast bounces down to the side after. Jimin finds his spot in the crook of your neck again, still grinding his hips against yours.

He lets out a guttural moan from his throat and your pussy clenches around nothing but air. You have to admit that you don't really know what's happening, too drunk on the hormones both of your bodies are releasing. The rutting of Jimin's hips is pleasuring you, stimulating your clit perfectly, but that's not what you wanted, is it?

"Mmh, fuck," he curses, nuzzling your neck and giving you little kisses that want to be reassuring. "I'm so fucking horny, I want to fuck you so bad you have no idea," he presses his bulge harder on you, wanting to feel more friction, but his clothes are restraining him too much.

He looks you in the eye, catching every little moan that escapes your lips, accompanying his grunts and the noise of his bed creaking. He breathes onto your face as he painfully grinds his hips against yours. Maybe you would like him to penetrate you and fuck you until you can't feel any of your limbs, or until he ejaculates deep into you, stuffing you full of his seeds.

Maybe you would like it, maybe you would consider it.

He breaks eye contact as he sits back on his knees, glancing at your messy cunt, quivering helplessly. He grips the back of his white t-shirt with his two hands, pulling on the collar to pass it over his head. He throws it away on the floor where your clothes are as well, revealing to you his beautiful chest.

He has a tattoo on his rib cage, the word nevermind spelled in uppercase inked on his pale skin. His abs are well defined and his nipples are in a shade of dark pink. You can see the muscles of his biceps and he has a trail of hair under his belly button, going to his pelvis. Jimin looks dreamy, it's a shame that he has such a nasty reputation.

He unbuckles his belt, the clanking sound making your stomach flutter, pussy impatiently waiting for him and what he has to deliver. He doesn't stop looking at you as he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them while your eyes immediately lower to his crotch. Under these boxers, there's a huge bulge, and you imagine a thick cock, average length but unreal girth.

"Do you want to see my cock, sweetie?" He asks you in a gentle voice, a smile on his lips, but there is no mockery behind it. Though he's asking, he's not really waiting for your consent. He doesn't need it, not at the point where you are. "Aren't you a little bit curious?" His right hand comes to caress his hard on over his boxers, veiny hand gripping it and palming it.

You don't respond, mostly because you don't know what to say. You glimpse in the direction of the chair where his phone is settled down, seeing Jimin's body hovering over yours. He looks so imposing, dominating, and for some reason this sends a wave of heat between your legs.

You look back at him and you swallow, wondering if all of this talk is to make a show for the camera. You know he knows how much it disturbs you, but it seems like it doesn't bother him. It spurs him on even more, watching your face contort in discomfort and fear, wanting to bury yourself six feet under ground.

But he also knows that despite those negative feelings, you like this situation very, very much. Your body betrays your emotions; pussy leaking down your ass, wetness sticking to your inner thighs, nipples hard and pupils dilated.

He bites down on his bottom lip, passing his thumbs under the band of his briefs. Your heart accelerates, mind going crazy at the fact of seeing Jimin's dick just in front of you, centimetres away from your crotch.

"So excited to see me... You're going to like it, baby, believe me," he chuckles, lingering his eyes over your naked body, noticing the goosebumps running along your skin and making your hair stand up on your arms.

You almost whimper when he tucks the band of his boxers down, setting his cock free from its confines. It twitches twice before standing up proud against his pale stomach, pink tip glistening from pre-cum under the light of his bedroom.

You were right; Jimin is girthy, not super long and unshaved, but his head reaches a few inches under his belly button. He's really thick, and with what you've already seen in your life, you know his dick can't enter without forcing the entry a little bit. And this is not good, really not good. Not to mention the size of his balls that will surely leave bruises on your ass.

You're not sure if you like it.

You back away on the bed, trying to escape Jimin, but he's fast at gripping your thighs and pushing you back over to him. A laugh doesn't miss to leave his mouth, finding you silly for trying to run away from him when really, there's no way of getting away.

"It's okay, little thing. No need to fight..." His gaze lowers down to his dick where he takes it in his hand, angling it toward your pussy. "It's going to happen whether you want it or not," his last words end up in a whisper, too focused on swiping his tip through your folds to speak louder.

