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worldlxvlys · 5 months

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PLEASE write a fic of sub chris and the reader edges him until he’s crying & begging

beg

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: nsfw (don’t read if not comfortable), literally no plot just straight smut, 69, squirting, p in v, sub! chris

a/n: sub. chris. 😵‍💫

also yeah it’s just straight smut, like it just goes straight into it lmao, hope ya like <333

“fuckkkk” chris moaned as he pounded up into my pussy. “gonna cum, baby” he whispered into my ear.

“wait.” i told him, wanting to cum with him.

he gasped, “fuck, can’t hold it baby. please please let me cum” his dick started to twitch.

“no, chris. be a good boy and wait”

“b-baby, baby, i can’t, i ca- FUCKK” he yelled out, cutting himself off as he shot his load into me. i raised myself off of him immediately.

“now you don’t want to listen?” i ask as i turn myself around, back facing him.

his eyebrows furrow, “i’m sorry baby, felt so good”

i place my legs on either side of him and stick up my ass, my pussy right in front of his face.

“eat me out like the little slut you are” without a word, he shoved his face in my pussy, licking up and down.

“mmmm nice to know you can follow instructions” i said as i leaned forward, taking his dick in my mouth.

“oh my- mmmmm” he moaned into my pussy.

“ughhhhhhhh” we continued to moan into each other, adding to each other’s pleasure with each new vibration.

his hips jolt upwards, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.

he pulled his head away from me, throwing it backwards in pleasure “holy fucking- FUCK, so gooddddd”

i take my mouth off of him “did i tell you to fucking stop?”

“sorry, sorry baby. so good” he said as he focused on my clit this time, sucking and groaning into it.

i continued to bob my head on his cock quickly, feeling his veins as my tongue ran across them.

he added a finger into me while sucking on my clit. he let out a particularly long moan, sending me over the edge.

“mmmm fuckkkk, chris i’m cumming, i’m cumming” he continued to finger me through my high.

once i finished, i took him in my mouth again and hollowed my cheeks.

“jeez, ma” he moaned. his hands grabbed my ass, caressing it as i continued to suck him off.

his hips started to shake, as his cock twitched. “g-gonna cum, baby” right before he was able to finish, i took my mouth off of him.

“hmmmmmm” he whined. “why’d you stop?” i turned around to face him.

“well you just had to come so bad the first time, right? hope it was worth it, cause you won’t be doing that again tonight”

his eyes widened, “wait, what?”

“you heard me. gotta teach you some god damn self control”

“ok, but wait-“

“you know your safeword?” i asked.

his mouth hung open, nodding his head.

“good.”

i grabbed his dick, making him yell out “SHIT” as his hips jerked forward.

i began to pump him quickly, making him start to whine “hmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck fuck fuck”

his breathing became heavy and his eyes squeezed shut. “yes yes yes”

i continue to stroke his sensitive cock, building up his pleasure.

once he’s almost at the edge, i stop.

“no no no no, please please” he whines.

“aww baby, wanna cum?” i ask, looking down at him. he nods his head rapidly, seeming to gain hope.

“too fucking bad” i said. “maybe next time you’ll listen when i tell you to wait”.

i sat on his lap, right below his dick.

i took him in my hand, squeezing the tip. “f-fuck” i watched as he shuddered.

i rubbed his dick between my folds, but didn’t put it in.

“shit baby, ughhhh” he whined as i continued to rub him on me.

“yes baby, feel so fucking good against me” i moaned.

i rubbed my fingers against his tip, continuing to move him against me.

“mgh- ughhhhhhhhh” he continued to whine and groan.

i watched as his ab muscles began to tighten, and he started to twitch, indicating his oncoming orgasm.

i quickly let go of him, rubbing myself with my fingers instead.

“don’t even think about fucking touching yourself” i said. he whined in response.

“pleaseeeee please, baby”

i ignored his pleas, watching him breathe heavily and attempt to contain himself.

“shit chris” i said as i rubbed my clit, increasing my speed.

he groaned in response.

his hands started to rub my thighs, “can i touch you? please, ma?”

“go ahead, baby” with lightening speed, he thrusted his finger in me.

“FUCK, CHRIS! OH MY GOSH” i screamed, his speed taking me by surprise.

between the stimulation to my clit and his fingers practically vibrating in me, i was in a state of pure bliss. my juices shot out of me, directly onto chris’s cock.

“hmph- fuckkkkk, baby” if i didn’t know any better i would’ve thought he came untouched with the way he whimpered.

i grabbed the tip of his dick, making him cry out. i focused just on the tip, as i moved the palm of my hand around it in circular motions.

“s-shit, fuck, fuck, fuckkkk” “pl-hmmmmm- please, please, please” he continued to whine, his hips bucking up uncontrollably.

his ab muscles began to clench again, his legs shaking.

he tried to close his legs, overwhelmed by the sensitivity.

i moved my hands away, using them to hold his legs open, and leaned forward. i placed my tongue on his tip, just licking once every few seconds. i continued to tease him, not giving him what he wanted.

“fuck, baby, you can’t- ngh- pleaseeeee please please please” tears started to stream from his eyes, as i used the sensitivity of his tip to my advantage.

“baby, please” his voice cracked. his hair was drenched in sweat, his face red and tear-stained. i then hovered over him before sinking down onto his cock. “let’s try this again.”

“holy-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence as his mouth hung open.

i leaned back, holding onto his thighs as i rolled my hips into his.

“ohhhhh” he groaned.

“make me cum and i’ll think about letting you” i said to him, continuing my movements. as soon as those words left my mouth, he began to push his hips up into mine.

“yes yes yes chris, fuckkkkk” i yelled out.

“mmmmmmm ohhhhhhh” he began to whine again, already so close to finishing. “i swear to god, chris you’re not coming until i do”

with that he wrapped his hands around my waist and fucked up into me like his life depended on it.

“shit! yesss, chris! oh my GOD! fuck, just like that”

he whimpered as more tears began to stream down his eyes.

“i-we-jus-y-fe-s-ti-ughhhhhh” he wasn’t even forming comprehensible words as he continued to pound into me, squeezing his arms around me.

he then took one of my boobs in his mouth, licking and sucking feverishly.

“mmmmm so good, chris. feels so fucking good”

his legs start shaking and twitching as he holds his orgasm back. his shaking creates even more friction, sending me over the edge. “fuckkk, chris! i’m cumming”

his pace never lets up, helping me ride through my high.

“you wanna cum? fucking beg.” he didn’t waste a second.

“pleaseeee, please, please let me cum baby. please, fuck, need it so so bad. need it, please.” the tears kept flowing, as he continued to twitch.

“go ahead, baby. let go” when he released, his hips jerked up, giving a thrust so deep i swear i felt him in my stomach.

we both screamed out, it taking us both by surprise as he fucked his cum into me. the thick strings of cum continued to flow out of him, as he twitched and whimpered.

once he finished, his body continued to be ravished by aftershocks, making him jolt every few seconds.

“see? was that so hard?” i asked.

“yes.” i pinched his nipple.

“FUCK, ok sorry!”

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happy new year loves <333

starting the year off with sub!chris is the only correct answer

hope y’all enjoy :)

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mattitties · 5 months

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Boyfriend, pt 3 - matt sturniolo

smutty smut smut!

part 1 part 2

“How was the date?” my roommate asks as I go into her room.

All I can do is smile. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy in my life. “I love him,” I say.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh jesus. Okay, come sit, tell me everything.”

I sit on her bed and recount the whole night, from him picking me up at the door, to listening to Taylor Swift with me, to me never feeling a moment of awkwardness, and finally, to him kissing me outside the apartment. “Maybe it’s because I’ve never had a boyfriend so any ounce of actual romantic attention is a dream come true but I genuinely think he’s perfect for me,” I tell her.

“He does sound pretty perfect for you…”

“See!”

“But slow ya roll! Take it easy, just don’t rush into anything.” I nod in agreement. I know that there’s still so much to learn about him, but I just feel like I already trust him with my life. It takes me a long time to feel truly comfortable with anyone, but there’s just something about him that makes me feel like I’ve known him forever.

I wake up the next morning later than usual, and to my surprise, I already have a text from him.

Good morning! I had a lot of fun last night :)

I’m about to respond when another text comes through.

Would u wanna grab lunch today? I can pick u up again

I smile to myself and start typing.

good morning!! i had fun too, and i would love to get lunch! what time?

I can get you around 2?

sounds good see you then 😁

I look at the time and panic when I see it’s already 12:30. How the fuck did I sleep so late? I get ready and before I know it, it’s 1:55 and he’s texted me that he’s here. I have to applaud his punctuality, it’s hot as fuck knowing that he actually cares enough to be somewhere on time. God, I really need to raise my standards.

I head downstairs and he’s in the same spot by the door, smiling shyly when he sees me. His fashion sense is immaculate: today he’s wearing black cargo jeans, a black T-shirt, and a white long sleeve underneath. I’m disappointed that he’s not showing off his sleeve of tattoos like last night, but I still can’t stop staring at him.

“Hi,” he smiles, giving me a hug. He smells good, like warm vanilla, and his hug is the most comforting thing in the world at this moment.

“How’ve you been in the last… 12 hours since I saw you?” I ask as we head to the car.

“Oh you know, just been sitting at home twiddling my thumbs until I could see you again. We’re at a three day streak now!” he tells me as he opens the door for me.

I laugh and can’t take my eyes off of him as he makes his way to the driver’s side. “Why’d you wear a long sleeve today? I miss your tattoos,” I fake pout and play with his sleeve.

“Ohhh, you can see those whenever you want, don’t you worry.”

God, he makes me fucking crazy. We start driving, talking about mindless things, and end up at a little diner not too far from my apartment.

“My brothers and I go here all the time, their food is so good,” he tells me as we go inside.

Once we’re seated and have ordered our food, our conversation flows just the same as it did last night, except today we’re talking about stuff that it usually takes me at least a few weeks of knowing someone before I share about. I tell him about my family, he tells me about his and how he’s never been away from his brothers for more than 24 hours, while I tell him that my brothers and I are more like acquaintances and I only ever talk to them about surface level stuff.

“I couldn’t imagine,” he says. “Nick and Chris are like my safety nets. To be honest, tonight and today are the first time I’ve actually gone out to a restaurant without at least one of them in like… 3 years.”

“Really? I actually don’t mind doing stuff alone. I know people hate going out to eat by themselves, but I think I just grew up so independent that I’m comfortable with it. Like, my favorite thing ever is going to the movies, but if I don’t have anyone to go with I’ll just go by myself. I find it peaceful,” I tell him.

“I love going to the movies too, but I could never go by myself. That sounds fucking terrifying,” he says, laughing a bit as he talks.

“I get it,” I say. “Well, would you ever want to go to a movie together? It’s not alone and we both like it, so…”

He smiles. “I would love to. But if you talk in there, I’m out. We’re done. No movie talkers in my presence.”

I shake my head very seriously. “Oh no, absolutely not. Trust me, you won’t hear a peep.”

By the time we finish lunch, it’s only 3:45, and neither of us are ready to go home yet.

He turns to me when we get in the car. “What do you think about that movie right now? I have nothing else going on the rest of the day.”

We arrive at the theater and just pick a movie at random. Neither of us have any real interest in seeing any of the ones they’re showing, but it gives us something to do together. We’re pleasantly surprised when we walk into an empty theater, so we take our seats and make fun of the trailers until the movie starts.

About 30 minutes in, I realize that I have no idea what’s happening in the movie. I’ve been glancing at Matt the whole time, trying to pretend like I don’t see him glancing at me too. I can tell that he wants to hold my hand, wrap his arm around me, just touch me in some way, and I want to just scream at him to do something. It’s all I can think about. I shift up a little in my seat and look at him slightly. He looks at me. Without saying a word, we both know what the other wants.

He takes my cheek softly in his hand and kisses me. I immediately fall into it, our lips moving together effortlessly, our tongues colliding. But I want more. I need more.

“Matt,” I say between kisses. “Can we go back to my place?”

“But the movie isn’t over yet,” he breathes into my mouth.

I pull back slightly and look at him with the same eyes I gave him two nights ago. “Matt. My place. Please?”

His eyes widen. “Oh. Oh.”

I nod and giggle as he grabs my hand and rushes me out of there and back to his car like his life depends on it. Luckily the movie theater is about 5 minutes away from my apartment, and even more luckily my roommate is at work. The tension in the car ride home and in the elevator is so thick I can hardly breathe. As soon as we open the door to my room, his hands are all over me. We’re kissing messier than before; our teeth are clashing, our tongues fighting one another. He walks us towards my bed, dipping his head so his mouth reaches my neck as he begins to kiss, nip, and suck.

