#the whole world is empty without her little ass

[i-turned-into-the-stone]

Manner Matters - Irene Red Velvet × Male Reader

Rape/Non-con, Slight Violence, Blackmail, Pussy Fuck, Creampie

Red Velvet Irene

2,769 Words

The traffic jam devours almost an hour of your precious time because some dumbass had to go and have an accident right when you've got some important shit to do. As an independent plumber, you don't often get offers from big companies with the potential for the fattest paycheck you've seen in your five years of plumbing.

Today, you've already spat out more curses than you can count, and it's still morning. You don't even dare glance at the clock as you pull into the company compound. You know you're way beyond late, but you're still holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, the company will cut you some slack and be open to negotiation.

Your buddy who recommended you to this gig mentioned that you'd be working alongside other hired folks, and you're cool with that. You just need to get in. As you navigate the jam-packed parking lot, filled to the brim with vehicles, you catch sight of a lone empty spot.

Relief floods through you like a tidal wave. Just as you start easing your truck into the spot, a blue KIA Niro zooms past you and snatches the parking space right out from under your nose. Your blood boils as you stick your head out and let out a deafening honk at that little shitbox on wheels.

Nonchalantly stepping out of the car is a chick in a pink mini-dress. The blaring honks from your truck go completely unnoticed by her as she bends down inside her car, rummaging for God knows what.

She's practically flashing her panties in your face, but your anger drowns out any horny thoughts. This woman acts like she owns the whole world. She slams her car door shut and starts fussing with her hair, using the dark-tinted window as a mirror.

You leap out of your truck and march toward her, yelling, "Hey! Are you fucking deaf? Blind too? Didn't you see I was here first?"

Finally, she glances back, acknowledging your existence with a condescending stare. Her eyes sweep over your lumberjack shirt, snug jeans, and brown hiking boots, and she clicks her tongue in disgust.

"You do know you can find another parking spot, right? Don't waste my precious time," she says, well aware that she snatched someone else's spot but completely unapologetic about it. Fueled by rage, you grab her bare shoulder just as she tries to walk away. In an instant, she spins around and slaps you hard across the face. "Don't you fucking touch me, you filthy man!"

With her insult echoing in your head, the woman struts off, leaving you speechless. "What a fucking bitch," you mutter under your breath as you trudge back to your truck. Ain't got time for this bullshit.

You would've parked your truck right behind her car out of pure spite, but that would block two more innocent vehicles, so you reluctantly spend another ten minutes finding a random parking lot nearby. Then you have to trek your ass back to this damn company.

The hiring is going down on the last two top floors, and let's just say you're swiftly shown the door without any second chances. Instead of feeling disappointed, though, you're just straight-up pissed. You're furious that it's etched into your expression, and your teeth are grinding together so hard it's a wonder they don't crack.

You sit in the lobby for what feels like an eternity, spacing out and seething with rage. Finally, you rise from your seat and leave like some damn aimless robot. Your destination? That woman's fucking car.

If it's gone, so be it. But if it's still there... You don't even know what you'll do. By some twisted stroke of luck, that woman is once again checking herself out in the side mirror. Now, as you endure the crushing weight of losing everything, her provocative outfit starts whispering all sorts of evil and nasty shit in your ears.

"Yah, woman," you calmly call out to her.

She turns around, clearly annoyed, and when she recognizes your face, she rolls her eyes. "Really? I already told you not to waste my time."

"Apologize. Once you do that, I'll fucking disappear from your sight like a ghost," you demand, your voice dripping with restrained fury.

She scoffs, her arrogance still in full force. "You want me to apologize? To a filthy man like—"

Without another word, you grip her whole face with one hand, silencing her. You've had enough of her shitty attitude. Then, you slam her back against the side of her car. She pricks your hand, feeble and panicked, as if her weak-ass strength could make a difference.

"Hmph! Mm!" She struggles within your grasp, hitting your arms in a futile attempt to break free. During her feeble attack, her purse slips from her grip and falls to the ground.

However, your attention is diverted by the search for any potential witnesses. You scan the surroundings but find no one in sight. Glancing back down at the woman, you tighten your grip on her face, causing her complexion to grow redder with each passing moment.

A swell of anger transforms into lust as you admire the beauty of her face. "It's such a shame that you're nothing but a bitch," you chuckle, a twisted amusement in your voice. "But who gives a damn? A woman like you needs to be taught a fucking lesson." You can't help but laugh at the double meaning of your statement.

Fear takes hold of the woman, and she shakes her head in a desperate plea for mercy. Checking the area one final time to ensure there are no witnesses, you deliver a powerful punch directly to her gut. The impact is excruciating, causing her knees to buckle, but she can't muster a scream.

Straightening her up, you strike her stomach once more, this time aiming a little to the left. She coughs against your palm, her eyes widening as she blinks slowly. Releasing your grip on her face, you swiftly backhand her, sending her sprawling sideways to the ground.

Unsatisfied with the outcome, you use the roof of her car for balance as you unleash a relentless barrage of kicks to her abdomen and thighs, following it up with brutal stomps to her ribs.

Silenced by the pain, she is unable to call for help. Her chest tightens, making it difficult to draw in a proper breath as consciousness slips away. Your final blow lands squarely on her pelvis, rendering her unconscious in an instant.

"Know your damn place, you snobby whore." Right when you're about to stomp on her again, a ringing flares from her purse. Grabbing the purse on the ground, you dig out her phone. "Kim Taeyeon..." you mutter the caller's name, glancing at the woman on the ground before letting the call end. A message pops up on the screen.

- why aren't you answering?

- whatever irene-ssi…

- come to the office this evening

- or you'll get in trouble

You smash her phone on the ground and start rummaging through her purse. It's just a bunch of random crap until you stumble upon her ID. "Bae Joohyun... What the fuck is Irene then? Celebrity wannabe bitch and a goddamn hag at that," you snicker, mocking her for being in her thirties already, and pocket her car key.

Opening the driver's seat, you toss her stuff inside. After closing the door, you take a moment to look at Irene. Her mini-skirt has ridden up, revealing her smooth and curvy ass. Your teeth scrape across your lower lip as your gaze travels over her milky thighs and slender legs, making your cock throb.

You pop open the back door and squat down. You hoist Irene up from the ground, draping her body over your shoulder and giving her ass a grab. Lifting her legs, you shove her into the car. One leg ends up hanging off the seat while the other leans against the backrest, knees spreading wide.

Irene's dress does nothing to protect her down there anymore. It is a priceless sight, seeing her in such a helpless state. The perfect payback for what she had done to you. And now, you can finally unleash all your built-up frustration on her body as much as you want.

Unbuckling your belt is a piece of cake, even though your hungry eyes are glued on her cameltoe. Climbing onto the seat, you shut the door and kick off your jeans and boxers in one swift motion. Having a knee resting on the seat, you position yourself between her legs.

Giving her hand on her chest a slap to the side, you squeeze her tits through the thin fabric and mold them however you like. Your rock-hard cock presses against her dangling thigh, seeking temporary enjoyment.

You are eager to fuck her pussy as you tear her lace panties. Irene's snatch is fully exposed, a thin layer of pubic hair offering no protection. But merely dominating her body isn't enough. While rubbing her clit with one hand, you smack her face with the other, careful to avoid the bruised side from the backhand earlier. The sound of the impact reverberates in the car.

"Wake up, bitch! Don't think you're getting off easy," you declare, delivering another slap.

Irene begins to stir, hissing in pain as she grimaces. You gather her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. As she regains full consciousness, the first thing she sees is your face, and then she feels the invading sensation between her legs, causing her eyes to widen.

"You feeling that, huh?" you taunt, pressing your thumb harder against her clit while two fingers graze her slit.

Irene glances down at her pussy. "Get the hell away from me, you creepy fuck!" she shouts, trying to push you away, only to realize that you already had her hands under control. Closing her legs is her next instinct, but you are placed between them.

She is trapped and helpless, her voice her only weapon to resist you, though it seems futile. "Let me go! You disgusting piece of shit! Fuck! Get off me! You filthy, crazy fucker!"

She glances upwards, scanning for any sign of someone outside the car, anywhere. You cease playing with her pussy and deliver a powerful punch to her cheekbone. Instantly, she sees stars, groaning in agony. Cupping her face, you force her to meet your glare.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! One more word from that foul mouth of yours, and I'll ruin your pretty face," you warn, ensuring she understands the seriousness of your threat.

"Fuck you! You think I'm scared!?" Irene yells defiantly, spitting in your eyes. That's it. She won't understand until she experiences it firsthand.

You release her hands and proceed to choke her. She struggles to pry your hand away, unaware of your true intentions. Fueled by anger, you unleash a torrent of punches upon Irene's face, repeatedly striking her cheeks, chin, and nose.

Her desperate hands gradually move to shield her face, but it's too late. You deliver one final, forceful blow directly under her eyes. Blood streams from her nose, her lips are split on both sides, and bruises emerge on her cheeks, with one eye swelling shut.

When you finally cease, Irene's trembling hands, raised in front of her face, betray her fear, and her breathing becomes rapid and shallow. The sight of her tears brings an absurd sense of satisfaction. Once again, you pin her hands above her head and spit on her wounded face.

You wipe your bloodied knuckles on her dress, marking the end of your assault. Before leaving her, you strike her ribs with a single punch. Irene groans in pain, attempting to recoil, but you firmly grasp her hip and straighten her body.

"No need for your pathetic face anyway. I'll rape your nasty cunt until you learn the meaning of respect," you declare, thrusting two fingers into her pussy, causing her to jerk in shock as you scratch her insides.

Both of you tremble as you vigorously finger-fuck her, causing her legs to tense up. Despite the pain and discomfort, Irene manages to whimper weakly. Her eyes slightly roll up, blinking with feebleness. Her face becomes numb while her pussy continues to be manipulated, causing her body to squirm from side to side. It doesn't take long for Irene to naturally become wet.

As you withdraw your hand, soaked with her urine, you forcefully shove it into her already-opened mouth. "You're nothing but a filthy whore," you insult her, delivering a smack to her breasts.

"N-No... Stop! Don't hurt— Ugh!"

You choke her and guide your cock along her slit before forcefully thrusting it deep inside her pussy in one powerful motion. She's incredibly tight for a bitch, her inner walls gripping your girth. Fully burying your cock inside her, you firmly grasp her toned thigh and gaze down, relishing the sight of her stretched pussy.

"Take it, slut. I'm going to fill you up until you can't spout shit ever again."

You commence rocking your hips back and forth, and your cock penetrates her as deeply as possible, exerting all your strength with each rough jab. As you choke Irene, gripping her windpipe, she can only emit groans while your anger finds release, your balls loudly slapping against her asshole.

Her pussy tightens around your cock as her breathing becomes increasingly difficult. Her toes curl inside her heels, and her hands weakly tap your arm, begging for release from your grip on her neck. But all you do is chuckle at her pitiful state while continuing to fuck her reddened cunt.

Her disheveled face still annoys you, especially as you recall her shitty behavior, but you can't deny the incredible sensation of her pussy. Sensing the impending orgasm, you release your grip on her neck and sit up straight, firmly grasping her waist.

Irene coughs painfully and gasps for air. Her pussy is being stretched even further than before, and she pleads, "S-stop... Pull out—Shit, just fucking stop!"

"Fuck you, bitch. I'm gonna make sure you never forget this day," you declare, hooking an arm under her knee and pushing it towards her chest.

Leaning forward, you exert all your weight onto her as you continue thrusting your cock into her tight pussy. The sound of skin slapping against skin resonates through the car, even causing the vehicle to shake, accompanied by your loud grunt as your climax reaches its peak.

"Ahh... Don't you dare! N-No... please—Ohh!"

With one final powerful thrust, you slam into her and release your fresh load deep inside her womb. Moaning in pure ecstasy, your entire body trembles as you impregnate the arrogant woman who has shattered your golden opportunity.

Irene's head slumps to the side as she takes in your load. The pain on her body and face fades into the background as thoughts of what comes next start creeping in. Meanwhile, you come down from your high and let out a laugh before pulling your dick out with a satisfying 'plop'. Her pussy oozes out an excess of cum.

You ain't dumb enough to just leave her like that. You reach down to grab your phone from your jeans on the floor and snap a few quick shots in succession. You capture her used and swollen pussy, dripping with cum, and finish it off with a picture of her messed-up face.

Irene tries to reach out to you, her weak and sore body struggling. "What the fuck are you doing...? Ain't you had enough, you bastard!?"

You jump to her side and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her up. "Listen up, bitch. If you try any shit, these nasty pictures are gonna spread like wildfire in this whole district." You show her the explicit shots of her pussy.

"I got plenty of friends who'd pay a fortune for this kind of shit." Tapping your phone against her head, you continue, "So you better show me some goddamn respect next time we cross paths, got it? I'll see you around then, Ma'am Joohyun."

Can't make out Irene's expression under all the beat-up bruises. Not that you care. You got her right where you want her. You shove her back onto the seat and give her a solid knee to the gut, a final warning. She doubles over in pain.

Pulling up your jeans, you spit on her and bounce out of the car. Nobody is around as you fix yourself up, sporting a wicked grin as you walk away.

#kpop smut #irene smut #non con smut #male reader #kpop gg #red velvet smut #hardcore smut #irene #irene red velvet #kpop girls

[yangkitties]

sick days ✩ p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader [established relationship] || word count: 0.7k genre: fluff || warnings: sick fic, nudity but in a non-sexual way, surprisingly proof read but as usual im not so sure </3, mentions of pills (hoon gives reader a tablet), lmk if i missed anything!! synopsis: being sick sucked. but it sucked a little less with sunghoon by your side, in sickness and in health. note: ngllll i liked the way this turned out <3 my idiot irl (gonna call her that from now on LMFAO) fell sick last week and i pulled this out of my ass to cheer her up :] oh and i fell sick like. day before yesterday. so. celebratory sick fic !! uhm anyways asks are appreciated plz come talk 2 me !! also sorry for the terrible formatting i couldnt find any other pictures that matched The Vibe yk >:(

You hated being sick. It was the worst feeling in the world. The absolute hatred you had towards the stuffy feeling of a clogged nose and the sluggish fatigue that settled into your bones could never be measured. And the worst part? You couldn’t even kiss your boyfriend to make you feel better. 

