#why do i talk so much. where is my off button. stopping now

[lyxandria]

patience breeds success - dr. ratio x f!reader

cw: nsfw- mdni; smut; piv; multiple orgasms; missionary; mating press; prone bone; edging; overstimulation; size kink; begging; breeding kink; creampie; no protection used; dubcon; talk of pregnancy; praise kink (reader referred to as "good girl"); female-bodied reader.

are you challenging me? he asks, his hips stopping mid-thrust.

yes, you reply breathless, annoyed he has stopped fucking you. dragging your hands down his muscular back, you dig your nails into the soft flesh of his backside. pushing his cock deeper in your pussy as you press your hips up to meet his.

are you aware who you are talking to? he scoffs at you as his tall body looms over yours. your body caged under his, his eyes narrow to slits as he stares at you with the ferocity of one of the great felines. 

of course i do. your pussy clenches, squeezing his shaft until he lets out a soft and delicious groan. you're dr. veritas ratio. a genius more intelligent than anyone else. a man who can do anything and everything he sets his mind to.

that's right, he chokes out with pride as you squeeze his cock again. 

and that's why I want you to fuck a baby inside me. you look up at him, your smile wicked. tempting. he wants to wipe that smug smile off your face.

and destroy you.

are you up for the challenge?

he dips his head low to meet yours. foreheads touching, his breath like fire on your lips, he lifts his hand and ghosts your cheek with his fingertips. you press your face into his touch, the gesture soft and tender.

he quickly covers your mouth with his as he moves his hand to your hip, his fingers digging into your precious skin, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

i hope you know what you're asking for, he whispers between kisses. he pulls away as he withdraws his cock until only the tip remained inside you. he waits a moment, enjoying the soft look on your face, knowing it's the last time he will see it until he is done breeding you.

without warning, he slams his hips against yours, his balls smacking your ass, the air in your lungs pushed out as he buries himself deep inside your walls.

you best be prepared for what you asked for. his thrusts are merciless as he drills your pussy with his cock, his tip reaching deeper and deeper with each rough stroke.

his hand finds yours. his fngers interlacing with yours, he brings your joined hands to your belly. he presses your palm against your skin just a few inches below your belly button. do you feel me? is this deep enough, you think? 

you look down at your where your palm is, the outline of tip of his cock pushing up on your skin. your breath hitches, having never seen anything more sexy, you're afraid you’ll come right there and then.

as if reading your mind, he slows his strokes, denying you your release. Please, you beg. it feels so good.

not yet, he coos in your ear. i have a job to do tonight, and i've never failed in performing any task. you whimper and whine, your body thrashing against the sheets, seeking some form of relief from this crual frustration.

he slows his thrusts so much, your pussy is simply warming his cock. his gaze meets you, frustration, too, written all over his handsome features – clearly not the only one who is hungry and needy for more.

closing your eyes, you try to relax your body; he might have the upper hand now, but you have no intention of giving in and begging.

he takes advantage of your diminished senses and utilizes that precise moment to resume pounding your pussy.

biting on his shoulder, your body is wracked with pleasure as he ravishes you. veritas truly is the best at all he does – he is a skilled lover, knowing exactly where your sweet spot is. the one that when he hits just right, you scream out the most lewd and obscene noises as your pussy clamps down on his cock.

make as much noise as you like, he encourages as he continues to impale your sweet spot with his cock. your sounds are like sweet music to my ears.

unsure you could take anymore, you succumb to his cruelty, his hard thrusts getting rougher as he fucks you harder. 

that's it, he praises, you’re taking me so good. your pussy feels so good, so tight, he grunts as he slams his hips into yours the pleasure building inside you until it is overwhelming.

come for me. cream on my cock, he urges as he buries his cock deep inside you, your walls tightening and spasming as you cum all over his cock.

you are still riding the waves of ecstasy as he begins to rock his body against yours. he laughs when he notices a look of confusion on your face as you realize his cock is still buried inside you.

he starts to rail your blissed out body. unable to move much, your pussy becomes a glorified fleshlight for veritas to fuck as he sees fit. his pace increases, his shaft sliding deeper and deeper inside your tight walls. 

he slows his strokes, guiding one of your ankles over his shoulder. you're certain of this? his voice is gentle, all traces of his earlier audacity now gone. 

your eyes meet him and you nod. he gazes back at you intently, needing to hear the words you said to him earlier again.

i want you to breed me, you sighed, so desperate to be filled with his seed. i want you to fuck a baby into me tonight.

veritas smiles at you, eager to complete his task.

it would be my pleasure, he whispers. guiding your other ankle over his shoulder, your legs spread wide open, pussy exposed. he withdraws his cock fully, then rubs his cock along your slit.

please, you beg, desperate and needy. i need you to fill me up with your cum.

as you wish.

with your thighs spread, he slams into you, his cock easily sliding in with one hard thrust. his name is but a moan on your lips, your breasts bouncing vigorously with each rough stroke from his cock.

take it, he grunts as he pounds you, the pleasure building in both your bodies.

i can't wait, you whine loudly, needing your second release.

not yet, just a little longer. he snaps his hips against yours, his balls slapping your ass on each stroke. i know you can take me deeper. he presses his palm against your belly. almost there, he coaxed, his cock already so deep he is rearranging your insides. 

you're almost there, he praises you. just think of how beautiful you will look when your body swollen with my child.

titling your head back, you cry out as your orgasm rips through your body, your pussy creaming on his cock for a second time this evening.

only after you reach your peak does he increase his pace, his cock throbbing as his tip seeks your womb. with a loud grunt, he rams his cock inside you and fills you with his seed, painting your walls white.

your walls squeeze his shaft, milking him of every last drop, not wanting to waste any of his seed.

that was amazing, you whisper, your combined juices mixing and already flowing down your leg. despite his cock softening, he was still buried inside you.

the night is young, he says with a wicked grin. he pulls out, his cock semi-erect and rolls you onto your belly. wrapping a hand around his thick shaft, and it only takes a few hard tugs before he is hard again

climbing atop your prone body, he lines his cock to your entrance and begins to push inside.

no! you begin to protest, your body screaming in pain as he slowly thrusts inside you. it hurts. so big, can't fit all of you. your words are an incomprehensible mess as he continues to slide his length into your sore and abused hole.

he presses gentle kisses upon your cheek. shhh… he soothes. it's okay. i know you can take it all and make me fit inside your tight pussy. tears roll down your cheeks as he ignores your tears and continues to pound deeper inside your pussy. don't forget, you're the one who asked for this. you asked me – no, begged me – to fuck a baby inside you.

with one rough thrust, he buries his cock inside you, your body ripping in half as his cock is swallowed in your folds. 

ahhh… it hurts! you scream out as he pushes your thighs closer to your torso, bending and breaking your body in half.

he looks down and admires the sight below – his thick cock plunged deep in your tight pussy, your combined arousal leaving a ring of white around where your bodies are joined.

he kisses the rim of your ear, his kisses hot and biting, like the words whispered in your ear.

take a rest if you like. allow your body to pass out, if you can. you'll certainly need it; we will be at this until the sun comes up, my dear.

#Honkai star rail x Reader #Honkai star rail x Reader smut #Hsr x Reader smut #Hsr x Reader #Honkair star rail x f!Reader #Hsr x f!Reader #Honkair star rail x f!reader smut #Hsr x f!reader smut #F!reader #hsr dr ratio #hsr dr ratio x reader #Honkair star rail Dr ratio #Honkai star rail Dr ratio x Reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail #dr ratio #veritas ratio

[theemporium]

Hmmm maybe sugar daddy lando paying off your school tuition, but you don’t know about it because you’re told it was a scholarship or anonymous donation or whatever. And then eventually you find out it was him?💰🧡

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Hey, baby—”

“Do not ‘hey, baby’ me right now.”

Lando raised his brows in surprise at the tone of your voice, his arms instantly dropping to his sides when he realised that a hug was unlikely to happen. Instead, he just gave you a slightly nervous smile, his brain racking to try and figure out what he could have done to piss you off when you were fine this morning after leaving his place to head off to university. 

You stared at him, looking expectant. “So? Are you gonna say anything?”

Lando blinked. “Uh, you’re back early. I thought your lectures finished at five—”

“Stop trying to be cute and answer the question,” you snapped, standing in front of the couch where he was sitting. Your hands were perched on your hips, your nose scrunched up and your lips in an angry pout—and honestly, he just thought you looked adorable. 

“Baby, I don’t mean to be funny, but I really don’t know what I did,” Lando admitted with a soft sigh. “Was it the shoes? I swore I sent them to your place and not your university but I might’ve mixed it up with the flowers—”

“Lando,” you interrupted, your face crumbling into one of betrayal and it instantly made his spine straighten. “You paid off my tuition.”

“Oh,” was the only word to leave his lips before he relaxed, a casual smile on his lips. “Yeah, I did. Why? What about it?”

You pressed your lips together. “You can’t do that.”

He frowned. “Why not?” 

“I—” you waved your hand as if that was meant to help you get your words out. “That’s too much, Lando. It’s too expensive.”

“I can afford it,” Lando said with a shrug.

“I know that but…that doesn’t mean you should pay it,” you said exasperatedly, something in the pit of your stomach twisting in discomfort.

“Baby, what is this really about?” Lando sighed as he extended his hand to you. He saw the small moment of hesitance in your face before you gave in, sighing as you took his hand and allowed him to pull you into his lap. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t pay you back,” you murmured shyly.

His lips twitched in amusement. “You don’t have to.”

“But—” you started before sighing. Your hands rested on his stomach, your fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “It’s a lot of money.” 

“And you’re my girl,” Lando answered with ease as he gently took your face in his hand. “You’re my girl. My smart girl. And you’re already doing so much, working hard and studying harder. The least I can do is pay for my girl to be a genius, hm?”

Your cheeks burned with his words. “Lando—”

“Nuh uh, I wanna hear you say it,” Lando said, grinning a little as he squished your cheeks together. “C’mon.”

“I’m your smart girl,” you murmured, slightly embarrassed but Lando only smiled wider.

“Yes, you are,” he nodded before leaning to peck your lips. “And you deserve to be taken care of. It’s the least I can do.”

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#cece's slumblurb party #lando norris #formula one #f1 #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fic #lando norris one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

[satorusugurugurl]

Currently thinking about switch reader and switch toru, where reader would be riding him while he’s a crying whining mess, maybe even tying his hands up, but as soon as she gets off of him he’s ripped the binds on his wrists and is flipping her over to give her the same treatment

-🍭

Silk

Characters: Gojo Satoru, FAB!Reader

Warnings: Bindage, silk ropes, choking, smut dirty talk, switch!gojo, switch!reader

Word Count: 1,119

A/N: F-Feral, submissive, whinning Gojo is one of my favorite Gojo’s!! 🫣

Gojo Satoru was the strongest. It was something everyone said, including himself. Yes, your boyfriend was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Which meant he got sent on missions a lot, which you didn't mind. He always came back home to you, cocky and ready for a sweet treat as a prize for himself.

What people didn't know was that when Gojo came back from a long or tedious mission, he needed you. Satoru needed you in a way that he never, ever let other people even know about. Because what would that into his reputation? What would happen if people knew Gojo Satoru wasn't always the strongest in bed?

Sure, Gojo loved fucking you into the mattress. But days after two week-long missions, he wanted to sit back and let you take the reins. He was beginning to regret his choice to let you do what you wanted now.

“A-Ah, holy fuck!” Gojo’s eyes flooded with tears, his blue eyes watching his cock disappear into your pussy as he slowly, and he fucking meant, slowly bounced up and down on him. “Y/N babe, please!” He cried out, choking on a sob as you clamped down on his oversensitive cock. “P-Please, move faster!”

“I'm sorry; I thought you told me to enjoy myself, Toru.”

“I-I did! But I-I need more.”

You stopped moving altogether, sitting on his lap, cockwarming his throbbing cock. He whined in protest, struggling against the blue rope binding his wrists together. There was something about seeing him like this. Gojo was so needy and desperate that it had your pussy twitching with need. Feral horny Satoru was fun, but this submissive Satoru hit a different kind of button inside of you.

His hips weakly tried rocking up into you, but you hummed, slowly pulling up off him until he was an inch from popping out. “N-No, wait, what are you doing?! Please, please don't!” With a sneer, you slammed yourself back down onto his length, taking all of him in one go. “HAA!” Blue iris’ were the size of pin pricks as you repeated the same pattern, over and over, until he was choking on moans.

“Look at you~ such a good boy, Satoru~” Your boyfriend's chest heaved, eyes shut tight as you leaned forward, your fingers wrapping around his neck. “Are you my good boy~?”

Satoru bucked his hips cock throbbing as he shook his head. “I-I’m not a fucking sub.” A sadistic smile crossed over your face as he bounced faster, moaning as you felt the coil in your tummy tightening.

“Ooh~? Is that why you're blushing like a whore~? Do you want me to stop?” he shakes his head, “I asked you a question.” Fingers tightened around his throat, and you savored the way he cried out. “So answer it; are you a good boy?”

The way you spoke the degrading tone, made everything feel better. It was like he was in his domain, and everything was much more intense. His balls clenched, and a strangled cry overcame him as the first waves of his orgasm rolled over him.

His hands fought against the silk ribbon you so cruelly bound him with. “I-I’m a good boy! I'm a good boy!” Crying out, Satoru threw his head back, cumming inside of your pussy as you bounced harder, faster before slamming down on him completely, cumming with him.

Heavy breathing flooded the room as your heart rate began to slow. Only when you were positive you weren't going to pass out from pure orgasmic bliss your gaze fell on your boyfriend's face. Satoru’s bangs hung over his eyes; his ivory-perfect skin flushed red.

He looked so fucked out of his, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. His chest was moving rapidly; his stomach muscles clenched underneath you. God, he looked so delicious like this, but at the same time, he seemed out of it. A little too out of it.

“Satoru?” He didn't respond. “I'll go get you some water.” Inching yourself off Satoru’s semi-hard cock, you gasped as the tip popped out. With jelly legs, you got off him, standing up slowly. “Baby, I'll be rig-” Looking over your shoulder, you came face to face with stunning blue eyes. “T-Toru?”

In one swift movement, Satoru yanked his wrists apart, ripping the blue silk bindings. Large hands gripped your hips, throwing you down on the mattress. The fluidity of his actions left you breathless, his hips pressing against yours. His hard cock throbbed before plunging inside of you.

“Nnngh! Fuck!” Satoru growled, hearing your cries of pleasure. One hand gripped your hip so hard you knew you'd have bruises later. “T-Toru!”

“You thought it was cute tying me up like that?” His voice was dark, lips on your neck, breathless words tickling your ear. “Oh, you got nothing to say now?” he thrust deeper, his cock hitting your cervix head-on. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” His free hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them against the mattress. “Not so funny now that you're in my position, is it?”

You couldn't find the words to respond other than ‘fuck’. Satoru was fucking your brains out. Literally rendering your use of human language useless. All you were capable of doing was crying out his name as his cock slammed against your g-spot and your cervix with each thrust.

“Ah! Mnnngh T-Toru!” He chuckled, the hand in his hips moving, rubbing your clit in circles, his other hand squeezing around your wrists tightened, making your eyes roll back.

“Who's my good girl?”

“Haah, ah~!”

“Answer the question Y/N! Who's my good girl?!”

“M-Me! I am!”

Satoru took your earlobe between his teeth, picking up the pace of his sensual movements. “Then be a good girl and cum on my fat cock!” His eyes shut tight as you obeyed him, jerking and screaming, your orgasm bringing him over the edge of his second one. “That’s right, good girl~ good fucking girl~!”

The warmth from your lingering orgasm and Satoru’s body laid over you. Satoru’s bare chest hummed with a satisfied groan before trailing kisses up your neck all the way to your lips. The kiss was soft and full of adoration, his strong hands cupping your face. Before he collapsed next to you, his arms dropped over you, pulling you close.

“Next time, you'll be the one tied up.” He whispered over the back of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squirmed. “And baby, that's a fucking promise I intend to keep.”

#jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk reader smut #jjk y/n #jjk #jjk reader insert #jjk gojo smut #jjk men #jjk gojo x reader #reader jjk #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #gojo imagine #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #reader x satoru #gojou satoru x y/n #satoru x reader #jujutsu satoru #jjk satoru #satoru smut

[lullalbee]

✰ Shared Thoughts ✰

A Francis Mosses x GN!reader, chapter 1

Warnings: Gets steamy but no smut, no pronouns for reader but afab anatomy is used, francis calls reader ‘darling’, he also pleads for like one sentence ik you guys like that, not proofread <3 this is so bad and so self-indulgent i'm so sorry

Word Count: 1.7k

The tenant grumbled, barely keeping open your tired eyes, latching onto your ID and entry request as you waited for your turn to be interrogated just so you could be let into your own home. For a while, you thought the precaution was stupid until you experienced a “code red” for yourself. Typically, you were amongst the last to arrive at the apartment building, considering you worked late nights, almost every night. You didn’t mind it, really, as you had lots of free time living alone, so that meant you were home during the early hours of the day when most tenants had left and wouldn’t return home for a few more hours, and by that time, you’d be gone yourself.

You knew today would be especially tough entering the building, as you were called in to work suddenly, so you couldn’t put in a request in time to be put onto the list for today. Once it was your turn, your trudged along to the window, passing in your papers through the metal slit.

“Why aren’t you on the list?” The doorman asked, brows furrowed, clearing searching for any signs the tenant was a doppelgänger. “Got called into work suddenly, wasn’t able to put my name on the list.” You explained, voice as monotone as ever. The doorman nodded, checking over a few things and making a phone call, before finally letting the tenant in.  You gave a small thanks, grabbed your papers back, and walked through the door. Sighing, you stepped into the elevator, ready to press the “four” button.  As you stepped back against the elevator, all your thoughts and anxieties began surfacing, most of them being of doppelgängers. What if the doorman let in one, killing us all? You didn’t doubt their abilities, but the thought always crossed your mind, with how often the alarm went off.  The elevator stopped with a ding! on the second floor, letting in another tenant of the building, Francis Mosses. 

