#I really threw myself in there because my friend said “if you sit you can't dance and jump” and I was like girl fuck no it's stray kids

[cinhomi]

if everything goes as planned, your girl here is seeing Stray Kids in July... like. for real.

[theereina]

Where You Going?

Pairing: Toxic Husband!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +3.8K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, baby girl, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), P in V, Dom!Terry, Toxic!Terry, alluding to spanking *if you squint*, rough sex

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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As my opened suitcase lay on the bed, I only thought of getting as much of my stuff packed before he came home. I had no other priorities besides leaving. It was 7:02, so I had less than 2 hours before he left work.

“Fuck! I can't find my ring,” I said rushing into the bathroom.

I was struggling to search for it in the chaos I had created. The entire house was a mess. I had singlehandedly destroyed every room in less than 4 hours. No room was left unturned, and I didn't care about how the house looked. This would become his problem after I left. Maybe, he would finally pay attention to something other than his job and friends.

I lifted all of the items on the bathroom counter. To my surprise, I still couldn't find it. I remembered taking it off and sitting it on the counter before doing my hair a few days ago. The prongs always found a way to get tangled in the coils of my 4c hair. I chose to take the ring off rather than deal with my hair constantly getting snagged. Since removing my ring was something I always did, I didn't notice that I didn't have it until this morning.

“You know what?! He'll find it. I don't care anymore,” I said, huffing as I leaned against the counter.

I looked into the mirror, taking in my appearance. This was something I hadn't done in weeks. I was frightened by my reflection in the mirror. My hair hadn't been done in weeks. I was still slicking back the same low bun from almost a month ago. There wasn't an eyelash left in my lash extensions. My eyes were sporting dark circles and sunken from exhaustion. My chin and forehead were covered in stress pimples. Had I really let this man's bullshit drain me of the energy to even take care of myself?

“Arghhh… What the fuck is happening to me?” I said, swiping everything thing off the counter onto the floor.

I stumbled backward and braced myself against the outside glass of the shower door. I was falling apart at the seams. There was no way in hell I would spend another moment crying. All I wanted was for my husband to notice me and say something.

I hadn't heard an “I love you” in weeks. We barely slept in the same bed because he was always working overtime. Even simple conversations were non-existent or interrupted by phone calls. I was tired of the same fucked up routine— wake up, work, gym, home, sleep. Terry was no longer even a part of my current life routine, and he, for damn sure, wasn't making me a part of his.

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling dizzy. I knew that meant my anxiety was about to start whooping my ass.

As I walked up to the bed, I pushed a pile of unwanted clothes out of my way. I practically threw myself on the bed. I lay back and began taking deep breaths. I needed to calm down.

After what I thought was a minute or so, I leaned up and stared at my suitcase. I was honestly so exhausted after today.

I looked down at the watch on my wrist. It read 7:34. Realizing I was running out of time, I grabbed the suitcase and zipped it quickly. I wanted to be gone well before he left work so there was no chance of us running into each other.

I stood up, holding the suitcase. I let it fall to the floor and extended the handle. I turned towards the bedroom door. All I had to do now was walk out the front door and leave.

I took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. Walking out into the hallway, the house felt eerily quiet. Pulling the suitcase down the hall, I realized how cold it was inside the home. That meant it was even colder outside.

I left my suitcase to sit at the corner of the wall which led to the opening of the living room. I quickly turned on my heels and walked back towards the room. I practically sprinted through the open door. Walking back to the bed, I began to toss the clothes onto the floor in search of a small jacket or sweater. Once I found the top of my black velour tracksuit, I slipped it on and zipped it up.

Back on my mission, I exited the room. It was the same ordeal as before. I went back down the hall, grabbed my suitc—. Where's my suitcase? I stopped to stare at where my suitcase was supposed to be. I turned back to look down the hall. I walked into the living room and began to panic.

“Where you going?” said a male's voice. I knew that voice all too well— Terry.

I spun around to find him sitting in a recliner in the dark. I couldn't see anything but the outline of his frame. Even in this state, his energy was nerve-racking.

“Huh?” I asked, spotting my suitcase on the floor beside him.

“I mean, you walked in here and put your suitcase down like you were about to go somewhere. So, where you going?” he asked, standing from the recliner.

With that statement, I realized Terry had been here the whole time. There was no telling when he had gotten home.

“Baby girl, I asked you a question. Where you going?” he asked, crossing his arms.

From this angle, I still couldn't see him. The small amount of moonlight from the window only illuminated the bottom of his pants and shoes. I felt like I was talking to a shadow which was making this so much harder than it needed to be.

I refused to answer his question. I knew if I talked it would only lead to me stuttering like a fool.

I quickly walked across the living room and snatched the suitcase from the floor. I turned to make a beeline for the door.

“You don't think I noticed your spoiled ass pouting?” Terry asked, causing me to stop in my tracks.

“Well, you didn't act like you did!” I yelled as I turned to face him. Unbeknownst to me, Terry was now right behind me. Not a sound was made to alert me of his movements. I stood there in shock, startled by his presence.

“Why should I? You're a grown a— grown woman. You have no problem using your mouth any other time. Why didn't you this time, huh? You forgot how to communicate, love?” Terry asked, leaning down.

As much as I wanted to curse him out, I couldn't. Every emotion was raging through me all at once.

“Fuck you!” I yelled, fighting back tears of anger.

I was pissed at myself. I had planned out this whole scenario— how I would act and what I would say. It was as if everything went out the window when he was in my face.

“Simmer down, baby girl,” Terry said, kissing my forehead.

“Or, what?” I said, stomping my foot and pushing him away.

Terry stood there, glaring at me. I don't know whether he was pissed or impressed. Hell, he may have been both. I forced myself to hold eye contact, trying my hardest to stand my ground.

Terry stood to his full height and scoffed. He took a single deep breath and let his hand run over his mouth. He was clearly agitated, but I couldn't care less.

I pulled the suitcase closer to me, backing up towards the door. Terry reached out and grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

“Hey!” I yelled.

I reached out to snatch it back, but Terry was quicker. He pushed the suitcase behind his back.

“You want it, then come get it!” he said, walking towards the hallway.

“Fuck it. I don't need it,” I said, turning to walk towards the door.

I open the door halfway before Terry's hand reaches over me to slam it shut, bracing his hand against the door. I tried to pry the door open, but even with one hand, Terry was stronger than me. I yell out in frustration.

“Imma ask you one more time. Where you going?” he asked, looking down at me.

I walked back into the living room, pouting. This was clearly not going the way I planned.

“Leave me the hell alone!” I yelled, turning back to the door where Terry was standing. His body acting a blocker.

“Imma let you know this now if you walk out this door, I'm changing the damn locks. TONIGHT!” Terry shouted, pointing at the door behind him.

“You can't lock me out of my house!” I yelled, getting closer to him.

“Our house, and try me. I can, and I will!” Terry declared, crossing his arms. He widened his stance as he glared at me.

“I can't stand you!” I said, throwing my hands in the air.

“Oh, really. That's how you feel, baby girl?” he said, smirking.

“That's what the fuck I said, ain't it?” I rebutted.

“You know what? Fine, here. You wanna leave so bad. Go! Here's your chance. I'm not even gonna stop you!” he said, putting the suitcase in front of me and opening the door.

I placed my hand on the handle. I stood there unsure of what to do. Why the fuck was he just giving up like this? What the fuck was going on?

“All you gotta do is answer my question. Where you going?” he asked, stepping closer to me.

I looked back and forth between him and the floor. I didn't have an answer because I didn't plan on having to explain myself.

“I…. I… I don't know!” I yelled, stomping angrily.

“You don't even have a plan, do you?” Terry scoffed in disbelief.

“No…. So, what?” I asked desperately trying to save face.

“Of course, you don't! Give me the suitcase,” Terry said, rolling his eyes.

“No!” I yelled.

“Give it here! I ain't asking you. I'm telling you. Do you not understand the difference, baby girl?” he asked, holding his hand out.

I contemplated my next move. Truthfully, I was all out of options. I handed Terry the suitcase. He grabs the handle and lifts the suitcase in the air. He unzipped it and dumped all of my clothes on the floor. He slung the empty suitcase across the room.

I look down at the pile of clothes in disbelief. My eyes dart back up to Terry's. This man was insane.

Terry used his foot to slam the door shut. Without turning around, he reached behind him and locked the front door.

“Don't look at me. Go in the room. We need to talk before we go to bed,” he said, flexing his hands. He stood in front of me rolling his shoulders.

“We can talk right here!” I blurted. I knew that if I walked back into our bedroom, I was in for a “treat”.

“Nah, we not doing that kinda talkin'. Let's go!” he barked.

I looked at him, fighting through my thoughts. I stood in place and crossed my arms.

“Ughh!” Terry grunted and picked me up.

“No! Put me down!” I yelled, pushing at Terry's back.

He carried me out of the living room and down the hallway. Walking into the bedroom, he placed me in front of the foot of the bed.

“You got one minute to strip, or I'm ripping it off of you myself!” Terry said, standing in front of me.

“And if I don't?” I mumbled under my breath.

“You keep acting like you really got options here. I'm being polite by letting you think you do. Don't play with me, baby girl. Strip!” Terry said.

“Why do you always do this?” I asked, pouting even harder. I threw my head back in defeat.

“Do what?” Terry asked, licking his lips. His eyebrows knitted together as he waited for an answer.

“This! You always… just… I don't know. This! I can never just leave!” I shouted. I didn't know what to say.

“Take a second to think about what you just said. You do this same thing over and over again. Yet, every time you do I stop you. If I am always able to stop you, did you ever wanna leave? Love, maybe I know my wife better than she does. Maybe, I'm used to your bullshit and tantrums, baby girl,” Terry said through gritted teeth.

“I hate you,” I sulked, feeling stupid. He had me all figured out. This was pissing me off.

“You what?” Terry challenged, getting closer.

“You heard me. I fucking hate you!” I yelled in Terry's face.

“Hahaha, imma make you eat those words. I hope you know that. Tuh! You so funny, baby girl,” Terry laughed, leaning so that his forehead rested on mine. “Now, strip! Don't think I forgot. Since you wanna play games, you got 30 seconds this time,” he lulled as he stood back and crossed his arms.

I begin to strip as slowly as possible. I unzipped my jacket at a turtle’s pace and pulled the arms of my jacket off one at a time. I could see this was pissing Terry off. His face was telling it all as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

Without warning, Terry grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. Clothes be damned!

20 minutes later

I had taken my punishment of 15 spankings with pride. Honestly, that was nothing compared to what he was doing right now.

“You gone clean this shit up, right?” Terry said, pounding my pussy in.

I could feel his dick bottoming out and kissing my cervix with ease. I knew he was going to wear my ass out, but I didn't expect this. He hadn't let up since we started. He went from tearing my ass up to stuffing me with dick.

“Yes, Daddy!” I screamed out.

Every inch of his dick was being swallowed by my pussy. He didn't care that I was fighting for my life. He was too busy watching himself slide in and out of me— egotistical green-eyed bastard.

Terry grabbed the back of my legs and pushed them into my chest. My knees were practically hitting the mattress. I was feeling an intense burn in my abdomen and thick thighs from this man folding me in half.

“Baby girl just wanted some dick, huh?” he asked as his hips snapped against my already sore ass.

“Yes, I'm sorry!” I moaned out into the air.

I glance up at Terry to find him smirking at me. Terry's arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer.

“Nah… You hate me. Remember?” he asked as a devilish grin spread across his face.