Your walls clench around nothing and you curse yourself for it, knowing that Jimin probably saw it. You whine when you feel him rubbing his mushroom head against your clit, his cock now covered in your wetness. He teases your hole, circling it slowly, collecting more of your arousal on his length.

Then, he pushes his head in slightly, testing how your pussy adjusts itself to the size of his thick cock. You wince as he pushes in over and over again, never putting more than the tip.

"Please, stop- Jimin, it's too much," you shake under him and throw your arms over his shoulders, this simple action making him actually reconsider what he's doing. "I can't take it..."

His eyes shift up to your face, not saying anything yet, observing if you're bluffing or not. If he's a good liar, then you're a bad one. He sighs, replacing his hands on each side of your head. "Don't worry," he promises, his lips brushing the side of your face, his breath tickling your burning cheek.

He glides his cock over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips apart and covering his erection in your juices. His girth stimulates your bud of nerves just the way you need it to feel the knot in your tummy tightening again. You're still sensitive, but it feels good. It's dirty, having your cum dripping down your hole, having Jimin's dick sliding up and down your drenched pussy, mixing his pre-cum to your own arousal.

Dirty, but great, oh, so great.

The zippers of his jeans sting the skin of your thighs as he grinds his cock over your clit non-stop, making you whine and moan, in pleasure or in pain, whatever it is you don't care anymore. It's slow and somehow sensual at first, Jimin moaning himself while driving his erection through your folds.

He gives you small kisses all over your face and while he does so, you can't believe that this is the same man that you used to say you hated so much. Each kiss is warm and soft, on your cheekbones, on your forehead or on the corner of your mouth, you love them all. You could forget about his phone filming your intercourse, you could forget about how he forced you to team up with you, you could forget about everything just by the delicate touch of his plump lips on your skin.

Each roll of his hips seems painful with the way he hisses and twists the bedsheets between his fists, very weak strings holding him back from fucking his cock into your pussy. You don't understand why he respects your boundaries now, but you won't complain.

"Mmh, a-ah, fuck..." You can't get over the fact how his voice sounds so angelic, so pure, and yet, he's doing that to you. Even his deepest moans are honeyed, butterflies flapping their wings in your belly as he growls into your ear.

He fastens the cadence of his hips before stopping, as if he'd have broken down to his real urges if he had continued.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'll have to cum on your face," he informs you, his wet cock leaving your pussy. "And I want some souvenirs..." He smiles deviously, getting up on his knees to stand over your chest.

You watch him pump himself lazily, his cock hovering over your face, mouth hanging open to catch your breath. He frowns and lets out a guttural moan, looking at your poor figure laying helplessly under him. He wets his lips and directs the tip of his cock to your mouth. You close it and he takes the opportunity to pass his head over your lips, smearing your own cum on them.

He tilts his head to the side, smiling as he glances at you with such a sick curiosity. "Do you like tasting yourself on my cock, baby? Hmm?" His eyes glint in mischievousness, so turned on to use you how he pleases, how he always wanted it. "Tastes good, doesn't it? Couldn't get enough even if you wanted to..." It doesn't have much of a flavour, you think, but Jimin seems to really like it.

He decides to jerk himself off just above your face and you clench your thighs, watching in awe how his hand grips tightly his erect penis and how his palm runs up and down smoothly around it. There's something about not being able to move, trapped under Jimin, that has your clit throbbing furiously.

Maybe it's something about him pleasuring himself shamelessly, spurts of your arousal splashing around as he fucks his fist, or something about his soft but deep moans he lets out from time to time, staring at you intently as you're the one making him so horny right now.

He passes a hand through his black hair, his bangs wet from his sweat. He twists his wrist, focusing on his swollen tip before stroking his whole length. "Ah, shit," he sounds really sensitive, sucking air through his teeth. "Gonna cum," he announces rapidly, fastening the pace of his palm.

The veins on his arm are producing, and you're amazed at how many there are. His rings shine as the light makes them glint each time he comes up to his mushroom head.

You open your mouth by instinct, flattening your tongue on your chin, which makes Jimin groans angrily. "Aah, what a good fucking slut," he angles his dick toward your face, long strands of white cum landing on your face as he moans out loudly. "Oh, God..." He mutters under his breath, spilling his creamy cum across your face.