But Sunghoon was an angel whenever you got sick. He stuck by your side and took care of you and made sure you had everything you needed and more. 

And this time was no different. Flopping over in your shared bed, you groaned as you couldn’t move even an inch without feeling like your body was made out of jelly. 

‘Y/n stop moving so much, you’re going to make your body pains worse.’ Sunghoon walks in with a tray holding a bowl of hot soup and some tablets. ‘Eat. And then take these tablets. I called Jay and he said these should make you feel better soon.’

‘Hoon.’ You call out softly as you watch him collect the tissues lying around the room and throwing away the empty tablet sheets. He hums in response, mother hen mode taking over him as he moves around the room. 

‘Hoon, will you please feed me?’ You ask, voice low and stuffy. He giggles, turning to take a good look at you. ‘Oh my baby, come here.’ He helps you sit up before taking the bowl in his hands. He scoots closer to you, carefully feeding you spoon after spoon, rubbing your back when you cough, and gently kissing your forehead when you finish the bowl. 

As you gulp down your tablet, Sunghoon disappears into the bathroom to draw a bath for you. He comes out two minutes later, bottom of his shirt sprinkled with droplets. 

‘Hoonie… how’d you get splashed just filling up the tub???’ You question him incredulously. He just shrugs, giggling as he guides you to the bathroom. Slowly stripping you, he helps you walk to the tub, grip on your waist firm. 

You slip in slowly, the warm water a welcome feeling after the terrible temperature shifts you’ve had the whole day. Sunghoon silently begins to bathe you, softly scrubbing your arms and legs, and even going as far as to wash your hair. 

The silence is comforting, Sunghoon’s slender fingers massaging your scalp as you start to grow drowsy. ‘Hoon… thank you for this. ‘m so sorry you have to run around taking care of me..’ you apologise, genuinely feeling bad for making him work so much. 

He playfully pushes your head down a bit, clicking his tongue at you. ‘Be quiet Y/n, it’s literally my job to take care of you. What kind of idiot boyfriend leaves their partner to take care of themselves when they can barely move?’ He finished washing your hair, now moving onto slowly drying your hair with a towel. 

You wrap your arms around his damp waist, head nuzzling into the expanse of his abs. Finishing up with your hair, he places another sweet kiss on the crown of your head. He helps you dress into one of his oversized shirts and a pair of comfortable shorts, melting at how cute you looked. ‘C’mon baby, let’s get you to bed.’ 

Scooping you up in his arms bridal style, he carries you back to bed, placing you gently on the sheets. He tucks you in before moving away to change out of his damp clothes. 

A giggle slips past your lips as you watch him undress, a slight blush spreading across your face. ‘Like what you see, hm?’ He teases you, slipping into a shirt before walking over to sit next to you. 

‘Ugh, I absolutely hate not being able to cuddle you to sleep.’ You whine as he takes your hand in his. ‘I know baby, but if I fall sick, we just can’t cuddle for longer.’ He uses his other hand to trace the lines on your palm, shivers sliding down your body. ‘I hate it when you’re all sensible. What happened to my silly loser boyfriend?’ You grumble as he laughs, kissing your knuckles. 

You settle back into the pile of pillows, Sunghoon’s pretty nails tracing shapes and meaningless words onto your palm. You’ve always found that habit of his comforting, helping you sleep almost instantly. The combination of his lazy tracing and the medication you’ve been taking makes you insanely drowsy, so soon enough, you’re out like a light. You drift off into a comforting slumber, knowing he’ll be here when you wake up, waiting for you.

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#enhypen #sunghoon #park sunghoon #enhypen imagine #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon fluff #sunghoon fluff #🖋️: nyx.writes ━ enha ☆

[macsimagines]

kazutora, hakkai, and izana or anyone you like are going to visit their darlings apartment for the first time! uninvited and without her knowledge but still exciting! but when they get in there its like empty as hell. one room apartment and not counting the kitchen that came with it her only piece of furniture is her bed...maybe has a couple magazines laying around, and a phone thats just plugged into the wall sitting on the floor. this is beyond minimalist bruh what is going on? does she actually live here? where are her clothes??? under the bed maybe. babygirl you alright?

cant relate ive got so much weird shit in my living space but let me give this a shot.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, BROKE-ASS DARLING, BREAKING AND ENTERING

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

Ok so this loser was so excited to break in and learn so much about his soulmate only to be crushed at the barren emptiness. He was so sad for you.

He wants you to have everything your heart desires and he feels like you don't have what you rightfully deserve.

Gifts, gifts, and more gifts are flooded your way. He's giving you clothes, handbags, posters and plushies. Anything you showed slight interest in he's getting you some kind of merch.

You try and tell him that you really don't need all this stuff, but he doesn't accept that. "You deserve it. C'mon, just this once?" except once turns into twice and a hundred times more.

That's not even the brunt of it, he's got his own special room he's decking out and making just for you when he decides its time for you to come home with him.

Yandere!Hakkai Shiba

So he isn't the breaking and entering type, but after failing to initiate a conversation with you, for like the tenth time in a row, he decides it's time to try a different approach.

His sister and Taka-Chan both told him to try and take an interest in your likes, that way when he tries to talk to you he'll have something to talk about, except he doesn't know what you like and he resorts to this.

So shocked and defeated when he finds nothing. Not one photo, not one hobby, not even books. Just magazines and he honestly doesn't really understand what the interest in those are either.

But he's smart and finally has an idea. He invites you shopping- and by that I of course mean his sister invites you shopping and he tags along like an overgrown guard dog.

Sure Hakkai may not speak the whole time or even make eye contact with you once but he does swipe his own card every time you go to the register to pay for something.

Even though the fool doesn't even respond when you tell him thank you, you don't miss the way he blushes when you try to speak to him.

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

He wasn't planning on breaking in either. But he was bored and he wanted to see if there were things you were hiding from him. Like maybe secret friends that meant he wasn't the center of your world, or maybe plans to move away and leave him.

It was more about his own insecurities than anything so when he breaks in and sees nothing in your apartment at first he's worried that his fears are right and you really are going to leave without a trace.

But then he looks more carefully, and realizes "Damn, bitch. You live like this?" Is more bemused than anything, but after while starts to feel a little bad.

"I need clothes. Do you need clothes?" He's going to try shopping with you. But then you hit him with that "Naw, my socks only have a few holes in them."

Drags your ass to the mall. "Pick out some damn furniture, Y/N. I know you ain't got shit." "How do you-" "I said pick out some furniture, Y/N."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere kazutora hanemiya #yandere hakkai #yandere hakkai shiba

[rosesbxrry]

Rendezvous

Pairing: Rugby Boyfriend! Jay X Cheerleader Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), secret relationship✌️

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), Dom Jay, creampie, voyeurism (watching each other masturbate), so much mention of alcohol drinking, fingering, dirty talking, making out, riding, praising, mention of other sexual act done by them. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Summary: Your secret relationship with Jay is torturous to say the least, no thanks to the strained relationship between the cheerleading and rugby teams. Now with tournament season coming up and Jay being busy with training, you and he meet up for a secret rendezvous at a frat party after not seeing each other for two weeks, taking advantage of the situation where you both don’t have to worry about the peering eyes of your teammates. 

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Word count: 4,188 words

a/n: I don’t know how I ended up finishing this Jay fic first out of all the wips I have, and I still need to complete the nsfw links for him as well 🙃🙃 I guess rejoice to Jay stans, this one is for you 🫶🫶

You weren’t going to lie; the whole cheerleading thing was getting on your nerves, mainly because you could list all the drawbacks at the top of your head. 

Firstly, you bet you could find longer skirts that covered your ass better than whatever you wore they called uniforms. Secondly, no matter how bad the weather was, you had to stay on the field as long as the players were still playing, even if your pom poms were soaking wet from the rain. Thirdly, the amount of spare time you had to sacrifice to train between classes and assignments made you contemplate whether everything was worth the time and energy. 

How did you get into this position you may ask? Well, your friend Gaeul thought it was really funny to sign your name in the recruitment paper, dragging you along into her crusade of becoming the queen bee of the campus, even though she could very much have achieved that without you.

But the last drawback was the final nail to the coffin; it was embedded into the heads of all the new first-year students by the cheerleading captain that relationships with the rugby players were forbidden. Be sure to cooperate with that one rule and avoid getting kicked out of the team immediately.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how the feud between the rugby and cheerleading teams even happened in the first place. Your captain said that it goes way back, passing through alums, but you weren’t interested in history to remember the rest.

This drawback wouldn’t have affected you if only it weren't for Park Jongseong coming into the picture.

The secretive romance between you and him has been carefully built up behind the scenes, mostly because the amount of mutual friends you’ve shared with him ensues the moment you wake up naked in bed beside you after a very drunk party. 

Dealing with overly chatty teammates every day did have its perks, and based on what you can recall, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for the rugby players and cheerleaders to hook up with one another in silent compliance; whatever happens in bed, remains in bed. The players were informed of the same rule by their own captain about the rule which only further confirms the weird rivalry between the two teams. 

Having that little reassurance, you were sure the one-night stand was a one-off thing, but it seemed Jay wasn’t ready to let go of you yet. 

Months of his flirtatious advances led to the classified yet cliche friends-with-benefits relationship you had established with him. And sex with Park Jongseong was inhumanely insane, like out of this world fucking good that it hurts to even think of how his hips move in and out of you.

You could list all the places you’ve had sex with him; in a frat party, in an empty lecture hall— hell, you’ve even gone as far as fucking in the shower stall with him in the male’s locker room, only because you had waited for him when the players had an extended practice from the coach.

The cocky, rough sex in his car after his team won a match? That was just the cherry on top. 

All because you two couldn’t find a meeting place without everyone else's peering eyes, making it harder to hook up. 

At first, you were sure you had only entertained him because of the banging part but my god, the number of butterflies in your stomach every time he winked in your direction in the field, or when you were sick, he had discreetly visited your dorm through your window in the middle of the night to see if you were okay. 

Falling in love wasn't on your agenda, and as much as you hate the cheerleading club, you weren’t looking for trouble, yet he was exactly one. 

When the feelings were growing more than just sexual intimacy, the emotions took over. He kissed you passionately on the lips that it wasn't humanly possible for someone to show love through action alone, but this was Jay we’re talking about; he was able to make the impossible possible. 

With that remark, you found yourself making love with him that night, and the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship between you two was kept under public scrutiny, even with your teammates and friends. 

Or so you thought. 

“I think I kinda know who Jay's mysterious girlfriend is.” 

A chorus of hard coughing emitted from your throat when you choked on your drink, causing Gauel to look at you worryingly. The loud bass of the frat party almost swallowed her voice down. 

“You okay, Y/N?” 

You wave her off, closing your mouth to control the fits. “I’m— I’m fine. Who is it? I mean, who’s Jay’s girlfriend?” You nonchalantly ask, but the panic clawing in your chest starts to hurt. 

She gave you a once-over before replying. “Yeonjin from the drama club. Apparently, she used to pin him for months now. The other cheerleaders kinda conspiracies that it might be her.” 

Okay, you always hear gossip between your teammates, but why is this the first time you’ve heard it? 

Yes, you both agreed it was a good charade to tell people— talking about your significant other like separate entities as if you weren’t dating each other. A reasonable excuse for many advances and open invitations that includes your friend’s antics. 

However, you were starting to regret doing it because you have a feeling that your teammates aren’t the only people with a blabbermouth. If not, there wouldn’t be a hunt for Jay Park’s alleged girlfriend among the student body. 

You sighed, moving deeper into the foyer to give way to the drunk students walking down the stairs. “We should stop snooping around like this. There’s a reason why he wants to keep his girlfriend a secret in the first place.” 

You gave her a pointed look before continuing. “Such as from people like you.” 

“Come on, Y/N!” Gaeul exasperated, leaning in to give you a lethal combo of puppy eyes and pouty lips that you know so well. “Aren’t you at least a teensy weensy curious about who she is?” 

“No.” You deadpanned, using your index finger to poke at her forehead, successfully pushing her away from your personal space. “What I’m interested in is getting more alcohol so I won’t hear whatever nonsense you’re spouting next.” 

Gauel frowned. “You suck.” 

You snort, raising your red cup at her mockingly as you head towards the kitchen. It was a much less crowded area. You could spot slightly more sober students chatting away while mixing a concoction of mocktails to dare each other to chug. After pouring yourself a cup of soda to clear your head, you lean against the cabinet, deep in thought. 

The sound of music and revelry blast through the kitchen when the door opens, followed by its absence when the person steps into the room. 

You kept glancing at the new presence through your lashes. A sharp tanned jawline, slick back raven hair and clothes fitting him deliciously well that got you biting on your lower lip. When he looks around and catches your figure, his eyes glint in pleasure with a small smirk. 

“Hey.” He greeted flirtatiously once he was close. 

“I have a boyfriend.” You impassively respond against the cup's rim without sparing him a glance. 

His chuckle was deep, almost tugging at your heartstrings. “Must be a stupid boyfriend for leaving his beautiful girlfriend alone.” He leaned against the cabinet adjacent to you, placing his red cup on the marbled surface. 

“You have no idea,” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms around your chest. “He hasn’t taken me out on dates for weeks. Too preoccupied with the other love of his life.”

You baited back, accentuating the last few words to insinuate one particular sport he played. The grip on your cup tightens when he pushes himself off, moving close to tower over your height. 

“Then what does he have to do to make it up to you?” He whispered curiously, peering down and boring his dark eyes with yours until you couldn’t break the trance he had on you. 

When he places both hands on the surface behind you, caging you in only his addicting scent and his face so close that it becomes hard to breathe, you become overly conscious that the students in the room would notice the both of you.  

The proximity of the sight would paint the whole picture perfectly.

“D-Don’t…..” You warned meekly, but your mouth went numb when he leaned so close that if he moved even an inch more, your lips would collide and erupt into flames from the dormant amber. The alcohol in your veins told you to kiss him, but your head was actively fighting to prevent that. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Does he have to be on his knees?” Your eyes followed how he sensually wet his lower lip with his tongue. Your heart was beating against your ribcage at the sight, biting the inside of your cheeks.

