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samkerrworshipper · 6 months

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togetherness | pt.2

longawaited and has been sitting in my drafts for weeks now cause i wasn’t quite sure if i liked the direction it’s gone in… but highliting different issues n stuff so i hope y’all enjoy! again i’ve edited this on my phone whilst reading from my kindle lol so not going to lie i’m aware that the editing could be shocking… there’s a few more parts sitting in my drafts so lmk if y’all want more

warnings: child exploitation, themes of sexual assault of minors, just general hurt with protective n supportive tillies

“Now that we’ve settled that, is there anything, anything at all that you’d like to tell me that I could help you with?”

I gulped, there were about six things I could think of just off the top of my head. I was tentative though. I could feel tears starting to form in the back of my eyes as I tried to make the decision in my head.

“No judgement?”

Sam’s immediate nod in response was comforting and apparently enough to get me talking.

“It’s going to sound stupid and I don’t even know what you could do about it considering that I’m probably somewhere in the wrong with it as well.”

Sam looked like a mixture of intrigued and perplexed.

“Y/n, even if I can’t do anything about it, you look like you just need to get it off your chest, I can be that for you as well, just tell me what’s been bothering you so much.”

I sniffled and nodded at Sam, this situation was so abnormally vulnerable for me.

“You know that I was rough around the edges when I got here, I know you haven’t heard the whole story, to put it simply I went through a rough patch when I was 14 and 15, before I got here. I’d just had spine surgery, I thought that I was never going to walk again, let alone play football. I turned to a lot of things, drugs, alcohol, anything. I ran away when I was 14, I don’t remember much of it, just that when I returned home my parents had had enough and they sent me off to the AIS for Tony to train me. Anyways, I’m rambling. Somewhere along the road I sent some explicit videos, photos and texts to my ex boyfriend, graphic ones, there’s a lot of them. He’s been posting them on reddit and twitter and they haven’t gotten any attention yet but with all the media coverage and bad press I’ve had recently I’m worried they are going to be brought up and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Sam’s expression was one thing, completely deflated and shocked. She was typing furiously into her phone whilst she was listening to my story. It took a few minutes of silence for her to reply to me.

“First off I want to start off with telling you how grateful I am for you sharing that information with me, it can’t have been easy and you are incredibly brave for telling me. I’ve got some follow up questions that I need to ask, you don’t have to answer them, I’d just appreciate it if you could try your best, okay?”

I nodded quickly in reply to Sam.

“Okay. How old were you when you sent these videos and how old was your boyfriend at the time?”

“I was 14 or 15, he was in his mid twenties.”

“So that puts him in his late 20s or early 30s right now, if my maths is correct. Did you take these photos and videos or did someone else?”

“I took most of them but he took some.”

Sam nodded at me again.

“Okay based on that question I can tell you that this ex boyfriend of yours is legally in possession of child pornography, that’s an indictable crime. If you want this to well and truly stop then we can go up that path. I want us to talk about this with Tony, it’s ultimately your decision but I think it would be very sensible to take this up with him at the very least. Y/n, you have done absolutely nothing wrong, I need to stress to you how important it is that you understand that. No one is going to blame this on you, because it isn’t your fault, you are a victim of a crime. That isn’t something light. I promise you that I have your best interests in concern when I’m telling you this. I have to ask, have you talked to anyone else about this? Your family? A therapist? A friend? Leah?”

Leah Williamson, my arsenal team captain and my best friend/mom/girlfriend. I shook my head at Sam, I’d wanted to tell Leah, she was the only person I probably trusted enough to tell but I hadn’t seen her in weeks.

“Do you want to talk to someone about it?”

“I was going to talk to Lee about it, eventually. Just with her ACL and us being in different places it didn’t make much sense, plus this stuff is so fucking stupid I didn’t want to bother anyone with it, I’m sorry for bothering you with it, Ellie was right I’m being fucking selfish.”

Sam’s face was unreadable, it was clear she was pretty deep in thought. She sat across from me for a few minutes, in thought, before she stood up and walked around the table, sitting herself down beside me.

“Can I give you a hug?”

I nodded and relaxed a little bit as I felt Sam’s arm snake its way across my shoulders, inevitably bringing me closer to her and into her chest.

“Williamson would want you to tell her, she’ll probably be mad that you didn’t tell her earlier. You are not being a bother to anyone, you have human emotions and this situation you are in is a hard one. You aren't being selfish, you are asking for help, which is a very human thing and you very clearly need it right now, there is nothing wrong with that. Now, how about I call Williamson for you, I’ll see you if you can get down here? I’m going to call Tony down here, I’ll brief him and he’ll help, okay?”

“I don’t want to tell Tony, he’s going to be mad and he’ll probably tell me this kind of behaviour isn’t wanted on his team and then I’ll get sent home.”

I could feel the material of Sam’s jumper that she must have thrown on after training soaking up my tears, that was embarrassing.

“I know you don’t want to, and I can promise you that Tony is going to be nothing but supportive, you’ve done nothing wrong. There is nothing illegal about what you did, now or then. Tony is not going to send you home, I promise. Now, do I need to call Williamson or can you do it?”

Realistically I probably could have, but I really didn’t want to.

“Can you?”

Sam nodded at me immediately, which comforted me a little bit.

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I couldn’t. She should be in Sydney right now to watch the Lionesses play tomorrow night, yeah? I’ll talk to her and we’ll see what we can work out for you. I don’t have her number though, so can you call her on your phone and I’ll talk to her.”

I nodded quickly, shakingly pulling my phone out of my pocket and pushing it out onto the table. I very quickly pulled Leah's contact, I’d called her last night so it wasn’t hard to find. She was the only person in the world that I could talk to when I was at my lowest, the only person who actually cared about me. So last night, whilst I was mid panic attack, on Ellie's and I’s ensuite floor I called her and she’d talked me through it. I should have told her then, it probably would have saved me this whole interaction with Sam, but I hadn’t wanted to worry her anymore, so I blamed it on pressure of being selected to start this week and she’d accepted my answer.

We’d been texting most of the morning, her asking me if I’d gotten sleep and if I was feeling alright, I’d answered shortly with an array of 'yes', because I didn’t want to worry her anymore. I passed the phone over to Sam once I found her phone number and she clicked the call button before pressing the phone up to her ear and standing up from her seat, starting to pace between the seats.

“Hey Leah, this is Sam, Sam Kerr, from the Matildas. Look, I’m here at our Sydney training facility with Y/n, we’ve just had a pretty serious conversation with her about some problems that she’s had recently and I was wondering if you were around so you could be here for her.”

Sam pulled out her own phone again as I assumed she listened to Leah’s response. It amazed me as to how fast her fingers danced across her own screen, it was a different kind of multi tasking.

“Yup, Mmm. Alright, I’ll send you the address, it’s not far from you guys hotel from recollection. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you being able to do this for her, I’ll see you soon and we can talk about it then.”

I gulped as Sam said her farewells and then hung up the phone before walking back over to me.

“She’s coming down, should be here in fifteen or so. She sounded worried about you, mentioned something about you having a panic attack to her on the phone last night and that she was concerned about you. I’ve texted Tony, he’s finishing up with Ellie and then he’s going to be down here. I’m going to get Steph to meet Leah downstairs when she gets here and she’ll bring her up, Y/n, we’re all here to support you however you need, alright?”

Me and Sam stayed silent in the room until about ten minutes later there was a distinct knock against the door.

“Sam, it’s me, unlock the door.”

Steph’s voice was pretty distinct, even through the heavy door. Sam stood up almost immediately, walking to the door and unlocking it before a grumpy looking Steph and a flustered version of Leah made their way through the doorway before Sam had the opportunity to relock it. Leah’s eyes went straight to my own, her whole facial expression was very controlled, she could command an entire room with that face, I knew from experience.

“Are you okay?”

Her words were directed at me, and only me. I pressed my tongue against my front teeth and lip, trying to decide how to answer the question.

“There’s some stuff that’s been happening that I haven’t told you, I’m not in trouble, or at least that’s what Sam is telling me. It’s some stuff from my past, when I was a kid. Explicit images and photos, on the internet, from when I was a kid. They popped up a few weeks ago, starting when I was in Spain with you before we came here. I didn’t bring it up because I thought I was at fault for it as much as the person who has possession of them. Sam told me that it isn’t, that I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m sorry, I know it was fucking stupid and I should have told you about it or not done it, I don’t even remember taking any of the photos or videos, it just happened and now I don’t know what to do because I don’t want it getting out to the public and I just, I don’t know how to deal with it.”

Leah’s face relaxed a little bit as I progressively talked and rambled. Once I was done she walked over to my spot, seated on one of the chairs and wrapped her arms around me.

“Hey, it’s alright, we’re going to sort this out. She’s right, you didn’t do anything wrong and you should have told me earlier but I am so grateful that you are telling me now, yeah? You are so brave kiddo, that’s child exploitation and whoever has possession of those materials is the one who’s in the wrong, okay?”

I nodded into Leah, Steph and Sam were whispering between each other behind us.

“You have to take legal action though.”

Those words made me feel like I’d been stabbed and my guts had been ripped out of my body cavity.

Leah let go of me very gently and pursed her lips.

“Because this isn’t going to go away if you don’t, and I know that you are strong but you aren’t going to be able to live if you know that this person who has possession of these materials is still out there. You’ve been checked out for weeks now, since before Mallorca. You aren’t going to check back into your life until this goes, I know it. I need you checked in, I need you to be my girl, not the skeleton of your own body that you inhabit as a coping mechanism when something bad happens.”

I think Leah would have said more if it wasn’t for the incessant knocking against the door that came again. Sam was the one who went to the door again, letting Tony in. He looked flustered as well, and a little bit worried. I’d known the man since I was 15, he’d seen me in some pretty interesting situations. Sam intercepted him before he could say anything, pulling him aside and giving him what I assumed to be the rundown of the last hour.

“I don’t think I can handle this getting out, it will, if I take legal action this is going to get out and then I’m going to be Y/n Y/l/n, the Matilda’s exploitative rookie and I’ll never be back here. My career will be over, Jonas won’t want me back, everything I've worked for will be done.”

Leah took a deep breath before wrapping her arms around me and working her hands through my scalp and hair.

“If you take legal action you will be supported, I’ll make sure of it. We are a part of a community of women that uplift us for everything you do, this won’t be any different. There will be some who judge, there is always going to be someone there to judge you. Y/n, you need to do this for your sanity, I won’t lose you to your mental health again, not like last year. Kerr has done the right thing here, bringing this up, it shows me that she cares a lot more about you then you think, it also shows me that she knows what’s best for this team and you. She wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t think this was the best course of action.”

I nodded into Leah, trying to convince myself that her words were correct. Eventually, after Sam had given Tony the full rundown he sat down across from me, exactly where Sam had been beforehand. Sam and Steph both stood behind me and Leah, Sam’s arms resting gently on my shoulders, it was grounding.

“Sam’s told me about what’s happening. First of all I want to say how sorry I am that you are going through this, it’s not something that anyone should have to deal with, ever. Second of all I want to let you know that this team, this whole nation is in support of you. Look, it’s too late for me to take any action now. I’m going to get the police to come down tomorrow morning, you aren’t in trouble. I just think that they are going to have a better understanding of this situation than any of us could. They’ll come down, we’ll have a talk about all of this, they’ll ask the questions they need to. We don’t need to make any decisions now, we’ll talk to them, Sam and I will be there to advocate for you. After that we can make decisions about taking legal action and whatnot. Otherwise I just wanted to tell you genuinely, from the bottom of my heart how much we all care about you and value you here, we are all going to be here for whatever you need in the future, you are a valued part of this team and family and we are all here to look out for your needs, okay?”

I gulped, I could feel fresh tears springing to my eyes again. I was petrified of the police, to say the least, but Tony’s voice was so reassuring. He was the father that I’d never had and when I was 15 and he’d met me I’d been in a bad place, I’d needed him to be that figure in my life and he had been. He gave me a routine, gave me something to wake up for every morning. I probably wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for Tony. He’d given me a chance when no one else had been prepared to and for that I would always be in debt to him for.

“Okay, I’ll get in contact with the police, we’ll get a constable down tomorrow morning and we can have an open conversation with them about it, you are not in trouble, nothing is going to happen that will end in consequences for you. I think though that you need to head back to the hotel and get some proper sleep, your body needs it. So head back, don’t worry about any of this, because I’m going to sort it out and we’ll talk about it in the morning with a clean slate and mindset, alright?”

I nodded at Tony, I didn’t really have much to say.

“Thank you Coach.”

He nodded at me, before standing up and walking around to the other side of the octoval table and giving me a pat on the back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t worry about this anymore, it’s going to be okay. Get back to the hotel, we’ve got an early wakeup tomorrow.”

I nodded at Coach, watching as he left the room just as quickly as he’d entered it.

“I’ve talked to Steph, her and I are rooming together so we’ll switch, she’ll stay with Ellie and you can come and room in with me, I think we’ll keep it that way for the rest of the tournament.”

I looked over at Sam, nodding along with what she was saying. Leah reached her arms around me, a big bear hug.

“And I am here, I expect you to check in with me, at least twice a day. When you guys head off to Melbourne or Brisbane I’m not going to be able to be there, so I need you to stay in contact with me, okay? Anybody does so much as look at you wrong I want to be the first to know, okay?”

I nodded at Leah, half in fear, half in adoration. She was the only person in the world that I actually trusted in. Our bond had been forced, when I’d moved to London to play for Arsenal I’d been moved into the spare room in her apartment and in a very short amount of time we’d created a bond that extended beyond the realm of friendship. I loved her, she was the first person besides Tony to give me a chance and he was obligated to give me on, Leah had chosen to fight for me and to stick by my side even when it wasn’t easy, she was a good person, better than I was sure I’d ever be.

“We’ll drop you back to your hotel on our way home Williamson, it’s the least we could do considering you got here so quickly, can you just give us five minutes to grab our things from the locker room?”

Sam’s voice held no room for argument, she was insisting on giving Leah a ride home and Leah didn’t try to object.

“Please, call me Leah and if it’s no trouble I would really appreciate it. I can meet you guys down in the foyer in about five, I need to go to the loo, so whilst I’m doing that how about you guys go and get your stuff together?”

Sam, Steph and I all walked back down to the change rooms in a comfortable silence. It was when we actually made it back to the rooms that I realised I still had my boots on, the cleats that were spotless from not even getting any wear at training. The cleats that a few hours ago had seemed impossible to tie up. I made quick business of pulling them off of my feet, throwing them into my kit bag and pulling out the pair of Nike dunks that I’d worn in earlier when we’d all come down here for our match analysis. Sam and Steph both made quick work off slipping out of their training kits and changing into sweat pant duos that matched with me. After they’d gotten changed and refreshed we all grabbed our bags and whatever other things we had lying around before making our way down to the foyer.

Leah was waiting for us, tapping her foot violently against the marble floors. When she spotted the three of us out of the corner of her eye her stress ceased almost immediately. I’d learnt a lot about Leah in the amount of time I’d known her. One thing about England’s captain was that she was not as fearless as everyone credited her as being, she put on a brave face, a bloody good one, but she was just as human as everyone else and sometimes it showed, especially when she felt uncomfortable in a situation or she didn’t think she deserved to be where she was. I’d moved in with her initially just before she'd led the Lionesses to their victory at the euro’s, and at the time Leah had been a basket case to be nice. I think that was how we’d bonded, through our similar insecurities of not being good enough to fill the shoes that had been passed down to us.

“C’mon cap, let’s get going.”

Leah smiled at me and nodded. We’d been keeping our relationship under wraps for a few months now. Neither of us were insecure in our situation and we were happy to enjoy our private, happy and blessed life together. Plus we hadn’t really seen much of each other in the past month or so, being caught up with our obligations to our national teams. Leah was also very committed to her rehab and I couldn’t be there for every step of that so we’d spent some time apart. We’d both agreed when the new Arsenal season rolled around that we’d tell the team, but still keep it under wraps from the public for as long as we could. Neither of us were worried about the public finding out, I was out, had been since I was 14. Leah wasn’t officially but she’d also never dated a man and in the eyes of the female soccer world that pretty much means you're gay. It would come out when it did and we were prepared for that to happen.

We walked out to Steph’s car, piling all of our bags in the boot before Sam and Steph slid into the passenger and drivers seats whilst Leah and I both took seats in the backseat. Somewhere along in the drive her hand made its way to my own, resting gently on top of my knee cap. I interlocked our fingers and smiled up at her, this was the part of a secret relationship that I liked, getting moments just between the two of you that only the two of you understood. The sweet nothings. I felt my heart plummet a little bit as we arrived out the front of Leah’s hotel and I realised that I was going to have to say goodbye, potentially for a few more weeks. That was the suckish part of being a professional athlete messing around with another professional athlete, there wasn’t always a timeline on when you’d see each other next, sometimes it was just situational.

I made the call to walk Leah to the door of the hotel, when we got to the doors I gave her a hug, a big, long hug. She hugged me back, tightly. Leah was good at hugs. When we finally had to come apart I looked up at her, with my big green eyes and apparently she couldn’t resist because she reached down and honoured me with a peck. It was nothing more, a small gesture but to me it was everything.

“I love you okay, be safe, text me, call me. I am always here for you, don’t keep me in the dark on things that you think are going to burden me, they aren’t, call your therapist, please.”