“Matt,” I whine.

“Hmmm,” he hums in response, sucking a spot right under my ear. I begin to play with the bottom of his shirt, signaling that I want it off. He smirks and unlatches himself from my neck just long enough to pull it off his body before going back to what he was doing.

“God you’re so hot,” I half whisper as my hands run down from his chest to his happy trail. I grab his face in my hands and kiss him hard, then sit down on the bed and look up at him.

“What do you wanna do?” he teases, knowing exactly what I want. I pull my shirt off, leaving me in a black lace bra, and begin to undo his jeans as he stares down at me.

“Is this okay?” I ask, pulling his zipper down painfully slow.

“Mhm. Yeah, no it’s, um, it’s good,” he says, clearly flustered by what’s happening. And I can’t get enough.

I pull his jeans down and almost drool over his black briefs. I look up at him again for a moment, then palm over his bulge, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as I tear his briefs down as well, and I need to control my face when I see his dick.

It’s not huge, probably about 6 inches, but it’s genuinely perfect. I never thought I’d say that about a dick, but no, it is perfect.

He inhales sharply as I wrap my hand around the tip and begin to work him, my thumb running over his slit every so often. I spit directly down on him as my hand moves down his shaft, and he groans again, pulling my hair into a loose ponytail.

That’s my signal to wrap my lips around him and suck.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” he says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back for a moment before looking back down at me. My mouth takes him deeper and deeper with each suck, and his hips begin to buck toward me.

He didn’t strike me as someone who would be very vocal during sex, but he’s consistently groaning and letting out soft curses.

After just a minute or two of this, he pulls my head off of him.

“Lay down before I cum in your mouth,” he tells me as I move myself back towards the head of the bed and sit back on my elbows. He crawls over me, kissing my neck, chest, and stomach. “This is all I’ve been thinking about for the past 2 days. Can I take this off?” he asks, referring to my bra.

I nod.

“Words, baby.”

“Please take it off,” I whine. He undoes the clasp and tosses it aside, taking a moment to stare before dipping his head back down and starting to suck on my left nipple.

My breathing picks up as he starts to kiss lower and lower, not breaking eye contact when he removes my skirt and underwear at the same time.

He stares down at my dripping pussy, and although I’m extremely turned on and want nothing more than to fuck him right now, I’m reluctant to open my legs as the reality sets in of what’s happening.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking up at me with concern in his eyes.

“I just… haven’t done this in a while. I think I’m nervous,” I tell him quietly.

“I’ve got you, I swear. And if you wanna stop just tell me, okay?”

I nod. I can tell he’s being genuine; he’s not just telling me what I want to hear so he can fuck me. He really cares.

I watch as he opens my legs and hooks them over his shoulders. “You’re drippin for me, huh?” he asks, kissing my inner thighs.

“Mhm. I’ve wanted you so bad,” I barely even have time to finish my sentence before he’s putting his tongue inside my pussy. I gasp and grab his hair, my back arching which only makes him go deeper.

He moans repeatedly as he tongue fucks me, sending vibrations through my core. I’m a moaning mess, my heels are digging into his back, and it only gets worse as he brings his thumb to my clit and starts circling lightly.

“Matt,” I’m on the verge of tears. “Fuck, don’t stop, please, oh my god— “

My orgasm rips through me with no warning, and I’m cumming on his tongue. He doesn’t give me any time to come down before he’s leaning over me, pushing my legs up so my knees are by my face.

“Do you have condoms?” he asks, pushing my hair back.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean, obviously.”

“So am I,” he says, running his leaking tip over my clit.

I almost scream, I’m so sensitive. He looks so fucking good leaning over me. I grip his arm as he pushes into me. There’s a moment of pain as he fills me up, but it quickly turns to pleasure when he starts thrusting into me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, noticing my face and the tight grip I have on his arm.

“Yeah, just hurt for a second, but please keep going,” I breathe, pulling his head down for another kiss.

His thrusts get harder and faster with each passing minute. He fills me so perfectly, I never want this to end. I feel the coil tighten in my stomach yet again, and my moans get louder and needier.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” he taunts.

Baby. I clench around him and nod. “Uh huh.”

“Ohhh, good girl, keep squeezing my cock like that,” he groans. His thrusts are getting erratic, and his dick begins to twitch inside of me.

I chant his name like it’s the only word I know how to say as another orgasm hits me, and I’m squeezing him hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhh fuck,” he groans as his own orgasm hits him, and I feel him release inside of me, his head collapsing into my neck.

We stay just like that for a few moments, him inside of me, us both half dead and breathing heavy, before he pulls out, picks me up bridal style, and sets me on the toilet.

“It’s peepee time!” he says excitedly while clapping his hands softly, causing me to crack up.

“You just fucked me and came inside of me and now you’re saying ‘it’s peepee time’? You’re such a freak,” I tell him.

After I finish, we take a quick shower to clean up, and I get unreasonably sad as he starts to get dressed.

I walk him to my front door and he kisses me again. “Let me know your work schedule this week. We’re going out again.”

“Okay, I will,” I smile and nod as I watch him leave.

I’m definitely falling for this guy.

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this was ridiculously long. i did not intend for that to happen. i really have no intentions of making this a full length series because i have other stories i wanna do and i have a few requests sitting in my inbox, so as the author i am telling you that they lived happily ever after yayyyyy

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dumplingsjinson · 6 months

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List of “let’s go for a day trip to the amusement park” prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “do u have any prompts based around festivals/amusement parks?”

“If I puke on you then that’s not my fault because you forced me onto this stupid ride.”

“I am not going on that ride! You can’t make me!”

“All that fairy floss surely isn’t good for you.”

“That looks incredibly scary.”

“What do you mean I’m under the fucking height limit for this damned ride—”

“…Surely going on the ferris wheel is okay for you?”

“I kinda want that giant stuffed toy…”

“This is too chaotic for my liking.”

“Oh my God! I want to go on that ride! But I want you to come with me.”

“If you loved me, you’d go on that ride with me.” “Not you manipulating me like this—”

“That much for a ticket for shitty rides like these?”

“I’m fine.”“You look like you’re about to puke.”

“Why’d you go on that ride if you knew you’d get sick?” “Because I… Because you liked the ride and I wanted to go on it with you and enjoy it with you.”

“I’d rather piss myself in public than go on that ride, thank you very much.”

“I think I’ll pass on that one.” “You’ve passed on every ride here. Even the tea cup ride. Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Stand back, I’m going to throw up.”

“I’m about to bust a vein because of this stupid game.”

“All of that money for a giant stuffed toy you could probably buy in the store for less than fifty bucks? Are you serious?”

“I think I lost my wallet while going on that three-sixty ride…” “Are you fucking serious?” (Based on a true story from my friend lmfao)

“Before I die, I just wanted to say I love you and I’m sorry I ate your chicken wings you left in the fridge last night— AHHHHH!”

#writing prompts #prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #request

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boydepartment · 17 days

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ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ from the start (trips) - nishimura riki x m! reader (PT 2)

fluff - angst - masterlist - pt 1 - wc- 250-275

the movie was absolutely boring riki out of his mind and he couldn’t help the glances he’d throw at you. it clicked for him now.

he liked you

he REALLY liked you…

riki wasn’t dumb or totally oblivious to his feelings, but it’s something hard to accept. being in love with your best friend is some heavy shit that can tear friendships apart or make a wedge and riki didn’t want that for you guys.

he wanted to be around you whether he was your boyfriend or not.

your boyfriend… man he would kill to have that title. he started zoning out and didn’t even notice you shoving him lightly to get him out of the dazed look.

“you okay..?” your voice broke him out of his distraction.

“oh um. yeah this movie is just ass.” he said blankly, why’d he say that? god that was SO STUPID…. he was panicking and overthinking everything now and-

you laughed, you started laughing.

“the movie is pretty bad.”

okay good he didn’t fuck up he’s fine.

“are you sure you’re okay though..?” you asked, fulling turning to him on the couch. riki watched as his clothes that you wore fit your frame. he wished you could say ‘oh these cool pants? yeah they are my boyfriends’

“riki?” you scooted closer to him and waved a hand in front of his face.

once again he snapped out of it, “huh? no i’m okay. i need to ask something though.”

your brows furrowed but you obliged, “okay shoot, captain america.”

riki chuckled at the nickname and got serious again, “are you for real about this crush? the new one? be honest with me.”

he watched your reaction intensely. everything he could note he would.

you shrugged, “i dunno if i’m being honest… sometimes i think i just distract myself from the real picture.”

riki felt his heart speed up again

real picture?

“what do you mean?” he turned his body fully towards you and leaned his head on the wall next to him.

you got nervous, he could tell, you were picking at the bracelet he got you.

“well i told you i mostly lean towards guys yaknow… she’s not a guy but it’s so hard finding GOOD guys who are comfortable with their sexuality. i mean it’s hard being lgbt sometimes…” you mumbled and looked away, “i can’t help but want a boyfriend who’s good for me and comfortable with being a boyfriend to a g-“

“ME.” riki yelled quickly, your head shot over.

“what? now’s not the time to joke around asshole!” you laughed and threw your head back, when you looked at him again though you stopped.

riki was being dead serious, and you just caught onto it.

“y/n i like you. and i hate all your crushes and want them to di-“

“OKAY CAN WE BACK IT UP A FEW PACES BEFORE YOU WISH DEATH UPON MY PREVIOUS FAKE CRUSHES?” you waved your hands around and riki’s brows furrowed.

fake? what DID YOU MEAN? HAS HE BEEN PACING AROUND FOR NOTHING?

“hold on… what the hell do you mean by fake?” he scooted closer to you and you placed with the bracelet again, riki placed his hands next to you almost caging you in, “answer me please…”

“well i told you i used them to distract myself from the bigger picture….” your eyes flickered down to his lips and he scanned your face, stopping at your lips.

riki focused on them for a good few seconds before looking at you again, “you can tell me to stop before i risk our friendship.” he leaned closer to you.

you shook your head no, “i want to risk it… i’ve wanted to kiss you so bad from the start…”

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strniohoeee · 2 months

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Hidden In The Shadows Pt. 4(Final Chapter)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Waking up dazed and confused, Y/N is taken by surprise when certain events seem to take place. Unsure of how to feel Y/N battles with the decisions of staying or leaving for good

Warnings⚠️: SADDDDD NGL😭, but like not really but also IDK??? I wasn’t sure how to end this installment, but I know I didn’t want to make it some fairytale type shit LMAOOO

Songs for imagine: Blue Moon- Elvis Presley, Bang Bang(My Baby Shot Me Down)- Nancy Sinatra

Tags: @lacysturniolo @gamermattsgf @nicksmainbitch @s7urnfilms @sturnssmuts @vickyzloserz @mayhem-72 @sturn3g1rl @mattsturniolowifey

Blue Moon

You knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for

If my mother could see the position I was currently in she’d be so ashamed….disappointed even. She’s always taught me stranger danger and leave it to her daughter to sleep with the stranger and the danger….

I can’t remember much, but I can remember the emptiness….the cold darkness of my mind. My physical body slumps somewhere while my conscious fights to wake me up.

Who knows what’s going on in the real world right now. I could be tied to a pole and slow roasting like a pig, or maybe even locked in someone’s dungeon. Or what if this is all some crazy bad dream and I’m actually back home in my comfortable bed….

My thoughts were slowly coming to a halt as my eyes began to open slowly. Squinting at the sensitivity they were facing I groaned and cleared my throat. The throbbing in my head and the burning of my nose leads me to believe Matt used an awful lot of chloroform to knock me out. He’s lucky he didn’t kill because I’d haunt his ass.

Opening my eyes fully I realized I was tied to a chair in a basement? Oh actually my basement? Looking around I realized I was in the same place I was when Matt caught me.

I began to move against the ropes, pulling and yanking as I groaned in anger.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” I heard from behind me, causing me to stop and jump

“Who’s there” I asked trying to look over my shoulders

“Why’d you have to be so nosy? Making everything so complicated” I heard him say

“You fucking psycho….Matt let me fucking go” I said pulling harder against the ropes

“You see I just can’t do that” he replied to me walking from behind me

“You fucking weirdo….oh god….oh my god I had sex with a fucking psycho… please just kill me that would be less embarrassing” I say shaking my head and tapping my feet on the ground

Coming from behind me Matt stands in front of me. Except he doesn’t look angry…. He looked concerned and scared. Which made me a bit scared and anxious

“What are you doing?” I yelled at him yanking myself around

“sit still” he said in a firm whisper

“Fuck off” I said in annoyance to him

Grabbing my face to have me look at him I attempted to yank away.