He tilted his head to the side, his breath fanning the high points of your cheeks. “Looking up at you while his mouth works between those trembling legs?” 

Shit, shit, shit— 

“Jay, not here." You place a palm against his chest to retaliate, finding the strength to lower your face to the ground. "Please.” You added with a shaky voice, swallowing down the lump of saliva with your eyes closed. 

There was a slight stillness and tension in the air before you heard the creaking noise of the cabinet above you.

“Relax, Y/N.” He reassures you softly. The weight of his proximity dissipates, and you finally breathe a breath of relief. He moves away to stand in front of you with a bottle of alcohol. 

“Just getting something above you.” He winks and breaks into a grin when you give him an annoyed frown.

Of course, he’ll use every opportunity to tease the shit out of you, but the beating of your heart never ceases, even after his little farce riles you up. You were glad that the dimmed lights hid the flush on your cheeks. 

“Asshole.” You muttered spitefully behind a hand.

He poured the liquid into his cup before filling up yours as well. He chose to ignore you cursing at him with a little smile. 

“If you ever find yourself getting bored while waiting for your boyfriend tonight,” He says, slowly backing away while still facing you. “You’ll know where to find me.” He gave you a quick once over before trudging away into the party. 

With him no longer here, you feel the emptiness you felt for the last two weeks without him sinking in. 

You turned to the left and saw the group of students still preoccupied with their recreational stuff, the amount of alcohol making them more delirious and loud. Good, you thought before grabbing the drink to go and search for your friend— waiting for the time to pass until the whole party was intoxicated. 

When the humidity of the place starts to smell like liquor and the students begin to lose themselves in the music in the dead of night, you carefully make your way up to the second floor. You’ve sneaked here many times before, knowing where each door leads. 

You’ve made sure to control how much you drank but can’t help feeling tipsy with Gaeul constantly dragging you for shots of vodka. Opening the door to a familiar bedroom makes you feel more agitated and nervous. 

Jay’s taste in decoration was the definition of suave; the room was polished and slick, much like its owner. You remember the first time he tangled you in his bed sheets or when you spent hours making out on his black leather sofa— the one he was sitting on right now.

“I take it that your boyfriend ditched you?” Jay calls out. 

He sat casually spread on the seat with his jacket thrown over the channel back. The loose t-shirt he wore hung over his board body, and the same red cup in the kitchen was placed on the coffee table. Classic Jay— he was waiting for you to come to him. 

“You should really stop with the act.” You replied, climbing to sit on his lap and straddling your legs on either side. 

Jay’s face twists into content, welcoming you to him by circling his hands around your waist. “Makes me feel like I’m really cheating on you right now.” You pouted, letting your fingers trace his exposed neck to his visible collarbone.

His hands cup your face, bringing you down until your forehead touches. He smelled compulsively musky with a hint of pungent booze at the end. 

“Sorry, love.” He whispered sweetly, but his eyes were filled with dark flickers. “I can’t help it when you look so damn cute when you’re flustered.” You wrap your hands around his neck. 

“Fucking tease.” You whispered back. He smiled effortlessly. 

“A tease only for you.” 

You could feel the serotonin kicking the moment he captured your lips. He felt slightly warm, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Your mouth dances with him in unison; the initial passion turns into obsession when the both of you realize how much you missed the taste of each other’s lips. 

His hand creeps up past your shirt, groping the sensitive skin of your sides. It made you moan softly in his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue into you. You dug deeper into his lap, fingers gripping the raven locks of his hair, feeling absolutely drunk in his arms. 

The wet sound of saliva echoed throughout the room— two mouths continued to bite, suck, nibble and pant against one another. Your hips moved on their own, slowly rocking your clothed core on his bulge. The tight confinement of your bra came loose, falling to the floor before feeling his fingers pinching your hardened nipples.  

It was getting hot, and you were breathless when he broke the wet kiss. He was staring at you with hooded eyes as he continued to grope your breast underneath your shirt. 

“I fucking miss you so much.” He confessed, moving to attack your neck with wonton kisses. You hold him tighter by the hair, pulling your head back to give him more space. “You’re always on my mind. Your smile, your voice, your body. You’re driving me crazy every second, my love.” 

You whimpered, feeling him growing harder as he professed his undying agony for the past two weeks. He moves down to place his hands on your ass, encouraging you to keep humping on his hard-on while he licks your lower jawline. 

“Miss you too, baby.” You press your lips close to his ears, purposely moaning lewdly for only him to hear. “I’m always thinking about you, while I’m eating, while I’m in class, while I’m in my—“ 

You paused. “—while I’m in my bed at night.” 

The sentence came out more sensually than you meant, causing Jay to pull away to look at you. He saw the bashfulness in your expression before he morphed into realization at the innuendo of your words. 

“Did you touch yourself?”

When you didn’t answer him, he took that as confirmation. He inhales a sharp breath, and you can feel his fingers digging into your bare ass underneath your skirt, causing you to gasp and look at him. His jaw was slack, and his eyes were swimming with desire yet curious at the new revelation. 

“Show me.”

It wasn’t a request but a demand— a demand you couldn't refuse when he looked at you like a starved man. So you move out of his lap, sitting on the coffee table while facing him, removing your shirt to let your boobs bounce out. 

Fondling your breasts, you let out a whiny moan when you roll your puffy nipples with your thumb, the way you always do while you masturbate to the thought of him. It didn’t help that your mounds were already sore to the touch at his ministrations a second ago. 

Jay was really enjoying the sight, removing his shirt while keeping his eyes on you. 

His body was carved like a Greek god— beautiful taunt muscles at every region with a sun-kissed glow; watching his biceps flex as he loosened his belt and pulled his pants down. 

“I know you touch yourself more than that.” He urged from his seat, palming himself through his briefs. “Show me how you play with that pretty pussy for me.” 

His voice was like a spell— coaxing you to remove your skirt and peel your soaked panties off. Placing your feet on the table’s surface, you spread your legs to expose every inch of your pussy for only his eyes to feast. You can’t help but whimper at how he was eye fucking your entirety. 

Pushing two fingers into your mouth, you coat your fingers with saliva before slipping them between your thighs. You were drenched— every slip of your fingers between your folds spilled more juices that puddled on the crack of your ass. 

“That’s it, fuckin’ beautiful.” His muttered praises only made you moan louder, peeking through heavy eyelids as you watched him jerk his big cock to the rhythm of your fingers while the other rested at the back of his head. 

You open your legs wider, pushing two fingers into your entrance, absolutely enamoured by the feeling of him watching you finger yourself that’s making your body burn into a pile of ashes. It was not easy on him either— watching you pleasure yourself got him lightheaded and head oozing with precum. 

“Is that how you fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers, hmm? Stretching that perfect hole wide like how I would with my cock?”

“Jongseong.” You crooned desperately, falling to rest your back on the table. Your thumb found its place on your clit, rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves until your hips were bucking the air, inwardly screaming at the blinding pleasure. 

“Fuck.” He cooed, wincing as he thumbed his sensitive head. “Look at you playing with your clit. So fucking sexy. That’s how you always feel, baby, so soft and sensitive on my fingers.” 

Jay’s filthy words spurred you on, plunging your fingers until they reached the spongy spot deep within, your back arching at the pleasure of the simple movement. But it wasn’t enough; the knot in your stomach would not come undone— the only thing that could quell your thirst was him. 

You craved his cock, needing it to split you open until you forgot your name.

“Jay, it's not enough.” You begged, sitting up with every strength you had. “I need you inside of me, please.” 

He sensed your hunger, your anguish— your desperation, and didn’t spare a second to open his arms to you. 

“Come here.”  

You immediately jump to straddle his lap, trembling hands holding onto his shoulders for leverage as you grip the base of his cock to align it with your entrance. Jay hissed at your touch, hands found purchase on your sides to support your weight. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jay gently whispered, noticing how you impatiently tried to nudge the tip of his cock into your hole with frustration. “Slow down, love. I’m not going anywhere.” He cradles your cheek with both hands to pull you closer to his face, smiling softly once you look back at him. 

“Relax and don’t hurt yourself, okay? I can wait for you forever like this.” He pushed back your hair to mouth kisses just under your ear, causing your muscle to ease up at his touch, dissipating some of the eagerness that clouded your sanity. 

Taking a deep breath, you probe his tip to your hole and slowly sink his length with your eyes closed. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

The way he purred, those words caused you to claw at his shoulders, his girth burning your walls so deliciously that you can’t help but clench around it. He massage your ass, letting you bottom down until you sit on his lap. 

“Ah god, Jongseong, you feel so amazing.” You gritted out, moaning rapturously at how full you felt with his cock, feeling the size and length of it moulding your womb. 

“My good girl, taking my cock so perfectly.” He thrusts up, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers curled into his messy locks to steady yourself, bouncing back to the movement of his hips.

Fuck, the way his cock dragged against your velvet walls, pressing on the deepest spot that brought you solace repeatedly— you were practically melting in his arms. 

Jay’s groans vibrate against your neck, feeling you clench and unclench around his length erratically. You were throbbing endlessly until all he could fathom was your scent and your sweet moans that consumed him with the desire to fuck you senseless.  

“You’re mine.” He breathed out, lunging a hard thrust that got you screaming. He slaps your ass, digging his teeth at the base of your neck, loving how you clung to him like he was your deity. He rutted into you, cock never slipping out, not even an inch.

The sound of skin slapping overthrew the music coming from the party downstairs. 

He growled. “All fucking mine.”

“A-ah, I’m all yours.” You swallowed, pressing your lips against his ear, lapping at the outer shell with want. “My mind, my body, my pussy— I belong only to you.” 

You have awakened the carnal urge he had suppressed for so long, making him stir into a frenzy, bringing you up and slamming you down on his cock so that all you could do was succumb to your orgasm. 

You could feel the knot in your tummy come undone, bathing you in the familiar warmth you longed for. Jay kissed your lips deeply, grinding a few more times before he too came with a heavy grunt, filling you up raw with ropes of hot cum.

You were blinded with pleasure, your vision slowly giving out, and all you could feel was the force of each other’s release. 

At that moment, you prayed to whoever above to promise you that heaven would feel as good as this.  

Once the air starts to clear up and Jay finished riding you out of your orgasm, he pulls his cock out of your spent pussy, his release dripping down your inner thigh while you lay limp in his arm. You could hear the heavy panting from both sides; exhaustion finally computed in your mind. 

He started to make motions to move you into a more comfortable position to clean you up. Your heart swelled with butterflies, reminding yourself why you had fallen for him in the first place. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his. “Later,” You persuade softly, inevitably stopping him from moving. “I want you to hold me closely.” 

“Okay.” He sighed, staring deep into your eyes.

It was lethal to your heart— how you could see the entire galaxy shining in the specks of his gaze. He smooths your back with the palms of his hands, lovingly pecking at the corner of your mouth. 

Your bodies fit into the compact confinements of the sofa, legs stretched out to tangle with each other. The side of your face rested on his arms, hugging him close until your bare skin touched. His other arm was draped around your waist, softly tracing the skin at the bottom of your spine. 

You're not sure how long you were staring at each other before he opened his mouth to mutter something in the embrace.

“You’re beautiful.” 

You giggled, shaking your head. “You’re more beautiful.” 

He burst into a laugh, eyes forming breathtaking crescent shapes, the afterglow of sex making him glimmer like the sun. The laughter soon quiets down, the soft sound of the bass downstairs filling the room. 

He looks at you once more, but the frown on his face catches you off guard. 

“I’m sorry I can’t spend more time with you.” He said. You recognize the guilt in his voice, pulling him closer to your body. “Just that the pressure from the coach and with all the other members being on edge with the final tournament…..”

You kiss his chest, feeling him sigh with relish at your lips on his skin. “It’s fine Jay, the last thing I want you to worry about is me. Focus on playing your best, and I’ll be there cheering once you win.”

He pushes back a strand of hair behind your ear, chuckling at your words of confidence.

“I promised to make it up to you.” His ardent oath caused you to snuggle into his chest, feeling him reciprocate your hug by placing his chin on the crown of your head. 

You mumbled close to his beating heart.

“Don't worry, I can wait for you forever like this.”

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[neowinestainedress]

soooo... can i ask a drabble with johnny and sex car?

w!: car s*x, outdoor s*x (there’s nobody around tho), unprotected s*x, failed attempt at roleplaying, rough s*x but also romantic idk, size kink, fingers sucking, mexico!johnny bc he looked too hot that day

a/n: this took long, sorry, but i hope you like it! it’s also pretty long cause i’m whipped for johnny + the car is a pick-up truck for the sake of johnny's tall ass

“Babe, seriously, can you stop teasing?” Johnny huffs when you twirl around him and brush your fingers on his biceps teasingly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his neck. 

“What? You look fucking hot like this,” you say, playing with a strand of hair, and mindlessly going to sit on the open bonnet of the car, but your boyfriend is quick at putting a hand between you and the car, not without sparing you a glare. 

“We are lost in the middle of nowhere, our car broke down and you’re trying to give me a boner.” 

You chuckle. “You already have one, I think I succeeded,” you smirk, tilting your head to the side before running your tongue on your teeth.

Johnny sighs, throwing the dirty gloves on the battery and rolling his head back. What was supposed to be a simple cute date to get lost somewhere and enjoy the early summer haze turned into your car giving up on an empty road in the middle of sunflowers and poppies fields. 

“Can you at least try to make me fix it?” 

“You’ve been at it for an hour, Handy Mandy, you can’t,” you say, cupping his face to kiss him. “You’re not a mechanic, but you look hot cosplaying as one, so why don’t you call a real one that can fix this shit, and in the meanwhile have some fun?” 

Johnny sighs another time. “Seems like the perfect time for a roleplay,” he jokes. You see his hands move to pull you closer but then he takes a step back. “I’m all dirty, I have oil everywhere, I will stain your dress.” 

“Not if you take it off,” you wink, lifting the hem, showing him your bare skin. “Also, you’re hotter like this,” you say, moving close again, touching his arm and face, tracing the black lines on his skin. “It makes you look… rough.” He’s still not convinced but when your thumb brushes against his lips, you see his eyes change. 

“And what can a nice, elegant and polite girl like you do with a man like me?” He asks, strong hand reaching your neck and pulling your head back. 