I nodded at Leah, she was using her captain's voice with me that she knew I couldn’t refuse.

“When you get back to the hotel I expect you to eat some proper food, not of those bloody granola bars that you insist are nutritional, proper food. Hydrate, at least a litre of water. Sleep, you deserve to sleep, let yourself sleep. Call me in the morning and tell me how you are feeling, okay?”

I gulped and nodded at Leah, an action that I was becoming aware I might have done too much of tonight.

“Love you too, thank you for being here for me.”

“Anytime, I’m only ever one call away, now go home.”

I gave Leah one final look before walking back to the car, closing the door behind me only to be bombarded with googly eyes from the two co captains sitting in the front of the car.

“You and Williamson?”

Sam’s voice was the first one to break the sound barrier, it scared me a little bit.

“Yeah.”

I made it sound like it was a non fact, like every person on the planet knew that I was in the bed sheets of the Lionesses Captain.

“Fuck, I knew it, McCabe owes me fifty quid.”

Steph’s voice was steadier and surprised me a little bit.

“We all had bets, how long have you guys been together?”

“We’ve been dating for 6 or 8 months, fucking around with each other since I joined Arsenal so about a year or so.”

Steph’s eyebrows rose to the top of her forrid, obviously very surprised by my answer.

“You're trying to tell me that you and Lee have just casually been hiding a relationship behind closed doors for months.”

“I mean we’re roommates, it wasn’t that hard to hide, plus we just aren’t rabbits who need to fuck on every surface unlike Sam and fucking Kristie, I’m never going to be able to mentally burn the image of you two getting at it on the pool table after the olympics, that was fucking traumatic.”

Sam’s face had flushed, we constantly brought it up with her. After our bronze loss to the US in the olympics a lot of the team had gone out in celebration with the Americans, what I hadn’t expected to find that night when I’d walked into the room that I thought was the bathroom was Sam eating her secret girlfriend out on the table. It had messed with my brain permanently.

“Hey you're the one who’s always bringing it up, maybe you were secretly into it, secret fantasy between you and Williamson.”

I loudly gagged from my spot in the backseat, extremely displeased by Sam’s imaginative imagery.

“Nobody thinks that Sam, it’s just you and all of your lost brain cells.”

There was something so comfortable about the dynamic between Sam and Steph, something so sisterly and bonded. They were like family, they messed around with each other and pushed each other but they loved each other and the both of them knew that at the end of the day. They might not have been the closest on the team, they weren’t each other's best friends but they were family and that was all that mattered.

“Whatever you say Stephy.”

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northsoulss · 4 months

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the media thinking reader is in a relationship w some popular male footballer but she's actually with elisa and they soft (or hard) launch their relationship 🤭🤭

mon amour - elisa de almeida

(a/n : here it is! hopefully this is what you had in mind lol. this is quite a long one. writing this hit home, so i quite like how it turned out! thanks for the request xoxo)

growing up in a relatively conservative town, you never had the chance to express your identity as a queer individual. it was a constant internal battle, thinking something was wrong with you for liking someone of the same gender. things became more complicated when you began liking football, it being seen as more of a boy-ish sport.

thankfully, your hometown had a small women’s youth football club, and you begged your parents to allow you to sign on, which they begrudgingly accepted. hoping to meet other queer women, you went into football hopeful, but your ideas were quickly shut down when you realised a lot of them were straight. you continuously struggled with your sexuality as you grew up, fear taking over whenever you had the opportunity to come out. so you never did, remaining closeted for all your teenage years.

as you began to advance and become better at football, you wanted to make it a career, to do it professionally. eventually when you signed with psg a year ago, it was undoubtedly the best decision of your life. after moving to france, you finally got to experience a proper queer community with supportive people. you still made no move to come out, for you realised that there was no need to put it out there; to let everyone know that you were queer. so long as you were contented with what you identified as, nothing else really mattered. or so you thought.

over time as you became more popular and well known, you began to see that there are many upsides and downsides to being a public figure. on one hand, you have formed close bonds with other footballers of both genders and experienced nothing like you could have ever imagined. on the other hand, every time you posted something vaguely couple-ly with one of your friends, especially the guys, your fans would go nuts.

“is she dating him?”, “i knew they were together!” were the very common comments you would get when posting pictures with you and another footballer, who happened to be one of your very good guy friends, _(insert male name)_ , whom you hung out with quite often. you decided that one day you were sick of the comments, and posted something for pride, saying that you were proud to be a queer woman. lo and behold, that did not stop the comments.

lady luck must have been on your side for your team has been nothing but incredibly supportive of you coming out. at the same time, one of your teammates took this chance to snag you, and surprise, surprise. you fell head over heels for the woman and have been dating ever since.

you have decided to lay low for the first few months, trying your hardest not to post anything that would make the fans suspicious. however, one day you decided had enough of the speculations.

it was a lazy saturday, you and elisa were out at a quaint neighbourhood cafe having brunch, just enjoying the warm summer weather. it had been a few days after your 6 month anniversary, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. so, as sneakily as you could, you snapped a picture of her looking off into the distance, watching the kids at the playground goofing around with a small smile. too bad your phone wasn’t silenced, so a loud shutter sound was made and caused elisa to whip her head around.

she locks eyes with you, and you must have had the guiltiest expression on your face, because she immediately broke out in laughter. “what are you doing baby?” she laughs harder as your face reddens, her taking your hand in hers and rubbing small circles with her thumb.

“you just looked really good okay!” you defend yourself defiantly, showing her the photo that you took. she gives you a knowing look, before turning away to continue looking at the scenery around, a small smirk on her lips. there was a comfortable silence amongst you two, but your mind started to wonder. for a while now, you’ve been meaning to ask elisa about announcing your relationship. you were sick and tired on hiding things and being so secretive, but you were scared. you enjoy the privacy, the intimate looks given to each other across the room, the subtle electrifying touches on the pitch when you’re standing next to each other. you just don’t want to ruin things-

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” elisa breaks you out of your thoughts, head tilted slightly to take a look at you. you were oddly silent for a while, and when elisa turned back around to see what you were doing, you were just staring into space, a dazed look on your face.

you swallow dryly, taking a deep breath. “i think i want to announce our relationship.” you say quickly, averting eye contact with her. you felt her hand tighten around yours, interlocking your fingers with hers. you look up at her timidly from your lap, and you see lines of worry etched onto her face. her brows furrowed slightly, her mouth in a taunt line.

“are you sure about this?” she questions, concern clear as day in her voice. she knew about your past, and you were the one who was more worried about the relationship compared to her. now that you were bringing this up, she had every right to be concerned.

“well, i’m just sick of people thinking i’m dating that meathead. i’m not. i’m dating you. you’re the one i love.” the moment the last sentence left your mouth, elisa swore her heart skipped a beat.

“a-are you very sure? there’s no going back after you announce this you know?” she looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty or hesitation, but all she saw was determination.

“i’m sure, baby.” you smile at her, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of her hand. at that moment, elisa was so proud of you. you have come so far, and she knew how big of a step this was for you — to publicly announce that you were in a relationship with another woman.

“i’m proud of you, mon amour.” she wore a warm smile, eyes crinkled, the midday sunlight hitting her facial features just right. you pick up your phone to snap a picture, and this time you did not shy away from her, even asking her to give you her best smile.

before you left the cafe, you quickly posted it, tagging her and titling the caption as “the love of my life, @/elisadealmeida5. mon amour.🤍” of course, the fans were not impressed, but you didn’t care, for you were finally proud to be loud about your identity and your relationship, and the press and media are not going to get in the way of that.

later that night, as you lay in bed with your head on her chest, you get a phone call from your good guy friend. elisa raises a brow at you, and you shrug, picking it up and putting him on speaker.

“yo what’s up! you’re on speaker by the way.”

“you just had to do a hard launch huh?” he cuts to the chase, tone teasing, but proud. you groan, your hand coming up to cover your face.

“ugh c’mon! they were shipping me with you out of all people!” you tease back, looking at elisa who was staring at you, admiration in her eyes. you give her a soft smile, pressing a small kiss on her cheek.

“yeah, yeah, i know. proud of you, short stack. tell elisa i said hi!” and with that, he hung up. not long after, you received an instagram notification where he replied to your post. “i told you so.. what a man child.” you read his comment and smile knowingly, and put your phone away, turning around to face elisa again when she grabs your face and kisses you hard. you gasp into the kiss, melting into her lips. when she pulls away, she leans her forehead against yours, you panting slightly.

“i’ll say this again and again, and i know you’ll grow tired of it, but i’m so proud of you, mon amour, don’t forget that.” she finishes her sentence with another passionate kiss to your lips, smiling into the kiss.

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #elisa de almeida fluff #elisa de almeida psg #lgbtqia #psg feminines x reader #psg feminines #psg women #psg football #psg #woso fluff #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #wlw #wlw post #wlw love

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ch0lwrld · 7 months

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10:04 PM (pt. 1)

pairing: soobin x f!reader

genre: f2l, idol au, pure fluff

summary: soobin and you have been friends since predebut. his busy schedule often clashed with yours but you guys always made time for your monthly dates. though.. they have been feeling a little more.. different.

a/n: had this idea for a little bit and thought it was cute! at first when i was writing it i didnt hit save so i almost $&@“ but we’re okay now i tried to scavenge as much as i could of what i wrote but i still wish i had what i put before 😭😭 I'll probably continue to edit this after it's published but let me know what you think!

☆ read pt.2 here!

“hold it like this…. yeah exactly!” he says as he positions your hands to the angle he wants. he's always been peculiar about his photos but it made this moment all the more endearing.

“i know how to take photos, binnie” you say with a chuckle. soobin had stopped you both in the middle of your walk to the gelato shop you bugged him about before you both went to dinner. you had saw it scrolling through your feed and immediately begged him to come with you. of course, he couldn’t deny you. you guys had already been past due on your monthly hangouts. so you didn’t mind the little detour and if being behind the camera meant spending more time with him, then you’d take it.

“yeah but these ones need to be instagram worthy. how else will moa fully appreciate my charms?” he looks at you expectantly.

“just sit down.” you say playfully, “i’m sure moa will cherish any photo you post.” it was true, he had a strong fanbase and you always entertained yourself with the various emotions the comment section would go through.

soobin takes your advice and begins to strike a few poses on the cement bench while you crouch to take his best angles… which is all of them. seriously, how can a guy be so… hot and cute at the same time. you’d never tell him that though, his ego is already through the roof.

although you acknowledge he is quite attractive your friends say otherwise. no matter what you say, they have convinced themselves you're smitten, but you deny it. I mean, how could you like soobin? sure, maybe it’s cause you’ve been friends for so long, knowing soobin before his debut. you had always appreciated supporting him from the sidelines and don't want it any other way... he’d always tell you about his day like how work went from the lengthy practices he'd power through to meetings with producers and you’d always be there to listen. being the good friend that you are you can confidently say you're a fan of his group. you’ve even watched his performances and admired just how he could do all that.. how you had someone as amazing as him and to call him your friend. you wanted to support him in any way you could even if it meant just moments like these hearing about all of his accomplishments and what he’s working on next.

after what seems like forever he asks to see the photos you took, jogging up to your now standing position. you can feel the slight ache in your ankles, buckling at the knees a bit but you ignore it. turning his phone slightly to face him. he chooses, against your weak heart, to hover just above your shoulder. you can feel his breath fan aross the expanse of ur neck and it sends involuntary shivers down ur spine. the warmth mixed with the cold weather only adding to the feeling.

“what do you think?” you ask softly, still affected by the ever closing distance.

“that i need a new personal photographer” he says in a dull tone.

you take a step back to look at him, jaw slacked and in awe of his blatant response.

“hey! i never said i was good plus its free labor”

“yeah not the best service i have to give it a 4 out of 10” he says. he continues to berate your less than average photography skills. but yet, the photos you take of him always end up on his #monthlysoobin updates.

“if i wanna be nice… maybe ill boost you up to a 4.5 who knows”

“you're such an ass”, a pout growing on your lips as you face away from him. you don’t see it from your new position, but his grin only grows wider.

cute.

“come on,” he says. “let’s go get that gelato you wanted, i need my sugar fix” and he takes your hand in his, tugging you towards the direction of the gelato shop. you only stare at your now intertwined hands, cheeks flushing at the feeling.

oh, if only you knew.

#fluff #kpop #txt #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #soobin #soobin fluff #soobin x reader #soobin x y/n #txt fluff #idol au #txt imagines #txt x reader

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canaidliafail · 1 year

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Stay grounded

streamer Abby x streamer f!reader 🌿

[part 1 ]. [part 2]

Not proof read like at all. pure crap. Im just horny had an idea and wrote it down. enjoy tho~ MDI cause it will get explicit in later chapters

CW: college exams, weed

“fuck, give me a caption”

“I like tits”

“literally fuck you”

you mumbled and your friends laughed, enjoying your misery. You stared at the blank space below your post and pursed your lips in concentration. Eventually you started typing cringing at every word

“trying some new products ˖◛⁺ ⑅ ♡”

and pressed “post” on the photo tossing your phone on the other side of the couch defeated. Been a presence online sure had its fun but you were also filled with the existential dread that people knew you “existed”

150k people to be exact. not much but more than you ever expected to get from your hobby. You usually posted your figurine collection from the most recent games you streamed with the occasional over the top pic of you dolled up and in clothes styled to fit the game of the month which unsurprisingly always over performed in statistics.

you had been doing this for a good two years now give or take and it was a wild turn of events considering how quickly and well your career took off. You loved the financial comfort but hated how exposed you constantly felt.

“Don't you have a stream tonight?” your friend,june, asked and you shook your head rubbing your face and squeezing your eyes shut to hopefully get rid of the persistent ache

“No, I'm resting for the week. Told them I have exams or whatever”

she passed you the blunt and you took a few puffs in silence staring into space

“Mind if I put on some music?”

“no go ahead” you mumbled and went to the kitchen to make coffee as you heard the first notes of mr.kitty after dark play in the living room.

“We need to go on a trip somewhere”. June said and Cassie agreed

“trip? where?” you shouted loud enough to be heard across the halls

“I don't know man but like, leave this town for a bit. Remember how fun we had on our last trip ?”

you smiled. Italy was fun. England was insane and Germany was borderline a fever dream. all three unique and all three with a romantic disappointment that entertained your friend group for months and you had to admit you had been craving leaving your city for a while now. Had it not been for the fact that you were on your last semester at college you would be somewhere else every other week -without any romantic endeavors-

You made the quickest shittiest coffee and went back to the living room sitting on the floor “Once Im done with exams we can go anywhere you want” you promised. Your phone pinged the flash going on and off

“What the fuck”

“Im suing for optical damage”

they yelled and grabbed your phone tossing it your way and you all but laughed

“Sorry sorry my bad forgot to turn off flash alerts”

You tapped your screen and almost choked on your coffee fumbling to unlock your phone the lyrics blurring in the background until they became a numbing buzz

staygrounded69 just made a new post

you tapped the icon and saw the new photo. You couldn’t quite understand what it was about her but she had you hooked and entirely captivated. It wasn’t a crush but you always found yourself checking for new posts or streams.

Abby, known by her public name staygrounded was a gamer who streamed here and there. In a more a casual stream she eventually explained that her nickname was a jab by her friend when she asked for ideas and he said “staygrounded, get it? cause of your fear of heights?” and it just stuck by.

That wasn’t why she had blown up though. No it was due to her coming out as a lesbian and that fueled every female straight and not. She was after all, a tall muscular woman with beautiful blonde hair and a face with unique features that deserved appreciation in the form of oil paintings and perhaps a face seating

you shook your head trying not to let your mind fall too deep into hopeless thirsty thoughts and admired the new photo. a casual gym pic. Fuck she wasn’t even flexing her muscles or anything. she wore the baggiest grey sweatpants with a black hoodie and a black cap with her braided hair and the lower half of her face peaking through sitting on a bench casually

and yet you felt weak. you bit your lower lip and chewed on it a little

“Cotton????” your friends called out to you by your streamer nickname and snapped their fingers. you looked up feeling your cheeks heat up

“aaah did she post?”

“mhm” you nod excitedly and went back to looking at the photo. You tapped the share button and posted it on your story leaving a small note

“her <3”

not been shy of publicly “aPprEciAtiNg” her since she was hell of a popular figure and would for sure not see your reshare.you let out a sigh and june smirked

“what ails you my victorian maiden”

“I love women” you said dreamily and took a sip of your coffee

“Wish they loved you back” Cassie bit and you grabbed your pillow and went over to her “oh you’re dead” you barked and she laughed as you started playfully smothering her with the stuffed item.

“alright time for me to bounce” june said first and grabbed her things “my teacher will probably be up my ass for coming so late” she groaned and you looked at the time “yeah I need to also get going”

“sucks to suck. Ill go take a nap” Cassie said and grabbed her things.

you and June both had afternoon classes while Cassie was happily a drop out who did seasonal work and rested during winter. The two of you were very visibly jealous of her not having to deal with the pain of exams.

“Yeah yeah get over yourself” June said jabbing her at her sides and Cassie yelped running in front of her, June chasing her down the stairs and you being the last one to leave the apartment to lock the door.

