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Kinkmas (10)- Let It Snow
Natasha X Reader 18+
Summary: When a mission on Christmas Eve goes wrong and leaves you and Natasha stranded in a random cabin in the woods, you can’t help but be disappointed at the way you were going to spend your first Christmas together. Natasha, however, shows you that it’s not so bad being stuck together.
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings/Tags: Mentions of Missions, Brief Angst(?), Fluff, Teasing, Smut, Dom Reader/Sub Natasha, Soft Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex, Begging
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Your gaze was firmly locked on the fire that crackled in front of you, eyes taking in every little flame that flickered and wavered, the orange hue illuminating the abandoned cabin the two of you had found, the warmth desperately needed.
Your body was pressed up against the redhead’s, front flush against her back in an attempt to keep her warm, your clothes draped over old furniture near the fireplace in hopes of drying it off, the fabric soaked as you trudged through the blizzard that occurred outside as you seeked refuge in the abandoned cabin. The two of you immediately searched for sheets to wrap up in, needing to take off the wet clothing and make a fire to prevent hypothermia, the two of you luckily trained to adapt in these situations.
So here you were, the two of you locked in an embrace in front of a fire, bodies wrapped up in old cotton sheets as your arms snaked around her middle, head resting atop of hers as you felt her shiver slightly, your eyes still transfixed on the fire in front of you both, lost in thought.
“Detka?” Natasha hummed softly, trying her best to read your body language and lack of communication as you sat silently behind her, your arms a little tense around her waist, legs seemingly unable to remain still as you bounced one of them slightly, nerves and discomfort evident in your features. She tilts her head back slightly, causing yours to move from her silky locks, eyes blinking as you look away from the fire to her mesmerising green, snapping yourself back to reality.
“Are you alright?” you ask as she looks at you curiously, gaze wandering over your features as she takes in your slightly red cheeks, the tip of your nose also red from the cold weather you’d previously endured, gaze lifting to the subtle way you scrunch your eyebrows, worry and confusion creeping onto your face.
“I’m fine,” she whispers back, honesty lacing her tone making your brows furrow a little more, confused as to why she was looking at you in that way, her fingers trailing down your forearms and down to your fingers, interlocking them softly, intimately, as she made sure you were alright, not used to seeing you like this after a mission. “Are you alright?” she asked cautiously, not quite sure as to what had caused this unusual mood from you, your gaze flickering away from hers nervously, the action not being missed by the spy. Something was definitely wrong.
“I’m fine, love,” you murmur back, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, listening to the whistling wind outside and for anything or anyone else, your body still on edge from the mission, adrenaline still flowing throughout your body as you tried to remain calm and collected, pushing your slight paranoia to the side.
“You’re an awful liar, Detka,” she teases softly to lighten the mood, turning around in your arms and prompting you to let her hands go, your eyes naturally drifting down to the exposed skin that you could see before snapping back up to her eyes, the small smirk toying at the corner of her lips indicating she saw your gaze, cheeks tinting a darker shade. “What’s wrong?” she asks, fingers moving to play with the baby strands at the back of your neck as she straddled your lap, your mind trying to remember how to function with her sat on top of you like that, the dark spiral of thoughts about the mission seeming to fade from your mind.
“I…” you start but the raise of her brow and the look in her eyes has you pausing in your lie, a sigh of defeat leaving you as you snake your arms around her once again, wanting to pull her impossibly closer. “I don’t want to be here,” you mutter as your head rests against her shoulder, her fingers sliding up into your hair and scratching at your scalp, lulling you into a more relaxed state, body still a little tense though.
“Surely I’m not that bad as company,” she whispers once again with a slight teasing tone, your lips naturally pulling into a smile at her actions and words, her ability to calm you something you’ve always appreciated. “Why don’t you want to be here?” she asks, her tone soft and curious, waiting for you to answer and help her solve the mystery of your current mood.
“Because it’s Christmas Eve Nat,” you say, a little annoyance in your tone that wasn’t directed at her, more the Hydra agents that ruined your mission and made you miss your ticket out of the snowy terrain. Her green softened at your tone, her mouth parting a little, having thought you didn’t want to do anything special for Christmas. “I just- I just want to be home, with the team, with you,” you explain, feeling rather stupid for ranting, the secret plans you had going to waste, “Instead, I’m here, in this freezing cabin not knowing when we’re going to leave, if we’re safe. What if one of the Hydra agents followed us? What if-”
“Hey,” she says, cold fingertips cupping your cheeks and guiding you to look up into her green, her fingers brushing over your warm skin softly. “Don’t go down the spiral of what ifs,” she murmurs gently, knowing it was the worst thing to do after a mission, your eyes trained on hers, letting the emerald soothe you. “We’re safe and we’re together, just focus on that for the moment Detka,” her voice was wrapped in a comforting tone, your lips forming a small smile at the tender one she offers you, lips titling to briefly meet hers.
“I know but,” you trail off, a hint of doubt still gnawing at the back of your mind, “I think I’m going to check outside once more,” you say, letting out a heavy sigh as you go to move, her body on top of yours preventing you, her hands moving to your shoulders, firmly keeping you still.
“You’re not going outside to check Detka, we’re safe, I promise you,” her words are slow and laced with confidence and care, trying to emphasise to you her point, wanting you to stop worrying. “Plus, the weather outside is frightful, and the fire is so delightful,” she sings softly, a huff of laughter escaping you as you cast your gaze back up into her alluring green, unable to stop the small smile creeping onto your lips as you shake your head at her antics.
“Nat,” you whined a little, her simply chuckling softly, fingers trailing along your bare shoulders, dipping lower behind your back to lift the sheet back over you.
“You’re the one who mentioned Christmas,” she teases, lips pecking yours intimately as you melt against her body, arms wrapping back around her body and caressing her perfectly sculpted curves. “Promise me you’ll stop worrying, Detka,” she whispers as her forehead leans against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you try your best to forget about the haunting mission, your mind focussing on her and only her.
“Ok,” you murmur back, tilting your head to catch her lips, claiming them briefly and further allowing you to delve into the thoughts about her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you wanted Christmas to be special,” she murmurs after a comfortable silence, your head pulling back from hers to look into her apologetic green, noticing each and every swirl of emerald overflowing with love. The two of you had never mentioned anything about the festive season so Natasha naturally assumed you weren’t a massive fan of it, your immediate response to shut anything down about it her biggest indicator.
“It’s ok,” you mumble but Natasha gathers that you don’t truly mean it, “It just means my surprise plan can’t fail because it can’t happen,” you joke, trying to make yourself feel a little better as the last few weeks of planning a surprise without her, the infamous Black Widow, figuring it out was difficult and involved a lot of effort on your behalf.
“You planned something?” she asks, her head tilting curiously making you smile sheepishly, an excitement and flood of warmth filling her at your thoughtfulness.
“Maybe,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders innocently to tease her, knowing you were going to spill everything to her as you’d been waiting ages to see her reaction to it, it just sadly wasn’t going to be the way you wanted it to be.
“Tell me all about it, Detka,” she encourages, fingers returning to the back of your neck, her eyes slowly drifting across your features as you both admire one another, your thoughts successfully straying away from the mission entirely.
“The first step was to bring you breakfast in bed,” you explain, watching how her eyes soften as you continue, “I persuaded Wanda into helping me learn how to make syrniki,” the dish a traditional Russian cheese pancake you overheard Nat talking about once, saying how she hadn’t had them for years and craved them. Natasha’s heart was unable to process the overwhelming feeling of love bubbling in her chest, warmth enveloping her entirely as she can’t help but gaze at your wide smile, excitement replacing the worry in your eyes.
“Syrniki,” she corrects softly, your pronunciation a little off making you blush a little, remembering Wanda’s teasing comments on your pronunciation as you somehow kept adding syllables.
“Syrniki,” you try again, her smile growing a little wider as you say it correctly, your fingers trailing higher up on her back and tracing over the various muscles that twitched under your slightly cold fingertips, your mind thinking through rest of the plan, deciding on what to tell her. “I’d bring you those and traditional Russian tea before we go into the living area for a surprise,” your tone growing more excited, her brow raising expectantly at your words.
“Surprise?” She asks amused, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone as your genuine smile makes her ponder what it could be, the spy usually able to figure out what you were hiding. “I assume you’re not going to tell me then,” she whispers, leaning down briefly to let her lips ghost yours as you scrunch your nose cutely at her antics, knowing how she was going to try and trick you into giving her what she wanted.
“Nope,” you say while popping the ‘p’, claiming her lips cheekily as she can’t help but roll her eyes at you playfully, “You can interrogate me all you want, I’m not spoiling this one,” you murmur against her lips as she brushes hers over yours once again, her gentle breath caressing your mouth.
“Even if I use my very specific skill set on you?” she teases, tone dropping an octave as you merely chuckle at her seductive words, not wanting to give in despite the warmth pooling between your thighs.
“Nope,” you repeat, popping the ‘p’ once again to further torment her, her huffing a laugh out against you before melting further against your body, arching her back slightly to press further into your toned and warm body. “And then after the surprise,” you say, exaggerating the word to tease her even more, the surprise being a visit from Yelena as Natasha had struggled to locate her sister after the two of them met to save the Widows from the Red Room, having mentioned it to you multiple times how she wished to see the blonde again. “It’s present time,” you say, grin somehow growing as you think about the domestic scene of the whole team just spending time together, trying to be normal instead of heroes of the world for a moment and relax with one another. After that it was going to be the plan Natasha already knew with Tony and Clint bringing their children around, everyone in charge of helping out with the various bundles of joy and dinner Wanda was in charge of, the redhead excited to spend time with the mini Bartons as always. “Then, later on after dinner and the children have gone to bed, I was hoping to give you another present,” you murmur, a hint of suggestiveness underlying your words as her smile turns into a sultry smirk, her brow raising a little once again as you sit up straighter, letting your lips brush over hers again while your arm wraps around her waist, Natasha welcoming your subtle advances.
“Another present huh?” she sighs out as you lift her off your lap and flip the two of you around, gently laying her down on the old bear rug, the sheet sprawling behind her and accommodating the red locks that cascade down onto the cream material. “What does this present entail?” she softly murmurs as her fingers guide your head down to meet her lips, claiming them softly as her legs wrap around your waist, encouraging you to press your body into hers, one of your hands bracing you above her body and the other cupping her cheek, deepening the soft kiss.
“It involves me showing my girlfriend how much I love her,” you rasp out into a kiss, tongue effortlessly sliding into her mouth, the two of you fighting a little for dominance as the kiss gradually grows more intense and messy, the redhead eventually caving and giving in to your wet and wanting mouth, a small moan leaving her. Your lips tug into a smirk as she lets you take control, your mind fogging with desire as you pull back from the passionate kiss, panting for breath as a string of saliva connects your lips, her tilting her head back up to crash her lips back to yours, a sudden intensity and lust taking over you as your bare bodies press into each other, her nails scratching down your back satisfyingly. “How much I love her beauty,” you husk out, trailing your kisses along her sharp jawline, nipping occasionally to watch the creamy skin tint red momentarily, soft gasps leaving her at every teasing touch, her head lolling back and encouraging you to go lower. “How much I love her moans,” you whisper, mouth at the shell of her ear, a small groan leaving her as your hand drifts lower, nail scratching down her abdomen, feeling her muscles twitch and tense under your sinful touch, the pad of your finger resting at her hip bone, tracing idle patterns to make her head spin with arousal. “The taste of her on my tongue,” your tone sultry as you swipe your finger through her folds teasingly, coating your digit in the arousal that’s pooling between her thighs, Natasha’s heart pounding against her ribcage as arousal has consumed her sane thoughts, her eyes meeting yours and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of love in them, your enamoured gaze going straight to her core.
“Detka,” she sensually sighs out, your lips finding hers once again, pouring all your emotions into it as her back arches off the sheet slightly, giving you the space to slide your hand more comfortably between your bodies, your finger brushing over her clit and earning a soft moan in response, the sound causing a throb between your thighs. You drag your finger through her slick, spreading it around her wet sex as she moans once again, your head spinning with the thought of her as you work her up slowly, your lips a contrast to your steady pace as the two of you refuse to part, a mischievous idea entering your mind, your teeth gently dragging her lower lip down before releasing it, casting your gaze to her eyes, enticing her emerald to stay trained on you.
“It’s just a shame it’s not Christmas yet,” you murmur teasingly against her lips, pulling away from her body as far as you can before her legs instinctively wrap back around your body, her strong thighs effortlessly pulling you back into her.
“It’s Christmas somewhere in the world right now,” she reasons while pulling you by your shoulders back down, a chuckle leaving you as you return your hand to between her thighs, her teeth warningly nipping your lower lip at your playful actions. “Please,” she whispers against your lips and you can’t help but smile smugly at the pleading tone to her voice, her hand wrapping around your wrist and silently requesting you to give her what she desperately wants.
You move your finger back through the abundance of arousal that’s pooled between her thighs, sliding your finger to her clit and slowly circling it to begin with, your mouth claiming her lips once again, addicted to her soft, plump ones while her hands bury themselves into your hair, keeping you as close as possible. As you touch grows more confident and firmer, moans spilling from her lips and her hips rolling against your hand, you sigh into her welcoming mouth, the kiss that was feverish and teasingly full of tongue breaking off as she struggles to reciprocate it, your mouth descending down her jaw and the column of her throat, teeth scraping against the warm skin tauntingly.
You can feel the vibrations of her muffling a moan when you slide your finger down to her entrance, teasingly thrusting it in before sliding it out, coaxing her to chase your finger with her hips as she bucks against you, the redhead able to feel you smirking against her skin.
“I want to hear you,” you mumble against her neck as you continue in your journey down her body, a desperate sigh leaving her as you enjoy watching her give you control, the power going a little to your head. “You’ve got to tell me if you want something,” you tease, lips meeting the burning skin of her shoulder, your touch driving her delirious with desire as you toy with her body in all the right ways, every brief touch sending heat between her thighs, your finger coated in her arousal.
“Detka,” she groans, a little reluctant to beg just yet, your smirk growing wider as her body shows her desperation, your mind savouring this side of her as it was rare she’d let you be so in control of her body. “I…” She trails off as your mouth ghosts over her sensitive chest, tongue flicking over her nipple tauntingly, revelling in how she arches her back into your touch, fingers tightening their grip in your hair.
“You what, love? You need to use your words for me,” your words and dominant tone makes Natasha’s composure crack, an unrestricted moan leaving her lips as she gives in to submission, your lips pressing a gentle kiss to each of her breasts, your finger continuing to tease her entrance, waiting for her to tell you what she wants.
“I need you,” she whimpers out ever so quietly, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the way your mouth kisses everywhere but where she wants you at her chest, lips peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along her soft skin. “Fuck me…Please,” she pleads, your head leaving her chest and claiming her lips passionately, your finger finally sliding into her earning a broken moan, pleasure jolting through her body.
“That’s it,” you praise as she moans into your eager mouth before you part from her mouth once again, letting the room fill with the sinful sounds that spill from her lips and the wet sound of your finger sliding into her dripping core at a torturous pace.
“Please Detka, Fuck,” she groans when you kiss lower down her body, teeth nipping at her hip bone as you slide your finger back in slowly, purposely taking your time with her as you intended to drive her mad with your touch, her eyes fluttering open and casting down to where you were, meeting your enamoured gaze as you curl your digit inside her, the redhead’s mouth parting at the feeling. “Shit, just like that, please do that again,” she practically begged as you thrust your finger back in, hitting her sweet spot perfectly while heat floods through you at the sound of her desperate voice.
“Do you need more, love?” You mumble against her skin as your mouth hovers over her intoxicating core, wanting to hear how desperate she is for you, your finger persisting with your deliberately slow pace, gradually building the pleasure within her as her hips gently rock against your hand, pleasure building at the pit of her stomach.
“Please,” is all she moans back in response, your resolve crumbling, unable to resist her anymore as your mouth licks a stripe up her core, moans escaping you both at the feeling.
Your wet and warm mouth sparks pleasure and delirium within her, her hips bucking up against you as you nuzzle your face closer, desperate to get a better taste of her heavenly arousal on your tongue, intending to show her exactly how much you love her.
The sound of her lewd moans and the taste of her on your tongue makes you lightheaded with the thought of her, addicted and constantly craving more of her as your tongue swipes through her folds, pleasure flooding through her body as you thrust your fingers into her faster, forgoing with anymore teasing as you couldn’t handle anymore, never mind her.
Her fingers tighten once again in your hair, nails scratching your scalp to create a dull pain while your hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer as you get lost within her, lips wrapping around her clit and sucking firmly as you focussed on every little reaction she offered you. You longed to forever remember the desperate moan that was ripped from the back of her throat at the way your finger curled and mouth sucked on her at the same time, the hitch of her breath as your tongue swirled around her clit, the way her body twitched as pleasure took over her, swiftly pushing her towards her release. You needed to remember it all.
Her hips soon started to roll against your mouth, coating your chin in her slick as your tongue lapped at her clit, alternating between sucking firmly and swirling your tongue around her, sinful sounds spilling from her lips as her body started to tremble in your grasp, her moans growing louder at you slide in another finger, stretching her out beautifully.
“Detka, I- Please,” are the only words that she can manage as one of her hands shoot down to grip the sheet beneath her, knuckles bleeding white whilst her other one persists in keeping your head between her thighs, needing you to push her over the edge. “Please don’t stop,” she groans as you curl both of your fingers against her sweet spot, her vision almost blurring at the overwhelming feeling of love and pleasure coursing through her body, your body desperate to watch her fall apart at your touch.
“Look at me,” you rasp out against her core, the vibrations from your words causing her hips to buck against you harder, a whimper leaving her at your tone. When her eyes stay squeezed shut due to the euphoria flooding through her, you ask her again, your tone dropping an octave to gain her attention, “Look at me, Love,” you repeat, lust and desire swirling in your eyes at you peer up at her between her legs, her body waiting for you to let it experience the wave of pleasure. When her emerald caught yours, it was like time froze for a moment, the way each swirl of green that were laced with desperation stared at you had you forgetting about everything else in the world but her. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, needed you to make her come, to fall apart in your arms. Fuck you don’t think you’d ever be able to get the sight out of your mind.
“Detka,” she moaned and you were gone at her pleading tone, a moan spilling from your lips as you curled your fingers perfectly inside her, tongue still lapping at her clit.
“Come for me,” you murmur against her, keeping your eyes on hers as you watch them roll to the back of her head momentarily, her head lolling back and showing off her defined jawline as her hips stutter against your face, body tensing. A broken moan escapes her at the amount of pleasure that floods through her, her fingers almost tearing through the sheet as she lifts it to her mouth, trying to muffle the small scream of your name as her release crashes through her.
Your lips pepper soft kisses against her inner thighs as she attempts to recover, your fingers tracing random patterns against her skin as you wait for her to look back down at you, your eyes admiring her, in awe of her beauty as she lays beneath you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
Soft pants spill from her lips as she moves her fingers in your hair, pulling you back up so you were hovering over her body, hand quickly wiping the remnants of her arousal off your lower face before kissing her softly, her arms wrapping around your body, wanting to keep you as close as possible, her red locks tickling your cheek as you press another kiss to her forehead, a soft chuckle leaving her.
