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yournameloveskpop · 3 days

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Hi can you write about y/n telling sunoo that she can't sleep in midnight so they ended up having sex in bed until 3 am

Thank you!!

Midnight to 3 AM

Paring: Sunoo x Reader

Warning: smut, using the word baby, rough sex,

Style: Romance, NFSW

Word count: 2451

Y/N tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position in her bed. Next to her, Sunoo was fast asleep. He had come over after a long, intense schedule with Enhypen and had tried to stay awake with her, but exhaustion had won out.

Y/N sighed and rolled onto her side to admire Sunoo's sleeping form. He was just as cute asleep as he was awake, with his pouty lips squished against the pillow and his hand clutching her T-shirt for comfort.

“Why can't I sleep like you?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Sunoo stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. "Baby, why are you still awake?" he murmured, his voice low and groggy.

Y/N glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "I can't sleep," she admitted softly.

Sunoo reached over and turned on the soft-lit bed lamp. "Do you want to cuddle?" he asked, looking at her with concern.

Y/N nodded, shuffling closer to Sunoo, who wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek gently. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his hand making soothing circles on her back.

Y/N hesitated, biting her lip. "A lot of... personal things," she said, her voice trailing off.

Sunoo raised an eyebrow, sensing her discomfort. "You can trust me. Tell me what's bothering you," he encouraged, his voice soft and reassuring.

Y/N took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I've been... struggling," she confessed. "I stay up all night trying to... satisfy myself, but nothing seems to work."

Sunoo's eyes softened with understanding. "Oh, I see," he said gently. "What have you tried?"

"Everything," Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Pillows, my fingers, toys... nothing helps."

Sunoo's hand continued to make soothing circles on her back. "You know you always have me to help you out with that, right?" he said, a teasing note in his voice.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Yeah I know but you’re always so tired and I don’t want to bother you with my problems?"

"Y/N, you’re my girlfriend. If you’re having this type of trouble you’re supposed to come to me," Sunoo teased, his fingers slipping into her pajama shorts. "Now. . . Did you want to feel something like this?" he asked, his fingers circling her clit slowly.

A shiver ran through Y/N's body as she nodded. "Yes, please," she whispered.

Sunoo's lips brushed against her cheek, then her neck, sending waves of pleasure through her. "Just relax," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, his fingers maintaining their gentle, teasing movements.

"Yeah," she breathed, her hands gripping the sheets. "More than comfortable."

Sunoo rolled on top of her, his fingers still rubbing her clit. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"God, yes," she moaned, her back arching slightly.

With a deft movement, Sunoo pulled her shorts off, spreading her legs apart to get a better angle. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes drinking her in.

Y/N blushed, biting her lip. "You're making me feel amazing," she said, her voice barely audible.

Sunoo's touch grew more confident, more assured, as he found a rhythm that made her gasp. "You want me to go faster? Tell me what you want, baby," he asked, his fingers going a little faster.

"Faster, yes, please," she begged, her body trembling with need.

"Anything else?" he teased, his breath hot against her skin.

"Just... don't stop," she panted. "I want everything."

"Everything, huh?" Sunoo grinned, his fingers picking up speed. "I can do that."

He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. "How's this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Perfect," she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair.

Sunoo shifted slightly, his mouth trailing kisses down her body. "You trust me?" he asked, his lips brushing against her inner thigh.

"Yes, I trust you," she replied, her breath hitching in anticipation.

Sunoo's mouth found her clit, his tongue flicking out to taste her. "Like this?" he asked, his voice muffled against her.

"Yes," she moaned, her hips bucking against him. "Just like that."

Sunoo's fingers worked in tandem with his mouth, each movement precise and deliberate. "Tell me if it's too much," he murmured between licks.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice breaking with need. "Please, Sunoo."

His pace quickened, his fingers thrusting deeper as his tongue swirled around her clit. "You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

"Yes, oh god, yes," she cried, her body trembling.

"Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice a seductive purr.

With a final, shuddering gasp, Y/N came undone, her body writhing in ecstasy. "Sunoo," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Sunoo pulled away, his fingers and lips glistening with her juices. He licked his lips and fingers, savoring the taste. "You taste incredible," he murmured, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Y/N, still breathing heavily, looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm not done with you," she whispered, pulling him in for a heated, deep kiss.

Their tongues intertwined, and she felt a renewed surge of desire. "Take this off," she demanded, tugging at his shirt.

Sunoo grinned, lifting his arms to help her remove his top. "You're eager, aren't you?" he teased, his hands roaming over her body.

Y/N pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist. "You have no idea," she replied, her voice dripping with need.

Sunoo's hands slid down to her ass, squeezing and slapping it playfully. "I like it when you're like this," he said, his eyes dark with lust.

Y/N moaned at the sensation, her hips grinding against his. "You like that?" she asked, her breath hot against his ear.

"More than you know," he groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh.

She kissed down his chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses. "I've been thinking about this for days," she confessed, her lips brushing against his skin.

Sunoo's breathing quickened. "Tell me more," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire.

"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel," she said, her hands reaching the waistband of his pants. She pulled them down, freeing his hardened member.

Sunoo watched her intently, his breath hitching. "Do it," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Y/N took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Sunoo let out a deep, guttural moan, his hands tangling in her hair. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

She took him deeper, her head bobbing rhythmically. "You like that?" she asked, her voice muffled.

"Yes, God yes," he panted, his grip on her tightening. "Don't stop."

Y/N increased her pace, her hands working in tandem with her mouth. "You're so good," Sunoo moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. "So fucking good."

She pulled away for a moment, looking up at him with a sultry smile. "You taste amazing," she said, licking her lips.

Sunoo's eyes blazed with lust. "Come here," he growled, pulling her up to kiss her fiercely. "I want you."

Y/N straddled him again, positioning herself over his throbbing member. "Ready?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and desire.

"Always," he replied, his hands gripping her hips.

She lowered herself onto him, gasping at the sensation. "Oh, Sunoo," she moaned, her nails digging into his chest.

He thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal intensity. "You feel so good," he groaned, his hands guiding her rhythm.

"Harder," she begged, her voice desperate.

Sunoo obliged, his thrusts growing rougher and more urgent. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.

"Yes, yes," she cried out, her body moving in sync with his. "Don't stop."

Y/N bounced on his member hard, her hips rocking against his roughly. She knew exactly what she wanted from him. Sunoo watched her intensely, trying to match her thrusts. The way her hips moved against his and her breasts bounced in his face was driving him wild.

"Faster, Sunoo," she urged, her voice filled with need.

"You want it rougher?" he asked, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Yes, just like that," she moaned, her head falling back and face twisting in pleasure.

Sunoo's eyes darkened with lust. "You look so hot like this," he groaned, thrusting up into her with more force.

Y/N's pace quickened, her movements becoming more frantic. "I'm so close," she gasped, her body trembling.

"Me too," Sunoo grunted, his thrusts growing more erratic.

“Spank me," she demanded suddenly, her voice a mix of desperation and excitement.

Sunoo didn't hesitate, bringing his hand down on her ass with a sharp smack. "Like that?" he asked, a rough edge to his voice.

"Yes, more," she cried out, the sting mixing with pleasure.

He spanked her again, harder this time, his other hand gripping her waist to steady her. "You're amazing," he growled, his eyes locked on her.

Y/N's body shuddered with each slap, her movements growing more frenzied. "I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, her voice strained with intensity.

"Do it," Sunoo urged, his own release imminent. "Cum for me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Sunoo came inside her, his body convulsing. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers digging into her skin.

Y/N followed seconds later, her orgasm crashing over her. "Sunoo!" she screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably. She squirted heavily, the intense release overwhelming her senses.

Sunoo's eyes widened, watching in awe as she squirted. "Damn," he breathed, clearly impressed. "You really let go."

She collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing heavily. "You... made me do that," she said between breaths, a satisfied smile on her face.

Sunoo smirked, still catching his breath. "I liked it," he replied, his voice low and rough. "A lot."

Sunoo's grin widened. "Shall we see if I can make you squirt again?" he asked, already moving her onto her back.

Y/N nodded enthusiastically, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her last orgasm. "Yes, please," she said eagerly, her legs spreading wide for him.

"You look so eager," Sunoo teased, positioning himself between her legs. "Like a cat in heat."

"I want you to cum inside me again," she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.

Sunoo's eyes darkened with lust. "I can do that," he promised, his fingers tracing her inner thighs. "But first, let's see you lose control again."

He plunged his fingers into her, curling them just right, making her gasp. "Oh, Sunoo," she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed.

"Feels good?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

"Yes, so good," she panted, her hands clutching the sheets.

Sunoo's fingers moved faster, rougher, finding the rhythm that drove her wild. "You're so wet," he murmured, his thumb circling her clit. "I love it."

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please, don't stop."

He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. "I won't," he whispered against her lips. "Not until you cum for me again."

Y/N's body arched, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Sunoo, I'm so close," she cried, her voice high-pitched.

"Let go," he urged, his fingers thrusting deeper. "Show me how good it feels."

With a strangled cry, Y/N came hard, her body convulsing. She squirted again, the sensation even more intense than before.

“Sunoo!" she screamed, her nails digging into his arms.

Sunoo watched, captivated, as she came undone. "That's it," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "Good girl."

Panting, Y/N looked up at him, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "Your turn," she said, a wicked smile on her lips.

"My turn?" Sunoo raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yeah," she said, pulling him down for a heated kiss. "I want you to cum inside me again."

Sunoo growled softly, positioning himself at her entrance. "As you wish," he said, thrusting into her with a powerful stroke.

Y/N gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Yes, just like that," she moaned, her body still sensitive from her orgasm.

Sunoo picked up the pace, his thrusts hard and deep. "You feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "So tight."

"Harder," she urged, her nails scratching down his back. "I want it rougher."

Sunoo complied, his movements becoming more intense. "You want it rough?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.

"Yes, please," she cried out, her body rocking with each thrust.

With a final, powerful thrust, Sunoo came inside her, his body shuddering. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his release intense.

Y/N moaned, feeling him fill her. "So good," she whispered, her body trembling.

The two kept going until they were completely spent, both exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.

Sunoo collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily. "You're incredible," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Y/N smiled, pulling him close. "You too," she replied, her eyes closing in contentment.

Sunoo glanced over at the clock. "It's 3am," he noted, looking back at her with a teasing grin. "You want to go again?"

Y/N let out a satisfied sigh and shook her head, still trembling from the overstimulation. "No!" she laughed, burying her face against his neck. "I can barely move."

Sunoo chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Okay, let's try and get some rest then."

As the days passed, Y/N found her sleep had greatly improved after that night. No more late nights feeling sexually frustrated, at least for the time being. She woke up refreshed and content.

Sunoo, too, seemed to have a glow about him since that night. His stride was lighter, and there was a noticeable spring in his step. It didn't go unnoticed by the other members of Enhypen.

"Sunoo, you look different," Jungwon remarked one morning as they gathered at HYBE.

"Yeah, you're practically glowing," Jake added with a smirk. "Something happen?"

