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batsplat · 7 days

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You cannot imagine how giddy I get when I see you've posted a nice long thesis on the riders. And the timezones work as such that I see it during breakfast and it MAKES MY ENTIRE DAY. The content just keeps tumbling around in my brain the whole day. Thank you!!!💛💛💛

this is so incredibly kind that I really don't know what to say... so I'm going to fire off a random undercooked take that is very very far away from thesis territory. featuring the 2015 season

in 2022, jorge gave one of his own regularly scheduled takes on the 2015 season. he offered up a bit of an unusual opinion by focusing on the argentina clash that year - which he that "crucial" in the collapse of the marc/valentino relationship:

(god, can you imagine having a workplace falling out so bad that seven years later it's still an active topic of speculation what exactly the precipitating event was, and several of your coworkers enjoy regularly weighing in with their thoughts? like man they'll never be allowed to rest)

I find this really interesting coming from jorge. one of the fun things about that season is the degree of genuine ambiguity that exists about all of the major on-track flashpoints. was one of valentino or marc responsible for the argentina crash? was the cutting of the chicane at assen premeditated by valentino? and, of course, did valentino really kick marc at sepang? that being said... the argentina one has always been the one where it just seemed... unfortunate timing, shit happens. it's more on marc, he made a misjudgement and also just took a bit too much risk in the context of the title fight, but complete racing incident. that's the reason why this is a slightly odd take from jorge. it's the one incident nobody really has pinned on valentino, certainly not the commentators or the commentariat or otherwise or anyone

to be clear - this post isn't about figuring out what 'really happened' at argentina 2015, it's more about... well, how it was perceived at the time, and what that tells us. but, just to quickly get this out of the way: from the outside (and with the obvious caveat of 'what do I know'), it's a little tricky to see how you'd solely blame valentino for the collision. valentino is by this point clearly ahead of marc, he's literally just been bumped into by marc so may also not have been 100% in control of the bike, and he's taking a regular line into the next turn... when marc essentially rides so closely to him that valentino turning the bike takes out marc's front wheel. even if vale's deliberately trying to ride defensively against marc, he's perfectly entitled to do so. I know jorge doesn't actually specify valentino crashed marc out deliberately, but given the specific situation, I feel like that's what you're implying when you're saying he's "responsible". you're suggesting valentino knew where marc was and essentially purposefully moved the bike across to wipe out marc's front wheel and... look. I suppose it's possible, though valentino's also allowed to some extent to deliberately make the life of the guy behind him harder. more likely, this is just what happens when two hard racers race each other and insist on practically sitting on each other's bikes when they're on track together - sometimes it'll go wrong. except, of course, that won't stop controversy from breaking out... especially not when it's these two. here, from one of the write ups of the race, is a description of the two of them I've always been fond of:

which is very them, yes. same type of guy, slightly different flavour, both with carefully cultivated reputations. but look, the main takeaway is this: we don't know their actual intentions. I don't know if valentino deliberately made contact with marc. let's be honest, marc doesn't know if valentino deliberately made contact. only valentino knows that. jorge lorenzo certainly doesn't know that. so why is this the incident he brought up?

in part, I'm curious how jorge even got that impression that marc was mad, and also why he thinks valentino was to blame. the latter, okay, jorge isn't naturally inclined to be generous towards valentino's particular style of racing, not least because he's fallen foul of it a fair few times over the years (though I'd say valentino on occasion was rather less subtle than that against jorge lol). but why is this the thing jorge brings up? I mean, you'd think he'd point to assen as the turning point, given he was literally sitting in that extremely awkward post-race presser and clearly very much enjoyed the whole thing. does he know marc was mad at valentino for argentina? that marc "didn't like it"? was this some kind of paddock rumour at the time? would there have been any basis for that rumour?

so, marc himself was quick to publicly deny that he was angry at valentino, something he reiterated at the next race in jerez. immediately post-race, he said the following:

and the official statement:

it's still far from the snarky digs of the post-assen presser, but to me this is a little open to interpretation. I always find 'learn' a very interesting verb. casey over the years was particularly keen on using that word, typically in relation to valentino, to the point where when you see that his tweet commemorating valentino's retirement includes the phrase "I learnt a lot from you".... well, that can be read in lots of ways, not all of them positive. it kind of depends on what you're learning, right? when casey uses it, the implication is basically that valentino was an asshole and casey had to learn to play his games and be more selfish fighting vale. marc uses the word four times in the interview, plus again in the statement. valentino has a certain reputation, a reputation marc is of course more than aware of. he is known for... not being a cheat, necessarily, but being a little underhanded in his tactics, a little devious. yes, valentino did a good job in managing the race, but also in the "melee". "you learn different things and different strategies". what kind of different strategies, marc? are we sure he's talking about tyre preservation here?

(speaking of tyre preservation, one of the reasons why marc was probably feeling particularly disinclined to let valentino go without a fight was the fuckery with the tyre choices. long story short, tyre choice was a big talking point due to the extreme wear they'd had the year before and the extra compound bridgestone had developed. marc made a bit of a show of faffing about with a late switch that he kept concealed until basically the last moment, presumably to fuck with his competitors who were tensely waiting to see what he'd pick. valentino, who had opted for the hardest option, said after the race that he'd ignored what marc was doing because he knew there was only one choice for the yamaha anyway. so in the end it didn't really work to unsettled his key rival and also... well, I mean, marc was two laps away from the tyre choice working in the race, but not quite! just couldn't build up the lead he needed to prevent valentino from reeling him in)

also, "in the end you can see perfectly what happens" is not technically the same thing as saying valentino was not to blame for the incident. it's a phrasing that shies carefully away from actually giving marc's own take on the incident. basically telling the viewer to draw their own conclusions from what they've seen on tv - even though of course marc does make clear he sees it as a racing incident. it's the kind of vague statement that marc has occasionally popped out over the years, at times perhaps implying more than outright stating he has a problem with a certain incident, which does make you maybe raise an eyebrow or two at how he words it here. it's just... listen, it could be 100% innocent and the whole thing isn't flirting with disaster as much as assen is, far from it, but it's the kind of thing where with 20/20 hindsight you do kinda go. hm.

there is a little more evidence that marc was indeed mad at valentino for what happened at argentina... if valentino is to believed and marc's manager told him so directly after sepang:

(why, if you are marc marquez's manager, do you go to valentino rossi after sepang 2015 to tell valentino you think marc was angry at him for losing him the title. why would you do this. what are you trying to accomplish here)

do I believe this conversation happened? yeah, kinda, because it feels like an odd and very specific thing to make up. that's just a gut feeling thing - I have zero evidence either way obviously. I think at most it's plausible valentino misinterpreted what alzamora was saying. of course, the words "as much" do set off an alarm bell or two, maybe suggesting alzamora didn't directly tell him the bits about argentina and assen. but, y'know, it's also entirely possible marc did think valentino had deliberately taken him out in argentina, especially in the heat of the moment - and his team would very much have been aware of his feelings on the matter. not fun to crash out of the penultimate lap. not when clashing with the championship leader, who is also your hero and who you've generally gotten the better of... not easy not easy

anyway, again, this is definitely a bit of an undercooked take, but it's always nice to get a little bit of insight into what the paddock vibes were at the time. if there are many people - and if there were many people back then - who think that valentino had deliberately taken out marc, that he should have apologised to marc, that marc was mad at valentino.... if it got back to valentino through alzamora, did he hear it from other people too? to what extent was this kind of thing common wisdom within the paddock, or are these takes literally nobody but jorge believes in? we don't know, but it's interesting! argentina is kinda the unloved child of 2015 divorce incidents. partly because it does look so innocuous, partly because it's harder to ascribe ill intent, partly because the two parties are far more pleasant to each other in the aftermath. that's why jorge coming back to this specific incident has stuck with me... in all honesty, I don't really trust jorge to be a particularly good judge of marc and valentino's interpersonal chemistry at any given moment in time, but did he see the cracks beginning to emerge so early in the season? to what extent did argentina already make things visibly less comfortable between the pair of them? why does jorge think marc wanted an apology?

if marc really was particularly angry, then it does go to show how quickly he flipped the switch himself when it came to valentino, swiftly reappraising him as a serious rival who should be treated as such. also, let's put aside a minute what valentino's actual intentions were... it's revealing if marc did think valentino was deliberately fucking him over here. (which, given he's repeatedly using the word "learn" - if he does think valentino's responsible as jorge suggests, then he also doesn't think it was just an innocent lil mistake. you don't 'learn' from your hero making an error, you learn from them riding in a way that wins them the race by crashing you out.) like, y'know how in this post I was saying marc obviously was perfectly aware of valentino's past history, including the feuding and controversy of it all? I mean, if you want proof of how aware he was, look at assen 2015! he's clearly immediately suspicious of valentino and his motives... because he knows what valentino's like, because he knows that 'planning to exploit a grey area in the rules by deliberately allowing marc to make contact before cutting the chicane' is absolutely the kind of sneaky shit valentino is renowned for. what if marc does share jorge's belief that valentino is responsible for the argentina crash? if marc thinks valentino did so deliberately, then that tells you something about how marc sees valentino, no?

