#might fuck around and watch insatiable even though i know it triggers me
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ive been doing pretty good with my disordered eating for like 2 years now but ive been so stressed lately and ive been noticably gaining weight and today i put on a pair of joggers that i used to love bc they were a lil baggy (bc i like to be comfy) but still showed off my bawdy (bc im hot) and they still fit but they were a tight and i wasn't comfortable wearing them out and it made me:
miss my body from 3 years ago when i was at my thinnest (i do vary from most thispo ppl bc my ideal body isn't As Thin As I Can Be, it's basically just as tiny as i can get my waist without losing any ass fat, which is exactly where i was 3 years ago)
want to go back to 3 years ago, even though at the time i was heavily drinking almost every night, shoplifting like every other day, unemployed, living with bad influences who encouraged this behavior, and only eating socially
have the urge to not eat for the rest of the week, and the only thing kept me from this is i was getting ready for an event with food where there were people who would know to be concerned if i didn't eat, plus i have veggies in my fridge that will go bad by the time id be eating again and i don't wanna waste food that i spent Money on
overeat bc if i can't restrict my diet then for some reason my next course of action is to eat everything whenever i can, which i simply don't have the money to do bc im already on an extremely tight budget as it is
so now im stressed about money and hating my body and wanting to eat nothing and everything all at once and it just put me in a really weird bad mood, not to mention i was already feeling tired and burnt out and frustrated before any of this. i just wanna live in the sims and go into cas and change every minute detail about myself. i just wanna live in a world that's not this one
#i may have triggered myself more in order to figure out what tw tags i needed to add#but it's for the greater good#tw ana#tw ana shit#tw ed#tw ed diet#tw ed descussion#tw ed recovery#tw disordered eating#tw ana thoughts#hopefully that's enough of them#might fuck around and watch insatiable even though i know it triggers me#i kinda want to be triggered rn#just fucking push me over the edge#i don't wanna try to be healthy anymore
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Nothing Personal - Dave York (2/2)
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summary: after finding out data from the CIA’s security sector has been stolen, the Director finds you to be the perfect fit to find out who the mole inside the office is.
pairings: Dave York x female reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: 18+ smut, minor spoilers from The Equalizer 2, mentions of blood, character death,
a/n: here’s part two!!!! let me know how you liked this! It was so fun to write, and I really appreciate the feedback on the first part!
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part one
The next few months passes in a blur between stolen glances and frequent hookups at your apartment during the twilight of the night. There had been no useful leads in the case, and one of the only things keeping you in the affair with York, was the director.
“Something is leading me to believe that it is him. Y/N give him one more month. If there’s no more useful leads, you’re free to end whatever the two of you are doing. Remember to keep your heart out of this. We don’t need unnecessary drama here.”
All of a sudden, brief talks with the director were the new normal for you. One more thing that was the new normal was Dave getting more handsy with you than you would have liked him to be. Yet you found yourself enjoying it. A lot.
By the end of said month, there was something comfortable about the reassurance his persona gave you, and you found yourself slowly falling for the man, even though your orders were clearer than day. Keep your heart out of it.
Slowly, you found yourself unable to do just that. With all the flowers he’d been giving you, the gifts, his time. And the pleasure. Sweet, sinful pleasure. You had no idea that a man was able to fuck like that.
You quickly realized that you were giving Dave everything his wife wasn’t. You found yourself getting lost within the pleasure he was supplying, easily giving into him and letting him do whatever he wanted with you.
You found out what he liked and how he liked it, his favorite positions and his wettest dreams. Whatever deems necessary. You found yourself indulged in things you’d never imagined; positions you didn’t even know existed and unsuccessfully trying your best to tire out the libido of a starved man.
And tiring out the libido of Dave York was a challenge. He was insatiable. You’d both agreed that you wouldn’t dare fuck in the office, but the parking garage during lunch break was apparently an exception.
The pressure on your clit was jarring, the thrusts of his hips raucous in the small confinements of the backseat of his car. Your whimpers and moans were muffled by your hand, your teeth digging into the soft flesh just under your thumb to further silence yourself. The parking garage was only that private.
“Just need to fucking have you, at all times…” his voice was strained, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his thrusts increasing in pace. The groans spilled from his lips as you arched your back further, making his cock hit at just the right angle inside of you.
“Fuck, baby, get on top,” He groans as he pulls out of you, sitting down on the seat he was previously kneeling on. You shift and swing your knee over his thighs, straddling his hips before sinking back down onto his cock. “That’s it...”
You moan out when he’s fully sheathed inside of you, his hands gripping and pulling your cheeks apart slightly as you start to move on top of him. You quiver in his arms, your climax building rapidly in your belly. He scoots his hips just a little bit further out on the seat, and it gives you a much better angle to ride him.
“God damn it.” He shudders underneath you, and you relish in the sound of his groans and the squelching noises coming from where the two of you are connected. Your whimpers are triggered by the rapid snap of his hips combined with the movement of your hips.
“Fuck, Dave,” you moan out as he keeps the pace, along with keeping the movement of your hips going. A string of fuck leaves your lips as you feel yourself nearing your tipping point before you’re falling over the edge, your cunt violently convulsing around his length.
“Fuck, that’s it baby…” he groans into your collarbone, only slightly bared by the dress shirt he’s managed to pull off your shoulder. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he keeps moving you, dragging out your orgasm further, making you see stars.
“Fuck, where do you want it?” It’s merely a whisper, his hand pulling your head to his, foreheads resting against one another while he’s trying his best to keep his orgasm at bay. You found out the second time you were together that he absolutely despised condoms, and since you were both clean and you were on the pill, you both didn’t seem to bother anymore.
“Fuck, inside, give it to me!” you throw your head back and his lips attach themselves to the underside of your chin as he comes, his breaths ragged against your skin, his hands tightening on the plump cheek of your ass.
You both come down reluctantly, not wanting to give up the moment you both found yourself in. His fingers tipped your head down, his lips attaching themselves to yours, his tongue slowly sliding over your bottom lip, emitting a giggle from you.
Belgium.
It had been just a few days since you had arrived, and what a few days it had been. Between the suspected murder-suicide of one of the agencies’ affiliates and his wife and the murder of one of your colleagues, you finally had reason to believe York had something to do with it.
Even though you had been in bed with him and attached to his hip for most of the week you had been in Brussels investigating, everything slowly started adding up. Although it just didn’t sit right with you.
You had seen so much in your time, but the stab wound between Susan’s ribs was so expertly placed you knew it had to be someone with expertise and knowledge. And also, the fact that she had been killed while Dave was out to bring you lunch and the Belgian chocolate that he had promised you.
Now you just needed the information from the bug. And it came shortly after your return to the United States. From the director herself, in a direct distress call to your phone.
He’s here. He’s come alone. He’s figured me out.
Your heart was pounding as you sped towards her mansion, hands shaking so bad you were afraid you were going to swivel off the road. You had never been in a situation like this, and you found yourself slightly panicking over everything that could go wrong.
He could know it’s me. He’ll shoot me upon entry. He’s already killed the director.
You turned your car off a few yards away from her house, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to yourself. You relished in the happiness of him coming alone to the directors’, so you wouldn’t have to take down more men than necessary.
You kicked your shoes off in the grass of her garden and slowly approached the door she had left open for you for an easy and stealthy access to her house. You made your way into the quiet house, the lights dimmed way more than you would’ve liked.
You had your gun in your hand, the security on the Glock cocked off. You raised the gun when you heard a slight commotion, before strained voices made their way to your ears. You stealthily moved between the shadows of her furniture.
The director was sitting again the wall of her living room, hands tied in front of her, with the lifeless body of her husband beside her. You were thankful she had marbled floors that didn’t creak as you stepped over the stones barefoot.
“You see director, you’re the only one in my way as of this moment.” You recognized his voice immediately. You could recognize it anywhere by now, since you’d gotten so used to it. It had been so many months since you first had him in your bed.
“Susan would have figured out the motive of that double murder within days. So, naturally, I had to get rid of her.” A few minutes passed in silence as you awaited his next move.
“I figured out what game you’re playing.” You heard the director whimper, making your heart beat faster in your chest. “Trying to distract me while you investigate?” You heard the sound of Velcro, which made you furrow your brows as you stood in the darkness of her house. Her muffled voice reached your ears.
“Who’s your acquaintance?!” you heard him raise his voice before the sound of skin slamming against skin echoed through the halls. He ripped the duct tape off her lips, making her cry out. You flinch slightly when you hear her strained voice, insisting that she didn’t know what he was talking about.
You leaned forward just a bit, finally getting a glimpse of him. He was in all black, crouched in front of the director, her lip now split and a visible bruise showing up on her cheekbone. You noticed the gun with the silencer on lying beside him as he twisted his hands together, trying to get the director to talk.
You stepped out of the shadows, making your presence known to the director. You watched as she visibly relaxed yet keeping your arrival a secret. You make your way toward them slowly, keeping your ears perked for anything that could give you away and for what he was saying to the director.
“Is it her? Huh?” you watched as the director’s eyes widened, his hand coming up to strike her across the face again. “That agent, the one you convinced to fuck me for information?” The back of his hand makes contact with her cheek and she cries out a no.
“So you’re trying to tell me a young, attractive agent with her morals in check from one day to the other is suddenly interested in me? Interested in fucking me? Willing to screw over my family?!” He hits her again and you scrunch up your face at the sound, cringing at the assault you’re witnessing.
“Screwing over your family over was your own doing.” The director spit out a mouthful of blood, challenging him even further to keep him oblivious to your presence. “She’s a tough girl. Admires you. She might even love you.”
The sound of his laughter filled your ears, but it wasn’t like the laughter you were used to. This one was harsh. Mocking, almost. “Love?” He snorted, his head falling slightly before he brought it up again. “If she loves me, I feel bad for her. She doesn’t deserve it.”
Did you? Did you love him? Yeah. You did. Even though it was hard to determine at this point. It was hard to keep your feelings in check, no matter what your mission had been. You watched as he repositioned himself, picking the gun off the floor and pointing it to the director’s forehead.
“You know director… I’ve liked working for you. Especially the time before you turned into a stuck-up bitch.” You watch as he tilts his head before rising to his feet. The aim of your gun follows him as he straightens his back. You raise your aim slightly.
“Ellen…” you hear Dave speak again, watching as he weighs the gun in her hand, towering over her. He takes the aim, and you step closer to him. There aren’t more than a few feet between the two of you. “This is nothing personal.”
“No.” You finally speak up, watching as his shoulders visibly tense up, before he turns to you. You watch as the color drains from his face as you make eye contact over the cocked gun. “It’s not.”
The shot echoes through the living room, along with the heavy thud sounding as his lifeless body falls to the floor. A few moments pass before you step over him and free the director, gently brushing your fingers over the bruise on her cheek, helping her to her feet. You lean down to feel her husband’s neck, finding a faint pulse before giving the director a nod.
There’s a pool of blood spreading on the white marble of the director’s floor, and you wince at the sight of him. “I’m sorry it had to end like this.” You crouch in front of Dave’s body, pressing a kiss to your fingers before laying them against his parted ones. “I really did love you.”