You thought of yourself as fairly close with Francis. A lot closer than the typical tenants are with the others. You two enjoyed each other's company, giving small hello’s as you passed by, small talk exchanged whenever he’d deliver the milk you’d ordered. There were a few times, as well, where you hung out at the other’s place, your shared exhaustion over your careers being a driving factor in the start of your friendship.  Now and then, in the pits of night, you found your mind drifting to the thoughts of Francis. How his bicep flexed as he lifted up the milk carrier, his button-up shirt tightening ever so slightly around his arms and elbow, leaving little to the imagination. Or how his sensual, monotone voice sent shivers down your spine.  But your relationship was purely platonic of course. These feelings would never be acted upon nor would they be reciprocated… “Hello…? Earth to Y/N?” You were snapped out of your thoughts as the familiar voice filled your ears.   “Huh? Oh, sorry…” You mumbled, chuckling awkwardly. “Just.. tired from work.” I was totally not thinking about you… You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, both out of embarrassment and just from him looking at you.

“Mmm… Okay…” Francis nodded, albeit suspiciously. You prayed he didn’t notice the blush, and if he did, won’t say anything about it. Hopefully, he was up for as much conversation as you were at the moment… God knows what you would do to just lay down and take a nap right here. You both stood in awkward silence, avoiding eye contact before Francis got off on the next floor. You breathed a sigh of relief, mentally berating yourself for allowing that to happen. Once the elevator stopped on your floor, you bolted out and headed immediately to your apartment. There was always something so eerie about the hallways that made you want to be in them as little as possible. You struggled a bit with inserting your keys into the keyhole, but eventually, they implied and allowed you in. Closing, and locking, the door behind you, you breathed out, not even aware you were holding your breath.  You looked around your apartment, everything in the same place as it was before. Good. No doppelgängers have been in your home. The apartment was rather small, but that’s alright since you were the only person here. It was cozy that way. Trudging through the tiny hallway, you made it to your room, changing out of your work clothes and into some more comfortable ones. Immediately, you plopped down onto the bed and began drifting off to a dreamless sleep.  …Was that the sound of the phone? Well, it’ll be alright…

After what felt like only a few minutes, you heard someone knocking at your door, rather quickly. Begrudgingly, you sat up and got out of your bed, combing through your hair with your fingers to try to smooth down any bed head that developed in the small frame of time you were sleeping. You stood up, attempting to make yourself slightly presentable. Making your way to the door, you glanced at your rotary phone which sat on a small table next to the couch. You paused for a moment, wondering if the ringing you heard was real, but shrugged, assuming it was nothing.  You looked through the peephole of your door, spying the one and only Francis Mosses, at your door. He wasn’t in his usual milkman garb, but rather some common, everyday clothes. Quickly, you unlocked your door, opening it to greet Francis. “Oh, hello.” You gave him a soft smile, cocking your head slightly. “Are you off the clock?” “Yeah, my uh- my shift ended not too long ago.” He swallowed, nodding. “Wanted to check on you, you seemed real exhausted earlier.” “Well, you did just wake me from a life-saving nap, but that's alright.” You quip, giving him a smirk as you move out of the doorway, allowing him in.

“Oh, I’m- I’m sorry, I can go–” “No, no.” You shake your head, furrowing your brows. “Stay, please.”  He smiled at you, seemingly relieved you didn’t let him go. Internally, you were screaming, he never showed up to your apartment unless you had a pre-planned hang-out session, or he was doing his rounds, delivering the milk.  “Do you want anything? A snack, or…” You ask him, walking towards your tiny kitchen.  “Oh, no, that won’t be necessary.” He said in that monotone voice that made your knees turn to jelly. Francis went and sat on the couch, you following close behind. “I, uhm.” He began, looking away. “I wanted to talk to you… I’ve been, thinking a lot. Since we talked in the elevator.”  Oh fuck, he’s so creeped out by me, isn’t he, you panic internally, but barely manage to scrape together your composure. “Oh- I’m sorry, about that I–” You started before he interrupted you.  “I’ve been thinking about… you specifically.” He gulped, causing your heart to race. “Now, you can slap me if you think I’m creepy or anything, but I’ve thought about just us in general for a while, long before the elevator. Y/N, I–” He grabbed your hand, looking you in the eyes, his own clouded with infatuation and something else you couldn’t quite make out. Before he could finish his sentence, you cupped his cheek with your free hand and kissed him with so much desperation your teeth clinked together. He was taken aback by this, not reciprocating, causing you to panic and think you misread the situation so you pulled back, breathing heavily. “Fuck, did I- Did I fuck that up? Oh my god, I’m so–” He cut you off with a kiss of his own, holding the back of your head with his hand, keeping his grasp on you as he kissed you with a lot more passion and less desperation than the first. Immediately, you kissed back, snaking your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.  He broke the kiss first, to catch his breath. You smiled at him, letting out a small laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that.”  “Oh, but, I think I do,” Francis smirked, eyes darkening. “I’m a lot more perceptive than I think you realize. I’ve seen the glances you’ve stolen.” This caused you to blush and cover your face, burrowing into the crook of his neck. He maneuvered his head to give you a small kiss on your own, still smiling. “It’s cute, ‘loved knowing at least one person was paying attention to me.” He chuckled as you raised your head, still blushing fervently. He leaned in for another kiss, but this time it was much more needy, resting one hand on the nape of your neck and the other on your hip. Your hands entangled themselves in his hair, pulling your bodies as close together as possible. 

“I’ve thought of you, so many nights.” You whispered between kisses. “Trust me, me too, darling.” Francis groaned, biting down on your lip. You decided to tease him and keep your mouth closed. In turn, Francis snaked the hand on your hip up under your shirt, causing shivers to be sent up your spine, as you moaned into the kiss, which Francis took as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice he could, mapping and memorized the sensation.  You tugged on his hair, causing a moan from him to vibrate through you as he explored the inside of your mouth, your arousal growing further in your core. He cupped your breast through your bra, causing you to break from the kiss for a moment and moan his name, him looking at you, pleadingly, for consent to go further. You gave him an over-enthusiastic “yes” just before you kissed him again, but before either of you could continue further on, a loud ring ran through your house, coming from the doorbell. Whimpering a little, disappointed you had to pause your wonderful makeout session with Francis Mosses, you stood up, smoothing out any wrinkles on your clothes. Heading towards the door, you ponder over who it could be. You knew you shouldn’t have any visitors today, and you certainly weren’t close enough with your other neighbors for a surprise one. As you leaned up to peek through the peephole, all you were met with were eyes just like your own, a face sculpted just like yours, with the most sinister smile plastered on. It was your doppelgänger.

#francis mosses #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #i need this man carnally #im so down bad its insane #this is also so bad and so self-indulgent #also cross-posted on ao3 #tnmn #milkman #milkman x reader

[marksmelodies]

My Princess

idol jaehyun x bratty fem reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: suggestive, sex, oral, use of the nickname daddy, mentions of size difference

note: jaehyun and the reader are both ADULTS

minors dni!

you lay in your bed freshly washed, teeth brushed, skincare done, pajamas on and ready to go to bed, putting on your favorite show turning off the lights as you settle down from the exhausting day of shopping with your boyfriends credit card that he gave you to use while he was away

you look over at the cold empty space next to you within in the sheets causing a frown to fall onto your face, your boyfriend was on tour, currently he was at the last stop in tokyo and he wasn’t getting home until late tomorrow night, it’s always the last twenty four hours that go by so incredibly slow

you decide to call jaehyun, as the phone rings and rings eventually you are brought to voicemail, instantly you call him again.. no answer, quickly you find marks contact knowing he’s rooming with your boyfriend, you hit the call button, a few rings in mark answers the phone

“yes y/n?” he says slightly annoyed right off the bat

“where’s jaehyun and why is he not answering the phone” you say in a bratty tone

“he’s in the shower right now, try calling him back when he’s out” mark says in a monotone voice

“no, go tell him to answer me ” you whine

“y/n he’s in the shower” mark repeats himself

“i don’t care tell him to answer me right now” you slightly snap at him

“god i don’t understand how he deals with you, you’re insufferable” mark says before knocking on the shower door

“dude your girlfriends bitching at me to tell you to answer your phone” mark yells through the door

“oh shit, okay thanks bro” jaehyun says turning the water off

you get a call from jaehyun as you instantly hang up the phone on mark

“baby i thought we talked about being nicer to my friends” jaehyun says through the phone

“i wasn’t being mean to him, he was just being stupid, maybe if he did what i asked in the first place he wouldn’t have to deal with me yelling at him” you reply rolling your eyes

mark scoffs

“sweetheart, not everyone is going to give you princess treatment like i do” jaehyun says

“why not” you ask as a genuine question

mark laughs at your complete unawareness of how truly entitled you are as he sits in his bed listening to the conversation

“what did you do today princess” jaehyun asks changing the subject to distract you

“i went shopping with daddies money” you say smiling at him

“oh yeah? should daddy expect a call from the bank for fraud again?” he laughs at the amount of times his card has been temporarily frozen because the bank assumed it got stolen

“no i didn’t do that much damage today, plus the bank is so stupid, how are you going to freeze a card with no limit” you complain

“show me what you got pretty girl”

you begin to give jaehyun a hall of everything that you bought earlier

“didn’t do much damage my ass” mark says still listening to your conversation on the other side of the room

“ jaehyun hes being mean do something” you whine

jaehyun looks over to mark giving him a tight lipped smile before mouthing a “sorry”

“you’re getting cranky baby why don’t you get some rest” jaehyun says knowing how you get when you’re tired

you try to deny it but you feel your eyelids drooping “okay fine, i love you jae” you say

“i love you more princess, sweet dreams” he says waiting for you to hang up the phone because if he hung up you’d immediately call back just so you could be the one to end the phone call… you were truly a brat.

“how do you do it bro.. no offense but she’s actually miserable to be around” mark asks

jaehyun sighs, everyone in his life had asked him this question at least once, including his parents

“i love her man.. id give her the world if she asked for it, it’s my fault she’s such a brat i spoil her too much but i love her and her attitude” jaehyun says

“to each their own i guess” mark says

laying in your king size bed you’ve fallen into a deep sleep

hours later the door beeps in the distance signaling that it has been opened as a tired jaehyun pulls his suitcase through the door frame, taking off his shoes and leaving his belongings in the hallway, he was way to exhausted to unpack it right now, shuffling his feet into your shared bedroom he finds you fast asleep as the tv still plays your favorite show, he chuckles at himself as he reaches for the remote to turn the television off

undressing himself he slips under the covers with nothing but his boxers on, carefully turning himself to the side as he wraps his arm around your stomach pulling you closer to his body

at first you were startled but it only took a second to notice the familiar scent and the strong arm wrapping around you as you turn around to face him

“jaehyun?” you say wrapping your arms around his neck as you place one of your legs around his hip latching onto him like a koala

“hey baby i didn’t mean to wake you” he whispers leaving a kiss to your head

“no im glad you did, i thought you didn’t get home till tomorrow night?” you ask

“plans changed and i wanted to surprise you” he says

you smile at him as you squeeze him harder “i missed you so much jae”

“i missed you too sweet girl”

you unwrap yourself from him at you sit up, you really wish you could control yourself right now but having not seen your boyfriend in a month your body naturally reacted by making your panties soaked

you needed him right here, right now

“jae” you whine laying your entire body onto his kissing his jawline as your hands traced his abs

“babe i’m exhausted” jaehyun sighs patting your butt

“but i need you” you pout your lips at him

he can’t help but smile at your desperation “we can do this in the morning” he says

“but i need you now” you say as a spoiled tone leaves your mouth

on nights like tonight your spoiled nature was greatly unappreciated

jaehyun huffs pulling you off of him “go to bed” he says in an annoyed tone

you fall silent for a moment which slightly concerns jaehyun, you never backed off even when he told you to that’s until he hears slight sniffling coming from your side of the bed

“you don’t love me” you say crying

jaehyun takes a deep breath as you truly try his patience “i do love you sweetheart but im tired, i want to go to sleep”

“you think im ugly don’t you, you don’t like me anymore and you’re not happy with our sex life” you cry harder

“what no- where did that even come from i do not think you’re ugly one bit and i love our sex life, remember how much i proved that to you before i left huh?” he asks as you nod your head yes

he scoots closer to you wiping your tears

“what did i tell you before i left?” he asks

“that i have the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen” you say dead serious

he laughs at your statement “well yeah i did say that and i meant it but what else did i say”

“hm? you said that you promised to pump a whole lot babies into me and get me all pregnant” you say again

jaehyun face palms himself “yes i said that too but i also said that i love you more than anything else in this entire world, and that i’ll love you until the day that i die, remember that?” he asks as you shake your head yes

there wasn’t many times that jaehyun told you no and when he did you always threw a tantrum about it, however jaehyun always came up with a compromise to make you happy

“you can warm me tonight and in the morning i’ll show you how much i’ve missed you beautiful girl” he kisses your lips before letting you get comfortable at he plays with his dick a little to get him hard enough so he could insert himself into you

jaehyun was big.. and your petite body always struggled taking all of him but you were never satisfied until he bottomed out, feeling his tip poke at your heat he softly inserts himself into you causing you to moan and whimper

“you okay baby?” he asks halfway to bottoming out

“mhm” you respond as he keeps going

“ow ow ow” you winced as he gets deeper

he gives you one of his big hands to squeeze as the other one still remains on your hip “ almost there baby you’re doing so well” he whispers interlocking his hand with yours gently rubbing his thumb over it

your tight pussy consuming his cock causing him to use some of his force to push it in deeper causing you to wince in pain again

“i’m sorry baby i know it hurts, daddy is too big for a little thing like you” he says finally bottoming out

you take in a deep breath as your pussy gradually gets used to his size, jaehyun wraps his arm around you as he feels the tiny bulge in your stomach from his cock

“always such a good girl for me huh?” jaehyun says as he kisses the back of your head before falling asleep as you do the same

waking up to the sun shining on your face you look excitedly to your boyfriend remembering what he promised you last night, your smile fell as you noticed the spot next to yours was empty

you quickly get out of bed to see jaehyun sitting on the couch with mark, johnny and haechan

“goodmorning prin-” before jaehyun could even finish his sentence you interrupt him “ what are they doing here” you say pissed off

“there just here to hang out for a little bit, we’re working on a song together so we’re brain storming right now” he explains

“why can’t you do this later” you whine

“here we go again” mark says clearly done with your shit

“i’m sorry but im not the one interrupting a couples alone time am i?” you snap your head to mark

“jaehyun get back in bed” you say

“no princess im doing something right now” he says looking at you

the guys look shocked hearing him tell you no

“but jae you promised me” you cry stomping your feet on the ground

jaehyun takes a deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose

“excuse me guys ill be right back, let me take care of her really quick” jaehyun says getting up from the couch grabbing your arm dragging you back into the bedroom before slamming the door

“god you’re such a brat” he says throwing you on the bed as he strips your clothes off along with his own

“you can’t wait a few more hours for my cock? you’re such a needy spoiled brat” usually jaehyun would prep you with his fingers or at least take it slow but not this time

he demanded you getting on all fours as you arched your back without warning he thrust his entire dick into you harshly causing a scream coming from you

“shut your mouth” he says as he balls up the first piece of clothing he sees shoving it into your mouth using it as a gag, he thrusts inside you so rough you feel like you could split in half at any moment, feeling your head fall down into the pillow in front of you jaehyun grabs a handful of your hair yanking you back up

he then flips you over putting your legs over his shoulders taking the gag out of your mouth “you’re gonna be a good girl for me and be quiet” you nod your head yes as he thrusts back into you

you wait for a moment before looking into his eyes purposefully letting out the loudest pornagraphic moan as you smile to yourself knowing that you pissed him off before you do it again

jaehyun puts his hands around your throat as he squeezes not so gently “ you think you’re so funny huh” he shoves the gag back into your mouth as he pulls out of you leaving back to look at your body spread out on the bed

he opens your legs a little wider before slapping your pussy causing you to scream through the material in your mouth. he slaps your pussy again and again getting more rough with each slap

“you’ve been so bratty lately, and i’ve been so kind to you huh, i let you use my money to buy whatever you want, i let you boss me around like your servant, i let you sleep with my cock inside of you last night because you wanted me so bad and this is how you repay me?” he grabs both of your wrists pulling you up out of bed and over to the dresser, “bend over” you do what he says as his hand meets your ass sending a sting to it threw every slap, he repeats this motion on both cheeks until they are raw, you let out a moan as tears run down your face

“look at you, fucking slut enjoys getting punished, is that why you’re so bratty all the time? you like it when daddy punishes you?” he says shoving his cock back into your pussy as you’re still bent over the dresser, his thrusts become faster jaehyun feels himself about to finish as his dick twitches inside of you, letting out a groan warm strings of his seed shoot inside of you

“you don’t get to cum until you prove to me that you can be a good girl” he says pulling out of you before pulling his pants up “and don’t you dare think about touching yourself” he says before waking out of the room leaving you there barely able to see straight

jaehyun was ALWAYS sweet during sex, always obeying your orders, giving you endless compliments as he gently made love to you, sometimes he was a bit rough but he was always so sweet, constantly asking if you are okay or if you’re in pain, he always made sure you came multiple times before he did… but today he showed you a different side to himself and that turned you on

catching your breath you limp to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up you notice blood on the towel that you used

you knew the blood wasn’t from menstruation, jaehyun had definitely slightly tore you or something, you didn’t seem too worried about it since you weren’t in immense pain just a little bit sore

making yourself look somewhat presentable you walk back out to the living room where all the boys sit on the couches

you avoid eye contact knowing they heard every little thing that happened in the bedroom, you try to make your limp not noticeable as you walk over to your boyfriend but that didn’t work out, completely giving up you limp over to jaehyun as you sit in the spot next to him cuddling up to his side

“hey princess, you doing okay” he said as if nothing had happened

you say nothing just nodding your head yes as you play with his fingers while he continues discussing work matters with his members, eventually they leave, now just you and jaehyun on the couch “you were such a good girl” he says kissing your lips as he carries you to the bedroom

“let me make you cum like i promised i would if you behaved” he says pulling down your pants as he’s about to pull down his own

“wait babe i don’t think we should fuck again” you say looking at him

“whys that my sweet girl” he asks raking his hands through your hair as he placed a soft kiss on your lips

“im bleeding a little from last time” you say

“what” he his eyes widen as you try and calm him down

“ it’s okay im not in pain but i think you might have accidentally tore me a little or something” you say softly

“oh my god i’m so sorry, i really didn’t mean to baby, god i’m an idiot i should’ve at least gotten you wet first” he rambles

you chuckle at the sight of him

“baby it’s okay really i’m fine” you say

“i know a way i can make you feel better” jaehyun crawls in between your legs spreading them apart as he takes your pants off, licking a stripe down you pussy making you slightly squirm and pull his hair

he continues to rub your clit as he leans up giving you a kiss on your stomach“you taste so good baby” he says before going back down on you

his tongue moves faster and faster up and down your heat as you feel yourself about to finish you pull his hair a little harder “daddy i’m going to cum” you moan as your body releases onto his tongue causing your body to shake

“good girl princess” he says kissing the inside of your thighs before laying down next to you, you immediately put your head on his chest once you put your pants back on

“i’m sorry, i promise to behave more often and not be as spoiled or bratty” you say into his chest, jaehyun chuckles as he hears your apology

“it’s okay sweetheart, you’re my princess you should be treated like one, i just want you to realize that not everyone is going to spoil you like i do and even then sometimes i can’t always do the things that you want right away or i might be a little too tired but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you, i love you very much, i promise that if i can’t give you what you want at the very moment you want it, i will make it up to you” jaehyun says kissing your lips

“i love you jae”

“i love you more princess”

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[rafedaddy01]

Hate sex with like enemy Rafe and him saying “I’ll make it fit” 😩😩😩😩

“Look who it is!” My mother beams at my father as I snap my head in the direction she indicates.