Sunoo just grinned, a knowing look in his eyes. "Just had a really good night," he replied, not giving away too much.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Care to share?"

Sunoo shook his head, still smiling. "Some things are best kept private."

The members exchanged glances, clearly intrigued but respectful of his privacy.

"Well, whatever it was, keep doing it," Jay said with a laugh. "It's good to see you this happy."

Sunoo just nodded, his thoughts drifting back to Y/N and the incredible night they had shared. "Trust me, I will."

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moonsaver · 2 days

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Anon that said they wanted to put Sunday in a Petri dish here again thinking about him. I had this thought about him while eating an avocado egg breakfast bagel but that’s not the point. I lowkey feel like the most annoying thing he’d do to me imo is bother me when I eat. Not any of that kidnapping or coercion stuff but just him bugging me when I’m annoyed and hungry. I feel like he’d constantly wipe the corners of our mouth and tell us not to talk when chewing. Literally the worst. At some point he’d probably spoon feed us too if we didn’t listen to him. Maybe even put a cute apron on us and make me sit in his lap. I need him in a concerning way I’m chewing at the bars of my enclosure rn

Welcome back anon!

Tw: food and eating mentions, mannerisms regarding food.. basically about eating and that being controlled. Probably not good to read if you struggle with eating in some way. Take precaution!

Honestly.. yeah. I feel like more than half the time it's how strict he is with "propriety' that makes being kidnapped and held hostage by him the worst.

I personally would hate someone constantly picking on my mannerisms. It's your home for goodness sake!

Whenever you sit languidly at the dinner table he's always "advising" you to sit "properly" and with a straight back, fix your posture, fix your etiquette regarding your spoons and forks, constantly teaches you how to properly cut your food and eat it, the "proper" angle or whatever. Tries forcing a habit onto you of always placing a napkin on your lap and eating slowly with better precision and more attention. Always fidgeting and cleaning the corner of your mouth with his handkerchief to the point your skin gets irritated and sometimes burns from the constant rubbing.

Whenever you complain about his incessant need to "fix" you, he simply sighs and tells you "it's for your own good". If you keep complaining, his eyebrows slightly furrow and he sighs, shaking his head before getting up and sitting beside you, taking the cutlery from your hands and deciding to feed you instead. Although his intention was to simply enforce a good habit into you, he supposes reaping different rewards isn't so bad either.. he likes feeding you. It kind of becomes routine for you two. He says until you learn how to properly handle yourself, he'll take care of you. It's just a fancy excuse for him to continue feeding you.

Thankfully, when it comes to dietary restrictions, he's not completely bonkers about it like an almond mom. Just doesn't allow too much or too little of anything, it's a bit specific, but at least satisfactory.

About the apron thing.. yeah.

I imagine Sunday can cook those mild, flattery, rich people food so if you want to eat actual damn meals he either orders them, or has them prepared by a chef. However.. one day he sees you in an apron making something for yourself and something about it intrigues him. Seeing you in an apron and the domesticity of it kind of pulls something inside of him.

So there you have it – he's always (not so) subtly trying to push you to cook more just so he can see you in an apron. Buys the frilly kind, but if you don't like that.. fine. He'll get you some minimalistic ones, but he wants to see them on you. Gets cookbooks for you, too. Acts like the chef "is running late" just so you might cook, or says "the order's going to take some time" instead. Also lists off benefits of cooking for oneself. Doesn't mind if you don't cook for two, but does insist that he keeps feeding you. Tells you to stay in your apron because it's more convenient than putting a napkin on your lap, and tells you to move closer so he can properly feed you. He'll sigh, and massage his temple, saying "it's not enough, you need to come closer", and makes you sit in his lap while he feeds you. You swear he goes slower just to keep you there for longer.

At least.. he's been in a happier mood since. He does enjoy feeding you. Removes his silken white gloves just to do so. I imagine he also likes tying the apron for you himself. If he does it from behind, he kisses your nape after he's done. Or if he does it from the front, he pulls you closer with the strings of the apron, and kisses your forehead. Also insists on tying up your hair (if it's possible) as "they might get in the way". His excuses are getting old, but it's not like you can exactly deny him.

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crystallilytarot · 21 hours

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MDNI 18+post

Choose some glitter! How different will the sex be with them, when they want to make love to you and when they really want something passionate?

Pile 1

When it's making love. They will be very patient. I think for some of you, it's very important, and they really will be gentle. There will be a long foreplay. But it will be a full romantic night, probably a nice restaurant, maybe they buy something for you sometimes, they planned it. Really makes sure that you are in the mood. Very giving, caring, oral a lot. So much nakedness, they will love to see you naked. Make you cum during foreplay. It still will be intense.

When it's fucking. Well, yeah, it really will be fucking, hard, fast pace, very passionate, until you both will be so tired, you can't even get out of the bed anymore. Here can be some bondage and a little pain, maybe back scratching, because you will be so turned on. Loud, a little animalistic, but in a good way. After you will cuddle or just laying there together, holding hands.

Pile 2

When it's making love. I think for some of you it can be like tantric sex. It feels like a little vanilla, regular sex, but you are 2 emotionally mature person and even if it's not so extreme sometimes, it's still can be good. Still feels very sensual. You both are probably busy, so this moments are precious too. You are very loyal to each other, and the sexual attraction and chemistry are very good.

When it's fucking. I think you will prepare those nights, probably traveling or just really making sure there won't be any bothering things at home. It's still not very kinky, but you are so in love with each other! But if you have any fantasy, you will try it, maybe some roleplaying. I think it will be a long night, maybe more rounds, passionate and long foreplay too. Intense orgasm, than doing it again in the shower, than again...

Pile 3

When it's making love. I think it happens a lot when you have a hard time, stressful times, and your partner want you to relax a little and forget about it. Definitely a romantic date, I think something with nature can be important too, or just a little romantic walk hand in hand. Feels like the honeymoon phase. Probably massaging each other, and after sex helping to clean each other's body. It feels sweet, romantic. Really making love.

When it's fucking. Well it can be a little playful too, maybe you like to play, roleplay. Some breeding can be here too. But it can be very rough too. A little bit bdsm maybe, but you will talk about it before, I mean it can be intense, but you both want it. But still feels free, you can be yourself together both, trying everything you want. A little blindfolds, hair pulling. Probably someone is a little more dominant in this situation. Very sexual.

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catmiemy · 2 days

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Another Chance to Live Part 2 (Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader)

Summary: Ana has to play against her former club with your former team. You do your best to support each other and slowly become closer.

Part 1

A/N: It took me a bit longer to re-read and edit this than I thought since it made me emotional because of another transfer that I'm still in denial about 😭

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next part. I'm always happy to hear what you think or what you'd like to see in this story.

Just like you had hoped, Ana and you continued to hang out regularly. In fact you spent most of your days off together and even met up fairly often in the evenings, relaxing either at her or your apartment. More often than not you still couldn’t believe your luck that the Swiss woman actually liked being around you too.

You made sure to steer away from any deep topics though, keeping in mind that Ana preferred when you offered distractions when she seemed unhappy. It wasn’t always easy for you because you wanted to know everything about her and you longed to comfort the blonde when she looked at you with sad eyes. However you understood that she had other people, better friends, that she could talk these things over with.

On the other hand Ana with her sweet and caring nature always asked how you were doing and offered to listen to your problems the moment she picked up that something was bothering you. The desire to tell her everything was almost unbearable at times. You wanted to unload all the things weighing on your heart , well maybe not everything, you would never reveal your feelings for her, but other things like the situation at your club or with your family.

However you didn’t. You successfully kept yourself from spilling your sorrows to Ana. For one you didn’t want to burden the Swiss woman with your problems, she had enough going on without you adding to it. And also you didn’t want her to know that she was the only person you would actually feel comfortable opening up to. It was a painful reminder that Ana was so much more important to you than you were to her.

A few days before Atlético was due to play Barcelona in Madrid the two of you were hanging out again. You had cooked some food together and then settled down in front of the TV for the night. You could tell that the Swiss woman was having a hard time focusing on the show you were watching, even though she had picked it.

Ana kept sighing quietly and glancing over at you. You in turn did your best to distract her, offering up your thoughts about what you were seeing on TV. It was getting increasingly difficult not to ask the blonde what was going on.

‘She prefers a distraction. She doesn’t want to talk about it, at least not with you. What she wants from you is a distraction, so try to find some interesting or funny things to say for crying out loud!’ You reminded yourself over and over again.

You were searching your brain to find something good to say when Ana broke the silence. “Can I ask you something?” She asked timidly.

The insecurity in Ana’s voice took you by surprise, that was really unlike her. But you didn’t dwell on it; instead you quickly assured the Swiss woman that she could always ask you anything.

“Okay, so…It’s not really a question but a favor. And it’s totally fine for you to say no, don’t feel bad at all if you say no! Especially because it puts you in a bit of an awkward situation. You know what, I’m just now realizing how stupid and selfish this is and I just changed my mind.”

You reached out to place your hand on Ana’s thigh, hoping to comfort and calm the clearly agitated woman this way.

“Hey, don’t worry. Just ask me. I have no doubt that the answer will be yes,” you encouraged her.

There wasn’t a single thing you could think of that you wouldn’t do for Ana. Well maybe there were some things, most of them illegal in one way or another, but you doubted that the Swiss woman was going to ask for any of them.

Ana took a deep breath before rushing out her request, “Would you come watch our game this week? The idea of seeing all of my former teammates again really hurts and it would help me so much if I knew you were there. I understand that it’s a lot to ask because my team is your former team, so like I said…”

„Yes, of course I’ll come, it’s the least I can do,” you interrupted the Swiss woman.

Sure you weren’t too keen on going back to Atlético’s stadium and see all of your former teammates play together without you, but the simple fact that Ana asked you to come and even said it would help her, was enough to forget all about that. Who cared if it would make you a little sad? Who cared if maybe some people would come up to you and bring up the still painful transfer? You definitely didn’t, not if you had a chance to make the blonde feel better.

For some reason Ana seemed taken aback by your answer. “Wait what? It’s the least you can do? What have I ever done for you? If anything I owe you! You keep hanging out with me; you keep showing me amazing places here.”

You scrunched up your nose at the blonde’s words. It didn’t sit right with you that she made it sound like hanging out with her was a chore for you, not when it was the only thing that brought you any joy lately.

“But I love spending time with you!” You cried out, for once completely forgetting to add the obligatory ‘as a friend’.

A soft smile appeared on the Swiss woman’s face when she heard your words, as well as the indignation in your voice.

“The same is true for me,” she was quick to assure you, before focusing once again on her first question. She wouldn’t let you wriggle out of this so easily. “But seriously why do you feel like you need to pay me back in anyway? I don’t remember ever doing anything for you.”

Slight panic began pumping through your veins, as you scrambled to come up with anything better to offer up than ‘You hang out with me when you’re so much better than me and there are surely so many better people in your life that you could hang out with.’ That just wouldn’t do. It was one thing to be pathetic, but another thing to shout it from the rooftops.

“I didn’t really mean it like that. Just that I’m always happy to do anything for you,” you mumbled finally. This time you caught yourself however and quickly continued, “I love being there for my friends.”