“You can show me a whole new world,” you say, keeping eye contact. 

“Get in the car,” he orders, pointing to the vehicle with his head while he searches for his phone in his pocket. 

You do as he says, but you can’t help but stare at him from the window. He looks so hot right now; khaki pants falling softly on his long legs, brown belt keeping them tight around his waist, and lastly, the white tank top that wraps his toned, broad chest so well. 

“So, it’s going to take a while for the tow truck to arrive,” Johnny informs you, leaning against the car door. “I could leave, but I will never leave a damsel in distress on her own,” he winks, leaning down, reaching your leg level, placing a hand on your knee. 

You smile, tucking your hair back and giving him an innocent look. “Maybe you could help me out, I’ve got a little problem… here,” you say, slowly parting your legs and lifting your dress just enough he could see your panties weren’t on you anymore. 

“Fucking tease,” he groans, squeezing your leg harder. “In the truck, now.”

“What?” 

“You think a big man like me can fuck you good in those crumpled backseats?” He asks, leaning against the door and flexing his muscles. 

“But it’s… it’s more open,” you mumble, looking behind you in panic. 

He scoffs, eyebrow twitching. “Well, then I’ll go back fixing the car.” 

“No!” You scream. “I mean,” you try to regain your composure, “no, you can take care of me.” 

“As I thought,” Johnny says, moving back to let you pass. You quickly follow him outside, watching him jump in the open truck. 

“Hey, do I have to jump?” You pout. 

“Do I have to carry you here?” 

“Well, with those big, strong arms,” you try to convince him, but he doesn’t move. “You’re so annoying.” 

“I’m fixing the hotel room for my horny travelling companion,” he teases, fixing the pillows and covers on the floor. It’s not much, just something you carry when you feel romantic and decide to go out at night to stargaze after travelling far from the city to avoid light pollution. 

You lay down, watching him kneel between your legs, lifting your pale yellow dress up, exposing your lower half. 

“Wait, sir,” you stop him when he leans down, hot breath fanning against your skin, “why don’t you go straight to show me what you’re hiding?” You tease. “Unless you want to share me when your mechanic friend arrives. I mean, you need more help with the car, maybe you might need more help even with me.” 

Johnny inhales deeply, throwing his head back as he starts to quickly unbuckle his belt. “You always run that pretty mouth so much?” 

“Mhh, sometimes,” you taunt, winking before he gets on top of you, and you feel small again. 

“Fine, I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for the whole ride,” he says, tapping your thighs playfully, pushing your legs flat against your chest. 

“Fuck,” you moan loudly when he pushes into you, thick dick stretching you out and hitting deep inside. 

“I’d ask for how long you’ve been thinking about this but I’m not sure I want to know the answer,” he groans, eyes falling where your bodies meet for a moment, talking about how wet you are already. 

“Since you picked me up?” 

“Shut up, that sounds terrible,” he huffs, glaring at you, but you only giggle at his expression. “You’re driving me insane today.”

You chuckle and then bring him close to you, wrapping your hands around his neck, Johnny immediately kisses you back. You can’t resist the urge to run your hands on his arms, the light tan given by your, now frequent, dates outside, and the sweat pearling his skin after he struggled under the sun for an hour, driving you insane. 

“You know,” he groans, “it’s not fair you’ve got to see my muscles all day but I still haven’t got a glimpse of your boobs.” 

You giggle, “as if you don’t know them by heart.” 

“So what? Push the dress down, come on,” he orders, watching your hands hesitantly leave his toned arms to reveal your panting chest to him. “Fucking perfect,” he groans as he gets down to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking on each of them until they’re both hard and sensitive. 

You moan his name, your head rolls back when he starts fucking you faster, keeping a firm hold on your waist while the other hand is planted at the side of your head to support his body up. 

“Have I told you that you look so beautiful in this dress?” 

“All day,” you moan, not able to hide the small on your face. 

“Good, it won’t hurt to hear it one more,” he chuckles before pushing his body down so his lips can directly stay against your ear, “you look beautiful in this dress, especially when you’re a moaning mess because of me. It’s a view.” 

His words make your heart beat faster in your chest and you turn your face to the side to hide how flustered you look. “You were supposed to be rough.” 

“I’m going pretty hard on you, babe. Pretty sure the closest house from here can hear the sounds of our skin slapping. Want me to be rough with words?” 

You shake your head. “No, I just — you’re really hot like this,” you mumble. 

“I’d really hate to ruin your pretty make-up but… if that’s what you want,” he shrugs. 

You gasp when he tugs your lower body up, angling you in a way he can go deeper and faster. “You want to feel small, babe? Is that what you like so much about me?” 

At this point you can only let out whimpers, eyes rolled in the back of your head while you gasp for air. You think you stop breathing for a split second when his hand leaves your side to cup your face, it’s not a harsh squeeze but it’s a strong, firm hold, and you feel like you could come just by that. 

“Open up,” Johnny orders and you obey with no hesitation, parting your lips to let two of his fingers in. “That’s it, good girl, suck it like you suck my dick while I fuck you.” 

You almost choke when he pushes them down on your tongue, watching you gulp and shudder, while your eyes snap open, as if you’re not squeezing harder than before around his cock. 

“Oh, don’t drool, it’s not very ladylike,” Johnny taunts, smearing the spit that’s dripping out of the corners of your mouth with his thumb. 

You glare at him, but the frown on your face disappears as soon as his fingers reach your clit. You feel like screaming from the stimulation, but your whimpers and cries are muffled. 

“Keep quiet, babe, do you want to get caught?” 

You’d argue there’s nobody in miles, probably even the tow truck got lost somewhere in the fields, but you don’t. It’s hot, the sun is shining, and the wind is not helping right now, but you know that’s not the reason why you feel like you could pass out right now. Johnny knows what he’s doing, giving it to you like you like it the most, pushing all the right bottoms, and you know you won’t last long. 

“Close,” you mumble around his fingers, your watery eyes looking up at him that’s hovering over you, and he’d look more intimidating if the wind wasn’t blowing his blonde hair, making him look more like an angel. 

“I know, babe, come on, come for me,” he encourages you, throwing his head back when your nails sink in his thick arms as you try to hold on to him while pleasure overtakes you. You come, head rolled back while your lips close tightly around his fingers to conceal your moans, hips bucking against him, and pussy clenching so hard, Johnny can’t help but come too, realising his cum inside you, pumping his dick a few more times as he watches it drip down slowly. 

You can breathe normally again when Johnny pulls his fingers out, grinning as he cleans your face with his thumb. 

“You should apply the lipstick again, it’s kinda ruined now,” he chuckles, watching you try to recompose yourself, fixing your hair and dress, and doing the same. 

“I wonder whose fault is that.” 

Johnny lifts his hands in defence before standing up and holding his hand out for you. “I’m not the horny one that teased the other.” 

“Oh, please,” you say, rolling your eyes as you stand up with his help and then you both jump out of the truck. “The wait would’ve been so boring.”

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[lucifersimp333]

Punishment For A Party Animal

18+ ONLY

MINORS DO NOT READ

NSFW

~Reader is female~

MC and the brothers get a little too crazy at a party, and Lucifer gets jealous. Time for your punishment!

TW: Rough sex, smacking, spanking, choking, slut shaming/ name calling.

Today is Diavolo's birthday, so of course Barbatos would throw a mind-blowing party for the young master to let loose for him and his closest friends. Bottles on top of bottles of demonus fill the tables, and Barb even snagged a bunch of human world alcohol just for you.

About 2 hours into the party and everyone is plastered. You've been drinking your favorite alcoholic drink the whole night, you can barely see straight and you're slurring your words. " Oi! Human! Come dance with me!" Mammon had a few too many as well. He stumbles his way to the dance floor with you. Lucifer and Diavolo are sipping their drinks, chit chatting away when Lucifer looks to his right. He notices you standing on a table top, shaking your ass to the music.

You were having a good ol' time! You love to dance, especially when you're drunk. Mammon and Asmo are cheering you on and decide to hop on the table with you. Asmo gives you a smack on the butt as you're twerking away on the table. All the other brothers are laughing along and dancing around the table. You hop off the table and hit the dance floor with Mammon, and Mammon, being the drunk mess that he is, is dancing behind you, practically grinding on you. You're unaware of how close he is just because you are just THAT drunk. Belphie is dancing in front of you, one arm on your shoulder and his other hand holding a bottle of demonus. You're laughing with the brothers having the most fun you've had in a long time.

Diavolo sees you dancing and laughs. " I'm glad she's able to have fun in Devildom, aren't you Lucifer?" Lucifer has his eyes glued on you, ears getting hot with anger. Seeing his drunk brothers all over you is infuriating him. How could you be so oblivious to his brothers practically drooling over you? His pride never allowed him to admit his true feelings towards you, but he wants to give you a piece of his mind. He wishes he could touch you, grind on you, dance and be sloppy with you, but his pride simply won't allow it.

He turns to Diavolo and gives him a hollow smile " Yes, she is having fun. Isn't she?" Lucifer's pride also isn't allowing him to do much, which angers him even more. He wishes he could let loose like his brothers and you. His anger builds as he pours another cup of demonus and watches with jealous eyes.

The night dies down and its time to go back to the HOL. You're helping Mammon walk home with one of his arms around your shoulders, but you can barely walk straight yourself. You and the brothers are obnoxiously loud, laughing the whole way home. Lucifer is walking behind you all, and trips a little bit once in a while without anyone knowing. He's just as hammered as the rest of you, but he's silent with rage and doesn't say a word the whole way home.

You all make it to the front door and in to the main hall. " Levi, help Mammon to his room. I am walking MC to her room." Mammon whines " awwww come on! I want MC to bring me to my room, not some fucking nerd!" Lucifer ignores Mammons slurred protest and grabs your arm and guides you to your room.

You feel his fingers grip on to your arm and it's actually starting to hurt. " Did you have fun at the party Luciiiii?" You say as you trip over your own feet. Lucifer looks down at you and looks straight ahead once again. " You had more fun than me, clearly." You give him a puzzled look. " wha...? You didn't have fun?" You ask. As he walks, he slightly bumps into the wall due to him not being able to walk a straight line himself, and you let out a laugh. " You liar! You DID have fun! Just look at you, cant even walk straight!" The empty hallways get filled with your drunken laughter. Unfortunately for you, you didn't realize you accidentally hurt his pride a little bit by making fun of him. God be with you because this punishment is going to be rough.

You're so plastered you didn't even realize you walked past your room, and you've now entered his bedroom. " What're we doing in here Luci?" You say turning to him. He closes the door behind him and locks it. He grabs you by your throat and slams you against the wall. He places his lips in front of yours, not kissing you but speaking against your lips. " The audacity my human has. Do you think you could go whoring around in front of everyone? Using my pride against me?" You struggle to breathe, you grab on to his wrists as you fight for air. Your eyes get teary while looking in to his lustful gaze. He lets go of your neck and you fall to your knees on the floor, panties start to flood with your slick. You can't help but be turned on by being man handled. He knows you like being treated like a ragdoll, he knows exactly what fires you up and breaks you down.

You grab a fistful of your hair and makes you stand up on your feet. " You want to act like a whore?" With his hand still gripping on to your hair, he walks you over and throws you on his bed. " Well, you're going to be punished like a whore."

He makes you lay face down ass up and pulls your skirt off your body and throws it across the room. With one hand, he rips your dripping wet panties off your body. He pulls your head up by grabbing your hair again and shoves your panties in to your mouth. " You fucking slut, just taste how wet you've gotten already." He shoves your panties deeper in to your mouth. " You like when I hurt you, don't you?". He takes his hand out of your mouth and cocks his arm back and plants a forceful smack across your ass, making you moan through the panties in your mouth.

While on your stomach, he literally tears your shirt and bra off your torso and strips himself of his clothes. He rubs both of his hands on your ass cheeks in a circular motion. " Mmmmm, what a delicious ass you have." You takes his ungloved hand and gives your ass another ear piercing spank, causing you to let out another whimpery moan. "Looks even better painted red.", he growls. He continues to spank your ass until it's bruised a pretty purple, watching your slick drip down your thighs. Your legs tremble from the pleasureable pain inflicted on your ass, and you pussy is begging for more.

He throws you around to where you're on your back and shoves your legs on his shoulders. He begins lapping at your folds with his tongue, sucking up all the slick producing from you. You grip the sheets and bite down on the panties that are in your mouth, gifting him dozens of muffled moans. He pops his head up and smacks you across the face. " You're not allowed to cum yet, keep quiet." You try your best to remain silent, but you feel pressure rising in your heat. Your try to squirm to bring some sort of relief, but he then pins your hips down in the bed to prevent any movement.

You can't take it anymore, your legs tighten and you grip the sheets harder, squirting in his face. With the front of his hair and face wet, he stands up slowly and looks down on you. " You whore,what did I say?!" He gives you another smack across your face and takes the panties out of your mouth. He grabs both of your arms and pulls you forward and pushing you on your knees. He stands in front of you and shoves his dick on your mouth. He grabs your hair and makes you choke down his dick. " That's right, that's my good little human." He leans his head back, exposing his adams apple as he makes you choke on his dick some more. You put your hands on the back of his thighs and try to take his dick all the way down your throat, only to gag and pull your mouth away. "Awwww, look at you. Going above and beyond, trying to please me, choking back tears. Have you finally learned your lesson? Hm?" You nod your head. Your mascara is running down your cheeks, you cover your mouth to cover your cough.

He picks you up and tosses you on the bed to where you're laying on your back. He puts your legs on his shoulders and slides in to your weeping hole and begins to fuck you. Without the panties in your mouth, you now have permission to moan as loud as you want. He puts a hand around your throat and squeezes. He keeps his eyes fixed to yours and his mouth slightly open, grunting with everything thrust in to your pussy. He feels your walls tighten and he gives a devilish grin " That right you slut, cum for me." You cum on his rock hard cock as he continues to thrust. Despite treating you like a piece of meat, he wants to you feel a release. He lets go of your throat and begins thrusting inside you. Shortly after you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, filling you up with his hot cum.