With a heavy sigh and tears burning in your eyes, you walk up to the director and grasp her face in your hands. You brush your thumbs over her teary cheeks, her eyes clearly startled by the situation she was just in.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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#dave york#Dave York x you#Dave York x reader#dave york gifs#Pedro Pascal x reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x you#the equalizer 2
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A Whole New World 2/10
Jane and Kat find out there is more to each other…and to the new world they have found themselves in.
Read on Ao3 too
AN: I have seen Anne’s date of birth ranging from 1501 to 1507, and Jane’s between 1504 and 1509. For the sake of this story I consider Anne born in 1501 and consequently dying at 35, and Jane being born in 1508 and dying at 28.
Kat came back at 18 and Jane at 22, Anna, Cathy and Anne in their late twenties, and Catalina in her early thirties.
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It becomes a regular thing. Sometimes it’s a museum Kat has already visited, sometimes a new one on the list she keeps of places she wants to see. They often make a day of it, treating themselves to lunch (usually at Jane’s initiative, since Kat tends to forego eating in favour of whatever has caught her interest), exploring parts of the city unknown to them.
One evening, close to dusk, they are walking through an empty park when Kat stops. ‘Have you ever wanted to try them out?’
‘Try what?’ Jane follows the direction of Kat’s gaze. ‘That?’
‘They look like fun.’
‘They are for children.’
‘Who said that? Besides, there are no children around...’ Kat trails off, eyebrow raised waiting for a response.
‘You know what? Why not?’
Kat lets out a small squeal before grabbing Jane’s hand and dragging her towards the playground.
‘Remember when you said “who said that they are just for children”?’ Jane asks as they are sitting on the platform, feet dangling down, recovering their breath and cooling down.
‘You mean, like, half an hour ago?’
‘Smartass.’ Jane gives her a look, before pointing to a sign. ‘Children’s Play Area. Only children under the age of 12 may use this play area.’
‘Well, technically we haven’t been back for that long?’
Jane shakes her head amused. Kat is so cheeky and she would have never guessed before spending so much time with her.
‘So what was your favourite part?’ she asks after a bout of silence. That is another thing that changed. Before, silent moments were much more common and awkward, now their quiet spells are rarer and yet infinitely more comfortable.
‘You falling off those.’ Kat motions with her head towards the monkey bars, getting a glare in response. ‘What about yours?’
‘The slides, I’d say.’
‘Yeah, they are nice. But too short, don’t you think?’
‘I know, right? By the time you pick up speed, you’re already at the end,’ Jane agrees. ‘They should make them longer. Adult-sized.’
‘Wait!’ Kat whips out her phone. ‘Let me...’
And Jane lets her. She has learnt that Kat's curiosity is insatiable. If she stumbles upon something she doesn’t know or doesn’t understand…she has to look it up. So many times, when their fellow queens mention (usually complain, actually) that Kat is always glued to her phone, Jane has been tempted to tell them that most of the time she is learning something new...but if Kat had not told them – not even if she would probably spare herself their scolding – then it’s not her place to tell them.
‘They exist!’ Kat exclaims angling the screen towards Jane. ‘Look! They even have playgrounds for adults!’
They look together at the photos for a while before Kat taps on a Wikipedia link, her first port of call every time. ‘Amusement parks,’ she starts to read the entry aloud before being interrupted by a text notification popping up on the screen.
Kat groans as she reads it.
‘What?’
‘Curfew,’ Kat sighs. ‘Apparently it’s late and they are wondering why I’m not home yet.’ She knows it’s because they care but... ‘Did you get one too?’
Jane checks her phone. ‘No.’
Kat sighs again. ‘One dies young once and she is forever treated like a baby.’ She notices the look Jane is sending her. ‘Please don’t start.’
‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘I can't make a joke that everyone freaks out thinking I’m depressed or having a breakdown or a flashback or something.’
Jane remembers clearly one of those occasions. They had been discussing nightmares and how everyone seemed to have them except Kat, who had commented that perhaps losing her head had meant losing everything that had been inside that too. She also remembers very clearly thinking that the reactions had been a bit disproportionate compared to Kat’s offhand tone and casual demeanour.
‘Sometimes a girl just wants to be self-deprecating. Or joke about her own death without being psychoanalysed and having people wanting to talk about your trauma.’
‘I get it. I said once that I had no time with Edward. I was just...stating a fact. I was not looking for pity or anything. But they tripped over themselves to reassure me that I was still his mother – which of course! – and that I’m still a mother now. And honestly. One has a child once and she is forever just a mother in everyone’s eyes. Don’t get me wrong. I wish I could have seen Edward grow up. Wish I could have been his mother. Properly. But I wasn’t. And out of all of us, I’m the one who had less time with children. Besides you, I was the youngest one to die. So I have no idea why everyone thinks of me as this motherly figure?’
Aware that she has been ranting, Jane chances a look at Kat, who has a peculiar expression on her face.
‘What?’ she asks, feeling self-conscious.
‘I’m just thinking how happy I am that you joined me that day at the museum.’
That had been the true start of their relationship, despite having lived together for many months prior to that.
‘You mean you're happy I caught you sneaking out?’
Jane knows what she means, though. They would have never thought, and even less found, they had so many things in common. Or that they could get along so well and have so much fun together.
‘I was not sneaking out.’
Jane merely looks at her.
‘I thought nobody was home. It was just out of habit.’
‘So all the other times you sneaked out.’
Kat doesn’t reply, knowing Jane is doing it just to annoy her. They had a similar talk the second time they went to a museum together, Jane asking why they were sort of hiding their trip. It was not that Kat thought they would stop her if they knew she was going out. But she just didn’t want to deal with their questions. About where she was going, why, why she was going alone, when she was coming back...Just easier to leave without them knowing and then simply tell them she had been out if they asked having noticed she had not been home. In their defence, they knew better than to pry and as long as she was home safely, they would let it go despite being curious.
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‘I know you’re the one in charge of our museum days,’ Jane starts, ‘but I wanted to run an idea by you.’
‘Of course we can go to a museum of your choice. You don’t need to ask permission or whatever.’
‘Wait before agreeing.’
‘Is it the Tower?’ Kat winces with a grimace, trying to think of places still standing that Jane might be wary of asking her to visit.
Jane stops rummaging in her bag, her head shooting up. ‘What the fuck, Katherine??’
The younger girl is so lost in unpleasant memories that she doesn't even react to Jane’s swearing nor her full naming her. ‘Hampton Court?’
‘Why would I ever do something like that?’ Jane recoils. ‘God, no! The Clink.’
‘As-’
‘The prison! Not the-’
‘Brothels?’ Kat completes, eyebrow raised in amusement. Then she nods, almost to herself. The area had been known for two main things…the prison and for allowing usually forbidden activities.
‘Yes. I mean, they made a prison museum. You know I like true crime and–’
Yes. That had been a surprise. When Kat had asked if there was something she particularly enjoyed reading and learning about, like she loved history, that had definitely not been the answer she had expected. Jane must have known that, considering how much she hummed and hawed before caving after Kat had called bullshit – literally – on her non-committal answer.
‘–I think I’d like to– but I don’t want to, like, trigger you?’
‘What’s inside, exactly?’
Jane finally finds what she has been looking for in her bag and hands her a leaflet.
‘You know what?’ Kat takes a look at it. ‘We can go and you can...scout it out?’ She doesn’t see anything upsetting in the pictures, but there will be so much more in the museum that they can show in a single leaflet. ‘You can take a look before me and if you think there is something that might…disturb me, you tell me and I’ll skip that room?’
‘Really?’
‘I mean, you know I'm not too fussed about death and stuff like that as long as it’s not too bloody. Or neck-related.’
She is not too keen on watching documentaries with Jane, but she doesn’t mind listening to her talking about them. Or about whatever serial killer or unsolved crime she is currently reading about.
‘Thank you.’ Jane squeezes her arm, hoping Kat knows it’s not about agreeing to her request, but for her trust. ‘On an unrelated note...food?’
Jane’s constant preoccupation with food is another thing put down to her supposedly maternal instinct, a desire to make sure everyone is well-fed. The truth is…Jane loves eating. Being able to enjoy doing so without the ever-present worry of looking unladylike. Discovering new foods. She doesn’t eat a lot, but she needs to eat often, or she becomes…hangry, it’s what Kat called it. And it is only polite to ask if the others are feeling peckish too and want to join her. Moreover, she knows it’s one thing she can’t rely on Kat for, seeing as she is prone to skip meals if there is anything else she deems more important or interesting.
‘Do you think Catalina would consider this as traditional local food or...?’ Jane wonders aloud as she dips the churro in the plastic pot holding the chocolate sauce.
‘Possibly? Even if they were not invented by Spanish shepherds but brought by the Portuguese from China like some say, I think everyone agrees that by the 16th century they existed in Spain. And look, Romans had fried pastry, so, if not exactly that, something similar. And naturally cacao came to Europe after the Spanish invaded the Americas, so it arrived in Spain first, although if it was just after Cortés, Catalina would have been already in England…so she might have never tried churros with chocolate? Not sure when they started to combine the two, to be honest…’ Kat trails off. ‘What?’
‘Next person who says you’re stupid, I’ll deck them.’
Kat chuckles, bumping her hip into hers. ‘I appreciate the offer.’
‘It’s not an offer, it’s a promise.’
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‘Ever thought about getting a car?’ Jane asks after they have been walking for a while.
‘Why? Tired? But not really. Honestly just the idea of getting into one and driving it myself is kind of terrifying.’
Jane nods. It sounds a bit like airplanes for her. It still boggles her mind that humans can fly. And she knows they are mostly safe and all, but it doesn’t mean she is keen on trying them out for herself.
‘I thought about getting a bicycle and learning how to ride,’ Kat continues.
‘Why don’t you?’
‘Yeah, and where would I hide it?’
‘Why would you need to hide it?’ Jane is puzzled enough to ignore Kat’s tone verging on the sarcastic rhetorical question inflection that usually implies someone had just asked a very stupid question.
‘With the potential of me getting hurt? Straying away, getting lost, or whatever? I don’t know if you have noticed, but the others tend to be a bit overprotective.’
And a bit is a euphemism. Don’t get her wrong. It is nice to have people caring and worrying about her. But she spent a lifetime fending for herself. And yes, she had her struggles, and the end might have been inglorious, but Anne wound up the same way and yet nobody questions her…or her capabilities. And okay, that might have something to do with age, but nobody cared about that before, and she had been a bloody queen (and quite a successful one, if she says so herself, at least before her past caught up with her)! Still, she doesn’t want to think how worse it would be if she had come back younger than she had been at the time of her death like the others did.
‘What are you thinking about?’ Jane asks, realising she is miles away, lost in thoughts.
‘How weird it would be if we had come back the same age we died. Well, besides me, obviously.’ She hopes she’ll be there to see it in person, but she can’t really think about Catalina as a 50-years-old woman or Anna in her forties. ‘And about how there is a fine line between heart-warming care and overbearing concern.’