He flattened his body on top of me and let his full weight fall on me, pressing me into the mattress. I didn't know what this position was, but I knew it was about to fuck me up.

As if his dick was magic, this position made me feel like he was deeper than before. How? His dick couldn't grow, could it?

He rested his forehead on mine and looked into my eyes.

“Tell me you hate me, now! Come on! Go ahead! I wanna hear it!” Terry said, leaning in and kissing me softly.

Terry slowed his strokes down, punishing me. Unfortunately, I couldn't speak or think. I didn't know what he expected from me.

“Daddy, I can't!” I mewled through gritted teeth. Hot tears flowed freely down the sides of my face.

“Nah. Stop telling me what you can't do! Tell me you hate me again. I wanna hear it!” Terry said, sliding his hand around the front of my neck.

Terry applied a small amount of pressure to the front of my throat, causing me to whimper from the pressure. I was beginning to squirm under him. I couldn't focus on anything but my half-assed breathing.

“Don’t worry, love. I'm about to make you hate me,” he said, kissing me again.

He grabbed a hold of the back of my neck and pulled me onto his lap. Lifting me slightly, he reached his hand between us to enter me again. I let out a small and desperate whimper. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. (position)

“You givin’ up on me? Baby girl… Look at me. Stay focused on me,” he said, thrusting upward.

Sadly, I was too fucked out to fuck back. It was as if all of the power and energy he had left was being used against me right now. His hands gripped the underside of my ass tightly. Using this as leverage, he would lift me a little and let me drop down into his thrusts.

I promise you from this day forward I will never tell this man I hate him again. The sound coming from our skin slapping together was deafening and thunderous. I couldn't believe the amount of energy this man still had. My pussy was gonna love hate me later.

“Daddy wants your apology to be as loud as your disrespect! Let me hear it!” he shouted, pulling my hair so that my face was pointed at the ceiling.

It was clear to me that this was purely punishment for me and amusement for him.

“You wanna cum, baby girl?” Terry asked, kissing all over my face.

“Yes, Daddy!” I groaned, falling into him.

“Then, I better hear my goddamn apology! Come on! You better not cum before I get it either!” Terry said, licking the side of my neck.

I honestly could have cum from that alone. I moaned out in a whimper. His hands released from my body, but I knew better than to think he was done. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over. Using one hand, he pulled me back onto him and into a kneeling position. His chest now rested against my back.

“Don't move,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my shoulders and neck.

Entering me again with ease, he wrapped one hand around my throat while holding my body taut to his. In this position, I could feel every breath he took.

“Now, what did I say? You can't cum until you apologize, right?” he taunted.

His thrusts became slow and intentional. It was evident that Terry had a point to make, and he was going to drive it home whether I could handle it or not.

As if he could hear my thoughts, his other hand found my clit. He began rubbing and stroking along the underside of it. I felt like I was physically melting.

Before he could say another word, I began to speak. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I don't… ahh… fuck… I don't hate you. Please!” I screamed into the air.

I was being fucked into submission clearly because instead of letting up, he went harder. His fingers began to rub my clit even faster, his other hand tightened around my throat, and his stroke became more vicious. I was falling and fast. My ears were ringing and listening was becoming impossible.

“Nah… Say… that… shit… louder. Come on!” he said, enunciating with every thrust.

I gasped and drew in a deep breath, causing me to cough.

I could finally feel the beginning signs of his orgasm, which meant relief was near. However, I knew Terry could hold off as long as he needed or wanted to.

“Please, Daddy! I’m sorry. I’ll never… ahh.. I’ll never say it again. Please, just let me cum!” I yelled even louder than the first time.

I was struggling to catch my breath at this point. I was so close. I could feel the muscles of my pussy tightening around Terry’s dick like a boa constrictor, and the pressure building up in my abdomen had reached its peak.

Pulling me back into a kiss, Terry spoke low and directly into my ear. “Cum! Now! You… got… this,” he said in between kisses.

With a potency laced with pleasure, I released the biggest flood I ever had. My legs began to shake, and my body fell forward. Terry instantly tightened his hold on me, forcing me to stay up. I couldn't feel my legs. I wanted nothing more than to sleep, preferably under him.

“Oh, baby. We’re almost done. Let Daddy finish,” Terry rumbled into my ear.

It wasn't like I had a choice anyway. He clearly wasn't stopping. He let go of my body, letting me fall forward with his dick still inside me. Of course, he would finish like this. His favorite position is doggy style. Placing one hand on my upper back, his hips dipped with every thrust. Miraculously, I felt the need to cum again. I wasn't even going to ask for permission with this one. Hell, I couldn't.

“That’s right, baby. Now, tell Daddy what we learned?” Terry demanded.

I pressed my face into the mattress because how in the hell was he expecting me to speak? Pulling my head up by my hair and undoing the last remnants of what was supposed to be a bun, he positioned me on all fours.

“Talk! I need to know that this ain't gone ever happen again. Because in this house, we respect Daddy, right?” he said, slowing his strokes again.

‘Ahhh, fuck… Yes, we… Daddy respect!” I yelled drunkenly.

“Awww, listen to my baby. You so dick dumb, right now. Daddy’s dick fuckin’ you up, huh?” he asked, pounding into me slowly.

All I could do was respond with a low yes and moan, causing Terry to let out a ragged laugh.

“Mmmm… cumming, now!” I yelled.

“Daddy is too. Don’t move!” he said, gripping my hip and pushing me deeper into the mattress.

Terry’s climax crashed with mine. His cum and mine flooded my pussy. The intense combination of fluids forced Terry out of me. I fell forward on the bed, immediately laying flat on my stomach. My body was exhausted and sore. I crashed into recovery mode as my eyes immediately shut. I was practically half-asleep as soon as my body hit the bed.

Terry laughed behind me. “And what did we learn?” Terry asked, stepping backward off the bed.

“Mmm… We don't disrespect, Daddy. I'm sorry. I love you,” I mumbled.

“That’s what the fuck I thought,” Terry said, smacking my ass.

The lesson of today is that I’m not going any-fuckin’-where.😉

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[bweeeb]

THREE AT ONCE

Part two of:

I hope I don't disappoint those who were really hoping for this part two, sorry for the mistakes and poor writing. Enjoy.

Warnings: foursome, sex with dirty words, Reader being a slut for the boys but them also being for her, Smut, Draco maybe staying aside... i don't know I felt that after I wrote it (my apologies). Read on your own.

Summary: Rumors about you and your best friends were spread around Hogwarts and what better than not to make them come true to strengthen your friendship?

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Rumors. You were sure that gossip came from a place full of unhappy people at a time when no one was happy. However, you were used to them and never thought you'd have so much fun with one.

— I think you should go for it. I wouldn't do it myself, but if I were you, I would.

You heard Pansy mumbling beside you and Daphne in the hall way.

— So, you're saying I'm a slut and would do it because of that? Parkinson, what the hell are you talking about?

A laugh escaped your lips, and Pansy immediately looked at you with a look of disdain at your interpretation.

— Shut up, you're their best friend, that's what I'm saying.

Pansy said, turning the corner towards the dungeons.

— If I had the same intimacy with them as you do, I'd do it too.

Daphne shrugged, and Parkinson clapped in celebration at her friend's words.

— That's what I meant to say.

— That's not the point, I can't fuck all three of them like a slut.

You argued while climbing the stairs to the common room.

— Oh, shut up. Of course, you can!

Pansy said to you once more, and another laugh escaped you.

— That's the second time you've told me to shut up, Parkinson.

— Listen, Draco Malfoy has a big dick, Mattheo Riddle must have a big dick, and Theodore Nott must have a big dick, live your life, Y/N, fuck them as much as you want.

Pansy shrugged and received two mischievous looks directed at her.

— Did you fuck Malfoy?

Daphne asked, and Pansy laughed nasally.

— Once, yes, and that's why I'm telling you.

Parkinson placed her hands on your shoulders. — They want to fuck you and made it clear, you trust them, they'd never hurt you, if all three wanted to share me, I'd be on all fours on this damn floor.

— You're their princess, Y/N. Enjoy it for God's sake.

That was the last thing said in the conversation before they entered the Slytherin common room and found the boys sitting in front of a fireplace.

— What were you girls talking about?

Mattheo was the first to ask with a sly smile on his face next to Theodore. Pansy and Daphne exchanged looks directed at you, who rolled your eyes and threw yourself next to Mattheo, who wrapped his arm around your shoulders almost immediately.

— What? What was that look?

Theo asked, and the two girls sat on the other couch near Blaise, who was reading a book.

— No.

You denied it to the two girls, who groaned in unison and threw their heads back.

— You totally want it.

Daphne said, and you laughed, shrugging.

— What are you talking about?

Draco grunted, and Pansy looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You immediately thought of the night you told them that Pansy had lost her virginity to Adrian Pucey. The boys kept bugging Parkinson for a month, but in your defense, you thought it was okay to tell, and now you knew Pansy would get revenge... or help you.

— We were talking about the four of you.

— The four of us? The four of us?

Theodore asked, pointing to himself, Draco, Mattheo, and you.

— What were you talking about?

Mattheo asked, opening a sly smile at the situation.

— About you guys having sex.

Pansy said, shrugging, and the three Slytherin boys' eyes fell on you once again like that last morning in your dormitory.

— Oh, and you totally want that, huh?

Riddle asked, lowering himself to your ear, and you scoffed with a smile on your face.

— I don't know, maybe I fantasized about it.

You said and got up from the leather couch while heading towards the stairs, but not before looking at Theo, Mattheo, and Draco and climbing to your dormitory. You knew what you were doing and had let your desires and needs control you just by the desperate look you received from your three boys, but you weren't worried about what it would turn into; you really wanted it a lot.

You didn't wait long until a knock on your door echoed through your dormitory, and you opened it as if you didn't want anything.

— Did you forget something here, boys?

You asked, and your steps moved away from the door when the three wild looks met your eyes. The door behind them closed, and Theodore pronounced "Muffliato" while Draco locked the door, and Mattheo smiled at you, taking small steps in your direction.

— So, you've been fantasizing about us three, huh?

Mattheo said, walking towards you slowly. His steps continued until the back of your knees met the edge of the mattress, making you stumble back and sit on your made bed.

— We all have fantasies, boys.

You said innocently, but contrary to your tone of voice, your eyes said much more than innocent things.

— I said there would be punishment, bellezza.

Theodore was the one who said it, approaching with his Italian accent in his voice, making the center between your legs heat up.

— What have you been fantasizing about, baby?

Mattheo asked with a mischievous smile on his face, looking at you with seductive eyes.

— Maybe I've fantasized about you all fucking me, maybe in my mouth, maybe in my ass, but whatever.

You joked and laughed after your sentence.

— Do you want that, princess? Do you want us to fuck you?

Draco was the one who asked, and his smile widened when he saw the three boys at your feet.

— How much can you take me, huh?

That was the last thing you said before the three of them started taking off their shirts and throwing them carelessly on the floor. Your confidence came from a place you didn't remember existing, and your ass lifted off the bed, hovering right in front of the three of them. You reached out to touch Mattheo's face, leaned in to pretend to start a kiss, and diverted, looking at Malfoy with a mischievous smile. Your hand ran through his blonde hair, causing Malfoy's breath to fail, and then your attention turned to the Italian with big needy eyes for you. You took a step towards him and entwined your hand in Nott's neck, pulling him into a heated, lustful kiss. Nott's hands went to your waist, pulling your body towards his until you detached from him with a funny smile.

