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glitterypinkconverse · 10 months

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e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary after having an argument with miles, you get mad as to why he always brings up your plushies while you guys are arguing. so, you threw them all away.

request by @friedturtlewhispers ! i accidentally posted this without writing actual story, so sorry your request got deleted 😭

a/n this is a continuation of the 42!miles headcanon from these headcanons! i’m a sucker for angst so ofc i has to write this 🤷‍♀️

warnings angst to fluff, cursing

“Ma, you’re the one who sleeps with stuffed animals at night.”

You two have been fighting over God knows what for at least 30 minutes, and whenever he brought up the fact that you sleep with stuffed animals at night pisses you off. You scoffed, stuck your middle finger up at him, and went to his doorway.

“Fuck you, Miles.” That was all you said before you walked out of his bedroom, and out his apartment door.

New York at night was chilly, so as you left the building you silently cursed to yourself. You forgot your jacket again, as it was hot during the day but then it cooled down. Luckily, your apartment building was only a block away, so it wasn’t that bad of a walk.

His words still rang through your head. That was his only comeback nowadays ever since he found out. You thought he hated it, for how much he teased you about sleeping with the stuffed animals. But secretly, though he would never admit it, he found it cute that you do. It made him happy seeing you happy, although you weren’t feeling it right now.

You thought actually sleeping with them bothered him, so as your mind was overflowing with rage, you did the petty thing.

You threw them all away.

Well, not really. You just stuffed them all in a bag and put it in your closet. But, it felt like you did because your once overfilled bed was now empty, the only thing on it was your clothes, pillows, and obvious blankets.

Your phone was blowing from texts and calls from Miles. You looked over at it and rolled your eyes. You put your phone on do not disturb, charged it, and then got in bed. All you needed right now was some rest, so you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep. Though, it was hard without at least one thing to hold.

Miles on the other hand, was freaking out. He was pacing around his room angrily, you guys never ended on bad terms. You would always make up, because he knew how important it was for you to have closure. He wanted to make this relationship work, and right now he felt like he was failing it.

“Pick up the phone, Y/N,” he mumbled, silently cursing everytime it went straight to voicemail. He groaned and left his room, saying a quick goodbye to his mom before leaving the apartment.

He walked, practically ran to your apartment where he barged in because you forgot to lock the door. Your parents were out on a work trip right now, so he reminded himself to scold you later on this. But for now, his only priority was to set things right and make it up to you.

He slowly opened your bedroom door, from the light being off he figured you were asleep. That was all until you turned around to look at the light that was entering your room, and groaned when you saw Miles standing in your doorway. “Fuck off.”

He scoffed and made his way towards you, “That’s no way to talk to me, now is it?” He joked, though you weren’t having it.

“What the hell are you doing here, Miles.” You turned away from him, so he couldn’t see the anger that was still looming on your face.

“Whatchu think I’m here for? I’m here to make it up to you. We’re not leaving on bad terms, and I swear by that.”

You didn’t respond, and that left Miles quiet. He observed the position you were in, and noticed your bed looked different.

“Ma, where’s all your stuffed animals?” He asked, concern in his voice. He shuffled around your bed, looking over you and looking at the end of your bed.

“Gone,” you mumbled. He paused in his tracks, looking over at you even though you couldn’t see him. Your back was facing the wall, so he immediately turned you around to face him.

“Fuck you mean gone?”

“I mean, gone, Miles. Like, they’re not here.” He was shocked, you loved those things more than anything. He looked around your room, for any sign of them.

None.

“I’ll be right back,” he mumbled before hurrying out of the room. You rolled your eyes and turned around in your bed again, feeling slightly bad that you lied to him.

However, Miles was going to the nearest store to get you something. He walked down the aisles of the store, searching for the perfect plushie. He grimaced at all of them, as they all looked unintentionally creepy. He decided on a pink teddy bear, as it looked the most tame and he knew how much you liked teddy bears. He went up to the register and paid for it, then rushed back to your apartment.

You were almost asleep when he barged in once again and sat on your bed. “Turn around.” When you didn’t, he turned you around himself and what you saw in his hands shocked you.

You sat up to face him, you didn’t expect him to buy you a teddy bear. You took it from his hands, admiring it slightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Y’know, I actually find it cute how you sleep with these.” You looked up at him and smiled, then fell into his arms.

“It’s alright, I guess. Thanks for the bear,” he hummed in response, to which you continued, “there’s a bag in my closet, do you think you can get it?” He pulled away slightly and raised an eyebrow at you, watching as you giggled against his chest.

He peeled away from you and walked to your closet, silently cursing when he saw the bag full of stuffed animals. “You’re full of shit, y’know that right?”

You laughed as he threw the bag at you, you throwing one of your pillows back at him in response. “You loooove me though.”

He walked back to your bed and put the pillow you threw at him back on the bed, and laid down with you. “You got one thing right,” he said as you adjusted in his arms.

“Oh, and also, don’t forget to lock your door. Can’t let anyone taking m’ girl away.”

“Go to sleep, Miles.”

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gloxk · 6 months

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Think she grippin’ on my dick but that’s my gun baby~

(Eren Y.)

A/n: Lil sum sum— srry fa neglecting yall. My schedule is so fuckkkkkeedd. But, I got sum more ‘plug’ eren comin up for my luvz. Anyway I hope yall enjoy this my luvz🫶🏽!

Synopsis: First link w Eren Yeager after not seeing him in a long time. ♥︎

Warning (s): Gun kink , dirty talk, Eren talking you through it, Mentions of drugs, riding an inanimate object, f/m, Uhm like reader calls him sir? Pet names, Needy s*x, Smut, ovi. girl yk the deal 17+ around here!

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You kicked your feet while biting your bottom lip, “Yeah, I know you miss me, baby.” You cheesed at his comments. Eren knew exactly what to say, his words were so sweet and slick. “Of course I miss you ren. When you gon come see me?” You heard his music blaring through his speakers. This boy really had you thinking about him every second of the day and night. “Whatchu mean? I’m outside right now ma.” You nearly took flight running down to the front door. It felt like time was nothing more than a mere interference with your speed. You swung your door open , your smile instantly dropped looking at your empty driveway “Fucking asshole, you lied.” He cackled as if you said something funny. “Nah I’m here.” He flicked his head lights grabbing your attention, you forgot his car was completely black. You didn’t understand why he would make his Hellcat so dark. Didn’t he want people to see it?

You smiled seeing him get out of his car, he looked so fucking fine in his Nike tech. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. Knees nearly buckled as Eren approached the door. You gulped back your salvia, it felt like swallowing a golf ball. “Heyyy baby.” His lips met your cheek, it’s been so long since you saw Eren. His voice held a sweet tang and a long draw to it. His fragrance was a mix of Dior Sauvage and Backwoods. His eyes spoke for themselves; red and low. “Eren—are you high?” you pulled his face closer to yours. Examining his eyes—yeah, he was fucking hammered. “When am I not?” He flashed his pearly whites, you always wonder how he got his teeth so nice and white. If perfection was a human it had to be him, there was no visible flaw within that man. “You gonna smoke your brain away if you keep it up.” You closed the door and walked with him up to your bedroom. Eren looked at you with a soft expression, his eyes locked on to yours. “Aww, you care about me, baby? Fine, I guess I have no choice but to do as you wish.”He jokingly replied. Eren didn’t have many people who cared for him, so it was nice to know you were one of the very few.

Eren found himself in your bed once again, he nuzzled into your neck while a basic Netflix movie played. He wasn’t particularly interested in the movie, and you were aware of this. But he acted like he was excited to watch it. Your hands ran over his thigh grazing over his dick. Fingertips wrapping around it. “Damn Ren, you must be very happy to see me huh?” you giggle sinking into your bed lining. Eren's dark jade eyes met yours, the lower part of his face was covered by his hand. Unbeknownst to you, he had a new hand tattoo; a skeleton face—damn he looked fine. “That ain’t my dick, that’s my gun baby.” He laid on his back, his shirt slightly lifting revealing the weapon. You couldn’t resist wrapping your fingers around the handle of his gun; it was calling your name. You held it in your hand admiring the weapon, it alone held the power to remove a soul from this world.

“You like it?” he took the gun away from your grasp. He parted your thighs placing the cold metal against your cunt. “Yes sir.” You bit your lip at the sheer cold touching you. The hairs on your neck stood up, it was so dangerous, it turned you on. He slid your panties over letting the blistering cold metal meet your pussy. The gun started at a gentle pace, moving slowly against your clit. Erens lips occupied your neck; kissing and sucking it. His tongue lightly brushed over your collarbone, you felt his tongue piercing glide against your skin. You rutted hard against his gun trying to relieve the built-up pressure in your abdomen. You didn’t want his gun, you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you silly until you could no longer comprehend your surroundings. “Fuucck, I need more ren, I need you.” The gun hastily left your thighs. “I need you too ma.” His mouth met his glock licking your slick off of it. Eren's lips pressed firmly together creating a ‘mmm’ sound. He got on top of you pressing his chest against yours. You felt his bulge through his sweatpants, his dick was begging to be left free. He pulled his sweat pants down, just below his crotch panel. Your fingertips slipped under his elastic waistband; tugging his boxers downwards. His dick pounced out, an angry red color washed over his tip. “Fuck, it’s been too long.” He stroked his dick letting the bead of pre cum coat his tip. Eren slid inside inch by inch, he grunted feeling your heat. “Damn baby, I ain’t fuck you good in a minute huh? You miss this dick?” You nodded quickly, yes—you missed everything about him. His hand wrapped around your mouth looking at his tattoo covering your face. It turned him on seeing it on you— whether his hand was around your throat, mouth, or ass. It always looked so perfect on you.

Eren tugged your shirt up watching your tits bounce as he pounded into you. You tried to push him away from overstimulating your cunt “Nah, This what you wanted right? Take this dick.” He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder, he fucked you faster making you scream out. You could have sworn you put holes in the sheets because you were gripping them so tightly. You threw your head back clenching around Erens cock. Your body jolted at your release, finally letting go of that pressure you once had. “Ahh- fuck-“ you moaned while subtly grinding against his abdomen. His pace faltered, but not ending, Eren didn’t stop fucking you until he came all over your stomach. By then you were already on your third orgasm. He positioned himself beside you kissing your neck while tracing circles on your arm. “I know you love that shit.” He sighed, he was a fool for you as you were for him. He loved looking at your fucked out expression knowing he was the reason you looked like that.

“Mhm, I do, I really fucking do.” He grabbed his gun again setting it down on your chest, “That’s my favorite gun now, ima get your name carved in it.” That gun will forever be by his side from now on.

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4 my whores.

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tyunniez · 5 months

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so good... choso x male reader

!!.. made w male reader in mind but no mention of reader having a dick, usage of good boy, praise kink, bj, grinding, very slight angst & choso got a boner in public lol

you smiled at your boyfriend as you dragged him back towards the pond nearby, " choso look! isn't that duck just so cute! " you smiled up at him as you held onto his hand, shaking him a bit.

you bent down to take a closer look at the duck, smiling and waving at it as if it could understand you.

he smiled and hummed along, taking a picture of you and the duck.

cute.. he thought to himself while staring at the picture. " choso let's get some ice cream there! " your boyfriend looked at you, nodding in agreement.

the chilly wind from the air conditioner immediately hits the both of you, cooling the both of you down. you rushed towards the different variety of flavors, trying to decide if you should go with your usual or another flavor.

