#there's even 'innocent' stuff I want to buy but I know she would call a waste of money even though it makes me feel calm and happy

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

What Do You Call Perfect? - LN

Request: Hellooo, i hope you are doing amazing, i love how you write so fucking much, you are extremely talented and I love you so so much ♡.

so can a make an anonymous request, it's totally OK if you don't like it or just simply don't want to write it... so the request is that reader is dating lando and she's been feeling kinda insecure lately bcos she's chubby, and some things happen that lando just makes her feel worse on accident, but he ends up finding out and make her feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

A very angsty hurt/ comfort request, and maybe it's me projecting, and like I said if you are not it to it it's totally fine if you don't write it, ok live you bye!!! ♡

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First of all, thank you so much for the compliments. Will probably never get used to someone saying they love the fics that much. I hope I do this justice <3

The gif has no context to the fic, I just think he looks so pretty.

Y/n has dealt with the fact that she's chubby. But life is hard when it comes to life as Lando's girlfriend or as an F1 WAG.

Being chubby is not really on most driver's agenda's for their girlfriends. Not that they hold it against her when she does interact with her and no one would say anything. At least not to her face.

Lando's has never mentioned her weight. In fact he seems to make the effort to make sure she understands how beautiful he thinks she is.

However, even when something isn't meant with ill intention. An insecure mind can twist an innocent comment into feeling like the worst possible judgement.

"Hey, baby. Do you want to hit the gym with me?" Lando asks as he appears from their bedroom and she looks up from her phone. "Just rather than lying round. Figured you would want something to do."

Y/n feels her insides twist enough for her to feel almost sick.

"Uh, yeah. Should really probably work off that pizza from last night." Y/n states trying to make it sound like a joke and thankfully he seems to buy it as he laughs along with her. "I'll just change dead quick."

He doesn't see the tears gathering in her eyes as she walks into their bedroom and begins digging through her clothes for some stuff to work out in. She pulls on the tight clothes, refusing to even glance at herself in the full body mirror as she passes it because then she might just cry.

Seeing what Lando sees is not what she needs right now. Especially with him literally suggesting she go to the gym.

"Alright, let's go." Y/n plastering a smile on her face while Lando smiles brightly back at her.

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Y/n knows resorting to a trainer for help is maybe not always her best choice of decision.

She knows for certain she can't resort to Jon, the man will tell Lando the moment she leaves the conversation. Hell he might even just text Lando mid-conversation to inform the McLaren driver.

So she does what anyone would do.

So instead she turns to what may be a surprising choice. But she asks Carlos' trainer if he might be willing to help her with building a diet and workout that can really make a difference for her.

Admittedly, she leaves the chat with Rupert feeling even worse about herself. Realising how strict she'd have to be with herself, she's not exactly thrilled. But equally, she's realising how unhealthy her lifestyle looks in comparison.

Despite her efforts to be sneaky and get around Lando knowing what was happening. Rupert told Carlos, who obviously informed Lando.

"Baby, can we talk?" Lando asks when tracking her down and finding her with Alex and Lily, laughing about something. "Now."

"O-Okay. Yeah, see you guys later."

Lando isn't really angry at y/n. He's angry at the situation, he's angry she went to another trainer, he's angry that she asked for the strictest diet and workout that Rupert thought she could pick up and start to push herself to do.

His hand is linked to her's purely so he can partially drag her to a private space with no audience and a wall to put between them and any other ears to make gossip.

"I-Is there something wrong?"

Y/n has seen Lando angry, but it's never been directed at her.

"Why do you want to go into extreme dieting and working out up to 6 hours a day?" Lando asks cutting straight to the point and honestly he sees y/n pale making him sigh and try to calm himself down because he knows she's not going to feel happy to talk about it with him if he's mad. "Baby, I'm not mad at you...I want to know why you are going to Carlos' trainer of all people to ask for advice on completely changing your entire lifestyle."

Y/n tries to keep clam. She is not going to cry, she's not going to hyperventilate and tries to just completely calm herself down.

Lando's softened stance does successfully make her control her emotions a little before he gently grips her bicep and rubs it.

"What is it?"

"I don't fit in here, Lan...I'm chubby, I've been gaining weight and I know you've noticed because..."

"Because?"

"You keep inviting me to the gym and you never did that before." Y/n murmurs making Lando feel almost ready to throw himself out a window as punishment for being the cause for his girlfriend's insecurities.

"Baby...Baby...I'm...Fuck sake." Lando rambles, really at a loss for words of how to articulate that wasn't his intention but regardless of whether it was. It was the outcome and how it felt for her, so really no explanation or denial of that being the case is the truth. "I didn't invite you because I think you need to work out. I invited you because it's extra time that I get with you...if you just came and sat in the gym and are there so I can talk to you. I didn't know you had gained weight, not that it even matters anyway. But if you do feel like it's important to you that you do lose any weight, please just come talk to me. But going to another trainer and asking or the quickest method to lose weight without it being considered a problem isn't how to do that."

"Ok." Y/n murmurs hating that her boyfriend even has to say this. Because really it's not fair on Lando to have to point out the flaws in her plan. "I want to look like someone who actually deserves you."

Lando sheds tears for very few reasons. He doesn't remember the last time he knows for certain he cried other than Russia 2021 (but we don't talk or even think about that). But that statement, the fact she would ever even think that.

"Y/n...You don't have to look any sort of way, you don't...you deserve me more than I deserve you. Fucking hell." Lando states shaking his head before he sighs, jumping a little when her hand comes up to wipe a tear but he sighs moving his hand up to cover her own, keeping it on her cheek. "I don't want you to change the way you are because of me. That's not ok."

Y/n blinks a couple times trying to force back her own tears before Lando pulls her forward properly into an embrace with her face nuzzling into his chest.

"I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry." Y/n hiccups falling apart in Lando's hold as he lets out a sigh resting his chin on top of her head.

"You don't need to be sorry. I just...I want you to take care of yourself and I want to be able to know when I need to pick up the slack because you're not feeling good. You're perfect to me, no matter what and I will reinforce that if I have to because you don't feel "

"Ok."

He rubs at her back just waiting for her to slowly calm down.

"And for the record I think you are the most beautiful woman alive. Even when you decide to wear that old Rolling Stones t-shirt that likes like 10 sizes too big." Lando smiles making her look up finally laughing a little which settles the uneasy feeling in his chest.

"Don't diss the t-shirt. It's one of my most comfortable tops."

"Mhmmm...well at least you don't bring it with us when we travel. I prefer seeing what you hide underneath it anyway." Lando states earning an eye roll. "If we had time now then I'd ask to see what you're hiding from me now. But it's going to have to wait, I promised Andrea once I found and spoke to you. Then I'd go on the track walk."

"Can I come?"

"I would love it if you did. Give me more time with you." Lando nods before pausing. "If you do decide that you still want to lose weight, which you really don't need to because it's really not important, but if you do. Then talk to Jon, please? At least then I can rest knowing it's someone I'd trust with my life and that knows you well enough and is around you enough to be able to properly make you a diet and regime that is realistic and manageable for you."

"Ok. I'll...put a bit more thought into what I want and talk to Jon." Y/n promises since she gets why Lando would rather she speak to his trainer who he easily trusts with his life and his entire career really.

Obviously it hasn't wiped out every insecurity that she's got, but Lando will keep a closer eye on her when it comes to this stuff and at least now he knows there's something of a problem in her head even if it was something he just didn't notice.

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[absurduty]

DAY OFF [ETN.L X READER]

(Ghostface doesn’t exist AU. Quinn and Ethan live as normal siblings.)

summary: Your best friend Quinn has gone to buy some snacks for the sleepover. Luckily, her brother is there to keep you entertained.

warnings: oral (m receiving), masturbation, subby(?)ethan, mentions of cunnilingus,

“Oh, come on y/n.” Quinn urges you, lying on her stomach. “Give Chad a chance, he’s hot.”

“I don’t know, Quinnie.” you shrug, plopping down on the bed. “He seems decent, but I'm not interested in anyone right now.”

That was a lie. By a long shot.

You were interested in someone. The only problem? He just so happened to be Quinn's brother. And Chad's roommate.

Did it stop you from touching yourself and humping your pillow pretending to ride him? No.

He was such a sweet boy. You couldn’t help but pump those fingers inside of you, moaning his name aloud once you were sure no one would hear or enter.

You shamelessly let the thought of riding his face bring you to your orgasm. You imagined his tongue lapping up your folds and pushing that button in your cunt.

And let’s not get started on that fantasy of you taking him into your mouth, guiding his inexperienced hands to grip your hair and allowing him to completely fuck your throat as your tits are out, bouncing with every thrust past your plump lips.

“Anyways,” Quinn sighed in boredom, standing up and putting her jacket on. “You've got 5? I wanna get us some snacks.”

“In my pockets.” You answered, biting your cheek as you looked up at the ceiling.

You sighed softly, pondering what to do once Quinn leaves. Until an idea pops up in your head.

Ethan is in the living room. What’s wrong with wanting to watch an innocent movie with your friend's sweet brother?

“Hey Quinnie, I’ll see you out the door.” you say softly, standing up and following behind her.

“Thanks y/n/n.” she smiled, walking out of the room into the living room where Ethan sat. As soon as Ethan heard footsteps, he turned around and looked at you with those heart eyes that never failed to make you smile. He was so whipped for you.

Ethan first discovered his crush on you when Quinn took you to her home for an econ-project. You were so pretty, so kind. It’s a shame Quinn closed the door. But as luck would have it, you began to stick around even after the project.

You became a regular in Quinns appartement, somewhere Ethan would also be in frequently. You’d often help him with his homework, and each time he almost came inside of his pants with the way you leaned down to explain something to him, your breath hitting his ear and you’re tits hanging. Or when you'd bend over the table to point at something on the other side, your ass raised in the air.

Each little detail of your movements played through his mind as he pumped his length every night, desperately whimpering into his pillow as to not let his roommate hear. His other hand occupied with scrolling through your instagram, ultimately coming across a video of your voice which pushed him to his orgasm, splashing all over his stomach.

“Call me when you get there, Quinnie.” you chirped happily, closing the door.

His heart skipped a beat when you turned to him, walking around the couch to sit next to him.

“Hi, Ethan.” you smile, your tits bouncing as you plopped down on the lap. god, how was he supposed to spend this night without feeling those soft breasts?

“Hi.” he murmured quietly, turning to tv.

“Can I watch this with you?” you ask in your softest voice, your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his semi-hard cock. “I get lonely when Quinnie isn’t here to entertain me.”

“Y-yeah, sure.” he stuttered, resisting the urge to guide your hand to palm his dick.

“Great!” you smile, scooting closer to him, the back of your skirt rubbing against the sofa, causing it to be help up. god, he wanted you to stuff that into your mouth as you praised him.

“Can I sit on your lap?” she interrupted his thoughts, rubbing his thigh. “I like cuddling with people.”

“Mhm,” he managed to get out of his mouth, resisting the urge to let out a moan at your words. albeit, that failed when you sat on his lip, your clothed ass rubbing against his clothed cock.

and although his lips were bitten on by himself, she could hear the whimper, causing her to turn around and straddle him, her pussy rubbing against his hard length.

“Sweet boy, can I do something to ease your pain?” she asks sweetly, her hand finding the waistband of his pants. he couldn’t have nodded his head faster. anything for her. his dream girl.

she smiles, getting off his lap causing him to whine. she dropped to her knees, pulling his pants with her.

“You want me to see how big you are?” she asked in a soft tone, her fingers hooking her fingers under his boxers. “Is that it, baby? You want me to praise your cock?”

“Mhm, yes!” he whimpered out as soon as she took his sensitive length into her hands. “W-want you to be proud of it.”

“I am, baby.” you soothe him, your hand reaching up to stroke his brown curls. “Relax.”

he sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes as his curls are being paid attention to by your fingers. the silence being interrupted by a moan as soon as you place a kitten lick on his tip.

“You want to fuck my throat, baby? you ask sweetly, licking the vein underneath. “Ask nicely, sweetie.”

“P-please, y/n.” he whimpered, his cock throbbing under your attention. “need you. fuck, you’re so hot.”

“How long have you wanted me?” You tease, kitty licking the tip again. “Tell me and I'll relieve your pain with my mouth.”

“Mhm,” he whimpers, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to gain pleasure. “S-so long. I like you coming over. I-I want to feel your tits.”

“You will, baby.” you coo, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Not now tho. Now you can only look at them as I suck you off, my pretty boy.”

He nodded feverishly, head thrown back as you took him into your mouth.

You stilled her movement in her mouth to let your round tits spill out of your top, before bobbing your head up and down his length, your tits bouncing with every movement.

Ethan really tried to hold it in. He knew you wouldn’t like it if he bucked his hips and just fucked your throat raw until your saliva dripped in the same route as the vein.

you she moaned loudly, the vibrations shooting straight up his throbbing cock as he let out whimpers and moans.

“I'm close!” he moaned out, feeling that tight knot in his stomach. “Please, let me cum in your pretty mouth.”

“Praise me first.” you demanded, pulling off his cock to speak, using your hands instead.

“You’re so - fuck!” he moans, shuddering and squirming. “S-so pretty. I l-love it when you’re being kind to-to me.”

You let out a moan at his words, using your mouth again and hollowing your cheeks.

“F-fuck. When you bend over to teach me something I j-just… want to kiss and suck those tits.” he moaned, thrusting his hips. “I-I don’t like hearing Chad talk about you. I can’t stand sharing you.”

You keep sucking, gagging on his cock. You use your hands on the part that doesn’t fit, squeezing your thighs together with your slick wetness im between them.

“F-fuck. You’re so kind. I just want to suck on your cunt u-until you come all over my face.”

That did it. At his words, you let out a loud pornographic moan, shooting straight up his dick, causing his cum to stream down your throat.

You pulled your mouth off his cock with a pop, your eyes teary and panting.

“God,” you whimpered, straddling him but careful not to grind against his sensitive cock. “You really are my sweet boy.”

He smiled at her words, leaning into her touch. “Promise me you only do this to me?”

“I promise, my pretty boy. All mine.” you whisper, cupping his cheek.

“Now,” you grin, licking a stripe up his throat. “I think I deserve to sit on your face, don’t I?”

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[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 4 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warning(s): homophobia becomes a central theme. mention of a close dead relative. internalized misogyny.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 5

You were sitting on the grass under the bleachers when Janis 'Imi'ike came up to you.

"I'm not selling right now." You said, suspecting she was here to see about buying alcohol or something. You had a contact and made a small bit in commissions around the school selling stuff.

"I'm- what? What're you selling?" Oh, well, guess not then.

"Nothing." You didn't want to incriminate yourself. It was bad enough you were smoking a cigarette right this moment. You took another drag. Usually, you didn't smoke during school but today was turning out to be a shittier day than usual.

"I'm not a nark, I could-" She seemed to shake herself. "Anyway. Why did you come to school with Regina today?"

"You saw that?" You inquired, alarmed but making an attempt to hide it.

"Yes. Now, why?"

"We live on the same street. Her car was having issues." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"How'd you know her car was having issues?" She did not seem inclined to just let it go. It was beginning to annoy you.

"Because I fix it from time to time. Like I said, we live on the same street. We're not friends or anything." While you didn't like lying, especially not when you yourself were bitter about it, protecting Regina's rep was more important.

"I think that's a lie. We went to the same middle school for a while. You were close back then." She accused, crouching to be at level with you. You were officially annoyed now.

"You used to be close too." You took another drag and, noticing your cig was on its last leg, stamped it on the ground. "And how'd that turn out?"

Janis gritted her teeth. "Not well."

"Exactly." You gave her a tight, snarky smile and stood up. "Bye."

"Wait a minute!" She jogged after you as you made for the school building. "I'm not done!"

"I think you are." You called back, hastening your step. "There's nothing for us to talk about, Janis."

"Dude! You're being a huge dick right now." Janis caught up to you, gesturing as if she were offended. "Why are you so touchy?"

"I'm not touchy, I'm pissed that a stranger is getting all up in my business." You informed her curtly. "Lay off."

She held her hands up in surrender, an infuriating smirk on her face. "What business do you have with Regina?"