“GET OFF OF ME” I yelled at him trying to bite him

“STOP IT AND LOOK AT ME” he says with wide eyes

Letting go of me he steps back. Looking over his shoulder he turns back to me. Placing his pointer finger over his mouth he motions for me to stay quiet and then with the same finger points behind himself and then points to his ear.

“Listen here darling you’re going to do as I say” he says sternly and loudly

Digging in his back pocket he takes out a piece of paper, unraveling it he faces it to me so I can read.

They’ve been on you this whole time and they used me to get to you. At first I was going to do it, but I like you too much. They’ve been in your house multiple times and have found all the information you have on this town. I’m so sorry for who I am and what my family has done; but I don’t want to hurt you. They are having me watch you while they put all your stuff in your car. They’re planning to kill you and make it seem like it was an accident. However I won’t let that happen. I’m going to get you out of here and I have a plan! But they don’t fully trust me and are listening to me and watching my every move. So please just do as I say. I’m sorry.

After reading the note a tear slipped down my face and I looked up at Matt. His eyes softened and his lip trembled, swallowing thickly he nodded his head. Folding the paper back up he put it in his back pocket.

“You will listen to me and me only! Make any stupid moves and I will kill you myself” he says loudly with a sincere look

“Go to hell” I spat at him

Listening above he heard the two men walk away from the basement door. Ushering over to me quickly he got down and began to whisper

“Okay so here’s the plan. There is only one way out and only one chance to get this right so please do as I say. They’re loading up your car and they’re planning on having me drive you to a secluded area a little outside of this town. They want me to set your car on fire” he says shaking his head and looking down

“What?” I say shocked and beginning to panic

“My getaway car was planted in the area and they will be checking tonight to see that your car is completely burnt. However it won’t be there because you’ll be on your way back to Vegas. You’ll be out of their hair which will give you time to leave Vegas” he says grabbing my hand

“But what about you Matt? They’ll kill you….” I say as my voice shakes

“Exactly” he says nodding his head

“No….no you can’t do that! Come with me” I say to him looking at him in the eyes

“I can’t…they’ll catch up before we leave and we’ll both be dead instantly. Suzie and I tried it when we were 14. Thought we could leave and be young lovers together. They shot her dead in front of me… told me I’d be next if I ever stepped out of line again. You remind me so much of her I can’t see that happen again” he replied wiping tears from his eyes

“Matthew no…. I can’t leave you to die” I say sobbing

“Maybe it’s been my destiny all along” he says to me

“Maybe you can escape right before they come looking for my car. You’d get a good head start on them! Meet me in Vegas. We can run away together” I say nodding my head and licking my tear stained lips

He chuckled lightly and shook his head, opting not to answer as he stood up.

“I need you to walk outside with me when it’s time. Pretend to mouth me off, kick, scream holler! I’ll stuff you in the car and we’ll be on our way” He says to me

“Okay yeah yeah” I respond nodding my head

“But for now we wait” he states, backing up and leaning against the pole.

About thirty minutes passed before we heard anything. Barely mumbling a few words to each other. My throat had run dry from the anxiety. The fact that I could die if one thing goes wrong but mainly the fact that the last moments I’ll be sharing with Matt is him helping me escape my death that will then become his death….. my heart couldn’t take letting him die

He was destined for more. The way his eyes would light up anytime he asked me about what Vegas is like or what any other place I’ve ever visited was like. What stuck with me the most was the way his face would change when he’d realized the life he was living and what he’d have to go back to. The twinkle always disappearing. It made my heart heavy.

I wouldn’t let him die. It’s not happening and I don’t care what I have to do to prevent it. He’s had such a painful life and he’s going to honor it by dying….

My thoughts were interrupted by Matt, my eyes slowly shifting from the basement window over to his face.

“They called us up, I’m going to grab you by the back of your head and I need to just start lashing out immediately, got it?” He asked me

“Got it” I said to him

Quickly helping me out of the rope that held me to the chair he grabbed the back of my head as my arms were tied behind my back.

Gripping my hair harder I knew it was time to give it my all. Taking a shaky breath I began to yell

“LET GO OF ME, YOU AND THIS TOWN A BUNCH OF CRAZIES” I yelled as I thrashed against his grip

“Quit it” he yelled back as he pulled me up the stairs with him

“You think you can get rid of me huh? MY WHOLE FAMILY WILL COME HERE LOOKING FOR YOU” I said firmly

“LET GO LET GOOO” I kept yelling as I pulled against him, tears streaming down my face

He walked us towards the front door and that’s where Beaufort stopped us.

“Such a fiery little lady! I knew from the moment you called you’d be a problem. But one thing about me is I make my problems go away” he says sucking his tobacco and grinning at me

“You won’t get away with this you sick son of a bitch” I spat at him

“Watch me” he said smiling and opening the front door for me

“NOOO STOP NO PLEASEEE” I yelled as I kicked and thrashed against Matt. My legs swinging as I tried to “escape” his grip

“Should’ve stood in your home town. So sad you’ll be having a little accident” Beaufort says to me as he steps onto my porch

“I’ll kill you all just you watch” I yelled as Matt shoved me into the back seats as I continued to kick and hit things

Beaufort smiled an evil smile as he waved goodbye. Matt hopped in the front seat as we began to back out of my gravel driveway.

Driving down the road Matt looked in his rear view mirror before looking at me

“Okay we’re in the clear” he says to me

Sitting up I looked at him opening my mouth to talk but stopping once I saw him shaking his head no at me.

“You can’t get me to change my mind” he says

“Matt this is not okay. I basically just signed your death wish” I said to him

“And I told you maybe it’s what’s best for me” he replied shrugging his shoulder

“Okay and maybe it isn’t! Maybe it isn’t” I said sternly to him as I began to lose my patience

“Matt we’ve had such an amazing connection this past month, a connection I’ve never had with anyone else before and you can’t just leave me” I said pleading with him

“Don’t you get it? I can’t have them coming after you. I care for you lot sweetheart and if I had to live with another love of mine being hurt I couldn’t live with myself.” He replied gripping the steering wheel harder

I huffedd out a breath of annoyance and sat back in the seat, letting a few tears fall from my face. This is pure insanity! I couldn’t live with myself if Matt got hurt or even killed. I felt confused, one hand I’d be safe but on the other hand Matt would potentially be….. dead.

I hadn’t even realized how long I was in thought until the car came to a halt and I heard Matt put the car in park.

Hopping out of the car I followed suit

“Take the car and run like hell outta here darlin” he said handing the keys to me

“Please come with” I begged as I chewed my bottom lip

“I can’t little lady” he responded shaking his head and wiping his nose

“Ditch your getaway car and come with me burn your car and let’s go, we can run like hell out of here together” I said gripping onto his arms

“I can’t, I have to go back” he says looking me in my eyes

“Can you at least attempt to leave town? Maybe tonight before they come looking for my car, leave before them” I said basically begging

“I can try, but I can’t make any promises darlin” he states swallowing thickly

“Please Matt…. For me” I say wiping my eyes

“The best I can do is try, this is for you. Whether I make it out alive or not just know I want you to be safe and I will always be with you” he says to me pulling me in for a hug

“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done” he says to me as he pulls away

“I’m going to miss you” I say to him

“I’m still here” he says smiling at me

I shook my head and hugged him once again

“I better head on back” he says pulling away

Turning on his heels he walks over to his car as I follow behind. Hopping in his car he rolls down his window as I lean on it.

“Now darlin you have to promise me that you’ll listen and you’ll get out of here. Don’t try and save me” he says smiling as he bats tears from his eyes

“I promise” I responded in a whisper

“And you have to promise to never forget about me” I told him as I smiled

“I could never! I swear I’ll try and contact you if I can pretty girl” he says back as he nods his head

“Thank you Matt for getting me out of here” I say one last time

Looking into his eyes I lean over and plant my lips on his. The kiss was needy and sad. It was a goodbye kiss…. A goodbye that meant forever. There was no see you later with Matt….

We hugged and shared one last final kiss. Parting ways I got in my car and we both drove off. I was numb the whole way home. I mean how does one process all of this? My life felt so unreal?

There were many hours of crying, sitting in silence and contemplations of turning back around. I just felt so confused, I didn’t want to leave Matt and I also didn’t want to die…. I didn’t have many options

Arriving home was the most bittersweet moment. I couldn’t really tell anyone what I really went through. What that town and what those people are truly like

I spent many days in and out of therapy really trying to understand what happened to me and how to process it. What really ate at me was the fear of being found, the fear of dying and especially the fear of never seeing Matt again.

One year later

If I knew that that day I hugged and kissed Matt goodbye would be the last time I’d ever see him, I’d hold on tighter. When I finally realized Matt wasn’t coming back it hurt bad… I mean I’d hid away blaming myself for all of this.

Wondering well maybe I didn’t push hard enough because if I did he would’ve caved and came with me. Not knowing if he was dead or alive really ate at my soul. Many days went by where I wanted to call his landline, but that would be a one way ticket to my grave.

It was hard moving. After experiencing something so intense with someone and needing them by your side to never seeing them again will always sting the most.

I was angry because I felt he didn’t try hard enough. Because if he did then he’d be here right now. And then that was filled with sadness and worry. I wasn’t sure if he was okay and I had to live with the fact that I would never know.

It’s so crazy how you’ll be living your life one way and then it flips upside down so randomly.

As I finished typing my chapter on my computer I let out a sigh. Writing a book about what I went through and losing Matt was the only way I could seem to cope.

It was actually Professor Wayne who convinced me to write this. He was actually helping me a lot through all this and he truly saw how it changed me. But everytime he saw the excitement in my eyes once I finished a chapter he knew it was genuinely helping me mentally.

Pressing save I closed my laptop and looked out my window. The rain is pattering against the glass. Such a bittersweet feeling. A year ago today I was about to sleep with my weird neighbor and friend and now I’m here in my empty apartment staring out the glass and reminiscing.

It’s still an open wound that I’m working on daily to stitch close. No one prepares you for traumatic events, especially ones that chemically alter your brain. I watched the rain trickle down the warm glass as I blink slowly. Racking my brain for answers…. I mean hell I’m just looking for one simple answer

I just want to know is Matt truly dead, or is he just

Hidden in the shadows….

The End

Yallll I hope you enjoyed the finale cause I hated it🤭 this is why I don’t write series because I’m so shit at ending things. But anywho I hope you liked it and I can’t wait to write some more for yall 🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

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angllqvr · 4 months

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“you smoke?”

word count: 828

paring: mechanic!abby x reader, quick lil drabble inspired by this

warnings: smoking, no outbreak!au not proofread

a/n: posting fanfics on the main blog might be a thing now?? woah, okay i hope this is decent bc i don’t write fluff 😭🙏 enjoy mwah

abby huffed as she pushed herself out from underneath the car she’d been working on, wiping her forehead off as it was covered in sweat. the oil of the car staining her already light grey tank top as she used her left hand to fan herself off. “fuck, it gets hot down there.” she chuckled to herself before grabbing a rag from the floor and gently dabbing it over her face.

she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, she wanted to call out but before she even could say anything you had walked into sight. “hey, i just thought you could use a drink. looks like hard work.” you flash her a smile before holding out a bottle of water in front of her.

“i could douse myself in this right about now,” she chuckles. “you really do come in clutch sometime’s don’t you?” that evokes a smile from you as you let an airy laugh past your lips. “i suppose i do. i’m glad you aren’t opposed.” you flash a smile at her as she twists open the bottle cap and chugs the entire thing in .2 basically seconds.

“you look really pretty under there, ya know? when you’re working. you get so, like… immersed. it’s cute.” abby raises an eyebrow at you. “it’s my job, i have to focus.” she laughed— she genuinely let out a laugh. maybe at how stupid your comment was, but a laugh nonetheless. abby fucking anderson laughed at your “joke.” she found you amusing, which felt almost unbelievable.

she leaned against the car she was previously working, eyeing you up and down. the way your shorts clung to your hips so nicely, your shirt being just the right amount of tight. you looked so pretty.

you give her a smile, eyeing her yourself. particularly her muscles, how sweaty she was and how they looked so good like that. her toned arms nearly gleaming in the sunlight. the sun itself wrapping it’s way around her body outlining her silhouette. you felt your face getting hotter as you stared.

“you okay? you’ve been staring?” abby states as you quickly snap out of it and get absolutely embarrassed. “oh! i um… i just thought you looked good.” you muttered, trying to save yourself from embarrassment.

