#watch im gonna catch him and hes going to be disgusting

[horrorartsworld]

Clingy ass Valentino…HEAR ME OUT PEOPLE!PUT THE PITCHFORKS AWAY!

He just adores his little pornstar so much,he buys her whatever she wants.her dressing room might be more expensive than an art museum

New nails? Done.Wanna get your hair done? He’s already given them his card

She just gets so used to being spoiled that she’ll start to get bratty when he won’t get something,and then that leads to a brat being out in her place…(IF YOU KNOW WHERE IM GOING)

I LIVE FOR THESE KIND OF ASKS!! EATING THIS SHIT UP FOR BREAKFAST HONEY 🤭🤭 Also can you tell I have fun writing for Valentino…it’s DISGUSTING

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spoiled rotten

clingy valentino/spoiled pornstar f!reader

warnings: smut obviously, HEAVY brat taming, oral (m receiving), rough dom!valentino, brat!reader, unprotected p in v, spanking, grinding, face fucking, orgasm denial, creampie, pet names, daddy kink, lots of dirty talk cause when doesn’t val talk dirty lol, soft valentino??? at the end

A low strum of a knock is heard against the door of your dressing room where Valentino now stood with it all the way open. “Doll?” His voice following shortly after, sounding a bit tired though it still had the alluring presence that was always intoxicating.

Huffing, you see his tall stature from the reflection of your large vanity mirror, ducking his head as he came through the doorway not bothering to wait for some kind of gesture from you to come in.

Red eyes immediately catching the new things you’ve bought probably in the last week or days even.

Various articles of clothing with high price tags still on them strung and obviously thrown onto a big luxurious pink sofa that sat on one end of the room, an assortment of shoes adorning the other with plentiful shelving space to display most of them, and lets not forget the jewels that you had laid out like magazines on your coffee table that were so sparkly they hurt when he glimpsed at them.

All of it was making Val very overwhelmed and most importantly uneasy. It was like you were gonna run him dry of all his hard earned porn money, seeing you spend it all so carelessly only to buy pointless things that you think is cutesy or fun in the moment, but that feeling would always subside when the girl he adorned more then himself would give him the time of day….and of course you knew this all too well once you became spoiled.

Taking advantage of it when you could to get the things you want, wearing tight little mini skirts that would show your panties when you bent over or putting on your big doe eyes when he was being even a bit hesitant with your request. It was always the best too when you’d catch him in a big meeting, your delicate figure sauntering into his office letting his colleagues gawk at you in the new outfit you’d bought that showed just about every inch of your assets, causing Valentino to almost loose his shit seeing them look at you and he then has to deal with you quickly, shooing you off with his card in your hands to get whatever your little heart desires.

Which is the exact reason why your hair and nails were always done at almost every shoot, making some of the other girls quite jealous of you seeing the princess treatment you got from Val that they very much lacked, but who were you to care? You the porn studios sweet little prized possession and nobody could change that.

“What do you want?” You hiss annoyed while applying mascara to your long lashes, taking your gaze away from the tall moth man as he approached you, large hands resting on your shoulders, giving a small kiss to the top of your head.

“I just wanted to check in before your shoot..make sure everything’s okay with my favorite little estrella,” He rests his chin on the top of your head, his chest rumbling with a low purr as he spoke watching you so prettily apply your makeup in the mirror. “Well the shoot is just gonna have to wait tonight, i’m going to a party at the club,” You say nonchalantly as if nothing could persuade you not to go.

Val raises an invisible eyebrow at you. “Party? Oh no baby you gotta be here, the men banking on this is gonna pay us millions to distribute it..” He pauses for a moment standing up straight to take out his box of cigarettes before continuing, “…besides we both know your closet would struggle if you missed out on this kind of opportunity..”

Gawking at him in the reflection you couldn’t believe the insult he just threw at you, making you act dramatically by throwing your chair back letting it clatter to the floor as you turned to face him. “Listen here Valentino..This industry would be nothing without me and this cunt between my legs, now if i want to go to a party i’m going to go to that fucking party! Whether some perverted pricks like it or not, they can reschedule for all i give a fuck!!” You spat then stomping away from him till you were on the other side of the room where you flipped through different pairs of bottoms on a rack, not believing how unfair he was being towards you when you’ve worked so hard to get where you’re at. The scent of his now lit cigarette clouding the air made you feel like you couldn’t breathe, a low tsk is heard from behind you till that feeling of your breath slipping from your airways got more prominent until you were tugged back making you fall onto your ass.

“Don’t forget who owns you..” He snarled, the coolness of the metal collar that had suddenly appeared around your neck reminded you of the soul contract he had over you, the feeling leaving a bad taste in your mouth, along with the vice grip he had on the end of the chain that he just pulled to make you fall.

“Matter of fact turn around for me..”

“Valentino..i-i didn’t mean-“ You try to apologize, but you were cut off by another tug on the chain, this time more harder than the last making you choke.

“I said turn around now.”

You quickly turn around, resting on the backs of your heels on your knees, looking up at the moth man with a gaze akin to that of a deer all while he towered over you. To your dismay your look of innocence only turned him on more, letting go of the chain that held you till it dissipates in mid air and the coolness of the collar is gone, wasting no time as he undos the large heart buckle sat at his midsection and pulls down his white dress pants till they’re pooling at his ankles. He was already so hard that when his cock sprang free your eyes immediately met his leaky tip that was a deep purple from its usual color, he then takes it in one of his hands and taps it against your lips. The pre smearing into your freshly applied lipstick.

“Open princess..” Val cooed through gritted teeth, the end of his cigarette wiggling in his mouth while he spoke.

You start shivering when you feel his claws racking against your scalp, too caught up in what was happening Valentino presses the back of your head down on his cock forcing the tip to push past your lips, taking him in your mouth fully without a moment to adjust and it immediately hits the back of your throat earning a soft gag from you and a low chuckle from Val. Once you catch your bearings from the unexpected sensation, you began to bob your head like the pornstar you were, sucking and licking like you were starved.

“Mmm..that’s my good girl..daddy’s good girl huh…” He hums out a gruff moan, a hand snaking its way down to caress your cheek that was full. Your eyes flutter up at him catching him in such a sinfully good angle that made you whine against his cock, cigarette barley hanging from his lips, the buttons on his shirt opened showing off his rather lean built body, muscles flexing and the white fur around his neck fluffing up when you used you flicked your tongue against a vein in a certain way getting him closer to his already building orgasm. “Taking it so good aren’t you baby? It's okay, hhpmh..you don't gotta talk with your mouth full, I know you fucking love worshipping daddy’s cock..”

The tears start pouring down your face, ruining your mascara in the process as his words along with the filthy sounds of you sucking him off made your cunt throb with an unbearable need. You scoot closer in attempt to grind against his leg, whimpering when the heat from his body, combined with the friction from his leg and the fabric of your panties rubbed deliciously against your sensitive clit.

"M gonna cum doll..Swallow for me yeah? Every last drop, do you fucking hear me?” Valentino growled suddenly his frustrations over taking him, putting out his cigarette(finally) as he fisted your hair proceeding to take control completely, bucking his hips relentlessly into your mouth as he face fucked you. Drool leaking down your chin as you tried to continue your grinding against his leg trying to match his speed until he came down your throat. Pulling you off his dick with a little pop to let you swallow, Valentino lightly tapping your chin, letting red smoke spill from his mouth as he leaned down to your level. "Atta girl…lemme see."

Seeing that you obediently swallowed his seed, he roughly yanked you from your position on his leg, eyes disapprovingly glaring down at you from behind his sunglasses. “You think you can get off on my leg without permission?” He scolds like an owner to its pet. “If you’re gonna cum cariño, it’s gonna be with you squirming on my dick.”

“B-but..” You sniffle, only to be silenced by Valentino with just a finger signaling you to. He then throws you on the couch not caring about the high end clothes still on it, crawling onto of you shortly after.

“Shhh not another word,” He shushes you, leaving kisses down your neck feverishly, while his hands worked at pulling down your skirt and panties in one quick motion. Slamming into you before you could even mutter out a protest like the brat you’ve grown to be. One of his hands reaching above you to hold onto the arm of the couch as he fucked into you with a dizzying rhythm, pounding relentlessly into your cunt just like he did to your mouth. “Fuck princessa, I should just let them record us…Millions of sinners seeing you get your brains fucked out by the man who really owns you…owns this pussy..”

“Y-you own this pussy daddy…” You babble out, whimpering when he hit that particular spot that drove you crazy to the point your clit swelled.

A primal instinct ignited in Val when he heard you say that, making his thrusts stutter for a minute until he started fucking you like an animal once more. “Say that again baby..”

You were too focused on the pleasure that you didn’t hear him, earning a good smack to the side of your ass snapping you out of it with a pitiful whine.

“Tell me who owns this pussy..” He husked in your ear for another time.

“Mm daddy does..” Valentino could tell just by your voice and the way your cunt was sucking him in that you were getting close, and it only excited the man more for what he deviously had planned. Pulling you closer to your orgasm by adding hand to rub circles at your soaked clit. “Yeah he fucking does..”

You let out a meek moan at his prideful exclamation and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that was coursing through you. You should’ve known better that this would’ve been the outcome of your little tantrum from earlier, but secretly you loved the punishment. Being used like a fuck doll for Valentino to use. Your mind going dumb on the thought causing your cunt to clench with your needed climax, a pout forming on your messy lips.

“G-gonna cum, please Val!” You practically begged feeling your tears come up again.

"Not until l've had mine, princessa." He huffed breathlessly, burying himself deep inside you with one finally thrust, wings fanning out and fluttering while he spilt his cum all inside you.

The feeling of being filled made you desperately want your own climax so much more, but he quickly pulled out of you, killing that mood within an instant, leaving your legs shaking and your lower stomach aching for release.

"I changed my mind," Valentino said with a smirk, but there was a hint of admiration dotting his red eyes. "I think you don't get to cum today. Not even at work i’m rescheduling the shoot for another day since you decided to show your ass.”

He began to clean himself up, picking up his pants from the other side of the room and slipping them back on. You wanted to pout again, especially because he was basically back to being so unfair, but you knew better to not otherwise that would result in another denial of your orgasm. Once he was back to his normal overly sensual self, he turned to you, red eyes having a more stone cold look in them with his lip curled seeing you still shaking on the couch. You had been rid of your panties and mini skirt, leaving you just in a skimpy little top that was jostled around by Val with one of your tits hanging out of it. Makeup smudged and battered, along with the consistent drip of Vals juices and your arousal from your used hole falling onto a unworn dress that was nestled under your bum.

"Now what do you remember from today?" He asked one set of hands on his hips as the others were crossed over his chest.

The way Val stood over you so authoritatively made your core throb once more, but you tried to push it to the side as you gathered what ever thoughts you had of the lesson he seemed to try to teach you just now.

"I need to remember my place and not talk back," You mumbled quietly.

"And?" Valentino added quizzically raising his chin to tell you to proceed.

"To listen to you." A smile pulling up at the corner of your lip as you knew he was fucking with you now.

"Good girl…Also, you might want to get that dry cleaned cariño," He gestured to the dress underneath you making you look frantically till you saw it.

“Oh whatever!” You say rolling your eyes playfully giggling at him.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

out for a run

words: 900

warnings: established relationship, catcalling, physical violence!!!, description of blood, reader kinda crazy as well as rafe lolz

“you ready?” you ask rafe as you finish tying your tennis shoes before making sure your watch is strapped tight to your wrist.

“yup.” rafe says, still leaned up against a wall, not so subtly checking you out as his eyes look up and down your body, dressed in tight fitting leggings and a sports bra.

“earth to rafe.” you wave your hand past his face as you head towards the door, taking a final sip of water before you start your run.

“yeah, yeah.” rafe jogs to catch up to you, again admiring your body, this time from the back.

you go through a quick stretching routine once outside, warming up your muscles. you walk to the end of the driveway, occasionally swinging your knee back to kick your butt and warm up your thighs. 

rafe is right by your side as you start to run, keeping pace with you, even though he could probably go faster. rafe insists it's the perfect pace for him, but you know it's just because he wants to stay by your side.

you fall into a comfortable silence. you used to like listening to music during runs, but you've come to enjoy just the sounds of the outer banks, whether it be the distant waves or dogs barking, even the cars driving past provide you a bit of interest as your feet pound against the pavement.

a car horn suddenly beeps out, causing you to look over, making sure it's not directed at you.

you twist your face in disgust when you see a guy smirking at you out the window. he even has the audacity to roll down his window and shout. “nice tits!”

rafe doesn't hesitate, turning up his pace as he sprints onto the road after the truck, but it tears away, blowing through a stop sign.

“it's okay rafe.” you reach your hands to his shoulders, legs burning slightly from the sudden stop as he rejoins you on the sidewalk. “he's just some asshole, okay?”

“im gonna find out who he is and fucking kill him.” rafe grunts out, eyes staring into the distance like his glare can cause the man pain.

“alright, you gotta run your anger out.” you shove slightly on rafes shoulders. “go faster, it's okay. just circle back to meet me.”

rafe looks at you, then back in the direction of the truck, wondering how far it's gone. hopefully it's parked somewhere close and rafe can confront the asshole.

“call me if anything happens.” rafe says, planning to just run up and look down the streets of a couple blocks before rushing back to you.

“of course.” you give him another gentle shove, and rafe takes off.

you give your legs a little stretch, shins hurting slightly before starting to jog again, heading the direction rafe went. you always switch up your route, but it doesn't matter because you're always together. you figure the best thing to do is just stay going straight.

you get back into your groove quickly, listening to the birds chirping, the wind rustling through the trees, only for it to be interrupted by a quiet thud of skin hitting skin.

you look down the side street, eyes widening when you see the same truck as earlier, the driver now splayed out on the grass, rafe standing over him. 

you turn quickly in his direction, pushing your legs as hard as they can go as rafe kneels down over the guy, fisting one hand in his shirt and pulling his other arm back to punch him again.

“okay, rafe.” you grab his elbow when he raises it up to swing again. “i think he's learned his lesson.” the guys face has turned black and blue, blood dripping from his nose onto the green grass.

rafe stands, turning to place his hands on your shoulders, blocking your view of the creep with his wide chest. “come on baby, you don’t gotta see this.”

rafe turns to spit at him before leading you back in the direction you came when the guy has the gall to speak again. 

“your ass is as nice as your tits.” the words are slurred, rafe clearly did a number on him.

rafe turns, clearly he hasn't beat him well enough if he can't shut up even when he's lying on the ground bleeding, when you stop him with a hand on the bicep.

“i got this.” you say, turning towards the man, looking down at him with disgust, sorry you have to dirty your favorite pair of running shoes with his filth as you swing your leg forward, connecting your toe with his side.

he lets out a loud groan, twisting to cover his side, but it just gives you a better angle as you muster everything you learned from playing soccer in elementary school and kick again, directly in his stomach.

“you need to learn how to treat women with respect.” you spit onto his face as well, landing on the opposite cheek that rafes had.

“you're lucky i don't let my boyfriend at you again.” the guy is sobbing into the ground now, but you're not satisfied, giving him a kick right in his crotch to finish off your point.

“come on, rafe.” you begin to walk away as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“baby-” rafe hurries after you as you start to jog, turning back down the street like nothing happened.