obviously they both massively over-correct when they arrive at jerez, which is how we get 'in bed remains the same' and lingering hugs feat. hip-stroking in parc fermé, all that stuff. if it did plant a little seed of suspicion, a little seed of doubt, then that maybe helps explain why they were focused on each other more than they were on the guy who won the next four races - even when it became increasingly clear jorge was the championship favourite. which is what it comes back to for me - the fact that such a seemingly innocuous incident was allowed to blossom into so much more shows there was already something there between the pair of them. the championship might be one thing... but somehow, if given half a chance, they were always going to see each other as their number one rival

#this is so lovely to read seriously... I'm awful about compliments but it really is appreciated #all I have to offer is lukewarm takes in thanks #bunnbunn #//#brr brr #this isn't really relevant but jorge's 'on race day something always happened' like 'rain'... buddy that. that is part of the game. come on #silverstone was WET wet misano flag to flag motegi drying track. it's not like Big Yellow got out the rain machines #he's right that the 2015 season shouldn't have been close given he was fighting a washed up 36 year old but like. buddy that's on you #also I'm gonna be honest the time stamps are completely misleading... all scheduled or when the insomnia wakes me up too early #'why schedule for the middle of the night' idk it's a slightly silly habit I picked up as a teen for a different blog and never kicked #something about spreading out posts without distracting myself during the day by making last minute edits #I find athletes easy to understand because I operate on a similar wavelength of natural neuroticism

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starswallowingsea · 3 months

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every time i've gotten into a popular series or franchise i've always been disappointed by it because like. its so hyped up and i watch it and find it mid and it appears we are not watching/playing the same thing

#reasons i wont like. get into ace attorney or fma or anything else #and by popular i mean like. ubiquitously popular. like an 'everyone at least knows of it' type #like ik enstars is popular especially in asia but in the west its a lot more niche #for whatever reason one piece is more niche ime than naruto or bleach despite arguably being bigger and literally still ongoing #and then jjk. god help me jjk is awful now #i was going to say idk if jjk is at that level but i've had easier times finding merch for that than some series here #so its certainly up there.#umu not to say its not good but i just find them being so hyped up leads to a lot of disappointment especially #since i didnt get into them at the same time as everyone else ie during formative times in my life #in middle/high school so it holds a completely different context for me being in my early 20s #anyway. idk where i was going with this. im not not into popular media/anime specifically #obviously. i run a semi popular one piece blog.#but compared to other things i am certainly less drawn to popular series #and find the uber popular ones have. declined in quality recently #what is going on in bsd even these days i should catch up. no i shouldnt. someone tell me when kouyou shows up again #the only redeeming thing in that series is my beloved kouyou you dont understand #and chuuya but mostly kouyou #but if its not just me and 20 other bloggers on this godforsaken site then i dont want it #shay speaks #again this is. just about my personal taste dont try to take this out of context so help me god

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transguygardner · 2 years

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im the milf

#i have so many reasons to hate hal you underestimate my abilities #but hating hal for the old comics is completely reasonable especially since modern hal is no different #he just didnt do the big awful thing people like to ignore/excuse in the old comics #hal hordan hate blog

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softrosedyke · 10 months

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the great culling begins.....

#i'm tired of this grandpa!!#thats too damn bad #i feel so guilty unfollowing mutuals that haven't been active in 6 years #like i have a completely different blog but aw :(#anyways.... LOOK OUT #we're cleaning house to build new community #yeehaw

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missmeinyourbones · 1 year

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omg megumi and "open your mouth for me" PLEASE

i like the way you think anon

NSFW 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

cw: afab!reader, fingering, cum eating, spit (?). finger lickin' (good)

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as distant as he may seem, megumi thrives off of intimate sex—which surprises him more than anyone else.

he remembers being an awkward teen, watching any god-awful porn he could find online and thinking oh, so that's what sex is supposed to look like.

like a fucking book report, he'd take mental notes of the underlying motifs and tones. always the same dynamics—men big, muscly, and dominant as they throw and bend women every which way. rough. cruel. dirty.

but now he's twenty-four. an adult. he pays rent and votes regularly in local elections and drinks black coffee and fucks like a real man, not the ones he used to see on his computer screen.

if he told his past self that he'd be here, with you, doing the filthy things you do to one another, he'd scowl in pure distaste. and honestly, the thought of anyone else doing it still does sound a bit foul to him.

but it's different with you.

it's intimate, something only he gets to see and only you get to feel. it's hidden from the world and completely your own, different each time yet somehow always leaves him feeling the same.

megumi's never been adventurous, but he's learned that he would do just about anything you ask as long as it's paired with a meek please and thank you.

his fingers twist and curl inside of you, practically molding your warmth to his liking as he softly rocks them in and out of your cunt. he sweetly kisses the sweat beading on your forehead and you whine when the palm of his hand brushes against your sensitive clit.

you're close—he knows you well enough to know through the heightened pitch of your whimpers and the clenching muscles around his fingers.

his voice is soft against your sticky cheek when he gently encourages, "come on, you can do it."

he knows you can, and you know you can. because megumi knows exactly where to poke and prod and linger inside of you to get you right where he wants you. something he's learned through the embarrassingly loving trials and errors of intimacy with you.

"always look so pretty," he kisses your jaw, relishing in the way your body feverishly chases his touch, "wanna see it, please."

and that's really all it takes. you come around his fingers with rocking hips and a breathless whine.

megumi lets you ride it out on his fingers, lets you rock your shaky hips into his palm for as long as you need to get the most out of him.

when your head falls back and your breathing slows down a bit, he allows himself to pull his fingers from you with a lewd pop (something he would cringe at years ago, but now makes his heart swell with pride).

you're tired, he knows, but still, he's incredibly hard and disgustingly in love with the moment spread out before him.

he nudges your nose with his, a silent command for you to kiss him. he cant decide if he loves or hates the way you teasingly turn your cheek, making him work for it.

he pouts softly, needy and shameless as he nudges you again, "come on, open your mouth for me."

and when he asks, he means for him to slide his tongue against yours, but you clearly have other plans.

his mind is only focused on tasting you right now, so when you reach for his wrist, he doesn't think twice.

and when you finally open your jaw slightly ajar, and it's to pop his cum-covered fingers in the warmth of your mouth, he's nearly nineteen again—cumming his pants at the sight of something he thought he'd never actually feel.

"jesus christ, babe," the groan comes desperate and whiny from his throat.

he hides his reddening face in your chest and you laugh at the sight, giggles muffled by his long fingers when you mumble out, "what?"

when he pulls away from your mouth, a string of spit follows, connecting your swollen lips to his pruney fingers. the romantic in him knows it's the invisible string that forever ties the two of you together.

but his words aren't as poetic as his thoughts.

"bitch," he grumbles frustratedly, and you actually laugh at his blunt words.

he doesn't mean it, and he's not trying to be sexy and degrading like the men he used to see online, he's being himself. desperate and needy and so in love with you that it hurts him in moments like this.

"that's not fair," he whines when you lick your lips through your giggly amusement.

his eyes go from his hand, to your lips, to your eyes with something that looks like shame mixed with hunger when he murmurs, "i wanted a kiss, not... that."

your nose scrunches, "you didn't like it?"

"no," he's quick to clarify with a blush. he leans into your swollen lips, and when you finally let him kiss you, tasting like your cum and his spit, megumi thinks he might pass out.

"no, i loved it."

#megumi x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi smut #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi fic #megumi fushiguro fic

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ghouldump · 4 months

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one piece | calling them by their names

synopsis : calling your boyfriend (one piece men) by their real name, instead of their nickname, as a prank.

author’s note : hi ghouls! welcome to my blog, i hope you enjoy your stay. this first post is short, but i thought it was fun, i definitely plan to do more like this.

monkey d. luffy.

he doesn't even realize you're saying luffy. he had been too distracted, thinking of what he would eat, as soon as the ship was docked in the nearest city.

"luffy, can you do me a favor?" you asked, focused on peeling the fruit. he nodded, before usopp nudged his shoulder.

"what did you do?"

"what?"

"is she upset or something?" he asked, the words dawning on the captain. you used his government, and not the name you had given him, lovebug.

why was he luffy now, and not lovebug? had he done something? impossible, all he had been doing all morning is thinking of the different meats he'd try-ah! perhaps you were in need of affection. it wasn't until becoming your s/o that he began to understand the need to give and receive affection.

stretching his arms, he pulled you close, taking away any personal space you had previously.

"y/n"

"yes?"

"please never call me anything other than lovebug," he said shamelessly, your heart warmed at his cuteness.

"aw, it was only a prank lovebug," you reassured, pecking his lips.

roronoa zoro.

he immediately notices, and feels uncomfortable. after a minor heated conversation, you mischievously planned to make him feel guilty, only as a joke, of course.

"zoro, you should come get some food, you know sanji won't save you any," you called out, making sure to use his birth name, instead of the name he grew to enjoy, darling.

were you really so upset, you'd use such a name, when darling suited him better. the term flowed perfectly from your lips, when speaking to him, he couldn't understand why you'd want to use his name.

"what did you just call me?" he asked, towering over you, brows furrowed.

"zo-

"i know we were fighting, but you know how that makes me feel, calling me that," he grumbled. he always struggled with communication, but with you, he'd lowly shared how he felt, which always managed to move you deeply.

"darling, i was only joking," you laughed, as he sighed.

"good"

"but i was serious about sanji, and you know luffy is only willing to wait so long, before he devours the rest”

usopp.

he won't notice immediately, but after a few times, he is in shambles. he was doing his usual theatrical story telling, and you had yet to spend any actual time with him.