“God you’re incredible,” she mutters, speaking her thoughts involuntary making you laugh as you roll onto your side, pulling her naked body into yours, wrapping the sheet back around the two of you as the fire crackles in the background, the warmth a gentle reminder of your situation, not that you minded anymore. You were with her, that’s all that mattered.
Upon feeling you smile smugly against the top of her head she moves so she’s hiding her face at the crook of your neck, rolling her eyes at your antics as she can picture the look on your face right now.
“Don’t even,” she mumbles, your body shaking a little as you try to stifle your laugh, unable to express the amount of joy that you were feeling.
“I won’t,” you whisper back, giving in this once as you didn’t want to ruin the tranquil atmosphere, her fingers travelling up and down your back soothingly, her gentle breath tickling your skin. “Thank you for distracting me earlier,” you murmur, truly grateful for her always being able to care for you, the simple act of asking you about your Christmas plans easing the worry that built inside you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you say whilst pressing a kiss to her silky locks, her smile growing at your soft words, a hint of mischief appearing on her face.
“You'd probably still be staring at that fire,” she mutters playfully, another laugh escaping you as your heart melts in your chest, your nose pressing against her hair further and relishing in the smell of her shampoo, losing yourself in the domestic moment with her.
“Shush,” you mutter out in faux annoyance, the redhead smiling against your skin and nuzzling closer to your warmth, a relaxed sigh escaping her. “Merry Christmas Nat,” you murmur after a while, the comfortable silence lulling the both of you to sleep, your arms securely wrapped around her middle, the two of you locked in a tender embrace.
“Merry Christmas Detka,” she murmurs back, kissing your skin softly, unable to comprehend the love she has for you as the snow outside continues to fall gracefully from the sky, showing no signs of stopping.
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sleepy!Tara Carpenter Headcanons
Pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: In all the times you fall asleep with Tara, she's always in your arms.
Word count: 1,7k.
Content: cursing, mentions of ghostface, fluff, slightly angst, LOTS of cuddles, sleep disorders, tara's horrible sleep habits.
A/N: Alright, I don't know who first started the headcanon of Tara sleepwalking, but thank you cause it made me think about things.
English is not my first language.
- Tara has many different facets of behavior when she's sleepy and all of them end with her acting like a clingy koala.
- Will use you as her personal pillow at every opportunity she gets, whether in quick naps or during the night. Don't even try to escape it. Head lying on your shoulder or lap, leaning against your body and completely melted in your arms.
- If she's too drunk after a party, she'll pass out on you the second you lie down and even if she's mad after a fight, she'll drag you to the bed by your wrist and put your arms around her waist, fixing you the way she wants, before crossing her arms with a frown and her back turned to you.
- It's no use tho, a few minutes later she turns around again to bury her face in your chest or neck and intertwine your legs together. A stupid argument isn't worth a bad night's sleep, even if she's still very mad at you (she’s not).
- Has frequent nightmares, but doesn't like to talk about it. Tara wakes up scared and with her heart racing and becomes extremely shy and quiet as she asks you to hold her tighter.
- She insists that her dreams don't scare her anymore, but the way she's clearly alarmed after it happens tells you enough to know that it's not true, so you just do as she asks and do your best to make sure she doesn't spend the nights alone and embarrassed of being affected by it.
- Tara often can't go back to sleep after them, so she follows you around the apartment while you stay up with her, insisting that she's not tired even though she yawns loudly while you prepare a late-night snack or put on some random show for you to watch on TV.
- Poor baby has had a lot of trouble falling asleep since Ghostface – she has practically chronic dark circles under her eyes – let alone sleeping peacefully, so when it happens, Tara sleeps like a rock. As if there could be a bang in the house and she still wouldn't wake up.
- It’s a sleepwalker and sleep talker. Tara is very restless – you've already been kicked a few times because of that. Better be prepared to be frightened a lot until you get used to it, because she won't admit that she actually does this. You don't know if she just doesn't want to admit it out of shame or if she's in denial – or maybe she's just gaslighting you for fun, who knows? Your girlfriend can be a little smartass when she wants.
- Tara says disjointed words most of the time, what she's dreaming about or conversations you've had throughout the week, topics you didn't even remember talking about but suddenly her hoarse voice wakes you up and she's mumbling about something silly that the core four did together or even full sentences that leave you simply confused.
- At first you think she’s actually talking to you and you poke her to ask what she's saying and she wakes up irritated. Girly gets so, so grumpy about you waking her up, why the hell did you do that? She was so comfortable sprawled on top of you. What is that? No, she didn't say anything. Shush.
You wake up one night with a hand too small to be another Ghostface slapping you squarely in the nose, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking around in alarm, only to find Tara in the far corner of the bed lying in a way that couldn't possibly be comfortable, one of her legs hooked into the crook of your knee.
“...the car,” she mumbled and you moved closer to hear better, confused and scratching one of your eyes to ward off the tiredness.
“What?” You ask quietly, holding back a yawn, “What you said, baby?”
Tara shifts her position, looking slightly uncomfortable, her hand almost reaching you again as she rubs her face into the pillow.
“No,” she turns again, “The blue car.”
Why does it feel like she's angry with you?
Noticing that her eyes were still tightly closed, you arch an eyebrow and lightly shake her shoulder.
“What car?” you ask when she finally opens her eyes.
“What?” Tara looks just as perplexed as you.
“The car. The blue car,” you repeat, curious, “What about that?”
She stares at you for a long moment, seeming to try to assimilate what you're saying.
“You woke me up to talk about a damn car?”
"You tell me!" You exclaim, “What’s with the blue car?”
Tara snorts in complete disbelief, adjusting herself back in your arms and choosing to ignore your confused expression. You lay there, cradling her safely and being the one without sleep this time, wondering what the hell car she was talking about.
- Sometimes she murmurs variations of 'I love you', spoken softly against the skin of your neck, so over time it stops confusing you and becomes just captivating.
- You almost have a heart attack when you see her sleepwalking for the first time, thinking that someone had broken into the apartment.
- Sam had to sit down with you and explain to you that Tara does this since they were kids, after the high scream you gave when you saw a five-foot shadow trying to open the wardrobe with unfocused eyes and failing miserably.
- You woke up the whole house – including your girlfriend – with the sound, but at least it gave you all a good laugh and a completely confused Tara cursing everyone and going back to bed.
- In defense of her and your sleep, this doesn't happen that much. These are peculiarities that occur mainly due to stress; if she has a fight with you or Sam, for example, or during college tryout season.
- It also happens because of the nightmares she has. You and Sam are convinced that this would improve if she went to therapy like her sister, but you know how stubborn your girlfriend is.
- This also becomes captivating, you no longer wake everyone up when you find her sitting at the kitchen counter writing a grocery list in the dark because she forgot to do the task during the day and kept that in mind.
- You always gently guide her back to bed and she curls up around you immediately, because as much as the 'You can't wake a sleepwalker!' thing is bullshit, it's better not to have to deal with the sad pout on her tired face when this happens.
- Tara is a BIG cuddler. Even if she doesn't stay like that all night, she has to have your body touching hers and fall asleep like that.
- She is usually the little spoon, but likes to be the big one when she is angry or feeling protective about something.
- It's comical when that happens, it's like having a little backpack clinging to you, even if you're not much taller than her, because Tara insists on trying – she never succeeds – to rest her chin on the top of your head in those days, so the difference is always stark. Girl is determined.
She's upset after a stupid party where a random guy hit on you, practically foaming at the mouth while mumbling about 'That fucking dumb bastard, how dare he?' on the way back.
Your girlfriend is still upset as you prepare for bed, even though your reassurances and soft kisses have calmed her earlier anger. Now she's just quiet, insecure.
You lie down among the sea of pillows and blankets spread out on the bed, opening your arms: “Come here, dear.”
Tara goes, but instead you feel her weight sink into the mattress behind you under the blankets, warm arms wrapping around you tightly.
She only truly relaxes when she buries her face in your hair and breathes in your scent. You feel her melt, like she can't get enough of your touch.
- Her favorite position, however, is when she is turned to you, her face buried in your neck and her body pressed against your chest, with your arms around her waist keeping her close.
- Likes to nap during the day and stay up late making movie marathons or finishing college work. Takes every chance she gets to simply rest with her head on your thighs for a few minutes.
- On those occasions when you are not with her and find her dozing on the couch, Tara will wake up for a moment, blink her eyes innocently and ask you to join her for just a few minutes. Her doe eyes can be very convincing, there's no way denying her that.
- You promise to yourself that you won't fall asleep, but you end up passing out less than 20 minutes later, with her warm body sprawled on top of you. It's like you can't help it, your girlfriend is basically a walking heater and she's so comfortable.
“Tara, I need to finish this book.”
“But baby,” she takes your hand in hers, rubbing circles into the wrist with her thumb, “Lay here with me just for five minutes. Please?”
You sigh, knowing you’ve lost immediately: “Fine, but just a little.”
- She’s not really afraid of the dark, but feels safer in a brighter place, sometimes leaving the door ajar to let a flight of the light from the hallway enter the room.
- You buy her a cute night light as a gift once and she gets angry at first, thinking you were mocking her, but over time she starts to shyly take the item out of the drawer to turn it on on days when nightmares haunt her. You keep a few extras at your dormitory too, just in case.
- She doesn't snore or breathe through her mouth – in fact Tara is very silent except for her occasional murmurs – but sometimes she breathes heavily in her chest due to her asthma. She loves it when you rub your hand up and down her back to calm her and follow her breathing, especially on days when she's feeling under the weather.
- She sleeps with as many blankets and pillows as she can fit on the bed and curls up in them like a ball – don't worry about feeling too hot, she almost always ends up monopolizing them all at some point during the night.
- Set several times to wake up in the morning, all with the same default sound because music annoys her.
- Always gets satisfied when she wakes up next to you, the sleepy smile marking the dimples in her cheeks while there is a good morning kiss waiting for you.
- In short, sleeping with Tara may have its... peculiarities, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter#scream#scream 6#jenna ortega x reader#jenna marie ortega#tara carpenter fluff#denwrites
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psychopathic but it's okay
band!au (lsfm girlies but in a band and y/n is the 6th member)
guitarist!yunjin x bassist!y/n
prompt - you and yunjin are always arguing and after one argument, the latter has had it with you
content - smut (choking, degradation, overstimulation, slapping, handcuffs, cunnilingus, fingering, tribbing, multiple orgasms, jen kinda forces you into it), angst (harsh language, toxic, arguments, yelling), fluff if you squint hard
wc - 4405
author's note at the end :)
how many times just in this week have we argued already? I can't remember.
to say yunjin and I were toxic would be an understatement. it could be something wildly insignificant, but it wouldn't matter, we would be at each other's throats.
like last week when she told me to get the receipt for the takeout I ordered with kazuha and I forgot it. more like zuha did, but obviously, it was my fault because yunjin said it was.
and throughout this entire week we had been shouting at each other. any small inconvenience or misunderstanding, you name it, we argued about it. misplacing a hairbrush, accidentally eating someone's share, taking the wrong person's keys, showing up late to a meeting or practice. it was exhausting.
I can't even recall the last peaceful moment I had with this girl. it's been months of this dreadful and perpetual conflict that seemed to emerge out of nowhere, but it made me resent her in a way that I hated her guts.
I absolutely despise the way she thinks, her cocky attitude, her nonchalant responses, her dismissive demeanor, she drives me fucking insane.
which leads me to this moment, yelling at each other because she's playing ahead of the band.
"jen, play slower. you're fucking 2 seconds ahead of everyone else," I grumble, frustrated.
"oh whatever y/n, you try playing this shit. all you do is play the same bass line for 3 minutes straight," yunjin rolls her eyes back at me.
I close my eyes and bite my tongue, not wanting it to escalate, especially with the members around, "just play slower."
somehow, we moved on and all continued to practice. but this asshole never fixed her timing issue.
"yunjin, play slower!" I interrupt our practice again to yell at the girl.
she snaps her head at me, "fuck you y/n! I'm literally trying."
"but you're not though? because how are you still fucking off beat when we've been practicing this shit for weeks?!"
"oh my god, give me a break. you're so stuck up, sorry if I don't practice till the break of dawn everyday like you do. unlike you, I actually have a life, I don't have time to be a bratty perfectionist like you."
out of the corner of my eye, I see our youngest eunchae start to wanna speak up, but our leader chaewon stopping her from trying. with that, all the girls leave the room quietly as my blood boils at the words the raven-haired girl is throwing at me.
"I'm fucking stuck up? imagine having a career, THE dream job, and not even trying. you act like I don't have a goddamn life either jen, it's not my fault that I'm not lazy like you are."
the taller girl slings the guitar off her shoulder and aggressively puts it down before stomping up to me.
"I don't wanna hear your bossy mouth utter another word about my work ethic bitch. you're only so fussy about this because you don't have anything else in your life to look forward to."
"your sorry excuses are no use anymore yunjin. stop acting like you're the best when you're no better than an amateur, you're literally only here because there was no one else."
"did you want that to sting? sorry princess but that only works if it's the truth, we both know you all need me here. without me, you're nothing."
I clutch the strap of my bass and swing it off my body, immediately grabbing the collar of yunjin's shirt and pushing her back into the keyboard piano, making the stand shake.
"listen to me and listen fucking well. I can make you leave the band and you can act like it doesn't matter to you but I know you'll be devastated. I know you're just a scared little girl, too intimidated by the outside world to actually quit. you may not be scared of me which is why you don't try, but I'm exhausted of you trying to have power over me when you're just a weak sorry bitch who your parents are ashamed to care for anymore."
I struck it where it hurts because not only did I not care about if she would loathe me for my words, but I wanted it to.
suddenly, I'm being manhandled until my back falls against the couch in our practice room, yunjin's weight pressing me down. my hands struggle to push her off and break free, but her stronger grip grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head against the arm rest of the sofa.
"fuck off of me jen!" I yell at her, body wriggling under her own.
her free hand suddenly takes hold of my neck and squeezes, forcing my throat to let out a struggled squeak and breath.
"shut the fuck up whore! I'm so tired of your yapping!" the girl above me growls and tightens her hold on both my wrists and neck.
I look up at her with fear growing in my eyes, and I can see the pure rage on her face. I'm incapable of moving my arms and hands free of her iron grip, and it steadily gets harder to breathe as I feel her nails, though short, dig into my skin.
"you're insufferable. you think I'm a weak sorry bitch with no power over you, huh? let me remind you otherwise since you're too braindead to remember how strong I am."
yunjin's gaze is wild. the fire in her eyes has no sign of calming and the clench in her jaw as she lowers her face towards mine doesn't release any tension. but as she nears herself and comes unfathomably close, there's no denying the lust that clouds her dilated pupils.
as my breathing becomes impossible and I get lightheaded, my senses increase and I can hear my own heart pounding in my ears. I can also hear her shaky breath and feel it reach my face. her knee in between my thighs presses against my core and I release a choked whimper.
"I'm gonna treat you like my own sex toy and you're gonna want me to fuck your brains out after I lay waste to your body. you are gonna be my fuck doll and you're gonna love every second of it, you hear me? dirty little slut."
I'm simultaneously terrified of the intensity and escalation of the situation, but I'm also unbelievably horny at this point. the ache in between my legs grows hot and I feel it start to throb with the way her knee digs deeper into my core.
"I can't..." I manage to choke out, pleading with the darting of my eyes focusing on her face and between her intense glare.
yunjin eventually releases tension on my throat, and I can breathe again, oxygen slowly enabling itself to run through my lungs again. the lustful stare never wavers, however, and both of our gazes are fixed on each other's eyes.
"I don't care if you can't take it, I'm gonna make you."
with that, she moves her hand, once choking my neck, and grasps around it, fingers clutching my nape, her head diving in to begin leaving sloppy kisses trailing my jaw downwards. the pressure on my airways is gone, but my breath still stops in my throat as her mouth kisses, sucks, and bites harshly at my neck.
"w-wait... don't do t-that..." I stutter, telling her to slow down or stop.
"shut the fuck up." she growls aggressively against my ear, "I'm gonna have you however I want."
there's no room for protest as I feel the hand on my neck trail down my collarbone and between my breasts, her finger circling around my right boob and going inwards, finally pinching the nipple at the middle.
"nghh.." the noise in my throat releases on its own.
"my little slut, so easy to use. why else wouldn't you wear a bra under such a mesh shirt? you wanted this so bad, didn't you?"
the treatment of my boobs and nipples harshens as she's suddenly slapping her hand against them, watching as they jiggle under my thin shirt. I yelp out in pain, still feeling my core rush with wetness.
"you're wearing too much," yunjin scoffs.
her hand pops open all the buttons of my shirt and fingers return to harassing my hard buds. my body struggles under her again as her tongue drags along my neck and across my collarbone, the sharp bites of her teeth occasionally making me tug at the harsh grip at my wrists again.
the noises of her mouth on my skin are so wet, I can even hear her heavy breathing and small moans escape, intensifying the pleasure building in my lower stomach. I can't help but release a deep groan at one of my abused nipples being enveloped by her needy mouth.
"f-fuck.. no, s-stop- ahhhh..." I try to get out.
my words are drowned out by the sounds of my whimpers growing louder and the slurping of my tit in her mouth. my eyes struggle to keep open, watching her tongue flick around my bud, yunjin switching to my other boob, repeating everything all the same.
"can you stop moving? god, I'm doing something here and your flailing is infuriating." she let's out a frustrated huff before detaching completely from my body, reaching for something underneath the couch.
my hands are free for a second before I feel cold steel capture my wrists, cuffing them together and securing them on a pipe against the wall.
"so much better." she states satisfied before bringing both her hands to slap both of the sides of my boobs.
I let out an unstable shout at the stinging pain that followed, and it only continued as she grasped at my chest with both hands and kneads at them needily.
"jen... please, ahhh.." I whimper out.
"huh? what was that y/n? you need to speak up for me." she continues her abuse on my tits as my eyes water.
"it hurts..." I manage.
"oh is that so? too bad I don't really care. after all, if I were weak, it wouldn't hurt so much right?" yunjin says in a mocking tone.
her hands become aggressive, dragging themselves down my body and grasping hard at my waist, squeezing my thighs, before landing a harsh slap on my ass, one side, then the next.
"yunjin ah! please! fuck, it hurts..."
"a powerless little girl like me shouldn't be able to harm you, right y/n-ie?"
fuck you huh yunjin.
my eyes are still squeezed shut as I feel her start to unbuckle my pants and zip them down, taking my jeans off of me. my core is absolutely throbbing with desire, panties soaked.
she places a finger at the hem of my underwear, dragging the digit down, trailing my mound, to my aching clit, through my leaking entrance, then pinching the material and letting it snap back into place, warranting a shiver down my spine at the feeling.
"I should've known a whore like you would be drenched after all that. you kick and whine about how much it hurts but look at how much you fucking love it."
it's hard to argue with her when the anticipation to feel her relieve my desire grows stronger the more she messes with me.
"don't worry darling, I'll ruin you perfectly."
I feel my panties get pushed to the side before a hot and wet muscle is felt at the base of my entrance trailing up slowly, until there's a hard suck at my bundle of nerves.
"fuckkkkk ahhhh!!!" I let out an involuntary scream at the feeling.
god it feels so good, my eyes squeezed shut as her onslaught of eating me out continues, hard and fast. she bends my knees and forces my legs apart, holding my thighs so she has free reign of my pussy.