Ugh. Him.

Rafe Cameron. Kook King. My sworn enemy. And also my childhood crush.

I roll my eyes as Rose and Ward walk up to greet my parents with Rafe hot on their trail.

Shit. He looks fine.

He’s wearing a black button up with the top button exposed. His shirt is tucked into his black dress pants and his hands hang in his pockets like he could care less about being here.

He probably does, he hated being seen in public with his family, im surprised he’s here.

“Y/n” he greets coldly as I stare at his outstretched hand.

I look him dead in the eyes before reaching out and shaking it.

“Sit down, sit down!” My mother says to rose.

“Oh no. We have reservations! Ward is meeting with some business partners to discuss Rafe taking over the business.”

So that’s why he’s here.

He stands silently still, his eyes raking down my body and up to my eyes where he smirks once he’s noticed he’s been caught.

“Who knew trolls could clean up so well” he laughs at his own pathetic comment.

“Funny.” I say bluntly as our parents continue small talk for a few minutes.

“Here I thought I caught your attention. With the way your eyes were roaming my body I’d say you want me Cameron” I say as I lean my elbows on the table, giving him a show of my cleavage which he gladly takes.

“Ha! Not a chance sweetheart. Not even if hell froze over” he leans closer before bopping my nose.

I scrunch it as I prop myself up and turn my head away, refusing to stare at his smug face.

“Well, that’s our cue” ward announces as some important looking men walk through the front entrance.

“We should catch up soon!” My mother shouts as they walk away, rose turns around to give a brief thumbs up.

We continue our family dinner and after a few moments I get tired of my parents flirting. “Excuse me, restroom” I mutter, which they barely hear, and head head towards the hallway where the bathrooms are.

As I round the corner I bump into a broad chest.

“Oh! Excu-“

“Watch-“

I look up and am met with beautiful blue eyes, the same eyes that I’m dreamed about since grade school. The same eyes that look at me with disgust when they realize who I am.

“Move out of the way Cameron” I gruff and I try to push past him.

“Bitch” he mumbles.

“What did you say?” I snap my head back so fast I think I get whip lash.

“I said your a bitch” he repeats, trying to hold back his smirk.

“You know..” I start, walking towards him and catch him off guard, he steps back and his back hits the ladies room door.

“I don’t get what your issue with me is! Ever since we were little you always have to pick on me. Why? Huh? Is it cause I’m smaller than you? Or is it cause your so jeal-“ I can’t even finish my sentence before I’m pulled into the bathroom.

“What the hell-“

My back is now against the door and Rafes face is inches away from mine.

“Do you ever shut up” his breath is hot and smells of whiskey and cigars, oddly comforting.

“What?” I ask.

“You never shut up, always yapping about something. Maybe I need to teach you how to be quiet”

I’m perplexed as my breath catches in my throat and I gulp, pushing my thighs together.

Rafe cocks an eyebrow at me and looks down, “you like that? The idea of me shutting you up?” He runs his nose down the column of my neck and I let out a shaky breath.

“I think you do” he whispers in my ear before nibbling my neck.

“Fuck, y/n” he groans in my ear and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

In this moment I don’t even care to remember how much I hate him.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you gave me attitude in gym class back in 9th grade” he confesses as he sucks a sweet spot on my neck.

I swallow hard and my eyes screw shut as my hands grasp the back of his neck, “take what you want” I whisper.

He stops and looks at me before reaching over and locking the door.

We lock eyes and Rafe smiles as he leans forward and captures my lips with his. I moan against them and he picks me up and leads me towards the sink.

He pulls away and turns me around so my ass rubs against his straining zipper.

He runs a hand down my back and I jerk up at his touch, “shit your fucking sexy” he whispers as his hands travels down and under my dress.

He locks his eyes with mine in the mirror and his hand meets the wet patch on my panties, which he quickly tugs down and spreads my legs open.

“Watch me fuck you” he says as he unzips his pants and they fall to the ground with his boxers.

My eyes widen in fear as I peer over my shoulders.

“Rafe! Will- will it fit?” I bite my lip anxiously as he grins and slaps my ass, causing me to yelp.

“I’ll make it fit” he shoots my a wink and sinks into my soaking heat.

My mouth shoots open as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.

He picks up the pace and I can no longer hold my head up, it falls down and Rafes quick to grip my hair causing me to hiss as he pulls it back.

“I said watch”

I grip the counter as his thrusts pick up and he groans.

“Fucking perfect” he mutters “wanted this for so long baby” he hits a particular spot deep inside me and I squeeze his cock.

“Rafe!” His hand comes around and presses against my mouth.

“Shh. I’m teaching you to be quiet”

He stares at me through the mirror as his thrusts become relentless and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I’m squeezing him so hard and he moans in my ear which sends me over the edge.

“Fuck fuck fuck” Rafe hisses out as he delivers a few sloppy thrusts and cums inside me.

He leans over my sweaty body and catches his breath before pulling out and getting himself together.

I turn around and he smiles at me.

He looks like he didn’t just fuck me into oblivion. Me on the other hand? I have red cheeks, messy hair, and hickies on my neck.

“I want you to walk back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs, let everyone see the marks left on your body and know that your taken”

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips before smacking my ass.

“I hate you” I scowl. Which causes him to laugh.

“But your pussy doesn’t”

He winks and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me a heated mess as I try to find my underwear.

I give up and try to make myself look as presentable as possible and head back to our table.

My parents barely noticed I was gone.

When I sit down my phone dings. It’s a message from Rafe.

*see attachment

“Looking for these?”

It’s a picture of Rafe holding onto my panties and winking.

I blush as I shift uncomfortably and watch him stride out of the bathroom hallway before shooting me a wink.

Fuck me. What have I gotten myself into.

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[moonhoures]

Play Thing

🕷️ kinktober — day 13: degradation 🕸️

pairing: mina (twice) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, d/s dynamic, mean dom!reader, sub!mina, brat!mina, thigh riding, degradation, reader calls mina ‘baby’, ‘play thing’, ‘toy’, ‘slut’, ‘needy’, ‘bitch’, & ‘stupid’

word count: ~1.4k

synopsis: your bratty gf just won’t leave you be, so you give her the attention she so badly craves

a/n: happy friday the 13th 😈👻

posted: october 13, 2023

kinktober masterlist

Your girlfriend was many things, but towards the top of the long list of her descriptors was “clingy”. For the most part, she tried her best to give you your space and alone time, but she would sometimes get in moods where she wanted to be around you all the time. She would follow you around your house like a puppy, or plop herself right next to you or in your lap while you were watching TV, reading, playing games, etc. She would nag or sigh or make comments until you would give in and ask what she wanted. It was like this every time, even today.

You were sitting on the couch, one of your comfort shows pulled up on the TV in front of you while you scrolled on your phone. Mina sauntered in from the bedroom, presumably bored of the movie she had just finished watching in there. She unceremoniously sat beside you, taking mere seconds before she was cuddling up to your side. Her cheek rested against your arm as she asked what you were doing.

“Baking a cake,” you replied sarcastically, enjoying the way she rolled her eyes.

“You’re not even watching the show you put on,” she pointed out, “Can I change it?”

“No, I like having it on,” you pouted, then added, “You had the TV in the room to yourself. Why are you coming in here trying to take this one from me?”

“I’m just bored, and I wanted to hang out with you.”

“Then sit and watch this show.”

Mina liked when you talked like that to her. Sternly. And she knew you knew. She wondered how much she could push your buttons until you snapped. Hopefully, not too long, she thought.

“But I don’t like this show.”

“Stop whining,” you glanced at her, giving her a pointed look that only sent arousal between her legs, “Or I’ll banish you back to the bedroom.”

“Promise?” she taunted you, a playful smile on her lips.

“Mina-“

“________,” she mocked your strict tone.

“You must want to be punished.”

“Maybe,” she sing-songed, batting her eyelashes at you cutely.

You shook your head lightly before adjusting your legs on the couch from their crossed position, “Fine, take off your shorts.”

Her eyes lit up as the realization hit that her plan worked, rather quickly at that. She quickly got up, slipping her shorts off, revealing her naked figure underneath. You did the same, tossing your own pants on top of her discarded ones on the floor. You patted your thigh, gesturing for her to mount it, but this made her frown.

“You’re not going to fuck me?” she asked with a sullen tone. Perhaps her plan wasn’t working as well as she thought.

“Nope. You want to cum so bad, you can do it on my thigh or not at all,” you were very clear with your words, so she knew you wouldn’t budge even a little bit. She accepted the cards she was dealt, and unenthusiastically climbed onto your thigh, straddling it. You could feel her arousal on your skin.

“Wet already? You must’ve been thinking about this,” you said, hand gently kneading the flesh of her thigh. It was the only contact you were giving her besides your thigh, so you could tell she was feeling unsatisfied so far. Good.

Mina nodded, “Was thinking about your tongue and your fingers.”

“Of course you were, you’re so fucking needy.”

The faintest moan erupted from her throat, but you caught it.

“Aren’t you?” you taunted her now, your hand rubbing higher up by her hips, “My needy little baby.”

“Can I move yet?” she was practically begging. You wanted to tell her no, just to watch her suffer. But she was so cute like this, pouting and staring at you with those boba-like eyes of hers. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you nodded.

She began to move her hips over your leg, rubbing her wet cunt along your skin. She let out a small, airy breath of satisfaction at the feeling.

“Look at you, so impatient. It’s just my thigh, but you’re so desperate to cum, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” she replied without hesitation, closing her eyes to focus on the feeling of her folds on you.

“Look at me when you’re riding me,” you demanded, and instantly her eyelids were opening to the sight of your authoritative stare. Was she getting wetter? It felt like it. Her hips sped up just a bit, and she started to rock them a little harder, shifting herself along the muscles in your thigh. She was trying so hard to find the perfect spot. A spot that would touch her clit in just the right way. A spot that would have her cumming just like she wanted.

After a few minutes of her slowing down and speeding up, of shifting around on your leg, of whining when the positions she was trying didn’t feel right, you let out a laugh. Yep, a small laugh. And it had her frowning, pausing her movements with an expression of defeat and confusion.

“What’s funny?”

“You. You look pathetic.”

That’s it, she thought. She resumed, slowly and painstakingly rubbing herself against you again, “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” you replied, matter-of-factly, “Just a stupid, needy girl getting off on a thigh. That’s all you can do, huh? Get your pussy wet. Is that all you’re good for?”

She tried to respond with a confident “No!” but it came out more like a whiny groan, which only further proved your point. It also made her so wet that she was practically slipping over your skin now.

You snickered, “Can’t even speak. How do you expect to get fucked properly if you can’t even ask? You had to nag and annoy me until I let you get what you wanted.”

“Not what I wanted,” she remarked, eyelids fluttering as her clit started to throb. Feels so good, she thought to herself.

“Yeah, well, stupid girls don’t get what they want sometimes. Especially if they don’t ask for it politely.”

“I’m not stupid,” she whimpered, hips thrusting against your thigh faster than before. Her climax was brewing somewhere in her abdomen, just waiting to be brought to the surface, “Fuck.”

“You are though, baby,” you spoke to her in a patronizing voice now, fingertips gripping her thigh before giving it a little slap. It was enough to make her jolt and let out a surprised moan, “My stupid, desperate little play thing. My toy. That’s all you’re good for, playing with.”

God, that’s all she wanted to hear. She moaned, cunt weeping all over your leg as she reached the precipice of her release.

“Are you really going to cum so soon? You are desperate, huh? Just a pathetic slut that can’t wait for the chance to cum.”

“Please,” she whined.

“Please? Please what? Speak, baby, it’s not that hard.”

“Need your fingers.”

“No, I told you. My thigh, or nothing,” you kept your foot down, not budging even when she let out a sigh of agony. Watching her crumble while not getting her way was satisfying for you.

“But I need it. So bad.”

“You don’t need them, you want them. You want them so bad, I know. But you want to cum, don’t you?” your hand returned to her hips, helping her in her movements so that she was moving faster now. You could see her cheeks growing pink and her lips remained parted as quick, short breaths left them, “Cum all over me like the needy little bitch you are. Come on. Do the one thing you’re good at and cum.”

Mina couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure had been coursing through her like electricity before it landed at her pussy. Her walls clenched around nothing and her clit throbbed faster than before as it dragged along the expanse of your thigh. Your skin was covered in her juices as they flowed freely from her. You could feel her heat seeping onto you. It was honestly turning you on, but you weren’t going to tell her that. You had to stick strongly to your nasty demeanor.

“Are you really not going to fuck me?” she asked softly once her orgasm had settled down. She stayed seated on your lap even after, in the hopes you would say yes, “Not even just with your fingers?”

“You’ll be lucky if you get my thigh again,” you gestured to the spot beside you on the couch, “Now sit back down and let me finish this episode, then maybe I’ll consider fucking you.”

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cold nights // part twenty-nine

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: ahh shit really hits the fan in this one oops

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"Coryo." You hum, knocking on your boyfriend's doorframe.

He looks up from his desk, smiling as he sees you standing in the door. You were still wearing what you had worn to class that day, a button up shirt he had bought for you with the orange skirt Tigris made, short and simple as if it was made by your own mother. It matched perfectly with his own mother's scarf that you always wore out, that was left draped over your shoulders. You were looking at him like you needed something, and it just made him light up.

"Love," He closes his book and stands up. "What do you need?" He asks, quickly pushing up his unstyled hair out of his face- the curls were beginning to come back, but they weren't quite as long as they once were. When he's with you, which is almost always, he makes a very conscious effort to keep it up and away from his face.

Your hands are tucked behind your back, nervously twisting your fingers. "Why must you assume that I need something?" You giggle.

"Because I know that look." He pokes your nose as he gets close enough to do so, now standing a foot away and looking at you expectantly.

"Okay, fine." You sigh. "I was wondering if you had any plans for Halloween."

"Hallo-what?" He asks, tilting his head at you. Your jaw drops.

"Halloween." You say again, wondering if it was possible he just misheard you.

He laughs, eyebrows raised in clear confusion.

"You don't know what Halloween is? You don't celebrate here?" You gasp.

"No, sorry."

"Oh my god, okay. Well, we must do something." You clap excitedly.

"Slow down, darling. You're gonna have to tell me what it is before I can agree." He chuckles, holding a hand out you to stop you before you got too excited.

"Okay, okay." You agree. "So, it's a holiday, similar to Christmas if you have that."

"Of course we have Christmas."

"How was I supposed to know?" You laugh. "Anyway, it's mostly for little kids, but still. Basically, on the last day of the month everyone dresses up in costumes of monsters or animals or different jobs- whatever you want, and the kids go knocking door to door and adults will give them treats."

"Treats." He states, but it comes out more like a question.

"Yes. Like cookies, or candy if you have it, really anything." You grin, nodding at him excitedly. "My Ma usually makes fudge."

"Okay..." Coryo laughs. "So... sorry, I'm confused. What do we do? Hand out candy to kids who won't come because no one's heard of it here?"

"That's the best part!" You clap. "We aren't parents; old enough to be stuck handing out candy, and we aren't young enough to go trick or treating, so we get to have the most fun."

"Okay..." He urges you on.

"We get to have a party!"

"A party." He eyes you a little bit skeptically.

"Yes!"

"Since when do you like to party?" He seems wholly unconvinced.

"I don't, but it's tradition! I always have fun, I just don't drink much anymore. It'll be good to make friends, Coryo. Please?"

"Anymore?" He laughs, but quickly shakes his head to stay focussed on what you were asking of him. "Love, I wish we could but I don't know where we'd have a party, we can't have it here."

You frown, thinking for a moment. "Oh! I'll call Sej." You grin, already bounding off down the hall toward the phone.

That was that, he couldn't change your mind even if he desired to- but really, if a party would make you happy, then you would get a party. He would make sure of it.

You had spent weeks handing out invitations to the other people in your classes, most of which, as you noticed, ended up in the trash cans or littering the halls. You didn't let it bother you, Coryo insisted that people just didn't tend to hold on to those kinds of things and it didn't mean they wouldn't come. (What you didn't know, was his near-constant cleanup efforts of asking anyone he knew or had classes with to come to his "costume party"- and people didn't like to say no to Coriolanus Snow.)

You had come up with a plan. Coryo would say it was his party, and he would be hosting it at the Plinth's estate. You couldn't run the risk of putting your name on the idea, especially after your interview assuring parents that you were just there to learn- not fraternize. You didn't mind, you knew more people would want to come if it was his party, and that it wasn't a "Halloween" party. Just a costume party that happened to land on the district holiday that none of these kids nor their parents knew about. Hopefully.