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[juneberrie]

MISS HER, KISS HER, LOVE HER

🧸 percy jackson

author's note quick lil percy boo blurb because im debating whether to work on the princess diaries au or nah xx love u all!!

word count 0.6k

warnings fem!reader, petnames, tooth-rotting fluff

ᥫ᭡ little romantic gestures ; resting foreheads together

percy unlocked the door to the jackson apartment, skateboard under his arm, and was immediately greeted by estelle running up to him with a big grin.

"hi percy!!" she exclaimed, raising her arms up. he laughed and scooped her up, kissing her on the cheek.

"hey, stella," he smiled, carrying her over to the couch where sally and paul sat watching a show. he leaned over and pressed a kiss to sally's head. "hi, mom. hey, paul."

sally took estelle from her brother's arms and smiled. percy stood for a few moments, watching the show. he heard estelle giggle and lean into sally, whispering loudly.

"should i tell him, mama?" she glanced at percy and her giggling intensified. percy picked her up from her mother's lap and held her up like in the lion king.

"what're you gonna tell me, starfish?" he asked, throwing her in the air and catching her again, causing her giggles to get even louder. percy's heart warmed at the sight of his little sister's grin.

"nothing!! its a secret!!" she shrieked. percy attacked her little face with kisses.

"oh, y'gotta tell me now," he threatened playfully, his face breaking into a smile. "or else i'm just gonna find out on my own."

stella kept looking back and forth between sally, percy, and...

"is there something in my room, stella?" estelle's eyes widened in surprise and she fought to get out of her brother's embrace.

"no!! nothin' in your room percy!!!" she finally managed to escape his grip and stood in front of his door, arms and legs spread wide like a starfish. percy walked calmly towards her as paul and sally watched with knowing smiles on their faces.

"stella...." he started. before she knew it, she was over percy's shoulder like a potato sack. her peals of laughter echoed throughout the hall as percy strode towards his room. his hand twisted the knob and he pushed open the door.

his eyes went wide. his cheeks flushed. he gently helped stella to the ground before taking another step into his room.

"y/n?" he whispered. his girlfriend waved from her spot on the bed where she was laying, scrolling through her phone.

"hi perce," she smiled. "how-" she didn't get to finish, because percy ran to her, picked her up, and spun her around in a joyous hug.

"oh my gods, i missed you so much, angel," he laughed into her neck. he felt her smile and he set her down and pulled away. he immediately leaned forward and connected their lips, which elicited a squeal of disgust from estelle as she ran from her brother's room and shut the door behind her.

when they finally pulled apart, percy's face was red and he could feel the heat emanating from his girl. he took in her gorgeous smile, her pretty eyes, her wonderful hair. he wanted to memorize every part of her before she ever made it out of this room.

"what're you doing here?" he asked, face still split in a smile.

"school's over, so i thought i might come stay with you before we go to camp," she replied. she quickly added, "if that's okay with you?"

"of course its okay with me, babe!!" he nearly shouted it for how happy he was to see her. "you can always stay with me—us!! my mom loves you!" she laughed and he wished he could freeze the moment and put it in a locket.

she rested her forehead against his and murmured softly, "i love you, perce."

he kissed her nose. "i love you more, sugar."

#seaweed brain (liz’s version) #liz’s writing ♡ #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #pjo #pjo x reader

[satoruhour]

hello!! ive been lurking on your acc for a little bit and i absolutely adore your writing like omg!! but earlier i got to thinkin about toji (as we all do) and i was thinking about how vulgar i imagine him to be in a sexual context and it makes me like soo shy and im not shy 🙄 im just obsessed with the idea of him saying really filthy shit to us and then practicing what he preaches yk

PRACTISE WHAT YOU PREACH

a/n: i keep falling asleep on the couch writing. and thank u for the inspiration for the name LOL

wc: 2.4k

warnings: reader has the same bite to her as toji does but gets shy when said man says filthy things, dom!toji, implication of sex in parts of the drabble, (public) dirty talk, pet names, he calls you ‘whore’ and ‘slut‘, toji calls you ‘mama’ once, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, spitting (on hand and in mouth), p -> v penetration, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, riidng, praise, degradation, daddy kink at the end, creampie / breeding kink, brief oral / cunnilingus @ the end, n*sfw under the cut

fushiguro toji is a vulgar man inside and out. It’s obvious when he tells the teenage boys to go fuck themselves when he catches them looking at you and you have to slap his bicep, or perhaps grabbing a piece of your ass while waiting in line to pay for groceries and all you can do is send him a nasty glare and a strong nudge of your elbow.

he doesn’t mind his baby fighting back, especially with how easily he can overturn the tables and have you squirming and breathing heavily whenever he gets you under him in the bedroom.

it comes to light first when you’re talking with a co-worker at a company party, talking casually with them before toji comes over with both your drinks. he’s tamer, then, sucking up to your insufferable colleagues even if they didn’t know what they were saying. this dude was clearly eyeing you, too, despite knowing toji was your plus one, and at that point the poor man has had enough.

“how ’bout you invite him back to our hotel and let him watch as i fuck you? maybe then he would stop fucking starin’.” toji passes you your drink as he whispers it, albeit the last part filled with mild bitterness, not entirely as secretive as he would like to be because the colleague’s eyes are widening immediately. he swallows his saliva at the large stature of your boyfriend’s and you just know he did it on purpose. but when you don’t reply and bark back at him with annoyance, toji’s lips curl in a smile, a light bulb going off in his head at his discovery and he’s been incessant since.

“yeah? how ’bout you clean a bathroom for once, fucker,” you roll your eyes, throwing a rag into the bathroom sink, disgruntled at how your boyfriend couldn’t even clean his own sink. it was beyond him to clean the place where water flowed everyday but when he told you that all you could muster was a look of disgust.

you were in no mood for him when you saw him creep in behind you in the mirror, eyes trained on the male who just mutters apologies into your neck, kissing the skin there like a tease and resist the urge to shiver, keeping up your angered expression.

until his words hit. “’m sorry baby, shoulda known better than to say stupid shit like that. how ’bout i make it up to you?”

“like what, toji? you gonna get on your hands and knees and scrub the floors yourself? cause i’d like th—”

“i’ll do it,” but not for the reason you think, “i’ll do it if i get to eat my pretty girl’s pussy out. and then let me pound her while she watches how good i make her feel.”

needless to say, your panties were thrown in the washing machine immediately as he made your moans echo in that squeezy bathroom, and the sink ended up being squeaky clean for the next few weeks.

it’s the best way to get you to shut up and sometimes the way your lips move as you’re rambling about something or how your figure looks as you’re reaching for the tv remote and spouting profanities is just so hypnotising. he’s obsessed with you.

toji stares blankly at you while you’re explaining the way to work the air fryer for the third time that day, and it’s not his fault you’re currently in a camisole. it’s accentuating your tits and the home shorts you’re in isn’t helping either, because he can easily swipe it to the side to fuck into you.

you snap your fingers in front of his face, “wha—? listen to me when i’m talking to you, babe.”

toji just rolls his eyes, something he knows you hate, and he watches your outburst with a lovestruck smile. he catches your snapping hand with ease, switching to holding it. “hey! what did i say about rolling eyes?”

he leans forward, placing his other hand dangerously close to your ass, but the forehead peck distracts you. “i heard you the first time, darling.”

“you—!” toji just laughs at your surprise. sure, he was old as fuck but he wasn’t entirely clueless about the air fryer, but he let you explain and drone on about the settings, knowing you’d be focused on the device. that way, his eyes could travel unforgivingly and just like that, the playful moment is overcome by his vulgar disposition again, the act of his body craving yours before his words made you freeze on the spot.

“but enough about air fryers, hm?” the sight of toji’s hand almost covering yours was enough to send you reeling, but it’s increased when he drags your hand down the hardness of his front. you can feel the ridges of his abs, down, down, down until his bulge. he guides you to squeeze his dick, a guttural groan making its way to the front of his throat. “how ’bout you show me how much your eyes can roll back as my cock disappears into you, huh?”

your breath hitches at the proposition and toji’s smile spreads into a grin at your reaction because it’s like this every. single. time. unconsciously your hands start to undo the knot of his sweatpants, pulling it under his hardened shaft, the other sighing when your hand finally wraps around it. it aches so much that he finds himself thrusting into your hand briefly before you start stroking.

toji gathers a blob of spit on his tongue and maintains eye contact, spitting directly onto his cock for some lubrication and you take a deep breath, slick noises sounding out throughout the house. he makes sure to do it again later. “getting it ready for your pretty little cunt, aren’t you? filthy girl— f-fuck…”

the words make you rub your thighs together, stepping closer to him while you continue stroking, up, down and up, down, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. pushing him until you’re out of the kitchen, he lets you shove him onto the couch, a loud groan leaving his lips when you descend to your knees and your mouth closes around his cock.

“s’big,” you whimper, swirling your tongue around his angry tip and going back to deepthroating him, desperate to feel his dick down your throat.

“oh— s-shit, baby,” toji pulls back the hair from your head, seeing your eyes barely being able to focus as it hits the back of your throat, “that’s it… suck it like the dirty whore you are.”

the degradation is reason enough for you to bob your head quickly, moaning around his length as your mouth drips drool mixed with the pre-cum from his tip. toji chokes out your name, hips bucking into your warm mouth while your hands find purchase on his thick thighs, taking him down your throat until your nose meets his pelvis. soon he‘s cumming down your throat with grunts, feeling the hot semen rush into your cavern.

“stay there, good fuckin’ girl,” the other groans out when your eyes shift to him, swallowing bits of his cum with a small stream of tears filling your lash line that threaten to fall. he notices your hand sneaking into your panties and he smirks, bringing you off his cock to catch your breath. you sputter and gasp, hand still lightly wrapped around him. he’s still hard after cumming, but he’s also more sensitive.

“can i ride you now?” you ask like it’s any other question, shimmying out of your underwear before wasting no time to straddle him. his tip pokes your pussy and you grab him, dragging him up and down your folds to collect your slick. before long, you’re grinding on the bottom of his shaft, your labia spread along his dick and toji is charmed by how you move on him with needy moans and two hands on his torso.

“sure ya can, doll, but…” you can tell toji’s impatient, as with you, so with a roll of your eyes (toji mumbles under his breath that you’re a hypocrite), you sink down slowly on him, the arousal of your cunt wet enough to take him without prep. inch by inch you take him deep, head thrown back as toji enjoys the view — the curve of your body, how your nipples poke through your camisole — and he smiles as his baby calls out his name from being so full.

“o-oh my god… toji—” the last bits of his name fades out when he moves his hips experimentally, the pain soon fading into pleasure and the feel of his cock in you causes you to lean forward.

“yes?” he grins, body now propped up with his elbows, meeting you halfway, “is my princess tired already?”

“n-no, i can do it,” you mewl when your hips start to bounce, the stretch of his dick feeling so good. he’s reaching places in you that you can’t even fathom, “i can take you…”

toji groans softly at your declaration, body twisted in such pleasure as you soon find a rhythm on him, relishing in the way toji watches you with lust in his eyes. he helps you with a hand on your hips, but the other pushes your top past your tits, mouth latching onto your nipple and taking one into his mouth and the gesture halts your movement for a bit. a chill runs through your body as he swirls his tongue around your bud, a breathless moan leaving you as toji looks up at you through hooded eyes.

it’s got you clenching, and toji hums into your chest, moving to your other nipple before releasing it with a pop! “tired?”

you make a small sound of agreement, the sensations of his thick cock in you paired with his lips on your tits and the burn of your thighs too much for you. he happily indulges you, bringing your body close to him before he plants his feet on the sofa and fucks up into you, a choked moan leaving you. that one thrust was just to tease you, limping into his embrace as he hears the slap of his balls onto your ass.

“you’re taking me alright,” toji laughs, cut off by a moan when he continues his ministrations, entranced by how you’re so wet you manage to leak down his length. with how your pussy is drooling, he rams into you easily, obscene noises of your sopping cunt against his pelvis as your sounds of pleasure comes out in little breaths.

“so wet,” toji comments softly, cock twitching from how your boobs felt against him and how your pussy feels so damn tight. it hugs him so snugly he has to will himself not to cum, but you’re making it difficult by how you call out his name in whines. “don’t tell me she was wet earlier already?”

you can hardly focus on his questions as he bullies his cock into you, body rocking from his relentless hips and the friction of your clit against his skin, but you mutter out a yes, a high-pitched one that’s got toji chuckling.

“my baby loves it when i talk dirty, huh?” you whine into his neck, arms tightening around his neck, “she loves it when i tell her how much i want to slam my cock into her pussy, yeah?” toji is ruthless, continuing to thrust while his words have very much the same effect. “or maybe she wants me to say how i want to cum deep in her cunt, filling her to the brim. shit… does she want me to fuck a baby into her?”

you clamp down around his cock with a loud moan and he stutters, “gotta stop clenching around me, darlin’, f-fuck.”

“y-yeah… wan’ that…” you pull away from your hiding place to babble out, eyes close to closing and drool dripping down the sides of your mouth. “wan’ all your cum, daddy.”

toji sucks in a breath at the name drop and in a second, he’s switching the positions. he admires the sweat on your skin and your heaving chest, and for the first time he’s able to see just how soaking wet you are, along with the stretch of your pussy on him.

“wan’ you to make me a mommy…” you mewl softly, and that’s all it takes for the other to start moving again because if it’s anything he loves more than seeing you crumble at his words, it’s how you tell him what you want.

you can feel toji twitch in you at that, but you have close to no strength, letting him thrust into you with vigour that’s running out too — he’s too besotted with your moans and face that’s morphed into pleasure, along with your whiny pleas.

“c’mon, open your mouth, mama,” toji pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb, “stick out ya tongue.”

you obey, hand squeezing his bicep as he gathers saliva in his mouth again, thrusts stopping briefly. he can feel your hips move, but you’re still focused on how toji purses his lips and how the spit leaves his lips — the long line of spit that descends slowly onto your tongue and the tension that surrounds it tells him you love it.

“attagirl,” he grins, wiping the corners of your cavern as the pace starts up again, and it’s so sudden you already feel like cumming.

“g’nna cum, daddy,” you mutter out, legs closing around him when you feel the familiar coil of your abdomen and toji just holds you closer, intoxicated with the moment that he wants it to last. “gonna—”

your eyes are blown wide when toji secretly reaches down to press a thumb into your clit, drawing lazy circles. that’s enough for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, pussy clenching hard on the other.

“daddy— oh my god!” toji still continues to rail into you, whimpers of his name spurring him on until you’re moaning out again as his cock spurts his cum deep in your cunt, filling you with his load until it spills out.

toji immediately drops down and starts to lap at your clit, a first class seat to his cum leaking from your pussy, laughing when you hardly care about it staining the sofa, too cockdrunk to care about reprimanding him.

“so pliant,” toji uses a finger to push his cum into you, “maybe i should get you like this more often, heh.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro smut #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji x you #jjk scenarios #jjk smut #jjk drabbles

[mundoperla]

What about… RZ Michael Myers doing something unholy, like he’s really horny, with his fem friend (also a patient) at the Smith’s Grove? Like in some corridor or smth 👀 Wall sex, whaaat???

Would be grateful and on my knees, thanks 🙏

this got me kicking my feet in the air like a schoolgirl rn

& its my favorite michael??? ofc im abt to tackle this tf😩💜

𝙍𝙕 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

— No matter how many cameras there are, there will always be blind spots.