You halted and dropped your backpack on the ground. "What is your problem?" You advanced on her, not exactly squaring up but still getting a little too close for comfort.

"Woah, protective, aren't you?" She wasn't intimidated in the least. That only angered you more. "Has she ditched Cady already and found a new pet?"

"If I were you, I'd watch my mouth." You said as menacingly as you could.

"We could help each other out, y'know." She said, playing innocent.

"Why would I help you with anything?"

"Because she hurt both of us." You had to agree with that, however reluctantly. "I want revenge. She needs to go down." Now, that you did not agree with.

"What do you mean?" If they were planning a coup or something, you needed to get the details. You wouldn't be putting up with that shit.

"Cady's gotten an in with the Plastics." You'd never liked that stupid nickname Janis insisted on using. "She's still on the fence about them, but it's only a matter of time before I'm proven right."

"You've infiltrated the popular girl group like 007, great, because Regina wronged you somehow in middle school? Grow up." You rolled your eyes and picked up your backpack.

"She outed me, you douche!" She exclaimed before probably even thinking about it. Realizing what she'd said, she glanced around warily. Nobody was nearby since you were away from the courtyard.

Okay. Well. That made this a lot more complicated. You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was the exact reason you hung around skaters and stoner-wannabes. At least their drama was about graffiti and who had the good kush, not about whatever the fuck this was. You weren't aware you were living in a teen drama.

"Okay." You breathed in deeply. You did not want to be involved, no matter how justified Janis could've been. However, you needed information if you wanted to get in the way. "What've you got?"

A mean grin nearly split her face. Then, in just a second, it melted away. "You won't tell anybody, right? About, uh, that earlier-"

"I sell drugs behind the school, dude." You put it flatly. "You have more flak on me."

"True." She conceded. "So..."

Their plans weren't very well constructed, to be fair. Janis wanted to prove to Cady that Regina was a bitch, her words, and that was sort of just a waiting game. In the meantime, they were collecting information. So far they'd found out about the Burn Book, supposedly a scrapbook that Regina and her friends had filled with mean things about everybody at Northshore. Staff and teachers included. Apparently, Cady hadn't had much time to peruse it, so neither Janis nor you were in it for all she knew.

The concept made you nervous. You could very well be in that book and Cady just hadn't seen it. If everybody was in it, including nobodies like Mary Stigson and Amber D'Alessio, the chance was incredibly high.

You didn't even know what she could've written about you. Over the years you'd shared incredibly vulnerable bits of information with her. She'd shared with you too, but you weren't in any position to weaponize her secrets. You'd been through embarrassing moments that just the two of you knew of, had seen each other cry and rage and experience all sorts of overwhelming emotions, had made it through mortifying tweenhood phases together.

Regina could've written your whole life story, the nastiest highlights at least, without breaking a sweat.

You were like a zombie for the rest of the day. Barely paying attention in class, twirling a pencil in your fingers listlessly as whatever teacher went on and on. You looked up when a sharp, female voice called your name. You apologized to Ms Norbury and pretended to start working.

Calculus class, huh? You looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. You met eyes with Cady Heron. She quickly turned back to her work, writing numbers furiously. So Janis had told her about their new accomplice. Of course, you had every intention to tattle first thing once you talked to Regina again.

You knew she wouldn't want to be seen leaving with you, so you shot her a text that you'd be behind the bleachers waiting. You were her ride, after all. It would've been rude to leave her.

Relaxing somewhere quiet and alone wasn't too bad. You lifted your headphones over your ears and put on a Nirvana CD. Just this morning Regina had called you 'a hobo with a liking for grunge', or something along those lines. You did so love proving her right.

You lit a cigarette in honour of Kurt and closed your eyes. Something about this day, the utterly exhausting events, made you desperate to feel some release. Ever since dropping Regina off, you'd been a fucking mess. Janis having seen the whole thing and then coming to conspire against Queen Bee hadn't helped. You wished things could be spelt out for you.

Did Regina like you? Yes or no. You knew it wasn't that simple, that things weren't simple for her like they were for you. You liked her and so it was easy to let her walk all over you. You liked her so, of course, you sided with her even when Janis and you had a camaraderie. You liked her and so you chose not to think about the horrible thing she'd done to Janis.

Was it only a matter of time before she'd use that secret against you, too? Did it hang above your head even now?

"Hey, loser, stub the cig and let's get outta here. I'm sick of this joint."

"Who taught you to talk like that?" You opened your eyes and looked up at Regina. "Certainly not your father."

"What daddy doesn't know won't hurt him." She offered her hand to pull you up. "C'mon. I have a nail appointment to get to."

You hauled yourself up with her help. Over-balancing a little bit you tipped into her space, and for a moment there you breathed the same air. You took a hasty step back and tuned back into the conversation.

"And- and how're you gonna get there?" You already knew.

"We don't have enough time to go to mine first, so..." She smiled sweetly at you, getting that calculating look in her eye as she grabbed your arm and pulled it close to her chest. Looking up at you through her lashes, long nails stroking down your forearm, a smile so alluring it was evil on her face, she knew she had you. You couldn't say no.

Gulping, you inclined your head. "I'll take you."

"Thanks, babe." And with that, she pressed her purse into your arms to carry and skipped ahead.

Fuck. Fuck. You closed your eyes and fought off a groan. You'd almost forgotten the crush you'd nursed for her back then. It hadn't ever left, you knew that much, but it hadn't smacked you in the face quite like this before. You were familiar with moments that made your heart beat fast, scenarios that played on a loop in your head, and dreams you could never really make sense of. Now, though, hearing her call you babe and the physical reaction it evoked, there was no plausible explanation other than the obvious fact: You had a crush on Regina George.

You knew—knew—that it was hopeless. There was no world in which you and Regina could be a thing. Or maybe there was, but that was a pipe dream you'd do no good in entertaining. Your dad didn't care about who you dated, but you were sure he would be none too pleased. Regina's dad was a whole other case. He was way stricter than your dad, though just as distant.

You'd done this before. It would be fine. Admittedly, back when you'd been actively crushing on Regina you had been twelve and under. Back then you'd still tolerated skirts and girly hairstyles. Back then it'd been socially acceptable to cling to your friend like a koala, kiss her cheeks and hold her hand. If you tried that shit now, especially looking like you did, it would not slide.

(You'd been called slurs around the halls before. While you didn't generate much rumours or hubbub, you knew that you existed in people's peripherals in a certain way. They'd snidely ask if you liked the Ellen Show. Make vile hand gestures at you when you passed by. Garry Fort, resident church boy and social outcast, had even offered to pray for you. You had refused.)

"Jorts! Get a move on!" Regina shouted, a good distance away.

"Yeah yeah," You muttered, but picked up the pace.

"What took you so long?" She asked as she settled into the front seat.

"Lost in thought, I guess." Waxing melancholy about how we could never be together, sweetums. You opted not to say that. "So, where's this appointment?"

"Just drive to town, I'll give instructions."

"Sure thing." You bit your lip and tapped your fingers on the steering wheel. You hadn't had your licence for long but you'd been driving for much longer than that. You were a good driver. Back when you'd been young enough for your dad to feel obligated to spend time with you, he'd taken you to some backroads and taught you. Then, when that stopped, you'd done it illegally. Hey, girls gotta keep busy somehow.

"What's on your mind?" Regina asked, breaking the silence that'd turned uncomfortable.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." You swallowed. "How was your day?"

"How was my day, seriously?" She turned her body to face you, arms crossed and a displeased look on her face. "What is it?"

You tried to think of something to say. You didn't want to ruin her whole day by revealing she had a spy, of all things. You'd planned on waiting a little bit before telling her. You would've maybe taken her for a ride and then gently broken the news.

So, that was a bust.

"Cady Heron is spying on you. She's retelling everything you're doing together with Gretchen and Karen to Janis and her friend Damien Leigh." You blurted it all out. "I was smoking in my usual spot and she just came up to me. And, uh, recruited me. Apparently, she saw you leave my car this morning."

"What?" Regina screeched, face slack with shock as well as strained with fear, panic, and all sorts of jumbled emotions. "Did anybody else see?"

"I don't know!" Your shoulders lifted all the way up to your ears in a panicked shrug. Her emotions were rubbing off on you and you did not like it. "Did people act weird around you today?"

"No," She paused to think. "No, everything was fine. Karen liked my top."

"You mean my top?" You corrected.

"Whatever." Regina looked out of the window contemplatively. "Are you plotting against me?"

You rolled your eyes, and took your sights off the road for a second to shoot her a look. "If I was, would I be telling you?"

"I dunno, I vividly remember you being sorta stupid."

"Wow, thanks, Reg, that's high praise coming from you. Only sorta."

"Shut up. You're so annoying." She unfolded her arms and leaned back in the seat. "Cady Heron. A spy."

"Janis told me, and I quote: "She needs to go down." Which was pretty dramatic in my opinion." Regina didn't say anything. "I mean, we're in high school."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Regina inspected her nails. Pretty acrylics, sharp and lethal, decorated with gems and swirls. A little grown out, sure, but still in perfect condition.

"I just mean that..." You thought about what you wanted to say. "Y'know, on average women in America die, like, between seventy and eighty years old. We're less than a quarter of that right now. Five years from now, I bet the problems we have now will seem stupid and insignificant. And then five years, or ten, from that, the issues then will look the same way."

"Morbid." She turned to look at you. You couldn't tell what her expression was like, in the middle of changing lanes to pass a car going way under the limit. "Are you always this philosophical?"

"I could be. If you wanted me to be." You wondered if that edged a little too close to flirty.

"No. It's insufferable." You didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't fucking care about the grand scheme of things. My problems aren't stupid or insignificant now, so it's no fucking use thinking, oh, it'll all be fine with time! Well, it won't be, if I don't do something right now." She ranted, waving her hands as she did. "And I will argue that women die much earlier than that."

"It's a statistic, Reg-"

"No, women die at menopause at the latest. They get sad, saggy and undesirable and they die." She said with such conviction that it shook you. "When you stop being beautiful, it's all over."

"Regina, that's..." Wrong. Incorrect. A horrible way to think. "I don't think that's true."

"Women like my mom have nothing to offer. When dad stopped wanting her and started looking elsewhere, when she stopped being asked out at the grocery store and they started asking me, when Kylie poked at her flab and asked what her stretch marks were, she died."

Listening to her talk like that, about her mom nonetheless, was heartbreaking. Still, you couldn't help getting angry. "Your mom is alive and well, Reg. Your dad cheating isn't her fault, it's him being an awful human being. Being asked out at the grocery store isn't like receiving a fucking Nobel prize. Flab and stretch marks are what you did to her body. What Kylie did to her body." You bit your lip when it started wobbling. You bit down harshly to stop it.

You continued even when your voice crackled. "My mom's always gonna be young and beautiful. She's gonna always gonna have smooth, wrinkle-free skin. I won't get to ask about her flab or stretch marks. Not ever." Regina was quiet. You could feel her eyes on you. "You don't get to complain about growing old. Mrs George's been like a mom to me, you know that, so don't fucking insult her in front of me. You can get all the botox and surgeries you want, but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to that shit."

"Sorry." She said, quietly. She'd never been good at apologies.

"It's fine." You wiped at your eyes. "I'm sorry for freaking out."

"No, it's... That was stupid." She mostly muttered, now sunken into the seat.

You shouldn't have raved at her like that. Unpacking all that she said would've been much easier with a clear head. Now you were both stuck in this tension. Tears drying on your cheeks and snot in your nose, you wished things would be easier. You wished Regina had never been taught to think like she did, that she'd see herself like you saw her.

"I think you'll still be pretty when you're forty." You put it out there, going for casual.

"You don't have to lie." She huffed, assuredly rolling her eyes.

"I'm not lying. I don't think a few wrinkles are enough to ruin your face."

"I'm not gonna get wrinkles. By the time I'm old enough to get them, there's gonna be technology to prevent signs of ageing entirely."

You laughed at that. "Are you gonna pioneer that?"

"You think I'd be smart enough?"

"I think you're very intelligent, Regina."

"Hm." You could tell she was pleased, though she was looking away. "Take left here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Notes: I'm writing these abnormally fast. Usually, I'm a total sloth with these things. I guess the instant gratification of notes really is addicting. If I suddenly drop off, I promise I didn't die I just ran out of steam.

I have no idea how long this series will be. I have a general outline and character arcs going in my head, but I'm purposefully not drafting anything. I've noticed that when I plan too much I just feel like I've already written the story and don't wanna put any of the work in. So, with this method, though it has its flaws, I won't get bored of my own ideas!

Also, just to sort of put it out there in writing, they're meant to be flawed characters. OC might be self-aware to a point, but she too has her shortcomings. While Regina's more obviously flawed, neither of them are saints. They're teenagers with shitty home lives, they're gonna be fucked up. That also includes Janis and Cady. They're all dumb teenagers with unresolved issues.

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[7s3ven]

hii ! i love your writing so much so you know i had to request a luke imagine 💝

i’m thinking of a reader with a protective godly parent (your choice of which god), who is very selective on who they allow their child to date. luke has loved them for years, so one night he prays to their parent for approval. idk if you’ve watched gilmore girls, but I’m imagining the scene where dave tries to convince lane’s mom to allow her to date ! (if you haven’t seen the show, its a popular clip on tt that you could look up if u wanted)

i’m picturing fluff but could def make it angst too, so it’s whatever you want! also, i’m a fem reader, but i don’t mind gender neutral or anything like that

tysm ! ❤️

DAVE AND LANE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENDING GAME

I LIKE ME BETTER. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Luke is on a mission to prove himself to the father of the girl he loves. He’ll do anything for her hand, even if said god is asking him to do some particularly stupid stunts.

“I like me better when I’m with you.”

Warnings: drinking, smoking, and vaping mentioned

A/N: Guys… I love loser! Luke AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO. I feel like Dionysus would be the guy to put Luke through all this stuff just for his own amusement

Also, this is my little birthday gift for y’all 😽. Bc it’s my bday today 🙀

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The first thing when you thought of a daughter of Dionysus’ was a troublemaker, one that rivalled the Stoll brothers. Maybe an alcoholic with bad habits engraved in her mind like her father.

Y/N was a total shock to the camp. How could such a sweet, kind, dazzling girl be the daughter of Dionysus? She didn’t have one mean or sarcastic bone in her body.

She was as bright as Apollo’s kids, as beautiful as the Aphrodite girls prancing around in mini skirts and small tops, and as friendly as the Demeter children who grew roses alongside her. So, it wasn’t a surprise that boys craned their heads to peek at her, something her father hated witnessing. Nobody, not one mere mortal or even a godly being, was good enough for his beloved daughter.

Dionysus held Y/N close. She reminded him of her mother, who died giving birth to her. He had already lost one important woman in his life. He wasn’t going to let history repeat itself again.

“Dad?” Y/N called out into her father’s room, wrinkling up her nose when she almost stumbled over a wine bottle rolling around. Her father was forbidden to consume alcohol but that didn’t stop him from tricking the younger campers into fetching him some.

After concluding that her father wasn’t in his quarters, Y/N took the bottle and wandered to find a bin. The trash cans were always moving around, which made it a mission to find one.

As Y/N passed by the Hermes cabin, she heard her name. She glanced over her shoulder, innocently staring at the pair of boys who were conversing outside. One was leaning against a wooden pillar while the other rested his arms against the railing of the porch.

One noticed Y/N and he nudged his friend, quickly changing their conversation topic.

Y/N recognised Luke Castellan. The Aphrodite girls loved to rave about him, about how handsome and talented he was. How they wished they could kiss him. How they wanted to be held in his arms.

He wasn’t bad looking in Y/N’s eyes, quite adorable actually. She watched as his lips curved into an amused smile as he looked at Chris and how his eyes crinkled slightly. Despite wanting to admire him, Y/N forcefully turned her head. She wasn’t allowed to date. That was one of her father’s golden rules.

She was allowed to drink, allowed to smoke, probably even allowed to go skinny-dipping in the dead of night. Her father was fine with anything as long as she wasn’t around any boys. Of course, she never did consume alcohol or take a much needed hit from a cigarette. She had seen other kids do it.

One of the Ares kids was constantly sneaking in and out of camp to buy new vapes. She had even witnessed Luke of all people, the esteemed golden boy, the role model, blow a cloud of smoke from his lips.