Because, back to the point, she might have been more or less successful, but she is used to rely just on herself and getting by, not to have four other women, Jane to a lesser extent, being overly concerned about her. For certain matters, at least. Because for other things they seem perfectly happy to…perhaps not ignore her, but surely leave her to her own devices, without trying to get her involved. And she is often more than content with it, she will admit that…except that often it also leads to remarks about how she spends all her time at home, always in front a screen, and perhaps she should go out more? And then instead of standing up all night on her phone, she would tire herself out and sleep?
‘So you don’t want to check this out?’
Kat had not even realised they were walking past a sporting goods store.
‘Look! You could easily hide that.’ Jane points out to a small, colourful, tricycle, clearly meant for children.
‘Ah ah. Very funny.’ Sarcasm is heavy in Kat’s voice, but she follows her in.
‘What about this?’
‘A unicycle? Really? Have you ever seen one of those around, in public?’
Jane takes a moment to think about it. ‘Don’t think so.’
‘Exactly. Because they belong in the circus.’
‘One might say our house is a circus.’ They certainly have some chaotic days.
‘And you a clown.’
Jane gasps in mock offence. ‘I miss the days when you were afraid of me.’
‘I was never afraid of you. I was indifferent. And thought you were a stuck-up bore. Also, I know you don’t miss it.’
‘True,’ Jane admits easily. ‘Joking aside. We could put them in the shed?’
She had said once that she didn’t mind taking care of the garden and suddenly she had been left in charge of it, gardening apparently a passion of hers she didn’t even know she had. She supposes that it was deemed an appropriate hobby for boring old plain Jane (and yes, the fact that it is her actual name and not just a phrase in her case does not escape her), just like embroidery. She enjoys both of them, sure, but she is fairly confident the others think that’s all she does, no other interests – oh wait, there is cooking, or at least making sure that everyone is eating too! – which is something she tries not to dwell on too much because that’s frankly a bit (or a lot, depending on how she feels on the day) insulting.
‘We? Them?’ Kat raises an eyebrow. ‘But yes, we could store them there, but not really hide them if anyone happens to look inside. And certainly not two of them.’
Still, they continue to peruse the store.
‘What about these?’ Jane calls Kat’s attention, holding a pair of rollerblades up. ‘I’ve seen kids with them, can’t be that hard, can it?’ she continues once the girl comes over, looking interested.
‘Shoes on wheels? We’re so gonna die.’
Jane starts to put them back, slightly dejected, but Kat snatches them up. ‘Let’s do this.’
‘Yeah?’ She looks at her, tentative grin on her face.
Kat nods with gleeful smile. ‘Absolutely.’
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ONLY HIDDEN WAY
pairing: Geralt Of Rivia x Assassin!Reader
summary: A special someone had caught the attention of a certain eye.
word count: 2.2.k+
warning: foul language :)
note: thank you so much for 400 followers! i still wonder to this day why my horrible writing has been read or is 😩🥺 thank you 💕 also, i have twigged some things and some parts might not cooperate with the game’s concept.
Trails of crimson red soaked her last pair of clean shirts, the path it created formed a pattern as if a twig was dipped in a bucket of blood, before being smeared to create a whimsical pattern. The dried-up meandering rivers contrasted with a darker crimson compared to the fresh iron. Definitely not from her recent victim. A buzzing of a groan rung through her head at the task she had been running away from. She liked to believe and use the excuse that since every day she was always on her feet with a sword in her hand, she always dodged the chance to have her clothes be scrubbed from what may be a casserole of her scowling victims. The procrastination lingered longer than she wanted it to be. Now, she had to face it.
Even though the air was stuffy with a tangy kick of alcohol, she had to clench her jaw to tolerate the insufferable people. There was nowhere she could go. Her eyebrows would send quirked glances towards the taken seat beside her, the pile of swords that occupied the seat glimmered from the sun, a threatening method against the figures who continuously bumped into her table that wiggled with a cracked foot. The unstable table got her agile reflexes to sigh at the taunting task. Through the blinds, scorching sunlight seeped through the open windows to cast light upon the tavern. Although there was an attempt to cover the blinding rays, the so-called ‘curtains’ were frilly and thin, which had been stabbed multiple times as a design. The failure at blocking the factor cooked up the building like an oven.
She couldn’t even rest her arm on the wooden table. The heat caused the table to sizzle, possibly able to fry an egg. Even if beads of sweat dripped down her skin, the thick coat draped over her body was the only medium blocking her from breathing comfortably. It was clearly made to withstand the freezing winter. Unfortunately, it was not said-season. If she had taken it off, she knew the consequences she would have to face. Which was not something she wanted to do. Poking her tongue against the walls of her inner cheeks, her ears tugged her attention towards the conversations that buzzed around her. Despite her best efforts in an attempt to block the prodding thoughts, her ears had cheered victory once the list she had visualized crumpled like dry bread.
She was blending in the shadows perfectly, it had fooled everybody. Almost like she had been seen as normal. Even though she knew no one would ever say so. Or maybe it was the intimidating aura that was exuded by her. That was until someone had to recognize her. The ale that had been building up in his gut had struck a chord in him, he had finally connected the dots. Although it made him stumble left to right, it seemed his head only functions when he was not in the right state of mind.
“Oh! Look who is ‘ere!” The boisterous noise that once banged throughout the room died down, the conversations between one another creaked in silence. Like trickling of sand from an hourglass, time ticked. The shy wind nudged the sign which slapped the walls with an asynchronous rhythm. They zipped down the rope that was locked onto her figure, his eyes being their guide. Their eyes rested onto a figure who sat in the corner of the tavern. Smears of light caressed her rich blue cloak, only those which grazed over the scorching table breached into other eyes. “Misty ain’t it? Isn’t it Beast these days?”
Whilst chuckles and short strings of laughter attached itself to his amusing joke, verses of cursing roared in her head. Fuck, how could I forget to remove the pin. The rose badge on her cloak pouted, not happy with the unfair treatment. Maybe it was because of her exhaustion and lack of places to rest that she was distracted from doing things she would always do to conceal her identity. “Do not call me Misty.” A sneer sported on her lips, annoyance and rage bubbled through her veins. It would only make sense for her to listen to voices with a muffled ear. And unlike the others- the longer she lived, the more vulnerable she was for her anger to be triggered with a simple flick. Everything could strain her tendons with a click of a noise. She should’ve been used to be ridiculed by immature names. However, those who had labelled her momentous events definitely had no idea how to name. She despised Misty. While she had ridden high on her horse, Amber, she had passed multiple towns where she had heard her names been dropped as if a mere object. The speckle of clouds in her eyes was the reason for the uprising name.
She didn’t know who started or concocted it. Even if the slight mutation in her eyes had her labelled as different, it had saved her countlessly whenever she was on the brink of death. As if her guardian angel. A chuckle rang in her head at the obnoxious idea. A moment of shock pulsed through the customers before laughs broke loose as they reluctantly followed a nervous snort.
“What ya gon’ do? Cut me up? Hang my head on the river bed?” The minuscule slob flew out of his lips as overlapped laughter seemed to agree with his jape. Even though she had faced atrocious people like him, they had never failed at making her fall into a pit of disgust. His hair speckled with mud, the ageing white poked through the dirt. Sweat cascaded down his forehead as heat rays lingered in his clothing. Which is why the vast area had drips like paint puddle over his eyebrows. “Or are you gonna open up your legs for us?”
A force softly patted her shoulder as if a sign to stay down. She managed to stay calm. Biting down on her inner cheeks, the soft flesh withered in agony as they had no choice but to be her only stress-reliever. If only the atmosphere had reverted back to as it was before, no sword would’ve been poking anyone’s throat. The barman’s eyes popped as he watched the languid build-up of a brawl stir in the walls.
The words he had mumbled without a thought bounced off his head. Mothers fear if their child eva’ turns out like you. Your mother was clearly a smart woman to drop ya’ next to Bathmon River. A mass of fear wiggled down his throat. His eyes jumped from hers to the predator-like weapon that could easily kill him with a slight push. The blood in his vessels pumped with tremendous effort, his heart panicking at the tedious demand. Unbeknownst to him, the rapid heartbeat of his was not only banged against his ears but filled up the entire room. The heavy tide finally dissolved in his stomach.
“I’m not scared of ya!” Although he thought it would’ve sounded with authority and confidence, it came out as a reluctant cry from a child. As he gulped, the bulge in his throat grazed the fiery sword. His eyes shut tight, ready for his life to flash before him, his body shivered with electrifying fear. When the time had lingered longer and his heartbeat calmed down- his eyes languidly widened to small slits. His cheeks burned with a crimson blush. Even though a killer stood tall over him, with a ferocious sword in her hand, people seemed to just stare down as if their legs had been frozen. A reluctant attempt at his horrible idea seemed to backfire. The sloppy man pricked a laugh, hands drumming on his bloated stomach. With his head thrown back, his friends joined him, hesitantly lifting the weight up with amusement. Despite him being hairbreadth away from the weapon that bore stories of her infamous kills.
“There’s no need to. You better shut your mouth up or else I will do it. With every string of your awful fucking cloth, I will run it through the fat pig lips of yours and stitch it. I hope you don’t mind your lips connected to your filthy cock.”
Slashing her weapon to rest against her side, the grip on the man’s collar tightened as she tugged him towards her. Almost like a branch’s slap, his neck choked at the sudden hit. The hearty laughs that once filled with the room died. If he hadn’t felt the intimidating aura ride around her, he probably did feel the threatening narrow eyes she wore closed onto him. He hadn’t noticed the slight height difference. He shrunk into a minuscule ball.
The haze in her eyes was an unbreathable fog. If one had to ride through such a weather, it would be no surprise if they had ended up in a deep pit. The endless path and the suffocating air dragged his limp body across the track. It was entrancing. Almost as if a chain was wrapped around his waist, it softly dragged him towards what seemed to be the exit out of the thick mist. Customers watched the man’s knees shake like a pleading horse.
A husky cough pulled her from the trance. The haze cowered away as the man choked for air. Letting go off her clench on his shirt, no energy held his body high- the unorganized man sunk into the floor with a clash. Despite the terror she had set upon life, she was far more disappointed that she even was in a weak state. She let it got the best of her.
Clutters and mess rose. Shuffling of feet rubbed against the floor, worry stroke their faces as all of his companions approached the fallen man. Her jaw twitched. With no second thoughts, her legs were quick to move towards the mass of weapons. Ready to flee away from the tavern, the wearing rein that carved a mark in her hand begging to be in contact with the strap once again.
Her shoulders tensed, squaring up as if she was ready to pounce. It seemed like he was truly in need of someone to tie his lips. Even though his lungs were exerting all the energy it had, his mouth could not help but feel insatiable by the lack of words he had thrown towards her. He croaked out, “At least your brotha’ fell off that fucking bridge, how could we ever handle two freaks?” However, the only noise that replied his mocking was that of a crack, as if a crunching of leaves and a pile of twigs in an autumn day.