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you see the title bitties here are the warnings vv

⚠️⚠️cws;; basically public sex, wall sex ofc, michael being HORNY, p in v but i think thats kind of expected, overall that nasty shit (lighthearted)⚠️⚠️

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Despite his lack of communication, Michael made your stay at Smith’s Grove much more pleasant. He never acted out or caused any type of problems when you first arrived, he’d been relatively calm for quite some time now. Always alone in his room, no sound, no nothing, just him making masks in silence.

It was his creativity that sparked your initial interest in him in the first place. His walls were cover from top to bottom in the masks he’d make in his alone time, many ranging from different colors and shapes. Truthfully he never wanted to interact with you whenever you’d make a quick pass by his room to go somewhere on the other side of the hospital, there was a point in time where he found you annoying even.

Yet no matter how much time passed you’d still swing by with a quick ‘hello!’. It escalated to a point where you would linger on the other side of his door and hold up one sided conversations with him, of course him never responding to you verbally. It was alright though, body language is able to tell you enough.

You did all of the talking for the two of you, which all though he never spoke aloud, he appreciated. He hasn’t spoken in years and by the looks of it he wasn’t going to any time soon. Trust me, Dr. Loomis has tried.

You were no threat to Michael to begin with, he had no reason to dismiss you unless he had become tired of your company; which very rarely happened. He was surprisingly as patient as you were with him, perhaps this was his own way of saying ‘thank you’.

The two of you were almost like a joined pair after he had grown slightly more comfortable around you, if you went somewhere—Michael followed, if Michael went somewhere — you would follow. It was shocking to everyone that he’d show even such a small form of attachment to another living being without brutally murdering it. Of course in the early stages of your ‘friendship’ the two of you were heavily monitored before you could be permitted to be in spaces together alone with just a nurse on standby.

“ I’m gonna go ask one of the doctors if I can have another juice, you want one too ? ”

Michael won’t verbally respond, but he will turn his eyes down to the floor at your question.

“ Alright so that’s a no. Sit tight I’ll be right back. ”

He watched you sit up from the table the two of you sat at, disappearing into one of the many hallways. He had originally got up to go and follow you like he always did, but something inside him told him not to, it had told him something else.

He ever so slightly considered you as some kind of companion, but he wanted you as something else. You were very beautiful to him and some of the other patients on your side of the building, it’s normal to think someone is nice looking. Yet he’d catch himself staring a bit too hard when you would do the simplest of things such as drinking some water or even when you stretched and a sliver of your stomach would be exposed. Was it also normal to have these filthy thoughts directed towards a so-called ‘friend’?

The bulge in his pants grew ever so larger the longer he sad and pondered. He needed to ‘fix’ this before you came back and saw. Would you think he was disgusting if you did see him this way? Surely you would.

You had come back to your shared table empty handed only to see that Michael was gone, maybe he’d gone back to his room? He could be tired, nothing wrong with just a quick swing by his door and wish him goodnight.

There were quite a few cameras the closer you got to Michael’s room, just as you turn into the corridor large hands yank you from the entrance to a darker corner of the hall. You’d mentally braced yourself to be strangled by this unknown person, but familiar blonde strands of hair loomed above you, of course the orange mask eased the tension much more.

Michael silently stared down at you, you could just barely see his sky blue eyes behind the paper mask. But now left the following questions, why was he just waiting in the corner? why is he now all of a sudden making actual physical contact with you? Truthfully one could only imagine the worst in the sense of it being correlated with him of all people, but the worst never came.

You’d opened your mouth to speak but you’re immediately silenced by the feeling of his erection pressing itself into your ass. He was rubbing himself against you now, still as silent as ever, showing no sign of satisfaction.

“ Mike- Michael! There’s cameras, we can’t do this here, we could get caught.. ”

Of course he doesn’t give you a verbal response, but this time will give you a slow twirl of his finger, telling you to look around you. There weren’t any cameras that could catch you in their line of sight, and the one camera that was much closer than the rest faced the opposite direction where you had originally been grabbed.

He was telling you it was safe to continue, you were clear to unfold. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the slightest bit aroused as him, maybe even more. Using his cold hands to slide under your shirt so he could squeeze the soft flesh of your breasts, to then slowly migrate under the fabric of your pants to rub you through your underwear. You’d began to grind back into him, trying to pull down his own pants down as well as your own so the two of you could ease this tension much quicker.

Michael had fantasized about how you would feel around his cock, the way you would squeeze him and the sounds you could make when he started to thrust, he couldn’t live with the possibility of another person pleasuring you instead of him. He needed to be the one to take you, you may not be aware but you’re in fact his and his only. Maybe he liked you alot more than what he initially thought.

Your body trembled as Michael moved your body slightly so you were now fully pressed against the wall with him standing behind you, one hand held you in place by the hip whilst the other began to align himself against your hole, knowing him there will be no auditory warning that he’d be sliding in. You’re not a pussy, you could take him, couldn’t you ?

Both of your hands rested on the white brick walls, truthfully you weren’t even sure he was going to fit inside. He’s taking his sweet time behind you. You’re really about to become his in a dark corner that surveillance could not reach, this could have been much better under different circumstances, but neither of you could chose the have sex in a different location at this time, you’ll take what you can get.

The stretch that followed after an agonizing 15 seconds of the man behind you pondering could be considered as beyond painful, your hand quickly covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers. He can feel your walls clamp around him, gushing uncontrollably by the sudden rush of pleasure. He’s not even halfway inside you yet, but you’ve got his pelvis and a small bit of the floor wet now, clearly you wanted this as much as he did.

You don’t get the luxury of Michael stopping in his tracks to let you breathe before he continues to push himself into you, however you get the honor or him bending himself over enough to cover your mouth with his own hands instead of your own. Now you just had to focus on keeping yourself steady while he takes what’s his.

You’d think he had never hear the word ‘gentle’ in his lifetime. His thrusts were fast yet also powerful, despite his hands covering your mouth small moans still escaped. He had just started yet you felt so fucked out already, your legs trembling, your juices dribbling down your thigh and back down onto the floor.

He fucks you like you’re a fleshlight, dominantly chasing his own high but still trying to get you to come undone as well. He’s intentionally trying to break you as much as possible before the two of you have to eventually wrap up, his hands shy away from your mouth, one to slither down to toy with your clit whilst the other grips onto one of your tits as he continues to pound himself into your cunt like a man possessed. He makes it impossible not to scream but you are aware to still keep your voice down as much as possible.

“ Michael.. Keep moving just like that.. I’m so- Fuck.. ”

Your voice had continued to quiver the longer he kept going, the coil in your belly was about to snap once again. Michael considered finishing inside as some kind of ‘mark’ to leave behind, but he could always wait for another time to have that visual. For right now it was your ass that he had decided on, he’d still get a satisfactory visual of himself on you.

Practically yanking himself out of you just as you had came, his warmth begins to coat your skin. You’re lightheaded and you could feel your legs about to give out as Michael let go of you. Silently admiring his ‘art’, he’d wiped a smudge of his mess off of you with his finger, bringing it up to your lips. It was sweet but also bitter, it was him. He could leave you here to clean yourself up so he could go back to his room, but based off of how you were struggling to keep yourself up, maybe he could just take you back to your own room before departing for the night.

He had taken the time to get you dressed back up as well as himself, pulling you out of the corridor down to the hallway opposite to your own room. Your hand felt so small in his, he was intimidating to many people, but you ? There was an odd sense of security from being this close to Michael. He stood with you for a brief moment after arriving to your room, with him he could have just been there to stare at you a while longer or he was silently examining you to get a clear visual that you were okay to be left on your own now. Could have just been both.

He was exhausted now, but also mildly flustered. So much had just happened and he could barely process it. He’s turned to walk back down to his own room so that you could get some sleep as well, but is quickly stopped buy the force of you clinging yourself onto one of his arms tightly.

“ Goodnight Mikey, we should definitely do that again at some point. ”

You’re hardly standing up straight yet you’ve asked him to.. again, too much to process. But he will take your request into consideration.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

apologies if the ending is messy i have no clue how to properly conclude shit i tried my best

#slashers x reader #halloween 2007 #michael myers x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers smut #slasher imagines #slasher fanfiction #slasher smut

[pettydollie]

reader with her period while the triplets are rec - chris sturniolo

a/n: if u have not already seen this post, it's a short explanation of what my reader for this au will be like :) wc: 654

“hey guys welcome back to the sturniolo triplets,” nick began recording. he explained what the video was going to be about when chris interrupted him. “the reason yn isn’t here is because she’s on her ‘lady days’, as she says.” he grinned, air quoting your words.

“oh my gosh. LET ME TELL YOU.” nick yells, matt and chris giggling at the outburst. “she’s so mean when she’s on periodd.” he groans as matt smacks him on the arm. “shut the fuck up idiot, she can hear you.”

“i swear to god she’s such a grump. like fucking bigfoot whenever she enters a room, fee fi fo fum, bitches.”

“she’ll probably come in and out of the video, just sayin’” matt said, leaning forward against the marble counter. a few minutes later, you walked in with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around your body and went straight to the fridge.

“babyyy” chris cooed and wrapped his arms around your waist to rest his chin on your shoulder. you grabbed a jar of dill pickles and turned around, shutting the fridge door. “hi” you chirped, kissing his cheek.

you handed the jar to your boyfriend to open while nick made a disgusting screech after drinking coconut water. you walked over to the dishwasher to grab a fork as chris opened the jar and put it on the counter.

“next, next, next!” nick rushed. you grabbed your pickles and sat down behind the camera, watching them. you were crunching on those pickles pretty loudly, to which matt scrunched his nose. “dude, stop!” he yelled, covering his ears. you giggled and apologized softly. you leaned to the camera and chewed slowly. “asmr..” you whispered.

"you wanna play?" matt asks you after chris ate easy cheese. you shook your head. "nooo thanks. i'm good here." you continued eating. "pickles give me the ick." nick playfully scowled. you rolled your eyes. "YOU give me the ick. it's so hot, gosh." you shrug the hello kitty blanket off your shoulders and onto the back of the chair.

"hey, be nice." chris pointed, jokingly. you stuck your tongue out and got up. you walked to the counter, grabbing one of the bi-flavored pudding cups before walking into your room. "ewww how can she like thatt" nick gags.

you shriek from the room. "EWWUHH what iss thattt??" you ran out and latched onto chris' arm. "what happened?" he chuckled. "is it a bug??" nick gags again. "no, it was like a lizard mutant or something." you shivered, slightly smiling. "a 'mutant' is crazy." matt shakes his head chuckling as he walks into your room and steps on the lizard before running out.

normally, you dont really care about bugs getting into your room, no matter the size. you'd just kill it, who cares? but a LIZARD? nonono not happening, no thanks.

nick grabbed the camera and walked over to your door where matt was panicking. "it's literally this big." he showed with his hands. you scrunch your face in disgust. "kill it." you push chris into the room. he grabs a tissue from his nightstand and chases it. nick laughs as he catches the whole thing on camera.

finally, after a few minutes, chris kills it successfully. "am i a hero or what?" he jokes, throwing the tissue in the trash. "I really thought it was gonna crawl in a hole, good job." matt smacks his hand on chris' back. you grab ahold of chris' hand and lean into his side. he wraps an arm around your waist tightly. "can we get back to the challenge now?"

"noo you guys can finish it tomorrow." you whined, dragging your boyfriend back into the room. "what? no, cmon." matt drops his arms to his side. "alright whatever, i dont really care. but not tomorrow, lets do it in like an hour or two, okay?" nick turned off the camera and started putting food away.

"okay bye!"

a/n: RUSHED IM SORRY i just feel rlly bad for leaving you guys alone. im gonna tag ppl who liked my last chris post :) if u dont want me to tag u, pleasee let me know!! u can comment or msg me a/n 2: edited finally. reading this unedited really annoyed me lol, im glad i finally fixed this mess.

tags: @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @idontexistman @alana37592 @bigfatattentionwhore @oversturn @ifilwtmfc @rororosieposts @jdswifee @alexaalikee @caryst555 @sebastiansaho20

#chris sturniolo #reader #period #reader on her period #fem reader #sturniolo triplets #chris x reader #chris #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #y/n #fem y/n #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸

[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Crystalline

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist : MainTaglist

Spotify playlist

Summery: Madonna is blissfully unaware of the world around her.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, uuuhhhhhhhh mostly fluff and angst but not bad angst. kinda break up? pushing an shoving and shit. implied violence.

2.8k words

"Do you always trust your first initial feeling? Special knowledge holds true, bears believing I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove Like the love that had finally, finally found me Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you"~Crystalline, Fleetwood Mac

“Ow.”

Frankie whimpers as Will tends to his wounds, shirtless in Will’s med room. William found him in here, trying to disinfect his arm from the bites.

“It’s alright, I’m almost done.” He wrapped Francisco up in gauze, gentle hands on the shaking man. 

“Please don’t tell Ben…”

Will sighs, finishing up his job. “He doesn’t talk to me anyway. But Frank, listen.” He looked at Francisco earnestly. “Santi’s catching on. You’ve gotta be more careful.”

Francisco shook his head. “There’s no being careful. There’s no nothing. I’m not… we’re not…” He sighs. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s gonna get Ben killed.”

Although looking sympathetic, there was a soft smile on Will’s face. “That’s why I’ve always liked you, Frank. Someone’s gotta look out for him.”

“You still do, he just doesn’t know it.”

“C’mere.” Will beckoned, bringing Frankie close with his large hand entangling in his brown locks. Will hugged him, then pulled away just enough for a kiss. “You’re a good man, Francisco.”

He kissed back, but refused to compliment. “No… I’m not, I can’t stand up to Santi, I can’t have Ben the way I want I can’t protect Madonna-”

A deep kiss interrupted Frankie, Will’s broad, firm body pressing him up against the counter. “You’re protecting them both, you’re doing the right thing.” Will cupped Frankies face, towering over him. Francisco couldn’t help falling into him, submitting to his strength, his power, his dominance. Will brought his hand down, cupping Frankie’s length through his sweats and stroking him to full hardness. “You’re taking care of them, and I’m going to take care of you.”

Francisco whimpered, relaxing against the counter as he closed his eyes, sinking into Will’s presence.

“T-Thank you…”

*

“You’re improving a lot.” Santiago compliments you. He sat in his usual spot, watching you paint your latest project. You’d seen it a few nights ago, Francisco in a flower crown, smiling with his eyes closed with Pope behind him, kissing his neck. Pope was very pleased with this most recent project, coming to watch you every day. He must really be proud of you. 

Sipping his wine, he smiled at you from over his glass. This was your special time together, and you always looked forward to it. You were starting to show just a little, and you frequently caught him staring at your stomach.

“Thank you, Pope.” You giggle, adding color to the flowers in Francisco’s hair. Blue, yellow, red, white. 

Pope didn’t touch you sexually, he hadn’t since you learned you were pregnant. There was no need, he said, but he still kissed you, still held you, his hands caressing your stomach. You’d made him proud, and that’s what mattered. That’s all you’d wanted to do since you were a child.

*

“Are you going to talk to me?” Will asked his brother, but Ben didn’t turn around. He was doing target practice with his arrows. There was a limited amount of guns and Ben liked to know he could make long distance shots to protect the house if needed.

“Ben, come on. I thought we moved past this when I saved your fucking life.”