He sits on the bed, back leaning on his headboard and you pulls you to his lap. He rests your head on his chest and pets your hair. He dips his head down so his mouth is next to your ear. " Remeber MC, you are mine. You will always be mine, and I don't ever want my brothers thinking anything otherwise ever again." He pulls your chin up and looks into your eyes. " Since I reminded you that you're mine, I expect you to behave accordingly from now on, understood?" You nod your head in agreement, eyelids heavy from all the excitement you endured. He gives you a kiss on your lips and puts your head back on his chest.

Deep down, a part of him hopes you misbehave again in the future.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me smut #obeymensfw

[twistedteddy]

Bodybuilder Toji × y/n

Warnings: Toji getting a little touchy with y/n at the end otherwise it's basically fluff

✧*̥˚please repost*̥˚✧

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Toji spent a lot of time in the gym. It made it so you couldn't easily spend time with him unless you went with. So that's exactly what you did. Throwing on some black legging like shorts and a t-shirt you hoped yourself up to follow him.

You'd signed up a week or so before but had been nervous to go when he was there. Yesterday you'd testes some stuff and talked to a few regulars so you felt much more prepared to see him today.

Throwing a hoodie on before leaving the house and ultimately deciding to keep the hood up as you entered through the glass doors. Heading straight to the stretching area. Heart pounding as you scanned for him in the large space.

Heart pumping watching him do four hundred pound squats in the back-muscles bulging but barely breaking a sweat. Gulping down the nervousness you began stretching. Touching your toes and counting to twenty as you trues not to listen to the world around you. Not the thumping of the machinery or sound of toji clearly adding more weight to his set.

Stretches flew by in a brease and soon you were to the simpler stuff. Lateral raises. Bench press, squats. About an hour had passed and honestly you'd forgotten Toji was even there. That was until you were backing up to head to the water fountain and backed eight into Toji's freshly pumped chest.

Suddenly all that fire you'd pushed down was back.

"JUst weren't going to tell me you were here, huh?" He said monotony as he leaned over you, pressing his weight onto your shoulders and letting his head sit on top of yours. "I thought I recognized that ass."

You huffed a small laugh as you felt his twitching muscles against you. Arms wrapping around your waist as you tried to push him away. "Tojiii- cmon I just gotta do a few more squats" you whined as you wiggled in his grasp.

"I'll help you with your form then." He said with that same stupid smirk he gives when he knows he's gonna get his way. "No way! I've changed my mine I'm tired let's just go home.." He huffs out a laugh as he shoves you towards the squat rack.

"Nope you're finishing what you started"

"But-"

"Nope."

Sighing as he stood behind you, your hands on the bar waiting for some type of instruction. Instead he roughly kicked your feet further apart and shoved your hands a little wider until he approved. Continuing to press his whole body to your back, so close the feeling of his breathing spread over your neck.

A bit of panic took over know how he gets after his sessions but the gym was empty other then the last at the front desk. Though she was not only on her phone but had earbuds in. "Stay quiet won't you?" He said lowly as he put a hand on your hip and the other on the bar. You figured the faster you finished the faster he'd let go and you'd both get to go home so without warning you started your workout..which lead to a certain someone to be Practically grinding on you by the time you were done.

Tears welled up in your eyes as your thighs shook and you looked back at the man causing this whole stupid situation. That same stupid smile looked back at you. Relentlessly staring for what felt like eternity before he let go and backed away making your entire back feel cold from the loss of his heat.

"That's really all your finishing with?" He spat as he crowed his arms and tilted back to look down at you.

"That's it I'm going home." You snapped at him sweat dripping down your face and neck as you turned and returned the gesture.

"I didn't say you coul-"

"No. Home."

"Cmon baby won't you keep goin f'me?"

"... dont use that against me-"

0:02───|────── 0:00

Disclaimer: I do not own Toji or anyone else in the Jujutsu Kaisen show.

#toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fluff #toji smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk toge #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #fanfics #bodybuilder #bodybuilder toji #gymlife #gym rat #provocation

[fernsnailz]

Hey fern. thoughts on the emotional despair rollercoaster that is sonic prime. if you’ve seen it.

i think it's uhhhh alright. there's a few things i really love about the show: i think the artists on the crew do a REALLY good job with what i'm assuming is a pretty tight budget and schedule, especially the animators and voice actors. prime is an excellent example of how sonic characters CAN work in 3D without being extremely stiff, and i think the voice cast absolutely kills it the whole way through. nine is also a fantastic character, he's really easy to feel for and a good use of the character variant concept. and hey shadow is actually pretty well written in prime which is a win

other than that tho. i kinda don't care much about prime 💀 i think the multiverse idea is intriguing as a concept, but it loses its charm once you realize that they're going to spend three seasons looping around the same four extremely empty universes. again, this is almost certainly due to what i'm assuming are budget and time limitations which is understandable, but i don't think any of the variant universes are utilized in an entertaining enough way to make it worthwhile. the worldbuilding is a little lackluster, and unfortunately the character variants in these empty worlds are also. pretty empty. nine is really good! and rusty rose (i think that's her name?) is also pretty interesting. and then uh. the rest of their names i don't remember.

overall i just don't really think prime is my thing. i think it's worth a watch (if you're a sonic fan) for the handful of things i really like about it and it's clear the crew is putting their whole asses into this show, but personally i'm not super invested in it. maybe if rouge was actually there i would care a bit more

#overall there's a lot to like! but a lot feels missing for me #fernasks

[rebelwrites]

Unfair Advantage

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Maybe the location of the date wasn’t the fairest but little did Charles know you had a secret.

Requested by anon: hi! I saw that you are taking request for charles so can you do one where charles takes her on a karting date and then they go have ice cream? something very fluff

A/N: Short and sweet but so fluffy

Charles had everything planned out for tonight, he overheard you mentioning that you wanted to go karting as you hadn’t been for a while so he had a proud smile on his face for the whole of the drive there. He knew you loved being wined and dined but he also knew that you liked low key as well, in fact you didn’t mind where he took you as long as you were together.

The moment you realised where you were you started pouting, causing Charles’ heart to sink. Had he misheard you.

“What’s with the pouting?” He asked softly, taking your hand in his.

“Bit of an unfair advantage don’t you think?” You smirked, knowing that you were pretty good on the go kart track. “With you being a F1 driver.”

“Oh merde,” he breathed, hiding his head in his hand. “Mon amour, I didn’t think.”

“Chal, it’s okay.” You smiled, pulling his hand away from his face. “Don’t panic.”

“I overheard you saying you missed karting, I am stupid.”

“Please stop,” you whispered, brushing your thumb across the top of his hand. “We are going to have an amazing evening, I’m just messing with you.”

A soft sigh escaped his lips, his eyes shining bright in the low light of the sunset.

Like the true gentleman he was, he quickly climbed out of the car, jogging around the Ferrari to open the door for you and helping you out the car.

The car park was empty, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend. “Did you book the whole place out?”

“Wanted a night without the paparazzi and fans, so yes I booked the whole place out.” He winked, a proud smirk playing on his lips.

“You ready for me to kick your ass, Leclerc.” You giggled, as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Oh shit, I forgot how competitive you were.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

-

The evening flew by, nothing could wipe the smirk off your face, memories were created at the karting track tonight, memories you wouldn’t forget in a lifetime. The look on Charles’ face was priceless when he realised just how talented you were behind the wheel.

“Mon amour, why did you never pursue your talent?” He hummed, playing with your fingers across the table in the cute little ice cream parlour.

“It’s a man’s world.” You shrugged, shoving the spoon in your mouth, the real reason was your parents couldn’t afford for you to pursue karting professionally. “You don’t see any female drivers.

“Well, I want to change that.” He grinned, eyes shining brighter than the sun. “Let me make a few calls and see if I can get you on the track behind a real F1 car. I know it won’t be the same but I want to prove to you that you have serious talent.”

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #F1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula one x reader

[hyufucks]

AFTER PARTY ➳ choi beomgyu, yang jeongin + fem!reader

c.warning(s) — sub/dom and switch dinamics, threesome, cowgirl, blowjob, handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, alcohol consum, cum play, degradation, praise, pet names, face fucking, reader rubs against beomgyu, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, time lapses.

w.count — +10k

the party was shit.

it was really shit, seriously. your best friend left you all alone in a house you didn't know to hang out with her perfect asshole boyfriend: hwang hyunjin.

it's not that he had done or said something bad to you to generate that rejection, on the contrary, he always tried to get along with you being that you are like the sister of another mother of his girlfriend.

you just didn't get along with those people.

you stirred the straw that was in your drink for the umpteenth time, with your face resting on your hand while you sighed notoriously loud and bored. neon lights and loud music had quickly become a nuisance for you, since you hardly ever party much because you know things like this would happen with your friend.

you looked at the time on your phone, releasing a whine when you saw that it was barely 01:05 am. you had a whole long night left and you didn't even know if you would be able to stand being there for that long.

suddenly you felt that the place next to you was occupied by precisely the person you least wanted to see tonight: your friend's boyfriend.

he smiles at you like a little boy when he asks you to buy him some of his favorite treats. "you need something?" you asked annoyed and with a low tone, which had no effect on hyunjin since he settled down a little better and put his hand on his face "what?"

"nothing, it's just that i see you very boring" he replied amused without erasing that stupid smile from his face. you rolled your eyes "yes, i am" you gave him the fakest smile in the world "and i'll appreciate if you didn't bother me"

the blonde raised his hands as if giving a sign of peace and pursed his lips as if he doesn't know what you're talking about.

"i didn't come to bother you like you think i do whenever i want to talk to you" he replied with that hint of tiredness "i just wanted to tell you that there is a very nice boy but also shy who wants to dance and talk with you and doesn't dare to invite you for fear of you biting his face like a rabid dog" he laughed alone at his own joke since it didn't make you funny at all that he compared you to a rabid dog.

but you raised your eyebrow curious to know who that guy was, to which hwang nods his head in the direction of the guy he mentioned to you earlier.

you saw him just like you: alone, with a half empty glass of alcohol and with a face of total anguish. physically he was dark haired, dressed in cream colored cargo pants and a sweatshirt that was a little too big for him. he was wearing glasses and his hair was moderately arranged.

he really didn't seem like from this environment, just more like someone who was also forcibly invited and also abandoned by someone.

when he realized you were looking at him, he automatically looked at you too, giving you a shy smile with flushed cheeks.

"who is he?" you asked quite curiously, to which the obnoxious blond smiled to your tone full of curiosity.

"it's jeongin, my best friend since we were both tadpoles" you looked at him in disbelief, unable to believe that hyunjin had friends or associated with people who weren't — or seemed like they aren't — a pain in the ass "go talk to him! surely fixes that mood you have" he patted you and left the place, leaving you alone again.

you hesitated for a few minutes about going or not going, but in the end you gave up and decided to at least interact with a new person other than the blonde idiot or some guy who wants to sleep with you at first.

you got up from your place, adjusted your dress a little and walked calmly to where the pretty boy was.

he looked at you with a certain special sparkle in his eyes that you considered really cute (or maybe it was just the few lights that were in the apartment) and smiled shyly at you, leaving a place for you to take a seat next to him in the apparently leather couch

"hi! you're jeongin, right?" you asked even knowing the answer, returning him the smile. he nodded still with blushing cheeks "yes, that's me"

for the next five minutes you and he were in completely silent, avoiding eye contact and not knowing what to talk about.

finally jeongin sighed and opened his mouth to bring up some topic of conversation "so... you don't like parties?"

jeongin is a nice guy.

you were talking to him for what seemed like hours about anything, although the one who talked the most was you.

he is not exactly a sociable guy and himself told you so in one of the many topics of conversation that both talked about. he's generally more open when he's in quiet places with few people, so parties weren't his favorite place to strike up conversations.

"if you don't like parties, why did you come to this one?" you took a sip of your new alcoholic drink, looking at him curiously.

he seemed to hesitate a bit before settling down on the couch and playing with his glasses "well, i wasn't thinking of coming here" he looked at the floor "but my friend told me there might be some pretty girl, and he wasn't wrong" he looked at you again and smiled at you without showing his teeth.

you pursed your lips as you felt your cheeks heat up at his comment.

"and you? why are you here?" before you could answer his question, a third person's voice joined to the conversation.

"hey jeongin! i'm glad to see you here" the male figure posed before you, greeting the newly appointed "i didn't think you'd come" the mysterious boy looked at you for a moment and raised his eyebrows, scanning your figure "and i didn't think you'd attract a hottie" he patted his shoulder gently and smiled at him suggestively.

it didn't take long for him to sit down next to you, smoothing his long red hair. he smiled at you and extended his hand.

"i'm beomgyu, but you can call me gyu" you shook your hand with his, smiling too "nice to meet you, gyu".

the rest of the night was literally sitting in the middle of two handsome guys talking to each other up to their elbows, which surprised you of jeongin, as he talked more than you thought.

you deduced it was the alcohol.

"so y/n" beomgyu turned to you "tell me, why are you here? you don't look like you're from this environment"

"my friend invited me by force and then go with her obnoxious boyfriend" you answered a little angry remembering how she kicked you out as soon as both arrived at the apartment "besides, i hardly know anyone here, not even the owner of this place"

both guys laughed at your last comment, causing you to look at them both constantly with a frown "what are you laughing at?" you pointed your finger at them.

the red haired boy moved a little closer to you, resting his hand on your lap and bringing his mouth close to your ear "i am the owner of the house, princess"

a sudden wave of heat hit your most sensitive places when he caressed your exposed flesh and his breath hit your skin.

you swallowed hard, drowning out your words that struggled to come out but couldn't because of beomgyu's sudden approach.

jeongin seemed totally oblivious to the situation, sipping his alcohol and laughing at your reaction.

it seemed like they did it on purpose.

suddenly gyu got up from the couch euphoric when a song started playing "it's my fucking favorite song! he said with so much emotion that you wouldn't believe that literally five seconds ago he was suggestive with you

"we dance, pretty girl?" he extended his hand towards you, which you accepted without complaint.

you really weren't this kind of girl who would get carried away at first, but there was something about beomgyu that completely cast a spell on you.

his hands circled your waist and your hands circled his neck, dancing to the music like everyone else in the center of the room did. his face was close to yours, feeling his breath hit your lips.

it was automatic — and self-defense — as you turned your body, facing away from the lovely boy. his hands didn't leave your waist at any time, on the contrary, he intensified his grip and pressed you closer to his body. you could see his veins protruding from his bare arms.

her head was tilted slightly forward almost resting her chin on your shoulder, breathing close to your neck.

it was impossible for you not to move, noticing how hard he was making contact with your lower back. you heard him sigh and curse, encouraging you to keep moving like this.

if you could tell your self from 4 hours ago that you were going to be doing this with a guy, you wouldn't have believed it. not at all.