•••

You were in class when it happened. Your week ended with a babging 3 hour lecture entirely dedicated to pattern making. You were ready to grab the scissors and stab yourself to end this. You friend also seemed to slowly wither away while your teacher remained as chipper as always

“Now regarding coats-“ she continued and you pushed your chair away from the desk softly getting up to grab fresh paper to start copying the notes she was starting to draw on the board

You spread it out on your desk and grabbed the ruler and pencil and started measuring a No.44 coat purposefully being slower than usual so that you wouldn’t have to do much work. Your brain was squeezed dry for the day and this class was always the most difficult

you grabbed your phone to take a picture of the finished measurements and pattern on the board to have it for later. You opened the camera and zoomed in ready to take a pic

staygrounded69 liked your story

came the first notification and you fumbled with your phone as it nearly fell off of your hands. You sat down on your chair and stared at the icon for a hard long minute not wanting to tap it and see just a fan account instead. You decided to stay delusional

staygrounded69 liked your post

a few minutes later came another few notifications and then that was it. You opened your page and tapped the username that led to her profile.

holy shit

it really was her

its fucking her

You breathed in quitting her page and tapping her username again still in disbelief. She saw your photos. She had specifically liked the ones with your face in.

“Refrain from using your phones in class” your teacher reminded you and you were snapped back into reality

right patterns

coats

you shoved your phone in your bag and tried to focus on the sheet in front of you. for the remaining half hour you faked working on the class assignment and pretending to draw lines and correct them and the second your professor dismissed you, you bolted out of the class and grabbed your phone and checked for any new notifications. There was none and you tried to ignore the soft pang of disappointment that filled your chest.

You did hope she would follow you back or something but that was ridiculous considering how famous she was and by your knowledge she only followed her friends the she hang out with outside her online careers which was a dreadfully low number of people meaning there was no reason for her to follow you

you called june “you won't believe what happened”

“Oh my god. Its about that hot beefy streamer isn’t it?”

“Yes yes it is!”

and you heard screaming on the other line till the mic peaked and muted her out entirely. You gave her a few moments of squealing till she was back on the line ready to question you

“spill. what happened? Did she see your story? did she reply to it?”

“alright no nothing that important but-“

“oh come onnnn”

“BUT!” you interrupted and she waited for you to continue

“but she liked two of my pictures. You know what this means? it means she went through my page and liked two of my pictures June!”

“Wow oh my she will propose to you. She is so in love oh god”

You kept hyping up each other’s delusions all the way to your bus station

“did she text you ? any other notifications?”

you pulled your phone away and checked your page.nothing new so far

“no nothing yet, oh my bus is here”

“alright keep me updated if anything happens”

you hung up and walked inside the vehicle and sat on a plastic seat daydreaming of every possible scenario between you and Abby. However the more you sat the more the high of the excitement wore off and the more you settled back into your usual sorrowful self

ok and? she liked your posts. hell she is probably a player and likes every cute girls posts

you thought and sank further into the seat drowning in the soft music playing from your headphones. you tapped your foot on beat and rested your head against the cold misty windows of the bus. You started lying to yourself pretending this didn’t affect you much and that you'd be over her by tomorrow

You walked back home and tossed your bag carelessly near the shoe rack while taking off your boots and coat in one go leaving them on the floor not caring to tidy up. You went to the sofa and turned on your ps4 feeling excited that you finally had a few hours to dedicate to yourself

You logged into assassin’s creed valhalla ready to continue. This was your third play through and the only game you refused to play on stream. You liked keeping it as a way to comfort yourself and disassociate. You were planning on eventually getting tge ¼ scale Eivor statue that cost the not so humble amount of 1,2k $. Until you were ready to commit to such an expense though you settled for seeing your favorite character in game and left the statue in your wishlist amongst the other figurines you wanted to get

in between enjoying the game you checked the time and remembered today was Abbys turn to stream. You hated to admit that you had purposely made a schedule around hers so that you wouldn’t miss any time she went live, good example being now. You unlocked your phone leaving her stream open waiting for it to start while simultaneously running around in the forest, leisurely exploring the areas in your game

“Hey everyone! Can you all hear me fine? musics not too loud?”

came abbys voice and you snapped your head to your phone looking at her. fuck she was wearing that grey sleevless tank-top again

“Todays stream will be more chill. thought we could just catch up and chat a bit. I ugh had a long day at the gym”

she continued in her usual timid tone. On first look you would never think a woman like her would be so damn shy but she was. Or maybe it was just the camera and audience that caused her to be a bit more chaotic. Its not like you knew what she really was like behind the lens.

“Oh hey Alice nice to see you again!” she said taking her time to greet most of the people viewing her

“Oh we have Nora and Manny in the chat too” she said with a soft laugh. Nora. Oh you knew Nora. Abby usually posted with two women. Both seemed to be friends with her but could equally be suspected to be her girlfriend. One was Nora. They went to the same gym together and often hung out on stream. The second one was Ellie. Another streamer who in the beginning had a very well known hatred towards Abby until one day they miraculously made up and started occasionally hanging out.

not that it mattered to you if either of them was dating Abby…

“Next games? hm..Im not sure. Any suggestions”

you hesitated. You were a silent watcher most days. actually you had never said a damn word other than a donation to her stream and when she called you by your username back then to thank you, you felt so embarrassed that you decided to be one of the lurkers in her stream. Must have been a year ago or so when no one knew you either so there wasn’t a big deal made out of your name being mentioned. You felt stupid for even considering that anyone knew you at all to care if you left a comment. Even in the slim chance that your audience overlapped no one would really bother making a big deal out of it

“Have you tried ac valhalla?” you looked at your comment again and again till deciding to press send and then wait

“yeah not sure about that one..” she seemed to be reading and expanding a bit on which games she considered giving it a go or not. You felt a bit of relief thinking your comment was lost in the sea of others and resumed your game only to pause it shortly after

“Cotton? heh, cute nickname…I haven’t tried any of the assassins creed games but Ill check it out” You heard and your hands started to shake in excitement your ears burning from the heat.

Its not like Abby had any unique accent but the way she said your nickname made you twirl your hair and giggle to yourself. You grabbed your phone again

“oh really? she is?” you heard abby say and you read the comments the excitement turning into plain horror and mortification when you saw people start to recognise you and tease you for recommending the game they had probably seen you continuously post on your stories for a year straight. You exited the stream in shame and gently put your phone on the coffee table continuing your game.

I will end it all for real

this was my last straw

By the time the embarrassment of this minor inconvenience wore off You were in the middle of finishing the Granterbridge arc when you decided to post another story with a short caption regarding the characters. Your phone slowly started going off with notifications with people responding to your story and being in a sour mood you decided to mute it and continue your game till you fell asleep on the couch. The only reason you woke up was because you actually had a really shitty sofa with the thinnest pillows that did nothing to shield you from the hard wooden planks beneath.

You groaned in pain and looked at the screen of your Tv. Your ps4 was on rest mode and at 4.00 am you couldn’t be bothered to do anything about that so you just grabbed your phone and walked to your bedroom quickly going through the unusually vast amount of notifications in case there was something from your friends that you had missed

you stopped in front of your bedroom door and rubbed your eyes. your mind was blank. it was 4.00 am

you read the notification again

staygrounded69: hi

••••

heres my ko-fi tip jar if you enjoy my work 🤍

#abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson #tlou2 #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n

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poppurini · 1 year

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[ m.draconia ] ﹫name tagged you in a post.

malleus n gn reader

minor dorm mal personal story spoiler, typing lilia’s line physically hurt me you’ll know what i mean, not proof read, 终于敢继续写故事型的作品了我真他妈的紧张请见谅

Many nights have passed since that incident happened. That night where he unintentionally upset Lilia by breaking his phone out of—goodness, he can’t even bring himself to say it—blatant jealousy. Now that he thinks back to it, it is rather foolish. He knew how deeply Lilia valued that electronic device, too.

But, he’s not entirely at fault, now is he? He is a dorm leader as well, he should be in that photo Kalim took. Well, yes, he did not attend that day—or any other meetings, really—but it wasn’t his intention to appear frivolous and skip important discussions, he is not like Kingscholar. He was just never notified.

Seeing everyone in a group photo without you, where you should belong in as well, doesn’t set a good feeling in one’s chest. He may not consider them as particularly close individuals, but it still inflict some sort of pain and insult to his pride.

He doesn’t wish to be seen as one of their own, because he simply isn’t but oh, when will he finally be included and not forgotten? Worse, remembered but not worth the effort to include in?

Ding!

Hm? His phone’s screen brightened. The…notif, as Lilia called it, in this device is quite loud and unpleasant to the ears. He ought to ask for Lilia’s help in changing it some time soon. Is he finally getting notified for a meeting? Malleus hope it’s easily accessible unlike last time which caused him to wait a total of three hours in different locations all for no one to show up.

Malleus sighs, It is not regarding the meeting. Were they perhaps serious about not inviting him to any more dorm meetings? However, this confusion was quickly brushed away to the back of his mind. Replaced by a light and pleasant feeling when he sees your name, accompanied by some numbers, which he recognised as your birthdate.

Magi…cam. The bolded letters show. This must be from the Magicam app. That’s right, his child of man assisted him in making one. Actually, he think he was forced, but he doesn’t complain. Nothing really came from the app after so he forgot its existence for quite a while. It is so complicated to navigate, too.

[ m.draconia ] ﹫name tagged you in a post.

This formatting looks…rather familiar than the one he saw on Lilia’s phone that day. The only thing that has changed was the bracketed name and the name behind a symbol that resembles the letter ‘a’ rather strangely.

“Could this be…?” Malleus hums, eyes widening in anticipation and tapping the bar, brows raising when a number pad appeared instead. Magicam doesn’t look like this, from what he recalled. Just then he remembers Lilia’s words.

“Place a password for your privacy! Just four numbers is enough. Most humans put something memorable, like their birthday! But Malleus you can put whatever.”

His birthday doesn’t mean anything much to him, personally. However, yours…

The device was unlocked and Malleus successfully opened the Magicam app. His lips parted in surprise, then quirked in amuse. What greeted him back was a picture of the two of you. Himself and his child of man. Yes, he does remember taking some pictures with you just a few days ago.

The caption—he hope he got it correct—was ‘photo dump with ﹫m.draconia <3’ he does not know what ‘less than three’ is to resemble or if it has anything to do with your apparent photo dump. The pictures you put are more than three. He’ll have to ask Lilia later, or maybe he could utilise this opportunity to approach you?

Still, Malleus was ecstatic. He was finally mentioned in a good light for the first time throughout his three years in Night Raven College by someone other than his retainers. His chest feels tight with excitement.

Ding!

﹫liliaa0101 commented

liliaa0101 You two look absolutely slay in here! 😉👍🏻

What does this mean.

#malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #gn reader

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just-imagine-that · 1 year

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Ateez Reaction - He Defends You

I was gonna write a Monsta X reaction... but Halazia got me fucked up, SO HERE'S ATEEZ AGAIN!!

Started running out of scenarios, so some might be similar

All gifs are from Pinterest

WARNINGS: FEMALE!READER, Fluff, Angst

Seonghwa

"Is she you're girlfriend? You can do better."

The moment this so called "fan", said that, he was ready to throw down, cause, let's be honest, he doesn't have the patience for anyones bullshit. But, obviously, he can't just get in a fight in public, so he tried his hardest to contain himself, getting angrier with every passing moment this kid was talking shit about you, especially when he saw the way you shrunk and hung your head at what they were saying. When he finally felt like he was gonna burst, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and spoke, too calmly for comfort.

"If you think 'better' is you, I have some news. (Y/n) is the most kindest, beautiful, and lovely girl I have ever met, all things you, obviously, aren't. No one is better than my (Y/n), especially not you."

Hongjoong

Ya'll were doing a Vlive together as a way of revealing your relationship, and, for the most part, the comments were Atiny being supportive of their leader and saying you guys were the cutest couple ever. Then came a few awful comments, of course, you guys chose to ignore them as well as you could, but there was one person who just kept sending in hate, and he eventually got annoyed at the person.

"And then we- Ya! Stop spamming with that nonsense!" He yelled, laughing slightly in annoyance.

He immediately picked up his phone when the person didn't stop.

"I'm reporting and blocking you, and anyone else who has anything awful to say about (Y/n) is gonna get reported and blocked, too!"

Yunho

Was so confused when he saw some hate comments on his new post on Insta. He posted a pic of you and him in a Lady and the Tramp style photo, both of you smiling and blushing as a spaghetti noodle was between your teeth on both ends, saying that he was in a relationship and how happy he was to be with you. The moment he saw one bad comment, he became a bit upset; why were people so mad at him being happy? It was just small stuff at first, but then some started getting really violent, to which he knew he had to step up and talk about.

"I noticed some... not so nice things being said on my recent post on Instagram," he started off, looking through the comments of the Live he was doing, "How can you call yourself a fan if you don't like me being happy? (Y/n) is such a nice person, and did nothing to deserve your hatred!"

Yunho's voice started wavering as he teared up, the fans noticed and immediately took his side in the matter, because they knew, if Yunho was with you, you must be a lovely person. After he talked a little more about the matter, all the Atiny's comforted him and reported anyone who would try and start shit. He smiled at all the support from Atiny, his eyes red from the tears he spilled earlier. God, he loved you and Atiny so much!

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were at a local café early in the morning, so makeup for either of you was not happening until after you got home. You were both waiting for your orders, sitting at a small window bench, talking about what you've both been up to recently, when a girl came up to Yeosang, obviously a fan. Wanting to give your boyfriend some time with the fan, you scrolled through some reels on Instagram, until you heard him say your name.

"Ah, this is my girlfriend!" Yeosang exclaimed to the fan, gesturing towards you with a huge smile.

The fan glanced at you and gave you a tight lipped smile, quite obviously judging you. Before you could say hello, you heard yours and Yeosangs order being called. You quickly told him you'd run over and get your breakfast before giving him a quick peck on his cheek and speedwalking towards the front counter.

"I can't believe you're dating her, she's so ugly, can't you see the scars on her face?" The 'fan' questioned, a disgusted look on her face.

Yeosang looked at her in shock at her words. How could someone possibly say that about your beautiful face? He pulled a face before he spoke.

"If you haven't noticed, my face isn't exactly flawless either. Nobody's faces are perfect, and besides, you have a scar on your face too! A bit hypocritical, you think? Now.. please leave us alone."

San

The boys were doing an interview when the topic of girlfriends came up, and everyone immediately looked at San, saying he had a girlfriend. A bright smile came onto his face at the thought of talking about you publicly, this was his moment to tell all of Atiny how happy he was in this relationship!

"Yeah, I'm dating someone right now, her name is (Y/n)! Actually some of Atiny might recognize her, she is a Youtuber, and I was in a few of her videos!" San said, excitedly.

"The one who does Mukbangs? Don't you think she eats a little too much?" The host asked.

San's smile dulls at the question, annoyed at the host of the interview. The rest of the boys glanced between San and the interviewer, knowing that he should not have asked such a question.

"No, not at all, she eats what she can handle, she knows not to eat more than she can. And if she does have food left, it's given to me or one of the others," San explained.

The host flushes in embarrassment, thinking at least one of the boys would agree, "Ah, alright, moving on then!"

Mingi

A clothing brand had contacted you to do some modelling, but you weren't comfortable with going alone, so you asked the photographer if it was okay for your boyfriend to come and watch, to which the photographer had said yes, because it was totally understandable that someone you were close with might make you a bit more comfortable in a room full of strangers.

The moment the photographer saw Mingi enter the room, all thoughts of you being the model were out the window. Without asking, he tugged Mingi over to the set to take some pictures. Your shocked gaze was caught by Mingi, to which he shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

"You are the perfect model," the guy said, "(Y/n), we don't need you anymore, you can just sit back and watch!"

Your eyes widened in even more shock, your posture straightened in offence. They asked you here to model, but because of who your boyfriend is, they basically kicked you out of the deal! Mingi immediately noticed how upset you were and walked towards you, linking your arm in his.

"Look, this was supposed to be her photo shoot, not mine, and it shocks me how quick you were to abandon your deal with her for someone else. If that's how you treat your models, I don't think either of us will be coming back here for any future brand deals. We're leaving, don't contact either of us ever again."

Wooyoung

Vlives with Wooyoung were always so chaotic when you were on with him. One moment you're talking about things like food and working out, next ya'll are exposing each others embarrassing moments, playfully trying to cover each others mouths to stop the other from embarrassing them further.

At one point you and him were talking about your favourite foods, to which you had a hard time answering, 'cause there are way too many foods to choose from. All the food talk was starting to make you hungry, so you quickly snuck away to grab some snacks from the nearest convenience store.

As the comments flooded in, Wooyoung was happy with the amount of love Atiny were showing you, but, of course, someone had some bullshit to say.

"No wonder she is always thinking about food, look at he- yAH, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! (Y/N)'S WEIGHT IS FINE JUST THE WAY IT IS, SHE'S BEAUTIFUL THE WAY SHE IS!!" Wooyoung exclaimed, his voice getting higher.

Suddenly the door opens, you walk in with a bag full of snacks.

"Ah, Jagiya, let me help," he said calmly.

He glanced back at the screen with a small glare before heading over to help you unpack.

Jongho

We all know our maknae is strong as all hell, so when Atiny asked if he could pick up the boys one by one, of course he had to for Atiny. It just so happened that you had walked into the room when he had finally put Seonghwa back on his feet, the last member to be caught in his arms bridal style.