His friends watched with an ajar gaping mouth, as blood poured down his nostrils like a powerful waterfall. The already dirtied shirt now soaked with the iron liquid. Eyes swelled shut, the pain he pleaded to last a mere a second remained strong with an extension of lingering seconds. Pricks of thorn sunk into his tissues with an appalling slow speed. Although the agonizing pain rippled around his nose, his eyes that were glazed with tears shot open to see the woman who lived up to her name. Already on the floor with his back rubbing against the dust and dirt, he collected his thoughts and all he wanted to do was regain his sucked up energy to remind her of her place. He pushed his heavy body, shrinking away from her figure.
No noise or sound was heard. All heads snapped towards the only soft chuckle that stifled through his horrible attempt at tightening his lips. His accompany, prominently a bard, glared with humiliation and disbelief. It was no mystery that took longer than a second to realize who the amused man was. The milky hair, blazing amber eyes… Y/N tilted her head.
The less meaty man approached her, his reluctant hands not sure if it was wise of him to touch her. Even though he was hair’s breadth away from her, he could not help but feel small as he glanced at her eyes. All his confidence he mustered up was nowhere to be seen, “Would you like to sit and drink with m-us?” A gulp dipped down his throat. With no reply, she paced towards the Witcher.
Unsure if she had forgotten her swords, Jaskier stepped towards the shimmering blades when shivers ran up his spine at her low, raspy voice, “Leave it be.” By now the tavern was more tamed thanks to the absence of the ignorant people, a tiring task done by the owner of the tavern.
“I’ll just get a bottle.” Jaskier pointed towards the barman, his eyes desperate for Geralt to interrupt him. Even though he wiggled his fingers and was acting like an immature child, the pair seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. Giving up with a huff, he stomped towards the bar. A smile sported on the Witcher’s face.
Y/N pushed her shoulders back, she tugged the cloak which puddled around her neck. Finally, she could breathe at ease. Quirking an eyebrow at him, she inquired, “You find something amusing?”
“Indeed, I do.” His baritone voice crawled under her tissues.
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Jealous (Demon Yoonseok)
Name: Jealous
Rated: M for smut and slight pet play
Pairing(s): Yoonseok, implied Jikook, Namjin and past Yoonmin
Summary: Yoongi needed someone to alleviate his desires after Jimin simply refused to indulge him. Having no other choice he hangs with Hoseok and the younger demon finally snaps and pounces, tired of seeing Yoongi going to others instead of him. Yoongi needs to be taught that he doesn't need anyone, but himto give him what he needs.
Based off of @ask-summoner-jin ‘s au. Here you go to all sinners!
OKAYYYY SO ALPHA ENABLE ME TO WRITE SMUT!!! I CAN'T EVEN!!!! This is based of this ask of hers: https://ask-summoner-jin.tumblr.com/post/158787667279/pet-play
PS. I didn't edit this so if there's typos I apologize
SMUT BELOW DON'T READ ID YOU DON'T LIKE!
“Kookie~” the soft purr was released from plump pink lips that were spread into a malicious smile. The pink haired male was hungry again,heavy arousal and pheremones wafting in the air. Yoongi could smell it, and it was hard to ignore especially when he felt just as hungry, desire crawling down his spine. Jimin was by far the most insatiable of them all and it was hard to deny the male especially giving that his powers only charmed and entranced his victims.
It was helpful for Yoongi given that because he was also part incubus, Jimin helped him also feed off of Seokjin when hunger was unbearable and his needs couldn’t be met with anyone else. Sure he enjoyed the sex with Jimin. The pink haired demon was a true beauty and oh so sinful and tempting. He was sex on legs and moaned and writhed so beautifully under him, the simple thought of those sinful lips and tongue on his cock were getting him harder and frustrated.
He was more than anything, annoyed with him,however. After some bizarre occurrence, he didn’t get much detail about it only that Jin was passed about some disaster done to the couch and wall, Jimin stopped coming to him for sex. He had begun getting far too close to their youngest for some odd reason. However, he was suspicious about what he could have possibly done to the younger. Jungkook would either pale at the sight of Jimin or blush furiously, and then somewhere in between the two would scurry away, the pink haired male radiating dominance as Jungkook whimpered when the male’s hand snaked around his waist.
A slight shiver was beginning to run through the black haired demon’s body as he watched the younger demon pliant in Jimin’s arms who casually began to stroke his length from inside his boxers after forcing him on his lap. A grunt escaped Yoongi’s lips from how sexually deprived he was and Jimin had such a cocky little smirk on his lips as he observed with awe the way Jungkook unraveled and looked so small just from Jimin’s touch.
He groaned catching the attention of the two other demons as Jungkook had mewled. Yoongi couldn’t take the temptation anymore as he went to push Jungkook off Jimin and pulled the pink haired demon into a bruising kiss. Jimin seemed delighted returning the kiss as he heard the younger demon sprawled on the floor whine angrily and almost possessively. Yoongi’s hands wandered to the pink haired demon’s pants, but was stopped abruptly.
“What the hell? Not again. Jimin, I need you”, Yoongi purred caressing the demon’s cheek. He tried making desire rise in Jimin. It was easy for him as the demon of manipulation to control emotions, but Jimin was sly.
“Hyung, are you trying to make me feel something when I’m the demon of charm. That just won’t do. I think I’ve found my permanent entertainment. A Kookie I slipped out of the cookie jar after so long. I suggest you find your own as well, hyung”, he chuckled huskily bringing Yoongi for one last kiss. Jungkook growled slightly pulling Jimin by back by the hair a soft moan releasing from Jimin’s lips.
“Now now, no need to be jealous. I’ll pound you into the matress so hard just like you want me to, baby. You’re mine and I won’t let you go”, he whispered in the younger’s ear as he pulled him up to Seokjin’s room. Yoongi growled in frustration his hands being fisted until the knuckles were white. So here he was stuck in the living room, hard and so hungry. Seokjin was still at his classes, but he’d left behind everyone,but Taehyung. Not that he blamed him. Tae was a little shit and destroyed everything if Seokjin didn’t have a watchful eye on him.
He sighed, taking deep breathes, as he tried calming his desire a bit. It didn’t help, however, that he not soon after he’d manage to calm his heart race that he heard Jungkook’s screams from upstairs. Yoongi groaned palming himself taking in those sinful screams to alleviate himself, but that only made him want to fuck all the more.
And so he cursed silently under his breathe as he went to the next room to hang out with Namjoon and Hoseok in hopes that Namjoon was talking about something that’d make him go soft like he usually did. He had a nasty remark coming up at his lips, but suddenly froze as he gazed in the room. Namjoon and Hoseok gave him a glance of acknowledgement before they went back to their discussion as though they shouldn’t have been ashamed at being caught in such a manner. You might wonder what could possibly have frozen the demon in his tracks,but seriously, he was already horny as it was and the sight before him didn’t help.
He noticed Namjoon dressed in nothing but his boxers a lace collar with a bow snug around his neck, a long metal hoop at the front with a leather leash hanging from it while a cat ear head back rested on his head. Hoseok was cross legged on the floor as he hummed in thought. “So what do you think, Hobi, you think Jin would look good with these? Damn, I’m turned on just thinking about it” Namjoon asked as he delicately passed his fingers down the leather.
“What the fuck? Why did you buy this shit?” Yoongi asked. He felt off, especially when he noticed Hoseok’s gaze at his face to a bit above his head. He probably noticed how breathless he sounded and need as well, as he noticed that same gaze wander down to his crotch.
“Joonie, wants to have some fun with Jin hyung tonight”, Hoseok chuckled, seemingly casual, in response, but Yoongi didn’t miss the lustful fog in his eyes as he smiled brightly, a smile so full of joy that was heavily contradicting his eyes. He stood suddenly two objects cradled in his hands. “Joonie, I’ll be borrowing this for a a bit”. Namjoon looked quizzical, but shrugged.
“Alright, well I’m gonna get dressed. I told Jin we’d get some coffee while I helped him with some homework. Don’t fuck them up they were expensive”, he explained with a slighty yawn, moving towards the door as Yoongi moved aside to let the purple haired demon of knowledge slip by. He was going to follow him, but Hoseok’s soft, suddenly deep voice called his attention.
“Hyung, where are you going?” He cooed. Yoongi felt an urge to jump him as soon as those words had left his lips. Wanted to straddle the male and ride him, he suddenly felt the need for his attention as a feeling of giddiness surged within him at being recognized by the orange haired male. Hoseok was toying with him. He could already feel it. The demon of obsession, able to make his victims become obsessingly attached to him; needing to please him and once broke from the trance, he devoured you until nothing was left. Hoseok reveled in the attention, craved to have other so pliant to his commands.
"Hoseok, I'm not in the mood. You know how much I fuckin hate being toyed with”, he groaned, but he started to feel guilty. Something in his mind was making him ashamed at the thought of upsetting the orange haired male; it was his stupid powers making him want to apologize on his knees and maybe even suck his dick in apology given that he was so needy at the moment. He heard a deep chuckle from behind him as Hoseok wrapped his arms around his waist, chin on his shoulder, as Yoongi felt his heart race with joy.
He wanted to curse, but he wasn’t in control. Out of all the demons, Hoseok pissed him off the most. He was the only one that made Yoongi realize he wasn’t able to manipulate him. He was the one so easily swept by Hoseok and it was a blow to his pride that not only could he not manipulate Hoseok, but he also couldn’t manipulate his own feelings of obsession triggered by Hoseok himself.
“Aw, Jiminie, wasn’t up to being toyed with any longer, huh? Did he finally find his own toy?” Hoseok cooed his hands beginning to wander over the male's stomach until one hand palmed over the older’s cock rubbing teasing circles over the clothed head. Yoongi hissed as he tried doubling over to avoid the the intruding hands, but Hoseok kept him firmly in place. “You can be my toy, hyung. I’d never stop playing with you. I’d never get bored with you. You’d be my…obsession”, he chuckled huskily as Hoseok finally slipped his hand in Yoongi’s tight jeans and boxers and gripped him firmly.
“Ah~” the moan was unavoidable and Yoongi just needed to relieve himself. He’d been so utterly starved and even when he hated being the one played with he wanted…no, needed this. Plus it wasn't the first time, he’d let Hoseok fuck him into oblivion, but he did notice the mocking tone in Hoseok’s voice everytime Yoongi would beg him to fuck him. He turned to face the orange haired male, a needy whimper escaping his lips, no longer resisting the need, before he kissed the taller male hungrily. Hoseok grinned closing the door behind them and locked it as he undressed the male until he was fully bare before him.
To Yoongi’s annoyance, the male took his sweet time undressing him making sure to teasingly pass his hands on sensitive places on his being, making him whine with need.Hoseok licked his lips seeing the red flush over Yoongi's body, memorizing every curve and the usually pale skin burning with need. How he craved that he see this every waking moment. Fuck into Yoongi until he’d go insane from the pure ecstasy he knew he could deliver. With him Yoongi would never starve, never go hungry for Hoseok would give him what he desired and more. He wanted to destroy him until the shorter male couldn’t live without him. He was Hoseok’s greatest obsession and he wanted to become the same for Yoongi.