"usopp"

"and there i was, everyone else was scared, but i knew i could save them-

"usopp"

"one second, honey"

"usopp," you repeated, nearly giggling as he visibly froze, realizing you had been calling him usopp, and not cutie patootie.

"excuse me fellas," he nodded at the surrounding group, leading you away from everyone, before holding each hand in his own.

"honey, is everything okay?" he asked, you seemed to be enjoying yourself before, laughing alongside nami, before she left you.

you were thinking of something to say, but the puppy dog eyes made you surrender quickly.

"it was only a harmless prank, my cutie patootie," you said, pecking his lips.

"you had me worried for a second," he said, scooping you into his arms, spinning around.

vinsmoke sanji.

he will notice immediately, and will be in complete distress. you were helping him cook dinner, when you decided to mess with him. while he was flirting all the time, he was a bit more focused when cooking, and that could bore you at times.

"sanji, can you taste this?" you were whisking the cake batter, while he placed the roast into the oven.

"sanji-" you turned around, his jaw practically hanging on the floor.

"what have i done? scold me, i am a wretched man, how have i upset my queen so greatly, that you choose to use such a name," he said, going to his knees, holding your waist.

"sanji, it was only a prank, i was only messing around sweet pea," you told him, as he stood, embracing you.

"the apple of my eyes, you are, i hate when you call me anything other than your sweet pea," he spoke.

"if you two do anything near the food, i'm giving both of you terrible haircuts," zoro spoke, making you both jump, while he walked away.

#one piece x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #usopp x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x black!reader #— ghoulreads 🐾

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ariesangelxo · 11 days

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mornings - part two

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise it’s coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol

an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3

part three

the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days weren’t much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that weren’t the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you weren’t okay, but they also knew they couldn’t force you to talk about it or you’d shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldn’t sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your mother’s heart break in front of you.

this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.

she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.

"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.

"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.

you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.

"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."

"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.

you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"

sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."

you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.

"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."

you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.

you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.

“you know… you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks you’re hot.” sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.

“funny,” you rolled your eyes playfully at her, “but it’s way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.”

“i didn’t mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.”

“i just- i don’t know, sar. i’ve been such a wreck these past few weeks… can i tell you what happened?” you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.

“yeah, of course you can. but don’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”

you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafe’s behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.

“and so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in and…” you looked up as your vision began to blur, “he was talking with some bitch i’ve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!”

you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarah’s jaw was nearly on the floor.

“what the- what the fuck?” she racked her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.

“god, shit. i’m so sorry, babe. i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.

you shrugged your shoulders, “what’s done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.”

she nodded, “then let’s go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.”

after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.

you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and you’d be damned if you let anyone ruin it.

the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.

you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didn’t see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility he’d be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.

you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.

“slow down there, or you might not make it too long.” jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.

you gave him a laugh in response, “i’ll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.”

“stick by me then, don’t want any of these pervs creeping on you.” the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know he’s flirting, but it’s clear he wants to keep you safe knowing it’s your first night out in so long.

you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.

rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didn’t come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, “fuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, we’ve got shit to do.”

your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldn’t quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.

you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didn’t know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you as he signaled him to leave.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.

“what the fuck do you want, cameron?” your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck do i want’? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and haven’t spoken to me in almost a month.” his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.

you let out a humorless laugh, “out of nowhere? you can’t be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.” you didn’t yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.

“what? be-because i couldn’t be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasn’t out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?”

“‘working your ass off’ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,” his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, “you let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?”

your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.

rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you weren’t physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.

when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. “you’re using again.” you stated flatly.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “don’t act like you fucking care.” he spat out at you.

“jesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?”

“don’t worry about it. when did you come to the country club?” his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.

“the day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because… because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.”

rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.

when he was about to speak, he was cut off. “is cameron bothering you?” jj’s familiar voice called out. you looked past rafe’s large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.

rafe gave a humorless chuckle, “stay the fuck out of it, pogue.” he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight either.

your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you weren’t the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. “yeah? let’s fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.”

everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.

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kaleldobrev · 4 months

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Obsessed

Pairing: Felix Catton x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader, Felix Catton & Oliver Quick

Summary: Despite hating you, Oliver can't seem to get enough watching you and Felix being intimate

Word Count: 592

Warnings: Non-Consensual Voyeurism (Oliver being a creep essentially), Smut (P in V — Brief/Minor Descriptions), Cursing (4x), Praise Kink (hinted) & Fluff Elements

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The whole scene in front of Oliver was that of one he knew he shouldn’t be watching; but it was a scene that was too intoxicating for him to not look away. Even before coming to Saltburn, he had found himself every so often peeking in on you and Felix as an unwelcome voyeur in your activities.

Without having sex with either of you, he knew the exact movements and phrases that could get the both of you off; knew how long it took either of you to come; and knew every curvature of your bodies. You could say, he was obsessed.

Today was no different, as he was currently crouched down in the dark bathroom that you, him, and Felix shared; making sure he was completely unseen by either of you as he watched your usual routine.

The two of you always did such an awful job of being quiet that Oliver was surprised that no one else could hear the two of you in your blissful state — or maybe they just ignored the two of you as they were used to it by now, which made him wonder the kinds of things Eddie had heard the Summer prior.

Oliver didn’t like you in the slightest — he despised you — but he couldn’t deny how beautiful you did look in this current moment. Your hands flat on Felix’s chest, his hands with a firm grip on your waist, both of your eyes shut, and your head was slightly tilted up looking up at the ceiling as you rocked your hips as he bucked up into you.

The sheets were doing an awful job at covering either of you; the only thing that was somewhat covered were his thighs, but even then, the sheets were slowly making its way onto the floor as the two of you moved.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” Felix whispered, his words matching each thrust. Each time he thrusted into you, you let out such a pornographic moan that could make a pornstar jealous, but it was also one of the most elegant moans he had ever heard in his life — something he never knew was possible until he had met you. “Fucking made for me,” Felix continued, praising you — he always praised you.

“All yours…” you finally managed to say; two words that made him flinch with absolute jealousy.

"So fucking close," you mumbled, as you started to clench around him; his grip around your waist getting slightly tighter.

Felix sat up just enough so he could start peppering kisses along your abdomen and chest, before licking a long strip from your belly button to just below your breasts, where he stopped. One of your hands went to his hair, gripping it gently, as his nose started to nuzzle against your skin. "Fuck I love you..." you heard him mumble against your skin. With that admission, you felt yourself start to come around his cock, and his hips curved into a smile against you, before going back to leaving more kisses.

Once the scene before him was done and over with, Oliver quickly and quietly left the bathroom before the two of you suspected a thing; as the last thing he needed was one or both of you to see him lurking at the two of you. He was already slightly on thin ice when it came to kissing Venetia (something he was able to fix into his favor); but he knew one more thing would send him packing — and leaving Saltburn was something he couldn't let happen.

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honeyshiddendesire · 2 months

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He’s So Mean 🥵

Warnings: rough sex! Vaginal sex! Praise & Degradation! Choking! Oral sex!(m)! Daddy Kink! Dom/Sub! Chokehold! Doggy style! Rough oral(m)! Huge Size difference!!! Obviously unrealistic but oh well!!

18+ Minors Do Not Enter !! 18+

Summary: Thinking of the Meanies of One Piece 🤭🥵😮‍💨🤤🥴 might be self indulgent who knows lol 🤭

Characters : Zoro! Eustass! Doflamingo! Akainu! Sir Crocodile! Smoker! Law! Whitebeard! Katakuri! X Female! Reader

*New Author's Note: Copied from my previous blog! I love when I find my old works!! Thank you to everyone who reblogged all my old stuff cause I love finding it all !! Thought I was gonna have to rewrite this whole thing again lol so I'm super happy that I found it *

Zoro ⚔️ & Eustass 💀

The ones that have you in a head lock as you sit on their cock, their lips nipping your ear as they give you brutal encouragement.

“Love fucking this pretty cunt you got!” His voice growling in your ear making your cunt drool even more. Juices dripping down your folds to land on his heavy balls. “Sloppy ass pussy.” He groans nipping at the lobe while you whine with watery eyes.

Lips sucking under your ear softly were a total contrast to his tight hold, your gelled nails clawing at his iron grip. “Even this cunt knows who the fuck it belongs to huh?”

“Y-yes~!” The position he had you in was tight but not as tight as the way your walls held onto his massive cock. “Uh! Puh~lease~!” The appendage hitting deeper than you ever thought possible, making you choke out whimpers. “S-so go~od~!”

“Damn right my dick is good.” He’d laugh with a wide grin pressing against the side of your face making you whine in the back of your throat. “But your pussy ain’t so bad either.”

“Fu~ckme~!” You sobbed out in bliss at the feel of his muscled legs pumping up into your sopping heat. The sounds your soaked cunt made were embarrassing to your ears but silently you loved it. You couldn’t believe how wet he was making you.

“Already am. Ha! Look~I fucked you silly!” He barked out a laugh before clicking his teeth, “Awe so cute baby~” He tauntingly cooed, making your eyes roll back thigh’s quivering. Both cumming so deeply to the vicious taunts and your wet walls.

Doflamingo 🦩 & Akainu 🌋

Or the ones that give the meanest back shots. Ass so far up in the air with your hair pulled in a makeshift ponytail due to the tight grip of their fists pulling.

“Fucking whore.” He says through gritted teeth as his other arm is pinning your arms behind your back holding you in place.