Y/N was always scared she was missing out but she valued her healthy lungs, which had played a part in her surviving a terrifying harpy while on her way to camp.

“She’s perfect.” Luke whispered to Chris.

“Too bad Mr D won’t let you near her.”

It was a known fact that nobody was allowed to date Y/N. She was the camp princess. The only demigod with a parents who cared enough about her to be actively involved in her life. Not even Annabeth had that kind of bond with Athena.

Luke hoped one day Dionysus would let him near Y/N. Until then, he was fine admiring her from afar because he knew no other guys could approach her either.

"You know, I heard Dionysus won't be at the campfire tonight... you could make a move." Chris nudged Luke, muttering quietly so nobody else heard him.

Luke had always been determined to be the first to sweep Y/N off her feet. This was his chance to fulfil that broad claim. He didn't know how he'd do it but when there's a will, there's a way.

All throughout the day, Luke kept close tabs on Y/N. When she was in the arena he was there too, polishing the spare swords. When she was in the garden, Luke happened to be amongst the tall grass too. And he gazed longingly at her from across the pavilion during lunch. She sat alone at her table, Dionysus nowhere in sight.

Luke's heart hammered in his chest as he slowly stood up. Chris slapped his back as a way of encouraging him but it only made his anxiety spike.

“Go get her, tiger.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Luke picked up the pace when he realized that a few other boys the same idea as his. “Hey, Y/N.” He got to her first.

She lifted her head, staring at him through her lashes. She smiled. “Hi, Luke.” She saw his eyes light up.

“You know my name?”

“I’ve been here longer than you. Plus, it’d help concerning if I didn’t know the name of the best swordsman.”

“I’m not that good.”

“You won in a 4 V 1 battle.” Y/N pointed out.

“Did I? I didn’t even notice.”

Y/N let out an amused laugh but she immediately cut herself off when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Luke cleared his throat, standing upright.

“Good afternoon, Mr D.” He politely greeted the god.

“Scram, Castellan.” Mr D ordered, glowering at the teenager. Luke quickly nodded and speed-walked back to his table, where Chris was trying to muffle his laughter.

“He wasn’t even flirting with me, dad.” Y/N huffed and furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes wandered to Luke, feeling a little sorry for him.

“Stop looking at him, Y/N.” Dionysus lightly scolded her. Y/N pouted and pushed the food on her plate around with her fork.

“I wish you would let me date. I’m the only girl who hasn’t kissed someone.” She muttered, huffing.

“I will not let you date a hooligan.”

“Daddy, Luke isn’t a hooligan. He’s sweet. He’s the best swordsman in three hundred years.”

“Which means he could easily hurt you.”

“He wakes up early to go for a run.”

“Wow, the perfect set-up to cheat.”

“He’s good with kids.”

“He’ll want his own kids with you soon.”

“That last one didn’t even make sense.”

“I know a man’s mind, Y/N. Luke Castellan is a dangerous boy.”

Y/N glanced at Luke and Dionysus followed her gaze. Luke was attempting to balance a spoon on his tongue while Chris cracked up.

“Dangerous, huh? I’m absolutely terrified.” Y/N sarcastically deadpanned.

“He’s acting innocent.”

“Sure.”

Fathers always had a weird vendetta against the idea of their daughters dating. Dionysus was no different. If anything, he was worse. He was always popping up at the worst times, such as just now. He never let the attention of a boy linger on Y/N for too long, scared it would take her away from him. Perhaps he was doing it on purpose.

“It’s so unfair.” Y/N huffed as she plucked petals off a rose Silena had randomly given her. “He won’t let me date or go to the parties. I’m not even allowed to look at a boy!” Y/N groaned, leaning back in her foldable chair.

She was sitting with Silena in front of the quiet lake, watching as the wind rippled across the still water.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Silena suggested, sipping on a tall glass of whatever drink she had mixed.

“Nothing works! Someday he’ll have to let me date. He can’t stop me forever. I’m almost twenty now!”

Silena hummed before offering Y/N some pineapple juice.

“Any new gossip, though? Besides Mr D being a total cock block.”

“Well… there’s this one guy.” Y/N murmured, shyly flicking her straw around. Silena immediately sat up.

“Tell me everything!” She quickly demanded. “What’s his name? Is he cute? Can he fight?”

“He can’t fight… and he’s good-looking. He’s, uh,” Y/N diverted her gaze elsewhere, “Also a son… of Hermes.”

“Luke Castellan!” Silena exclaimed without hesitation. “I knew there was something going on when he approached her! Why haven’t you taken an interest in him before? You and him have been here for ages.”

“He had a middle part before.”

“Oh, I remember that!” Silena let out a quiet giggle as she relaxed again, kicking her feet in excitement. “Ask him out.”

“You’re forgetting one problem. My dad!”

Silena shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Make Luke prove himself to Mr D. That worked with my dad!”

“Luke proved himself to your dad?”

“No, silly! It was another boy. But if Luke wants to be seen as worthy, he has to impress Mr D!”

“I guess.” Y/N mumbled as she slowly nodded her head.

“Great. Let’s get ready for the campfire. A new Ares boy arrived and I want to see Melo flirt with him. She flirts with everyone.”

Y/N poked a large marshmallow through the skewer before shoving it into the hot flames in front of her. Silena was talking but she was too spaced out to hear a word.

Y/N aimlessly hummed and occasionally nodded her head. “Yup.” She muttered, turning her marshmallow over and watching as the soft white treat turned crisp.

“Are you even listening? I said Luke is staring at you.”

That got Y/N’s attention. She quickly lifted her head, her gaze immediately searching for the brunette. She found him amongst the Hermes kids and a few of the Aphrodite girls loitered around him. He smiled at her for a split second before his eyes flickered to Y/N’s marshmallow.

He subtly pointed at it and Y/N huffed once she realized her marshmallow had caught fire and been burnt black. “That was my last one.” She threw the skewer into the fire, allowing the hot flames to swallow it up.

“Well, you did keep eating them.” Silena pointed out.

Y/N sent her a small glare. “You’re literally eating one of my marshmallows right now. You have a whole pile sitting on your skirt!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Silena was quick to shove the rest into her mouth. “Bye!” She exclaimed but her words were muffled by the marshmallows.

“You owe me!” Y/N called out after her.

“Is Silena stealing marshmallows again?” Luke chuckled as he came to a stop in front of Y/N. He shoved his hands into his pockets whilst Y/N nodded.

“She does this every time. She’s stealing from Annabeth now!” Y/N wildly gestured over at Silena who was sweetly convincing Annabeth to hand over a few marshmallows.

“She should be notorious for being the marshmallow thief.” Luke grinned. He sat down beside Y/N, their shoulders gently brushing.

“Sorry about my dad at lunch.” Y/N blurted out. “He can be a tad… overprotective. You know how he is.”

“Well, I did see him set somebody’s clothes on fire for winking at you.”

Y/N quietly sighed. “Yeah… poor Nick. May he rest in peace.”

Luke glanced over at Nick who was guarding his marshmallows with his life. “He isn’t dead, you know.”

“Yeah, but he looked like he died back then.”

A familiar presence appeared from behind the pair and Luke immediately stiffened while Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Castellan. What are you doing talking with my daughter?” Dionysus sounded friendly yet when he slung an arm around Luke’s shoulder, he could tell the god was holding back on strangling him.

“We’re just talking about Silena and her marshmallows, daddy.” Y/N quickly piped up, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Castellan, let’s have a chat, shall we?” Dionysus dragged Luke off before either of the teens could stop him.

“Mr D, before you say anything, please don’t set me on fire! And if you do, spare my pants! These were expensive and I even got them on sale!”

“Keep your pants on, kid.” Dionysus grunted, knowing Luke was fully prepared to unbutton his jeans in order to preserve them. “What business do you have with my daughter, hm?”

Luke visibly relaxed at the idea of his jeans surviving the convention. “If it isn’t too bold to say, Mr D… I like her. A lot. I have for… years now. But I’ve always respected your wish to distance her from boys. I’ll even pray to you. I’ll give you wine. I’ll pray to you with wine and vodka and butterscotch and, uh, more wine! And grapes! Big, red grapes! Just give me a chance!”

Dionysus held up a hand to stop Luke’s aimless rambling. “You want to have a shot with my daughter?” He asked. Luke frantically nodded. “Alright. Do as I say and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Luke thickly gulped. He didn’t like that mischievous look in Dionysus’ eyes but nevertheless, he agreed. “Thank you, Mr D!”

Luke was the first camper to wake up. He reached under his bed, pulling out a large bottle of vintage wine he had been saving for this very occasion.

“Good morning, Mr D!” He cheerfully exclaimed, clearly showed the god the label of the alcohol.

“It’s worse now that you’re here.” Dionysus grumbled, yet he held out his chalice for Luke to pour him a much needed drink. Once he had gulped it all down, he turned to face Luke again. “Alright, first task, get rid of some rogue hellhound. Chiron sent me to do it but you’re more than capable, right?”

Luke was in no position to disagree.

“It’s near camp so don’t get ya knickers in a twist.” Dionysus stood up, brushing the bread crumbs off his lamp. “See ya at soon, kid. Oh, and I’ll be taking that.” He grabbed the wine bottle without a care in the world, merrily whistling to him with a small skip in his step.

“Did I just see you talking to my dad?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. Seeing her dad get along with a camper was a rare sight.

“Somewhat.” Luke muttered. “Uh, good morning? You’re up early.”

“I went out for a morning jog.” Y/N smiled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “So, hell hound catching, huh?”

“Yeah- Wait, what?” Luke’s gaze snapped to stare at Y/N in slightly shock. She stifled a small laugh.

“I heard your conversation. What’s the hell hound all about?”

Luke quietly sighed. “Don’t tell your dad I told you,” He leaned forward to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “But I convinced him to let me befriend you if I did a few things for him.”

Of course, being Y/N’s friend wasn’t Luke’s main priority but it was better than nothing.

“You better get to it, then. I’m getting lonely.” Y/N laughed as she playfully punched his shoulder. He chuckled alongside her.

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” He calmly brushed past Y/N, his smile faltering, “If I survive this.” He muttered to himself, his hands itching to grab a sword.

Finding the hellhound wasn’t hard. Luke spotted its raven black pelt amongst the bright green bushes. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was getting rid of it that would be the problem.

As soon as Luke carelessly stepped forward, a twig snapped under his foot, the hellhound growled. It loudly barked, baring its sharp teeth at the Hermes boy. He pointed his sword at the beast, narrowing his eyes.

“I swear, if you kill me, Hades better revive me so I can date Y/N.” Luke launched forward, tackling the large dog. It howled as his sword scratched its leg. “Nice dog!” Luke nervously chuckled. The hellhound barked again, kicking Luke with its powerful back legs.

“Easy now!” Luke wheezed, the air being knocked out of him from the repetitive blows.

Luke was supposed to be the best fighter at camp. He never dared picture himself rolling across the ground, practically body slamming a hellhound as mud stuck to his orange shirt.

“Just lie still so I can score a date with my long time crush!” Luke exclaimed as he scrambled to stand up. The hellhound paused in confusion, giving Luke enough time to turn it into fine dust.

“I’m never doing that again.” He muttered to himself as he stormed past the tall trees. Dionysus was standing beside the forest, drinking the wine as he seemed to be waiting for Luke. The god pulled down his sunglasses, bursting into rambunctious laughter when he saw Luke.

“What happened to you?! You look terrible, kid!” Dionysus cackled, throwing his head back in amusement.

“You spilled some wine.” Luke muttered, unamused. His usual perfect skin was now adorned with small cuts and bruises. His shirt was covered in dirt. And his hair what probably taken the brute of the attack. Twigs and leaves stuck out of his messy curled brown locks, which caused Dionysus to snicker.

“I told you it wasn’t gonna be easy, kid. You’ll hate tomorrow’s task even more.”

Luke hated every task.

Monday’s was the hellhound. Tuesday’s little chore was to clean the girl’s bathroom. He found out then how much long hair they lost. The Aphrodite girls always complained about their hair falling out. Well, Luke had found it down the drain.

Wednesday’s shenanigan was to steal Clarisse’s beloved spear. Luke wasn’t sure how he was alive after being caught by her. Thursday was surprisingly peaceful. All he had to do was sneak out of camp to buy Mr D more wine.

It was now Friday. Luke was wondering what Mr D had in store for him today. Breakfast whizzed by as usual. A few Aphrodite girls tried to catch his attention but he was focused on Mr D whispering something in Y/N’s ear.

Luke waited patiently throughout the day to be given an idiotic task. It was lunch time when Mr D approached him.

“You finish this one, kid, and you might have my blessing.”

These words made Luke’s eyes light up. “What is it?” He demanded.

“Follow the trail in the forest, jump across some trees, do a perfect dive into the lake from the highest cliff, and swim across the water towards camp. Easy peasy.”

Luke’s small smile wavered. “You’re… joking, right?”

The blank look on Mr D’s face told Luke he wasn’t. Luke sighed. “I’ll get my towel.”

The run through the forest wasn’t so bad. As soon as Luke gave Mr D his towel, he jogged into the thick vegetation. Mr D would be waiting at the finish line for him, if he ever made it. Climbing trees was not Luke’s forte.

His palms were sweaty as he peered down below, quickly gulping at how far down the ground seemed. “I didn’t know I was this stupid.” He muttered to himself before leaping onto a nearby thick branch. He repeated the action, always barely making it and wobbling.

Small beads of sweat trickled down Luke’s forehead as he hiked up the steep hill towards the cliff under the scorching sun. He could see the small figure of Mr D on the other side of the lake.

Luke was thankful he had taken diving lessons before. With a snippet of hesitation, he gracefully jumped. He hit the cold water, shivering. It felt like small needles poking his body. Luke emerged, panting and spitting out a mouthful of water.

He heard Mr D quietly clap. “Good job, kid.”

“What?!” Luke exclaimed, still too far away to hear the god’s voice.

“I said, good job! It was a decent dive!” Mr D cupped his hands over his mouth.

Luke emerged from the lake, drenched and cold and clutching his body as he searched for some warmth.

“Dad? What’s going on here?”

Both Luke and Mr D stiffened at the sound of Y/N’s voice. “Why was Luke in the lake?”

“Mr D.” Luke cut in, “I have something to say.”

“I’m busy, Castellan.”

“You’re literally standing in front of me. That’s all you’re doing.”

“Don’t let the sassy man apocalypse take you too, Castellan.”

“I have a crush on your daughter, sir. You probably already knew that. I know you have strict rules about dating and boys. But I promise to take good care of your daughter. I’ve only smoked once to try it, I don’t drink because I’m scared it’ll make me stupid, I’ve never gotten a ticket. I’m healthy, I take care of myself, I floss for ten minutes every night and that might seem extreme but cavities are no joke. I do well in activities here and I hardly ever play the video games my siblings do in case the theory of them turning you into a psycho is true. I don’t drink coffee. I hate soda because my stomach can’t handle the carbonation. I’ll willingly eat like a cow if you don’t want me eating meat. I don’t mind wearing a suit in the hot sun. I enjoy spending limited time with Y/N and I really, really, really like her.”

Mr D was silent. Luke subtly cleared his throat. “Uh… Mr D? Please don’t make me repeat that list again.”

Mr D broke into a pattern of snickers. “To tell you the truth, Castellan, I was going to let you date my daughter ages ago. She convinced me. It was just so fun making you do stupid things.”

Luke’s face dropped. “I did all that… for nothing… Clarisse almost killed me!”

Mr D, sensing Luke’s anger, merely rolled his eyes and quickly walked off in a drunken manner. “Have fun, you too.”

“Did you really fight a hellhound?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. It ruined my Hello Kitty socks!” Luke huffed. “But I’d do it again for you. What do you say, Y/N? Will you go out with me?” Luke clasped his hands together as a way of begging.

“I feel a little sorry for you, so okay.” She pulled him into a hug. “You know you’re going to have to prove yourself to my friends now.”

Luke stiffened. “No more hellhounds. Please.”