You were incredibly excited. You spent the days after Sejanus's parents left town over there making decorations, and begrudgingly, Coryo joined you after realizing you weren't only there to drop things off.

He never pictured himself spending so much money on orange and black coloured paper, but here he was. The list of things he would do for you is growing by the day, surprising even himself.

You had put a lot of time into your costumes, with Tigris's help over the last couple of weeks. It wasn't anything crazy, just a white dress and some small angel wings, and for Coryo a gray shirt with leather straps, some light chain mail on the shoulders, and silver sleeves. You were very proud of them, but you hadn't shown him yet. You would be Romeo and Juliet, and you thought it was just perfect.

You smile as you knock on his bedroom door, already in your costume. You would get there a little early to help Sejanus with some final touches, but you did have a lot of people confirm with Coryo that they were coming. You were excited.

He opens the door, his breath dying out in his throat as he takes in your outfit. He must have died and gone to heaven. "Well hello, angel." He grins as he regains himself, opening the door fully for you to come in.

"Do you like it?" You ask, giving a quick spin even as you're holding his matching costume behind your back.

"You look beautiful." He says quietly, nodding as he eyes how the white satin clings to your figure. He couldn't think of a more fitting costume for you; although to him, you always looked like an angel. But now, more beautiful than ever. Ethereal. "It's stunning, love."

"Thank you!" You smile, pulling his forward and holding the folded mix of fabrics up to him. "This is yours."

"Mine?" He asks, a confused smile on his face as he grabs it and unfolds it carefully. "What is it?"

"You're a knight!" You say, clapping your hands together excitedly. "Well, you're Romeo as a knight. And I'm Juliet." You grin, holding the hem of your dress and prompting him to look at it again.

"Romeo and Juliet." He chuckles, nodding slightly as he looks between the two.

"Yeah!" You smile excitedly. "Romeo! Here's drink. I drink to thee."

He laughs, nodding as he closes the door behind you and pulls off his shirt to put on the costume you made for him. "I love it, Y/N/N. Thank you."

"Of course." You nod excitedly. "I've always wanted to do a couples costume."

"Is that a thing?" He asks, getting ready to pull it over his head.

"Yes. It's so sweet! Couples will wear matching costumes and that's how you know they're together, I always loved looking at other peoples." You explain. "My parents always do matching costumes. One year, they both dressed up as cats. My mom made the ears out of felt, and they carried Tybs to the door with them to hand out candy. It was so cute. Like I said, they do matching costumes every year."

In your rambling, you don't notice how he freezes up completely, face falling. Hesitantly, he pulls it over his head. "How do I look?" He asks, gluing a smile back on.

You smile, nodding at him. "So handsome, Coryo." You confirm. "Tigris helped me make it."

"It's... a little uncomfortable." He tells you, pretending to adjust the light chainmail that hung over his chest.

You frown, reaching out to help him adjust it for a moment. "Is that better?"

He hates to do this- it fits perfectly, but he can't have people knowing you're together. Not yet. "Uh..." The hopeful look in your eyes breaks his heart. "Yeah, that's better." He nods, relieved by the smile that returns to your face.

"Are you ready to go, then?" You ask, tilting your head at him.

"Just give me ten minutes, love. Would you mind gathering up our drinks?" He asks, kissing your forehead.

"Of course, Romeo." You giggle, turning on your heel and leaving, closing the door gently behind you.

He hates himself for what he knows has to do.

When you got to Sejanus's house, you were practically vibrating with excitement as you ran around hanging up decorations and placing and replacing drinks and snacks on the tables, moving them around.

"Sej?" You ask, standing on a stool to be able to reach up above a doorframe.

"Yeah?" He calls back from across the room, turning to look at you.

"I'm out of tape, could you grab me another roll? We brought some, it's in the kitchen. Coryo will tell you which bag." You explain and he nods, giving you a quick thumbs up as he walks by and down the hall. 

Walking into the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes go wide.

There's Coryo, holding out the front of his shirt over the sink and pouring a glass of red wine down the front. Extremely, very intentionally.

"Uh... what are you doing?" He asks, and Coryo's head snaps up, eyes panicked.

"Uh, shit, I..." He laughs slightly, placing the glass down quickly and turning on the tap. "I tripped and, god I don't really know. I'm just trying to get this out..."

Sejanus nodded slightly, trying to hide how unconvinced he was. "I don't know if that will come out." He states.

"Shit..." Coryo sighs, albeit dramatically. If Sejanus hadn't just seen him do what he just did, he would be convinced. Coryo would make a good actor. "Well... Do you have something else I could wear?"

"Yeah... uh, yeah. Just go into my closet and help yourself." Sejanus tells him, gesturing down the hall.

"Thanks," Coryo says, brushing past him eagerly all ready to go and change into something else.

Your friend swallows, watching him as he disappears down the hall. Sejanus knew you had spent hours putting together that costume for him, could he even tell you that he saw Coryo ruin it on purpose? It would break your heart- but he did really want to know why.

Sejanus couldn't tell you. You were having fun, or at least trying to, and he didn't want to ruin that. People were talking to you, and to him, which was kind of new territory for the both of you. Your interview and your kindness in classes and to everyone you met did wonders for your reputations as "District kids". Surprisingly, your classmates had lots of questions and none of them seemed to have any real problems with you in a less pressurized setting. The alcohol was likely a contributing factor.

"Yes! Well, we'd go to the lake a lot. Oh! So, one time, my brother and I spent all day dragging this old barrel up a cliffside just to hang it off a tree at the top. We just spent our time doing the most random stuff." You giggle over the music, clutching your glass to your chest as you continue on a conversation with Hilarius, who you saw as a new friend even though Coryo wasn't his biggest fan. You had probably a little bit too much to drink, spurred on by your nervousness.

"A barrel..?" Hilarius laughs, tilting his head at you. 

"Well, yeah, what kind of stuff did you do for fun, then?" You ask over the loud music.

"Chess, I suppose. Reading, I don't know. Fun wasn't really on the schedule." He explains.

"Well, I'd rather drag a barrel up a hill than do nothing, wouldn't you?" You laugh.

"Touché." He tilts his glass at you before taking a sip.

"Y/N, can I steal you for a second?" You hear Sejanus say in your ear, suddenly beside you and you nod, politely dismissing yourself from the conversation.

You follow him down the hall to an empty corner. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to tell you. "I'm sorry about Coryo's costume, I know you worked hard on it." He says honestly.

"It is okay. Spills happen." You smile.

"Well, yes..." He agrees, looking around quickly to make sure he can't spot Coryo's blonde hair in the vicinity. It was a rare moment he wasn't with you, so now was his only shot. "But... it wasn't an accident."

"What do you mean?" You ask, tilting your head at him with a slightly nervous smile.

"Y/N I... I watched him pour the wine on it. Like, very intentionally."

You don't know what to say, slightly shocked. After a moment of him watching your expression evolve, you begin to laugh. "No, no. Sej, I love you, but how much did you drink before we got here? Because he wouldn't-"

"Nothing." He answers shortly, giving a firm shake of his head. "Not a drop, Y/N/N. I swear."

Your smile fades slightly at his abrupt statement. "Well..." You say quietly. "Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, but I know better than to be the one to bring it up to him. You should ask."

"I mean, he said it wasn't very comfortable before we left the house. Maybe he just didn't want to hurt my feelings." You smile to yourself, nodding as you decide.

"By ruining something you made for him? Yeah, that'll spare your feelings." Sejanus scoffs, looking past you once more to make sure Coriolanus wasn't nearby.

"He tried to spare them, I assume." You sigh, giving him a reassuring smile in hopes that he won't let it worry him. "It's okay. Thank you, Sej, for telling me, but it's really not a big deal."

The knowledge that Coryo ruined his costume on purpose was eating you alive. The feeling of dread sat deep in your chest where it apparently couldn't be drowned out with more wine or posca or anything that you could find or was offered to you. It made you so horribly sad, that even though you couldn't seem to find your boyfriend in any room of the large house you weren't sure if you even wanted to.

Talking to strangers helped, meeting new people. Some people you shared classes with, and you could mostly discuss that. It was a lot of explaining and reexplaining that people in the Districts were more or less normal, just with less access to resources. You got a few laughs out of that, but a surprising amount of understanding nods. Maybe all hope wasn't lost.

You were here to have fun. It wasn't like Halloween parties back home, and the sheer volume of boys in their own father's old peacekeeper uniforms was chilling to you. Even back home, where you knew those old uniforms were lying folded up in an attic somewhere, very few kids would dare touch them even to make a joke out of it. You couldn't take it anymore, deciding to just step out onto the back patio to get some fresh air.

The air hits your lungs and brushes over your skin, instantly giving you chills but you don't mind. Hearing talking over to your right, you take a look only to see Coryo with a few of your classmates, smiling as he leaned back against the wall of the house. A couple of faces you recognized, and one you didn't.

You smile as you walk over to them, squeezing in next to Coryo. "Clemmie, Livia. It's good to see you." You smile at them, and Clemmie gives a polite nod while Livia just takes another sip out of her glass while the other boy with them just continues talking.

"I don't believe we've met, sorry." You smile at him during a break in his story, extending a hand to him. "My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

He laughs, hesitantly shaking your hand. "Festus. Festus Creed." He tells you.

"Lovely to meet you, Festus." You grin. "Are you a friend of Coryo's?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He chuckles and you look up at your boyfriend who suddenly looks annoyed, rolling his eyes.

"I just love meeting his friends." You smile excitedly. "Are you studying at the university? I haven't seen you before." You say, folding your arm around Coryo's and he tenses up, not so subtly shaking you off.

You look up at him for a moment, a confused smile on your face from his actions.

"Would you mind giving me some space?" He asks coldly, almost glaring at you. Your eyes flick to his, but it's dark. They're cold, icy blue even in the poor lighting. His cheeks are flushed, but maybe that's from the chill.

"Oh, sorry." You laugh nervously, taking a step back and abandoning your conversation. "I... um, I'm gonna go get some water. It was nice to see you." You wave quickly to his friends, turning and heading for the door.

"Sorry, apparently my tribute gets touchy when she drinks." You hear Coriolanus laugh behind you as you enter the house again. It was met by laughs from the rest of the group he was with, and your heart dropped practically out of your chest and onto the floor. You wouldn't have been shocked if you looked down and saw your white dress absorbing the remains of your heart.

Your white feather angel wings catch on the curtain of the door as you close it behind you, and you want to scream and rip them off as you feel tears well up in your eyes. You look around for your best route of escape, feeling the familiar tightness in your chest begin to build.

You'll have to go along the wall- clinging to the outside of the room as you avoid the chaos of the middle in an effort to make it up to Sejanus's room. You'd be alone there.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you keep your head up, eyes locked on the entrance to the foyer with the large staircase, which you know you can take to get to your friend's room. Your fight or flight is kicking in, you think, as the music and laughter and voices fade into nothing. You almost expect the familiar clang of a metal weapon to sound out in front of you as it slams into the wall- but you have to make a very conscious effort to remind yourself that you aren't in the arena anymore. Even if it felt like it more and more with every step.

Shutting the door to Sejanus's bedroom, you quickly shuffle over to his bathroom and lock yourself in, freezing when you catch a look at yourself in the reflection. She was hardly a reflection of you; tear-stained cheeks, angel wings- when you knew that these days you were just about the farthest thing from it. You had changed. You hardly recognized her, and that's the thing that forced you to look away.

You don't even hear someone enter the room until there's knocking on the bathroom door. "Y/N? Are you in there?" Lyssie asks, concern dripping through her tone.

You sniff, quickly wiping your eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, I just need a moment." You choke out, trying and failing to keep your voice steady.

"Are you okay?" She asks through the door, wiggling the handle now. "What happened?"

"I'm fine just fine." You insist, laughing nervously as you look down at how badly your hands are shaking.

"Can I come in? Can you open the door for me?"

God, how you wished it was Lucy Gray on the other side.

But Lucy Gray isn't here. Lysistrata Vickers is all you have- so with shaky hands you reach for the door and unlock it, letting her in. She won't hurt you, you're sure.

Her eyes are already wide with worry as she gets her first glimpse at you. "Oh, Y/N, what's wrong?" She asks, stepping in and quickly closing the door behind herself. "Here, sit down..." She nods to the floor, which has clearly been recently cleaned. Even so, she pulls a towel from the rack and lays it out for you to sit on.

"I'm just a little too drunk." You sniff, trying to dismiss her worries, and slide down against the wall on top of the towel she laid for you as sobs take over you.

"Want to tell me what happened?" She asks again, hurriedly reaching for a smaller towel and wetting it with what you assume is cold water, wringing it out before joining your side on the floor.

"Nothing." You shake your head and bring your hands up to cover your face as you cry into them. "I can't... I can't tell you."

"Okay, that's okay..." She soothes you. "Here, this will help. Can you move your hands for me?"

She doesn't want to touch you, no one really does. You lower your hands, squeezing them tight together in your lap as she carefully reaches up to dab the cloth across your forehead. It does feel good on your burning skin.

You focus on taking deep breaths, trying not to embarrass yourself any further.

"There you go..." She smiles. "You're good at this."

You laugh through your tears. "Well, it comes with my title, I guess." You sniff, wiping your cheeks again.

"I'd bet..." She hums. "But you're doing great."

You just nod slightly, running through lines in your head out of nervous habit. "I love him, oh, I love him; but he won't let himself be loved."

You don't even realize you're saying it out loud to yourself until Lysistrata speaks. "Is it... Is this about Coriolanus?" She asks, and you don't want to tell her that it's a quote from a story of her namesake because ironically, she is right, and ironically, that was the only line you could think of when you strained to remember any of it.

You nod slightly, biting into your lip and letting your shoulders shake with the latest round of sobs.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She gently rubs your shoulder. "He's... He's not very sensitive to people's feelings. I know that. Just try not to take it personally. It's not your fault."

"How could it be anyone else's?" You sniff. "I embarrass him... But I try so hard to be good. I try so hard..." You cry, wet eyes making it hard to see.

Lyssie looks at you, a little confused. "What did he say?" She asks.

"That..." You hiccup, trying to breathe through it so you can explain better. "That I needed to give him space, all I was doing was standing next to him." You sniff again, wiping your eyes. "And he called me his tribute to his friends- it made me feel just sick... And earlier Sej told me that he ruined the costume I made him on purpose, we were supposed to match! Now I just look like I'm desperate for people to like me- dressing up as an angel when everyone here knows what I did! I don't know what I did wrong... Why does he hate me now?"

She watches you silently, trying to put together the pieces. 

"I don't understand." You say again, shaking your head. "He told me he loved me this morning! I don't know what I did to change that..."

"Sorry, he said he loved you?" Lyssie asks, eyes wide.

You nod slightly, looking over at her. Why does she seem so shocked?

"Wait, Y/N..." She pauses, shaking her head slightly. "Are you guys like... together?"

"Mhm." You swallow, wiping under your eyes. "But apparently not anymore."

"Oh my god, I had no idea." She stammers out, snapping out of her shock to pat the cloth on your head again.

"You didn't?" You sniff. "He didn't tell you?"

"No." She shakes her head, but quickly continues. "I'm sorry, he doesn't tell much to anyone, though..."

You let out a shaky breath, leaning your head back against the wall. "I should have known this couldn't work. I feel so stupid."

"He shouldn't have led you on like that..." She replies quietly. "I don't know a whole lot about you, but I know you're not stupid. I also know that Coriolanus always gets what he wants, one way or another."

"I just want to go home..." You cry, shaking your head. "I want to go home."

Lyssie looks back to the door, gently dabbing the damp material across your forehead. "I'm going to go get Sejanus, okay? Can you hold this on your head for me?" She carefully passes the cloth into your shaking hands and you nod, leaning your head down against it instantly.

She gets up and leaves, carefully and quietly closing the door behind herself. If one person in this city knew even a little bit about what you were feeling or how to help, it would be Sejanus Plinth.

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Enough is Enough | Sidney Crosby

summary: when you push Sidney to his limits, he decides to teach you a lesson.

trope: dads friend

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual scenes, p in v, oral (m receiving!), legal age gap (reader is in college!), degradation, fingering, swearing.

word count: 2.49k

authors note: I’m gonna start this off with saying that the reader x dad friend trope is not one that everyone will like so if you don’t, don’t read it! oh and @hischierhaze should seriously like never leave me unattended ever again, cause this was a lot. To find the rest of the cellly you can see the masterlist here!

This was meant to be the summer of rehabilitation for you.

Your dad wanted you to recover after a year at university that almost landed you in jail on more than one occasion. As he was at his wits end with you lashing out.

Sidney was meant to be someone who could talk some sense into you, but as he stayed up waiting for a fourth night in a row for you to return with not even a word or a heads up to where you were. He realised he was on the end of a losing battle.

Before he’d just remind you to tell him about where you went but tonight as his anger mixed with the whiskey on his tongue Sidney saw your shorts and crop top and it caused him to lose it “where have you been kid?” He asked turning on the light in the living room as you looked like a deer in headlights “out Sid.” It was the same answer you gave him each time “some of the guys wanted to go get drinks.” You explained with a shrug moving to push past him.

Sidney stopped you as he wrapped his hand around your arm “we aren’t done here y/n.” The hockey player shook his head as he looked down at you “you either tell me where you are going or you don’t go out at all.” His voice was strict reminding you about his angry side.

Yet instead you found it amusing as you laughed “you gonna ground me or something?” You smiled rolling your eyes causing his grip around your arm to tighten “really should when you act and dress like this.” His free hands fingers dragged over the end of your shirt.

It made you frown “like what Sid?” You pressed his buttons as you pulled away from him “see you thought of something so say it.” Your arms crossed as you tilted your hips to the side.

Sidney pushed his hand through his hair as his nostrils flared “god you are such a wimp.” You spat shaking your head as he stood in silence watching as you walked to the stairs “you’re acting like a slut okay!” Sidney groaned honestly deciding that you were the reason why he decided not to have kids.

