#i’m just stressed abt what that means for when i’m not on break
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friends? p.2
Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader
Summary: A rivalry between you and Cairo has been going on for several months…what does it take for her to finally break?
Warnings: there r literally none they bicker like an old couple and cairos mean
Word Count: 2k+
A/n: helloooo i’m not sure abt this chapter but lmk what u thought, i cranked this out in its entirety last night, enjoy!
part 1
Friendship was not Cairo Sweet's strong suit. Ask her about Dickinson or Austen or Shakespeare—these were all things she could answer. But the ultimate question of friendship was not something hot on Cairo's mind.
She didn't need it, that was her take. And why would she waste time on something she didn't need?
Friends, much less a partner, was something she never saw for herself. The thought of being a housewife, living in a picture-perfect picket fence house, appalled her. The only things that mattered were her, her writing, and Yale.
So when a certain girl had entered her life, she hated it.
You.
You with your stupid face, and pretty hair, she hated you. A burning passion so intense it heated up her heart and made it race. So intense that she wanted to punch you in the face whenever you passed, only to bandage it up with feather light touches so she could punch you again harder.
At first it was nothing; she didn't have a thing to worry about. A blushing face while you stammered and fumbled around trying to give Mr. Miller an answer, she disregarded you as someone she could respect immediately.
But obviously she had caught you on a bad day, because after those first few weeks, you managed to present yourself in a less idiotic way.
You were, surprisingly smart.
Almost too smart, she pondered. It was getting in the way of her own studies. How could it be, that someone was on bar (never better) than her?
Often she found herself seething at you, arguing at every chance she had with your answers; but, you had given her the same treatment as well.
It wasn't strange for your classes to end in heated debate, both sides failing to yield. It bothered her greatly. She went back home and read more than she'd ever read before, studied just a few minutes longer because she could feel you taunting her.
"Sweet." You nodded, as she pushed open the doors to Millers class. You'd made it a habit to arrive early, leaving only you and her for a good thirty minutes before everyone else arrived.
It was infuriating. To have you so close, open, ready to harm, yet she could do nothing. She'd been having a particularly grueling week. Her parents had just come back from Brazil; and, always seemed to be ready to go at her throat. Gone were her lonely but comforting nights on her bed, candle-lit. Now it was just fights and condescending jabs.
"What did you get on the paper?" Your voice piped up, breaking her from her train of thought. You were referring to the paper Mr.Miller had given back last week, one that counted for forty percent of the grade.
She felt a swell of pride. Scores were something she could argue about. This would take off the stress she'd been building.
"99." She smirked, cocking her head to the side.
You whistled approval, nodding adamantly. Even though there was nothing to suggest so, she could swear she felt condescension in your tone.
She was good at picking out stuff like that. The roll of someone's tongue, the way they smack their lips—it all meant something to her.
She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes. "What did you get?" She asked, brows furrowed.
You didn't say anything, simply holding up a finger and mouthing 'one hundo' and watched as disbelief took over her features.
"You're fucking lying." She seethed. Her good mood had suddenly disappeared just as fast as it had appeared.
You spun around in your seat, stupid smile on your face. God, she wanted to jump at you and claw it off.
"Hey, hey, it's okay to be mad. You can't be the best at everything." You told her, hands behind your head.She gripped the desk harder, knuckles turning a faint white.
She stood up, walking over to your desk."You little shi-"
"Good morning, the both of you!" Mr.Miller interrupted, cheery smile. His enthusiasm radiated off his body like rays radiated from the sun. He stopped short when he saw Cairo stalking close to you, a clear pout on her face.
"What are you doing?" He asked, question directed towards her, voice sickly sweet. He had grown fond of Cairo since the beginning of the term; she was his favorite student.
"I'd like her to be removed from the class. Can't you do that Mr.Miller?" She avoided his question, tilting her face at an angle where her chocolate colored eyes shone bright.
His white brows furrowed, not quite comprehending. "You mean," He started, "right now...?"
Bless him, he had no clue how manipulative Cairo was.
She doesn't let up, doesn't let her disappointment show. You notice it in the slight clench of her jaw--she's annoyed.
"I meant for the rest of the term, I can't stand being in the same class as her." She emphasized her words with a glare in your direction. You send her a sweet smile back.
"Please, flattery will get you nowhere." You winked, smile turning into a real one when you see her get visibly agitated.
"Please, girls. Let's be civil here all right?" Mr.Miller pipes up, trying to stand in between Cairo and you. It does nothing to lessen the tension in the air.
He turns slightly to Cairo, voice firm. "And no...I won't kick Y/N out."
The childish part of you desperately wants to fist pump the air; but, the more serious side of you decides maybe you shouldn't do that in the company of your arch nemesis.
Class turns weird fast. Cairo—normally quick and adamant—stays quiet, seemingly distracted by the simplest of things: a bird singing softly from a window, the great big forests where her house stood, the sound of your feet continuing to scrape against the carpet.
It irks you a little. It has you not listening in class, wanting to focus on the girl in front of you.
You almost don't hear it when Miller announces that you'll be working in pairs for the midterm project, preoccupied with her bobbling head, moving as if she were listening to some imaginary music.
"You will not be able to pick your own partner, that's already been done for...by me." He adds, after hearing the onslaught of voices from the students. It's clear he's not changing his mind.
"Alright. When I call your names, go sit with your pair and discuss how you'll do the assignment. Olivia, Taylor." He calls out the first pair, going down (what seems like) an endless list of names, never quite getting to yours.
You watch as countless people move around, silently looking out for who hasn't been called yet. You needed to get a good grade on this, and a lazy partner was going to be a nightmare.
You strain your ears to hear Mr.Miller over the commotion of students moving, but when you turn to squint at him you're surprised to see he's already looking at you.
A sinking feeling eats your entire being whole as you watch his mouth move. He points his finger at you, then someone in front of you.
Cairo Sweet.
Fuck.
Even though you loved to tease her, you did not need to have Cairo Sweet as your partner. She was likely to ruin you before you even got to starting the thing.
You don't make the first move to get up, instead you sit dumbly in your chair, bracing yourself.
Your peace is disrupted by a huff from above you. There she is.
"Move over. I need a seat." She says, something in her voice making you oblige. She pulls over an extra chair and sits by the other end of the table.
"You can come closer ya know." You say, unsure of how friendly to be. You'd only ever really spoke with her from a distance, a comfortable distance. Now that she's up in your personal space you feel ike you're going to suffocate.
She ignores you, pursing her lips as she listens to Miller explain the project.
You inch your chair closer, prepared to make a sly jab at the way she's being a teachers pet, but her stare—which has now been redirected on you—stops you in your tracks. She looks scary.
Lips downturned, nostrils flaring, you're a bit taken aback.
"Okay jeez. You don't have to be such an ass about it." You mumble, distancing yourself a great deal further than you already were. The mood, if it weren't enough already, turns more sour.
She ignores your suggestions and remarks on how to do the project, scribbling something down on to her notepad every now and then.
"Earth to you, Sweet. Are you listening to me?" You press, starting to feel those tendrils of annoyance grabbing you. It was one thing to be an ass, but to put her own feelings above doing good work was low, even for her.
Especially for her, you think.
"Do you ever shut up?" She growls, biting her cheeks so hard you could see the indent it was making on the outside.
"Okayyy...someone's obviously going through something, but can we just-" You gesture to the sheet of paper on the table, you haven't even been allowed to look at what she's written yet.
"I am NOT going through something." She says again, voice cracking. The sound brings forth a peculiar reaction in you, your mouth hanging open. Her eyes look...watery.
Before you can utter a word she's getting up and storming out the classroom, making heads turn left and right at the loud noise.
"Um...I'll be right back too." You say, sending Mr.Miller a cheeky smile and a wink, hoping that'll lessen his curiousity enough to not come out after the two of you.
You push open the doors, call Cairos' name a couple times.
You eventually find her outside, back pressed against the brick wall. She's lighting up a cigarette.
Her body language looks more calm now, but you're not sure what to do. You shuffle on your feet, twiddling your thumbs.
"Sorry I did that." She speaks, not turning to look at you. It startles you a bit, you hadn't realized she saw you.
"Cairo Sweet saying sorry? I must be dreaming." You try, although you're not smiling and she doesn't laugh. Humor seems to be sucked away in this little bubble belonging to only the two of you.
You move a little closer, then even closer when Cairo doesn't object. Even though you did hate her to the bone, you wanted to make sure she was okay.
"Are you...alright?" You ask softly, watching her face for an answer. She seems to be deep in thought.
She takes a swing from her cigarette and blows. "I don't like you." Is what she says.
The ice breaks. You no longer feel like you're supposed to pity her. This was Cairo Sweet, her heart was made of coal.
"Yeah I think we established that. Anything else?" You sigh, leaning back so you're also pressed up against the wall.
She turns to you, and for the first time, she doesn't seem very mad.
"I don't like you." She says again, moving closer. It's in your natural instinct to step back, why was she being so weird? Was she going to hurt you?
She grips your shoulder lightly, enough for you to get the message to stay still.
"I don't like you." Cairo mutters for the third time, eyes piercing into yours. She seems to be speaking a little lower, a little raspier than normal. Cogs seem to be turning in her head, debating and debating and debating.
Debating on what you can't be certain.
"I get it, you don't like me. So what?" You mummur, voice lower than normal. The proximity is making your mind feel a little clouded.
You try not to let your gaze drift down to her lips, but when there's nothing around to distract yourself with, they do.
Her freckles, the ones that litter her face. You get the disgusting urge to touch them.
"So...don't get the wrong idea." She says before taking your lips in a kiss.
It takes you a second to comprehend what's really happening. You stand frigid, mouth parting to gasp. You're gasp is swallowed by her own lips, soft and supple.
Once Cairo feels that you aren't responding, she pulls away, frightened look on her face. Pink lips downturned, her cheeks a rosy red. You don't have time to process what the right move is. For now, you don't need Cairo thinking you didn't like whatever that was.
You reach for her neck, pull her in for a second kiss. It's somehow better than the first. She responds quick, hands wandering to cup your face, then down to circle your waist, then up to tangle in your hair—like she's changing her own mind too quick.