"god, you're so fucking beautiful. stay after party, okay?" you accepted. you didn't know if it was because of the alcohol that intoxicated your blood, the need or simply because you wanted to stay.

07.45 a.m. dialed your phone when everyone had left the place except beomgyu, jeongin and you.

your friend tried to take you with her and hyunjin, but you just told her that you didn't want to leave and that she shouldn't worry, since she didn't even talk to you all night for being with her boyfriend.

hyunjin, on the other hand, smiled at you and wished you luck. he really deduced very well that something was definitely going to happen between the three.

the alcohol stopped working when beomgyu made coffee for you, the blond and himself, plus you literally drank 1 liter of water.

you were with them in the redhead's room, sitting on the edge of the bed while beomgyu and jeongin were standing right in front of you.

"you know, i'm starting to think this was all your idea," you spoke after what seemed like hours of absolute silence.

both guys looked at each other and smiled "actually, one more blonde helped us out a bit" answered beomgyu playfully.

hwang hyunjin helping? oh of course he would, they're both friends of his.

"well, enough of bullshit and let's start" the same boy's tone changed completely to a serious one, making you swallow nervously.

gyu motioned for jeongin to go to the other end of the bed "stay watching until one of us tells you to join in, ok?" he addressed the blond, who attended without protest.

he turned to you again, smirking with eyes darker than before.

"be a good girl and suck my dick" he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

you obeyed unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, noticing how there was a small dark stain on his underwear. you licked your lips before quickly brushing off what was left, amazed at his size.

you looked into his eyes with a small mischievous smile as you took his dick with your hand, giving a small kiss to the tip, watching as beomgyu grunted in need.

your tongue quickly made a connection with the length of him, licking up and down a couple of times before drawing him all the way into your mouth.

he took a handful of your hair and gently began to push his hips against your mouth, causing you to choke on his cock for a few moments, letting him practically face fucking you for a few moments before he lets you take complete control.

soft sighs came out of his mouth when you started to suck him. at first they were soft suctions, but as the seconds passed you increased the speed, creating dirty and wet sounds.

beomgyu swallowed hard and bit his lips to hold back moans, but you were doing such a good job that it was impossible for him to keep quiet and maintain his composure.

"you're doing great" he complimented you "you look like a cock hungry slut, don't you?" he let out with a light laugh.

that last thing seemed to create an effect on you since you quickly felt your center throbbing and you were getting wet little by little.

his moans encouraged you so much that you decided to deepthroat him, earning you the best moan you've ever heard coming from a man.

he intensified his grip on your hair for a few seconds before forcing you away from him, forming a string of saliva that connected from your tongue to the base.

you gasped for breath as you watched beomgyu get dressed again in confusion. your puppy dog look and pout only made the redhead hard again.

he smirked at your confused face as he gently pushed you back against the mattress, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

"open your pretty legs for me" you hesitated for a few seconds before obeying his request, sighing when you felt him quickly settle between your legs taking your ankles to hold you "good girl" he said to himself, he looked at you one last time before caressing your clitoris with your thumb.

"you're so wet and i didn't even do that much" he chuckled "i'm dying to know how you taste…" he muttered before yanking off your underwear causing you to let out a small scream.

before you could say anything your mouth fell open at the sensation of beomgyu's tongue quickly licking your core. you let your body fall against the mattress and then took a handful of his hair, pulling him closer to you.

his wet tongue roamed every part of your soaking wet pussy, sucking on your clit and using the tip of his nose to stimulate you in just the right places.

your eyes glazed and your legs trembled as gyu pushed two fingers inside you, easily finding your g-spot, moving his fingers slowly as he continued to eat you.

your gaze shifted to jeongin, who was stared at the scene with wide eyes and a growing and possibly painful erection. you felt sorry for him, so you weakly beckoned him to come closer.

when he finally approached you, you again signaled him to drop his pants, to which he instantly obeyed.

his cock was dripping with precum and its tip was slightly red, tempting you to take it in your hand, earning you a sigh of relief from the boy.

as you could, you began to move your hand up and down at the same time that the redhead pleased you by moving his tongue even faster, leaving saliva every time he disconnected from your pussy.

jeongin squeezed his eyes shut as he released moans and sighs so hot that you felt like you could cum just by hearing him moan.

he was going so crazy that he unconsciously moved his hips causing his cock to crash harder into your hand, stimulating him more.

you let go of his cock to spit on your hand and jerked him off again, increasing your pace a bit.

beomgyu was not far behind; he was so incredibly aroused by your juices that he began to move his hips against the mattress generating a pleasurable sensation and release, further staining his pants.

your orgasm hit you hard as gyu literally buried his tongue in you and flicked it around as he kept pumping his fingers. he swallowed your essence happily overstimulating you in the process still moving his fingers to get everything out of you.

"you have the best pussy i've never tasted in my fucking life" he pulled away licking his lips, looking at the blond trying to chase his orgasm "jeongin, do you want to taste it?" he nodded so fast that you swore his head would come off his place.

beomgyu went to the poor boy, putting his fingers in his mouth letting jeongin clean them with his tongue, moaning at your sweet taste "it tastes amazing" the boy with glasses limited between sighs.

your hand continued to abuse him a while longer, playing with the tip of him with your thumb, collecting his semen.

"i-i'm close" he warned whimpering, which seemed incredibly cute and hot, prompting you to move your palm even faster.

finally the blond came in your hand, staining your arm and part of the sheets, trembling and breathing hard.

your eyes began to close before you could feel beomgyu closing in on you, kissing you for the first time that night.

his lips on yours felt amazing. your hands went to the nape of his neck, drawing him closer to you to deepen the kiss.

he broke away briefly to take your legs and wrap them around his hips, slowly pushing himself into you.

"may i?" he asked gently, waiting for your consent. you nodded, but that didn't seem to convince him "use your words, baby"

"y-yes gyu" you blurted out needily, making the boy smile.

you moaned when you felt him fully inside you. his lips reconnected with yours as he began to move, sliding in and out of you before his movements became a bit more jerky, drawing moans from both parts.

you hugged his back and dug your fingertips into his skin, holding on to the wonderful feel of his cock inside you moving amazingly well. you haven't had a good fuck in so long that you almost forgot that this wasn't your first time having sex.

his mouth was discounted from yours and went to your neck, biting and sucking the skin while growling when you felt how your walls sucked and hugged him.

"shit, you feel so good," he sighed against your skin, his breath crashing against you. you unconsciously pressed yourself around him at his words causing the redhead to let out a pleasurable moan "keep squeezing me like this and i swear i'll fuck you so bad that the only thing you're going to remember is my name" he warned.

the spiral formed within you forcing you to crash into him, eager to break free. beomgyu could see your desperation, letting out a light laugh at your pathetic attempt to move "i didn't think you were such a needy whore" he squeezed your hips harder "you want to cum, mmh?" you nodded quickly, crying at this point.

"p-please gyu i just want-" you couldn't finish speaking as his movements deepened. you clung to him as if your life depended on it.

you moaned his name when you came. your orgasm hit you like a train, feeling pangs in your brain and practically seeing white spots in your dark vision. after a few more thrusts, beomgyu came too, biting his lips and throwing his head back.

he came out of you slowly causing you to groan in pain. he apologized laughing as he rested your legs on the mattress.

you glanced at where jeongin was and quickly sat up, causing you to get a mini headache and dizziness from the abrupt movement.

"jeoning, come here" you patted the mattress next to you, smiling sweetly at him. the guy gulped and lay back on the bed, waiting for your next move "may i fuck you, cute?" you asked amused but at the same time serious. you didn't want the poor guy to think you were making fun of him.

"yes, please" he almost sounded like a plea as he happily answered your question.

you don't know where you got so much energy and strength to settle on him, willing to please yourself and also please him. your eyes met his and you swore you saw a spark of emotion, as if you had been waiting for this moment all his life.

but, when you touched his chest to hold you, you could feel his heart beating very fast against your hands, as if he was nervous.

you caressed his face a little before kissing him. his hands circled your waist and you quickly responded awkwardly to his kiss, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the kiss.

your kisses descended to his neck and then to his chest, feeling him harden beneath you. You smiled and settled back on top of him.

you took his dick and pushed him into you, sitting up slowly again, feeling him settle into your walls.

jeongin seemed to sigh in relief as you started to move, thrusting your hips back and forth.

you took his hand and gently caressed it so that he could feel calm, free of nerves "don't be afraid, honey. i'm going to be good to you, okay?" you spoke trying to relax the boy under you. he nodded with a small smile and cupped your hips, squeezing the flesh tightly. you groaned at the boy's sudden confidence.

"feels good" he blurted out with his eyes completely fixed on your boobs. you took one of his hands and took it to one of your tits, seeing and feeling how quickly jeongin adapted and played with your flesh, gently pinching the nipple.

your movements began to be faster than before. you admired the blonde's reaction: closed eyes, head pressed tightly against the pillow, half open mouth and hands squeezing the places they occupied.

"you're taking it very well, baby" you praised him and his face turned red. you didn't know if it was because of the heat of the moment or because he was embarrassed by your comment "so pretty..." you said again, gently stroking his hair.

you grabbed one of his fingers and brought it to your mouth, sucking on it slowly as you gazed playfully into his eyes. jeongin rolled his eyes and moaned at the feel of his finger in your mouth.

it didn't take long when you felt your belly fill with excitement at the approach of your orgasm. you held on to his chest to speed up the movements, throwing your head back, feeling your chest rise and fall from your hectic breathing.

"i'm close" the blonde sighed squeezing your boobs tightly "cum inside" you asked enthusiastically at the same time that your insides exploded, and after a few seconds jeongin accompanied you. he released his essence which dripped down your thighs and filled your warm interior.

you stayed on him for a few moments until you both recovered, breathing normally and without dizziness or plugged ears.

you collapsed next to jeongin on the mattress too tired. beomgyu joined you, snuggling up next to you, but not before making sure to wipe you down with wet wipes.

"stay with us tonight, can you?" the redhead asked softly, stroking your belly with a cute weak smile on his face.

now that you think about it, the party wasn't shit after all.

#txt hard hours #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt imagines #txt x y/n #txt x reader #tomorrow x together #txt scenarios #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu smut #stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #jeongin smut #jeongin hard hours #jeongin hard thoughts #yang jeongin smut #jeongin scenarios #jeongin imagines #jeongin x y/n #beomgyu x reader #jeongin x reader

[quickitches]

The Arrangement

tagged: scent kink, F/F

Louisa stood outside the door. She had to work up the courage to actually knock. Her heart was pounding. She bit her lip, slowly raised her hand.

Knock knock.

***

A few hours earlier. "Damn it damn it damn it!" Louisa cursed to nobody in particular, alone in the locker room. She had lost, and lost badly. A shameful first for her - a set without winning a game. She couldn't turn it around after that, her motivation shattered. Kelly had been in the bleachers of course, front row.

Lou tossed her tanktop and skirt into the gym bag, then scratched her back with the racket. How long had it been, again? Lou picked up her phone, brought up the texts with Kelly. Or "Smelly", as Lou had saved her number. The girl had sent her Motivation mode: ON! last Thursday. An emoji every day after that... Nine days? Nine whole days. Last time it had been five.

She had an Arrangement with Kelly. A week or so before every match, Kelly would stop bathing. If Louisa won, she'd be rewarded - first, she would get to give Smelly Kelly a nice, long bath. Then, they'd have what Kelly disparagingly refered to as 'normie sex'. Losing meant getting a punishment instead: Lou on a leash, serving the stinking nerd's kinky whims.

***

Kelly opened the door. Nine days of showerless musk greeted Lou. She blinked, her nose twitched. She tried her best to keep her composure. "Shame about the match, Lou." said Smelly. She hugged Louisa. Lou hugged her back, coughing and gagging a little as her nose was forced in the crook of the tall woman's neck. With her arms raised up for the hug, the odor of Kelly's pits made it to Lou's nose. Just a taste, considering what would come after. "Can't win every time, I guess."

The apartment was a mess, as always. Several sets of Kelly's shoes were strewn about the hallway. In the living room, Louisa had to push away a stack of papers and a box of cables on the couch to make space for her gym bag. The table was covered in empty glasses, mugs and plates. Snack wrappers and fast food bags. So unhealthy! There was a single empty spot, clearly where Kelly would put her feet up while gaming.

Lou opened up her gym bag. Normally she'd cringe at the stink of her sweaty clothes. Not here, though. The sweat of a single tennis match could not elbow past the stench of Kelly. Louisa changed into the sweaty match outfit. She made a show out of undressing. It was putting on the tennis outfit that grabbed Kelly's attention. Once Lou was dressed again, Kelly put her hand under her skirt and fondled her on the butt. "Don't be sad, superstar. Next time you'll kick their ass."

***

Thinking was all but impossible. Louisa was on all fours with the collar around her neck, the other end of the leash around Kelly's wrist as she played her video game. Kelly had stripped down to her panties and socks. The sweatpants and tanktop she wore added to the smelly pile of clothes on the other end of the couch.

Smelly's legs were spread, and Lou's face was inches away from the bulge in those stripey black panties. Kelly's sedentiary lifestyle meant her cock and balls had been stewing in their own sweat, cultivating a thick, musky stench like nothing else in the world. Desires swirled in Lou's head. She wanted to, needed to lick Smelly Kelly's reeking balls, kiss her fat belly, suck on those disgustingly sweaty nipples.

Kelly would often talk about being 'musk-drunk'. Until now, Louisa had dismissed that as just another dumb fetish meme. But now, slack-jawed, drooling, wanting nothing more than to throw herself all over this reeking nerd, a single coherent thought managed to float to the top of Louisa's mind: Guess it was real.