Rough lips leaving harsh love bites against your neck. “You’d better take every inch.” His voice raspy as his cock bullies your cervix like no tomorrow. “Oooh fuck~” You’d whimper cutely when he’d lift your head up so he could look at you.

Loving the way your mouth hung open with drool hanging sloppily like the fucked out whore he wanted you to be. “Perfect.”

That’s the face he loved to see when he came but not yet- no, he never rushed. So fucking your gooey walls deeper and harder, he kept up his pace. Your ass rippling with each pound of his strong hips, your body screaming at the weight of him on top of you.

Caging you in like a tower of strength that he used to split your pussy open. “Making such a mess. You dirty slut just look at you. Ugh~ It’s incredible.”

“Cumming~!” You’d whimper making him laugh as he’d tug on you hair harder. Biting at your lower lip making you hiss before he gave a devious grin.

“Who said you could?” The laugh he’d give seeing your pout was bone chilling yet it made your pussy flutter with desire.

Wetness pooling out making you moan and scream even more, his cock punching your stomach so sweetly. He was a cruel man but he left you a trembling puddle underneath him.

Body bruised and ass red at the end of the night but it was worth it every single time when you heard the whisper to you, “Rest love.”

Sir Crocodile 🐊, Law & Smoker 💨

What about those scowling meanies that are actually complete teases playing daddy behind closed doors.

Grumpy pout or stoic expression completely erased and switched to something of total mischief. Lips spilling out sweet praise as he pressed your legs to your chest, the strokes were ridiculously deep but torturously slow.

Gasping and begging for more you lay underneath them, back bent so far your ankles we’re practically by your ears. “Daddy~” You’d whimper for the first time with tears leaking from your equally shocked eyes.

“What was that?” He’d taunt you, making you bit your lip, hands coming to cover your face in embarrassment.

With quick reflexes though he’d quickly pin them above your head. “Hey princess~” He would coo back looking down with a wide grin that had you clench his cock tighter. “Oh don’t be like that. Come on-Shit! Say it again, doll.” He would groan out and to most it sounded like a beg but it was far from it.

Using his other hand to rub insanely fast at your sensitive nub causing your legs to shake, “Uh! Fuck! Oh -fuckyes-! Daddy~!” Your screams were stolen from your throat by the feral assault his fingers were committing. It made you dizzy and fall in love, going cock drunk with each deep stroke.

“That’s my pretty girl. Takin’ daddy’s dick so good~” He’d moan as his eyes drifted down to the sweet cream your pussy was dripping out for him. Collecting some on his thumb to rub faster on your swollen clit.

“Look at your cunt swallowing me whole.” Hips suddenly taking on a more frenzied speed at the gooey contraction your walls were making. Milking his lengthy cock that had you whimpering and panting for air.

Eyes glazed with the sight of your tight walls sucking him in, knees to your chest squishing your jiggly breasts together. “Fuck sweetheart you take daddy so fucking well.”

“Ah! It’s s-so big~fuck~!” You whine trying to look in his eyes but fail as your eyes roll back with a loud moan. “Yeah I know you can handle it though.”

“Right there daddy! Pleasepleaseplease~daddy!” You’d babble with broken moans and screams making him chuckle.

“Daddy’s girl likes it right there huh?” He’d smirk as he’d lean down to capture your lips, relishing in the way you squirmed at the deeper angle. A scream flooding his mouth that he ate, hips drilling you so amazingly deeper than before.

Leaning back slightly after the heated kiss he grins down with a promise, “Well then just relax and take daddy’s cock like my good girl? I’ll make you feel real~ nice.”

Whitebeard & Katakuri

Or the insanely sweet meanies, the unrealistically gigantic ones that took weeks to slowly get your body used to them.

“T-to~Ah!-mu-uh-ch~!” You’d croak out with a hoarse throat that had the man smile fondly moving hair from your face.

“Just a few more okay. You’re taking it really well dear.” A soft smile of reassurance making you literally melt in his touch, “Oooh cumming~!”

“Very good Y/N. Very good ~” Smiling proudly at the way you were squirting on two of his insanely large fingers and palm.

The day you even gave them head was a whirlwind that lead to your throat being wrecked. Fingers tangled deeply in your locks as saliva drenched your face and chest.

“Oh dear c-careful love.” He warned as he resisted the urge to thrust into your tight heat. He could probably kill you with it and that’s a chance he’d never take.

You wanted to bring him pleasure hell you wanted to feel something more but he was so…

Huge

Licking up the entire length with cute eyes, wrapping both hands and pumping his length as best you could had him moaning deeply.

“Easy little one.” He warned when he noticed you trying to hover above him. “No way.” He’d tell you and you’d respect it and continue.

Sucking and licking making him hiss at every gag and gurgle your tight throat was doing. Trying to swallow every last drop his cock gave when he started to cum but nope.

Hair, face, tits, were drenched and it made your pussy the same. You wanted him so bad. But you also adored his care to keep you safe.

So after more time you finally got to take the tip which had you screaming all night long. You felt amazing to him even without him being fully inside of your tight heat. “Taking it well love”

“Breath- that’s it little one.” He would coo to you when he first entered again but deeper with a new angle.

“Ah~! Fuckfuckfuck! Fu~uhh~ll!” You'd moan and the gargantuan man would smile as he rubbed at the bulge in your tummy. “Look at you~”

It didn’t matter how big you were they were bigger and they gained confidence in the fact they were so large.

Cock protruding your stomach unbelievably so, but it had you drooling. Giant meanies who can’t even kiss you cause they’re so big.

Fingers in your mouth as a way to send their love to you, knowing if they bent over they’d wreck you. Though the thought was weirdly tempting.

“It-bwig~uh~!” You’d slur sloppily around their thick veiny fingers you loved. Kissing the tips of his finger in your mouth while a couple of inches of his cock kissed your cervix.

“I know little one, I know.” He would smile at your pleading eyes wanting to cum, silently begging him to take you there.

Large hands engulfing your breasts and kneading the flesh making you whimper around his digits. “Cum with me Y/N. Go on little one.”

Hips shallowly rolling into your spongy cunt that threatened to pull his girth inside. It was a tight fit, and impossible fit, but it felt great.

Legs shaking as your pussy squirt over his monstrous cock, screams of his name leaving you. Choking on moans and his large fingers as he drowned your pussy.

Cunt overwhelmed and filled to the brim with sticky cum as you quivered with rolled eyes. How could any man resist?

“Ah~!T-o much!” Cries would fill the room as his hardness would push his cum further into you.

Going deeper thanks to your relaxed walls and his copious amounts of spunk. “I know love, but you feel so good I know you can take just another inch.”

Thumb caressing your cheek sweetly with eyes full of love that had you nodding your head rapidly. “Y-yes please!” You’d whine making him smile.

“I love you so much.” …okay…

Maybe he wasn’t so mean.

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brucewaynehater101 · 4 days

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Tim absolutely has beef with Superman but restrains himself only because he a) hates Luthor more and b) is fond of the other kents c) does like and respect Lois Lane even if he thinks she has awful taste in romantic partners

So Tim ensures that Superman's room on the Watchtower is always slightly too warm or too cold to be completely comfortable and there's always something producing an irregular squeaking sound at decibels only superman can hear. The only time it doesn't squeak is if Kon is at the watchtower. The watchtower also never has Superman's favorite snacks unless those snacks are also the favorite of other heroes in which case superman usually just sees crumbs.

And while Tim's collection of photos of Bats doing dumb/clumsy things is the most extensive, including a singular photo that Barbara hasn't been able to destroy of the original batgirl almost tripping off a roof, anytime Tim is in a superman area, he breaks out the camera and adds to his dumb superman pictures which he posts online at various blogs or sells to various media outlets.

For the last one, I bet Tim gets so annoyed with having to balance embarrassing Superman with not letting Lex Luthor spread propaganda against the hero. He wants the man to have a plethora of embarrassing photos, not let Luthor win in his arguments against Superman (or to equip him with verbal ammunition).

Also, I wonder if Tim meets up with Lois often. They probably chat about different reporter gossip they've heard and Tim tries to subtly imply she should break up with Clark (Lois knows that's what he's doing, but finds it hilarious [especially cause Tim will never bring the topic up again if Lois asked]).

Just Tim befriending all of Clark's family while also trying to somewhat sabotage him (not much. Just small things). He could also befriend his Daily Planet coworkers as well

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#clark kent #tim asking clark to meet him in a denny's parking lot #clark thinks they're meeting for food and gossip #he's not prepared for a kid almost a foot shorter than him trying to fist fight

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neteyamsyawntu · 8 months

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Kinktober 04

Choking / Spanking

Lo’ak x Human!reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, size difference, asphyxiation, light spanking, jealous Lo'ak, interspecies relationship, smut, P in V, fingering, dom Lo'ak, bratty reader

Inspired by a request from @bubbletae97

“You are such a wimp!” Spider laughed, nudging you in the arm with his fist. “Why? Because I don’t take joy in climbing deadly heights with no safety equipment?! I’ll pass. Thanks.” you grumble, rolling your eyes at the blue painted man behind you. You had finally finished your work for the day in the lab and while you were all for exploring Pandora with Spider and Lo’ak, the Hallelujah Mountains made you extremely nervous. They were nice to look at sure, but climbing and running on vines several hundreds of feet up in the air was not your cup of tea. “Why don’t we just go to the village?”, “There’s nothing to do there, you’ll be bored to death!” Lo’ak interjected from his crouched position by your desk. “No, you will be bored to death.” You chuckle, leaning over to poke Lo’ak on the tip of his nose, with your petite finger, “Besides I feel like I haven’t seen Kiri in ages, she’s been so busy helping out Mo’at recently, I want to check up on her!”.