Yeosang glanced between the live camera and you, an idea in his head, whispering it to your boyfriend before giving him a thumbs up in encouragment. As you walked into the camera frame, Jongho ran over to you, right arm grabbing you by your waist, his left coming down to the back of your knees, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms.

You screamed in surprise, laughing right after the shock of the situation set in. He sat yoy down on the ground quickly, laughing with you.

A few minutes passed during the live and Jongho was on his phone, going through comments currently coming in.

"Her scream and laugh are so piercing, I think my ears are bleeding!" A fan commented.

Jongho straightened up after reading the comment, "Ai- don't overreact, it wasn't that bad, in fact, I find it very cute!"

"Can't be worse than Wooyoung's," Yeosang added with a snicker.

"YAH!"

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gav1whore9 · 1 year

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Reader getting jealous that a girl is flirting with gavi?? 🌸

Jealousy, jealousy

Pablo gavi x reader

Warning: smut

Authors note: thank you for all the support and the requests I will be posting more and I hope you enjoyed the first one and I hope that you will like this one even better. I wasn’t sure if this is a smut request so this wo will be light but will still have some smut. (I’m so sorry that I turned out so long) Enjoy 💕🧚🏼‍♂️

I was very nervous because today is my first time going to a barcelona event with Pablo as his official girlfriend I went with him a couple times before but this is a very important event and there will be a lot of people and fans of Pablo and I am very nervous for their reaction

I got ready and put on a black dress with matching prada high heels and a Prada bag I wore my hair in a sleek ponytail

when my phone rang I knew it was pablo

,,Hola preciosa I just wanted to say that I'm already here” ,,ok I'm on my way see you soon”

the ride was quite comfortable and pablo also calmed me down a bit and told me not to worry and complimented me the whole time

——————-Timeskip————————

the event went really well pablo was by my side the whole time and took care of me we were just on our way out when we were told that photos will now be taken and the players have time to take photos with the fans and sign autographs

when it was our turn to take the photos i panicked a bit because there were so many cameras and lights pablo grabbed my hand and said ,,don't worry i'm with you”

I immediately felt better when some pictures were taken of the two of us they camera men started yelling at me because they wanted pictures of Pablo alone and I should go away

I got a little offended but then I stepped aside because pablo is the peeson they wanted to see

after the pictures were taken i went to pedri because he was already done with the fans and pablo still wanted to take pictures with the fans and i didn't want to come with him because i didn't want to disturb him

i talked a bit with pedri about the evening and all but after a while i couldn't take my eyes off pablo he was just about to take pictures with a group of girls and they hugged him and some of them kissed him on the face too and he just laughed

That's when I got really mad. I'm a very jealous person when it comes to my boyfriend and he was aware of that too. He also looked over at me a few times and gave me a lot of winks

but from this point i didn't really cared i was just pissed off and mad I just wanted to get away from here and go to sleep to forget about this event

after pablo was done we didn't say goodbye to the other players and went to the car the way there was completely silent nobody said a word after 15 minutes drive pablo put his hand on my upper thigh you i removed it immediately i was sooo pissed of he knew exactly what he was doing and still acted like nothing happened

when we got home i went straight to the bathroom because i didn't want to be near him after the shower i went into the bedroom only in my underwear to annoy him he saw it immediately because he was lying on our bed and i felt his eyes all over me body

,,uhh mamas looking sexy are you in a better mood again or are you still mad at me for no reason” Pablo said to me getting of the bad

What’s wrong with him for no reason???? He knew what he was doing so why is he acting dumb

,,Fuck of pablito” he knows I only call him pablito when I’m mad at him. He was now behind me cause I was facing the dresser he touched my waist and went up and down my body with his hands and started kissing my shoulder and slow going up my neck and leaving hickeys

I was trying so hard not to moan

As he got to my ear he whispered ,, do I need to fuck the little attitude out of you”

At the same moment he pushed his whole body against your back and that’s Wehen you let out a loud moan out of frustration

,,Y/n I need words do you won’t me to fuck you yes or no”

,, omg yes please Pablo I need you”

His hands make their way around my waist, kissing my lips harshly and licking my under lip asking for permission. I open my mouth, making him stick his tongue into it.

I let out a tensed moan, as his large Hand wraps around my neck. We move to the bed, taking little steps.

Pablo lay’s me down, letting his hands run down my Breasts. ,, though you were mad at me mamas” he smirked at me I don’t say a word. Instead, I let my hands slide down his shirt, placing my hands under it a small gasp leaves his mouth, causing me to continue.

He places his lips back on mine, putting of his shirt. I dig my nails into his chest, feeling his erection trough his pants. He takes of my bra, giving my breasts a admired look.

While connecting our lips, Pablo’s hand Cups my my tit. The other one is running down my stomach, stopping at my waist line. I just let him and wrapping my hands around his neck. A loud moan leaves my mouth, as I feel his fingers on my wet core.

,,This pussy is so wet, I’ll destroy you tonight” his fingers making circles around my now swollen clit,making me whine.

He takes of my shorts quickly I moan again as I fell him spreading my legs apart. His body lowers, while his lips place kisses onto my stomach and thighs. His tongue is now flicking over my sensitive bundle of nerves. Three of his fingers thrust into my heat, making my legs go weak.

Pablo keeps eye contact, now sucking on my clit. My eyes roll back, as my head falls into the crook of my neck. My whole body is shaking due his magical touch. ,,Pa-blo! I’m cl-close” i shutter out, pushing his face into my core he groans against my entrance, sending vibrations trough my body.

I widen my eyes releasing into his mouth. Pablo licks me completely clean, before placing kisses onto my lips. I softly moan tasing my self.

,,You taste so good hermosa” he states, kissing my forehead. ,,why the fuck did you have to make me mad first before making me feel good” i wake him still a little mad about the event

,, because angry sex is the best kind of sex with you” he says, I just roll my eyes at him while laughing because his kind of right

#fotbal #gavi smut #gavi x reader #pablo gavi #smut #world cup #barcelona #jude bellingham

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whoishotteranimepolls · 8 days

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Poll analysis part 3

Well I haven't done one of these in a while because I've been focusing on the nicknames and funny tags post But we are definitely due for another one because I've definitely noticed a change and behavior. Plus we've had a lot more and fandoms requested so that might be a contributing factor.

Let's start with the unhinged trio. Think we're due for a lineup change there. It used to be JJK, Black Butler and Dorohedoro. However the latter two only go crazy over a certain character.

Jujutsu Kaisen definitely still deserves its spot There's a reason I picked them to be the first fandom to get a Nicknames and funny tags post in fact they need an update Desperately because you guys are still up to your same old unhinged antics. I've just been busy with other fandoms (one piece) that say even more outrageous crap in the comments

Now One Piece I think you guys took that nickname and funny tag post as a challenge to be as unhinged and creative with your tags as possible because every time I think you all can't possibly get any worse. Someone puts a tag that's even crazier and now I have to update that post with more tags and new characters again.

Now the third spot of the unhinged trio should probably go to Trigun because you guys can't stop talking about Wolfwood's slutty Catholic titties and Vash's snatched little slutty waist. Plus someone has sent a match up request of their weapons no less than three times even though the rules plainly state no weapons so I think we definitely qualify for unhedged trio territory.

My Hero Academia You guys only showed up for the bunny girl and I get it. She's hot. Or to crap on endeavor, that's about it.

Attack on Titan. I finally have found proof of life. The fandom might be in a coma, but at least there's a pulse I thought that fandom was dead but someone or group of people is sending in quite a few requests for that fandom.

And now on to Naruto my problem child fandom. I am not kidding You're the fandom that refuses us to send in photos, but will throw a tantrum if it's not the photo from the correct era of the anime even though I have no clue what you're talking about. Normally when people don't like the photo with any other fandom a dozen better photos of the character will randomly appear in my inbox. Not with the Naruto fandom. I get 10 hate messages saying it's from the wrong era of the anime and I should know that. But does anyone send me a better photo from the correct era of the anime? No. Well actually that's not entirely true the a few times this fandom has sent in replacement photos it's from when in the anime I know the characters are still 14 I've done way too much research into when in canon characters turn 16 and what particular character design/outfit marks that in the timeline for this particular show because of how much I feel like I can't trust this particular fandom as a whole to follow rules. So, remember people I can't read your mind and you are the only fandom that wants to throw a fit over photos like this. Plus the few times I have tried to address the issues with the photos and try to fix the problem you guys want to get combative and very aggressive in the comments. Plus I swear you all are allergic to rules because at least 70% to 80% of requests relating to your fandom have some sort of issue. Whether it's trying to bend the rules or just outright breaking them to massive formatting problems. No other fandom causes me this many headaches. So please for the sake of my sanity do better

Sorry about that. I needed to rant about my problem child fandom maybe now they will start behaving.

When it comes to formatting there is a group of about three people that made requests either everyday or every 2 to 3 days and it was the max amount of request/matchups they could do in a single day according to the rules. They did this the entire time the box was open so they had their formatting down to a science. So basically any fandom that these people requested a lot of had really good track records for formatting and not trying to blatantly break the rules. So One Piece, JoJo's, Attack on Titan and Avatar/Korra all have very good track records right now

But with most fandoms they do a pretty good job of following the rules. No one is as bad as Naruto. Now there are some common issues and major incidents I've had so I'll go ahead and list them below

The common issues are just forgetting to put the name of the show or spelling, but Google can normally figure that out so that's not a major problem or people submitting a character that is video game only and not part of the anime adaptation. Persona, pokémon and Tekken are The worst offenders when it comes to this. Other major issues that come up frequently are with character ages? But it's normally with characters that look like they're adults. So I really don't hold that against people. I'm just guessing that people didn't realize they're actually teenagers but hopefully that will not be as much of a problem but since I dropped the age down to 16.

Now recent issues I've had to address were formatting issues where it was bad enough that I couldn't make it out due to dyslexia. Trigun has tried to submit weapons no less than three times even though that is blatantly against the rules. Like I mentioned earlier Naruto likes to submit photos from when the characters are 12 to 14 that doesn't fit the rules especially when photos are available from the correct age range that do follow the rules. So those are the ones I use no matter how many times they throw temper tantrums. Dungeon Meshi has submitted a 14-year-old and Soul Eater submitted a 13-year-old and said they were 16 in the request. So they lied. Luckily someone told me so I was able to delete those polls quite quickly, but now I can't trust anyone. So if you ever wonder why it takes so long for me to empty out the request box this is why

Oh but good news, no one has submitted a request since I've closed the box I basically consider that a miracle because the last two times there have been people that have not cared that the box is closed. So let's keep it that way please. I don't mind questions, just no requests. The box is closed I still have like 150 more individual messages that have multiple poll requests on them to get through before I open it again

Well that's going to be all for this post again. And I hope at least someone found this entertaining or informative or at least something. There will probably be another one of these in the future

#poll analysis #fandom trends #not a poll

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monikashinswife · 6 months

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Hiiiiiiiii! So i love all your monika fanfics!!! Pls tell me there are still more to come!!!

But I would like to make a request for a fanfic of Hyowon 😭 pls im so deprived of her! Like the fem reader is an actress in hollywood but staying with Hyowon in korea and she goes on an instagram live and everyone is surprised. It also shows how sweet, caring, thoughtful and overprotective lip j is towards the reader.

Thank you so muuuuuch!!!

"The Korean"

(Lip J x Hollywood Actress! Reader)

・❥・time for our Sooni! been dropping few updates cause I think I'm gonna be inactive because school's starting again. Anygays, enjoy darlings!<3 Request inbox is open anytime<33 ⋆ ★

Flashes of the cameras and the overwhelming voices of the paparazzis triggers me, but like always. I have nothing to do. They are doing their job. But why is their job this horrible?

I understand that when you are a well known name. Paparazzis will follow, but doesn't make it less comfortable. They are still invading someone's personal space.

Fortunately, I got along with some of them. But it doesn't mean that this doesn't bother me. Just then, one of the paparazzi asked while I am walking towards the entrance of the airport.

"Where are you going? Are you gonna film another project?" He asked quickly. And I answered them robotically but still politely as I try to squeeze myself through many paparazzis.

I thank the guards for helping me. As much as I love being an actress. It's still very overwhelming especially now that I just finished another film that had me mentally challenged.

Going to South Korea would be my rest and escape. That country became my second home when Hyo Won took me there few years ago.

It became my home because it was hers. And because she is there.

I quickly became overwhelmed and noticed myself tearing up because of what just happened. I didn't know how I got to the plane but I'm glad I did. I sigh in relief as I look at the mesmerizing sight.

In order to distract myself I decided to read my book for a while. I was so immersed with the story that I forgot to message Sooni before we boarded. I figured that I'll do it when the plane landed.

I took some photos and continued reading the book that Hyo Won gave to me. I can already feel the stress leaving, I got so invested to the story that the flight felt like a few minutes.

Before I knew it, I'm already in Korea. I smiled as I walk to the airport with my suitcases and phone in hand. I decided to post some pics for my fans.

I continued walking after I posted, trying to find somewhere to eat before I messaged her that I'm already at the airport. But Sooni knows what time my arrival so she'd be here soon.

"Honey!" My head almost snapped because of how quickly I turned around when I heard her voice. "Sooni!" I giggled when I saw her running towards me. I immediately open my arms to be hugged by her.

"I missed you so much." I mumbled against her neck. She rubbed my back while kissing my hair. "I know, but you're here now." She comforted me softly. I nodded against her before parting our bodies.

"Let's go?" She urge softly when she noticed people recognizing us. I nodded and she helped me with my luggage. She drove us to her apartment, during the car ride, I was quite worried because of the silence.

It was comfortable yes, but my mind's making me think things. "Hey... you alright?" She must've noticed my internal battle. She put her free hand on my thigh, caressing it to bring comfort.

"Hmm?" I snap out of my thoughts to look at her concerned eyes for a moment. I hold her hand and bring it to my lips to assure her that I'm fine.

We reached her house. And she helped me get settled. She toured me around first, "where's the guest room honey?" I asked, I noticed her change of emotion.

"Here." She lead me to the room, opening the door for me. "Here's the guest room." I carefully watch her, noting how her voice suddenly sounded so distraught.

I chuckled before wrapping my arms around her neck. She tried to avoid my eyes by looking everywhere, "What's wrong?" she reluctantly turned to look at my doe eyes.

"It's just that-" she stopped herself, but I urge her by bringing my hand to cup her cheek. "I don't want you to sleep here." She hides her face in embarrassment.

"Just say you miss me." She tried to get away from me when I teased her. But before she could go anywhere, I hug her from the back.

"Stop~" annoyance can be heard in her voice, "Aigoo~ you baby" I make her turn around while my arms are still around hers. I missed this so much.

"I asked because I wanna know where I'll put my things." I explained and that made her loosen up before smiling widely.

"Ok!" She avoided me once again by taking care of my things. I laugh as I watch her set my things quickly and dragged me out of the guest room.

The entire day was spent really nicely, we cuddled on her couch and catch up on things and made plans for tomorrow.

I am laying on our shared bed, casually browsing through my phone. I knew that it was probably not a good idea to scroll through comments. But I did, I scroll to the comments on my latest post.

Luckily, it was all good. Fans are saying that they missed me already and and I thought it would be a good idea to go live for a quick update.

"Oh hi everyone." I wave my hand as I was trying to find a comfortable and nice position so I could record myself properly.

"How's everyone?" I read the comments, and they did not disappoint like always. They are so dear to me.

"Flight's good, some problems with going to the airport though." I updated them enthusiastically. I interacted with them. Joking and asking them things and vice versa.

"How's the korean?" I read out loud without thinking, I laughed as I realized the question. "It's been great." I answered carefully. I didn't even noticed Sooni entering the room. Not until she laid on top of me, her lower body on the bed and her arms wrapped around me.

She rested her chin on my chest while looking at me lovingly. Thinking that I'm talking to my friend. In instinct I played with her hair while reading the comments.

She adjusted and buried her face on my neck for a moment. I put the phone down when she reach for my lips. I cup her face our lips dance against each other passionately.

We made out, missing moments like this because it's really been a while. "Are you live?" She asked when we parted. I nodded and reached for my phone. The comments going wild because of our interaction.

"I'm screen recording"

"Did anyone heard the sounds? Or it's just me👀"

" the Korean is doing really great~"

We read the comments and look at each other with straight faces before bursting out of laughter. "That's gonna be my new nickname" Sooni said, shaking her head in fake sadness before burying her face on my neck again.

"My poor Sooni." I purred, teasing her. I constantly teased her during the live. We're both answering questions while Hyo Won is feeding me.

She casually fed me while I answered the questions that is directed to me enthusiastically. Hyo Won expresses her love through actions.

We took turns feeding each other, we talked with the fans. Even taking turn holding the camera, but when she noticed how it's hard to find a stable angle.

"Let me, love" she ask for the phone, then she took a tripod so it's less hassle. I am watching her endearingly as she sets up the phone.

Once it's done, she went back to her place. She's behind me. Her chin on my shoulder while her hands are wrap around me.

We continue the live like that. The fans took note of everything. For sure this would go big and some of them approving and accepting our relationship.

They were shocked because of the different sides of us are revealed. And they were the ones to witness it raw. They realize how both of us are being ourselves with each other and are happy that we are happy.

𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪

(not proofread and sorry for the ending. I am sleepy already)

#street woman fighter 2 #prowdmon #street woman fighter x reader #swf x reader #swf imagine #street woman fighter 1 #mannequeen #swf2 x reader #lip j #hyo won #wacking #lip j x reader #sooni x reader #jo hyo won x reader #lgbtq #sooni #jo hyo won

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xxstorywriterxx · 9 months

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Your local barista / Part 4

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

Thank you so much for your support! I´ll try to post updates every week!

This chapter is quite sad, sorry everyone haha. Look out for future parts ;)

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: fluff, drama, sadness, lack of self-worth

You placed the last fork on the table. Then you looked around the roof terrace to check if everything was set. It was a nice, warm evening. To your left was a small table with the dishes on it. To your right was a large and cozy lounge sofa with a coffee-table in front of it. Your roof terrace wasn´t huge but it had the perfect size to sit around with a few friends and enjoy nice silent nights, just like the one today. You had placed fairylights all over the place, which caused everything to be lit in a warm and cozy light. Some Jazz music was playing in the backround. The pillows and blankets on the sofa waited desperately for someone to finally lay back into them. Maybe tonight you wouldn´t be alone while doing so. Everything seemed perfect so you went back through the door into your kitchen. It smelled amazing in there. The Lasagne was ready to be served and you had already placed the side salad outside. Now you just had to wait for Larissa to arrive. You went to the bathroom to check your fit for the 6th time today. Isaac helped you picking out the perfect outfit yesterday. It was mainly black with some red detail hidden in it, like a few buttons. He wanted it to resemble Larissa´s red lipstick a little bit. You fixed a few hairs poking out when the doorbell rang. "Ok, here I go." You mumbled to yourself. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of Larissa´s dress. It was tight and black and reached just above her knees. She wore an elegant silver necklace and, of course, she had her red liptick on. Her hair was looking as gorgeous as everyday but this time she had a few sparkly pins in them, that looked like little diamonds when light fell on them. A slight breeze caused you to breathe in her smell. You felt numb. She was the definition of perfection.

"Hello, Darling. You look great! I really love your outfit!" She checked out your outfit for a few seconds with a crooked, sexy grin. "A- And so do you. I mean- Wow! I feel horribly underdressed in my own home!" You still tried to focus and not loose your mind. But the look she gave you combined with her wonderful smell really didn´t make it easy for you. "Thank you y/n. I love hearing that from you." "Trust me, I will never be able to say anything else about your looks." Larissa blushed a little. "Shall we go inside? I´ll give you a house tour." "Oh, yes. I would love that. I was wondering what your home would look like." Larissa stepped inside and you closed the door. "Well, here we go then!" You showed Larissa every room, told her a few stories about yourself when looking at certain photos, and stopped in the kitchen. "Wow, y/n. The food smells amazing! I can´t wait to taste it." She winked at you at the last sentence. "No worries. We will get to eat any minute. But you haven´t seen the highlight of my home yet." You then opened the door that led from the kitchen to your roof terrace. Larissa stepped out and looked around. Her mouth was slightly open and she seemed to love every detail she saw. "Wow." She said, stunned. "This is beautiful. Absolutley beautiful." She walked towards the railing and stroke over it. She seemed to be deep in her thoughts while still admiring her surrounding. You smiled while looking at this perfect picture. Nothing could ever capture the beauty of her. Nothing. You slowly turned back and grabbed the Lasagne from the kitchen counter. You placed it on the table outside and watched Larissa for a few seconds. Then you got up to her, placed a hand on her back while she was watching the sky and said "Common. Let´s eat something." Larissa smiled down at you, full of love. She nodded and the two of you headed back to sit down at the table.

Your dinner was amazing. The food was great, you were really happy with yourself, and the wine Larissa brought was very delicious. You talked about all sorts of things: your families, your childhood, places you would like to travel and work. Larissa told you more about being a shapeshifter and promised you to show you one day. Talking to her was so easy. You could tell both of you got more comfortable around each other and you felt like you could talk about anything. She told you more about Nevermore, her time as a student and what to expect as a teacher, in case you wanted to work there some day. Larissa even told you a bit more about her experience with Normies and other students, when she was younger. How she feared rejection. How she felt like she was never good enough. And how she thought for a long time no-one would like her for who she was, but rather for her abilities. You on the other hand talked about your fears and struggles you went through in your hometown. It was amazing how you could talk for ages without getting bored. Larissa was truly breath-taking. When you were fnished with dessert you both decided to move to the sofa. At first you just sat next to each other, a bit stiff even. But after a while you both relaxed and moved closer to each other. You now sat next to each other, faces just a few centimeters apart and holding hands. You both laughed about a story you´ve told from work. You haven´t felt this happy and relaxed for years and you were enjoying every bit of it. But there was something on your mind you just couldn´t let go. "Larissa?" you asked after a minute of silence. "Hm?" she looked at you with a dreamy smile. Your heart began to race. "Do you remember our car ride?" Larissa took a sip from her redwine. "Of course I do, my Dear." She took another sip and placed the glass on the coffee table. You took a deep breath. "Right. Well, I was wondering... you know, before I got out of the car we talked. And I- I said I liked you." You felt your head getting hot and your palms were getting sweaty. You were very nervous and scared to upset Larissa. She nodded and looked at you with a serious expression on her face. She was waiting for you to continue talking. You swallowed. "You know, after I said it, you said it back and-" "What did I say back?" Larissa looked at you, curious this time. She stroke your hand with her thumb while holding it. "You said you liked me too. And- God, why is this so hard?" You threw your head back and took a few deep breaths. Here goes nothing, you thought to yourself. "Larissa," you looked her deep in the eyes. "Tonight has been wonderful. I love spending time with you. I love seeing you everyday at work. And I really want us to hang out more. I wanted to spent time with you for quite a while actually but I was too scared to ask. You know, since I´m only the barista who serves you coffee every morning. But the last couple of weeks things felt... different. And on the car ride home I couldn´t help but telling you, that I- I- I liked you. And then you even said it back and..." You paused and took another deep breath. "Larissa, what did you mean when you said you would like me?" Larissa stared at you, suprised. "Pardon?" "I just wanted to know what it meant when you said it. How... do you like me? In which way? I kinda... need to know because I really... I just need to know what we are." You breathed heavily. It felt like you just ran a marathon. Larissa said nothing. She had turned her head away from you and watched the sky, which was filled with pink and purple clouds. "Oh," was the only thing that left her mouth. "Well, I guess..." Larissa shifted on her side of the couch. She seemed very nervous. Then she let go of your hand. "I mean, you´re a great person y/n. I love spending time with you. You know, I like you. I see you- You´re-" She didn´t look at you. She looked everywhere but at you. While she did, she played with the necklace around her neck. Her face had turned red. "You´re a great friend. And a great person. You know. That´s why- That´s why I like you."

Up until then you had felt your heart racing. Now it felt like it completely stopped moving at all. The warmth you have felt in your chest the entire evening, no, actually the entire week, was gone. Instead you felt cold. Empty. Numb, but in a different way than usual, when you were around Larissa. Larissa, who was still looking away from you and playing with her necklace. "Oh." It was you who said it this time. Your throat was dry. Your eyes were burning, you could feel them getting wet. "I see." You tried to control your breathing. You felt like crying but you stayed strong. You wouldn´t cry in front of her. You didn´t want to show your weakness. You didn´t want her to know, that she was your weakness, not this time.

You both remained silent. You had moved away from each other. Larissa finished her glass of wine and continued looking into the sky. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else. "I had a great night y/n. But- you know- it´s quite late. I should probably go now." You didn´t look at her. "Sure." You could tell that Larissa looked at you, but you couldn´t meet her eyes. It would be too painful. Then she got up from the sofa and took her glass into the kitchen. You didn´t move. "I already called an Uber," you heard her say. You swallowed. "Good. Yeah, it´s important you get home safe." You swallowed again, closed your eyes, took a deep breath and got up. Be strong, you told yourself. Just for a few minutes. You went into the kitchen and saw Larissa checking her bag in case she forgot anything. You looked at her and forced yourself to smile. She smiled back. A sad and nervous smile, unlike anything you had ever seen from her. You could see her hands shaking as she closed her bag. "My Uber is downstairs." You both just stared at each other. Sad, empty. "Ok." You nodded. "Ok," she said back. Then you both walked out of the kitchen and to the front door. "Be careful," you said to her. Larissa looked at you. She seemed to be hurt. Why on earth would she be hurt?, you asked yourself. "I will," she said. You looked up at her and smiled. But she didn´t turn around. She looked like she wanted to say something but just didn´t know how. Then she reached out her arm. Slowly she moved her right hand towards your left shoulder. The one she touched yesterday when everything was fine. You smelled her scent. You heard her breathe. She was just about to touch your arm when a car honked outside. Larissa pulled back her arm, opened the front door and looked at you one last time. "Thank you," she whispered. You thought you heard her say "Love" under her breath but for sure you just imagined it. You just stood there. You couldn´t move. You heard Larissa getting into the car and then she was gone. The sky was dark. The pink and purple clouds were nowhere to be seen. The wind was cold and you started to shake. What happened? How could something so wonderful turn into something so dark and hurtful? You were sure Larissa liked you back. You felt like a fool. Why? Why would she like you? You knew she could have anyone. Why should she want you? You fooled yourself. Saw signs that didn´t exist. Told yourself into thinking the moments you had were special. In the end she was just nice to her local barista. That´s who you are. A barista, a friend. You weren´t her lover and especially not her love-interest. How could you ever believe that?

You didn´t know how long you stood in your doorway but at some point you just turned around and got to bed. You didn´t bother to brush your teeth or to do the dishes first. Nothing mattered right now. You got out of your clothes and slipped under the blanket. You took a deep breath. And then it hit you. The pain. The embarrasement. The hope. The love. Your tears were hot, your head started to hurt and your eyes burned.

Sure. You weren´t a couple. You didn´t even officially date each other. But you dreamed about it for so long. And then you finally let your feelings get to you. You accepted them, started to flirt with Larissa. You allowed yourself to try to get closer to her, eventhough you were scared about getting rejected. You were so focused on her that you made yourself believe she would not see you as 'just a friend'. But she did.

The night was horrible. You had trouble falling asleep and when you finally did, you woke up after just a couple of hours. At some point you decided to just stay awake, but you didn´t leave the bed. The day was foggy and rainy. The trees outside your bedroom window seemed dark and sad. Just like you. You just layed in your bed and had no motivation to get out. At least you didn´t feel like crying anymore. At this point you felt embarrassed and were scared to meet Larissa on Monday morning. God. Maybe she didn´t recognize how hurt you were? Oh, forget it. You were never good at hiding your feelings. She definelty knows about your feelings, if she didn´t already guess. "I´m so embarrasing, oh my god," you said to yourself, hiding your face in your hands. You decided to check the time. You picked up your phone but the battery was dead. So, you took a look at the clock hanging over the bedroom door. It was 8:20am. You groaned and turned around in your bed. Then you heard the doorbell ring. Screw it, I won´t get up, you thought. Probably just the mail-man anyways. But then the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. This time it rang longer. "God damn it! Who rings a doorbell this often on a Saturday morning? Just leave the stupid parcel at my door!" You got out of the bed, took a quick look into the mirror, put on a black hoodie and opened the front door. It was raining heavily outside and the air was cold. You wanted to say sorry to the mail-man for letting him wait for so long. But it wasn´t the mail-man standing in front of you.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems fanfic #larissa x reader #larissa x you #lesbian #principal larissa weems #wednesday #fanfic #sapphic #larissa weems x reader #larissa x y/n #yourlocalbaristafanfic

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jxmis · 8 months

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Wish You Were Sober

Pairings: Rosé Park x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Roseanne Park have been best-friends for years now. Having finished wrapping up your show before blackpink's last performance at Coachella, you decide to show your support and fly out to LA and watch them. But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Not after the events that had happened after the afterparty. Everything has changed. (sorry i suck at doing summaries)

Warning(s): angst

A/N: a lil inspiration by Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray. Soooo I'm having major pcd after seeing BP last saturday soo decided to write for my bias wrecker. I literally just thought and wrote of this a few hours ago. Same with the picture T_T. I also have been writing jennie, lisa, and chaewon fics. Posting whichever I get done first after this one! Enjoy! :)

Rosanne Park isn't usually one to party hard. She isn’t the usual person to get wasted either. It's rare for that to happen.

But as they wrapped up their final night headlining Coachella, a party was thrown for their successful two shows. Being the first k-pop act and girl group to headline, making history! Of course, she had to live it up.

However, one shot became two, three, and even taking a couple sips of margarita. Those who are close to Rosé know that she doesn't have a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol. She's a lightweight.

You being a lot more responsible and smart, only took a few sips of your alcoholic beverage. You handle your liquor pretty well.

You see Rosé's manager trying to talk some sense into her but it seems as Rosé is being stubborn. You sigh, you approach them. Jane looks at you with a pleading look, you nod and gesture for her to go. She silently thanks you, softly patting Rosé's cheek before leaving.

"C'mon, Chae, you've had too much to drink." You carefully and softly put hand behind her back. Rosé shakes her head in protest.

"Y/N/NNN!!! Nooooo 'm havin sooo much funn!" She slurs. She leans against your shoulder, resting her head on it. She looks at you a smile bright on her face, bringing the glass close to you. "Have some! It's sooo good!" You take the beverage away from her hand causing her to pout.

"We're leaving, Chae. You've had your fun. Time for you to rest." Despite her protest, you drag her out of the party. She eventually quits whining and resisting. She sulks instead. "You'll thank me in the morning for this." You offer her support which she gladly takes as she's walking. She's so drunk to the point that she can't even walk straight.

You thankfully arrive back to Rosé's place safely. You did your very best to cover up Chae from the horde of paparazzies as you leave the party. Your bodyguard and Rosé's, as well as her manager using flashlights to ruin their photos.

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You look after Rosé. Even when the aftereffects of drinking so much alcohol led her to throw up. You help sooth her by holding her hair and caressing her back. Letting her know you're there and not going anywhere. As soon as you saw her hand on her stomach and a grimace on her face, you knew. You’re quite thankful you were able to get her to her room and rush her into the bathroom.

"It's okay, Chae. I've got you," you say softly. A minute goes by after Rosé seem to have let it all out. You clean up her face and begin her night time routine. You've slept over a good amount of times to have memorized it all. You help her brush her teeth and awkwardly had to help her change into pajamas. It wasn't easy doing that second part with your eyes close. But to your surprise, she was very compliant.

You are so focus on helping her, making sure she's okay that you didn't notice how quiet she's been. "Hey.. you okay?" You say as she settles on her bed. That's when it hit Rosé. Tears starts to pour down her eyes. You panic. You forgot how emotional she gets after everything when she gets drunk. It's been awhile since you've done this. You quickly sit next to her. "What wrong? Don't cry, Chae. It's okay! You're safe."

She sits up and clings onto you. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing her back. First, she repeatedly apologizes. "Thank you for always being there for me and taking care of me, Y/N/N." She says in a hush tone still clinging tightly onto you.

Even though she can't see you, you smile. "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. You were just having fun and you deserve to have fun. You know I'll always be here when you're in need." You pull away, bringing your hands on her cheeks, wiping her tears away. "Even if it's having to watch you throw up and clean you up after." You both laugh at that. You smile triumphally at your success on making her laugh.

You move a strand of hair out of her face. Wiping the tears that still remain on her cheeks. Meanwhile, Rosé's eyes remain on you. You notice. The mood suddenly changes in the room. The way Rosé is looking at you... it's different than usual. Maybe you've seen it once in a while whenever you two hung out before. But you always thought you were being delusional. A look that holds so much feelings, unspoken ones.

You see her mouth move but nothing comes out. She closes it and suddenly you see her eyes move to your lips. It catches you off guard. Trying to take it all in, you then feel her lips touching yours. It takes you a minute to process everything. Coming to your senses, you quickly pull away. Rosé opens her eyes. She can see the shock and confusion on your face.

"Chae... what are you.. what are you doing?"

She swallows the lump on her throat. What is she doing? It felt right though. "I- I don't- I don't know." Rosé manages to stutter out, trying to keep her tears at bay. "I just- I thought- Oh god, I'm so sorry." She covers her mouth, surprise with her actions as well.

You get up from her bed and run your hands through your hair. A million thoughts going through your head. Rosé watches you just standing there, stressed out. Now, she's really full on crying. What had she done? She ruined everything. You let out a deep sigh, "Its okay.. it's okay, you're drunk. Under the influence. It was the alcohol in you. Just- Just get some rest, Chae." You hesitantly approach her and kiss her head. "Good night."

"I like you!" Rosé calls out as you're heading towards the door. You freeze. "I like you so much, Y/N. For so long now. The alcohol coursing through my veins just gave me the courage to finally do something about it. So, please stay." She begs.

Silence fills the room after Rosé's confession. There's no way all this time, Roseanne Park, your best-friend has had a crush on you. You sure would've notice if she did... right? She'd never showed any signs that she had romantic feelings for you. You know her like the back of your hand! This is all because she's under the influence. That's all. She's just saying crazy things.

Without looking back, You bow your head down. "That's real sweet, but I wish you were sober," you whisper out. With that, you leave the sobbing blonde's room, silently hoping she heard you. Maybe even remember all of this in the morning. You doubt it.

"But I really do," Rosé says softly, the tone of her voice so sincere... fragile.

#rosé park x reader #park chaeyoung x reader #blackpink #blackpink rose #roseanne park #blackpink roseanne #rose park #park chaeyoung #blackpink fic #rose blackpink

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aaaaafro · 1 year

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Seductress. - ITZY - Ryujin x M! Reader (+18?)