Smelly paused her game for a moment and left her gamepad on Lou's upper back. She reached into her panties to scratch herself. A tug on Lulu's leash brought her face closer to the cotton panties. The fingers raking up and down inside agitated the pubes, releasing more of the caked-in grimy stink. "This... Fifth time scratch... Itchy?" Lou said. She swallowed her drool, blinked a couple of times. Focus, focus. She tried again. "Why do you keep itching it?" "It's nothing you need to worry about, tennis girl." Kelly took her hand out and brought it to Louisa's lips. Lou touched her nose to the fingertips. She drank the stench in. Her concern about Smelly's itching crotch was washed away immediately.

***

Kelly had given Lou a break. She went to the kitchen to grab an energy drink. Louisa sat on the couch. It was no secret Kelly was into tennis players. It bordered on a fetish, really. Above the TV there was a shelf adorned with all kinds of tennis memorabilia. Tennis balls, replica trophies, even a figure of a tennis player from some video game or anime. Kelly wasn't sure.

"One for you, one for me." Kelly returned with two cans. She handed the sugar-free one to Lou, turned off the video game. She picked up her phone and played a video on the TV. 'Melissa and Amy Shower After the Match.' The two actresses were in tennis dresses, tastefully sweaty, kissing in the locker room. The dialogue was poorly written, not that Louisa was in any mental state to notice that. She gulped her energy drink down quickly and left the empty can on the trash-covered table. "More." "Sorry, love. Those were the last drinks." "No, Smelly. More sniffing." "More?! Last time you swore you would never lose a game again, Lulu!" Kelly said. "Ask and ye shall receive."

Smelly Kelly raised her arm. She tried to pull Louisa's face in with the leash but Lou needed no encourangement. She shoved her face into the armpit hair, sniffing noisily. The smell was different here. No less intoxicating. Lou licked at the skin below the armpit but kept an eye on the soft porn playing before her. The two tennis girls had stripped down to their underwear and hopped in the shower. They made out, grinding against eachother, water soaking their sports bras and panties. Louisa reached down to Kelly's crotch. At first she just scratched her. Then she grabbed Kelly's cock through the cotton panties. They were already stained with precum, a wet spot on the black and white striped fabric. Kelly's toes curled up with the motions of Louisa's hand, up and down, up and down.

"Someone's turning into a dirty little muskslut, isn't she? When you can think again, Louisa, we will discuss the Arrangement." "No... I want--" She could not find the word. How frustrating. "--sniffs...?" "Exactly. This will be your reward from now on, dear." Lou closed her eyes and purred into Kelly's pit. "And this is yours." Lou placed her mouth above Kelly's armpit and bit her. The teeth sank in just enough to leave an impression on the supple skin. Her mouth filled with the pungent taste of stale sweat, her tongue burning. Kelly moaned. Her left hand stroked along Lou's inner thigh. Its sister gripped the empty energy drink can, quickly crushing it. She came. A weak, watery load stained her panties. She wiggled and shimmied - something Louisa always made fun of. Not today, though. Lou's mouth was too full of armpit.

The video Kelly had played was over. She laid her head back, the only sound in the room Louisa's hungry sniffing and licking at her pit. Lou was groping her boob now. Kelly sighed happily and put her hand over Louisa's. "We'll hit the shower. Then, I'm eating you out. Deal?" "No! I like you stinky." "Musk slut. Say what you are." "I'm Smelly Kelly's muskslut." "Good girl."

#scent kink #trans nsft #armpit sniffing

[beautifuldisaster88]

Forever by my side -Part 2

It had been six months since the brutal death of McKenzie Routledge, and five months since Ward's. A week after Rafe killed Ward, his body washed up in the marsh, a repeat of McKenzie's death and the discovery of her body. After a long investigation, Kildare County Sheriff's department finally pieced together the clues, or so they thought. They were right about one thing, Ward Cameron was the one who killed the young girl. However, they were wrong about Ward's death. They ruled Ward's death as a suicide, claiming that the guilt of killing the Routledge girl was too much to handle.

Nobody had heard from Rafe in six months, the Cameron boy going completely off grid. The Pogues grew suspicious, piecing together both Kenzie and Ward's death. JJ was under the impression that Rafe had snapped and killed both his girlfriend and his dad, which was half true. John B was a mess, staying drunk 24/7, going off the rails, snapping at everyone. He couldn't live with the fact that his baby sister was gone. Yeah, they were twins but Kenzie was five minutes younger and in John B's eyes would always be his baby sister. Sarah was taking it hard as well, losing her best friend and father in a matter of weeks, and her older brother packing his and Kenzie's things for some odd reason, and disappearing. The Outer Banks would never be the same.

"Nah, I'm telling ya guys, Rafe is behind it all. It's not a coincidence that after both Kenz and Ward were killed, that piece of shit split! He's a fucking psychopath and that's why I never wanted Kenz with him! Now look what happened! John B lost his sister. I lost my best friend, the one person I could tell anything to! Sarah and Kie lost their best friend, and Sarah lost her dad. Pope lost his sister from another mister, as he used to call Kenz. That motherfucker is just gonna get away with killing the world's sweetest and most caring girl. Nah, I don't think so. I'mma find his ass, no matter what it takes." JJ said, pacing back and forth as he hit his juul.

Sarah sighed sadly, looking up at the blonde from where she sat next to John B.

"Look, I know that Rafe is psycho, but I'm telling you, he'd never hurt Kenzie. He loved her more than anything. Hell, he rarely even raised his voice at her. Kenzie was the one person who saved my brother, and without her who knows what kind of fucked up shit he's found himself in. I believe what Shoupe said, I think my dad was behind her murder, but I don't believe that Ward killed himself. In fact, I think Rafe found out the truth and he killed our dad. I think Kenzie knew more than Ward wanted her to, so he killed her. That's my theory."

Little did Sarah know, she hit it right on the nose. After all, she knew her dad and brother better than anyone, except maybe Kenzie. Sarah knew that both of the Cameron men had issues and that they both had blood on their hands.

John B remained silent the whole time, slamming down beer after beer. Since his sister's death, he hardly spoke and even though he was always with the Pogues, he wasn't actually there. His mind was always elsewhere. Kenzie was all he had left, and losing her left him empty and cold. The once bright and smiley teenage boy was nothing but an empty shell. If it weren't for the Pogues, he would have ended it all and been reunited with his sister and dad, but he couldn't be that selfish, even if the pain was unbearable.

"We need to find Rafe." Was the only thing the Routledge boy said, not making eye contact with any of them.

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Rafe had purchased the newest model of the most expensive yacht, for him and Kenzie to travel, as well as live for a bit. Knowing that he was wanted for questioning, he had to keep them both off the grid, even though in reality it was just Rafe.

These last few months with his Kenzie had been perfect. Just the two of them on the yacht, traveling the world, with no distractions or interruptions. The Cameron boy had never been so happy and at peace, clearly oblivious to the fact that Kenzie was just a hallucination. Even his violent tendencies had calmed down, even though he was still doing coke.

"Rafey, come cuddle under the sun with me. Feel so empty without your arms wrapped around me."

Kenzie's angelic voice rang in Rafe's ears, causing him to look up at the spot where the love of his life was currently basking in the sun. His eyes traveled over her bikini clad body, reminding him just how lucky he was. He quickly made his way over to where she was laying, sitting down beside her, as he wrapped his strong arms around her small frame and brought her against his toned and bare chest, placing kisses along her neck.

"Just say the word, and I'll never unwrap my arms from around you, bunny. This is where you belong, here with me, wrapped safely in my arms where no one can hurt you."

"Baby, did you forget? Ward already killed me, remember? None of this is real. I need you to remember, Rafe. Remember for me. This isn't healthy."

Rafe shot up in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as he trembled. What kind of sick nightmare was that? His Kenzie wasn't dead. In fact, she was sleeping peacefully beside him. This wasn't the first time he'd had a nightmare like that. The nightmares started about a month ago, and Rafe didn't know why. He was too far gone to realize that it was Kenzie trying to tell him that he needed to let her go, to move on. She was dead and was never coming back.

"Another bad dream, baby?" The sound of Kenzie's sleepy voice coming from beside him made Rafe snap out of it.

She crawled on top of him, laying her naked body against his, as she kissed his neck, his big strong arms engulfed around her small frame.

"Yeah, just like the others. I'm holding you in my arms and you say the same thing you always do... That you're dead, that Ward killed you and that I need to remember. I-I don't understand why I keep having the same reoccurring nightmare."

"They're just bad dreams. I'm here, Rafey. If I was really dead, you wouldn't be holding me in your arms right now and we wouldn't be travelling the world. You killed Ward before he could hurt me. You saved me, Rafey."

Rafe truly believed that he was actually holding his Kenzie in his arms, talking to her, feeling her lips on his neck. She was real, she had to be. At least he was convinced she was.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know, bunny. I'd never let anyone hurt you, not even Ward. That's why we had to kill him, cause h-he wanted to hurt you and I-I would never let anyone hurt you. I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Cameron. As soon as this shit blows over with Ward's death, 'm gonna officially make you my wife, certificate and all."

Rafe grinned from ear to ear as the sweet sounds of Kenzie's giggles filled the air, music to his ears.

"Don't need a piece of paper, Rafey. 'm already your wife. That's why you gave me this gorgeous diamond ring. I don't need a fancy wedding with friends and family. Just need you, Rafey. All I've ever needed is you. Not John B, not the Pogues. Only you, baby."

If Rafe wasn't isolated alone on the massive yacht, people would think the young man was completely out of his mind, which he was. They would have seen him talking and laughing, kissing, holding and fucking nothing. Kenzie wasn't there, Rafe was just imagining her, but the heartbreaking truth was he actually believed that she was real. Any sane person would quickly realize that the Cameron boy needed serious psychological help.

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JJ came bursting through the front door of the chateau, talking a mile a minute as he paced around the living room, hitting his special THC juul that his cousin made for him.

"He was spotted. Rafe was fucking seen on a yacht near the Bahamas. We gotta get to the Bahamas man. That asshole took the best thing in our life and I'm not letting him get away with it."

John B sighed, downing whatever number of beer he was on. The brunette looked awful, his hair was unbrushed, he had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Kenzie.

"As much as I want revenge, going after Rafe won't bring Kenzie back. My sister is fucking dead, JJ. She's gone! I think Sarah was right, Ward killed my sister because she knew too much and that asshole wanted to save his own ass, so he murdered my sister. I hate Rafe as much as you do, man, but Sarah was right... Rafe never mistreated Kenzie... She was happy with him. I hate the guy, but I believe that he killed Ward to avenge her death. He loves Kenz as much as we do. He lost her too."

JJ looked at his best friend, completely dumbfounded.

"Are you seriously defending that psycho right now? I don't give a shit if he loved her, he's a violent psychopath. Look man, I never said anything because one that's your sister and two she was with that psycho, but I loved her man... I still do and probably always will. It killed me to see her with Rafe, but as her best friend I did my best to support her, even if I hate her boyfriend. Ward and Rafe took away the only girl that I have ever loved. She comes to me in my dreams, man... Every night I dream of an angel and that angel is Kenzie. Even if Ward did kill her, the bottom line is she wouldn't have been in that fucking mess if it weren't for Rafe. He got her involved in all the Cameron bullshit, when she should have never been involved! The shit that she saw, that she had to do, my... Our Kenzie would have never done that shit if Rafe didn't brainwash her! He needs to pay for what he did. If you don't want any part of it, then I'll fucking find him myself."

JJ had tears streaming down his face as he spoke, his voice cracking every now and then. His heart was shattered, and on the outside he might seem like he was holding it all together, but the truth was he was broken. Every day he would go to his and Sky's spot, and talk to her, even though she wasn't there, the blonde hoped that his Kenzie could hear him, especially when he confessed his love for her, hating himself for never saying anything while she was still alive. How could anyone hurt her? Kenzie was loved by everyone on the island, not having a single enemy. She kept everyone's secrets, never telling a soul, she would have never ratted on Ward, that's not who she was.

John B sat up, dropping the empty beer can on the floor with the rest of them. Like his best friend, he always had tears streaming down his face. The brunette stood up, slightly swaying from all the alcohol.

"You were in love with my sister and I'm just finding this out? Her life could have been different if she was with you... I'd still have my sister. You're right though, Rafe needs to pay for his actions. He corrupted my sister, brought her into his fucked up situations, made her a part of everything him and Ward did. Kenz didn't ask for that life, she just fell in love with the wrong guy. I tried to warn her, begged her not to be with him, but when she told me that she was in love with him, I couldn't stand in the way... I should have saved her, forced her to never see Rafe again... I failed her, JJ... I failed my baby sister and it's my fault she's dead!"

"You didn't fail her, JB. You were the best brother she could ever have and you were always there for her, supporting her in every way. Don't ever say it's your fault that she's gone. The only people to blame are Rafe and Ward, and since Ward is dead, all the blame now goes to Rafe. We're gonna avenge her death man, that's a promise. I promised Kenz that I wouldn't give up on finding Rafe... That I would make that fucker pay, and I plan on keeping that promise. So, are you in or out?"

John B clenched his jaw, thinking about all the shit that Rafe had dragged his sister into. He might not be able to get his hands on Ward, due to him being dead, but he could still go after Rafe.

"Sarah isn't going to like this, but I'm in. Let's go hunt that asshole down and make him pay for being the reason that I lost my sister."

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #drew starkey #obx #jj maybank #rafe x reader

[jacksprostate]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The five days Tyler's stolen my voice from me, I spend watching. The commons, group therapy. I visit my cave with my eyes open. Mills should get used to the cold. I've heard if it drops below 50 while your respiration is this depressed, you go to sleep and never wake up.

Valley of the Dogs.

An orderly with fresh bruises peppering his temple lets me take my walk in the same time Mills is carted around. This is how I must've looked for months. Glazed. Drooling. At this point they probably have to use elephant tranquilizers on me, the tolerance I've built.

God, his petty ass, we meet up for one on one and he says he has to give me some bad news.

No, it's not about Mills.

Tyler, whatever.

He is giving me the bad news, of the passing of one Marla Singer. Everyone seems to think this is bad news. Found dead in her apartment because she didn't pick up any Meals on Wheels for her neighbors for three weeks, and they worried about those little old ladies, up there all starving alone since their angel in black stopped showing up.