It doesn't go as planned, his seeds leak down on your nose and forehead in a long trail rather than on your tongue and lips. You close one eye because some of his cum drips down on it, keeping the other open. He fucks himself dry, little white beads spilling out of his tip to fall on your cheeks.

"Mmh, fuck, so pretty..." Jimin's eyes linger on your face, stroking himself distractedly as his cock softens in his hand. You retract your tongue back in your mouth, watching him pick up his phone from the chair.

He stops the recording and goes to take a photo vertically, cupping your chin to make you face the camera correctly. He smiles behind his phone, thumb hovering over the button. You hear the capturing sound two times before he's starting another recording.

He lets go of your chin to collect his cum on his fingers that was dripping down to your eye, bringing his digits to your lips. You can then open your eyelid, parting your lips slightly for him to insert his index and middle finger in. You lick them clean, tasting him on your tongue. It's salty, but nothing really repulsive as you thought it would be.

He pulls out of your mouth, giving your cheek a slight slap. You feel the wetness of your saliva on it. Jimin throws his phone away on his bed when he's finished with the video, stuffing himself back into his jeans. He gets up from you and helps you wipe the remains of his cum on your face.

You don't move until he dresses you in one of his t-shirts, your body completely drowned in it. You go pee and when you get out of the bathroom, he envelops you in his strong arms, bringing you back to bed.

He hugs you tightly against his naked chest, laying his head on your chest in a really intimate manner. "You won't tell anyone? Please," you whisper and he elevates his head from you, looking at you with a serious expression.

He answers nothing, instead he lays on his side and pulls you closer. He strokes your hair gently as you listen to his heartbeat, mind empty. You fall asleep eventually, only to wake up the next day, leaving in a hurry to your own dorm to prepare yourself for another day of university.

You are sitting on a bench in the university's baseball field, doing homework once again. Jimin is always glancing at you from where he is on the field, throwing the ball at Taehyung for him to hit with the bat he's holding.

Taehyung and Jungkook are changing places regularly, one or the other being the hitter. Seokjin is monitoring the two youngest, giving them tips or correcting the way they are positioned since he's the most experienced, being the baseball team's captain.

Priya is beside you, glued to her phone, probably texting Namjoon, the guy she's seeing at the moment. A gym addict, you remember her telling you and also apparently Seokjin's good friend from another campus.

Even though you're focused on your work, you still feel Jimin's eyes on you and it scares you to think that he might have told everyone about you two. He didn't because no one has addressed it, but there's a doubt, a little voice in your head telling you that he didn't respect your wish to keep it a secret.

If your friends know it, your parents, even the whole school... you have no idea how you will manage it. It doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but you just don't want this kind of information to follow you for life. Jimin isn't the type of guy you want to be associated with.

Despite the sweet nicknames he calls you, his devilish smile that makes butterflies erupt in your tummy, his insanely pretty face, his soft voice that makes you shiver, his plump pink lips browsing your skin, his beautiful hands gripping your thighs, his hot cum painting your face, how he's so gentle but has the evilest intentions at the same time.

Despite all of those things, you don't want him. You really don't. But he does.

The time passes as the boys' laughters fill the air, the positions changing; Priya talking with Taehyung, Seokjin and Jungkook bickering, Jimin making fun of them and glancing your way when his attention drifts off of his friends.

You sigh when you have to get back to your dorm by yourself, your unfaithful friend too swamped by a boy to realize you're still there. You collect your things, laptop in its cushioned case and notes back into its assigned binder.

You think you can sneak out of the baseball field without anyone noticing, but you're so wrong to even assume he doesn't have his eyes set on you.

Outside the field, you stop walking when a familiar voice calls you. "Where are you going?" You turn around, only to be met with, evidently, Jimin.

You shrug, glimpsing behind you where the university's building is. "To the dorms..." You answer, not too sure why you sound hesitant. It's not like you need his permission to go back to your room. It's late at night anyway, and you don't want to get bit by mosquitoes.

He closes the distance between you two, stepping ever so slowly, as if to tease you, to chase you. No need to go faster, he knows you'll stay there, frozen on the spot.