— I didn't know you could carry weapons at Hogwarts, Nott.

You said, turning to Mattheo, passing by him, and kissing Draco next, who was more desperate than he seemed. His hands roamed your body, stopping nowhere until you pulled away and looked at Riddle with a provocative smile. He hated being last, and you knew that very well.

— Come here, Riddle.

You whispered, and in less than a second, Mattheo's hands roamed you, stopping under your green plaid skirt. He squeezed your ass hard and lowered your skirt while thrusting his tongue into your throat. With Draco's help, you no longer had your bottom clothes on, except for your red lace panties and the Slytherin Quidditch team sweatshirt.

— Hell yeah, baby.

Mattheo murmured, looking right at you when he ran out of breath. At that point, you started to feel such discomfort between your legs as you had never felt before.

You fell on your back on the bed and propped yourself up on your elbows to watch the three boys taking off their clothes and looking at you from the foot of the bed.

— Can you get on all fours so I can see something, la mia principessa? Theodore asked with a hoarse and lust-filled voice. With a narrowed look, you laughed, shaking your head, and turned around for them to see you on all fours. — She's fucking wearing my name on her back, you assholes.

Theodore laughed, giving your ass a slap before you turned back to face them.

— Points for Theo.

You laughed loudly and saw Malfoy and Riddle roll their eyes while dissipating.

Draco was the first to undress, so when he did, he climbed on the bed and attacked your neck with desire before angrily taking off your sweatshirt.

— Let's get this shit off your beautiful body.

Malfoy murmured, freeing your breasts from a red lace bra that matched your panties.

— That color is Gryffindor's, pff, what nonsense.

Mattheo murmured, climbing on the bed and kissing you before being pulled aside by Theo from the other side of your body.

Mattheo distributed kisses on your shoulder and clavicle while Theodore kissed your lips, and during that, Draco descended his mouth to your panties. He pulled them down your legs and opened them, leaving you exposed to them.

— Shit, she's so beautiful.

Draco moaned, and the other two moaned back when they looked at you better.

— Fuck yeah.

Theodore murmured, imitating Mattheo's previous steps, who was now on your mouth.

A finger from Malfoy ran through your slit and captured your essence on his fingers before falling with his tongue on you and sucking you as you had never been sucked before.

Your hands simultaneously grabbed the boys' hair on you, and your mouth opened against Mattheo's when Malfoy inserted a finger into you and began pumping it in and out at a comfortable pace.

When his tongue found your clit along with your G-spot, you came on Malfoy's face, who continued licking your pussy until he sucked everything he could. When your eyes opened directly to the image of Theodore and Mattheo rubbing against your bed, it made you smile in ecstasy and look at Draco next. You sat up and pulled him into a kiss as he rubbed his cock against you. Pulling away from him, you sat on your heels and saw Theo and Mattheo looking at you with their hands on their cocks, dripping pre-cum from the tip. Crawling to Theo, who was at the edge of the bed, you pushed him to lie down and sat on him, as Theodore slid the head of his cock at your entrance and thrust it inside your pussy, stretching you with his huge cock.

— Fuck, Theo. Ugh, your cock, it's... so... big, fuck.

You moaned loudly and felt Mattheo's hands slap your ass as he positioned himself behind you, quickly kissing your shoulder and neck and thrusting his cock into your other hole, making you moan louder and look at Draco, who was masturbating beside you. With a look, you made him stand up and stop at the edge of the bed, standing, where you opened your mouth and took his big cock while Mattheo and Theodore were deep inside you.

— Look how they let us fill all your holes.

Theodore moaned as he began to move his hips to fuck you deeper than you thought possible.

— Such a good little slut for us, she takes our cocks so well.

Mattheo moaned with harder, not as fast thrusts as he'd like, but he loved seeing how you were writhing on his and Theo's cocks.

— So well, so good for us.

Draco moaned as your tongue ran along his length, and you took him to the back of your throat.

— Holy shit, what a tight pussy, mi amore.

Nott moaned, placing his hands on your waist and increasing the speed on you, the wet sounds echoed through the muffled room, and the fast rhythm of Nott made you choke on Draco's cock, who placed his hands in your hair, forcing you to suck him again when he was about to cum in your mouth.

— She is the hottest thing in this world, fuck, I could warm my cock in her all night long, fuck.

Mattheo said, and that made your pussy tighten around Theodore's cock, who fucked you like his life depended on it. In a smart move, Mattheo pulled his cock out of your ass and began to jerk off on your butt, cumming along with Draco, who came in your mouth when Mattheo came on your butt, which now bounced harder in Theodore's hands.

— Swallow my cum, princess.

Draco moaned, and you swallowed as he asked, showing your tongue to him along with a smile that was quickly replaced by an open 'O' shape when you felt your orgasm approaching on Theodore's cock.

— I can feel you tightening around me, cum on my cock, make a mess on my cock, princess.

Theodore moaned, and you screamed in ecstasy as you came on Nott's cock, who continued thrusting deep inside you.

— Fuck, Theo. Yes. Ugh, please.

— Can I cum inside you?

He asked, and you bounced harder on his lap.

— Cum inside me, Nott. Fuck, cum all your cum inside me.

You moaned loudly, and as soon as Theo came, you were grabbed by Mattheo, who sarcastically laughed and lifted your butt into the air towards him. His cock was inserted into your pussy, wet from Theo's cum dripping from you, and with a high-pitched moan, you rested your forehead on Theodore's abs, who was panting beneath you. Mattheo thrust a few times roughly into your pussy and then pulled his wet cock out, thrusting it into your ass with force and ease before starting to fuck you hard. You knew he wanted this from the beginning, to torture you.

— You're our slut, baby. So wet, so tight, and fuck, your pussy is as good as your ass.

He moaned and thrust his cock to the base into your anus with force. The first time you did anal, you felt nothing but discomfort, but now, you wanted nothing more than for him to keep fucking you hard.

Mattheo's hands fell on your butt, making him push harder inside you, the extremely wet sound echoed through the room, and your moans were the boys' reason for ecstasy.

— Matty, I can't.

You moaned as your orgasm began to approach, and Mattheo fucked your hole with increasing force.

— Oh, you can, pretty girl, take all my cock, cum on it like you did for Theo and Draco. You can handle it.

He moaned, giving long, deep thrusts inside you.

— Fuck. I'm cumming.

You screamed, and he slapped your ass as he rode you.

— That's it, baby. I'm gonna fucking cum inside you. You like that, huh? Mm-hmm, you like it. You're a slut.

Mattheo moaned and laughed as he felt you tightening around him.

— Suck our boy while you cum, pretty girl.

He commanded, and you bent down to take Theo's cock, which was hitting your face. You took Theo's cock into your mouth and sucked hard while hearing Draco moan and jerk off on you.

Theodore's hands fell on your hair, and you moaned against his cock when Mattheo began to moan and give sloppy thrusts inside you, indicating he was cumming in seconds. The vibration of your mouth on Theodore's cock made the boy cum in your throat, face, and breasts while you came on Riddle's cock, who was pouring his orgasm into you deeply with his cock.

— Take all my orgasm, that's right, take it, good girl.

He moaned, finishing inside you, and at that second, Malfoy came once again on you, making you moan and fall against Theodore, exhausted.

— Fuck. I think I've never been fucked as well as you guys did.

— Let's clean you up, pretty girl.

said while quickly kissing you on the lips with the other boys right behind, placing soft kisses and affectionate words on you. And the best of all for you was...you had fucked them three like a slut but nothing would change between you and them.

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Totally ashamed of what I wrote 😭🤣 I tried to tag the majority who asked, if you didn't want to be here I'm sorry 😭

@feistyfox47

@jrinbb

@samgonecrazy

@littlemadamred

@mynerdcloud

@shaquilles-0atmeal

[lowytavis]

matched by the dating gods - ridoc gamlyn x reader

"It's like we were matched by the dating gods" I exhale, locking eyes with her. "Or maybe just set up by your friends, Ridoc," she replies, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Honestly? She’s not wrong. Violet, Rhiannon, and Imogen orchestrated this whole thing. As Imogen so eloquently put it: "I can't fucking stand you and your horny fucking ass anymore." Awkwardness settled over me. I was never fucking awkward. But somehow, she made me that way. I met her gaze—those gorgeous eyes. Damn, they really outdid themselves setting me up with (Y/N). She’s easily one of the most beautiful women here. And, according to Tavis, also one of the hardest to even get a conversation with. "So, Gen basically said you're a horny fucking piece of shit who needs to get laid so you'll finally shut the fuck up?" she spat out, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. I choked on my drink. I did not see that coming. "Well, erm—" I muttered, trying to recover. "To be fair, I was just flirting with them for fun. I'm not that horny." Total lie. And she knew it. But instead of calling me out, she played along. "Oh, that's a shame," she sighed dramatically, stretching as she stood up. "I was looking forward to some fun." Her smirk was downright dangerous. Later that day, uneasiness gnawed at me. The conversation from earlier still lingered in my mind. I pushed open the door to Rhiannon's room. "Hey, Rhiannon," I said, glancing around—only to spot Violet, Imogen, and Cat lounging inside. Great. The whole damn squad was assembled.

"What's with the sad face?" Rhiannon asked, eyeing me curiously.

"Well," I started, sighing. "The encounter—first date, whatever you wanna call it—with (Y/N) didn’t exactly go great. Thanks to some wonderful comments from Imogen."

I shot Imogen a dirty look. She just grinned devilishly, completely unbothered.

"(Y/N) stood up and left." "She what?" Rhiannon gaped, while Imogen? Yeah, she completely lost it—laughing her ass off. "Oh no, she did not," she wheezed between fits of laughter, barely able to control herself. "What's so funny about that?" I asked, clearly confused now. ''Ridoc'', Violet started, barely holding back a grin. "We set you up on this date not just because you’re an annoying, horny-ass- bitch—" I rolled my eyes.

"Gee, thanks."

"-but because (Y/N) actually asked us if you were single." I blinked. Wait. What?

"She's playing you," Imogen said, her tone dripping with amusement. I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"She's doing exactly what you do to everyone else you try to date—or fuck," she smirked.

"She’s *you*—just in female form." Violet nodded.

"That’s why we set you two up. It’s perfect. Jokester with jokester. Two pretty people. Two absolutely horny messes. Two arseholes"

I stared at them, processing. Well… shit.

Mere hours later, I found myself knocking on (Y/N)’s third-year room.

The door swung open, and there she was—grinning like she had been expecting me all along.

Draped in a flowy, white, very see-through nightgown.

"Hi, Ridoc," she purred, leaning against the doorframe. "Wondered when you’d finally find your balls."

"Tavis said you’re untouchable," I mumbled as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

"Did he?" she mused, tilting her head. "Maybe that’s because I wasn’t interested, and he couldn’t handle being stood up." She smirked, teasing.

That… actually made sense. Girls usually threw themselves at Garrick.

Guess he needed an excuse—and definitely wasn’t expecting me to be the one to land a chance with her.

"Sit down, Ri," she said smoothly. "And please, for the love of God, breathe."

I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.

"Sorry," I muttered, stumbling toward her.

She smiled, her eyes softening just a bit.

"I wanted to get to know you, Ridoc," she admitted. "I just had to test you first—to see if you were really just a cocky bastard or if there was more to you."

She leaned in slightly, amusement dancing in her gaze.

"I’m proud to inform you—you’re not a single-layered idiot. You’re actually interesting."

Then, with a mischievous grin, she fired off, "So tell me—favorite position? Mom’s first name? How many siblings? Favorite color?"