You let her take the lead, pressing you into the wall with a strength you didn't know she possessed.
You're too lost in it all, the smell of her shampoo, the feeling of her teeth scraping your lips, biting down only the slightest, her fingers burning traces wherever they go.
"Sweet." You breathe, coming out more like a soft moan than you would've liked.
She breaks apart from you, a wild mess. You think she's never looked prettier, hair everywhere, lips torn from your heated kisses.
Her eyes are soft until they flash and something else takes over. It's as if your voice had brought her back to life.
"I don't like you." She snarls, and promptly turns on her heels, just a slight increase in speed than her normal strut.
You're left breathless, staring out into the green plains. Mind and heart racing, you're not sure which organ you should listen to.
The implication of what you did hits you like a freight train. You groan and press your hands to your head, willing and willing and willing for a solution to come out of it.
Not to anyones surprise, nothing comes. A magic fairy doesn't tell you what to do, and you're still standing behind school panting.
"Oh god."
#cairo sweet x reader#cairo sweet#millers girl#tara carpenter x reader#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#melrodrigo#mine#enemies to lovers
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ughhh mistakes have been made :(((((
#my manager asked if i wanted to cover a shift today#and i said sure! not like i’m doing anything anyway#but apparently yesterday they were so busy that no one got a break#which i’m not worried about the no break thing#bc i’m a minor and there’s a state law saying that they legally have to give me a break#i’m just stressed abt what that means for when i’m not on break#bc it’s saturday that means that we’re going to be more busy bc ppl don’t have work#which also means i’ll have to stay later bc we won’t have time to do any of the other things that we’re supposed to do#and it means that i’ll be on my feet for abt 5 and a half hours on my shitty knees ;~;#also#i GUARANTEE that someone will come right at close#bc ppl where i live are entitled fucks who don’t care abt workers#and we can’t turn them away bc of stupid company policy#‘we say that we close at nine but you should stay open until 9:05 in case someone’s watch is off!’#idgaf that’s a them problem#i am closing the goddamn door at 9:00 sharp anyone who wants to come after that can get fucked#sorry for the vent. i just really fucking hate my job#k.txt#vent tw
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maybe the psych ward thing wasn’t a bad idea
#overwhelmed is an understatement i feel like i’m gonna cry#can’t do anything bc i’m lazy as shit and then i remember maybe it’s bc of depression#but at the same time going at a slower pace makes me lazy and i need a right schedule to do things#but that makes me anxious and incapable of doing anything#so it’s just hell huh#and this makes me feel even worse and therefore i’m even more tired and unable to do what i have to#but the idea of psych ward also stresses me out bc of how much i’ll miss out on#like i’ll have to catch up and i don’t think i’ll be able to do that#guess taking a break would mean i’d get better at least a bit but i don’t think that’ll happen like it’s not possible#i can’t get better bc if i do that means there was never anything wrong so i was just making a scene and i should’ve just shut up or kms#i feel like puking and crying all the time#and stressed out beyond comprehension#for no reason#and i know this makes me such a bitch but it’s so exhausting when everyone around you keeps talking abt how ‘omg were all soo mentally ill’#like it’s fun or sth#bc ig we are! but somehow i’m the only one who can’t deal with anything#and i don’t really have an excuse to be this stupid and lazy#bc everyone else is doing ok and keeping up and studying and getting good grades and dating and everything#and i start bawling bc i get a text and i feel like i can’t keep up bc i’m so tired#i wish i was dead
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『♡』 Losing Game
♡ featuring: ajax x f!reader
♡ summary: simmering feelings boil over as you're confronted by the man you hate the most; tartaglia, your boss. wc: 3.1k+
♡ cw/tw: afab, degradation, humiliation, creampie, squirting, light choking, sadism, throat-fucking, cum play, fingering, overstimulation, brat taming, mind break, pet names (doll, baby)
notes: hiii, the positive response from the last one motivated me to get this done just in time for Fontaine. kinda long this time so sorry abt that. ajax my beloved <3 art by sonomi_rap5 on twitter comments and reblogs are appreciated!
Working for the fatui wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially when you aren’t on harbinger status. You were sent on long, grueling tasks only to be met with loose interpretations of gratitude and sometimes silence from the higher-ups, in which most wouldn’t even glance in your direction. Pleasant beginnings became a sour afterthought, and your perception of the fatui changed drastically. Your grievances, however, weren’t helped by your quick-witted snappy attitude and competitiveness; Presumably why you ended up under the division of Tartaglia. You assumed a binding contract from the capricious redhead wouldn’t mean much, but that was quickly proven false.
You'd rather climb every mountain in Snezhnaya than spend a minute talking to that airhead. He was instructed to keep a watchful eye on you during missions despite the competence you demonstrated. It was insulting. Anything he did you could do better. It’d been proven multiple times from the petty challenges you created. How much water you could drink, how long you can stay up. You won every time. How could you not hate him? His feigned ignorance and careless flirtations were enough to drive you mad. “Please, call me Ajax” he’d say, winking. The simpering smile he gave you after every comeback shot daggers in your pride. What made you particularly furious was the incessant drum of your heart whenever he was near you. The warm autumn morning that was his hair. The cool still waves his eyes sent to your core. You couldn’t fall for him, or else he’d have one up on you. You had to be stronger than that. You quelled your stress in a tattered journal gifted years ago.
“Hey, comrade!” His bubbly tone makes knots in your stomach, and you choose to stay silent. You’re hoping this mission will go without a hitch, as long as he doesn’t get in your way. Ajax lets out a teasing whistle.
“Yeesh, tough crowd.” As you’re collecting the items needed for the deal, he rocks back and forth on his heels directly in front of you, absent-mindedly watching.
You whip your head to face him, “You can’t see I’m doing something right now?”
“Oh, I see what you’re doing. But this isn’t entertaining.”
“Unlike you, your majesty, I have no choice but to be perfect. I apologize if that’s not exciting enough for you.” You retort with sarcastic curtsy.
“Haha! You’re always a pleasure to be around, (Y/N). My faithful, kind-hearted companion.” he said with a taunting wink. You're beyond flustered, haphazardly stuffing the remains in your bag and lugging it over your shoulder.
“Let's go.” You say lazily. He follows closely, arms crossed behind his head. “Calling me like a dog, how romantic.”
“If you don’t want to be called like a dog stop acting like one.”
“You could at least give me a treat if I'm gonna be your dog.” He looks at you, making his best impression of puppy-eyes. You bite back a few choice words, and glare at him instead. He isn’t fazed by this and flashes a beguiling smile that makes your ears warm. Glancing at the weight you’re shouldering, he comments, “You sure you don’t need any help with that?”
“No. The last person I need help from is you.”
You and Ajax regroup in an alleyway deep in Fontaine’s bustling city. You are assigned to retrieve a rare gem for one of Pantalone’s elaborate schemes, and you quickly prepare yourself for this interaction. Ajax studies you, leaning against one of the walls.
“Can’t you be a little nicer to your superior? If it wasn’t for me, you’d be in a lot of trouble half the time. You’re welcome.” You scoff. “I don’t know why you’re here in the first place, I have no problem doing this on my own.”
“I’m sure. Don’t mind me, Ms. Independent.” A sly smirk crawled up his face. “Fucking asshole” you mumble under your breath. “I didn’t catch that. Can you repeat it?”
“I said you’re a fucking asshole.” After a few moments of silence, Ajax grips his chest in feigned agony. “Ouch. I’m gutted!”
Just as you're about to leave, he snatches your wrist, now only mere inches away from your face. His hand gently brushes away the strays of hair on your forehead. “There you go, doll. Gotta be perfect for your debut.” A whirlwind of emotions strangles your ability to think clearly, you pull your wrist away and start speed walking, attempting to gather yourself before you get to the jewelry store.
You enter the empty store and are immediately confronted by the jeweler.
“Good afternoon, ma’am. Do you have an appointment?” You proclaim your business and appointment under a fake identity, posturing yourself as wealthy. “May I see identification please.” Of course, you say. As you’re looking through your purse you notice something: there’s no identification here. Surely you weren’t that negligent over something so simple. You rummaged through the other compartments, trying to stay calm in front of an increasingly concerned jeweler. But it’s not there. How is this possible. Your nerves are heightened and the anxiety of failing the mission starts to creep in. “I made an appointment with Lottie; she’ll be able to provide reference. I believe I left my passport at home.” The jeweler seems slightly disappointed. “Unfortunately, ma’am, I am not allowed to present any gems without identification.” Your heart beats faster. “Well, sir, I’m very busy and I’m afraid this is my only chance to close on this item. You wouldn’t want to push away a well-paying customer.”
“I have no choice in the matter. If you have no proof of identification, I must ask you to leave.” Should I take it by force? You thought, thinking about the next possible option. As you’re about to handle the rest physically, the door swings open. Ajax comes up to you, placing his arm around your waist.
“My love, were you able to get the gem we were discussing?” You’re annoyed, but you improvise and look at him as if he’s the love of your life. “Not yet, dear.” Suddenly, he places a plush kiss on your lips. You’re stunned and speechless, filled with anger and wanting.
The jeweler interjects. “And are you the husband? Would you happen to have any identification.”
“Yes, sir.” Ajax pulls out a passport and fake birth certificate unbeknownst to you and begins to close the deal. The rest of the meeting you sit speechless.
“Thank you for your patronage.” are the last words you hear as you leave the store, Ajax guiding you with his hand. You’re silent the whole way back to your room.
You turn your bag upside down and begin looking for the mismatched documents. All while Ajax stares at you expectingly. You ignore his presence.
“So... how about a ‘you’re welcome?’”
“For what.”
He lets out a mocking laugh. “For what? I don’t know, maybe saving your ass back there? You froze, and you were unprepared, Ms. Independent.”
“I wouldn’t have forgotten it if it wasn’t for the obnoxious bullshit you did this morning.”
“That’s dishonest, I wasn’t even talking!” he pretends to be hurt. “Admit that you need me.”
“Fuck off.”