" hmm.. choso what flavour should i get? cotton candy, mint choco, or just my go-to? " you grabbed choso's arm, hooking your own arm around his. choso however tensed upon the contact.

" uh.. h- how about cotton candy? " he shakily replied. you raised an eyebrow at him " okay.. whatchu' want babe? " choso only shook his head and practically dragged you towards the cashier.

the both of you sat outside on a nearby bench in a park. the area itself was pretty secluded so it was only you and choso around.

you licked your ice cream as you glanced towards your boyfriend. his shoulder seemed tense as he sat a little too far away from you. his head was facing away from you, a hand holding his head up.

" um, choso.. if you want to go home now we can.. i can tell you're not enjoying the date, y'know. " you croaked out, a bit sad about how he was behaving.

choso on the other hand snapped his head to face you, a shocked expression on his face. the flush on his face only grew more crimson.

" oh no yn. i just.. uh... " choso tried explaining himself, his eyes seeming more guilty than ever.

you placed a hand on his leg that has been bouncing up and down, a comforting look in your eyes. " it's okay babe, you can tell me.. "

choso's eyes looked down at his pants, which revealed a.. boner.

you stared at it for a while, processing the information inside your brain. as soon as it registered, a blush immediately bloomed on your face.

" oh.. oh. o-oh my god babe, i didn't even notice..! " you snorted a bit, your eyes still glued to the growing tent in his pants. perhaps maybe because he was wearing baggy jeans you didn't notice, or maybe the fact that the hoodie he was wearing slightly covered his crotch.

" you got hard from me ordering ice cream or what? " you teased him. truth be told, he was hard when you bent down, the shorts that you were riding up and showed off your thigh.

he rolled your eyes at you, holding onto your cheeks to make you face him.

" you're gonna help me or not? "

a tear ran down your face as you battted your eyelashes up at him. your doe eyes only coaxing him further to release.

choso smirked and played with your hair, twirling it around his fingers while patting you. " mmh fuck.. you're so good for me baby, aren't you? " choso complimented you, making you rut on his foot.

after the slightly awkward discovery of your boyfriend's boner. you agreed to help him out, to which he dragged you into the car and sped straight to home.

which now led to you with only your boxer on, grinding on choso's foot while sucking him off like a good boy.

you hummed with him deep inside your throat, the vibration from it sending shivers down choso's spine. you continued to suck and swirl your tongue on him, occasionally taking him out to only go back down.

" ugh.. that's right, just like that yn. doing such a good job, hm? " choso's deep voice made you only wetter in your boxer, making you nearly cum just from his voice.

he then grabbed a handful of your hair, sliding your mouth up and down on his cock slowly. you let him do his thing, letting yourself be used by him.

" that's right, just let me do the work now, okay? been so good for me.. "

you moaned at this, your cum finally fully soaking your boxers and choso's socks. " nnh look at you, coming untouched? so cute.. "

after some painfully slow time, choso finally sped up, causing you to gag from how fast he was going. " ngh! just sit there and look pretty. just like how you always do, baby. "

right after he said that his sticky hot cum finally came into your mouth, painting your throat white. a few escaped past your lips, dribbling down your chin.

choso pulled out with a shaky sigh, his grip on your hair never leaving. a smile on his lips as he used his tip to guide the escaping cum back to your lips. " hah.. you're so pretty, baby. so pretty just for me, hm? "

you nodded at him, a smile on your lips.

" come here baby, i'll reward you for being such a good boy for me. "

sorry that the smut part wasn't as long yallz.. i know yall are horny bastards 😞😞

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mrsstarkey1 · 1 year

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whipped - rafe cameron

summary: rafe totally isn't whipped for you

word count: 1.5k

warnings: just curse words

a/n: check out my most recent rafe fic !

"Alright, what the fuck is up with you?" Topper finally asked Rafe, grabbing onto his shoulder. "We're at a party surrounded by chicks and booze, and you're over here sitting alone looking like you're gonna kill yourself."

Rafe shook Topper’s hand off of him, smoothing out his sweatshirt that Topper had just grabbed onto, "get your hands off me, man."

Topper held his hands up, "I'm just worried about you, dude."

Rafe simply rolled his eyes, reaching down to the cooler by his chair to grab a beer. He cracked open the can and took a long sip, "happy now?"

Topper scoffed, "whatever, man. At least do a bump," he said, reaching into his back pocket.

Rafe shook his head, "I'm good."

"Oh come on," Topper started, beginning to pull out the plastic bag, only to be stopped by Rafe's grip on his arm.

"I said fucking no, Top. Jesus."

"Alright, alright," he said with a defeated sigh, turning to walk back toward the lively side of the party.

He stopped when he reached Kelce, putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, you know what's been up with Rafe lately?"

Kelce shook his head a little, "whatchu mean?" he slurred.

Topper pointed back to wear Rafe was sitting in a chair, arms crossed, just staring straight in front of him, "look at the fucker. Offered him a bump and he said no. He's acting extra bitchy than normal."

Kelce shrugged his shoulders carelessly and started to walk away, but stopped abruptly when a thought entered his mind. "Y'know what it might be? That y/n chick isn't here," he said, eyes widened in realization.

Topper gave him a puzzled look, wracking his brain for any recognition of a y/n. "Who?"

Kelce rolled his eyes, "come on man. Y/n y/l/n. She was in a couple of our classes senior year. Rafe ran into her at that bonfire a couple weeks ago, remember? He was smiling and giggling and shit and blew us off when we asked him about it," Kelce only paused briefly before hitting Toppers chest, "yeah, yeah now that I think about it, he's in an oddly good mood when she's around, and extra douchebaggy when she's not. Shit's crazy, man," he said with a shake of his head.

Topper vaguely remembered the girl he was talking about. He thought for a moment, a plan forming in his slightly intoxicated mind. "You got her number?" he asked Kelce.

"I think. Here," he mumbled, shoving his phone against his chest before taking off toward the girl that had just called his name. If Rafe was actually whipped over this girl, Topper was going to figure it out.

After calling your number about seven times, he finally got an answer. "Jesus Christ Kelce, what do you want?" you'd asked, irritated tone evident in your voice.

"Heyyy y/n, this is Topper Thornton. What are you up to right now?" He asked in his nicest voice he could pull off.

Topper could practically hear you roll your eyes, "currently I'm wishing I'd never given my phone number to Kelce. What do you want?"

"I just wanted to invite you to this party I'm at right now," he said, only now realizing that he had no reason to back up this invitation without spoiling his plan. "It's uh- really fun. And I was just sitting here thinking, 'y/n y/l/n would really like this party'," he said, slapping his hand on his forehead at his own words.

On the other side of the phone, you were sitting in your car outside the party you could only assume Topper was talking about now. You were planning on attending the party from the jump, you'd just lost track of time watching TV. "What's so good about the party, Topper?" you played along for the fun of it.

"Uhh-" Topper thought for a little too long, "there's uh, beer?" He said, sounding unsure of his words.

You rolled your eyes, but composed yourself. "You know what, Top? You've convinced me. I'm on my way," you said with fake sincerity, smiling at your own acting.

"Really? Great, see ya," Topper hung up the phone, a proud smile on his face. Now all he had to do was watch and see if Kelce was right.

You opened your car door after a couple moments, and made your way inside the house. You squeezed through the crowd of people in the living room, trying to get to a less crowded area.

You stopped in the kitchen, scanning the room for your friend that had invited you. She was nowhere to be seen, so you opted to go get a drink first.

You grabbed a beer out of the cooler, sipping it slowly as you leaned against the kitchen counter, still looking around the room for your friend. Your eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting on a chair outside, only visible through the glass doors. You smiled a little, immediately walking toward the back door.

"You look like you're having fun, Cameron," you said once you reached him, sitting down on the table in front of him, your knees touching his.

Rafe's lips twitched into an immediate smile, eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He leaned forward a little so he could hear you over the voices of everyone around you, "hey, how long have you been here?"

"Just got here. Why? You been looking for me?" You asked with a smirk, putting your free hand out to shove his shoulder lightly.

Rafe looked down, an involuntary red flush starting on his cheeks. "Course not," he waved the accusation off quickly, in a comically unconvincing tone. "But I am glad you're here. These parties bore the hell out of me."

"Oh come on, Rafe Cameron bored at a party?" your eyes flickered down to the beer in his hand. You grabbed it from him, eyes widening at the realization it was nearly full, "and not even drinking a beer?" You questioned.

Your eyebrow raised as Rafe simply shrugged, "just not feeling it recently, I guess. The last party I actually had fun at was Kelce's a couple weeks ago, remember?" his smile widened as he spoke, "when we absolutely demolished everyone at beer pong."

You laughed with a nod, "course I remember. You're the best pong partner I've had in years," you said truthfully, a smile plastered on your face.

Rafe's expression turned impossibly more bright, eyes lighting up at the sight of your smile and the angelic sound of your laugh. He tore his eyes from you after a moment, so he could actually form words. "Do you uh- have any plans for later tonight?"

You opened your mouth to say something, but all that came out was a shriek as cold liquid splashed on your shoulder and down your back. You stood up abruptly, wringing out your now beer-soaked shirt.

"Oh shit," a guy slurred from beside you, "my bad."

Topper got up quickly from his chair across the room after witnessing the incident, starting to move toward the two of you. He had just happened to look over just as- okay fine, he was watching intently the whole time.

He prepared himself as he walked to pull Rafe off of the guy that had just soaked you in beer - no doubt in his mind that Rafe would start a fight.

Rafe stood up from his chair quickly, only spending half a second sending a glare toward the drunk idiot who'd done this. He placed his hands on your shoulders, “are you alright?” he asked, worried eyes scanning over you.

Topper's eyes narrowed as he watched Rafe turn his attention fully to you, as the drunk guy stumbled back into the house. He watched intently as the rest of the scene played out, completely opposite from what he expected.

You laughed, nodding your head. “I’m good, I just reek of Bud Light now,” you glanced down at your shirt, “and I look ridiculous,” you said with a chuckle.

Rafe quickly unzipped his jacket, shrugging it off of his shoulders and placing it loosely over yours, "what an asshole," he muttered.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves, chuckling a little at how they fell so far past your hands. You rolled the sleeves up a little, and zipped up the sweatshirt. “Thanks, Rafe. My hero,” you said with a grateful smile.

Rafe’s grin widened uncontrollably at your words, and he quickly tried to shake the giddy feeling off of him, "you uh- you wanna go inside? It looks a little less crowded in there.”

You nodded, slipping your hand into his as you navigated through the crowd of people together.

Topper let out a shocked breath as he watched you and Rafe walk through the doors and out of his sight. "Well I’ll be damned," he muttered to himself with a shake of his head, "he is whipped."

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dilfl0v3rss · 8 months

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play fighting with ony but y/n gets mad he's stronger and gives him silent treatment so he puts her in place

sb else sent something like this too i hope they see ittttt😩❤️

ony tries to refrain from play fighting with you, knowing that his strength would always overpower yours and you be quick to get serious after he hits you wrong.

“baby moveeee” he whined as you continued to kiss all over his face. sticky clear lip gloss smudging all over ony’s dark cheeks as you quickly moved from different spots on his face. he eventually just got tired of you a got up from the bed. you quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him so you didn’t fall, but ony had different plans, quickly grabbing your hips and throwing your body off of him as he got up. you landed on the bed with a “oomf” as you looked up at his irritated face.