I blinked. "You just went from deep to deeply inappropriate in two seconds."

She laughed. "Answer the questions, Ri."

So I answered them—all but the favorite position one.

"You forgot one question," she teased, tilting her head.

"No, I didn’t," I smirked.

Now it was my turn to tease.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, hovering just above her.

My breath ghosted over her neck, and I felt her body tense ever so slightly.

"The last question," I murmured, my voice low, "isn’t something I like to talk about." I leaned in just a little more, lips barely brushing her ear. "I’d much rather show you."

Part 2 - smut

[rwshfordgirl]

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲

summary: the time has come for hector and his friend to confess their feelings for each other. paring: hector fort × reader! a/n: today i add a new name to my masterlit! i hope you like this one, because i almost deleted everything (unfortunately we are going through a writing crisis lmao

"i really think you should go after it" patricia said as she sat across from me at the library table. "never, ever." i said after rolling my eyes. "he's a good kid and you've known each other for a long time." paula also weighed in "what could possibly go wrong?"

i wish from the bottom of my heart that they would stop talking about this subject, i wish that they would stop talking about

hector but i see that this will be almost an impossible mission. since almost all the girls in the group have found a boyfriend, everything they talk to me is related to when i will have mine. and i can't lie, i would also like to know when i will get mine.

"everything, absolutely everything." i replied as if i was having a fit of impatience and the girls looked at each other. i was embarrassed by how i got carried away, but at least they went back to focusing on the activity they were doing and left me alone. "you'll regret not saying anything." paula made one last comment almost in a whisper and i shrugged.

hector fort is going to make me stop talking to my best friends very soon and it will be their fault. i should tell him this, he would definitely laugh. "do they think we would make a good couple?" he would ask and then roll on the floor, crying with laughter and holding his stomach. or maybe not. maybe he would put a lock of my hair behind my ear and pull me closer, ready to lock lips.

but what the hell, i shouldn't think about that. i come out of the trance and go back to working on my computer. thinking about hector fort won't do me any good, just confusing thoughts and an absurd desire to go to his house and ask what's going on in his head?

does he think i don't notice his staring at me when we're in the same room? does he think i don't notice him coming to get in the middle of my conversations with others boy? does he think i don't mind his caresses in my hair, in my leg? but then again, friends do that, don't they?

"i have to go, bye" i slammed the computer shut and threw it into my backpack. hector is going to ruin my friendships and my computer, what a pain. the girls didn't understand anything and i don't want to explain anything now. but i want to hear explanations, i want to ask hector the questions i just asked myself mentally. i think my period is coming soon even though i don't think madness is a premenstrual symptom.

"are you home?" i texted him "yes, are you coming to see me?" he replied in two seconds "yes." i replied and put the phone away. i want to know what hector thinks of me, what he feels for me.

strangely too determined, i knocked on his door after fifteen minutes of walking, hector was waiting for me sitting on the sidewalk in front of his house. he smiled when he saw me arriving "did something happen or do you just want to see me?" He asked approaching me and crossing his arms "something happened." he looked at me confused and quickly nodded for me to enter the house with him.

"tell me your problem." he said, leaning on the kitchen counter. i looked at him for a few seconds, wondering if he was really going to say everything that was on my mind.

"you're my biggest problem right now." fort stared at me with wide eyes ready to open his mouth but he'll only speak after i say everything i want. "my friends are convinced that you and i should be a couple. it's an absurd idea, but it messes with my head enough to keep me thinking about you all day long." i swallowed hard "they have no idea. they have no idea that i keep trying to understand the reason for your stares fixed on me, your caresses and a bunch of other things you do to me. so hector, what do you want me to interpret from this?"

hector was silent for long seconds that felt like hours. he left where he was, standing next to me on the counter. his arms were crossed, his eyes fixed on me. i could feel the blush taking over me.

"i like you." he admitted then gave an awkward chuckle "i like you so much it hurts. and it's not just as a friend. every time i talk to you, every time i hear you laugh, every time i see you..." he paused "i feel more certain that I'm in love with you."

definitely what i wanted to hear. i directed my gaze towards him, even though i was still digesting what was said. 

hector can't even imagine the feelings i've had for him since we were kids. i think that's why i get upset when girls start talking about him to me, i didn't want to have to admit to myself how i felt about him.

"i like you too." i said almost whispering. fort came even closer and placed a strand of my hair behind my ear, just like i imagined earlier "that's great." he said before making our lips touch.

okay, i can't believe i'm kissing hector fort. and i'm definitely not going to tell the girls about this anytime soon. i'm going to keep pretending that hector and i together is something impossible.

[dreamysturniolo57]

Night Driving - Matt Sturniolo

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: You got drunk on a party so Matt drives you home. He pulls over because you are arguing, and then it takes a completely different direction.

Warnings: swearing / p in v

Blue text: Matt

Red text: reader

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I'm not going anywhere. -I said and stopped.

We are going home, right now. You are drunk Y/N! -he said and held my wrist.

No! -I objected, but he suddenly bent down and grabbed me and put me on his shoulder like a bag.

Put me down!! -i shouted. He walked out to his car and put me in it. I got really mad at him. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and I was waiting for him to get in the car.

I'm gonna take you home, okay? -he said and started the car.

I really hate you. -I said and looked out of the window.

He is the only reason I got drunk tonight. I couldn't take it anymore. He can't see my feelings and it's driving me crazy. Ever since we met I saw him in a different way. Nick and Chris they are like my brothers and best friends. But Matt... Matthew Sturniolo was the only one and the boy who owned my heart.

No you don't. You are just drunk. You should be glad that I came for you. -he muttered. I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

No one asked you to! You are not my father to scold me! -I said and laid back on the seat and crossed my arms again. -I wish I never met you. -i whispered but he heard it well enough. Suddenly he pulled over and stopped the car.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh? You got drunk even though you are eighteen years old. You behaved irresponsibly and for god's sake what the hell are you wearing? Almost your panties are showing! -he completely freaked out. I was burning inside how hot he looked. I had to press my legs.

Why do you care what i'm wearing? It's none of your business and I do what I want to! -I said looking in his eyes.

Sure, but not when you're sitting naked in my car. -he mumbled then turned his head for a moment and took a deep breath.

I'm not naked! What would you do if i were? -I asked angrily.

Okay. This leads nowhere. -he sighed and ran through his hair with his fingers. -Put this on. -he said and pulled his jumper over his head.

I'm good thanks. -i smiled mockingly and he sighed again and threw it on the backseat.

Why didn't Chris come for me...-I muttered this time.

Because i'm the only one who can drive. Sorry for being worried about you and not your love. -when he said that i realized maybe i went too far this time.

He's not my love you idiot. Why can't you see...-I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

See what? -he asked. -Did anyone get you upset at that party? -he asked and looked at me.

No Matthew. -I said almost shouting.

Then tell me. What's wrong? -his voice softened and he faced me.

You really want to know? -I asked him. My heart was racing. He nodded and i thought now or never. I kicked my shoes and carefully climbed over to him and sat on his lap.

What are you doing? -he asked and his eyes widened. I grabbed on his hand and put it on my chest right where my heart was.

Can you feel it? -I asked and looked in his beautiful blue eyes.

Yes. -he answered.

It beats just for you. -I said. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Come on Y/N. Don't play. -he said and took his hand.

Okay. You don't believe me? Then...-I started and grabbed his hand again and I led it down to my panties. It was no longer dry. A shaky sigh left his mouth.

Why are you doing this to me? -he asked and he groaned.

That's not my fault. You have to choose. Either you fuck me or I have to touch myself. -i said leaning closely to his ear. He grabbed my waist and pressed his hands on it. I shrugged, then licked my fingers and led them down to my panties.

Stop it! -he grumbled. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and kissed me. I couldn't believe it. I moaned in his mouth and put my hands around his neck. He moved the seat back to give me more space then he wrinkled my dress and put his palms on my butt and grabbed it.

Fuck it I can't resist you. -he whispered on my lips between two kisses. I started moving my hips and i could feel it he was already hard.

Good. That was my goal. -i said and pulled his hair. He smoothed my back up and down and then gently pushed the thin straps off my shoulders. I smiled and he immidiately kissed my shoulder up to my collarbone. Then he attacked my neck and sucked it. I couldn't stop sighing. Suddenly i felt his fingers smoothed my center.

Matt...-I started.

Yeah? -he asked not breaking the contact with my neck.

Don't tease me. Please. -i asked. I was out of my mind. Totally.

As you wish sweetheart. -He said. I unbuttoned his pants and I pulled down his underpants as much as I could. Finally his cock showed and he was so hard. He pushed my panties aside and helped me to sit on him. We both moaned loudly and i pressed my lips because i had to take his lenght. I wasn't a virgin but i only did it once.

You are so tight oh my...-he said and he pressed his head against the backrest.

I can barely take you. -i said and smirked. I started moving and he held my waist. My body was burning and shaking. This was all I ever wanted. Him.

You're doing so good. -he groaned and kissed me. I happily accepted his lips and caressed his neck.

M-matt...-I leaned back and i could barely held my moans back. -It was never Chris. You were always the one and you always will be. I wanna be yours. -I said while my forhead was against his.

You serious?. -he asked. I just nodded and bit my lip putting my hands on his shoulders. -I'm sorry for everything. It drove me crazy seeing how you and Chris get along so well and I just... -he couldn't finish it because i cut him off.

Matt I forgive you but now please shut up! -I said and burried my face in his neck. I could feel he was smiling. Then he groaned and hissed when I moved faster.

I'm close. -i moaned my face still burried in his neck.

Let it go baby. -he said. He thursted deeper and deeper and I wasn't slowing down. My stomach waved and the knot became tighter. He groaned when I started squeezing around him. I couldn't hold back anymore. I let out a big moan and my body was shaking. I felt when he filled me up with his seeds. I tried to normalize my breathing and looked at him.

You were amazing. I...-he sighed.

I tried my best. -I said and smiled at him.

I love you. -he told me while he looked in my eyes deeply. My heart skipped a beat and I think I was in another universe.

I love you too Matthew Sturniolo.

[master-muffinn]

You have a life too

It was a lovely July morning. You were with your boyfriend, hand in hand and walked through the green forest, which was filled with insects and flowers. You two finally had some free time and you chose to spend it together. Talking a little now and then about what the other had done to not miss out on anything important.

But then you see a bird and it flies up to you. You automatically hold out your hand for it to sit on. It has a letter for you. You let go of your boyfriend's hand and the bird flies away after you take the letter. 

Dear y/n. Meet me at ‘The Prancing Pony’ on Sunday evening at 7 o'clock.  From your dear friend, Gandalf.

You looked at the letter with disgust and irritation. You knew exactly what this is about. Gandalf had promised a stranger that you would come help them without talking to you about it first and expected you to come without questioning it.

You are smart, wise and a great fighter, but you had a really hard time to say ‘no’ when people ask you for help which back then perhaps was good because it’s the right thing to do, but now it starting to get out of hand and it felt like people took your help for granted. Like, you had a life too!

You looked at your boyfriend who already seemed to know what the letter was about. 

��Gandalf ‘again’?” he said and sighed when you nodded.

You looked back at the letter “I am really tired of Gandalf making promises without talking to me first”

“I know, me too”

You looked back at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. “I really don’t want to go, but I don't know how to tell him! Can you help me come up with a good excuse to not go that Gandalf has no other choice but to accept?!”