"mmm, it's in the way," I hear her mumble before a loud tear is heard, assumedly from my panties.
I could care less when she sucks hard with her mouth over both my clit and hole, tongue darting between circling my bundle of nerves and digging into my pussy. I tug hard at my restraints, wanting so badly to grasp her luscious dark hair and push her into me.
my hips move on their own, trying to grind against her mouth, but they fail when yunjin's hands push my thighs apart again and she wraps her arms around them, hands on my waist. I force my eyes open and look down at her, what a sight.
her eyes are closed, and she looks peaceful. so unlike the rapid and desperate licking, sucking, and moaning coming out of her sinful mouth. the grip on my waist is firm but so gentle, her thumbs rubbing softly against my skin. she only takes a hand off of my waist to run fingers through her hair, pushing it back to have all the room she needs to indulge in my waterfall. yunjin definitely craved this more than me.
moans continued to slip out of my mouth, fueling her on.
"you're so delicious, this pussy is mine," I feel her mumble against my lips though still audible.
"fuck me jen, more more more, ahhh, yes, keep going just like that, oh my god!!!"
I was about to shut my eyes again until she looked up at me. through half lidded eyes, it almost looked like they were completely black, pupils so blown it was hard to tell if she was human. the desire was so fiery in her eyes and looking up at me only drew her in further, digging her face into my pussy.
her tongue dug impossibly deep into my hole, flicking wildly inside of me, making me arch my back in immense pleasure. her nose rubbing against my hot clit contributed to the build up of my impending climax.
the hold on my waist tightened, securing my hips down to the sofa, her eyes closed again as I shut my own as well, the noises coming from a mixture of my leaking pussy and her lewd slurping were indescribably orgasmic, the desperate moaning slipping from both of our mouths were borderline embarrassing if it weren't for our soundproof walls covering the sounds of sin.
"jennifer oh my god fuck fuck please, shit. b-baby... I'm, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum sosososo hard..." I rambled.
I heard as I continued to incoherently mumble anything that came to mind as I felt her grip on my waist start to hurt, nails digging into my skin, making my lower half impossible to move.
"give me your cum now, let me drink you," yunjin says with the sexiest most raspy voice I've heard from her.
a low moan from deep in her throat against my pussy vibrates against my clit, her tongue thrusting into my hole repeatedly at insane speeds. it was so overwhelming and more than enough to launch me over the edge.
my vision disappeared, my body shook viscerally, my mouth fell open and loud screaming came out of it as I orgasmed with so much pleasure. I felt my pussy gush cum into yunjin's expectant mouth, her tongue continuing to flail in me. I struggle hard against the restraints still, feeling my wrists sting with every tug. I can't think straight, my body shaking with every wave of pleasure that runs through me.
I fall limp, my head shaking left to right and mumbles coming out of my mouth. yunjin calms her pace and gives kitten licks up and down my slit, lapping up any other juices I released that she missed. her grip on my waist loosens, and they caress my sides carefully. she makes her way up to meet my face, planting abnormally soft kisses in her wake, her hands softly caressing my red skin. all the slap markings, all the bites, all the hickies, all the nail marks, spots red, spots bloody, her touch eases the pain.
"y/n..." she whispers against my ear, making me shiver.
I can't even open my eyes as the exhaustion hits me hard. I hear her mess with the pipe and cuffs around my wrists before I feel my hands fall against the arm rest again, freeing my arms finally. yunjin picks both of them up and places gentle pecks all around both wrists, slowly spreading her comfort across my entire body.
"jen..." a croak somehow comes out of my mouth.
"baby..." her voice, gentle...
"are you okay angel?" she whispers loud enough for me to hear.
my heart stops beating but resumes at the speed of sound after a moment.
I can't respond, and so she comes closer to my face and cups my cheek with a careful hand, intently observing my expression and condition. I feel her thumb softly caress my bottom lip and her stare fall onto my slightly open mouth.
"I.. I'm..." I can't form another word as the exhaustion catches up and my eyes fall shut.
every other sense of mine is alert, I'm still fully conscious, but my eyes refuse to open, they simply can't. I feel yunjin come closer to me then suddenly small kisses tracing my jaw, lips against my ear.
"you can rest y/n-ie, I'll do the rest."
wait, what?
her hand that was once on my face trails down my body, tracing over all the marks again, before her slender fingers slip between my folds, causing my entire body to jolt.
"jen?!" I shriek out, my hands flying to grip her arms.
"shhh, just relax. I told you already, you're just my little sex toy, I need to get my usage out of you."
fuck, I should've known she was feigning generosity.
I had no time to respond as after gathering enough of my cum from my last orgasm, yunjin swiftly slips two fingers into my tired cunt.
"FUCK!" I scream out.
my body reacts on its own, shaking against her warm body leaning against me.
"you've got another one in you, don't you?"
her pace picks up quickly, my pussy burning at the speed. suddenly, her thumb rubs harshly against my overstimulated clit, causing me to cry out.
"t-too much! please!" I sob into her shoulder.
yunjin's body hovers over mine, holding me close. one of my hands gripping her arm pumping in and out of me, the other clutching the back of her shirt, my face wet with tears flowing in her shoulder, melting into her neck.
"you should've thought about that before you talked shit huh?"
"I- I can't!"
"I already told you I don't fucking care y/n, how many times do I have to say it?"
I feel my own tears stain the taller girl's shirt as her fingers ram into my abused hole over and over again, pulling out all the way just to slam back into me again. I scream intensely when a third finger is added, immediately hitting that euphoric spot inside.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant between every pump of her swift fingers.
"you truly make the perfect little cum slut don't you?"
"jen, ah, ah, ah, please, fuck..."
"what is it baby? feel it coming again?"
I moan out an incomprehensible 'yes' in response, to which I feel yunjin smile against my forehead, planting a sweet peck.
"beg me angel, beg me to keep fucking you until you cum."
my eyes roll back into my head, tears still spilling out and hands gripping for dear life. even if I wanted to beg, I don't think I'm physically capable.
her fingers still inside of me, stopping her movement on my pussy entirely, even on my clit. I whine loudly in response, legs shaking and grip tightening on her.
"no no please yunjin, I- I need you, I need you to keep fucking me. I need to finish, I need your fingers, I'm so close jinny, please please, god please let me cum. I can't, I can't take it, it hurts, it hurts so bad, jen oh god please, don't fucking stop. I need you to keep going, please don't stop now, please please jen-"
my rambling is interrupted by her fingers pounding into my cunt once again, with impossible speed, making my throat strain with another uncontrollable scream of pleasure.
"let it go, give it to me y/n. I want to feel it gush around me again, I need to feel your body fall apart."
and just as quickly as it started, it ended. an explosion of euphoria ripples through me again, I feel goosebumps form on my skin as I moan deafeningly, my fingers sinking into yunjin's body and holding on for dear life. her fingers continue to get sucked into me, clenching hard onto her long digits as she rubs my clit still.
"yes, that's my girl, give it all to me."
my body is shaking, with every subtle touch yunjin does to me, it reacts. my mouth stays open as I can feel the saliva drool out, my eyes barely open but it's no use, it's not like I can see anything clearly.
"your body is just meant for this y/n, I was right. my perfect little angel, the best fuck doll for me."
her fingers slip out of me and I grunt at the loss of fullness. out of the very small field of view I have, I watch as she sucks the juices off her fingers, closing her eyes and savoring the flavor, licking up each of them one by one.
"you're doing so well, but baby..." she leans in and mumbles against my lips, "give me one more."
there's no room for resistance as she moves to get into position. what a menace huh yunjin is. she already knows I'm fucked out of my mind that I'm physically incapable of doing anything. I've always been really sensitive and she's using that weakness against me ten fold.
I try my best to pay attention to what she's doing, watching as she slides her shorts and panties down her legs, the two articles of clothing absolutely soaked. she gets on top of me again and lifts one of my legs up, wrapping it around her waist, her straddling my pussy with her own, interlocking our legs.
"it's finally my turn. fuckkk..."
she moans out as she starts to grind her pussy against mine. every thrust makes my body jolt with overstimulation, I don't know how to take it anymore.
however, watching huh yunjin roll her hips against me, her hands placing my own on her waist, watching as she throws her head back and sweat drips down her long neck, my pleasure grows again. the woman looks ethereal riding me, using my body to get off, it's unreal how delectable watching her fuck me is.
"f-faster, h-harder, jen..." both of us look surprised when I manage to speak.
a sinister smirk crawls and spreads across the aforementioned woman's face, hands on my thighs tapping in approval, "of course darling, who am I to deny?"
and so she fucks me harder, so much harder. so much fucking faster. I immediately see stars and the squelching lewd noises of our sopping cunts fill my ears, accompanied by the pornographic moans from both of us. I feel the rhythmic pattern of yunjin's hips rolling against me with my hands on her waist.
I pull her forward against me, thrusting my own hips up into her, gaining leverage and screaming out in pleasure as our clits bump repeatedly because of this.
"fuck y/n! you're so good at this, don't... don't you dare give out on me right now, you feel too fucking incredible."
the girl above me has her head down facing my own, eyes screwed shut, face scrunched up looking focused, mouth hanging open. one of my hands feel up her body, trailing up her covered front and grazing her nipples, eliciting a groan to come from her throat. my hand cups her cheek and pulls her closer to my face, making her open her eyes and make eye contact with me.
we stare straight into each others' eyes, observing the expressions on our faces, memorizing the view forever. I hate this girl so much, I hate her with my entire being, but she's beautiful, she's goddess-like, and she's absolutely perfect in my trembling hands, looking into my eyes like I'm the only one in her world.
yunjin leans in to finally kiss me, plump and soft lips roughly clashing against my own. I desperately chase to reciprocate the passion she pushes into my mouth, forcing my tongue into her and ramming it down her throat, making her moan out. her mouth feels like heaven on earth as I melt into her delicious strawberry flavored lips, tongue and her saliva tasting like all the cum she sucked out of my cunt just moments prior.
her thrusts become sloppy and I feel my hole start to clench around nothing as we moan into each others' mouth.
"cum with me love, cum with me, please baby, I need you." her voice shaky and sounding vulnerable.
I open my eyes one last time to look up at her, eyes getting watery too. I take her bottom lip into my mouth and pull away with my teeth, letting it go with a pop.
"I'm cumming love, I'm cumming..." I warn her.
I pull her into me and hug her, embracing her tightly as she painfully grips my thighs, stilling her hips and feeling her warmth leak all over my pussy. I moan along with her, screaming out in blinding pleasure, my heat flooding both of our thighs and running down my legs, onto the couch under.
she collapses on top of me, her entire body weight covering me completely. I snuggle my face into her neck, placing soft kisses around every area I could reach.
"are you okay?" I ask softly into her ear.
I'm met with no response but soft breathing near my ear. I peer over to look at her face and she's out cold.
I giggle softly at the gorgeous woman sprawled out on top of me, legs intertwined, cum running down our legs, her lips bruised and red.
"I think I won this argument jennifer."
a/n - i'm just realizing that this barely had any actual band dynamics or anything and that makes me sad bc i love that shit so much. sob, oh well maybe another time (part???). my first idea for this concept was slow down by chase atlantic but then i switched it bc i feel like i could write a better plot for the lyric i orginally chose so stay tuned mayhaps in the future. anyways, hiiiii first post pls don't bully me tumblr is foreign land to me but writing is not though I haven't written in months 😙 enjoy first fic w my actual gf (like actually fr fr huh yunjin is my gf she proofread this-)
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HEYYYY IM HONESTLY SO FUCKING EXCITED WHAT DO YOU THINK ABT THESE HEADCANONS bc i wanted to do smth like for a while i just never could come up with anything but its easy in a sense sooo here you gooou
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• I don't think his mommy issues are necessarily sexual, sometimes you would do something that would invoke that "motherly" "safe" or "warm" feeling inside of him. He would never be able to understand what it was or would tell anyone about it. It'd be one of the reasons why he'd care for you as much as he did. You'd make him feel safe by saying something or embracing your arms around him in a certain way which would make him commemorate his mother, though because his mom died when he was young, he wouldn't be able to understand it at all bc he doesn't consciously remember those moments with her. This man fr would think you'd cast a spell on him :D
• I just know this man is a feminist in the core. Growing up, he'd always hear Merle running his mouth about women and how they were like this and they were like that, overall his ignorant, blunt, dumb thoughts about women. He would witness his dad going off on benders with different women each time and how he'd vulgarly talk about them later. And hell maybe he's disrespected women or been really cruel to them but he still regrets it to this time and yeah we all know this man suffers in redemption, always trying to make up for his past mistakes and wrongs. Yet I'm %100 sure he loves seeing women thrive, turning into their best selves or just witness them be real badass and it might even give him some kind of arousal 👀👀. He is into that shit. I said what I said.
• One of his love languages is definitely showing you the places he'd used to spend his time in. Could be a special spot in the woods, could be a small cabin he'd used to get lit with people. Hell it could be random corner in town whenever you'd have to be in downtown for various reasons. He wouldn't even mind if those places brought him bad memories or unpleasant ones. He'd just like being there with you, doing whole ass story times and watch you react them with a wide-eyed expression. He did have a weird and a "crazy" life before the fall that'd make him feel like he was on mushrooms everytime just thinking about it. He'd love letting you know more and more about his past. It would just give him a reassuring feeling deep down. He would feel like it would bound you two together.
• That.man.has.a.sweet.tooth. He loves anything that has sugar. He'd always snack on candies or cookies or chocolates after a hangover. Or when he'd be on drugs. Sugar wakes him the fuck up and he loves the energy boost. He'd carry some candies in his pocket back in the day, eating them throughout the day when he'd feel his blood sugar dropping.
• He is definitely a car-date type of guy. He got more into it after the apocalpyse started and he met you. Sometimes you'd go on runs and you could sit in the car for hours, smoking, eating, talking or yk👀👀 if supplies you found weren't an emergency need. He absolutely savored those moments. You could sit for hours without speaking, in a complete silence. He appreciates quietude.
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• I know him having a breeding kink is well known and acknowledged but he's insane about it that it hurts. He loves seeing you all squirmed and whiny underneath him with all his cum inside of you, some of it dripping down your thighs. You couldn't always find the right pills for unplanned pregnancy risk and it WOULD drive him crazy to not be able to it.
• He just loves to see you messy beneath him. Hair all tangled, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Your fingers digging so deep on his shoulders that you'd cause his broad shoulders to bleed sometimes, he loved it. Your eyes are all glossy with pleasure. You both would love to go wild and leave sloppy kisses on eachother's bodies and wouldn't mind them drying on your bodies at all, leaving it all sticky.
• He loves being submissive as much as he loves being dominant. You can't convince me otherwise. If you gained his trust, he will be all yours, all needy beneath you while you ride his soul out of his damn body. Again, he adores a badass woman, a woman to take the lead. You would place your hands on his chest and sometimes hold his strong large biceps and he wouldn't dare to move an inch. He liked being vulnerable like that.
• He is just so patient it physically throws you over the edge. He'd get so close making you cum and he'd stop, teasing you with his tip or fingers or sometimes his tongue. He'd smirk at you and even make fun of you in a taunting way to overstimulate you and don't worry he'd make up for it with better ways. He knows what he is doing. It's just come natural to him.
• It's safe to say you are the one who teases him in the public most of the time, your feet tracing his legs up until it stops on his bulge under the table and he'd give a stern stare, trying to shrug and look indifferent as others would notice his suddenly-changing demenour. However, there'd be boring Alexandria dinners that Deanna would host and if you sat next to eachother, he'd place his large hand on your thigh and even dare to slip a finger on the fabric of your panties, starting to rub his middle finger harshly in circles while having full ass conversations with people and try to hide his subtle smirk bearing his face. He would do it rarely yet he'd be so good at it because no one would suspect a thing, he'd always make it look like he was resting his arm on your lap. You'd squirm under his warm touch and heat waves would wash all over you while trying to look normal as ever. And believe me, after those nights, when you'd confront about him about what he did at a dinner with 20 people, he'd act as if he doesn't understand a thing you're saying or would say "Don' kno' what yer talkin' 'bout." while shrugging his shoulders and turning to his side with a wicked grin.
FOOTNOTE
well this actually took shorter than i thought idk why i believed it would take me couple of days to finish one lmao i deadass wrote this in like an hour max ???? anyway i wish there were more but idc i was so impatient to post one of theseeee :)))
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hsr characters and their love languages! ♡
featuring: natasha, welt yang, asta & sampo x gn!reader.
summary: hsr characters and their favorite love language with their partner! <3
warnings: spoilers about natasha if you are a beginner, and spoilers about welt yang.
a/n: hi there everybody!! this is my first official work here on tumblr and to say that i am nervous is such an understatement bc I AM SO SCARED HAHAHA. please be mindful throughout this post that i am not caught up with the game, and am not completely knowledgeable about hi3 or hsr lore. i'm pretty confident that almost all of the characters are in-character, sampo is really the only one i'm unsure of, so apologies in advance. i wanted to give natasha a break bc man she deserves one udbfoein. not proofread btw so have mercy on me for grammatical errors. i may or may not make different parts of this or make platonic/familial versions of how the characters would show their love for their friends/family, so if anyone is interested in that, please let me know!! this is also my first time doing a post like this so please be kind. ;; i'm excited to hopefully make new friends from this!! enjoy all of the fluff! <3
date started: 7:38PM, april 6th, 2024.
date finished: 1:56AM. april 8th, 2024.
wc: 2.2k
natasha ♡ quality time.
natasha is always up on her feet, tirelessly working to tend to her patients and taking care of any necessities around the underworld. it is very rare that this woman is able to get a moment's rest, and as the leader of wildfire, she feels as though she cannot show weakness. she has to set an example for all of the children that she takes care of, and all of the underworld's citizens. if she falters, then they will start to worry and panic. she cannot have that. as stressful as her day-to-day life can be, she is incredibly grateful that she is able to help so many people. she loves to tend to the sick and carry out her duties so that she can guide her people to a better future.
however, when it comes to you, she feels as though she can let her guard down, when all of the children are asleep, and all of her duties for the day are done. she flops down onto your shared bed and softly sighs. you would lay by her side, her eyes closed, but she is content knowing that you are close to her. the nights that the two of you spend together are the nights where she feels most at peace. they are one of the moments that she holds of most importance, for they are the moments where she remembers that she is just oh so lucky to have you. whether if it's snuggling in bed together, which she thoroughly enjoys because she gets to snuggle up into your chest and relax, or sharing a meal, what is most important to her is that it is your time together to spend however you wish.
she feels like she can breathe with you near her; you soothe her in ways that no ordinary person could. there is something about your presence that causes every muscle in her body to ease, and she cannot help but smile whenever she sees you. there isn't much time for date nights given her positions, and you working alongside oleg as acting leader surely makes everything much harder, but you two try to make time for nice outings whenever you can because you both love going out to do things together.
to her, it doesn't even matter if you go out to do something. even if the two of you aren't doing anything together. she is just happy with you reading next to her while she's practicing stitching up her teddy bear. or when she's reading through paperwork and you're reorganizing some of the shelves and drawers around the clinic. being in your presence is all she needs in order to feel loved by you.
welt yang ♡ acts of service.