“got me looking like a glazed donut” he mumbled as he walked to the bathroom to wash his face. you were in a giddy mood so you followed him, wrapping your small arms around his waist as ony rid himself of your lipgloss. “mama m’not finna keep playin with you. you bout to get these hands furreal” his voice was serious, but you didn’t care, doing the one thing he hated the most. you slowly slid your hands off him towards his back, running them up to his shoulders to give them a light squeeze. ony thought you were finally finished, relaxing into your touch. he couldn’t have been more wrong.

before he knew it your hands quickly slid from his shoulders to his ass, giving it a rough squeeze before you ran. “hell nah im finna whoop that ass” before you got far you felt your arm get yanked right back towards him. ony said nothing, letting his body do the talking as he quickly lifted you up high in the air, making you scream. “oh my god baby put my downn! put me down ony fore you drop meeee!” you yelled, scared shitless as your strong boyfriend held you over his head. “say you sorry first”

you rolled your eyes, quickly telling him what he wanted to hear so you can get down. “m’sorry m’sorry now put me downnn” now anyone in there right mind would put the person down softly, but your boyfriend was never in his right mind. he practically threw you, laughing as he watched you fall to the bed face first. in an instant you were on him. you didn’t even know what you were doing, but you knew you wanted to whoop that ass. smack after smack you tried to deliver on his arms and chest while ony blocked all of them. “bitch ass nigga”

his smile quickly faded as he looked at you with wide eyes. “aight watch this” before you knew it you were on your stomach, his strong arm holding your arms behind your back as he delivered a hard slap to your ass. it was so hard you felt the sting long after he hit you, even when you got back up and got back to fighting. throwing “punches” all over his body while chanting “bitch bitch bitch” with every one of them. you were winning, well that’s what ony wanted you to think. he was going to let you have your fun until you decided to drag it bite his shoulder.

“the fuck?!” he yelled before lightly punching you in your thigh and flipping you over so he had your wrists in his hands. “i told you about that biting shit mama ion like that. now cut it out fore i really get mad.” while he spoke you tried your hardest to get out of his grasp, but he was too strong. making you let out an exaggerated sigh as you rolled your eyes. “whatever nigga jus get off me” ony complied, quietly getting off of you before going back to his side of the bed.

“mad strong for no reason, big ass nigga don’t know how to play fight without hurting people” ony rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone so he could just ignore you and carry on with his evening, but you always had to push it. “next time you punch me like that ima cut your shoes up. dumb bitch” you glanced at ony, hoping that he heard you but you quickly came to regret that. brown eyes looking into yours with a deadly stare as ony carried a stern look on his face.

“whatchu say?” his voice was low as he continued intimidating you with his stare. you refused to repeat yourself, choosing to just shake your head “no” to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing your voice. “what did you say y/n. answer me” ony didn’t care about the shoes, but he’s told you many times how he felt about you letting that bitch word fly out your mouth. he let it slide the first time, but now you were in trouble. “so you don’t know how t’speak? cmere, i’ll make you speak”

you moved to walk away from him, thinking that leaving the room and giving him some space would help him, but you were unsuccessful. ony was quick to grab your arm, pulling you back to him on the bed. “what i said about calling me that? do i call you that?” you shook your, irritating him further. ony rolled his eyes, throwing you over his lap before pulling his shirt that you were wearing over your ass. you were in nothing but a thong, your brown skin sitting plump and ready for him to slap.

“s’not a reply mama talk t’me. do i call you that?” before you could reply a hard slap was brought to your ass, ony’s wide palm almost leaving a handprint on you. a small whimper left your lips, tears already welling in your eyes as you spoke in a shaky voice. “n-no” he let out a satisfied sigh, lifting your body off his lap before laying you on your back. “then why you keep saying it t’me when you know ion like it? take allat shit off”

within minutes you were fighting for your life. your hands were bound behind your back by one big strong one, ass just ricocheting off the defined stomach of your boyfriend as he fed you every last inch of his dick. “must think i’m pussy or sum” he mumbled. his hips never missed a beat as he tightened his grip on your wrists with one hand. his other hand was wrapped firmly around the back of your neck, making it impossible for you to run from him as he gave you everything he had. “who a bitch mama?” ony said in a taunting voice, his hand pulling you up slightly so he could hear your reply.

you were fucked out. drool calling from your lips as you stared deliriously at the headboard in front of you. “d-dunno daddy. i dun…..dunno” a smirk quickly made its way to your boyfriends lips at the sound of your fucked out, barely audible voice. he always knew just what to do to have you like this and instead of easing up he decided to give you more for your actions earlier. “oh now you ‘dunno’? you sounded real sure of yourself when you was saying it earlier.” as he spoke, ony made sure you push down a little on your wrists, making your arch deeper as he granted himself more access to your pretty pussy.

your lips parted instantly, a whine escaping them as you tried to move your wrists from his tight grip. of course you were unsuccessful, only making your boyfriend smile grow as he felt your pussy began to tighten around him. “oh you close now mama? tryna make a mess all on this dick?” your head instantly began to nod, a breathless “yes” flying from your lips as you began to rock yourself back into him. ony moved fast behind you, fucking you quickly with all of him. your pussy fluttered at the feeling, your orgasm quickly approaching as you felt some of your wetness begin to trick down your thighs.

before you knew it you were cumming all over him, your release reaching the sheets, your thighs, and ony’s lower stomach as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. your body shook in overstimulation, hands fighting with the right grip he still had on them as your boyfriend continued to fuck you at the same pace. “i c-can’t take n-no more daddy” you whined. when you turned around to look at him you were met with nothing but mischievous eyes, a smirk dancing on ony’s lips as he parted them to speak.

“ion care ma, we gon stop when we find that bitch you was talking bout. now stop whining fore i make you come ride me next”

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moralesluvr · 10 months

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I loved that one request where miles 42 had a daughter can you do another one of those?

DADDY’S HOME | earth!42 miles morales

the window situated in front of you seemed like a good place to jump out of, due to the ringing in your ears that was caused by your daughter’s loud cries. fat globs of tears were running down her brown cheeks, wails escaping from her throat, tiny fists balled up near her sides.

your husband had left for work hours ago, and you put her to sleep at that time so she wouldn’t be bothered by the fact that her dad was gone. aaliyah was a bit of a daddy’s girl, so when he wasn’t around, she would just cry and cry and you couldn’t ever seem to get her to stop.

today, she slept peacefully until she got hungry, and that was the jumpstart to her little tantrum. when she realized that miles was nowhere to be found, she sat in front of the front door for a literal hour, screams filling the air as she just repeated ‘daddy, where are you?’

“li li.” you called, scooping your baby up in your arms as you cooed at her, “shhh, love, daddy’s coming, i promise…”

after an hour of trying to shush your daughter, you hear the door unlock, and a sigh of relief fumbled off of your lips as miles walked through the doorframe, two bouquets of flowers in the embrace of his clutched palms as your two-year old ran to him.

miles fell to his knees and opened his arms, where aaliyah found herself engulfed in as she giggled, her crying ceasing, “daddy, daddy!”

“hola chiquita!” he told her, kissing her forehead as he picked her up, standing up to his full height and bouncing her on his hip, “whatchu been up to, lil one? hm?”

his index finger tucked underneath her chin, tickling the soft flesh as she laughed, hands reaching for the bouquets of flowers.

miles then came over to your seated position on the couch, leaning down to give you an affectionate kiss on your lips, “i ain’ forget about you, baby— missed you so bad.”

“aaliyah missed you more.” you sighed, “she wouldn’t stop crying. i tried everythin’ and she wouldn’t hush, i think she hates me.”

“don’t be bitter, mami. it’s okay to not be the favorite parent.” he laughed, handing you one of the bouquets full of beautiful flowers, brown paper wrapped around them as he gave you a forehead kiss, “brought these for you.”

you cooed at him, “miles! this is so cute…thank you!”

he then handed your baby the tiny bouquet of roses as she grabbed them enthusiastically with a smile on her lips.

“for both my girls.” he spoke, kissing aaliyah’s cheek as he sat down on the couch next to you, baby in his lap as his whispered against your warm skin,

“i love you.”

“and i love you more.” you spoke, eyes fluttering closed as you fell into a slumber, the snores of your baby and miles’ lulling you to sleep.

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visionarymode · 7 months

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Plenty of Time

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 1,548

“Baby…” he mumbled in her ear before nibbling her earlobe. She stirred in her sleep and a little moan escaped her as he circled his tongue on her neck. He traveled back up to her lips to plant a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed.

“Wake yo pretty ass up,” he cooed in her ear leaving little kisses on her shoulder.

“5 more minutes,” she muttered.

“That’s it? That’s plenty of time,” he softly stated, rubbing his hand over her ass that peeked out of her gray booty shorts. He slowly got up from her side to get on top of her, catching a small smile form at her lips. He moved her hip to the left so she was entirely on her back but she kept her eyes closed.

“Oh you still sleeping huh?” he asked against her lips, his chain dangling as it grazed her neck.

“Mhm.”

He pressed his warm soft lips to hers as she effortlessly kissed back. He lightly squeezed her cheeks with one hand to open her mouth wider, sliding his tongue in. She moaned as she gave it a nice and slow suck feeling the bulge in his boxers press against her. She wrapped one arm around his neck to pull him closer with the other lightly pulling at his hair.

“Look who’s awake now,” he teased rubbing his hand up and down her leg that was wrapped around his waist.

“Not me…” she sighed sarcastically refusing to meet his eyes so he could continue his little teasing.

“Damn…I’m not hittin’ the right spots then.” He glided his tongue over her neck once more to suck on her weak spot for a good minute creating a little purple hickey. He did the same to the other side of her neck causing her back to slightly arch from his wet & warm needy tongue.

“Fuuuuck,” she softly moaned running her hand through his hair while he slightly bruised her skin.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby,” he whispered watching her bite her lip as he lifted her cropped tank revealing her breasts. He grabbed them with both his hands giving them a little squeeze before slithering his tongue between them up her neck and back to her lips giving her a hungrier kiss. He returned back down and her skin tingled as his grillz grazed her nipple before giving it a lick.

“Jey…” she softly moaned.

“Yeah baby?” he asked rubbing his thumb over her other nipple. He looked up to see her licking her lips in awe watching him work his mouth on her body.

“Say my name again…” he pressed her. He kept his eyes on her as he stuck out his thick tongue to give it a slow lick.

“Mmmm…Jey” she moaned shutting her eyes again from the pleasure.

“Mmmm sounds so sexy when you moan it like that.” He flicked his tongue at a faster pace giving her nipple one last aggressive sloppy suck as it loudly popped out his mouth.

“Gonna sound sexier when I’m all up in this pussy,” he growled in her ear. He left kisses down her stomach, wrapping his fingers around the band of her shorts taking his time pulling them off her.

“Whatchu want for breakfast? A…” he asked leaving a wet kiss on her left inner thigh causing her to to sharply inhale from the contact.

“B…” he taunted again as he twirled his tongue on her right inner thigh.

“or C…” he ran his tongue over her damp panties, grabbing the laced hem with his teeth once he reached the top of them.

“C. C. fucking C…” she whined in frustration wrapping her thighs around his head. He chuckled with her panties still in his mouth as he dragged them off her. She bit her lip watching her white lace panties held between his teeth as he rubbed his hands up her thighs till that chain dangled above her again.

“Go ‘head and turn that pretty ass around for me,” he whispered in her ear.