Ana didn’t need to know that there was no one else on the planet you would do this for.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” the blonde cooed, her compliment instantly making you blush. “And I hope you know that I’m always happy to do anything you need as well.”

You nodded instinctively, not believing it for one second. Not that you doubted that Ana would be there for you in a for a friend reasonable manner, but your commitment to her went way beyond that. There was very little the blonde could ask for that you wouldn’t do for her.

Thankfully the conversation moved on to safer topics after thi and you could relax once again. At least as much as you were ever able to relax around the woman you were hopelessly in love with.

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When you walked to your seat in Atlético’s stadium a few days later you cursed yourself for agreeing to this. With every step you took it felt like the sadness inside of you grew, taking up more and more space until it was almost impossible to breathe.

This was supposed to be your stadium. Your teammates, former teammates you reminded yourself, had often called you the Alexia Putellas or Leah Williamson of Atlético Madrid. Someone that practically bled their team’s color, born and raised there, and honestly set on dying there too.

Not that you had ever been on a level comparable to Alexia or Leah, which had become painfully obvious when Aleti just dropped you like you were a piece of trash. You hadn’t told anyone this yet, but after that conversation you had seriously considered giving up football once and for all. The thought of playing anywhere else had been ripping you apart. But in the end the idea of not playing the sport you loved at all anymore had been even harder to bear.

You thanked your lucky star that you at least made it to your seat without anyone approaching you. At this point you weren’t sure if you would be able to keep it together if anyone spoke to you. Maybe the people around you could read as much on your face because you could definitely hear some whispering and felt a lot of gazes resting on you, but miraculously people kept their distance.

Although it was possible you were wrong about seemingly everyone watching you. You didn’t look around to check if the stares you could feel were actually real, instead you made sure to keep your eyes carefully trained on the pitch, avoiding making eye contact with anyone, which might inadvertently give them the courage to come up to you.

So you sat there, totally rigid, every fiber of your body tense, wishing for the seconds to pass by as quickly as possible, but somehow that only made them crawl slower than a snail. Maybe you should just leave, come up with an excuse why you had to go. Was this really worth it?

You got your answer the moment Ana entered the pitch, looking around the stadium searchingly. The instant she spotted you a big smile appeared on the blonde’s face, all of the tightness leaving her body momentarily.

Yes, this was worth it. Ana was worth this and so much more.

You kept thinking of the Swiss woman’s happiness and relief at seeing you when people got bolder during half time, walking up to you to tell you that they missed you at Atlético, that it wasn’t the same without you and that they would never forgive the club for their treatment of you. Empty words since they were here supporting them right now.

Not that you wanted them to turn their backs on the team. You understood having conflicting feelings, your own probably the most complicated of them all. Being back in this stadium you played so many of your games, made you furious and sad, but it also filled you with a longing to go back and brought about a sense of worthlessness. Why hadn’t you been good enough to keep around?

Despite Ana’s best effort to act nonchalant you saw the signs of her struggles clearly, even from the relative distance of the stands. So throughout the entire game you kept watching the blonde like a hawk, as if you could help her feel better about this by some sort of telepathic connection that required a laser like focus on your end.

This way you observed how tense Ana was when her former teammates hugged her, almost reluctant to accept the loving touches because she knew she wasn’t going to see them again anytime soon after this night.

You also saw how lost the Swiss woman looked on the pitch when the game started. As if she couldn’t quite wrap her head around the fact that she was on the field with the Barça girls, but not as their teammate.

And you noticed that Ana avoided looking over to the traveling Barcelona fans until the game was finished, despite them chanting her name several times. Only once the final whistle was blown did she go over. It seemed impossible from your spot practically on the other side of the stadium, but you were sure you saw the Swiss woman holding back tears as she thanked them profusely.

You kept on watching while Ana talked with her former teammates. She smiled while chatting, but it was a smile filled with sadness. You briefly wondered if the Barça girls could see that as well. Did they even care? Even though you knew this wasn’t their fault at all, you felt an irrational anger towards them. How could they move on from Ana so quickly? They should have raised hell!

If you would have paid the Barça players any attention you would have seen the unhappiness and concern on their faces, clearly missing the Swiss woman a great deal. However your focus lay solely on the blonde.

The moment Ana disappeared into the tunnels, you also began making your way out of the stadium, keeping your head down and brushing off everyone that tried to initiate a conversation with you. They probably thought you were being rude, but you didn’t care. You were on a mission to get to Ana’s car, the agreed upon meeting point, as soon as possible.

If you would have stopped and thought about it for a second you would have realized that there was no way she would be there anytime soon. The Swiss woman still had to shower and stay around for the post match talk, so really there was no rush. Still, you hurried there as fast as you could.

And to be honest you also felt much more comfortable in the parking lot, an area off limits to the public, than in the stadium surrounded by so many curious fans. They had all been friendly and every single one that had spoken to you had stated that they were on your ‘side’, but nonetheless it was a constant reminder of your unwilling departure from your childhood club. And if it were up to you this subject would stay buried underneath heaps of pretending.

Therefore you worked hard to keep your mind away from your own dark thoughts while you waited for Ana, focusing instead on contemplating every possible emotional state the blonde could be in and how you could be a good distraction for her tonight. Because even though the two of you had to leave for your respective national teams tomorrow you had decided to spend the evening together, maybe even have a sleepover.

When the Swiss woman appeared, the first one from the team to get to the parking lot, she was a little out of breath and looked drained. Not physically, but emotionally. You debated giving her a hug, however Ana decided for you by walking directly towards the driver seat and slipping in without pausing for a second.

You assumed that she was just eager to leave, perhaps scared that one of her former teammates would catch up to her and would want to have a prolonged conversation. That was definitely something you were a little anxious about yourself with your own former teammates. Therefore the quick departure suited you just fine.

And when you caught a glimpse of some of your former teammates entering the car park as you drove off, you thanked Ana in your mind.

The truth was that the Swiss woman had actually done it for you. Throughout the night she didn’t have the same opportunity to continuously watch you as you had, but still she kept glancing over at you any chance she got. And Ana had noticed instantly that you didn’t feel comfortable, everything about your posture and your expression had screamed that you wanted to leave. So she had made sure to rush and get you out of there as quickly as she could.

During the car ride home you kept up a constant stream of light chatter, hoping that it posed a good enough distraction for your companion. Now that she was so close, you didn’t dare to outright stare at her like you had done during the game, but with some quick glances now and then you ensured that Ana looked mostly calm, not really happy though.

At your apartment you had everything waiting for a cozy movie night. You ushered Ana to sit down and relax, while you whirled around the apartment getting everything ready. It didn’t take long since you had prepared what you could before leaving for the game.

Once you sat down and flicked on the TV, turning to the Swiss woman with a slightly forced smile, you noticed that something wasn’t right. Ana was chewing her lips nervously, tapping the tips of her fingers together in quick succession.

“Is everything okay?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. “No wait, I’m sorry, forget that. Let’s just watch the movie, hopefully that will be a good distraction and if not, just tell me. Then we can try something else. Maybe play a game? Or just go to sleep?“

Ana sighed deeply, unhappiness etched on her usually so happy face. Anxiety began freezing your veins; you weren’t doing a good enough job at distracting her. You weren’t good enough.

“Look I know I said that stupid thing about preferring distractions once but I didn’t mean it. I just said it because…” Ana trailed off, looking very uncertain if she should continue.

“What?”

That was the only thing you could think of. The idea that all this time you hadn’t actually been giving the blonde what she craved most, felt like a stab through the middle of your heart. But even more so you wondered, if you hadn’t than why had she still been hanging out with you?

Apparently Ana decided that she did want to explain her reasoning some more. She took a deep breath before she continued talking.

“I only said it because I felt so bad complaining about my transfer to Atlético to you of all people. But I’ve regretted it almost every time we’ve hung out. Because I want to talk with you about it, I want to talk about everything with you. And most of all I want you to talk to me about your own unwanted transfer and how it makes you feel. But I felt weird pushing you to open up about it after I said I didn’t want to talk about mine.”

There was too much in Ana’s explanation that you didn’t know how to deal with, so you focused on the things that were easy for you, “You know you can always talk to me about anything. Please never feel bad about that, I’m always happy to listen! And don’t worry about me, I’m totally fine with my transfer. These things happen and it’s not like Real is a bad team or anything, so I can’t really complain.”

That was a flat out lie of course, you had been complaining a lot about your transfer and you definitely still had strong feelings about it, all of them bad. But Ana didn’t need to worry about that, not when she was struggling with her own club situation.

The Swiss woman scooted closer to you, putting a hand on your thigh. She looked at you seriously and you knew instantly that the Swiss woman didn’t believe a word you had just said.

“Don’t do that, please. It’s okay to struggle. It’s okay to feel bad after being dropped by your club, I know I do and my connection to Barcelona wasn’t even a deep as yours with Atléti.”

The softness of Ana’s voice combined with her words, words that you had been craving to hear for the longest time, brought tears to your eyes. You blinked furiously to get rid of them and quickly diverted your gaze, hopefully blocking the Swiss woman from seeing your watery eyes. Of course you had no such luck.

Ana closed the last few centimeters of distance between you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Still, you didn’t turn to meet her eyes. You were fine. The transfer didn’t bother you. At least not enough to cry about it to the Swiss woman.

“Maybe tonight we can just be sad together? I think we both need that,” Ana suggested, her voice quivering.

This made you look up. When you saw that the blonde’s own eyes were also filled with tears your resolve to be strong crumbled. If Ana needed this than you would give it to her. And if it just so happened to align with what you longed for as well that was just a lucky coincidence.

“Okay,” you mumbled and that was all Ana needed. She drew you against her, practically pulling you into her lap.

You held out a second longer but when you felt Ana’s body shaking from her sobs and heard her crying, you didn’t bother to hold yourself back any longer, letting your own tears fall.

And that’s how you stayed for a long time, the two of you falling apart in each other’s arms. You didn’t really talk about anything that night, simply relocating to your bedroom and falling asleep in each other‘s arms once all the tears had been shed.

That was a first for the two of you. At every sleepover before you had kept a careful distance, both of you sleeping on their designated side of the bed, but that night nothing was keeping you apart.

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MDNI - So Fuckin' Done with You (s.jy)

a/n: This was requested by 💘 Yapper Anon’s ask.

The night of Sunghoon’s dinner party changed everything. You don’t even really remember how the argument started. But you damn sure remember how it ended.

“Sweetheart, can we please not do this here?” Jake says closing the back door to Sunghoon’s house. He approaches you, trying to gently put his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. But you pull away.

“You care more about them than you do about me!” You yell.

“Is everything okay?” Sunghoon asks, coming into his backyard to check on the situation. He can immediately tell by the exasperation on Jake’s face while you yell at him– things are definitely not okay. In typical Sunghoon fashion, he does not help. At all.

“Ah. Jake’s princess is throwing yet another tantrum,” Sunghoon snickers, taking a sip of his beer. You flip Sunghoon the bird before storming out of the backyard. Jake runs his hands down his face. Then he hears the engine of his car starting. He and Sunghoon make their way through the same path you just took, connecting to the front yard, just in time to see the tail lights of Jake’s car. Heeseung comes out into the front yard and hands Jake a beer.