admittedly, welt is quite the romantic. there has always been a part of him that has been fond of the idea of finding someone right for him in this dimension. he never really made a priority for it, he never actively seeked out a partner. it has always been something that every once in a while, he would think of and smile about. it is a very small, personal part of him, but part of him nevertheless. and it blossomed to life when he met you. the part of him that wanted a person to spoil, to care for and to make their every wish came true really came to light.
anytime you say you want or need something, you better believe that he offers to grab it for you. not to say that he doesn't believe that you aren't capable of doing things for yourself; he just likes offering and if you accept, taking out those tasks for you. you want a drink or something to eat? what would you like? he'll get it for you. you're about to enter/exit any building? he's rushing ahead of you to open the door for you. something hurts? where? he'll give you a massage. your room is dirty and you need to clean it? with your permission, he will clean and organize it for you just the way you like it. he'll make sure to put things where he knows you're going to remember them too. you've been feeling down recently? he puts sticky-notes on the bathroom mirror for you to remind you how wonderful you are and how much he loves you. and it is guaranteed that when if you are dating welt, that he has drawings in his sketchbook filled with you. he loves every single detail of you, and wants to commit them all to memory. he even made characters for one of his personal animation projects based off of you and him. when he showed them to you to see your reaction, and to gain your approval to have them in the first place, you were smitten and he received many, many kisses to the face.
welt absolutely worships the ground that you walk on. wherever you are, he always makes sure that you are comfortable, happy, healthy and safe. he does everything in his power to take care of you, even though he knows that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. he firmly believes in "actions speak louder than words". he likes to show his dedication and love for you through his actions. he reminds you every single day through his actions just why you fell for him, and he reminds you everyday how much he loves you. he will continue to do so, until the multiverse falls apart.
asta ♡ words of affirmation.
originally i was going to say that her love language is gift giving, seeing as she has so much money, she wants to be able to give as much as she can. she gives money to the space station to help with repairs, so why wouldn't she want to spoil the heck out of you?! however, upon taking a little peak at her lore, she is actually insecure about her riches. i feel as though she wouldn't want you to think that she's some snobby bigshot just because she has a wealthy family, so while she would get gifts for you, she would worry about what exactly she got and how much of it costed, and what you would possibly think of her if you got something that was deemed "too expensive" by society. she doesn't want you to think less of her. so, after looking at the five primary love languages, my next thought was words of affirmation.
asta seems like the type of girlfriend to enjoy both receiving and giving reassurance, kind words and compliments. in her times of stress, what she really needs is for you to put your hand on her shoulder and tell her that she'll figure everything out and that it will be okay. she looks to you with worried eyes, placing her hand over yours. she wouldn't say a word, her eyes tell you what she wants to say. "how can you be so sure? what if i don't figure this out? what if i get kicked off of the space station? what if-" a thousand thoughts run through her head at all times, and when she's stressed, the volume cranks up to one-hundred. it is only with you telling her that it'll be alright, and that you will be by her side the entire time that she is able to feel more at ease. your words mean everything to her.
she also loves to give reassurance. when you are feeling worried or anxious, she is quick to hop in and listen to whatever may be troubling you. she always tells you that it will all work out, and that she is always going to be there for you. she will never leave your side, she says, and she loves you with every ounce of her heart. she also wraps you up in compliments; when you change up your appearance somehow, whether if it's from clothes, hair, make-up or other changes, she will always point it out to you and tell you that she thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the whole world. or, when the two of you are laying together at night, she will tell you just how good of a heart you have. she will tell you how proud she is of you and of the progress that you have made since she first met you. she will tell you just how enthralled she is with you, and how you make her heart want to squeeze and stop in her chest. she will tell you exactly how she feels about you, and it is overwhelmingly lovely, because you know that every word she speaks, she means it from the bottom of her heart. and in turn, you try your best to do the same when you can. she is always grateful to hear your words of praise and adoration for her, even if it's something small. a simple "i'm here for you" will make her happy, because she knows that you mean what you say. gosh, she just loves you so much that she doesn't know how to handle it. your love is genuine, true and real, and speaking of that love to each other makes asta feel like she's floating in a cloud's soft embrace.
sampo koski ♡ gift receiving.
when it comes to showing his affection for you, he is always buying you things whenever he can. jumping from job to job all of the time can lead to strain with his finances, but he is able to make good money often enough to the point where he is able to buy nice gifts for you. he has become used to taking things from people without thinking twice, so when you first started dating, he gave you stolen things. buuuttt you were very unhappy about it; not because of the gift itself, but because of the fact that he stole it. so you told him very firmly that you would not accept anything that he stole. he respected your wishes, of course, and started to buy you things ethically.
receiving gifts became a regular thing for you. sampo would come home after a long day of working around belobog, hand you whatever little trinket he managed to get his handa on and say, "for you, baby~". you are always grateful for everything that he gives you, and one day, you thought to return the favor. so, while you were out and about one day, you saw a really cute pin of a puppy. when you saw it, it automatically made you think of sampo. so, you bought it, and planned to give it to him when he came home that night.
when nighttime rolled around, he busted the doors open and called, "HONEYYY, IIIII'M HOOOOOOME!!~" in a silly way before laughing to himself and taking his shoes off. you rush up to him, the man opening his arms for you as you hop up to hug him. you share a kiss, then move back out of his arms with a little grin on your face. he noticed the look and asked what was up, then you told him that you had a gift for him. he was caught off-guard, admittedly, as he didn't expect such a pleasant surprise. he tried to act humbly at first, telling you that you didn't need to do that for lil ol' sampo! he's the one that supposed to be spoiling you, after all! but you shut that down immediately and insisted that he takes your gift. he couldn't say no to how excited you looked to give him something, he asked what it was, and you told him to close his eyes. he did, and when he opened them, there it was! in your hands was the cutest little puppy pin he has ever seen in his life.
he took a moment to speak or move as his usual cocky attitude melted away. his eyes became glossy and his lip started to tremble. he was so touched by the fact that you were thinking of him so much that you got him a gift. you asked if he was okay, as he never cried around you before, and he quickly wiped his nose and eyes on his sleeve and sniffled. he assured you that he was okay before taking the pin from you and cooing about how cute it was. seriously, it was so freaking adorable, how did you even get your hands on this??? he asked why you chose it for him, and when you told him that it looked like him, he caved and gave you a bone-crushing hug. his sobs were quiet and he sniffled. the idea of you seeing such an adorable little treasure and thinking that you wanted, no, you needed to get it for him just makes his heart crumble in the best way possible. needless to say, he wears that pin everywhere he goes and never takes it off. it is on him at all times, as are all of the other wearable gifts that you got for him after that. he cherishes every single thing that you give him, and he wants to be able to show you that no matter how big or small it is, he will love it forever. just as he will love you.
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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 & 𝓐𝓻𝓰𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼
jenna ortega x g!poc
summary: two months go by after the premiere of Scream 6. after not speaking for a month, Jenna finds you and has some intense news to share.
warnings: mature language, angst, fluff, mentions abortion
a/n: I'M NOT SCARED OF LIONS, AND TIGERS, AND BEARS...oh and I totally forgot that the Met was May 1 sooooo pretend it was a little bit later in the month. 3.7k words
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MAY 2023
Life has certainly skyrocketed for you after you released your vlog of the Scream 6 red carpet premiere. Everyone loved the funny moments between you and Davis and the cast appearances. The fans also noticed the interaction between you and Jenna, which blew up. You gained a lot more followers, going from 16.6k to almost 50k in a couple of weeks.
It was a tad bit overwhelming, having more eyes on you but it’s what you signed up for. You just had to adjust.
“Chat, I got word that my special package is coming soon for the stream. I’m mad excited to show y’all this shit” You beamed.
You sat back in your gaming chair wearing black basketball shorts and a black tank top. You had your reading glasses on because you were blind as fuck. You just finished playing the new season of Call of Duty and now you were talking to your chat for the last hour of your stream.
Lately, you’ve noticed that you've lost focus a little bit. Ever since that night with Jenna, it replayed on your mind over and over again. The way her lips felt against yours, the sounds she let out when you pleasured her, and her beautiful body.
You hate to admit it but you were starting to feel the actress. You’ve had your fair share of women, some that were relationships and some that were just for fun. But you never felt this way about a girl before and it kinda scared you.
“When are you releasing new music? Whenever I can find studio time. On some real shit chat, I’ve been writing a lot more lately and I really wanna hit up the studio so anyone that can squeeze me in, DM me please” You spoke to chat.
It didn’t help that Jenna stopped contacting you after a month and some change. You haven’t gotten any DMs, texts, or FaceTime calls in weeks. At first, you figured she was busy doing her job and she didn’t have any time to talk. A quick little text would be enough though.
But you had to remember that y’all are not together. No use of crying over spilled milk. Davis was upset when you told him.
You stupid motherfucker - again his exact words.
“I haven’t looked at my Reddit in a minute, let’s see what’s happening there,” You said and clicked to Reddit.
The first thing that popped up was a picture of you and Jenna at the restaurant. The caption said, “not Jah tryna rizz up MY WIFE!?!?”
You continued to scroll through the Reddit seeing nothing but edits of you at the premiere. There were some edits and pictures of you and Jenna with outrageous captions which made you laugh. You continued scrolling through and interacting with chat for the last fifteen minutes before getting off for the night.
Now you are bored and hungry. You threw on your slides and grabbed your accessories before leaving the apartment. You were craving a baconeggandcheese on an everything bagel from the bodega around the corner.
( your outfit ^ )
You got to the bodega and ordered your sandwich, grabbed a soda, and some snacks for the rest of the night. About five minutes later, your sandwich was done. You bid goodbye to everyone in the store including the cat at the register before heading back towards your apartment. However, the loud sound of a horn can be heard throughout the night air. You ignored it, thinking it was not for you, and kept walking. But the horn sounded again and a heavy-tinted black SUV pulled up next to you. You were on guard now, you thought you were about to either get got or robbed. You freed your left hand just in case, you had to pull out the tool. But then the back passenger side window rolled down and a familiar face was seen.
“Yo Hollywood, word to you was about to get got. Why you roll up on me like that?” You questioned as you relaxed seeing her face.
“We beeped the horn twice to get your attention” Jenna replied.
“This is New York, car horns are heard every second and can mean various things. We beep and shout out the window here” You joked.
A small smile appeared on her face for a second before she turned to someone in the vehicle with her.
“I need to talk to you…it’s important” She mumbled loud enough for me to hear.
“Nah I ain’t getting in shit. You ghost me for a month and then roll up on me like this. How did you find me anyway?” You questioned.
“Davis…I called him. It took a while for him to tell me where you lived but after I expressed how important it was, he gave it to me. Look, I know we haven’t spoken in a month and there’s a reason for that. If you would just get in the car, I will explain everything” Jenna answered.
You sighed, contemplating getting in the vehicle or not. But after a small inner battle, you walked to the back driver's side and got in the SUV. Inside the vehicle was the driver, an older woman in the passenger seat, Jenna, and a boy who looked around your age. You were highly confused about what was happening.
“Where are we going?” You asked anyone.
“Somewhere we can talk privately” Jenna answered when no one did.
You hummed in response, you looked down at her and took in her appearance. She was dressed in Adidas pants and an oversized sweater. She had shades covering her eyes which you found odd since it was nighttime. She kept picking at the sleeves of her shirt and bouncing her leg nervously.
A clear throat made you look away from Jenna to the unknown boy next to her. He was glaring at you and clenching and unclenching his fist. You raised an eyebrow at him before you snorted. Jenna turned to you at the sound but you didn’t spare her another glance.
You took out your sandwich and began chowing down on it. It was getting cold and you didn’t know how long this talk was gonna take.
Shortly, you all arrived at a building, it looked like an office building. You finish your meal and throw away your trash before following everyone inside the building. You all walk to the back of a conference room.
“Okay, so what’s this all about? Cause homeboy over there look like he wanna pop off” You said and pointed to the boy sitting next to Jenna.
“Jahaziel, I’m Nancy, Jenna’s manager and that gentleman next to her is her friend Hudson Maverick. It’s to our newfound knowledge that, you and Ms. Ortega slept together two months ago right?” Nancy inquired.
“I don’t really put my business out on who I sleep and don’t sleep with, with strangers.” You gave a fake smile to the older woman.
Nancy sighed and ran her hand through her hair, “Jahaziel I’m -.”
“For godsakes Nancy will you just spit it out already to this girl” Hudson interjected.
“I don’t know how to come out with something like this Hudson. I told you Jenna should be the one talking” Nancy sighed frustrated.
You looked back and forth between the two with agitated eyes. They were wasting your time.
“Listen, if this is about you worrying about running around tell people that we slept together, I’m not that kind of person. I don’t go around telling people who I stick my dick in no matter if they famous or not. So if this is what everything is about, you could have just emailed me” You said and went to leave the room but a soft voice stopped you.
“I’m pregnant”
You stopped in your tracks, Hudson and Nancy quieted down. It was so silent in the conference that you can hear a pin drop in the next room. You turned around to face Jenna who stood up from the table and pulled off her sunglasses. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’s been crying for days and hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep.
“What?” You whispered.
“Can I talk to her alone please?” Jenna asked quietly.
Nancy and Hudson looked at each other for a second before nodding. The two got up and left the room, leaving only you and Jenna.
Jenna stepped towards you, "I'm pregnant. I found out a few days ago when my period didn’t come on. It didn’t come on last month either but I thought it was due to the stress I was under cause it’s happened before. I haven't slept or eaten properly. All I've been doing is crying and crying, wondering how I'm going to tell you. Then I got the courage to finally tell you but then Hudson found the pregnancy test and they started bombarding me with questions."
You felt your heart pick up pace and your palms started to get sweaty. You felt like the oxygen in your body was leaving, you couldn’t breathe. You stumbled into a seat and that’s when Jenna noticed your state.
“Hey Jahaziel, look at me, breathe okay,” Jenna said and kneeled in front of you. She placed her warm hands on your cheeks and forced you to look at her but you were too busy freaking out.
“I’m a fucking dumb ass bitch, I fucking got a big ass actress pregnant. An actress I barely even know. Do you understand how fucking insane this whole thing is? I just started this YouTube shit, I still live in an overpriced shitty-ass rat-infested apartment complex in a neighborhood where I don’t know if once I step outside I’ll get shot or not. How the fuck you not freaked out right now” You ranted.
“You don’t think I’m losing my mind? Ever since I found out, I have a fucking panic attack every time I wake up. I’m twenty years old, I just booked several movies. I don’t have any time to have a child.” Jenna exclaimed.
“Well, it seems like you getting an abortion is the only option then” You argued.
“Don’t make that decision for me” Jenna boomed.
“What the fuck! You just fucking said that you won’t have any time to have a child. What the fuck you gonna do Jenna? Are you gonna fucking wish the baby out of you and everything will fall into place in an instant? You fucking Harry Houdini now?” You yelled, your Bronx accent getting heavy as you shouted.
“Oh you are just fucking hilarious, huh, your a fucking comedian” Jenna growled.
“You not saying what you want to do! You say you don’t have time for a child then when I say abortion is the only option, you fucking lash out at me.” You roared.
“Because I don’t want to get an abortion, I want to keep the baby!” Jenna belted. You looked at her face properly now and saw tears were now falling freely down her face. You closed your eyes and take a deep breath in, holding it for ten seconds, before releasing it. You repeated this process a couple of times before you felt yourself calm down. It was a technique the Marines taught you while you were in service, it came in handy most times.
“I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Being a mom was something I knew I wanted to experience. Having a little mini-me running around with my and my partner’s personality. The experience came a lot earlier than I expected and not the ideal way but I have the chance and I’m not passing it despite what I said because I’ll figure it out. I always figure it out” Jenna confessed.
She then pulled out a folded Manila envelope and slid it toward you.
“So if you don’t want anything to do with me and the baby, you can sign your rights away. Nancy’s number is on that business card and she’ll come pick up the papers in the morning” Jenna continued.
She then got up and walked out of the room.
“Jenna” You called out but she was long gone out of the room with her people following her.
You sighed and rubbed your hands down your face, extremely stressed out.
Honestly, you didn’t know what you wanted to do. You never thought about being a parent, especially after the way your father up and left you, your Mom, and your older brother years ago. You never gave parenthood a thought. You needed a second opinion and a blunt.
🤰🏻🩵
It was now 2 in the morning, you sat on your fire escape looking down at the streets with the papers in your hand. You just finished your second blunt of the night to help with the racing thoughts but it only increased it. You kept staring at the signature on the paper, wanting to write your name but not wanting to also.
“You stress anymore, you gon’ pop a blood vessel” Davis said as he stepped out onto your fire escape.
Once you found a way back home, you immediately called Davis and told him everything that happened. He told you as soon as he finished with his project, he was rushing over.
“I feel like I’m about to have an aneurysm,” You said.
“I would be too if I was in your position. This shit is a mess” Davis stated and took the papers from your clenched hand. He looked over it and exhaled deeply. “So you sign this and all your rights are taken away. No seeing the baby. Nothing?”
“Nothing. I won’t have a say in anything, can’t see them. I’ll literally just be the sperm donor” You said.
“Is that what you really want? To be known as the sperm donor. You realize that she’s a mega actress and once the news gets out, it ain’t gon’ be long til people figure who the other parent is” Davis stated.
“I don’t know what I fucking want. A part of me is ecstatic that I have a child on the way.” You exclaimed.
“What about the other part?” Davis questioned.
You sat in the chair with cloudy eyes. Once Davis got a look at your expression, he immediately realized what this was all about.
“Your father. You don’t want to end up like him” Davis nodded.
“It’s been six years and that motherfucker still finds a way to haunt me. It’s pathetic” You scoffed.
“No, it's human. Jah, he is your father-”
“Was. That bitch ass motherfucker ain’t shit to me now” You seethed.
Davis sighed, “Either way, who said you was gonna end up like him. You plan on signing those papers and ditching your child? That ain’t you.”
You looked down at your hands, finding them more interesting.
“Look, all those feelings you feeling right now…is that how you want your child to feel about you when they grow up. That you ain’t nothing but a bitch ass motherfucker?” Davis questioned.
You took in your best friend’s words. “Look I know this whole situation is unconventional but you have to own up to it. You and I both know for a fact that you don’t want to sign these papers. You want to be in your child’s life. So stop being a fucking idiot, rip up those papers, and apologize to Jenna.”
Suddenly, the alarm on Davis’ phone starts to blare. You checked the time and saw that it was almost 3 o’clock now.
“I have to get some rest for tomorrow. But on some real shit Jah, really think about what you want” Davis added before disappearing inside your apartment.
Once again, you were left alone on the fire escape with nothing but your thoughts and the occasional crackhead shouts. You looked down at the papers again before shoving them back into the envelope and heading inside for the night.
🤰🏻🩵
The next morning, you were up and ready. You only got like an hour of sleep but that hour of sleep gave you a mindset. You texted the number on the business card and finesse your way to getting information about where Jenna was going to be today. She had a fitting for her Met Gala dress at the moment at a studio Downtown, so that’s where you were. You parked your car and paid the meter before heading inside the studio where she would be.
(your outfit for today ^ )
You texted the number that you were downstairs with the papers. After waiting for about ten minutes, you expected to see Nancy but Hudson came downstairs.
“Jahazel or whatever you name is…” Hudson greeted with no emotion. He held his hand out, waiting for the papers but you never put them in his hands.
“Firstly it’s Jahaziel and secondly, I know I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now and I don’t want to mess up anything she’s doing right now. But can I talk to her please?” You pleaded.