As you both soaked in the reality of what he had said “y/n wa-” Sidney tried to get himself out of the hole he had fallen into you were too fast running up the stairs to then shut your bedroom door with a slam “I’ll show him what a fucking slut is.” You mumbled looking at yourself in the mirror one last time with a smirk on your face.

Over the next few days that was exactly what you did. Sidney knew you were doing it to get under his skin as he watched your outfits grow tighter and shorter as your behaviour grew more present. You were now flirting with guys in front of his face, from the man in the grocery store to the neighbours son. What killed him was how he was forced to bite his tongue.

But when you eventually walked out of your room in this yellow bikini and nothing more than a baseball jersey that you left unbuttoned. Sidney didn’t think he had much more that he could take until he realised an important factor, that bikini top didn’t have cups. So as you walked into the kitchen after tanning outside Sidney knew he had to take defeat “so could you?” You asked waiting for his answer.

Sidney felt his cheeks turn warm as he shook his head “can you repeat that f’me?” He asked realising that he had missed what you said “asked if you could put some sun screen on my back before I go back out?” You repeated yourself as you sucked at the popsicle between your lips.

He nodded looking away as his pants strangely grew tight “y-yeah sure.” Sidney stammered as the first place he looked ended up being your breasts causing you to smirk “they look good in this one don’t they?” You brought your hands brush down your waist.

It made Sidney cough “I saw you staring at them, there’s no need to be ashamed.” You cooed stepping closer to him “we shouldn’t.” His voice was coarse as he tried to step away from you.

But the hockey player stood against the counter now trapped “all I’m saying is that you do what you want and touch them.” You used your fingers to trace over your nipples that were clear under your top “they are just begging for you.” You knew you were playing with fire as your teeth caught your lower lip between them.

Sidney felt himself grunt “my dad said he wanted you to help me out after all.” Your voice was soft as you used your fathers words “you’re gonna get me into so much fucking trouble.” The hockey player groaned nervously lifting his hand “there you go.” You cooed as you helped bring his hand to cup the one side of your bikini.

He loved feeling how his large hand was able to fit your entire breast in it “fuck baby.” The hockey player watched his thumb drag over the aching nub “need more Sid.” You whined placing your hand on top of his.

The hockey player nodded sucking at his teeth “what would your dad say if he saw you begging like this?” It stroked his ego as he brought his other hand up to repeat his actions on your other nipple as well “happy I’m not in trouble.” You found the situation amusing as you smiled “oh but you are baby.” Before you could question what Sidney meant he spun you around and pressed your chest against the kitchen counter.

It made you gasp as his hand kept your torso from pushing up “you think you could get away wearing this?” The hockey player used his opposite hand to hook under the waistband of the panties letting it snap against your skin “answer the question.” He snapped making you whimper “no Sid.” You shook your head struggling to think of where you could put your hands as Sidney moved to stand behind you.

He loved his angle seeing how vulnerable you were in front of him “wanted to piss you off.” You explained in a soft tone trying to stop him from hearing you “and you still think I should make you feel good?” Sidney laughed at your naivety “I can be good!” You nodded excitedly as you agreed “we will see about that.” Sidney mumbled sucking at the lobe of your ear.

It should have made you hang your head in shame how you pushed your ass against his crotch “the last few days have been hell.” He grunted squeezing the skin of your ass before he slapped it “what are you gonna do about it?” You gasped feeling him massage the previously abused skin.

Sidney felt his cock grow even harder as he pulled you back up so you could look at him “gonna finally shut this mouth up.” His hand pushed you to the ground as you dropped to your knees.

Your mouth watered as you watched him undo the strings of his shorts before he hooked his fingers into the waist pushing them to the ground to reveal his cock that stretched out the front of his boxers “look at you all excited.” The hockey player smirked as he watched you bring your hands up to trace your fingers around his boner “don’t tease me baby or else I’ll leave you looking all desperate on the floor.” His words made you whimper as you finally did what he wanted and revealed his cock as his boxers follow the same way his shorts did to the floor.

You knew Sidney would have been big but as you licked the swollen tip of his cock you began to wonder if you could take all of him “thin ice y/n.” His voice grew angry as he stared you down. It made you nice as you wrapped your lips around his cock forcing as much of his length into your mouth.

Sidney groaned feeling your tongue against the bottom of his cock “your mouth is so good.” He muttered watching your head begin to bob “you’re taking me to so well.” The boy cooed bringing his hands to your hair making a makeshift ponytail.

It helped him guide your movements forcing you to take more of him “fuck.” Sidney whined as you swirled his cock in your mouth and your throat constricted around the tip of his cock as you took all of him.

He felt his eyes roll back as you gagged “Sid,” your voice was muffled as your fingers slid down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms so you could tease your clit.

As Sidney began fucking your throat he felt himself grow dazed “looking so pretty down there.” The boy dragged his fingers through your hair to your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes “finally being a good girl f’me.” Just as the hockey player said that you mewled at the feeling of your fingers against your clit.

It made Sidney think you craved praise but instead when he saw your body shifting over nothing it made him pull you up by your chin “you really are a naughty girl.” The hockey player sighed shaking his head as he pressed his hand against your slick bottoms.

Before you could attempt to apologise Sidney kissed your lips as he picked you up finally setting you onto the counter as you looked at him. It felt suffocating as his tongue slid into your mouth not caring as he could taste some of his salty precum on your tongue “gonna fuck you like the slut that you are.” His hand lay a smack to your ass causing you to jump as you nodded.

Anticipation filled your veins as he peppered kisses down your neck whilst he undid the strings on your bottoms “up.” He offered causing you to force your hips upward so he could move your bottoms away.

His cock stood dangerously close to your cunt as he pulled you to the edge of the counter “you want this baby?” Sidney asked using the tip to tease your clit “fuck yes.” You nodded as he finally decided that teasing you was now too much for him.

You gasped as Sidney bottomed you out, not taking the time to let you adjust “god.” You groaned as your eyes screwed shut “it’s just me y/n.” The hockey player placed his hands on your hips as your legs locked around his waist.

Feeling nice Sidney stopped giving you the moment to let your cunt stretch around his cock “need you to move.” You forced the words out as you tapped his side now feeling him bottom you out “knew this cunt would be just as good as your mouth.” The hockey player kissed your lips as he caught your lower lip between his teeth eating a whine from you.

His thrusts began to quicken as he craved the sound of your moans “all yours.” You moaned pecking his lips “you realised being a slut ain’t no fun now?” Sidney laughed as you cupped your breasts trying to bring yourself more pleasure.

You fidgeted at the bikini material as he shook his head “slut f’you.” You whined as his hands replaced yours “let’s get this off.” Sidney grew irritated as he eventually ended up ripping the fabric apart “Sid!” You scoffed seeing your top now sat in two pieces.

His nose brushed over yours “I’ll buy you a hundred pairs more if you’ll let me rip them like that.” The kitchen felt hot as the windows were open meaning that anyone who walked past would have heard the acts that were going on in there. But somehow that made you feel so powerful “can rip ‘em all.” You nodded tugging your fingers through his curls when he lowered his lips to your nipples.

Sidney swirled his tongue around your sensitive buds making you clench around his cock “you liking this baby?” He locked his eyes with yours as his teeth grazed your nipple when your phone began to ring from the side of the counter.

It made you look with wide eyes “i-it’s my dad.” You croaked making his cock throb “answer it doll.” Sidney used every pet name in his arsenal as you remained frozen “answer or I stop.” His warning was enough to make you reach over to grab your phone.

On the other side you hear your dad breathing as you answered “hey princess how are you?” The cheeriness in his voice made you feel sick as you gripped at your phone “I’m good daddy.” The last word was moaned followed by a cough as you tried to cover yourself up.

Sidney smirked moving his lips from your nipple to your neck “look what do you want?” You complained tightening your legs around Sidney’s waist “just checking in, is Sid keeping you busy?” The hockey player let out a soft laugh as he heard the words “yeah gotta go!” You were quick to hang up as Sidney placed his fingers against your clit.

It didn’t take you long until you arched your back against the counter “you close?” Sidney asked pecking your lips “so close.” You nodded biting your lip as you went quiet “if you want to come you’re going to have to apologise.” The hockey player warned making you nod.

Skin slapping echoed through your mind “didn’t mean to be a bad girl Sid.” You cried as your skin felt hot even with the marble beneath you “promise to be your good girl forever.” The claim was bold but in that moment you planned on keeping your side of it “let me ruin this pussy for all of those college kids back home.” You moaned at his possessive tone.

All you could do was nod “it’s all yours Sid.” That sent him over the edge “milk my cock baby when you fucking come.” His order made you gasp in pleasure.

Your legs shook as incoherent whines came from your lips as you come “fuck!” You cried as you felt Sidney come shortly after you did.

His hand pressed against the counter next to you to make sure that he didn’t collapse “there you go pretty girl.” As the hockey player let his cock slide out of your soaked cunt it was quickly replaced with his fingers that pushed both of your releases back into your core “surely you didn’t think I’d let you misbehave that easily now did you?” Sidney had a devilish smirk as he began to finger you.

You were in for a long day.

#ambers 500 celly #Sidney Crosby smut #Sidney Crosby imagines #imagines #oneshots #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #hockey smut #nhl smut #amber writes fics

[lycheeloving]

Another multiverse yandere!Bruce fic, with special guest the Flash! It kind of got away from me and Bruce isn't even in this a lot... but I still love it tbh

again, i imagine this being at a time where you've been with Bruce for some time and have mostly accepted that you won't be getting away from him

Once again warning for typical yandere stuff, kidnapping, implied past noncon, minors dni. Oh and gn reader!

You're in the Batcave, sitting on Bruce's lap while he's typing away on his Batcomputer, researching something. He's in full Batman costume, which is hard and uncomfortable to sit on, but at least you're only sitting there and "warming him up" (as he puts it), instead of cockwarming him. Gotta be grateful for the little things. Actually, it's more like he's warming you up, because the suit must be warmer than what you're wearing (which isn't a lot), but, whatever, same difference.

At some point he pushes you off, stands up, growls out a "Don't touch anything, I'll be back soon," and proceeds to rush out of the cave in the Batmobile. Did he just leave you alone in the cave? Right next to all of his gadgets and the supercomputer?? You consider trying to contact the outside world for a second before coming to the conclusion that this must be a test, no way is he leaving you here alone if there's actually a way for you to get help! Probably.

Right as you've decided not to touch anything, the screen starts flashing with: "Incoming Video Call: Batman". What? Is he seriously calling you now? He's definitely trying to trick you into touching something, just so he'll have an excuse to punish you. No way are you falling for that! You're absolutely not going to push the button that would accept the call, even though it's glowing so enticingly... Also, what if he really needs your help (even though you have no clue what you could do to help Batman) and will punish you for not answering? Or better yet, he's seriously injured and you'll get to watch him die. That thought gets you to accept the video call.

...That's not Batman.

You stare at the guy who called you, and he's staring right back at you, seemingly just as confused as you are. Is that the Flash?? Isn't he supposed to be dead?

"...You're not Batman," he mumbles mostly to himself, then starts talking a bit louder. "I mean, I guess you could be Batman? I just was expecting you to look like more like my Batman. Not that he's my Batman, just, the Batman from my universe, I mean. Sorry. Are you Batman? You could totally be Batman, and just not be wearing the suit at the moment!"

"...I'm not ...Batman, he's... out, right now. You're the Flash, right? How are you- Why did it say Batman was calling? Wait, what do you mean by your universe??" This is too much information for you to process at the same time.

"Oh! Um, I'm from a parallel universe! Bruce somehow got his computer to be able to contact people in other universes and I'm pretty sure he built a portal thing, too... Anyways, I'm in the Batcave right now because Bruce is still on his way back and sent me ahead to call you, or, well, your Batman, to 'save some time', but I guess that was useless because Batman isn't here..." He stops rambling for a second, before adding: "Also I'm beginning to think Bruce just wanted to get rid of me, nothing we're doing currently is that time sensitive, and-"

"Wait, back up, did you say portal?" You cut him off before he can start monologuing again, sniffing an opportunity for escape. "Hypothetically, if someone were to go through that portal, could they stay in the other universe indefinitely, or would the universe or the person that went through the portal start falling apart or something...?"

"I don't think there's any issues with staying in a parallel universe! It's pretty cool, actually, the-" He stops himself from saying anything else. "Wait, who are you? I probably shouldn't be telling you all this. Are you, like, in a relationship with Bats? I mean, who else could get into the cave. And you're not wearing villain-who-broke-into-Batmans-lair clothes... or sidekick clothes..." He mumbles the last part to himself.

You can't stop staring at him. Just who is this guy? In spite of the weirdness of the situation it's actually really refreshing to be able to talk to someone who isn't completely stoic all the time (and hasn't kidnapped you). "I guess relationship is the most accurate? I mean, being kidnapped, locked up and kept as a fucktoy is a type of relationship, right?"

You say it as nonchalantly as possible, watching for his reaction to see if he thinks kidnapping people is normal, but it's looking good for you, because he's gaping like a fish out of water. "Y- Youre- by Batman? Bruce? That's- I don't-" He stutters, before awkwardly chuckling. "Ohhh, you're joking, right? You got me good, I almost believed you... Ha ha..." He doesn't seem entirely convinced.

You stare at him unblinkingly. What must his Batman be like for him not to believe you? Certainly nicer than yours. "Look, believe whatever you want, but could you do me a favor and open that portal? Bruce said he'd be back soon and I'd rather not be here when that happens, because he told me not to touch anything and instead of listening to him I answered your video call. He'll be super mad at me. Oh and this is the only real chance of escape I've ever gotten so I'd like to take it, please."

Something about the way you said it must have convinced him to believe you, as he mutters a quiet "...Alright," and before you can blink, he skids to a halt behind you through the already opened portal. Well, at least there's no doubt about him being the Flash, that was fast!

"Whew, that portal thing was harder to activate than I thought!" Thank god for super speed, you didn't even realize he was struggling with it. "So, um, what now? Do you just... come with me to the other Batcave?"

You look at him with stars in your eyes. Is this what it's like to be rescued by a superhero? You could cry, are you actually going to escape? No, not yet, you might trust him, but what about the other Batman in his universe?

"Sorry, just, are you sure your Batman isn't, like, secretly evil? Not keeping anyone locked up in his stupid manor?" He shakes his head vigorously. "I'm sure! He wouldn't- I know him, he would never even think about kidnapping anyone! And I definitely would know if there was someone locked in his manor, I've run through every room in his place way too often as to not have noticed someone trapped in there. He's a good guy, just, kind of stoic. And he hates fun. But he wouldn't hurt a fly! You know, unless it's an evil fly that needs to be stopped..."

Hm. Yeah, your Batman definitely hurts you sometimes and you're 99% sure you're not a supervillain or otherwise evil. "That sounds... convincing enough." You remember your shock bracelet and gesture towards it. "Um, could you please take this off of me first, before we go? It shocks me as soon as it detects that I've left the manor, and I don't want to find out if a parallel universe manor counts..."

He tries his best not to look as shocked as he feels while he inspects it carefully, then goes: "Um, wait a second, let me just-". He disappears and reappears in a flash. "So, I checked to see if maybe there's a manual for this thing somewhere, but I couldn't find anything. So I went through the entire manor, and guess what else I didn't find... Alfred!!" You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I guess that's what made your Batman so unhinged, sometimes I think Alfred is the only thing left standing between Batman and utter darkness..." This Alfred guy must be a total ray of sunshine then, you can't wait to meet him.

"So, what are we going to do about the shock bracelet, then? I'd rather not be in pain the entire time, but if you can't get it off that's still fine, as long as I can come with you..." "Oh, um, let me just-" Again, faster than you can blink he does something and the bracelet falls away from your wrist. Unfortunately, right as it hits the floor, an alarm goes off in the cave. Shit. You both grimace at each other, you should have know that the bracelet would send some kind of signal to Bruce as soon as it's no longer connected to you.

"Can you somehow disable his portal-making machine so he can't immediately follow us? Because I think we should leave right now, he's probably on his way back already!" You immediately go through the portal, not wanting to wait any longer. Even if Bruce can follow you, you'll have people protecting you on the other side. You think you can hear the Batmobile returning. Shit.

"Yeah, I should be able to-" You close your eyes and when you open them again, the portal to your universe is gone. A weight falls off your shoulders. "I messed with some wires on the other side, which closed the portal, but I was able to get back here just in time before it fully closed. He shouldn't be able to follow us. At least not immediately, he probably knows how to fix it, but this should buy us some time."

"Thank you so much. And I'm glad you made it back, I wouldn't want you to end up like the other Flash..." You sigh in relief. "The- What? What happened to the other Flash??" "Oh! Um, he's dead." You grimace sheepishly. "Sorry, that must be weird to hear."

His face goes pale. "You know what? I'm not even gonna ask what happened to him. I don't want to know. No, wait, I do want to know, how did he- No, don't tell me, whatever I say, do not tell me what happened to him."

You go to respond, but are interrupted by a sudden, loud: "Flash! Who is that?"

You flinch at the sound of his voice and turn around to face him. The Batman. Bruce Wayne. He only sounds like that when he's really angry. Your entire body screams at you to run and hide, or better yet, to apologize and beg. You've learned that hiding from him is pointless. He always finds you, and it only makes things worse. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes, while he eyes you suspiciously. It's not him, you remind yourself. It's not him. He just looks the same.

He stops looking at you and turns to Flash instead. "You were supposed to contact the other Batman, not kidnap some terrified civilian." The Flash looks insulted for a second, before responding with an indignant: "Actually, I'm not the one who kidnapped them!". Batman narrows his eyes, then sighs. "Just explain why you thought it was a good idea to let a stranger into the Batcave."

You take half a step behind Flash before he begins explaining. "Turns out your other Batman kept them locked up! Your source for information and help is a kidnapper! Why are you even working with that guy? Did you know?" To his credit, Batman actually looks guilty after hearing that. "I didn't know, but I have to admit, I didn't look into him as much as I could have. Should have. Usually I look into every single detail of someone's life before working with them, but him looking and acting exactly like me must have made me lower my guard. It won't happen again, I assure you." He looks at you apologetically. Well, as apologetic as the Batman can look, which isn't very much, mostly he just looks stoic. But still, not an expression you've ever seen on your Batman, nor something he would ever say. You calm down a bit. This guy won't hurt you.