He turned around, lowering his bow. “You were protecting Madonna, not me.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’s not here, we don’t gotta pretend.”

“I’m not? What are you talking about?”

Benny looked genuinely… confused. “You don’t remember what happened at the announcement?”

Ben scoffed, when back to shooting. “Of course I fucking do. See, this is the problem with you! You always doubt me!”

“Ben, someone tried to shoot you, one of your psycho little girlfriends because you can’t keep it in your pants even thought you’ve got 2 dicks and a pussy you’re fucking married too, but that’s not enough-”

Ben swung around again, this time pointing his arrow at Will. “Don’t fucking act like I’m stupid!”

Did Ben actually not know what happened? The lie was his idea… “Okay… okay I’m sorry.”

“Melody tried to kill Madonna because she was jealous! That’s it! Nothing else happened!”

“I didn’t say anything did…”

In a fit, Ben growled and for a moment Will wondered if he was about to get shot again, but instead Ben broke his bow and arrow over his knee. Screaming, he threw it on the ground and stomped until they were just sticks. Ben stormed off.

*

You lay on top of Francisco in your meadow, kissing on him gently, soft and sweet. His poor lip was healing finallly. Francisco stopped you when you go to unbutton his green shirt. You look down at him curiously. 

“Oh, do you not want me? I guess I’m pregnant already, I can-” You move to get off him, embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t like your body as you gained weight? Maybe he just didn’t see a reason to fuck you. Maybe he didn’t like you again…

“Stay, please.” Francisco kissed you deeply, his cock twitching in his pants. “I just… I want my shirt on, please… ”

“Oh, of course…” You pat his tummy, wondering if maybe he shared some of your insecurities. He was certainly the fluffiest of the four, but you absolutely adored the way he looked, his body was perfect to you. “I think you’re… so, so handsome, you know that, right?” you weren’t good at flirting, even this made your face grow warm, but you wanted him to know how much you loved him. 

Frankie blushes. “Thank you, but I’d rather keep the shirt on… if that’s okay…”

You kiss his sweet, pouty lower lip with a little peck, considerate of his bite. “Anything for you, my perfect husband.”

You made love in the meadow, trees and flowers and birds and bee’s, all of nature surrounding you, all of heaven and earth shining their approval.

*

Ben stumbled into Frankie’s room, loudly, making the older man just in his bed. He was asleep on his stomach, and the noise scared the absolute shit out of him

“Frankie!” He raised his hands, shouting.

“JESUS Benjamin, what the hell!” He gets out of bed, wide awake now. He was wearing a shirt, no buttons. “Are you-” Francisco turned on his light and cupped Ben’s face. “You’re drunk again? What the fuck Benjamin!”

Not in the mood for a lecture, Ben stumbled forward and gripped Francisco’s hair, yanking him forward into a bruising kiss. For a moment, Francisco melted into him. He didn’t care that his lip throbbed, or that his shoulder and arm still hurt to move. He didn’t care about what he was supposed to be doing. He just wanted Ben, his handsome, sweet, fun, goddamnhestall husband, Ben. He kissed him back.

But then he felt his cock, free of any constraint hardening, and he remembered. He’d not supposed to be fucking Ben like this anymore. 

Frankie gently nudged him back, but Ben didn’t stop, moving to kiss his neck, holding him close. 

“Benjamin, we can’t-”

“We can.” Ben sucked a hickey into his skin, spitting into his hand to stroke Francisco. “You and me, Frankie. We belong together.” Although slurring just a bit, Ben’s voice was deep, gravely with need, dark and hungry and oh-so spine tingling.

“But…” frankie protested between kisses, making no real attempted to move away as he licked into Ben’s mouth, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. “Santi… Madonna…”

Ben spat his words. “Fuck ‘em. They don’t matter, only you matte Frankie. Only you.” 

He wanted to believe that, he did… he couldn’t. “Is that why you still fuck both of them?”

“I have to, you know that-” Ben sucked on his tongue, fighting the urge to nibble at his lip, make his own mark.

“Do you ‘have to’ fuck every woman in Delta?”

Ben shoved him so hard he stumbled back, it took a second for him to realize what happened. 

Francisco blinked, then with a puff of his chest he shoved Ben back, making him fall into a side table. When Ben looked up, his blue eyes were large and wet. Frankie wanted to run to him, apologize, help him up… but he needed this to end. Ben wasn’t going to run away with him, and messing around with Benjamin, even if he was the one he wanted, was going to get Ben killed. Francisco couldn’t stand to let that happen.

“This needs to stop, Ben. I’m not doing this anymore.”

From on the floor, the 6’3 strongman man looked small, weak, vulnerable. Francisco’s heart shattered as he screamed. “GET OUT!” He took hold of his shirt in both fists and shoved him the rest of the way out the door.

Frankie locked out the other half of his heart.

*

You sigh constantly, sinking further into the water. Will just got done washing your hair, and now he was giving you a soothing milk bath, even putting flower petals in it. Knelt beside you, he had a super soft washcloth and was simply using it to run warm water over your body. He put lavender in the water, commenting that he thought had more left. Not wanting to lie you tell him the truth, that you and Rey found it you used it on Pope. You apologize for going through his things for spilling it. Will said it was totally okay.

The pregnancy had gone pretty smooth, so far no problems but you were having your usual sleep issues. You and Will developed a routine to help you sleep. Ever since he was shot, you’ve been sleeping in his bed. Now, he liked to give you a lavender bath before bedtime. He’d relax you, sometimes finger fuck you if you needed your mind cleared, then once you began nodding off he drained the water, patted you dry and then carried you to his room in a big towel. There, he dressed you in comfortable pj’s and tucked you in with him. It was nice, you felt safe, and best of all, no incubus.

“Such a pretty woman…” Will mutters, putting down the cloth to massage oils into your skin. It felt nice being pampered. 

You giggle. “Thank you.”

“Everything going good with the others?” Will always checked in on you, which you appreciated. He helped you navigate things in the house and with Pope especially. 

“Going great, thank you. Francisco seemed down there for a little but I think he’s cheered up.”

Will hummed in agreement. “I noticed that too, but you’re right, I think he’s happy now. Frankie had low moods sometimes, but he just needs a little patience and kindness when he does. And you give him that so well, thank you.” He kissed your forehead. “Such a good little wife.”

“And you’re such a good husband.” You tickle his arm, making him smile.

“Anything for my princess.”

*

Pope was gentle today.

Francisco was on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow trying to avoid tempting Pope with his mouth. 

“So fucking pretty…” He slowly thrust inside him, softening cockcovering itself in cum. He looked how Frankie looked with his cum leaking out. ��Beautiful…”

Santi laid down beside Francisco, and Frankie was ashamed to say he took comfort in the touch. He wanted to hate Santi, but he couldn’t… he couldn’t hate a man he’d known his whole life, who he’d shared that life with day in, day out. They were never apart.

 “I’m so happy with you, Frank…” He kisses Frankie’s head, and Frankie can’t help but smile. He liked Santi’s kisses when he was being nice.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t a lie.

*

You squeal, dashing around the table to avoid Ben who chased after you with a cup of water in his hand. To be fair, you started the water fight, and now both of you were drenched in water, especially after he took out the kitchen spray in the sink and showered you. Ben laughed, giving chase but he slipped on a puddle, falling on his ass.

“Ben!” You gasp, laughing still as he disappears behind the table, and you run around to check on him. Big mistake.

“BOO!”

“AH!!”

Ben threw his cup of water at you, drenching you all over again. You dump your water on his head and then make a mad dash to get more. You weren’t above getting him while he’s down.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ben scrambles up, scooping you up as you scream and laugh, carrying you to the sink.

“BEEEEN!” You playfully smack at his chest, putting up a pretend fight. “What are you doing!!”

“Winning!” Benny placed you in the empty sink and turning on the faucet over your lap. 

He doesn’t see it coming when you grab the sprayer.

*

Will heard the shouting from Frankie’s room. Jesus, they were not subtle. It wasn’t until he heard the crash he knew they weren’t fucking. Getting up to investigate, he was just in time to see Ben getting his ass thrown out of Frankie’s room. Standing in the hall, he watched Ben, clearly drunk, curl up in a ball on the floor and cry.

Ben didn’t want much to do with Will, not as a brother. Although they worked well together in matters revolving around their family, their community, their woman, Ben didn’t want the closeness and friendship they used to share. Will had hoped after he was shot, Ben would throw his jealousy aside, that he would see that Will loved him and for a moment, he did. When Will was shot, Ben stayed at his side, crying even though the shooter was still at large. He risked his life for him, even with Frankie screaming and pulling at him. Ben helped patch him up, not trusting Iris.

Now Ben was back to Ben, a sad, alcoholic slut.

Will knelt by his sobbing brother’s side, pulling him into his strong arms. Will loved Frankie, but right now Frankie wasn’t his husband. He was the man that broke his baby brother's heart.

“It’s gonna be okay, Benny. It’s gonna be okay.”

*

You sat on the counter, watching with joy as Reyansh poked at Iris, wrapping his arms around her and swaying. He’d been trying to cheer her up after she’d hovered over him and his black eye. Reyansh said it was standard sparring training for the guards and someone got a good shot in, and Jonah confirmed this, but Iris still fussed over him.

“C’mooooon, smile. Baby.”

“No, I’m grumpy.” But a smile was slipping. 

Jonah appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Sing to her, that’s a guarantee.”

“Oooohohoho no you don’t!” Iris poked at his chest. “That’s cheating!” Iris was a sucker for Rey’s singing.

It was too late. “Love’n you, is it the riiiigh thing to dooooo”

“Reeeeeey”

He turned her around to face him, and she was already smiling. “How can I, ever change things that I feeeeeeeel!”

She giggled as Rey spun her around. “You know this is my favorite! It’s not fair.”

“If I could, baby I’d give you my world!”

Jonah approached you. Things had still been awkward, but the way Jonah protected you at the shooting made you know for sure that he still cared about you. He held out a hand.

Rey took Iris’s hands, doing the twist with her. You liked how Iris’s curls moved around. She was always pretty, but god, when she smiled. You saw why Rey loved her.

“HOW CAN I WHEN YOU WON”T TAKE IT FROM MEEEE!”

You take Jonah’s hand and as soon as you hop down, he swings you around, paying attention to making sure you didn’t hit anything.

Jonah and Rey both sing, very loudly. “YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAAAAYYYYYY!”

Iris echo’d them “GO YOUR OWN WAAAAaaaaaayyy”

Jonah picked you up and spun you around, rey twirled Iris. “YOU CAN CALL IT ANOOOOOOTHER LONELY DAAYAYAYAYY”

“ANOTHER LONELY DAYYAYAYAYAY”

Reyansh took your hand, linking your arms and Jonah scooped up Iris and spun her.

“YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAYYYY”

You sang with Iris “GO YOUR OWN WAAYYY”

Rey sang the rest of the song, you all took turns dancing. You didn’t dare try to dance with Iris, but to your surprise, she took you in her arms, pulling you close and dancing with you too. She smelled like wildflowers.

*

Earlier that day…

Rey was whistling down the hall as usual. Today was a good day. It was bright and sunny out, and Iris had a surprisingly low work load. She even agreed to spend the night in his room, which, outside of the potential benefits, meant he got to hold her all night. What more could he ask for in life?

Oh! And he saw Frankie outside gardening, and maybe they shared a blunt. What about it! Yeah, he was in a great mood.

“Saha? A word?” Will’s voice called behind him. Rey rolled his eyes before turning around. Great, this guy. 

Rey out on a fake smile and turned around. “What can I do for you.”

Will was standing with his hands tucked into his pockets, a small smile on his face, but it wasn’t comforting, not like Jonah’s smile.

“Was talking to The Madonna last night, she said you helped her break into my room to get my oils?”

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Pav x spider reader who is from spider-punks world and is like a little sister to hobie but likes Pav cause I need more Pav fics 😭😭

I gotchu anon ;) I'll probably be asleep when this uploads but just so you know I was rolling around in my bed writing this simply because Hobie's British in this is so bad so please forgive that little...thing.

Synopsis/Feels: Reader is Hobie's little sis but not by blood but u can't rlly tell, bad British slang beware, clueless Pav, mentions of Tom Holland(TW), etc.

Word Ct.:667

Without further ado...

Spider-Who?(Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader)

"Woah, he's awesome..." I sigh in amazement as I watch Pav swoop through the streets of Mumbattan.

"Mumbattan has the worst traffic I tell ya...aye, wot er you lookin at, kid?" Hobie asks as he realizes I've got my eyes focused on the streets below.

"Just...stuff..." I dodge his question as I take a bite of my scone, courtesy of your 2nd favorite Brit. It's me, I'm the 1st favorite Brit of course.

"Too right...you ready to skedaddle back to our universe kid? I miss me guitar." Hobie shrugs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Er...yeh, I guess." I sigh, watching as Hobie opens a portal(idk how the portal thing works Sue me).

"Hey guys! Leaving so soon?" Pav suddenly lands next to us, looking flawlessly perfect despite fighting a whole villain just a second ago.

"Yeh, sorry mate but yer universe is borin...right kid?" Hobie asks me. I barely hear him and decide to disregard it in favor of staring at Pav.

"Kid? Hello? Yer brain get hit with a rock...?" Hobie asks, popping me in the back of my head.

"I'm good! I'm great. Sorry, were said what you?" I immediately realize my sentence makes no sense as Pav and Hobie both look at me in confusion.

Hobie locks eyes with me.

Don't look at Pav, don't look at Pav, don't look at Pav...

My eyes dart to Pav and quickly go back to Hobie's.

FUCK.

"Oh, I gotcha...lil bugger's got a crush. Ain't that a bitch...wild how he ain't even from your own universe." Hobie says casually.

"What? Is it someone from the Spider Society?! Miles? Or Gwen?" Pav starts throwing out random names of teenage Spider-Men from the society.

"Wait...don't tell me it's....Miguel?!" Pav looks at me in disgust for a second before I shoot a web at his mouth.

As I watch Pavitr try to pry the web off Hobie pulls me to the side.

"C'mon, you gotta pick another. Love Pav, but he's...y'know....Pav." Hobie trails off, assuming I understand him.

"Well yeh, but he's also...Pav, y'know?" I argue slightly.

"Right and I get that...but he's Pav." Hobie complains to me, his grip on my shoulder tightening.

"I'm not gonna have this conversation with you Hobart. Don't you have taxes to file?" I ask with an eye roll.

"Fine, fine!" Hobie holds both his hands up in surrender. "You gonna tell 'im soon? Might have to spell it out since he's...Pav." Hobie shrugs.

"You mean you don't care?" I ask with a raise of my eyebrow.

"Course not kid. He might be Pav, but 'e's also Pav." Hobie emphasizes his words like it'll magically make sense.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Pav asks, finally joining us.

I give Hobie a silent plead.

"Nun much...I was bout to head back. Kid said she wants to stay awhile though." Hobie lies.

For reference I was thinking it but I didn't want to say it.

"Oh, great! I can show you my favorite street food stands and where the stray dogs are and where all the traffic is!"

"Oh. Where all the traffic is...great. Can't wait." I try to fake being excited.

"Catch you later, bugger. Try not to get pied off loser!" Hobie does a small salute before stepping through an open portal.

"Huh...? What does pied off mean?" Pav asks with an eyebrow raise.

"Nothing! Nothing at all...honestly it doesn't mean anything." I lie straight to Pav's face.