“Absolutely not. Not after what you said to her yesterday, I’m not letting a hoodlum like you step near her again. You ruined enough for her already” Hudson hissed.
“Who you calling a hoodlum skinny Fred Jones” You questioned offended. Hudson attempted to grab the papers from your hand but you moved them away. The move made his whole face start to turn red from anger.
“Give me the papers before I call the cops on you” Hudson threatened.
“Call the fucking cops pussy” You snapped and stepped towards him. Before either of you can lay a hand on one another, a brolic man stepped in between y’all. You recognized that it was Big L and he was pulling you away from Hudson while another security guard stood next to him.
“I need you to calm down” Big L’s rough voice ordered.
“Alright, alright I’m calm” You grumbled and pulled your arm from him.
“Listen, meet in the back alley in ten minutes” Big L instructed in a tone that only you and him can hear.
“Big L…my man you attractive and all but I don’t swing that way” You joked.
Big L rolled his eyes, “I’ll take you to see Jenna.”
“Oh, that makes more sense. I thought you were about to suggest something to me” You lightly chuckled.
Big L just looked at you with a neutral expression before walking away toward Hudson.
“Damn not even a little giggle?” You pouted as you left the building.
You waited in your car for ten minutes before going into the back alley like Big L said. He was waiting for you at the door and motioned for you to speed up. He then took you through various rooms and floors. By the 10th floor, your legs were jelly.
“Aye yo, Black Panther why didn’t we take the elevators? I’m not that fit like you. I’m skinny fit I was born with abs I didn’t work for these like you did” You complained out of breath.
“Because Hudson told every guard in the building to have you arrested for trespassing if they spot you” Big L answered.
“Is it really that serious though, you would think I be fucking aggressively stalking Jenna” You huffed and walked up another flight of stairs.
“Hudson has always been overprotective of Jenna, ever since he started working for her last year” Big L commented.
“Overprotective? For what reason?” You asked.
“Don’t know. I don’t get paid to ask unnecessary questions” Big L replied.
You hummed in response and walked up another two flights of stairs before Big L opened the door to the 13th floor. Big L checked to make sure no guard was in the vicinity before he motioned you to follow him. You felt like you were on a James Bond stealth mission, it was exciting. He took you to the last door on the floor before knocking.
“Ms. Ortega, Nancy will like to come in” Big L said.
“Okay, send her in” Jenna spoke after a moment.
That was your queue to enter the room. You closed the door behind me and took in that you were in an open floor room with racks of clothes against the windows. It smelt expensive as fuck in the room.
“What are you doing here?” Jenna’s voice brought you back to reality. She was standing in front of you with a familiar flannel on. It was buttoned to cover her chest area but unbuttoned around her stomach area. Through a tiny gap, you can see her belly protruding a little.
“I…uh wanted to talk to you” You spoke.
Jenna scoffed, “I think you spoke enough last night.” She walked away from you and into a different room.
“Wait, look I apologize for the way I reacted last night. It’s sincere too cause people from New York don’t apologize” You stated.
“If you came here to be a comedian, you can go Jahaziel” Jenna grumbled.
You sighed, you have to be serious. You can see that she’s stressed and not in the mood for jokes so you had to be serious. You walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulders. At first, she shrugged you off but you placed your hands there again and more firm. You turned her around to face you.
“Real shit, I’m sorry Jenna. For everything last night, you didn’t deserve me talking to you like that. Truth be told, I was mad scared when you told me that you are pregnant. My father up and left my family when I was 15 and it left some deep wounds in me. When I was younger I aspired to grow up, get married, have a family, and have a love like my Ma and Father did but then he left without saying a word and it tainted that aspiration. I got scared because I didn’t want to be like him” You explained to the shorter girl.
“You could have told me that. I would've understood completely” Jenna mumbled.
“I know and I should’ve but I’m not really good at explaining my feelings.” You responded.
Jenna glanced at the envelope in your hand, “I’m guessing you made your decision.”
“Yeah, I did” You replied and ripped the envelope in half. Jenna gave you a surprised look. “Look, me and you made this baby together even though we ain’t in a relationship…yet. I don’t want to be like my father. I also don’t want you to do this by yourself. Our baby, our responsibility. I’m with you to the end Hollywood” You smiled and stuck your hand out.
She looked down and chuckled before shaking your hand. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes and never stopped. The room felt hotter and your hand was still holding hers. Suddenly, Jenna took your hand and placed it on her small belly.
“Til the end NYC” Jenna smiled.
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Hey everyone, I was doing some research in AO3, and I found out some HCs w reader of the boys (except Lamar, for me some reason it's really hard to find content of him).
All credits go to herbertwestsleftsock on AO3 on their book "another night in Los Santos", if you can, go and show them some love!
Franklin:
He likes cuddling, though he'd never admit it
Throughout the day he'll give you kisses on the cheek or forehead, or he'll hold your hand in the car or at home. It's not that he doesn't want to show PDA with you, he just doesn't really think about it too much
If you're ever out in public, you'll have his hand on your waist. He's not super protective but he'll show anyone who flirts with you enough body language to make them back off
Franklin's favorite thing to do with you is ride through the city and listen to music, just silently enjoying each other's company. He likes talking, just wants to enjoy the surroundings even if he's seen it a lot before
He really likes seeing you excited about something, and he'll encourage you go after it
Trevor:
He doesn't really show affection, like soft kinds in public. He might hold your hand sometimes, but usually he's smacking your ass or making sex jokes
Trevor is constantly telling you all the shit he wants to do, and your pasttime includes drinking on the roof of his trailer and hoping it's stable enough to hold both your weight
He'll take you on outings for his "business" but you'll just end up hanging out with Wade while him and Ron go and kill someone idk
Trevor is actually very affectionate, when you're alone he'll be clinging on to you and kissing all over
He'll constantly ask if you want to get married, saying he wants kids, that kind of stuff, but you're never sure if he means it or not
Michael:
Amanda isn't necessarily stoked about her ex husband seeing someone else in her home, but she doesn't care enough to tell you two to leave, just stares at the two of you from across the room and mumbles angrily about it
Michael's never been good with genuine signs of affection. He hasn't felt it since his first re-I mean, when he started his relationship with Amanda, and it's been years since he's gotten to express his feelings through words and actions. Don't expect your first time holding hands or kissing in public to be super frequent or early on
He'll often invite you out on the porch with him to smoke and drink, and one of those times is when you first kiss
He likes running his hands through your hair and resting his head against your forehead. Gives him a sense of ease, which he doesn't get often
Okay, that's all, remember to go and support herbertwestsleftsock on AO3 and read their book "another night in los santos" see you then :)
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💪🏻 I’d love to make you scream for me, too… 💪🏻
✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Changbin x fem!reader
✎ Genre: Smut
✎ Summary: Changbin crashes your gym session. You and Chan teach him some new things.
✎ CW: Ass play, pegging, fingering, partner sharing, voyeurism, praise, masturbation, dirty language, dirty talk.
✎ Word count: 2,027
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“7… 8… 9… come on, baby, one more. 10! Perfect, great job.”
Chan grabs the bar on your shoulders to help you place it back on the rack.
“Your form was great, do you want to up your weight a bit?” he asks.
You wipe the sweat from your forehead then place your hands on your hips.
“Yeah, I can try. You first, though,” you reply, gesturing toward the squat rack.
Your boyfriend smiles and steps toward the rack, kissing your forehead as passes by. He adds additional plates and prepares to start his set.
“What’s up, fuckers????”
Changbin’s voice echoes throughout the room and he strides in confidently.
“Getting in some late-night lifting, I see. Mind if I join you two?”
“Careful, Bin,” Chan warns as he squats. “She doesn’t like to share me.”
“Who said I wanted you?” Binnie replies to Chan, but sneakily winks at you. He smiles like he’s joking, but you’re not entirely sure.
Chan finishes his set and steps away, leaving the extra weight.
“You’re up, doll,” he says and smacks your ass. “Remember to keep good form, even if you can’t do as many reps. You got this.”
You firmly plant your feet on the floor and push up to the bar with your shoulders, gripping the cold metal. After a deep breath, you lift the bar and step forward to start the set.
The first two are easy, but you wobble a little on the third.
“Hey, hey, hold on,” Changbin says, stepping up behind you. “Keep your chest high, back up straight. Try it again.”
You glare at him in the mirror, but he isn’t deterred.
“Come on, let’s go,” he urges. “We don’t have all night.”
Whatever. You lower your body and the extra weight again — keeping your back straight — and extend your legs again.
“Closer, hold on,” He widens his stance behind you and reaches his arm around to your stomach. “Try another.”
You lower your body again, but this time he moves with you, keeping you steady with his hand.
“Yeah, that’s it. Perfect.”
His left hand goes to your back while his right moves up to hold your ribs, just under your tits. He continues to squat up and down with you until you finish 10.
Binnie helps you put the weight back on the rack, and you step out from under it. You glance at the mirror and see an angry Chan behind you, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He’s staring daggers at his friend.
“Chan, you ok? What’s going on?” you ask.
“Yeah, Changbin, what’s going on, huh?” he says coldly, eyes still fixed on Bin.
You glance back and forth between the two, desperately searching for clues. Changbin’s eyes are nervously aimed at the floor, and his arms are pulled in front of him, in front of… oh.
“Ok, it’s not what you think, Chan, listen…” Changbin pleads with his hyung.
“You show up, start touching her and now you’re hard? Honestly, what are you trying to do?”
Chan’s angry now. That scary, kind of hot angry.
“I’m not trying to fuck her, ok!” Bin exclaims. “Is she hot? Yes! Ok? Yes, y/n is hot, congrats to you. But I don’t want to fuck her, all right?!”
“Sure, yeah, so I should just accept that you don’t want to fuck her but touching her still gets you hard. I swear to god…” Chan threatens, taking slow, deliberate steps toward Changbin. “So, what is it really then, huh? You want her to fuck you?”
Changbin’s face immediately flushes and his eyes widen. Chan’s anger turns to confusion, then realization, then consideration. He looks at you. You softly smile back, signaling you’re down if he is. And he usually is.
“I’ll be right back,” Chan says and quickly turns to leave the gym and head back up to the apartment.
“Chan, wait, what the fuck? … Chan?” Changbin calls out after him, only stopping once the door closes behind his hyung. Then he redirects his attention to you. “I’m sorry, y/n.”
“Don’t be, Binnie,” you assure him. “And if you still want me to, I’ll gladly fuck you.”
“… what?” His mouth actually drops.
“Yeah,” you answer, smiling sweetly. “I fuck Channie sometimes, and I’d love to make you scream for me, too.”
His face is frozen, his lips forming a tiny o. It’s times like these you wished your strap-on was real, so you could understand how amazing it feels to put your hard cock into a sweet, wet, little mouth like Bin’s.
Then the gym door opens and Chan reappears, holding the harness, blue dildo and a bottle of lube in his hands. He can tell by your facial expressions that Changbin has learned how his night could play out, but he misinterprets exactly why his mouth is hanging open.
“Don’t worry, mate, I washed it,” Chan says.
You giggle, but Binnie’s still rock solid — his body and his cock. It’s obvious he’s not gonna start it, so you may as well.
You reach down and slide your thumbs under the elastic at the top of your leggings, slowly pulling them down your legs. Changbin’s eyes follow your movements — he’s entranced.
Once they reach your ankles, you lift your feet to kick the fabric away. Your T-shirt is next, rising above your stomach to expose your new sports bra with the zipper in the front. It was meant as a post-workout surprise for Chan, but you’ll know Changbin will enjoy this just as much.
“Cute, baby,” Chan says. “You buy that just for Bin?”
“Mayybbeeee…” you reply, dragging out the end of the word as you take slow steps toward Changbin. “Do you like my bra, Binnie?”
“Uh… it’s… nice, sure,” he says awkwardly.
“Would you like it better off?” Chan asks.
Your boyfriend walks up behind you, reaching around to grip your breasts over the fabric and massaging them with his big hands. He leans in to kiss your neck and hums into your skin. You relax into his touch, letting your head drop back to his shoulder.
“I want to watch you fuck him,” Chan whispers into the crook of your neck. He captures your bra’s zipper between his fingers, slowly dragging it down. He slides his palms up your chest to the straps, pulling them off your shoulders and exposing your tits. He cups your tits again and runs your hard nipples between his fingers.
“Now, put it on, baby, make him spread his pretty cheeks for you.”
A wicked grin spreads across your lips and Chan helps you step into the harness, securing it around your hips. You slide the dildo into place and aim your eyes at Changbin, who’s hungrily licking his lips.
“Can I kiss you, Bin? Would that be ok?” you ask, closing the remaining distance between your bodies.
“Yeah,” he answers nervously.
“Ok.” You smile at him and wrap your arms around his thick neck. Your closed mouth meets his for a few seconds before you softly run your tongue along his lips to ask for entry. He obliges, and you slip in.
His hands move to your waist, and his upper body relaxes more and more as you kiss. You can tell he’s not fully comfortable yet — and who would be, with Chan watching like that — but he’s doing a pretty good job, considering.
You slide your palms down his muscular chest, to his abs, to his cock. It’s thick and hard for you, just like you knew it would be. You wrap your fingers around him over his shorts, and he moans into your mouth at the welcome touch.
“Want me to blow you a little first? Before I fuck you?” you whisper to him.
“Uhhhh… I don’t know,” he says and looks at your boyfriend. “Is it ok… uh… if… uh… she…”
Chan cuts him off. “She can do whatever she wants.”
You decide this is taking too long and slide down Changbin’s body, quickly pulling his shorts and underwear down to access his cock. You grip the base and angle him into your mouth, staring up at him as you begin to take him in and out, in and out. He’s staring right back almost in disbelief that this is even happening.
Your fingers release their hold on his dick to run down his inner thigh, between his legs. Your pointer finger finds his hole, circling the rim before dipping in.
“Ohhhhhh god,” Changbin moans and his dick twitches in your mouth.
“She’s great, right?” Chan says from the sidelines, his hand working himself under his shorts.
Your cunt tightens at your boyfriend’s praise, and you’re encouraged to fuck Changbin just a little faster with your hot, wet mouth. You continue to finger him slowly, letting him get used to the new sensation. Then your jaw drops and you pull back from his pretty cock.
“Ready for me, Binnie?” you ask him sweetly, still staring up at him from an angle that you know drives men crazy.
“Yes, please,” he moans.
“Please, what?” Chan asks, egging him on.
“Please fuck me, y/n. Please,” Bin begs.
You stand, grab his hand and take him to the nearest bench, bending him over it. You move behind him, bending to rest your chest on his back and put your lips close to his ear.
“It’s gonna be a little cold, baby.”
You look to Chan, holding out your hand. He’s already ready with the bottle open, and he squirts some lube onto your fingers. You reach a hand between Binnie’s cheeks, lining his hole and the inside of him with the gel. You reach back to Chan for another squirt to coat the dildo.
“I’m gonna go slow, ok? Let me know how it feels.”
You angle the dildo into him and inch in slowly, watching his face in the mirror to make sure he’s doing ok. You only push in a little more when you see his jaw unclench.
Once you’re all the way in, he looks at you in the mirror expectantly, and you instruct him on what’s next.
“I want you to take the lead ok? Push back into me,” you say, steadying your feet on the ground and placing your hands on his hips.
He nods at you and takes a breath before leaning forward, then back. He sighs deeply, catching your eyes in the mirror again in a way that gives you pause. But then he grins and continues to move his hips forward and back, faster and faster.
“Let me know if you want me to take over, ok?” you say.
He nods and keeps going, stretching out his pretty hole on your thick dildo. The sounds of moans and skin slapping skin bounce off the mirrors, the floor, the walls — echoing around the room. You glance back at Chan, who’s still stroking his dick and looking at you endearingly.
“Can you… fuck me?” Changbin asks.
“Of course, baby.”
You tighten your grip on his strong hips and begin to thrust. You pick up a good pace, and it’s clear he’s not going to last much longer. You reach around to grab his dick again, timing your strokes with each thrust.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” you whisper in his ear.
“Yes,” he practically yelps.
You stroke him and fuck him and kiss his back until his moans get more disjointed and suddenly he’s cumming on the bench, coating it in sticky, warm liquid.
“Oh my god…” he sighs. You kiss him once more before letting go and pulling out, letting him recover on the bench.
You walk back over to Chan, who’s standing with his hands on his hips, but he’s still hard.
“Great job, sweetheart. As usual,” he says.
“Thanks, honey,” you reply, letting a couple seconds of silence sit in the air as you stare at Bin in absolute ruins. “You’re next.”
Chan furrows his brow, looking down at the strap-on and back to you.
“Don’t worry, mate, I’ll wash it,” you say with a smirk.
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Day 8: Webcam/live streaming + Exhibitionism with Felix [plus Chan, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin]
Wordcount — 2,900 words
Includes — Consented webcam/live streaming, established relationship, exhibitionism, dirty talk, mild humiliation and degradation, mild objectification, fantasies of free use, anal sex, cuck-olding and gangbangs, fingering.
Author's Note — I've always wanted to write this specific scenario, so here we are :) Hope you all like it, I had fun writing this because I love to include dialogues that aren't really dialogues (for example, the comments) so yep, it was fun! Please remember that english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance.
“Say hi, bunny,” Felix’s hand cups your face, forcing you to stare right into the camera. “Don’t be rude”.
You can hardly do so without feeling a bit embarrassed, but you know it’s best to follow his and their friend’s orders if you wish to have some mercy given to you. Plus, this has always been one of your and Felix’s fantasies.
“Hey,” you whisper, eyes fluttering between the phone and Felix’s image who is towering over your body.
[Minh0: Lower the camera a little more]
[Minh0: Want to see what she is wearing]
Felix smiles when he reads his friend’s comments, and indulges him by doing what he asked for.
“Minho wants to see you,” he announces, drifting the focus of the camera from your face to your breasts.
The pink lace and sheer fabric barely does anything to cover your tits, erected nipples poking through it and offering Felix, and the other people watching the livestream, a filthy sight.
[Cb.97: Next time, make sure she doesn't wear anything]
Felix chuckles at Chan’s comment, the confusion in your sight forcing him to read the comment out loud.
“Chan says you shouldn’t be wearing anything,” your boyfriend murmurs, camera still focused on your tits while his available hand reaches out to tease your nipples over your underwear. “Why don’t you take this off? Bet they want to see you fully naked”.
“Do they?” you ask him, hands over the straps of your bra.
[Ch9ngbin: Make her strip for the camera]
“Strip for them” he tells you, taking a step back from the bed and making sure to get a view of your whole body. “Be good and show them what they want to see”.
You lick your lips and your hands move from the straps to your back, fingers struggling to unclench the piece of clothing. When you successfully managed to get the top off of you, you couldn’t help but hunch slightly, covering your breasts with your arms and hands.
“No, no,” Felix’s deep voice humms, “Don’t be rude”.
Your arms slowly fall to your lap under his orders, breasts bouncing slightly when you release and stop hiding them. Your nipples are harder than ever, and Felix seems content with the video he is providing his friends with.
[H.wang: Tell her to play with her tits]
“Hyunjin wants to see you playing with them,” Felix tilts his head at you, leaning forward to grope one of your breasts for the camera. “Put on a good show for him, will you?”
What Felix says, you do.