He thought for a while, looking around his surroundings like it could maybe help him get any useful ideas. He then put his hand in his pocket and a shy smile came to his lips. He took a step closer to you and looked you straight in the eyes with a loving gaze. 

“I have been thinking about doing this for a while but never had a good opportunity, so maybe this is the best time to do it” 

You move your head to the side and raise an eyebrow not understanding what he meant.

He took out a small box from his pocket, went down with one knee and opened the box with a beautiful ring inside. “Do you want to marry me? We have been together for years now and I can't see myself with anyone else but you! You are like the other half of my heart that I can't live without. I would love nothing more than to have you by my side in the rest of our life!”

You just stood stupidly in shock with your mouth and eyes wide open, but you quickly collected yourself, dropped the letter and threw yourself over him with a big embrace. “I would love to!” You said.

Dear Gandalf. I have to decline your request. You have to ask someone else for help from now on. I will get married soon and I wish to spend all my time and life with my love. From your dear friend, Y/n.

^Bilbo (he knows what you going though lol), Thranduil, Haldir, Celeborn, Feren, Elrond, Thorin, Boromir, Aragorn, Theoden, Bard, Dwalin, Dain, Eomer, Saruman

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

Ok, I've not seen it here but why are so many people on like TikTok and Twitter saying that the people in the Appalachians who didn't evacuate for the hurricane got what they deserved? I genuinely don't understand. People typically evacuate TO the Appalachians to avoid hurricane weather. All we got were flash flood warnings, which happen and are typically pretty easy to get over and recover from. And it's not just the fact that we don't get hurricane warnings, when things started to look worse we were told to stay put. And even for the few people who were told to evacuate, 30 minutes to an hour before they got hit, when you live in a place where people typically go to when they evacuate, where do you go? How do you know how far is far enough to be safe?

Let's take Asheville, a day trip from where my brother and his family live. It's underwater. A place 300 miles off the coast and 2100 feet above sea level. Ashville is one of the places people typically go to to avoid hurricane weather.

The damage in the Appalachians from Hurricane Helene is absolutely devastating. I have lived in Virginia my whole life and have never seen anything worse than a few flooded fields and raised creeks, this was not that. I've never seen the schools be turned into shelters. I'm almost 20, and I know that isn't a long time when you look at everything from before but that's still a good chunk of years. I don't recognize a lot of places anymore.

People's houses have been washed away, there are people dead and missing. Most people didn't have cell service for days and the first thing they see when they get back online to maybe see how folks are doing or get the news is people saying they deserved what they got. Entire towns have been washed away, bridges and roads are literally gone. They're not just underwater or damaged, they're gone. a damn broke and water had to be released into the already flooded rivers to stop others from breaking.

The land and infrastructure of the Appalachians isn't made for this. In most places the water has nowhere to go. It's too much for the ground, which is mostly clay, to soak up and in most places, like the valley my house sits in, the mountains form bowl-like shapes that keep the water from flowing out.

The wind was so bad we had a small twister touch down at my house. I joked with a few friends how it was a polite windstorm because it stayed in the road but stuff like that is literally terrifying. It threw something that knocked one of my windows in and I had to hold it up by myself. Our house is surrounded by 100 year old oaks and pines. If the one that fell had fallen to the left instead of the right, I'd probably be dead because it would have landed in my bedroom. One of our generators started leaking in the middle of the night and as my dad got up for work at 2 am he had to check to see if my mom, who had fallen asleep in the living room, was still alive because you could smell the gas which carries carbon monoxide. And that's just our personal experience. I feel absolutely awful for those that had it worse.

The Great Smokey Mountains, America's most visited national park, had 13.3 million visitors last year. Judging by everything that's been said online I doubt half of those people sympathize with what the people that live in that area are going through. As I said, we get flash flood warnings but nobody prepares you for this level of flooding! I guess it's easy to sit back and criticize the people that are literally suffering right now when you aren't affected at all. I can say I have never criticized people who got caught in a disaster nor have I met people who do so this is all so bizarre to me. It's crazy that the bar is so low and people can't even get across it. Hardly any sympathy and even less aid.

I really hate to put all of this here but I really need to get it off my chest. This was supposed to be a short ramble but seeing how completely unsympathetic people are being made me so angry.

[naomimcoffeecard]

"Best friends, or more?"

Part 1.

An Akaashi Keiji fanfiction(Haikyuu).

"Hey, are you okay? Hello?"

A voice called out to me. My eyes fluttered open as I looked up to see a guy with bright blue eyes looking down at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Huh? What?" I say, in a delirious manner.

"Uhm, are you alright?"

I blinked slowly, realising I fell asleep in the middle of a park. For hours.

"Yes, I'm-" I laugh at the ridiculous situation. "Yeah I'm alright. Thank you for waking me!"

"You really shouldn't fall asleep outside like this."

"Yes, I was just looking at the new neighborhood and taking a walk around the area when I swear I sat down for just a second! Then I fell asleep." I rambled, trying not to appear crazy.

"Oh well, okay, I'm gonna go." The guy said and walked away leaving me feeling very embarrassed.

'Well, atleast I'm never gonna have to see him again.' I think.

"Sweetheart, don't forget your lunch!" My mother says as I stuff a piece of bread in my mouth and rush out the door. Can't believe I'm late for my first day for school. As if moving to a new school wasn't dreadful enough, I can't also be late.

"Yes mum! Bye!"

I run to the bus stop to see the bus leaving right as another guy wearing the same uniform as me gets on the bus.

"No! Wait!" I yell at the bus to no avail.

Huffing and puffing, I reach the classroom, all sweaty and disheveled and very late.

Seeing the last available seat on the first desk near the window, I reluctantly sit there.

"Akaashi? Akaashi Keiji?" The teacher called as she entered the classroom.

"Yes ma'am." A reply came from the bench behind me.

"You are the student with the best grades so you will be the class monitor this year." The teacher smiled at the guy named 'Akaashi'.

"Okay ma'am."

I turned around to see his face having no indication of any emotion. A true disciplined student I guess.

That's when I noticed his piercing blue eyes. And the same wavy messy dark hair from yesterday.

I immediately flipped forward, not giving him time to glance at me and remember our disastrous meeting.

Great, now I have to avoid him all year.

"Oh, it's you. From the park."

The first thing I hear when I am outside the gymnasium is this.

I glance up to see the same guy.

I laugh awkwardly. "Yeah, it's me!"

"Hello, I'm Akaashi, nice to see you again." He said warmly. Something I didn't expect.

"Haha, I'm Y/n. Y/n l/n. And nice to see you too. Thanks for saving me yesterday."

He chuckled, a dimple forming in his right cheek, "I hardly think I 'saved' you but do be careful."

I nod in response.

"Did you just join the school?"

"Yes I did and I moved here recently so Fukurodani was a good school choice." I ramble on again.

"Are you here to apply for the manager position?" He said, finally opening the gym doors to walk us to the coach and the other managers.

"Yeah. I heard joining a club was compulsory. And this was the only spot available."

"The reason we need a third manager is because the team is way too rowdy."

"Oh, really-" I say as I get interrupted by an incredibly loud guy.

"AGAASHI WHO IS THAT GIRL?? YOUR GIRLFRIEND??"

I don't know why but I felt a little flutter in my heart hearing this.

'Why does this spiky white haired dude sound lowkey jealous?' I think to myself.

"No, Bokuto, she's here to apply for the manager position."

He turned to me as Bokuto nodded and leapt away, spiking volleyballs before practice even began.

"And that's our captain."

My eyes widened. I turned to him in disbelief, "Really?"

"I know, l/n, I know." He sighed.

Training to be a manager was pretty easy. Filling up water bottles, bringing fresh towels and keeping track of scores. That's it.

"BUT L/N HE'S THE ONE WHO THREW A BALL AT MY HEAD!" Konoha said, fuming in anger.

Oh god.

"I DID NOT. HE'S LYING L/N I SWEAR."

Bokuto says as he chases after Konoha who makes his escape.

Okay maybe this is not that easy. But it's fun.

After practice ended, I ran towards Akaashi. We recently found out we live right next to each other so we have been walking to and from school. He's been helping me leave on time in the morning.

"Hey Akaashi, all done?" I ask him, a giddy feeling spreading over me. I really looked forward to these times that we could just talk and stroll casually.

He put the last of his uniform into his bag.

"Yes, l/n I'm done." He said, a soft smile spreading over his face.

We walk in a comfortable silence when Akaashi says, "It's great that we got partnered together on that project. I was afraid it'd be someone I didn't usually talk to."

I smiled at that, happy to have found a friend like him.

I say something I thought I'd never say, "Do you wanna come over later to work on it?"

This caught him off guard. We have become a lot closer the past few weeks but I wondered if it was too early to ask him to come over.

"Actually l/n, I'd love that. But you should come over to my house instead. My mom was asking to meet my 'new friend' I was talking about."

He was talking about me? To his mother? I wonder why.

"Okay, yeah, let's do that!"

[imitative-magpie]

The Eye At The Bottom of Emerald Coast

This post is an update to where I have been for the last 2 weeks. I plan to write everything that I experienced, everything I heard, everything I saw– in excruciating detail for me. For my own peace of mind, so if you are perturbed by talk related to medical emergencies or long winded explanations about things as trivial as my feelings, then feel free to turn away. I won’t fault you for it, but this post is going up all the same, because I feel like this moment in my life meant something. It had to.

So, what happened? I'm just going to rip the bandage off and say, I had a cardiac event at work, and had to be taken away in an ambulance. I don't like having to share this because I feel like I always have something dramatic happening in this disaster of a life I've built for myself. I thought moving from my hometown and getting a medical degree was supposed to make my life more stable, but the groundwork I've created is crumbling around me, and the fall from grace started with a workplace argument. “I don't get why you don't trust us, we have been so nice to you, and yet you keep pulling this shit-”

“Look, I can't just turn trust on like a switch, Larry. If I could, I would just to get you off my back but don't sit there and lie to me. I know you all have been talking about me in secret. What was it about? Is it because of what I said about the freezer room? Is it- oh my god, did you find out why I left my last job?” I panicked, but the look on Larry's face told me that it was not information he was privy to… yet. “I do not think it's a coincidence that you all suddenly fall silent the second I enter the room. So am I just being paranoid or do you have something you want to tell me?”

“You're just being paranoid!!” He throws his hands up with his shouted exclamation, several people glance over at us. “Look, dude… Okay, we have talked a little bit but only because we're worried about you!” I raised an eyebrow of disbelief. “Seriously? After we invited you out to grab drinks with us, you still don't think we're friends?”

“I…don't  know what I think.”

I could feel the tension rising up in the back of my throat, like bile. Everything in the room pulsed as I took in a shaking breath, but Larry just pushed on. “Why are you so damn negative? I just don't get it, man. You know when you aren't going on about how the world is awful, you're actually fun to talk to-”

“Listen, bad always happen to me- I'm just reporting the facts,”

“This is exactly what I'm talking about-! Nobody is out to get you! I like you, Julius! I like you!” and I tried to say something in rebuttal but… I threw up right there at the table with no warning…and it was pure black, the texture gelatinous and bitter. I thought about how someone had told me once that black vomit is a tell towards a serious health issue and that you are close to death- and I know that's because of the coffee ground appearance of vomit during a gastrointestinal bleed, I know that, okay?  I could tell that wasn't what this was because it was downright acrylic looking in consistency,  but it was too late, the fear that I was dying was already firmly planted in my head. I could feel the prickle of eyes on me, making me feel even more panicked. “Oh shoot, let me go get some paper towels,” Larry said, but Gilbert was already making strides over to the paper towel roll on the counter in the breakroom. My head was swimming, and my shoulder began to throb so hard that it trailed up the side of my neck and that just freaked me out even more.That must've been when I lost consciousness, because I don't really recall much afterwards. I think Larry might've tried to coax me out of my seat, saying; “Okay, let's get you sitting on the ground before you pass out.”but besides that, it's a blur. All I wanted was to stand up and shake it off, and show them that everything was alright– but it was like I was trying to keep my head above water when the waves were crashing all the same, silencing my cries for help and pulling me under. I fought it the whole way down.