Tw: a whole lot of blue balling and cockblocks, trust me, even I got frustrated writing this myself.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's well aware that you're staring...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

"Cut! One hour break!" Finally the shoot's finished. You can take a well earned breather as you rest your behind on one of those flimsy ass film set chairs.

"Good work everyone..." There she goes acting all cute and professional as if she's the world most innocent human being, paired with her cutest dimple ridded smile.

"Great work out there." You said to Ryujin with the most convincing tone.

"You too, baby~." Oh boy there she goes.

Thank heavens nobody was near the two of you when she replied. You just quickly brush it off as you turn to the monitors to recheck the photos.

"Did you enjoy the shoot?" She asked, as her hand snakes down from your shoulder to your arm.

Tingling sensation comes up to your ear causing you to shiver as you feel her fingers softly glides on your skin. A blow to your ear almost brought you to yelp as you continued to brush it off.

"Oh-ho, you're resisting well today." She whispered as the staff left one by one to take their breaks.

"We're not doing this now Ryujin." You replied with such confidence.

"Oh really? Says who?" Said Ryujin who lips are inches away from your ear.

"As if you weren't getting turned on when watching me strike those seductive pose." Her hands has surprisingly traveled farther than you've expected having landed on your thigh.

"Uh... You're not taking your breaks?" Ryujin's hand was about to reach your weakpoint when you heard a voice from your back that cause the two of you to act naturally.

"R-ryujin s-said s-she wants t-... To u-uh, check the shots." The guy just shrugs before leaving the two of you.

"Safe." Ryujin suddenly took your camera before handing it to you.

"W-what am I going to do with this?" Confusion floods your mind as she pulls you to the set.

Without any word she gives you a wink sending shivers down your spine. You brought the camera up to your face aiming at her.

She strikes some basic poses but boy do those poses look so much sexier. Ryujin was hitting it tho. Not just the post but also your buttons... Overall, it's just Ryujin wanting more photos of her etched in the camera and mind, until...

You gulped loudly after seeing that smirk. It was a warning for what's to come, you know it... You've been here before.

Ryujin then pulls down her jacket unnecessarily slow, her grin is still there as her eyes bores a hole in the camera lens straight to your eyes.

A few clicks from your camera signalled Ryujin to strike another pose and boy did she strike another one pulling the thinnest thread that's considered as the strap of her top.

Your finger froze on top of the shutter button, this didn't go unnoticed as Ryujin raised an eyebrow, further lowering her top till her chests are ALMOST exposed.

"What's wrong?"

Beads of sweat forms on your forehead as you contemplate on hitting the shutter button, though it's totally useless since the lustful image of her is already engraved in your mind.

Your heart couldn't take it any more, you turned away breathing heavily as you try and fan the collar of your shirt as if that will help with your current situation.

Ryujin chuckles at your effort before commenting. "Dummy, quit acting as if this is the first time you've seen them."

She's technically wrong... It happened around 2 months ago.

[Flashback]

"ITZY?" Your shocked tone made the recruiter chuckle.

"Yeah, big fan?" He asked.

"You bet." Replying with a smug tone.

"That's great but remember you need to be professional, or else the client will most definitely replace you."

"Right. Right..."

You smile from the inside while trying to calm yourself, after all you're going to see ITZY in person as well as have the chance to take pictures of them.

The day went by quicker than you've expected, you just assisted the main photographer taking hints on what you're supposed to be doing. You held yourself together pretty well, managing not to passed out after actually seeing ITZY and giving them a handshake.

Now it's the end of the day, you stayed to help out with the packing up and if not the most cliché thing you saw Ryujin's necklace as you're cleaning up the equipment.

So you did the most cliché thing as well, hand it to her personally, you walked past a few RV's labelled staffs only before seeing one that says ITZY.

You were about to knock when you suddenly heard a click from the door and in such panic you hid in a small crevice beside the stairs for the RV.

"Did you see the new camera guy?" You heard the members voice as they stepped out of the vehicle, you can clearly recognize Lia's accent and the other members laugh.

"He's pretty cute though... I know right, that's why Ryujin took almost forever to finish." Yuna replied as you just hid there whilst also trying to hide your blush.

"Speaking of which, where's Ryujin?" Yeji asked.

"I'll be right there, I just need to... Urgh!" You heard from inside the RV as Ryujin seemingly struggling with something.

"Okie, we'll go ahead then?" Chaeryeong asks and a hum from Ryujin signalled the girls to keep walking.

Soon after the girls have left. You exit your hiding spot to check on the RV. You can hear Ryujin rustling and grunting as she continues to struggle on whatever the heck she's doing.

You're currently leaning on the RV's door when you realized that it's not even close. With a little tap it got ajar.

It was like the doors to heaven, as lights from the inside hits your eyes and once they're adjust you're greeted by something more blinding.

"Oh..." Was one of the last things that you'd expect as Ryujin's reaction. After all you've walked in on her while she's changing.

"I-i... I'm... I-..."

"You're staring..." She said with such a calm tone.

"I-... I'm sorry, it's... Uh..."

"Y-you're... G-gorgeous." What Ryujin did next will be a memory that will be in your mind for the rest of your life.

She slowly walked towards you as you just laid on the floor of the RV helpless for what's about to happen.

"Tell me something... What do you think of me?" Ryujin said as she squat down to level with you. You can see her safety short hugging her lower regions really well.

"I-uh... Think... You're..." Damn it complete something.

"Cute? Hot? Sexy? Beautiful?" Ryujin smugly replies as then she crawls slowly towards you.

"A-..."

"A?... All of it?" She asked cutely tilting her head to the side, you could only nod to get some form of conversation as the distance between the two of you have been gradually reduced.

"Hey~." Perhaps you were so lost wondering how did you end up in this situation that you've failed to realized Ryujin's hot breath brushed against your neck.

You tried to pull away but she grabbed a hold of your collar pulling you in closer with her lips lightly touching your neck.

You whimpered at the feeling as you can just hear and feel Ryujin's chuckle against your skin. You mindlessly whisper. "Professional... professional."

"Oh... Is that so?" Ryujin pulls away as she straddle your legs between her warm thighs that's crying to get out of her safety shorts.

"So, that's why you're not swayed by my subtle hints earlier." She wondered.

Mentally smacking yourself from forgetting as you remember that earlier during the shoot she was constantly making subtle eye contact with you and that caused her sessions to take up a bit of more time.

"Do tell, are you really going to keep being professional?" Ryujin ended her question in such a sultry tone.

"Y-ye-." Just when you thought you're finally about to finish a word, Ryujin puts her finger on your lips to stop you.

"Listen, new guy... We idols always need to keep it professional when working and that..." She paused.

"That's tiresome for most of us." There it is again, that grin

"So, right now we're not gonna be professional, okay?" She wasn't suggesting, it was more of a guarantee. As her hand travelled from your cheek to your chest and finally your bulging lower regions.

"Mhmm." You moaned as her warm breath continued to brush against your neck.

"I'm so done with being professional with you... I want to..." Her hand grips you on top of your pants as a yelp escapes your lip.

"Ravage you." She ended.

Just as your lips were about to crash a knock was heard from the outside.

"Unnie?" You two heard Yuna as she knocks continuously.

"Looks like this has to happen some other time." She whispered before winking at you.

"I'll be there just a sec!" Ryujin replies to Yuna.

"Alright but you've been there for far too long, do you need any help?" Yuna asked from the outside.

"Nope! I'm good..." Ryujin smiles before grinding on your leg.

You let out a yelp but thankfully Ryujin's hand covers your mouth immediately.

"Safe." She winks at you once more before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You sat there holding the spot on where she kissed you wondering what the in the fuck is happening.

[Flashback end]

Now you're back in the same predicament. You're frozen as Ryujin steps closer towards. Suddenly the temperature of the room becomes hotter.

Ryujin's eyes met yours, you tried to look away but it's too late, she has already closed the distance between the two of you. With her soft delicate hands, she gently turned your head to face her.

"Why don't we... Pick up where we left off the last time?"

She wasn't asking, or even suggesting. She's holding you down with her arms snaking around your neck once more your reasoning being taken away one by one with each second her skin touches yours.

Your senses hit as you feel yourself tighten through your pants and you embarrassingly tried to hide it. Your hand was slapped away however once Ryujin noticed it.

"Nah ah, I already know you're packing. So, there's no point in hiding it." She smiles before cupping your bulge.

You thought about moaning but that was all there is as your lips are now sealed by hers. Ryujin smiles in the kiss as she can feel your pathetic attempt at fighting it.

"So, you still planning to be professional?" As her other hand guides yours to her lonely breast. You gulped loudly feeling the supple ball as she gave you a close up of her lip bite.

"T-they m-might com-." Ryujin wasn't about to let you finish your stupid attempt at ruining her moments as she locks lips with yours once more.

She was aggressive and assertive as she slid her hand in your pants feeling you even more with just a singular fabric in between her hand and your manhood.

"Ugghh." You moaned as Ryujin grips your length tighter.

"Didn't I tell you that..." Having a hint of what she's going to say you focused on not letting out another sound of pleasure as she just continues.

"I will..."

"Ravage yo-."

"Ryujin?" Your eyes went wide when you suddenly heard a familiar voice right behind the blinds that separates the main background from the equipments.

You two panicked as the person slowly pushed aside the blind. Failing to move quickly enough you didn't have to help remove Ryujin's hand from your pants and just opted to.

"WAIT!" You and Ryujin shouted in perfect sync.

#itzy #itzy smut #ryujin #itzy x reader #male reader

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metatronhateblog · 6 months

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Little bit of progress on the angelic language

I have several drafts of 'theories' and various things I've noticed in the show, but I thought I would share a little about this before I share any of those cause I know I mentioned it in my last post.

The Angelic Language...or whatever you wanna call it.

A week or two ago (I cannot remember how long it's been...probably only a week) my sister @lady-of-the-puddle and I printed off a shit ton of screenshots I took (I'll share my doc if anyone is super interested but there's nothing important in it as I've been doing all my work on paper.) From there we sat down, did a little matching of characters with real languages but frankly didn't bother spending too long with that cause frankly we're here to do more trial and error. But also it takes a long time to hand write in tons of different possible letter combinations on sheets of paper that we had to print out in black and white.

I previously took a screenshot from the scene where Michael is discussing the plan for Armageddon 2 Electric Boogaloo. I had a few thoughts on it and I'm wondering if it's quite possibly a key of sorts.

Here's a couple images of it. The first being the screenshot, the second being me adjusting the lighting so you can make out the symbols a little better.

As you can see there's two sets of symbols here and I have a couple theories as to what they mean but nothing quite lines up?? So there's that.

Here's my kinda half-assed notes on it that probably don't mean too much?

My theory here is maybe that it says something like 'The Earth' but if it does the characters don't match up where the 'H's would be soooo. My other thoughts on this were why on earth would Michael's bullet points be in English but everything else not? They're angels that clearly have their own language. Also why is the title on the document folder written in English and not this language? (I ask too many questions.)

My sister and I have tried a series of different letter combinations there and wrote them down in my screenshots of the giant ass text walls they show in the replay footage.

So far, nothing much has turned up (but also we've been super busy and haven't been able to try much.)

That being said, another thing I've found that...I find weird but I'm not sure what it means is that certain text walls seem to match other text walls for lack of better phrasing.

For example...

And I have closer images where Uriel and Saraquael's text change and match each other and you can make out symbols that the other cuts off, but to be honest I'm not sure how to show that too well without sending my photos through an editor. (I think my favorite thing about working with my sister on this is for whatever reason we both keep thinking these characters look like something we've seen in Nancy Drew games before.)

That's...really all I have for now. I haven't had much time to work on this and won't as I'm recently full-time and also in the middle of con-crunching. I just thought I'd share what my sister and I found a week ago (or however long it was as time has no meaning to me) because I'd mentioned it in my previous post about the all the scenes in the opening with Jim.

There will be more to come soon (maybe not with the language right now because that takes a lot of time and con-crunching is...well con-crunching) but I have several more posts drafted. Plenty talking about the opening sequence. A few about other things because my sister and I are losing our minds over this shit.

But soon enough you'll get to here lots about...typos and recurring things and out of place things. But for now, here's what little I have with this. I'll be back with more observations and speculation soon.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #very stressed and tired #I haven't had time to work on this for like a week or so now...#i have no clue how long it's been #what is time for it has no passage

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the-casbah-way · 5 months

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justin update: justin has had his first vaccination !!!

quite a few people have donated to justin's fundraiser now so i wanted to share an update

around £132 has been raised so far, which was enough to get one of my cats fully vaccinated. thank you so so much if you donated or took the time to share the fundraiser !!

unfortunately the weather here has gotten really bad, and although justin has a hutch with insulation he has gotten even more impatient (understandably) about trying to get inside

as well as this in the uk november is "bonfire night" and people set off fireworks next to our garden and close to justin's hutch which made him really stressed and upset, so we had to let him inside for a few hours until he had calmed down

because of these things i have decided i can't wait any longer to let justin inside. this means i had to use quite a large portion of my university fund to pay for his vaccines, and another chunk

because of these things i have decided i can't wait any longer to let justin inside. this means i had to use quite a large portion of my university fund to pay for his vaccines, and another chunk to get my second cat full vaccinated, which means just over £400 altogether. justin had his first appointment today and it went really well. so the good news is that this means justin only has one more vet appointment until he can come inside, and i only have one indoor cat left to vaccinate. this means justin will be able to come indoors by the 28th of december !!

to get my second cat full vaccinated. justin had his first appointment today and it went really well. so the good news is that this means justin only has one more vet appointment until he can come inside, and i only have one indoor cat left to vaccinate. this means justin will be able to come indoors by the 28th of december !!

the "bad" news is that i had to use my university funds for this, meaning i may not be able to pay for my final year of my undergraduate degree and i won't be able to do a masters like i have been saving up for for years. i don't regret spending my money on justin, but it has meant i will probably have to give up on a pretty big dream of mine

if you can spare any money at all to help me replenish my university fund it would mean so, so much to me. we are still quite a long way away from justin's fundraiser goal but i'm still so so grateful to everyone who donated because it really was the difference between me being able to do this or not, so thank you <3

(lastly: if anyone would like photos of the vet receipts for proof i am happy to send them via dm)

justin's fundraiser is here if you would still like to donate. thank you so so much and i will keep posting updates about justin's appointments and i will let you know how things go once he comes indoors <3

#please don't tag with “boost” or aid tags it makes the post get less reach <3 thank you

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stevenbasic · 9 months

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GITJ Post 338: A Saturday at Melissa’s, p13 (10:20PM: Dr. J)

I shudder to think back on it now, but I had my face buried in Melissa’s hair as we left the assembled crowd of my employees. They buzzed all around us in the great room of her house and I could hear them talking about me. But if this was embarrassing, being brought away from the evening party like a little kid, then the silken sea of her shampoo’d mane was a soft, scented sanctuary. She smelled of lilacs. I didn’t, at this point in the day, have the strength of will to look at anyone, but after only a few impossibly long strides of Melissa’s we were away from the crowd. I was carried the whole way, held against her side like an overgrown toddler. She took me from the great room up the stairs towards her bedroom. Each doorway we approached caused her to duck, unintentionally bouncing me as she squeezed my bottom even tighter. She was so tall in these platform heels that our heads rose more than seven feet above the ground. When she did duck under a door she would look me in the eyes, warmly, watching me appreciate her great height. Finally, though, we were in her room.

“Would you like me to put you down?” she whispered in my ear, her warm breath causing my skin and bones to shiver, her voice deep and rich and shaking me deeper still.

“Y-you don’t have to,” I answered, surprising myself. Yes, I was feeling beyond humiliated but it was nice to feel the strength and size of her, her big left breast smushed warmly into my side through her thick knit sweater. She smelled great, and I felt safe and protected. I didn’t want to be away from her body.

She was happy, it seemed, to just hold me, hold me and carry me about her room, taking me on a little tour. She jostled me, at times, playfully, as she stepped about, showing me this thing and that, swaying me back and forth like a child. Her mother had moved just within the past couple of years into this home, and Melissa had never really lived here herself. But there were trinkets, photos, some nostalgic pieces from her childhood that had been collected. Photos from several different schools, a cheerleading trophy that read “Regional Runner-Ups”, a time-worn teddy bear sitting on a dresser, all things that called to mind a past that Melissa, really, had never told me much about. I knew she moved a lot as a kid, with her mom. Past that I was vague on the details.

Alongside all the memories, though, I couldn’t help but notice one area, a section of shelving on the wall outside her closet that had a messy little pile of stuff. I spotted a picture of me in a frame, a casual shot she’d snapped at the office a while back. Also in the pile were some movie ticket stubs, a receipt, maybe from one of our dates, and also a piece of my clothing. An old tee-shirt I’d been missing, now covered in what looked like lipstick surrounded by a toothbrush, also mine, a pair of white briefs and several old, used tissues.

“What’s all that?” I asked, as she carried me by it.

“Oh, haha,” she laughed, “that’s my Jay shelf. Or, shelves. Stuff that makes me think of you.” She sounded a bit embarrassed but figuring…well, I don’t know what she was figuring. She carried me in for a closer look. “Isn’t that picture of you so adorable? I’ve got another couple I want to put up. And, can I keep your socks from yesterday?”