So you start slowly groping your breasts for the camera, not daring to break eye contact with it. You pinch and tease your nipples for Felix and the rest of his friends watching, making sure to fulfill their requests as best as you can.
[Minh0: Such a slut]
Felix scoffs while reading the comment out loud. “She is,” he agrees with his friend, caressing your cheek while moving the camera from your breasts to your face. “Aren’t you a slut?”
“Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your lips around Felix’s thumb when it caresses your lips.
You can’t tell what his friends are up to while watching the stream —they could be laying on their beds, amused by exhibitionism fetish you and your boyfriend share. Or they could be with their hand inside their underwear, jerking off while writing the filthiest comments and orders for Felix to read them.
“Fuck,” your boyfriend whispers, feeling chills throughout his body when your tongue wraps and sucks on his finger. He looks down to your crotch, only to notice your skin and panties glistening with your own arousal. “She is dripping wet already”.
The camera focus switches from your face to your pussy, Felix’s fingers pushing your underwear to the side to expose your wet slit.
[Cb.97: Really want to bury my face there]
[Minh0: Just thinking about how easy my cock would slide right inside her]
Felix feels his cock throbbing when reading both of their friends’ comments —for a reason beyond him, he can’t help but picture you in both scenarios with them.
“How would you feel about having Chan eating you out, mh?” your boyfriend hums, fingers teasing your slit while he does his best to keep the camera focused. “Or have Minho’s cock inside you?”
[Ch9ngbin: I’d love to fuck her from behind]
[H.hwang: I’m sure she is really tight there. Would love to fuck her ass too]
“Oh,” Felix murmurs, “Changbin and Hyunjin say they both want to fuck your ass”.
“At the same time?” you joke shyly, feeling exposed when Felix drags your underwear off of you so that his friends can get a full view of both holes.
[Ch9ngbin: I get to fuck her ass and Hyunjin can fuck her pussy, that at the same time]
[Ch9ngbin: I know she can take us both]
“You’d be surprised to know how desperate she gets sometimes,” Felix replies without providing you any context about the comment he read. “I’m sure she would like that”.
“What?” you ask him, letting out a quiet whimper when his fingers caress your clit.
“Having Changbin and Hyunjin fucking your holes at the same time,” he explains, spreading your folds open while touching you.
[Minh0: After they are done, me and Chan would go next]
Felix chuckles.
“Think you can take all 5 of us in one night?” your boyfriend asks you. “Allow us to use all of your holes until we come?”
He thrusts a finger inside you and it slides right in easily, just as Minho said.
“So fucking wet and warm,” Felix hisses, “I’m sure they would love to feel you”.
[H.hwang: I can even hear how fucking wet she is]
“God,” you sighed, spreading your thighs further for the people watching. “One more, Lix”.
He can’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Already so greedy?”
[Cb.97: Needy. I bet if all five of us were there, she wouldn’t keep asking for more]
[Minh0: She wouldn’t even be able to speak]
“Can you imagine what it would be like if all of my friends were here?” your boyfriend asks you, thrusting another finger inside your cunt while his thumb rubs your swollen clit. “One cock fucking your pussy while you suck and jerk off the others?”
“Fuck,” you whimper, clenching around his fingers after he puts that image in your mind.
[Ch9ngbin: She would look so pretty all fucked out, drooling like a puppy while she comes]
“Hm,” Felix scoffs, licking his lips while his eyes focus on the cellphone screen. He is doing both things at the same time —touching you and reading the filthy comments his friends send to the livestream chat. “She is messy like that, drools all over the place when I fuck her dumb”.
You feel heat rising to your cheeks when he talks about you like that, as if you are not right there with him.
[Cb.97: How messy can you get her to be right now?]
Felix cocks an eyebrow when he reads Chan’s comment, taking it as nothing but a challenge.
“I guess I’ll just have to show you,” your boyfriend murmurs, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy and guiding them to your mouth. It’s hard to understand the context of his words when he misses to read a comment, but you can just imagine what filthy things his friends must be saying about you right now. “Open wide, bunny. Chan asked for this”.
When you hear his friend’s name, you can’t help but suck his fingers eagerly. Your eyes are focused on the camera, and your tongue wraps around his digits expertly, sucking off your own wetness from them.
[H.hwang: Make her gag, want to see her tearing up]
“Take them all the way in,” he murmurs, pushing them deeper inside your warm mouth. “That’s right, just like that”.
For a second, keeping eye contact with the camera seems like the hardest task in the world —you can barely keep your eyes open without looking pathetic.
[Ch9ngbin: I swear I can come just by that]
It’s truly a pronographic sight, how your hazy gaze gets completely lost as your boyfriend thrusts his fingers inside your mouth, putting up a show for his friends to watch. You drool and gag all over them, eyes rolling to the back of your head every time Felix fills your mouth.
“Good job,” your boyfriend groans, pleased with how saliva is dripping from your mouth and onto your breasts, skin glistening with your own fluids. “Would you suck my friend’s cocks just like this? All messy and wet?”
You can barely nod, but the answer earns a scoff from the blonde-haired.
[Minh0: Fuck her cunt already]
“Someone’s getting desperate,” Felix announces, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth. “And I’m not talking about you”.
You smile.
“What do they want to see now?” you ask, voice so sweet it makes their cocks twitch in their pants.
“Minho is telling me to fuck your pussy,” your boyfriend says, fingers spreading your folds for the camera. “Guess he wants to see you clenching around my fingers just so he can imagine how it must feel to be inside you”.
“Pervert,” you whisper, teasingly. The more Felix touches you, the less you can speak without whimpering between words.
[H.hwang: God, she is dripping wet…]
[H.hwang: Need to taste her]
“She tastes so sweet,” Felix murmurs under his breath, lubricating his fingers with your own wetness before moving on to fulfill Minho's petition. “You would love it”.
[Ch9ngbin: Bet she tastes better when she comes]
[Ch9ngbin: Want her to come while I eat her cunt]
“Oh, she is a mess when she comes,” he isn't giving you any context whatsoever or what is going on in that chat room, yet it arouses you.
It arouses how they are all talking as if you aren't there, naked and exposed for their delight. They are probably saying the most filthy stuff they want to do with you, and the only thing you know about it is Felix's wide smile, that only grows wider when his friends send message after message on how they would fuck you.
“Always leaves a fucking mess when she creams on my cock,” he groans quietly, pushing two of his fingers inside you while his right hand maneuvers the camera. “Like the filthy slut she is”.
[Cb.97: She looks so fucking tight]
[Minh0: Want to stretch her pussy open. Fuck her as rough as possible until she gets used to my cock]
“Chan says your pussy looks really tight,” your boyfriend tells you, making sure the audience is getting a good view of how your walls clench around two or his fingers, "and not only it looks like, but it is fucking tight”. His fingers are moving inside you at the perfect pace —not too fast, but definitely not too slow. Each thrust is rough and deep, and he curls his fingers every time as he tries to find that sweet spot that will guarantee him and his friends a good show. “It's tight, and wet, and warm… It drives me insane, she clenches around my cock so fucking hard I can come in seconds”.
[Cb.97: Want to fill her up real good. Have my cock inside her along with one or two fingers, just to stretch her hole even more]
The thought of it makes Felix's cock harder.
“Would you let Chan inside you, hm?” your boyfriend asks you, his digits brushing near your g-spot. “Would you let him fuck you and use your pussy as he please?”
He switches the camera focus from your cunt to your face, making sure to record how eagerly you nodded when he asked the question.
“Tell him,” the blonde-haired orders you, fingers still fucking your cunt expertly while the camera is focused on your face.
“Would love to fuck my pussy, Chan,” you whimper, hazy gaze making eye contact with the camera. “I want your cock inside me, really deep”.
[Minh0: She looks so ruined]
[Minh0: I want to make her cry. Fuck her pretty mouth roughly enough until she is tearing up and drooling all over herself]
The image is appealing to Felix, he can't lie. The thought of Minho using your mouth, forcing his cock inside your throat while your nails grip the flesh of his thighs is something he would love to see.
Your boyfriend knows you like it rough, and he thinks Minho could do such a great job in treating you like the slut you know you are.
“Want to say something to Minho?” Felix asks you, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head with each thrust. “Seems like he is desperate to use you, too”.
“Min-minho?” you query, biting your lower lip while you cry quietly. “Want him inside, fucking my pussy while the rest watches.”
“Yeah?” he groans, increasing the pace of his movements.
“Y-yeah,” the camera is still focusing on your face, but that's not a problem for the men watching. The sight of your pretty, fucked out face is enough to get them to come, and hearing you speak about how you want each of them to fuck you in front of your boyfriend is more than enough. “Want all of your friends to fuck me really hard. Want them to use me, come inside me”.
[Ch9ngbin: You've trained her well]
[H.hwang: She wants all of Felix's friends to use her as a cum dump. Cute.]
[Cb.97: Bet she would do anything Felix asks her to]
[Minh0: Felix better ask her to be our personal fucktoy then, I really can't wait to fuck her]
“They want you to be their personal fucktoy,” the blonde-haired announces, each of his words sending shivers down your spine while your hips grind against his palm and your toes curl in anticipation. “Fuck you whenever they please, release their stress with you”.
“Fuck,” you sigh, the idea repeating on loop inside your mind.
For anyone outside of your relationship, it might seem strange the dynamic you two have. Nevertheless, it isn't weird for the both of you.
Felix doesn't mind sharing —matter of fact, he loves the idea of sharing you with his friends. He thrives on imagining each of them fucking you in their own way, making you scream, and cry, and moan until you are nothing but a mindless mess, begin for more and more.
And his friends understand how the dynamic works, that's why they have no issue participating in it.
“It's that what you want too, hm?” he hums, increasing the pace of his thrusts even more. “To be fucked by all of them?”
“Y-yes,” you cry, closing your eyes when you feel the pleasure unraveling. “Want all of them- Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyune… want all of them to use my body, to fuck it real good. Want to make them come”.
[Cb.97: You really did train her good]
[Ch9ngbin: So sweet, thinking about making us come first]
[Minh0: She can barely take two fingers without getting ruined, I wonder how she is going to take all five of us at the same time]
[H.hwang: Would love to see her struggling, doing everything she can to satisfy us]
“They all want you to take all five of us at the same time,” Felix groans, his cock leaking as he sees you falling apart. “You think you can do that? Have three of us fucking your holes while you jerk off the other 2?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you whine, eyebrows furrowed while you try your best to keep eye contact with the camera.
“Would love to see your body covered in their cum,” your boyfriend continues pushing you to the edge with every idea he engraves in your brain. “All dirty because of us, your cunt swollen from how much we fucked it”.
“I'm coming,” you announce with broken words, letting his friends know that all their filthy words had the desired effect. “Can't hold it, just- want to- come”.
“Are you going to come around our cocks like this?” he asks you with a husky voice, trying to record as much of the scene as possible. “Cream all over them and make a mess until you are too overstimulated to keep on coming?”
[Cb.97: I want to fuck her so bad. Want to come inside and keep on fucking her until it becomes a mess]
[H.hwang: Sounds so pretty when she comes, my cock is so fucking hard]
“All of my friends are aroused because of you,” he is still fingering you, even when you are trying to close your legs around his wrist and you are still overcoming your orgasm. “They are all hard and leaking, desperate to fuck anything that resembles your cunt”.
“Shit,” you sob quietly, grinding your hips against his palm.
“Don't you think it's fair they get the real thing?” Felix fucks your pussy for a few more seconds, decreasing his thrusts until he finally withdraws his fingers from your cunt, all of them slippery and sticky with your orgasm. “Think we should arrange something. If you come this hard just by knowing they are watching, I know you will come even harder while having all of us in the same room”.
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AITA for accidentally causing a falling out in our friend group?
I (19) made some friends in college. One of these was J (19M). Throughout the year, small issues built up with him. Notably him constantly (albeit not maliciously) misgendering me. However, he has only known me to go by they/them pronouns since we met, so I don’t see why after nearly a year of knowing him he still couldn’t get them right.
As well as him having very aggressive body language while having conversations/arguments, which always made me very uncomfortable, but he never actually did anything, so I thought it was fine.
The turning point was one night when we were all hanging out, me and my friend M (19F) were talking about how unfair it is that guys can take their shirts off when it’s super hot outside and somehow it got to us talking about how boobs are technically secondary sexual characteristics and shouldn’t even be sexualized by society as much as they are.
J argued with us. The actual opinion on this argument is not important here nor what makes anyone the asshole, but essentially it boiled down to me saying that, if it was hot enough, I personally don’t think it should be wrong for me to be shirtless. He then told me to prove it by taking off my shirt. I said no. There were five other people in the room with us who would not consent to that and it wasn’t hot in the room.
After I explicitly said no to taking off my shirt, he doubled down. Said if I didn’t take it off my argument had no holding and that he was right, which made me uncomfortable. I didn’t feel like I needed to strip in my friend’s dorm to prove a point for a disagreement that really wasn't that serious and I didn't like that he pressured me to after I said no the first time. I can’t remember what I said in response, but the disagreement ended there thanks to the show we were all about to watch starting. However, it made me very uncomfortable for the rest of the night.
Later that night, we went out to get some food like we usually do and sat around in a circle talking. Two of my friends went up to get more food while the other three were having their own conversation which led to J and I talking.
Now, some context: I’m autistic and I have sensory issues which make it difficult for me to eat food. There have been times when I’ve gone the whole day without eating, or maybe even multiple without, and I often stick to foods that are "safe" and won’t make me feel sick (most aren’t very nutritional/healthy).
I'm very aware of my difficulty eating and how unhealthy it is. I had been going back to my house every weekend in order to eat something other than the college food and even bought some vitamins to try and keep myself from getting severely malnourished.
That being said, I didn’t get a chance to eat much that day, and going out with them was my first genuine meal. After eating a meatball sub I got, M gave me her leftover grapes and I offhandedly said to J “I think these are the healthiest thing I’ve ate today.”
And his response to me saying this was “You are so strange. You’re aware of how unhealthy you are, yet you never change.”
For the record, he doesn't know the specifics of my difficulties with eating. I’ve only vaguely mentioned it’s hard for me to eat and that I’m not able to eat a lot without feeling sick. Still, it felt really insensitive, very out of nowhere as we weren't having a serious conversation at all, and hurt my feelings. I got visibly upset at this and responded with a very bitter “Yeah” and immediately dropped the subject because it's not something I enjoy talking about. (This was also not the first time he has made comments about my self-care habits in such a way and while I believe he says them with good intentions I have stated multiple times it makes me feel worse).
I didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing, so I texted my friends after we all headed back to our dorms about what happened. Both him telling me to take off my shirt and the comment on my eating and asked if I was making a big deal out of it by being uncomfortable and upset. They told me that both things were extremely rude (and that the shirt thing was technically sexual harassment, though I don’t want to call it that) and that I was justified in being uncomfortable. They then mentioned that they had their own issues with J being a little too aggressive in the past that they had brushed aside, but they felt that what happened to me justified talking to him about his behavior.
We tried our best to avoid an argument. We just wanted to have a civil conversation about it as we all genuinely care about him. But when I confronted him about my issues and H brought up the problems she had been having (which consisted of him being too aggressive, guilt tripping the others when he was told to back off, and not respecting her privacy in her dorm) he got very defensive. It escalated into an argument between H and J that escalated to H deciding to cut ties with him due to him refusing to listen.
A few hours later, J sent me and H a genuine apology, which we accepted. I thought things were fine between us, although there was lingering discomfort as there would be with most big arguments. When the semester ended he sent us all messages that he didn’t feel welcome in the group and that he thought it was better to cut ties permanently and wished us all well.
I kind of feel like it’s my fault and that I caused unnecessary drama without meaning to.
AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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anything for you - i
dan heng x fem!yandere y/n
⨳ yes, this series will have mentions of violence, strong language, potential smut and other. this is a yandere series so don't be surprised by super dark themes!
⨳ english is not my first language, so please don't mind any grammatical mistakes.
⨳ important notes: the reader is a trailblazer for the astral express team. the reader will be referred as she/her. the reader is automatically set to a yandere.
⨳ please do not read if you are sensitive to heavy nsfw themes.
TERM DIRECTORY
◖y/n: your name
◖e/c: eye color
◖h/c: hair color
part two. ⭔ part three. ⭔ part four. ⭔ part five ...
beep.
beep.
beep.
the machinic, rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor echoed throughout the infirmary room. there you were, laying so beautifully upon the white mattress, adorned in a hospital-like gown. compared to a typical beautiful hospital scenic view which consisted of sunshine, singing birds and rainbows, there was nothing but a vast darkness that was sprinkled by wild stars. there were distant planets gently swirling, and a giant orbiting planet that remained before the window that was next to you. the flowers set next to your hospital nightstand was withered⸻ironic, for the type of person you are.
evil? no, evil wasn't a good term for you. misjudged? misunderstood? nobody could really describe you well. you were...a special case. a special case that your friends...or rather, the family that you stayed with cannot get rid of you. you ventured with them, you saved worlds and discovered different aeons and stellarons with them.
but they cannot let go of you for some reason. but the stellaron hunters? that was a different story. they expected this. they pulled the "i told you so" statement on the astral express. in short, nobody wanted to give up on you, yet.
especially when you had so much potential to be yourself again. be "normal". be less murderous than you were before. what happened?
why did you suddenly snap?
it all started when you were realizing your feelings for dan heng. a quiet, cool, collective and intellectual male that you and march often accompanied on your adventures. your heart skipped a beat every time dan heng approached you, spoke with you, or whenever you were near him. symptoms of your "mental condition" grew worse each day when you started capturing pictures of him, hanging them above your wall, even touching yourself at night to the thought of him... you thought this was all natural, until suddenly you woke up standing, a knife in your hand, staring down at a body of a woman. ...you couldn't remember anything. why did you kill this woman? why were you here?
right. that was when you remembered it all. this woman was a saleswoman, who often sold hardcopies of anything educational related to dan heng. on his days off, he would come here, talk to her, buy a book...and leave. it just so happened that you walked by and heard her conversing with her coworker that she would give dan heng her number and admitting that she has a crush on him.
that was when you first snapped.
you remembered seeing dan heng standing behind you, shocked, with march right next to him. your hands were shaking, but your heart was racing. despite the brutal murder you had artistically done, you were so fixated on dan heng, you had practically forgotten what you've done. you were...a monster. but when you had forgotten what you've done, when you were shocked that you killed someone...you didn't seem to actually care about the victim.
all you cared about was dan heng⸻which brought you here in the infirmary room on herta's space ship. the murder took place about a day ago, and it was moreso concerning that you smiled through it all and that you couldn't remember anything. it was actual amnesia, but you showed no regrets of anything.
you just kept smiling, and kept asking where dan heng was.
outside the door, herta was accompanying himeko, welt, march and dan heng. in the doll's left hand was a small vial obtaining some sort of strange liquid. it looked similar to a medicine liquid akin to a child's cough medicine, but really...this was for you.
"we don't know what happened," march said to herta, keeping her voice low to prevent you from hearing the conversation outside, "it just...happened. i..."
himeko wrapped an arm around march's shoulder as though to comfort her. they had seen death before, but what you have done was nothing like they've ever seen before. it was animalistic.
