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Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (GN)

Genre: Angst -> Comfort

Warnings: Self Doubt, Jeongin being a meanie, Crying, Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags.

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Today was your second day on holiday. Waking up to the calmness and not having to get up early and go to work was just perfect. You strolled out of bed making yourself some coffee before plopping down on the couch. Your boyfriend had come out of the shower grabbing a coffee for himself. “We are gonna be leaving soon” he said looking over at you.

“Oh right! I’ll go get dressed” you said making your way back to the room.

“Y/n it’s been like 30 mins we are late” he yelled from the kitchen.

“I’m coming!” You said trying to slip your socks on. “Sorry love I couldn’t-“

He cut you off “we gotta go” he said walking to the door.

The car was parked out front waiting, the drive there was kind of quiet. You looked out the window taking in the pretty views as you passed. You met up with the boys with a smile talking as you walked around the city. Stopping at clothing stores and taking in the scenery. The buildings were so beautiful crafted. The smell of fresh baked breads and foods filled the air.

“Babe look how pretty that is!” You said with a smile trying to show him a building. You turned your head to see jeongin not even paying attention as he chatted with one of the guys. You sighed “I’ll be right back I’m gonna take a picture” you said before walking across the street. The building was old, built hundreds of years ago but still looked so breath taking. You snapped a few pictures as you read a small plaque about the building. When you turned around to walk back across the street you didn’t see the boys.

You pulled your phone back out to text them realizing you had terrible signal. Your heart dropped. No one realized you were gone? Not even jeongin? You felt like you could cry heart cracking at the thought and then it kicked in. You were alone. You were alone in a different place you didn’t know. Your phone wasn’t picking up a signal and you were lost. You were lost in another country and it didn’t seem like anyone cared.

You didn’t wanna move incase they came back. Minutes turned to an hour. You roamed a bit trying to find service anyone even just a little. Meanwhile the boys had just noticed you weren’t there.

“Hey where’s y/n?” Jisung as looking around.

“Weren’t they just here?” Seungmin piped in.

“Were they?” Another voice spoke up.

Everyone’s eyes widened as they realized they hadn’t heard anything from you in a while. They scrambled to text and call you, the only one having any signal was changbin. If it wasn’t such a serious thing he’d rub it in how his android was the only one to work. However when his calls didn’t go through he was even more panicked.

Seungmin found a place that gave him signal having the smart idea he checked Snapchat. Your location was on and he felt a sense of relief. “She’s at the book store we were at” he said. They all started walking back. “Dude how could you not notice your partner wasn’t here?” Seungmin said.

“None of you noticed don’t blame it souly on me” he spit back. In all honesty he didn’t notice but he did think to himself how quiet you were being.

When they finally found you, you were sitting by the building. You were staring out into the waters trying to keep yourself calm. Jeongin grabbed your arm making you jump. You smiled widely going to hug him before he back up a bit not letting you. “You were supposed to stay with us y/n!” He scolded. “We had to come the whole way back and we wasted almost our whole day because of you! Not to mention the boys were on my ass cause we lost you” He said before taking a deep breath. “I knew we shouldn’t have brought you” he said before taking your hand pulling you with him to the boys.

You felt your heart sink you ruined everything. The others were more happy to see you but all you could muster up was a small ‘I’m sorry.’ Jeongin didn’t talk to you much for the rest of the night.

Everyone decided to go to a restaurant close to the hotel, they wanted to eat and then go to the pool after. As you neared the hotel you looked over at jeongin before he walked in. You took his hand making him scowl at you “what” he said.

“I- I’m not really hungry.. I’m gonna go up to the room” you said.

“Whatever” he said with a huff before walking inside.

You held it together as the elevator beeped. Getting closer to your floor, to your room you felt the tears pricking. Opening the door to your room it all flooded out. You laid your back against the door sobbing at the whole day. ‘Why’d you even come? You should have just stayed home. You ruined everything.’ Those thoughts kept spiraling around in your head. You made your way to the bedroom laying yourself on the other bed that was there. You didn’t wanna bother jeongin when he came back so you laid on the farthest side of the other bed and curled up in a ball.

As the boys ate and drank they talked about going swimming again. Leaving the restaurant to get dressed, he grabbed his shorts from the suitcase. He didn’t take notice of you lying on the other side. He came in as quickly as he left. Hours went by before he came up to bed. When he came back into the bedroom he saw you sleeping. He felt a bit of sadness however when he went to talk to you it came out annoyed.

“Are you seriously not gonna sleep with me?” He said his words coming out harsher than attended.

You wake up slightly, tear stained face not even looking at him as you got up to lay in the other bed. Silence. It was dead silent. He went to say something else before catching a glimpse of your face. His heart sunk. Make up smeared from your crying all night, face swollen and puffy. You buried your face into the pillow, keeping your body fully on the edge.

“Y/n” he said softly.

“I’m sorry for today.” You let out lip quivering a small bit.

“It’s ok” he said trying to keep his voice low.

“No it’s not.. I ruined the whole day..” you choked. You felt ready to cry once more.

“You didn’t-“ he said before you cut him off.

“I did. From the beginning I did. And I’m sorry. You guys go tomorrow without me ok? I just.. I just wanna stay in bed” you said softly.

Jeongin crawled in bed beside you his hands hesitantly moving to lay on your waist. “You can’t just stay in bed” he said.

“It’s fine” you said in a whisper.

Silence fell into the room once more before jeongin slowly differed off to sleep. He woke up to the bed moving you heading to the bathroom. When you didn’t come back right away he stirred away. “B-babe you alright?” He said his voice half awake.

You wiped the tears from your face before unlocking the door. You sniffled bit before nodding at him “yeah” before walking past him to go lay back down. He let out a small sigh feeling bad before crawling back beside you. You hadn’t turned to face him at all that night nor did you cuddle him.

When he finally got up he noticed you weren’t there. He made his way to the living room finding you on the couch watching tv. Before he could speak you spoke “the boys called you’re going to the gardens, so be ready in 30 mins” you said softly not even looking at him.

“Wait are you not coming?” He asked.

You shook your head “I told you last night I wasn’t” you said.

“But y/n this was the thing you were most excited to do you can’t miss it”

You shrugged not saying anything back. He felt his heart sink through his chest out into the floor.

“Y/n please I’m sorry for what I said.. I.. you have to go.. please?” He pleaded.

You looked at him meeting his eyes now which were turning watery. “I don’t wanna be a bother.. it’s alright you go. You have fun ok?” You said as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Fuck. You were keeping them back so good. Seeing the tear jeongin almost ran to you he wrapped his arms around you.

“If you don’t wanna go- I’m not going..” he said feeling like he was about to cry.

“Jeong-“ you started before you hear him cry.

“No. No. I’m not. I’m not going. I wanna be with you. I want you to go. I want things to be right. I’m sorry for being an asshole. Please just come. Please y/n” he cried out clinging onto you as he sobbed.

You couldn’t help but cry with him holding onto him just as tightly “I’m sorry I ruined everything”

“You didn’t ruin anything, it’s lot like you meant to. I’m sorry for what I said I didn’t mean it I was just worried you were hurt and I- I said the wrong words and I’m- fuck I’m so sorry” he cried harder.

You’ve never seen him like this. Yeah he’s cried in-front of you but not like this. “Y/n I love you.” He said softly through sobs.

“I love you to innie” you said stroking his back.

“Please come with? I’ll do anything” he said. Pulling away to look at you.

“Anything?” You said with a little smile.

He nodded quickly “whatever you want”

“Will you hold my hand and take pictures with me while we go?” You said.

He couldn’t help but smile “of course”

“Ok we best go get dressed then” you’d matching his smile.

When you both stood up jeongin wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly. “I’m really sorry for my harsh words. I love you. And I’m really happy you’re here.” He said before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Make it up to me later yeah?” You said with a playful wink making him chuckle.

“Promise” he said.

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Secret Messages from a Lover

summary: While you're streaming, your boyfriend sends you a message.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns are used.)

word count: 670

warnings: none.

a/n: i really just needed to write something so self-indulgent because god i want this so bad. i figured others want it too. i've been so depressed lately that I just need a little fantasy, you know? my requests are open, and you can find my request rules here.

“God, that video is so fucking funny,” you say, pulling your blanket around your shoulders tighter with one hand while the other brings your patterned tumbler with the sparkly straw up to your mouth, so you can drink your water. Your knees pull further up to your chest, which is easily done in your very spacious gaming chair. “OTV never fucking misses.”

You press a button on your stream deck, switching from the video you were just watching to your face, with chat scrolling in the top left-hand corner. You take another sip from your tumbler and pick out one of the comments passing by, scrolling to stop it from moving as you read it aloud.

“Were you on the newest Fear& episode? I was. QT, Hasan, Will, and I just kinda chatted for a bit. That was a good fucking episode, though,” you say with a grin. “Love those guys. QT especially, she’s fucking hilarious. She makes me laugh so fucking hard whenever I talk to her, even if we disagree on Taylor Swift.”

You keep scrolling back down, so you can keep seeing the comments when another one jumps out at you. “Are you gonna keep streaming? Yeah, chatter, I actually just started before that OTV video. I think Toast is gonna invite me to some Pico Park today? If not, I’ll just play some Valorant or something to pass the time. I gotta git good if I wanna beat, well, anyone,” you admit with a laugh, hiding your shame by taking another drink of water.

You see your phone light up in front of you. It’s a Discord notification, which you quickly check on your second monitor, assuming it’s Toast inviting you to the Discord call.

It’s not. It’s your boyfriend, Corpse.

“You look so cute today babe. You look so cosy wrapped up in your blanket and your smile is so bright. I'll never get tired of seeing it. I love you and have a good stream 🖤”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that, and you take a sip of your water to try and hide your reaction. You haven’t told anyone you're dating Corpse yet, and you have no plans on it any time soon, but he makes you so happy you find it hard not to blurt it out whenever you can.