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[elsweetheart]

havduaha hello hi i think i'm inlove with you- anw i reaaaaaaalllyyyy love your writing. got me giggling and kicking feet fr hdjashaj soooo i just want to request somethin or whatnot just... dealer!ellie... whatever you want to do just make my dreams come true so i can pass away in peace (just kidding... or not) just gonna leave it here, again i think i'm really inlove with you HAJDHWJSHA BYE MWA

hiiii omgomgomg thank u!! i’m so happy u like my writing + you’re so sweet of course i will write dealer!ellie she is so chefs kiss 💋

beginners luck — dealer!ellie

tw// drug usage !! not smutty just flirty <3 more to come tho !!

• you and ellie were always seeing eachother around campus, or at parties where she’d be doing business. so much so, that the two of you would often laugh to eachother and chat at social gathering about how often you bumped into eachother. things were definitely a little flirty from your perspective, but you didn’t wanna read into it too much. so she’s not a total stranger — you just wouldn’t consider her a friend, and you wouldn’t wanna be stuck in the friendzone anyway.

• she’s always wondered why you’ve never tried to buy from her and then simply put it down to you seeming too innocent to wanna smoke and honestly she thinks it’s cute.

• that is until you can’t sleep one night, mind super frazzled from staring at a computer all day that you decide fuck it, now is the perfect time to start.

• so you march over to ellie’s dorm, and everyone knows where ellie’s dorm is because everyone buys weed from ellie. you didn’t think to change out of the tank top that’s just a little too tight and your cute pj pants, and before it’s too late you’re knocking on her door.

• she opens up pretty fast, and she looks like she just got back — wearing a carhartt jacket over her hoodie, her sneakers still on. she lets you in and honestly she’s surprised and confused as you’re the last person she expected to come knocking at 1AM.

• “i want to… erm, i’d like to buy a…weed.” you try and sound confident but you shrink down when she chuckles, stepping aside and letting you into her room. “i got plenty of those.” she replies as she pulls out a metal box and you don’t quite catch that she’s slightly making fun of your naively worded request.

• she lets you fish through all the pungent baggies with labels you don’t understand on them before you’re looking up at her with doe eyes and a shrug. “i don’t really know what i’m looking for here.” you admit defeatedly.

• “you never smoked before? like not even at a party or anything?” she doesn’t sound judgemental, more curious and you feel more comfortable to be truthful.

• “no, never. just struggling to sleep and i think it might help me.” you respond earnestly and she thinks for a moment, seeming to analyse you before taking the metal box and closing it, storing it away.

• “i don’t usually sell to beginners. they don’t know what they’re doing and then they go away and smoke more than they can handle and then come freaking out at my door saying i laced them or some shit, which i obviously did not. but… i dunno, you’re always nice to me when i see you, and plus i know what it’s like to not be able to sleep. so, i’m gonna help you out.” she ranted, digging through another one of her drawers before she stood back up, holding a smaller tin.

• “thank you, ellie. you’re a lifesaver. what is that?” you ask shyly with your eyes on the tin. she pries it open and nods towards her bed. “sit down.” she offers in a softer voice and you do, watching as she gathers her equipment. “it’s my personal stash. the good stuff, you know. you don’t smoke pretty girls out with the cheap shit i sell.” she chuckled like it was obvious, continuing to set up her little rolling station at her desk, perching on her chair. you flushed all over at her calling you pretty and smiled.

• she talks you through how to roll and prepare the blunt, and you’re trying to listen — you really are. but you’re both finding it hard to concentrate when she’s that hot and explaining things to you, and you’re showing her how good of a listener you can be by responding with small dreamy “mhm”’s to her instructions. you swing your legs as you stare at her, her fingers continuing to do the last bit of rolling and twisting of the pink rolling paper she let you select.

• “now the boring parts out the way…” she smiled as she stood up, flopping down on the bed next to you and pulling her lighter out her pocket before setting them down on the bed between you and shuffling out of her jacket. you felt your body heat up and the close proximity and you kicked off your slippers, crossing your legs and facing her.

• she placed the joint carefully between your lips, eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes as if for permission before lighting it. “now inhale and you’re gonna hold it for a few seconds, alright?” her voice was calm and quiet and it eased your nerves slightly as you did what she said.

• she let you take a few more hits commending you with a “see? you’re a natural.” before taking her turn, inhaling with more confidence as she relaxed back against the wall beside her bed.

• the two of you get talking as you smoked, and you clicked instantly, talking about her day and then talking about yours and laughing together. you almost forgot what you were doing, as after a while it became second nature.

• the fogginess started to hit you as she was talking and you began giggling, eyes now pink and watering as you observed how pretty she was as she spoke. she trailed off, taking a drag of the blunt and you moved closer to her on the bed.

• “your freckles look like little stars.” you tried to widen your eyes so you could see more and she chuckled, tilting her her slightly to catch your eye.

• “you good? it’s hitting you huh?” her voice was laced with amusement as you bit your lip and nodded with an innocent grin. “does it feel good?” she asked, in reference to the high but the question made your eyes flutter anyways. “mhm.”

• the good feeling lasted for what felt like forever, but when she made you laugh at a stupid joke a little too hard you found that your heartbeat sped up just a little bit too much. you tried to play it cool, taking a deep breath as you flattened your back against the wall, staring at her bedsheets.

• she moved her head slightly, trying to catch your eye. “you in there?” she cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder.

• “yeah. m’okay just... focusing on breathing.” you breathe out, a little whiny and trying not to panic. ellie barely reacts, reaching under her bed and pulling out a water bottle from a multipack, opening it for you and handing it to you lidless. “you’re alright, just smoked a little more than you can take for now. just relax, ‘kay?”

• she pulled her laptop up and put some kind of animated comedy on the screen to distract you, and somehow you ended up with your head resting in her lap as the two of you watched, ellie smoking another to herself. you relaxed yourself, and the high felt good again. you rolled over to look up at her, watching her smoke as her beautiful features were lit up by the glow of the screen. her eyes were pink and glossy now too and the room was smokey. you noticed the sock over the smoke alarm on the ceiling just past her head in your eyeline and giggled, attracting her attention.

• “what you looking at?” she smiled down at you and you shrugged it off, instead choosing to play with the drawstrings on her hoodie.

• “how much?” you asked sweetly. “before i forget.”

• “how much what?” she stroked your hair back.

• “how much do i owe you for this premium experience.” you giggled. “can see why so many people buy from you now. y’must be popular with the ladies.”

• she chuckled, but in a modest and almost nervous way as she leant back more against the wall— taking the moment to really look at you as you stared back. the weed induced haze gave you the confidence to hold her gaze without looking away.

• “i guess a beginner wouldn’t know that pretty girls smoke for free.” she smirked and you bit your lip in girlish excitement at her calling you pretty again. “especially pretty girls that are extra pretty when they’re all giggly and smoked out with big pretty pink eyes.” her voice was smooth and your heart fluttered again, but in a good way this time.

• “i suppose you should be paying me then.” you joked quietly and she laughed, nodding. you sat up slowly, eye contact not breaking once and your faces close.

• “so… do you let all your beginners lay in your lap and smoke with you?” your eyes danced between hers and her eyes were heavy lidded, lazily staring at your lips before blinking up at your eyes, stubbing out the last of the roach into the ashtray.

• “first time for everything. figured i’d try it out on the cute girl i see around campus that i was too much of a pussy to talk to.” her voice was quiet, almost lusty and you licked your lips.

• “me?” you breathed out sweetly and she smiled again.

• “clever girl.” she praised, pulling you in to meet her lips.

i don’t rlly like this but hey ho i can’t be bothered to write it again :))))

#ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams prompt #modern!ellie williams #ellie williams au #dealer!ellie

[enbesbians]

‘PHEROMONE FLOWER’

perverted! abby x dom bottom! reader

cw: abby is extremely perverted so beware, bed humping, panty sniffing, scent kink, face riding (r! receiving), asphyxiation if you squint, creep! abby, manipulative! reader, mentions of masturbating to the sound of you

MINORS DNI

summary: it started off as a harmless crush, admiring how cute you looked, thinking the clothes you wore looked compliments on your figure and adoring the way you smiled - it made her heart warm. it led onto wanting to be the guys you had interest in, then obsessing over the fact that you just smelt so goddamn good. she knew this was wrong but her body needed you.

a/n: i apologize if this was a bit too perverted... i had a quick thought of what abby would be into and i kind of had the idea that she'd have a major scent kink (from her love of smelling like pine...) this is heavily inspired by one of my favorite reddit audio creators, juilenbadlands!! i do hope that you find some type of enjoyment while reading... again, this is not proofread.

this is a repost and i copied it all from a screenshot so if it looks ‘weird’ (and you might see what i mean), i apologize.

abby picked on the littlest things. if anything was out of order, she'd loathe at it's misplacement. it could be the bathroom light being on after someone came out of it, or the droplets of a water falling from the faucet that hadn't been turned all the way off— the smallest of things would upset her and it would make her even more mad knowing that all that anger was unwarranted. she'd think she was just being overdramatic, grumbling at the fact that the fridge hadn't been closed all the way or if the front door wasn't locked. she didn't want to be that way, but she couldn't help herself. she was usually very calm and self put but this was the last straw.

the laundry had been mixed again. it's happened a few times before and with two other roommates, one being you, it was prone for something like this to happen. with your shirts being lodged in the bottom of her basket or maybe a few of your socks, or the other roommates scarfs that she'd oddly collect. each time it did happen, one piece of her own clothing would be missing— whether it be her own shirt or sock, the pair that once was, now rests at one. it was obvious that the stuff that was fondled within her fabric was not hers. she had nothing but muscle tees, big shirts and pants with hundreds of pockets on the sides of it's leg, not panties with yellow printed flowers.

its funny, the personality someone has just from their underwear. abby loved her boxer briefs, they were comfortable and soft. she'd fold them and have them neatly placed in her dresser just so she can pick one that felt right for the day. the first time she had owned a pair was when she used her birthday money, going down the maple road of her neighborhood to buy a six pack of men's underwear and blue raspberry flavored bubblegum. she felt elated- anything deemed as masculine in the form of clothes made life easier for her to walk in.

the thing is, abby has grown up with you both- the roommate and you. being a trio since ten has granted you some gifts within life that would forever be etched into her memory. it was euphoric, having someone like you both in her life as she'd go through the horrid times of puberty. it was like you were her safety blanket, a person she could hide behind if anything got too out of touch for her liking.

abby was a kind soul, people often called her gullible-the sight in her view painting sublime as she had been laced with innocence, believing that the sun would always shine and never fall. she didn't think that the person she is now would be the complete opposite, pessimistic, overindulgent, vulgar and with an enormous sex drive. something within her changed, her warped outlook on what seemed to be now in an uncertain zeal.

one thing that she didn't expect that would be the biggest downfall that gave her shame as well as pleasure is that she couldn't stop sniffing your panties.

she'd often watch you— see how you chatted and made yourself so pretty and composed for any guy you ended up having a crush on. the giggles you'd give when they gave you any type of attention like giving you a smile or asking for a pencil. it hadn't been until this one specific guy you had a crush on became the main topic in almost every conversation that made her realize that a crush was in the process. the way your friend group tried so hard to make you and him a thing, placing down chest pieces, aiding moves to make you and him as one. abby was in on it too, of course, but only at the sidelines.

she'd noticed how oblivious he was. when you tried to ask him out for lunch or get any time to just have some one on one conversation. he just didn't fucking get it. it annoyed her... she wondered why a guy like him wasn't noticing a girl like you and your advances. if she was able to swap bodies with the guy, she'd steal you in a heartbeat- just from the first advance, she'd take her chance and make you feel content and not feel like you had been chasing tirelessly for a guy that barely paid you much attention.

each time you tried, batting your eyelashes or swishing your hips while wearing a skirt you had bought with the money you had in your piggy bank, abby found herself admiring you as if she were him. she noticed that she liked the color of your eyes and how they sparkled when the sunlight hit it just right. or the way your thighs looked whenever you wore a dress. it was harmless of course, nothing shameful in finding a friend attractive. but it wasn't until the night of a friend gathering where she had come to her senses that she didn't just have an attraction towards you... she wanted you.

at the age of eighteen as you all hold onto plastic red cups off illegally bought beer, sitting in a circle around a campfire, abby sat beside you- with her dark flannel and ocean colored jeans- eyeing you as you tried so desperately to not let the wind make your skirt fly up. a little game of truth or dare was orchestrated by some guy- he was an asshole and only played it just to get a quick fuck from one of the girls. it started tame, if you could call it that, guys asking other guys to do stupid stuff like eat dirt or run around with their shirt off. then it slowly gone sexual like give said person a lap dance or suck another's tongue.

the question had been turned to you, giggling cutely as you've always done- the clear gloss on your lip with the shining rays of the sun gleaming against it. it had been asked to kiss the guy you found most attractive and it had been him. the one you had sought out for for the longest time. abby could feel jealousy arise in her, clenching on the cup, almost breaking the plastic with her fingernails as she watched you. it wasn't just a peck of the lips, you indulged him fully, taking his lips and sucking in the bottom of his lip like he had been the only source to your hunger.

abby wished that could've been her. her eyes hadn't left from where your lips had connected, feeling the familiar wet patch dampen her boxer briefs, seeing your hand slide so delicately beside his cheek. her attraction only deepened from that moment, realizing what your mouth could do and what you opted to be a kiss— which was really a heated makeout session.

through the years of all three of you being friends, the hunger that lies within abby festered into something much greater than she'd like to admit. she daydreamed about you— she remembered the way your lips moved when you spoke and when you kissed him. she remembered the little quirks you had that you hated and she loved. each waking second, she found a sensation in watching you be the woman you were. the silly little slumber parties that you'd all dress up and try on the shittiest makeup you could ever find in your mom's makeup pouch, and when it was time to sleep, how you flung yourself to lay on her.

it wasn't until the day after graduation when all three of you went to different colleges. she felt like she was able to breathe knowing that you wouldn't be around. abby dabbled in her sexuality, learning the pros and cons behind being inexperienced during sex and coming to terms that men just wasn't something she desired. she had been in numerous relationships, thinking that the thought of you and the image of you would finally pass and for those good five years of being away, she truly thought the obsession she had struggled with had finally led itself to rest.

but it didn't.

the three of you made a decision of living together once you all finished school— the feeling of dread obliterating your mind as all the reminiscent memories and emotions puddled back to her. she couldn't say no, she didn't want to live with her parents again, she wanted to be her own person and live with people she cared about.

the day of the move, she had seen you. the honeyed look of your eyes as you smiled so gleefully at the fact that you hadn't seen her in such a long time. she had gotten muscular, bigger than she had ever been, with arms bulging in the muscle top she had worn. you hugged her and she felt her whole body wither in arousal. she immediately remembered the obsessiveness she had once had and came to terms that it truly never left her.

the days of you living in the same abode had given her nothing but whiplash— you walking around in those pajama shorts as if you hadn't realized how good your ass looked in them and the way she stared so feverishly. surprisingly so, abby was quick with her glances and you still thought of her as the same shy, quiet and innocent girl who had hid behind you when needed be.

the first few times of mixed laundry was the worst and knowing that some of her favorite articles of clothing had been missing or even in you or your friends dressers by mistake was something she couldn't let go at the price of her anger.

and yet, the cloth of your underwear was now in her hands, her thumb running across the seems of the elastic lace, and flowers that ran all over. not only was it obvious that these pair of underwear wasn't hers, it was the scent that alluded her to smell them in the first place. they were clean of course, but you had this aroma that would sink into every one of your clothes. each hug you'd give abby, she'd sneak and inhale the sweetness your body gave off.

it was embarrassing, how she was so driven off the smell of you. she could remember the day you started to care more about your image, sitting beside her with your adoring smile. you'd put golden star stickers on the sides of your binder and draw hearts over your i's and j's. you'd scribble with your sparkle gel pens and drink from your insulated cup. she thought you were silly and overcompensated for something as simple as history notes, but she unconsciously found it cute, enjoying the randomly placed strawberry stickers she'd find on her worksheets.

in the first few days of her developing a crush, it had been one time where she had a quick whiff of your shampoo, something similar to ocean breeze and the perfume you were, sweet like sugar plums. each day, she made sure to give you hugs just for that reason, it was her excuse that she chose not to accept and let it build in her desire.

her mind swam with a million thoughts with most being shameful indulgences. she already liked the lotion, perfume and shampoo you had on, but what was your natural scent? was it just as good as how you already smelt? there was only one option and she knew it wasn't the right one.

turning to her left and then to her right, she made sure she was alone. her fingers twitched as she hesitantly lifted the cloth towards her face, burying her nose in it's crotch, eyes flickering shut and taking in the warmth that embedded itself in your panties. a long inhale and hallowing lungs, she could feel herself get dizzy from you. she felt a high she hadn't ever felt before. the erotic nature of your scent made her feel like this had been her first time getting turned on— and the shame of this action made it worse but strangely erotic.

she imagined the way they'd look on you, the elastic hugging your waist and how your clit would prettily poke from its cloth. she thought about how you'd get aroused, the light patch of wetness dampening it- and once you pulled them down, how your slick would connect from it's cloth to your slit.

another deep inhale. she took you into her, the entirety of her airway enveloped by you, blocking any other scent that filled the shared apartment. the feeling of arousal crept up and feathered down her back, wrapping around her clit as it began to swell.