“Just give her some time to cool off, man,” Heeseung pats Jake on the back before walking back into the house.

“Your girl is crazy. I hope the make up sex is worth it!” Sunghoon laughs. Jake takes a long pull of his beer, staring off into the night.

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It’s two in the morning when you hear footsteps in the hallway. You’ve been waiting for Jake to come home and crawl into bed with you. It’s like that every time. You pluck his nerves and start a fight. He tries to defend himself. Then you run away. Sometimes he chases you. Sometimes he doesn’t. Either way, he ALWAYS ends up back in the same bed with you for sweet and gentle makeup sex. Cuddles and all is forgiven… until the next time. The scripted drama that is your relationship with Sim Jaeyun. Anticipation of reconciliation alone makes your pussy wet. But the footsteps stop. The bedroom door doesn’t open. What the hell is he doing? Why is he taking so long to come to bed? You wait a little longer and the house remains completely silent. You slide out of bed, already geared up for another confrontation because he’s making you wait too long. You open the door and walk into the hallway. It’s dimly lit by the bathroom light escaping from the door that’s slightly ajar. You push it open. The room is empty but for his clothes piled on the floor in front of the shower. You turn off the light before continuing down the hall. He’s probably drunk and passed out on the couch. I’m sure he and his boys talked shit about me the moment I left… Just as you turn the corner to enter the living room, you're grabbed by your arm and spun around. Your front is pinned against the wall. You scream bloody murder and Jake doesn’t bother to silence you. The room is pitch black. Streetlights barely peeking through the blinds. You know it’s him from the smell of his cologne. He doesn’t say anything. But having your arm pinned to your back like you’re under arrest is enough to tell you he is not happy.

“Jake!” you yell. “What the fuck?!” He still doesn’t respond as he uses his free hand to lift up your oversized t-shirt and run his hand over your bare ass. No panties. You’re so predictable. First, you brat. Then you expect him to apologize for something that is absolutely not his fucking fault so he can once again be in your good graces. Which means you’ll let him make sweet love to you. Not this time. He’s so fuckin’ done with you and your attitude. Jake chuckles as he rubs his hard cock against your ass. You immediately realize he’s naked and start to relax; pushing your ass back against him. This is exactly what you want: Make up sex. He teases your pussy with the tip of his cock. You spread your legs, clearly eager to have him inside. He’s got you right where he wants you so he releases your hand. You pull your shirt up and over your head. Tossing it away. Completely naked as you press your breasts against the wall. You reach back, trying to grasp Jake's cock and get to the point. He smacks your hands away before pressing the tip of his cock against your asshole.

“Jake, fuck my pussy–” He pulls your hair.

“SHUT UP. I don’t want to hear another fuckin’ word unless it’s an apology. A DAMN GOOD ONE,” he growls, pressing in deeper. You grip the wall for purchase. “Mmpphh. I’m not apo–” He covers your mouth with his hand, pulling you back and impaling you onto his cock. You cry out into the palm of his hand. You’re on your tiptoes, trembling. The sting of the sudden stretch makes your heart rate soar as a layer of sweat covers your body. There’s no way, he’s not ripping you with no prep. No lube. No mercy. Jake’s hand slides down to your neck. A firm squeeze as he hisses.

“Do you think it’s cute to embarrass me like that in front of my friends? Say it. Fuckin’ apologize,” Jake’s demand seems to rumble down through his cock and into you.

“Nghh. NO.” He puts both hands onto your shoulders and presses you against the wall, hammering into your little hole. You whine and he laughs. “Fuck! FUCK!” You reach your hands back to try to slow him down. He smacks your hands away.

“Apologize!” he yells. Your broken cries only egg him on. “Tsk, tsk,” he clicks his tongue. Jake grabs a fistful of your hair, arching your back and now you really are feeling every inch of him punishing you more than before. His hips are slapping against your ass.

“Jae…” You whimper, exhausted. Head spinning. Cunt dripping. You can’t even feel your legs. If it weren’t for Jake and the wall, you’d be on the floor.

“Yes?” he says, keeping the pace, despite how pitiful you sound.

“M’sorry… sssorry,” you blabber. Jake releases your hair and relents to a few slow, long strokes. Then he fills you up completely with his cock before cumming into you with a loud groan.

“Good girl.” He pulls out of you, turning you to face him. Jake hugs you tightly as your legs are so wobbly. He gently kisses you. “Apology accepted. That wasn’t so hard. Was it, Sweetheart?” he murmurs softly between breaths. His lips pressed against your sweaty forehead. You nod against his chest, too fucked out to verbally respond. His cum dripping out of you and onto the floor as he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom.

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“Keep going baby, Daddy needs you.” PURRING

You knew being involved with Anakin was wrong. He had 2 kids and is way older than you, but you couldn't help it. Not when his dick was the best you've ever had. Something about an experienced older man was so compelling to you, never leaving room for anything or anyone else. You'd babysit his twins here and there when he or his ex-wife wasn't able to because they were busy. Luke and Leia liked you a lot, so it was never a problem to take care of them

Today was a regular Monday afternoon. The kids came from school, and Anakin was home because he didn't work on Mondays. He invited you over to spend the night because he was feeling lonely. The twins were downstairs watching TV and doing whatever while you and Anakin lay on his bed, teasing him about how horny he was all day.

“Are you gonna shut up about it yet?” He asked, looking any and everywhere but into your eyes. “No, you’re never going to hear the end of it. It's your fault for telling me.” You laugh at him, pinching his cheek. Anakin groans and finally looks at you. “Why’re you always being so mean to me, darlin’. ‘M always so nice to you.. giving you everything you want without question.”

It was true. Anakin spoiled you with either gifts or his attention even if you didn't exactly ask for it. “Come on, baby, I'm not asking for much, am I? Know you love my cock in your pretty mouth.” He's so smooth with his words, what he said didn't even sound dirty. “Please, please, please, angel. I need you.” Anakin pulls your hand to feel the buldge underneath his black sweats.

The way he was begging for it made you wet. You'd never seen him be this needy. How could you say no after his plead. So, ofcourse you stroked his cock for him. Soft moans escaped his mouth, along with a few grunts and groans. He thrusted up into your fist, announcing that he was about to cum but you didn't let him. Instead, you removed your hand and waited a couple of seconds before taking him in your mouth.

He gasps and places his right hand on your head, staring down at you, admiring the sight only he ever got to see. “Do it like that, sweetie.” Anakin whispers after you ran your tongue along the slit of his tip. “huh—aww, yeah.. yeah, like that. suck it good.” he moans followed by a clutch to your hair. “fuck, you know how to make daddy feel good, isn't that right, sweet girl?”

“Yeah, my baby knows how to make me beg for more. Such a smart girl I have, hm?” he continued, starting to slide himself in and out your mouth. “You're so fucking precious. You better not let any other guy touch you, do you understand me, baby? No other guy is worthy of you.” Anakin starts panting, coming close to the edge. “They won't bother to learn what you like. They don't care about you like I do.” His voice cracks at the end, making your pussy grip onto nothing.

“Mmph—get on top of me. now.” you do as he says, swiftly taking off all your clothes and hover yourself over his lap. “Whatchu waitin’ for? Do you need me to fuckin’ teach you again? Need me to show you how to ride my dick?” He teased with a smirk. “No..” You sheepishly respond, now sinking yourself onto him with a whine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mouths, holding onto your hips. “Don't hurt yourself, pretty baby, s’okay to go slow.”

you nod after finally fitting all of him in. “I—mphm—Anak—” he cups your face gently with his hand. “Shh, it's okay, my baby. I'll do it, s’okay. Let me make you feel good, okay? Dont you worry your pretty little head about anything.” He assures you and kisses your forehead before thrusting his hips into your pussy while he moans. “Mm, fuck. That feel good, sweetie? You feelin’ alright?” He asks, looking up at you.

“Faster..” is what you decided to reply with. Anakin was stunned. “Are you sure? I don't wanna hurt you, baby. Maybe we should just take it sl—”, “Please, daddy? need it so bad. need you to fucking ruin me.” Calling himself daddy to you was one thing.. but you saying it? God, he could cum right there. And as you asked, he finally went faster. Only by a little bit, though. He was still concerned about hurting you.

He moaned so much while watching his cock slide in and out of you, hearing all your moans and the wet noises your conjoined sexes made. “Ani, let me do it, please.” You asked nicely, in hopes he'd agree. And of course he let you. He was feeling too good to even forget he told you not to worry about it. “take that dick, baby. cmon. show me how bad she needs it.” talking about your pussy as if it was an individual being.

fulfilling your prior request, you rode him as fast as you wanted, feeling so good. so fast it made Anakin whine and let out one high pitched whimper. “Ah, yeah, baby, fuck..” to you, every noise either of you made was loud, but in reality it wasn't really that loud. It wasn't exactly quiet, but it wasn't loud either, just in case the kids were nearby, they wouldn't hear.

“yeah, keep doin’ it like that, baby,” he pants, watching his pre-cum and your juices go up and down the base of his cock and pooling at it. the way the noise sounded so sticky and wet everytime you bounced on and off of him turned him on so much. “daddy needs you.” and with that, you came all over his cock, riding out your high with whimpers slipping out your lips. feeling your tighten around him caused him to get super close.

“please let me cum in you, baby, mmph—lemme make you a mommy, uh?” followed by those cute ‘uh, uh, uh’ kinds of moans, and suddenly he came in you.

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The Nanny

Pairing: Rafe x Nanny Reader

Summary: Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside was dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?

Warnings: Angst, mention of drugs, (Let me know if I missed any)

Wc: 4.8K

A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter. I got a stomach bug and it's been kicking my ass

Chapter 7: Will we ever be enough?

A thumping noise stirred you from your sleep. Footsteps make their way closer to the bed, quick steps slightly muffled. Crap did you not lock the door last night? The bed shifts right next to you, the person resting their weight there. Your eyes are screwed shut hoping that Rafe will go away and not bother you right now. “Hey get up.” The voice is feminine definitely not Rafe. Peaking one eye open you see Wheezie sitting in front of you. Jumping up, you give her a big hug, pulling her super close. “Jesus you’re going to squeeze me to death.”Even though she protests, her arms are squeezing you just as tight.

“Sorry I just missed you.” You say as you pull back. Looking at the alarm clock you see that it is nine in the morning. “What happened while I was gone?” Wheezie’s words cause you to freeze, shoulders tensing at the thought of the past week. “Why would you think that something happened?” Your words spew out more than coming out calmly like you intended. She just gives you a strange look, her eyes glint behind her glasses. Her stare is making you squirm in your spot, it’s like she was deciphering what was plaguing your mind.

“Well I have been gone a whole week so wanted to see what you were up to. But now I’m thinking something actually did happen.” Her look is questioning, wanting you to tell her what happened but mostly to see if she was right in her thoughts. One of her friends had texted her saying she saw you and Rafe together in his truck. She didn’t believe them at first, I mean come one there’s no way. Everything Rafe did seemed to annoy you, to be fair he had that effect on everyone. But to think that of you two together was weird, Wheezie wouldn’t mind it would just take some time to get used to.