“You look so fuckin good, hyung. How were you able to resist from going crazy when you’re so horny and needy like this?” He muttered taking his earlobe in between his teeth as Yoongi continued to moan beautifully. Hoseok resumed his previous actions of stroking Yoongi’s member, now bare, feeling the smaller male mewling into the kiss as Hoseok sucked onto his tongue noticing how the male began to shake at this action. Who would have known his tongue was so sensitive. He licked into his mouth as he began to pump the shorter’s member. The stimulation on his tongue was overwhelming along with the one at his member that his legs almost gave up reminding them both that they were still standing.
Hoseok chuckled huskily pulling Yoongi by the waist until he pushed him into the beds bit aggressively. Yoongi looked dazed, sprawled out on the white sheets, pupils blown with lust, The younger demon groaned because the male was releasing extreme waves of pheremones and all he wanted was to devour him whole. Hoseok ghosted his hands over milky thighs and he was pleased with the meals escaping the elder’s lips. He almost seemed like a kitten begging for attention and needing to be pampered.
A devilish grin rose to his lips as he hooked onto Yoongi’s ankles with his free hand and folded his legs while placing the objects still in his other hand on the bed. He almost drooled at the sigh of the inviting hole displayed before him, that was twitching and clenching on nothing. He just wanted to taste it, and he definitely did. He watched Yoongi give him glazed look as he watched him not knowing what he would do next. The younger leaned tracing his tongue from just under Yoongi’s balls until he reached his entrance. Yoongi let a lewd moan escape his lips as the tongue traced his hole and being the teasing shit he was he’d push his tongue slightly inside before pulling back immediately.
“H-Hobi…p-please…j-just fuck me”, Yoongi moaned making Hoseok’s breathe hitch. That name. There was something that awoke a fire within him and turned him on to no extent when it left those beautiful lips. The way he begged had his cock twitch as he finally gave in slipping his tongue in those tight walls. Yoongi keened as his back arched back on the bed, knuckles white from how tightly he was clutching onto the sheets. Yoongi tried buck his hips to get the male’s tongue deeper, but Hoseok wasn’t having any of the he gripped his ankles painfully tight in warning, but also to hold him firmly down.
Yoongi was panting. He needed more, it wasn’t near enough to even briefly alleviate his desire. He tried reaching weakly to grasps at Hoseok’s hair but the awkward position left him unable to grasp anything below his waist. The younger decided to add a finger into the combination as Yoongi gasped As a finger slipped past past the ring of muscles along with his tongue and Yoongi mewled as that finger scraped his walls. Soon Hoseok removed his tongue licking his lips as though he’d just eaten the best meal in the world, adding a hum of delight. He added two more fingers smirking as he forced them in at the same time.
“Y-Yes! Fuck!”, Yoongi groaned. His cock was neglected, red, and weeping. Yoongi looked ready to release and as Hoseok curled his finger at just the right angle, the older male saw stars a burning esctasy invaded his body. He threw his head back as the younger male smirked and began to relentlessly attack his prostate so harshly and merciless, Yoongi had been reduced to slobbering mess making grabby motions towards Hoseok. Needing to feel him and to kiss him.
But the male simply chuckled, a smug smirk still playing at his lips as he seemed to be breaking apart at the simple use of his fingers. It was truly beautiful. “F-Fuck yes! So fucking c-close. Ah! H-Hobi”, Yoongi moaned urging those fingers to take him to his orgasm. Just as he felt the sweet release at the tip of his member he felt something squeeze at the head of his cock as his eyes widened. He whipped his head up noticing a cock ring had been place on his weeping member. “N-No! What t-the fuck?! N-No!” He cried desperately, but the younger simply leaned to kiss his lips fervently as he continued to hit him straight at his prostate.
Hoseok had never been this way before with him, and he could feel tears at the corner of his eyes before he screamed into Hoseok’s mouth, a dry orgasm reaching his body. His whole body trembled, especially his thighs, as his breathes became dragged and harsh. “P-Please…wanna come”, he sobbed out brokenly, saliva running down in his chin from how desperate he was for release.
“You’re so cute! But you see, you’ve been a bad kitten. But you want to be good for me, right?” Hoseok cooed as he looked deeply into Yoongi’s eyes. This is what Hoseok had planned from the start. Get him weak and needy till he was so weak he’d have to fully succumb to Hoseok’s powers. Because every word he was saying so seductively into his ear made a feeling of guilt and shame fill him. He was ashamed to have upset him. All he wanted was to please him, and make him forgive him for being bad. He didn’t even know the reason why he had been bad, but if the male had said he’d been bad than his job was to please him.
“N-No, I d-don’t want to be bad. I w-want to be good…good for you, H-Hobi. Only you”, he muttered breathlessly.
“Aw, my kitten is so cute, but my kitten is still missing something. You want to please me right?”Hoseok asked hotly breathe fawning on his neck as he sucked hard on his neck, making Yoongi gasp.
“Y-Yes, I want to p-please you. I’ll do anything”, he muttered without hesitance.
“Anything?” The younger smiled devilishly as he kissed down the elder’s neck as he tweaked at his nipples.
“Yes”, he moaned softly feeling his cock still straining painfully at his belly.
Hoseok grinned brightly as though he wasn’t just being a cocky little shit moments ago as he excitedly retrieved the second item.”Okay, then kitten. You can’t be my kitten without a cute tail. But you see, I want you to put it in yourself. It would please, master if you did”, he whispered. Yoongi nodded quickly taking in the item in his hand. It was a sort of dildo that was thick and long, the end with a fluffy tail. Hoseok climbed a bit further up the bed leaning back on his elbows, boring his eyes into Yoongi,asking the male in question shiver and lick his dry lips.
Yoongi weakly sat back knees bent Ashe spread his legs wide to give a clear view of everything to the younger demon. “Go on, kitten. Master wants to see that pretty tail on his good pet”, he urged him sternly. The older demon bit his lip as he circled the tip at his entrance before pushing it in slowly. He groaned, throwing his head back, feeling the dildo stretch him out deliciously. “Ahn~ So good~” he moaned. He was especially caught off guard when suddenly Hoseok was in front of him and forced the tail to its hilt in one go.
A silent scream escaped his lips as he clutched onto the younger’s shoulders to keep himself from losing his sanity of feeling so full. He felt lips at his temple and he could tell from Hoseok’s breathing that the younger was really holding himself back especially with the heavy pheremones Yoongi was releasing. “Such a good kitten. You look so good with your tail. Wanna fuck you real bad. You have yet to apologize for being naughty”, he muttered breathless.
“I’ll do anything. I’m really sorry, master”, Yoongi urged as he felt a part of his pride lurking in the back of his mind heavily scolding him for being so submissive. But Hoseok was overwhelming his thoughts. The younger leaned back until he was against the headboard leaving the elder to stare after him. He grabbed his hard cock giving it a few pumps as precum slipped down the head. Yoongi gulped heavily as Hoseok cooed at him. With a finger he pointed to his weeping cock. “Then come show master how sorry you are”.
Yoongi needed no more invitation to crawl his way towards the younger, mewling in delight as the tail in his ass rubbed deliciously against his walls. He leaned forward on all fours grasping the large cock in both hands, ass in the air. He licked his lips once,his eyes meeting Hoseok’s expectant ones before he leaned down and licked languidly at the head. He heard a groan of encouragement as he took the weeping head in his mouth and felt the salty precum at his tongue. It was addicting unlike other times as he nipped softly under the head.
He continued to swallow the member slowly into his mouth until in one swift movement pulled back and then took it all in one go until it hit the back of his throat. His throat burned a bit,but he oddly like it as he eyes went back to Hoseok’s face feeling his own dick twitch at seeing the pure bliss on his face as he sucked him off. He began to bob his head up and down. At a quicker pace as Hoseok slipped fingers into his soft black hair and gripped it harshly as he pushed him further down his length.
Yoongi gagged, but tried relaxing his throat a bit more as Hoseok started fucking his throat with shallow thrusts. The only thought in the elder's head was the desire to please the male.He began to hollow out his cheeks and hum around his length as his thrusts became more spastic and desperate. It wan’t before long that Hoseok suddenly pulled out squirting his load on Yoongi’s face and some in his mouth. He licked it up using his fingers to guide the stray cum into his mouth and sensually licked his finger. “Kitten,make sure to clean out he rest of the mess”, Hoseok purred as the elder nodded and leaned in to lick the remaining cum still on Hoseok’s length from his balls up to the head feeling satisfied as Hoseok was becoming hard again.
He closed his eyes in bliss before they snapped open feeling the tail move. He looked seeing the younger demon reaching for the tail and pull it out slowly before slowly pushing it back in. Yoongi groaned as his sunk his cheek on the bed mewling at the dildo going in and out of his hole. “Master, I’ve been good. P-Please, fuck me!” He begged and Hoseok finally decided to stop teasing him.
“Alright, kitten, just beg to me like a good kitten would. Meow for me, baby”, he smiled softly. Yoongi scrambled to face his ass in Hoseok’s direction wiggling his hips as the tail swished side to side as Yoongi’s heated gaze looked back at him.
“Master, please fuck me. Meow”, the elder mewled and Hoseok snapped as the pulled out the tail swiftly and lined his member at his entrance before thrusting in swiftly. He didn’t even wait for Yoongi to adjust to his larger member as he began to pound into him, snapping his hips back and forth. He groaned at the tighteness of Yoongi’s walls around his cock. Meanwhile, the elder was sobbing from the pure ecstasy of being hit straight at his prostate and the pain that came from the cock ring hampering him from release. They mixed so well, that Yoongi was screaming his lungs out. Hoseok felt so angry for some reason as he reached to bite his hips and suck on the spot until it began to bruise.
He shifted slipping out momentarily as he flipped Yoongi over and reinserted himself inside of him again as Yoongi wrapped his armsaroundhis neck moaning sinfully into his ear as the younger marked his neck with bites. He kissed up his neck towards his jaw until he took his lips,sliding his tongue into the hot cavern as their tongues dance.
“Hobi, let me cum. I can’t do this. Let me cum…P-please…ngh~”he begged the pain from his red cock becoming unbearable.
Hoseok lazily pulled the ring off and began to pepper his chest with bites and marks, taking a nipple into his mouth not stopping the snapping of his hips. The room was an echo of the slap of skin against skin, the squelching noises that came along with relentless thrusting and the lewd moans escaping Yoongi’s sinful lips. “I don’t want to see you fucking with, Jimin or anyone again that isn’t me.Do you understand?” Hoseok growled possessively and sternly into his ear. Yoongi didn’t say anything to overcome with pleasure to respond, but Hoseok really wasn’t expecting an answer.
“Cum for me, baby”,he finally said as he took Yoongi’s lips once more kiss before the elder released his load over their stomachs. Hoseok was also close as he thrusted a few more tights and released inside of him. Yoongi groaned in exhaustion as he slumped onto the sheets. Head too tired to even more as he sunk deeper into the mattress. Hoseok slipped his member out, hearing the elder groan from oversensitivity. All Yoongi felt before succumbing to slumber was the feeling of sheets covering his body and arm wrapping around his body.