“No.” His light-hearted inflection vexes you and makes it hard for you to focus as you read through the mountains of pages in your folder.
While your head is down, Ajax comes across the tattered notebook just peeking out from under the bed. Storing the months—no years—of feelings you had regarding the fatui. Regarding him. Some time passes and you finally raise your head, met with the horrifying reveal of him skimming through the journal, mischief coating the deep void in his eyes. You spring up and reach for the book but he’s faster, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head.
“This is really good stuff... really good.” You shout profanities over and over, anything to get his attention away from the book. But he continues to read as if you’re not there. When he’s done reading, he lets you go, and you instantly try to swing at him. Before you can land a hit, he grabs you by the throat and stares into your soul, almost as if he’s trying to swallow your being.
“You’ve been acting like a little fucking brat all over a crush? Not very big girl of you.”
“I know you think you’re beyond charming, but I promise you don’t have that effect on me.”
“Really? Let’s play a game then.” He knew you’d accept just to beat him at anything.
“If you don’t cum by the end of this journal, I’ll apologize for everything. I’ll do whatever you want. But if I win-” he steps closer to you, “You have to do everything I say.”
You almost burst out laughing. Such an easy challenge, how hard could it be?
You're panting, trying your hardest to focus on the words that seemed to melt off the page. Your back lays comfortably against his chest, with his legs keeping yours spread.
“Next page, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.” Your words are lenient and breathy. Your underwear is still on, but Ajax’s fingers are covered in your slick, playing with the erect nub just enough to make you fuzzy. “You look like you’re tapping out.”
“This? This is nothing” You respond meekly, continuing the reading.
“I can’t help but have fe-elings for himph.”
“There’s some nice things about me in here, why aren’t you always like this?” He says, circling and dipping into your gushy folds, smearing the glossy mess all over your vulva. You try so hard to read the letters, squirming from his touch. The sensation pulsing from your clit to your brain made you incoherent; the more you move, the more he moves. The contents of the journal are humiliating, detailing your romantic and sexual attraction towards Ajax, and your attempts to stifle these feelings. He was getting a kick out of seeing your flustered face stammer over his appearance. He plays with the precum glazing his fingers, widening them to watch the trail it left. Only two more pages left.
“I-I-” You couldn’t get through the first sentence on the last page. Your thighs are trembling, and your pussy began to twitch. “Uh, s-shit. Ajax, wai-.” He trails his fingers over your clit spelling his name, then pushes two inside, fighting back an amused grin. “You’re almost done” Teasing in your ear. You bite back the moans threatening to escape; at the very least you couldn’t give him that satisfaction. He watches you fall apart, shaking more aggressively before your body gives in and you cum on his fingers.
“Uh oh, that’s unfortunate.” You try your best to catch your breath, but he rides out your orgasm, making you subconsciously grind yourself into his palm. Then you’re struck with the reality of losing. He licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling back from the taste. “So fucking good, does being a bitch make you taste better?” You were too embarrassed from the loss to retort. “You won.”
“I did.” He lifts you off the bed and onto the floor, your legs still recovering. He hikes your shirt up, trailing kisses up your stomach until he gets to your nipples. He flicks and sucks one while kneading the other one, occasionally biting the slightly bruising flesh. “Not gonna moan for me, huh baby?”
“Not in the slightest.” You rasped. He smiles and blows cool air on your tits, sending a rippling feeling down your back. “That’s okay, you’ll give in.”
Ajax unbuttons his pants, and they drop in front of you. Unsheathing his thick throbbing length, drooling with desire. His balls are full and heavy, and as you look up at him his eyes are clouded with lust. The pretty freckles that dotted his arms and chest are much more visible now, and so are his battle scars. He breathed in deep, "take care of this for me, yeah?” You wanted to say no and say fuck this; but there was another side that wanted him desperately, that needed this.
You force your jaw open to accommodate his size and push yourself halfway on his girth, feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. Once you feel like you got it in, you slobber all over his cock, dampening his balls and begin to bob your head. You stroke with one hand and massage his sack with the other, leading to a breathy whimper from him. “Ah fuck, feels good. Suck it slow, slut.” You begin to move faster while cupping his balls, obscene noises leaving your sopping mouth. You have tears running down your sweating face trying to keep up with the vigorous movement of your tongue. You feel him throb a few times, his moans and grunting getting progressively louder.
“Need more” is all he says, putting one of his legs on the bed and grabbing both sides of your head. Before you can register what’s happening. Ajax pushes your head onto his cock until your nose reaches his pubes. He lets out a breathy sigh and starts throat fucking you with an animalistic grip. The gagging and spit noises echo off the walls, along with his continuous whimpering. You wanted to hate him, but your blood was buzzing, and your panties were drenched. “Shut up and take it” followed by broken fuck’s and yes’s. He threw his head back, hair slicked and torso gleaming with sweat, “look at me.” You reluctantly look up, addicted to his passionate expression. “I want you looking at me when I cum.” You grip his thighs, and he twitches a few times before spurting white, thick cum down your throat. He pulls out slightly to drag his semen over your lips and then taps it on your face, holding you in place.
“What are you doing? Clean me up.” he husked. You clean him up without complaint and lick your lips, forced to maintain eye contact with him the entire way.
In one swoop, Ajax picks you up and throws you on the bed, eager to get your underwear off. “You proved your point, stop being an ass" you slurred out. The room was intoxicating, all you could smell and feel was him. He takes your panties off, spreading your pussy to watch the slippery puddle dribble down your thighs. He shoves your panties in your mouth, “Fucking liar, I know you like it. Can’t taste how wet you are?” He aligns himself with your aching hole, keeping your arch steady with you bent over. Shoving his cock in, moaning from the feeling of your body perfectly molding for him. Ajax starts moving at a rapid pace quickly, his big slender hands tightly gripping your ass. The sound of wet sticky skin slapping together and the squelching from your core made you shudder. It was all too much; you have been teetering on an orgasm since you went down on him, and the way his balls thump your clit make you quiver.
“Whiny brat. Just needed to be fucked good to shut up, yeah?” he groaned through his words. Tears were coming down your eyes now, you can’t tell if he’s edging you by accident or on purpose. But right now, you’d do anything. He turns your head to face him, gazing at your tear-stricken face. “Aww, you cryin’ for me?” He stops to kiss and lick your tears, delighted by your tenderness. Taking the panties out your mouth, he brings your body flush with his and continues to pump inside with you looking at him.
“So sweet all of a sudden, where’d that attitude go?” The morals you had for moaning went missing and mewls and soft whimpers began to leave you. “Let it out, baby.” You’re suddenly babbling please’s begging for him to let you have it. “Pathetic, can’t even get off on your own. You need me that bad?” You nod repeatedly, dangerously close to your release. He had a dark look in his eyes and a sinful smirk. “Yeah? Okay, you’ve been so good.” He reaches down and starts to rub your clit ceaselessly, kissing your cheek. Your whimpers become loud shaky moans and he finally lets you have it, shockwaves going through your body as you’re dissolved into pleasure. You pulsate through the explosion, jello-brain and boneless as your cum leaks down his thighs. Just as he pulls out and flips you over. You’re dizzy and drunk off him, legs shaking indefinitely from the intensity. Then he puts it back in. “You can take one more, yeah baby?” Your overstimulated and violent shaking wasn’t enough for him to stop. He wanted you ruined. He keeps going, grabbing your face to kiss you deeply, tongues intertwining with each other. He feeds you deep strokes, tip prodding your spot every time and watching as your tits bounce. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You have no thoughts, only his name rings in your head. You can feel the coil inside you winding up, pleasure beyond the searing pain of your swollen pussy. He looks down at you and smiles.
“Look at me." You can’t hear anything at this point, not even the sound of your own voice. So, it’s a pleasant surprise when your voice carries his name, “Ajax, Ajax”, chanting as if he’s your god. “Fuck. Gonna cum. Let it out. baby” he says grinning. You’re clamping him so tight and throbbing until you ultimately shatter with him, releasing a stream of squirt onto him and the sheets. He bucks into you, letting out thick spurts, panting heavily as he watches you in disarray. You instinctively hold on to his arms, trembling uncontrollably as you try to search for breath and ride it out. You’re completely hysterical and sobbing from the emotion it ripped into you. You were in shambles and Ajax couldn’t help but smile out of happiness for what he caused. “I’m so sorry.” you say repeatedly, eyes shut and lined with tears. He got closer to wrap you in his arms, and you cling to him for stability. “It’s okay, I’m here for you.”
You didn’t want to talk about it when you woke up. You were hoping he’d be gone, and therefore wouldn’t have to deal with the humiliation. But there he was, watching you sleep just as the sun rose. His ginger hair danced with golden flecks of light, and he looked at you like you were the only person on Teyvat.
“Creep.”
“Good morning to you too, baby~.”
#childe tartaglia ajax#ajax x reader#genshin ajax#genshin smut#childe smut#tartaglia smut#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#genshin impact#genshin x reader#ajax smut
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Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~
Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D
thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.
and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)
cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(
wc: 2k+
you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.
sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.
admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.
sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.
you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.
there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.
toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.
“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.
“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.
“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”
“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.
fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.
but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.
so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.
“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.
“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”
you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.
it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-
you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.
“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”
you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”
and then there is black.
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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.
“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.
oh, toji’s here.
“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.
“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.
“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”
“oh.”
toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.
“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”
you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.
toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”
the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.
“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.
“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”
you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”
toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.
“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.
“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.
you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.
“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”
you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”
“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”
“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.
“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”
you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.
“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”
“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”
“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”
you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.
“yeah, i do.” you agree.
suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.
toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”
you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.
toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”
“i will if there’s food involved.”
“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”
a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3
#📫.toji#📫.answered#toji x reader#toji x you#toji x y/n#toji x self insert#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro x self insert#toji fushiguro fluff#toji fushiguro fanfic#actor!toji#actress!reader#toji zenin x reader#toji zenin x you
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Ik it’s hard but i think you should either leave tumblr or just switch fandoms or leave the fandoms all together
Yeah. Don’t think a fandom switch will help me bc it’s not really that I’ve lost passion for bnha, NOR that I even dislike tumblr… I’d still probably like to be here just on my main or even a blog like this (like.. I don’t want to leave-leave, you know? I’m not … upset really.)