“Nothing happened. It was a boring week without everyone.” You nonchalantly say, shrugging it off and getting up from the bed. Since everyone was back it’s best if you got ready and did something today. “So nothing made Rafe destroy part of the living room last night? Dad was pretty mad when he saw what Rafe did.” Your actions hault, the shirt in your hands slipping back to the drawer it came from. “Rafe did what?” You practically shout as you turn to her. “When we got home today dad found Rafe in the living room. It looked like he was throwing some stuff around last night. I’m surprised that his yelling didn’t wake you up.” She watches you as you gather your clothes, not really saying anything.

“It’s okay if something did happen, I wouldn’t be upset.” Wheezie is being honest. The more she thought about it the more she realized it would be nice. You are already part of the family and she loves you. Not to mention Rafe seems happier around you, she noticed that he isn’t as rude or violent when you are around. It made her happy to see him like that. It brought her back to when she was really young and Rafe cared about her before he changed. It was comforting for her to know that even in all that hate, her brother was still deep down there just waiting to come out.

She just watches as you keep your back turned to her, walking to the bathroom. Right before you walked in you looked over your shoulder at her. “Nothing happened Wheeze.” With that you went in, getting ready for the day. Letting the hot water melt away the tension in your body. When you got back into your room Wheezie was laying on your bed scrolling through tiktoks. “Can I just say I missed the internet while I was gone. Getting up to date on everything in one morning is very tiring.” She exaggerates flopping her body around once she hears you enter. “You were only gone for a week. How much could you have possibly missed?” You detangle your hair as she keeps talking.

“You don’t get it. All of my friends have been going to the parties now, things happen at those. Like this one guy was caught making out with another girl besides his girlfriend at the bonfire the other day. Can you imagine that? What a dick to even hookup with someone when you are seeing someone else.” By the look on your face she can tell that she messed up. That the fun story she thought would lift your moods actually seemed to make it worse. Her eyes widened when she realized that you were the girlfriend and Rafe was the dick that two timed you. Can’t really say girlfriend but the notion still stands, he was seeing you and then did that.

“Oh my go-” “Why don’t we go off the island and do something fun today? It's not even elven yet so we can catch the ferry and go shopping or something.” Your words are rushed, kinda mumbling together from how fast they came out. It’s one thing for Wheezie to be prying into what happened over this week. Now it's another thing for her to be connecting the dots just by telling one story. You know she can tell you were a part of it, the look of sorrow has infiltrated her face. She just doesn’t have to know that Rafe was the guy that hurt you like that. She says your name.

“Wheeze drop it.” If only your words were that simple or that Wheezie actually listened. “I’m sorry I didn’t kno-”

“Wheeze it’s okay. I was seeing some guy and he was apparently seeing other people as well. It sucks but it happened. All I can do is move on and not let it get to me. Now get up and let’s go. We have the day ahead of us.” Reluctantly Wheezie gets up and follows you out of the room. Just as you were about to get to the stairs the door to Rafe’s room opened, causing the two of you to meet face to face again. His eyes are red, you can’t tell if it’s from crying or being high out of his mind. Rafe’s eyes flicker around your face and catch the glimpse of Wheezie behind you.

All he wants is to grab you by the arm and drag you into his room. That way you would be forced to talk to him. Let him explain how he doesn’t want to hurt you, how he doesn;t want to be the person you are afraid of. He can handle the frightened looks from others, the ones that scream he’s a psycho but he can’t handle it from you. He doesn’t want to be like your dad, he doesn’t want to make you feel small. Rafe just wants you to smile again, to hear your laugh even just for a moment. Then he remembers the look on your face last night. The disgust as he tried to explain himself. Just that reminder was enough for the steel walls to come back up and for him to brush past you like nothing.

“What no comment today?” Wheezie jests at her brother, testing out the waters. If she’s right she has to know. “Nothing to comment about. Stop being a little shit.” Rafe snaps back, continuing his trek down the stairs. It shouldn’t sting this much knowing he has nothing to say to you. It still does, a sharp pain radiating in your chest, constricting and then relaxing before repeating the cycle. Once you get by the front door you realize that your car is still broken down at John B’s. “You have got to be kidding me.” You whisper

“What’s up?” Wheezie asks. “I totally forgot that my car broke down yesterday and we now have no way to the main island.” Just before the other girl can answer, Rafe interrupts. “I can take you, Just get in the truck.” His keys jiggle in his hands as he walks to the door. “NO!” Wheezie yells making the both of you look at her. Rafe gives her a look, to anyone else they would be scared but she just rolls her eyes at him. “It’s supposed to be a girls day hence no boys allowed. I see Sarah pulling in anyway, we’ll just ask her if she wants to tag along.” She explains as she drags you out the house and into Sarah’s car without any warning.

“Wheeze what the hell?” Sarah exclaims, staring at the youngest sibling for answers. “Drive Rafe is trying to take us to the mainland because someone's car is broken.” The explanation was all she needed to put the car in drive and speed off. “You told her about Rafe? I knew you were close but I thought you would keep that one to yourself.” Wheezie shrieks. “It was Rafe! I knew it.” Her words die down as you disconnect from the conversation. You look at the back window to catch as Rafe walks out locking eyes with yours as you leave.

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“What do you think about this one?” You ask, holding up a top to your chest. “I like that color on you.” Sarah points out, grabbing a few tops to try on. “Yeah maybe Rafe will get jealous when he sees how many people hit on you.” This is the third time Wheezie has mentioned him since Sarah accidently spilled the beans.The first was in the car directly after. “When did it start? Like where you and Rafe always a thing or did this just happen? I’m just confused by this.” Sarah had shot her a death glare and told her to cut it out.

The second time happened two stores in on your shopping spree. Well more like taking them shopping as you get a few things for yourself. “I’m sorry Rafe did that to you. I stand by what I said earlier he’s a dick.” You just sighed, pushing some jeans around to find your size. “Don’t say that he’s your brother. He messed up but that’s a part of being human. I can be upset because he hurt me but you can’t fault him for making a mistake.” You eye her by peripheral vision.

“He hurt you and you’re upset about it. I’m upset he hurt you.” She huffs. “Exactly Wheeze he hurt me. I have a right to be upset with him. He didn’t hurt you, it’s sweet that you care about mt. He’s still your brother and making mistakes is a part of life, don't be too hard on him, okay.” You place a hand on her shoulder rubbing a small circle. “Fine but I still think he’s dumb.” You chuckle as Sarah walks over. “What do you think?”

Which brings you back to third, now. “I don’t need him to be jealous. It doesn't matter.” You put the top back and dig around for more. “So you wouldn’t care if you saw Rafe with someone else?” Bile tries to crawl it way up and you have to try hard to keep it down. The thought alone was awful enough to make you feel like crying. “Wheeze leave her alone.” Sarah scolds her younger sister. Trying to convey that this is not the time to be talking like that. “No it’s okay. I wouldn’t care, he can do whatever he wants.” Lie.

It would crush you, physically break you. You’ve always been a second choice your whole life. Parents always loved each other more than you. Most of your friends from school don’t even talk to you, deciding it was better to cut you out and all stay friends. Second in your family, second in social life, and now second in love life. Seeing him happy with another person would hurt the most.

Rafe was one of the only people who seemed to actually pay attention to you. Sure at first it bugged the shit out of you due to all the flirting. But you could see the way he noticed the small details about you. Asking about the current tv show you are watching even though you never mentioned it to him. Or when he gets Wheezie a treat and happens to get your favorite as well. Nothing with him felt like you were second best. Yeah you knew about his reputation with girls yet it didn’t matter because he never treated them like that. Now all you can see is how he did all of it just to sleep with you. It was never genuine and he never wanted something deeper.

Giving up on finding any other clothes, you just watch as the girls shop. Giving input on which items they should get or what they should pair it with. It goes like that for a couple more stories until you all decide to go get an early dinner and head back to the island. Missing the Ferry would be a big inconvenience so it’s better to be early.

“You know there’s this party going on tomorrow night. We should all go.” You and Sarah stare at Wheezie. Did she just really suggest going to a party together? “Wheeze I literally nanny you. Taking you to a party would probably get me fired.” You laugh while taking a bite of your chicken alfredo. “You’re practically Sarah’s nanny too and you go to parties with her.” She argues. “One Sarah is older than you and I am not her nanny. Two, you are just going into highschool. It would be weird if I was bringing you to parties or even encouraging that.” You argue back.

Truth be told you actually don’t want to go at all. If there’s a party then Rafe will be there, he always is. It’s bad enough you have to deal with him now at the house, seeing him outside would just be torture. “How about we stay in and watch movies?” You suggest, mostly hoping that she will take the bait. “Come on please can we just go? All of my friends are going to be there, I can’t be the only one not going.” Just as you were about to speak Sarah cuts in. “Wheeze she’s right. If dad found out you went to a party and she as so much even knew, he would fire her. Your friends shouldn’t even be going to those parties to begin with.” Who knew Sarah could be the word of wisdom.

Sighing, Wheezie gives up trying, rather choosing to finish her food. “You should at least go and have fun. Show Rafe what he’s missing.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you. You just look down at your plate, avoiding eye contact so you don’t have to answer her. “We should finish so we can head out before it’s too late.” The two other girls nod their heads. The rest of the dinner had awkward silence. No one knew what to say, you didn’t want to keep talking about Rafe but Wheezie had so many questions. Poor Sarah wanted to help you out but she also had questions.

The middle Cameron knew when she should leave topics to rest, knowing that pushing you too much would cause issues. From experience she knows you don’t like to share things, she only really knows basic things. Maybe a few more personal information but nothing too crazy. It never bothered Sarah because no matter what you are still a great friend. On the other hand it bothers Wheezie how closed off you can be. She has questions and she wants answers to them.

She’s curious on how this even started, was it you or was it Rafe? Had to be Rafe she thought. Did you want the two of you to be together? Duh or you wouldn’t be so heartbroken. But mostly she wants to know what Rafe could do to make everything okay. What he did still makes her upset but she believes that he’s better with you. The car and Ferry ride back home was just Wheezie thinking. She just had to get the two of you to see eye to eye. If she could do that then everything will be okay even better than okay.

“Hey John B just texted me to say that he and JJ fixed up your car.” Sarah looks over at you. The view from the Ferry turns into Sarah’s face as you pan over to her. “Really?” You shift in your seat, sitting up a little straighter. “Yeah I can take you once we get back. That way you can have your car.” You smile at the blonde girl thanking her. You just want to get home now, tired from the day.

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“Well hello there gorgeous.” JJ shouts from the dock next to John B’s House. Sarah had just dropped you off, taking Wheezie back home so she can be free for the night. “Hey Jayj! Heard you boys fixed up my car.” You smile at the boys making their way over to you. “That we did. Had a leak in your exhaust it caused the engine to stop running.” JJ slaps a hand on John B’s shoulder after the boy just explained the problem. “Don’t worry we fixed her up nice. It will getcha from point A to B in one piece. Hopefully.” JJ jokes thinking he’s funny like usual.