She quickly obliged arching her back as her ass naturally angled up towards him. He took her panties out of his mouth and tossed them to the side as he ran his palms over both cheeks, aggressively squeezing them as he hummed in admiration.

“You play too much baby…” she muttered using her hands to raise her upper body.

“Nah…you just impatient. Get back down.” He ran his hand down her lower back to her neck to meet her face with the sheets again.

“I do what I want…” he slipped his two middle fingers in his mouth, a string of spit following them as he pulled them back out. He slowly ran them along her entrance opening her folds.

“When I want…because this pussy is mine,” he whispered against her lower lips causing her to shudder from the cool air that fell from his mouth. He flattened his tongue along her entrance before flicking it up and down at a steady pace to savor every inch of her. She let out a shaky breath as he picked up the pace, his tongue sloppily lapping at an unrelenting tempo.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked gripping her ass more aggressively while he teased his middle fingers along her entrance again.

“Uhhhhh fuck,” she cried out as he slipped them inside, pumping at a slow torturous pace that strengthened her grip on the sheets. He smacked her ass causing her to gasp from the painful yet pleasureful contact. He gently grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her up against his body.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he growled in her ear wrapping his hand around her neck. The sloppy sloshes of his finger fucking got louder as he was knuckles deep inside of her. He swirled his tongue around her earlobe before biting it to urging her to answer.

“Yours…it’s yours daddy,” she moaned. He felt her pulsating around his fingers and knew she was on the verge of cumming as her high-pitched moans became more frequent. He slowly pulled his fingers out and flipped her on her back causing her to yelp from the abrupt halt to her impending orgasm.

“What the fuck-“ he cut her off to grab her throat and slipped his tongue in her mouth as she reluctantly kissed back.

“I want you to cum in my mouth…” he mumbled against her lips, taking his soaked fingers that were inside of her seconds ago against his tongue to suck them off. He pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles and rolled her over like a pretzel so her knees were touching her shoulders. He licked his lips and spit in her pussy as he kept his eyes on her. He spread it up and down her entrance with his two fingers as he separated her folds to dig his tongue into her hole.

“Mmmmm…my goooood,” her moans blared through the room as he thrust his tongue in and out. He took her thighs and placed them on top of his shoulders continuing to feast on her. She felt heat rush all over her body as he simultaneously buried his face between her thighs to slurp her up recklessly, feeling the hairs on his beard send additional tingles along her skin.

“My girl taste so fuckin’ good,” he groaned as her fingers enclosed in his hair to assist her grind on his mouth, feeling her climax intensify.

“Fuuuuuuck Jey,” she cried out. He kept a steady intent gaze on her as she was overwhelmed with satisfaction. He used his thumb to massage her clit in circles as he furiously made out with her pussy, holding her in place as her legs started to shake from the shockwaves taking over her body. She felt her heart pounding out of her chest as her eyes fluttered and mouth fell open as his tongue continued its insatiable invasion. They moaned in unison as she came in his mouth. He continued hungrily lapping his tongue swallowing every ounce of her nectar till she came down from her euphoric high. She panted loudly as her chest heaved from her ongoing screaming. Her eyes followed his as he stood up to run his hand over his soaked beard.

“Holy…shit.” she breathed out watching him flash a big grin at her.

“Woke you up didn’t I? They don’t call me ucey jucey for nothing,” he said as he rubbed his hands together.

“I can’t stand you,” she giggled as he crawled to her to lay beside her. He furrowed his brows pulling her leg across his waist.

“That’s not what you said a couple seconds ago. Yeeeeees jey….fuck jey,” he ran his hands all over her body as he mocked her high pitched moans.

“Okay, you know what?” she scoffed as she turned to straddle his lap.

“Let me put you in my mouth and see how much you like it…” she whispered against his lips as she let herself grind against his bulge. He grabbed her ass with both hands to deepen her grind. Her mouth fell open from the contact and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue down her throat.

“Go ahead and show me then…we got plenty of time.”

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tvgals · 9 months

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Do you think you'd be able to write a hurt/comfort for aran x influencer reader who's got a backhanded compliment thrown at her during an interview she did? Ending can be a smut or fluff it's up to you <33

‘ MY KIND OF WOMAN. ‘

— aran has a problem when one of the reporters says something about you.

you sat at the table with an interviewer in one of those large white rooms with a camera crew and two chairs. you sit next to a woman wearing all black — you in stark contrast with pink and white attire. you were told this interview would be about your personal life and experiences growing up who you were, and you were beyond excited.

“so y/n, glad to have you here!” the camera panned to you, you waved at the camera and gave a sweet smile, turning back to the interviewer. “i’m your host, jeanie, and today we’ll be interviewing miss. y/n about her trials and victories as an influencer!” she smiles. as the interview goes on, she asks you questions about your life and how you see your future. things were going well until she asked you about aran.

“i know things must be hard having a boyfriend like aran. i mean, look at him and look at you!” jeanie giggles, putting her palm face up and jutting it in your direction. your eyebrows crease in confusion. “what do you mean by that?” you ask, starting to get up from your seat. “oh no, i just mean that he’s so good looking you must feel insecure sometimes!” you heave a sigh and walk out with a “y’all got me fucked up.” you take your phone out your purse and call aran.

‘hey baby.’

‘aran, they got me fucked up. come get me.’

‘what happened? i’m on my way.’

you hung up the phone and waited for aran to get there — while waiting you decided to post a tweet about your current situation.

y/n’sinterlude

these reporters got me fucked up if they think they finna talk shit then have me sit there and take it 🤡

aran pulls up in his hellcat and you get in the car — throwing you purse on the floor. “woah, baby, i paid almost four hunnid for that purse.” aran chuckles, immediately shutting up when he sees your glare at him. “but seriously, what’s wrong, baby?” aran asks, putting his hand on your thigh and driving away. you scroll on twitter for a minute before answering. “baby, they in there playing with my time.” you said, turning your phone off and throwing it on your lap. “tell me what happened.” aran says, turning the corner.

“so ole’ girl was in there talking to me about my life or whatever, then she asked be about our relationship. at first i’m like ‘okay?’ but then she started speaking about how insecure i must be ‘cause i’m with you. so i left they ass.” you explained, smearing fenty lipgloss on your lips. “damn. i gotchu, mama.” aran says, pulling into the driveway of your house. “whatchu mean?” you ask, getting out the car and opening the front door — aran trailing behind you. “i mean i gotchu. don’t worry ‘bout it.” he says, pulling you into you twos bedroom and pushing you onto the bed. you giggle and pull aran down into a kiss.

“i’m gon’ get you right, mama.” aran says in your ear, trailing down to your cunt. “aran..” you whine, arching your back. “jus’ let me take care of you, okay?” he says, his hot breath ghosting on your clit. “okay…” you mumble. aran licks a strip along your pussy, earning a moan from you, and delves his tongue inside of you. aran nudges his nose against your clit as your hand flys to the back of his head, forcing him deeper into your warm cunt. “right there, baby! i’m finna cum!” you warned him before you eventually gushed onto the bottom half of his face. aran slurped up the cum and rose above you, a dopey grin on his face. “taste so good.” aran laughed airily while pulling his dick out his boxers — hitting just in the middle of his belly button with a soft thud.

“y’know what to do, baby. on yo stomach, make sure you arch real good.” aran says. you flip over and arch your back, your hands under the pillow that your faced was shoved in. aran ran his tip along the slit of your pussy for a minute before slowly pushing in, letting out low grunts. “ah shit…just fucked you on tuesday, why you not lettin’ me in?” he asks, holding your hips. “‘m sorry, papa..” you whined, pushing your hips back. “aht, i gotchu.” he hushed you, finally bottoming out. you noticed aran didn’t move for a while, you looked back to see aran on his phone, the flashlight on presumably taking a video. “aran!” you groaned in annoyance. he chuckled and hushed you — finally fucking you like you deserved. “my baby so pretty.” aran mumbled, caressing your plush ass. “you so deep, papa…” you groaned, drool rolling down your chin and into the pillow. “i know. you real close, too. i can feel yo pretty pussy getting tighter.” aran laughs. you eventually came so hard your eyesight started getting splotchy and you heard ringing in your ears. “mhm..” aran hummed, his dick shooting cum into your womb. aran ends the video and opens twitter — his dick still inside of you — and he posts the video with a caption of “she don’t seem too insecure to me.” and he watched as the video blew up.

“aran, baby, whatchu doin’?” you ask, looking back at him. “nun.”

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ayeyolooo · 9 months

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BREAK UP PRANK!

Summary: you and your boyfriend has a YouTube channel and you decide to prank him.

WARNINGS!!:CUSSING ANDDDD IDK? LMKK IF I MISSED SOMETHING<3

The reader is a thick reader. She has a pudge and thick thighs. She’s written as a black female, the n word may be used. Please excuse my grammatical errors Enjoy <3.

“Hiii my loves!! Ony is in the shower right now,and I thought now would be a good time to prank Ony back.” You said looking at your hair through the cameras screen. “He thought that it would be funny to prank me with that lil eyelash prank.” You said rolling your eyes and laughing. “He got me,but I’m Finna get him back real good.” You said showing off your muscles.’ “Okay yall I think that I heard the shower turn off,I’m going to set the camera up! Ony I just wanna let you know that I would never ever leave you,and that you’re my baby and I love you so much!” You said kissing the camera before turning it off and finding a good place to sit the camera. After you clicked record you ran to your closet, your feet thudding against the wood as you ran. You took your biggest suitcase out and placed it on your bed.

Ony walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His head jerked back as he seen you grabbing your clothes from your shared closet and walking them to your luggage. “Whatchu doing mama?” He asked with a concerned tone. You just ignored him. “Y/n?” He called out. He just sighed before walking to the closet to get something to wear. He walked out of the closet with his grey sweatpants and no shirt.

“Mama what’s wrong what are you doing?” He asked gently taking your hand. You snatched it away from him as he sighed. Ony was extremely patient with you, and understanding. “I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You said,he just looked at you. “Okay so stop putting your clothes in there?” He said with an obvious tone. “Haha Nigga you real funny.” You said mugging him,as you continued to place your clothes neatly in your suitcase. “I don’t want to be with you anymore.” You said looking up at him.

He jerked his head back and licked his lips before nodding. “Maybe you need some time to breathe imma leave you alone. Just talk to me when you got some damn sense cause you know good and well you not leaving me.” Ony said walking out of your room. You laughed at the camera as Ony came walking back in the room. “Okay ma,just talk to me. I dunno what I did,tell me so that I can fix it.” Ony said taking your clothes and placing them back inside of the closet. “Nigga what are you doing?” You said snatching your clothes from him. His tatted hand wrapped around your throat.

“Ma,I’m trying my best to be patient with you. And you won’t talk to me,I don’t know what I did if you tell me maybe can talk like the grown ass people we is.” He said making your lower region become a drummer. You looked away as his hand was still around your throat. He turned your head to look at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I said that I don’t wanna be witchu no more.” You shrugged placing your clothes back in your suitcase this time trying to close it. “Why?” He simply asked. “Because you literally never make time for me. It’s always YouTube, and you playing your game.” You simply said. “Bae what you talking bout I do spend time with you.” He said furrowing his eyebrows. “Well it’s not enough.” You said.