You send back a bunch of yellow hearts and an “I love you too!!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛”, biting your lip as you type on your very satisfying, clack-y keyboard.

That’s when you get the notification from Toast to join the shared call.

“Ah! Toast’s calling!” you exclaim for the benefit of your audience.

You quickly join the call, the connection sound filling you comfortable, over the ear headphones.

“Hey! What’s up!” you say into the call, getting a couple of “Hey!”’s and “Hello!”’s back.

Then you hear a familiar voice say, “What’s up.”

“Corpse!” You’re grinning at this point as you continue, “I didn't know you were gonna be playing!”

“Uh, yeah. Toast invited me last minute. Surprise?” he says like it’s a bad thing.

“We haven’t played anything together in a while and I saw him online and thought, ‘Fuck it,’ yaknow?” Toast asks and you chuckle.

“Well, it’s good to talk to you again, Corpse,” you say, setting your tumbler down on your desk. He got you that tumbler for your birthday not long ago, and it’s your favourite thing you own. He also got you the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders for your six-month anniversary, and it’s the warmest blanket in your house. You always wear it when you stream because the A/C is always blasting.

“It’s good to talk to you too,” you say, shivering as your heart hammers at his words.

You begin loading up Pico Park, just listening to everyone talk to each other, when you get another notification on Discord.

“I love you 🖤” it says.

“I love you too 💛” you reply, smiling into the camera for just a moment, just for him.

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papa, me want more yandere jjk zombie apocalypse!!!

no pressure tho lol love your writing

Me when someone calls me Papa:

But seriously thank you Hope you enjoy! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Zombie Apocalypse: Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen (3)

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When you awaken it’s Nobara and Megumi who retrieve you for another tour

This time taking the time to let you partake in the activities with some of the residents

But it’s all to pass the time before Suguru comes to retrieve you

“Hey (Y/n) we have a few more tests to run and after that, I’ll let you go have fun with Satoru.”

Despite your reluctance to deal with the boisterous man you follow Suguru back to the lab where you first met him in

Chatting about anything you could 

“So I finally wanted to inform you about why you can’t go to the other neighborhood and why you have that wristband.”

“Finally! Even if I can’t be with them I want to see them still–”

“...(Y/n)...I’m so sorry.”

Setting you on the patient table Suguru informs you that your blood is the key to immunity against the zombie disease

Using some advanced technology to find you and put the wristband on you to label you among your group of friends

But that wasn’t all 

Holding you close he confides in you that in separate interviews your friend group had proven to be willing to go to extremes to get their hands on the cure

Said extremes were violent and alarming

all suggesting they’d abduct you and make you a living blood bag for them

It was actually not that far-fetched to you

You knew your friends were loosening their morals

You had to 

Especially after the betrayal from one of your members

It was likely that they may have come off that way

But you wonder if that would’ve applied to you as well

You really had no way of knowing

“(Y/n) I understand that this is difficult to take in…just know that me and Satoru are here for you. We’re going to protect you, no matter what.”

He was holding your chin as he looked into your eyes with promise

Letting him hold you in a hug

Suguru has a hard time holding in a smile that twitches widely on his face

After this Suguru takes the day off joining you to experience the different activities 

Satoru joined you both shortly thereafter

“Yay! My two favorite people are baking so adorably! It’d be a shame if someone came and tickled one of them relentlessly.”

“Sorry (Y/n).”

“Wait what—Ahhhh! Hahahaha!”

They’re pretty persistent when it comes to chasing away the thoughts of your friends possibly being as dangerous to you as they were to the zombies you’d been running from 

Enough for you to miss them when you once again say goodbye to Nobara and Megumi after they lead you to your room 

But before you can completely settle on your bed to sullenly stare at the ceiling the door to your room clicks open

“Heyyo you ready for me to show you what movies we’ve got? Of course, you are! C’mon, sweetcheeks!”

“Hope we didn’t wake you but we figured we’d hate to leave you alone.”

“Uh, thanks, you guys.”

“It’s no problem, the mind on its own is a scary place.”

“Yeah…”

“That’s why we’ll never let you go there! Now are you ready for the ultimate movie night? You’re not going to get a wink of sleep!”

That being said by the time the sun rose you were already resting on the couple your head in Satoru’s lap while Suguru held the rest of your body up

Completely oblivious to the second time the lock to your door opened up 

“You two look cozy!”

“Do not yell someone is clearly asleep.”

“So? I have the key to this door so it’s practically mine too.”

“The urge to decimate you always returns with a vengeance.”

“Ouch so cruel~!”

Suguru groaned and rolled his eyes at the both of them checking if you stirred at all

 while Satoru smiled at the blonde one of the duo only to receive an annoyed push of his glasses

“Nanamin you came back earlier than I expected.”

“Yes, my…partner took a very impulsive approach this time around.”

Suguru figured he’d chime in too, “Mahito did you bring any of them back alive?”

Mahito made a face putting a peace sign up as he posed mocking the anime signage now left as relics of the world before

“What do you think?”

“I don’t necessarily care, it’d just make things easier for them.”

“It is unbecoming of you to lie Doctor Geto.”

“Yeah, I could tell you were just itching to get your hands on those pigs!”

Suguru chuckled reaching to brush his hand against your cheek

“Maybe I was hoping to…enjoy a roast. It’s unfair if you’re the only one to enjoy the results of our labor.”

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golden retriever and black cat dynamic for sirius black x reader please maybe with him flirting with her and she usually never responds or reacts but one time she flirts back and he's just flustered but she walks away giving him a kiss on the lips maybe

thank you for requesting!🖤

part two

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If there was one thing about Sirius Black, it was that he was utterly and undoubtedly insatiable when it came to you.

You were opposites as far as opposites could go. He was always bouncing around and happy to chat anyone’s ear off, you were happy to bask in the silence. He was a people person, you preferred spending time alone. The whole school knew Sirius Black like they were his best friends, you had a small inner circle you stuck to. He was the ever-loved Gryffindor bad boy with a reputation known by many, you were just the scary Slytherin most people avoided on a daily basis. 

You were an unlikely match in anyone’s eyes and, yet, somehow you had captured the heart of one of the most beloved bachelors in Hogwarts in a way nobody could ever comprehend.

“Did I tell you that you look absolutely gorgeous in those colours today?” 

“They are my house colours, Black,” you deadpanned, not even looking away from your bubbling cauldron.

“You’re right, I didn’t even notice,” he replied and before you could even stop him, he was leaning closer to you until his breath was tickling your cheek. “You’d look a lot better in red and gold though, love.” 

“Over my dead body,” you grumbled and swatted him away as you concentrated on the potion you had been brewing throughout the class.

“Don’t break my heart like that, love,” Sirius responded with a cheeky smile.

To anyone else, the lacklustre responses and short replies would have been more than enough to drop any semblance of a conversation with you. But not with Sirius, never with Sirius. They were like a challenge for him and a lot of the time he enjoyed your witty responses. He liked to think he was wearing you down, starting to at least reach friendship level boundaries with you even if everyone else said he was an idiot for trying. 

But it became like a nice routine for the boy, something he would complete every day and know he got to see you each day as well. It was a comfort he enjoyed. 

“Good morning, darling,” he greeted you as he approached you as you made your way towards the gardens. It had been a Saturday morning tradition of yours, one that Sirius picked up on and always managed to intercept with a charmed thermo of hot coffee ready for you. 

“Morning, Black,” you grumbled in response as you reached for the thermo without any arguments needed from his side. 

Sirius blinked, as if processing your lack of resistance, before he quickly spun on his heel and continued to walk down the path with you. 

“So, uh,” he cleared his throat, his brows furrowed together as he tried to string together a coherent sentence. “I…uh—”

You suddenly stopped and turned to face him. “Are you sick?” 

Sirius frowned. “No.”

“Then why are you acting weird?” you asked him, your eyes narrowing slightly. 

“You just—” but he cut himself off, just shaking head. “Nothing, love, I am completely fine.” 

“Fine enough to go to the Three Broomsticks tonight?” you asked him. 

Sirius only smirked. “As I do every weekend, darling. Didn’t realise you were keeping tabs on me.”

“Good,” you said with a nod of your head. “I’ll see you there at eight. It’s a date.” 

Sirius’ jaw dropped as you walked away, his eyes barely blinking as he let out some pathetic noise that seemed to catch your attention as you turned back to look at him. 

“You better not kiss with your mouth open like that, Black, otherwise this might be our only date,” you called out to him before you continued your walk towards the garden, leaving a slightly confused Sirius standing there with his cheeks burning a shade of red they had never seen before.

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[thisisntablogspost]

Say You’re Mine - Miniseries

READ PART ONE HERE

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warning: MDNI! This miniseries contains triggers that may cause a negative effect to the consumer. This includes cheating, forced proximity, toxic dom/sub dynamics, unhealthy relationships, alcohol, coercion, manipulation, unprotected piv (don’t do this). The reader is consenting and allows these things to happen to them.

Authors note: Thank you so much for the positive feedback! I hope you enjoy part two as much as I did writing it! If this isn’t something you don’t want to read please avoid and I’ll catch you on the next one! If I missed any other triggers please dm me so I can add them. I want you all to be safe when reading my fanfics. Your mental health matters. 🖤

Part Two.

It’s only been a week since you last saw Noah. You’ve been on edge ever since your last “endeavor” with him. Ryan hasn’t noticed anything different, of course he hasn’t. You feel bad that you allowed Noah to manipulate you so easily. It’s what he does best.

A group chat message is sent out about a get together today around noon. Your stomach drops when you see that Ryan replied that you two would be attending.

“I don’t want to go, Ryan” you say immediately when he walks out of the bathroom. He looks at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Why? You had fun last week at the Halloween party, right? I was bummed I couldn’t go” he sighed, sitting down on the couch as you stood in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of you.

You look up to meet his gaze, you offer a smile.

“I did…but it wasn’t the same without you.” You grab the spatula mixing the eggs together, making sure they cook through completely. The buzzer on the toaster goes off signaling the toast is done. He watches you gather everything together for you both, he comes to the table and helps you set up the table.