"i don't think there's a logical explanation for this. i'm just mildly upset that my simulated universe project will have to postpone," grumbled herta, before giving the vial to dan heng, "i'm still looking into it and doing my research on y/n's health. my scientists are doing the same, as well. some are thinking that this is the stellaron's influence, or perhaps an aeon's influence. after all, we don't know anything about y/n's past...other than there's a stellaron in her body and she has amnesia when it comes to everything about her life."
dan heng takes the vial, eyeing at it with a cold look. was this his doing? did he do something that turned you into...this?
"what triggers her, even? obviously, we all know that is has to do with something with dan heng." welt pursed his lips, folding his arms over his chest. "it's not something that he does that triggers such...behavior. from dan heng's and march's testimonies, it appears it's something related to...⸻"
"love." himeko finished. "right. i believe i heard of something about this before. i have heard fictional stories about it where one becomes a killing machine to practically protect their lover. jealousy, anger...anything would trigger it."
the hallway was silent.
"...well, we don't know if it was jealou⸻" march paused, "wait. i think it is. the woman that she killed...she often sold educational books to dan heng. she did ask me one time if dan heng was single..."
dan heng hung his head low. "...this is... insane."
"...look. we'll just have to keep monitoring her here. it's too dangerous for her to be outside. we'll have to continue the missions without y/n. it would risk anyone." himeko folds her arms over her chest as welt gave a nod in agreement.
"for now, we'll just separate the both of you. i have a feeling it's a bad idea, but we'll have to see how y/n acts without you around, dan heng."
"...alright."
"anywho," herta pointed to the vial in dan heng's hand, "this vial...i created it. this medication should be taken at least three times a day for y/n. and make sure she takes at least a teaspoon of it, preferably with a meal. it should calm her, at least. it acts as an anxiety medication but this is much, much more stronger. if she starts to become worse...let me know. and if it is needed, use violence."
your eyes snap open from a vicious nightmare.
the screams, the hands that came crawling from the depths of hell. the aeons, nanook...all of their voices were haunting you, calling you out to kill...kill...and kill. for dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan heng. dan hen⸻
"⸻y/n?"
the voices stop as your head snaps to the door, your heart racing. you took a moment to realize where you were at...and instantly, you knew that you were in the infirmary. you were back in herta's space station...but you couldn't remember anything but the feeling of blood painting your hands and a certain woman's death. due to the vial, unbeknownst to your knowledge, you were calm.
"are you awake?"
an familiar voice, and you gave a response. "yeah. i'm awake."
"we're coming in."
we're?
in came herta with two of armed men. each held an assault rifle...what was going on? why was herta coming in with two bodyguards? did something happen?
but you remained calm nonetheless.
"oh, herta..." with a puzzled look, you look towards the guards. "what's going on?"
there was a look on herta's face for a moment. "i see. you really don't remember anything?" she asked, tapping her chin for a moment. "it's best that you don't remember. after all, it may just wake something up."
"huh?" you tilted your head. "what are you talking about?"
herta shook her head. "...no, no. there's no use hiding it, herta," she told herself, "allow me to tell you what happened...why you're here...and what will happen from now on."
you began to sweat. where was march? dan heng...?
dan heng... dan heng? where⸻?
"last night, you, march and dan heng went on a expedition to xianzhou luofu. there, you ran some errands which was whatever. you always seem to do that. but according to march and dan heng, they had lost you for a good hour or two. they eventually found you in an alleyway, murdering a woman. concerning enough, you went ahead and hugged dan heng, confessing your love to him, acting all joyful while not remembering a single thing."
you fell silent...
ah, that's right. that useless woman, an unfamiliar voice rings through your head. but your expression remains dumbfounded.
"...huh? i don't...remember a thing."
"i see." herta took some notes down. "we've been monitoring you because of it. you don't remember anything and you also displayed a great amount of strength...but asides from that, how are you feeling? tired? any nausea? did you vomit?"
you shook your head. but then something was irking you. something was...
"where's dan heng?"
herta fell silent. she notated a few things.
"..hm. he's asleep in his room, i think."
your eyes snap back to herta. the gunmen positioned their assault rifles, aiming it at you. "how do know he's in his room?"
herta didn't seem to flinch. but she shook her head, gesturing her bodyguards to lower their guns, "it's just a guess. i have no relation to dan heng. he is yours, after all."
oh, she was feeding you.
but your head began to hurt⸻that ringing again. these voices...
...what just happened?
you shook your head, looking towards the gunmen and herta. "...huh? what were we talking about?" you looked around dumbfounded, truly not knowing what was going on. "sorry, i just...can't remember anything. where's march and everyone else?"
herta's eyes softened. you mentioned march, instead of dan heng. that was a good sign, at least.
"i think they're back at the train. but you will be remaining here for a little bit. doctor's orders." herta nodded.
"ah...alright." you were puzzled, but your eyes softened at herta's orders. you would remain here for a bit. you wondered about your friends though...
...and dan heng.
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr x reader#dan heng#hsr dan heng#dan heng x reader#honkai star rail dan heng
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Okay, so we know Eddie gets jealous and possessive of Buck when Buck meets/flirts with someone, but my question is: what would it take for Buck to get all jealous and blatantly possessive over Eddie? I know he's been put off and kind taken aback when Eddie started dating Ana but that's all. (At least I think. My memory ain't the best)
Honestly we’ve seen Buck be jealous throughout the show, but it’s not as blatantly obvious as Eddie is. Where Eddie is more obvious and possessive, Buck is slightly more subtle in a very unlike Buck way. Here are some moments where we’ve had peak jealous!Buck.
Back in season 2 when Shannon comes back, we see the first few moments of Buck being jealous. They’re all in such subtle ways that someone would probably not consider he was jealous upon first glance. When Eddie is telling him about sleeping with Shannon again, Buck’s entire body language is closed off and he seems like he really doesn’t want to be in that conversation at all. The way he shakes his shoulders and doesn’t want to look Eddie in the eyes when he says, “You said it best brother” is typical deflating and minor jealousy on his part. We know he is because even when he’s complaining to Chimney about Eddie sleeping with his wife again, it seems like he’s upset that Eddie kept that away from him of all people.
Then, when Eddie is FaceTiming Shannon, we come to find out that Buck was just casually lurking around in the background when he jumps off the truck. Again, his facial expressions show he’s jealous over Eddie rekindling things with his wife. His little attitude response when Eddie asks him if they would have to get married again, further proves he’s not being a supportive friend, even though he’s trying to be. He’s very sarcastic and he immediately walks away from that whole situation, almost as if the idea of Eddie remarrying his wife is something that doesn’t sit well with Buck.
In season 3, the first glimpse we get of jealous!Buck is when he visits the firehouse when he’s a fire Marshall and sees Bosko. In that moment when she calls out Diaz, you can see Buck squint his eyes and close off immediately. He gets all prickly when he asks Bobby, “Uh who is that?” The man literally couldn’t help himself. He walked up to her name and ripped it off his nameplate. Show me a more jealous behavior than that please?!
Later on, the mere mention of Ana made Buck all prickly. But once again, whereas Eddie is overtly obvious in his jealous when it pertains Buck, Buck is the opposite. He says things that Eddie told him in confidence. Sure that’s not a good trait but we should look at how he says those things.
When he blurts out that Eddie may have met someone but he bit her head off, he purposefully mentions it in front of Bobby. Sometimes, when someone is jealous, they can’t help what comes out of their mouths. Clearly Buck is bothered by it because he says something Eddie told him in confidence, and then puts on that innocent expression, almost as if to say, oops I didn’t mean to 🥹. That’s a typical jealous behavior and once more it speaks volumes as to how much Buck dislikes the topic of Eddie with any other woman. He could have been supportive in that moment but he didn’t even try to be.
We all know how this episode ended and who was shown to be the better partner for Eddie in the end and it wasn’t Ana.
Before I continue about the topic of Ana and Buck’s subtle (or not so subtle) jealousy, let’s all remember the crossover episode. Sure we got a glimpse of Eddie being jealous and going so far as to playfully punch Buck’s arm because he thought he was looking at Marjan. But what a lot of people don’t talk about is Buck’s reaction to finding out Eddie is actually pairing up with Marjan.
He was all excited to be able to work with his partner in crime to tackle this wildfire. When Eddie broke the news that he won’t be working with Buck, we saw hurt flash momentarily in his eyes. But that was nothing compared to him realizing who Eddie would be working with. Once again, he squints his eyes and seems upset that not only will they not be working together, but Eddie would be working with the fabulous Firefox.
You can see how Buck does a full body wince. He’s taken aback. It’s not obvious, but it’s there. He looks on in disbelief because he can’t fathom his partner willingly working with anyone that’s not him. Not even that, but with the supremely competent, female firefighter. He seems to be at a loss for words and I find their entire interaction in this moment hilarious because Eddie was too smug for his own good. He knew exactly what he was doing and what games he was playing with Buck. Nobody can convince me that Eddie didn’t purposefully choose to work with Marjan to somehow make Buck jealous, almost to get back at him for staring at her earlier in the day. Case in point, both men were jealous over a woman who couldn’t be any less interested in either man lol.
Upon the reappearance of Ana in Eddie’s life, we got to see Buck losing his grip on his subtle jealousy. The second Eddie mentions running into Ana again, Buck doesn’t even wait to bring her up in front of the team when he casually asks Eddie what he thinks Ana’s love language is. When Eddie looks at him in a I can’t believe you said that right now way, Buck just puts on his little innocent eyes and shrugs, almost as if he didn’t realize it was meant to be a secret. He did the same when he blurted out about Ana to Bobby back in season 3. You can clearly tell he’s not sorry for letting everyone know Eddie ran into Ana again. It’s definitely a sign of jealousy when one person can’t help but talk about the person who may possibly be their competition in such a way that can bring forth negative reactions. He was hoping that would be the case here when he brought up her name because by the teams reactions, it was obvious that they weren’t all that happy about her reappearance. But of course to Buck, it didn’t register that he should be a supportive friend because he had his green googles on and frankly didn’t care to support his partner on his possible new romance.
We also get to see a glimpse of Buck’s facial expression in the end of that episode when Eddie tells the team he has other plans. The camera focuses on Bobby sure, but you can definitely see Buck squinting his eyes in disbelief. They don’t keep things away from each other and that is the first time Buck is clearly hearing about Eddie’s other plans. So I’m sure he had put two and two together and realized in that moment that Eddie is going to be meeting up with Ana. He kinda looks upset and looks away from Eddie, almost as if he really can’t believe his partner is choosing someone else to spend his time with. His expression is peak jealousy here but again, in the subtle, blink or you won’t notice kinda way.
It’s funny that we didn’t see these two talking about Eddie’s relationship at all. The next time we see Buck somewhat acting in a subtle jealous manner is when he was babysitting for Eddie. You can tell he really didn’t care for Eddie’s date but something was eating inside him where he just had to ask about the date. The way he went about it was most definitely not a best friend being genuinely supportive and interested but of someone who seemed to be wanting to torture themselves with knowledge they didn’t want or need. He was stuttering, almost as if it was a hassle to even get those words out.
Also, a key thing to remember about Buck during the whole Eddie/Ana phase is that he started dating the same exact time Eddie did. If that isn’t a key jealous behavior, a sort of way to preserve his own heartbreak and get out there to forget about the possible love of his life dating someone who is not him, then idk what that is.
The final time I believe we see Buck acting in a jealous manner is in the beginning of season 5, where the team is teasing Eddie about meeting Ana’s family and how serious things are getting. His facial expressions are super forced and he’s not being genuine with his support. The way he can’t even look Eddie in the eyes when he says, “Sounds pretty serious” speaks for itself. Not only that but you can kinda hear the pain in his voice. He’s now realizing that things really are becoming serious with them and that he may possibly be losing Eddie.
His lingering looks to Eddie just confirms how he rather not be having that conversation but he can’t help steal looks at the man who possibly means more than anything to him.
There’s just so much there that is left unspoken between these two. Buck has shown to be jealous throughout the entirety of him knowing Eddie. It’s just not as loud and as obvious as Eddie has been. They’re the opposite of their typical personalities. Where Eddie is normally reserved and calm, when he becomes jealous over Buck, he becomes possessive and loud. Where Buck is outgoing and loud, he becomes sassy and closed off when he’s jealous. I mean I would love to see Buck become a bit possessive in a healthy way soon but I guess we’re gonna have to wait and see. Just know that we have had moments where we’ve seen Buck act jealous over other people in Eddie’s life, it’s just not as obvious!
#juju answers#adastradaniel#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#Shannon Diaz#Ana Flores#Buck being jealous is a thing#jealousy between these two bc they’re so in love but can’t do anything about it#bc they’re dumb idiots in love#buddie meta#911 meta#911 on fox
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It’s been a while but do you have any headcanons on GirlCock!Sam & GirlCock!Tory sharing a chubby pregnant reader?
Girlcock!Sam LaRusso and Girlcock!Tory Nichols x Chubby!Pregnant!Reader NSFW Headcanons
I wasn't sure if you mean for pregnant!Reader to be their gf or single!pregnant!Reader, so I went with the latter because why not 🤷♀️ (unedited
💞 They're both extremely protective of Reader. As soon as they met her and learned that she's pregnant, one of them is always at her side, asking her if she needs anything, taking care of her on bad days. They have huge crushes on her, but understand if she'd like to stay just friends with them. She already has a lot going on and they're there to support her and lighten the load, not make it more complicated.
💞 Tory is better at hiding her feelings than Sam is, or at least she thinks she is. She isn't following Reader on her heels or making gaga eyes at her like Sam does. However, her feelings show through with how much she does for Reader throughout her pregnancy when she doesn't have to. Acts of service is one of her love languages.
💞 Tory's a little more in tune with the struggles Reader is going through, however where Tory was thrust into playing a motherly role for her little brother, Reader has a little time to prepare. It's still going to be hard, but Tory tries to give Reader the best advice she can, though she has little experience with newborns; she was a tad too young when her brother was born to remember those times. On the other hand, Sam is asking her parents for advice to pass on to Reader.
💞As Reader gets bigger and fills out more, both Tory and Sam can't keep their eyes off of her. When one catches the other staring, it starts an argument. The more it happens, the more they dislike each other and butt heads. They never start anything in front of Reader, but Tory always tells Sam to back off in private and Sam will hunt Tory down to tell her off.
💞When Reader asks them to come over together, they don't expect her to shyly ask them for help. She admits to finding them both attractive and wanting them to fuck her. It's the last thing they expect and they want to fight about it, but when she said she wanted both of them, she sure as shit meant both of them. At the same time. So they get around the idea of sharing.
💞They have Reader on her hands and knees, belly hanging low, thick thighs on display, . Tory is behind her, three fingers knuckle deep in her cunt to prep her while Sam makes out with Reader. Sam holds her up, makes sure she isn't holding all her weight on her own arms, so she lets her rest her upper body rest against her. She loves feeling Reader's fingers in her hair while they twist tongues and Reader is a moaning mess.
💞In the middle of them making out, Tory pulls her fingers out and uses Reader's arousal to wet her cock. Whatever is left, she sucks off of her fingers before thrusting into Reader's sopping wet cunt. It pushes Reader into Sam more and they hold each other while Tory let's her adjust to her big, thick cock. Not for long though before she's fucking into her and rocking Reader into Sam. It's a little rough but not too hard.
💞Sam holds Reader, watching her pleasure filled face. She uses one hand to tug on her own cock, but slowly. She kisses Reader and eats up her moans. Absolutely loves it.
💞Tory holds Reader's hips and they're so soft and tender. She squeezes them to make Reader moans loud, chuckling under her breath because she loves to pull those sounds of pleasure out of her.
💞They love showering her with affection in this moment, telling her how pretty she is; "such a pretty mama" "so beautiful, just for us" "nice full tits, these wide hips, fuck-" They're the queens of giving praise to Reader but berating (degrading) each other.
💞When Tory makes Reader come, Sam is already rubbing at her clit hoping to make her squirt all over them. And she does, making a mess out of them all and it's glorious. Tory gets a little huffy when the pressure pushes her out of Reader's tight pregnant cunt, but she's quick to fix that so she can fill her up with a nice fat creampie. That way, when she finishes, it leaks out all over Sam's cock. She likes to be nasty sometimes.
💞Sam let's Reader rest, cuddled up against her as she catches her breath, while Troy watches her load slip out from between her twitchy pussy lips. Then when Reader is ready, Sam kinda pushes Toey out of the way, straddles Reader's thigh and holds her opposite leg over her shoulder, and fucks her used and creamy pussy.
💞While Sam is going at it, pounding Reader's cunt and making her wet, frothy cunt squelch loudly, Tory is laying with Reader. She's holding Reader's belly, caressing it while telling her how good she's being for them. They start kissing and making out, one of Tory's hands massages Reader's breasts in the meantime.
💞Sam finds herself loving the view. She pushes Reader's legs up so she can reach out and toy with Tory's breasts. She smirks as she makes Tory groan into Reader's mouth, teasing her as she rocks Reader's body. It's a little bit too fun for her, but she's the one in the control right then and there, so it doesn't really matter. She's running the show and watching it, delightfully so.
💞Once Sam comes and overstuffs Reader's cunt, she pulls out and gently let's her leg down. She gets up to initiate aftercare, getting a wet rag to clean up Reader so she doesn't have to worry about it at all. Meanwhile, Tory starts massaging Reader's hips, knowing they're going to be sore later.
💞They take such good care of her. Goodness gracious, they pamper her. It's as if they get a renewed vigor just to take care of her. Reader doesn't know what to do with herself, but she feels so nice as they clean her up and help her get into a fresh set of pajamas. Then they lay her down again and shower her in kisses. Maybe they squabble over who gets to kiss her more or when it's her turn, but it's all forgotten when Reader groans and whines for them to stop it. So they do, for now. It'll happen again, but they can learn to get along just for her. Thanks to her.
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Another comparison between Sydney and Claire - The Meet Cute
Credits to: @velvetimbre for this post
We all know the infamous speculation about whether Sydney lied about eating at The Beef or not. What is found even more hilarious is the fact that we're speculating that Claire planned her grocery store encounter with Carmy.
This is unhinged. Like, truly mind-boggling.
Because, the biggest hint that we ever got to Sydney lying was in episode 8, aka the season 1 finale, when she reveals to Marcus that she didn't eat out a lot.
Similarly, we find out in episode 10 aka the season 2 finale Claire has always had this huge crush on Carmy. Meaning that there could be a decent enough chance that she planned the encounter.
It's just the way that these fan theories directly have similarities about how deliberate the planning was while also working as juxtapositions as their reasons were different.
Sydney, while yes, could hold attraction to him, was more on the professional side for her career. Carmy is the best chef in the country and she strives to learn a lot from him to improve her skill. I also want to add that while I think she was planning to talk to him about his career, I feel like she isn't necessarily holding onto that question. I feel like she would have been fine with waiting to ask him at a later day. But because he's the one who is asking her more about herself, she decides to return it by asking about what he's doing there.
It's also really sweet that she asks him before to clarify if it's okay, to ask him a question. This might allude to her thinking that it was a touchy subject, so she made sure to ask first if it was okay. And it's so sweet, especially since we know Carmy, we know he's shy. He runs along with people always telling him what to do or say, and even though this is little detail, it's nice that she gives him a choice with this.
Throughout the show, he's more of the person who kind of breaks down her walls a bit and wants to get to know her on a more personal level. And she begins to feel more comfortable with this and is really glad to have him as a maybe friend.