For a painful moment, it was just dark, and the only thing I was conscious of was that feeling where you've been dropped from a great height, that rush of adrenaline in a quick pulsing ’thump!’ and then I was far under the currents of emerald bay. The water was dark and rich, and it overwhelmed all my senses. It was all encompassing, in a terrifying way that made it impossible to tell which direction the surface was. For a second there it was nice because at least this felt constant, you know? It almost felt safe, in a way that was terribly deceptive. 'Thump!' There was something there, under the ocean floor. I couldn't see it, but it was there, its heartbeat shaking the tranquility of death.  I could feel it with absolute certainty. It made the sea pulse like a womb, and so I swam down towards the heartbeat that was drumming on, shaking the walls of my soul.

Because it's not fair. I played my whole life by the books. I kept my head down, I worked myself to the bone, and I always followed what was expected of me. I never put myself out there. As I kept kicking my feet, all I could think about was all the hobbies I repressed, all the people I could've kissed, all the things I could've brought into question- it wasn't fair. I wasn't supposed to die like this, never finding the closure I was searching for. I just wanted to understand who I am, I just wanted to know- was that really so awful? 

’Thump!’

And there it was, at the bottom of emerald bay, the thing that's haunted me, the explanation of my entire life looking right through me as if I wasn't merely my flesh. One, pulsing eye, flecked with the dark stars of infinite timelines and realities. I spent my whole life feeling lost, like I didn't know who I was, and now it was looking me right in the face like a macabre joke. I thought back to all that time I spent asking people about their experiences, and trying to selfishly fit myself into some space I could belong- the Supernatural kin community, the Madoka Magica kin community, the Mouth Washing kin community especially and it was all because of this thing. This thing I don't even understand. I wanted to, in spite of everything. I almost wanted to laugh at how bad it hurt…and because I have a sense of humor, as I reached out to stab into the pupil with my sharpened fingers, I thought to myself,

“I hope this hurts”

Some things about going into cardiac arrest at 24 years old; I recovered faster than expected. I could've been there for 16, 18 days… but I was only there for 11. Having all that stuff hooked up on me, especially the catheter, was sensory hell and so I made it everyone else's problem that I was feeling so rotten. That being said, I found myself not nearly as emotional about this experience. Surprising as that may be, it all felt sort of surreal. Like it wasn't me laying in that hospital bed but someone completely different. Oh, I hated that more than anything. You know what the real kicker was? They said it was triggered by stress. That I should be more careful when viewing horror content, among other things. Imagine the one thing that brings you joy. Imagine the climax of your absolute euphoria, a high that knocks you away from the woes of reality, your favorite food, your favorite song. Imagine asking a question, and never getting to live to hear the answer, no you've been condemned to ignorance. It was as if they just told me I was going to be living off saltines for the rest of my life. It was like they defanged me. Naturally I dealt with it in my usual healthy coping mechanisms- being an insufferable prick. 

Consider this a footnote, but-

The thing that pushed me over the edge in the end is confusing and because I don't understand it, I feel almost embarrassed to admit the amount of pain it doled upon all my senses. It was one of the nurses, the way she smelled. Over all that sterile cleaner and sour dread from the hospital, somehow I could make out notes of chamomile and bergamot as she whisked away with a clipboard in hand, and suddenly I was struggling to keep my composure, because I

Why? Why was this happening? Why was I doing this here, where someone could see me? Sure, no one was in the room but I could feel the prickle of eyes at the back of my neck. I was already in the throes of a nervous breakdown though, I could feel the lump in my throat forming and suddenly I wished I hadn't gone and pushed away anyone who even looked at me kindly. 

If I kept going down that train of thought, I'd surely embarrass myself. I mean– it's  not as if I've never had a cup of tea before, or had the pleasure of smelling a lit bergamot candle. For some reason, the warmth in it together just knocked the wind out of me. How do you process grief if you don't even know why you're grieving? So I just sat there, swallowing convulsively and thinking about the fact that I built my walls so high, that nobody visited me in this god forsaken hospital over the holidays. ’Well, that's not fair, maybe they visited early when I wasn't conscious and they just got turned away because they weren't family’ I try to tell myself, but deep down I know nobody tried because I really am that unlikable of a person. It's not even something I've learned, it's been like this ever since I was a child. If I just keep telling myself it's all of this is worth it, then maybe one day it will be. I just have to keep clawing at the walls of this existence until I break through.

[sleepy3012]

A Hello Neighbor Au: I'm a bad girl?

Summary: Maritza joins the cult for a reason.

(Sorry 4 the bad grammer😔)

Suggested by: @cacciocavalloblu

The present: ......."Its dark, cold, and I hear the police arive at the scene of the murder...I watch from behind a tree as they take Mr. Peterson's body away....what have I done"

Three Days ago: I walk down the school halls wanting to go home but can't. As I get to the water fountain I hear my name being called from the anoucement intercon.

"Maritza Espacito please report to my office IDMEDATLY" 'It was Principal Abanate, But why would she call me to her office?' I think to myself.

On my way to her office random thoughts come inside my head 'What did I do? Did she find out I punched delroy...No that was a joke, Or that i threw my lunch at Finch beacuse she was bullying Nicky again? Or maybe she knows about how a fought with Trinity for putting my brother in Danger?'

Whatever it was I felt my heart racing as fast as a racing car. When I finally got to Abanate's office...I take a deep breath...and walk in.

"Oh...why hello Maritza...here take a seat" she says to me with a warm smile but somewhere in my mind tells me thats not a real smile.

"So? Why am I here Mrs. Abanate.. whatever it is I didnt do it." I say as my hands start to shake, 'God i hate when this happens' I think to myself.

Mrs. Abanate just sits there for a minute then stands up to walk around me in circles which starts to make me Even MORE nervous then....she stops and whsipers to me....

"Your a Dirty.Nasty.Evil.Rat" she says in the most meanest way possible.

I think to myself 'DID I JUST HEAR HER SAY WHAT I THINK SHE SAID?'

"W...wha-?" I say as the words spin around my head.

"Yes...you heard me, you are a evil rat...your a bad girl Maritza and you know it...Dont you?

I dont respond to her

She raises her voice "Anwser ME young lady tell me weatheir not you Know that you are a BAD person."

"I ...I....I DONT KNOW?!" I say in fear

I feel my anger and giult raise in me I really feel like punching her but that will just make things more worst.

"Oh....But you do know...your a nasty little girl who just acts brave towards others.

"NO!" I scream "YOU DONT KNOW THAT, YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT M-" I was then cut off by Mrs. Abanate.

"Maritza I know alot about you...All you do is betray and betray...to keep your parents safe...and your brother...you do it to keep him safe dont you?" She says in a soft tone.

"But-" I dont get a chance to finish

"No Buts...you know your a bad person..a bad girl...and you little friends might figure thar out soon..wont they..arnt you tried of your little friend Trinity of dragging your brother into stuff?" She says.

I start to remember what Trinity did to my brother...she almost had gotten him killed!

"Y...yeah...I i'm tired..of that." I say in deafet.

"Then join me and the rest of our cult...then you can protect...the people you care about..and you will never have to worry about trinity dragging your brother into any of our dangers...what do you think?" She says in a convicing voice

I start to Think, what if I do join them..what its a trick and they will betray me like I betrayed my friends...But if I dont join them...then..will I still be a bad person? A bad girl?

"Soo? Do we have a deal" Mrs. Abanate says with a smile.

I sigh and hope I'm making the right desesion..I think to myself 'For Enzo and me....I will never have to be a bad person anymore....

"I....Its a deal" I say.

Back to the present: Now i'm here watching and remembering how I had use the powers Crow face gave me to get that black book from Mr. Peterson...I sit there and watch him bleed out because of how angry I was at him...Because of what He did to Lucy...and Mya.

I make it to the cab and give Mrs. Abanate the black book as I feel her pat me on my head saying

"Good Girl Maritza~"

[addingfuel-tothefire]

Senior Prom with Satoru Gojo

~ Mature content

~ Minors DNI/18+

~Black y/n, fem body, and tall

It was the night of our senior prom, and he had asked to take me. I was surprised since we've been best friends since 7th grade, and I hadn't even sleep in the same room with him before. During class, I always daydreamed about him. While I was daydreaming he came up to me and asked me to prom, I was over the moon and practically screamed yes.

It was a month later and the night of the prom. It was getting towards the end of the night and he asked me if I was ready to go. I definitely was, I pre-gamed before and was feeling a little tipsy still, plus it was starting to die down anyways. We started making our way towards the door and he held my hand on the way out. I started feeling a little nervous, because I started thinking what if he feels the way I do. I knew my feelings towards him were one-sided, but I still wondered. I started to notice the direction he was driving wasn't the way to my house right about when he pulled into this really nice hotel. He took me inside and showed me to our room. He handed me a bag and started walking towards the bathroom.

~ "What are we doing here and what's in this bag?"

He didn't say anything back and just looked at me. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I peeked in the bag and my jaw almost hit the floor. All that's in the bag is a red lingerie two-piece, a black lace robe, and a note. The note says "put it on". I don't even remember putting it on; only the way I felt waiting. I felt like I was waiting for years but when I looked over at the clock it had only been 10 minutes. After looking at the clock I finally hear the shower turn off and sit up. He opens the door and walks out naked, and I swear he was sculpted by the gods. He looked at me and bit his lip, he looked like an animal waiting for his prey.

~ "Come here."

I walked over to him slowly, and as soon as I was in reach he grabbed me and pulled me in closer. He took the robe off before I could realize what happened. He admired my body and started kissing me: I felt him get harder. We stared into each others eyes and he told me,

~ "You're beautiful."

I started to blush, and he threw me on the bed. I never realized how strong he was and let the lord have mercy on my soul for the way I felt. Before he could lean on top of me, I spit on my hand and started to jerk him off. He started moaning and almost fell on top of me. He made me stop and started kissing me down my neck to my stomach. He could tell how hot I was getting, and told me to,

~ "Turn over."

When I flipped over he whispered sweet little nothings in my ear. I could feel myself getting wetter after everything he said. He started to unclasp my bra. My stomach was full of butterflies, and all I could think was that the moment had been waiting for was finally here. He started kissing me down my back, causing me to moan in ecstasy. He flipped me back over and slipped off my panties. While we were making out he reached down and started rubbing my clit. The way he made me feel made me realize how much I craved him. My body let out a shiver when he slowly slipped his fingers into me.

~ "I'm not hurting you am I? Does this feel good?"

~ "Y-yes. It feels so good. Please keep going."

He glides his fingers in deeper until he can't anymore. He starts moving his fingers in and out of me. He's studying everyway my body reacts to his touch. Before I can finish he takes his fingers out, and asks,

~ "You ready?"