“Come on, y/n. It’ll be fun. Besides, your plus one will be with you. Please, baby” he gives you that damn pouty lip and puppy dog eyes. You laugh. You step up on your toes to give him a kiss. His green eyes staring into yours with so much love. It made you queasy that you messed around with Noah. The guilt is eating you up inside, yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth of what happened.

“You’re annoying, haha, okay fine. We can go.” He fist bumps the air, you laugh again as you bring over the rest of the dishes for breakfast. He lets you set down everything and wraps his arms around you, bringing you into a passionate kiss.

—

You and Ryan arrived at the house. Ryan shuts off the car, taking out the keys, and gets out making his way to your side to open the door. You thank him, your heart is pounding, your palms are sweaty. You truly don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be put in the same situation again. You don’t want that temptation to be presented to you. Ryan walks in front of you to knock on the door, jolly answers with a hello and smile. Jolly steps aside to let you and Ryan in. Your eyes darted around the room to look for Noah. You’re taken away from your thoughts. You smile, hugging jolly and the rest of the guys. Ryan went off with the guys and you are alone. You walk over to the kitchen, spotting the cooler, and opening it to get out a cold bottle of water. You twist the lid, drinking a large gulp. You look over to see Noah looking at you. You freeze in place, like a deer caught in headlights.

Noah smirks, pocketing his phone. He crosses his arms and sinks into the couch. He’s watching you like a predator watching his prey. You could tell by his widening smile that he loved the effect he had on you. He loved how nervous you would get in his presence. He had you right where he wanted. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes trailed along every inch of you. You are exactly how he wanted you tonight. Uneasy and on edge. He is loving every second of it. You find the courage to follow Ryan, and the guys. You didn’t want to give Noah an opportunity to mess with you, because by the looks of it. He is enjoying this twisted game.

As the night went on, you kept close to Ryan. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His gentle caresses up and down your arm. He places a kiss on your cheek. In the midst of the chatting, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Ryan lets go of you and goes back to the conversation. You look over to see Noah isn’t anywhere in sight. You breathe a sigh of relief as you walk down the hallway to the bathroom.

You close the bathroom door behind you. You turn to the mirror. You look a mess. You run your fingers through your hair to fix what you could. Why did he have such an effect on you like this? You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling. He must’ve left. You haven’t noticed him for a while. You hear footsteps, your eyes moving towards the door. You realize you didn’t lock it. You rush to the door. Noah pushes the door open, quickly pinning you to the wall as he shuts the door locking it. You yelp, everything is happening so quickly. You look up and whimper. His hand instantly finds your jaw, holding you still as his hand tilts your head to look up at him, his face close to yours.

"Look at you…all fidgety, nervous…and I’ve barely done anything"

“Noah…you need to leave” His hand cups your jaw, his hold is firm. His voice is low as his thumb softly rubs your chin.

"You know I’m not going anywhere, right?"

“My boyfriend is here.” You move away from him. You turn your body around to face the counter, and bathroom mirror.

"I know you can't help how you get all worked up for me.” He gets close and presses his chest against your back. You look up at his reflection in the mirror. It’s all too much. This close proximity of him. You try to turn, he holds you in place. He bends forward resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Please..” You don’t know what you’re begging for.

"Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I’m going to leave this bathroom, and you are not going to follow me.” You glare at him in the mirror. That smug look is a permanent expression on his face as he listens to you.

"You know you don't mean that. You know you need me to touch you again. I own this body, and you know it.” He purrs, his hand trails along your side. Once again, you are at his mercy. You grip the counter. His hands trailing down your back. He pulls your hips against him.

"There it is. Poor thing, look at you. You’re already reacting to me, and I’ve barely done anything.” He says, rubbing his hand along your lower back. You look at his expression. His eyes are trailing over your body as you’re pressed up against him. You whine at his touch, his arousal right up against you. He smirks, biting his lip, meeting your gaze in the mirror. His hand slowly dancing along your waist, and over your hip bone.

"You know what’s funny? You keep acting like you don’t want this, like you don’t want me. Here you are, pinned against the counter, my hands roaming over your body. You haven’t told me to stop. I think you’re lying to yourself.” He snickers, his fingertips caressing your inner thigh.

"I know you need me. You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

“Noah…I…I” You look away from his gaze. He’s quick to turn your head to look up at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" His voice is low and husky. His eyes search yours, waiting for your response. You nod your head yes.

"You want me to stop touching you? You want me not to take control, is that right?" A wicked grin spreads across his face. He pulls away slightly, only to settle next to your ear. You return your gaze to the mirror. You lock eyes with him. Did you want him to stop? His smirk grows, knowing he's got you right where he wants you.

“I…” You hear the knock on the door. Noah smirks, the asshole.

“Yes? Occupied.”

“Y/n? You okay in there?” Your eyes widened. Fuck. It’s Ryan. You struggle to find the right words. Noah’s eyes wandering over your body, the door knob is jiggling.

“I…my stomach hurts…I think it was the food we ate earlier” you say calmly, if he only knew your heart was racing. Noah chuckles darkly in your ear.

“You want me to take you home? Or you want to lay down?” Your heart aches hearing his concerned voice. He truly cares about you. You sigh, looking up at Noah’s reflection in the mirror. You should be telling Noah to fuck off, but you can’t. His hand rubbed your inner thigh softly, seeing how this was such a perfect opportunity. He could do whatever he wanted. Even when your boyfriend is at the door. You are his, and he knew you are weak beneath him. You couldn’t deny him. You grip the counter tighter, trying to not moan or make a sound as he ran a hand over your pussy.

“N-no…I’ll..I’ll lay down after I’m done in here” You try smacking Noah’s hand away, he grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back.

“Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything.” You hear him walk away.

“So what are you going to do, huh? Get me all riled up again then stop? That’s your plan, right?” His grip on your wrists loosen, letting your hands free. They go back to the counter to steady yourself. His fingers slowly dance along your inner thighs, trailing over your clit. You whine, you look up at him. You feel your arousal soaking your underwear.

"Your boyfriend is outside right now, you know? I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be with him, yet you're right here in your ex's arms. You’re whimpering and wanting me instead.”

“Fuck off, Noah” He chuckles, his hands trailing up your spine. He pushes you down firmly against the counter. You cry out, his hand covers your mouth. He leans over you, his breath fanning over your neck.

"Look at you being so defiant when I know how badly you want me. You can't help that your body yearns for me, even just the sound of my voice makes you weak. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” You struggle underneath him, but it’s no use. He keeps you in place. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me? It rings loudly in your head. You shiver, the state of submission coming over you.

“Nnn..yes”

"Then say it. Admit you want me, beg me the way you used to…" His voice is low against your ear.

“I..I want you…”

"Good girl. Now admit you need me, tell me how bad you missed me, and my touch”

“I crave it. It’s all I can think about. It..it scares me how bad I want you” Your pleading expression meets his gaze. His fingers gently scratch your inner thighs as he purrs in your ear.

"That's a good girl. You’re so honest, so weak for me. Look at you trembling underneath my touch, my words. You missed this, didn't you? You missed belonging to me. Oh, but you’re forgetting something, sweet girl” He expression darkens. You know what he’s talking about. You calling him his title, the one he burned into your memory, and my god if you forget it.

“Y-yes, sir..”

His growl sends chills down your spine. You look up at him, he is quick to turn your face back to the mirror.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Please…”

"I need words, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl and tell me what you want?” He chuckles darkly as his fingertips brush over your pussy again, barely touching you. He bends close to your ear to whisper.

“I need you. Please…please…touch me” He smacks your ass hard. Your breath hitches. You jolt forward at the sudden impact from his hand. Noah chuckles darkly. He smacks your ass again. He soothes the sting causing you to squirm as he kneads your red bottom.

"Be a good girl for me, and ask me properly..."

“Please, touch me, sir”

"Good girl, where do you want me to touch you?” He smirks, loving how you beg. His roughness is all telling how badly he needed you.

“Please, touch my pussy, sir. Please.” You moan, feeling his fingers trail all the way, slowly, barely touching you. He was enjoying this, loving how a single touch from him can make you lose control.

"Right here?” You whine, a feather like touch. One to make your body tingle.

“Y-yes, sir” Your breath hitches, your head dropping low.

“Do you need me as badly as I need you?” His breath hot against your neck. He nips at the sensitive skin as he moves your underwear to the side.

“Mmm..yes, sir”

"You're being so good, behaving, begging for it. Only I can make you weak like this, right?" He chuckles darkly, and purrs in your ear.

Yes, sir. Only you make me feel like this.” He pulls his hand away. You whine as he grips your throat making you look at him in the mirror.

“You don’t act like it” He teases. He’s toying with you, breaking you down slowly to succumb to his madness. You can only whimper in response, which makes him laugh.

"Look at how you react to my voice. You’re a pathetic, whimpering mess for me.”

“Y-yes, sir”

"Good girl” He whispers. His hand moves to the middle of your back, holding you in place. He knows how badly you need him. He taps your cunt lightly, it makes your toes curl.

“F-Fuck..” The sensation alone makes your head spin. You need more.

"I won't give you what you want till you beg properly, you know that…"

“I..mmmph..” you huff. You do know that. He pulls his fingers away, you whine in protest. You look at him in the mirror.

" Ah, Ah, Ah. Use your words, and I just might continue. How badly do you need me right now?”

“Please, sir. I need you so bad. Please touch me…I’ll be good, and tell you what I want”

"Go on, be a good girl or you don't get what you want” He grins, watching you slowly turn to shambles.

“Fuck me, go down on me, finger me…please do something, sir.” You hate how desperate you sound for him. You can’t help it, he brings out this side of you.

“Good girl”

"Say it one more time for me. Tell me how badly you need me to take control. How you need me to make you feel good.”

“Please…I need you…please touch me, please take control.” You push back into him, your body is on fire. You need some kind of friction to take the ache away. He tuts at you, holding your hips in place, against him.