With Claire, (this isn't meant to be taken in the wrong way) her motive came from wanting to pursue a relationship with him. It begins with some small talk that feels natural but then starts to feel a bit rehearsed when she says "Cause you're the bear, and I remember you." And she segways their earlier banter as a way to get his number.
Her actions and body language are purposely flirty. The way that her voice is when she talks to him, she wants to mesmerise him with her actions. Specifically after he gives her his 'number' she looks back up with her wide eyes and slightly says "Kay."
I also remember thinking when I saw their meet-cute and how Claire/Molly was acting out her lines, how it felt like she was reading off a script for an audition tape. (Molly is a talented actress in Shiva Baby, Good Boys, Broken hearts Gallery and Booksmart, so watching this scene felt off). But then it hit me. It was meant to be that way. Claire essentially rehearsed her lines to come off confident and cool when she finally got a chance to see Carmy.
Like, I feel like she would look way more shocked, nervous and stumbling over her words and sentences if that was the first time she saw him.
Even the most confident person feels so jittery over seeing their long-term crush. She seemed like she planned what to say to him before she saw him again. Even if it had not been that specific day that she thought she would see him, she probably has walked around here and there in hopes that she would see him again.
#carmy x sydney#Sydney Adamu#Carmy Berzatto#Carmen Berzatto#Anti Claire Bear#Not an anti claire bear#sydcarmy
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SFW Alphabet - Tsireya
A/N -> This template isn't mine, I don't remember where I found it so if it's yours don't hesitate to tell me so I can credit you.
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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
Tsireya admires her partner's intelligence and quick wit, often finding herself impressed by their ability to think on their feet and come up with creative solutions to problems. She also appreciates their sense of humor, enjoying the way they can make her laugh and lighten her mood. One particular trait that Tsireya admires in her partner is their loyalty and dedication to their loved ones, as she values these qualities highly. She might also admire the way they always go out of their way to help their friends and family, or the way they stand up for what they believe in and defend the people they care about.
B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)
Tsireya's favorite part of her partner's body might be their strong, capable hands, which she finds reassuring and comforting. She might also admire their toned and athletic physique, which is the result of a healthy lifestyle. One particular feature that Tsireya finds particularly attractive is her partner's piercing eyes, which seem to sparkle and dance whenever they are happy or amused. She might find herself drawn to the way they light up when they are telling a joke or sharing a funny story, or the way they convey emotion and depth through their gaze.
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
She might enjoy cuddling with her partner in a variety of ways, depending on their mood and the situation. She might enjoy snuggling up close to them while the sunset, or nestling into their embrace when they are sitting together. She might also enjoy stealing quick kisses and hugs throughout the day, finding these small gestures of affection to be comforting and reassuring. When cuddling with her partner, Tsireya might be affectionate and attentive, making them feel loved and valued. She might stroke their hair or run her fingers over their skin, or simply hold them close and offer a comforting presence.
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
Her ideal date with her partner might involve a mix of activities that allow them to have fun and spend quality time together, keeping in mind the unique culture and environment of Pandora. She might enjoy exploring the diverse ecosystems of the planet, such as the rainforests or floating mountains, and participating in traditional Na'vi activities such as hunting or gathering. Tsireya might also enjoy attending cultural events or ceremonies, such as storytelling sessions or dances, or simply spending time with her partner in a peaceful and natural setting, such as by a river or under the stars. Tsireya values being able to connect with her partner on a deeper level and having meaningful conversations, as well as simply enjoying each other's company and having a good time.
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
Tsireya might express her emotions around her partner in an open and honest way, feeling comfortable with showing vulnerability and sharing her feelings. She might be especially emotional when it comes to matters of the heart, as she values deep connections and is fiercely loyal to the people she loves. Tsireya might also be expressive with her body language and facial expressions, using these cues to convey her emotions and reactions to different situations. She might smile or laugh when she is happy, furrow her brow or purse her lips when she is concerned or upset. Tsireya might also be open to discussing her feelings and listening to her partner's perspective, valuing the opportunity to communicate and understand each other on a deeper level.
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
She might want to start a family with her partner at some point in the future, valuing the sense of connection and support that comes with being part of a family. As a member of the Metkayina clan, Tsireya has a strong sense of community and tradition, and she might want to raise her own children with these values in mind. She might also value the opportunity to create a home and build a life with her partner, finding fulfillment and meaning in the everyday moments and routines of family life. Tsireya might envision a future in which they share responsibilities and support each other in raising their children, fostering a warm and loving environment for their family to grow and thrive.
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
Tsireya might have mixed feelings about gift giving, depending on the context and the intentions behind the gift. She might appreciate thoughtful and meaningful gifts that show that her partner has taken the time to consider her interests and preferences, and that reflect the unique qualities of their relationship. Tsireya might enjoy receiving a handmade gift or something that has special significance or sentimental value. On the other hand, Tsireya might be more skeptical of gifts that seem overly extravagant or showy, feeling that they are more about impressing others than about genuine thoughtfulness or affection. She might also prefer to focus on experiences and shared activities rather than material possessions, finding that these are more meaningful and lasting ways to show her love and appreciation.
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
She might enjoy holding hands with her partner in a variety of contexts, as a way of expressing affection and connection. She might find that this simple gesture brings a sense of comfort and reassurance, especially in times of stress or uncertainty. Tsireya might also enjoy the physical contact and intimacy of holding hands, finding that it helps her feel closer and more connected to her partner. Tsireya might also appreciate different ways of holding hands, such as interlacing her fingers with her partner's or gently rubbing the back of their hand with her thumb.
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
If Tsireya's partner were to get hurt, Tsireya might react with concern and compassion, doing her best to comfort and care for them. She might ask them questions to assess the extent of their injury and determine the best course of action, such as whether they need Ronal’s attention or can be treated by herself. Tsireya might also offer emotional support, reassuring her partner that everything will be alright and that she is there for them. Depending on the severity of the injury, Tsireya might take on tasks or responsibilities to help her partner rest and recover, or simply be present for them as a supportive and caring presence.
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
Tsireya has a good sense of humor, and might use it to bring joy and levity to her relationships and interactions. She might enjoy telling jokes or making puns, and might find that humor is a good way to lighten the mood and bring people together. Tsireya's sense of humor is mainly based on her interests and experiences and might involve elements of wit, absurdity, or wordplay. She might also enjoy making jokes or pranks that are based on inside jokes or shared experiences, finding that these bring a sense of connection and understanding to her interactions with others.
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
She might have a preference for a certain style or approach when it comes to kisses, depending on her mood and the context. She might enjoy a range of kisses, from gentle and affectionate to passionate and intense, and might find that different kisses are appropriate for different occasions. Tsireya might enjoy a tender and romantic kiss on the lips as a way of expressing love and affection, or a playful and teasing kiss on the cheek or forehead as a way of showing affection in a more lighthearted way. She also enjoys exploring different types of kisses with her partner, such as butterfly kisses, Eskimo kisses, or French kisses. Tsireya might appreciate the intimacy and connection that comes with kissing, and might find that it is an important part of her relationship with her partner.
L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)
Tsireya is a very affectionate and loving person, and might express her feelings through physical touch, such as hugging, holding hands, or cuddling. Tsireya might also be a very thoughtful and considerate partner, and might show her love through acts of kindness or thoughtfulness, such as doing favors or errands, or surprising her partner with small gifts or gestures. She might also be very verbal and expressive when it comes to her feelings, and might enjoy telling her partner how much she loves them and how much they mean to her.
M = Memory (favorite memory together?)
Tsireya's favorite memory with her partner is a day they spent together exploring the ocean. They started the day by diving in a beautiful coral reef, marveling at the colorful fish and other sea creatures that surrounded them. As they swam, Tsireya's partner surprised her by presenting her with a beautiful shell that they had found, carefully wrapped in seaweed. Tsireya was touched by the gesture, and felt grateful for the thoughtfulness and consideration her partner showed her.
After their free-dive, they spent the rest of the day relaxing on the beach, soaking up the sun and enjoying each other's company. They played games and told stories. As the sun set, they cuddled up together and watched the stars come out, feeling grateful and content in each other's presence. Tsireya remembers this day as a perfect moment of love, connection, and happiness, and cherishes the memories of it.
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
Her worst fear concerning her partner might be the fear that they will be hurt or injured in some way. She might worry about their safety and well-being, and might feel anxious or fearful when they are in situations that seem potentially dangerous or risky. Tsireya might also be afraid of her partner rejecting her, either emotionally or physically. She might worry that she is not good enough or that she is not worthy of their love and affection. She might try to hide her fears from her partner, or might try to find ways to cope with them on her own.
O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)
Tsireya has a habit of collecting small, interesting objects from the ocean floor and keeping them in a small wooden box that she keeps hidden in her room. She finds these objects during her free diving expeditions, and is drawn to their beauty, uniqueness, and potential for storytelling. She might have a small, intricately-carved shell that she found during a particularly deep free-dive, or a smooth, polished stone that she discovered while exploring a new coral reef. Tsireya takes great care in selecting these objects, and finds that they bring her joy and inspiration.
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
She might have a particular way of addressing them, or might use a special nickname or term of endearment when speaking to them. This pet name might be something silly or playful, or it might be more serious and meaningful. Tsireya might call them "honey," "sweetheart," or "darling," or she might use a more creative or unique term of endearment, such as "my shining star" or "my ocean explorer."
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
Tsireya and her partner might enjoy spending quality time together in a variety of different ways. They might spend their time together engaging in shared hobbies or interests, such as free diving, exploring the ocean, or spending time in nature. Tsireya might appreciate the opportunity to connect with her partner on a deeper level, and might enjoy the opportunity to share experiences and create new memories together.
R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)
The song that reminds Tsireya of her partner is "Under the Sea" by Sammy Fain and Jack Lawrence. The song's lyrics speak of the wonders of the sea and the joys of finding one's true love, and might resonate with Tsireya and her partner's shared love of the ocean and their connection to each other. Tsireya might find that this song brings back memories of playful moments spent with her partner, such as swimming and diving together, or of more romantic moments spent gazing at the stars or cuddling on the beach.
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
Tsireya is someone who is quite comfortable sharing her deepest thoughts and feelings with her partner, and might value the opportunity to be vulnerable and open with the person she loves. Regardless of their individual tendencies, it is important for Tsireya and her partner to find a balance and to communicate openly and honestly with each other. Tsireya might appreciate the opportunity to feel trusted and understood by her partner, and might value the chance to share her innermost thoughts and feelings.
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
Tsireya and her partner met when they were just teenagers, and they immediately hit it off. They were both passionate about the ocean and shared a deep love of diving, and they quickly became close friends. Over time, their friendship deepened and they realized that they had strong feelings for each other. However, Tsireya and her partner faced a number of challenges as they navigated the complexities of their relationship. Tsireya's responsibilities as a member of the Metkayina clan sometimes kept her busy, and her partner struggled with feelings of insecurity and self-doubt. Despite these challenges, they persevered, and they grew stronger and more committed to each other over time. It took them several years to fully recognize and embrace their feelings for each other, but when they finally did, it was a moment of great joy and celebration.
U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)
When Tsireya's partner is upset, she is likely to react with care and concern, and to try to offer her partner comfort and support. She might listen to her partner's concerns, try to offer reassurance, or try to help her partner find a solution to the problem that is causing their upset. Tsireya is likely to be patient and understanding, recognizing that it is normal for people to feel upset from time to time, and that it is important to allow her partner the space and time to process their emotions. She might also try to be a supportive and loving presence, offering her partner a shoulder to lean on or a comforting embrace.
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)
She is proud of many things, including her achievements as a member of the Metkayina clan, her accomplishments as a free diver. She is also proud of her partner, and the strong bond that they share. Tsireya may not be the type to show off or boast about her own achievements, but she is likely to be supportive and encouraging of her partner and celebrate their successes with them. She might be more inclined to share her partner's achievements with others and to express her pride in their accomplishments. Tsireya values hard work and dedication, and she is likely to appreciate and support the efforts of those she cares about.
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
While Tsireya may not have formal training as a warrior, she is fiercely loyal and will stand up for her partner and those she cares about. She is not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes in, and she is willing to take risks to protect those she loves. Tsireya values honor and loyalty and will do whatever it takes to defend those she cares about. She is also a strong and capable leader, and in times of crisis she is likely to take charge and use her knowledge and skills to help her partner and others stay safe. Tsireya is a courageous and determined person, and she is likely to be a calm and steady presence for her partner in times of conflict, offering guidance and support.
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
Tsireya is a deeply empathetic and intuitive person, and she has a keen ability to read people and understand their emotions and motivations. She is likely to be very attuned to her partner's feelings and moods, and to be able to sense when something is wrong or when they are upset. Tsireya is a good listener and is likely to be patient and understanding when her partner wants to talk about their feelings or concerns. She is also likely to be a supportive and caring partner, offering comfort and reassurance when her partner is feeling down.
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
She is a romantic person at heart, and she is likely to have a strong sense of tradition and respect for the rituals and customs of her clan. When it comes to proposing to her partner, she is likely to put a lot of thought and care into the gesture, seeking to create a memorable and meaningful experience. Tsireya might choose to propose in a special location, such as at the Cove of the Ancestors or at a beautiful spot in the ocean, surrounded by the beauty and majesty of Pandora.
Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)
Tsireya is a deeply spiritual person, with a close connection to the natural world and a deep appreciation for the sacred rituals and traditions of her clan. She finds peace and calm in the ocean and in the company of her family and loved ones. For Tsireya, spending time in nature and participating in traditional Na'vi practices, such as singing and dancing, help to bring a sense of balance and harmony to her life. Tsireya is also a compassionate and caring person, and she finds great joy in helping others and in making a positive impact in the world. For her, the simple pleasures in life, such as spending time with loved ones and enjoying the beauty of Pandora, bring a sense of contentment and inner peace.
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Scared Vi
The thing I was finally able to put into a thought and into words after staring at gifs for 2 hours straight: throughout all the post-timeskip Arcane Vi is fucking scared of everything that's going on around her. AND she's on the brink of losing it pretty often. I need to rewatch (no idea when I'll be brave enough to ride this rollercoaster again) but I didn't notice it while watching, because, WELL, there was already TOO MUCH to take in, so some more subtle details escaped me. I've caught that Vi is very vulnerable in her honesty, openness and straightforwardness, but that wasn't all to it, and it bothered me! Because all three don't ooze the vulnerability 24/7 and that's what Vi looks like to me nearly all the time!
So I was wondering.
And here's the answer. She's been suddenly released out of her cell into the world that is now completely unknown to her. Yes the air of freedom is great, and she enjoys it, but at the same time there's always this frightened undertone.
She's constantly on the edge.
Not in the least because when things that used to be familiar, like your home, ones you used to know like the back of your hand, change but not completely, it's the worst trap of all, the most confusing and anxiety inducing. How much of what you remember is still the same? How much changed? Can you trust its exterior even if it looks the same? Or would it betray you in the worst possible moment? How do new things work? How do they work WITH the old things? I've experienced it once coming back to my former workplace that changed quite a lot but no one bothered to fill me in so I was piecing together the information for a YEAR. And I might not be the brightest but I'm not dumb either. I'm pretty good with systems. It was BAD.
So I can't imagine how much worse and disoriented Vi must have felt. And Caitlyn took her out of jail to SHOW HER AROUND. Having no idea how the world Vi used to know so well changed just in several years. So she's on a look out all the time. And her eyes, her expression betrays her put up exterior of confidence and maybe even arrogance, leaking this anxiety and straight up fear almost all the time.
She looks like a frightened, lost little girl. And when she doesn't, she looks like a desperate teenage girl who tries to punch her way out of every problem because she's backed into a corner and that's the only way she knows, even if it never helps. (No seriously, the only time it helped was against Silco's thugs and EVEN THEN they weren't completely dealt with and kept causing problems straight up to the bridge fighting scene. Vi's fists kept her alive and safer but they never SOLVED anything.)
I think the way she looks just SCREAMS fear and anxiety when she and Powder/Jinx fight back to back after the torch scene. Jinx looks like she's completely in her element, she knows these guys, she's been in situations like this time after time. It's habitual. She's very confident and almost careless there, moves freely, she knows what she's doing. She might even enjoy it. Vi, on the opposite... Vi, who's all about loose body language, free movement and such - nearly curls up into a ball against Jinx's back, keeping her fists and elbows close to herself. Vi NEVER looked like this again, I think. I... believe she was the most thrown off kilter back then. She finally found her most treasured and the only remaining piece of her past - her sister, and sure, lil Powpow changed, she had to survive, but she's still Vi's little sister!
Right?..
Wrong. Powder-Jinx back then is the quintessence of the trap Zaun is to Vi now: familiar pieces are all there, they're recognizable even if a bit changed, but you never know what lurks under the surface.
And gods does Jinx just demolish every last bit of the ground Vi was standing on. It's not even when Jinx goes full on unhinged, it's when she simply starts blasting bullets all around. When she fights and she's confident in what she does. Vi doesn't know this girl. Vi doesn't know this gang flying around. I bet she doesn't even know this TECHNOLOGY because the world made a whole leap technologically while she was stuck in her cell isolated from pretty much everything. It's like a literal time skip for her. And she doesn't know what to trust, so she can't trust anything no matter how much she wants to. And she HAS to want it, because she looked genuinely hopeful fresh out of Stillwater. Before she saw what her home turned into. Silco really did bring the monster out of it, not just himself or Jinx or shimmer junkies. The whole city. So Vi looks small, and frightened, and I think she's even panicking back in that scene.
She's ready to snap at any moment.
It's very interesting to me, because she looks tough and very mentally healthy on the surface but boooy are there mountains hidden underneath.
Vi does snap, actually. Several times. Her voice cracks as she's trying to convince Ekko she's THE Vi, same she used to be. She charges at Sevika TWICE. I think second time was much worse btw. She literally downs a drink IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT - I don't think it was out of mental stability. And, well, the cry in the end. She won, and it helped nothing again. Even her mental state. Another fragile moment with Vi is the way she looks around her sister. Vi is confident and action-charged by nature, she's energetic and isn't shy to take up space. So she never looks small... except when she's around Jinx. She's drowning in guilt, and this guilt is spilling out.
Interestingly enough, scenes when Vi DOESN'T have this scared/guilty/anxious/desperate look is around Cait. She's either playful, or actually confident, or even RELAXED. Which is... wow, all things considered. Part of it is a put up facade, of course, but only in the beginning. The ship sails itself huh...
A lot of people pointed out Caitlyn is about future in Vi's life centered around the past, but I think what's more important is that Cait is about the present. Plus, she's a familiar - an enforcer, a topside - turned unfamiliar in a GOOD way.
Gods once again I'm baffled at the level Arcane is thought through. These are subtle, small details, expressions that aren't exposed or accentuated like many other ones. They are underlying, but once you notice them it's a whole new tapestry unfolding right before your eyes.
As you can see, I'm very normal about Arcane and Vi in particular, yup, totally cool 😌👌✨
#yes I've watched Arcane just like a week ago what of it#sorry if it's been mentioned multiple times by now#I only watched several essays on YT and none talked about this#so#I'm kinda hyperfixated on Vi as you can probably see#this insane amount of work the creative team put into the characters#gods I'm so glad I can witness this masterpiece#arcane#vi arcane#jinx arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn arcane
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