Just sucks bc… what really scares me is the possibility that I’d want to come back but… wouldn’t feel able to. I’d love to still have some sort of community connection (even if it’s not at IHB) bc like… I do pick at writing but… once I leave one blog I wouldn’t really . Want to return back to it.
Things will never truly be the same as they were and THATS FINE! And you’re right, I should take care of myself… BUT i need to and am still getting used to the idea. One day soon... but. Not today.
I really appreciate this advice tho!! You’re definitely right in a lot of ways❤️❤️❤️
#see bc I’d love to just relocate here but it’s hard bc… you never truly get the same amount of interaction as a 6k follower account#and it’s unfortunate bc I do love tumblr and would be on here anyway#and would want to be apart of the community still#but it would be hard………. not participating#anyway I’m gonna see what happens when I start school and go from there#I try to tell myself it’s okay to take days off and not worry abt there being too many breaks#I know my time is coming just#I don’t want it to be tomorrow#IHB has been such a big part of my life for nearly the past two years#so it would feel like cleaving a part of me off#a part I love so much#SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEAN IM CRYING NOW#well like. weeping#but anyway#still love bnha with everything just#I have no energy#life is so stressful#and I’m not sure if that’s why I’m so exhausted or bc. I just have mental illness in general#dunno#and it’s hard just feeling like I’m surrounded by people I don’t relate to in the … blogging sense#thank u tho anon#if this is a mess I’m sorry I’m trying to be quick bc I’m waiting for my mom to call#I love u tho#caitie answers#anon
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Ive been imagining this and ik its weird BUT ot8 skz being perv and so obsessed to fem 9th member.. Like they get super jealous and the fem readed being a people pleaser like she cant say no to her friends and cant stand seeing them sad so when the members started to became sexually touchy w her they used that against her and be like "dont u want to see us happy? We've been tired and we just want to relieve some stress.. I thought u can help us.. I guess not" and they pretend to be sad abt it and the reader just felt guilty for not helping her friends so she lets them touch her which led to smut KDNDJFKDJ its weird but idk i die for these kinds of fics
Hands on me?
Warning: Angst, sexual activity, manipulation?
Pairing: polyOT8 x reader.
Summary: Don’t you wanna see us happy baby? They said as they slowly peeled her clothes off.
AUTHORS NOTE: this has been in my requests for a while and I write this when I first started off SO it’s not good at all BUT I’m going to write another one using this same request cause I have another idea AND this was in my drafts for a while so I’m dropping it to clear it.
I hope whoever requested this, enjoys it 🥰
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"Baby?!" She heard someone call for her from the living room.
"I'm in here!" She replied. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she was currently wearing shorts and a croptop with no bra on making her look yummy.
She heard a bunch of voices start piling up in the living room meaning that the boys were back home.
A small smile creeped up on her face as she continued to wash up the dishes she had used to cook dinner. She made a big dinner because at the end of the day she was feeding 8 of her boyfriends who were also MEN.
"Hey love," Han walked into the kitchen. His hair was in a hat and he had his normal hoodie and cargo pants on. "Are you feelings better?" He asked while taking a few steps towards her until he towering her. His breathing was heavy probably from the flight of stairs.
"Mmm, yeah. Just been a long day that's all." She sighed and looked up at him. He had a pout on his face making her coo at how adorable the boy was.
"I missed you," he said in between kisses.
"Missed you too momo," he rested his head on her shoulder she continued to finish the dishes.Han was always clingy, not more than Felix but it was more than the other boys, that was for sure.
As she finished up she felt His hands slowly wondering around her body then slowly landing on her ass. oh, makes sense. He was horny.
She did love every interaction with her boys, she really did but today she wasn't in the mood at all. She was tired and she had a horrible headache from work. having sex was not on her to-do list but a nap was.
"Do you want me to take care of you?" He whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. She was sad because she was going to turn him down and she knew how stressed all the boys were, he just wanted have fun.
"Maybe not right now momo, I'm not in the mood," She told him while finishing the last of the dishes and drying her hands. He pouts and lets out a small whimper.
"Have you eaten yet?" She asked him changing the subject.
"Not yet no," he frowned.
"Okay then sit, let me call the other guys to come eat too," She encourage him, "and don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket," She tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss before going to the living room to find only Changbin sat while scrolling through his phone.
He was wearing all black and he had his glasses on. His hair was fluffy and curly meaning today he was in the studio all day.
"Binnie?" She walked and sat by him, "what are you doing?"
"Hey baby," he kisses her temple and then her lips, "I was just lacing up my shoes, what about you? How was your day?"
"I'm tired that's all," she pouted, "and my period is coming soon so I'm breaking out!" she exclaimed and crossed her arms causing him to chuckle.
"I mean atleast you look nice," he dropped his shoe and pulled her close to his body, "you look beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, amazing-"
"Okay, okay I get the point," she roll my eyes playfully.
"Hey? Am I not allowed to praise my beautiful girlfriend?" He playfully frowns.
"You are I geuss," she giggled and he couldnt help but pull her onto his lap.
"Then let me praise you huh?" He kisses her cheek and slowly starts moving down her neck. A small moan leaves her mouth.
"B-Binnie, I'm not in the mood, please," she told him.
"Why not? You're always in the mood," he looks confused.
"Not today, just come have lunch yeah?" she give him a peck on the lips and got off him so he could stand up.
"Fine," he huffs. He makes his way to the dining area as she depart6ed and headed to Felix's room
"Felix?" she called while knocking on his door.
"It's open!"
"Hey sunshine, dinner is ready-"
"Hey! no kisses? No hugs?" He frowned and turned around from his desk.
"Oh-" she giggled when she realized and then walked over to him, "Hey lix," she repeated and gave him a kiss as he automatically pulled her on his lap.
"How's my baby doing?" He asked as his hands wrapped around her waist and he cuddled her body.
"Mm just tired," she sighed.
"Oh my poor baby, should we watch a movie later?" He was craving her. he wanted to spend more time with her because he felt like he had spent so much time with the boys that he was neglecting her.
"Yeah that would be nice but first go get lunch," she forced herself out of his grip but he let out a soft whine due to the lack of touch and well...the bulge that was now very visible through his pants.
"Look what you've done to me," he whined again causing her to laugh at his distraught state.
"Oh oh, you better fix that before you go down,"
"Help me please!" He frowned.
"I'm not in the mood Felix, please."
"Come on pleaseee, it's been a long day. Don't you want to see me happy?"
His eyes were shiny and hungry, it was obvious.
"Fine after dinner," she lied to him so he could get up and he actually believed it.
"Okay okay, I'm running there now!"
He got up from his sit and rushed out the room.
She followed behind him and checked the dining room to see everyone now sitting down including Chan, I.N, Seungmin and leeknow.
She went around to give them quick kisses before returning to her room and changed into just a huge shirt (that was probably for one of the boys) and underwear.
She turned off all her room lights and entered bed now being able to have a peaceful sleep. A nice, nice qui-
She felt the bed dip and hands wrap around her body. Her eyes open quickly and she saw familiar hands. Chan.
"Channie?"
"Hey babe, I wanted to cuddles," he pouted.
"Fine but no disturbing my sleep," she scolded him and turned so it was easier for him to wrap his arms around her waist.
Her eyes slowly closed once again and she finally thought she was to get some sleep until the door swung wide open and closed quickly, two more people walking in and making themselves comfortable in her bed. Han and I.N. At this point she was so used to it that she just let them stay as they both argued on who was sleeping where.
"Guys if you're going to be in here, you have to be quiet and sleep," She told all of them off. Even if she was getting a little frustrated she scooted up a little so they could all enter the bed.
Not even a few minutes later all the boys were now in her room on her bed piling onto one another under her fluffy blankets. She knew exactly what they wanted when she felt one of their hands massaging her leg.
She let out a sigh, "Such horny dogs!" she groaned.
"Common baby, it's been a long day. Don't you care about us?" Hyunjin teased her in a manipulative manner.
"Just a little fun. Come on please," Han rubbed her leg once more back and forth causing shivered to run down her spine.
"You look good too," Felix complimented her while tugging at her bra strap, "really good." They were basically already peeling her clothes off with their cold ass hands.
She let out a sigh and finally gave in, "F-fine I geuss so," her eyes wonder to Chan who gives her an assuring nod.
//please idk how to write a smut but just imagine the nastiest thing ever happens//
When they were done and the boys were satisfied as Y/n sat on the bed. Her heart was racing from all the action but she was in her own space. Spaced out.
The constant thoughts of the boys using her for their sexual desires made her enter a depressive episode. Yes she enjoyed the sex and the attention but so many emotions were running through her tiny body that she couldn't handle it anymore.
She felt used like a sex toy and the tears in her eyes slowly started to build as she started to breath rapidly. The air in the room getting suddenly thick. Seungmin was in the bathroom running her bath for her after care. The sound of the water falling was the only sort of noise she could hear.
She held her knees against her chest as she tried to calm down. Han's hand wrapped around her waist. As he kissed her temple. "you did so good for us, you know that right babygirl?" he praised but she didnt even notice him in the first place. Her eyes were hazy and completely black and when Han noticed, he gave chan a look.
"Hey, are you with us?" Chan asked immediately as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Y/n?"
No response.
She was staring at the wall right in-front of her. She felt unloved. She felt tired. She was in pain.
The boys (some of them were still dressing up) all turned to look at her. Her body was still bare and the bruises on her arms were visible.
"Is she going into a trance?" I.N asked panicked. "Chan do something, please,"
"Hey Y/n? Babygirl? It me. Can you hear me?" He walked over to her and grabbed her tiny hands.
"C-channie?" She chocked as She looked up at him. The tears slowly starting to fall.
"Yes my love, it's me. Can you tell me where you are?"
"I'm alone, I'm all alone," she sobbed. "Why am I like this? Why am I so disgusting?" She cried.
"What do you mean Y/n?" He asked shocked.