"You can go back with the others," you say, frowning as you want him to leave you alone. You don't voice this wish, though and you're lucky you don't because he doesn't like being rejected, especially by you.

His gaze darkens as he narrows his eyes at you and you're scared for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk. "No, I'm coming with you," he decides and you know this isn't a proposition, it's a statement.

But you're not okay with this. So you back away slightly, still facing him, breath quickening. He notices your reluctance and he frowns, a scowl on his face. You keep moving back and he keeps moving forward, that is until you have enough and run in the university's direction.

Your sudden move takes Jimin by surprise and you hear him calling your name, clearly annoyed with you. He asks himself if he should run after you because if he does people will see him and that's not something he wants. But he knows you're going to the dorms, so he just has to arrive there before you do.

You soon make your way to the university residence building, relieved Jimin didn't follow you. You thought he would have, but it seems like he didn't want to bother running after you. You nonetheless look behind you from time to time, verifying in case he did in fact follow you, but you don't see him.

A little voice tells you how unfortunate it is that he didn't chase after you. Is it because he doesn't like you anymore? For some twisted reason, this idea disappoints you. Did he realize you weren't as interesting as he thought you would be or does he think you were shitty in bed? That would be quite humiliating and sad.

You liked the attention he gave you.

When you step into the corridor your room is located in, your eyes widen and your heart almost explodes as you see Jimin casually waiting in front of your door. You didn't expect him to be there, how did he even enter without you noticing?

You feel like a poor little bunny who has nowhere to go, damned to be eaten alive by the big, bad wolf slowly approaching its prey. But the difference between you and the bunny is that you're secretly turned on to be tracked down by Jimin.

He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on when he perceives you walking in. His smile doesn't leave his beautiful plump lips, his mischievous eyes scanning your little body from head to toe.

As he reaches you, you finally come out of your torpor. "Jimin," you warn him and he stops, inches away from you. "I'm not... doing this. I don't want to."

He doesn't look convinced at all. Who are you trying to fool now, you or him? It's better not to be him because he's not the kind to give up on something he really wants.

He tilts his head, looking at you curiously, the expression he does when something intrigues him. "Don't act like this now, sweetie," he purrs, closing the gap between you two. Your breath is caught in your throat, avoiding his gaze at all cost. You're trapped between him and the wall. "You wouldn't like to have your pretty body leaked, hm, baby? It wouldn't really be a secret anymore..."

He touches your cheek with his hand, caressing the side of your face with his index finger. You shudder, pressing your books tightly against your chest. "W-What? I thought- I thought..." You stutter out, heart thumping against your rib cage.

"It doesn't matter what you thought, sweet thing." His words come out husky, his hot breath fanning across your face, making goosebumps run all over your skin. "It's okay if you don't want to, but you have to know that there'll be consequences," he almost sings this threat to you as he sounds so angelic and you're more and more scared by him. Scared in a way that makes your clit throb.

He cages you between the wall and him, pressing his body against yours feverishly til it makes him ill. Your two breaths intertwine, mingling together to create a compact atmosphere where it's hard for you to even think straight.

"The videos.... oh, and that pic," he reminds you and the events are quick at coming back into your mind. "Are all saved in my phone, only for me to look at... and believe me, I must have replayed them at least ten times, if not more," he informs you. "And, God, I was so hard just looking at you, baby."

You can't help but clench your thighs, imagining him with his phone in one hand, his cock in the other.

"Jimin," you breathe out quietly, coming out like a whisper, the sound of your voice making him focus on you. He glances down at your face, watching your lips parting to pronounce your next word. "Stop..."

Though he might have been soft before, you rejecting him again when you're clearly turned on makes him mad. He grabs your wrist and you gasp when he pulls you with him, bringing you to his room instead of yours.

You try to free yourself from his grip, but you fail miserably, almost tripping over your feet. Some people look at you weirdly, no one really stops to ask what's going on. He drags you to his door and opens it hurriedly, closing it when you're both inside.

He takes your books and your backpack away from you, putting them on the ground. You observe him in awe, you're completely in shock. He removes his baseball jacket swiftly as well as his shoes and pushes you on his bed. Your body bounces back on the mattress, Jimin crawling up to you like a hungry feline.