I nod yes, and he starts rubbing his tip between my slit and slips inside me. I've never felt this good ever. I grab his arm and bite my lip, so I don't make to much noise. He pushes himself deeper until he can't anymore, he leans down and kisses me. He starts thrusting in and out causing me to moan in his mouth. I can tell he feels as good as I do, because he starts going faster and harder. He starts moaning in my ear making me wetter. He flips me over onto my hands and knees and starts pounding into me harder until we're both about to cum. I realized that we've slowly been getting louder and louder and I'm surprised we haven't received a noise complaint. We both flopped over after we came. We started kissing and I started moving down his body. I started sucking his dick until he came in my mouth. Afterwards he grabs me and puts me on my back. He spreads my legs apart and starts slowly eating me out until my legs won't stop shaking and my hips are tensed. After I finished we were both exhausted and just laid there and cuddled. We both confessed how we feel about each other finally. I told him I've loved him since 9th grade, and that I was always to afraid to tell him. We got up the next morning and went for a round two. I started to think there's no one else I'd rather be with.

[dragonclawzzz]

Work was shit again. Ignore the long rant ahead.

Melissa complained about "all" the things she has to do and again, was insinuating that I'm not doing anything. I honestly just have to find this hilarious since I'm actually doing more than what SHE was doing just a few weeks ago. Multiple times today she was asking me what I was doing.

But she was talking shit at the end of the day to Tami.

After the last lunch is done being served, there are some kids that stay in the cafeteria instead of going out for recess. We push them all to the last two rows of tables. Before the job switch she would clean two rows and I would clean two rows, then when all the kids left the lunch room we'd each clean a row. Now I changed it so I clean all 4 rows myself- because she is supposed to be cleaning the serving area and I always thought it was dumb I had to stop and clean these tables when she easily could and then go back and finish cleaning that area and then come back out again. So I said, just come clean that last row when you're done in the serving area. She threw the biggest fit- being like why can't you just clean them it doesn't make any sense for me to come out and clean this last row.

I took everything out of a la carte that I had put up or kept in that area and texted Tami that I want to go back to serving, I don't want to deal with Melissa for the next several months making me feel badly for the job I do. Tami called me and was like, if that's honestly what you want to do then we can do it but I want you to do what you want because you're the one that has busted your butt for me and you're the one I can count on and I will do whatever it takes to keep you happy because you're a hard worker. She said if we do go back to original tasks she's re-writing Melissa's shit because she's sick of seeing her sitting around and not doing anything.

So on one hand I just want to go back to serving- I am so bored at a la carte. On the other hand, I don't want Melissa to feel like she's "won" in this whole thing. That she essentially bullied me into giving her this other job back.

And there's this whole other layer of sadness about this whole thing because I really thought Melissa was like, a friend. And this whole thing has shown me how not nice she is and that makes me sad. Like why would you treat me like this? Why couldn't she say- wow I can't believe you were doing all these tasks alone, I don't know if I can do all this do you think you could help me by doing some of them? Instead she's just made me feel like I'm being a lazy piece of shit for forcing her to do them all while I sit on my ass.

It's frustrating. I don't want to be this worked up about this job because none of it is hard. I could do my job and Melissa's, and I have for several weeks. It isn't worth my energy. I don't want to care.

I told Tami I'd decide about if I want to go back or not by Monday.

But I know I just won't be able to work with Melissa like I used to and that makes me sad. We have a really small group that all works closely and like, this is bad blood now. Ruining the dynamics.

[loomiseater]

Fifty Shades

Hey everyone! This is a look at the first chapter of my new Christian Grey book! I just started writing yesterday so I'm only on chapter 3. I'll upload the book whenever I fully finish writing it. I plan on doing 3 books just like the films. I'll upload it daily to my Wattpad and Tumblr whenever I finish writing. ALSO! This is a Christian Grey x Black!fem!reader, but you can still ofc read this book if you're not Black. I've never seen any Christian Grey BWWM fics so I decided to write my own. I really hope you all enjoy this! Lmk what y'all think!!

🩶Y/n's Pov🩶

It was around 7:00 AM when I woke up. I was supposed to be job hunting since I recently dropped out of college, and since then, my parents stopped giving me money. I dropped out because I want to do something I love in life, which is acting of course. But I need to be realistic, I need a stable income since my parents weren't providing for me anymore, and I need the money for acting classes.

My parents weren't rich or anything, but their income was stable and they were well off. I'm the fourth kid out of five siblings. My oldest brother, Ryan, is 30 years old; he's in the Navy, currently on duty. I miss him, I haven't seen him for six months. My big sister, Nyla, is 28 years old. We're not on speaking terms right now. We haven't spoken in two months, two months ago I found out her husband was abusing her.

I confronted her about it and tried to offer her help but she didn't want it. You can't help someone who doesn't want help, and ever since, she hasn't spoken to me, I've tried reaching out but she just ignores me. Theres only so much I can do.

My other brother, Miles, 26 years old, is a firefighter. He's not around that much, not because of any drama or anything, but because being a first responder takes up a lot of your time. Then next of course is me. 19 years old and now a college drop out. After me is my baby sister, Aniyah, who's fourteen years old. She just started her freshman year of high school.

I totally forgot I was supposed to be taking a break from job hunting today, my best friend Aaliyah is currently sick so I'm supposed to be interviewing some man for her. Aaliyah works for our local journalists company. And I'm currently sharing a two bedroom apartment with her until I can afford to live on my own.

I stared at the wall for a couple of minutes until I finally got up and started my day. I brushed my teeth, then got in the shower and washed my face while I was in there, it's more convenient. I got out and dried myself off, now putting on some coconut oil, then going in with some vanilla lotion.

I wanted to go with a professional look today so whoever I was interviewing would take me seriously. Aaliyah would not tell me who the man was, she says I'll gasp when I see him though. I highly doubt it.

I decided to go with some basic colors for my outfit since this is a business setting. I may be a broke bitch right now, but my outfits are still gonna eat. I placed in some earrings, sprayed some perfume, and walked into the living room.

Aaliyah was sitting on the couch with some Ginger Ale and Saltine crackers.

"You feeling any better?" I asked as she threw her head back. "No! My stomach is killing me!" She groaned. "Aww, I'm sorry, babes." I frowned at her current mood. She's been like this for the past 2 days.

"Hey, take my car today." She offered but I kindly rejected. "Take it! I'm not gonna tell you again!" She stated. She sounds just like my mom. "Okay! I'll take it." I said as I took her keys off the table. I was at the door about to open it until she spoke up again. "Do you remember where to go, Y/n?" She asked as I rolled my eyes. "It's the 21st century, Aaliyah, I have a gps." I smartly said as she threw a cracker at me.

She missed as I laughed at her and headed out the door.

I pulled up to a building called "Grey House" it had a sleek modern design and was really tall. It looks expensive. I checked in with the woman at the front desk. I had to look at the paper that Aaliyah handed me for the name of the man I was interviewing. "Um- I'm supposed to be interviewing Christian Grey." I said as I looked at the name again making sure that it was right.

She smiled and kindly told me the room number and floor. When I made it to floor twenty, I was greeted by two women who offered to take my purse and was bringing me to Mr. Grey's office. I followed the blonde women down the hallway as I admired the look inside. The floor was white marble, their were glass doors and windows everywhere, along with paintings.

"Right this way." The blonde announced as we stood in front of two double doors. The doors were wide and long with two cylinder handles. I haven't even met this man yet but I for some reason feel nervous all ready. I opened the door, not even noticing the extra step. In result I tripped into the room. "Ounch!"

I fell on my wrists. As I looked up, I saw a man turned around looking out into the window with a gray suit on. His office was massive. I was still on the floor as he turned around and started walking towards me. "Ms. Robins." He stated. I guess he thought I was Aaliyah.

His long legs strutted over to me, he looks so powerful, and rich. "Are you alright?" His questioned with a look of concern as he helped me up. I nodded my head before shook my hand. I finally got a good look at him and thats when I realized who he was. I held in my gasp but my eyes widened. He was that billionaire. He's one of the richest men on earth.

I guess he took notice to my widened eyes. He chuckled a bit before greeting me. "Christian Grey."

"Y/n Walker." I greeted back.

I couldn't read his face, it was like a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Um, Ms. Robins has the flu, so she asked me to fill in." I say as I realize he was probably wondering who I was since I'm not Aaliyah. "So I see." He started off. "So, you're studying journalism as well?" He finished as I shook my head no.

"No- I-um recently dropped out of college." My voice was hesitant, to be honest I was kinda embarrassed. I quickly changed the subject back to Aaliyah. "I'm Aaliyah's friend, she's sick right now so I'll be taking over the interview."

Mr. Grey looked passed me and nodded his head before walking back to his desk. "As I said, I only have ten minutes." That was kind of rude. I rolled my eyes, thinking he didn't notice but he did. He tilted his head, amused at the fact that I would even do that.

I hurried and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I began to look down at the journal, reading through some of the notes. I mentally picked one of the questions and turned on my recorder. I looked up and Mr. Grey had this cold look, he looked annoyed almost, like he didn't wanna be here. It was making me feel nervous and a bit self conscious.

It was silent for a bit until he stood up and walked over to me, handing me a pencil that had his name on it for some reason. He sighed before resting on the front of his desk. "Ready?" I asked with smile. "Whenever you are." He replied. I smiled again before looking down at the notebook.

"Um-okay. So this is for the special graduation issue on the student newspaper." I explained. "Yes, I'm giving the commencement address at this year's ceremony." He answered. I was actually surprised, this is a man who usually keeps to himself. "You are?" I asked just to make sure I heard right.

He looked liked he was offended by my question so I quickly back tracked. I was trying to look for words to say but I couldn't really think of any. "I mean, um..I know." I softly said. I then looked back down at my paper seeing what else I can ask him. The room was filled with awkward silence until I spoke up.

"You are very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe-" before I could even finish reading the question, he cut me off. "-To what do I owe my success?" He said with an attitude. I looked back down at the paper before answering "Yep.." I awkwardly said.

"Seriously?" He scoffed.

"Yes.." I frowned. "Business is about people." He started off as he walked back to the other side of his desk. "And I've always been good at people. What motivates them, what incentivizes them, what inspires them." He finished. I gave him an apologetic look before speaking up. "No offense, sir, but maybe you're just lucky." I stated. "Excuse me?" I'm assuming no one has ever spoken to him like that.

For some reason he had a smile on his face. "I've always found that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have." He said. He stared at me for a bit before he started talking again. "The key to my success has been in identifying talented individuals and harnessing their efforts."

"So you're a control freak." I mumbled lowly just enough for me to hear but apparently he heard it too. "Oh, I exercise control in all things, Ms. Walker." He smirked. I softly laughed at statement before looking back down at my paper. His smirk turned me on, my whole body started feeling hot.

"Do you have any interests outside of work?" I read. "I enjoy various physical pursuits." He said with that same exact smirk again. I licked my lips before looking back down at the paper. I wasn't even paying that much attention to the words, more so just saying them out loud.

"You're unmarried-oh, you were adopted at age four!" I said with shock. I was starting to become more interested.

"Thats a matter of public records." He coldly said. I immediately put my head down not wanting to be in his view, but he ended up sitting down next to me in the other chair. He tilted my chin up with his finger as he looked into my eyes. His icy blue eyes were so beautiful, just like the ocean.

"Why don't you ask me something that you want to know?" He asked before taking his hand away from my chin. My breathing was shallow from his touch, his fingers were smooth, yet rough. I cleared my throat before answering. "Earlier, you said that there are some people who know you well..but I get the feeling that, that's not true?" I sincerely asked.