"I-I want Binnie, I want Binnie now," she said reaching out for him. Changbin did not hesitate. He was right by her side pulling her onto his lap. The rest of the boys understanding what was going on and quickly taking action.
"I'm here princesses, tell me what's wrong," he had no shirt on and the skin to skin was slowly giving her comfort as his body heat was radiating warmth.
"I-do you love me?" She asked. The panic in her voice was clear. She was soon going to get a panic attack. it was building up.
"Ofcourse I love you babydoll, why would you think otherwise?" He questioned while kissing her forehead.
"i- i dont know, please dont be mad at me," She sobbed in his chest. The view was heartbreaking and the boys knew that if they didnt find a way to cheer her up soon it would end up into a full blown panic attack.
"I'm going to make some brownies for her," Felix said because he knew this was the only way he could comfort her on his part. He quickly leaves the room after hesitating for a bit not wanting to leave her.
"I- are you guys using me? For sex?" She cried harder. Her hands held Changbins chest as She struggled to breathe. Their faces were in absolute shock. was this what they made her think? was this all she thought she was to them?
"Ofcourse not," leeknow knelt down infront of her. He slowly rubbed her thigh. "Jagi, you need to breathe. Can you do that for me?" He asked her. Her body was shaking still. she tried to gasp for air but failed.
"Listen to me beuatiful, you need to breathe like me....see," he took a deep breathe to demonstrate to her but it was no use.
"i- i cant breathe," she gasped and let go of changbin to grab her neck. it felt like it was closing up. Her vision was blurry now and the lack of oxygen was getting to her.
"C-chan?" she gasped as she slowly she started to pass out. Her body giving up on her due to the many emotions.
"come on baby, stay with me," she heard in the distance.
"Guys! call 119,"
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This is just a fic no one come for me 😔
#skz imagines#skz comfort#skz x reader#skz angst#skz fluff#skz x y/n#skz x you#skz drabbles#skz stay#stray kids drabbles#straykids#straykids x reader#stray kids angst#stray kids as boyfriend material#stray kids fanfic#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fluff#stray kids x y/n#bangchansgfblog#bangchan angst
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Hi im back☺️☺️ can i request prompt 2 with (who would have guessed) chuuya? I just couldnt resist after that last smut like HOLY shit i reread it every morning😭 Take your time and remember to stay hydrated💛
ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ; 02 : Brat taming
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; Chuuya has been pretty busy lately, and his needy girlfriend is being bratty abt it. This leads up to him taking you against the table. <3
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; mean!dom!Chuuya, sub!bratty!fem!reader, fucking on a table with Chuuya, degrading kink (f!recieving), ooc!Chuuya (ig), slight spanking, kinda fingering, petnames (such as slut, baby, whore, etc.), porn without *any* plot, basically me in heat /j, etc.
ɴᴏᴛᴇs; This is a draft bcs i can. So take this while i have to take a break, i just suffer from major daddy issues right now lol. Also, this was from my new year event, enjoy! ( 5-6 months later; felt horny for Chuuya so take this while i prepare myself for a exam!!)
“Such a fuckin' brat for attention, huh?”, Chuuya tsked at you.
He had such a stressful day, just to come home to you whining and annoying him further.
Chuuya just needed to somehow ‘relief’ all that stress!
“I’m s-sorry, Chuuya!”, you said just for him to spank you.
“I don’t wanna hear it.”, he hissed.
You were being spanked on the table, bent over of course, while still having your panties on.
All his spanks just kept you wet for him.
Even though you still had some undergarments on, you could tell there was gonna be a slight hand print.
“Now, bend over for me, just where i can see you perfectly, understood?”, Chuuya commanded you, with a slightly strict tone.
Not wanting to piss him off more, you just bent over as far as you could, just how he wanted.
Waiting for his next move, you felt him rip off your panties.
But those were your favorite!
“C-Chuuya! Those were my favorites?!”, you felt his hand wrap around your neck from behind, it wasn’t too harsh, but it wasn’t very soft too.
“I can always buy you more. Now, do you want me to fuck you or do you want me to just leave you like that?”, he whispered into your ear, sneakily having his gloveless fingers tease your wet pussy.
This made you even more desperate for him, even wetting his fingers with more of your slick.
“You don’t want me to leave you so wet for me, do you? It would be such a shame, y’know?”, now he was just teasing you. For what even? To beg? As if!
“N-no..p-please, fuck me, Chuuya.. I-i need you!”, he felt a small smirk creep up his lips.
“What was that? Was it my slut begging for me to fuck her brains out?”, Chuuya never disappointed with his dirty talk, did he?
He knows what he’s doing, he just wants to frustrate you!
But it’s fair, afterall all your whining got you here..
“J-just do it already..”, you weakly said, starting to grow impatient.
“I know you can beg more nicely than that, baby.”, Chuuya denied you even further.
“C-come on, p-please, Chuuya..stop t-teasing me, I’m r-really sorry!”, you could feel yourself on the edge of desperate tears.
“Awe, my poor princess is about to cry, isn’t she? Well, if you want it, who am i to deny you?”, finally, he was gonna take you!
“But since you’ve been such a brat, i won’t go easy on you..”, i don’t care, just fuck me like the whore i am!
You heard Chuuya take off his belt, feeling relief washing over you.
When he removed his boxers, you felt him entering. Since he’s not that cruel, he’s gonna wait a few seconds before pushing in completely.
It was finally time, he started to thrust into you, just like he said before, not particularly soft..
His pace was fast and rough, which was amazing, but kinda overwhelming, but you asked for this.
“Consider me nice enough to even fuck you like this..”, Chuuya said while ruthlessly fucking you into oblivion.
“F-fuck! F-feels so good..”, you chanted, obviously already cock drunk.
“You’re already so drunk of my cock, aren’t you? Fucking slut.”, yes, it was mean, but it was just the truth!
Honestly, nobody should blame you.
You slowly felt your high approach, feeling your knot build up.
You felt Chuuya’s hitched breathing and whimpers against your ears, while he was holding your tits.
“Fuck, ‘m so fuckin’ close..”, you were getting pretty close too.
“Tell me, who’s fuckin’ slut are you?”, you better still have the ability to answer this question.
“Y-yours! I’m your slut, only you fuck me like this..”, you answered, slurring these words.
“Damn right, nobody can slut you out like i can, understood?”
Something just snapped guys.
#chuuya nakahara smut#chuuya smut#chuuya x reader#chuuya x you#chuuya nakahara#bsd fic smut#bsd smut#bungo stray dogs smut
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pov ur nervous abt ur new job but feel a little better when u think ur coworkers will be nice and friendly but then they aren’t and it sends u on a downward spiral bc ur just quirky like that
A retelling of ‘oh my god. You hated me. You’ve hated me this whole time.’, taken in a DIFFERENT mental-illnesses-go-brrr direction! Continued below the cut,
Haha yikessss! That’s cringy! I’m surprised you’ve scrolled down this far! Mostly I’ve been hoping people would see the first bit of this post and go ‘oh hell nah’ and pretend like it didn’t just plague their innocent mind with the knowledge that self insert cringe of this level still exists! So congrats! I’ve committed many crimes and you’re here to witness them
To answer some question you might have:
Who is that???: SURPRISE IT’S NOT VANNY!!! that is Babbit! Or Rabbit, or Bones, whichever you prefer. It’s a self insert of me!
Why are they a rabbit one second then a person the next?? Are those even supposed to be the same character??: Yes, they are the same person, just drawn in different ways! Why they change is a little more difficult to explain bc it,, depends, honestly sjdhdjd. A lot of the time, the rabbit is like,, an inner version, the more honest and vulnerable version of Rabbit, the ‘you’ that YOU see in your own mind. The regular human version is, normally, what the world sees, the actual, physical person that is Rabbit.
But why tho: Idk I just like weird stupid metaphors and weird wonky character designs!
What’s happening??: Rabbit has a job at the daycare! Rabbit is an anxious, stressed out and socially inept person who worries a lot about what other people think! Sun and Moon dislike them, bc this was inspired by some of those AUs where Sun and Moon are just mean for no good reason LMAO. Rabbit is crushed by this bc they thought Sun and Moon, who are PROGRAMMED and DESIGNED to be likeable and friendly and caring, would HAVE to like them!! It’s their job! It’s what they’re supposed to do! It’s what they’re built for: to like people and to be liked by people! To be disliked by them means there is something so fundamentally and ineffably wrong with them that it breaks the laws of physics- at least in Rabbit’s mind. Before they could disregard everyone who disliked them as people being people and them just having a disliked personality! But to be disliked by something designed to like people? Holy mothballs, bat man, you must be REAL KINDS of fucked up!
They think there is something so wrong with them that even the ones who like everyone do not like them, and it is THEIR FAULT that they are disliked, not anyone else’s- not even Sun and Moon’s. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. And it hurts more when Sun and Moon fake being kind and friendly under a heavy layer of passive aggression. So, at the end of their rope and believing there is nothing that can be done to help them or fix their situation, they start to loathe Sun and Moon and start to lash out at them whenever feeling especially slighted. Is this reasonable? No! Does it make them feel better? Absolutely not!!! Do Sun and Moon deserve it??? No not really!!! And the farther it goes the more Rabbit let’s themselves sink into being as bitter and hurtful as they always tried so hard not to be. And it’s not anyone’s job to fix them but theirselves. But right now, for the first time in a long time, they really don’t want to.
Does Rabbit actually just need a hug and a warm blanket???? Idk probably!!!!
This is a self insert????: Yup!
So this is based off you??: Unfortunately!
Does that mean-: haha!!!!!!!!! Don’t worry about it!!!!!! :) Next question!
Most people’s fantasies are about their faves liking them, yknow: Haha yeah!
Why did you even make this: I’m going to pretend like I’m not just completely nuts and say, it helps me process my feelings and also ✨catharsis✨
Do you want to talk: HAHA no definitely not this is embarrassing enough as is!!!!!!