You roll your eyes at the blonde. “Haha, so funny. Can I get my keys now so I can leave? Wouldn’t want to intrude on your make out session.” You tease the boys. It’s been an ongoing joke since you had to watch them one time. They were in middle school then. You weren’t that much older but Luke didn’t like the thought of his son and no good friend alone. It was one of the very few times Luke spent money on his Boy.

Them being young teen boys started hitting on you and you told them to go make out in the corner. From then on the joke took a life of its own. Anytime they annoyed you the joke always came flying out. “And I thought I was a comedian.” JJ huffs throwing the keys at you to catch them. “Now if you could leave we have some important business to attend to.” John B shoves him off pulling a face of disgust to the other boy. “Take him with you please he won’t leave me alone.”

You laugh as you walk to the car, unlocking the door and opening in. “If I wanted to take Jayj I would have just asked him to come along. It wouldn’t be fair to separate such a happy family.” You say as you get in and start the car. “Fuck you” They yell and flip you off, watching as you back out to the dirt road.

It seems like when they fixed your exhaust they also put AC fluid in your car. The vents are now blowing cold air instead of hot like it's done for the last two summers. It makes the drive back more enjoyable. Not having to stick with the windows down that just blow hot air at you is life changing. No more muggy car rides that make your clothes stick to your skin. A new car, well slightly new, for a new start. Everything is going to work out.

That mindset was put to rest as soon as you stepped foot into the house. Yelling can be heard from down the hall. “What is so wrong with you that you can’t seem to stop yourself from fucking up?” Ward's voice echoes down the hall. “You can’t do anything right can you? I swear Rafe I wonder if you even are my kid. How could you when all you do is cause me headaches. Sarah isn’t like this, why can’t you be more like her?” Footsteps get close to you, panicking you try to leave but run into Wheezie. “I’m sorry I was just trying to ask him questions and dad overheard. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

She’s crying into your arms, her grip tight. “Wheeze what did you do?” Her glossy eyes look up at you. “I was asking him how he could mess up what you had. Dad overheard and then started yelling at him. I don’t know what to do.” You brush her hair to sooth her, feeling bad for the crying girl. “Where are they?”

“Dad’s study.” she squeaks out. “Okay. Go to your room, I'll find you after.” Your feet carry you closer to the room. Listening closely you can hear Rafe’s voice now. “Sarah? Are you fucking kidding me? Sarah has run off time after time with John B and the rest of them. She has left you more times than I can count and she’s still your favorite?” You can tell he’s hurt, you can hear it in his voice. This conversation is an exact replica to the others you have heard.

“Don’t start this again. Just because you keep screwing up doesn’t mean you can bring Sarah down. She’s a kid, she’s still learning.” Ward yells back. “What about me?” Rafe yells. “I’m your kid too. I have done everything to make you see that I care. I’m the only one who actually wants to continue the family business. I’m the one who has had your back this whole time. Sarah doesn’t care about you, why can’t you get that.”

You are right outside the door now. Rafe and Ward are standing in the middle of the room staring at each other. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near the account now then you’re just as stupid as I think you are.” You gasp but thankfully it wasn’t heard. “What?” Rafe’s confused, he was promised this account before his dad left for the trip. “You heard me. I left you for a week and you screwed the nanny. On top of that you cheat on her and trash the house up. I don’t know how many times I have given you a chance and you never change.”

“Nah you gave me that account before you left. I fucked up I know but you can’t just take that from me. I’ve worked hard for it and you can’t deny that. You can’t just take this from me for a mistake.” Were you the mistake or making out with Sofia? You shake the thought out of your head, it doesn’t matter. “No Rafe, a mistake is forgetting to buy something at the store you need. You took something good and fucked it up like you always do. That girl is better off without you anyway.” Rafe’s shoulders deflate at his fathers words. “Yes I can take this account and I will. Clearly you can not be trusted for anything.” You see Ward move around the room, scared he will catch you, you try to back away. The only issue was the floorboard squeaking and giving you away.

Both men look toward the door seeing half of you standing there, the other half blocked by the door. Ward calls your name out. “Can you come in here please?” Reluctantly you make your way into the room, eyes trained to the floor. “How much of that did you hear?” Ward asks. You look up making eye contact with Rafe before looking at the older Cameron. “Practically all of it.” You answer.

“You’re wrong by the way. Rafe didn’t do anything wrong, we weren’t together. He’s free to do whatever he pleases. Wheezie caught on to what happened and took it too far because she thought she was helping me. I honestly don’t care that it happened.” Rafe’s eyes are burning into your face. “He shouldn’t be punished for living his life. I know I may be over stepping here and you might want to let me go. But it wouldn’t be right if I stood here and watched him get in trouble for something that isn’t a big deal.”

Your eyes meet Rafe’s again after you finish. The blues in his seem so dull, almost lifeless. “No one is going to fire you. You’ve been good to us, I'm not letting that go. I appreciate you defending him but he needs to learn to fight his own battles.” Rafe shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m not defending him, ‘m telling the truth.” They open again watching you closely. “Then I guess everything is fine. You can keep the account.” Wards simply states and walks out the room.

Heavy breathing is the only thing heard in the room for a moment. “I don’t need your help. Save it for someone else.” Rafe tries to brush past you, your hand stops him from getting far. “Are you kidding me right now?” He just stares at you, blank stare meeting your angry gaze. “You shouldn’t have done that. I don’t need you to help me. I could have handled that myself.” A scoff leaves your lips, hand falling from his arm.

“I did it to be nice because no one deserves to be yelled at like that. If your head is too stuck up your ass to see that you shouldn’t be treated like that then I’ll see myself out. I don’t need you to yell at me for doing something nice for you.” You try to walk around him but he steps in front of you. “Exactly I don’t need you to do something nice after I hurt you. Oh sorry I forgot that it meant nothing so I shouldn’t feel bad. Should’ve known this was some sick ploy for you to be the better person.” His words strike you, their venom flooding your system.

“Is that what you really think about me? That I would go so low to make you feel shitty. News flash Rafe the world doesn’t revolve around you. I don’t spend my days planning ways to destroy your life. I hate the way he talks to you, always have and I won’t be the reason why. I meant everything I said when we were together. It’s okay that you didn’t but don’t make me feel bad for something I didn’t do.”

You walk past him, reaching the door when he speaks again. “I freaked out. Kelce was saying dumb shit and I freaked out. I didn’t think you wanted more so I just…” His sentences fall short, Rafe trying to tie the words together in his brain. “So you just decided to be with someone else?” You bite back, wanting him to feel the pain you are. He exhales, his walls building back up, blocking off the confession on the tip of his tongue. The hope you gave him when you said you hated how his dad treats him dies. She will never trust you. “Yeah, I just decided that.” It’s better to just agree with you. Arguing has gotten nowhere and the truth falls onto deaf ears.

You may have confessed that you meant what you had said, yet it didn’t matter to him. The key word being meant in your sentence. It doesn’t matter if he wants to say how much he cares about you, that the thought of not having you physically pains him, or how these past two days he can’t do anything but take bumps of coke. None of it matters because however you felt was clearly long gone. It was time for him to do the same, he needed to move on from you. The way your eyes shine at him tell him how much you don’t care, how little he means to you.

The urge to be high is scratching Rafe’s insides as he just looks at you. The pain slowly fades to numbness as he looks at the hate in your eyes. The clear baggy full of white powder burns a hole in his pocket, begging him to take a hit. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You won’t have to worry about me again. I’m sorry.” This time it’s Rafe who is leaving you, walking into the hall and past you like nothing.

“What do you mean I don’t have to worry about you?” Your voice wavers, worried about what he means. He just keeps walking, not paying attention to you. “Rafe.” He looks at you, eyes scanning your face. “I mean I won’t be in your way. I’ll stay as far away from you as I can. You’ll be happier that way.” With that he just leaves. He knew Ward was right, you are better off without him. He’s seen it first hand how happy you can be when he isn’t there to bring down the mood.

Even if he did love you, he was too damaged to deserve you.

#rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #rafe smut #drew starkey smut #obx #outer banks smut #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x nannyreader #rafe x you #rafe outer banks

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hecateslore · 3 days

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I’m not sure if you would be down for something like this but just an idea: Simon x femReader

Reader who takes care of her garden, plant mom? Idk, Simon steals some of her flowers, reader confronts him, telling him he’s gotta stop or he’s got to start paying her, and Simon just walks off, reader follows all annoyed and realizes that the flowers are for his mother once they reach the cemetery.

There he was, almost every other week, the same man taking your display bouquet and not paying. "One second," You smile at the customer before you rush out of your shop, "Excuse me!" you yell, making the tall stranger turn around to point at himself confused. You nod at him, he stops for a second before shrugging and then walking off. "Uh." You scoff, before walking back into your shop, "Julissa," you call out for your employee, "Yes?"

"I'll be right back- you're in charge." you book it out of your store, running in the direction he went. Finally recognizing the back of his head, you push your self harder, trying to catch up to the dirty blonde. "Sir," You yell in between breaths, "You Have to pay for those!" you screech.

He turns around again, a bothered expression on his face, "For display flowers?" he deadpanned, sighing from annoyance. "For display flowers you steal almost every other week." You add in a 'matter of fact' tone.

"What is it like five or six pounds?" he reached into his pocket, giving you some loose change he had. "keep the change." He winks before going back on his way. You stand there with you jaw slack, confused, irritated, annoyed. You begin to follow him again, yelling about how cheap he is, how could he not pay!

"Didn't your mother teach not to steal?" You snapped, and of course he kept ignoring you, speeding up to lose in the crowd of people crossing the street. In the distance you could see him entering the cemetery, that big bouquet of Calla Lilly's and white roses outshining the sea of green and grey head stones.

The following week you wait for him outside your store, and then next after that and then after that, And he never showed. Until you were making another display for this summer, filled with daisy's, dahlia's, carnations and peonies. Pleased with yourself, you look through your wrapping paper. The bell rings signaling someone entered the shop, which was odd, you didn't open for another hour, immediately assuming it was one of your employee's you go about your task, searching for a pretty ribbon to match the bouquet.

That was until you heard a man clear his throat, "We're not open for another-" You're stopped in your tracks, it was the thief.

"You can't be here." You narrow your eyes, in turn he chuckles, rolling his eyes, "I need some flowers." He says. You eye him, biting your tongue, "we don't open for another hour." You tie the ribbon around the bouquet, fixing it when it twists to the side. "I'll pay you." He offers, you bite your cheek, "What kind?" Your roll your eyes, "I like that one." he points to your display, "The display?" You say shocked (gagged her a bit.)

"They're your best." He shrugs, You sigh in thought, "I'll make you a replica," You try and he shakes his head, "I want that one." He points at it, "But I want this one." You whine, holding the plants close to your chest, "I'm a paying customer." He argues, you groan, handing him your precious bouquet, handing you a crisp £50.

Way more than you needed, and way more than it cost. "Have a nice day." Is all he said, before walking out leaving you with your brows raised in confusion.

#lunden’s response ❀—#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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gabessquishytum · 2 days

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Sneaking back in here to say hi! Glad to see you back and better than ever! Speaking of, I'm back on my usual bull.

Mob/flowershop au?