*He brings his hand down over your pelvis, barely touching, his fingers brushing against you.

"Tell me you belong to me…" A hushed whisper against your neck.

“I belong to you, sir. Only you.” He’s repeating the same thing he did before. No, not this game. Another part of the game is to make you fall apart, and submit to him completely, continuously tearing down your walls. He leans close and presses his chest against your back.

"Good girl, only I can make you this needy. Only I can make you mine. You missed this, didn't you?" He’s so manipulative. So persuasive with his words.

“Even when I’m with him. I think of you.” He grins. His fingers continue to tease.

"Say who owns you, pretty girl”

“You, sir”

“Only me?” He nips your shoulder. You nod your head yes.

“Say you need me. All of me” You feel his hand gliding up your back, into your hair, grabbing a handful, and tugging her hair back to look at him.

“I need all of you, sir” You wince. He smiles darkly at you in the mirror.

"I'm so close to giving you that. Can you promise you'll behave? Can you be good for me?"

“I’ll be a good girl for you, sir”

"Good…"

He rubs your thighs.

"Then beg…" He growls into your ear. Your eyes widened, you just begged him. You practically gave your vulnerable self to him. This is what he does. You have to remember that. He will keep going until there’s not a thought left in your mind, only him and his words.

“P-Please, sir. Touch me..”

"Say it…like you're desperate…" he laughs, barely touching you. It’s slowly driving you insane. He grips your hips, then wraps his hand around your throat*

“It’s all I can think about, please, sir. Please” His hand tightens around your neck, his lips brushing against your cheek.

"Good girl, tell me how bad you miss me..."

“I…I miss you so much”

"Show me how bad you need this…"

“I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, please, please!” You cringe internally, you sound so…weak. He’s right, you are so weak for him.

"Is that all you can come up with?" He grins. He nips your neck. You can hear him almost snicker at your desperation. His voice gravelly, husky as he whispers in your ear.

"Tell me how badly you need me to make you mine…"

“Noah, please. I’ve been on edge for the past week, because of you working me up, and denying me. Please, I don’t want to be toyed with anymore..”

He bites your earlobe. His voice is low and dangerous.

"And what if I continue to deny you?"

“I think I’ll go insane” He chuckles darkly, loving that you’re so needy for him, just aching for him.

"You'll do as I say, won't you? You wouldn't disobey me…"

“No, sir. I wouldn’t, please.”

"Say you belong to me.." He traces his fingers along your inner thighs.

“I belong to you, sir”

"Say it again for me.” He whispers low and dark, loving how hard it is for you to control yourself.

“I..I belong to you, sir.”

He smirks. He caresses along her body and inner thighs. It's so hard for you to not just grab his hand, and make him give you what you need.

"Say you're mine…" Your gaze returns to the mirror, his eyes locked on yours. Your knuckles are turning white from how tightly you’re gripping the counter. His warm hands running along your body, your pussy, your inner thighs.

“I’m yours..” a breathless response comes from you.

"You're mine to take control over, and you know how good I'm going to make you feel. How weak you're going to be for me..."

“Please…please touch me, sir. I can’t take it anymore” These mind games of his are starting to take their toll on you.

"You're so desperate…so needy for me…" He purrs in your ear as his fingers circle around your covered pussy. You buck into his hand.

"Say you need me so badly that you can't take any more teasing, and denial…" He nuzzles against your neck, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. He dips his head placing a kiss on your collarbone. Your breath hitches, your eyes return to his in the mirror. Your lips part to protest, but it’s nothing more than a whine of need and desire. You let your head fall back against his chest. He holds you tightly against him. A somewhat peaceful moment between such a chaotic scene.

“I don’t want to admit how much I miss you. You’re so bad for me. I can’t help myself around you.” You feel him smirks against your skin. You feel your body melt underneath him. Your hands releasing the counter, your body weak.

"I'm so bad for you, and yet you can't resist me. How unfortunate.” He says against her neck as his hands dance over your pussy. He’s still not giving you what you want. His hands move along your thighs, he brings one up to your stomach, it trails up between the valley of your breasts, up to your neck. He ever so delicately places his hand around your throat. You look up at him, he’s already looking down at you. His hand tightens around your throat.

"Do you want me to take control over you, to own your body, and make you mine?”

“Please”

“Please what, use your words. You’re so quick to forget.” His hand tightening around your throat. His voice low and dark in your ear.

“Ahhh…y-yes, sir.” You reach up to hold his arm. His grip tightens making your head spin, and your body betray you.

"You can't help but give in to me, can you? You want to be mine, to belong to me, to submit, and give in, don't you?" He nibbles along your neck. His grip tightening around your neck, watching your body shudder.

“Yes, sir”

"I know how badly you want it. You're being such a good girl, look how weak you are, look how needy you are. You're trembling in my arms…" He says in a condescending tone in your ear.

"But you're not begging for it, are you? You need to beg me for it, be my good girl.”

“Yes…yes I’ll be good please, sir” He touches your pussy once more, you arch against him. Your body is on edge, the slightest touch from him is causing your brain to short circuit. He tugs down your leggings, tossing them somewhere. His hands roam over your ass. You look back at him, he suddenly stops. He smirks at you, waiting to see if you would beg. He knew you needed it badly, so bad you’d beg for him.

“Take them off, please, sir.”

“There we go. Look at you, being a good girl.” He slowly pulls your underwear down, finally giving you what she want. The cool air makes you shiver, yet, your body is scorching hot. He kicks your feet apart. Your body lowers onto the marble counter.

"Mm…you look so good like this. So vulnerable, and all mine.” He groans, needing you so badly. You see him drop to his knees behind you.

"I know what you need, what you crave. There’s a dark little side of you that’s enjoying this.” He runs his tongue up the back of your thigh. You moan, the feeling of his tongue and hands is otherworldly. You could feel him smirking against you. He knew how bad you needed this. He begins to lick and suck at the flesh around your pussy, but never going where you need him most. His fingers tease around your entrance, through your folds, around the entirety of your pussy.

“So wet. All for me?” You pant, whimpering as his finger is inserted into your core. He slowly moves his finger in and out of you. He places kisses along your inner thighs, working back up to your clit.

“My god, Noah…fuck…please” He stops which causes you to whine and push your hips back. You see him move back slightly.

"Please what…"

“You want me to stop? Hmm? Your soaking cunt is telling me otherwise, you greedy little girl”

“I need more, sir. Please”

"Beg one more time for me”

“Mmph…please, sir.” His hands run up your thighs lightly, the feather like touches tickling you.

"You're such a good girl begging for me.” You enjoyed his praises. He leans in closer to your core, his hot breath fanning over you. It sends shiver throughout your body. He places a kiss on your clit, running his tongue up through your folds. Your breath hitches when he does that, he does it again. He starts sucking your clit into his mouth. You groan, pushing into him. You feel your body shaking.

“You taste so fucking good.” He swirls his tongue around your clit, then over your entrance. You are crumbling fast. You craved this, loved it when he ate you out. He moves his hands to your waist to keep you steady as he worships you. You feel the band in your belly winding up tight, your breath hitches as you feel your release building.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” You grind against his face, he smirks against you. You know he’s loving how you give into him so easily.

"You're mine, only mine…" He said it in between kisses and licks. You feel your knees buckling. He adds a finger, then another. You arch your back, it feels so good. He huffs, you’re so worked up and wet. There’s no resistance as his fingers sink deep in you. He starts with that agonizing slow pace again. He turns and curves his digits coaxing you, working you as the need for your release grows stronger and stronger.

“Atta girl, so good for me. I need you to beg me to make you mine.”

“Please, make me yours, sir. Please.”

"Good girl, say you belong to me.” His fingers curl up, he knew you so well. He knows exactly what you needed.

“Ohhh fuck…right there…I belong to you, sir!” Your whimpers get louder, he keeps his pace. Simultaneously fingering and swirling tight circle around your clit. You’re so close.

"Say it again…"

“I..I belong to you, sir” You whimper, you are right there on the edge. You wouldn’t dare cum without his permission.

"Again…" He smiles, whispering against you as he nuzzles his nose against your clit.

“I belong to you, sir.” He moved his fingers with such precision, coaxing you to go over the edge. It was so bad and so good at the same time. Your mind wanders back to Ryan. Poor Ryan. He didn’t deserve this…or you. He smacks your ass, a warning. He’s always watching your every move. He must’ve noticed the change in your body language. He stops and stands up, his arms caging you in, his hands next to yours on the counter.

“Don’t think about him, turn it off. You’re only thinking of me. Do you understand? I will leave you with fucking nothing. Only the mess I made of you to clean up. Got it?” You cry out as he smacks your ass much harder this time.

“I said, do you understand me, y/n? Answer me.” He is leaning over you, grabbing a handful of hair, yanking it tightly as his lips brush against your ear.

“Y-yes, sir. I understand.” His eyes watch yours in the mirror. He looks over you in your current state. A disheveled mess just for him. He growls, his nostrils flare. He shoves your head forwards, sinking back down behind you. He goes right back to fingering you, like nothing happened. Your mind is fuzzy, you try to focus on the sensations he’s bringing you. He hits the spots within you and your eyes rolls back. His tongue finds your clit again, sucking harder this time. You squeal, he growls, doing it again. You are panting, hating that he’s coaxing you to your release again within seconds.

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To? Hmm? Whose pussy is this?” He picks up his pace, hitting that spot over and over again.

“Yours. It’s all yours, sir. I belong to you.” You whine and moan. Your knees are buckling. It’s right there.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He pulls away from your clit to bite your thighs, you whine. He soothes the sting running his tongue along his bite marks. He returns to your clit, swirling those tantalizing tight circles, sucking your bud into his mouth.

“I’m..gonna…cum.” He doesn’t say anything, he keeps going. It’s all too much, the band in your belly is about to snap.

“Please, sir. May I cum, please?” Noah could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. You are so close, why isn’t he answering. You look at him, you can see his hooded eyes as he comes up from eating you. He makes eyes contact with you.