Hoseok stared at Yoongi’s sleeping form solemnly. Yoongi would never be his. He never was and never will be. Even if he tried convincing himself that he was. Yoongi did not need him,but there was a feeling of nostalgia everytime he would look at him. Yet the demon never gave him so much of a second glance unless he was really desperate to feed his desires. All he figured he could do was fuck some sense into Yoongi until the demon realized that he belonged to him and no one else. He leaned down to kiss Yoongi’s nape whispering a quick “One day. You’ll be the one begging for me. One day”.
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pairing: jasmine cephas-jones x reader
summary: reader and jasmine are long-time friends, who one day decide to hook up. no strings attached. it was a good idea in theory.
warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, D/s, bondage, temperature play, a tiny bit of spanking, sex toys (? is that something i need to warn about i don’t even know), i vaguely mention a couple details about the movie “remember me” which deals with 9/11 so if you’re very sensitive to that this might not be for you. i don’t mention any real specifics about 9/11 itself but better safe than sorry if this is a topic that triggers you.
word count: 5,014
a/n: ah yes day two of the @hamwriters write-a-thon!! here this is my inbox is open for comments concerns complaints etc love u happy reading
The soft patter of rain on the window of your apartment fades into the background as you hit “play” on the remote. Friday night movie nights with your best friend are even better when it’s raining, so you’re perfectly content with the storm outside. You pull the fluffy blanket up to your chin and settle into the back cushion of the couch.
“Really?” Jasmine sighs as she walks into the living room, bowl of popcorn clutched against her chest. “You had to pick the saddest movie on Netflix?”
You roll your eyes and stick an arm out of your blanket, making a grabbing motion at the popcorn. “It isn’t the saddest movie on Netflix, and I’m not the one who decided that on movie nights we could only watch movies set in New York.”
“I don’t see how that is the issue here,” Jasmine hands you the popcorn and flops down on the couch next to you, sliding under the other side of the blanket. “There are plenty of movies set in New York, it’s not like I picked some obscure setting like Buffalo or Manitoba.”
“Okay, you don’t get to judge my movie choice. Last week you picked that terrible mid 2000’s chick-flick with a fortune teller in it.” You pick up a handful of popcorn and shove it very ungracefully into your mouth.
Jasmine lightly backhands your shoulder as she frowns at you. “Just My Luck is a gem!”
You raise an eyebrow, popcorn crunching between your teeth loudly.
“Okay, Chris Pine is a gem,” she rolls her eyes and veers her attention to the television.
A hush falls over the two of you as you get simultaneously sucked into the film, Robert Pattinson’s voice and the occasional shuffle of popcorn the only sounds to be heard.
“Oh that’s fucked up,” Jasmine muters when a classroom bully targets the main character’s sister.
“Poor baby,” you lament. “She didn’t even see it coming.”
Jasmine shifts closer to you, her legs draped over your lap.
“Comfortable?” You snicker, looking over at her face.
“Shh,” she scolds, eyes glued to the television. “Tyler’s about to- oh my God.”
You squint at her for a second before turning back to the movie. The silence returns, and eventually Jasmine’s head leans to rest on your shoulder.
“No,” you shout as the main character heads toward the window of the office building. “No, get out of there, Ally needs you, Caroline needs you!”
Your lip quivers as the shot zooms out, revealing that the building shown is the North Tower of the World Trade Center.
“Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it, because nobody else will,” Robert Pattinson’s voice narrates over the characters in the film looking distressed.
The screen fades to black and you sniffle, trying to hold in your tears.
“I told you this movie was a bad idea, [Y/N],” Jasmine says, holding back a smile, laughter playing in her eyes for a moment.
“You always have to swoop in with the ‘I-told-you-so,’ don’t you,” you mutter as tears start to pour down your cheeks. “I- fuck, what the fuck,” you wipe angrily at your face.
“Hey, are you- come here,” Jasmine’s eyes soften with concern as she places her hands on either of your cheeks. Her thumbs brush away the salt water trails and her stare locks onto yours.
“It’s just so sad and- God, I’m an idiot, it’s a fucking movie,” you laugh once, averting your eyes. “It’s just a movie- a very predictable movie, really. And I’m over here sobbing.”
“You’re not an idiot, you’re just...soft. It’s okay,” she murmurs. There’s a brief pause before she leans forward and presses a gentle peck to your forehead.
Your gaze flits back up to her, “W- what was that for?”
Jasmine drops her hands from your cheeks and shrugs. “Um- I don’t know. You just looked really sad,” she gives you a small smile. “I thought it might help. I read this article that said physical affection helps with feelings of sadness.”
“Well,” you laugh lightly and wipe the corners of your eyes, “thank you, then.”
Her eyes look down at your smile before looking back up to you, “No problem.”
You tilt your head almost imperceptibly, a little confused at her expression. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just- well…” she trails off, gaze darting around your face.
“Jazzy?” Your concern grows a little. You’ve known Jasmine a long time, and she isn’t usually at a loss for words. “Are you sure you’re-”
You’re cut off by her lips brushing timidly against your own. Your body reacts before your brain can register what’s going on, kissing her back with a bit more certainty. Your lips move together tenderly for a moment before the kiss becomes a bit more heated.
Jasmine’s hands find their way to your hair, tangling in the strands. You turn, angling your body more toward her while you grasp her hips, pulling her to straddle your lap.
Her tongue brushes gently against your lower lip, and you’re about to let your jaw drop open when your brain kicks in.
You pull back suddenly and look up at Jasmine. “W- wait, what’s-”
“Fuck, oh my God,” she shakes her head and quickly stands, feet getting tangled in the blanket momentarily, almost causing her to fall. “I should’ve asked first, that was- I don’t know what that was, I’m so sorry. What the fuck,” she mutters.
“I...I didn’t mind,” you say quietly, glancing up at her.
“You- what?” Jasmine asks incredulously.
“I said I didn’t mind,” you repeat, a bit louder this time. You stand and take the few steps it takes to reach her. “I mean, there’s no harm in two friends hooking up.”
“Are you...are you sure about this?” She asks, scanning for something in your face.
You smirk and put your hands on her waist, pulling her closer to you. “You’re my best friend, you’re hot as hell, we’re both single, and sex is fun. I don’t see what there is to be unsure about.”
“I thought you were dating Finn,” she squints at you.
“Fuck Finn,” you huff. “Finn, and Matthew, and Aaron, and however many other men I’ve been with who don’t give a fuck about me. This could be good,” you insist. “A detox from a long line of romantic and sexual tragedies.”
“Well…” Jasmine thinks for a moment before wrapping her arms behind your neck. “I think this could be the start of a beautiful thing, [Y/N].”
---
“Are you sure the rest of the cast don’t mind me crashing your bonding time?” You wonder, tugging your shirt back over your head.
“I’m positive,” Jasmine laughs as she shimmies into her skinny jeans. “You’ve been around the theater so much in the past few weeks that most people forget you’re not part of the cast, anyway.”
“Oops,” you snicker. You pull your ankle boots back on and zip them up.
“You’re not even sorry,” she tsks and shakes her head.
“Hard to be sorry when I have good reason to be here all the time,” you shrug.
“Oh? And what might that reason be?”
“It just so happens,” you begin, stalking toward her. “That my hot best friend is in the cast, and that they have an insatiable sexual appetite.”
Jasmine giggles, turning to fix her hair in the mirror. “I’ll tell Daveed to calm down, then.”
“Oh shut up,” you smirk at her. “Though, if you wanted to invite him I wouldn’t be opposed…”
“Right,” her smile falters briefly and she wipes the smudged lipstick from the corner of her mouth.
“You ready?” Daveed asks, peeking his head in through the door.
“Yeah,” Jasmine answers before you have a chance to. She grabs your hand and pulls you down the stairs and outside to the cab, where you settle in between Daveed and Jasmine.
“You look so hot tonight,” Daveed smirks, eyes raking over your figure.
“Thanks,” you blush lightly, fingers fiddling with the hem of your faux suede skirt. “You don’t look too shabby yourself, for an old man.”
He laughs heartily, head thrown back. “I’m not that much older than you, [Y/N].” His hand, once positioned on his own thigh, slides just a bit. His warm pinky grazes the exposed skin above your knee.
Daveed is a lot of things, among them being hot, kind, intelligent, and very talented. Subtlety, however, is not his strongest suit.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Jasmine mutters. She leans forward to look around you at Daveed. “I love you like a brother, Daveed, but if you’re just looking for someone to write more clipping songs about, pick someone that isn’t my best friend, mkay?”
Daveed smirks and raises his hands in surrender.
“Good boy,” Jasmine nods, flopping back against the leather seat.
You fish your phone out of your bag and send a quick message from the interior, not wanting Daveed to see the message.
Feeling a little bossy tonight, are we?
Jasmine looks at her phone and bites down lightly on her lower lip. Your phone buzzes a few seconds later.
Come home with me later and see.
The cab pulls up to the club before you have a chance to reply. Daveed takes one hand while Jasmine grasps the other, and you’re whisked inside past a sea of flashing cameras held by shouting men.
Daveed, the self appointed conductor of your daisy chain, steers the three of you toward the bar area where the rest of the cast is waiting.
“[Y/N]!” Pippa squeals, standing from the tall stool to throw her arms around you. “I missed you.”
You catch a whiff of tequila and stifle a laugh, patting her on the back. “I missed you too, angel. Even though it’s only been,” you glance at your watch, “an hour and a half.”
Pippa pulls back, a somber look on her face. “An hour and a half is much too long to be separated from my favorite person ever.”
You open your mouth to respond, but Pippa locks eyes with Daveed and squeals again.
“Daveed! I missed you!”
Jasmine shakes her head, laughing a little. She threads her fingers through yours and leads you to an open spot at the bar, leaning across the counter to order you a drink.
An amused grin spreads across your face as glance at her feet. She’s stretched up on her tiptoes to be tall enough to talk to the bartender.
“You know,” you remark as Jasmine hands you a vodka cranberry. “We’ve been friends since, what, freshman year of high school? And I still consistently forget how short you are.”
“Oh my God,” she huffs exasperatedly. “I get it, I’m short. You have this revelation every two months.”
You try to suppress your smile, sipping at your drink.
“You’re so annoying,” she groans, hopping up to sit on an empty barstool. “If you weren’t so good at eating me out I’d cut off all contact with you. Leave you a note saying I moved to Thailand to find myself or something.”
You laugh, nearly choking on your drink in the process. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Pippa forcing an astonishingly reluctant Oak out onto the dance floor. “Oh my God,” you turn to get a better glimpse of them. “Pippa is so...gone.”
“She’s a lightweight,” Jasmine says, setting her now empty glass on the countertop. “Anyway, dance with me?”
You down the rest of your drink and hop down from the barstool, holding out your hand for hers.
You’ve been dancing for a quite a while before the DJ starts a remix of a Rihanna song, which makes your eyes light up right away. ANTI had been the soundtrack to many of your escapades with Jasmine, so whenever a song plays you’re reminded of her. The two of you have taken to texting each other if a song from the album comes on when you’re not together.