The room went silent, he was thinking about what to say, no one has ever asked him that deep of a question. Most interviewers just ask him stuff like "How does it feel to be one of the richest men alive", "When are you getting married?", or "How much do you spend in a day?"

Before he could answer my question, the blonde from earlier poked into the room. "Mr. Grey, your next meeting is in the conference room." She announced. "Cancel, please. Me and Y/n are not finished here." He says, not even looking at her, his attention was fully focused on me. My heart started beating faster, that was all the questions I have for him. "Yes sir." The blonde responded.

"Oh- sir, thats all the que-" "I would like to know more about you." He stated. His eyes were filed with curiosity, waiting for me to answer. "There's really not much to know about me." I shyly said. And I was right. I'm only nineteen, I haven't really even been through life yet.

"You said you were a college drop out?" Even though he's correct, I did say that and it did happen, it still felt like a stab to the chest anytime someone says it out loud. "Yes." I pressed my lips together to stop myself from frowning. "Why?" He asked. I lifted my head back up at him to see his head tilted, waiting for me to answer. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you drop out? Money problems? You're parents?" He questioned. "I want to be an actress. It's my dream." I smiled. "What made you fall in love with film?" He asked as he leaned closer into me. I was starting to get nervous from how close he is but I nonetheless answered his question.

"When I was a little girl, my dad would take me to almost every new movie that came out." I started off, thinking about all those soft memories. "Film is something we bonded over, then middle school I joined drama, but I haven't done anything theater wise since senior year of high school." I smiled.

He look intrigued by my answer. "How old are you, Y/n?" He asked as he squinted his eyes. "I'm nineteen, sir. You?" He seemed surprised by my answer. "Why that face?" I asked as he shook his head. "Nothing, you just look really young." He answered. "Thank you?" I didn't know if it was a compliment or not. "You didn't my first question, how old are you, Mr. Grey?" I asked again. "Twenty-seven" he stated. I squeezed my legs, older men are just so much hotter for some reason. I guess he saw my legs squeeze together, he stared at my thighs for a while before speaking up.

"If you're looking to make some extra money, I have a personal assistant job opening." He offered. I softly laughed before speaking up. "I don't think I would be the right person for that job." "I think you'd be perfect for it." He said back as he rubbed my thigh some. I was officially turned on now. I stood up before things could go any further.

"Um- Thats all the questions I have for you." I said as I was now walking out the door. The blonde woman from earlier handed me my purse back as I thanked her. "I hope you got everything you needed." Mr. Grey said as we were now by the elevator. "I did. Thank you, Mr. Grey." I thanked as he shook his head. "Christian." I smiled and pressed the button for the elevator as he tuned me around by my waist.

"In case you rethink about the personal assistant position." He said before he handed me his business card. I took the card from him and thanked him whilst walking into the elevator.

"Goodbye, Christian."

"Goodbye, Y/n."

[smuts-whore]

Title- Pride

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating- 18+

Warning: Smut

Word count:1429

I just finished my promo so I'm sitting at my vanity bushing my hair. I hear a knock on my locker room door.

I say," Come in I guess."

When I looked up I saw Jey Uso standing at my door. Me and Jey had a complicated relationship. We fuck a lot, like every night but we're not together. I put my melt band on my wig and turned around waiting for him to say something.

"You did good tonight mama", he said grabbing my hand.

" I always do. Ya'll were okay", I said as I giggled as I saw his face drop.

He said," Damn just okay? Maybe because I wasn't the one talking."

"Well that can really be the problem because I don't like when your mouth is open. I'd rather it occupied", I said sucking on his finger.

"Girl you better stop playing while we at work", he said biting his lip.

I laughed and walked out my locker room and was met by my best friend Bianca Belair.

Her eyes grew as she saw Jey walking out of my locker room and then she grinned.

"Are you two together" she asked crossing her arms.

"No of course not", I said scoffing.

"Really that's how you feeling. Well have fun by yourself tonight", he said walking away.

"Why would you say that? That boy is crazy over you", Bianca said while hitting my arm.

"I know I just can't go there with him you know. I'd rather just have casual hookups", I said rubbing my finger through my hair.

"People who are sleeping together every night and can barely sleep without each other are not casual Y/N. Think about it", she said walking away to meet Montez.

~At the hotel~

I'm laying in bed twisting and turning. I can't sleep at all. I want Jey in my arms and not only that I'm so fucking horny. I decided to suck in my pride and text him.

Y/N~ Hi

Jey~ What

Y/N~ Can you come to my room?

Jey~ No

Y/N~ Please I want to talk

Jey~ Sorry not tonight

I threw my phone down while groaning. I do want to talk but I want to get some first and he knows that. You know what I'm going to beat him at his own game.

I got up and went to take a shower. When I got out I went in my bag and grabbed my red and black lingerie. Before putting it on I put on my Victoria Secret lotion all over my body. I took some coconut oil and rubbed it on my pussy.

I put on the set with some black heels. I went to the bathroom and took off my bonnet and fixed my hair and edges. I sprayed the matching perfume on me and sighed looking at myself in the mirror. Damn I'm fine. I grabbed my robe and put it over my outfit for me to walk to his room.

I grabbed my room key and headed to his room which was on the floor above me. When I arrived in front of his hotel room my body started to heat up with want. I knocked and he yelled out that he was coming. When he opened the door he rolled his eyes.

I stared at him biting my lip. He just got out of the shower because he had water dripping down his body and a towel wrapped around his body. His tattoo looked good wet.

"What do you want Y/N", he said knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Can I please come in", I asked and he moved aside so I can walk in.

I sat on his bed and was welcomed by the smell of cologne. I whined and he caught me but chose to ignore it.

"Why are you mad at me", I said looking up at him.

"The fact that you had to ask is pissing me off more. You play too much. One minute you want me and the next your telling people we're not together with an attitude towards it. Make up your fucking mind!"

I jumped at him raising his voice at me. He never does that. Even though I was shocked, I had to cross my legs at the heat that grew between my legs. I bit my lip and he watched my expression closely.

"I'm sorry daddy", I said with a smirk.

His eyes darken with lust at those words.

"I'll take my punishment like a good girl", I said opening up my robe leaning back so I was on display.

A slow "fucckkkk" left his lips and he sat down next to me.

"Strip and lay on your stomach now", he said getting up as I hurried and took off all my clothes and laid on my stomach and arch my back so my ass was in the air.

I felt a smack on my ass and I squealed.

"You always wanna disrespect me but I'll show you disrespect tonight", he rubbed his finger between my folds rubbing small circles on my clit. I whined as he removed his hand but gasped as I felt him push his entire dick in me.

"Fuck you so tight", he said groaning as he started to thrust in slowly. I moaned and pushed back on him. He held my hips to stop me from moving and I groaned.

"Faster daddy please", I said which he quickly did. He started pounding me at a god speed. I gripped the sheets and I squealed at how good it felt. My wetness

"YES DADDY. Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop", I said as my toes curled.

He pulled me up and my back was against his chest. He nibbled on my ear and said,"Who the fuck said I was stopping."

He reached down and started rubbing my clit fast. I gripped his risk that was playing with my clit as my vision got blurry. He groaned and said "Damn mama" as I clenched my walls around me.

I said,"Please daddy can I cum."

He rubbed my clit faster and said,"Go ahead and cum around daddy you little slut."

That pushed me over the edge and I came saying,"THANK YOU DADDY."

As I came down from my high and he flipped me over and kept going. I grabbed the sheets trying to pull myself off him but he gripped my hips to keep me in place.

"No don't try to run. I take all your bullshit so you are gonna take this dick"he said going faster in my sensitive cunt.

"Daddy stop please", I said as I felt tears run down my face at the over stimulation I feel. My entire body felt like it was on fire. He reached under me and rubbed my clit. I could help the screams and tears that came out. I clenched around him and before I could stop it I squirted all over his cock and his lower stomach.

"Damn mama that was sexy. You think you can do it again".

I whined knowing I was about to have a hell of a ride.

Four orgasms later and him finishing on my stomach we we're finally done. He pulled out of me and i winced at sensitivity that I felt. He went in the restroom and came out with a white rag and cleaned me and him off. He pulled the covers over us and I laid in his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that", I said looking up at him.

"Why do you play with my feelings Y/N. I have told you over and over how much I love you but you act like you feel the same", he said rubbing his finger through my hair.

"My pride. I really do love you it's just easier if I pretend I can be without you but I can't. Tonight alone in my room I thought I was gonna lose my mind the way I missed you. Your smell, your arms, your kiss, your penis", I said as we laughed at the last part.

"So you love me" he said smirking knowing he has me as his now.

"Shut up and go to sleep Jey", I said laughing.

He kissed me and then released my lips and kissed my forehead. He turned off the lamp on the nightstand and we cuddled up and went to sleep.

[bamf-prongsminiprongs]

My take on the Marauders (Wolfstar)

Wolfstar is toxic. It isn't just 'Wolfstar' angst, and that "everyone has their problems". It's that it is too toxic to be good at all. You can ship whoever you want (Not pro-ships), I'm not saying you can't ship Wolfstar, I'm not going to hate on anyone for doing so. It'll most likely be the opposite (Please don't dox me). Wolfstar is mostly shipped because of the movies and actors, who thought that Remus and Sirius would be together, so they created some small scenes about it. But that doesn't mean they're together. When they use the books as 'evidence', they use the fact that Remus looked at Sirius for many lines until he looked away 30-ish lines later (Sirius was also talking during those 30-ish lines, so obviously Remus was going to listen to what he has to say). That doesn't mean anything. Sometimes I look in people's directions, that doesn't mean I'm romantically involved with them. Sirius talked about James more than anything and treated him better, while he was toxic to Remus. He played the prank on Remus, which could've ruined Remus's life, he thought Remus was the traitor enough that he made sure not to tell him something that involved their best friends' (James) life. On Remus's part, he was too cowardly for anything, he got Nymphadora pregnant and tried to LEAVE her with their unborn child because he was scared the child would be a werewolf like him, and instead of being like "Oh, hey! My child may be a werewolf, me being a werewolf myself could help just in case he is, it would really benefit my pregnant wife as well, especially since we're in the middle of a war", but instead he tried to guilt trip Harry by saying "Oh, your father would've wanted-", and when Harry talked sense into him and said that he shouldn't abandon his unborn child, Remus threw a tantrum and stormed out. With Sirius' will, he left everything to Harry, his rich godson, instead of his "Alpha-male-swearing-anger-issued boyfriend that he just can't live without". If Sirius did love Remus, he wouldn't give everything to his rich godson (Though Harry deserved some more money after his godfather's death) instead of Remus, who couldn't get a job because of his condition. ALSO, In Prisoner of Azkaban, when Harry was hiding under the table where Ron and Hermione were sitting while overhearing the teachers, those teachers said how James and Sirius were inseparable, how there was never one without the other (Meaning that James and Sirius spent all their time together instead of Sirius and Remus, and because it's CANON that James was always pared up with Sirius), they even mentioned Peter, but they never mentioned Remus. Since Sirius and James were popular, even amongst the teachers, the teachers would also be able to observe the marauders, and they never mentioned Remus and Sirius. Also, Sirius ran away to James' house, not Remus's. He had two-way mirrors with James, not Remus. He had all his detention with James, not Remus (As shown his HBP). And also, in their Hogwarts years, Sirius goes on about how he wishes it was a full moon, very openly, even to Remus, who goes "You might", and that same day, Remus asks him if Sirius could help him on Transfiguration, Sirius just goes about how he's too smart to go with that 'rubbish', even though it was probably to help Remus