"No…" He smiles at that, and stops. Your knees buckle, you drop to the floor. You couldn’t believe he’d deny you again. You look up at him, tears in your eyes.

“Why? I…I…” You watch him towering above you, his mouth wrapped around his fingers, tasting you. He licks them clean, wiping them on a towel. He crouches down on his knees and strokes your cheek. His thumb gently wipes away your tears.

"Good things don't come easy, now do they?” You pull away from his touch. You look away as he stands up, chuckling to himself as he makes his way to the door.

"I'll see you around, y/n. I'll let you go back to your boyfriend now. I want you to remember how weak you are to me.” He closes the door behind him, the tears roll down your cheeks. You wipe them, then look up to see the door is unlocked. You quickly get up to lock the door. You didn’t need anyone to see you in your current state. You gather your underwear and leggings, pulling them back up onto your body. You ached, you are pissed off, and frustrated.

After a few minutes to collect yourself, you exit the bathroom. You walk down the hallway, no one is in the house. You hear voices outside. Ryan is helping Folio cook the burgers and hotdogs. You walk outside and Ryan sees you instantly. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You okay?” You nod, the ache in your heart is to strong.

“I’m going to go lay down. Let me know when food is ready.” He kisses you, then lets you go find a room to get away from everyone for a while.

(Don’t hate me. To be continued 🖤)

[samandcolbyownme]

hey girl i asked this before but do you think you could work johnnie fluff into your one shots book?? like maybe where hes on stream like singing and the reader is just there idk

Warnings: some swearing, fluff

“There’s a lot of you here, fuck. Okay.” Johnnie laughs, “I’m going to sing now, if that’s okay with you.”

You smirk as you watch him lean back to grab his guitar.

“Is y/n here?” He smiles and flips his hair out of his face, “Do you want to say hi?”

You take a deep breath and stand up, peaking around to pop into frame, “Hi.” You laugh and go back to sit down, “There. I said hi.”

Johnnie smiles and nods, “There you all go.” He strums his guitar, “An official cover of this song will be out soon.”

He chuckles as he watches the chat go crazy, “Alright, let see if you can guess the song.”

You lean back, tilting your head as you listen to the strumming of his guitar. You focus on how he concentrated he is, and you can’t help but fall in love with him all over again.

“You and me, we used to be together..” Johnnie sings, “Every day together, always.”

You bite your lip, hiding your giddy smile as you listen to him sing in his soft whisper tone, “I really feel that I'm losin' my best friend..I can't believe this could be the end..”

He glances up at you, almost losing track as your smile makes him a bit nervous, “Fuck, sorry.” He clears his throat, strumming his guitar to get back into it.

“Don’t speak, I know just what you’re sayin’.. So please don’t stop explainin’.. Don’t tell me cause it hurts..”

“So yeah, that full cover will be out soon.” Johnnie flips his hair, dragging his hand over it, “Will I be doing any more covers?” He nods, “Probably, I love doing covers.”

“You should ask for song suggestions, J.” You smile and he motions to you, “If you heard her, I’ll do it.” He laughs, “I do have a few in storage that I really want to do, but I’ll get to them.. when I get to them I guess.”

You stare at Johnnie, watching as he talks back and forth with the chat.

You always wonder how you got so lucky with him, that’s a question that’s asked everyday.

“What are my plans for tonight?” Johnnie glances over at you and smiles, “I actually have dinner plans tonight and then after who knows.”

You raise your brows and Johnnie looks over at you, playing stupid, “Oh jeeze, did I forgot to mention that?”

“Yeah, you did.” You laugh, “I take it I need to go get ready?”

Johnnie nods, “Reservation is at six.” He smiles and you stand up, walking over to him. You stand behind him, bending down to wrap your arms around his neck as you read some of the chats.

User1: Y/N UR SO LUCKY

User2: I NEED A LOVE LIKE JOHNNIE AND Y/N

User3: Have a good date night you guys!

User4: Y/N I LOVE YOU SM

“I love you, too!” You smile and give Johnnie a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll go get ready.”

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Short little blurb for you guys! Hope you liked! Thank you for reading! I love you so much and I’ll see you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[urfavbooblover]

I was wondering if you could bless us with something that’s Markus from Detroit? My life has flipped upside down the past few weeks and could use the pick me up 🖤

Hey thank you for your request! I’m so sorry that i published this so late, i’ve been on a break and only saw this now! I hope you’re doing better though and that you’ll still be happy about this imagine, even though it’s quite short :))

Paint shop || Markus x gender neutral reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

(remind me if I missed any)

- Detroit become human masterlist link -

Y/N’s pov:

“Damnit”, i cursed quietly to myself, standing in front of my shelf, my hands holding the tubes of my acrylic paint. They’re all empty, just as i was about to finally get back to finish my halfway done painting. How could i forget about this? I didn’t think twice, instead i immediately got dressed and ready to go buy some new ones.

As soon as i stepped outside, i was hit by the nice weather. I took in a deep breath of some fresh air before glancing down at my watch. I had enough time to take the lounger route, going for a nice walk, i thought to myself and made my way to the paint shop.

I arrived after a few minutes, opening the door to the shop. “Good afternoon!”, i greeted, seeing my favorite worker was here today. “Oh hey, Y/N!”, she replied, a big smile on her face. My eyes moved away from her for a moment, landing on an unfamiliar man. I never saw him around, or else i’m sure he would’ve already caught my eye.

“So, what are you searching for today?”, the cashier asked, snapping me back to reality. “Uh i just need some new paints, they’re empty once again,” i let out a small laugh, reminding myself i was here not even two weeks ago, to get some acrylics already. On top of that do i visit this shop at least twice a week.

“Oh i’m sure you know where to find them.”, she pointed out the fact that i know where everything was. “Of course!”, i smiled back at her, looking at the unknown man once again. He had a package in his hands and i wondered if he was interested in the same hobby as i am.

I made my way past him, making quick eye contact before standing in front of the shelf. Just a few seconds later, i picked out everything i needed, returning to the cashier. “Found everything?”, she kindly asked, expecting no other reply than yes from me.

We had a small chat and i eventually paid, existing the shop afterwards. My attention was fixed on my phone, causing me to bump into someone and dropping all my stuff. How usual.

“Fuck! I’m sorry.”, i said, looking up at the person who of course happened to be the guy i just saw in the shop already. “No it’s okay, i was standing here, blocking your way.”, he apologized, making me shake my head in disagreement. “I understand but i was literally all caught up on my phone. It’s my fault.”, i explained, eventually going down to pick up my stuff.

The man kneeled to the floor, helping me throughout it. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you.”, i softly smiled at him. “Nothing to thank for miss. At least your phone is whole.”, he said, telling me his name right after. “My names Markus by the way.”

“You’re right. I’m Y/N.”, i introduced myself back, the grin never leaving my face. I’m shocked how easy i can hold a conversation with him, i’m not so good with strangers i must say. “Oh, that’s a nice name, Y/N.”

That’s the first time i’ve heard this i thought as i could feel the heat forming in my cheeks. It’s coming from this attractive man on top of that. “Why thank you Markus. I really appreciate it.”, i spoke up, looking into his green eyes, that shined very beautiful in the sunlight.

“You’re welcome miss/sir.”, “It won’t be a problem to ask for your number no? I gotta get going and i’d love to catch up with you sometime again.”, he continued, tilting his head slightly to the side, keeping the eye contact.

My lips parted at this, my eyes falling on his hand that was already holding his phone towards me. “Oh that’s surely no problem! I’ll definitely find some time to meet ya.”, i responded, typing in my number as a new contact.

“Great! I’ll see you around, Y/N.”, i watched his face brightening up, before he turned around to leave. “See ya, Markus!”

I watched him a few more seconds and was just about to get to the path home, throwing a last glance into the paint shop. There she was standing. The cashier almost laughed at me, giving me a look to let me know she just witnessed the whole situation. I just playfully rolled my eyes at my friend, walking back home.

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Later at night, i laid in my bed as i was focused on the laptop in front of me. I heard a buzzing sound next to me and couldn’t help but immediately check from who the text was.

‘Hey Y/N, i don’t know if you’re still awake, but how does next Saturday sound?’

My lips turned up, happy that Markus hasn’t forgotten about me already.

[lunaflowers]

and now you're mine (yandere!kai)

pairing: yandere!kai x reader word count: 3.6k genre: smut, angst, yandere warnings: yandere behavior, extremely dubious consent, noona kink, piv, yn has issues, references to stalking, kind of switch leaning dom kai?, some pussy eating, drugging, obsession, mental manipulation, dirty talk, a bit of mommy kink, kidnapping, some degradation and name calling

synopsis: kai has finally got you right where he wants you a/n: this is a yandere story, meaning it contains many dark elements. please heed the warnings and don't read this fic if this type of content makes you uncomfortable. i do not condone the behavior exhibited in this fic and i don't believe the member featured would either.

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It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to Kai, you definitely were. His extraordinarily handsome face with those full lips and strong jawline combined with his perfect body would’ve made you swoon at any other time but right now you just weren’t in the headspace for it. You’d just been dumped by your long term boyfriend (after you’d caught him cheating) a few weeks ago and your friends had pressured you to go on this date to get you out of the funk you’d been in since then. You had always had terrible luck with men and you were honestly on the verge of giving up on the male sex altogether. “The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” your best friend had said, her best effort to convince you to meet Kai.

“Noona, what’s going on? Do you not feel well?” Kai looked at you concerned from across the table, his forehead kneaded and his lips in a slight pout. You must’ve zoned out while he was talking and you felt horrible as soon as you realised. You didn’t know Kai very well seeing as he was a co-worker of your friend’s but he seemed super sweet and he didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“I’m sorry, Kai,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I’m just not feeling up for this. It’s nothing to do with you, I promise. You’ve been wonderful. I’m just not ready to date again and I shouldn’t have let myself be pressured into this. I’ve wasted both of our time. I should leave.”