With a sly smile you swivel around in your chair to face Spider, a telling look in your eye knowing that Kiri had always been Spider’s weakness. Lo’ak groans in defeat the minute he sees Spider’s expression shift, “How is it you always manage to get your way?”, “Because you have a hard time saying ‘no’ to this.” You say lifting a delicate hand under your chin as you present the na’vi man with a sweet smile. Lo’ak merely rolls his eyes, yet the hint of a smile on his lips shows that your statement isn’t too far off. With a quick peak around the corner to alert Norm that both you and Spider were leaving the lab, you each grab an expo pack off of the rack by the airlock, Lo’ak leaving his own temporary mask on the rack across from it before making your leave.

Gandering around the village you are filled with a sense of nostalgia. Coming here as a child you felt completely inferior to the looming Na’vi around you, yet that didn’t make you any less interested in them. Even now as a full grown woman you still felt so small compared to them, of course now you were so used to it. You hadn’t been to the village in weeks, having been stuck at the lab being Max’s assistant on his in lab assignments. It almost felt like home to be back. “Y/N?” The sudden voice brings you back to reality as a Na’vi man strides over to you with a cheerful look on his face, “‘Älek!” You exclaim, skillfully moving past Lo’ak and Spider toward the man as he crouched down to your level with a soft chuckle, placing the basket of fruit that was at his hip down between his legs. Both Lo’ak and Spider looking equally confused as you eagerly ran up to the forager.

‘Älek was the oldest son of Ka’ani. While his younger brother delighted in the thrill of the hunt, ‘Älek was less rambunctious and much more gentle, taking up great skill in both foraging and weaving. He was always so gentle and composed. Lo’ak eyed him up and down cautiously, noting ‘Älek’s tail tapping delightedly against the ground behind him. “It has been many moons since I last saw you, little one. I am glad to see you back in the village.”, “I’m glad to be back! Gosh I’ve been so cooped up at the lab, I forgot how breathtaking this place is..” you say in awe as you briefly look around at your surroundings. ‘Älek let’s out an appeased “Hm” as he takes a gentle finger under your chin to direct your gaze back to him, staring deep into your eyes, “There are much more breathtaking views than this village, but I’ll thank you for your modesty on behalf of our people.” ‘Älek chuckles as your cheeks become painted in a light pink shade. “I uh- sure… did you put braids in your hair?” You fumble nervously, taking note of the few strands of beaded braids that decorated his loosely curled hair, trying to steer the conversation off its current track, “Ha.. only a few, I still prefer my hair to be left loose. It is less heavy that way.”.

Meanwhile throughout this exchange, Lo’ak’s tail was batting wildly behind him, his hands in tight fists as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying his best to behave, yet his patience was wearing thin. As you are about to respond, you are caught off guard as ‘Älek leans forward, his eyes nearly closing as he inhales a slow breath of air, his head cocking to the side as his eyes wander along your form, “You smell quite nice today, tawtute.” Your mouth began opening and closing like a fish out of water as you tried to find the right words to respond, your blush having now spread to your ears, yet before you can respond, you feel a large hand jerk you backward by the back of your shirt, causing you to trip back into the perpetrator himself.

You look up with a furious expression that quickly turns into concern and maybe a bit of fear when you see Lo’ak baring has fangs down at ‘Älek, who seemed unphased by the challenge, before his gaze fell back to you, “I suppose I will see you another time, Y/N”. Lo’ak now hissed in response, pulling you forcefully to stand slightly behind him, in attempts to get you out of ‘Älek’s line of sight. With that, the na’vi forager picked up his basket of fruit and went on his way, still holding his calm demeanor. The hairs on the end of Lo’ak’s tail was standing in all directions, his fists were trembling so much you could almost see the heat pouring from his palms. You could tell he was mad, pissed even, but you couldn’t help the growing resentment that was festering toward the front of your mind, quickly moving to smack his hand away from the back of your shirt, creating a reasonable distance between the two of you.

“Excuse me, what was that about?” You glower, crossing your arms over your chest, scowling up at the 9 foot Na’vi before you. “He was too close…” Lo’ak grumbled, clenching his jaw as he tried to withhold his temper. “He was just being friendly!”, “Friendly?! I saw how he was looking at you, Y/N. The guy looked like he was two seconds away from scenting you!”. You roll your eyes with a exasperated scoff, “Scent me? You’re being ridiculous, Lo’ak.”. At that moment, Lo’ak let another hiss slip from his throat, turning around as he began to pace to try and walk off some of his unease. “Bro chill, just take it easy.” Spider finally chimed in seeing the clear steam of anger practically protruding from his friend’s ears. Lo’ak halted in his tracks, glaring down at him before his heated gaze shifted to you. In a matter of seconds you feet are being lifted from off the the ground as Lo’ak practically slings you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. “Lo’ak put me down!” You exclaim, squirming vigorously in his steel grip.

“Hey bro, let Kiri know we’ll see her later.” Lo’ak yells to Spider from over his shoulder as he begins to make his way toward the edge of the village. Your heart immediately dropped to your stomach as he let out a quick “yip” to summon his ikran, which was all you needed to confirm where he was taking you, “No! Absolutely no way in hell, Lo’ak! I’m not going to the mountains, now put me down!”. Lo’ak continued to ignore your complaints as he set you up on the large winged beast, before making the bond with it and climbing up behind you. Pulling your back flush against his torso, between his spread legs, Lo’ak holds you with one arm around the waist, leaning into your ear dauntingly growling, “You will go where I want you to go.”. His tone of voice sent a shiver down your spine, deeming you speechless as you both take off on the back of the ikran, desperately cling to his arm for dear life, eyes clamped shut.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest when the two of you finally landed on one of the floating mountains. Your initial response when the ikran’s talons first hit the ground was to bolt for it, even if you had no where to run to, you wouldn’t give Lo’ak the satisfaction of being your only life line. This plan however fell through when his forearm that had remained wrapped around your waist throughout the flight, was still securely holding you to him. Plan number two… blatant annoyance. In a matter of seconds you are wriggling and squirming recklessly in his grasp, screaming profanities at the top of your lungs. “God damn it, you are one noisy little bitch.” Lo’ak cursed, lifting you into his arms as he dismounted his ikran, allowing it to fly off as he walked toward a seemingly smoother surface of the mountain, “EXCUSE ME??”, “Don’t act stupid, you heard me.”.

In a matter of seconds Lo’ak had you pinned to the floor of the rocky surface, his large hands holding your wrists above your head as his golden eyes stared down at you. Strangely he didn’t seem as irritated or pissed off as he had been before, now gazing at you with a sort of…hurt? You could feel your heart tinge for a moment as confusion washed over your own expression. “You think I was really going to stand by and watch ‘Älek eye fuck you?” He grumbled, in almost a mumble. If it weren’t for the fact that his face was dangerously close to your own, you probably wouldn’t even had heard him, “What- Lo’ak are you really this upset that I was talking to him?” You ask in a slightly softer tone, not wanting to add fuel to the fire that you could see burning low in his eyes. “I’m upset that you let him talk to you like that and you sure as hell don’t deserve to be looked at like someone’s meal.”.

Your heart softened at his words. Sure you don’t necessarily agree with how Lo’ak initially handled the situation, but you at least had a better understanding of why he acted the way he did. Aside from his reactions typically being over the top, Lo’ak had always been more protective over you when it came to the other Na’vi. You’d even catch him giving warning looks to some of your male coworkers back at the lab a few times. “Oh Lo…”, “Would you really let him scent you? Let him claim you if that’s what he wanted?”. Taken aback by his questioning you cock a brow at him, a cocky expression now painting your features, “Why? Are you jealous, Lo-Lo?” You coo in a mocking tone, his grip on your wrists tighten at this, “Eywa, you’re such a little brat when you want to be..” he growls with a roll of his eyes, “Quite frankly I don’t really think that’s any of your business..”.

Immediately you begin to regret that statement as the fire that had been previously burning low behind his eyes now fumed with new life, you could swear his irises even glowed for a moment. “Not my business?” Lo’ak growled, lowering his head to brush his cheek against your own as he pressed his lips to your ear, “You make it my business, tawtute. When not a single Na’vi knows you the way I do… the things that make you squirm. The secret desires that you mewl in your sleep.” Your cool demeanor is dropped in a matter of seconds after he says this. Your almost certain Lo’ak can hear your heart beating through your chest at this rate. A broken whimper escapes you as his tongue sneaks out to lick a long slow stripe up the side of your throat, before guiding his lips back to your ear once more, “Does ‘Älek know you moan my name in your sleep?”.

Eyes blown wide you suddenly felt extremely small under this 9 foot tall man, wanting nothing more than to crawl into your own skin like a void. “I- I don’t.. how-“, “A few nights ago when I was leaving the lab late and you were already asleep at your desk. For a minute I thought you were calling me, but I realized you were still asleep when you told me how good I was making you feel.”. A dark blush now deeply paints your features as you recall the specific dream that he was mentioning. It was the most recent dream you had of Lo’ak and you could remember the details vividly. It had felt so real. The feel and image of his pelvis bucking between your thighs, hitting right where you craved him most always made your stomach swarm with butterflies each time the images popped into your head. “You mumbled things like… ‘faster. Harder Lo’ak. I wanna cum on your cock so badly’. “ He chuckled as he shifted his hands to hold both of your wrists in only one of his palms, while the other slid down to cup your throat, his thumb soothing over your lips, making you instinctively clench your thighs together, a small gasp breaking your shocked silence, “Such a foul little mouth you have when you think no one’s listening…”.