"So, um, is there anything we can do to stop him from following us?" You speak up quietly. "I mean, Flash messed with his portal machine or whatever it's called, but that won't stop him forever! He's obsessed with me, he won't just give up!" You start panicking again, maybe you were wrong to think you could ever be free.

"We'll think of something, I promise. We'll keep you safe. You have the whole Justice League on your side." The Flash nods in agreement to Batmans statement. You tentatively start feeling hopeful again, even if this doesn't work out, you'll at least have gotten a taste of freedom.

#sorry for the abrupt ending and also if some of this doesn't make sense 🙏 #wait no I'll stop apologizing for my writing. Hope you have as much fun reading as I had writing this!! #yandere batman #batman x reader #yandere batfam #yandere #x reader #reader insert #yandere dc #lycheewritings #yandere!batman #yandere bruce wayne #yandere!bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #dark!bruce wayne #dark!batman #dark bruce wayne #dark batman

[misterblanc]

react (pt. II)

toto wolff x fem!reader

summary: toto takes his game one step further.

warnings: dirty talk, smut (sex toys, humiliation kink, mean!toto, daddy kink, squirting), inappropriate use of a bow tie [18+ MINORS D.N.I.]

notes: my need to get dicked down by this old man will never tire. check out part one if you haven't yet! (ignore the fact that i wrote pt. 1 in past tense, i hadn't yet learned that i'm much more comfy with present 🤪)

words: 2,689

❣️ dirty thangs under the cut ❣️

"I’d feel sorry for you if fucking your brains out wasn’t going to be the highlight of my evening.”

Toto's crude words echo in your brain as he half leads, half drags your overstimulated body down the hallway to the elevator, making you nearly trip over yourself. Your legs shake as your nerves are set on fire from the continuous vibration inside of you.

"Toto," your voice barely rises above a whisper out as he punches the call button. "Please, can you turn it off just until we get to the room?"

He takes a beat to look at your quaking body - your eye makeup is starting to bleed from your sudden onset of tears that arose when he had you pinned against the wall, and a red flush is covering your chest, blooming out from underneath the sodden material of your dress. He loves you like this, wide-eyed and on the brink of breaking down for him, and he's never wanted to fuck you more. But instead, he says:

"Now, why would I want to do that," he smiles wickedly, "When I'm having so much fun?"

The bright ding of the elevator arriving nearly makes you jump out of your skin, and Toto roughly pushes you inside ahead of him. Before the doors even close, he has a hand wrapped around your neck and is backing you up into the mirror - the same one in which he had lovingly admired you only a while ago.

The bare skin of your upper back makes contact with the cold glass and Toto roughly slits a leg in between yours. The sensation of his muscular thigh tensing beneath the wool of his tuxedo pants draws a gasp from you. Only the thin scraps of fabric of your gown and drenched panties separate the two of you, and you desperately begin to seek friction with his leg, grinding your hips down.

At the feeling of your pelvis rolling against him, he lets out a small laugh.

"Look at you, so desperate to cum that you're actually humping my leg."

You let out a soft whine as you begin to relieve some of the tension that's been boiling inside of you, threatening to spill over at any second. The rolls of your hips begin to quicken and Toto is fast to clamp his free hand onto your hip, fingers digging into the plump skin painfully hard, hard enough to stop your movements.

"Don't you dare cum, schatzi," he warns, eyes fiery and fingers tensing around the column of your neck. "If you cum, I'm not going to touch you for a month. When I told you I couldn't wait to get you underneath me I wasn't fucking around."

Another ding signals the stop of your floor. With that, he withdraws his leg, leaving you somehow even more strung out than when you entered the elevator. He doesn't wait for you as he walks down the hallway, and you practically have to peel yourself off the mirror to follow after him.

As soon as the door to the hotel room closes behind you, he removes his tuxedo jacket, throwing it haphazardly across the king-sized bed. You clock the frantic motion - you know Toto wants this just as bad as you do, even when he plays up the cold and uncaring side of his demeanor. Toto catches your eyes and looks at you expectantly as he undoes the cufflinks of his dress shirt and begins rolling the sleeves up to his elbow.

Your skin heats up at the sight of those muscular arms and you're reminded of how much power Toto truly holds over you, both mentally and physically.

"Why aren't your clothes off, schatz?" he asks pointedly. "Don't just stand there staring at me."

Wordlessly, you slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, the soft material falling to the floor where it pools around your high heels. Shame fills you when you push your wet thong down and feel the cool air of the room hit your wetness and your hard nipples. You crouch down to hide your nakedness and start to unbuckle the straps of your heels when Toto snaps his fingers at you.

"Leave them on," he says sternly. "And don't try to cover yourself up, either."

Your face grows hot at the authority in his voice and you tentatively begin to stand up, limply dropping your arms at your sides.

"Knees." Toto commands, beginning to undo the knot of his bowtie.

"What?" you squeak out, confused.

"I said," he repeats tersely, sliding the tie off his neck and pointing at the space on the floor just beyond the foot of the bed. "Knees. I think toys make you a bit dumb, darling. Or maybe you had too much to drink back there?"

Your cheeks flush at his crude words but you follow his instructions, knees sinking into the soft carpeting of the room. You're still fighting the instinct to cover up when he walks behind you and roughly pulls your arms behind your back, crossing them at the wrist just above the curve of your ass.

"What are you doing?" you gasp softly.

"Since you're obviously having a hard time following instructions tonight," he taunts, slipping the satin material of the tie around your crossed wrists. "I think you need a little reminder of who's in charge here."

He punctuates his words with a harsh yank of the tie, and you realize he's tied your wrists together. He steps back around in front of you and when you look up you feel the ache between your thighs grow stronger.

All 6' 5" of him practically towers over you, and he's just so painfully handsome, with his sharp bone structure and brown hair that's verging on the edge of wild from absentmindedly raking his hands through it during dinner. When you first met him, you were intimidated by his appearance and commanding personality, not to mention the largeness of, well...everything about him. You didn't know then how quickly and easily he could oscillate between soft and mean, or how much you'd love the feeling of him breaking you down bit by bit. He brings a hand down to cup your chin, caressing your tear-stained cheek with his thumb.

"I probably didn't even need to tie you up, all I had to do is say 'hold your arms behind your back and don't fucking move,'" he smirks, now stroking the pad of his thumb over your quivering bottom lip. "And you're such a good girl, you just listen. You'd never disobey Daddy, do you schatzi?"

His thumb slips into your mouth then, leaving you only able to shake your head side to side in response. You curl your tongue over the digit, sucking your own tears off of it gently and looking up at him through your wet lashes.

Toto looks at you with an almost adoring look on his face and reaches his free hand down to stroke the crown of your head, his fingers pushing loose strands of fine hair away from your face. The tender moment is short-lived, though, and he suddenly pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and is quick to replace it with his middle and ring fingers, shoving them roughly against your tongue.

You whine at the metallic taste of his wedding band and the hand lovingly stroking your head moves to roughly grip the hair at the base of your scalp, forcing you to crane your head up towards him. He uses the new angle to push his fingers deeper into your mouth and you gag around the thickness of them.

"Open that pretty mouth up, liebling, I know you can do better. You take Daddy's cock all the time, no?"

It doesn't take long to turn you into a drooling, needy mess, shifting your thighs together as you let out frustrated, muffled whines. Somewhere in the cloud of need and spit and his fingers in your mouth, you barely notice that he's finally turned off the vibrator. The dormant toy, while still creating a fullness, is nothing compared to what you want - the familiar feeling of his dick stuffed inside of you.

He makes quick work of his suit pants, unzipping them only enough to release his cock from the confines of his underwear. It springs up, the tip hitting the bottom of his toned stomach, and you feel your mouth reflexively begin to water when you see pre-cum collecting on it.

Toto fists his length with one hand, leading it to your waiting mouth. Your wet tongue welcomes his heaviness, drooling around his warm cock as he slides lower in your throat.

You can only moan around the thick warmth pressing down on your tongue, gagging as he thrust his hips forward and bottomed out at the back of your throat. His grip on your hair tightens as his pace picks up, the lewd, wet sound of him fucking your mouth filling the large room.

"That's it, baby, fuck, taking my cock so well."

His hungry brown eyes don't break from yours as he bobs your head in time with his hips, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth, gagging each time he forces the back of your throat open wider to make room for his thick cock. He finally allows himself to moan and the sounds go straight to the tightness between your legs.

"You fucking love this," Toto chuckles, fluttering his eyes shut in pleasure, head tipping back. "You little slut - you're desperate to cum in the lobby where anyone could see you, but as soon as you get a cock in your mouth, you can't think about anything else."

He pulls you off him then, strands of drool still connecting his throbbing length to your red, slick lips. His voice is low and rough when he orders you to stand up. You stay down, trying to catch your breath as your chest rises and falls rapidly, the spit from your face starting to drip onto your chest.

"It wasn't a request, schatz."

He doesn't waste time picking you up by your waist and throwing you onto the bed, making you land uncomfortably on your back with your arms pinned beneath you. He quickly sheds the rest of his clothes before he's on his knees on the floor in front of you, his height still making him loom over you despite the difference with the bed.

"D-daddy" you whimper, struggling against the binds. "Please..."

"Please, what?" he teases, prying your thighs apart to wrap his arms around them, yanking you down the bed even further so your ass is almost hanging off the edge.

"Please...touch me - I'll be good, I promise. "

"I'd make you beg for more, liebling, but right now you look good enough to eat."

Toto's hand snakes up to touch your soaking folds, running a fingertip up and down them, stopping to circle your weeping hole where the base of the pink silicone is sticking out. He gently pulls on it and you let out a soft cry at the feeling of its fullness leaving your weak, overstimulated body. You're finally exposed to him with nowhere to hide.

"God, look at you. Soaking Daddy's fingers like a little slut. I could practically smell your pussy at that table. I wonder if anyone else could, hmm? You think Lewis could smell how wet you get for me, baby?"

"No, Daddy!" you whimper, your bottom lip wobbling.

Suddenly, he swings his hand forward to slap the wet mess between your legs. “I want you to cum for me.” He repeats the action, again and again, getting harsher with each spank. 

He alternates the rough slaps with dips of his fingers inside your tight core. The combination of the movements and the filthy wet sounds of his relentless attack on your cunt quickly push you over the edge, and spasms spread throughout your body. You feel senseless, the relief almost taking you out of your body.

"That's it, squirt for me," he growls, landing another sharp slap on your cunt. "You've already made such a fucking mess on my hands, cum and make some more."

Your vision goes white as your arousal floods out of you, wetting his thick fingers and spreading down to the veins of his muscular forearms. It's seeping into the sheets of the bed beneath you and you know you'll be the one to have to shamefully make the call down to housekeeping to get the bed changed.

You feel the bed dipping with his weight as the world comes flooding back to you. With the edge of your heightened state finally being taken off, your senses can take in more of him now - the smell of his expensive cologne, the softness of his skin, and the weight of his body on top of yours. You're still too weak to move, even when you feel him moving in between your legs, the heat of the head of his cock dragging up and down your soaking folds.

"Been thinking about fucking you all night, love," he murmurs, dipping his head down to fit into the crook of your neck.

You both groan in unison when he finally pushes the tip in. Toto bites your neck at the feeling of his length sinking in, disappearing into you inch by inch.

"You've been so good for Daddy, schatzi," Toto purrs, nipping at the skin of your neck as his hips begin moving. He's stretching you out so good, filling you up to the brim to the point where you can't even speak. "You don't have to do anything except take my cock and let me use your sweet cunt, okay? Just have to let it happen...take whatever I give you."

He fucks into you hard then, pulling your hips up to meet his pumps as a loud squelching and skin slapping fills the room. Your breasts bounce in time with his movements, rocking against the broad expanse of his chest. It's better than what you had been imagining all night as you sat and suffered at that table, in the hallway, in the elevator, and on your knees. You start to whine as you feel that familiar sensation begin to build again when his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you, and he pulls his face away from your neck to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

"Cum on my cock, baby" he murmurs against your lips, pounding into your pussy with unspoken ownership. "Be my good girl, be Daddy's good girl."

You cry into his mouth as you come undone, the walls of your cunt clenching around his thickness.

"That's right, baby, Jesus, you look so beautiful when you cum."

You can tell by the way his hips are stuttering that he won't last much longer, and you wrap your legs around his waist, hooking him in and forcing him deeper inside of you.

"Please cum inside of me, Daddy" you beg, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

He praises you and your cunt endlessly, the words spilling out of his mouth as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier

"So fucking good, just for me, shit - so fucking tight-"

"Fuck!" he curses one last time before emptying himself inside of you, the pulsations of his cock making you ache in the best way possible. You can feel his spent leaking out of you and onto your inner thighs as he collapses on top of you, your spent breaths and moans mixing together.

His breath is warm on your neck as you both come down from your orgasms. Toto lifts his head when he finally catches his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"Was I too mean?" he asks huskily, eyes searching your face for any sign that he had gone too far this time, overstepped a boundary.

"No," you sigh contentedly. "You were perfect. Now, can you please untie me?"

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hellouuu, I saw you Wirte for hobie brown (and I’m literally in love with him) and I wanted to request something. Like one day he stays over and says something like”I just wish there was more action in town” bc there wasn’t much going on that week and soon after that r gets into danger and it’s kinda hurt/comfort? PLEASE

Jinxed

Had to do a fic w my boy kendrick 🙏🏽🙏🏽

You listened as he talked, he was on his floor and you sat behind him and oiled his hair.

“Y’Know, sometimes I wish there was just more action. It’s gettin’ boring with missions and all that.” He said.

“So you don’t wanna spend more time with me?” You teased.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He sighed. “Jus’ saying it’s borin’ is all.”

“I’m just messing with you. No, that makes sense.” You said, he talked some more and when you finished he got up.

“Thank you. I’ll be out for a few hours, but I’ll be back soon.” He said, putting on his jacket. “Don’t forget to-“

“Yeah, yeah, keep the door locked.” You rolled your eyes and waved him off.

“Yeah. I love you.” He kissed you.

“Love you too.” You said, he opened the door and left. You locked the door, and you sat down on the couch.

You hung out for about an hour, when you heard a loud crash in the room. You jumped up, and slowly went to the kitchen. You grabbed a knife when something- or someone- kicked you in the back. You yelped and fell over, dropping the knife.

You fell, and groaned in pain. Then some other people came in.

“What the fuck.. you all look like the goddamn swat team!” You shouted as they grabbed you, one of them grabbing their guns and hitting it on your head, and knocking you out.

They went downstairs, and quickly into their van, to which they put you in the back.

When you got to the warehouse, and you woke up, you immediately looked at the watch you always had.

It was there.

Your hands were tied, but you moved them, your fingers pushing random buttons, until it started to beep. Everyone looked at you, in confusion of what the noise was.

“Sorry. It’s my alarm on my watch, y’know…”

They couldn’t get the watch off so they waited until it shut up.

They waited until some huge guy walked in, and he was menacing for sure.

“Y/n L/n. We know about you and the spider.”

“Ohhh, you mean my boyfriend? Or soon to be husband. He doesn’t like labels.”

“Yes. Hobie Brown. We are trying to reach him, but can’t seem to do so on our own. So, lovely, here’s what we’re gonna do.”

“I think you just ruined the word lovely for me.”

“First, you’re going to shut up unless I ask you a question.”

All of his men decided to point their guns at you, so you did shut up.

“Next, you are going to tell me where he is, or every time you don’t , I will make sure that you suffer for it.”

“So where is he?”

“I would tell you but-“

A loud slap, right across your face. You just looked at him and smiled.

(Like the Loki scene LMFAOO)

“I’ll ask again, where is he?”

“What if I said I don’t know?”

He punched you this time, you groaned and looked down in your lap.

“Bullshit. Tell me now.” He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Nah, kiss my ass.”

He started to get angry, and put his large hands around your neck. You struggled to breathe, and then someone came kicking down the door. Hobie.

The men’s henchmen started to run towards him, Hobie webbed them to wall with no problem.

“Hands off, man.” He said, the man took his hands off your neck. You looked at him.

“So, you came?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here now would you shut up?” He said, looking at you a bit panicked but tried to remain calm.

The man ran towards him, and the rest was a blur as you caught your breath. Hobie came up to you when it was over, untying you.

“I’m sorry. Oh god I fucking jinxed it-“

“It’s not your fault-“

“You got into this because of me-“

“Hobie. Listen, I love you.” That made him stop untying you for a moment.

“I love you, and if I got into trouble it dwouldnt matter you know why? Because I know you’ll come for me.”

He took off his mask, and kissed you.

“I love you.”

You smiled. “Alright, but can you please untie me already?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

After you were untied, you both walked for a while before you got tired.

“C’mon.” He said, and grabbed you. (Kinda like mj and Peter in no way home)

He started to swing as you hid your face in his chest, laughing.

Once he landed, he made sure no one was following him this time and took you upstairs. And led you to the bathroom.

“Alright, sit down.” He said, you sat down on the closed toilet seat.

He checked out your face, and then your neck. Hand shaped red marks on your neck, and you cheek where he punched you.

He furrowed his brows as he focused and lifted up your face, examining your neck and face.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, genuine. He grabbed some ice from the fridge, putting it in a towel and putting it on your face.

You held his hand that was currently on your face as you looked at him.

“It’s not your fault. Okay? It’s nobodies fault.”

He nodded, and looked at your hands.

“We’re gonna be alright.” You said.

He smiled “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

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(Can you tell I’ve never really written a villain?)