"...I don't believe you." Pav replies with suspicion in his eyes.

"Uhhhh....oh my god, is that Tom Holland?" I gasp loudly and point at the streets below us.

Pav's neck almost snaps as he looks.

"What?! Where?!"

Phew. Safe. Nailed it.

I watch as Pav swings down to the streets to find Tom Holland, who was never there in the first place.

I'll tell him. One day. But today is not the day.

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

summary: megumi founds out your friends are horrible

warnings: black coded reader, mentions of fighting

a/n - based off fyf by elhae (listen it’s so good)

“megumi let’s go over there please” you tugged his sleeve and he nodded and you both walked in the direction of the cute antique shop. you saw one of your friends and you walked over to her.

“hey y/n, what are you doing here? who’s this?” your friend looked megumi up and down and looked back at you. “oh this is megumi, my boyfriend and we’re doing some shopping today.” you smiled at him and he looked at your friend.

the way they looked him up and down didn’t feel right. “megumi this is f/n (friend’s name)” you said and he said a monotone hi back. “he’s not very chatty” f/n said. you laughed and nodded, “not really, but we’re gonna look around the store. bye and stay in touch!”

your friend nodded at you and you walked in the direction of the porcelain statues.

2 days later

you and megumi were eating out at a restaurant for your anniversary. you had gotten seated and ordered when f/n and another one of your friends showed up to say hi. “oh so this is megumi that f/n told me about. hi there megumi.” they waved at megumi and he just did a wave back.

they started giggling and you wondered why they were laughing. what was funny? you would like to laugh too. they said goodbye and went back to their table.

megumi had left to go to the bathroom and he was stopped by f/n. “hey megumi, you should really leave y/n. i can give you more than they can.” they ran their hand down his chest and he slapped it off.

“what the hell is wrong with you? aren’t you guys friends?” he stepped back disgusted by the actions. “it’s ok, they’ll get over it after a while.” he pushed them out of the way and sneered. “you’re a horrible human being, get out of my sight.”

megumi went back to the table fuming and you put your hand on his. “what’s wrong?” you asked and he looked at you. “your so called “friend” hit on me, told me to leave you and they could give me more than you could.”

now you were mad also cause who in their right mind who do such a thing to someone they considered their friend? your marched over to their table and placed a hand on their shoulder

“now what’s your problem? trying to steal megumi? i thought we were friends!” you exclaimed and they turned to you. “we were friends then you secured that hottie somehow and now i want him and i can treat him better than you.” they shrugged and you wanted to knock their face in.

“don’t let me catch you outside of here, if i do. i’m not going to hesitate to beat your face in.” you said and walked back to megumi. “we’re eating this food and leaving. not staying a second longer.” you said angry as hell cause who did she think she was?

1 week later

you were just at home watching tv until you heard a knock on your door. you got up and saw f/n and you reached up and punched her square in the face. “girl i told you if i saw you outside of here i was beating your face in, either leave or im gonna show you what another one feels like.” you said and they opened their mouth to say something.

“i’m sorry for trying to hit on megumi.” they said and you laughed. “you’re only sorry cause you got caught. if you didn’t get caught would you be sorry?” you asked cracking your knuckles. “probably not, i was just here to make amends.” they laughed and you swung again.

you gave her about 5 punches and pushed her away from your house. “don’t show up to my house ever again or else.” you shut the door right in her beaten up face.

does this give off the angry black woman stereotype or

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🖤Toys Sub Skz Would Like🖤

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-warnings- smut, sub skz, shitton of toys, anal and otherwise, filth so be prepared

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Chan

His favorite would probably be cuffs or a cockring. Gets so whiny and turned on knowing he can't touch you and he has to take whatever you give him. Loves when you tease and degrade him about how much he likes to be dominated. Will bust if you call him a pillow prince or useless pup. Loves feeling like your toy as he fucks you with a cockring on. Crying and begging you to take it off so he can cum with you and fill you up.

Leeknow

For sure loves anal play so im gonna say a classic dildo or anal beads. Once he realized how good it felt to finger himself he ordered a variety of dildos to fuck himself with. Loves when you catch him and punish him by making him bounce on one til hes a crying mess. You surprise him with anal beads for his birthday and his favorite reward is when you fuck him with it and overstimulate his cock.

Changbin

Im a firm believer of sensitive nipple binnie so nipple clamps or a dildo. The moment you realized how much he liked his nipples being played with you ordered some clamps for him. He would be in tears the first time you ride him with them on, occassionally tugging on them just to hear him whine. Also a big fan of bouncing on a dildo as you watch him and touch yourself or tell him how pretty he looks. Would be down to try a double-ended dildo.

Hyunjin

Definitely likes to be edged/overstimulated so he enjoys using a vibrator or cock ring. Cries from pure pleasure when you use a vibrator and will 100% cum if you tease his pretty hole with it. He can't tell whether its a reward or punishment when you use one on him. Loves when you also use a vibrator on yourself while tears are streming down his face from the pleasure. Absolutely hates (loves) when you make him wear a cockring as a punishment, can't sit still and constantly whines about how mean you are and how he needs to cum.

Han

Baby is too sensitive to endure a vibrator but he loves his ass being played with so dildos and fleshlights are his favorite. Super shy at first about asking you to fuck him but turns into the biggest pervert and slut for dildos. Becomes the biggest sub when you stretch out his ass. Probably sits there with his cheek pressed against the pillow as drool spills out. He gets super turned on when you make him fuck a fleshlight and watch, calling him pathetic and a disgusting pervert. Only to go and fuck his ass while he fucks the toy.

Felix

I feel like he would try anything you wanted cuz hes an angel but he personally likes fleshlights and dildos. I see him as pretty shy when it comes to ass play but gives it a try cuz you wanted it. Ends up liking it enough to ask you to fuck him when his hand doesn't work. Loves when you use a strapon cuz it makes him feel closer to you. Also one to enjoy fucking a fleshlight while you finger or use a toy on yourself. Whines and begs you to touch him or let him fill you up.

Seungmin

He would probably be hesitant to use toys at first but grows to like butt plugs and restraints. Im sorry but I can totally imagine him being a total sub in the way that he already has anal toys and likes to stretch himself out a lot. Likes to buy pretty ones to show you so you can call him pretty names as you fuck him. Becomes extra vocal when you take away his sight or his ability to move. Really sensitive and always cums fast when he's all tied up.

Jeongin

Shy baby would probably like to play with restraints and fleshlights. Really wanted to explore restraints after you held his hands above his head and smothered him with your tits while you grinded on his hard on. Loves when you use him like a toy while hes tied up and cant do anything, using him like your personal fucktoy. Gets so hard when you humiliate him by making him fuck a fleshlight in front of a mirror. Restraining him and making him buck his hips up into it makes him feel so useless and pathetic.

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learning a lesson ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

cw. non con, misogyny, violence, leon being a creep, kidnapping, baby trapping…

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Leon hates feminist bitches like you. Short hair, baggy clothes, annoyingly outspoken ect.. Whores like you just need to be dicked down. He can see it too, all teary and wet, he’d make you thank him for it, for setting you straight. And cause he’s such a good guy he decides to, it was so fucking easy, like you were expecting it or some shit. He bets you fantasized about it, dumb whores like you always want strong guys like him. He watches your chest heave rhythmically. He’d followed you from work, and well, no ones susceptible to a good ole chloroform soaked rag.

He’s had enough of waiting, he drags your unconscious body to his bed, taking little care in stripping you. fuck, he’d hoped you be shaved bare, but what did he actually expect? its fine…as his live in bitch you’ll have plenty of time to be…re-educated. dryer then fucking sandpaper..he observes with his hands holding apart each thigh. tch once your eyelids start fluttering, that grogginess turning into unabashed horror he has to pounce on you, pinning you down from trying to slaw his eyes out. “hey! hey get the fuck off me! get off!” oh he thinks youre so cute, thinking you have any fucking leverage here? naked on his bed about to get raped? he twitches, he knows you felt it, because you give him a look of disgust that makes his heart flutter. “be good and ill let you go” he whispers, putting painful pressure on your wrists, he smiles when he feels you relax, already assuming natural bottom bitch position, you look so pretty, teary eyed, quivering bottom lip.

“atta girl” he murmurs in the crook of your neck, kissing sweetly down to the middle of your tits, he grabs a handful from each side, tweaking your nipples, pinching meanly, he cant help it, he wants to see you fucking sob. sensitive little thing you are, a bit of kissing and some heavy petting and youre reduced to a little puddle under him. “getting wet for me baby? for your rapist? needed this bad huh? just some dick, right baby? , didnt ‘cha, dont worry, leons gonna take care of ya” he asks patronizingly fucking pervert “please dont, please, im begging, ill do anything—“ your pleas fall on deaf ears cause leons holding your thighs spread and shoving his fat cock in you, it hurts, the stretch, you think you’ll puke.

Desperation settles into your bones, squirming, and trying to kick your legs out, and push him away. he doesnt like that one bit, he slaps you across the face hard, so hard it leaves a red imprint of his hand. “listen here you fucking cunt, this pussy is the only thing you’ve got going for you, dont make me put a bullet in your stupid fucking head” he growls, and your blood runs cold, and when you sob your cunt tightens around him and he bits his lip. “mhm” he grunts settling himself back between your thighs, feeding your cunt his dick, painful inch after inch, he doesnt stop till hes balls deep, tossing his head back and groaning. he starts moving immediately, his balls rapping against your ass. “so tight baby, all for me right? sucha good girl, fuck, so wet baby you like it rough dont you huh? dirty girl, your secrets safe with me” he pants gleaming over you like hes not raping you, like this is a consummation, like its your honeymoon.

He hooks his hands under your thighs bringing them up behind your head. you’ve officially become bitched. he reaches impossibly deep “leon, leon!” you hiccup between sobs, hes so fucking deep you feel him in your throat, he knows it must be painful, but girls are made for this, you can take it, his good girl. “you can take it, made for this baby, made for taking my fat cock up your cute little cunt” he groans, his lips catching yours, slobbering over you like an over excited dog, spit drips down his chin.

You bite down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood “FUCK!” he curses, he cums so hard, eyes rolling back into his skull, toes curling and his balls twitching against your ass…who knew..what a masochist. “you fucking bitch” he grunts post nut clarity of emptying his balls, he punches you, his fist connecting against the side of your face so hard it makes you forget where you are. “mmph dont worry baby…you have plenty of time to learn how a good little girl should behave” he says, doing an almost comical personality change. “we’re gonna be together for a long time” he says carressing the sides of your stomach…right…he came in you..raw.

“gonna be the prettiest mama” he hums laying on your chest, smiling up at you with a disgusting grin. ♡

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut

[shankschewtoy]

Hi!I have been reading your fanfics and I find your writing beautiful.May I request for luffy and/or shanks that are fighting a really strong opponent with a teleportation df and when they were about to land the final punch,they teleported their s/o and took the punch and died?Feel free to ignore this if you dont want to write this,Bye!

a/n - oh- oh god. 😭 im gonna go buy more tissues now :’) idk why but I made Luffy’s extra sad ./. Also if any of you know this song I feel like it fits really well

Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader, spoilers for Luffy gear 4!

This opponent was strong enough to make an emperor of the sea like Shanks start to worry whether or not this battle would result in his victory, or the enemy’s. The red haired pirates knew what they were getting into, just how dangerous this battle would be. Even Shanks didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to put his friends’ lives in danger, especially not you. Your reassuring words convinced him otherwise, “Shanks, don’t worry about me or the others. We’ll be fine, are you doubting our strength?” You asked with a playful pout on your face. The rest of the crew wholeheartedly agreed. After all, the red haired pirates were one of the most feared crews on the sea, no one could take you guys down that easily.

Clashing of swords, and gunshots being exchanged, the entire battlefield was exhausting to even look at let alone fight on. Wounded pirates of both sides laying on the ground, blood smeared across the bottom of your shoes, the smell of gunpowder and steel clogging your nose. Being the reliable person you were, you tried to back up your crew as much as possible, tending to the wounded, making sure your friends were safe. Shanks knew that thanks to you, his friends would be safe, that alone made him love you even more. The way he could trust you with everything, how you would always be by his side.

His sword clashed with the captain of the other crew, attacks were exchanged endlessly. “Shanks… You think you can take us down that easily?! Not a chance!” The man said with an angered growl, sending Shanks flying backwards. The black lightning around the two was visible from miles away, the clash of the two kings almost wiped the others away. Shanks sliced the man’s entire hand off with his next charge forward, quickly striking him down to the ground, about to swing his blade into the man’s neck. “You can’t switch places now, it’s over!” Shanks yelled, his sword just by the pirate’s neck before he snapped his fingers. It was as if he couldn’t hear the man’s fingers snap, he kept swinging with all his might, blinded by wanting to end this fight. Right when Shanks blinked and opened his eyes, he was shocked, his breath shaking. No… Oh god no.

You were right in front of him now, his sword slicing your neck. He couldn’t stop himself in time, he couldn’t stop his sword before the deed was already done. His anger towards the pirate made him blindly swing his blade without even considering the fact that this could happen. Your eyes had nothing but fear in them, why were you scared of him? This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right! Shit, blood was already pooling from your wound, his blade continuing to slice through when he was screaming inside, begging himself to stop. His body didn’t obey.

It hurt him the most when he saw that fear in your eyes as you watched him hurt you. Shanks couldn’t breathe, his blade finished its course, your neck being sliced open by the end of it. He immediately threw his sword to the side, catching you before you could fall, his hand trying to stop the blood to no avail. The red pooled around his hand, dripping down his forearm. “Y/n- I’m so sorry.. I didn’t-“ He struggled to say, trying to get you to look at him. That look of fear was paralyzed onto your face, your body limp in his arms as you slowly bled out. A couple seconds had passed, and he felt your chest stop moving up and down. You had stopped breathing.

His pupils were trembling from the shock, the absolute disgust he felt in his hands. Your blood was on his hands. No, this wasn’t that pirate’s fault for switching places with you. No, this was his fault. Why couldn’t he stop himself? It was his anger that blinded his swing, he didn’t even stop to consider this outcome. He was a wreck, his mind breaking down, his arm shaking as he held your body close to him. He could still feel your warmth, but it was starting to fade. Tears couldn’t even fall, he felt like killing himself with his own blade. How could he even do this? How could he be the one to kill you? How could he continue after this? After seeing his own strength be the one to take away the person he loved most in this damned world?

He wanted to be able to embrace you once more, just one more time. ‘Was that so much to ask for?’ He asked himself. Why couldn’t he get to hold you close to him with your head resting against his broad chest? His arm wrapping around you as he ran his fingers through your soft hair? All of that was because of him, he took that away, this was his fault.

“Y/N HELP US!” Nami screamed, trying to run away from a rather- enormous enemy that was chasing her and Usopp. You couldn’t help but sigh a bit, those two always seemed to be chased by something scary like that. Another pirate group was fighting alongside the strawhats, the heart pirates. Trafalgar Law was busy transporting your friends as well as his out of danger, quite the caring pirate he was. “Trafalgar! Transport me up there, I’ll deal with ‘em!” You shouted to him, throwing a rock into the air towards the flying zoan users. Law scoffed at your “order” and transported you into the sky, watching you slam your fists into both of their faces, drop kicking them to the ground with a small smile on your face.