The New Inn is Hobs pet project. A hybrid between a restaurant and a green house. With vegetables and such being grown in house for the dishes, and flowers for the patrons to by if they want. He's put a lot of time and effort into making it what it is, maybe going to school for both botany and cuisine, so when there are talks of other shops in the area getting shaken down by the local gangs, he's worried about the future of his baby.

Little does he know, the local gang has already been by to shake him down. They thought it was just another restaurant, but the minute they stepped inside they were in awe and too busy admiring the ambiance and enginuity of the place. They report sheepishly to their boss, who has to go in for himself.

Dream is charmed by the atmosphere, care, and quality that went into building such a place, but what really catches his eye is the handsome man who seems to be both host, head chef, AND head gardener. He may not be getting that shake down money any time soon, but at least he has a new place to go where both the food and,,,,,,service,,,,,is impeccable.

I may write more

💳 anon

This is actually so cute, i am genuinely in love with the idea of Dream’s gang just having the best time ever at Hob’s restaurant where they're supposed to be scaring him - Cori scoffs at the idea of vegetables initially but he is RAVING about the food within minutes of sitting down. He and Matthew practically drag Dream to the restaurant and he is admittedly... curious.

For a hot minute Hob thinks that Dream is some hot-shot restaurant critic. But he catches on to the fact the pretty man is mobbed up when he sees the gun strapped to Dream’s thigh. Well, Hob can only hope that the veggies, fruits, flowers and pastoral atmosphere work their magic. Oh and he does have a trick or two up his sleeve...

Dream is enthusiastic amused by the way that Hob flirts with him all evening. Hardly anyone is every bold enough to make a move on Dream. But Hob is smiling and chatting, touching Dream at every opportunity, and perpetually filling up his glass with the wine (which is of course made with Hob’s homegrown grapes). Dream begins to begrudgingly flirt back, and accepts an offer to come and see the greenhouses in the back.

Hob pays his "protection" money in full that evening as far as Dream is concerned. He pushes Dream against the greenhouse and kisses him practically from head to toe before sucking him off. He doesn't even seem bothered by the gun - in fact, he kisses that too. Dream blushes the same colour as Hob’s prize winning tomatoes, and stutters something about how he'll be back. Soon.

Dream gets a gorgeous bunch of Hob’s home grown flowers delivered to his office the very next day. He can't stop staring at them... and thinking about Hob. He'll REALLY have to find some way to stop by the restaurant again already. Not to shake Hob down, but hopefully to shake him out of his clothes...

#💳 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #mafia au #cw guns #cw food #chef hob

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thesilmarillionblog · 3 days

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𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part: 3

Click here to read the first part!

Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, cruel Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of violence, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 2194

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

Ben’s lips parted to say something when you told him that he would never hear you saying those three words again, but he clenched his jaw, and his eyes sharpened with fury.

“Don’t even bother, because those words already mean nothing to me.”

You caught him looking at your lips for a second, but he let go of your chin immediately and pulled himself together like he would kiss you if he waited for another second. His unreadable face was filling your heart with hope since you knew he would be far more different if he really didn’t like you at all as he told.

You walked over to him and gently touched his rough hand, asking, “Then why does it make you mad when I tell you I would leave Payback? If you don't really care at all, why do you want me here with your side so much that you threat me with hurting Noir? Ben, please be honest with yourself, at least. I know you won't be honest with me.”

You looked at him with desperation, pleading him with your eyes and touched his hand like you could never get that chance again. You didn’t understand what exactly caused his soft side to slip in your hands so suddenly, so sharp. What had happened to you exactly? You knew it wasn’t about Crimson or someone else, but you didn’t know the cause behind why you failed to solve the true reason behind all this pain.

You withdrew your hands just before he pushed them away. When you posed those questions, he seemed so confused and lost that you nearly thought he would finally crack and put a stop to the cruelty between you going on. Since you were aware that he wasn't good at expressing his true feelings from the very beginning, you were willing to push him a little. You would fight for it if you had to be the one to help him overcome his inner demons and open himself.

“I won't be giving a fuck seeing you fucking go away if I find a stronger supe than you,” he simply said.

You answered, “Neither the team nor you need a strong one,” knowing what he was talking about was just another lie. “Ben, you never care who is powerful or not as you know you are strongest. Your ego is too big to care about what other people are capable of.”

“What on earth should I tell you to get off my ass and stop bothering the Countess and me, huh, Y/N?” He inquired, showing no interest in what you had to say. It didn't even seem like he was paying attention to what you were saying. “I'm warning you; don't talk to me about love or other bullshit again.”

He retreated a step, sat on the couch, and sniffed the cocaine on the table before his eyes darkened. When your lips parted to respond, he lifted his hand menacingly, to prevent you from say another thing to make him angrier.

He yelled, “Shut the fuck up,” and started sniffing coke before you did, startling you with his unexpected outburst. “Do you think you know me? Are you fucking naïve?”

You also raised your voice, but it was rather shaky, saying, “I do know you.” You eventually lost patience with his attitude because of how much his persistence was getting on your nerves.

“You’re a fucking naïve then,” he chuckled, but his tone was rather angry than amusing. “Get the fuck out of here and leave me alone.”

You turned away, your eyes watering, and opened the door without saying a word to Ben, fearing that he would become enraged since he was too busy getting high like a real jerk. You heard Countess's voice in the distance. She gave you a tiny smirk to irritate you, as she usually does, but you left the trailer without looking at her and without creating any drama.

After a few weeks, you gave up attempting to get in touch with Ben because you could tell he was preoccupied with all the dumb advertisements and other bullshit. You also stopped participating in anything Payback-related, even though you were still required to perform these things along with the rest of the team. You informed Earving that you were completely well and needed some time for yourself, despite the fact that he had visited your home numerous times to check on you.

But it was a lie. You were either ill or simply lovesick. You had a difficult time falling asleep since you could recall every last detail of Ben and Crimson's interactions. They appeared in every movie, television show, and advertisement. It didn't matter if you simply vanished; you couldn't run away from your own sentiments that were killing you or their reality.

Earving told you that Ben was becoming crueler and harsher to him and the rest of the crew every day, but you couldn't really care because you were most likely going through the worst.

After a month, you were compelled to flee your home due to a terrorist attack, and all of the members required you on the battlefield. Ben was busy commanding the soldiers haphazardly, using heavy and hazardous weapons like toys, and showing off his whole range of abilities to them with an arrogant smile on his face.

He was taken aback to see you because you were the last person to enter the territory. Ben walked up to you with a sneaky smile on his face after he dropped the rifle on one of the twins from his shoulder, but you turned your back on him and continued talking to some soldiers to give him courage because you didn't want to hear what Ben was about to say to distress and upset you any more.

You were desperately missing Ben and were helpless for any kind of interaction or words to rekindle your already fading hope, but you were also proud. You were aware of everything that happened between you, and excepted the turth that the wonderful memories between him and you had long faded. More than anyone you didn't get to know, he was more of a stranger than any stranger. You were certain there was nothing left in you for him to break because he had broken your heart so many times. Struggling to change the past and pushing yourself too hard will only exacerbate your situation. You knew the pain wouldn’t fully disappear soon, but it would ease by time.

He didn't move again once you turned your back to him, indicating that you were right to let it go.

After Ben tormented him more severely than ever on your third day on the battlefield, Noir's patience ran out, and he kept saying Ben that he didn't deserve to be a leader and that he was simply a bully on cocaine. Despite your attempts to dissuade Earving from approaching Ben too closely and to push him back before things got physical, he was adamant about ending Ben's leadership.

“You don’t deserve to be the the leader of Payback. All you do is getting high and bullying all of us. All people here looking at us with hatred, not respect and the reasson behind this all is that we don’t have a respectful leader,” Earving said raising his voice.

Knowing that Ben was pretty nerveous espcially nowadays and fearing he was already ready to hurt anyone in the squad, you pushed Noir by his chest back trying to calm him down. He was right about everything, but it wasn’t the way to solve this mess Ben caused. Besides, no one would stand a chance against Soldier Boy. After all, he was indeed the strongest supe.

“Noir, please calm down,” you whispered him as if no one would hear you. “Don’t do this.”

Your body clenched with terror, knowing that he would be severely wounded by Ben, who was already looking for a small excuse to beat him up. Earving was digging his own grave for sure.

“What’s wrong with you?” Earving suddenly snapped, pushing your hands from him. “Why do you even support him?”

“Violence with get you nowhere,” you said sharply, implying he must stop or he’ll be the one to get hurt.

“And what the fuck will you do about this, huh?” Ben asked with an evil smirk on his face. “You just fucking disrespected me, you fucking weak fuckface. All you do is whining like a newborn baby yet you crave for respect and all shit.”

When you saw Ben make a move to face Earving, you stopped between them to prevent what was to come. Some soldiers were watching you all with curiosity, and some with fear.

“Ben,” you said with a serious tone. “Let’s not make a scene and let others talk behind you. How can they even respect you if you lay a hand on one of us? This won’t be good for your reputation; you know this.”

Instead of taking a step back and pressing his anger down, your effort to save Noir made him see red.

“Will you now fucking defend him against me?” Ben glared at your hands, which were tightly gripping his suit, and said, “Step fucking aside or you'll get hurt first.”

As you take a step back, you realize how you came so close to Ben without recognizing it, despite your repeated assurances to yourself to keep away from him. He had done many things to you lately, but it was the first time he threatened you with such severity.

Just as you are about to react, you hear Crimson approaching Ben.

Placing a touch on Earving's arm, you showed your understanding and concern for him when you noticed him fisting his fists and standing motionless. It was Ben's harsh attitude toward nothing that he got in return for all the respect he deserved, which was all he asked for. Although Earving had been performing rather well up until this point, everyone has their limitations.

“You know, you shouldn't let others treat Soldier Boy disrespectfully,” Crimson said as she gave you one of her venomous glances. “When Black Noir tries to seize control of the team and instigate a revolt, how can people still acknowledge Soldier Boy as the team's strongest supe and leader? How are you even going to support it, Y/N?”

She scowled and remained by Ben's side, uttering more venomous things to incite Ben's hatred of you. Simply because you were aware of Ben's vulnerability to manipulation over his authority, you took a deep breath and declared, “I'm not supporting any of this. Who the hell are you to read Noir's intentions that way?”

Ben raised his finger right up to your face, his eyes were darkened with disappointment. “So, that’s it. You fucking betrayed me for that cocksucker.”

Your eyes burned with fury as the corner of the Countess’ lips curled with satisfaction.

“Are you really talking about betrayal now?” You raised your voice as your hands were in fist now.

Earving felt your hazardous tension with Soldier Boy, and your fury subsided his own anger. You pushed his hands away from you, even though he touched your shoulder to convey his support for you in a gentle way.

You could see how effortlessly the Countess was able to influence Ben; your eyes were burning with pain. You had come to terms with the idea that he couldn't see his actual emotions through them, but it appeared he couldn't see yours either.

He'd pretended to be concerned about you, deceived you, threatened you, and now accused you of betraying him. But the truth was, he was the one who did them. You didn’t know if he was blind or just a coward who couldn’t even face himself.

“You know what?” Ben angrily remarked, “Since you wanted to go away from the team so much, you can fucking leave now. You are free to fucking go.”