Huh, I thought, noticing the twin taper candles she’d stood in holders on the middle shelf, this is odd. But part of me warmed, seeing what this beautiful woman had done. “I’m…flattered,” I told her. She must really like me! “And, uh, sure on the socks.”

She giggled, thanking me. “Maybe someday I’ll just put you up there,” she beamed, “so I can take you down and play with you anytime I want!”

Melissa was funny. I sometimes didn’t quite know when she was joking, like this was just some “crazy girlfriend” shtick and I’d play along because she was just so fucking sexy. Honestly, if anything these games were either pretty sweet or smokin’ hot but sometimes she sounded just plain crazy. In the end, though, even that was all easy to ignore in a girlfriend when she’s as gorgeous as Melissa. With my girlfriend carrying me around her bedroom with her massive left boob squashed into my middle, who was I to complain? “Haha th-that’d be-”

“Or maybe I’ll put you up on my dresser next to Ted,” she interrupted, as we were stepping away already. “He’s my first boyfriend. I keep him right…over…here.”

“Ted is…?” I began, having been turned to face a stuffed bear which sat, slouched softly, against the wall atop Melissa’s high dresser, “This guy?”

“Haha yes!” she giggled, reaching out with her free right hand to the teddy bear, a classic brown plushie. It looked old, worn, like it had seen a life full of cuddles. A childhood friend, perhaps. “Ted and I started dating before my mom let me have real boys,” she spoke in all earnesty, now holding the bear right up to her face, looking straight into his black, beaded eyes, “Isn’t that right, Ted?”

This, for example, was one of those times where Melissa sounded crazy. But, I thought, taking the moment to glance down at her big boobs, crazy girls are sexy, right?

At that she giggled, and bit her lower lip. “Yeah, we didn’t have much money. My mom didn’t get me a lot of toys,” she mused, her voice a bit faraway, “but I always had Ted to play with. And he was my first boyfriend.”

The fact that we were there, the two of us - this teddy bear and me - each held in our own way in opposite arms by this big beautiful girl, was not lost on me. She, in fact, turned him…it…to face me, to look in its beady, slightly off-center eyes.

“You two should be introduced,” she continued, jostling me up at her side, resettling me, “Ted, this is Jay. My new boyfriend. Don’t be jealous, but he and I are in love.” She paused, as if listening to the thing’s response. “And, Jay…this is Ted. The first boy I kissed. The first boy who…haha got to sit on my bed and watch me change. The first boy who ever got to do…this.”

At that, Melissa took the teddy bear, still in hand, and lowered him a bit. Though she was cradling me in her left arm she was able to use her left hand to pull out the lower hem of her sweater and I watched as she maneuvered ‘Ted’ up under it, sliding him up under her heavy knit top. She released the hem, and pulled out her right hand, leaving him in there.

“There you go,” she playfully spoke down to the thing, through her sweater, which she smoothed out over her big bosom with her hand, “right in there with my boobies.“

I swallowed, dryly, imagining the thing’s situation right now, shoved up in there, beneath, between and under Melissa’s breasts. I could barely see the extra lump under there, that’s how large her chest was. “H-he was the first boy who ever got to do that?” I found myself asking, my interest entirely too prurient, "Ha..ha…maybe I should be jealous…"

That made Melissa coo and squeal. “No, you don’t have to be jealous haha…he was the first and only,” she laughed, now turning to fix me with those big, glittering eyes of gold and green and brown, “unless you want to try?”

My heart- my heart was beating so quickly now, and I’m sure she felt me shudder up against her. Good god! I was struck speechless.

Melissa continued, blithely. “But, I know being buried up in my cleavage like that, under my sweater, can get tooo hot. Isn’t that right, Ted? Are you hot in there?” she said, looking back down again at her chest, considering. “So, maybe someday I have a little chain made, and this clasp we can snap around you,” she continued, talking to me, musing on the possibility like it could be an actual thing, “I’ll wear it around my neck, and it’ll keep you from sinking too deep.”

Nnnghh. “i-i-into your cleavage?” I stammered, dumbly.

“Yeah,” she answered.

You don’t want to have me as a toy, a companion, like that bear, I thought, already hardened into steel against her left hip, you want to wear me like a necklace.

“And,” Melissa continued, “I promised Ted that when we grew up and I married him, that he wouldn’t have to get a real job. That I’d take care of him.” Melissa bit her lower lip, watched my face. “He liked the idea,” she said, “but, how would you feel about that?”

“h-how would I feel if…?”

“I asked you this before, in the hot tub. Would you like that? If I kept you here as a stay-at-home husband?”

Was she joking? Or was she serious?

“I’m serious, I’d do that for you,” she said plainly, causing me to flinch at the timing “I’ve been so happy with you, with how relaxed you are away from work, with us, with the girls. I like how good you’re being, and I’m so proud of you.”

Oh my god, what..? Why did that make me feel so good??

“I love how you’re letting me take care of you, and I want to reward you,” she said, as the crazy fantasy of being a house-husband, waiting for my big, beautiful, head-of-the-household and successful, breadwinner wife to get home coalesced in my brain. Haha there’s no w- “in fact, that reminds me! I have presents!”

“P-presents?” I asked, ripped from my reverie by another change of topic. I was starting to realize that Melissa, here, was really getting worked up, more manic.

“Yes! I’m so excited. Shanette and I, we were shopping earlier, and I bought you more cute things. I want to show you!”

Okay, the pajamas were new, she’d had me wearing those. They were a nice gesture, if a little humiliating, but she’d bought me more? Yes, I guess so, and she was obviously set on showing them off to me. She put me down onto my feet, first making sure I didn’t fall on my wobbly legs. Then she casually took the bear out from under her sweater and carelessly tossed him aside back onto the dresser. Next she retrieved several shopping bags full of clothes from the bed as she sat in a soft corner chair of white fabric, facing me. Melissa seemed super giddy, energized, maybe because everything was going so well. Was it because I was being a ‘good boy’?

Eagerly, she waved me closer to her. But before I stepped forward, I took in a deep breath. Her enormous aura was filling the room, and I felt it swallowing my weak self. Seated there, smiling broadly with her statuesque and uncompromising posture, her firm bustline jutted straight out in her striped sweater, emphasizing enormous, unapologetic curves that no male eye could ignore…certainly not mine. Her figure made me docile, I realized it even then but didn’t mind; I counted myself lucky just to be able to be in the same room as that massively buxom body. Sitting up straight like this also had the unintentional effect of exposing her midriff, complete with its tiny waistline and gentle six-pack abs. Her shoulders, strongly squared, radiated quiet power, as did the twin pillars of her legs. She was not only mind-blowingly gorgeous and miraculously built, but as I stood humbly in front of her she just seemed so…superior.

Again she waved me towards her, now a bit impatient. She began to show off the clothes she’d bought for me - pants, shirts, socks, a belt. Understanding that she wanted me to try them on, I began unbuttoning my pajama top.

“No,” she directed, one large hand coming up to my chest to stop me. “Step towards me. I want to undress you.”

Without a word I complied, and let her start. As she unbuttoned me she noticed something on one side of my neck. She cocked her head with a wry little smile. “Who did this, hm?” she asked.

“Did what?” I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

Melissa reached for a handheld mirror on the bureau alongside where she was sitting, She showed me a hickey on the right side of my neck.

“Huh,” I muttered with a shrug. I don’t remember how that got there. “One of the girls?”

“Obviously,” she chuckled, “come here.” With that, an arm from behind me drew me closer, so she could inspect my injury. “Is it sore?” she asked.

“Uh…a little,” I answered. It actually was a little tender, now that I knew about it.

“Aww, poor thing, you have a boo-boo,” she cooed, “Here, let mama kiss and make it better.” Holding me steady with her right hand on my hip, Melissa then raised her free left hand to her lips. She kissed her own palm gently, with a luxurious <<smack>>, and then placed it to my neck, covering the angry bruise. I felt an unusual coolness under the touch of her hand, and my eyes shuddered from a new kind of sensation.

“There we go,” she said matter-of-factly, once again picking up the mirror and showing me the reflection of my neck again, “all better.” The hickey was gone.

I should have been confused. I should have been bewildered, taken aback, and frankly terrified as I rubbed the side of my neck with my hand as I looked for any sign of the injury in the mirror. What I’d just witnessed was medically and physiologically impossible. But nothing about this woman surprised me anymore. She’d just healed me, like a saint, like some laying-on-of-hands.

With those same miraculous hands Melissa put down the mirror and took back to the task of unbuttoning my pajama top. Soon she had me peeled out of it and turned her attention to my bottoms. Adroitly, she undid the button on my pajama pants and, without a word, they fell into a puddle at my feet.

For a long moment I glanced down at them, looking at the ground. I saw how big her giant feet, in those aggressively enormous stilettos, looked next to my bare ones. I felt naked. Well, I was naked, and my erection stood between us, a near-constant presence whenever she was in the room, or in my thoughts. It humbled me, a bit, and I kept my eyes on the floor between us. I could sense that it mildly annoyed her. She’d prefer if I’d been looking at her chest or focused on her face. And so, I looked back up at her.

She rewarded me with a smile.

“Do you like the clothes I bought you?” she asked, her hand reaching out to casually caress my hip, possessively. I could sense her resisting the urge to grab me by the cock.

“Yes I… thanks…” I responded. I felt so shy, like I didn't even know how to make a conversation, or where to even start. But I knew Melissa didn't mind taking care of that. She liked it when a man allowed a woman to be the one talking.

“Shanette and I liked picking them all out, shopping for you,” she continued, her gaze drifting from my face to my eager cock and back again as she gauged my response. “Will you need my help putting them on?”

I know what you want me to say. “I, uh…maybe, yes please…” I replied.

That got her even more excited, I felt it. It was like I didn't know how to dress myself and I was so shy when I spoke…she loved it. I was showing signs of my insecurity, and she was drinking it all in with pleasure.

“This is it, this is the man I’ve taken home,” she said softly, as if to herself. Her hand still drifted lazily up my side, bringing quivers and shivers to the skin and bone of my meager body. She was thinking, ruminating on the day and on this moment. “Honey, I don’t know if I can take it much longer,” she said, exhaling a deep breath, “tell me again how you like the clothes.”

“I..I love them,” I said, again knowing exactly what she wanted to hear from me. That this…whatever this was…had become some sort of foreplay for us? It was weird, but it was so fucking hot. “Thank you for buying them for me.”

“Could you have afforded them yourself?” she asked, her deep voice quietly fighting to bridle her energy.

Images of my bills, my bank statements and debts flashed through my head as I felt a pang of embarrassment slither through me. “N-no probably not,” I replied, “b-but…I can…I can pay you back?”

“No,” she said, plainly, decisively refusing my offer, “I’m going to buy your clothes from now on. And your groceries, and whatever else you need. I understand your financial situation, with the divorce. It’s a tough time for you.”

‘Tough time’? I was actually broke. “B-but…”

“But nothing. I’ve saved up over the years. I have my modeling money, and I make a lot now,” she explained, making me feel dwarfed not only by the impressive size of her body seated in front of me, but also now by the size of her bank account. “I’m happy to provide for you, I want to do it. In fact…”

I watched, in my humiliation, as she reached into a pocket of her girlish skirt to pull out a plastic card.

“It’s a debit card,” she said, holding it out for me. It was red, with the symbol of that new bank that had opened a branch down the road. I knew it only took women as customers. “It’s got two thousand dollars on it. I want you to have it.”

“M-Melissa…” I began, blood rushing to my face and, to my chagrin, to my erection.

“Shush, take it,” she said, shaking the card at me, “I know you’ve been low on cash, and I don’t want you to suffer. This will help.”

“I can’t take your money…” I continued, eyeing the card and feeling myself shrink in importance yet again in this increasingly strange, increasingly female-dominated world. The truth was clear. It would help, a couple thousand dollars. “I really can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” she urged, her voice filled with new confidence and growing power as she heard my capitulation starting to surface. She realized, though, how fragile I was, and meant to reassure me. “Jay. I promise…no strings attached. If you stop wanting to hang out with me I won’t ever bring this up, or even hint at it. I just don’t want your worrying about money to be a reason you can’t spend time with me.”

“I…” I began, not knowing what to say. Despite what she said, I knew what this - and her insistence to buy my clothes, my groceries - meant. She wanted all my time, if she could have it, and didn’t mind if some of it was bought. You want to have me as a kept man. Despite the indignity, naked and trembling, I took the card from her.

Inside, I could hear her squeal. She was thrilled, and she didn’t let up. “And, when you finish with that one, just tell me,” she said, watching as I warily inspected the card, “there can be so much more where that came from.”

I blinked, and though I felt her gaze on me I didn’t have the strength of will to meet it. “o-okay, thank you…” I mumbled.

“Yes, you just ask mommy for more,” she said, unable to resist the temptation to tease a little and giggling when I - now - looked at her. She was tickled, it seemed, by my consternation. “Or, we can do a little every week, if you like that better?”

Like an allowance? Is that what you mean? “n-no you don’t have t-“

“I insist,” she said, giggling, seemingly satisfied as my financial caregiver now. “I love having you dependent on me,” she beamed, “In fact, I can’t wait for the day when I can give you a much bigger card, so you can totally stop working and just focus on me.”

That did it. I groaned, and nearly sobbed. The waves of humiliation and seas of inferiority had crested their banks, overwhelmed my shores. “M-Melissa,” I began, “I don’t want to feel…u-u-useless..!”

'Oh honey! You’re not useless!” she exclaimed, hand coming up behind my head, guiding me to look back at her face, “I didn't know this would bother you so much! But I understand…” She looked at me, watched me, read the emotions coming over my face. She understood the folly of male pride, she saw it writhing and wilting inside me. She knew she needed to tend to it. “What if we were able to, I dunno, find a way for you to pay me back, return the favor?” she offered, “Would that make you feel better? If you felt like you could repay me…just not with money?"

“wh-what do you mean?” I sniveled.

“Oh, we could find ways,” she said, giggling, her free hand now coming to brush the inside of my right thigh. “I’m so busy these days, and you always help me relax. It’s sometimes hard being the one in charge…you remember that, right?” Her hand came to cup my swollen, distended sac. I flinched. “It’s stressful. But when you’re like this, when you’re making me feel big, when you’re making me feel strong and capable, I feel like I can handle anything. I love you for that.” Her hand had slowly, gently but casually, begun to fondle my golfball-sized testicles, sending shockwaves of electricity up and down my skeleton. I did my best not to writhe and groan. “You could do that, you can help me feel big.”

What she was doing, of course, was turning my insecurity into an understanding of her needs. She was giving me a way to contribute. “It could help us both, if you could do that,” she continued, “It’s you that gives me all my strength, and if you’re willing to help me relax, help me get stronger and do a better job, it would mean the world.”

“holy shit yes Melissa…” I heard myself agreeing.

She looked deep into my eyes, seeing that, yes, I was right of mind, unclouded. “So you’ll do it?” she smiled, “You’ll be the best little boyfriend and help me get better and better? Help me do what I need to do and always be there for me? So I can be there for you?”

“yes…yes of course…”

“And that will make you feel better about taking money from me?” She was massaging my balls firmly now, her hand at times squeezing, causing my stomach to clench.

“y-yes…”

“That’s great, that before you were distracted thinking about business, and responsibilities, all those little things that just got in the way,” she said, squeezing my sac again for emphasis, “but now I’ll have all of your attention focused where it should be.” She squeezed again. “On me.”

“o-o-on what’s important,” I followed without hesitation, as soon as I could speak again.

“Oh Jay oh god yes,” she lauded with a little moan, as if surprised by my eager response.

“j-just please…” I began, swaying on my feet as her hand’s attention on my scrotum became more insistent, “please don’t…”

“Please don’t what, sweetie?” she asked, cocking her head, watching my face.

“don’t g-get upset if I…if I…” What was I trying to say? I felt so inadequate, that even here in my ignominy I felt like I couldn’t live up to anything that was being asked of me.

“If you what? If you can’t do everything right? If you don’t pay me enough attention?” she asked, again half-annoyed that I was looking at the ground and not her. There was a slight shift in her voice, as if she was becoming a bit impatient, almost slightly offended. She gave my balls one firm, final squeeze and then released them. “Do you think I’ll be upset if I find you…what? Kissing the other girls? That it’ll make me cry?”

Here, again, was a change in her mood, and it made me nervous. She looked at me, and then slowly stood, suddenly looming over me in her tight knit sweater and short pleated skirt. Her enormous heels raised her to a height so great that I’d be staring at her midriff if my eyes could have left the ground. I’d backed up, reflexively, two stumbling steps, but she followed suit with one great one of her own. As she approached me she placed her hands on her hips and stood straight, to appear even taller. Then, towering above me, she asked: “Do I look like the kind of girl that cries easily? Hmm?”

She looked down at me. She knew what I really was. A scared little mouse. I could just hear her thinking: you’ll do whatever the amazon says, won’t you little mousey-mouse haha?

“You like me in my heels, don’t you?” she asked, with a bit of a growl in her voice and taking a step towards me, watching me retreat.

I knew, immediately, what she was doing. She wanted it already; payback. She’d given me money, and now she wanted my attention. She wanted me to be a good boyfriend. She wanted me to make her feel huge.

“y-yes…” I stammered, “you’re so beautiful.”