“a-anyways… uh, how was the water?” ‘what the fuck?’ you mentally cursed yourself because who the hell would bring up water… as a conversation starter…? oh god. she literally thinks you’re a loser, she’s probably holding back an entire laughing fit.. why’d you say that?

abby digs around in her pocket before pulling out a pack of marlboro reds, flipping the lid open and taking out a cigarette before placing it in her mouth and digging around in her pockets for a lighter. “shit, i forgot my lighter. you got one?” you nod, walking over next to her as you took the lighter out and flicked it on, holding it to the cigarette gently placed between her lips.

she slumps down onto the ground, looking up at you- almost as if she wanted you to sit down with her. you got the memo and smiled softly as you sat next to her. “you smoke?” you shake your head. “no, thanks though.” she nods.

she leaned her head on the top bumper looking up at the sky before she takes a long drag of her cig. her eyes glance over to you, a small smile forming on her lips which was only visible to herself.

you look over at her, scanning her face. your eyes going from her eyes to her lips. she has oil and grease stained on her face, you noted. you bring your thumb up to her cheek to wipe it off smiling at her. she doesn’t say anything, instead taking another inhale of her cigarette while staring back at you.

“you’re pretty.” you mutter under your breath, thumb still glued to her cheek as you gently wiped away all the greese stained on random parts of her face.

she chuckles, putting her cigarette out on the ground before flicking it in a completely other direction. her entire attention now focused on you. “you’re staring again.” she remarks, you rolling your eyes at the blatantly obvious observation. thanks abby.

“i’m well aware, but so are you.” before you know it she’s leaning in closer towards you, you feel your heart skip a beat, her hands going to cup your jaw as she pressed her lips against yours. you smile into her lips, wrapping your arms around her broad shoulders. you could taste the former smoke coming off her, it made you shutter. you just ignored it.

she breaks the kiss a few seconds later, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you smile and away from her before letting out a soft chuckle. “you wanna go for coffee after this?” abby questions, you nod eagerly.

“i’d love too.” “good.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 months

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The Princess & The Playboy (Part 6)

Summary: Sam and Max's plan to get their siblings invited to a party may have worked but Sebastian Monroe is a dangerous man and they may have just put not only their lives but their families at risk too...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 5,400ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: Uh oh...

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Two Weeks Later

Reader POV

“Damn,” said Dean, shaking out his arm after you’d tossed him a football in the backyard. “I’m going to need your arm workout and no, I am not joking.”

“Oh my god, did I tell you the dance choreographer wanted me to learn to do a handstand so I could sing, upside down? I shut that shit down so fast,” you said, Dean gently tossing the ball back to you.

“I’m sure you could do it. But I don’t blame you for not wanting to,” he said, catching the ball one handed. “Do you get a lot of say in that stuff? Dance moves?”

“That would require me to be able to dance,” you laughed, clasping both arms around the ball when he threw it back.

“She’s right. God awful dancer when it’s not choreographed. Miracle she can fake it as well as she does,” said Eric from the patio table, glancing up from his phone. “It’s four by the way.”

“Ugh. Why’d we say yes to this stupid party?” you asked. Dean shrugged.

“This guy donates a bunch of money to the Wolves charity every year. Plus Emma said it’s not a bad idea to go to a charity event together. Apparently it helps the public not think of me as such a scoundrel.” You tossed him the ball one last time, clasping your hands behind your back.

“I mean you are the big bad playboy corrupting the virtue of the sweet princess of pop,” you said, batting your eyes, twirling your hips. You grinned when he frowned, his eyes like a predator sizing up his prey. “I think the media is right about you. Such a bad influence.”

“Oh keep it up, princess, and I’ll tell them you ain’t innocent in the slightest.”

“Someone put me out of my misery,” groaned Eric, rising to his feet. “I’m getting dressed and going over protocols with the team. We’ll head out at seven.”

“Ain’t it kind of early to get ready?” asked Dean as you tossed him the ball one last time. Eric only laughed and headed inside, Dean cocking his head at you. “I know girls take a long time to get ready but three hours?”

“Shower. Shave. Makeup. Hair. Plus I told Sloane I’d help do her hair and pick out a dress,” you said, Dean humming. “I’m sure there’s a college game on you could watch for awhile.”

“I got some game film I can review,” he said, a heavy sigh in his shoulders. You wrapped your arms around him, Dean ditching the ball to return it. “It just never ends.”

“You love football, though,” you said, Dean nodding.

“I do. But every year it’s getting to be more and more. I know you understand the pressure of it all. I just…I’m tired. I want to have more of a life outside my job,” he said, sliding his hands down your arms, taking your hands in his. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, Dean sharing the same sad smile you wore. “Me, I can have less tour dates and not put out an album every single year. I can make more wiggle room for myself. But I know you can’t. And sometimes I worry when I watch you play, pushing your body so hard.”

“I’m incredibly lucky I’m the least sacked QB in the league. I’ve had only one surgery and that was cause I broke my toe like an idiot on a coffee table. I don’t want to be like these guys that stay in too long and wind up with so much pain at forty. Or worse.”

“I guess the thing to ask yourself is, do you want to keep going? Or could you walk away and be satisfied?” you asked. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes.

“All I know is I used to put my head down, bury myself in the game. All I looked forward to was getting to the season, the start of a game, feeling that rush. This year…I’m looking forward to being done with work and games way too much. It’s like I’d rather be somewhere else…with someone else,” he murmured.

You nodded, squeezing his hands. “Nothing to decide today.”

“I know. Go get ready. I can occupy myself for a few hours.”

“Damn,” you said when it was nearly seven. Sloane looked down at herself alarmed, glancing back worried. “Sloane, you’re fucking hot.”

“I’m forty two,” she scoffed, smoothing out the floor length gown. “I’m not hot.”

“Hell yeah you are,” you said, Sloane tucking a strand of freshly curled hair behind her ear. “Eric’s going to fucking drool.”

“He better not,” she mumbled, taking a breath as she put her leg up on a chair and hiked the skirt portion up. She opened up her clutch sat on the end of the bed and slapped a very small thigh holster on her right leg, a smaller than usual gun inside.

“Right. Cause really hot women packing heat are total turn offs for him,” you said, adjusting the strap that ran across your shoulder. She pouted and you handed her the clutch. “You said you could work with him tonight. We’re only bringing two of you inside and we wanted our best.”

“I can. He’s good about not speaking about anything but strictly work lately,” she said, sitting on the bed. “Does he seem…different to you?”

You knew why she was asking. Eric had told you he needed a few hours a week off for therapy a few weeks back. You practically jumped for joy that he was going to get some help to work through some things. Then it all shattered when he said it was related to his dad and needing to address some stuff he did to him as a kid. He didn’t share more but you had a feeling that had as much impact on him as his days in the military, probably more.

“It’s hard to tell with him,” you said, trying to respect his privacy. Plus, it actually was difficult to see a difference. Eric held everything close to the chest. Sometimes too much.

“Yeah. There’ll be no issues working together this evening,” she said, forcing a smile. You wanted to offer some reassurance that he was trying and maybe someday things between them could change. But honestly, you had no clue if they would work things out.

“Good. Well, let’s go see the boys.” A moment later you were coming down the stairs, Dean and Eric wandering out from the front hall in their tuxedos. Eric had always looked handsome when he dressed up but Dean?

He was walking sin in the tailored outfit, showing off his large shoulders and trim waist. You could feel the heat in your cheeks when he stared like he wanted to devour you then and there.

“Wow,” said Dean, a growing smile on his face, eyeing you up and down. It was a fairly simple dress. Black. One shoulder and a thin strap on the other. Form fitting up top before it became loose at the hips. It probably didn’t match black tie standard one hundred percent but it’d been sitting in your closet for two years and you finally had an excuse to wear it.

“Wow yourself,” you said, tugging on the lapel of his jacket. “Put you in one of these and you’d never imagine you spend literally every single day in flannels, henleys, and black tees.”

“Strange considering I’ve seen you wearing those clothing items a lot more yourself lately,” he teased, grinning down like a cat staring at the mouse it’d cornered.

“Oh, just a coincidence,” you said, Eric clearing his throat. You rolled your eyes, getting a roll in return. “You look nice too, Eric. I know you need the compliment on your appearance or your ego will bust.”

“Why did I take this job,” he mumbled to himself, staring at Sloane as she walked ahead for the front door. “You look beautiful.”

Sloane stopped dead in her tracks, looking over her shoulder at him, his gaze shooting to you.

“I know you’ve wanted to wear that dress for awhile,” he said to you, Sloane rolling her eyes and walking outside. Eric closed his eyes when she was gone, Dean slapping his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’m sure my hyper observant protection agent didn’t catch the way you said that straight to her face and then pretended to say it to your boss.” Eric shrugged him off and grumbled on his way outside, harshly pulling the door behind him. “Damn. I was hoping they’d have some kind of fairytale moment or shit. He looked like he wanted to fuck her over the kitchen table.”

“I don’t know. We’ll just…wait and see what happens,” you said, holding out your hand. “Ready to go?”

“One sec,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. He slipped something elastic over your wrist, beaming when you stared down at it to find it was a friendship bracelet, like the kind from when you were kids. This one was black, gray and white, the LA Wolves colors. You turned it over when you felt a few square beads, expecting to see DEAN.

Your heart skipped when you saw MAX with a few beads separating it from SAM. You glanced up Dean, his green eyes flittering down to where he’d removed his jacket, right sleeve pushed up.

Dean had always had Sam’s initials tattooed on his forearm. You remember that happened at some point in college, not too long after Sam went missing. The initials right below it were new though, his skin tinged a light pink from where the tattoo was still fresh.

“Is that-”

“Max’s initials? Yeah, looks like it,” he said, a coy smile crossing his face. You held out a finger, Dean humming it was alright to touch. A thick swallow was audible as you traced over the delicate skin, black ink soaked into the creamy canvas of his body.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, Dean’s face falling.

“Sweetheart, I’m-” he said as he wiped at your eyes, mascara coming away on the back of your hand. You laughed, shaking your head at him.

“Look what you did you sweet man,” you laughed, a few tears falling free. “Dean, you didn’t have to put his name on your body.”

“Brothers go on the arm. It’s kind of my thing,” he said, your bottom lip wobbling as a swell of emotion hit you. “Are you mad?”

“No,” you croaked out, squeezing your bracelet. “I wish they were with us.”

“Me too,” he said softly, wiping his thumb under your eye, stopping a tear from falling. “Y/N.”

You met his green eyes, thumb stroking your cheek with a barely there touch.

“You understand you’re my girl, right?” You nodded, Dean’s head tilting slightly, eyes scanning down to your lips slowly and back up just as lazily. “So. Am I yours?”

You held a finger to his lips and turned towards the front door, pulling it open, Eric and Sloane both leaned against an SUV.

“We’ll leave in thirty,” you said, pulling the door shut again, finding Dean with a raised eyebrow. “I need ten to fix my makeup. The other twenty is to show you exactly how much you’re mine.”

Dean POV

I stepped outside while Y/N used the bathroom, the brisk air doing wonders for cooling me down after what I could only describe as the most intimate handjob I’d ever received. It was the one thing that stuck out to me about sex with Y/N. Every other partner I’d had, it was about release, pleasure. With Y/N though, it felt different. A good different. Yeah, it was about the pleasure there too but it was…comforting in a way, joined together.

Once Y/N had let go of her fear of it, intimacy turned out to be one of her favorite things in the world. And it was becoming one of mine too. She just made me feel safe. Whole again.

“Told you she’d cry about the tattoo,” mumbled Eric in my ear, hands clasped behind his back. “Surprised you didn’t get down on one knee yet.”

“We understand what we are to each other,” I said, adjusting the sleeve of my jacket. “The time for that’ll come eventually but I don’t think either one of us is in a rush to get there.”

“Ready!” exclaimed Y/N, rushing outside barefoot, the skirt of her dress bunched up in one hand, heels in the other. “How late are we?”

“Oh, only forty five minutes,” said Eric, Y/N jumping in the backseat when he opened the door. “Clutch?”

“I’m the purse tonight,” I chuckled, patting my pocket where her phone, a lipstick and extra hair tie resided.

“Good. I usually get stuck with it,” said Eric, patting my bottom. “Let’s move it kiddos.”

“Hopefully this party doesn’t suck,” said Y/N beside me as we drove up a long driveway thirty minutes later, lips pursed.

“You hate parties,” Eric chuckled from the passenger seat.

“I hate parties where people ask me to sing at their kid’s sweet sixteen which is like, almost all the time,” she said, my hand reaching over and interlacing our hands together. “Sorry. That sounded bitchy.”

“It sounded like that’s really annoying to have happen all the time,” I said, the car slowing down behind another luxury SUV. “We won’t stay long, just a few hours. I know we have to do this for me.”

“Hey,” she said, voice firm. My eyes flickered to hers in the dark space. “We both have more money than we know what to do with. I’m perfectly happy to waste an evening if it means sending some of that money to a good cause. You getting some good press out of it is a bonus.”