You waited for his reaction and to your surprise he didn’t look angry or annoyed like most men would. Instead he gave you a smile and replied, “It’s okay. I understand. How about we have one more drink and then I take you home?”

You were relieved at his words but truthfully, you didn’t want to stay for one more drink. You wanted to go home, get into bed, and maybe watch Netflix before passing out, but you felt like it was the least you could do for him for being so understanding.

As the waitress brought the two of you another rum and coke each, you eyed Kai up and down. You definitely would’ve been all for this if you weren’t so hung up on your ex. You sipped your drink and continued chatting pleasantly with Kai. It wasn’t until about half way through your last drink that you began to feel a little woozy. You rested your head in your hands and closed your eyes, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Noona? What’s wrong?” 

“I’m okay. I just probably shouldn’t have had that last drink. I really need to go now.” You tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness made you sit right back down again.

“It’s okay,” Kai said, his voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll get you home.” 

Kai got up and walked over to you. He gently helped you into a standing position. He had his arm around you and you were leaning almost your entire body weight on to him. He led you out of the bar and down the street.

“Kai,” you said, a bit sluggishly, “I live the other way.”

“I’m taking you to my place. It’s way nearer. Just until you sober up.”

You weren’t really in any type of position to argue so you allowed Kai to guide you to his apartment which was surprisingly close, just a few short minutes away. It was a walk up, above a shabby Thai restaurant and Kai had to carry you up the stairs. As soon as you got into his apartment, he sat you down on the couch. You were feeling worse than ever, not even able to take in the sparse surroundings, dizzy as well as sleepy.

Before you could say a word, Kai handed you a glass of water. You didn’t even know when he’d gotten it. “Drink up. This should help.”

You chugged  half the glass of water down at once, feeling surprisingly thirsty as soon as he handed it to you. And he was right, drinking it did make you feel slightly better. “Thanks Kai. I really owe you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m not usually such a lightweight.” You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and he was wearing an unreadable expression on his face. You raised the glass of water to your lips again but Kai pulled it away from you, spilling some in the process.

“That’s enough,” Kai said, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Actually, noona, I’m kind of mad at you,” he said, to your surprise.

“What? Mad?” 

“Yeah,” he set the half empty glass on the coffee table loudly. “I was really looking forward to tonight and you couldn’t even stop obsessing over that loser ex of yours long enough to give me a real shot.”

“I’m sorry?” You were completely baffled at what was coming out of his mouth. You wondered if you were maybe misunderstanding what he was saying. Why would he be acting like this?

“It was rude, noona. You were rude to me. I think you owe me a proper apology.”

Your head still felt heavy but you felt weirdly alert now. You knew that you were in an unsafe situation and all you wanted to do was get out of here. “I’m sorry, Kai. I should’ve been more respectful of your time. It was rude of me, like you said. I should leave now and not waste even more of your time. I’ll just call a cab and get out of here… Wait, where’s my phone?”

You looked around yourself and couldn’t find it. You couldn’t see your purse either. Had he taken them? Kai knelt down in front of you and grabbed your jaw gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Words mean nothing. You need to show me how sorry you are.” Kai said.

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. “How would I do that?”

“You’re a smart woman. I know you know what I want.” As he said this, his eyes wandered over your body and you felt utterly disgusted at the realisation that hit you.

“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Are you insane?”

“Noona,” Kai said with a sigh, “I’m not going to let you leave here until you give me what I want.”

Your anger got the better of you and you slapped him across the face but he barely flinched. You realised now that he must’ve put something in that last drink of yours so that you would end up here with him, unable to fight back. The lethargy from whatever he’d drugged you with had made it so you couldn’t even defend yourself.

The slap seemed to have amused him and annoyed him simultaneously. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down on the couch, getting on top of you. “You know what your problem is, noona? You’re a snob.”

“No…” you tried to protest but Kai covered your mouth with his hand, shutting you up. 

“You are. You think you’re too good for me,” he said, almost sadly, his pout prominent. “Why? Is it because you make more money than me? Because I don’t live in a nice apartment like you? Because you’re older than me?”

He lifted his hand off your mouth and looked at you like he really wanted a response. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Kai, I swear. I’m just tired and want to go home.”

“Liar. And you’re not going home yet. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise. Not that you deserve it.”

“Stop it, Kai,” you protested, but he didn’t seem to care. He had already pushed his hand up your dress and underneath your panties. As he touched your cunt, you both gasped.

“Hairless,” he said, smirking. “See? You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t want me. But it’s okay noona, I don’t mind if you don’t wax either.”

He was talking like a crazy person. You had no idea that Kai was like this and you were getting more frightened by each passing second.

You slapped him again and this time he pinned your hand down, looking at you with those doe eyes. “I don’t like that. Please don’t make me hurt you. I really, really don’t want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Okay?” He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, moving his way to your lips. You turned your head away and he grabbed you by the jaw again and forced a kiss on your mouth. Tears sprang to your eyes and you blinked them away. You didn’t want to show that kind of weakness in front of Kai.

“Don’t fight me,” he said gently. He had softened considerably from earlier as though he really was trying to keep you calm now. “Please.” He began pulling at your dress, trying to take it off.

“Noo… Please,” you begged, but your protests fell on deaf ears. Kai was so singularly determined to have you it seemed that there was nothing that you could do or say that was going to stop him. It was exhausting. You didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He was just too big and too strong and you were so tired. It was just so much easier to surrender to his will. You let him pull off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and panties sprawled out on his couch.

Kai looked you up and down and whistled, his lopsided smile coming over his features. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be. I don’t know how that’s possible.” He leaned down and kissed you again on the lips, more passionately this time, and you didn’t resist him. Despite your reservations, Kai was an excellent kisser and it felt good to be kissed again, to be desired again. You kissed him back automatically.

“Just be gentle with me, okay?” You said, as he broke the kiss. 

He looked at you with eyes that were full of lust and you felt yourself clench involuntarily. Kai was undeniably sexy and as much as you hated yourself for it, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. The panties you were wearing were white cotton, certainly not your sexiest, but they were already soaked through to the point that Kai could see your pussy.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants and it was all he could do not to devour you then and there. He’d been fantasising about this moment for so long, stroking his cock as he did so. Now that you were really here, almost naked underneath him,  he thought he was going to burst. He knew he needed to calm down before he entered you. The idea of cumming his pants now that he was finally going to have you would be too humiliating to bear. Besides, he’d promised he’d make you feel good.

Kai took a few breaths, trying to think neutral thoughts while unhooking your bra and taking it off. He thought of what he’d eaten for breakfast that morning, about washing the dishes and putting them away, anything other than how fucking delicious you looked right now. Slowly, he pulled down your panties, savouring the moment your cunt was truly revealed to him.

As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to taste you. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He threw your panties to the ground and held your legs open. He leaned down and latched his mouth onto your cunt, giving your clit a lick. You squirmed as he did this but his grip on your legs kept them wide open. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, licking his bottom lip. “Here, taste.” He kissed you on the mouth so you could taste your own arousal on his tongue. It was so erotic, tasting yourself mixed with his saliva. Kai made his way down your neck and to your breasts, biting and sucking on the way, being sure to leave marks. When he got to your nipple, he drew a circle on it with his tongue before beginning to suck on it as well. As his teeth grazed your areola, you yelped in pain but he didn’t stop. He bit it, just hard enough for you to yelp again.

“Kai… That hurts…” you moaned out.

“But you like it,” he smirked.

You did. Kai knew you more than you thought he could and you weren’t sure if you were alarmed or aroused by the thought of it. 

“I need to fuck you now, noona,” Kai said suddenly, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. He took off his shirt to reveal his perfectly chiselled body and you couldn’t help but bite your lip a little. Fuck, he was sexy. He stood up to pull off his pants and underwear, and you admired his gorgeous body. Why did you have to find him so damn attractive?

He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He was already rock hard but was getting himself ready for you. He knelt down between your legs and used his cock to tease your pussy lips, savouring the feel of the wetness on his tip. 

“You want me to put it in?” He asked, making eye contact with you. He wanted you to want it, to beg for it, even.

“Yes please, Kai,” you replied, spreading your legs open further to his delight. “I want your cock so bad. Please put it in.”

He grinned as pushed himself into you slowly, eliciting a moan from you both. God, he just felt so good filling you up. Hearing you moan with pleasure from something he was doing almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot but he was able to hold firm, closing his eyes and going through the inane motions of his day again. He began moving within you, slowly, hoping to build up a steady pace that wasn’t too much for him.

“Feels good,” you moaned. Kai just felt so in tune with your body in a way that no one had ever been before, certainly not your ex. 

“Yeah, you like it?” He asked, continuing to fuck you while he kissed your jawline. “You’re such a greedy fucking girl, noona…”

You giggled and put your hand in Kai’s hair, grabbing and tugging it a little so that he looked up at you. “You better make me cum tonight or you’re never going to get to fuck me again, baby.”

He raised his eyebrows at your challenge. “I don’t think it’ll be too hard. You’re literally gushing for me. You want me as much as I want you.” He used one hand to reach down and slowly begin playing with your clit, causing you to gasp. “I own this pussy already.”

You moaned in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding away inside you while his fingers were on your sweet spot was enough to almost push you over the edge. Kai, seemingly sensing this, stopped his ministrations, holding himself still.

“Kai!” You exclaimed, half frustrated and half amused. “I was close.”

“No way, noona. You can’t make it that easy for me.” He pulled out of you and sat down beside you on the couch, his back against the sofa cushions. “Get on top of me. I’m gonna make you work to cum.”

Annoyed, you did as he said. Straddling him, you took his length in your hand and lined it up with your entrance. This time it was your turn to tease him, lowering yourself onto him halfway and clenching. Kai grabbed your hips and forced you down onto him, while thrusting his own hips up into you. He looked almost irritated. “Don’t fucking tease me,” he said. It was jarring how he seemed to go back and forth between playful and serious. “You’re going to cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are… My slut,” he added.