He sighed. “Y/n don’t make me shut you up.” Ony said making your face hot. “Nigga shut the fuck up you always bark and no bite.” He just nodded and licked his lips as he smiled. “Aii y/n.” He simply said walking out of the room. You pursed your lips with a smile before you tan to the camera and out of the room to follow behind Ony. “Baeeee,it was a prank.” You said laughing from behind the camera.

He was on the phone. “Mmhm momma she said that I don’t ever spend time with her.” Ony said talking to your mom. “OUU NO SHE DIDNT!” your mom said on the other side of his phone. “Mmhm ma,can you speak some sense into her?” You shook your head laughing. “Y/NNNN YOUR MOMMA ON THE PHONE!” Ony yelled out as you walked out to him with pursed lips. “Ion know why you laughing y/n ain’t nothing funny.” Ony said shoving the phone up to your ear. “You just remained quiet. “Ma, she not saying nothing.” You just held back from laughing.

“Say hello y/n.” Ony said doing that black momma lip thing. You rolled your eyes. “Hello?” You asked smiling. “Girl whatchu doing to the man?” Your mom asked. “Ma,it was a prank.” You said rolling your eyes. “He is a good man y/n.” You just rolled your eyes. “Keep rolling em y/n.” Ony said lowly. “Okay maaa.” You said trying to get off of the phone. “Don’t rush me off of the phone.” She said with an attitude, “now leave that poor boy alone before I come out there and whoop your ass.” Ony just stood laughing silently at you getting scolded by your mom. “Now get off my phone.” Your momma said hanging up.

You just rolled your eyes at him and grabbed the camera. “Y’all he can’t take a joke.” You said rolling your eyes. “You right,I can’t take a joke when my baby momma bout to leave me.” Ony said wrapping his hands around your waist and tucking his head into your neck. “Boy ian pregnant.” Ony just smiled. “Yet.” He said flashing off his pearly white teeth. “Boy move.” You said laughing and walking away from him.

As you were walking away you felt a stinging pain on your butt. “OUCH ONY!” You said holding your butt. “Ha.”you just side eyed him before mumbling “I’m gonna break up with yo ass.” And walking to the kitchen. “Break up with who?? Cause I know you not talking to me,cause I know that you’re not talking about nathanyards.” Ony said said pointing to himself. “Bitch ass Nigga.” You said walking to your room.

You felt a tug on your hair. “Watch yo mouth.” He said with a serious expression on his face,making your face go hot. “I’ll say it again.” You said mugging him. “Do it, I dare you.”

“Bitch.ass.Nigga.” You said clapping with each word. “Oh Ight y/n.” Ony said picking you up,and you let out a yelp. He walked to the bedroom and closed the door with his foot. “Okay baby I was just playing.” You said

“Nah ion wanna hear Ts.” He said throwing you on the bed and climbing ontop of you.

Hiii,did you like ittt? 😊 if you did I’m happy that you did. You all can request anything and I’ll be sure to write it for you :) until my next post byee babies🫶🏽🫶🏽

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writemekpop · 11 months

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Bad Baby | Mark Lee

Summary: Mark starts acting tough to get your attention... so when you dare him to hook up with you, he doesn't back down.

Genre: Best friend Mark, college AU, friends to lovers AU, feat. hottie Jaemin

Word count: 0.7k

You heard your best friend Mark’s drawl and ran to open the front door. Balloons saying ‘24th Birthday’ filled your hallway.

“Jaemin’s arriving in fifteen minutes, I need you to make me look good-“ you said.

As soon as you saw him, the words stopped dead on your tongue.

Your sweet, pure, best friend Mark was transformed. There was no pale pink hoodie, no cowlick of hair, and definitely no grin.

Instead, you saw a tall boy in front of you, leaning on the doorframe, his dark eyes checking you out with cool interest. A black tracksuit hugged his lean body. It was Mark – a different Mark.

“Hey shawty,” he said, nodding.

You blushed at his unflinching stare. “Mark? Why are you so-“

“So what?” he asked, kicking off his shoes.

“So… not-Mark?” you said.

He shrugged. “Don’t know whatchu mean.”

Swaggering into your kitchen, he opened a can of beer and gulped it down thirstily. The Mark you knew wouldn’t even drink champagne at New Year’s.

Frustrated, you grabbed his spiky hair and fluffed it around. “I don’t- like it-“

Mark caught your hand in his, gazing at you. “You got an opinion on my hair, huh?”

Your eyes widened. You had to admit, it was the kind of thing you would only say about your boyfriend. “No…” you said, stepping away. “I don’t care what you look like- buddy-“

Mark frowned a little, like your cold reaction had hurt him. That was when you realised what was going on. You’d been pining after Jaemin, the hardest boy in the year, for ages. You’d always suspected your best friend Mark had a little crush on you, but frustratingly, he wouldn’t admit it.

Mark was acting like Jaemin to win you over!

In that moment, you knew what you had to do. If he wanted to be hard, so would you.

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Planning on hooking up with anyone tonight?” you said.

Mark chewed his lip. “Maybe.”

You toyed with the string of his hoodie. “Coz I was thinking… you and me should get it on.” You smirked. “I’m hot, you’re hot – why the hell shouldn’t we?”

Mark’s face reddened. “I mean- I’m game if you are.”

You leaned in to Mark’s ear. “Meet me upstairs.”

Five minutes later, you and Mark were sitting on your bed. Laughing lightly, you moved so you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. Mark gulped.

You gazed deep into his brown eyes. “Won’t you kiss me?”

“Of- course-“ Mark stuttered, but sweat was trickling down the side of his face. Your heart was racing. How far was this game going to go? You had expected Mark to give in a long time ago…

Mark leaned in. A few inches more, and his lips would touch yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face. Lightening was flashing up and down your body.

Mark’s lips just brushed yours- then he sprang away, gripping his head in his hands. “Alright!” he said. “I’m not a roadman! I’m not- tough! You win!”

He was fiddling nervously with the cuff of his hoodie. “I’m a dumb romantic, okay? I want the first time I kiss you… to be special. I want there to be candles, and roses, and I want us to say I love you.” He blushed. “I don’t want to… do stuff… yet.”

You crawled over to Mark and pulled him into a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of both of you. “I don’t want you to be tough, Marky. I love you just the way you are – cute and nerdy and scared of fifteen rated films,” you said, laughing.

Mark looked at you, serious now. “You… love me?”

“Of course, you idiot,” you say. “It’s always been you.”

Mark hugged you this time, nuzzling into your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “When you talk about how great Jaemin is, it makes me wanna punch something,” he says.

“Jaemin who?” you said, and Mark laughed.

Mark rested his hands on your shoulders, pink lips pushed into a smirk. “Seriously though. Jaemin can’t give you half of what I can give you.”

You smile, leaning in. “Why don’t you show me, Marky?”

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usagikookiejams · 4 months

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WISH

Ran Haitani x fem!reader

⚠️ Warning: angst no comfort, violence, curse words, not proofread (sorry, too tired). That's all as I don't want to spoil the story lolll

Today was a very peaceful Saturday. You wish to spend the entire day with Ran; considering you got a good news to tell him. You tried to sleep in a little longer, your hand fishing for Ran that always sleep beside you. But to your dismay, he was not there. You woke up and searching for Ran through out the entire house until you heard a click from the front door; and Ran coming in. You went to hug his arm, swinging your body left and right in the process, "Hey handsomeee, I was thinking... how about we spend the day catching up with our favourite series and have dinner at night?."

You heard him sighed and forcefully retracted his arm; not even looking at you, "No thank you, I have a lot of work to do." You deflated, feeling quite hurt by his word but still, you insisted on spending time together. That is until, he glared at you while saying, "Can you just shut the fuck up?!! I got headache listening to you! Stop being so clingy! It's not like you are gonna die if I don't spend even an ounce of my time with you, is it?." Ouch... that was not expected from him. You masked your hurt by giving him a smile, "It's okay, I will leave you alone. I am sorry for disturbing you." Ran sighed and walked to your shared bedroom while saying 'thank you.' After you were sure that Ran was fast asleep, you went to retrieve your car keys and purse; deciding to spend time with yourself instead.

"I adore how you're constantly by my side. Please continue to do so, your presence is utterly endearing"

[Your POV]

That words kept on repeating in your head. You looked out of your car window to look at the entire city from the highest point of Roppongi. The word kept on haunting you, making you wonder if he was getting bored by your affection? You felt tears wetting your cheeks, you chuckled slightly at that, "How silly of me, thinking that he will always want me to shower him with affection. He is a busy guy too, so he must feel very tired and just want some time to himself," you monologued with yourself.

You went outside the car to get some fresh air. You looked at the city while stroking the ring decorating your delicate finger. Thinking how you're going to break the news to him without annoying him even further... Not realizing that a guy was approaching you from behind. You were suddenly forced into unconcious state and everything went blank.

[Ran's POV]

Back at home, Ran woke up from his sleep after what felt like hours. Looking at the clock, the time was currently at 2:00 p.m. Shoot.. he was supposed to be at the office since 12:00, why didn't you wake him up? He grumbled and called out your name plenty times but no answer. He remembered what he said to you in the morning, feeling guilty and now making a mental note to apologize to you as soon as possible. He stood from the bed and went to get ready for work...

At the office, he was informed by his secretary that the top executives are now gathered at the meeting room for what seems like an urgent discussion. He got there ASAP and apologized for his lateness, Mikey didn't get mad but just look at him pitifully.

"Do you got any calls from the enemy, Haitani?," Mikey looked at Ran making the latter guy dumbfounded. "Err.. whatchu mean, boss?," Ran couldn't help but looked towards his brother direction. "The Black Venom's man called our HQ around 11 a.m. saying that they got hostage with them..," Mikey announced. "So... what that got to do with me? Why shall I expect calls from them?," Ran still didn't understand the situation. "Are u fucking stupid Ran?! Boss meant to say that the enemy got your wife, Y/N!," Sanzu said while shaking his head.

Sanzu's word ringing in his ears making him rushing to retrieve his phone from his pocket. He tried calling you multiple times but it wasn't answered. He was getting impatient and decided to settle things on his own, until Mikey stopped him, "Sit down Haitani.. Keep your composure, I know the news is shocking but we have to discuss this matter first, how we're going to invade them. Considering they just destroy our plan of raiding their base this night." Ran couldn't disobey his order thus, sat down to discuss carefully regarding the plan.

You woke up from your unconciousness, feeling tightness around your limbs. Thus, quick to realize that you were bound to a chair. You looked in front of you to find any clue on where you are but didn't find any.

You suddenly felt something hard hit your head making you scream in pain. You looked upwards and saw a guy with baseball bat smiling sinisterly at you. You couldn't help but scream loudly to get any source of help. The guy once again hit you, this time around your chest to stop you from screaming. You fell backward making the chair also fell down with you. You tried asking for his sympathy but he didn't listen to you. He grabbed his phone from his backpocket and dialed a number.

After the third rings, someone on the other side of the call answered, "Hello, who is this?." The guy directed his phone towards you and changing the mode to video call, making you hear scream from the person in the other line. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife?!." Oh, that was actually your husband, Ran...

"I didn't do anything but maybe swing my baseball bat lightly to keep her shut her big-fat-mouth up hahaha," the guy looked at you making you felt like vomitting. "I swear when I got you, I will kill you as slowly as possible, as a payback for your action!," you heard Ran warning the guy, in which you couldn't help but smile a little. This action of yours made the enemy mad and started hitting you again and again, until you're coughing a lot of blood. "Is this how you're going to torture me? Dream on, you won't even able to reach me as we're currently at a very remote location," the guy zoomed in on your face making it very obvious that you're in a very critical state, your face is all beaten up.