"oh my god.." she breathed, moaning out not able to understand how someone could smell this good. "the smell." she wanted to touch herself, run her hands all over her body and let the enjoyment of this shameful bliss grant her growing pleasure.

she took one last inhale, the rush of her eagerness came crashing down as nothing in her mind that seemed logical began to flood through. removing it from her face, she looked at it, seeing the indentation of her nose within its fabric, already missing the feeling of it rubbing against her skin.

she stared, zoning out, realizing what she had just done. the obsession never went away, it only grew into something so psychotic and so perverted. how does one go from liking the spritz of your perfume to natural aroma of your panties?

‘you can't find out’ she mumbled to herself. there's no way she'd let you know that she had done something so vulgar, so impulsive as smell your panties. she stuffed it in her pocket, making sure it wouldn't fall out if it could even with how deep her pockets usually were. she continued to sort the laundry, thinking and regretting.

that was the start of it all. the need to feed off of your aroma was something she couldn't tame. whenever you were off at work and your other roommate had went off to run errands, she'd sneak into your room, finding a pair of your panties that she could lose herself in, drinking in each hitch of breath as she could feel herself falling into the abyss.

the scent of your pussy was like magic, like all those fantasies of her fucking you and how the air would smell gave her something she'd be able to touch and keep in the back of her mind. laying in her bed, legs spread as she vigorously rubbed her clit, panties pressed up against her nose, cumming over and over again until she felt like the scent had lost within her air waves. her fingers would prod into her cunt, the walls within clenching onto them, humping down and fucking herself onto them like it had been your own fingers.

there would be times where she'd hear you in your bedroom— fucking a man who had pounded you

deeply into the mattress. she tried to put in

headphones thinking it would be indecent if she heard

something as vulnerable as your moans, hearing you cry on how good it was feeling. she noticed that you didn't like it when your partners fucked you slow, you liked it when they used you like a slut, imagining how you'd bounce on them like a primal animal.

she couldn't take the tune of the song she tried so desperately to distract herself with, and so shelistened. the headboard of the bed banging against the wall as you wail in pleasure, asking them to keep fucking you and not to stop. she wanted to be him... she wanted to fuck you so badly.

and so she'd wait. through the shared shower you and your partner had after the sexual engagement, she went in your room.

"what the fuck am i doing...?" she whispered to herself. her mind and body not linking together in what was the most sane thing she could°ve done which was stay in her room. instead she laid in your bed, smelling the

scent of sex that had interlocked itself in your sheet, getting an even greater sense of what you smelled like when you were turned on.

you smelt so fucking good. she already felt her clit swell with excitement, her underwear soiling itself as her nose lodged itself in the sheets of your bed. she just laid their, inhaling it, letting it eat her away and satisfy her perverted torment.

her body slid off the bed, with one leg still draped on it as the other kneeled on the floor. her fingers clutching onto the sheets as she mindlessly moved her hips against the mattress. she could feel the friction run and strike her clit with the greed of what she wished she could have.

the movement of her hips quickened— staggered and inconsistent, rutting against the sex scented bed while she let her clit pleasure itself onto your bed. she could hear how wet she was, she could even hear the moans that once were bouncing of the walls of your bedroom, fucking herself to oblivion as she mindlessly humps to thought of you getting fucked deeply.

"fuck... god... why am i doing this?" she mouthed, eyes rolling back at the satisfaction this action was giving her. it was so dirty, so grotesque, so riveting, so embarrassing. i wanna fuck you... holy fuck i wanna fuck you... please... please let me fuck you you." she mumbled, feeling herself needing to cum desperately.

it wasn't until the sound of the shower had gone silent when she scurried out of your bedroom and tried to seem as if she had just been watching tv on the couch. it took awhile, but then she saw you walk in. you were glowing so brightly- ocean breeze now filling her airway again as you walk over towards the kitchen.

'god im such a pervert’ she sighed to herself, the familiar feeling of regret washing over her and hitting her like a truck.

it was as if she couldn't stop. at each inhale, she needed more. anything and everything that has your fragrance on it, she needed to indulge. there was a handful of times where she'd lodge your pillow in between her legs, riding it slowly, moaning your name gently, enjoying the idea that her own scent would be on your pillow— but she couldn't allow that. any time she rutted against your bed and pillow, she'd wash it. you hadn't found anything odd about it since abby was usually the one who washed everyone's things when it was wash day. so everything went according to plan as she continued to discreetly fall into her obsession.

she ended up keeping some pairs of your panties and hid them in her own clothes, hearing the confused comments of where they could've possibly went. you didn't know that the culprit had been your childhood friend, your roommate. abby anderson.

she tried to get a relationship again, or even a fling where she could possibly get something other than the aromatic taste of your ravenous essence. she'd fuck them good and hard— her frustration burning at the form of her hips as she relentlessly gave them what she would've given you. her strap deep inside them, with their legs curled over her shoulders, letting the angle of her pounds be in direct contact of their sweet spot.

even through the action of lust with another, she couldn't get you out. it was like she had been trapped. what kind of spell did you have on her? the angry eroticism that filled through every encounter she had made her sexual partners feel as if they received the best strap down of their lives. the way she'd bury her face in their pussy and ate them, devouring every hole and every slick their cunt leaked.

it still didn't fill that void.

when she'd heard you touching yourself beyond the wall, she do the same and somehow that gave her an even greater orgasm than she had with any other girl she tried to forget those thoughts with.

the way you sung and the buzz of your toy— she imagined it pressed up against your clit, the flesh of it rumbling so prettily as you tried to reach the ultimate bliss. her body would contort and shrivel in the immense thrum of delectation.

"cum with me." she'd moan to herself as she heard you through the connecting wall, "cum with me please...”

for the last time, she wanted to savor the piquant taste of what you had engraved in your panties. she needed to let this die out even if her mind, body and spirit wouldn't allow her to. she needed to take this one time and finally let go of her filthy salacious thoughts, her perverted dream. she knew she had no chance. after years and years of wanting to be something with you, wanting to run her lips against your skin and take you in with the urgency to devour your whole being.

thing is, she didn’t hear you come home. you were let off work early and you hummed at the fact that you’d be able to relax since you were off the next day. the simplicity of hearing your keys unlock the front door gave you the upmost joy knowing that you were allowed to be lazy in the warmth of your home.

you didn’t know anyone would be here. you didn’t know abby would be sitting in your bed, hands sliding into her underwear and rubbing her clit fast just to get off this one last time just as she promised herself.

odd sounds came from beyond your bedroom door, unsure of what it could be since abby and your other roommate supposedly— by your own self awareness— never came in. the door had opened, and to your surprise, you found her, captivated by her own dirty conviction, smelling your panties like some type of animal. all you did was stand there, watching how her wrist turned and her the imprint of her fingers collided with her boxer briefs while she had then stuff inside of her cunt.

it would be a lie if the confusion you felt was also intertwined with arousal. the beating of your heart paced faster than you ever thought it could. your childhood friend was sniffing your panties and you didn’t know what to do.

as her eyes slowly opened, she swore her life felt like it had ended. the grasp of the door handle was tight, and the glow of the sun that fell behind you was bright-the darkness of the room only showing a shame filled abby that had ripped her hand from her cunt.

"look!" she exclaimed, throwing the panties behind her,

"i…..im sorry. i know this looks weird but i promise it's not what it looks like... i just... i uh!" she couldn't think of one excuse that could take the spotlight off of her.

she couldn't tell what expression that drew on your face but no matter what it was, the embarrassment of what could've been avoided consumed her.

in all honest, even if you hadn't went out as strong as abby did, there was a lace of attraction you had for her. growing up, she always had this tall and strong stature about herself even though back the she lacked a lot more muscle than she did now. each year, abby grew and her body formed into the goddess build that she had today. the day you all reconnected, you saw the way her body had came to be. the way she looked bigger and stronger than any man you had been with, with an expression that looked as though she could lead an army, there was an enticed curiosity of what was underneath the layers of abby anderson.

you heard when she'd play with herself and you respected her enough to let her know that you hadn't noticed, no matter how quiet she tried to be but you definitely heard her when she would fuck women— her moans were hunger filled grunts and groans like she had been so angered by how good she was feeling that she had to relentlessly use her partners like sex toys.

as you did, you wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked that hard, you asked your partners to do the same, mirroring what you thought abby would do, hammering your cunt with their cock, feeling your insides flutter in a pleasure you didn't think existed before your knowledge of how abby used her own hips.

you didn't go as far as smelling her clothes, hump her bed or anything she probably had done that you didn't know, but yet and still, there was that slight curiosity.

"abby..?" you stood, frequently swallowing the drying spit you left on your tongue. "wha...what the fuck are you doing?" you added, taking one step in, feeling the heat of her body swell amongst your bedroom. you couldn't come to terms that you had self consciously found yourself growing wet at the image.

she sat in her normal man spreading pose, seeing her light briefs painted with a dark patch of her arousal that led to her clit. veins drawing up the sides of her arms and scattered on her big... enticing hands.

"nothing... i…" her lips ajar, frantically looking around as she looked at the inanimate objects that were placed randomly in your room. her shoulders dropped, her braid sliding over her shoulders as she gave up in trying to save face for her perverted intentions. “i was.. sniffing your..." she mumbled, it almost coming out inaudible.

biting on the skin of your lip, you felt the pain of your heart erupt as it pounded at your ribcage, your feet walking without much thought as you continued your stroll until you were met up with her up close- her worrisome eyes wavering thinking that you'd slap her or scream at her. and in some ways, she wanted that. she felt like she deserved to feel like the disgusting girl that she was and came to be. she welcomed it.

any form of engagement was enough to satisfy her even if it were to be nothing but pure anger coming from you. “if you need to hit me... do it... what i did was wrong... it's pathetic... im a pervert... i..”

"shut up." you spat, not knowing if you wanted to be angry or turned on. her lips pressed together almost immediately, her eyes at her legs, not wanting to face someone as beautiful as you and witness the betrayal in your expression.

you grabbed her face in your hand, her eyebrows waved in a solemn state. with your jaw clenching, you looked at her. oh how stupid her pretty face looked when ashamed. the bottom of her lip jutted out in a pout and her body rose as she hitched each breath she took.

the feeling of your fingers were electrifying, like she'd cum in an instant only from that simple touch and color in your eyes. she tried so hard to not let her eyes wonder but she couldn't help as they trailed down your body to look at the shape of your breast in your fitted shirt. noticing this, you yank her head up, making her look at you again— what a fucking pervert, you thought.

"you're disgusting." you told her, your tone turning into a taunt as you started to enjoy the fact that her submission- the girl that fucked women so roughly-was in the palm of your hands. "pathetic. perverted. nasty. that's what you are abby... just a filthy pervert."

she nodded her head, humming in acknowledgment, “i know...”

out of all the things abby thought of, she could never prepare herself for you pushing her back onto your bed, her back bouncing against the mattress. a quiet gasp exited from her lips as you sat yourself on her lap, holding her wrists and placing them above her hands.

"you're into me that much... you're in my bed, sniffing my underwear... so idiotic." you laughed.

"wait." she breathed, a glimmer of enjoyment coming from the dominance you placed between you both and how you pinned her down underneath you.

"shut your fucking mouth. im talking." and she nodded. what a good girl.

the corner of your lips tugged in a smirk, noticing the effect you have on her. no parter you've had went out their way to do something as belittling as smell her underwear. if only you knew the many things she has done with the thought of you, with all her wants and desires in the bundle of her aching clit, it'd be safe to say that it was hot that she was willing to do all that and try so desperately not to get caught.

"since you're here, sniffing my underwear like a rabid animal.." you led on, your face inches from her, voice now soaking in sultry warmth, "im gonna ride your fucking face and i want you to show me what you do when im not around"

after all these years, torturing herself, swallowing down the need to pursue you, it all was given to her in this moment. she thought she was hallucinating- that it was her guilt imagining the entire thing, thinking your body was nearly a haze and that you had still been at work. all she did was lie there, dumbfounded at the words you spoke, itching to know your next moment, the next breath of words you'd speak. anything you'd do, she accept in a heartbeat.

slipping out from your pants, your huddled your way to hover her face, your panties showing the wet spot that abby had made by her filth. with no warning, you planted yourself down, feeling the form of her lips and nose prod against your clothed pussy.

abby laid their limp, feeling as if she'd suffocate, not by you sitting on her face but the daze in which she couldn't grasp at the shock her body was going through. she admired the way you looked, so sexy in just your panties, the way your clit poked against it- it was just like she had envisioned- and how it felt as it placed itself on her face. she latched on with her lips, sucking through the fabric frenetically, humming pure delight at the scent she encapsulated. her tongue ran along your clothed slit, letting it bury in its floods, feeling the warmth heat her face.

rocking your hips back and forth, you could feel your heat rise up from within your body, hands still grasping onto her wrists. something about this was different— it was passionate, sharing a moment with a person you trusted throughout the years and now engaged, enabling her impulsivity. it felt good, it felt wrong, but your hips couldn’t stop.

“god you’re such a dirty girl abby…” falling in love with the way you held so much power over her. still this wasn’t enough as good as it felt, you wanted to know what her tongue could really do. momentarily, you rise, taking your panties off to see yourself dripping down from your entrance.

“oh my god…” she breathed, “oh my god… oh my god, oh my fucking god. yes…”

lowering yourself once again, her head lifted before you could even fully sit on her face, lips latching on and inhaling your pussy into her mouth. your eyes rolled back, your body trembling loosely. the way she moved her tongue was better than any man that had given you head— she wasn’t careful, she was direct. she knew the weak spots that could make a girl cum in an instant, using her entire face to stimulate you. moans filled abby’s ears, heightening in volume as your hips snapped, fucking her face, feeling the curve in her nose hit the base of your clit.

"your voice is turning me on so much" she whimpered, her mouth full of you.

her face was buried deeply into your cavern, her salvia adding to the mess your slick had already made. she slurped at the skin, your vulva fluttering in and out from her lips, leaving damp kisses at the bud of your clit. the sounds eliciting from her lips were absolutely disgusting and delicious, the tepidity soaring from both of your bodies-abby's underwear absolutely drenched and aching to be touched yet the high from devouring you fulfilled her to the max and she wanted so much more, she needed to bathe in it, feast on it. abby licked a sloppy thick stripe, letting her tongue reach any place the position would let her in. "god you smell so good... you taste... so fucking good." she breathed out heavily- her wet pink lips rotating around your clit, jaw jittering as she tried to study herself towards your orgasm.

you lost as her muscle swam against your slit, tongue plunging in your opening which made you sing a series of uncontrollable moans. your fingers curling into her golden blonde locks-loving the feeling. she wanted you to tug at it, show her how good she's making you feel by your actions, ride her face like she's perverted scum is. she could feel the tingle wash from down her scalp and spine, making her groan deeply against your cunt, feeling it almost itch her own throat. raising her hand over your thigh, she rests it above your clit, pressing the bottom of your stomach- letting them create small indentions in your skin- while placing her thumb down on it's bud, rolling its skin up as she sucked hungrily, flickering her tongue at its exposure.

you squirmed, seeing how pathetic she looked looked as she tried to get you there. her body humping into the nothingness of air, needing for some type of friction. "fuck... oh fuck." she whined.

your thighs clamped her head, feeling the pressure pound in a glorious headache. “you need two breathe?" you joked drunkly, the sound of the bed creaking from the nonstop movement. abby could care less about needing to breath, she wanted to bask in this as long as you'd let her.

as much as you wanted to hold it, you couldn't, your body was in too much of a rush to even control itself. it kept moving, rutting on her face as abby felt herself needing to breathe.