A smirk slowly creeps it’s way into his lips as he takes in your flustered appearance, noting your reaction to his hand on your neck, “You like that, baby?” He coos, slightly tightening his grip, coaxing out the smallest whine from you as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, “Haha… you dirty girl… is that what you want then?” Lo’ak asks as he lifts himself enough to get a clear look of your body below him, “W-want what?” You ask sheepishly, still holding your thighs together, “You want me to make you cum on my cock, sevin?” He purrs, allowing the hand that was binding your wrists to slowly fall down your body, over your breasts and down your curves, until his hand is encompassing the flesh of your thigh, his eyes boring into you with an inviting allure. “Fuck yes…” you half moan just at the thought of his offer. With a satisfied smirk, Lo’ak carefully spreads your legs, licking his lips as he eyes your clothed cunt hungrily.

“I thought so… now be a good little slut and strip for me.” The look in his eyes never faltered and neither did your eagerness as you quickly fiddle with the button of your shorts before lifting your hips to shimmy them down your legs, releasing a slight gasp as you feel Lo’ak’s hand move from your throat to support your lower back as you rolled your shorts down to your ankles, before kicking them off. Lo’ak’s eyes gleam with want as he takes in the view of the damp spot on your panties, a primal growl rumbling in his chest as he guides your hips to lay flat against the rocks once again. You shiver at the breeze against damp panties, yet the thought is quickly erased when Lo’ak’s hands move to grope your breasts through your shirt. His nostrils flaring as as the scent of your arousal struck his senses, subsequently making his hands grip you more firmly in response, before hooking his fingers under the hem of your neckline, and tearing your shirt into two in one swift movement.

“Lo’ak!” You try to argue, yet you couldn’t deny part of you was aroused by the action, “I’m barely even getting started, tawtute. I’m gonna mark every inch of your body, so there will be no mistake who you belong to.” And holding true to his promise, Lo’ak eagerly leans down to press his lips against your jaw, kissing and nibbling at it with earnest, starting a steady trail of wet open mouth kisses, occasionally sucking at the areas that made you shiver when he kissed them, earning sweet moans from you as his reward. As he trailed down further to your chest you shyly close your legs, only to be met with a harsh slap against your thigh, causing you to yelp at the sudden sting, “Keep those legs open for me, baby…”.

With a nervous nod you slowly reopen your legs, watching as a smirk forms it’s way into Lo’ak’s lips at your obedience, “such a good little slut…and all mine.” He hums, guiding his lips down your abdomen until his nose is pressing against your clit, taking in a deep smell of your arousal, “Eywa, you smell so sweet, baby… fuck you’re making me so hard.”. And god was he hard, the tightness in his loincloth was bordering uncomfortable, he could practically feel his tip trying to escape from under the band of it. You suddenly become self conscious as Lo’ak gently shifts your panties to the side, his slender blue fingers gingerly caressing your saturated folds, trying his best to be careful with your small form. “Gotta get you all nice and prepped before you can take me though. I wouldn’t want to hurt my favorite girl.” Lo’ak says, hesitantly pulling his gaze from your cunt to look up at you, leaning his lips to press a kiss to your inner thigh, “You trust me, tìhona?”.

“You sure talk a lot for a guy who seems so needy.” You playfully shoot, spreading your legs wide for him, leaving yourself completely vulnerable to him. The fire in Lo’ak’s flick once more as a lustful growl emerges from his throat, “Such a little brat…” he sneers before dipping his middle finger into your cunt, his eyes glued to your expression as your mouth falls open to allow a whiny moan to escape you. “That’s it… make those pretty noises for me.” He purrs before bringing his lips to your thigh again, latching onto its flesh hungrily as he begins to suck dark marks into it, all while rhythmically thrusting his finger inside you. You find your hands quickly latching onto his braids at a particularly harsh bite, worried his fangs may have drawn blood.

Again another cocky chuckle from the Na’vi as he pulls his lips away from your thigh with a string of saliva connecting him to your leg, “Easy Y/N. No blood, see?” He says licking a thick stripe up your thigh, guiding his tongue toward your mons. Retracting his finger from you for only a moment, Lo’ak adds a second finger to the mix, the stretch much more noticeable this time, your fingers tightening on his braids.

“Eywa you’re so tight around my fingers, tìhona… I can’t wait to feel you gripping on my cock..” Lo’ak smirks, watching your face contorts in pleasure as he shoves his fingers inside to the last knuckle, letting out the most lewd noises he’s ever heard from you. For a moment you felt a brief tinge of panic. His fingers were filling you up so nicely, you almost began to worry if you would even be able to take him, yet the thought ceased to be when Lo’ak curled his fingers into the gummy walls of your cunt. “L-Lo’ak!”, “That’s it mama… You sound so pretty when you say my name like that.” Lo’ak purrs slowly guiding his lips up to your ear, kissing tenderly along its shell before sucking your earlobe into his mouth, giving it a generous tug between his teeth, when his fingers begin to coax a squelching sound from your dripping cunt, “So nice and wet for me… you going to cum, Y/N?”. You frantically nod, already feeling the presence of your orgasm tightening in your core, moving your arms to wrap around his neck, not before Lo’ak pulls away from your reach, removing his fingers from you in the process. Confused and dazed you prop yourself up on your elbows watching as he shifts back onto his knees, your eyes almost instantly falling to the pronounced tent in his tweng, before following at he brings his soaked digits to his lips.

Seductively, Lo’ak allows his tongue to slip from between his lips to hungrily lap at your sweet nectar, his eyes trained on you as he does. A low growl rumbles in his chest as your taste and smell fill his senses. “You want to cum, yawne? Then be a good little slut and come and take this off for me…” he hums enticingly, giving a slight thrust of his hips to direct your eyes back down to his excruciatingly tight loincloth. Keeping your eyes on him, like a yerik cautiously staring at a looming palulukan, you slowly allow your body to move into a similar position on your knees, your hands moving to wrap around toward his tail to slowly begin untying the garment. Your chin resting against his toned chest as you stare up at him with needy puppy dog eyes. Finallying feeling the garment slowly loosen and slip down his hips, you scoot yourself closer, with full intent to climb this na’vi man like a tree, until you are hoisted up into his arms abruptly, his blue precum dampened tip brushing against the slippery entrance of your cunt, conjuring a gasp from you at the sudden movement.

Instinctually your legs find sanctuary around his waist to stop yourself from slipping, to which Lo’ak takes the initiative to press you down onto his fat tip by your hips, your poor tiny little pussy just barely opening enough to take it in it’s entirety. “Feel that?” He growls into your ear, slowly stirring his cock against the resistance of your tightness, “Feels like I’m gonna have to break you to be able to take me. You better hang on, tawtute.”. With vigilance you find your back being pushed into rough surface of the floating mountain, head thrown back with veins protruding from your neck as Lo’ak pushes himself deeper into you. The stretch created by it, feeling as if all your energy had just been drained with a single push as your body is forced to accommodate him. A screech tears itself from your throat, but not of pain. No, instead it was pure pleasure. The blunt force of his thrust being all it took to draw out your unfinished orgasm from your depths, leaving your cunt spasming around him furiously.

“Fuuuuck- so fucking tight. You look so sexy stuffed with my cock, baby…” Lo’ak says in a broken groan as you pussy clenches onto him hungrily, his hand shifting to find its place around your neck once more, “… but don’t think just because you came that I’m done with you yet.”. Pulling back his hips, Lo’ak drops his gaze down to watch his cock intrusively push it’s way back into you, deeper, his nose scrunching in a sort of snarl as he feels his tip caress the opening of your cervix, his grip on your throat simultaneously tightening as he repeat the action with a bit more passion, ears pinned flat to his skull, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to muffle the shaky moan that would’ve escaped otherwise. “Hnng! S-so much-!” You mewl desperately, wriggling and arching your back as your walls constrict around his girth, leaving no room for even the smallest pocket of air. “That’s it baby… take it all.”.

After taking a moment to recuperate Lo’ak signals his intent with a harsh squeeze of your neck as his hips begin thrusting at a reckless pace into your own, bouncing your small frame with each buck, his other hand moving to hold your hip in place so that he could properly pull out of your cunt that was so eagerly following him with how snug you were holding him inside of you. “Oh shit… Great mother baby, you feel so good.. sooo fucking good.” Lo’ak groans practically gasping for air with how vocal he had become in the span of a couple minutes. Meanwhile your sight becomes slightly blurred from the pressure Lo’ak’s hand all, but swallowing your petite neck. Your body felt as if it were swaying against the power of his thrusts, dizzy from being so light headed, yet it only furthered the pleasure, intensifying it in a glorious high. Your own smaller hand fervently grasping his own to egg him on further, your nails hardly piercing his flesh, feeling your second orgasm billowing in your stomach. “Lo! Lo’ak! Ohh-mmmn fuck!”, “Such a pretty thing with my hand wrapped around your neck. I think blue might be your color baby- haah!” Lo’ak’s breath hitches, feeling your cunt clamp around him once again, sucking him in to both his and your own limits. “Ack- you… you can’t keep squeezing me like that, tìhona- ahh!”