Jasmine smirks, drawing your body impossibly closer to her. Your bodies move in sync, her hands finding your hips.
“What are you willing to do?” She sings teasingly, slotting her leg between your knees. “Oh, tell me what you’re willing to do?”
The flesh of your bottom lip sinks under your teeth as you tilt your head to the side, allowing her lips to press against your neck just under your ear.
“Kiss it, kiss it better baby.” Her hot breath fans out over your neck and you shiver slightly at the sensation, goosebumps trailing down your arms.
“Do you want to get out of here?” You tighten your grip on her waist, giving her a suggestive look.
“Depends,” she raises a brow at you.
“On what?”
“If you’re going to be good for me tonight,” she declares plainly.
“Shit,” your brain stops working for a moment and you blink a few times, surprised at her no-nonsense tone. “Fuck. Jasmine, I’ll be so good for you tonight, I promise.”
“I don’t know,” she laughs, letting go of your hips and weaving through the crowd with you. “The swearing isn’t very convincing, but I suppose you can have another try when we get back to my place.”
The wooden heels of your booties thump against the concrete as you make it outside, Jasmine hailing a cab.
“Your place, huh? What if I wanted to go to mine?”
“That would be too bad,” she turns to you with a mischievous look in her eyes as a taxi pulls up to the curb. “A surprise I ordered came in this morning, and I think you’d really love it. But if you want to go to your apartment instead…” she trails off as the two of you settle in the backseat.
“A surprise? What did you do?”
She turns lackadaisically to survey the busy street through the window. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
The two of you hurry through the lobby of her apartment building, navigating the three flights of stairs to her fourth floor walk-up.
“Fuck, I hate that you don’t have an elevator,” you sigh, leaning against the wall by the door.
Jasmine’s hand reaches out and swats gently at your backside, eliciting a shocked yelp from you. You clamp your hand over your mouth for a second before squinting at her.
“What was that for?” You whisper angrily, worried you’ve disturbed her neighbors.
“I told you no swearing,” she informs you coolly as she unlocks her front door. She makes a gesture to invite you inside when the door swings open and follows behind you.
“Sorry, ma’am,” you tease, rolling your eyes.
Jasmine raises both of her eyebrows as she drops her bag on the floor near the door. “Are you mocking me, baby doll?”
There’s a fire in her eyes and an edge in her tone that lets you know that she means business. You swallow harshly before responding, “No, ma’am. I’m sorry for swearing and disrespecting you.”
“As you should be.”
Your eyes are glued to her retreating figure before she spins on one heel to fix you with her gaze.
“I’ll call you when things are ready, and you’ll make your way into my room quickly. Are we clear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” you nod eagerly.
“Good girl,” she smirks, pushing the door closed behind her.
While you wait for further instructions, you set your bag down on the coffee table and lean against the back of the couch. You consider stripping down at least partially, but Jasmine hadn’t told you to do so and you’d tested her enough for one night.
“[Y/N],” she calls. You stand quickly, nearly running down the hall and into the bedroom.
Jasmine is standing at the foot of her bed, a red lace teddy just barely covering her body and a black satin blindfold clutched in her hand. You sweep your eyes up and down her body, taking in the strappy lingerie and the black lace thigh highs before tearing your gaze away to look around the room. You gasp as you take it in.
She’s covered the top of her dresser in flickering candles and-
“Is that a...”
“A steel suspension bar? Why yes,” she props a hand on her hip, a smug look on her face. “Yes it is.”
“You remembered?” You stare at up at it wistfully, judging the distance from the bar to the floor.
“Of course I did. How could I forget my baby doll admitting that she’s always wanted to try standing bondage?”
You feel heat creep onto your cheeks as you continue to stare at the steel bar.
“Now, why don’t you be a good little toy for me and strip?”
Without hesitation, you follow her order. You slip your feet out of your shoes and unbutton the top of your skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The white blouse joins the pile of discarded clothing, leaving you in just your pale pink bra and panties.
“As much as I love that color on you, I meant all the way.” Jasmine takes a few steps forward to center herself in front of you.
You nod and slide your panties down your legs, tossing them and your bra into the pool of clothes.
Jasmine holds up the blindfold, but makes firm eye contact with you. “Before we go any further, what’s your safe word?”
“Pattinson,” you give her a sly smile.
“Very good.” She closes the short distance and wraps the blindfold over your eyes, moving around to stand behind you and tying it gently.
“Since we’re not actually suspending you, these are the normal cuffs that you’re familiar with,” Jasmine explains as she fastens them to your wrists.
She jerks your left arm upward and you hear the clinking of metal on metal, and then her warm hands disappear from your skin. She speedily repeats her motions with the other arm, leaving you with both of your arms held above your head.
You tug lightly, testing the strength of your restraints.
Jasmine pulls you back against her, her hands roaming the expanse of your abdomen before reaching up to knead at your breasts. As soon as you get accustomed to the feeling of her body pressed against your back, she’s gone.
You’re dazed by her absence for only a moment and then her lips find yours, hands tugging lightly at your hair. Your tongues tangle together before she breaks away, lips, teeth, and tongue grazing over your neck. Her hand slips down, fingers ghosting over your slit as she sucks a hickey onto your collarbone.
She disappears again and you let out a small whimper, hips bucking forward to search for contact.
“Now, now,” she slaps your ass, a hint of laughter in her voice. “You’ll take what I give you and be thankful.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you reply meekly. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. You’re so good to me.”
“I am,” she affirms, fingers crawling over your hip.
A cold sensation presses into the skin between your shoulder blades and you gasp, jumping slightly, your arms jerking against the restraints. Jasmine trails what you soon recognize as an ice cube down your spine, dropping a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
The ice cube resurfaces on your left nipple, then your navel before returning to your right and goosebumps shimmer over your chest at the chill.
There’s another moment of breathless anticipation, your mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. You inhale sharply as her fingers dip easily inside of you, still chilled from the ice cube.
You moan as she thrusts two digits into you, her thumb pressing against your clit.
“You like that, baby doll? Does that feel good?” Jasmine purrs into your ear.
“Yes, ma’am,” you whimper while she picks up speed. “Feels so good.”
She hums lightly, continuing her ministrations. Your knees begin to tremble as your orgasm starts to build in the pit of your stomach. You let your head fall back, a loud moan tearing from your throat. You feel your thighs twitch, signalling that you’re incredibly close to coming- you’re so close you can taste it.
And then her fingers are gone.
“Wh-” You begin to question, but then she’s behind you, removing your blindfold.
“You’ve had your fun,” she sashays over to the end of her bed, settling on the edge of the mattress. At some point she’d removed her lingerie, leaving her in just the black thigh highs. “It’s my turn, now.”
A quiet hum fills the air as she switches on a sleek black vibrator, lounging backward onto the bed while she does so. She runs her tongue around the tip of the toy before dragging it over her breasts, giving attention to her nipples. Her head falls back as she moans softly, her hair fanning out on the duvet behind her.
You’re captivated by her movements, completely enthralled as she trails the vibrator down her abdomen and over her clit. Jasmine gasps faintly, her other hand reaching up to paw at her breast.
You don’t realize you’re trying to reach out for her until you hear the jingling of the metal chains, your eyes snapping up to the restraints.
“Eager to please, are we?”Jasmine smirks at you before slipping the toy into herself, eliciting a mewl from her lips.
“Please, ma’am,” you whimper, eyes raking over her body. “Please, please, I just want to make you feel so good. With my mouth, with my hands, however you want me to, whatever you want from me. Please, I need to touch you.”
“Mm,” she hums, tilting her head at you. “I suppose if you’re so desperate for me to use you…”
“So desperate,” you agree quickly, nodding. “So desperate, please let me make you feel good, please use me ma’am.”
Jasmine turns off the vibrator and stands, setting it down as she makes her way over to unbind your wrists. You quickly put your arms around her waist, pulling her close to kiss her passionately.
When you finally wake up the next afternoon, Jasmine is already gone. You stretch and roll out of bed, heading into the bathroom where there’s a sticky note attached to the mirror.
Sorry I had to leave early, had a yoga class early this morning. Last night was amazing. Coffee in the pot is fresh, there are pancakes in the fridge to be heated up.
You shrug and continue about your morning, showering and borrowing a pair of leggings and a sweater from Jasmine’s dresser. Padding out into the kitchen, you warm up your food and flop down onto the couch, catching up on your Twitter feed as you eat.
You nearly choke, eyes bugging out of your head when you see an article linked in your mentions.
‘Hamilton’ Star Steps Out with Longtime Friend—Or Are They More?
Jasmine Cephas-Jones, known best for originating the roles of both Peggy Schuyler and Maria Reynolds in the Broadway smash-hit Hamilton, was seen entering a nightclub in Hell’s Kitchen after last night’s show holding hands with none other than longtime friend [Y/N]. Patrons of the club say the two were very close, dancing only with each other the entire night.
Our inside source insists that the gal pals look at each other with “undeniable fondness in their eyes,” and notes “They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They have indisputable heat and chemistry between them.”
You read the article twice, scrolling back to the top of the page to look at the picture of you and Jasmine outside the club. You copy the link and attach it to a message.
To: Jasmine — 11:47 AM
Lol look at this.
From: Jasmine — 11:50 AM
I’ve already seen it. I’m sorry.
To: Jasmine — 11:51 AM
Sorry about what? It’s hilarious. They think we’re in looooove.
From: Jasmine — 12:14 PM
Right, haha. Hilarious.
To: Jasmine — 12:16 PM
Anyway, today’s a two show day, right? Want me to bring dinner...and dessert? ;)
From: Jasmine — 12:32 PM
Nah, don’t come. I’m tired today. Think I’m just gonna nap between shows.
To: Jasmine — 12:34 PM
Are you okay?? When have you EVER been too tired for me to go down on you?
From: Jasmine — 12:47 PM
I’m just tired, okay? I have to go warm up for the show. I’ll talk to you later.
To: Jasmine — 12:48 PM
Alright, break a leg!!
You click the tv off and go back to Jasmine’s bedroom, gathering your clothes from the night before. It isn’t like Jasmine to tell you not to come to the theater, even if she’s tired and doesn’t want to have sex. You’ve spent a lot of time at the Richard Rodgers with her, eating and laughing and just having fun.
Something is off, and you’re not sure what. Could that article really have made her feel that awkward? They called you “gal pals,” for Christ’s sake. Gal pals. The two of you have often joked about the entire “gal pal” concept and how ridiculously heteronormative the mainstream media is. And now a stupid article is making her clam up because she feels weird that a couple people in the comments think you’re dating?
If Jasmine’s tired, you don’t want to leave a mess for when she comes home. You straighten up the bedroom, shoving your clothes into your bag and making the bed. When you’re done with the bedroom, you move to the living room and toss your bag on the couch, before marching into the kitchen to wash the few dishes that are stacked in the sink.
You make sure all the lights are turned off and you leave, heading back to your own place.