“im gonna cum.." you announced, looking down to her barely visible face, her eyes directed right at you while she watched every movement your face made. the contact made your high arrive faster than you comprehended, letting out a moan louder than you ever let out, your high shooting through every part of your body.

clenching your eyes tight, you held your breath, body jolting forward as your high took over, calming yourself down as it started to subside. "holy fuck.." you sighed, coming to your senses as you lifted your leg from her face, sitting beside her to see her face covered in your cum and slick. she looked content, breathing in as much air as she could, still smelling the scent fill her lungs.

"wow…" she whispered, not able to get over the fact that you just rode her face. she stared at the ceiling, thinking that she had seen the gates of heaven.

"and just for that.." you spoke trying to catch your breath, "you don't get to cum. get out of my room." you demanded, her body turning towards you, showing a puzzled look.

“but..”

"oh abby... you've been such a bad girl. why would i let you cum? if you be a good girl, maybe one day, id let you fuck me." you cooed, biting down on your lip as you watch a thousand expressions form into one on her face. "now get out."

getting up from your bed, she looked confused but pleased at the fact that she just has a face full of your pussy. running her tongue over her lips, she wanted to savor the mess you had left, her finger gliding against her chin to gather the dripping slick. with one last turn, she looked at you, a devious glow brightening your face.

now you understand what you meant to abby. you understood how you'd control this goddess of a woman. you needed time to think this through, debating whether you should let this be the first and last time or make her your pleasure doll. nonetheless, she left, and you laid on your back, still feeling the throbs of your vibrating clit.

"goddamn." you breathed, "she really knows how to eat pussy…”

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #abby tlou #abby anderson #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson the last of us #abby the last of us #abby x masc!reader #abby x y/n #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #abby x you #abby smut #abby x reader #abby #abby x black reader #the last of us abby

[dearmura]

HERE'S ME ASKING!! ok have u though abt bf!riki x reader where they are buying stuff at the supermarket and it ends up in ✨️ chaos ✨️

"no riki omg this soap is literally the best!!"

"ew it smells like trash, we're buying this one!!"

"pls i hate u"

just something rlly fluffy/crack <3

behave

☆ cw. some cursing, they bicker/threaten each other A LOT, period jokes, reader is referred to using she/her pronouns, not proofread

☆ pairings. bf! riki × fem! reader

☆ genre. fluff, crack, established relationship

☆ author's note: sort of a drabble ig???

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

with a ring of the bell just above the door, you sigh to yourself, hearing feet shuffle just behind you. swiftly turning around before you fully enter the store, you give the boy a stern look

"ki, I swear to God, if you don't behave yourself I'll literally force you into that child compartment at the front of the shopping cart. don't, I repeat DON'T, try anything" you warn, pointing an accusing finger at the boy who only gives you a feigned innocent expression you see right through. someone on the outside looking in would think your attitude towards the boy would only resemble a mom scolding her son when you were in fact his girlfriend who desperately wanted to shop without being publicly embarrassed by the boy's shenanigans

slumping his shoulders in defeat, the boy nods solelmy, paralleling a child after being scolded. sticking to your side like a wad of gum, you two continue on your merry way. though, knowing the boy, you knew this promise would be broken within 5 minutes tops. you even consider timing it but decide against it, knowing it would only encourage the boy further

"oooo angel angel, look at how big this watermelon is" he points with wide eyes like a child on Christmas morning, giving you an expectant look which you only laugh at

"ya, ki, if you put salt on that watermelon I'm actually disowning you" you tease as he places it in the cart, only resulting in him blowing a raspberry in your direction. you playfully hit his shoulder, and he dramatically gasps, falling onto the floor like he was in a telenovela

"riki, I swear to God, get up from there! you're already embarrassing us" you whisper shout, hiding your amusement at his pure stupidity

he fakes a cry, holding the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically as he takes little peeks to see if you're still looking, making you roll your eyes

"how could you. your boyfriend is dying here and you call me an embarrassment" he scolds, gasping dramatically once more, sticking out his tongue to fake his death. pointing to the shelves right above him, you almost burst into a fit of laughter at what you see, a whole section filled to the absolutely brim with kuromi bandaids along with other sanrio characters. sighing in feigned annoyance, you grab a box, successfully 'healing' the boy enough to bring him back up to his feet

"you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"and you haven't broken up with me yet. who's the real dummy now?" he states innocently, blowing a kiss in your direction before scanning the aisles once more, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded

✧

"ooo ki smell this soap, it's so good" you take a whiff with a sigh, in heaven by the soothing smell. the boy approaches you and takes a sniff of his own only to fake a gag

"that smells like ass" he says plugging his nose, swatting the air with a grimace dramatically, making you roll your eyes

"how would you know what that smells like" you retort, making him click his tongue at your attitude. you only wink and blow him a kiss just as he did you. you knew he secretly found your attitude insanely attractive so you only smile to yourself when you see him go silent

the boy was wrapped around your finger and he knew it

✧

"oh my gosh!! look look! it's a little coffee filter for dolls!! how cute~" he coos at a package of bright pink "coffee filters." when you finally approach him and see what he's referring to, you laugh, caressing the boy's cheek as you place a gentle kiss on his lips at his pure innocence

"oh my sweet, pretty boy those are menstrual cups" you coo at him like a child, throwing your head back in amusement when his smile drops and eyes widen at your words, a blush creeping up on his cheeks from embarrassment

"y-you mean that you put that up your..." he pauses in pure shock, looking like he's seen a ghost, only making you laugh more. dramatically holding you in fear, he takes your hand to cover his eyes, terrified of the feminine products before him. about to take one to restock for yourself, he holds your arm back, shaking his head quickly

"would you like me to bleed all over our bed next month" you say with a smile way too sweet for your words. suddenly switching up at your words, he searches the aisle

"do you prefer pads, tampons, cups..." he asks with a scared smile

✧

grocery list in hand, you scan the shelves searching for items as you check off ones already in the cart. switching places with the boy so you could actually get stuff done, he was now in charge of rolling the cart (essentially just sitting there and looking pretty cuz he wasn't gonna help anyways)

you knew immediately he would take advantage of the power, which he did. walking peacefully, trying to go about your day, you feel a sudden pain in your calf, making you hiss in pain. looking back at the culprit, you see a smiley riki holding the cart innocently as if he didn't just ram the cart into your leg

scoffing, you slip your sandal off of your foot and hold it up in the air before you start walking toward the boy

"you're really gonna get it now, nishimura"

he was lucky you loved him

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha x reader #enha imagines #ni ki

[silvermarley]

Mafia boss!Tanjiro x reader? Smut please Sorrrrry- if you don't want to do it, you can just make a tanjiro smut headcanon Sorry, I'm super awkward with this kind of stuff :3

Of course! I hope you like it :)) I kinda did a lot sorry 👩‍🦯

Mafia Boss

Tanjiro x F!reader

Warnings: kinda yan!tan, semi public sex, aged up!tanjiro, you guys are married, degrading, daddy kink, fingering, the whole mafia part is bad don’t mind it 😭

A/N: you’re also wearing a skirt-

Being a mafia boss’ wife wasn’t all too easy. From always watching your back, to people hitting on you on a constant basis.

But you loved the thrill of it, and you loved Tanjiro.

He would always buy you beautiful jewelry, clothing, you name it.

He would also have people secretly watch over you and protect you. They would report their findings to him if anything happened.

Tanjiro was no innocent man. He sent people out to kill and steal, all behind the scenes.

His office, on the highest floor of his building, was filled to the brim with expensive items. Even his chair.

He spends most of his day there.

As of right now, he was working on some deal with people only he knows.

He was, until one of his agents knocked on the door with the secret code only him and his lackeys knew.

You never needed a secret knock, as he would know before you even got there that you were coming.

“Enter.” He says, not looking up from his papers.

“Sir, a unidentified man is trying to make moves on Miss Y/N, what do you want my team to do?” The agent asked. It was one of the men that was tasked with protecting you for the day.

“Kill him. Not in front of her though, she doesn’t like to see it. You know what to do once he’s dead.” He shoos him away.

“Yes, sir.” The agent bows, before repeating Tanjiro’s instructions to his team through a headset.

Jealousy, or rather anger, flowed through him. You were his. How dare some low life try and take you from him.

Maybe you needed a reminder you are his? Yeah, he thinks you do.

After a little bit, he called for another agent, to which another responded swiftly.

“What do you need, sir?”

“Bring Y/N to me.”

They nod, before leaving the room just as fast as the other did.

You were visited by the agent as you were walking home.

“Miss Y/N, the boss wants you to go to his office. Please come with me.”

“Ah, alright.”

He walked with you. He didn’t talk, so you decided to strike up a conversation until you got to your husband’s building.

Once you got to the door of his room, the agent bowed and then left.

Why would he call you so suddenly? Did something happen?

You opened the door to see him staring back at you, his head laying on his hand.

“Come in and lock the door.”

You did just that.

“What’s wrong darling?” You asked, unsure of why he looks frustrated.

“Hm, I heard that someone was trying to steal what’s mine.” He replies, patting his lap signaling for you to sit on it.

“What do you mean? Are you.. talking about the guy who was flirting with me earlier?” You question as you straddled his lap.

“Correct, my love. It seems you need a reminder of who you belong to. I’ll make sure everyone knows your mine. All mine.”

You couldn’t respond, your face flushing a rosy red.

He chuckled a bit to himself at your bashfulness. His hands slid up and down your sides, under your shirt.

“I think marking you up would let people know, don’t you think?”

Your heart beat faster as you nod. You wanted him to mark you up, claim you as his over and over. After all, you only want him.

He loves how pliant you are for him.

Tanjiro pulled your shirt off, immediately kissing and sucking on the exposed skin.

He bit your shoulder, making you let out a sound half way between a yelp and a moan.

This action made you grind your hips on his, just a little bit.

“You really are enjoying this aren’t you? Such a slut, just for me.” He smirked sadistically.

He was losing what little patience he had left. But he wanted to make sure this moment never leaves your thoughts.

After moving his papers, Tanjiro picks you up and places you on his desk.

You sat up first, but he got up from his chair and loomed over you. You moved and laid on your back.

“Hm. Good girl.” He seemed satisfied with your submission.

He slots himself between your legs. He hummed as he unclamped your bra and threw it aside.

He latched his lips on your nipple. You moan softly as he swirls his tongue on it and fondles your other breast.

After giving them both the same treatment, he makes more marks going down further and further.

He stops, his hands taking ahold of your skirt, quickly removing it.

Now you’re left in only your underwear while he’s completely clothed. You writhed under his touch.

You couldn’t help but grab at his shirt, hinting that you didn’t want to be the only one unclothed.

He takes the hint and plays along with it a little, unbuttoning his shirt halfway and unbuckling his belt.

You whined. All this waiting was making you needier for him. You wanted him now, but he was being such a tease.

“Patience.” That’s all he said as he went back to undressing you, taking off your panties.

He licked his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy. “All mine, and so wet for me. I haven’t even done much.” He grinned, taking pride in it.

His slender fingers glide over your folds, gathering up your slick. Then, without much warning, he inserted a finger into your dripping hole.

You arch your back because of the sudden pleasure.

Pumping it in and out, he would soon add another finger making you get closer to cumming.

He kissed and sucked on the skin of your thighs.

Only his fingers could make you feel this way. It felt amazing and you didn’t want it to stop.

“Ah fuck!- Please!” You beg, not really knowing what for.

“Aw, please what princess?”

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please daddy!”

He groaned. Speeding up his fingers, he wanted to be inside you now, but he wanted to make you cum first.

You pawed at his arm and whined as you orgasm came crashing down on you.

He took out his fingers and pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his cock hit his stomach.

You were squirming in anticipation again, wanting him to fuck you more than anything at the moment.

His right hand slides up your chest to grab ahold of your neck, which was littered with hickies and bite marks.

At the same time, he used his other hand to line himself up at your entrance.

He easily slides in, to which the two of you moan together.

He doesn’t waste time and thrusts slow at first, picking up the pace by the second.

His cock hits all the right places, the places that make you moan like a whore.

“My cock is the only one to make you feel this good huh, baby?”

You nod, unable to answer properly. He doesn’t take this.

“Use your words.” His pace picks up, pounding you harder, purposefully making it hard to respond.

“Y-yes daddy, only yours!”

He rewards you by rubbing your clit along with his harsh thrusts.

Tanjiro feels you tighten around him, making his breathing more unsteady.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk hard, to the point your knuckles turned white.

You were in pure ecstasy.

You felt your orgasm creep up on you again. And soon, you cummed hard on his cock.

But he didn’t slow down.

You whimpered and twitched as he overstimulated you, chasing his own high. Your hands went to his back to claw at it.

“Gonna fill you up.. make you completely mine, leave my mark on your cunt.” He growled.

“Please..” you gasp.

He’s bringing you close to another orgasm already, he’s not far along either.

Something about filling you up made him go just a bit faster.

His grip on your neck loosens as his hands slide over to land on the desk on either side of your head.

You’re about to cum again. You can tell he’s about to as well.

“Fuck princess, gonna cum with me?”

You nod. His thrusts get sporadic and sloppy.

You moan loud as you cum for the third time, him cumming with you, filling your cunt with it.

He takes a second, not pulling out. He pulls you back with him as he sits back in his chair, you on his lap again.

“Keep it in while I do my work, yeah?” He kissed you.

“Okay..” you say, out of breath.

He continues his work as you cockwarm him.

#levys friends #kny smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #KNY x reader #tanjiro smut #tanjiro x reader

[svltzmans]

more hope mikaelson nśfw headcanons <3

a/n: i feel like you all will appreciate these gay thoughts i've compiled

warnings: smut (18+), this is so filthy i'm sorry, if you are under 18 and read this i'll call ur mom, semi-public sex, phone sex, etc.

hope is such a boobs girl it's crazy

she's obsessed

and when she can't touch them she is ALWAYS staring

like always

especially if you wear anything low cut

she loves ass too, of course

and sometimes when you're walking in front of her she'll grab yours

(when you're in private)

but not always in private

hope is the type of girlfriend to take you out to the shops

and stand closely behind you, hidden by a rack of clothes

and she'll move her hands down from your waist

and get close to your face and whisper

"god, you're so sexy. can't wait until we get home."

hope has quite the sex drive, she takes "anywhere, any time" to a literal level

and that includes when you are away from her for any reason

if you're on vacation for a week or if you're just in class for an hour

you'd pick up your phone and see that you got a photo message from hope

and you'd open it to see a collection of photos of hope in front of the mirror, starting with her wearing lingerie and ending with her being completely naked

she'd also send something short but unbelievably hot and needy

wish you were here to fuck me

i miss your tongue baby

thirsty stuff like that

inevitably this would escalate to phone sex because duh!

i've said this before but hope has big switch energy

one day she'll be telling you exactly what she wants you to do for her

hearing your moans though the receiver

and the next she'll be begging for you to take the control right out of her hands

hope's biggest kink is dirty talk so hearing you encourage her and tease her over the phone gets her off effortlessly (a/n: this might be slightly self indulgent)

after a few minutes of you saying things like

"good girl, hope. faster baby, just like i would do it"

"you sound so pretty when you whine for me"

"that's it, let me hear you"

hope would be a MESS

trying to respond to you in any way she can

probably just nonsensical mixes of words

"y/n, feels so good. more. please more, oh god.."

"gonna cum, can i cum? please let me.. fuck"

phone sex with hope >>>

in the summer hope would plan swimming dates specifically to see you in a bikini

and you'd have some fun with it of course, buying some slightly more revealing swimsuits

because it's entertaining to see hope trying to keep her hands to herself

if she took you to the beach, she would use the ocean to her advantage

because the water is cloudy and hard to see through

(see where i'm going with this?)