“Haah.. mm take it, take all of it, Lo.” You mock his earlier words from earlier in a breathless tone as his grip on your throat instinctively tightens as his hips rut into you immaculately, sending you over the edge in a matter of seconds. Your mind wurled from the lack of oxygen, the sensation intoxicating as you try and come down from your aggressive high, “god you really are such a fucking brat.” He curses in a broken moan, when in actuality your words were just as powerful as the fluttering of your cunt as you came undone for a second time. Unable to stop himself, being driven by a force to be as close to you as possible, Lo’ak scoops his arms under your backside, locking your chest against his, rocking into you with a few more livid thrusts before his hips finally still with the release of his seed, remnants of it spilling out from the seams where his and your body met. Complete and utter fullness. “I should piss you off more often.” You sigh in a breathy chuckle, relief finally fills your body when Lo’ak removes his hand on your throat, bending to pepper gentle kisses on it lovingly, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.”

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maraudersmyloves · 5 months

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pairing: Mattheo riddle x Reader, Enzo x reader

Warnings: My bad English, unedited, Panic attack, unrequited feelings

synopsis: the reader is freaking out Enzo is helping

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Word count: 629

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Your eyes have started burning from trying not to let the tears fall from your eyes and you can hear your heart pumping in your ears. It doesn't matter that Mattheo was kissing another girl. You desperately try to slow your rapid breathing. It has to stop. You look around the empty hall. Someone could come anytime. This has to stop. But it isn't and you don't know why.

Dread washes over you like a wave, crushing you and making you scramble to sit down and lean your weight against the wall. The cold concrete is startling against your burning skin.

Your mouth feels tacky and dry, making you panic even more. Did someone poison you?? You only realize you've started crying when you scrub your face to come to your senses and feel the wetness on your cheeks. You take a rapid breath in.

Suddenly your chest starts stinging as if someone stabbed you. You clutch at it feeling your heart beat. You are overly aware of your rings on your sweaty fingers.

You quickly slide them off, but one is just not doing what it's supposed to fucking do. Why the fuck is it not coming off. You let out a silent scream. Shake your hand in a panic and try again.

When the ring finally pops off, it doesn't give you the hoped satisfaction. You clench and unclench your fingers while releasing a sob that hurts your chest. You lay your head on your knees, finally giving in to your crying. You've liked Mattheo for two years and while you knew he was fucking some girl every night you never had to see it since he never kisses them in public not wanting to make the girls think the sex means more than it does. Maybe that girl is different. Yay.

Suddenly you hear someone repeatedly call your name. You look up to see Enzo.

You don't want him to see you like this, your face sticky with tears and snot, so you put your Head back down. "Hey, look at me." You let out another sob at the sweetness and pity lacing his voice. "It's okay. I've got you. I've got you. Just breathe. Breathe with me."

You try to focus on your breathing. It's hard and you keep hiccuping and the urge to just start crying again isn't really helping. "Perfect, love. You're doing great. In and out. In and out. I've got you." You listen to his breathing. Your heart is slowing down and your skin is cooling down. You raise your head again to look at Enzo. Perfect Enzo. Still slowly breathing and helping you calm down completely.

After another minute of silent breathing you speak up, "Do you have a tissue?" He chuckles and pulls some tissues out of his Pocket. You blow your nose and relief fills you at how freely you can breathe.

"Thank you," you say smiling and you both know you're thanking him for more than the Tissue.

"Always happy to help."

He stares at you for a second before continuing "You wanna stay here or... go to your dorm?"

You chuckle a bit when you realize how you must look right now. Messy Hair, bloodshot Eyes, and red nose. "Oh god, I look awful don't I?" It's not really a question. He answers anyway. "You? Never. You always look gorgeous."

A laugh tumbles out of your throat and you push him slightly. "Oh, shut up."

He smiles and sits down next to you, shoulder to shoulder. After a minute of comfortable silence, you lay your head on his shoulder. He gives you a little kiss on the crown of your head, making you burn hot again. "I was bein serious, by the way. You are gorgeous"

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soxcietyy · 6 months

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Swan lake

Danced Yuta x danced reader

After practicing for so long for the role of the white swan your world came crashing down once you heard "black swan" falling down your coaches lips. Things seem to always be going wrong since then but whenever Yuta appears it’s as if he was the answer to all your problems.

SIX YEARS, you’ve been practicing for the role of the white swan for six years. Your Studio was one of the few that had two different people play Odette and Odile. Obviously your studio didn’t preform swan lake every year so you’ve have to wait. The few times they have done it you have gotten minor roles. This irked you knowing how long and hard you’ve practiced for this role. Your mom has made your practice non stop for this day. You remember hearing the same sentence over and over again.

"Elegant like a swan sweetheart, if you don’t get this role this time I’ll have to give up on this dream."

You walk inside the studio to see everyone getting ready for auditions. Your hands are shaking feeling so nervous. You look to your right to see a group of girls practicing the same moves. You see as they hold hands and dance the dance of the little swans. They’re in complete synth and have a beautiful form until they stop and take a rest. You let out a groan as you think about being next. Watching everyone practice made you doubt yourself. From the corner of your eye you see Yuta looking at you.

"Are you nervous?" He asks as he sits down on the floor with you.

You unzip your bag and pull out your beat up point shoes. Nervous would be an understatement, you wanted to throw up, rip your hair, scream at the top of your lungs.

"I’m totally fine, matter a fact Iv never been so confident." You smile at him as you put your shoes on, lacing them around your legs and making sure they feel right. Yuta has been here for a few years now. He’s gotten major roles like the rat king and Romeo. He always got dark like characters due to his appearance and presence.

"Your auditioning for the Prince?" You ask curious to know what he was aiming for.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, not really made for that. I’m just going to be a back up dancer for the Prince maybe."

You smile agreeing with him. You couldn’t imagine him being Prince Siegfried.

"How about you? Let me guess…you strike me for a black swan type of girl." He says.

You finish putting your points on and stand up immediately. The black swan was the last thing you wanted. It’s like having the fact that you were good but not good enough smacked in the face. You place your bag on Yutas lap making him look up at you confused.

"Something even better" you say before leaving to the center of the room.

You feel all eyes on you as they call out your name signaling that your next. Taking one final breath you place one foot a bit behind and the other forward, your right up in the air, then the music starts to play. You began to dance like you’ve always practiced. Feeling how the music guides your body making you hit the right moves at the right time. You hear how the chattering in the back quiets down. How everyone is looking at you surprised.

You dance with elegance, with grace, with all your heart. Remembering all the lessons you’ve been taught. All the things your mother has said to you. All thoes videos of the white swans you’ve watched. The blogs you’ve read that had hundreds of tips. You made sure to make a good impression. To make the judges look at you in awe. You play in your head as if you were actually on stage. As if you were the white swan dancing infront of hundreds of people. You were going to get this role no matter what. You knew you were capable of this. You turned your body sharply and and look at the judges. They looked amazed at you. Then the music stops.

You pause and look up to see your dance teacher stand up. They all clapped and cheered you on. "I think we found out black swan." You hear him say.

You felt like a knife stabbed you in the heart. Did you mishear what he said? He said white swan, right?

"Excuse me?" You say looking around for anyone to answer you.

"Youre our black swan."

What did you do wrong? All that hard work, all those days, all that time just to get the black swan? You hear as everyone starts clapping for you once again. But it felt like nothing but mockery. Your heart beat raced, your breath was short, you started hyperventilating. You vision started going in and out.

It’s almost like he knew and ran to you. You feel as Yuta’s two big arms wrap around you. One around your your waist and the other one holding your head.

"Good job, my black swan."

As much as you knew he meant good it did the opposite. You slowly nod coming out of the trance you didn’t know you were in. You break off from the hug and took in your surroundings. Everyone was still cheering for you and congratulating you. Patting your back and telling you a few worlds of kindness. All you could do was smile as Yuta stood there watching you worried.

After a bit you tell everyone that you would be back and walk to the restroom. Locking yourself in a stall as you lay your back on a wall. You shakily hold your phone in your hand. Pulling your mom’s contact up with hesitation. Eventually having the courage to press on her number.

The phone rings twice before she answered.

"Hello?" You hear her say on the other side.

You grab your lip out of habit, pulling the dry pieces of skin off your lip even if they hurt.

"Hey mom…I-I got a leading role." You say. You pull a piece of skin from your lip causing it to bleed. The red blood seeping into your lip.

"Oh goodness honey congratulations! But why don’t you sound happy?" She asks.

"I got the black swan." You mumble.

You could hear the loud silence. You felt her disappointment far afar.

"Maybe this is where you retire" she said before hanging up. Your shoulders slump at hearing that. You’ve disappointed her once again and there was no other chance. You feel the tears fall from your face. If only you could have been better.

Walking out you run to the sink and splash your face with water. Hoping it could make you feel more refreshed and it did for a second. Before you decided do lookin the mirror, you could see red lip stick that spelled out "failure". You slowly back up not being able to believe what was written. You could have sworn you were alone.

Running out the restroom you grab your bag that was sitting outside and quickly storm out. Opening the door you are hit with fresh air but you weren’t alone. Next to the door stood another dancer smoking.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost," she says.

You look at her trying to determine if it was her to blame.

"No. I’m fine actually, I think I’m going to go now. See you tomorrow." You started to walk but she called out to you making you stop to look at her once again.