---
Jasmine doesn’t return any of your texts or phone calls for the next three days, leaving you no option but to show up at the theater to talk to her. You can understand being busy, but she’s never been so busy that she doesn’t have time to text you back. You’re best friends, after all.
Something’s not right.
“[Y/N],” Daveed beams when you walk in the back door. “It’s been too long since I saw your bright shining face around the Richard Rodgers.”
“Hey, Daveed,” you give him a small smile. “Yeah, it’s been a while. Have you seen Jasmine?”
“Dressing room,” the stage manager says from behind Daveed.
“Thanks Jason,” you dash up the stairs and knock on the dressing room door.
Renée’s eyes scan your face as she opens the door. She looks back at Jasmine and over to Pippa.
“Pip?” She remarks. “Let’s give them a minute.”
Pippa gives Jasmine a look and Jasmine responds with a curt nod. The two other girls file out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
“Hi,” you say quietly.
“Uh, hey,” Jasmine smiles pitifully at your before turning to the mirror, fingers fiddling with her hair.
“What’s up? Where’ve you been?”
“Nothing’s up,” she defends too quickly. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy?” You laugh, shaking your head.
“Is that so unbelievable to you?” She turns toward you, fire in her eyes.
“You’re never too busy for me, Jasmine. You’re always there. You texted me in the middle of your fucking Hamilton audition!”
“I have a life outside of our friendship, you know.” She snaps.
You can’t do anything but stare at her for a moment, speechless.
Jasmine turns back to the mirror, pulling the top half of her hair back.
“What happened? Something happened, Jasmine, and I need to know what.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but you know she can hear you.
“Nothing happened,” she says coolly. “Like I said, I’ve just been busy.”
“Bullshit,” you snarl.
She whips her head around to glare at you, “It’s the truth.”
“No it isn’t,” you insist. “Tell me what happened.”
Jasmine doesn’t say anything, but you swear you can see her fingers shaking.
“Tell me, Jasmine. Tell me why everything changed.”
“Because I fell in love with you!” Her hands fly up to fist in her own hair.
Your heart stops and your breath catches in your throat. You can’t have heard her right. There’s no way.
“You- you what?”
She hangs her head, wringing her trembling hands together. “I fell in love with you. And I know this wasn’t supposed to be- this isn’t anything. I know that.”
You don’t say anything, you can’t. This is too much for you to process.
“That’s why everything changed,” she confesses. “And after your reaction to that article, I knew you didn’t feel the same. I just needed some time.”
“You’ve always been able to tell me everything,” you shake your head. “Time? Why did you need time? You could’ve told me. We could’ve worked through this together, and instead you-”
“Instead I tried to respect your feelings?” She chuckles darkly. “Are you really blaming me for that? This isn’t your battle, [Y/N]. If you don’t feel the way that I do, that’s not your fault.”
“You should’ve just fucking told me! I could’ve helped you get over this-”
“How? How would you have done that? I’m trying, isn’t that enough for you?”
“I-” you shake your head. “I don’t know. This wasn’t supposed to go like this. This was supposed to be fun and easy, just sex, no strings attached.”
“You know what, [Y/N]? I’m sorry I fucked up so badly,” she huffs, taking a few steps toward you.
“You didn’t-”
“No, let me finish,” she cuts you off. “I’m sorry I wasn’t what you wanted. I am. So why don’t you just go find someone who is what you wanted?”
You furrow your brow. “What?”
“Jesus,” she shouts in frustration. “Just, go fuck Daveed or something! Go back to fucking people who don’t give a shit about you, okay? I don’t even care anymore.”
Your gaze follows her and she strides behind you. She yanks the door open.
“Jasmine-” you call out, but it’s too late. The door slams behind her and you’re left alone in the middle of the dressing room.
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So I guess what I'm saying is, I don't want my cousin to resolve to starving because of a youtuber she idolizes. she's far from fat, but she is a lil bit chunky and I've noticed it really bothers her. I don't know how to help her, cause I think she's been influenced by Eugenia (and possibly other pro Ana people) to starve and it worries me, cause my aunt doesn't really think much of it and I don't know how to help her before it actually gets out of control.
The only way you can really help people like me who are anorexic or just desire to start starving themselves like that is to just be there for them. There’s really not a lot you can do. You can help by bringing her her favourite foods when she hasn’t eaten in a while if you’re close enough to her to do that. Just think “What food will be irresistible if I bring it home to her?” That’s how my mom got me to eat when I had starved myself down to 90lbs. I’m very sorry that she looks up to someone so awful. Therapy helps, as well. If you could get her into therapy, that would be a way to help. Professionals can help a lot more than anyone else can. But, really, all you can do is be there for her and say positive things to her. . .compliment her. Say “You’re looking good today” or something similar that alludes to her appearance. A simple compliment like that can go a long way for someone who is anorexic. Boost her self esteem with compliments and being there for her if she needs someone to talk to. Don’t ever say anything negative about her appearance or weight. And if she starts losing weight via starving, don’t say things like “Wow you look so skinny” or “Congratulations on your weight loss”. Those kind of comments may seem like a compliment, but to an anorexic person, that’s basically the same thing as saying “I hope you keep starving yourself” and basically congratulating her for doing something completely unhealthy. You don’t want to do that. When I was down at 90lbs, I got so many comments and compliments on my weight loss that it literally almost killed me because it felt like no one wanted me as an overweight or healthy weight person. It felt like I finally knew what all my “friends” and “loved ones” were thinking of me when I was 120lbs before I got down to 90lbs. It made me want to starve even more. And every time someone compliments me when I lose weight, I get very triggered on the inside but secretly love it, as well, which makes the starving get severe because I want more praise. It’s like pavlovian conditioning. Praise her and she’s going to be more likely to starve for longer periods and will grow up starving herself.
My entire family has anorexic mindsets. Even my grandmother does. Albeit they don’t starve themselves, they are all obsessed with weight and losing weight. My mom especially. So I get lots of compliments and praise when I lose weight and it makes me feel so fucking awful about myself that it causes me to get self harm and suicidal urges. Because if I’m getting complimented for losing weight, then what could these people have possibly thought about me when I was a higher weight? It’s toxic to get caught up in the compliments. Please just don’t ever compliment her on losing weight. And don’t act like you’re happy when she loses it unless she has done it through a healthy diet and exercise.
Maybe offer to go exercise with her? That could really help. I know I feel ridiculous working out on my own; I need someone to work out with me otherwise I lose confidence in what I am doing and I won’t be able to get out of bed to do it due to how badly I feel about my body. I also suggest finding a way to talk her out of watching this toxic youtuber. No one needs toxic vibes in their life and that’s just one more toxic thing for her to get into. Maybe introduce her to some REAL idols. Emma Watson is a good person to obsess over, as an example. Focus on positive traits in people and find a good role model for her and introduce her to the person’s work.
Also, sit down with her and talk with her about this. Don’t just leave your worries inside you. Actually talk to her (giving her compliments along the way) and make sure she understands how it’s affecting you and show her that she’s important to you and that you love her just the way she is and that a lot of people are going to love her just the way she is. Try to illustrate that there’s nothing wrong with the body she has and that she’s beautiful the way she is.
This may all fall on deaf ears, though. Sometimes the only thing that works with anorexic people is time. For me, personally, it didn’t matter how many people cared about me and were worried about me. I didn’t think it truly affected anyone but myself. Try to also illustrate that it will affect all the people around her if she goes down this path and that she will cause everyone in her life a lot of pain. Don’t try to make her feel guilty or anything. . .just calmly explain how anorexia can destroy relationships. But like I was saying, I didn’t stop or want to stop or even try to stop until I reached where I am now (at the age of 25).
I used to eat paper instead of food when I was very little because I was under the impression that you had to eat something to survive but I knew even then that food made you fat, so I just ate paper instead. This was in elementary school. It wasn’t until I ended up very sick and in the hospital that they sent me to an eating disorder clinic and I overheard them telling my parents that there was something wrong with me. I thought they meant physically at the time, so I remember going up to them to tell them that my tummy didn’t hurt and I didn’t have a cold, so “can I go home now?” They tried to explain to me that I was having psychological problems but I didn’t understand at that age. I developed anorexia due to my parents always commenting on my weight and the things I was eating. That’s why it manifested at such an early age because I had to be “the perfect child” and “no child who is fat can be perfect” according to my parents. All I wanted was to please my parents and be the perfect child they wanted so I just ate paper in place of meals for the longest time and continued getting very sick from it. I was rewarded by my family when I lost weight coz they were so proud of me (again, still in elementary school) so I got it into my head that I needed to keep losing weight in order to be praised. Your cousin doesn’t need that kind of anguish in her life so you need to talk to her about this and be open with your feelings. But, again, it might just take time. Years, maybe. Just be sure to be there for her and completely understanding during this rough period in her life.
But remember. . .you can’t really get help unless you want it. As long as she doesn’t want to be helped, she’s not going to get help. Even from a professional. I was put into mandatory therapy when I was 18 following a trip to my first psych ward. The therapy didn’t help one bit, despite my therapist being an excellent practitioner, merely because I didn’t actually want help. Same thing for ana. If your cousin doesn’t want help, there’s no way to force it on her. But you can let her know what she’s in store for if she starts starving. Look up the side effects of starving and show them to her. Make sure she understands what she’s getting herself into. You literally can’t really go out and have fun with friends if you’re starving yourself because your body is so weak that all you can really do in life is lay in bed and cry because you haven’t been able to leave the house in such a long time. Especially because of the constipation and diarrhea. And when she does actually eat something, it will be so painful to her stomach that she won’t be able to get out of bed. If someone really wants to starve themselves, they better really like laying in bed and never seeing anyone because that’s the life of an anorexic person. They also better really like going to the hospital because there’s going to be a lot of complications along the way that wind you up hospitalized. And they’ve better like being locked up. . .because sooner or later, they’ll be locked in an ED clinic.
But anyways. . .I hope I helped in some way. I’m not sure if any of this is very helpful. :/ I really suggest you ask a professional. I’m merely someone with an eating disorder and I don’t hold any psych degrees or anything like that. Never even been through a single psych class. A professional can give you actual, good advice, unlike me. I really hope you can get through to her because ana is a very dark place to be in. Idk what would really help other than time because that’s the only thing that helped me.
But please note I’m still only just beginning my recovery from anorexia. I still starve to this day. I keep going back and forth being “just starve yourself. You’re not skinny enough.” to “just get it over with and eat the thing. You’ll feel better.”
Also there are medications you can put someone on to literally force them to eat because of the insatiable urges they invoke. And there are medications to help someone gain weight if her weight gets too low. They can be prescribed by a family doctor, even. . .no psych required. These medications are literally torture for an anorexic person like me and I would never use them, but if it gets bad with your cousin, there’s ways to help with medication.
Although the one thing I can say for sure is that therapy is a staple need for people with anorexia. Especially if it’s severe like mine is. And along with anorexia sometimes comes body dysmorphia so watch out for that, too.
Again, I really hope this helped somehow. I’m not too great at giving advice. I really hope everything goes okay and that your cousin will stop watching this toxic person on youtube.
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