"c'mon baby, let's go for a swim."

and you'd agree, because it's hot on the beach

hope would take you out far enough into the ocean that nobody could see what you were doing

and to any bystander it would look like you and hope were just swimming next to each other

hope would swim behind you and wrap her arms around your waist, innocently enough at first

until she leans close to your ear

"think i could make you cum out here without anyone noticing?"

at first you don't think you heard her right

until you see the look on her face, mischievous as ever

and you realize she absolutely said what you thought she did

and meant it

"you're so naughty, mikaelson," you'd tease, not being able to help giggling at the boldness of your girlfriend

she wouldn't even respond, positioning herself behind you and sneaking her hand into the water

and directly into the bottoms of your swimsuit

something about the thrill of possibly getting caught turns hope on to the absolute max

and she doesn't waste any time, toying with your clit with no mercy

"my god, hope," you'd whisper, trying to hold back any unintentional noise.

"you like this, huh? me fucking you out here? where anyone could see you being my whore?"

when hope takes control, she does it one hundred percent, knowing you are putty in her hands

before you can even respond, hope puts two fingers inside of you and curls them

and you almost completely lose it, your composure draining by the second

"close, hope," is all you can manage, feeling your body start to collapse in hope's arms

"there you go, pretty one. gonna cum for me, huh? come on baby, wanna feel you cum on my fingers."

before hope's last word is off her tongue, you're already crashing down, biting your lip and sinking deeper into hope's arms

hope finally swims out from behind you, letting out what sounds like a fake evil laugh

"well that worked out well, huh?"

a/n: guys is this too much i'm a whore but i'm also shy i don't usually write smut this intense 🫣

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #the originals x reader #hope mikaelson headcanons #hope mikaelson smut #hope mikaelson x fem! reader

[joannerowling]

is it true that Rowling sent flowers to marilyn Manson? 💀

Unknown/unclear. Manson tweeted once "thank you for the lovely gift JKR" with a picture of roses that doesn't seem to have been taken from the internet, however JKR never acknowledged it, which is out of character.

Since your angle is obvious here, let me disappoint you: i'm perfectly knowledgeable about the topic of JKR's supposed "friendships" with Johnny Depp and his clique, and comfortable discussing it. In fact, here's a reddit thread written by someone who is anti-JKR, which i'm linking so that anyone not knowledgeable can learn the basics (it's factual enough, though not always honest in providing all context), and so nobody can accuse me of ignoring the subject out of misplaced idolatry.

TRAs seeking to undermine JKR's character through any mean available have attempted the "oooo, JKR the so-called women-defender is actually friend with abusive men!!" route a few times. It's failed to gain much popularity, even amongst themselves, because there's just not much meat to it. (Which, considering that most attacks against JKR rely on making stuff up about Harry Potter that she never wrote, is saying a lot i feel.)

JKR's connexions with Depp amount to buying stuff from him. No picture of them hanging out, no known exchanges besides saying they admired each other's work. Vague hearsay from untrustworthy sources - one of the things the above reddit thread fails to contextualise is who Dan Wootton, the guy who accused JKR of being too close to Depp and refusing to fire him from FB, exactly is (hint: not a trustworthy guy). I'm pretty sure Wootton is a blueprint for Culpepper in the Strike novels, if you get the reference.

The only thing confirmed is that JKR initially believed Depp's word against Heard's. I feel like she is a pretty good judge of character in general, but eh, no one is immune to a famous actor's charms. The fact she hasn't come to defend Depp during his latest trial suggests she may have changed her mind – she hasn't exactly shied away from defending unpopular people when she felt strongly enough about their innocence. But, she didn't feel strongly enough about defending Heard either. Maybe at this point she feared she would do more harm than good; maybe she still supports Depp privately; maybe she's too proud to admit to have been wrong. Maybe she just doesn't like Heard and didn't want to support her! Who knows.

What i know for sure is that JKR pours like half of her money into charity work to help women and kids. She makes her positions on abusive men clear, both in public and in her fiction, so you can't even accuse her of influencing anyone into supporting them. Even if i didn't like JKR, i really fail to see what could possibly be the problem here. I feel like people just NEED women to be secretly wicked witches who manipulate everyone into believing they're good-hearted when in fact at night they're evilly cackling at the suffering of babes. It's misogyny my dude, that's it.

Edit: on second thoughts this was an insane reply but i STAND BY IT

#replies #anon #kinda long but i'm cutting the grass underneath anon's feet as the saying goes #jkr #jk rowling

[amethystina]

Really random question: do you thing Gaon and Yohan are the type to celebrate Christmas? Like, exchanging gifts and all that, or do they just have a big meal so the holiday don't go unnoticed

Interesting question!

I don't think Yo Han is very interested in Christmas before he meets Ga On. Like, maybe he made a small effort for Elijah during the years she grew up (i.e. clumsily gave her a gift or two) but, for the most part, I don't think he has very nice memories of Christmas. Given how religious his father was, I'm assuming Christmas in the Kang household was a little more, uh, strict than most people are accustomed to.

Though, considering Kang Ji Sang's track record, we can probably also assume that Yo Han wasn't actually allowed to celebrate Christmas with the rest of the family. Any gifts he got were ones Isaac sneaked down into the basement.

So, overall, I don't think Yo Han has the best association with Christmas and couldn't care less (read: is too traumatised and pretends he doesn't care but, actually, it's just a defence mechanism to prevent him from showing weakness).

As for Ga On, I think he has a more normal relationship with Christmas. And, from what I understand, Christmas in South Korea is a little more relaxed and has fewer traditions than many countries in the West do. Though I assume there's a bit of trauma involved here, too, given that Ga On's parents died when he was still so young. But I think that Soo Hyun and Professor Min stepped in and did their best to make sure he didn't feel too lonely during Christmas.

And, I mean, now that Ga On has a wonderful new family to call his own? Of course he'd want to give it a try, simply because it gives him a reason to spend time with the people he loves. So he'd definitely suggest a nice dinner at the very least, which Yo Han would maybe be a bit sceptical about at first, until he remembers that gift-giving is also a major part of Christmas.

Time to pull out all the stops and spoil the sugar baby rotten, in other words.

And Ga On realises his mistake almost instantly but, even then, he doesn't backtrack. Possibly because he goes to ask Ms. Ji if there are any Kang Christmas traditions he should incorporate into their celebration and is horrified by the answer he gets.

Locking Yo Han in the basement does not qualify as a Christmas tradition.

Adding to that, Elijah has probably gotten pulled into it by then and, while she feigns disinterest and keeps telling Ga On he's sooo embarrassing, she's secretly into it. So Ga On decides that if letting Yo Han (and Elijah) buy him expensive gifts is the way to introduce them to a more normal concept of Christmas and slowly heal some of Yo Han's trauma, then so be it.

But he definitely also makes sure to give Yo Han and Elijah a limit to how many gifts they can give him and how much they can cost.

Naturally, they both pretend the maximum cost is for each individual present, not the total (as was Ga On's intention), and then proceed to buy him a shitload of expensive stuff while claiming innocence.

Ga On vows to leave them fewer loopholes next year.

But, all in all, it's a success. And would probably turn into a tradition, of sorts, yes. One that gives them a reason to eat a nice dinner, play some board games, and shower Ga On with gifts.

And, above all else, spend time together as a family.

Bonus: Ga On quickly learns never to ask Yo Han what he wants for Christmas because the answer is always the same and he really should know better than to give Yo Han such a perfect opening to be an outrageous, shameless flirt.

But, at the same time, Ga On can't deny that it also gives him a bit of a thrill when Yo Han, without missing a beat, always just says:

"You."

(and, naturally, that's exactly what Yo Han gets, too)

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Tbh I feel like I might not be the best person to reply to this #Since I'm obviously not Korean x'D #And like #Not going to lie #The amount of anxiety I have over accidentally misrepresenting the culture is A LOT to carry sometimes #So please know that any mistakes are due to clumsiness not malice #I'm trying my best ;___;

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Baby needs love: Natasha, Wanda x reader (3/?)

Summary: You're a senior in school and your parents are shitty people who never cared about you. So you're looking for a way to earn money. Confused and innocent, you got the ad that you were being paid to be the baby of a couple looking for a baby girl. Maybe if you hadn't been so ignorant and innocent, if you hadn't choked with excitement at the idea that someone could give you some love, you wouldn't have ended up in that situation. And then, these nice women adopted you. And they gave you love, much more than you ever received.

Warning: Family kink, dubious consent, Threesome F/F/F, sex toys, innocense (a lot), strap-on, praise kink, domestic sex, nicknames, Polyamory, caretaking.

The Reader is 16, so consent from an older couple is doubtful. I'm not in favor of this, it's just a fanfic.

If you like, I would be so grateful if you reblog or comments to interact ( I love to share your thoughts) Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged on every chapter to be remembered.

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You stayed all afternoon with Wanda, who kept shoving clothes into the hamper. "I don't wear those" you confessed as she grabbed lingerie clothes. She shook her head with a sweet smile "Let's wear it anyway" she winked at you and you blushed. She assured you that you could call her momma out there, that it was fine.

And by the time you came back in the evening with several bags, Wanda led you to a room. It was painted pink and gray, with some plants and the big bed with a couple of stuffed animals. "Do you like it?" asked Wanda laying the bags on the bed.

"Is all this for me?" you saw the desk next to the bed, with a computer on it.

"All for you, my child" Wanda sat on the bed and you saw her. She patted her lap and you walked over, sitting up. She tugged a lock of hair back from your ear. "Have you had a good day?" you nodded, remembering your first kiss and how you had exploded on Nat's leg, but also how you had been treated with love, and how Wanda had spoiled you like your mother had never done.

Not that you hated Natasha, but Wanda was your favorite that day.

You rested your head on Wanda's palm, who caressed your cheeks. She smiled looking into your eyes.

"Mommy will come over later, you can sort out your new clothes and play with your new things while momma goes to cook dinner, okay?" you nodded and she reached down her hand, rubbing your bare thigh. "If you're okay coming to live with us until you're a big girl?"

You nodded with a smile "Yes, momma."

Wanda nodded "Do you like being our baby?"

"Yes, they are very good to me" the redhead ran her hand up to your bottom, caressing gently and your cheeks flushed.

"You were what mommy and I were looking for. You were like an angel fallen from heaven. Mommy and I are going to teach you lots of things, take care of you, do you think so?" you nodded and Wanda gently patted your bottom. "Well little girl, I'm going to make dinner."

"Do you want me to help you."

"No honey, play with your stuff" you stirred in your bed, and for some reason, you still couldn't figure out what that tingly feeling between your legs was about, but you did know that the women were treating you with a lot of love. For the first time you were getting your own room, new clothes, cuddles, and even a computer! Wanda had bought you books, you told her you liked them and she insisted that you buy three, and then she would keep buying you more.

Natasha led as Wanda was getting dinner ready "Honey?" she asked removing her jacket as she balanced the box in her hands. Wanda turned with a smile and frowned.

"What have you got there?" she asked.

"Oh well" Natasha soaked her lips "Turns out I wanted to expedite things. It's her stuff" Natasha touched the box "Can you believe these are her only belongings? She even had a room" Wanda reflected sadness, wiping her hands and moving closer to her wife, who kissed her lips.

"Oh poor child" she complained.

Natasha opened the box and took out a folder "I... Wanda, I had to take precautions. You know, she's a minor" her wife took the folder in confusion, opening it and looking at the adoption papers. "Those men were just happy with a couple of dollars and a couple of pills."

"So we definitely got our baby?" Wanda gave a little amused jump "Oh it's amazing, Nat. Did you realize how lucky we got?"

Natasha stroked her wife's cheek "I know, love, I know. But...we have to talk to her a lot to get her to keep her sweet little mouth shut."

"Leave that to me" Wanda assured, closing the folder. "And you don't push her. She's happy with love. Now we'll eat at the table and watch a movie with her. Then we'll tuck her in. She's realizing how well her body reacts to us. But everything is new. She possibly got more love today than she ever did" Wanda hugged her wife by the hips and clung to her, kissing her lips again.

"So...where's our little girl?"

Wanda whimpered with a giggle "Oh it's so lovely to call her that" she pulled away to go towards the food "She's in her room. Do you want to go upstairs and tell her the news?" Natasha raised her eyebrow and her wife

she dropped her shoulders, somewhat menacingly at her insistence. "Nat, just give her another few days. Tonight at night we talk about how she can't tell anyone how her mommies show her love, tomorrow we walk her to school, go pick her up and then slowly include her in our life."

"As you say" Natasha walked over to open her bottle of wine and poured it into a glass. "Fuck, we have a teenage girl"

"Our, teenage girl" Wanda clarified, pointing at her with the ladle.

You were sitting on your bed, book in your hands, totally caught up in the first few pages when your door rings with three sweet knocks. You looked up, seeing Wanda with Natasha, the last one, carrying a box.

"Can we come in, honey?" you nodded to Wanda, closing the book and sitting down. "We wanted to talk to you" Wanda took a seat next to you, and Natasha nodded, but stood still as she looked at you in a way that your body passed some electricity. You stirred on the bed, curious at that.

"I've been to your parents" Natasha confessed, and by the look on Wanda's face, you knew she wasn't planning to say it like that "And they agreed to let you live with us. In fact, now you're no longer their daughter, you're ours" Natasha took the papers. "Are you okay with that?" you blinked, stunned at so much information and saw Natasha's sigh. Who denied "It's horrible that you've been living in that environment. With so little love" Wanda smiled slightly towards her wife. Natasha leaned over and placed a hand on your knee "But you'll be better off here, princess. You have a roof over your head, a room to yourself, everything you need for your classes, food, and love"

"Thank you, Mommy" Natasha's calloused thumb brushed your knee.

"You're welcome, baby. That's what mommy is there for, to protect you" you felt the pressure on your chest and bit your cheek, nodding.

"Let's eat and then watch a movie, shall we?"

You sat down at the table with them. Wanda insisted you talk, and you slowly introduced yourself to them a bit with your personality, as you really were. Three finishing the most exquisite dish you ever tasted in your life, you helped them both clean up and then Natasha ordered you to go pick out a movie. Sitting on the big couch you did, and when you realized, surrounded by love, you were lying with your head in Natasha's lap, who was frolicking sweetly with your hair, and with Wanda caressing your legs sweetly.

Oh, they were such good mommies.

You even felt tears come to your eyes as they both tucked you in, and you clung to one of the stuffed animals on your vanilla-scented bed.

Could you feel better anywhere?

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Innocent Pt 1

I look up from my spot behind the register at the sound of the door opening and shutting. Rafe Cameron waltz in without so much as a look in my direction even though we close in literally two minutes. I sigh and tuck my book under the counter as I wait for him to return from the coolers in the back. Rafe appears with two cases of beer and sits them on the counter.

"Did you find everything okay?" I ask because I have to. Rafe digs in his wallet for money and hands me a hundred dollar bill.

"I know where the beer is." Rafe says flatly. I fight the urge to roll my eyes as I mark the bill with a counterfeit marker.

Rafe watches my actions with a curious look. "It's real, I promise." He deadpans and I bite back a snide remark.

"I still have to check." I mutter and stuff it in the register then count out his change.

"Aren't you going to ask for my ID?" Rafe questions me and I gulp. I knew better than to call out Rafe Cameron. He was a bully and I didn't want him to set his sights on me.

"Is it going to say you're 21?" I ask, holding out his change for him. He eyes the money but doesn't take it.

"We can pretend it does and you can keep the change." A small smile forms on his lips as he picks up his cases of beer and heads for the door.

"Wait! I don't want your money!" I round the corner of the counter but it's too late. He jumps into a waiting Jeep and it takes off. Rafe Cameron just gave me eighty dollars to keep my mouth shut. What the fuck?

The next night is no different. He comes in right before we close and tells me to keep the change if I overlook his illegal purchase. I fight him some more but he ignores me and leaves again.

"Are you an alcoholic?" I blurt and Rafe raises his eyebrows at me after sitting two more cases on the counter. This has been going on all summer. He comes in to buy two cases of beer almost everyday and leaves me with the change. If he wasn't a Kook I'd be worried about him running out of money from leaving me almost $80 everyday. I keep it all in a ziploc bag in my backpack for safe keeping because to be honest, I don't know what to do with it. It doesn't feel right taking it but he refuses to take it back so I guess I'm just holding it for him.