U good?: Yes actually! Just weird! Sorry sjdgdjshdnvdndbdhd
Why are you sharing this: idk tbh maybe validation on some weird fucked up level lmao
Anyway thank u for ur time and I apologize for the death of so many of ur brain cells. Idk why ur still here but holy shit man idk if I should be proud of u or scared of u. I’m mentally giving u a gold ribbon tho congrats on,, reading this abomination of a post ig
#tw mental instability#tw self esteem#tw mental health#mentally ill#catharsis#vent#warning vent#vent tw#yeah I have anger issues but I’m too small to actually b violent#ssjsgdjshdndhdbdh that was a joke#god there is so much wrong with me#shdgdjdhdndvshdhhdbdANYWAY#self insert#fnaf self insert#doodles#sketches#bones of a rabbit#rabbit sona#my younger self is looking at this and hating it LMAO#anyway. I am very sorry#lashing out
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What do you think Alpha and Omega’s relationship is like?
OOOOOHHHH OK LETS DO THIS
Ok I know you asked abt Alpha and Omega specifically but I’m also including Delta cause in my mind those three are inseparable
So in my mind Alpha, Delta, and Omega were all summoned together. They were gifts from Lucifer Himself to show His approval of the Ghost Project.
Alpha is bold, fierce, and is known for his temper. Omega is the opposite, calm and collected and tender hearted. Delta is like nice middle ground of these two. He’s typically chill and happy to be included but he also has three sets of jaws and he will use them.
(I base Delta’s design off an electric eel since he went from water to quintessence)
Alpha and Omega argue a lot but it’s rare that’s it’s like something serious ya know? It’s more like telling someone you love to go fuck themselves to show your affection. They tease each other and purposefully get on each others nerves because it’s genuinely fun for them. It helps both of them relax to be able to just not be serious for a while.
On the flip side though when one of them is having an off day you better believe the other is right there. Omega tries to help Alpha with his anger, helping he breathe through it and redirect the energy into something else. If he can’t then he at least helps him find a way to get it out that won’t cause any harm to anyone. Sometimes that results in Omega letting Alpha pin him to the bed or vice versa.
When the stress of the being the Clergy’s “prized quintessence ghoul” gets to him Alpha is there offering to kill somebody (mostly joking of course). Alpha never realizes how much him just talking to Omega means. His words are always fiery and passionate and it encourages Omega.
When both of them are having a bad day, snapping and snarling at each other, Delta is there. He does something stupid on purpose to make them laugh and break the tension. He reminds them both that they’re a pack and that they have each other. He’s kinda the glue that holds them all together.
I love my Greek letter trio and you’ll have to pry them from my cold dead hands
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#alpha ghoul#omega ghoul#delta ghoul#ghoul headcanons#golfball thoughts
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Littledonnie littledonnie littledonnie
LITTLE DONNIE!!!
I don’t know if this was a request or not but I’m taking this time to give you my regressor Donnie headcanons bc he’s ABSOLUTELY my favourite turtle and I need to talk abt him or I’ll explode (I have brought my ‘87 Donnie figure with me to Holland, he’s my emotional support turtle)
Regressor!Donatello Headcanons!!
👾I think Donnie would either slip for one of two reasons, Stress- from working so hard on all his inventions and tech or two Leo was bored and needed a playmate
👾In my head Donnie’s regression range is on the older end of the spectrum but if something goes particularly bad in an experiment or an invention he goes deep into regression
👾His usual regression range I’d say is maybe 6-8 making him more of a kid regressor but if something goes wrong and he’s deep into it I’d say 0-3.
👾Donnie doesn’t take very good care of himself while he’s big so he is absolutely not allowed to be left unattended while small, even if he’s at his oldest age
👾This frustrates the little tot. A lot.
👾But he’s easy to calm down, put him in front of the projector and stick Little Einsteins or Sid the Science Kid on and he’ll stop his whining
👾And I mean stop, that boy shuts up immediately. He could be in the middle of talking and if you turn those on he just stops and stares
👾On this topic science museums. (I could do a whole set of hc’s based off this) he loves them
👾He’s not allowed in his lab when regressed, that was a rule set by big Donnie out of pure fear that he’s gonna break something he worked very hard on
👾When Donnie first regressed he was scared. He got so scared, that he slipped further into his regression going from a solid 6-4 within seconds
👾He cried, then toddled into Leo’s room and cried more because he trusted his twin more than anyone else with this new strange feeling
👾After Donnie fully grasps what is going on he tells Raph and Mikey, Leo becomes his primary cg because he was the first to know and Leo is his twin, so if Donnie goes non verbal they can use their “twin telepathy”
👾Donnie swears the twin telepathy thing is fake but somehow Leo always knows what little Donnie needs
👾Donnie doesn’t bite very often (Little fun fact here, softhells are very possessive of their things and very often bite and don’t let go for awhile) but when he’s little, those chompers get put to use
👾Leo once took a crayon off Donnie once so he could colour in with his Hermano pequeño. Donnie bit. And Donnie bit hard
👾Leo didn’t bleed but he screamed, Raph came over and had to physically pry Donatello off his brother who was inspecting his new bite wound. It scarred over
👾After that they bought Donnie a paci- for Leo’s safety. It’s purple (obvie) but that’s it’s only distinguishing feature. Donnie doesn’t like the ones that are covered in gems and beads, they distract him too much
👾If both of that disaster twins have slipped it results in both Raph and Mikey taking care of them because, while Leo is a handful by himself and Donnie is relatively easy putting them together causes chaos
👾Donnie typically regresses to be the older twin in this situation so he’s easier to calm down and stop him being a little shit, then once he’s been told he’ll immediately tell Leo to stop
👾Don would be such a little cutie to take care of, an absolute angel for you as he politely awaits his praise and for you to tell him how good he’s behaving
#!!! <3#sfw agere#age regression#agere community#fandom agere#agere#agere blog#tmnt agere#headcanons#donatello hamato#Donnie tmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt agere#rottmnt donnie agere#donnie hamato#donnie Hamato agere#Donatello Hamato agere#age regession
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hi chai !! i’m a bit anxious to ask my question because i feel like no matter how i explain things, people can’t exactly hit the nail on what i mean or tend to be hostile. but, i do feel comforted by your blog and decided to send in an ask! i’m an infj-t (the rarest and one of the most complex personality type) so that plays a major factor when it come to manifesting.
as one, i’m an overthinker, one who is in my imagination/head a lot and tend to get anxious and stress quite easily. i’ve tried many things (deciding, a+p, vision boards, scripting, praying) and tend to be stagnant because of me doubting if i’m doing enough (which is associated with my mbti) or if i’m doing it correctly. this tends to leave me frustrated, leaving my mind numb, and overall overwhelmed. it’s genuinely tiring and breaks me down everytime because i desire to live a life of joy. do you have any suggestions on how i can overcome this hurdle of mine?
p.s. though it may sound like it, i do not believe i am giving power to my mbti. my intention in stating my personality type was for you to understand how i think and function as a person (giving that sense of intimacy, per se). it personally had helped me to understand how i function as a person.
thank u in advance <3
hii! im glad you felt comfortable sending this ask i watched some videos abt the infj-t personality type so i could fully understand how to help you
from what im seeing in these videos it seems like infj's do tend to overthink and avoid doing things bc of procrastination but they also seem to be very firm in their beliefs which is actually really good for manifesting
if u tend to be in your head/imagination alot u can use that to ur advantage like i think you would like a+p with saturation bc its a constant and your brain literally always responds to repetition
but also visualization i have aphantasia so i personally dont use visualization and whenever i see the word imagine i kinda just translate it to think so if u meant seeing then visualization if u meant thinking a+p
also to not feel overwhelmed you could try manifesting things 1 by 1 and then having a list of the things u would like to manifest (i saw having things pre-planned helps alot of infjs) and maybe meditate before you do it
theres not just one right way to manifest its really wtv method you liked most you just have to tell yourself im doing it right ofc i am like discipline
(credit to my moot tenbinary on twitter) this is what i mean like the only way u can "fail" is by telling yourself you failed or going back on what u affirmed/visualized instantly
i get how acknowledging that your a intj helps you understand yourself better its not giving your power away unless u were literally like "it is impossible for me to manifest because im a infj" im a infp + a cancer and while i know that zodiacs/personality types dont rlly mean anything unless u think it does i still like to have fun relating to cancer content i see
i hope this helped you atleast a little bit and if u need anymore help feel free to send another ask or message me <3
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SMOOOOCHESSS!!!!! o(≧▽≦)o !
I hope you’re doing amazing n having an absolutely wonderful day n summer chu chu!
Another one of your anons already gave light to this but remember how you said that Dottore would’ve most likely put his fragile lover in a comatose state but with an endless happy dream until they were to wake up? Well, I’d like to add on it a tiny bit:
Many years had gone by, but in the dream it was only a few weeks. But of course you didn’t know that time moved differently, nor did you really realize it was all a dream really. While sure you were confused why you woke up in your dorm with Dottore forcefully taking off your blankets and reprimanding you that you’ll be “late for class”. Was you being sick this whole time just a nightmare? Did Dottore never actually become the 2nd Fatui Harbinger? It made your brain fuzzy for most of that week as you tried to act normal. But eventually it soon slipped your mind, and now you’re here out in the forest with Dottore researching some ruin machine.
As Dottore continued his research however, you decided you wanted to wander and explore the forest. He told you not to stray too far, and you nodded as you freely looked around. You easily get lost in the beautiful greenery and pretty flowers the forest provided. Or the small creatures of the forest that would wander in it.
But as you continued your walk, you suddenly bump into a wall. And yet, there wasn’t a wall? You could still see the rest of the forest, yet you couldn’t cross over. You gently placed your hand against it, and nothing happened. What’s going on? Are you dreaming? No, are you dead?!
Dottore’s voice suddenly breaks your trail of thought as you walk back to the direction of his voice. But before leaving, you turn back one more time. Unsure as to what’s going on…
Days pass and your mind has been too preoccupied that the only thing you can think of is that encounter with that weird occurrence that happened in the forest. Dottore had quickly noticed your state of stress that night when you both had returned to your dorm, but you quickly lied and said that you simply got scared by some animal in the forest.