"You know, you would’ve gotten the white swan. If you were actually good enough." She laughs. "The white swan is supposed to mirror a pure, elegant, innocent virgin. The white swan shouldn’t be given to a whore. You know what they saw? Someone trying to seduce them. That’s what the black swan is, she’s not a good guy. She’s a whore and a skank just like y-"

"Hey, why are you leaving already?" You feel someone grabbing your shoulder. You turn around quickly to see Yuta.

"Oh, im- just trying to go out and get myself something small. To celebrate such a big role I got." You say turning back around to see the girl was gone.

Turning your attention back to Yuta you see he still had the same concerned look on him. He was always such a worrisome person. Always looking out for everyone no matter if he knew you or not. He was always there for you too when you cried about not getting the role you wanted. He didn’t know that you practiced day and night for the white swan though. Maybe you could be open to this about someone. Grabbing his hand you lead him to an empty room in the studio. He didn’t ask questions but still complied.

"Yuta if I had to be honest I feel like throwing up. I don’t want to be the black swan, I wanted to be Odette. Iv practiced so hard just to not get the roll." You say hugging him. He held you as he listened to you cry. Letting you let all of your frustration out before he could say anything. When you did calm down you were laying your head on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Getting the roll of the black swan is something so special, it’s something anyone would die for. The black swan isn’t just about being seductive. The black swan is elegant, confident, fearless, sharp and very beautiful. Every time I watch the performance my eyes land on her because she’s dances like if she knew what she wanted. She’s so damn mesmerizing that I can’t take my eyes off of her." Yuta says.

You look up at him and see how he’s talking sincerely from the heart. Maybe you misunderstood the black swan. She didn’t sound that bad to play after all.

During the week you practiced and practiced. Trying to perfect your dance as much as you could. You jumped and spinner countless times that you feet were sore. Yuta was there to help you practice making it bearable. He was what you needed to get through this. He’s the reason you were still in this play. You’ve never felt so happy dancing because it was something new to you. You weren’t dancing the same way you did when you practiced Odette for six years.

You were now a different person. A better person than what you were before and Yuta made sure you knew. As the boy who played Prince Siegfried rested, Yuta took his place. He lifted you so elegantly, so perfectly. He danced as if he was the perfect prince. As if he was actually in a spell that made him fall in love with you. You could feel how this was so different from your facing partner. The way he looked at you gave you butterflies.

This week was going by so perfectly, and tomorrow was the big day. Which reminded you, you still needed to text back your mom. You guys haven’t spoken since that day and you felt that you needed her there.

When taking your break you sit down on a bench and pull your phone out. Looking at your messages you can see that the last text you guys exchanged was her asking if you ate. It’s been a week since then, you hated how she didn’t care anymore. Either way you type on your keyboard the date and time of the dance. Saying you would be delighted if she came to support you.

Maybe she was missing you too seeing that she read the message immediately. A speech bubble soon appeared signaling that she was typing. You sit there for a minute waiting for her text you back. Then Yuta sits down next to you.

"Texting ya mom? She must be proud of you." He says as you turn your phone off.

You let out a fake laugh, "not really."

Your phone then dings with a notification. Looking down you could see she wrote something short.

Mom- So I can go see how much of a disappointment my daughter is? To see how much of my time I wasted on her? Every mother wants there daughter to be the white swan and you just had to be the opposite. You’re evil just like her. You can’t let anyone have a happy ending.

Your smile soon turned into something less pleasing.

“Ima go get us some waters, don’t move alright?" Yuta says before leaving you with your thoughts.

You might of gotten over the situation but why would your mom? It was her dream to be a white swan when she was younger. She never got the role though meaning that her dream was now yours. But now she’s realizing how much of a pathetic daughter she has.

You swing your feet on the bench waiting for him to come back. You never realized how beat up your shoes were until now. Maybe it was time to invest in new ones. Then you see another pair of ballet shoes in front of you. Looking up you see the guy who is to play the Prince. Typical blonde hair and blue eyed Prince Charming.

"Thank god we have two swans, imagine you being the same as the white swan. How horrible would the performance be. If I were you I would stop hanging around that boy." He looks towards the direction of Yuta who was having a quick chat with the dance teacher. You furrow your brows not liking what he was saying.

"You should at least be hanging around more elegant, and promising people. People that are better so you can actually learn a thing or two. Yuta is more of a dark essence. No wonder he didn’t try for the part, he knew he wouldn’t be able to achieve such a big role. Maybe you should have followed in his steps."

"You son of a bitch" you say standing up to meet eye level with him. This Prince Charming wasnt so tall after all. You could see people turning their attention towards you both. You didn’t care, is this nasty mouth of a boy supposed to be your partner?

"Hey, hey, what’s going on?" You both turn to see Yuta standing in the mix. He was always somehow there when everything was going to shit. Every time he appeared he always seemed to save you from all the toxic negativity.

"I’m not sure, she’s talking a bunch of nonsense, maybe you should help her get checked out." The blonde said.

You shake your head and grab Yuta by the arm making him follow behind you.

"Hey y/n maybe you need to take a break." Yuta says stopping you.

"I just took one, now dance with me." You say pulling him closer.

"No I mean a break for the rest of the day. You’re not okay y/n, Iv been watching you lately and sometimes you have this look in your face that I can’t ex-" you cut him off by pressing your back against his chest. Clearly not taking into account what he was saying.

Then the music starts to play once again. You feel how the music over takes your body. The adrenaline of dancing surging. At some point you close your eyes and let Yuta guide you. But when you open them it was as if you were in a different place. The room was completely pitch black except for a spot light that shunned in the middle. You squint your eyes at where the lights lit every time you were spun. After the third spin you recognize someone in the middle.

They wore the black swan costume as they sat in the middle. Their hands covering her face as she sobbed. Then the iconic instrumental music of swan lake payed. Looking down at yourself you found a white costume on you. You were on of the little swans and Yuta was now gone.

You continued to dance around and soon after more swans came out to dance. You all circled the black swan and continue to dance. All of you were in rhythm, in synth, and very coordinated. You finally felt part of something. Looking into the center you could see that the black swan had yet to move. You worried is something was wrong. Though nobody seemed to bat an eye. You followed along and ignored her too. The climax of the song had begun and the Odette had entered the stage. Instead of entering with grace she stormed right into the center. She grabbed the black swans arms and moved them to side and proceeded to smack her face. You gasped at the action and halted you dancing but one of the other swans pushed you to keep on dancing. You looked around to see if anyone had a reaction but no. Then the music stopped and the curtains closed.

All the swans began walking to the middle shouting horrible things. You couldn’t let this happen to the poor girl. You push your way in until you saw the black swan in shambles again. When your about to open your mouth you noticed that you recognized them. The black swan was you.

Your eyes fly open as you gasp sitting up right. White swans were now around you looking at you with judgmental faces. Did you switch spots with the black swan? You closed your eyes and covered your head. Curling up into a ball begging them to stop.

"We’re done practicing, I’m taking her home. Please give her some space." You hear Yuta says as he all of a sudden grabbed you. Pulling you into his warm embrace yet again. You immediately hug him tightly not wanting to let go. It seemed as if every time you thought about the black swan bad things would happen.

Yuta ended up taking you to his studio apartment. Holding you in his arms again on the couch as he says sweet little nothings into your ear. You didn’t feel okay, you didn’t feel real, you didn’t feel there. You felt so numb that you didn’t even want to eat. You were so scared of thinking of the dark swan. You just wanted to enjoy his presence in silence.

He held for what seemed forever. Offering you food, water, a blanket, anything and you would simplify shake your head.

"What’s wrong my little black swan?" He says.

"Stop!"you yell, finally breaking the peace and quite. He looked at you taken aback. "Don’t call me that, I can’t play her Yuta." You cry. "I’m such a waste of talent, you say that the swan is so many good things that I’m not. I’m not confident, I’m not beautiful, I’m not anything." You run your hands through your hair. "I’m going to end up being a failure and everyone’s going to hate me."

"So you went from not wanting to be the black swan to thinking you’re not enough. You’re so silly sometimes." He says smiling at you as he grabs your hands. He held them as you looked at him shakily. "I told you already, you’re so fucking perfect for the role. You’re my black swan and I’m your Prince from the scary dark forest. You need to stop being afraid of her and embrace her y/n. I know you can do it, I believe in you." He leans into you and stops a few centimeters from your lips. "If you make me proud I’ll give you a kiss."

The following day you stood behinds the curtain extremely nervous. You picked on your lip as they touched up your makeup last minute. Yuta stood across from you smiling sweetly. He was going to be supporting you from all the way in the back. Then the music started and it was show time.

You ran on stage quickly as everyone else followed. You danced like you have practice so many times. Your teammates smiling at you indicating you were doing great. You were doing so well the whole performance but the one that made you the most nervous was the pas de deux. Prepping yourself in the back you jump up and down trying to get rid of your jitters. Yuta looked at you hop up and down but didn’t say anything, It was for the best.

Then you ran on stage. The lights dimmed and all focus was on you, Siegfried, and Rotbarth. You danced and used Siegfried, not as your dance partner but a prop. The black swan didn’t need a man she was capable of herself. She was confident, she was elegant, she was everything but better. You danced and danced till the end. When you walked off stage you threw yourself over Yuta.

"Did I make you proud?" You ask him.

"You blew me away," he said before kissing you.

(I don’t know anything about ballet) .-.

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