Luffy laughed at the way you grinned when you drop kicked the enemies to the ground, god you were the best. He went back to his own fight at hand, blowing air into his arm for his next attack. “Elephant gun!” He yelled, slamming his fist straight into the enemy’s stomach, sending them flying backwards. He wasted no time in letting them recover, jumping off the ground and into the air, about to slam his entire body into his downed enemy. The admiral dodged just in time, a cloud of dust enveloping the two, blocking Luffy’s vision. He was now relying solely on sensing the admiral’s presence, trying to use observation haki to better see his surroundings.

He put his hand to his mouth once more, blowing an insane amount of air. His body transformed, his arms clad in haki, red markings forming around his chest and back, his arms long like snakes. Clouds of smoke surrounded him, shadows of black around his intense gaze. He swung his arm backwards, his fists winding up for their attack like a music box. He then swung them forward with a yell, “King cobra!” His fists flew in front of him at a speed even he had trouble seeing. He pinpointed the marine’s position, this was it, the final blow. Underneath his yells of anger, there was a faint snapping noise, what was that?

You sighed with relief when you finished off one of the last marine captains, this was when you were transported into an area of smoke. In front of you was Luffy, in snakeman form, his fists flying towards you. You smiled at him, a feeling of relief washing over you at the sight of your lover. Then everything slowed. Why was his attack aimed at you? He wasn’t stopping, his fists weren’t stopping. Then a question hit you, who was it that transported you?.. If it wasn’t Law… then- oh no.

You didn’t have any time to even blink, let alone try to cover yourself in haki. Tears flowed down your cheeks, why did that bastard have to switch places with you? Your lover’s fist hit your face, the impact forcing your head to turn all the way around, snapping your neck in half. The blow was painful, yet such a quick death. Your cheek was smashed in the shape of his fist, your neck painfully twisted in such a horrific position. The dust started to clear, and that was when Luffy was able to see you on the ground. He didn’t yet know that it was his doing.

He rushed over to your side, holding you up, trying to get a response out of your limp body. “Hey- y/n! Who did this to you?! When did you get in front of me?!” He shouted, terrified at your lack of response. Your neck.. Your face.. Whoever did this to you would pay. It was then he heard the admiral’s familiar cackle in the distance. Luffy’s head whipped towards the sound, seeing the marine stand up, perfectly unharmed. “I switched places with your crewmate there. They were the only ones within my range. It wasn’t me who hurt them.. No. it was you, strawhat.” The marine said with a devilish smirk. Luffy silently gasped, his heart twisting inside. No, this guy was just trying to mess with him right? Yeah, this was just some joke to get him off his game!

Obviously he wouldn’t hurt you! Not on purpose.. He thought back, he felt a change in presence right before he struck. It had felt like you were right in front of him instead, and he strictly remembered his fist clashing with someone’s face. Oh god. He then realized that maybe this guy wasn’t lying after all. Did he.. Did he hurt you? He was the one that did this? “Y/n- c’mon! Answer me! Do you need food? Yeah this fight was pretty long and I’m hungry too- so let’s go eat together!” He said with a hopeful tone, holding you by the back of your head, running his thumbs over your smashed up cheek. The mark on your face was in the shape of a fist.. Out of curiosity, he tried to put his fist to your wound, and it was then that he put you to the ground, his hands shaking as he sat there on his knees. His fist perfectly fit into the mark on your face. The admiral wasn’t lying after all.

His body was violently shaking, his breaths uneven as he stared blankly at your corpse. He was the one who did that to you? He was the one that.. killed you? He saw the faded marks of tears down your cheeks, and then it hit him. Did you have to watch him kill you..? God. No. No. No no no no! He was screaming, wanting to rip his own heart out then and there. “You’re such a useless captain. You don’t even deserve that title. I’ve never even seen one that managed to kill their own crewmate.. You’re definitely a different type of evil, strawhat.” The admiral taunted with a chuckle. He was useless.

So utterly useless. He vowed to protect you and his friends with his life, not take them. Of all people… He took away your life with his own hands? He felt disgusted with his own body, how could he kill you like this? He didn’t protect you, he killed you. All those moments with you, the time he stole your entire plate of food and you chased him around the ship for an hour. When he dozed off on the figurehead of the thousand sunny, you were always there to catch him just before he fell into the water. Oh- and all those times where you race to see who could explore the entire island first! He saw them fade, he saw them burn by his hand. No.. He took away all those times with you that he cherished so much. His clenched his own heart, falling to the ground with absolute horror. It was his strength that killed you. It was his carelessness that killed you. It was his inability to be a true captain that killed you. This was all and utterly… His fault and his alone.

a/n - im sad now .-.

#one piece #one piece x reader #luffy one piece #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #monkey d. luffy #shanks x y/n #shanks x reader #akagami no shanks #shanks one piece #one piece angst

[luvnsith]

stevexfem

god i am so in love with him rn. anyway can i pretty please request? friend to lovers mayhaps. that one scene of steve and robin inside the comfort room during s3 but instead of robin it's steve and the reader? and it's the reader who confesses to steve. it's up to you if steve will confess to right there and then ORRRR wait until all the shit's over. THANK U SO MUCH

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a/n: HI LOVE, thanks for the req! honestly i had to go back and rewatch the scene for this so i hope i did something right 🧘‍♀️ sorry for any mistakes!

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: none, cussing if that counts

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steves strained laugh echoed throughout the tile covered room, making you smile to yourself where you sat on the floor in the stall adjacent to him.

“oh my god, im going to pretend you totally didn’t just ask me if my hair is real.” he snorted.

you shrugged, even if he couldn’t see you, “well how am i supposed to know, its been looking real wig like recently.” and suddenly again, his laughter filled the room like music, brightening the darkest corners and making the best out of a bad situation.

you leaned your head to the side to feel the coolness of the tile, hoping it would ease the pain you were currently in when steve spoke up again. “since youre interrogating me… its my turn.”

you giggled slightly, “okay harrington, ask away.”

“have you ever been in love?”

your heart stopped completely, the question catching you off guard and your skin suddenly far more clammy than before as you slowly turned your head to face the stall he was in, “love? you’re really asking me about that at a time like this?”

steve sighed and closed his eyes, “okay fine jesus, i thought that was gonna be like a heartfelt thing you know? i mean- fine whatever i’ll ask somet-”

“i have- uh i have been in love…” you spoke softly, cutting him off before he could continue rambling. “only once though.”

steve whistled lowly, “who’s the lucky guy eh? please don’t tell me that it’s the guy with the shitty mullet in radio shack!”

you broke out into a laugh that made steve’s heart race, his own face morphing into a grin.

“it’s not that shitty…”

“are you really lying to yourself right now?”

you laughed again, harder this time, “okay fine, it’s super shitty, it’s so uneven, honestly it’s kinda gross…”

“okay okay okay,” he sighed, leaning against the toilet, “enough about shitty mullet guy, who is it really?”

you pursed your lips and inhaled through your nose, praying this conversation would end sooner so you didn’t have to say anything at all. you tried to be as quiet as you could, hoping he would just drop it until you saw steve’s messy hair and bruised face poke out from underneath the stall.

you gave him a look of disgust, “what the hell are you doing?”

he grunted as he crawled underneath, trying to cram himself in the stall with you, “you stopped talking.. thought you died or some shit.. i dunno.” he pushed his hair out of his face and looked at you expectantly.

you rolled your eyes and focused on your worn out shoes before you spoke again, much quieter than all the times before, “you cannot laugh at me steve.”

he shook his head, his mass of messy hair swaying, “i swear.”

you gulped before continuing, “he has the kind of charm to make everyone in a room stare his way, girls of all sorts, you know popular girls… book worms… even me. honesty i didn’t think it would go past a silly school crush but then…,” you furrowed your brows and played nervously with the hem of your shorts, “it did… summer began and i started following his every move, watching these idiotic movies, listening to his sort of crappy music, watching him do his obnoxious hair for some girl he wouldn’t like in a week and doing these completely insane things like decoding russian messages just to be around him, because that’s who we are, we’re best friends.” when you looked up, steve was staring at you, not a single identifiable emotion on his face.

“he’s the kind of guy to love a girl completely and wholeheartedly. what’s worse is that he’s passionate about what he does, who he wants to be seen as. and he is a total klutz who works at an ice cream shop and is friends with this strange group of middle schoolers and far more stupid than any simple guy, because to me, he isn’t just a guy. he’s…he’s you …steve…it was you since day one, and it’ll be you until the day i die.” you whispered, breaking the eye contact and looking down at your lap.

the entire bathroom fell silent again, the very faint plop of water falling making you wish you could disappear into the wall, be completely absorbed until you were gone and steve was alone, because you couldn’t stand his silence and partly because you thought he could hear the loud thumping of your heart trying to beat out of your chest.

“say it.” he spoke quietly, his voice uneven.

you sighed, annoyance bubbling underneath your skin as you looked up at him.

“say you love me.” he shifted closer to you, your knee now touching his own, and neither of you moving away.

you rolled your eyes, anger seeping through your words, “why are you making me say this, it’s emb-”

“please.” he whispered, his eyes pleading, and suddenly it felt as though you could know every emotion he was feeling just by the way he was staring at you.

you inhaled shakily and spoke softly, “i love you.” and as soon as the words left your mouth, you could see steve visibly relax, the tension leaving his shoulders and all his worries seemingly floating away.

before you could say anything else he was leaning forward, his own hand lacing itself with yours and his lips finding your own. the kiss was soft, gentle, nothing forceful or crude, just a simple innocent kiss. it began to feel like more than a kiss to you, it was a confession, a signal, a sign that he felt the same way. and it made you light up inside like a christmas tree, every nerve going off, butterflies being let loose, and pure unfiltered happiness seeping into your veins, all because of steve.

he was the first to pull away, a light blush across his features, a smile etched onto his features as he rested his forehead against your own.

“i love you too.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things

[charleslee-valentine]

Butterfly Bleu

ship: LG x Stretch x Chop Top (Bobby Sawyer)

word count: ~3,900

warnings: Alcohol and drunkenness, briefly implied abusive family dynamics, very mild sexual content.

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Drink in hand, an arm around her waist, Stretch observed the crowd of bodies.

Chaos isn’t her thing, she’d much prefer spending tonight with her honey alone, but what the boss says goes, so they’re throwing their little publicity party, and she’ll pretend she isn’t irritated by it.

The alcohol is disgusting. She takes one sip and grimaces, looking around for something to focus on other than the taste damn near close to gasoline that lingers on her tongue.

One man manages to catch her eye.

Even with LG holding her close, she’s been looking for something more. Her heart just longs for a kind of love that can fit more than two people in it.

It’s something they’ve talked about, something he claims to be more than okay with in theory. Stretch knows his jealous little heart might take some time getting used to it. It’s sweet honestly, how defensive of their relationship he gets. Nobody ever cherished her like LG cherishes her. There’s reason to believe he’d tell her honestly if he didn’t think the whole multiple partner thing wouldn’t work.

So she doesn’t feel too guilty about getting caught up on the man across the room.

There’s something eye-catching about him, be that the waist length, inky black hair swiveling about, the rainbow tie-dye shirt straight out of the sixties, or the way he sways and jostles to the music. She likes his energy, likes his carefree nature, even if she can tell he’s had a few too many to drink.

Thing is, this is still a party for the station. A ploy to bring in all the employees and the sponsors and shit to this idiotic get together so they wouldn’t give up on the ridiculously long shifts. But this special man, well Stretch doesn’t recognize him at all. Looks like they’ve got themselves a party crasher.

After a while of just watching, she leans into LG a little more strongly, asking him, without ever looking away from her point of interest, “Who do you s’pose he is?”

An expression reminiscent of a pout, and a little shrug of his shoulders, is all the answer she needs, even before he follows it up with, “Hell if I know, darlin’.”

Huh. She must be being obvious then. It’s not like the hippie and her redneck have enough in common to say she has a type. Maybe LG even got his eye on the man too.

Stretch’s mind is made up in a heartbeat.

“I’m gonna go talk to ‘im.”

LG though, he holds on a little tighter, scowling his distaste, “You up to date on yer shots?”

Now, his mean and his teasing are two totally different animals. She’d know it if he really didn’t approve. His voice gets all deep and his face gets all red in that way that makes her stomach flutter. This is just part of his game, the son of a bitch.

She gives his shoulder a light smack, and scolds him, “LG!”

His hands raise up in self defense, “Just sayin’ honey. Boy don’t look like the mingling type.”

Mhm. Alright.

She lifts her chin up and defiantly declares, “Well I think he’s cute.”

The confirmation softens LG enough for him to uncoil his arm from around her and let her go off on her little adventure. He’d stay close behind, but the flirting isn’t really his thing, never was. Softy.

Stretch pulls away after one final press of her lips to his cheek, and marches her way on over.

“Hey there.”

The object of her affection whips to look at her, blinking his eyes fast, like he’s gotta focus back in on reality. A smile stretches across his face, slow and lazy-like. Yeah, he’s more than a little tipsy. Something she notices in his smile, is he’s got an overbite. Cute.

After a moment of just looking, he waves, shaking his fingers in a little rippling motion. His giant smile turns into a loose giggle. Lord, this boy is wasted. Probably explains why they ran out of beer bottles an hour or so ago and had to dig some out of stock.

So, it becomes less about asking his little ass to bed, and more about taking care of him.

First, niceties. “Haven’t seen you ‘round before. I’m Stretch.”

He nods for a long time, letting her nickname sink in. Or maybe just not realizing he’s supposed to say something for a moment. Eventually, he bursts out with, “I-I’m Bobby! M-My brothers call me Ch-Chop Top though.”

Doesn’t sound the most endearing. Stretch raises an eyebrow.

“Would it be rude of me to ask ya why?”

“Oh, i-it’s ‘cause of this. Lookie.”

Without waiting a second or even taking a breath, Bobby parts his hair, pulling back the long strands to reveal a crude looking scar. It spans across almost the entire side of his head, in a thick jagged line.

For some reason, Stretch’s instinct is to reach out and touch.

The more strange thing is, he lets her. Locks eyes with her and leans into the foreign touch like it isn’t weird at all.

Her fingers trace the mark, imagining the ghosts of pain, feeling the tugs in her heart for a stranger. Some kind of connection brought her over here, and dammit it’s keeping her rooted to the spot.

Soft is the only word for it when she asks him, “What happened there, honey?”

“‘Chete. I-I-I let my guard d-down.”

Seems about likely for a boy who let her touch a vulnerable place like that. Stretch doesn’t know what to say, other than that she kind of wishes she could’ve been there for him back then. Not the most appropriate sentiment to share right away.

Lucky for her, LG was snooping. He presses close behind her and asks, making assumptions from the nature of the wound.

“So, you a vet’ran then?”

Stretch puts her hand back on LG’s chest, but rolls her eyes at him, playful more than anything, “Don’t worry ‘bout LG. He likes mindin’ other folks' business.”

“Hey, I served two tours in ‘Nam myself.” LG isn’t really offended, but he could pass it off as being so. It’s cute how his voice gets all high when he gets defensive. For the sake of the one who doesn’t know this story already, LG addresses Bobby with a further introduction, “Chief warrant officer in the navy.”

Bobby looks like he’s thinking for a minute, like it takes effort to remember his own role in the war, which wouldn’t be too surprising since it’s been years, and a head injury could do that to ya, “A-Army staff s-sergeant. V-Corps trained.”