Heat floods through your abdomen to your core, setting your whole body on fire while your panties are getting wet as he's about to do whatever he wants to you. You squirm under him, but not because you want to get away - your body is aching to be touched, to be pleasured.

Face to face, he presses his body against yours until there's no gap separating you. He is insistent and you feel like suffocating, but you'll survive, very much so. Jimin is giving you his breath and you're giving him yours.

His t-shirt hangs loosely on him, the ends of the sleeves stopping just over his elbows. Some kisses are placed on your cheeks, on your lips, on your neck. It tingles sweetly, your stomach doing a flip, butterflies partying in your belly, pussy mewling. You feel everything at once, and intensively.

You don't protest when he removes your crop top, letting your breasts out, nipples hardening from the cold air hitting them. He plays with them for a brief moment, pinching and pulling on the little buds, before lowering down on you. Your mouth hangs open, not expecting him to do that to you.

He pulls your shoes off your feet, letting them fall on the floor beside his bed. He eyes your little white socks, deciding it'd be better if you keep them on. Due to your position and the fact that you're wearing a skirt, Jimin can see your cotton panties from his point of view. He smirks, looking at the wet patch over your cunt.

He passes an arm under your back, pulling the zipper of your skirt down and he rips the material off of you. You gasp at his brutality, but you don't think about it furthermore as he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear, sliding it down your legs despite your little whines of embarrassment.

Your femininity is now very exposed to his insatiable eyes, gazing at it like a hungry man. Settled between your legs, he passes them over his shoulders, holding the back of your thighs so they stay open for him.

"Hmm, always so pretty... And it's all for me," he licks his lips, pink tongue peeking through them. He pushes your thighs up against your chest so he has a better access to your cunt, already glistening in your arousal. Only your feet are touching his shoulders, now. You wish for a moment that he was shirtless, and you're too shy to ask him to remove his t-shirt.

Your meaty thighs are squished over your lower stomach and you won't lie that the position is hard to keep. You're not that flexible, and surely not athletic, unlike Jimin. You whimper a little bit, feeling his breath on your wet pussy, making you shiver.

"Hold your legs up for me, sweetie," he softly commands, giving you an appreciative smile when you sneak your hands under your knees. "Good girl," he praises and you can feel your clit pulsating at how badly his words affect you.

He places his arms around your thighs and takes a hold of your hips. The cool metal of his rings brushes against your skin and you notice the chain around his neck dangling, the pendant bumping into the bed covers.

Jimin finally focuses on your cunt and when he blows on it, you can't hold in your moan. He's happy to hear your reactions, loving how you're so sensitive, how your puffy clit begs him to suck on it. But the first thing he does is kiss your inner thighs delicately while caressing your body along your curves with his veiny hands.

Then, his lips get closer to your warmth, impatiently waiting for him. He wraps his lips around your bud of nerves and suckles on it, eliciting quiet moans from you. It's gentle and you've never felt better, your fingers are in no comparison to his skillful mouth.

He sucks a bit more and your face contorts in pleasure. You try to glance at Jimin, but your position only allows you to see a fluffy head of black hair buried between your legs. The view is so filthy and you become drunk off his mouth, loving what's happening, barely remembering that he threatened you to leak the videos of you two having sex.

The sucks turn into licks, his wet muscle sliding from your hole up to your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips apart in the process. He teases your entrance with the tip of his tongue, circling around it, just dipping in slightly enough to make you needy.

Before you can ask for more, he flicks his tongue on your sensitive bud, moving his muscle from side to side rapidly. You moan out, feeling delicious tingles in the pit of your stomach. You grip your thighs harder, pussy clenching and begging to be fucked by Jimin's huge dick with such eagerness.

"Oh, my God, Jimin!" Your legs start to shake and his tongue gives you an orgasm, arching your back as he keeps stimulating your clit until you're off your high.

You sense him collecting your cream with his tongue, dipping into your folds. You let go of your thighs, letting them fall by your sides. You try to catch your breath as Jimin is still nuzzled in your pussy as if he's licking the plate after eating his meal, leaving nothing behind.