“I ever tell you how wonderful you are?” I asked, heart swelling up as she blushed. “Want to go show off your reformed bad boy, sweetheart?”

“You were never bad,” she said, pecking a kiss on my lips. She grinned goofily and wiped them off with her thumb. “Lipstick.”

“You can take it off if you promise to put it back later,” I said, Y/N’s eyes flirting down to my groin, a wicked smirk on her face. “Down girl.”

“I’ll play with you later,” I said as we stopped. Eric slid out of the passenger seat as I opened the back door. I exited and held out a hand, helping Y/N down in her obnoxious skinny little heels. They looked like a death trap to me but she danced around on stage for three hours in them so if anyone knew how to work them, it was her.

Damn she was sexy in that dress. Almost as sexy as those red flannel pajama pants she wore last night. And that cozy blue sweater on Thursday. Or that-

“Stop staring at her,” said Sloane, pushing on my back so I’d move and she could slip out of the backseat. “You’re like a puppy obsessed with her.”

“Be nice,” Y/N chided, taking a step forward, letting me follow her lead. Eric and Sloane fell in place behind us, the driver staying with the car and driving off towards where the cars were being parked.

A man in a nice suit opened the front door for us, revealing a grand hall that made Y/N’s house look like a starter home.

“This guy is loaded,” I whispered in Y/N’s ear as we found ourselves quickly surrounded by people when they caught sight of her. There must have been three hundred people at this thing.

“Here we go,” she mumbled before putting on a big smile, immediately getting asked to be in a selfie with a woman in her twenties.

For the next thirty minutes it felt like we were bombarded, stuck not ten feet past the door in a never ending line of people wanting to talk to Y/N. Yes, some people were football fans but a vast majority were there for Y/N, some nervous, some practically jumping out of their skins.

“Damn dude, you’re beyond lucky,” said some guy to me as his wife took a picture with Y/N.

“I know I am,” I responded, Y/N giving me a flash of a smile.

“She needs a break,” whispered Eric in my ear. I stepped forward and cut off the next gaggle of women that wanted to approach.

“Excuse me, I need to steal Y/N for a minute,” I said, taking her arm and leading her down the large open hall.

“Thanks,” she said, grabbing a glass of champagne off a servers tray. She knocked it back and I started to scan the room in search of water for her.

“Hi,” said a teenage girl in a light blue dress, approaching slowly. She seemed out of place at the event filled with adults in designer clothes. “I’m Cecilia Monroe, Sebastian Monroe’s daughter.”

Ah she was this guys kid. That made sense. “Nice to meet you. We haven’t met your father yet. We’d like to thank him for his numerous donations to the Wolves charity over the years.”

“You have a lovely home,” said Y/N, the girl blushing, clasping her hand over her wrist in a failed attempt to hide her friendship bracelet. Y/N caught it and smiled. “Did you go to the tour this year?”

“Uh yeah. My dad got VIP tickets,” she said shyly, suddenly straightening her back. “I’ll be on the veranda. Please come find me when you’re through with my dad. It’s very important.”

She scuttled away, Y/N raising an eyebrow.

“I think you have a superfan,” I chuckled, Y/N biting her lip. “You think she’s a problem?”

“No. She’s a fan clearly but I don’t know,” she said, waving for Eric and Sloane to join us from where they stood together by a table of appetizers.

“You two good?” asked Sloane, their eyes finding the young girl and watching her leave.

“Keep an eye on that girl,” Y/N said, nodding as Cecilia went through open back doors outside. They both readied themselves but Y/N shook her head. “Just watch her. This might be a Denver situation.”

“Denver?” I asked, Eric frowning.

“Fan in Denver was being abused by her parents. Subtly asked Y/N for help at an event. Smart kid actually,” said Eric. “Sloane and I can try a soft approach with the girl, get a feel for if something is up, relay we can keep her safe .”

“This guy does have a lot of private security,” said Sloane. “If something’s happening, she may feel safer knowing we can protect her in the interim.”

“Let’s go talk to the girl,” said Y/N just as a man in a very nice suit came striding down the hall towards us. “I think that’s our host.”

“Eric, Sloane, go see what’s up. We can fend for ourselves for awhile,” I said. They scuttled away as the man greeted us, holding out a hand and shaking mine firmly.

“Sebastian Monroe,” he said with a pleasant enough smile. “And you two are the power couple my teenage daughter will not stop talking about.”

“Yeah, we get that a lot. We said hello to her earlier,” said Y//N with a fake smile, staying close to my side when the men looked like he was going to reach for her hand. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Dean Winchester,” I said, taking my hand back, the other wrapped around Y/N’s waist. The man only smiled though, like we didn’t need to introduce ourselves. “I’ve heard you’re a Wolves fan.”

“Oh not anymore than anyone else,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Although a signed jersey by you would certainly go for big bucks at our next charity auction.”

“We’ll have to make that happen for sure,” I said, not enjoying the way his gaze traveled down Y/N’s body. I’d seen it plenty of times tonight but his seemed the most sleazy of all.

“Speaking of the auction, where are the tables? I’d love to donate,” said Y/N.

“Right side of the veranda, sweetie.” Y/N hummed, giving me a look to join her as soon as I could. “Boy, if I was ten years younger.”

I couldn’t hide my annoyance, Sebastian flashing me a smile. “Oh no. Please go ahead and tell me what you’d do if you were ten years younger.”

“Easy kid. Half the population would bone her if they could,” he said, sipping from the glass in his hand. He took his turn to eye me, a curious look on his face. “You know, I could be inclined to offer another sizeable donation to the Wolves charity for those kids if I could get one of those signed jerseys myself.”

I bit my tongue, both of us aware of the clear message. Refuse and good ol’ Sebastian stops donating a million dollars each year to kids in poverty.

“I’m sure you got one around here somewhere we could fix up,” I said. Sebastian threw an arm over my shoulder and I hide my cringe.

“Good man. Come on. I got one right in my game room.”

Reader POV

There wasn’t really anything you wanted from the silent auction but you had found a general donation slip at the end of the table and jotted down your agent’s information. You’d looked around for Eric and Sloane or the girl when you finished but hadn’t found any of them which probably wasn’t a good sign. You frowned and walked over the railings edge, looking around the dim yard for any sign of them.

“Bruschetta?” asked one of the servers.

“No thank you,” you said without looking.

“I must insist,” he said. You rolled your eyes, ready to give it to this guy but something seemed familiar about him. He handed you one on a small napkin as you kept staring. “Take a bite and smile, pretend it’s really good.”

You’d had more than a handful of dangerous fan interactions over the years but this felt…different.

You did as he asked, faking wide eyes at the average at best food. “Who are you?”

“Do not make a scene,” he said as you finished off the food. “I need to get to your bodyguards.”

“Are you trying to protect that girl? Cecilia?” you asked as you played along and took another piece off the tray.

“What? No. I don’t have time for this,” he said, stepping in front of you, your gaze narrowing. “Do not ask questions. Just get me and Max the fuck out of here.”

“Max?” Your heart skipped a beat, the food falling from your hand as you understand where you’d seen him before. “Y-You’re Sam.”

“We’re watched. Get your guards to get us out. Don’t get caught or we’re dead,” he said, turning away and offering a couple nearby food from his tray. You swallowed, instantly putting on your performer’s smile. The one you wore that time you had food poisoning during a concert and were throwing up between songs back in the summer. The crowd had no fucking clue you felt like shit while you gave them the show of their lives.

Time to act your fucking ass off.

You walked past Sam without a second glance, wishing you could ask him all the questions swirling around in your head. Tell him he was going to be okay. Give him a damn hug and tell him he was safe now.

But you wore that damn smile, all while your blood was boiling. You’d had a lot of dark fantasies about what you’d do to the person that took Max. In recent weeks that’d turned to include Sam too.

It turned out the monster was a hundred feet away from you inside some fucking mansion.

“Y/N,” said Sloane, appearing through a set of open doors in the house, catching your arm a little roughly. “Stay in public.”

“I need to talk-” She shot daggers at you, shutting you up.

“Stay in public for the love of god or Eric will kill me,” she said, loosening her grip. “In forty five seconds I need you to be the biggest distraction in the world. Do not go in any rooms with anyone. Your fame will keep you safe but only if there are people around to witness it. Eric has eyes on him. Do not ask questions. Understand?”

“Sam’s on the veranda,” you whispered, Sloane nodding. Cecilia must have told her and Eric about your brothers.

“Go give us a shot to get them out of here.” You nodded and slipped inside, heart thumping away in your throat. Max was with with Eric. Wherever he was, he was with Eric. He was safe. And Sam should have been with Sloane by then. They were both safe.

As long as they got them out of this house and into the damn car before anyone could notice. Before all those private security guards seemingly on the edge of every room could stop them. Your driver was fast though. They just had to get the boys in the car and they’d be alright.

So you needed to be a distraction. A big fucking distraction and buy them time. You froze in the middle of the hallway, watching Sebastian leave a room with Dean by his side, horribly annoyed from the looks of it. An idea sparked in your mind, one you hoped Dean forgave you for someday.

Yeah, you knew how to cause a big fucking distraction alright.

Dean POV

“You son of a bitch!” screamed Y/N. Normal people could scream loud. A goddamn professional singer that could belt out ballads while running? The whole house went silent at her ear piercing shriek. Even the string orchestra stopped playing. I stared at her as she climbed on top of a table in the center hall, my eyes going wide. “You fucking cheater! You’re a fucking cheater Dean Winchester!”

“Excuse me?” I said, a hundred already with their phones out with even more people piling into the house from the veranda. “Sweetheart-”

“Don’t sweetheart me!” she screamed again. What the fuck was happening? “You’re a cheating bastard! You swore you were different!”

“Y/N, get off the table,” I said gently, very aware of the many phones that were facing us, even some from the freaking staff and private event security. Y/N only backed away when I reached for her, fury in her eyes so visceral it felt like it burned. “Y/N what-”

“I know what you did with her! By the fucking cherry blossoms? Our cherry blossoms? You think you can sleep around on me? I’m the motherfucking Princess of Pop! The world fucking loves me!”

Something was wrong. Besides the fact I hadn’t cheated, Y/N wasn’t one to scream at people from tabletops. She wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t on drugs. And we had no fucking cherry blossoms. Except for the fact it was the code to get in her house.

Trust. She was asking me to fucking trust her right now in front of three hundred people while she tore down my reputation.

If my girl was losing her shit, well damn I was going to play right along.

“Oh get off your high fucking horse!” I shouted, Y/N flinching for a brief moment like it’d stung. “I never made you promises. We aren’t even fucking exclusive!”

“What?!” she shouted back as Sebastian came over, clearing his throat.

“Perhaps if you two could-”

“This bitch is a moron for thinking I’d ever want someone like her. Of course I’m dicking around with you! You really think I want some goodie two shoes like you?”

“Man whore!” she shouted.

“Fucking prude!” I screamed back, praying to god Y/N knew that every word out of my mouth was a lie. “No wonder no one wants to date you. Getting in your pants wasn’t even worth it!”

“Funny since getting in yours just takes a smile. I’m surprised you haven’t contracted every disease known to man you pig!”

“At least I get some! You’re wound up so tight surprised anything can fucking fit up there!” Fuck, I was really going to hate myself in the morning.

Y/N was halfway through screaming back at me when I felt both my phone and Y/N’s go off in my pocket.

YOUR BROTHERS ARE SAFE. HOST SECURITY KNOWS WE GOT THEM OUT. OUR SECURITY & FEDS ON THE WAY. ETA TEN MINUTES. DON’T TRUST LOCAL COPS. CORRUPTED. HOST IS BAD GUY. STAY AWAY FROM HIM AND GUARDS. DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO TO STAY IN PUBLIC.

“What the fuck does brothers safe mean?” I asked, tossing my phone to her. Y/N caught it one handed, her whole body relaxing momentarily before tensing again, her rage suddenly on it’s true target.

Sebastian Monroe.

“Our brothers were here,” she grit out. She ripped off her heels and hopped down onto the floor, stalking over to Sebastian slowly like he was her prey. Her face darkened and I swore she looked ready to tear someone’s throat out. “Our baby brothers were in this fucking house! As your servers! Not of their free will! No. No, they were being watched. Forced. Last I checked, our baby brothers were kidnapped and they didn’t get un-fucking kidnapped.”

She gripped her heel tight in her left hand, right clenched so hard I saw the bone against the skin of her knuckles.

“I don’t care if you weren’t the one that took them. But you kept them and I’m going to fucking destroy you for it,” she growled, approaching him as my brain tried to catch up.