Stretch doesn’t know much about the military beyond what she needs to, the violence and the toxicity is even less her scene than some random party. Still, even she knows that that position outranks LGs unit.

LG himself raises his eyebrows up, impressed, and gives a flirtatious little salute.

Their beau seems to blush, though it’s hard to tell in the lighting of the dimly lit party, “Aw, g-gee.”

They can however be certain that he twirls his hair around his finger like a cartoon character on a first date, all flattered and shy now.

LG looks to Stretch and Stretch to LG. They’re both just a little bit in love.

Thoughts start to wander. Things like arms around little waists and kisses on pale skin. Both of them get a little lost in it.

Bobby interrupts the intensity with a simple question after leaning into their space, “H-Hey, what’s this-this p-party for anyhow?”

Stretch answers automatically to pretend she isn’t flustered from getting caught in such a mind space, “New record for listeners on our radio station.”

His eyes get all wide and shine with excitement, that leeches into his limbs as he bounces slightly, “Y-You’re th-that Stretch?”

So he’s a fan. Stretch smiles bright as LG, always a little bitter about nobody knowing his name from the radio, gives a little scoff.

She gives her man a little bit of a shove but keeps her attention on Bobby, “The one and only.”

That confirmation only seems to make him more excited. He taps his fingers together and widens his stance, rocking back and forth on his heels, “Me a-and my little brother, B-Bubba, we listen to ya a-all the-the time!”

“Then you know I’m not so interesting.” Stretch denies.

It’s not false modesty. Droning on about radio contests and fun facts about Texas isn’t exactly Stretch’s idea of enthralling. Trust in it that as soon as she can find a better gig than working shifts at the station with her honey, she’ll be leaving the head banging music far behind in her past.

“N-No way! I-I think you’re the-the cool-est!” Bobby insists right back.

Guy’s got some of the longest hair Stretch has ever scene, shades on in the dark, and did time in the service, and he thinks Stretch is cool? Mark her down as pleasantly surprised.

Enough of this introductory awkward flirting. Stretch takes his hands and brings him closer, right up to where she can finally see the color of those eyes behind the purple hue of the glasses. Pretty pale blues.

They tic and twitch and never focus on one thing. For just a moment, Stretch considers putting a little distance between them again. If there’s drugs in his system, she’s not interested. There’s a reason she doesn’t date the college dropout losers her own age.

But she can feel him tense up, feel the little jerks of his muscles spanned out over the next few moments, and feel him trying to force them away. She’d heard of a syndrome like that and her beau must have it.

In the face of feeling him try to pull away and hide it, the motions many have probably told him were shameful, she makes sure it’s known how she feels.

“It sure flatterin’ having someone like you say such nice things about me.”

It’s his turn to get a little bashful.

Bobby’s cheeks flush pink enough to put a rose bush to shame, highlighting the wine colored birthmark on his cheek and making it appear a striking red. Stretch really, really wants to kiss it. So she does.

When he turns his face away to hide his blushing, she presses her lips to his skin, real gentle, barely a ghosting over.

His lanky ass arms squeeze a little tighter, finally realizing just how close the two of them have gotten. Maybe because of that, or maybe to hide that he’s so damn flustered, he speaks up.

“Oh, you wanna d-dance, Miss Stretch?”

Good enough excuse for holding a handsome stranger in her arms and kissing on him. She exchanges holding his hands for wrapping her arms around him, even if she were one to let him lead, the height difference might have made it a little difficult. Low around his waist is more her speed.

“Sure thing, honey.”

The music isn’t good, it’s the signature shitty riffs they play on the station, but she’s not gonna lie and say it isn’t any good for grinding up against a cute boy. And, alright, maybe she’ll admit she’d had a few tonight even though the liquor was gross. Something nice about getting lost in the contact and the heat and the thumping of a bass guitar in time with two heartbeats.

Three really, they haven’t forgotten LG.

Stretch reaches behind herself for him and tugs him closer, a little flutter in her chest when he puts a hand on the small of both her back and Bobby’s, keeping them close together.

“H-Hope I-I’m not step-steppin’ on no toes, officer.”

There’s a glint in his eye to match his sharp smile. Something competitive and playful, but neither of them miss the little bit of hope there too.

LG, for his part, doesn’t admit to the underscores of jealousy in his heart that struck down past attempts at this before they even got this far. A little shrug is all he gives, “Don’t mind it none. Girl don’t belong to me, so...”

“That’s right, I don’t.” Stretch gives a satisfied hum and kiss to her man, the silent praise that he’s trying to get out of his comfort to get what he wants. Which is, “But me and LG don’t mind sharin’, do we honey?”

LG just shrugs again. So he’s still a little shy. That ain’t a crime.

Their Bobby isn’t shy though.

“Y’all’s s-swingers ‘en?”

Just coming right out with it.

Might not be the word they use, but it’s good enough for now. Stretch can’t help herself that she gives a giggle of a laugh, “Somethin’ like that. You interested, sugar?”

It’s not like they love ‘em and leave ‘em, this is meant as a lasting sort of arrangement. Still, gotta start somewhere, and he seems pretty into the idea.

“S-Sure! I-I could use me some-some action.”

Dork. Stretch snorts at him and holds his face in between her hands. Giddy on alcohol and mostly love, she decides to kiss him, on the mouth this time.

Bobby kisses like a starved man. Hell, the way he’s trying to jump her, he’d have probably knocked a tooth out if Stretch wasn’t in control. Just the tiniest tug on a few strands of his hair has him back off enough they both get a second to breathe without choking on any tongues.

In that moment, with their boy hunched over and hiding in her shoulder, LG comes on the other side and reminds in her ear, “Darlin’, this guy’s drunker’n a jaybird. He ain’t comin’ home with us tonight.”

As if she’s perfectly sober. Spiked punch ain’t the same as her usual drink or two on the weekends. Only sober enough to have her senses about her.

“I know it, LG. But I ain’t gonna leave him for any roamin’ paws and pricks in this place.” She gives her reasoning firmly.

LG narrows his gaze just a little, “Well, get a move on, girly.”

Ah. So he’s gettin’ riled up. She’ll hold him to that later. For now, she’ll agree it’s time to get the hell out of here.

Instead of reigniting the kiss, she poses her Bobby a question, “Sugar, how’d you get here tonight?”

It takes him a bit to remember. For once, while he’s wracking his brain, he seems totally calm, and it’s almost unsettling. Loose energy is his natural state much more than worrying.

Finally, he recalls, “I-I come alllll by my-myself. N-None of m-my brothers is even w-with me!”

No way he’s driving his little ass anywhere like this. Stretch gives him an offer, “LG and me, we could take you home, honey.”

Not even the vagueness could lure him in. Maybe he sensed they intended to put him to bed and get a good breakfast in him and the morning and wanted nothing to do with the domesticity. When he shakes his head no, Stretch almost gets disappointed.

Turns out, he has a different kind of domesticity at home. The nagging family kind.

“N-Nah. Old m-man won’t be happy. I-I’s jus’ g-gonna stay out for-forever.”

“Our place then? LG can sleep on the couch.” Stretch immediately counters, just teasing some to make him comfortable.

“Hey!”

LG’s pouting doesn’t last long.

“Th-Thought we was sh-sharin’?” Bobby accompanied his comment by slinging his arm around LG and leaning more into him.

A packed party isn’t the best place for it, but it’s nice seeing him follow through on half of the deal. Nicer when LG turns the soft red color of the checks on his shirt.

He only pretends to roll his eyes as he clumsily fishes his keys from his pocket with the weight of two tipsy lovers against him, “Oh, alright.”

Parting the crowd and getting to the door is the easy part. Stretch leads, the three of them forming a chain by locking hands. It wouldn’t be too strange to try to stick together through the mass of bodies. Nobody would know about them, so long as they got out now.

“C’mon then. But you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself, okay?”

Bobby’s a-stumbling, but he’s happy and giggly as ever, barking in response, “Yes, m-ma’am!”

Only, as soon as they get him inside LG’s convertible, he’s passed out. Like a goddamn lightswitch. Stretch finds a flannel overshirt in the boot and lays it over him. Seems like the right thing to do with the top down and all. And it’s just romantic.

All ideas of romance go out the window when Bobby woke up and hurled his guts down the side of the car. At least it was on the road and not when they’d been on the dance floor.

Stretch turned around and rubbed his bony back through it. The alcohol and the disorder in his body and the old head wound, it couldn’t be good for anybody. LG had grimaced about his Chevy taking the hit, but at least asked up on him after.

Guarded as he is, he’s right about having a soft little heart under it all.

LG even carries him inside once they get there, and does, in fact, give Bobby his usual spot on the bed. His defense is that it’s different now that he got sick. Sure, sure. Stretch won’t burst his bubble just yet.

She will wander into the kitchen to make herself some tea though. Ain’t no way she’s going to sleep with this much of a buzz. A warm cup of lemon and honey usually seems to help clear her system.

Nurturing the mug, perched on the arm of the ratty couch, she asks LG, “Think he’ll wanna stay?”

“We sure he’s got any place else to go?” LG leans back in a reclined position, arm slung up by Stretch, but she can see his gears turning. Sweet thing isn't as relaxed as he can look.

Stretch tries to be reassuring, “He said he had family. I trust him.”

Doesn’t do much. LG thought of something she hadn’t. “Still don’t mean he really does. Lots of boys like us come home found out their families wanted nothin’ to do with ‘em.”

She doesn’t really see what difference it makes.

“Well it’s up to him, then.”

“And you’re alright with whatever he decides?”

Uh-huh. Stretch isn’t buying this. She puts a hand on LGs chest and gives it a push, sinking him back into the cushions just a bit. “You seemed quite fine when he was complimentin’ you. Jealous.”

“I ain’t-“ She rolls her eyes before he finishes, but he starts over in stride. Arguing like it even matters, “Vanita, I ain’t jealous.”

If he insists.

Stretch wears a smug little smile, hand drifting to his thin curls so he won’t hold it against her, “Good. Bobby’s gonna stay LG. Long as he needs. So I suggest you quit your poutin’.”

It isn’t the arrangement he objects to. LG isn’t going to lie and suddenly pretend he wasn’t interested. It’s just her teasing that gets him all flushed and irritated. He’s going to object to it again, “I ain’t-“

But Stretch isn’t hearing it. “Hush.”

Instead of letting it sit, she leans down to him and gives him a soft kiss. Something to tide over his longing heart maybe. Or just to shut them both up before their cat and mouse game turns a little more into a predator's vicious chase. No fun in that.

“Oh, awright.” The kiss softened him up. A little kindling of a smile even starts to spread across his face. Along with an idea in his head, “I’m checkin’ on your guest.”

Stretch won’t even try to hide how happy that makes her. The little burst of pleasant energy she gets is expressed by a wiggle in her shoulders, and a scrunch of her nose from how hard she’s smiling.

“Go ‘head. Give him a kiss for me.” To accentuate, she blows LG a little smooch, over to where he’s starting to walk away.

Of course, he pretends to be grumpy and swat at it like a bug flying around his head. Once he’s alone again is another story though. Well, alone with the sleeping Bobby in their bed.

Even in his sleep, he has those little twitches and jerks. They’re more subtle, but the motion never stops, not fully.

His scar is probably partly responsible for that. Peace don’t come easy. Not for anyone that saw what he would’ve, let alone with his injury.

Like this, LG can see a few places where the marred flesh stands out, barely hidden by a few strands of hair. The sickness he feels isn’t disgust, but remorse. Sadness for how much this lone soldier had gone through. More than they’d ever know probably.

When he’s sobered up they can ask Bobby about his situation, but talking ain’t the same as living it. Even his own career ending injury- a bullet two inches away from his spinal cord -wasn’t nothing like that, just enough he needed some monitoring, but not the counseling.

Maybe if he got it worse, he’d be just as wayward, just as eager to lose himself in some sleazy affair.

A new spark of sympathy lights up in his heart.

It’s all a game normally, but this, this man in their bed, ain’t nothing but serious. Ain’t gonna play it off or hide it when he fixes the covers over the damned skinny thing, ghosting the faintest kiss over his temple on the same side as his scar.

Wither way couldn’t have hidden it from Vanita if he’d wanted to. She’d silently crept her way over to watch from the doorway.

Like he’s been caught, defeated even, LG offers a monotonous, “Hell. Guess we’re keeping ‘im.”

“Oh, I knew you couldn’t say no!” Stretch tries to keep her voice low to not disturb sleeping beauty, but it crackles and squeaks with excitement.

It’s worth seeing the way she lights up.

She bounces her little ass over to him, her bracelets and little silver earrings a-twinkling. Not one for hiding emotion, at least not here in private, she’s overloaded with enough of that cheer she can’t keep it all inside.

Burying her face in his chest so the sound is muffled enough to not wake Bobby, she downright squeals. Would be a waste not to wrap his arms around her.

LG sways with her a moment, til enough of the happy feelings fly off and leave her be. It’s then he decides to tumble with her into bed, clothes on and all, on the side that would usually be hers alone.

Turns out the three of them could share the bed after all, so long as someone squeezed in the middle. Stretch assumed that position tonight, knocking out almost as fast as their beau had once she finally hit the pillows.

That just leaves LG, watching over and deciding, that even if he was admittedly a little more difficult than usual about the choice, he wouldn’t take it back. Against all hell, they’re gonna fight to make it work this time.

#chop top sawyer #bobby sawyer #vanita brock #stretch tcm2 #lg mcpeters #chop top x stretch x lg #my writing #iron butterfly fic titles for them and nothing else

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Bittersweet (Chapter 4— Getting Closer) ||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, this chapter is actually really tame and extremely cute, this is more of a filler chapter, not proofread

Summary: The past has a funny way of making it back to the present

Word Count: 2.9k

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Saturday morning rolls around and you are beyond relieved. You don’t have to worry about any more awkward encounters with girls… or guys for that matter.

Your mom works all day Saturdays, so you’re often left to fend for yourself. It’s nice, having the whole house to yourself for the day, at least sometimes. Other times it can be lonely, especially hen she works a lot during the week.

Work is actually how your mom and Mingyu’s mother met. They quickly realized they had a lot in common, single moms working at a hospital with young kids and happened to be next door neighbors.

It was too perfect.

You climb out of bed, eyeing the clock on your nightstand that reads 12:02. Your mom has already gone to work, leaving you alone all day.

The sun shines brightly into your room. The rays of light illuminate through your curtains, causing you to wake up more. You decide to peak out the window, seeing what a beautiful day it is.

Oh hello.

The view outside isn’t the only beautiful sight that catches your attention. Mingyu is standing in his room shirtless. His hair is messy, curls hanging over his face. It’s clear he’s just woken up too.

He stretches his arms up, involuntarily flexing his muscles. Damn. He twists his back, cracking his neck and bones.

His head happens to turn in your direction as he does so and he makes direct eye contact with you. He flashes you a cocky smirk.

Busted.

He slips a t-shirt over his head before grabbing his phone and texting you.

‘hey stalker’

*im not stalking you*

‘there’s no shame in admitting it kid. you’re a little peeping tom’

*your ego is too big*

‘i finger you once and now you’re stalking me 😱 i love having this effect on women’

You drop your phone onto your bed out of pure shock. There's absolutely no way he just said that to you. Mingyu watches you through the window, clearly amused. He’s laughing at you, to which you respond with a glare.

*you’re disgusting*

‘yeah yeah whatever. is your mom home?’