Her corpse was found, instead. I imagine it all waxy, tits rotted off just like she said, at some point you're so sick even the bacteria in your gut won't bother decomposing you. I imagine Marla's skin pulling back, fleeing, away from her eyes, her teeth, like a mummy. Dried out as all her collagen rots.

Paper clutched in her hand. A will, sort of hasty and half-assed.

Marla's many worldly possessions all fit on a hotel notepad.

Many other worthless things go to a small number of worthless people Marla has mentioned leaving behind in her life, and god says, Marla Singer has left me something.

That's the entire reason I get to know all of this.

If not, I would've never known.

The world could blow up, and you'd never know in here unless it was in someone's will to tell you.

Marla Singer left me her dildo.

Oh, Marla.

Addressed me in the will half the time as Tyler.

I wonder, did the cancer spread from her tits to her brain, like the cancer I didn't have. It's everywhere now. God says they're working out treatment. I wonder if it matters.

Without Tyler between us, I don't really know what connected me and Marla.

What kept her calling.

I liked her. Another psycho boyfriend in her stories. There will never be another, unless she's gone to Heaven, the real one, and they've got some sort of exchange program going on for her to have fun with.

I think Marla might deserve that. She deserved better than this.

I wonder if it was pills. There was no Tyler to save her, this time. No one to listen to her death rattle. I don't have the voice to ask.

I won't be getting her dildo, because you don't get possessions in a psych ward. It'll get dumped in some other landfill to persist for time immemorial with all the other plastic iconography of our stupid, stupid lives.

Released back out to pasture, I watch Mills. His wife was murdered. Murdered, you see, it's an action, and it's solvable. Mills solved it.

You can't solve the slow death. Not really.

I think about how empty Mills is.

Am I empty?

An unidentifiable amount of time ago, Marla called me again, and she told me all about what happens at the new support groups she goes to, since I ruined the old ones for her. They were willing to rally behind her for the whole blowing my brains out show, and she only would've had to wait them out for six months or so, but she decided to just find new ones. A new church, with new temptations like Living With Angels, a group for those caring for severe dementia patients, and Recovery Road: a program for those trying to rebuild their lives after a loved one blew them up. She said, when I got out, we could both go to that one, and I could talk about Tyler, and she could talk about me, and we could have fun getting kicked out together.

Marla was always talking about that. When I got out.

I wasn't ever hearing any of it.

Mills, they've let up on him, finally, you can see his eyeballs aren't floating with all they've juiced him up on. He's watching me, back.

I wonder if he knows about Marla.

Would Tyler care?

Tyler had said, don't call this love.

Does it need to be?

When I get my voice back, I bury my thoughts on the subject and Marla and everything in a relentless campaign to needle Mills until he looks like a voodoo doll in a shitty tourist trap.

#fight club #my writing #se7en (1995) #se7en #something smth destabilizing parallel event #i always think abt how marlas time is limited. another thing i hate abt chucks sequels. they do what the movie does and just ignore her own #shit?? #anyway the narrator doesn't know how to handle this because his little rat ass could barely handle how he felt about marla on a good day #if this seems like it came out of the blue. i alluded to it earlier haha #this is like 3k now and i have 2k notes... oopsie

[george-weasleys-girl]

Enemy Mine - Part 6

I did something a little different with this one. I'd love feedback, if you'd like to give it.

~•~

He was Fred Weasley. The Fred Weasley. Nothing touched him. He was strong and in control of his emotions at all times.

I watch the western sky, the sun is sinking

The geese are flying south, it sets me thinkin'

I did not miss you much, I did not suffer

What did not kill me just made me tougher

He'd walked off his burning anger, and now, all that was left was confusion and frustration. Why was everyone so adamant that he was in love with Y/N? It made no sense. He barely thought of her anymore.

I feel the winter come, his icy sinews

Now in the fire light, the case continues

Another night in court, the same old trial

The same old questions asked, the same denial

No, he did not love her. Not one bit. Anyone who thought otherwise was a fool.

The shadows closely run, like jury members

I look for answers in the fire's embers

Why was I missing then that whole December?

I give my usual line, "I don't remember"

Even if he had once liked her, those feelings we're long gone. They were enemies now. And enemies don't fall in love with each other. Do they? Fred hugged himself against the strange cold emptiness that seeped into his veins and made him shiver despite the warm summer afternoon.

Another winter comes, his icy fingers creep

Into these bones of mine these memories never sleep

And all these differences, a cloak I borrow

We kept our distances, why should it follow

I must have loved you

The tiny ache within his chest, the one that was always there, the one he pushed down and tried to ignore, expanded with every step. Like a million tiny knives stabbing into his heart, it nearly brought him to his knees. Why does it hurt so much? It shouldn't hurt this much.

What is the force that binds the stars?

I wore this mask to hide my scars

What is the power that pulls the tide?

Never could find a place to hide

His legs wobbled beneath him, and he sat down in the grass, his mind spinning out of control. No, it's not possible. It can't be. Not after all this time and everything that's happened.

What moves the Earth around the sun?

What could I do but run and run and run?

Afraid to love, afraid to fail

A mast without a sail

He was falling, spiraling out of control. Everything he thought he knew about himself was wrong. Everything that he'd convinced himself of was slipping out of his grasp.

The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking

Another day begins and now I'm thinking

That this indifference was my invention

When everything I did sought your attention

Fred's world tilted sideways as the truth he'd denied for so long suddenly demanded it's due. He knew, now, what he had to do and he couldn't waste one second.

So, he ran. Faster than he'd ever run in his life.

You were my compass star, you were my measure

You were a pirate's map, a buried treasure

If this was all correct, the last thing I'd expect

The prosecution rests, it's time that I confessed

I must have loved you

Out of breath and close to collapsing, Fred pounded on Y/N's door. The look of complete and utter surprise on her face was so adorable and would've made him chuckle if he wasn't gasping for air.

"Y/N....sorry to show up....like this. But I.... just realized... something," Fred managed. "I love you...I've loved you since the beginning... since you saved me and George from Filch.... and I've been so stupid and mean.... but hope you can forgive me and... maybe love me back."

Y/N stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes wide. Then, without a word, she stepped back, opening the door further to reveal Angelina sitting on the sofa.

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sort of a continuation of this w/Frank and fBell

Frank is no stranger to barbershop banter, he might not spend all that time in town, even when he’s home, but he’s been getting semi regular post-mission cuts here for long enough to be counted as a regular.

So he doesn’t really mind the ribbing, his barber poking fun at how he should let his hair grow out like the youngins do, and he’ll throw in a perm for free. That is until the grocer down the street, currently getting his beard trimmed, makes an off hand comment about Bell.

“Doesn’t seem like the missus would be a fan, though.”

And it isn’t like Frank’s fucking bothered, it’s just this is the first time he thinks of the situation with Bell —living in his house and sleeping in his bed, making his coffee and strong arming her way into paying at least the electricity bill— as something that might stick. And he needs a minute to sort through the ache in his chest.

A forfuckingever thing, instead of the vague suspicion that he won’t find her there when comes back stateside, the bracing himself for an empty house he’s been doing for the better part of two years now.

“What?” the barber stops, kills the trimmer even, so he can be heard loud and damn clear. “If you ain’t planning on marrying that pretty thing living with you, better break it to her soon then. She’s started raising chickens.”

“Not sure she’s the marrying type.”

It’s not a lie, Bell’s quicksilver in Frank’s mind, half a cool little stream after hoofing it across the jungle for days and half forest fire. The word ‘wife’ itself feels weird, no matter how many times he’s let her know that he loves her as he comes.

The barber drops it, thankfully, though he shakes his head at Frank like he’s the stupidest son of a bitch that’s graced his chair today.

But it distracts him, the whole fucking thing, nags at him like a mosquito bite in the crack of the ass. So he has to bring it up, and he’s sure he sounds annoyed as hell about it, because he is.

Bell laughs —easy, without mockery—, perched sidesaddle in his lap, because of course she does. This is why he preemptively imagines a world without her, practices losing her in his mind so it doesn’t kill him when it happens for real.

“You ever think about tying the knot?”

“I’m legally dead Frank, I don’t think I’m allowed to get married anymore.”

“But you would, if you could?”

“I’d walk my ass hand in hand with you into city hall tomorrow if I had a valid ID, love”

She kisses him to make her point, in that mesmerizing fucking way of hers, and she rides him half to death that night, fingers interlocked and mumbling his name like a prayer.

So Frank calls a guy, someone he trusts to take his payment and keep their mouth shut. An old CIA contact who minds their businesses.

And he thinks he could make it romantic, should probably; he just— can’t wait.

All he does in the end is slide the two cards over the table towards Bell one morning, as soon as they arrive. Valid, legal, forged by the best: a driver’s license and state ID for his best girl, with her name sitting pretty on them, joined by a simple, solid ‘Woods’.

To call her his wife still feels weird, but this is right. As right as her laughter, bright and so sudden it almost makes her choke on her coffee. Right as the way she fits in his arms, talking about rings and looking at him with eyes half closed, like she’s looking at the sun.

#m: cod #r: fluff #frank woods x bell #frank woods x reader #the man is a romantic! 🥹 #thought i had gotten these two out of my system but #love writing Frank’s pov cause i can pull out some absolutely unhinged turns of phrase

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★彡[!RANDOM TALBIN HEADCANONS!]彡★

Tali // @clockeyedtoy

Tobin // @necroromantics

Sorry for lack of non-OC creepypasta content lately.

But I wanted make a gift for my bros because of all the deal going around lately and it's Tobin's birthday, so I wrote something little for their OC's.

Really hope they enjoy<33

‣BURN

❝Sleeping death will come and lead me out of the sunlight❞

↺Both of them is a child who didn't have a chance to experience a true childhood. They had to grow up, and they had to grow up fast because of the brutalness they faced in their life.

↺But the thing is, they were fine with it. They were fine with not fitting in nor not being able to do things classified as normal kid things. They were fine with all the hate they had. They were fine with being all alone in the whole world. Because that is how life has always been for them. And it was okay.

↺Until it started to be not okay.

↺Somehow, every single thing started to felt worse than ever. Whenever Tobin did something, he could feel the claws of the emptiness squeezing his heart. While Tali was busy with something, she could sense the creeping presence of all of the wrong things with everything and nothing.

↺And this was not usual for either of them. Their hurt souls were angrier compared to before, they were more stray than before, they were more violent than ever. However, the worst part of this was their ever so growing loneliness.

↺Fortunately, this whole thing precisely happened before the time when both of their obstacle filled roads in life collide.

❝Shadows pulling me to lie with you❞

↺Tali hated Tobin to the bones. He was annoying, loud and stupid. He was a literal image of everything she hated and maybe that was the reason why she could stand to him.

↺Tobin liked Tali to the deep down of her soul. She was funny, caring and charming. She was the picture everything he actually liked and most probably that's why he never wanted to leave her side.

↺Tobin didn't care about feelings and emotions. He didn't know how to react to them, so he chose to ignore all completely. So Tali was a complete mystery waiting for someone to unlock to him. A girl showed no real emotions and as harsh as a rock. What could she possibly hide under that almost perfect mask?

↺Tali had no interest in talking to Tobin as she only perceived him as a energetic and noisy dog. She was a human, after all, and she had nothing to do with wild animals. Taming a beast was not one of her countless duties and she was already too busy with the pace of her own life.

↺But when Tobin and Tali decided to give a chance to study together, something's changed for both of them. It could be mutual understanding of two scarred person with no control in their life, or perhaps it could be the surprisingly fun time they had. But whatever that was, it changed something for them. Something is changed for the good.

↺After that study session, Tobin stole a chocolate for her and picked up a rose from a random garden. Unfortunately, he didn't know the rose would die after spending non-careful hours in an dirty bag, squized by the weight of books.

↺But Tali liked the dead and deformed rose more than the expensive chocolate. She found funny how dumb he was to not consider such a fact. She wouldn't like a normal rose anyway.

↺Tobin wasn't expecting Tali to offer him a cigarette. He accepted it and they smoke without talking. It was one of the most peaceful moments they had lived after the torture Tobin and Tali had gone through days after days.

↺They were truly made for each other and the real strange thing for the beginning of their friendship was how come they didn't meet sometime earlier.

❝The darkness brings me back to die with you❞

↺Although Tali was annoyed with him most of the time, she kind of liked not being alone always like normal times of her. She liked his stupid jokes and she almost enjoyed the trouble he dragged himself in even though she had to save his stupid ass.

↺Tali was new to human interaction which doesn't hurt, so this whole thing was just new to her. New but not bad, somehow.

↺Tobin had always been around other people, but no one was special for him to care about more than a few days. He would forget them and weeks later, he wouldn't even remember their name. But something was wrong with Tali.

↺Something was really, really wrong with Tali. He couldn't put his fingers on it exactly, however, he could say he didn't want to leave her side.

↺He liked when Tali joked about how dumb his hair was, he liked when Tali talked about a band she discovered, he liked when Tali acted like she's the strongest gırl in the world despite her scars.

↺She liked when Tobin constantly talked about new events in his life, she liked when Tobin kept drag her into interesting places, she liked when Tobin didn't care about anything in his past and kept moving forward.

↺They spend more and more time together day by day. And with this, they learned to tolerate each other. Or at least that was what they supposed.

↺Tobin thought this whole weird feeling would pass by time, just like what normally happens, but it didn't. In fact, it grew bigger. It grew into something more strange, it grew into something better.

↺It grew into love.

❝All I see is you❞

↺Their relationship hadn't changed much when they started to date. Because neither of them needed anything fancy or new in their messed up life. All they needed was the comforting feeling of their lover's presence.

↺They cared about each other so much. No one could dare to say anything about them because they learned that they would protect each other for even the slightest things.

↺They didn't say anything about their past mistakes. Because the only thing they cared about was how much improvement their partner made. And they knew there was no use in digging their dark graves.

↺Tobin was there when Tali needed him, and Tali was here when Tobin needed her. That was the only thing that mattered.

↺And all in all, Tobin and Tali complete each other in a way no one else could and they know this.

↺They're not only their partners in crime but their partners in life.

↺That's how things have been for an unforgettable period of time and they could not ask for more.

↺Because nothing was more important and unreplaceable for them considered to their eternal bound.

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