Ran was about to warn him again but the enemy has ended the call. Ran couldn't control his emotion and started to punch the wall behind him until his fist was bleeding, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I shouldn't have say that to her. If that is the case, she will still be safe at home," he started to cry. Rindou went to calm him down and said that the plan will take action as soon as possible once the ammo are stocked up in the cars boot. "I felt guilty that I yelled at her this morning, she sounded so excited too, telling me to spend time with her. I am such as stupid husband for not listening to her request. After what felt like days, I finally have time to be at home," Ran confessed his guilt. Rindou was about to comment on it, but was interrupted by one of the subordinates telling the executives that everything is ready. Everyone stood up and got ready to beat up that fucker and his gang.

You were pulled up by the enemy guy quickly. The guy cut the rope, and screamed at you to move as quickly as possible to the rooftop. You didn't want to anger him so you follow his order.

Reaching to the rooftop enable you to see numerous vehicles parked at the front entrance. Noticing one of them is what seems like Ran's car. You felt like fate is by your side so you couldn't help but scream that you're in the rooftop. The enemy guy that was by your side felt really angry that you gave away his whereabouts; leading to him landing a punch directed to your chest. You felt dizzy now that you has loss too many blood. You heard footsteps getting nearer and the enemy was looking much more uneasy. The rooftop door was barged open, revealing non other than your husband, Ran. You smiled weakly at him, but the smile was suddenly wiped off your face when you felt bullet hitting your chest. The enemy laughed at the Bonten members, saying how they were too late. Ran shot the guy in the head and ran to hug you, but all you could feel now is numbness throughout your body.

Your mouth kept on spilling blood, making your husband panic at the sight, "Fuck it! Come over here medic! What are you doing there?! We have to be quick, she's losing a lot of blood already!." Ran screamed at the medic team who were now rushing towards you.

"Hey baby... please stay awake yeah?," he stroked your cheek lovingly while tears were pooling in his eyes. "We will go home and spend time together as you wish this morning, yeah?," he felt himself chocking up on his words. You looked at him, hands trying to engulf his face close to you though your limbs felt as if they were screaming at you. "Ran...," you smiled at him. Ran held your hands and kissing each of them. "Do you remember, our promise back in highschool?," you try to refocus your sight to him as it slowly becomes unclear. "Yeah baby...I remember how we promised to love each other dearly, ensuring it won't fade though we already have kids together in the future..," he couldn't help but felt the tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks. "So tell me, Ran. Do you still love me?," you stopped to take a shallow breath. "Of course I do! I love you so much that words couldn't even described it!," he held your hands tighter. "But, why it seems like your love for me is fading? You don't look as excited like you always do when you looked at me this morning," you felt your heart twisted at the reminder of what he said to you this morning. "Baby, I don't get it. What do you mean?," he tried to make a connection from your words. "I am pregnant Ran, it has been 3 months. I tried to tell you this, but you dismissed me. It hurts Ran, it hurts when you said I am clingy. It seems like you don't get excited for us," you started seeing white lights from above, making you felt quite nervous leaving him behind. You heard him saying 'I'm sorry' for many times until it sounded too far away from you.

Ran cried and cried, mouthing 'I'm sorry' non-stop. That is...until the medic called him and shook their head no. Ran felt like his world was crumbling apart. Not only did he lost you, he also lost the baby made out of love by the both of you. He felt like fainting, screaming to you to come back and saying he didn't mean the words he said this morning. Everything went blank as Rindou now rushed to Ran to embrace his unconcious body.

It was now the day after your tragic death, a funeral was conducted in honor of you. Many people came to show their respect to you. All Ran could do was stare blankly at each of them as they neared your coffin. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a woman walking towards him with something in hand. The woman he remembered as your bestfriend looked at him with teary-red-eyes while handing the box to him, "Open this at home, don't cause a scene here. I want the last farewell for my bestfriend to be as peaceful as possible," she said then walked away. Ran looked at the box, it looks very simple; how you would like it. Ran couldn't help but cried a bit remembering you.

[Ran's POV]

The box has been placed on the bedside table since he got back from your funeral. Honestly speaking, he was afraid to open them. He wondered why your bestfriend glared at him with nothing but hatred in her eyes; it shows how whatever inside this box, must be something that is very important to you.

Seconds passed by and finally he bravely opened them and could see a letter on top of a soft fabric. He read the content:

"I am glad to be able to spend my life with you. I wish nothing but the best for our love journey. In whatever situation, I hope our love remain strong as it has always been. What I am about to show you is something that is very important to me; it has some part of me and you. I have never seen them before but I already know that it is the best thing that ever happened in my life. Take a look at it by yourself, love <3"

After reading the letter, he pulled up whatever it is inside the box. Plop! He heard something dropped by his feet, he retrieved it and noticed it is a pregnancy test. He started to get emotional over this, now fully expecting the other items inside the box.

Tang! The box dropped. He frozed...he did not...

Yeah, he may expected the other items inside the box to be baby stuff...

But...

What he didn't expect is...

There are two sets of them...

2 pair of shoes...

2 clothes...

2 baby bottles...

And lastly...

2 ultrasound pictures; showing the twins resided in your womb.

Ran felt like he couldn't breath, he felt like dying. Not only he lost you, but he also lost his baby, two of them actually.

Ran sworn to himself that he will never forgive himself for ruining what the future holds for him. He wish that God could burn him in hell as long as possible to clean him off his sins, no matter how may years it takes. Just to enable him living his life with you and his 2 babies still alive by his side in another life.

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adoresia · 10 months

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✦˚₊ NE DOUTE PAS

Pairing : e42 Miles x FemHaitian!reader

Synopsis : You teach Miles how to kompa.

Sierra speaks : I was thinking of requesting this to another writer, but i was like nah, ima do my own thing ima right it myself 😋 I love Kompa so much (im not Haitian but im Congolese its close enough) it was so hard trying to explain how to kompa but alas.. enjoy pookiewookies !

Warnings ❕: Intimate dancing, kissing, slightly (? suggestive, cuss words, a sprinkle of spanish (im not spanish do correct me 🥲 using what i learnt last year), also not that proof read i skimmed through it. tell me if i missed out anything !

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You sat in your swivel chair, decorated with pink faux fur and a curved lumbar support to rest your back on. The chair swung gently back and forth while you talked to Miles on the phone.

The face-time call had reached about 30 minutes, it was now 1:30pm in the afternoon and you did not really have any plans for the day so you stay stuck with the fact that you two would be conversing all day.

“What are your plans for today mami?”

“I don’t know baby, I was just gonna stay on the phone to you all day I honestly ain got nothing else to do soo.” you shrugged, almost choking on your words trying to get it all out in one breath.

“lentamente mami you boutta drown in your own words.”

“Ughhh im sooo bored.” you pushed your chair away from your chair gliding backwards and stood up stretching your arms.

“So im boring now?” he questioned sarcastically.

“Nooo Milo, you know what i meant.” You pouted jokingly while going to play some music on your tv.

Miles watched intently while you typed the name of the song into your tv, finally searching it up and clicking on the first video that popped up.

“Whatchu playin on yo tv?”

“Just a song, i feel like dancing.” you said swaying your hips as you walked backwards.

“i could watch you do this allll dayyy.” Miles said with a grin on his face, you laughed at him.

You began to whine to the song, turning around. Your waistline moving in circles like water. The stringed beads that laid on your hips followed the pattern of your movements as you slowly lowered down the the floor with your arms either side of you.

Your boyfriend’s glued onto your waist, you span around quickly catching him staring at you so intensely.

“Miles stop staring at me nd-“

“What am i not allowed to stare at you now too?” He smirked, cutting you off.

“I was gonna say come over so you dont have to stay staring through a screen, but now you can stay your ass at home.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Nah im on my way baby, then I can watch you dance f’me.”

“really? what if I teach you to Kompa instead.”

“Say no more . I wanna see you do that dance again though, when i get there.”

Miles wasted no time slipping his shoes on and kissing his mom goodbye on the cheek before speed walking through 2 blocks to your house.

He texted your phone stating he was a few steps away from your front porch and you ran to your front door with a huge smile plastered on your face while you opened it.

“Miloooooo!!” You screamed, spreading your arms out so he could come and pick you up. You loved when he picked up, especially in his puffer jacket.

“Heyy baby.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before picking you up. You swung your legs around his waist, bear-hugging him.

He closed the door behind the both of you and took off his shoes leading you to your bedroom and dropping you onto your bed.

“Where yo moms at?”

“Why cause you came here for her or for me?” you rolled your eyes flopping back into your bed.

“Don’t be like that ma, you aint tell me you were here on your own. I woulda been here earlier if I knew.”

“She just went grocery shopping Milo, she’ll be back.”

“Aight. You finna dance f’me then?” He laid back in your chair manspread. His elbows laid on your desk behind him.

“Oh right! watch the hips, you’ll needa learn this bit..” You restarted to music and threw the remote on your bed.

Miles licked his lips squinting at you with hooded eyes.

“Watch the hips…” You began whine again. This time you started off with a ‘tik tok’ motion, slowly moving into a slow circular motion with your hips. Your waist-beads moving along with you which made it all more intriguing for Miles.

You brought your hands to your hips caressing your shape up until you reached the sides of your stomach and came to a stop.

Miles was visibly in love with the way your hips moves so swiftly and like water. His eyes stayed stuck to your waist even after you stopped.

“Damn ma, youn tell me you could do all that.”

“Well now you know, and im finna teach you.. now get up i wanna show you how to kompa with me.”

You pulled Miles by his arm taking his puffer jacket off and throwing it onto your bed.

“Right first gimme your hands” You held your hands out to Miles as he placed both of his in yours. You lowered them down to sit on your waist.

“mmmm i like this already.”

“Shutup Miles.” You grinned at him

“Then.. i place my arms around your neck… like so.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and held your other arm with your hand since he basically towered over you.

“Now you look at me.”

“This is easy, I could look at you all day.”

“Miles stop, you can compliment me later.”

You brought his head down to lean against yours, he stared right into your eyes making your knees almost buckle. You tried to divert your gaze elsewhere so you could regain focus.

“Your meant to look at me back. Right? Eyes on me mami.” He lifted his hand up from your waist to tour chin, averting your gaze from the floor to his eyes. You felt as if you were going to collapse with the way he started so deeply into your soul.

“You lucky im holding onto you, you look like you abour to collapse.”

“Miles.”

“Right, sorry baby.” he stiffled a laugh

For the next hour you continued to teach Miles as you guided his hands and hip movements with your waist.

“And thenn… turn.”

You slowly spun around both still holding onto eachother, swaying your hips to the music.

“Yeahhh.” You slid your arms down to his shoulders grinning at him, ecstatic that he was learning so fast.

“Now here comes the hard part.” You returned to the same position, this time swaying your hips into his instead of side to side.

“Oh shitt.” Miles lost all composure staring down at your hips grinding into his at a rhythmic pace. Your cheeks begin to heat up as you smile a little at what he said.

“You can do that right? same time.”

“Shit, of course I can.”

Miles spun you around, then closing the gap between the two of you. Your body pressing gently against his, fit like a jigsaw piece.

Your hips both meeting in the middle while you swayed them into eachother, both looking into each-others eyes as Miles held onto either side of your waist guiding it into his.