*no. day shift*

‘mine too. i’m coming over.’

*what?*

delivered

Not even two minutes later your doorbell is being rung. You huff out, walking downstairs to open the door. Mingyu stands there with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“So there’s a party next Friday,” he walks inside, slipping off his shoes. “I want you to come with me.”

“A party?” you question, closing the door behind him.

He nods. “Yeah, my teammate Seungchol is hosting.”

“I don’t-“ you start.

He cuts you off. “It’s at Seungchol’s house at 8. I'm gonna have an uber pick me up at 8, you're coming with. We can leave whatever time you want as long as it's not before 10. Oh yeah, and wear something hot, Wonwoo’s gonna be there and I’m gonna make you talk to him.”

“I don’t even know if I can go,” you say.

“You can,” he says as he starts to head upstairs.

“It’s like a whole week away,” you respond, trailing behind him. “Besides I don’t know what I would wear.”

“You know you don’t have anything better to do on a Friday night,” he smirks. “And that’s why I’m here, I’ll find you an outfit.”

“You?” you question.

“No offense, but when it comes to social stuff like this I don’t really have much faith in you,” He walks into your room. “Besides I’m a guy, I’m extremely useful in this department.”

He begins rummaging through your closet like it’s his own. There's a pile forming on your bedroom floor, skirts, jackets, and all kinds of clothing articles are being flung all over the place. He’s truly having a hard time finding something for you to wear. All your clothes are so boring.

“Y/n this is pathetic,” he sighs.

“What?” you question. “I like how I dress.”

“I mean yeah it’s not bad for like a regular school day, but you can’t wear any of this shit to the party, You’re gonna get bullied… more.”

You push him playfully. “Mingyu that was so mean.”

He snorts. “I’m sorry, I saw an opportunity and I had to take it.”

You push him again. "Rude," you mumble before sitting down on your bed.

“It’s really a shame,” he plops down on your bed next to you. “You’ve got a nice body too.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles. “I think we should go shopping.”

“Like now?” you question.

“Yeah,” he sits up. “I’ll buy you an outfit to wear.”

“You’re really gonna do that for me?” you perk up.

“Yeah,” he smirks. “As long as I get to pick what you’re wearing.”

You hug him out of our excitement. His body is still, as he wasn’t expecting such a reaction out of you. He realizes he likes it, and melts right into your touch. His heart warms a little You’re excitedly chanting ‘thank yous’ to him, squeezing his body tightly.

“You’re welcome kid,” he chuckles.

"You know you have to clean this up though right?" you remind him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You should’ve never agreed to this. In hanging out with Mingyu lately, it seems to have slipped your mind just how much of a horny dude he is.

Every top he’s picked out for you to wear had like… no fabric. You were never really big on crop tops, but the clothes Mingyu suggested couldn't even be classified as crop tops. They weren't anything ugly, it simply wasn’t you.

“That one’s so hot though!” Mingyu groans.

“Yeah because my boobs are like spilling out of it! I’m not wearing this Mingyu,” you head back toward the curtain.

“You’re so difficult,” he pouts. “You have to trust me! You don’t own a single shirt that goes above your bellybutton, you shouldn’t be making any fashion decisions right now.”

You flip him off silently as you disappear behind the curtain. “You’re so sassy.”

“I heard that!” he calls.

You giggle to yourself. There’s one more shirt in the dressing room, a black corset top. You hold it up to your body, scoping out how it would look on. You put it on, continuing to admire yourself in the mirror.

Okay maybe Mingyu isn’t always wrong.

It’s not too revealing, it fits nice, you look good. It’s not something you would really wear, but it works. It suits you better than you thought you would.

You walk out of the dressing room and Mingyu’s gaze quickly falls onto you. “How about this one?” you ask.

A smile tugs at his lips, “Cute, I like it.”

Mingyu thinks you look pretty. He can tell you like the top too, you’re radiating more confidence than usual. It makes him happy, seeing you so comfortable and confident in yourself. Not to mention, he has great taste.

You’re acting more like your old self,when you two were younger. After you and Mingyu drifted, your self esteem went down and you isolated yourself. He wasn’t there to watch it happen, but he can see the changes over the years from when you two were close.

He likes being able to see this side of you.

“I like it too,” you admit.

He flashes you a smile. “I know, you just need some jeans to wear it with. Find something low waisted.”

“Low waisted? Mingyu you’re such a girl,” you giggle.

He scoffs. “Shut up.”

“What kind of guy knows that?” you continue giggling to yourself.

“I’ve just been with enough girls to know how you all talk,” he frowns. “Don’t tease me, I’m still paying for all of this.”

You send him a sweet smile and mouth the words ‘thank you’ to him before going back into the changing room. He mouths a ‘you’re welcome’ back.

You successfully find a pair of jeans not long after and Mingyu graciously purchases everything for you. After he pays for everything, you two head to the food court. You eat in silence, but it’s not awkward. It’s more of a comfortable quiet.

“Oh shit,” Mingyu mumbles with his mouth full of food.

“What?” you cock an eyebrow.

“Wonwoo just texted me about you,” Mingyu chews.

He what?

“You’re lying,” you reach for his phone across the table.

He jerks back, holding his phone close to his chest. “No I’m not! I’m being so serious.”

“Let me see,” you lean over the table.

He smacks your arms lightly, continuing to hold his phone close to his chest. “Let me finish reading it first!”

You huff out, sitting back down in your seat. Your heart is beating so fast. What did he say? Did you completely embarrass yourself with him yesterday? What if he thinks you’re annoying?

•your neighbor, the one from yesterday, is she a junior?•

‘yeah, why?’

•she’s cute•

“He thinks your cute,” Mingyu smirks.

Your eyes widen and brighten. There’s no way. You reach for his phone again, to which this time Mingyu hands to you. You snatch it out of his hands, reading through the messages.

He really wasn’t lying.

Mingyu hasn’t seen you this excited in a very long time. The last time he’s seen you this excited, it has to have been over something like going to the fair or playing a silly game with him.

Your eyes are so bright. You’re reading the messages on his phone and he swears he sees your eyes actually sparkle. You can’t sit still and you’re squealing like a little girl. Wonwoo’s right, you’re cute.

He reaches his hand out, taking back his phone. You push your food aside, leaning back over the table. “What are you gonna say to him?”

“Not telling you,” Mingyu smirks as he typed on his phone.

‘you want her number ??’

•nah i’d rather do it myself. besdies, i was just wondering•

‘ight’

•she doesn’t have a bf tho right? the hickies lowk threw me off •

‘nah those were from me, she’s not my girl tho. it was a one time thing, we decided we’re better as friends fr’

•was she any good ?•

‘😇🤐’

•you fucker•

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Mingyu places his phone done on the table with a sly smirk. You’re looking at him, eyes pleading for answers.

“What did he say?” you ask.

He chuckles. “I’ve never seen you act like this before. I got it covered, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

You trust Mingyu, however it’s going to eat you from the inside out if you don’t find out what Wonwoo is saying about you. ‘I got it covered’ isn’t nearly enough reassurance for you.

“But-“

“Nope,” he pats your head. “Just trust me on this one kid.”

You pout, leaning back into the chair.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It’s almost 4 and you’re back at Mingyu’s house. You’re both lying on your backs, looking up at the ceiling as you rest on his bed.

You’re reminiscing about the past, relieving old memories that you two share. You’re both smiling and laughing as the memories come back to you.

Everything with him feels so… natural. Like you’ve picked up exactly where you left off. You don’t have any resentment toward him and your drift. You’ve always been understanding. People grow and people change, and that’s simply how is happened with you and Mingyu.

Besdies, he’s here now. He agreed to your proposition rather quickly, and to your surprise. With spring approaching and Mingyu already being a senior, you know there’s not much time before he’s off to University.

“I think my mom has some CDs of us somewhere downstairs,” he says.

“Really?” you perk up. “Can we watch them?”

Mingyu nods before climbing off the bed and heading downstairs. It takes a few minutes, but he returns with a CD pack. You sit up on his bed excitedly, sliding down so you're on the floor facing his tv with the bed against your back.

He inserts the CD, plopping down on the floor next to you. He grabs the remote hitting the 'play' button. The camera screen starts off black, eventually turning into pixels with faded colors. You recognize the setting almost immediately, it's your house. The date is in the corner of the screen 7.12.02. You can hear a voice from behind the camera, you know it’s Mingyu’s mom.

“Is it on?” she asks. She bangs the camera on her hand a few times before you hear your mother. The camera shakes more as your mom snatches it out of her hands.

“Yes it’s on!” Your mom shouts. “You’re gonna break it if you keep doing that.”

You can’t help the smile that’s tugging at your lips. You glance at Mingyu, seeing the genuine smile he has plastered on his face.

The camera is still at an angle, facing the ground. There's flower petals scattered across the ground. There's more movement before the camera pans up and finds focus. A five year old Mingyu is leaning against the wall eagerly. He's all dressed up in his little black suit. He purses his lips, eyes beaming with excitment.

"Are you excited?" Your mother asks from behind the camera. Mingyu shakes his head immediately. She lets out a small laugh from behind the camera.

Your mother suddenly gasps dramatically, swiftly turning the camera around. Mingyu's mom starts humming 'here comes to bride' and it hits the two of you at the same time.

"Oh my god," you and Mingyu sigh in unison.

There you are, walking along the trail of flowers with the absolute biggest frown on your face. You look less than happy to be here, holding another bouquet of fake flowers. You walk over to Mingyu, leaning next to him against the wall.

He's got the cutest little lovesick grin on his face as he stares at you. One you don't reciprocate.

"Hold her hand Mingyu," his mother tells him.

He reaches out to you nervously, and you bite him. He jerks his hand back and yelps. "Ouch!"

"Yah!" your mom scolds. "Hold his hand Y/n! Don't do that!"

You let out a 'hmph' and stomp your foot before holding his hand. "See, wasn't so hard now was it?"

You glare at the camera. "No momma! I don't wanna marry Migyu."

"Why not? He wants to marry you, right Gyu?" The camera shifts to him. He nods again with a goofy grin. She pans the camera back to you.

"Because I don't wanna!" you pout.

Poor Mingyu is on the verge of tears as you throw a mini tantrum over the idea of marrying him.

"But you love Mingyu right?" your mom asks.

You glance over at the teary-eyed boy and nod. "He's my best friend."

"If you love him, why can't you marry him?" she questions.

You don't say anything, simply staring the boy down. His lip is trembling as he holds back tears. You silently walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his larger frame.

"I'm sorry," you say to him.

Both of your moms 'aw' in unison from behind the camera. There's a sudden crinkling as Mingyu's mom holds out two ring pops.

"Give her the ring Mingyu," Ms.Kim says.

He grabs them excitedly, unwrapping them quickly. Like a true gentleman, he slides one onto your finger first before putting one onto his own.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," your mother giggles.

You hug him again, squealing happily as you squeeze his body. You place a big kiss on his cheek, which causes Mingyu to turn a bright red. There's laughter from the adults before the video ends.

Mingyu looks over at you with a smirk. "Don't remember you being such a bitch,"

You fake a dramatic gasp. "Don't remember you being such a crybaby either."

He frowns at you, "I think anyone would cry if they're about to be left at the altar."

"Touché," you smile. "Just means you're totally in love with me

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You've completely lost track of time. It's not until Ms.Kim comes home that you realize you've spent the entire day with Mingyu.

You're both laying on his bed again, snacking and talking. He's in the middle of telling you a funny story about one of his teammates when she walks in. She does a double take, realizing that it is actually you on Mingyu's bed and not some random girl.

"Y/n!" she embraces you in a tight hug.

You chuckle, hugging her back. "Hi momma Kim,"

"This is such a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?" she asks enthusiastically.

You give a quick glance back at Mingyu. "Just keeping your son company since you and my mom were on day shift."

You stifle back a laugh as he side-eyes you. "I'm the one keeping her company."

"No!" you object. "You're the one who invited me over."

"You were the one stalking me all morning," He argues.

Ms.Kim watches you with a cheeky grin. "You guys never change.

You both shoot your heads in her direction skeptically. "It's been years since I've seen the two of you like this, neither of you have changed the slightest bit. I'm gonna invite your mother over and we'll order takeout!"

Neither of you have time to object before she's already out of the room and dialing your mom's number.

Less than an hour later, all four of you are seated in the living room, facing the tv and eating straight out of the takeout boxes. The adults sit on the couch and you and Mingyu are seated on the floor in front of them. It's a truly nostalgic scene.

However, you and Mingyu are too caught up in your own conversation, you remain oblivious to the nudges and giggles your parents share as they watch you. _______________________________________________

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I say moaning as Chris is making me so good his hand travels up to my throat and squeezing it a little. I’ve never felt so good in my life other than getting railed by my boyfriend. “You’re gonna hold it until I say you can let it out on my dick” Chris says groaning. “I ca-can’t I’m gonna cum daddy” I say in pain from holding it. “Fucking hold it you slut” Chris says in my ear. “Ah,fuck I’m so close” he says “you can let it o-,Oh fuuuuck” Chris says as he cums inside me eyes rolling in the back of his head. “Can I cum now daddy?” I say shyly, as I said this Chris starts pounding into me at this point he doesn’t care if he’s sensitive or not. He just wants to make me cum all over his dick, “ugh,fuck shit oh my god” I’m moaning as I cum all over his dick as he sends me down from my high. “Ride my face you slut” Chris says as he goes to lay on his back, I put my left leg over and straddle his face and lower myself on him. “I want you to suffocate me and let me eat you out until you shake” Chris says beneath me “okay daddy” I say. I bury him with my pussy and he eats me out as he closes his eyes gripping onto my thighs. “Ah fuck” I say looking at him do the work. “Chris it’s t-to sensitive” I whine in pain but in a good way, “I don’t care put up with it slut” Chris says licking his lips. “I’m close I’m - ughhhh” I moan loudly covering my mouth as my legs are shaking, my eyes rolling back. “Ride me now and be warned you gonna be pounded in so fucking hard” Chris warns me. “No I can’t it’s too sensitive” I say looking at him, “no do it you dirty little slut” Chris says pulling me into him.

“Be aware because I’m gonna go really rough” Chris says as he pushes me into him. Without warning he’s going so fast I couldn’t even keep my eyes open my mouth was just hung open as he’s biting his lip and his mouth agape, eyes rolling back as he moans really loud that Nick and Matt could hear. “UGH FUUUUUUCK” Chris says loudly moaning. I’m so tired I just collapse on him to catch my breath. Chris pulls out of me and gets up to get a wet towel from the bathroom to clean us up. “You did so good but was I too rough?” he asked worried. “No not at all, I like it when your rough Chris” I say smiling. “Good” Chris looks at me smiling. When we’re clean, we get into our clothes and go upstairs to see Nick and Matt there watching a movie. “Hey guys” I say while waving at them and Chris follows. “Ugh omg Chris fuck” “go faster” Nick and Matt mock me. “You guys are disgusting” Nick says and Matt nods in agreement. “Bet you wish you had a girlfriend now guys cuz that was the best time of my life” Chris says looking at both of them. “Well no cuz I’m gay” Nick says chucking. “I don’t want a girlfriend, I’m happy single” Matt says smiling. I look at Chris embarrassed as I feel my cheeks go red. HIS BROTHERS HEARD US.🙊

This literally took me all day istg if this flops im gonna cry😭💀

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