“Y/N what are-”

“I saw Sam! And he was scared and said they’d kill him if he got caught talking to me. They’re safe now but Sam and Max were forced to live here. By him.” Her head turned towards Sebastian, his own head glancing at his security team. “What the fuck did you do to our brothers?”

It clicked for me what she’d been saying, what the text meant, why Y/N had acted so out of character. So full of hatred. But I barely had a chance to feel that same hatred.

Because in the blink of an eye, one of Sebastian’s guards grabbed at Y/N and her fist shot out, connecting with the man’s jaw. He seemed alarmed at her strength and fell back, another guard trying to get their hands on her.

“Get off!” she shouted, kneeing another guy before flipping him on his back. But there were too many of them and I rushed forward, yanking her behind me just as Sebastian got in my face.

He eyed me up and down, smirking at me. “Oh you two just made a big mistake.”

He clasped his hands together loudly as his guards surrounded us, turning his attention to the rest of the party.

“Let’s give the love birds some privacy to sort out their issues,” he chuckled. “And maybe keep an eye on the open bar, hm?”

He spun back around and leaned in close, the stench of cigars and alcohol on his breath.

“Get your brothers back here or I’ll fuck her up so badly there won’t be anything left to bury.” He gripped my shoulder, too forcefully. “And then I’ll bury you alive in the woods all the while the world will think you got in a drunken accident on the way home. After all you had a very loud and public argument tonight. With the friends I have in certain positions of authority…I can make even you two disappear like nothing.”

Y/N gripped the back of my suit jacket tight, a slight tremble in her hand as she listened to him speak.

“Get those boys back and get those guards back in the next ten minutes or I start cutting off pieces of the damn princess of pop.”

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #dean x #dean winchester fanfic #football au

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bb-eilish · 1 year

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phone sex

pairing; beomgyu x f!reader

warnings; phone sex(obvi), use of toys, dirty talk, mutual masturbation.

a/n: since i haven’t written in a little while i decided to write something small, i also have a lee know fic on the way!

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Being away from Beomgyu was hard, you missed his personality and how your heart skips a beat every time he looked at you. And right now, you especially missed him more than ever. Your gut burns with desire and need as you toss and turn.

What you wouldn’t give for him to push you into a position and have his way with you. You can feel the fabric of your underwear dampen more as your brain speeds up. He’s on tour right now, what time is it for him? You test the waters and peel an eye open, grabbing your charging phone from your nightstand.

I miss you, are you awake?

Three bubbles soon appear and you let out a sigh of relief.

I miss you too, what’s up?

Can you call me?

Of course

As soon as his caller ID pops up across your screen, you press the accept button, waiting eagerly to hear his voice.

“Hey baby, everything okay?”

God his voice is so hot, you’d give anything to have him here.

“Yea…I just…miss you.” Beomgyu knows you like the back of his hand and catches on to you.

“Yea? You miss me? I miss you too, baby. So much, you know what I miss about you?”

You hum for him to continue.

“Miss your hair, your soft skin, your pretty eyes, and I especially miss your perfect fucking cunt.”

The gasp he hears has him chuckling, “Why’d you really call me? Hm? Is it because you’re wet and miss my cock?”

You’re not able to see your face, but you know you’re blushing, and you know the look thats settled over your eyes as well, it’s always the same when he speaks to you like this.

“Yes, need you so bad, Beomgyu.” You try not to whine too loudly. A hand trails down your stomach, scratching the skin lightly, the first touch over your underwear has you inhaling sharply.

“Mm, are you touching yourself, cutie?”

You hum again, pressing your fingers more firmly against the dampness.

“What’re you thinking about?” His hand copies yours and drifts downward, hips lifting slightly to push down his pants enough to comfortably free himself.

“Well-‘ A strangled whine comes from you before you could continue. “The l-last time you touched me. Oh my god, I think about it a lot.” Before going on tour he wanted to leave you with something, an insatiable ache between your legs. He hit all of your spots and had your legs shaking in minutes, now you’re here-with your hand.

“Hehe, did you like it? I know I did, the way your wet little pussy sucked up my cock-god.” He moans, hand beginning to fist around his shaft.

“Please, keep going, Beomie.”

You could hear the smirk when he starts talking, this is a major ego boost for him.

“You know what i’d do if I was there? I’m not sure I could control myself seeing you touch yourself, but I’d love to eat you out. You always taste so good, and it’s so cute when you try and shut your legs around me, or the sounds you make-fuck-I’d have you shaking by now just with my tongue.”

The hand between your legs goes below the fabric and presses against your clit directly, the lack of clothing making it much more sensitive. The burning in your gut becomes hotter, like he has personally lit a match in you.

“Y/n, I want you to do something for me. Can you?”

He could’ve asked for anything in that moment and you would’ve agreed. “Yes, anything.”

A mischievous smirk spreads across his face before he speaks. “I want you to rub your clit until you’re almost there. But, do not cum until I say so. If I find out you that you came without my permission, you will not enjoy when I come back. Do you understand?”

You frown but agree anyway. Your fingers press a little harder and the fire inside you starts to spread. You haven’t gotten off this fast in months, and it’s all because of him. A moment goes by of you moaning into the phone, you’re not usually this sensitive but neither of you are complaining.

“Feel good, baby?” He asks, lazily stroking himself.

“Y-yes, close.”

“Stop.” His voice is firm, you know not to keep going.

Your hand slows to a stop, the fleeting feeling of your orgasm makes you whine out loud.

“Good girl, now, move your fingers down. Tease your cute little hole just like I do.” Your wetness meets your fingertips when you do as he says, you didn’t realize how wet you were.

“Fuck, I’m so wet, Beomie.” Your middle finger dips into you, just a little before coming back and circling around the wetness.

“You’re so cute, yknow that? I wish I could see your pretty face right now, you always look so gorgeous when I touch you.” His hand goes a little faster, knowing you won’t last long.

“Yknow what, I have a great dea. Open up the bottom drawer of our nightstand, grab your pink vibrator.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, baby. Grab it.” Your heart spikes at his request, but you do as your told. Opening the drawer and grabbing the specific one he said. Once it’s in your hand a shiver runs down your spine, along with a bunny vibrator in the front, it’s fit with a shaft, about 6 inches if you remember. Beomgyu saw it online and raved about how cute you’d look using it.

“I-I have it.”

A deep hum comes through the phone, “Good, prep it. Rub it up and down your wet little pussy.” The toy is cold when it first makes contact with your hot skin, it has goosebumps spreading over your legs and arms. You sigh when you begin to coat the silicon with your wetness, it reminds you of how Beomgyu does the same thing to tease you.

“Now, turn it on and only use the bunny.” He for real wants to torture you, you deduced.

The bunny’s ears spring to life as you tap the button and you hesitantly press it to your clit, a strangled moan is pulled out of you and it’s music to Beomgyu‘s ears.

“That’s right, feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes, so good. But, I wanna cum so bad, Beomgyu please.” You’re to your wits end and Beomgyu loves it.

“You’re so greedy, yknow that? But, fine. Fuck yourself with it, let me know how it feels.”

You don’t have to be told twice before sinking the silicone into you and tossing your head against the pillow, letting go of the phone. You put it on speaker and rest it next to your head.

The slight sting has your brain short circuiting for a second. Beomgyu on the other line swears he’s never been so hard, precum drips down his fist in pearls before he smears it over the head. A shutter racks down his spine before he demands you to speed it up.

“Faster, baby. Need you to cum soon.”

You agree and borderline slam the toy, the deeper you go the more you feel the bunny ears on your throbbing clit.

“You’re gonna get it so bad when I come back, cutie. Gonna lose my mind when I touch you again.” He moans, a deep guttural moan. It has you so much closer, along with his words. This whole ordeal is so erotic you can’t keep going any longer.

“Close, I’m so close.” The breathiness of your whines has him bucking into his own fist, imagining it was you he was inside of.

During the last seconds of sanity, you can’t help but do the same. Imagining it was Beomgyu stretching you right now. Your limbs tense up before you let go.

“Fuck, I’m-“ You loudly whine at the white hot pleasure and clamp your eyes even more shut. The tips of your fingers prickle and goosebumps rise. You keep up the pace of the toy until you can’t anymore.

Beomgyu is the same, “Me too.” He fucks his fist a few times to ride out his high.

You hurriedly turn off the vibrating before you’re overstimulated. Panting is the only thing heard before he chuckles at the sight of his hand covered in his cum and the situation.

“That wasn’t the only reason I called you, by the way. I miss you in other ways as well.” Your voice is sincere as you speak.

“Don’t worry, baby. I know, I miss you too, so much. I’ll be home in a month, and I won’t leave your side.” His kind words go right to your heart.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

#txt smut #txt x reader #txt hard hours #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #kpop smut #kpop x reader

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anonauthorsworkshop · 2 years

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May I request headcanons for SCP-049 x injured! junior researcher reader (gender neutral)?

I'm thinking y/n gets hurt during a breach and 049 finds them scared and in pain. Unable to move from their injuries, y/n cannot run away. They have no choice but to accept their fate.

sure!!

You think you're the dumbest employee here.

You know you were supposed to head to the breach shelter. But you're still new to this job, and you got a little lost.

Okay, maybe 'a little' was an understatement. You had no idea where you were going.

You, of course, managed to make your situation even worse. You ran into a ragtag group of rogue D-Class, who decided it was a great idea to take your keycard.

Which is fine. Not great, but fine. You were still alive.

Well, barely. Because they also decided to slice you up before they stole your belongings.

And that's why you're slumped against the wall, waiting until someone finds you. Or until you bleed out. Either works.

You don't know how long it was until you saw someone again. But when you did, you were overjoyed. At last, you're saved- aaand of course it's not a human. That's 049.

Now, since you're a junior researcher, you've mostly been shadowing at your job. You've seen 049 during a few of your shadowing sessions before. That's the only reason why you recognize him.

Well. Nothing you can do. It's not like you can move with your injuries. Maybe he'll turn you into one of his zombies or something. Hey, think on the bright side! You'd be useful to someone after death.

You close your eyes. You may accept your death, but there's no way you're staying awake for it.

When you open your eyes, it's bright.

You sit up, wiping at your eyelids. What the hell-

“Careful, doctor.”

You almost give yourself whiplash from how hard you turn your head.

“You should not be moving so soon,” 049 says, gazing at you with folded hands.

You blink. You need to process this situation.

You’re sitting on a table. 049 stands across from you. His bag is by his side, where he keeps his surgical tools.

His surgical tools.

Oh, god.

You lift your shirt, exposing your stitched stomach.

You were right. He stitched you up. What in the world have you gotten yourself into?

“Doctor,” he blurts, seemingly flustered. “I understand you may be panicked, but please pull down your...”

Whoops.

“You are in my cell,” he explains. “I brought you here.”

Maybe this is a fever dream, you think.

He holds a vase of lavender, extending it to you. “It will calm you.”

You grab it from him, making sure not to touch him in the process.

Huh. He’s right. The smell of lavender is pretty calming.

“Why’d you help me?” you manage to ask.

“You are a fellow doctor, and you were in pain.”

He cares?

You hum. Maybe you could ask him some more questions. It’d be just like conducting an interview!

Kind of.

“I’m not really ‘official,’ though.” You shrug. “I’m a junior. Not much doctor experience here.”

He laughs. “You remind me of myself when I started my journey. Being a junior does not make you any less of a doctor.”

He slings his satchel over his shoulder, moving to sit beside you.

“You still seem tense,” he remarks. No surprise there.

“Here, let me tell you a story of when I was a ‘junior.’ Perhaps you will learn from my experience. There was a time in France...”

For the remainder of the breach, he tells you of his old travels. You find yourself at ease, listening to his reminiscing with a smile.

This job wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

#anonymous #answered #ask #author #headcanons #scp #scp foundation #scp x reader #scp 049 #scp 049 x reader

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dmercer91 · 1 year

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ebug’s sister, dm91

part one / part two

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blakefriarr_

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blakefriarr_: my brother’s an ebug (and i’m his personal taxi, so i get to make these); episode 2!

feast your eyes upon pretty country boy, approximately seven seconds after full body LAUNCHING himself into the glass where i was standing and then grinning at me like a GOON

followed by (oh) captain (my captain) nico hischier looking like he’s just witnessed something absolutely diabolical occur on the ice

and following THAT we have daws (again!) getting an empty netter and thinking, hey! what would it be like if i were a puck? he promptly had that question answered for him. amen.

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jackhughes: when did this become the dawson mercer show

→ blakefriarr_: when i met dawson mercer??

jackhughes: i got no mentions in this one

→ blakefriarr_: fine. this just in!! captain nico hischier was not WITNESSING something diabolical. that was just alt cap jachary hughes skating by and creating a death cloud of axe phoenix

→ jackhughes: jachary?????????