"Do I look like an alcoholic to you?" Rafe laughs. Did he really want me to answer that?

"I mean, the bloodshot eyes kind of give you away." I tease, reaching my hand out with his change and he gives me a dull look.

"It helps me sleep. So I wouldn't call it being an alcoholic." Rafe waves my hand away and I drop the money on the counter, pulling the cases of beer towards myself and farther from his reach.

"Maybe you should take the rest of this money and get yourself some melatonin instead of killing your liver." I snap and he throws his head back with laughter. He reaches for the beer but I pull them away. Instead of trying again he grabs my arm and pulls me halfway across the counter, forcing me to yelp as my feet no longer touch the ground.

"I could think of another thing that would help me sleep." Rafe gives me a coy smile before biting his lip and I swear my heart stops beating in my chest. I yank back and slide back down to my feet and he snatches the beer up.

"I-I don't like you." I cross my arms and he laughs, heading for the door.

"Yes you do." I roll my eyes at him as he exits.

I finish closing the store with a smile on my face. I don't even realize I'm wearing the stupid grin until I get home.

"What's with the stupid grin?" My father snaps from his place on the couch. My mother is probably already in bed since she has to open the store in the morning.

"I just had an easy night, I guess." I shrug and start cleaning up the messy living room before he tells me to.

"You better have been focusing on your work and not some boy." The venom in his voice cuts like a knife as I bag up the trash. It's the same thing every night. I close the store, I clean it then come home and clean up after my father, and he berates me until he passes out on the couch.

"You're almost a woman, Emmy. You better keep your legs closed until you're a married woman. No man will want you if you've been passed around all of OBX. You'll end up like your mother." I throw something in the trash can a little too hard and he growls angrily.

"Don't throw stuff in my house or you can find some place else to live." If I wasn't afraid you'd kill my mother or report me as a runaway, I would.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, gently dropping the next few beer bottles in this time. I hear him raise to his feet with an angry hum and I know the power trip is coming. He only feels like a man if he's inflicting pain and fear on a woman. I swallow the lump in my throat and turn to face him, keeping my eyes down.

"Say it like you mean it." He demands but I only feel the growing anger in my chest so I force my expression to change to one of fear and defeat.

"I'm sorry, daddy." I fake plead, plastering on my best puppy dog eyes then looking at the ground again.

"Good. Now go to your room." He snaps. I head towards the hallway but a disgusted snarl catches my attention. "Start wearing longer shorts. You look like a cheap whore." I want to keep walking but I know my silence will only fuel him further.

"Yes, daddy." I say softly then quickly disappear into my room. I kick my sandals off and change into my pjs before climbing into my tiny twin bed, curling myself in my grandmas old quilt. His words continue to eat away at my thoughts until my mind wanders to a certain Kook. When did Rafe Cameron become the highlight of my day?

#smutwarning #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #dark!fic #dark!rafe cameron

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thoughts on disventure camp e4:

tom and jake

seeing people complain about tom being a hypocrite for snarking at jake here and i agree that it is hypocritical. but i don't think it's bad writing (i honestly really like it?)

like. tom and jake are messy. they have no communication. they overreact to everything. that's like their whole thing.

idk why tom ghosted after the first season, or while he's continuing to be distant (and now, more openly hostile). this is because the show hasn't told us yet. i assume, given that it's only episode 4 and this plot is getting a lot of attention, that there will eventually be some explanation. it doesn't really feel out of character to me at this point, just that we're missing information.

also specifically the reason i like this interaction is because it makes it very clear that tom is also being shitty here! like imo that was clear from the very start with the ghosting and dodging confrontation stuff, but more recently the focus has been on jake's jealousy. and while i do think jake is being unreasonable as well, tom is not innocent. as before, they are messy!!

villians' alliance and elimination

first off: i so called miriam being out this episode. didn't know the exact context, but in order for the alec helping fiore plot to work long term she needed to be out of the picture.

i like that she played well here though. like she did exactly what she should have done in the situation and it just didn't work out. sad to see her go, but not surprised.

poor connor tho :( my man's all alone now. i'm hoping that with grett turning on yul (you go girl) that maybe he'll last a bit longer

also yet again reminded why i love alec as a player and a villain. he's so good at planning and thinking things through, and he's not just thinking in terms of his own best interest. man plays this game like chess.

like. the rest of yellow team would have happily let ellie or fiore lose and get booted despite the alliance. alec's main goal was to get rid of miriam, but at the same time he was proving to ellie (and less so fiore) that he was also looking out for them.

i also like that it's not working out as cleanly as he'd like. miriam exposing him may not have been a problem here, but it will be later. in s1 he was able to largely fly under the radar for a while, and now is having to change tactics.

other thoughts

aiden and tess made me smile :) i want them to be friends

like ally's apology and hunter's non-apology (and fiore's wtf response). i think ally's really sweet and i get why fiore doesn't buy it but i'm glad someone on this team was like "maybe bullying a child is wrong"

ashley's backstory :(

predictions for next episode

elimination is harder to predict because the teams are even again. i'm thinking yellow team again makes the most sense, given the inevitable fallout of the villain reveal and the vote for yul. my guess would be connor vs. yul (vs. alec?) and of those three i see yul as most likely.

(could also be connor but the letter from miriam might save him somehow; i'm mainly doubting that they'd take him out of the competition here bc that'd be pretty unsatisfying for the connoriya drama. kind of leaning this actually bc yul being betrayed but not eliminated could also be juicy.)

if it's not yellow team... i could see gabby on cyan, mostly through process of elimination. tom and aiden need to stick around for the drama with jake, ellie's got the villain thing, and tess hasn't really gotten to do much other than be stuck in the middle of things.

gabby also hasn't really gotten to do anything besides support ellie, but i wouldn't be surprised to see her go early- like with james and lake, it feels like her character so far this season has been more in support of another character, and the impact her elimination would have on ellie feels like the most likely plot direction for this team to take.

that said idk why anyone would vote gabby out at this point. but i digress.

i really doubt it'll be magenta. fiore and jake have their own plots happening that i doubt will be wrapped up next episode, hunter and ally's relationship feels like it needs slightly more focus and deterioration before either of them goes home, and ashley just doesn't really seem likely?

aside from elimination

jake's gonna be sad about miriam. i think tom might be too, but unclear how exactly he'll react. will definitely make their whole thing worse, because for some reason they decided miriam should hold the brain cell of their relationship.

yellow team is definitely gonna have drama: fallout from miriam telling everyone alec was untrustworthy, the whole situation with grett and yul's relationship, connor being the only outsider to the alliance.

not sure what else- hunter and ally might have some plot progression, but i think those top two bullets will be the main points.

also whatever advantage connor got will definitely come up- seen speculation that it's like the "make people switch teams" card riya got in s2 but idk how that would play out

#frog.txt #disventure camp #disventure camp spoilers

[oceanlue]

Oh, oh, oh! Yuurivoice boys meet S/O’s ex and then saving their s/o from their ex!

( Oh.....oh...mem gee Yasser LEETTTTTSS GOOOO ima make this so good)

You're ex 😡🥱

Alphonse🧁🍭

Ok so this boy same plan even though that he cannot win in a fight he will put up a fight if it means protecting you from an a****** that couldn't see how beautiful you are

So basically I think he would see you at a grocery store so basically you're buying ingredients for cinnamon rolls that you wanted to have again

And he be all freaking trying to like talk to you or something

Like coming up to you and saying stuff like "oh hey babe it's been a while" or "why haven't you return to my calls" or "I love you please take me back"

🤮🤮🤮

I need a medic

If the ex is a nice guy then he'd be okay but just to stand with you just in case

If he's rude then alphonse puts on his big boy pants and things get a little heated you have to drag him away before things get out of hand

Now if he was abusive then that's another story....... luckily you won't find the body

And you just text Alphonse just like wanting him to be there because you feel scared or he's going to do something to you he just be running up to you and freaking putting you behind him

And he puts on his big boy pants and starts cussing this person out even if he has to fist fight he will for you and finally this dude leaves like he can't take a hint after an hour of yelling

" It's ok boo he's gone, and I swear to God if that dude ever comes back again he's going to be meeting my fist to his face cuz nobody and I mean nobody under any circumstances messes with my boo"

Baby you got a man that will help you through and through

Seth 🏕🍂

He will and I mean will trow hands

Doesn't matter if he was nice or rude or abusive he will be ready to throw hands things get to uncomfortable

If your ex was nice he would stay by you just in case you get uncomfortable

Know if he's rude and spewing garbage out of his trash like thing he uses to talk then he will put up a fight arguing back because nobody talks about his sugar like that

Now if he was abusive or then you must be holding him back cuz he will throw hands at him whether or not you tell him not to

" look sugar I get that you don't want me causing the scene but I'm not going to let that guy walk out of here knowing what he did to you, you're my sugar and I love you so much that I want you to be happy and safe"

He's a protective boyfriend that will give so much

Like he will give you the whole world because of how much he loves you

Finn🌻🪴

Now this fluorescent man can't fight for s***

But if anything happens he will either call the cops or call security depending on where you guys are

He loves you so much that even he is afraid that something will hurt you and him at the same time but mostly worried for you

But if the ex that you dated before is nice he'll probably be uncomfortable because it's your ex but he will put on a nice Act

(A+ in drama)

But if it's a rude person then he will try and to defend your honor and also his cuz he's a shy boy and very innocent so he might not be that well to put up a fight

If he was abusive then he's walking the other way with you in his arms and calling the police too she ain't going to let anything happened to you

" love, orchid are you all right are you okay look I know what I did is on characteristic of me but I just want you to feel safe and I want to keep you safe but knowing the way I am I can only do so little but I'm willing to do anything for you"

He's a sweet boy that wants to protect you

And the next day you were hurt on the news that your ex has been missing and nobody could find a body I wonder what happened

(Whispers to you: yandere finn did it)

Charlie🍕🐭

Now I know what you're thinking what can he do against your ex orally nothing since he's slightly afraid of everything bigger than him

But for you he will put up a fight it's just depending on the type of EX he was

If he was nice then he would awkwardly talk to him/her

Now if he was rude then he would try to put up a fight but gets downgraded by your ex and that makes you go in charge having a huge heated argument

Now if he was abusive that's another thing on the list I mean she would probably get like knocked down or something and you would have to drag him out of there just to get away from him but he has a trick or two up his sleeve

He calls in the favor from the boss (if you catch my drift)

" yeah that's right boss they're about that height they have that color hair and they dress funny........I just want them gone so they don't have to hurt my litte mouse.....yah I did....really thanks boss *hangs up* don't worry little mouse I got everything under control nobody is going to hurt you on my way"

And you will never see him again

He loves you and he doesn't want you to get hurt so he'll try just for you

Then you 2 go out for a slice🍕

Auron⌚☕

Now since you guys have been dating for a while you didn't really tell him about your ex well you did tell him you had "stiffer" he thought you were joking but turns out he was wrong dead wrong

Apparently this was your high school sweetheart

And he knew you broke up with him for a reason

If he was a nice ex then you would just ignore him knowing he is way out of your league now and you have auron and that's all you need

If he was a rude EX then he'll have to put in a word or two maybe downgrade them of the low paying job that they have or the fact that he's just middle class and maybe threaten him just to get him shaking in his boots *whispers* his cheap boots

Now if he was abusive then he will put his foot down nobody and I mean nobody touches his rookie

Safe to say you will never see him again not that you would have missed him but she won't be seen any daylight or any human contact for the rest of his life and auron will make sure he pays dearly for what he has done to you

" my dear please tell me if anybody in your past treats you like this I know some things are difficult to remember because it frightens you but I at least want to make sure my little pet is all right and safe for if I have to I will make sure nothing and I mean nothing comes to harm you"

It may seem like he doesn't care but he extremely cares about you and will fight for you

He loves you and he will do anything to keep you with him for you are his light

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Hope you love it

Peace out

💙💙💙

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Post Date: 1st November 2022 Content: Smut Word Count: 900 TW?: Cuckholding/ Dom!Changbin/ Sub!Felix/ Switch!Reader/ Foreplay (Giving)/ Penetration/ Masterbation

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“Hyung, I made-” Felix sings, walking into Changbin’s room, almost dropping the tray at the sight he catches, you sitting bouncing on Changbin’s cock, whilst he grins at the younger one, not even the slightest bit bothered that he just walked in, and neither did you.

In fact, Changbin had let you in on a little secret about how Felix confided in him about how jealous he was that he had you back when you first got together. Despite getting over that jealousy, he’d shamelessly admitted he’d fuck you if he ever had the chance. 

This was something that was discussed a lot between you and Changbin as you warmed up to the idea, Changbin fully being open to letting his friend touch his girl, to get his one and only chance. 

“Close the door, Lixie,” you whimper, Changbin thrusting into you as you looked over your shoulder, biting down on your lip so hard it could bleed, giggling at the sight of your friend nervously doing as you said to, putting the tray of cookies down on the table.

Standing there like a statue, Felix gulps with a massive lump in his throat, wide-eyed as a wink is shared between you and Changbin, the older one calling him over with a flick of two fingers, “Isn’t she so fucking delicious?” he growls, cupping your face and turning it harshly to make you look at Felix.

The poor guy shuffled to try and hide the boner that sprung in his trousers, practically salivating at the sight of you with words being jumbled in his mind, unable to bring out a sentence. 

“It’s okay, you can answer,” Changbin reassures, smirking as he thrusts into you again and your face screws tightly, a pretty little moan falling from your lips. Sweat collects at Felix’s hairline as he carefully nods, unable to take his eyes off of you. Changbin scoffs, kissing you passionately before letting you go, turning to look at the younger with a grin, “Would you like to fuck my girlfriend, Lix?”.

With nowhere else to look, Felix pants lightly from his nerves skyrocketing, his palms getting sweaty as he takes another look at you, biting his lip as he catches himself moaning, “Yes, yes please”. You smile at him sweetly, reaching for him as you pull him close to you, “You want me to yourself, don’t you?” you tease, cupping his face with faux doe-eyes looking up at him.

Changbin lifts you off of him, striking a slap across your bare ass as he takes a seat across the room, leaning back in the chair with his cock in his hand, “Answer her, Lix. You’ve been wanting this for god knows how long,” he growls lowly, watching him carefully as Felix whimpers under your touch the second you start to palm him through his trousers.

“Yes- All for myself,” it was like he was in a trance, it was cute and he was so innocent about it, looking back at his hyung for reassurance that it was okay, Changbin pointing to you with a nod.

“But one rule, don’t you dare cum in her. You got that?” Changbin hissed as Felix nodded in compliance, taking a seat on the bed next to you as you welcome him in for a kiss, getting a feel of your lips for the first time. 

Whilst he was indulging in your taste on your lips, you teased his trousers and boxers down to his thighs, his cock springing free, leaking with pre-cum as he whimpered at the slightly cold air on his cock. His little mouth shoots wide open when your fingers teased his tip, jerking his shaft up and down as you smirk over your shoulder at Changbin who winks back.

“Do you want me to sit on your pretty little cock, Lixie?” you tease, smirking on his lips as a high-pitched whimper falls from his, nodding pathetically at you as you climb on top. You line it up to your already soaked and abused core before lowering down onto it, gasping the size as it fills you up. 

Changbin growls behind you, loving the sight of you making Felix bottom out as you bounce on his cock, your ass shaking with every movement you made. He picks up the pace whilst jerking himself off, matching the tempo that you were going at. 

“How does she feel? Amazing right?” Changbin groans, looking over to capture Felix’s screwed face, mouth agape the second your lips leave him so he could answer him. “So- So good-” he cries out, and you couldn’t help but giggle through a moan, sitting up straight on his cock as you bounced on it as if your life depended on it.

Changbin changes his focus on you, feeling smug as he knew how good you felt, how he knew everything about you, “And how’s my princess feeling?” he coos with a low growl, your whimper of a reply to answer his question, “Good, Master”. 

There was a moment of the room being filled with satisfied mewls until you whimper once again, “Master, could I please have the both of you?”. A grin grows on Changbin’s face at the thought of it, having you being bottomed out with the both of them, attending to Felix whilst Changbin attends to you, “Of course, princess. But Felix has to make you cum first”.

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