[ visual : https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJ4eeBRc/ ]

You were both absorbed im each-others gaze not even realising the music had finished, and you continued for the next half an hour. Dancing in each others embrace.

After a while had passed you pulled away from miles.

“Fuck, ian know you were so good at kompa Milo? I woulda taught you ages ago.”

“Not better than you baby, lost all composure when your hips collided with mine.”

He made it to your waist before pulling you in for a kiss, bringing you as close to him as he could while deepening the kiss as you giggled. While his breath mingled with yours, your tongues danced over one another. When he intentionally nipped your lower lip, you let out a gentle whine pulling away.

“Fuck I love you so much.”

Extra :

— reader calls miles ‘milo’ because it works well with her Haitian accent

— Miles is actually a really good dancer

— Your mom came back from the supermarket ages ago, she watched you both dance in your room with a smile on her face.

— you had Miles dancing kompa with his pillow when he got home

“Miles? the fuck are you doing…” Uncle Aaron walked in on Miles waist dancing with his pillow.

“Yoo wtf, youn never heard of knocking?” Miles threw the pillow as far away as he could, dusting himself off.

“Ian even gonna ask mane.” Uncle Aaron shook his head with a laugh, closing the door in reverse.

Please do not repost, translate or copy any of my work !

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m-arkmywords · 1 year

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weekly food shopping

pairing: mark x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, mentions stoner mark x reader, established relationship, kitchen sex not suitable for minors

word count: 1,555

Summary: Friday evening spent grocery shopping and then cooking that leads to... other things as your boyfriend comes to spend the weekend.

"Yooooo let's get some ice cream!" your boyfriend exclaimed, walking through the grocery store like an excited puppy.

"Oh my god! Do you see these frozen waffles?! Let's get these too babe."

"Mark. Focus." You tried to hold back a smile at his cuteness, trying to stick to the list of what you actually need. "They say you should never go shopping on your period or high" you shake your head.

"Dude do we look high?" he stopped suddenly and turned to you, examining your eyes and you examined his.

"Nah, nah we good.. we good" You sniffed him, clearing your throat, as tried to look normal and serious. You both burst into a laughing fit at the situation. "Yo we're lowkey a meme right now." You said in between your chuckles, struggling to get the words out. "You know.. the Scooby and Shaggy one."

"ARF?!" Mark did his best Scooby expression, causing you to fall to the floor laughing and him following right after. Laughing with him was your favourite way to spend time on this planet. Every time you both joked around, the whole world disappeared and it was just you and him in the entire existence. In your own little world, created by you both.

"Ok.. ok.. babe, be serious. We're here for groceries." You said, as you both got up off the floor and tried to blend in with everyone else.

It was the beginning of the weekend and Mark had come to stay over like he did most weekends. It had been a long week between classes and working part time. Some quality time with your boyfriend is just what you needed to unwind.

As you scanned your items at the til, Mark ran to get a box of cereal and added it to the shopping. "This too, thanks" he placed a kiss on your cheek. Busy, putting stuff in the bags. You didn't notice Mark pull out his card and pay for everything.

"Hey! Wha-" He took your hand and squeezed it before you could finish your sentence. "It's okay, baby. I got it."

Between classes, work and studio time. Mark has been working extra hard to create the life that he wants. That included, being able to take care of you and he voiced this at every chance he got. "If I can't cook then at least I can contribute this way, right?" He plays it off as a joke and you don't protest any further.

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Back in your kitchen, you put on some rice and a veggie curry to cook. Mark played a song he had been working on through the speakers. The acoustics of your kitchen gave it a reverb sound. You sat on the kitchen counter and focused on the song as Mark came to stand between your legs. "So... whatchu think?" He rested his head into your chest and caressed the sides of your thighs.

"So good babe. I'm super proud of you for always working so hard." You kissed the top of his head. He glanced up at you with doe eyes, completely melted into your frame. "I mean it. All this hard work won't ever go in vain, I promise." You gave him a warm smile.

"You promise?" he held out his pinky.

"I promise." you intertwined your pinky into his, leading into your secret handshake that's followed by a kiss. And of course. You both couldn't go an hour without kissing. You ran your nails across his neck, sending goosebumps down his body as you deepened the kiss. His body reacted by pulling you closer with a tightened grip on your thighs. Mark was obsessed with your thighs. He always had to be touching them, caressing them, kissing them at all times.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him poke into your thigh. "Mmm, don't make me fuck you on this kitchen top right now." His breath, now shaky. You ignored his comment, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away. Making him move in towards you in a trance.

"No can do sir! I've gotta finish cooking." You slid across the counter to go to the stove to check on the food. Mark followed.

Standing behind you, he kissed your neck. His hands rubbed your tummy under your t-shirt to slowly finding their way to your nipples. "Mark.." You let out a heavy sigh, and leaned some weight into his frame, grappling to hold yourself up.

"Continue. I'll just be here." He whispered into your neck and then sucked on it, leaving a mark. His hands, moved painfully slow pinching your nipples before moving into your sweats. He lightly stroked your clit through the fabric of your underwear. Making you press your ass into his crotch. His hands traveled further down as he felt you soak through your underwear. "i'Ve goTtA fInIsH cOoKing" he laughed softly, mocking you.

"Stooooop man" Your face now hot and cheeks flushed from embarrassment, before you gather yourself swiftly.

"Shhh" you slowly snaked your free hand behind your back, to feel him hard. His cockiness melted away, soon as your hand came in contact with his dick. You palmed him over the fabric and he did the same for you. You turned the stove off, knowing there is not turning back now.

"Ugh!" he groaned into your ear, desperate to be inside you now. "Man fuck this food!" he spun you around by your waist and carried you to the kitchen island. He ripped your sweats and underwear off you in anguish. Diving right between your legs, he slipped his fingers inside you, eagerly wanting you stretch you out ready for him. Your fingers ran through his hair as you tried to catch your breath. Desperate to feel him too.

"Mark"

"Yeah?"

"Just fuck me."

And you didn't have to tell him twice. Mark threw his sweats off and your eyes met his hard dick. Tip, glistening with pre cum. He stroked himself against your slit until he was covered in your wet. Teasing you painfully slow. Your body jolting, every time his head met with your swollen clit. You felt yourself tearing up. "Please." You begged.

His eyes moved up to meet yours as he aligned himself with your entrance. "So... pretty... when.. you.. beg.." Burying himself deeper inside you with each word. He let out a groan as he bottomed out and leaned down to kiss you again. His movements painfully slow and his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands cup the top of your head as you moved into his hands with each thrust. Your arms around his shoulders, holding him in an embrace.

"You feel so good" You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost into him. He perfectly fit inside you and found his rhythm. You both drifted off into ecstasy, moaning into each other's mouth. You grabbed at the bottom of his t-shirt. "Take this off" You commanded and he pulled back to do as he was asked. He pulled you onto your feet, taking off your t-shirt in exchange for his, before turning you around. He bent you over the island.

"Good girl, baby bend for me.." he smacked your ass as he entered you from behind. Unable to wait for you to adjust to the new position. He grabbed your waist and rammed into you with a grunt. You gasped, trying to find the air in your lungs. "Love when you gasp baby" he grabbed your jaw and pulled you to him to kiss you again. Your mascara now ran down your cheeks and he kissed your tears. "You feel so good baby, so wet for me.. so tight." He let go of your jaw and gave you another smack. His words made you clench around him, making him whimper in return. As you found your balance, you started to meet his rhythm and throw it back at him. It was now his turn to have his head empty, as curse words and loud moans roll off his tongue. "wa.. wait, wait wa-" "you're gonna make cum like this" he whimpered, a mess. Taking this as encouragement, you carried on as you felt him throb inside you. His movements now getting messy and his legs weak.

"Baby.. i'm gonna cum" you felt the heat build up in your core as he twitched and released inside you. You both moaned loudly, incoherently, reaching climax together.

You kept going though. Mark now a moaning, drooling mess, fell onto your back. His nails digging into your waist as he holds himself up with your support.

"Baby.. i-" his eyes scrunched shut and mouth pouted, trying to hold his moans in. "Sto... I can't.. I can-" the air leaving his lungs, he released once more as his entire body twitched.

Finally, taking himself out of you. You turned around to pull him into another kiss as you felt him trickle down your thighs. Ah! You loved this feeling. The mixture of both of your fluids, oozing out of you, comforting the soreness slightly on it's way out. Shocks still flying through your mind but you giggle at his fucked out state.

"So.. dinner?" You asked, as you start to dress yourself.

"I love you" all he could muster out with no thoughts remaining in his mind.

#nct dream fic #nct 127 fic #mark lee #mark lee fic #mark lee smut #mark lee fluff #nct imagines #mark lee x fem reader #nct #mark fanfic #stoner vibes as requested

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southernbluebellereader · 1 year

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Routines

Part 2

COD MW2 Taskforce 141 x F! Southern Hair Dresser Reader - Not the same as the Southern Cook Reader

Captain John Price, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F! Southern Hair Dresser Reader (COD MW(2))

Warnings: Suggestive actions/language. Slight bullying.

Word Count: ~2,015

Summary: Y/N opened up a little salon close to the base where the Taskforce 141 are stationed and there is now a platonic relationship between them and it's always fun bringing in rookies for their first hair cut.

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“Alright, y’all, line up,” Y/N beckoned the men of Taskforce 141 to enter her little salon. She’d never thought that opening up a salon close to a military base would be a good way to do business. It was always fun when the new recruits came in at the beginning of basic training. When she first opened up her salon, it was a little overwhelming for her and her two coworkers, but after a while, they got a hang of it. There was an unspoken deal between some of the higher-ups of the base that they all come to her little salon for haircuts. It was also fun seeing groups of soldiers who’d just come back from a mission - especially long ones - enter her salon in an attempt to shed the very last thing from a mission.

Soap kept rubbing his head as he raised his hand, “Can I go first, Y/N?”

Chuckling, Y/N called him over, “C’mon, Johnny, have a seat.” Soap nearly jumped into her chair and allowed her to put the cape around him, “What we doin’ today, soldier?”

“Me usual, please.” Soap nodded as Y/N pulled out her clippers and turned them on. Price and Gaz were seated in the waiting area closest to Y/N’s booth. After a few minutes, Y/N pulled out a little fluffy brush and brushed off excess hair from Soap’s shoulders, and removed the cape from his body, “Whatchu think, big man?”

He leaned forward and examined himself in the mirror, then smiled, “Looks great! Thanks, Y/N!”

“Aight, get up on out of ‘ere,” Y/N swept some of the hair on the floor and looked over at Price and Gaz, “Who’s next?” Soap left the chair and pulled out one of Y/N’s hand mirrors, looking at himself from every other angle as he walked over and sat beside Price.

Price pointed at Gaz, who was ready to go, “Hop up Mr. Garrick and tell me whatchu want?”

“Just the sides and a little on the top, yeah?”

“You betcha!” Y/N winked at Gaz through the mirror and did as she was told.

Once it was Price’s turn, he took his hat off and hung it on one of the hair dryers as he sat down. Y/N examined his hair and bear slightly as she covered him with a cape, “You gonna tell me why you tried to cut your own beard, Captain Price?”

Price chuckled and ran his hand through his beard, “Gotta do what you gotta do in the field. Tighten things up, will ya’?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Y/N did as she was told and sent him to the sink to get his hair washed. “Where’d y’all go this time? Somewhere sandy?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Price huffed slightly as he sat down and rested his head over her sink, waiting for Y/N to make sure the water wasn’t too hot.