→ blakefriarr_: that’s what you get for yelling at me in my own comment section

username293832: honestly i think that’s just nico’s resting face at this point

username83232: is she a wag?

→ username1241212: no! she came with the emergency goaltender they keep in the crowd in case someone gets hurt. my guess is she’s just really talented at making a lasting impression

nicohischier: there is something so wrong with you, like, fundamentally

→ blakefriarr_: yeah but in like a weirdly great, entertaining, fabulous and fascinating way, right?

→ nicohischier: i don’t want to agree with that but i also can’t lie

→ jj.friar31: @/nicohischier what have you DONE

→ blakefriarr_: @/jj.friar31 i’ve been insufferable since the admin first commented on my post don’t act like he’s confirmed anything new

→ jj.friar31: at least you can admit that you’re insufferable

→ blakefriarr_: god it’s like i vacuumed up all of your personality and kept it for myself when we were fetuses you’re like a cold unsalted mcdonalds french fry

username49876: she’s so real for having mercer be the focus in every photo

dawson1417: i can confirm i was really wondering what it would be like to get hurdled around at lethal speeds for sixty whole minutes

→ blakefriarr_: how was the free trial?

→ dawson1417: can’t say it was particularly enjoyable

→ blakefriarr_: i enjoyed it

→ dawson1417: you wound me

dawson1417: and don’t act like i didn’t make you laugh during warmups

→ blakefriarr_: goon is a good thing <3

→ dawson1417: yay :)

→ jj.friar31: 🤨🤨📸

jj.friar31: do i need to print off the ten commandments and stick them on the fridge again?

→ blakefriarr_: that’s the funniest thing you’ve ever said get back to me when you sign an elc

→ jj.friar31: would being called to get on the bench count?

→ blakefriarr_: no.

jj.friar31: on a completely unrelated note, @/dawson1417 do you see me as a teammate?

→ dawson1417: @/blakefriarr_ what do i say to this

→ blakefriarr_: say no you gorgeous, gorgeous individual

jesperbratt: do you have a second account for more serious posts? asking for a friend (the friend is dawson)

→ dawson1417: why’d you have to do me like that i told you nvm 😭

→ jesperbratt: and miss this golden opportunity to embarrass you?

→ blakefriarr_: dawson you can’t blame him entirely you just liked my post from may of 2021

→ dawson1417: oh shit must've been some other dawson

→ blakefriarr_: you’re verified, honey

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#ebug’s sister series !#dawson mercer #dawson mercer x reader #new jersey devils #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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dumplingsjinson · 8 months

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List of “unserious ways to break up with someone” prompts

“Yeah, I’m not sure if I want to continue being with someone who makes me drier than the Sahara dessert.” “That’s… A little harsh.”

“I think past me lied about wanting you in my life. Present me doesn’t think that way anymore.”

“Look ahead. What do you see?” “Uh… It’s a split road.” “What do we have in common with a split road?” “I don’t… What are you getting at?” “We’re going to be parting ways just like that split road pretty soon.” “I swear to fucking God if that’s your way of breaking up with me—”

“The stage is our relationship. That exit stage left there is where I’m leaving our relationship.”

“I don’t think you’re working out properly. Like, the techniques you’re using are—” “Yeah, just like how we’re not working out properly but you don’t seem to want to talk about that, do you?” “…I— Sorry? What does that mean?”

“You are officially evicted from my life. Pack your bags and leave.”

“Why’d you take me to the beach?” “Because I know you like the sea very much. And there’re a lot of people here right now, don’t you think?” “Yeah, that’s… That’s a great observation.” “Do you… Do you see what I’m getting at?” “Uh. You said you took me here because you know I like the sea.” “Oh. Yeah, besides that, I think we should uh… We should sea other people.” “…I can’t even be mad at that.”

“I want to, uh… Fuck other people.” “So you want an open relationship?” “No. I want to break up with you so I can fuck other people. Sorry I didn’t say that first.”

“Why are you always so miserable?” “Because you make me miserable, you prick. And I’m going to un-miserable myself by breaking up with your bitchass.”

“I miss the single life.” “…Yeah, same. I’m glad we finally agree on something.”

#i tried wflknwefkn #i was in a mood lmfao #prompts #writing prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #break up prompts

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tumbwr · 8 months

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yea so like, i just think that the nuances of “bi lesbianism” are like, far and few between that it’s just … whatever. Like. at the end of the day … whatever. i get it in my own way i guess. like i relate to women in 99.99% of cases sexually & romantically … and like at the same time could totally see myself like, “using a boytoy” ... yeah that’d be kinda hot. hehe yeahh. *phone rings* oh wait hang on a second i gotta take this. it’s from God. *picks up phone* Hey, wasup? yeah. yeah im doin good. im w a friend rn they wont be able to hear u so no worries. mhm. yeah, Mhm. yea. oh, for sure. haha yeah i know. yea. Yeah for sure. alright, cool yeah. oh nice that’s exciting! nice. congrats. Mhm. mhm. yeah i gotta go soon too. mmh—i uh… … … um love you too, …Father? lol. hey so why’d you give me such a dickish father anyways? … oh dont “to teach me a lesson” me. Fuck.off.with.that. dude cmon. ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah. i know youre joking. it’s chill. dude literally dont worry ab it. .. yeah. … Hey so i wanna catch up later but im kinda busy at the mo & i gotta go, so ttyl? yea? hmm. oh,… dang… no that wont work. ugh *sighhhh* shit, lemme check my schedule. no dude, i cant do, no, cant do sunday lol. whats with your obsession over sundays anyways? uhuh. alright. i mean, i guess. yeah, whatever. Hey, dont come for me and my rubik’s cube collection. theyre cool. u wouldnt even get it. oh, wait… yeah no i take that back. right, yeah lol. it’s fine we’ll talk some other time. alright see ya. byeee. yeah. mhm. mmbye. *hangs up phone* hey so God just called me and told me my opinions are mostly correct on this subject and that i should abuse more stimulants. and that it’ll “help me reach nirvana” lmao.

#posting #MY MAGNUM OPUS??? i am proud of tjis one??? LMAO #s

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N had that cute innocent teenage love, but what happens when Y/N’s life is flipped upside down; and he’s the one that got away?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None….hope you enjoy this one tho…she cute or whateva🤭

Song for the imagine: The One That Got Away-Katy Perry

Never planned that one day

I’d be losing you

In another life

I would be your girl

“Is that the last box?” My mom asked me as I walked into the front door

“Yes finally, never realized how much stuff I had” I said walking up the stairs to my bedroom

“Well you were away for a good 5 years” she said laughing

“True, didn’t feel like I had so much stuff though” I said laughing

“I’ll let you unpack, and I’ll start some dinner” she said walking away

“Okay! I’ll be down in a few” I said walking up to my room

I stepped into my room placing the last box down….god this room needed some major upgrades. Can’t believe this is what my room looked like when I was 16…who did I think I was

I started to unpack some things, mainly my clothes and some trinkets.

“This room is such a disaster” I said looking around and laughing to myself. I can’t believe my mom left my room the same since I was 16….shes so weird.

I headed down to eat and chat with my mom after I cleaned up some more.

“Mom why’d you leave my room the same” I said laughing

“Well with your father getting full custody, and me knowing your father, and him not wanting you to come here, or me to go there I wanted to keep the memory of you from the last time I would see you” she said smiling

“Yeah dads a dick….Im so glad to be back home. I just missed Boston so much, Arizona is utter crap” I said laughing and drinking some water

“The east coast is better” she said laughing with me

“We have so much stuff to catch up on, and so many things to do” I said getting emotional

“I know. I can’t believe my babies 21 I can not drink with you” she said taking a sip of her wine

“Can’t wait for our drunk nights laughing and crying about random shit” I said

“Those are the best times” she said nodding her head

I had finished eating, and helped my mom clean up the kitchen

“Alright I’m going to head upstairs, and clean up some more, and unpack” I said kissing her on the cheek

“Okay baby, and if you need help let me know” she said drying her hands

“Will do” I said smiling at her before heading back upstairs

I got upstairs and started throwing all my stuff I didn’t want in trash bags for donation, putting more of my clothes away, and putting my new stuff out where my old things were.

I was pretty much done, and I decided to put my shoe container under my bed, I lifted up the skirt of the bed

“Oh god so much dust” I said making a grossed out face

I decided to get the broom and sweep underneath, I was sweeping when all of a sudden two Polaroids flew out from under my bed

“The fuck?” I said leaning down and picking them up, wiping the dust off of them

It was two Polaroids of Matt and I from when we were 16…. Holy shit…

My brows furrowed. When I moved to Arizona I swore I packed these, but I couldn’t find them after days of tearing my room apart

My dad never liked me talking about or speaking to boys, so I assumed he found them and threw them away. I held so much anger towards him for that….and the whole time they’ve been here.

I flipped them over and on the back of the left one it said

“Don’t forget about me I love you-Matt”, and on the right Polaroid it said “be us against the world, in another life I would make you stay”

All my memories started flooding back of Matt and I

Flashback

I was neighbors with the Sturniolos my whole life, but never spoke to the boys. I was always so scared, but one day when I was 13 my mom threw a party and invited them, the triplets and I immediately became friends.

We went to the same high school, and had most of the same classes together. They were the best things to have happened to me. By the time we were 16 I started to realize that I may have liked Matt, but was always so scared to tell him

One night I was just so fed up of never saying anything to him, so I got up and walked over to their house, texting Matt to meet me outside

“Hey Y/N are you alright?” He asked shutting the door behind him

“Yeah I’m good, I’ve just been thinking about some things” I said smiling at him

“Oh? Tell me” he said walking down the steps

“Walk with me?” I asked

“Yeah let’s go” he said following me

“So uh I’m not sure how to put this, and I’m not sure that you’ll feel the same way, but Matt I really like you” I said looking over at him

“Like, like me like me, or like me as a friend?” He said confused

“No Matt, like I like you. I have a huge crush on you” I said getting shy

“You do?” He said looking at me

“Matt YES” I said looking at him

“Y/N….I have the biggest crush on you too” he said smiling

“You do?” I asked confused

“Yes! Hasn't it been obvious?” He said

“No not really” I said laughing

“Well I do” he said pulling me in for a hug

From that moment Matt and I started dating, spending every second together. There was nothing but laughs, long conversations and overall innocent love you see in the movies.

“Hey Y/N, could I kiss you?” Matt asked me one night while we were watching a movie in my living room

“Yeah….ive never kissed anyone before though” I said getting nervous

“Me neither” he said also getting nervous

“Okay, so this could be a learning curve for us” I said laughing to break the awkwardness

“Uh yeah” he said getting shy

Matt had turned towards me, and leaned in kissing me first. It took me a few seconds to register what happened, and then finally I kissed back.

My stomach exploding with butterflies and fireworks…I never wanted to leave this moment. Matt had pulled away, and from that day on he couldn’t keep his lips off of me, but then again neither could I.

Everything was going good for 6 months, before my mom came home one day stressed and crying

“Mom? What’s going on” I said looking at her

“Baby….im so sorry” she said looking over at me and crying

“Mom what’s going on you’re scaring me” I said getting worried

“Y/N your dad won custody of you” she said looking down

“What? I’m 16. How does he magically get custody of me now?” I said getting upset

“I know baby trust me I tried to fight it, but he’s got a better rep than me” she said shaking her head

“What that’s not true! You’ve been here for me and where has he been? Gone nowhere to be seen…..I can’t believe this” I said shaking my head and letting out a sigh

“Trust me I know. I tried, but they don’t care they just look at his perfect record” she said wiping her eyes

“So what now?” I said scared of what she has to say next

“You have to go move with him” she said avoiding eye contact

“IN ARIZONA?? NO” I said raising my voice

“You don’t understand. We have no choice” she said

“This is so unfair. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you, and my friends and I don’t want to leave Matt” I said starting to cry

“I know you don’t, and I’m so sorry that you have to do this, but there’s no other choice” she said shaking her head

“When do I leave?” I asked

“Two weeks” she said looking down

“TWO WEEKS! I don’t even get to finish the school year, or properly say bye to my friends and boyfriend” I said shrieking

“Y/N…..this hurts me too okay” she said

“I can’t believe dad…” I said rolling my eyes

I waited till the very last day to tell Matt and his brothers. I couldn’t spend two weeks with them knowing that we’re all hurting while we’re hanging out. So I much rather just tell them the night before I’m leaving. I can’t be here to see their pain

The night before I was leaving I texted Matt asking if I could come over, and he said yes. I walked over, and he let me in

“What’s going on?” He said noticing my demeanor

“I have to tell you and your brothers something” I said sniffling

“Okay yeah we’re in Chris room” he said

We went up to Chris room, and they all looked concerned

“What’s going on? You’re freaking us out” Chris said

“I’m moving…..to Arizona….with my dad” I said avoiding eye contact

“WHAT?” They all screamed

“Yeah I know, he won custody, and now I have no choice” I said crying

“This is bullshit” Matt said

“Trust me Matt I know” I said shaking my head

“When do you leave?” Nick asked

“Tomorrow morning…my flights at 5AM” i said

“What? And you didn’t bother to tell us sooner” Matt said

“I know okay. I just couldn’t sit here and see us all hurting, so I rather rip the bandaid off now, and not have to see the hurt in your eyes” I said wiping my tears

“I can’t believe this” Matt said

“Will you visit?” Nick asked

“I have no clue, my dads like a drill sergeant….he hates my mom, and he will probably hate me too. I’d be lucky if he lets me visit for the holidays” I said

“This is fucked” Chris said

“Very….” I said

“Well instead of being sad let’s try to make these next few hours memorable for you” Nick said smiling

That night we watched movies, and shows and laughed and ate snacks and took pictures and videos to always have one another

“Y/N let’s take Polaroids, so you’ll never forget me in Arizona” Matt said

“I could never forget you” I said looking at him

He pulled me in and snapped two Polaroids of us, writing on the back, and handing it to me

“I love you so much” he said pulling me in for a hug and kiss

“I love you too Matt” I said smiling at him

Later on that night I went back home and packed up the last of my things that I would be carrying with me. I thought I put the Polaroids in my bookbag, but what actually happened was I didn’t close the pocket, and they fell out when I put my bag on causing them to fall under my bed…..