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[jjunieworld]

32. just ask and i’ll show you ⸝ ˚⋆ 

↳ mostly written, some texts. word count: 2.9k

please read the author’s note at the bottom!!!

warnings: this chapter is basically smut lmao. kinda soft??, unprotected sex (stares), marking, kinda switch!soobin and switch!reader(?) idk there isn’t really sub/dom dynamics, fingering, petnames (baby), creampie, cockwarming, aftercare

the whole car ride over to soobin’s—yes, he finally did get a new car—you had to convince him the entire time that you did want to date again. “soobin, we are literally driving over to your place to have sex… are you kidding me?” you laughed. your face was extremely flushed with the whole conversation and you’re sure that if soobin’s eyes weren’t on the road he would comment on it.

soobin’s eyes glanced over at you briefly at the same time he as pushed his glasses up his nose bridge. “i’m just making sure! we’ve only hung out a couple times since the whole sunghoon thing, and now we’re about to get down and dirty!” he smiled, chuckling. you scrunched up your face a little, “do not say down and dirty… and i wouldn’t have called you my boyfriend if i didn’t want to date—“ you whipped towards him, “—do you not want to be my boyfriend?”

soobin scoffed playfully as if offended as he glanced over at you again, “are you kidding me? no like seriously…” you giggled and leaned your head against the passenger’s seat as you looked at him. “then that’s settled! we’re boyfriend-girlfriend!” you exclaimed. soobin shook his head slightly and laughed, “good, because i can park the car and we can go right here, right now—again—if there’s still any confusion.”

you pushed his shoulder lightly, letting out a loud gasp. “you’re nasty! why would you bring that up!” you hid your burning face with your hands and looked away towards the passenger’s side window. soobin’s laugh grew, “i’m just saying! you didn’t believe then, and that was after we already had sex. in the bed, in the shower, in the car… just ask and i’ll show—“

“stop!” you yelled and the car was filled with laughter. “i get it, i get it!” embarrassment—and something else that you won’t name—filled you. “just drive the damn car!” you added.

as soobin unlocked his door you were anxious with anticipation. were you two moving too fast? you haven’t even kissed yet! soobin pushed the door open and turned to you, grabbing your hands. “we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” soobin said seriously. you stepped inside, him behind you.

you were ready, it’s felt like a lifetime without him and you didn’t want to wait another second. turning to him, you said, “i want to. i’m ready.” soobin shut and locked the door. he then took your hands in his again, a wide smile on his face. “i missed you so much!”

he started walking backwards, you following. giggling, you replied, “you did?” soobin nodded, laughing lightly. he looked at you like you had just asked him the silliest, most obvious question ever. “i did!” he replied. you didn’t realize that he was leading you to his bedroom until he opened the door while still looking at you. “and i missed taking your clothes off, too!”

“oh!” you laughed, holding a hand to your mouth as he pulled you inside and shut the door. “how romantic…” you teased. soobin chuckled and pulled you into a kiss, his fingers going under your shirt to hold your bare waist.

he pulled away and grabbed your hand, pressing his lips to your fingertips. “we can just talk and hang out if you’re not ready,” soobin spoke softly. you just gave him a look, “i’m ready!” before he could ask you again you started to take off your clothes until you were left in just your matching black bra and underwear.

soobin’s eyes widened at you as his eyes shamelessly looked you up and down. his hands hovered at the sides of your waist where they were before. you raised your eyebrows at him. as if a lightbulb turned on in his head, he blinked a couple times and then jumped into action. quickly pulling off the white flowy button up he was wearing, soobin’s lips were on yours in an instant.

his hands traveled your body as he backed you up towards the bed. when the back of your knees hit the bed, your lips pulled from his as you forcibly sat down. you looked up at him and he stared down at you with wide eyes. “fuck…” soobin muttered and he pulled his pants down. your eyes trailed down his body and to his huge bulge that looked like he was gonna rip his boxers.

you pull your panties off and move backwards on the bed, watching as he took his boxers off and his cock sprung out in full glory. soobin crawls towards you on the bed, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before pulling away and moving down. “no…” you breath and he looks up at you from between your thighs, confused. “i need you… not your mouth,” you add shyly. you’ve been dripping with need since he had picked you up from your dorm room.

soobin lifted his head and tried to hide his smirk. he pressed soft kisses to your skin as he made his way back up your body, stopping at the band of your bra. “can you take this off for me?” soobin asks in a low voice and looks at you. your whole body felt on fire as you nodded. soobin pulled away for you to sit up.

you reached behind you for the clasp, soobin’s eyes never leaving yours, and undid it. tossing the bra to the floor with the rest of your clothes, the two of you were now completely naked. you felt the heat of soobin’s stare over your body and squirmed under him slightly. pulling his head towards yours, your lips met his to try and smooth some of the awkwardness.

soobin’s hard cock kept brushing against your stomach, making you whine lowly. “soobin…” you whimpered and pulled away. his lips were on your neck then, sucking pretty marks onto them. “let me get you ready, baby,” he said, his hand trailing down your stomach. you moaned at his touch, arms wrapping around his neck and face burying deep into it.

his thumb rubbed circles into your clit as he moved to press his lips on yours, seemingly satisfied with his work on your neck. you moaned against his lips at the sensation and soobin took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.

when you started to roll your hips up, whimpering into his mouth, he pushed two fingers into you with a smile on his lips. you couldn’t help the lewd moan that came out of you as he pumped them in and out of you. you threw your head back onto the pillow with your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. “fuck… that feels so good,” you murmured.

soobin continued, humming as he kissed and marked your breasts. you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened and moaned out, “i-i’m gonna cum…” soobin pulled his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss. he shushed you lightly, lips pecking yours, “i wanna feel you.”

looking down, soobin lined the tip of his hard cock with your entrance. he started to slide it inside you, watching your face for any discomfort. once he bottomed out, he stayed like that—unmoving, for a moment to let you adjust. “i really did miss you,” soobin whispered, brushing his nose with yours.

giving him a kiss, all you could do was chuckle lightly. you were too distracted with how fucking badly you needed him to start moving. too distracted with the feeling of him inside you again. running your fingers through his hair, you said, “if you d-don’t start moving, you’re gonna start missing me again.”

laughing as your motion pulled his head back slightly, glasses falling down on his nose bridge, his hips started to roll into your lightly. breath hitching, you shuddered out an exhale as your eyes squeezed shut. you wrapped your legs around his hips tightly.

soobin’s head fell into the crook of your next, heavy breathing and whimpers coming from his mouth as he thrusted faster. you let out a moan as your fingernails dug into soobin’s back. at this moment, you couldn’t even feel bad at it. all you could think about was how soobin’s cock was ramming in and out of you and how good it felt.

that familiar knot tightened and so did your grib on soobin. you whimpered out, not able to speak as your walls clenched around his thickness. soobin moaned at the feeling, bringing his lips down on yours into a sloppy kiss. “i’m so close, baby…” he whimpered. “cum for me… cum on my cock, baby.”

his thrusting didn’t stop. the tip of his cock hit perfectly against your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back slightly and squeeze shut. he was just so big. soobin’s hand came down to your breast, stimulating your perked nipple. you moaned loudly as you squirmed under him, you couldn’t take anymore.

whimpering against soobin’s shoulder, your sweet release covered his cock in creamy white. soobin threw his head back in a moan. “y/n…” he whimpered. you could fell his cock twitch as your walls clenched more around him. a moment later, warmth pooled inside you as soobin filled you up even more. “f-fuck…” he whined lowly, pressing his forehead to your as his eyes squeezed shut.

after a couple moments of laying like that, and of catching your breaths, you started to squirm again. grinding your hip up slightly, you pressed kisses to soobin’s cheek. “want more?” soobin asked, a little breathy, and you nodded.

he flipped the two of you over so that you were now straddling him. cum dropped out of you and onto soobin’s lower stomach. soobin gripped your hips and started moving them back and forth, “ride me, baby.” you pressed the palms of your hands onto his stomach as you began rolling your hips back and forth, eyebrows furrowed and moans on your lips from how sensitive you were.

you moved faster, stomach tightening as you looked down at him, “b-binnie, it feels so g-good…” your thighs were burning, but you didn’t care. soobin’s hands were aiding you and you were sure you were gonna have bruises at your hips from how hard his fingertips were pressing into your skin. “mmm, k-keep going,” soobin whimpered out, a moan following. he stared up at you through hooded eyes, glasses slid down his nose, and his mouth open. “keep going, baby.”

you fell down onto his chest when you began to clench around him again. soobin wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, his hand rubbing circles into your back as he started thrusting upwards. “you did good, baby. let me help you,” he whispered huskily in your ear between moans. not a moment later, you felt yourself cumming around him again with trembling thighs.

“f-fuck, y/n…” he whispered in a low voice. his hands moved to hold your hips, keeping your body steady as he slid in and out of you. filthy sounds filled the room and a moment later soobin’s thrusts faltered slightly as he came inside you again. soobin slid you back down onto his cock and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing a kiss that made you shudder to it. he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.

“thank you, binnie. that was amazing,” you said once your heavy breathing resided. you turned to look at his side profile. “there’s no need to thank me, but it was amazing. better than the first time,” soobin replied and you giggled. “first three times,” he added cheekily and you sat up slightly. “what did i say earlier!” you exclaimed as your face heated.

he laughed, the sound vibrating your body and making you bite your lip. “what! it was three times. i’m just clarifying!” he laughed harder once you slapped his shoulder lightly. you laid back down on his chest and tried not to think about the fact that he was still inside you.

soobin was playing with the tips of your hair, when he said softly, “i’m sorry about the whole sunghoon thing again… i don’t know, i guess i was just blinded by everything. i really thought i was about to lose you.” a smile spread over your face and the two of your hearts beat in sync. “it was never gonna be him. it will always be you, soobin,” you stated. you watched as the smile formed on his face, yours growing with it.

“you know, the night of your birthday… when nobody could find you until taehyun did… i know you didn’t want to see me, so i made him go out and search the streets for you. i was a complete mess, but i was so relieved when he found you,” soobin breathed, his eyes closing like he revisiting the feelings. “he said he was letting you sleep in his dorm since you didn’t want to go back to yours and i just had to see you. had to make sure you were alive. you were asleep when i got there, but i just couldn’t leave you alone… not after what just happened…”

soobin opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze. “i just sat there, head laying on the table, watching you, making sure you were breathing. the entire night. i couldn’t even sleep, could barely blink. just stayed like that until morning. taehyun said i had to be gone before morning cause he didn’t want you to wake up pissed, but i stayed longer anyways. until i saw you start to stir.”

if you thought back on it, very very vaguely you could remember warmth on your forehead and the sound of the door closing softly. soobin pulled away slightly so he could look at you. “i even wrote you a note for you to take the medicine i left out that i made look like it was from taehyun and forced myself to leave. i’m really really sorry, y/nie. words will never be able to express how sorry i am.” you pressed your lips to his softly as you cupped his cheek.

“i forgive you, i already told you that. it’s okay,” you spoke. you thought back to the morning after your birthday. soobin wrote the note? your mind conjoured the image and you almost wanted to laugh at how you didn’t even realize that it was his handwriting. your heart warmed at the fact that he watched over you that night, even if past you would’ve been pissed about it. “i know,” soobin said, forehead pressing to yours. “i just needed to tell you.”

soobin sat the two of you up, you letting out a gasp and him a small moan as the both of you realized that he was still inside of you. steadying yourself, you looked down as you began to slide off of him, the sticky cum between the two of you spreading. soobin’s eyes were squeezed together when you looked at him, mouth pressed together tightly. you had to stifle your own moans.

once soobin was completely out of you—and your fingers were no longer digging into his shoulders and his your hips—he took you to his bathroom so the two of you could shower together. soobin gave you his clothes to wear and the two of you were on his couch, cuddled up next to each other as a movie played on the tv that the two of you weren’t watching.

you were giggling as he told you about all of his tweets he made when the two of you were apart that he made. “it was really bad…” soobin trailed. “and to make it worse, i went to the beach to think of you and you were actually there! i thought i was imagining things so i was just staring at you for like ten minutes straight trying to figure out if you were real or not.” you laughed at that and pressed your lips to his smiling ones.

“so that was the eyes i was feeling on me!” you exclaimed and soobin nodded while chuckling. “yeah… and then i was like ‘no… now this is getting creepy’ so i left. but i did get a picture of you!” soobin pulled out his phone to show you and your laugh grew louder. “oh my god, you stalker!” you said teasingly and then rested your head on his shoulder. “i’m happy you were there for me during my bad moments… even if i didn’t know it,” you smiled at him.

soobin kissed your forehead, “always. i’ll always be there. i love you, y/nie. you already have my heart.” you giggled a little. “i love you too, and you know you already have mine.” and in the setting sunlight, your hearts called out to each other in sync.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: there’s only 3 more chapters left (besides the two bonus chapters i have planned)!!! so if any of you want some bonus drabbles send in an ask!! thank you all so much for enjoying this smau thus far, i’m really happy you’ve all liked it! ♡

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[creedslove]

I'm thinking about you often and wish you peace and quiet ♥️ even if we don't talk much, I consider you as a friend and I care about you.

What about Joel and his wife not talking, they have some quiet days. Wife is not happy, because Joel is not helping around the house and being busy at work, Joel forgot about her birthday. After he got home from work, his wife was like... gone.

He was going crazy, because she was not answering the phone, and it was late already. When she finally returned home, he was asking where she was, and it turned out, she was spending time with her friends, because they celebrated her birthday that Joel forgot about.

"Joel, do you even love me? I'm not angry, I'm just little tipsy and sad. Do you want divorce? Because I see we are not doing so well nowadays. I love you, but you are not loving me back, don't you?"

Joel is shocked and little angry. How his wife, most important person on earth for him, can think stuff like that. He loves her, he loves her so deeply, but he is not willing to admit that.

"you say dumb things, you are drunk, go to bed." Results in weeping and sniffles.

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: thank you thank you thank you honey, I love you so much you have no idea how much better your ask made me feel, your words are so sweet. I consider you my friend too, you're incredible honey 💕😘 love you 💋🫂

Also, this ask being so close to my bday (2 weeks from now) hit differently, so I'll change it just slightly to fit an idea I'd been working on, if it's okay? Love you 💕

INSPIRED BY THE SONG: I hate this part - Pussycat Dolls

• Joel grinded his teeth as he focused on the road; it was dark, raining and hard to see and he couldn't be angrier to be out so late at night having to pick you up from a night out with your friends; you knew he had work the next morning, so why did you do that to him? Not to mention the ugly stare you were giving him, which caused him to groan again

• you on the other hand, couldn't believe his nerve to give you shit like that, what was he even thinking about? You didn't know if Joel was acting up to punish you or if he had literally forgotten about it, it annoyed you to death, but annoyed wasn't really the right word, it angered you, because you never dreamed your husband could be that insensitive towards you

• Joel was driving faster than usual, he gripped the steering wheel and you could tell his knuckles were white, you sighed and looked out the window, disbelief growing as Joel wasn't going to say anything at. all. it was just so unfair of his reaction, considering he was the one acting up like a major asshole and not the other way around

• it hurt and angered you, he had no right to treat you like that, especially not after he was doing, he had no right to do so and when he ignored you a couple of times you called his name, you had enough

"stop the car, Joel!"

"what? No, I'm not gonna stop it"

"stop the car right now Joel, do it or I'll open this door!!!"

• you raised your voice at him, something you had never done it, but at that moment, it didn't matter, he'd pushed your buttons and you didn't want to be around him at all

"STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"

• you yelled again, and he finally pulled over, there were still a few blocks until you got home, but you didn't care, you got out of the car slamming the door behind you and didn't look back, it baffled you what a jerk Joel was really being, it didn't make any sense to you

• Joel on the other hand was so angry, he couldn't even word how pissed off you made him feel at that moment, he parked the car and went after you, groaning at how stubborn you were being

• it didn't take very long for him to reach you and grab your arm, pulling you closer

"what the fuck are you doing?!"

"it's my birthday you asshole! My fucking birthday and you forgot about it! Or you simply don't care about me to the point of not saying anything... Does it make any sense now that I was out celebrating? Because my fucking boyfriend couldn't remember"

• you said just as angrily, you were tired of Joel acting up as if he was the right one and not you; you broke free from his grip and walked away, you didn't want anything to do with that man at that moment

• Joel was shocked, his heart shattered at his own insensitivity and shook his head; he'd indeed forgotten about it, he'd just been so absorbed and stressed about work it simply slipped away from his mind

• but it didn't matter, he knew how bad it was and how deeply he'd hurt you and Joel wasn't going to forgive himself just as he knew you wouldn't forgive him either

• he asked you to wait, he needed to apologize and see what he could do to make things better: perhaps there was still time to take you out for dinner? Maybe the malls were still open and you could pick a present for yourself?

• but it wasn't as simple as he thought, when he asked you what he could do to redeem himself, all you did was shake your head and sigh

"there's nothing to be done, Joel... About this or about us... I think we should break up"

• you said and began walking away from him, at that moment, you and Joel couldn't be together anymore, it broke your heart but it was what you had to do

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Too Much!!

part II of Everybody Talks!!

pairing: cinephile!charlie walker x melophile!fem!reader

summary: charlie does a favor for you, taking you up on your promise of returning the favor.

wc: 1132

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (p in v), oral sex (f! receiving), virginity loss, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, creampie

“No fucking way,” Charlie says, leaving the classroom quickly, leaving you to stumble after him on wobbly legs sore from sitting on your knees.

“Come on, Charlie. Please? It’ll be just one night,” you follow him, begging despite the ache in your jaw.

“Yeah, but if I let you go then all of your little followers are gonna wanna come too. It’s my film festival, I’m not gonna let it be ruined by a bunch of music nerds,” Charlie says, rejecting your request to attend Stab-A-Thon once more. 

“I will not tell anyone where it is or let anyone follow me. Please, let me go and I will do anything you want,” you reassure him, holding onto his arm to keep him from walking away. 

“Why do you wanna go so bad?” He asks, changing the subject.

“Does it matter?” You shoot back.

“Whatever. But you can’t go back on your word,” he says, wrenching his arm out of your grip to leave.

Charlie and Robbie plan their final Stab-A-Thon, and Charlie forces himself to send you an invite once all the preparations are made. He’s still not sure why you want to go, you’ve never wanted to in the past, but he didn’t think you’d wanna come just to flirt with some guy. It’s disgusting, watching you fawn over the unknown partygoer.

Not even Kirby’s half-hearted compliments can distract him from you, from how your hand trails from his bicep to rest on his shoulder, from how you laugh and smile at whatever dumb joke he made, from how angry he feels that it’s not him you’re gushing over. What makes that guy so interesting? So funny? So deserving of your affection?