You reached down and grabbed his shoulders for purchase. You bounced on his cock while he grabbed your ass. “Yes Kai, I’m your slut,” you whined out breathlessly. As crazy as it sounded after everything that had happened that night, you wanted to be his, to be owned by him. Being with him felt right and safe. He grabbed you and kissed you again and you moaned into his mouth.

“That’s right. Mine. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love being your slut, Kai…” you moaned. 

“And I’m the best you’ve ever had, right? You’ve never been fucked so good before, have you?”

“Never.”

You could feel your orgasm getting closer and it was making you desperate, you babbled incoherently about how much you loved his cock, how much you loved getting fucked by him, how you wanted him to own your body. “I’m gonna cum, Kai, please, please let me cum this time.”

“Of course, noona, you’ve been such a good girl,” Kai replied. “Cum for me,” he said, nipping at your jawline while fingering your clit.

It only took a few seconds to push you over the edge. The orgasm wracked your entire body as you let out an,”Oh my god, Kai!”

Watching you cum for him, and on him, felt like it was going to make him crazy. He used his strength to keep fucking up into you even as you came down from your orgasm. He was going to cum and he wanted to, no, he had to, do it inside you. He would ask your permission, but it didn’t matter what you said, he knew he was going to do it anyway. 

“Noona… I’m gonna cum too… Won’t you let me cum inside your pretty pussy? Please?” 

You panicked a little. You weren’t on any type of birth control and you knew that you were due your period in about two weeks, so it was likely a dangerous time for this. 

“No, Kai… It’s not safe… Not tonight. Next time,” you replied gently, trying to climb up off his cock but he held you on to it firmly. 

“Please, noona,” he said, his voice coming out with a whine. “Please… I’ve been such a good boy, haven’t I? I made you feel good, right? Haven’t I been such a good boy for you, mommy?”

Mommy. No one had ever called you that before. You hadn’t expected it, but the use of that word did something to you. You felt yourself clench. 

“Yes, baby. You’ve been such a good boy,” you relented, grabbing his face and kissing him on the cheek. You whispered into his ear, “Cum inside mommy.”

With that Kai flipped you on your back while you were still on his cock. He was on top of you now and he sped his pace up, releasing himself inside you with a groan. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. 

After a few seconds, the two of you readjusted yourselves on the couch so that Kai was laying flat on his back on the couch while you were laying on your side beside him, half on top of him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his heart pounding inside of it.

“You know what this means, right?” Kai said, running a hand in your hair. 

“Mmm? What does it mean, baby?” You were on the verge of falling asleep at that moment but you forced yourself to stay awake.

“You belong to me now. No one else can touch you ever again.”

“Is that right?” You asked with a sleepy giggle. “And what if I don’t agree to this?” You looked up at him, batting your lashes.

He shrugged. “It’s not really up to you.”

“So what? You make my decisions for me now?”

Kai smirked but said nothing, kissing you on the forehead. 

You opened your mouth to argue but then shut it again. To be honest, you were exhausted and what he was proposing didn’t sound so bad at the moment. It would be nice to be able to not think and put all your responsibilities on Kai.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly. Kai slipped out from underneath you, careful not to wake you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style to his small bedroom where he put you down on his bed. He smiled to himself at how deep a sleeper you were, you hadn’t moved a muscle when he moved you. He covered you in a blanket and planted a kiss on your cheek before putting on some pajama bottoms and making his way on to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Everything had gone perfectly tonight and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. You were his, you hadn’t even argued. All those months of watching you and waiting, convincing your friend to set the two of you up had finally paid off. Tomorrow he’d take you to a secluded house in the forest where he could truly keep you all to himself. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else and he didn’t want anyone else to look at you either. Everything was set up there, the locks on the doors and windows so you couldn’t escape even if you decided you had regrets.

Kai put his cigarette out and tossed it over the balcony. He watched it flicker for a few seconds on the cement below before dying completely, excitedly thinking about what the next day would bring.

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[rafecameronsmistress]

NO ESCAPE

description] Fem Reader x Rafe Cameron x Barry

[summary] After a rough breakup Rafe sends Barry out to find you at a party and what they have for you in store is a nightmare full of pleasure

[cw + tw] 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, abusive relationship, physical abuse, strong language, stalking, non con, alcohol use, drug use, gun use, life threatening, degrading talk, angst, fear, embarrassment, SMUT

[authors note] this one is VERY long and has VERY sensitive triggers, please read at your own risk

‼️ADULT CONTENT AHEAD‼️

Enjoy 🖤

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Text messages:

- Kie: hey are you coming to Sarah’s party tonight? it’s at the water, i can pick you up

- y/n: i dont know.. after everything that happened with Rafe im afraid he’ll show up and i don’t want to see him right now

- Kie: Sarah told me he wasn’t going because she invited pogues lmao

- y/n: i’ll think about it, i’ll call you in an hour or so

- Kie: kk <3

Rafe and i dated for a year before things got bad, we had our ups and downs but never did i expect him to put his hands on me in a violent way

Rafe hit me for the first time a month ago, he said he was sorry and that he just couldn’t handle the way things were going with his family and business

i gave him the benefit of the doubt because he has been under so much stress and sometimes i add to the problem

two days later he hit me again and split my lip open then screamed in my face because i got blood on his shirt

slowly his i love you’s turned into i hate you’s

it’s hard because i love him so much, he was the picture boyfriend, until he wasn’t

i hid the abuse, i didn’t want people to know, just incase he changed

my friends know we ended badly but they just assumed it’s because Rafe is an asshole, everybody knows he is

the first time he threatened to kill me was the day that i left, that was only a week ago

he held me down on the floor of his bedroom with one hand around my throat and the other holding his pistol to my temple “the next time you speak to me like that again i’m going to put a bullet in your fucking skull, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” his words spit on me like venom

a part of me misses him and that’s why i don’t want to see him tonight, i’ll cave and end up going home with him, i know i will, because i love him

i lay down in bed and close my eyes, i’ll make a decision in a little while

i fall asleep for a few hours and when i wake up i have another text from Kie

Kie: so Sarah and i decided you ARE coming because we need you!! she told me Rafe will not be there, the boys are coming too nothing bad is going to happen!! get dressed bitch i’ll pick you up at 7

i text JJ, John B, and Pope in a group chat

- me: hey all 3 of you are going to Sarah’s party tonight right?

- John B: yeah i’m here now helping her set up

- Pope: yes i’m picking Cleo up soon

- JJ: yep Kie called me and told me that you’re afraid Captain Douchebag will show up so obviously i will be there… and i would like to drink some alcohol…

- me: thanks boys, see you later <3

i let out a sigh of relief, at least those 3 will be able to handle Rafe if he shows up

i undress myself to take a shower and run my fingers over my yellow healing rib cage where Rafe had kicked me a couple weeks ago

tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. i try to convince myself, i deserve to go out

after i shower i do my hair and makeup then get dressed

i throw on a short pink dress and my birkenstock sandals

7:03pm

text message

- Kie: i’m here

Kie is in my driveway playing music on full blast and dancing like a nut which makes me laugh, i’m always thankful for her trying to lift my spirits

We jam out in the car and get ourselves pumped for the party

When we get there i scan the entire lot for Rafes pickup or dirt bike, neither of which i see

“Relax y/n, he’s not coming” Kie says, she grabs my hand and holds it, we share a smile, hers excited, mine nervous

A giant bonfire glows in the middle of a heard of people

Loud music, beer, liquor, and over 100 people- kooks and pogues combined…

if Rafe isn’t coming, he at least has someone watching

i immediately grab a drink to loosen up so i can enjoy tonight, the first one goes down like water so i pour myself a second

“whoaaa slow down there killa, you’re drinking like me right now!” JJ laughs while nudging my arm “i’ll be right here all night, enjoy yourself, i got you” he says with the sweetest smile

i’m on my 3rd drink and 2nd shot, my cheeks feel rosy and i have the urge to move my hips “Sarah! come dance with me!” i demand while holding out my hand

“sorry babe, my girl needs me” she says to John B getting up from his lap, she grabs hold of my hand and we dance, solo cups in the air

the boys stay close by and enjoy watching us make a fool of our selves while they smoke a joint

my phone vibrates

text message:

- Rafe: don’t drink so much, you’ll get sick

tunnel vision. nausea. panic. swallow it, don’t let anybody know.

“i’ll be right back” i tell Sarah “i need to fill my cup”

“okay” she furrows her eyebrows “you okay?”

i give her a nod and the best smile i could

once i’m out of sight i run to Kie’s car, hopping in and locking the doors, i need to sit down, my heart is pounding out of my chest, i can hear the blood rushing in my ears

*knock knock* i jump out of my skin, i’m met face to face with Barry

“open the door sweetheart” he smiles flashing his gold teeth

this can’t be happening.

i go to grab my phone to call JJ. where is my it?

Barry waves my phone in front of my face taunting me. how the fuck did i drop it?

“open the door y/n, don’t make this difficult” he tugs on the handle “open it, i’m not playing witchu right now” i shake my head “country club wants you to come wit me, y’aint safe here without him” his eyes grow darker, i don’t budge

he gets on the phone, he’s calling Rafe “you either come out on your own or i call him and he pulls you out, your choice” i’m scared. i don’t want to make Rafe mad. but i don’t want to see him. i’m getting a headache.

i make the dumbest decision of my life. i open the door, my hands shaking 100mph.