I watched as she looked to her side, to the bureau onto which she’d thrown the teddy bear. Aside him lay two big white-and-blue pom-poms, nestled behind the cheerleading trophy. She picked them up, took one in each hand.

“Does it turn you on?” she asked, stepping again towards me and shaking the pom-poms a bit, pushing me slowly into backsteps, “Me being this tall?”

“i-it does,” I agreed, watching her now shake the pom-poms at me again. I knew I needed to play into her desires, what she wanted here, or I’d face something I didn’t know if I could handle. My arousal, like so many times before, was seasoned with a palpable sense of fear. “y-you’re so tall, so strong. So big and beautiful.”

“Yesss…” she moaned, her voice deep. She continued to shake the pom-poms, aggressively now, looking for all intents and purposes like an overgrown, oversexed cheerleader, all boobs and curves in her sweater and skirt. She was shaking the pom-poms, and oh my god as she stepped towards me I felt it. Her feet were shaking the ground, rattling pictures in their frames. “And I make you hard, don’t I? Being this big?”

“oh my god yes,” I replied, in all earnestness. I’d come up against something, a piece of furniture bumping against my legs. Maybe the bench at the end of her bed. Stopped in my retreat, I stepped to the side a bit, and took another step back.

“Oh, Jay, I love being this big,” she said, now stopping where she was, “I want to see how hard I can make you.” At that, she tossed the pom-poms aside and, in her next motion, grabbed the hem of her sweater and peeled it off, over her head.

With the sudden appearance of her jaw-dropping torso I gasped, groaned. She was wearing a big, full-coverage white bra that lifted her enormous breasts into twin cannonballs bigger than human heads, sitting high and firm on her chest. With a shake of her head she fluffed out the raven mane of her hair and threw the sweater to the side. Good god this young woman was magnificent, standing nearly seven-and-a-half feet tall in her platform heels, white bra and short white skirt.

Instinctively, I took another step back.

“Stop…” she began, lazily taking one big step to plant herself right in front of me once more. The house shook again. “...running away.”

My heart froze at her command, and I stopped dead. My eyes were first planted at her glorious middle, ribcage barreled over an impressive thoracic cavity. Her waist, the narrowest part of her torso in circumference, was highlighted by abdominals like a gentle washboard. I looked up, and my vision was dominated by the white, mountainous swells of luminous satin that ballooned from her chest. My heart was racing, and I wasn’t thinking. I felt my left foot start to step backwards…

My feet kicked wildly, now more than a foot off the ground, and through her chest I heard her giggle, laugh. Around me her breast flesh jiggled, making me hyperaware of her mirth. In defense, and looking for support, I reached out and placed my hands on her, feeling them take purchase on broad hips. I felt her shiver at my touch, and for a moment she placed her hands behind my butt, holding me to her. My cock, hard and throbbing, pressed up into her skirt and lower washboard. Despite myself I ground into her, she pressing my hips into hers in response. She turned, I felt it, and took several steps, holding me to her.

“Oh, my god, Jay,” I heard her say, voice thundering through her chest in a basso profundo, “look at us.” I knew, I could tell, she was looking at us in a mirror. What I must look like from behind, bare of butt and shrunken and gaunt, strapped into the body of this Amazon. I felt her hands moving, one leaving me, and next thing I knew there was another strap, something coming around my waist.

“I’m…trying to get this around us,” she said, and I realized it was a belt. The new one she had bought me? She was trying to belt us together. My face, fully my entire head, was bound to her bosom by her bra. She now wanted to lash us together by the waists as well? I think she could tell I was getting frightened, and she didn’t want that. “Relax, honey, I’ve almost got it…”

A giggle, the sound of a buckle, and a little squeal of triumph. Yes, now we were belted together, bound. Or, rather, I was tied to her, attached to her. Made to feel even smaller than I already was. It was humiliating, but after a few moments and a few breaths I did start to relax, I did. Maybe it was by her command, or maybe it was her perfume, so strong off the skin of her breasts. But I felt my body loosen, hang, let the belt and the bra hold me. She had taken her hands away and began to walk around, chuckling and laughing, apparently beyond amused by what she could do. The thunder in my ears was her heart, her voice, her laughter…and the house rattling. And - was that the click of a phone camera?

”W-why is the floor shaking?” I spoke, into her cleavage. Would she even hear me?

“That’s you and me, sweetie,” she said, “And, the floor is nothing. You and me? Together? We’re gonna make the whole world shake!”

“oh please yes,” I moaned, imagining her as a titan stomping through cities, me nestled and lost hidden between her building-sized tits. “So big…” I said in a groan.

“AHG Haha!” she cried, maybe picturing the same thing herself. Whatever it was, she was suddenly overcome and between us I felt her hand tear away her skirt, and then her panties. My cock now throbbed, with all its monstrous size, up against her-

whoah!

A hand, and shift of hips, and suddenly I was slid up inside her.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, sparks flashing before my eyes.

“Shhh…shhhshhhshhh honey,” she said, “just hold on and focus…” She was going to ….nnnnghh….she was going to fuck me standing up. Fuck me with my meager male body just attached to her. “Focus on enjoying yourself as…mmmnnh…” she continued, half-overcome herself, “as I just take care of everything.”

I felt her hands on my legs, guiding them, encouraging me to wrap my legs around her. I did the best I could, until I was clinging to her like a baby monkey. I started to buck into her, awkwardly sliding my steel-hard shaft up, into her belly. On any other woman I would have been hitting cervix, but with Melissa I was just the right size. I thrust, grunting, again.

Gently, she shushed me. “No, shh…you don’t even have to do that…just let me,” she spoke, “Let me do you like this…” With that, I felt her hands behind me, big hands on my thin hips, cupping my scrawny butt. She used them to begin to move me, slowly but firmly into her, at her own pace.

“There we go, there we go baby,” she purred in obvious delight, “just hold on, hold onto me.”

NNngh NNgh NNgh…I grunted, little sounds into her tits. Her flesh was warming, around me, and my perspiration was beginning to mingle with her own. The scent of her perfume, strong to begin with, was growing stronger. It was like a drug, she was like a drug. I couldn’t get enough, and lucky for me there was always more of her.

I felt, as we stood there and fucked, one of her hands leave my rear. She continued to pump me into her with her left hand, but her right came up to peel one of my thin arms away from her torso and take hold of my hand. She directed it up underneath the sides of her.

“There you go, under the wings of my bra,” she said, now moving my other hand under that of the other thick, elastic side strap. Up past the wrists, now, my hands were slid under her bra, under her armpits. And then, with a soft moan coming from deep in her lungs, I felt Melissa swell. Though my vision was useless, my face plastered between her enormous breasts, I could tell what was happening. She was flexing, pumping up her body, bringing strength and blood to her muscles. I had sensed a change in her perfumes, which had grown subtly sharper, and under my hands and forearms her lats swelled. She was, in her intumescence, trapping them. With the swelling of her back muscles, her bra became so taut around my hands that I couldn’t move them if I tried. My head, as well, was pulled even more firmly into her cleavage by her expansion.

“I have you trapped,” she breathed, voice deeper and even more sonorous from under her ribs. I could feel the strength in it, as well as in her newly blossomed, rippling musculature. If I’d felt dwarfed before, I felt absolutely feeble in comparison to her now, plastered to her like a remora. “You…you can’t get away, can you?

“n-no…” I squeaked, into her tits, “I’m just stuck to you.”

“OH GOD, yessss…” she groaned, shoving my hips into herself more aggressively now, her rhythm quickening. “You’re stuck to me…you’re stuck to meeerrrrrRRRRRRARRR…!”

I felt her quake, her whole body convulsing, and suddenly we were moving again. With me still strapped and clinging to her, she was climbing onto the bed, onto her hands and knees. The bed creaked in complaint below us. One arm supporting her, she set up pillows under us, under where my head and shoulders would be so when - in her next move - she unclasped her bra I would fall, my upper body at least, onto them. My head was still cradled in the hammock of her loosened bra, but as she lowered it down her shoulders I fell the final bit down. My lower body was still lashed to her by the belt, my cock still inside her, my legs still clasping at her gawkily.

My vision back, the light of the room once again with me, I found myself staring up at the bare, enormous breasts of Melissa, my beautiful new Office Manager as she had her hands planted on the bed straddled above my head. They hovered in the air above me, hanging nearly to my face and I goggled at them in awe. My hips were aloft, strapped fast, and as I stared at her swollen brown nipples I felt her rearranging my legs, so that now hers were spread around mine. Somehow she did this without me ever leaving her hot inner warmth, just barely losing the rhythm of our lovemaking. Though her breasts dominated my vision, the glimpses I got of her forearms confirmed what I knew: she was pumped up, swollen in size.

“Melissssy’s grown so nice and big and strong for you, hasn’t she?” she purred. With her hands now supporting her weight, she’d stopped thrusting me into her.

“so big…” I groaned, feebly pushing my hips as much as I could manage upwards. I wanted to come in her! I wanted to come in her!

“So tall, everything, so big,” she continued, transported, “so much bigger than you.”

“yesss…” I admitted. I felt like I could burst at any minute.

“Yes, good boy, good boy,” she crooned deeply, “I’ve been holding back my excitement allllll evening. It’s been getting bigger and bigger and bigger and I don’t think I can do it any more.” She bristled with size, strength, barely contained emotion. “Are you ready for me?”

“y-yes…”

Around me and above me I could sense her body flexing, swelling even larger. “We could do so many things together, Jay. You just need to tell me what you want.”

“I…” I began, “I just want you to love me.”

That made her chuckle. “Oh,” she laughed, “I’m going to do that very, very well….”

I groaned.

“Now, I want you to lay down under me and just watch my body, my breasts moving…” At that, she squeezed them together between her arms, blooming cleavage even closer to my face. She let me goggle, stare at the tautnes of her bulging, tumescent flesh and skin, the veins below it. Then she rose up a bit, so I could see her arms, shoulders. “Watch my muscles flexing, growing. Just focus on being underneath me, feeling my strength and size and how it’s all here to protect you. Okay? Can you do that?”

“yuh-yuh-yess…” I managed.

“Look at my biceps, my arms, my shoulders,” she directed, her voice gentle but still deep and consumed with passion, “watch them swell up and think about how nothing in the world is as strong as I am, how I’d never let anything hurt you. Do you understand?”

“Yes…”

“Good,” she said. She knew I was learning. “How are you feeling?”

“Excited…thrilled. A little, uh…scared…”

Melissa giggled. “Shhh that’s okay, that’s natural,” she said, “It’s natural, being as little a man as you are. It’s, like, an instinct.”

“yes..” I agreed.

“But we need to weed it out. We need to get rid of any fear of me, any fear of being this close to a woman this much bigger and stronger than you.”

“U-understood…?” I somehow said. I was trying, at this point - and probably failing - to sound confident, maybe casual, part of the conversation rather than completely overwhelmed.

She giggled again.

“You sound terrified, sweetie,” she laughed from above, squashing my hopes, “But that’s okay. You’ve got a lot of instincts telling you this is a dangerous situation.” She considered me, as I trembled below her, still lashed to her by the waist, head and shoulders on soft pillows below her. “You know how I feel about you, right?”

“y-yes…”

“But you need to hear me say it, don’t you?” she asked tenderly, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I love you, Jay. I love you so much.” Behind me, she was pulling in more pillows, so I could rise up a bit more. “I’ll provide for you,” she said, as she sat up taller a bit herself, “and I’ll always protect you.”

“oh my god I know,” I groaned, taking sanctuary in her words. But jesus…now I was able to look up at her, her hands moving up to fluff out the luxury of her hair. She was…huge. Muscles danced in her arms, bulged from her sides. Her shoulders were flexed with might. I was balls-deep in her, strapped in, and though I was fixated and agog at her body I somehow still hadn’t come.

She saw me down there, and smiled. ”Is there too much of me?” she asked, now flexing her traps brawnily. They swelled like twin pyramids aside her neck.

I gasped, with a sigh, but then spoke. ”n-no, don’t worry,” I said, “I like having lots of you.”

She groaned. That made her happy.

“Mmmm, lots, huh?” she drawled, tilting up her chin and letting me gaze more upon her flared, muscular upper body. “Here,” she said, when she spoke again, “Give me your hands.”

I raised them up, offered her my arms, and she took my hands and placed them upon her breasts, over the engorged swells of her nipples. I felt them push into my palms, and still holding me by the wrists she pressed my hands in deeper.

“Now, look,” she said, “See how your tiny little hands just disappear into my enormous breasts?”

They’re sunk in, they look so little, like they’re being swallowed.

“I know what you like,” she said with a smile, “Don’t I?”

“yes…”

“You like seeing how much larger I am than you,” she said.

“yes…”

“I’m so big, so so big,” she continued, “And that’s not all. I’m so much stronger than you. Look what happens when I tighten my pelvic muscles just a teensy bit…”

“Oh god!” I groaned aloud, feeling her inner walls squeeze in around me. Her coccygeus, her ileococcygeus - Jesus Christ!!

“You like that, don’t you baby?” she asked, laughing.

You’re so strong! You love doing this to me, don’t you?

She had me lashed to her, my waist to hers, my cock inside her as I all but hung from her body. And now she could crush me inside herself. She squeezed me again.

I groaned again, louder.

“You feel that? That’s my pelvic floor muscles.” She started, now, to squeeze me with them rhythmically. Oh, god, the pleasure! “They’re getting so strong, I feel like I could…” Suddenly she squeezed me with them hard. “...break you with them. But I won’t, I promise. Instead, let’s do this…”

Oh oh oh my god…what’s she going to do??

She began to undo the belt, the buckle behind her back. She was going to release me?.

“Ready, honey?”

”r-r-ready for what?” I stammered.

The buckle snapped open, I heard it. It loosened, I felt its leather slide out from behind my lower back. She showed it to me, and tossed it aside.

I was still inside her, my hips still up in the air. I was being held up by my cock.

“oh my god…” I marveled, eyes wide. My weight, some of it, was on my shoulders and upper back, on the pillows. But still - jesus! - she held me in the air with her vagina!

She giggled, amused both at my reaction and her own superhuman ability. How strong was this woman?!? “Does this hurt?” she asked.

“n-no…” I answered. And, no, it didn’t. Maybe it was how my body was positioned, maybe it was because of my shrunken size and mass, or maybe it was something else at work but though I was being all but totally suspended in air by the root of my manhood I felt no pain. Pressure, yes, as gravity tugged on me. But her embrace was stronger than the earth’s pull. “No it doesn’t hurt.”

“Okay good,” she said, biting her lower lip as she sat up a bit straighter, rising up more on her knees and lifting me higher. My hips were nearly two feet off the bed, my upper back cradled in pillows. Suddenly, then, I felt it. Around my cock, where she’d had me grabbed tight by her vaginal muscles, she relaxed a bit. She let me slide out a bit, a couple inches, my hips slowly dropping towards the mattress. I hovered there, for a moment, and then she pulled me back up.

“holy shit…” I gasped. What the fuck did she just do?!?

She giggled, and then she did it again. A few more inches this time, I slid nearly halfway out of her. She paused, and then with the unearthly control, unearthly strength of her pelvic muscles she slurped me back. Holy god!! She was lifting me up and down by my cock! My weight - meager as it was, but nearly all of it, legs, hips, torso - seemed like nothing to her! I began to stammer, blurting her name, maybe sounding panicked but as again she lowered me, sucked me back up, lowered me, sucked me back up, I started to realize: this is how you want to fuck me. She was laughing, amazed herself at what she could do, the strength and control she had. In and out, in and out I went, absolutely helpless.

“How are you feeling now?” she asked.

“l-l-like…like a rag doll…” I said.

She giggled, and pulled me up into her tightly. My body hung from her. Though my hands were still on her breasts, my shoulders on the pillows, she bore and held nearly all my weight by the grip between her legs.

“...being fucked by Superwoman,” I finished, and gave in as she screamed:

“YES!” she laughed.

nnghh…You liked that a lot.

And then suddenly, I was down, and up, and down, and up. She was lowering me, and raising me, and lowering me, and raising me. With the strength of her pelvic muscles, up and down and up and down and up and down and omigod omigod omigod

“Come for me Jay, come for me,” she began to chant, as my hands fell away from her breasts with the turbulence of our fucking, and now we were connected only at the waist. Up even higher she sat so even less of my weight was on the pillows. But I slid up and in up and in to her without losing a beat and my climax - both of ours, by the sound of her - was imminent.

“YEs YeSS YESSS!” she screamed, shaking me below her now, my legs swinging loose wild behind her, my arms hanging limply, head lolling on my neck and I was a rag doll I was I was like her toy up and down and up and down

“oh my god oh my god Melissaaaa…” I groaned and - “ahhhhhhhhhhgggggggghhhhhhh.!!!!” I was pulled up into her, massaged by her walls, let slide, only to be pulled in again. She coaxed me in and out as I lay flailing there helplessly. Faster and faster as she watched my pathetic expressions as I tried not to come. My body was like nothing to her, I was her toy, a shell of a man, dangling but bringing her-

“RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAA-AAAAAIIIIIIII LLLLLLOVVVVVVVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU JJJJJJJJAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”

THE BED SHOOK. THE WALL RATTLED.

Women were laughing downstairs.

GLASS BROKE. THE EARTH QUAKED.

I couldn't take it…it was too much. My eyes went wide and, mouth agape in awe, I looked up into her eyes as I exploded inside her.

I was fucking hers.

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