It was 3:00am and my mom was in the car waiting for me. I looked at my room one last time

“I guess I’ll be back one day” I said shutting the light off and closing my door

I walked outside to see Matt and his family talking to my mom

“We’re going to miss you so much” Mary Lou said pulling me in for a hug

“I’m going to miss you guys too” I said sniffling

I hugged all of them, and waited to hug Matt last

“Matt I love you so much, and never forget about me” I said letting a tear slip

“I could never” he said letting a tear slip as well

I pulled him in for a hug, and kissed him

“I guess I’ll see you when I see you” I said to them

“Bye Y/N” they said

As I got in the front seat I waved

“Love yall” I said before getting in

My mom started to drive off as I stared into the side view mirror…..my whole life just gone down the drain….and now I have to start a new life in Arizona with my dad

We had gotten to the airport, and this was my first time flying alone, so I was nervous

“You’re going to be okay baby, I love you and let me know when you landed okay? Call me every single day please” She said letting tears fall

“Don’t cry mom” I said pulling her in for a hug

“How can I not? You’re leaving me” she said

“I’ll be okay, I’ll call you everyday and I love you too” I said before getting out the car

“Love you baby” she said and I shut the door walking to my new life

My dad was an absolute asshole. All we did was fight and yell and bicker. He never let me see my mom. I never went back to Boston, and at 17 when I graduated he put me in a private college. I could’ve left, but by that point I had so much fear in my heart because of him.

I had gotten two jobs so I could save and move out, and go back to Boston. I only did three years of college before dropping out. My dad was fuming, but I was 21, and I was ready to see my mother again

I hadn’t really kept up with the triplets because I didn’t want to endure that pain, but about a year ago I saw they were really famous on youtube. My tik tok page has become full of videos of these people I used to be so close with, and my ex Matt.

It was so crazy to see, but yet again we never spoke to each other for these 5 years.

Flashback Over

“God this is crazy” I said examining these Polaroids of us

I went downstairs to my mom

“Hey mom look what i found” I said shaking her the Polaroids

“Holy shit, you and Matt” she said looking at the pictures

“So crazy how fast 5 years can change everything” I said

“Man yall had such cute innocent love” she said smiling at the pictures

“Yeah I never talked to them again after i left” I said

“Yeah I know they’re mom always asked about you, you know they're super famous on social media now. They were just on tour last I spoke to their mom” my mom said

“Yeah I’ve seen it on my social media pages….its so crazy” I said

“You know Matt’s super cute now” she said winking at me

“Mommmm stop” I said laughing

“I’m just saying, you know You should see if they’re home I know that they live half in LA and half here because of their job” she said

“Mom I doubt they’d remember me or care because it’s been so long” I said rolling my eyes

“You act like you’ve been gone for 20 years, they will remember you” she said laughing

“I don’t know. I feel like we grew apart at this point, so would they really care to see me?” I said

“I’m sure Mary Lou always said they asked about you! Go on” she said shooing me

“Okay” I said giving up

I decided to walk over to the Sturniolos house, knocking and getting super nervous about who would open the door.

I heard walking, and suddenly the door was opening up

“Hi” I heard Mary Lou say as she opened the door

“Hi Mary” I said smiling at her, she looked at me a little confused before suddenly her eyes got wide

“Y/N??” She said shocked

“Yes!” I said smiling at her

“Oh my god! Look at you! You’re all grown up. My god it’s been so long” she said pulling me in for a hug

“I know…. 5 years and 6 days to be exact” I said pulling away from the hug

“Please come in” she said waving me in

We walked to the kitchen where I sat at the island

“Jimmy! Come look who’s here” she yelled

Suddenly Jimmy came in from upstairs

“Holy shit!” He said smiling at me and pulling me in for a hug

“When did you get back?” He asked

“About a few hours ago actually” I said

“Man the boys prayed every day you’d come and visit” he said

“Yeah I know….my dads not the nicest” I said shaking my head

“I figured it was him” Mary Lou said

“Are you back for good?” Jimmy asked

“Yes! I’m back for good” I said smiling

“Oh wait till the boys hear about this” she said

“It’s so insane how fast 5 years go by” Jimmy said

“I know I was saying the same thing earlier….i'm just so glad to be back home” I said

“We are too! Man this is amazing” Jimmy said

“I should call the boys” Mary said, I assumed she meant FaceTime, and that they were back in LA

“They’ll be so happy to see you” she said

I smiled at her, and right before she went to call one of them, the front door opened

I heard three deeps voices laughing and talking

“Oh well never mind they’re home” she said

“We’re in the kitchen” Jimmy yelled out

Chris walked in first with Nick behind him, and then Matt behind Nick

“What the fuck” Chris said looking at me as he stopped in his tracks

“Is this real life?” Nick said looking at me

“Y/N?” Matt said looking at me with a shocked expression

“Yeah” I said smiling at them

The End

Alright guys I hope you liked this one, and lmk your opinions and if I should make a part 2 TEHEHE🤭🤭 love yall so very much, and always thank you for the support and love 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines #Spotify

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thealliasylum · 1 year

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🔞Play With It 💋

Warning: Mature language, SMUT, 18+, oral sex (female receiving), mentioning the reader having sex with Jey, SMUT, mediocre-ish editing. Enjoy

“Wassup, (Y/N).” I hear a familiar voice, before feeling a slap on my ass.

“How’d you know it was me?” I ask, seeing that it’s Jey.

“You know we can recognize that ass from anywhere.” Roman answers, slapping my ass like his cousin. “Especially in a pair of jeans that I bought.”

“Whatever. I gotta go get ready for work so I’ll see you tomorrow at Paul’s.”

“You don’t have a few minutes for Daddy?” Roman sweet talks me.

“5 minutes and 5 minutes only.” I tell Roman while he locks the door behind us.

“Nuh uh.” He protests, while unbuttoning my jeans and tongue kissing my neck in the process. “You know I need more than 5 minutes.”

I gasp and smile when his large hand is wrapped around my throat. He takes advantage of my open mouth, by giving it a sloppy kiss. I close my eyes and drift into ecstasy as we tongue kiss and he strips me. I kick my chucks off, while he removes my pants and pull my titties out of my shirt.

“No panties? It’s like you were ready for me.”

I spread my legs and let his fingers tease my pussy.

“Mm~“ I moan when he rubs my clit in circles.

“You sure I can’t have 10?” He asks as his finger slips inside of me.

Before I could even respond or make a noise, I’m being picked up and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I look down and watch him pull out his 8 inches of hard dick, and tease my wet slit with it.

“Beg for it.” He orders after giving me a kiss.

“You’re the one that wanted to fuck me😏”

I kiss him back, and things get heated quickly. His tongue is in my mouth again and I’m tugging at his silky hair. I gasp and break the kiss when he enters me. But it’s just the tip! I know what he’s doing and it’s not gonna work.

“Beg for it.” He repeats, barely moving his hips.

“Just fuck m- *gasps* ahh~”

He cuts me off by giving me a deep stroke and smirking. I become a moaning and blushing mess when he starts fucking me and sucking on my neck.

“Oh my God~“ I whimper, “oh my god~”

“You like that, baby?” He asks, repeatedly hitting my spot with every stroke.

“Yes~” I moan with pouted lips.

“You like that shit?” He grunts before slapping my ass.

Before I can answer, he adjusts our position and snap his hips back and forth with vigor. I hold on to him and squeeze his waist with my legs, as I feel myself coming closer to my first orgasm.

“Hm? You like being fucked like this?” He angrily asks with another spanking.

“YES!~“ I scream while cumming and squirting all over his dick.

My orgasm must’ve lit something in him, because he is fucking me like an animal now!

“Roman—“ I cry while still cumming. “What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me !?”

“Because you lied to me!” He growls and bury himself inside of me. “You don’t go to work tonight.”

I pant and tighten my walls around him while still trying to hold onto him.

“Why’d you lie to me?”

Before I can answer, he snaps his hips and go back to fucking me.

“Hm?” He asks with a slap to my face. “Why’d you lie to me? You tryna avoid Daddy?”

“No!”

He stops and pulls out, but he doesn’t put me down. “Then why’d you lie to me?”

“I’m sorry—“

“I don’t want an apology, I wanna know why you lied.”

“I can’t have a day to myself?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

“You can but you didn’t have to lie,”

Roman carries me to my bedroom and drop me on my bed and pounce on top of me.

“You know how much I hate liars!” Roman growls while spreading my thighs apart.

“I wanted to be a good girl today, not a slut.”

“You’re my slut.”

Roman lifts my hips off the bed, basically folding me, and dive face first into my pussy.

“Daddy~” I moan.

I watch him flicker and swirl his tongue on my clit, but close my eyes when he looks at me.

He pulls away from my heat. “Look at me!”

I open my eyes and lock eyes with the handsome devil that’s pleasing me with his mouth. Then he wraps his lips around my clit and suck on it, which makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. My hands go down to his hair and that must’ve lit something in him, because he immediately took my pussy lips into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Daddy!”

I scream out and pull his hair as he sucks on my pussy like a lollipop.

“Daddy can you please fuck me?” I beg.

Roman inserts 2 fingers and pump them in and out, not even listening to my begging.

“Daddy please~” I whimper.

“Mm-mm!” He declines.

My legs stiffen as I cum on his face and fingers, and scream his name.

Roman chuckles. “That’s my slut. You Daddy’s little slut?”

I bite my lip and nod, while he gets back on top of me.

“Are you Daddy’s little slut!?” He repeats with a slap to my face.

“Yes~”

He wraps his large hand around my throat. “Yes what?”

“I’m your little slut.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want your dick.”

He grants my wish and thrust all the way inside of me. “Thank me.”

“Thank you Daddy.” I say while holding his hand in place.

I gasp and pout my lips when he squeezes my throat, and starts moving his hips. I stick my tongue out and let him spit in my mouth, before pulling him down so he can kiss me. We share a sloppy kiss as he fucks me at the perfect pace. Our bodies rock while our tongues dance and our salivas mix.

One thing about Roman that I love, is how passionate he can be. When Jey fucks me, there’s no kissing, just stress being relieved and hair being pulled. Don’t get me wrong, I love that shit, and it’s great. But when Roman fucks me, he give his all and then some, without overwhelming me.

Roman pulls away and slap me across my face before holding my face in his hand. “You gonna lie to me again?”

“No~”

“This my pussy? Hm? This pussy belong to me?” He says with another slap.

“Yes Daddy~”

“It’s all mine?”

With every question, there’s a long deep stroke, and more aggression in his voice.

“It’s all mine, and not Jey’s?”

“It’s all yours Daddy.”

My legs shake and my back arches when his thumb meets and plays with my clit.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” I scream out.

He moves his thumb faster and snap his hips with vigor, until I’m cumming and squirting on his big dick.

“Mmhmm~” He groans. “Cum on this dick, you little slut!”

Roman puts my legs on his shoulders and chase his orgasm while I come down from mine.

“Pretty ass!” He grunts before cumming inside of me.

Roman collapses on top of me, and pepper kisses on my neck, making me giggle.

“😏 I’m still gonna let Jey eat my pussy.”

Time for round 2

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