So one day while Dottore was out in the desert, you decided to visit the forest again. Same spot, and everything, and this time there was a crack in the middle of the forest? It seemed almost like a portal, yet it was just an endless void. But should you really? What if you died? No wait, what if you’re already dead? Agh this is too complicated for your small brain!
With a shaky sigh you decided to put your hand through it, and nothing happens! Maybe it isn’t as scary as you thought it would be…? You decide you’ll try to go in, and as one of your feet goes in, you realize there’s no ground-
But before you can realize you’re already falling in the endless void. Terrified as to what is going on. Will you just keep falling forever?!
But as you continue to fall, your body suddenly starts to become weaker and tired. Your ears start to ring and you can hear the sounds of machines beeping and buzzing. You eventually close your eyes…
When you wake up, you feel exhausted and sick, you open your eyes and see- huh?! Dottore? Wait no, why is there three Dottore’s at your bedside looking at you curiously?! Are you imagining things? What is going on!
Hehe I hope you enjoy this my little cutie pie!!! I had quite a bit of fun writing this, I’m sorry if my writings are sometimes too long or if my English/grammar is bad I usually just write these whenever an idea gets in my head or I get inspired! And thank you to that wonderful anon for giving that amazing idea abt the dream mwa mwa! Im sorry if they take any offense to me adding on I don’t mean any disrespect I just couldn’t help it since it was just such a wonderful idea >< !! I give you lots of kissies and huggies I luv luv luv you!!! Big kiss!!! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ
🎐 ANON FEEDING US ONCE AGAIN OMFG😭😭🛐🛐🧎♀️ IM EATING THIS UP SO MUCH AHHHHHH
Waking back up in the Akademiya was something you never thought you’d experience again. Your illness had assured your removal from the institution, so when you felt the familiar sun pour onto your face, you were understandably highly confused, as the last thing you remember was being so sick you could barely leave bed. But it seemed like that may have been just made up on your part, as Zandik showed no sign of remembering what you did. So while you did have some suspicions, you couldn’t help but put them to the back of your mind. After all, who would complain of an ideal life of happiness, with no sickness or suffering?
Going out to explore with Zandik again really felt like a dream though. Sometimes you helped him dissect random machines you found lying around, or collected samples for class, or just walked around when you got bored (because even you couldn’t handle all that science sometimes.) Though, walking smack into an… invisible wall was not part of your plans. It was shocking - you could clearly see the landscape ahead of you but when you walked… bam! You could walk no further. You tried not to take it into consideration, you tried deluding yourself into thinking it was simply tiredness. Just ignore it, you tried to tell yourself. You were happy here, happy you insisted. But no matter how to tried to remove the mysterious wall from your mind you could not get it out.
You thought being by his side would be enough, but you needed to see what was on the other side. Because you feared that this was all too good to be true. And you were right.
Blearily, you opened your eyes and your mind was fuzzy, barely comprehending your surroundings. The first thing you noticed was the thump-thump of your head, the numbing pain slowly bringing you back to your senses. Blinking your eyes more and more, you could make out the blinding lights and also the figures hovering over you, which immediately sent your heart rate up. Who wouldn’t be scared to wake up with people just watching you. Did you get kidnapped or something?!
And then you realized that one of the persons was Zandik, and you instantly relaxed. Your beloved was here. You’d be fine. Though he looked a bit different from what you remembered. But when you looked to the next person, your heart rate shot through the roof again. It was, quite literally, a damn clone of your lover. And the other one was too! It had seemed like the three Zandiks did not expect you to be looking at them either because you could see their mouths ajar, surprise on their face.
You fainted on the spot, and the lab bursted into chaos.
I LOVEEEEE YOUR IDEAS SO MUCH ?!!! ITS SO *CHEFS KISS* I WANT TO EAT YOUR WRITING AS WELL. IM HOLDING YOUR WORDS SO DEARLY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE DOTTORE *cries* I truly always loved the idea of fragile! reader waking up one day to a bunch of clones swarming their room and they’re like ?? wtf who are y’all..?? And at first they’re a bit fidgety and nervous around the clones because I mean who wouldn’t be a bit jarred at having a dozen or so copies of your lover? But you notice how some of them follow you around like puppies and you’d be a fool to not notice how infatuated they are with you! I miss the clones sm 😭 And like,, I can imagine the angst after you woke up from the dream?? And Zandik having to explain what he did to you in order to keep you alive,, and the mood gets heavy but all you can do is give him a hug and thank him for letting you experience such a beautiful dream. But all you want to do is be with him in reality, even if it hurts for you. And although he wants to refute you, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do when he sees you struggling every day, he can’t deny your wishes.
BIG KISS AND HUGS FOR YOU TOO 🎐 ANON 💖💖💖💖💖💖 LUV LUV LUV U MORE!!
#smooches talks#🎐 anon#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#your brainrots has me daydreaming too much 😭💖
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Babysitter pt 2.
Ellie x Fem Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut: lowk toxic..
It was 3:40 am. you were trying to sleep knowing you had a busy day tmr. you were shook out of your thoughts when your phone went off suddenly.
𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: I miss you.
𝙈𝙚: who is this?
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: guess..
𝙈𝙚: no tell me who this is.
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: your no fun…it’s me Ellie
𝙈𝙚: oh..how did you get my number?
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: don’t worry abt it..do u miss me?
𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙣... 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙??..𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠.
𝙈𝙚: if I say yes would it change anything?
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: depends if u mean it.
𝙈𝙚: your fucking your child’s babysitter ellie.
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: i am…and she loves it.
𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙮. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
𝙈𝙚: Ellie stop texting me.
𝙈𝙚: we can’t keep doing this. sneaking behind your wife’s back just to fuck???…it’s wrong..I respect her. I can’t.
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: you want me just as much as I want you (y/n). why can’t you see that.
𝙈𝙚: because it’s wrong..I’m starting to feel things for you I shouldn’t be feeling.
𝙈𝙚: It’s so fucked up because I love you Ellie.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙. 4:20 𝙖𝙢.
𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥. 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧?? 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥.
You regretted saying that. knowing it was to late to delete the message. your just a 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 to her nothing else.
you awoke at 11:30 am getting in the shower to try to relieve some stress.
your nerves were so bad today. You had to babysit Theo at 12. you really didn’t wanna see Ellie. you were 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨.
As you were leaving you got a notification.
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: meet me in the shed in the backyard. don’t come in the house.
𝙈𝙚: I’m sorry for last night. I just don’t wanna fuck up you and Macies life.
𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣: just come we need to talk.
𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠. 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠.
you hurriedly got in your car and drove off. Heading towards Ellie’s. 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩? 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚?..you gripped your steering wheel hard. your thoughts over clouding you. How could you feel this way about a married woman. who has a wife and child.
𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙.
It took you about 5 mins to actually get out your car. You physically couldn’t. You were scared as fuck.
You finally grasped yourself. Got out and walked to the back. Not bothering to let Macie know you were here.
as you were getting close to the back you saw the shed. it was dark brown. Dirty. needed to be cleaned. There were old flowers around it like someone had tried to plant a garden.
𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨.
you didn’t bother knocking on the shed. You just went in. “ellie” you said quietly. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
“𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚“ you jumped. Turning around seeing Ellie come out from behind a shelf full of tools.
“Fuck ellie don’t do that” you told her grasping your chest. “𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚“ she said once again.
“is what true ellie” you sighed looking at her face.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?“ Ellie said never breaking eye contact.
𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩. 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.
“ellie-“ “(𝙮/𝙣) 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩..𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚“…She said in a weary tone.
“Ellie I love you…so much it’s so fucked because you have Macie and Theo I- I didn’t wanna fuck anything up i hate myself for that” you blurted out. Staring at her wide eyed at what you just said.
“𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥?” She said confused.
“I- I don’t know”
“(𝙮/𝙣)“ Ellie said grasping your chin in her hand. “𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣?“ “Ellie I just…fuck- I want you to leave your wife” you gasped quietly. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠.
𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙊𝙝 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠.
“(𝙮/𝙣)“ Ellie said softly.
“fuck ellie I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ “𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 (𝙮/𝙣) 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙮“ she said turning around. rubbing her eyes roughly.
𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚.?? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚?
“Ellie I’m not just gonna be your little secret who you fuck whenever you want to” you told her.
“𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨“ “ Like what Ellie please enlighten me cause you confessing your feelings to me in the laundry room could’ve said dif-“
You tried saying. Ellie cutting you off in a breathtaking kiss.
“(𝙮/𝙣) 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨..𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚“ Ellie said grasping your face with her big hands. “Ellie..please” your doe eyed eyes telling her everything.
“(𝙮/𝙣) 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮? 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮“ she said kissing down your neck. You sighed out. Her hands sliding down your body to your ass. “𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮?“ you looked down at your tits giving her your silent. yet noticeable answer.
“𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙚𝙢?“ grasping your tits in her hands. Ellie started twisting your nipples softly “ahh ellie” you whimpered out. “𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮“
“yess” you moaned out.
Ellie pulled your teeshirt off. Leaving you in nothing but your jeans. “𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡..𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙖?“ “no” you said in a twisted grin.
“𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙝?..𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖?..𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩“ she said demandfull tone in her voice. As she grasped your chin hardly.
“I’m sorry” you whimpered out. “𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩..𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 ��𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩“ you nodded slowly. The pain from her hand on your chin was starting to fade into pleasure. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣.
“𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?“ she asked grasping your chin harder. “yes ellie- fuck I won’t” you whined out. fists clenching at your sides. 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩.
“𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩“ “what ellie” “𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 ..𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠“ She told you grinning ear to ear. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.
“elli- “𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧“ she told you manhandling you into position. It was uncomfortable your lower half was off the table. Ass pushed into Ellie’s waist. Legs clenching. Your top half was mushed into the table. Your tits aching from the pressure put on them.
“ellie please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your right leg bending a little. Toes clenching.
“𝙉𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝..𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧“ she growled. Pulling your jeans down smacking your ass cheek hard. “𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨“ she said looking at the marks on your bottom. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪..
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚?..𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙪𝙝?...𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤“ she reached out. wrapping her hands in your hair.
“𝘼𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚“ she said pulling your head back.
𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙.