"Please, s-stop..." You cry out, being overstimulated by him. You attempt to push his head away, but he doesn't nudge a bit. "It's too much."

He looks up at you, leaning on his elbows. "Stop complaining or I'll fuck this pussy with my cock without feeling any pity," he warns you and you give up, but you still whine weakly.

When you think he's finished, he penetrates you with two fingers at once, sliding in so easily with how wet you are. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, your own fingers are certainly not as big as Jimin's. They might be small for a man, but in no way that means they're the same size as yours.

"Shh, my sweet baby, it's okay. Relax, you're so tense..." He says, face hovering over your cunt as he slowly pumps his digits into you. He keeps them straight the first few strokes, but he starts to scissor your insides as well. You feel your pussy expanding around his fingers, it's a really unfamiliar sensation, but since it's Jimin, you slowly chill down.

He hooks his fingers perfectly inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot. The overstimulation is replaced by this new pleasure, much more intense and significant than the other. He expertly moves his two digits at a regular pace, holding your thigh up with his free hand.

Your juices are dripping down your ass, the feeling kind of uncomfortable, but Jimin fingering you makes you forget about everything around you except for him.

His palm is facing up, colliding with your clit each time he's knuckles deep into your messy cunt. He hums pleasantly when he feels you clench around him, seeing that you're having a good time. He lowers his head again and you immediately grasp his hair in your fist when he nips at your sensitive clit.

He flattens his palm since his chin is in the way and instead pets your spot inside of you with the pads of his fingers. It's sweet and almost magical. You feel like he's munching on your pussy, opening and closing his mouth over your clit, tongue viciously licking the little bud. It's slow, it's perfect, it's everything your body needs. That you need.

You let out soft moans, pulling on his black locks, completely in love with his mouth until it leaves you again. You would have complained, despite his warning of earlier, but he literally finger fucks you and it cuts you off instantly from saying anything.

He doesn't miss a beat, constantly rubbing your magic spot, making you lift your back from the mattress. You twist the bedsheets between your fingers, a fire in your belly, growing more and more with Jimin's ministrations.

"What the-!" You never say the end of your sentence, frowning and closing your eyes as you let the pleasure of another orgasm take over you. Jimin never stops, gaze shifting between your face and your pussy regularly to catch your reactions. "Jimin, wha-what's... Oh, God!" You scream, and everything happens so fast.

He pumps his fingers in and a clear liquid floods out of your cunt, in droplets first, but then bigger. You don't see what's happening, but an intense pleasure rips through you and your body is shaking like a leaf.

"Oh, fuck," you hear Jimin cursing, almost moaning after. His rhythm slows down, more fluid coming out. "You're such a girl good, shit, it's so fucking hot," he growls and stops his movements, hand cupping your cunt, patting it gently.

There's a wet puddle under your ass and you blink several times, coming back to Earth, feeling totally knocked out. "Jiminie..." You whine out, looking down at him.

The front of his t-shirt is soaked and some droplets fall from his chin. Immediately, you feel your cheeks heating up, so embarrassed from what you did. You squirted all over him to the point of wetting his clothes. But he looks nowhere disgusted, rather turned on than anything else.

He laughs, though it's not to mock you at all. He's just so happy, so fucking in love.

"I'm sorry..." You apologize shyly, but Jimin shakes his head, crawling back up to you.

"No, baby, no..." He coos, pampering your cheeks and forehead in feathery kisses. "There's nothing to be sorry for. It felt good, am I right?" He asks and you nod, feeling particularly ashamed. "Of course it was, I should have filmed it... Well, maybe next time," he sighs contentedly, smiling adorably.

He kisses you on the lips and after that intense orgasm, you start to feel guilty. Embarrassed, ashamed. Not because you stained his t-shirt, but because you liked it. A lot.

It makes you want to repeat it solely with Jimin. Forever and ever. But you can't, not again, not after you told yourself you wouldn't.

For Jimin, it was everything he's ever wanted in his life. You and him in the same bed, having sex, enjoying yourselves. It couldn't be better, really. He'll do anything it takes to keep you with him and believe him when he tells you there's going to be a next time.

Nothing will stop him from having what he wants, not even you.

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