He’s a little tipsy, on his second drink of the night, the first movie just about to end. Still watching you instead of the movie, he waits until the guy walks off to presumably refill your drinks, two cups in hand as he heads towards the coolers. While he’s gone, Charlie walks up to you, deciding he wants his favor returned now. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Charlie asks, taking the guy’s place in front of you.

“Yes, very much. Thank you for the invite,” you say, looking behind him.

“Do you remember your promise?” He asks, irritated by your inattention. 

“Of course. Why? Finally know what you want?” You ask, now focused on him.

“Yes,” he answers, savoring your attention. 

“Tell me tomorrow, and I’ll make it happen,” you say, moving to walk around him, but he stops you. 

“No, it has to be tonight,” he says, pulling you out of the farmhouse to one of the smaller, private abandoned structures on the property.

“Fine. What do you want?” You ask, following him away from the party.

“I wanna fuck you,” he says, pushing you into the withering shack. 

“And this couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” You ask, turning around to watch him enter after you, slamming the decrepit door shut. 

“No,” he says, approaching you slowly, not quite sure what to do now that he’s alone with you. 

“Alright then, let’s be quick. I wanna be back in time for the second movie,” you say, pulling him towards you until your back meets the wall. 

“Why? I thought you hated movies,” he says, breathing heavier as you palm him over his jeans. 

“I don’t hate movies, I just love pressing your buttons,” you say, guiding his hands to your chest. 

“You really do,” he says, thinking of the guy he just stole you away from. 

“So are we gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me?” You ask, your hand squeezing his cock teasingly. 

He whirls you around until you’re facing the wall, shoving you forward until you must brace yourself with your arms. You lean forward, pushing out your ass for him, not expecting him to lick you over your panties when he flips your skirt up. They fall to the ground easily once he pulls them past your knees, licking your cunt messily, hands holding your hips still as you try to jerk away from the wet muscle.

“Charlie,” his name leaves your lips in a whine. 

“Oh, that’s right. I’m sorry, you wanted this over quickly,” he says, standing up and unbuttoning his jeans. “You wanna get back to the movie and that fucking asshole,” he says, his jeans and boxers pushed down his knees. 

“Just fuck me,” you beg, pushing back against him as he holds the thick tip of his dick at your entrance. 

He gives no verbal response, only thrusting into you until his hip bones are flush against your ass. Stilling for a moment, his head spins as he experiences the tight heat of a pussy for the first time, and he realizes he may have overestimated his endurance. His hands grip your hips firmly, nails digging crescent moon shapes into your skin, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you woke up with bruises in the morning. 

With the way he has you bent over, you feel like you’re being split apart. It’s a pleasant ache, sending white hot pleasure through your very bones. You’re grinding back against him greedily, urging him to move already. 

“Charlie, please,” you moan sweetly, pushing back until you feel his hip bones digging into your skin.

“Fuck,” he groans, finally moving. 

He curses as he fucks you, from the pleasure and for his overconfidence. Embarrassingly close to cumming, he reaches one hand around in front of you to swipe his fingers over your folds. His movements are clumsy, he’s not quite sure what he’s looking for, but eventually he finds the small bud. Rubbing circles on your sensitive pearl, your legs begin to shake from the stimulation, clenching tighter around him.

“Did you just–” you begin to ask, feeling your walls flood with warmth.

“Shut up and take it,” he interrupts you, grunting with every thrust. 

Despite his premature ejaculation, he doesn’t stop. It’d be way too embarrassing if he didn’t make you cum, and he’s not gonna let you hold that over him. So, he rubs his cock raw inside your pussy, too fucked out from his self-inflicted overstimulation to hear the whimpers leaving his mouth. 

It’s sinful, the noises he makes as he’s slumped over you. He’s all you can feel, around you, inside you, he’s all you can hear, moaning right next to your ear, dick pushing out the cum he’s already released inside you. You squeal when his movements become desperate, milking his cock as you cum, and he has to bite your shoulder to suppress the cry he lets out as reaches his second orgasm. 

“Still wanna go back and watch the movie?” He asks, catching his breath. 

“Only if you watch it with me,” you answer, teasing lilt in your voice.

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The Judgement Day’s Girl (part 16)

Part 16

Warnings:

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Y/N woke up in the morning without any improvement from the previous night. Not great. She checked her phone. Nothing from the four she really wanted to see. Her father messaged her. Which she will get back to later in the day, but nothing from Judgment Day.

Y/N sat up, grabbing a hoodie from her bag. She quickly puts it on and grabs a room key. She makes her way out the door, closing it quietly, not wanting to wake the three in the room. 

She finds the room that Judgment Day was staying in. She puts her hand up to knock. She prevents herself from continuing. Was she really wanting to do this? 

She looks. They should be up by now. Finn and Damian should be awake by now. Rhea and Dom would still be sleeping. Should she even try? Damian was so mad at her yesterday. She leaves with a sigh. 

She suddenly hears a door open. It was the one she was just standing at. Finn stood by the door, gazing outside. She turns her head back around quickly. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He questions.

She turns back around stuttering, “Uh, I just, uh, lost my room and I’m trying to find my room.”

“You’re on the wrong floor,” he replies.

“Oh gosh. Wow, that’s right, I am. Well, I might as well get going. Bye,” she blurts.

She starts heading to the elevator, but Finn stops her. Damian is at the door. Her breath hitches. She hears more feet making their way to the door. Now Dominik and Rhea are standing in front of Damian. Dom is rubbing his eyes and Rhea is just staring at the girl.

“We said we don’t want to see you for a while,” Rhea states.

“Do you know what that means?” Damian questions. Y/N doesn’t answer. She knows what it means, but she doesn’t want it to mean what it means. 

“It means you leave us alone. We leave you alone,” he says, pushing Dom and Rhea into the room again. He grabs Finn’s hand and pulls him into the room. She just watches as the door closes. She shouldn’t have done that. She had a premonition about what would occur. 

She looks at her phone. Opens it and messages her dad. She wants to call him. 

“Hey dad,” she says.

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?” he replies.

“Do you think you’d be able to get me time off just until Monday?” she asks him.

“I can try. Is there a reason why?” Adam questions. Fully knowing the reason.

“Well, I want to talk about it to you at home please,” Y/N says.

“Okay, I’ll talk to the boss for you. I know how you hate speaking about personal things,” he says.

“Thank you so much. I love you, dad,” she says, walking to the elevator pressing the button. She wasn’t aware of the one person listening in on this conversation through the door that was just recently shut. 

“I will start packing my things properly then,” Y/N says.

“Yeah okay. The girls will be excited to see you and so will I,” he says.

“Okay bye. I love you, dad,” she says, as the elevator door opens.

“I love you too, honey,” Adam says, hanging up the phone.

She walks into the elevator, happy. She’s so happy to see her family again. Not only that, it’s also the fact that the Judgment Day won’t see her. It’s like they wanted. She’s not bothering them. They aren’t bothering her.

“Oh, you guys are awake,” Y/N says, closing the hotel door.

“Where were you?” Iyo questions.

“Well, I went to talk to them. That didn’t go well. Now I’m going home till Monday. Dad is calling the boss because he’s more persuasive than I am. Soooo,” Y/N replies.

“We are happy you’re going home. You need it,” Bayley says. “We were actually going to talk about you taking time off.

“Okay, so can you guys drop me off at the airport after I order this ticket?” Y/N questions.

“Of course we can,” Dakota says.

“Oh, my god! You guys are so much help,” Y/N says. She gets her wallet out, ready to put her card in for the ticket. 

“Okay, are you ready?” Bayley asks.

“Uh, yup. I’m ready to travel to see family,” she answers.

The four girls walk out of the room. Dakota helping with Y/N’s bags. Y/N was a bit nervous to go in the elevator. She might see Judgement Day. It’s not likely it’s earlier in the morning they don’t get out of their rooms yet.

“Hey, how many more house shows are there?” Y/N questions.

“I think two. Then we get to go home till Monday,” Dakota answers, while walking out of the elevator. Y/N nods.

The ride to the airport went by fast. Y/N liked that. The faster it went, the faster she got away from Judgement Day. The faster she gets to her family. Especially her sisters. She is missing them so much. 

“Alright, thank you guys so much,” Y/N says, hugging them. 

“Have fun going home,” they all say.

Y/N gives them an air kiss, turns on her heel, and walks away to the entrance. She gets her ticket and lets them have her big suitcase. Next was security. No matter what, she was always scared. It’s always overthinking like what if there was a bomb in her backpack that she didn’t know about? 

After security, Y/N checks her phone and notices there are only 30 minutes left until she has to board the plane, so she makes her way to her gate. She was so ready to see her family. 

It was like a blink of an eye and Y/N was at her destination. She was so excited to get her bag from the overhead bin, get her luggage, and go to her dad’s house. That’s exactly what she does. 

She messages her dad telling him that she landed. He informs her that Beth and the girls don’t know that she’s home early, so it was like a surprise for them. The girls of course, were at school, so the first one she’d be surprising was Beth. 

She grabs her keys out of her bag and manages to find her car in the whole wack load of them. She finds it easier with her dad being out on holidays to drive her own car and just pay for parking. If she is gone for longer than 3 weeks, she’ll get someone to drive her to the airport. 

She got her bags into the car and hopped into the driver’s seat. She could barely contain her excitement. Yes, she sees them like every week, but it’s the same exact excitement. 

She pulls into the driveway of her dad’s house and parks. She gets out of the car and just walks in the door. Her dad is in the kitchen. He hugs her tight. When they pull away, he points to the upstairs and mouths ‘office’. 

She nods and slips upstairs. She locates the office and opens the door quietly. Beth is too focused on her work to even notice. She then wraps her arms around Beth’s shoulders. Beth jumps and turns around. She gasps and gets up to hug the girl properly.

“Why are you home so easily?” Beth questions.

“I had some thoughts, and I felt like I needed a break just until Monday,” she replies.

“I’m glad you’re here, honey,” Beth smiles. “Oh, the girls don’t know you’re here. You could pick them up from school.”

“I could,” Y/N exclaims. 

“Yeah, just tell your dad you’re going to do it. I have to get back to work,” Beth says, sitting down on her chair again.

“Dad,” Y/N exclaims, dragging out the ’d’ while running downstairs.

“Don’t trip, but what?” he questions.

“Mom just suggested that I go pick up the girls,” she says.

“Oh yeah, go ahead,” he says.

“Is the pickup spot still the same?” she questions.

“Yes. Take my truck so they think it’s me,” he replies, handing her the keys.

She takes the keys and gives him a kiss on the cheek. It took around 15 minutes to 25 minutes to get to their school, so it’s best she leaves now. Y/N was so excited to pick up her sisters it feels like forever since she last saw them. 

Y/N pulled up to her sister’s school. She parks in the parking spot and waits for her sisters. The doors to the truck open and her sisters hop in.

“Hi da..,” Lyric says before stopping.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N!!” Ruby exclaims.

“Hi girls,” she says, laughing.

“What are you doing home early?” Lyric questions.

“Well, I was having trouble with some other superstars and I just needed to step away,” Y/N replies.

“Do we need to beat them up?” Ruby questions.

“Oh, you can if you want,” Y/N laughs. “Ready to go home?”

“Yes!!” the girls exclaim.

The entire ride home, the girls were telling Y/N things about school, their friends and even some stuff mom and dad did. They didn’t stop talking til the front door opened. The girls ran upstairs to put their stuff away.

“Did they talk your ears off?” Adam asks.

“Oh they did,” Y/N chuckles, “but I missed it. I’m glad to have time off.”

“I mean with what you’re going through with those four,” he says.

“Yeah, I can tell you about it when the girls are asleep,” Y/N says, giving her dad a hug. 

Neither of them pull away. It has been so long since they last embraced each other. Y/N felt calm for the first time in a few days. She was away from everyone and everything that made her worry. She was just with her family. 

“Dad!” Ruby yells, running down the stairs.

“Be careful, but what?” He questions, pulling away from his eldest daughter. 

“What’s for supper?” She asks.

“Well, I think it’s shepherd’s pie,” he replies.

She then nods and runs back upstairs, yelling at Lyric. Y/N laughs. She missed this. The yelling and laughing, even the squealing. Adam smiles at his daughter. From what Dakota was telling him, she needed this break. 

“Hey, how about you go take a nap. I know you want one and we’ll wake you up when supper is ready,” he says.

Y/N nods. She gives her dad a kiss on the cheek and walks up the stairs. When she opens her door, her room is clean. Beth always cleans the room when she leaves. 

Even though she has her own apartment, she likes to stay with her parents. She doesn’t want to live there all the time because she’s 24, but she hates being away from her family after so long. 

Just as soon as Y/N’s eyes closed, her phone buzzed. She picks it up. It’s Bayley. 

They seem lost know that you're gone-Bay Bay

Well, that sucks for them. They don’t want to see me- Y/N Bear.

It does. How’s being at home?-Bay Bay.

It’s good. Dad has sent me for a nap so have fun with the house show!!- Y/N Bear.

Y/N doesn’t remember much after she set her phone down. People jumping in her bed awoke her. It’s her sister and dad. 

“Wake up, it’s suppertime!!” they all exclaim.

“I’m up, I’m up,” Y/N laughs. 

The three get off the bed while she pulls the sheets off of her. She gets out of bed with her sisters pulling on her arm. They pull her all the way to the kitchen table. They sit her down and sit on either side of her. She helps the girls dish their plates before getting her own. 

“Oh my god mom, this is so good,” she says.

“Thank you,” Beth says.

“Y/N, are you gonna be changing anything now that your heel?” Adam questions.

“I might talk to Vince, Hunter or the creative team about changing my theme song. I think maneater is not my thing anymore,” she answers.

“But I liked maneater,” Ruby says.

“That doesn’t mean we have to stop listening to it. We can jam to it every car ride if you want,” Y/N laughs.

“What are you thinking?” Beth asks.

“I’m thinking of something by Alter Bridge, maybe Open Your Eyes or Addicted To Pain. I’m still deciding though,” she replies.

“Of course, your style is going to change,” Adam says. 

“Yes! I’m kinda hoping you, mom or some other older superstars could help me. I kinda want it to be you guys or them helping because you’re all a big part of my life and with the help, it would just get some meaning,” she says.

“I could help you contact some of them, like uncle Jay,” Edge says.

“That would be amazing,” Y/N smiles.

The rest of summer was just full of random conversations and laughter. This is just what Y/N needed. She didn’t even think about what happened yesterday. Though the question keeps going through her mind every once in a while. Why are they so upset that she’s talking to her father?

They’ve already voiced that he was going to keep her sheltered and he’s holding her back, but there has got to be more to it.

After supper, Y/N played Barbies with her little sisters. Helped them with their night routine. Once the girls are in bed and sleeping, Y/N makes her way back to the living room. She sits down next to Beth.

“Wanna tell us what happened?” Adam questions.

“Yea, I do. I think it’ll be better for me to talk about it,” Y/N replies.

“So, when we were having our minor argument, they stepped in basically. They were telling me that you were holding back. I’m in your shadow. I didn’t really like what they were saying, but I did,” Y/N continues.

“They were trying to get you away from your father,” Beth says.

Y/N nods. “Then I had a sleepover with them. It was amazing. That’s why I really didn’t answer your calls that day. I went back to Bayley’s room and talked to you. Everything was wonderful. Then I had a match at a house show. Left my phone out in the open. You messaged, and they looked at it. When I went back to the locker room, they were suddenly angry. It was because I was talking to you again. They had their match and came back. Forced me to take my phone out, place it on the table. Then they start saying I’m disobeying them.”

“What the fuck,” Adam says.

“Yeah, like I never once heard them tell me not to message. Then I said something along the lines of ‘I’m not like Dom. I want my father around and, of course, I’m going to be in his shadow. It sucks, yes, but he’s the Hall of Famer I’m not,’ then I left. They returned my bag to Bayley and said that they don’t want to see me for a while,” Y/N finishes.

“Wow,” Beth says.

“I can’t believe they don’t want to see you again for that,” her father says. 

“I know it’s so confusing. I also might have gone to talk to them today but decided not to and they found me walking away from their door,” Y/N says.

“Awe, sweetie,” Beth says, rubbing her shoulders.

“I hope you know I don’t really care if you try to get with them,” Adam admits.

“That won’t change your hate for them, though?” Y/N questions.

“Oh my goodness, definitely not. I need to still teach them a lesson or two,” He laughs.

“You can do that,” Y/N giggles.

“Y/N sweetie, what I think is that you should give them their time they need and you should have time for yourself too. Maybe get your nails done, your hair done or you could go to the beach or something,” Beth says.

“I like that. I shouldn’t have to worry if they like me or not. I should be worrying about myself before others,” Y/N smiles.

“That’s exactly how it should go, honey, but it’s getting late. I love you and goodnight,” Adam says, getting up, kissing her head and giving Beth a kiss before walking upstairs.

“Anything you want to tell me that you didn’t want to tell your father?” Beth asks.

“Oh, my god. I like them so much and it kills me that they don’t talk to me,” Y/N admits.

“When did you finally stop hating them?” Beth questions.

“I honestly don’t know. They made me talk to them in their locker room. I cried to them because of what dad was saying and suggested a sleepover. It was a good sleepover too. Rhea took my makeup off for me and helped with my night routine. I slept in the same bed as Dom and her. In the morning they let me watch dirty dancing! When we were in the change room, I had to sit on Dom’s lap and she did my makeup for the house show,” Y/N says.

“That’s very great of them,” Beth says. She stands up, pulling Y/N up with her.

“You should go to bed. It’s getting late, and you had a couple of big days the past few days.”

“Yeah, I will. You should also go to bed. We both know how dad gets without you sleeping next to him,” Y/N laughs and hugs her mom. 

They both walk up the stairs together and wave to each other as they make it to their rooms. Y/N smiles to herself as she closes the door. She could finally sleep tonight without crying herself to sleep. It felt good to talk about something. Even if the other person doesn’t say much, it still helps. 

Y/N doesn’t even focus on the fact that she never got a goodnight text from any of them. She didn’t really even worry about them. She went to sleep thinking of what she could do with her family after her sisters got off of school.

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This part shows the very sweet relationship between her family. I was so happy with writing this one! Have a good night/day/afternoon!!!

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