“I- Ellie wh-“ “𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗“
before you could even comprehend anything. Ellie plunges her fingers into you.
“FUCKK” you moaned out.
“𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝..𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?..𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚..𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄’𝙢 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙮𝙚𝙖?“ she slapped your ass again. Leaving another stinging print. The stinging aching bad. From your 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚.
You could hear the squelching of your pussy as Ellie plunged her fingers into you. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩..𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙢?“ “please ellie” you whined. “I’ll be a good girl I-” “𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨“ she whispered out. pumping faster and faster until…
The sound of squirting filled the shed.
“OH MY FUCKKK” you moaned loudly. Ellie quick to cover your mouth. “𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 (𝙮/𝙣) 𝙝𝙪𝙝?“ you were to fucked out to even respond.
𝙛𝙪𝙘���. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙.
“𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮?“ Ellie said pointing at her shirt. Which was now soaked in your juices.
“I- I dont…” you trailed off innocently. Big eyes glaring at her.
“𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩...𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩“ she said grabbing your face harshly. Kissing you. Tongue digging into ur mouth exploring.
She broke the kiss. grinning as you chased her wanting more. “𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙“ she looked at you biting her lip harshly. “𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙩?“ she joked.
“um actually yea..I miss Theo” you told her smiling.
“𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜“ she said staring you down.
You were confused and 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣. Ellie started taking her shirt off. “Ellie what are you doing?” you said clenching your legs together.
“𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩 (𝙮/𝙣) 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚?“ you rolled your eyes at the thought of her. 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙚.
“oh yea sorry” you said quietly.
“𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪...𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚“
“okay” you told her just wanting to get away from her. Because Ellie’s abs. 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙣.
you grabbed her arm. Walking with her until you got to the door. “𝙘𝙢𝙤𝙣“ she said. grabbing your hand pulling you thru the door.
Once y’all got inside your eyes went wide.
Macie was standing there looking between you and Ellie.
𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚.
“Ellie…why is your shirt off?” she asked looking at her.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙.
you slightly put a hand through your hair. Making sure no mess was clear. “(y/n) wanna tell me why you were in the backyard?” Macie said glaring at you.
𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙.
before you could say anything Ellie spoke up.
“𝙎𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙩. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨..(𝙮/𝙣) 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛𝙛“ she said calmly.
𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩.
“Babe no (y/n) I am so sorry..Ellie shouldn’t have made you do that…your the nanny not the fucking fixer upper” Macie said snorting loudly. 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥.
“I- I” you said stuttering out.
𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠.
you sighed out.
“you okay” Macie asked you.
“Yea..is it okay if I ta- take the day off?..I promise I’ll be back tomorrow” you said.
Ellie glanced at you. Sadness written all over her face.
You gave her a forced smile.
“Ohhh (y/n) yes you can..would you be able to take Theo to the park tomorrow tho?..he was really looking forward to it”
“yes of course” you told her.
“good..well have an awesome day..I’ll call you and let you know when to come” Macie said.
“great..tell Theo I miss him and can’t wait to see him” you said.
“of course..let me lead you out?” She asked.
“uh sure”
You said your quiet goodbye to ellie. no 𝙝𝙪𝙜 this time.
You quickly got to your car. Macie talking the whole way there about the “𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨.” Your just blushing nodding your head. Acting like her wife didn’t just fuck you in her shed.
“Well (y/n) I’m gonna let you go..I’ll see you tomorrow I hope” She said beaming ear to ear.
“Yes mam” you told her. Getting in your car. You backed out of the driveway. Macie waving as you left.
𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩.
As you were getting ready for bed that night. Fresh out the shower. Lotioned legs. You got a message from your phone.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: thinking of you…why did u leave:(((
𝙈𝙚: I couldn’t stay there it felt weird.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: oh. was it her?
𝙈𝙚: yea lol.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: your my number one girl yk?
𝙈𝙚: sure.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: I’m serious. wyd rn?
𝙈𝙚: just got out the shower…
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: oh yea. send pic.
𝙈𝙚: ew no I look gross.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: baby please:))
𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚.
𝙈𝙚: ugh fineee
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙘 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛. 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥. 𝙉𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: mine.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: let me see that pretty face
𝙈𝙚: ellie noo I look ugly
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: please baby:(
𝙈𝙚: ok fine.
𝙄𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 15 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚.
𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙩 9:50 𝙥𝙢
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: goddamn you don’t know how bad I wanna jump thru the screen and do you so badly.
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: your tits miss me?? I miss them.
𝙈𝙚: your stupid. lol
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: did u not read the first message?
𝙈𝙚: i did. ur cute
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: naw baby that’s all you.
𝙈𝙚: mmkay I’m going to sleep..have to get up early yk??
𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚: sure. see u tomorrow baby. I love you.
𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ. ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇxᴛ. sᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚.
…pt 3?
i had to rewrite this whole thing omg.
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I listened to The Summit audio (part 2) and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION WHAT)
YEAH WHAT IS FUCKING GOING ON??
Tf do you mean Porter, THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PORTER
William order you to WHAT NOW
Oh my god it’s an alibi for both of them
Alexis please find some care in your heart.
I mean.. We could make it a game of Cluedo. It would add more to the plot.
Can vampires even get wrinkles??
“I didn’t kill him, now relax, we have work to do.” That was the most human i’ve heard Alexis.
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OH HEAVENS SWEETHEART IS ALIVE WHOOP WHOOP
Wait did they see what happened???
Oh no Asher sounds so stressed 😭
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David needs a fucking break
Pushed magically away? Oh shit is closeknit here.
It’s so interesting to see the characters discover plot we already know of, Imagine their reaction to Sunshine and Elliot or Blake and Bestie.
Sweetheart maybe take the memo and not do this
Goddammit Porter. Godfuckingdammit.
Confrontation part 2??? Let’s go
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“Get in line.” Porter you snarky bitch
WOAH THERE ASHER?? I’m kinda woahie 🤞
My jaw is dropped. MY JAW IS DROPPED ASH. THE TEETH??
Are they on the floor, like Porter being pinned or?
Big word time 😇
I’m so lost right now. I'm so shitty abt politics, all I'm getting is a corrupt government.
Kinda attracted to both of them rn… 💕
Porter and Asher both have great points tbh
Where’s Sam when you need him 😕
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Are we really doing a trial right now??? RIGHT FUCKING NOW???
So the department ruling has only been formed for 50 years. Oh wait nvm that's not Alexis.
OH HI SAMMM
Monarch Baz is so self centered I loathe her, But damn she can be commanding when needed.
“Do we get a vote.?” “Do I look like a vampire, How the hell should I know?” Yes you two make some comedic relief, god knows we're gonna need it.
What are the mates/partners doing?? Is Lovely playing uno with Angel in a corner or??
I’m losing track of the whole houses thing, but that’s ok.
Monarch Baz sounds so URGAJDDSAK.
“Zane, Ephraim-” , I heard Zac Efron and I was so confused. WAIT IS THAT HOW ERIK GOT THE NAMES??
I’ll be honest, I don’t think “The House of Shaw” and the Solaire Clan are gonna be allies after this 😭
The House of Shaw needs a break what about that 😇
“A piles of bones, obviously.” God it’s sass meeting sass.
ASH?? Are we breathing him in right now???
“Only the bones were left.” Aw yum?? Little chew toy for Darlin’ or something 🤷♀️
Beheaded Adam style, Lovely. (Pun intended)
“Considering his skull was halfway across the room, I’m assuming he was beheaded. That, or someone played an impromptu game of soccer with the good king’s skeleton after the fact.” Alexis put a muzzle on yourself please 😭
Yeah tbf Christoper isn’t really a saint here, Vincent can vouch for that. Also where is Vincent.
Calm conversation?? CALM CONVERSATION???
What’s with him and blaming Solaire Clan?
Christoper. Maybe look Lovely in their traumatic eyes and tell them that. STRAIGHT TO THEIR FACE.
Adam hate club 🙌
Porter standing up for Vincent? Wow he really does keep his word on the whole Solaire’s stick together, also how many people have been killed now.
“Well, I realized I left the stove on four years ago when I left, I needed to come check on it.” God the Solaire’s breathe sass don’t they.
Nevermind. All vampires are sassy.
What is the Shaw pack doing again, are they just in the corner.
Demon blood? Yeah David. POISON??
So hypothetically, If Gavin bled and sprinkler style sprayed his blood everywhere, he could kill a bunch of Vampires if it gets them in the mouth.
“Shockingly we don't make a habit of broadcasting our weaknesses pup.” Is this an Imperium reference or?? (I've only seen like edits of Asher being called pup so idfk??)
How the fuck did someone get demon blood. A blood bank??
Why are they so sassy? WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SASSY??
CLOSEKNIT GETTING BLAMED WOO, I was so scared they were gonna blame Sweetheart or something.
NO BC FR THAT CLOSEKNIT AD WAS SO FUCKING RUDE, AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD AD. IT WAS LIKE A PERFUME AD.
If the Shaw Pack is gonna keep getting trampled can they just leave? Pup, Dog, A leash??
Christopher, Your fucking alibi is so shitty man, You’re so fucked 😭😭
Oh shit he’s found guilty. HOLY SHIT WAS THAT HIS NECK??
The Shaw Pack is losing their minds and rightfully so, what the fuck.
IS THIS NORMAL TO GET KILLED OR SOEMTHING???
Bye Alexis?
OH LOVELY WAS THERE?? Oh yes ma’am.
Yes we’ll speak with William. IF WE CAN GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM??
Well. At Least that’s good? Thanks Monarch.
No Vincent, baby.
Porter, You confusing bastard.
IS THAT THE END?? NO URGSHDH. NOT AT THE LORE DROP URIFEKDFDF
#IM SO HYPED FOR A PART THREE#i need to see how the pack reacts to this#like ik its the whole allies thing#but after seeing that would they want to be allies??#SO MANY QUESTIONS#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted porter#redacted lovely#redacted vincent#redacted angel#redacted david#redacted milo#redacted sweetheart#redacted sam#redacted alexis#redacted monach baz#redacted monarchal summit#redacted summit#washa rants!!
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