“I do say that because I can see all the sand in your hair. Would it kill ya to do a quick rinse before y’all came here?”

“We’d put you out of a job, Y/N.”

“Yeah yeah,” Y/N finished washing and rinsing his hair - properly - then gently dried it with a towel. “Get back on up and have a seat, Cap. I got my work cut out for me.” Chuckling, Y/N began brushing through his hair with a comb, swiftly cutting and trimming his hair. Once finished, Price attempted to make his escape once she’d turned around.

“No sir! Sit your behind back down, I’m gon’ that bird’s nest on your face.” Y/N pointed at him and stared at him sternly until he sat back down, hearing him mumble under his breath as she came back with her shaving kit. “How you gonna let me fix the hair on your head and not the hair on your face?” Y/N shook her head as she prepped her shaving brush and shaving bowl.

“Oh, you know how I am with my beard.”

“That’s the thing, I do know how you are with your beard. Which is why I shave it so well. Now hush and sit still, Cap’n.”

Doing as he was told, Price held his tongue while watching her cheekily, lifting his chin to allow her to apply shaving cream on his face, then allowing her to hold her manual beard shaver next to his skin.

After carefully shaving Price’s beard to his liking, she removed his cape and allowed him to examine himself in the mirror, “How’d I do, sir?”

“Splendid.”

Price pulled out his wallet but was stopped by Y/N, “Not today Captain. Y’all just got back.”

“You can’t possibly be serious, Y/N, let me pa-”

“I said no!” Y/N shook her head and urged him to put his wallet back, “Again, y’all just got back. This is on me.”

Price shook his head and did as he was told, “Yeah you say that every time we come up here. How are you still in business?”

“I have my ways, Captain.” Y/N watched as he rounded Gaz and Soap up and thanked her as they headed out. Price remained for her usual question at the end of every haircut they came for: “Simon coming in later?”

Price’s answer would always be the same: “No doubt in my mind.” And he’d tip his hat and wink at her before heading out.

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A few hours later, just before closing, Simon would enter Y/N’s little salon as she was sweeping, the little bell above her door signifying his presence. Y/N would always be the one to open and the one to close her shop, to take him in and allow for privacy. The blinds would be half closed so she could still see the outside, but would cover enough so that Simon’s face would still remain a mystery. Simon Riley. It was hard getting him into the salon. Unless he done messed up his hair, real bad. Or he needed new razors to shave. It wasn’t until he came in with a pack of rookies who needed buzz cuts, scratching his face through his mask that she demand he comes back before closing so she could properly cut his hair.

“Simon! ‘Bout time you showed up,” Y/N put her broom up and watched as he took his mask off, revealing disheveled hat - or mask - hair and a scruffy jaw, “We doin’ full-service today?”

Giving her a small nod, he allowed her to usher him to the sink and gave him a towel to wrap around his shoulders as he sat down in the chair in front of the sink, leaning his head and neck down to the sink.

“I’m going to turn the water on Simon, you aight with me washing your hair?” Y/N knew to speak softly around him when he came alone. She’d never imagined that she’d be the go-to hairdresser for the military, but she was glad she could give something to look forward to in order to renew themselves from what they’d seen. With Simon, it was different though. She’d heard all sorts of stories about him - she couldn’t keep track of them all - but he was different from the rest.

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes as he heard the water turn on. Y/N felt the water and waited until it was lukewarm before she gently began to wash his hair. Sand and dirt left his hair as she rinsed his hair. Washing his hair was one of the few things that would indicate where he’d been on a mission. This time it was most likely somewhere warm and sandy.

“I’m going to shampoo your hair, Simon, you ok?” Y/N smiled slightly as he stirred, giving her a slight nod. Asleep, are we now? She pumped some shampoo into her hands and gently scrubbed his head, earning a soft groan. Must’ve been a rough mission for him to be this tired.

Once finished, she ushered him to her chair and began the silent haircut. Y/N learned quickly that Simon wasn’t much of a talker, but she was fine with that. Until she put on her radio and he’d ask her to change the channel or change the song. Or if the tv was on, he’d ask her to change the channel or put on a particular channel.

“You want a shave, today?”

“Please?” Y/N worked swiftly. He liked that. But he enjoyed the time he was there. It allowed him to almost forget himself for a moment. It made him almost forget his job. It made him almost forget the life he’s had and that he currently has. He could care less about the haircut and the shave, the simple act of having someone else wash his hair was comforting.

“All done, Lieutenant.” Y/N tapped his shoulder and removed the cape from his body and dusted the remaining hair from his shoulders. Unlike the rest of her clients, Simon would watch her instead of examining his hair. She found it awkward at first and did her best to ignore it. She eventually got used to it. For Simon to trust her to cut his hair was an honor. She doesn’t know what sort of life Simon had growing up, or even what he does as soon as he left her salon, but she felt honored still.

She took a step back and allowed the large man to stand up. “How much d’I owe you?”

“On the house, Simon.” Y/N threw the cape and the towels in a bin to be washed and dried overnight.

“Nah.” Simon gave her a half smile and pulled out a wad of cash wrapped with a rubber band. The amount, plus tip, would cover his haircut, and the rest of his team’s haircut. He placed it on the counter by her register as he walked out. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“You bringing me them rookies up in here?”

Simon waved his hand as he walked out, ignoring her question. Y/N smiled as she finished looking up, “These men kill me.”

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“Youse a rookie, you ain’t got a choice,” Y/N switched the end pieces of her electric razor as the next rookie looked at her cocky, demanding a particular haircut. Y/N chuckles as she turned the electric razor on, earning a gulp from the rookie in her chair.

Y/N and her two co-workers firmly enjoyed it when a fresh batch of rookies would arrive at her salon at eight in the morning - sharp.

Soap and Kyle would take turns bringing in a batch of rookies while Simon stood watch, keeping things in check. Occasionally he’d walk between Y/N and coworkers, jokingly reminding them that they missed a spot to get a rise out of the rookie in the chair.

Every so often he’d call out: “Don’t make me remind you to say your thanks once these ladies finish their job.” This caused constant repetitions of:

“Yes, sir!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Thank you, ma’am!.”

If a rookie felt bold enough to make conversation with one of the hairdressers, especially Y/N, trying to chat their way into a more stylish haircut, Simon would stand next to him, uncomfortably close to them, arms crossed, and simply tower over him.

Honestly, it scared Y/N in the beginning, until he started talking. “You sure you want that, rooks?”

Then he’d lean down and his masked face would be just about three inches away from the young soldier, rendering him still, speechless, and filled with fear.

Chuckling, Y/N began her work on the young soldier’s head, “I done told you not to say anything, sweetheart.”

Part of her felt bad, especially in the beginning. Until the same soldiers came back from basic training for a trim, coming back as changed men. And as they continued with their service, she’d gotten to know them and every hair cut would serve as a reminder of home.

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Ok so recently I got into the series helluva boss. I really wanted to write some lee!Blitzo so here it is! Hope you enjoy it lol.

Warnings: Heavy amount of cuss words as this is helluva boss, also this is a tickling fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling

Summery: Blitz is being an asshole of a boss like usual. While he and Moxxie fight, they find out something interesting about their beloved boss…

Blitzo was being an ass per usual. But Moxxie was getting the worst of his wrath like always. “I’ve told you a million fucking times Mox! You have to listen to your orders!” Blitzo scolded him. Moxxie rolled his eyes. “Sorry sir but you know damn well we had no choice but to leave”

Blitzo was shaking with rage. “WE LOST A FUCKING CLIENT DIPSHIT!”

“Sir we would’ve gotten caught by humans!” Moxxie argued. Millie went to her husbands side. “Blitz you know he’s right. It would’ve over complicated things for no reason. I’m sure we’ll get many more clients down the line.

Blitzo sighed. “That’s not the point here. I gave an order and Moxxie disobeyed. You listened Millie...”

Millie shrunk back at that, but Moxxie stepped forward.

“For fucks sake, don’t you dare bring my wife into this!”

“Ohh? Whatchu gonna do about it baby dick? Huh?” Blitzo teased his employee with a smirk.

Moxxie finally snapped. He pounced on Blitzo, putting all his anger into it. The two struggled for a bit, both fighting to over power one another. At one point, Moxxie accidentally brushed his finger against Blitzo’s side. No one was prepared for the ungodly squeak that escaped the imps lips.

They all stopped, both Moxxie and Millie staring at their boss in amused shock. Then a wide smirk grew on Moxxies face.

“M-Mox… Moxxie… don’t even fuckin- AIE!” Moxxie poked his side, and Blitzo went into full defense mode. He shoved Moxxie off him and ran for it. “Oh no you don’t…” Moxxie muttered as he and Millie then raced after him. Blitzo didn’t know where he could possibly take cover. What was he afraid of anyway? It was just… “that thing.”

Unfortunately he took too long, because Moxxie had jumped him again, this time from behind.

They struggled for a moment, with Blitzo desperately trying to push off the smaller imp. But Moxxie began wiggling his fingers at his sides and Blitzo let out a giggle, the fingers weakening him as he was finally brought down. Moxxie took a seat on his back, but struggled because after all Blitzo was much bigger and stronger. “Let me help sweetie!” Millie offered with a devious grin, taking a seat right behind Moxxie to add weight.

“Moxxie I swear to satan you better fucking let me go or else!” Blitzo threatened, still struggling under the pair. “No~ I think it was about time you learned to respect me more!”

“Ohhhhohoho Moxxie you childish fuck…”

“I think you forget your place here. You’re at our mercy now!” Moxxie wiggled his fingers with a smirk.

“No fucking way!” Blitzo yelled defiantly. Oh satan, they all knew his pride and ego would be the death of him eventually.

Moxxie then began digging gently into his sides. “GYAH! M-Mohohoxxihihiee yohohou tihihihiny fuhuhuck!!” Blitzo managed as he tried catching the attackers hands.

“What did you call me!?“ He demanded, digging harder.

“YoOHohu heheAHERd MEHehe!” Blitzos ego really would be the death of him. Moxxie shoved a hand under his belly, digging in, making Blitz giggle even harder. Soon it got boring so Moxxie changed spots to Blitzo’s armpits. Their boss then finally dissolved into pure and uncontrollable laughter. The couple stared in awe. Usually Blitzo’s laugh was more maniacal, teasing, and obnoxious. But this was more genuine and happy. Childish even.

“Aw your laugh it’s so sweet Blitz!” Millie cooed, making Blitzo thrash harder and his face heat up.

“SHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!” He cried.

Moxxie pretended to gasp in shock. “Well I never! Millie get his thighs.”

“W-WAITWAITWAHAHAHAHA-“ That was it. As soon as Millie began squeezing the back of his thighs Blitz was completely and utterly lost.

“Bad spot huh?” Moxxie grinned in a teasing tone as the imp pounded his fist against the floor with his laughter having gone silent.

Since they didn’t want to kill the poor demon, Moxxie gestured for Millie to stop.

Blitz had a hard time catching his breath, breathing as if he was hyperventilating. Soon he was able to manage speech. “Y-yohohu… w-whehen ihih- geheht myhy hahands ohon…” he couldn’t form any more words as he continued giggling excessively.

“I think we broke the poor guy.” Millie commented with a frown. “Nah he’s fine.” Moxxie reasoned. “At least now he knows what will happen when he messes with me.”

Let’s just say Blitzo got his revenge soon after.

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