With a heavy heart, you murmured, “Fine. Neither do I want to be a part of this.”

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A/N: I had planned Losing You to be a one-shot story, but it seems it will take a little more chapters to make a final. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated! You can also check masterlist for another multi-chapter Soldier Boy / Reader story called “Protect Me From What I Want” Thank you for reading this! <3

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secretinasecret · 2 days

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In defence of Bridgerton Season 3:

"It feels different."

Many people HATED the second season at first because it didn't have Simon and wasn't "according to the books," but they ended up loving it by the end.

Y'all need to give this one time to marinate fully and see the rest of the season before coming to a conclusion.

It might feel odd, but that is because it has been two years since we saw these actors and these sets. We are bound to be unfamiliar with it at first.

Season three has the exact formula as the last two seasons: Colorful, bright and two leads that look great together on camera.

"It doesn't have any tension."

I assure you that splitting the season into two parts ruined the experience.

"Colin didn't suffer enough."

He did, actually. To some extent. He RAN to catch up to Penelope's carriage in the middle of the night! Not to mention his little angsty scene when he returns from a night out with his "friends," and he simply throws himself onto his bed without bothering to take off the rest of his clothes.

But I hope Colin will truly LOSE his mind when he learns that Penelope is Lady Whistledown. If he doesn't, then yeah, the writers of this show officially failed ME.

We DESERVE to see this man go absolutely batshit crazy and show that he can express emotions other than confusion, longing and boredom.

"Polin had no chemistry."

Polin had EXCELLENT chemistry; y'all just wanted to see a slow burn, enemies-to-lovers like Kathony, but I am afraid every season has a different trope, and it's okay if friends-to-lovers aren't for you.

Luke and Nicola are very good friends on and off set, and you can literally FEEL their chemistry in press interviews.

If you simply didn't feel ANYTHING at all this season, that may be because you do not feel a connection to Colin or Penelope as characters.

I do want to say, though, that these four episodes could have fleshed out Colin's character a bit more.

Book readers and Polin fans know Colin, but new viewers don't. He needed flashbacks to make the rest root for him. How did he become a people pleaser? What is his relationship like with his family? His father? What made him want to decide to travel almost every single year?

Although people finally like him after the carriage scene, they should have liked him from episode one because he is the LEAD.

"Colin gave me the ick."

To each of their own, but Colin acted EXACTLY as he was supposed to in the first two episodes.

He is a PEOPLE PLEASER, so he tries hard to fit into the mould men like Anthony and Simon made for themselves: A rake. He is supposed to make you think, "Oh, this is too much," because it IS.

Even Eloise and Violet point it out to him, and he finally lets go of that disturbing persona when he asks Penelope to marry him.

Look, the man simply wants EVERYONE to like him because he clearly has some issues that the show is failing to dive deep into, but you get the point.

"Too many sub-plots."

Y'all might be onto something with this one, tbh. But I will say that after a few watches, some sub-plots lowkey start to make sense to me, except the Mondrich one.

I have no idea why the Mondrich family are in this season; why do we need to care about their club or their newfound wealth? I will never know.

But Francesca's plotline makes sense; we needed another diamond, therefore, another Bridgerton to debut. Colin also uses Francesca to ultimately ask Violet about how to confess his feelings to Penelope: "What do you wish for Francesca?" is code for, "What do you wish for me, exactly, in the love department?"

The Featherington plotline was also really funny. We needed a comedic relief.

Benedict's plotline HAS to have some sort of importance because Lady Tilly looks like a very powerful woman. She might play a role in Lady Whisteldown's reveal or have a connection to Sophie. If she is simply there to make Benedict look like an aimless man with no goals in life (AGAIN), I will lose it.

Eloise and Cressida's friendship plotline directly affects Penelope, so that makes sense as well.

The Queen's plotline also makes sense, the woman has been trying to unmask Whisteldown for three years now.

At some point, every single plotline starts to look orderly and chronological, at least to me.

So, was part one of this season absolutely amazing?

No.

Was it enjoyable?

Depends; it might be in the 'Hall of Fame' if they can wrap up part two satisfactorily.

And I'll leave it at that.

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munsonsmixtapes · 1 day

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I hear you're in need of ideas ! I won't be offended if you're not inspired by my ask , we love creative choice here !! So I have a bit of an aversion to the smell of weed because ✨ trauma ✨ I have nothing against it or anything. But I was thinking maybe just something a little angsty with a happy ending about how Eddie would react and deal with that as your boyfriend. Lots of love 💕

This is such an interesting request, so I am more than happy to fulfill it!

Eddie x gender neutral!reader

cw: mention of weed, hurt/comfort

Not proofread!

As soon as you started dating Eddie, you were quick to let him know about your aversion to the smell of weed. With him smoking it all of the time and always having it on hand because he sold the stuff, you felt like it was important for him to know. Just like always, he was so accommodating, making sure to shower after he smoked or made a deal. He insisted that it wasn’t a big deal but you weren’t so sure.

And to Eddie, it really wasn’t a big deal. He would do whatever he could to make you happy and that included a little shower before coming to see you after he handled the stuff. He really didn’t mind and an extra shower here and there really didn’t hurt.

But despite his reassurance, you still felt bad. That was one of the few things that calmed him down and now he had to take a few extra steps to make sure he didn’t smell like the stuff before he could come see you. You didn’t think it was fair.

One night after his shower, Eddie snuck into your room, smelling like nothing but the shampoo you had bought him, his hair still damp, signifying that he hadn’t showered that long ago. He pushed you down onto your bed eagerly and threw himself on top of you before pressing kisses to your lips, but you weren’t in the mood for once.

You turned your head and he leaned up, turning your face back to him so he could see it. He wanted to know what was wrong. You had never looked so uncomfortable around him. Eddie was always your safe space. The person you could come to with anything about now you were looking at him with a pained expression that he had never seen before.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head and normally, Eddie would have left it at that, but this was clearly bothering you so he had to get to the bottom of it.

“You can tell me. Whatever it is, I won’t be mad.”

“Promise?” You put your pinky out.

“Promise,” he replied with a nod and hooked his pinky around yours before giving it a shake.

“Well, I just-I feel really bad that you have to shower all the time after smoking or doing a deal. It’s just an extra step you shouldn’t have to take and I feel awful that you keep having to do it for me.” Your words came out so fast that Eddie almost didn’t understand what you were saying.

“I mean, I know you do it because you care about me, but I feel like I’m being selfish. What if-what if we just took a break?” That was not at all where he thought the conversation was going to go and there was no way that he was letting you break up with him. The only way the two of you would be apart was if one of you passed away. He was never letting you go as long as he lived.

“Woah,” he rested his hands on your shoulders. “Let’s not take drastic measures, hon. We’re not taking a break, okay? I know you feel guilty, but you don’t have to, baby. I really don’t mind showering before I come see you. I like using that nice shampoo you got me and like to make my hair look nice before I come and see my girl,” he smiled. “You’re not being selfish at all. I like doing stuff for you and making sure that you’re taken care of. And if that means taking a few extra showers every week, then so be it. I love you and I want to be with you for as long as I can.”

“You love me?” Your face lit up at the words. He had never said them to you before and now you knew that you were just being silly. Of course he wasn’t mad at you. Eddie couldn’t have been mad at you if he tried.

“So damn much,” he sighed.

“I love you too.”

“Now give me some sugar, sugar. Daddy needs a kiss.” He puckered his lips and you just shoved him away.

“Ew, not if you keep calling yourself that,” you laughed but gave him a kiss anyway, so grateful to have him in your life. Someone who would love you unconditionally even if you were acting irrationally. Someone who would love you until his very last breath.

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hungryforjay · 2 days

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𓆈 nrk || harry potter au

𓆈 not gryffindor slander i am a gryffindor myself🫡 first dialogue tags are ib a writing prompt || word count uhh short

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The witching hour approached quickly. The clouds were sparse and the sky was dark, save for the few stars that twinkled alongside the moon. The weeping willow swayed and the wind whispered through the leaves, flittered through the grass, swept the strands of your bangs and lifted them off your forehead. It nipped at your skin and tickled your calves, your robe doing little to cover your skin.

Riki lies next to you half asleep, eyelids fluttering like the wind.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Riki mumbles, startling you out of your trance fixed on the thestrals lurking by, “The shit your sister says?”

You watched a fallen leaf twirl onto a dirt bed.

“Does anyone feel good about the shit our siblings say?”

He shifted onto his elbow, his palm hoisting up his head. Riki looked very serious for once, more than you’ve ever seen him before.

“It should bother you. Everyone knows the stigma surrounding Slytherins is old news. You’re not evil. Do you know that?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning farther back on your hands to look up at the sky. It was the same conversation over and over again. Of how your perfect prefect sister, an insufferable Gryffindor, acted like you didn’t exist because you were sorted into Slytherin. And that was four years ago.

“Do you know that?”

Riki scrunched his face, fingers gripping the grass below him. “What?”

“You keep bringing it up so much, I’m starting to think you’re repeating it as a reminder to yourself.”

Scoffing, Riki ripped the weeds of grass from under his hands and rested his head on the dirt bed behind. He chuckled.

“Maybe I have to, y’know? Seeing as you aren’t doing anything to shift the narrative.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re just letting her going around spreadin’ shit about us. Nobody wants to be around us. Not even our own house, we’re outsiders in a place we’re supposed to call home.”

His eyes avoided yours, opting to stare at the moon that colored his pupils white.

“I’m not obligated to do shit Riki. They can think whatever they want. They-“

“They think we’re Death Eaters! That’s not something one can just think—about Y/n. They think we’re murderers…and I dunno about you, but I’m not okay with being labeled as a fuckin’ murderer. I’m a Slytherin. Not, and I repeat, not, a murderer.”

You stare wide eyed as he rested his head back on the bed of grass, shutting his eyes with a harsh sigh.

“Why do you think we’re out here, Y/n? We can’t even get a sliver of peace in our own fuckin’ dorm.” Riki muttered with and like the wind, soft and sharp.

It’s been a long time since you’ve cared about anything real. The last time you tried you ended up defeated against the triumph of your sister. But looking at Riki’s scrunched face, his frustration peaking through from the tremble in his lip had reminded you that he was real, his feelings were real.

Letting her win means losing Riki.

Riki, the only person who stuck beside you the moment you were sorted.

A low huff grumbled in the distance, pulling your attention off Riki. Two thestrals knocked their chins against each other, huffing and whining, playfulness reminding you of the relationship you shared with the boy ignoring you to your right.

“Let’s get her back.”

Riki cracked open an eye at the sound of your voice, eyebrow arched in question. “Get her back?”

You raised your eyebrows in response, heartbeat reaching your ears in anticipation of his answer. He pushed his upper body up with the heart of his palm, a sly grin creeping up the corners of his mouth.

He reached out a hand and you slapped yours in his, shyly grinning back.

“Slick the slytherin you are—Welcome back Y/n.”

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blerb-f1 · 2 days

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„Pimientos asados“ – A roasted Spaniard

Fernando Alonso x NonBinary!Medic!Reader

I'm aware i already used this trope. I think i just like my drivers sweaty :D