“that’s it, let’s get you home” he says grabbing my hand hard

my face is burning up. my legs grow weak under me. i’m stone cold sober at this point.

we approach the truck, “Barry please“ i plead “i’m sorry mama, y’know him” he helps me into the passenger seat and buckles me in, “can i have my phone please, i need to tell my friends i went home” i cry “can’t letchu do that, what’s ya password, i’ll text ‘em for you” he says, i shake my head rejecting the offer

he starts the truck and we take off

his phone rings “yeah i got her, she was a good girl, she didn’t fight me” he smirks “we’ll be there soon”

i stay silent, Barry puts his hand on my thigh and i flinch at his touch “what’s wrong sweet thing, scared of a little love?” he laughs

we pull up to Tannyhill, Rafe is standing out front with a whiskey glass in his hand, he raises it and smiles at me

my stomach is in knots

i want to scream for help and run

the other half of me wants to jump into his arms and submit

Barry gets out of the truck and walks around opening my door “c’mon, get out” i jump down and fix my dress and fix a smile in attempt to hide my mixed feelings

“you look nice, who’d you get dressed up for?” Rafe asks “nobody” i reply, he laughs “sexy little thing isn’t she?” he asks Barry, “yessir” he grins

i want to crawl inside my own skin

Rafe grabs me by the arm “let’s get inside” he looks at Barry “you comin? you’re not gonna want to miss this”

he brings me to the couch and sits me down, “what to do with you?” he ponders finishing his drink

“Rafe i want to go home” i whimper

“and you know what i want? a girlfriend that doesn’t dress like a slut and go to parties without me” he seethes “since you wanna act like a slut, take your clothes off, i’ll treat you like a slut” his eyes filled with fury

“i’m not your girlfriend anymore” i whisper

“what was that?” he cocks his head to the side

“nothing” i say

i stand up and slowly pull my dress over my head, my knees becoming weak, leaving me exposed in just my panties in front of him and Barry

“lay down on the couch” he demands, i obey “now touch yourself”

“Rafe please i-“ there’s no use in begging, i bring one hand down to my pussy and run it up and down my panties, the thought of them watching begins to turn me on no matter how hard i try to reject the feeling

“she’s sweet” Barry says licking his lips

“wait til you taste her” Rafe says deviously

their words go straight to my heat, i rub my clit in circles arching my back, trying not to let out a sound

“come here” i say holding my hand out to Rafe, my pussy aching for him

“you’re gonna finish yourself off first” he smirks

Barry adjusts himself clearly growing hard, Rafe watches me like a hawk not missing a beat

i pick up the pace now craving dick inside of me, i throw my head back and whimper coming closer to an orgasm, the band in my belly snaps and my legs start convulsing, i ride out my orgasm and when i’m finished i beg to be fucked “come here- please”

Rafe looks at Barry “try her out” he says patting him on the back

the look of fear on my face. Rafe would never let someone else look at me nevermind fuck me.

“since you wanna act like a slut..” he says shrugging his shoulders, then topping off his whiskey

i become embarrassed, im attracted to Barry but being on display is not something im used to

Barry gets comfortable in the chair and pats his lap, he undoes his belt and slides his pants down to his knees, his hard on is enormous even through his boxers

i try to contain my arousal and walk toward him, looking at Rafe for approval, he nods

i lower myself to my knees and pull Barry’s erection from his boxers, it fills my entire hand

“i ain’t even gotta ask to get my dick sucked, you got this one trained man” he laughs

Rafe walks behind me and manspreads on the couch enjoying every second of this

i seal my mouth on Barry, bobbing my head up and down while working my tongue inside “shhhit” he groans, saliva begins dripping out the sides of my mouth

i go to work on his swollen cock, his moans encouraging me to get the job done “that’s it baby” he takes a sharp breath in

“get up and sit on him, facing me” Rafe commands from behind

i rise from the floor, turn around, push my panties to the floor and kick them off

i slowly seat myself on Barry’s length, i gasp taking all of him inside my cunt

his hands reaching in front of me to grab my breasts, he holds onto them and starts pumping into me from below

i try to hold myself up on the arms of the chair while i’m staring directly into Rafe’s lust filled eyes

“ohhmygod- yes- fuck me-” i moan in between breaths

“how does she feel?” Rafe growls not taking his eyes off of me “like a million bucks country club” Barry replies while slamming his hips into my ass repeatedly

“flip her onto the chair and fuck her brains out” Rafe instructs

Barry pulls me off his lap and flips me around, my chest pushed into the chair and my ass in the air he slams into me showing no mercy

i can’t control the sounds coming from my mouth, moaning, whimpering, and screaming at the way i’m being used

Barry pulls out of me and releases on my ass leaving my pussy dripping “you like that shit huh?” he says rubbing my slit from behind “taste her” Rafe says, Barry sticks his fingers in his mouth savoring the taste of me “just like candy” he tells Rafe

my torso still on the chair and my knees on the floor i lay there weak, trying to control my breathing

Barry gets dressed and pours himself a glass of liquor, sitting in the other chair

“c’mon we’re not done, get up” Rafe says, i try to stand but my legs are weak “i think you broke her” he laughs looking at Barry “sorry man, she’s got great pussy” he says

Rafe walks over to me and wraps his hand around my throat, lifting me to my feet, he sloppily kisses me and without warning plummets two fingers inside of me causing me to scream

“who’s pussy is this?” he asks pushing deeper inside of me, “it’s yours” i choke out, his hand still tight around my wind pipe,

“say it again” he growls

“it’s yours Rafe, i’m all yours” i plead

his hand slips into my hair and he guides me to the couch by my head using me like a rag doll

he throws me down on my stomach then pulls my hips into the air

“look at you, you’re a fuckin mess” he smacks my pussy causing me to cry out “you like that?” he smacks it again, i wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure

Rafe pulls me up by the back of my head “open your mouth” i open and he sticks his fingers inside, i suck his fingers just like i would suck his cock, Rafe loves having his fingers in my mouth “dirty fuckin slut” he says

he removes his fingers and forces them into my tender vagina, he works his hand slowly like he’s dissecting my insides, i move my hips back and forth trying to fuck his hand my pussy screaming to be pounded

“she just can’t get enough huh?” Barry says “i told you she was a good one” Rafe smiles

his slides his warm fingers out of me and spits on my cunt, i feel it drip down to my clit “please-“ i look back at him

Rafe pulls his shorts and boxers down exposing his delicious throbbing cock, he’s leaking precum

i brace myself

he taps the back of my pussy with his dick a few times before sliding it in, i feel myself become full of him “i gonna fuck you like i hate you” he whispers

guttural screams escape my lips as he sinks deeper into my swollen used hole, he feels so good

he pushes my face into the couch “shut the fuck up and take it”

i turn my head to the side to catch my breath and see Barry sipping on his liquor enjoying every moment, i hold eye contact with him while i cry out

Rafe picks up the pace, the sound of our skin smacking engulfs the entire room

it all becomes too much, the overstimulation is extreme, i reach back trying to push him away

“i ain’t done” he growls grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back “i’m gonna fuck MY pussy as long as i want”

i’m screaming at this point, i can feel him in my stomach, a new sensation arises in my pussy, stronger then an orgasm “Rafe i- i can’t-“ and then i feel a release and a gush of liquid between my legs

“squirting on me like a dirty whore” he smacks my ass hard, “i fucking love it”

“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head

Rafe slams into once more before cumming inside me, he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my ass

my body goes limp and i lay flat on the couch, he pulls my hips back up and holds them there, “stay up til you soak all of me in”

i lay there defeated, used, and bruised

Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey, clinking cups with Barry

they sit across from my numb body and watch me recover

“you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”

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Spookie MMOs!🕸 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆｡°✩𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐🧡⌨️🖤

I’ve been super busy for the past two days but I was watching Li Speaks (again) and it reminded me how much I miss Halloween MMO content for kids!!! I know Webkinz and Neopets are still around and Bearville + Pixie Hollow have rewrittens but there’s just a magic I’m missing right now. Also I’m sad I couldn’t squeeze LPSO or Beanie Babiez 2.0 on here!!!

But I am glad I can still play flash games now because of the programs Li talks about! They’re so much fun to regress with!! Here’s to hoping I’ll have way more time to chat with you guys about that and more soon!!🧡🖤

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Zehina & Nat ramble - Channie 2🖤

Chan is an older sibling, we all know that, but because of this, I feel like he would do the silliest things unprompted, just to cheer you up if he notices you having a bad day. Gloomy aura following you around? He’s gonna make a weird sound, one that he knows just tickles you right. A frown constantly sitting on your face? Expect your chat with him to be flooded with funny pictures and memes. I could make a million examples, but I’ll hold back this time. But expect this man to do this, because he’s silly like that.

His senses have been trained not only by his siblings but also by his members and closest friends. He picks up on the smallest signs of discomfort and knows almost immediately when something rubbed you the wrong way. Chan knows you inside out, and it's almost a little scary sometimes how little you can hide from him. Sometimes, you just want to sulk about the most ridiculous things and not feel bad for it, but he picks up on it effortlessly, gently easing a smile onto your lips. 

With all that comes the almost natural urge to protect you from everyone and anything that could harm you. Someone's pissing you off? He'll listen and talk shit about them with you. Someone's hurting you? Oh, he'll be cracking his neck and trying to remind himself that murder is not an option. Someone's making you question your skills or your looks? This man won't stop praising you for the next two hours, even if you're just breathing at this point. 

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Say You’re Mine - Miniseries

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warning: MDNI! This miniseries contains triggers that may cause a negative effect to the consumer. This includes cheating, forced proximity, toxic dom/sub dynamics, unhealthy relationships, alcohol, coercion, manipulation, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected piv (don’t do this). The reader is consenting and allows these things to happen to them.

Authors note: I want to apologize for the delay in putting out part three! Thank you all for the feedback. I’m so glad y’all are enjoying the miniseries! I hope you enjoy part three! If this isn’t something you don’t want to read please avoid and I’ll catch you on the next one! If I missed any other triggers please dm me so I can add them. I want you all to be safe when reading my fanfics. Your mental health matters. 🖤

Part Three.

The group chat was busy tonight, Noah was throwing another party at his house. He invited you and Ryan, along with all of his closest friends. Ryan sends a text that he couldn’t make it tonight, work called him in. Your eyes widened. You can’t go. You can’t. You sigh. Ryan would want you to go. You type out a text and send it to the group chat.

If everyone is okay with me coming without Ryan lol 😂

You have to play along. Ryan still hasn’t suspected anything.

Jolly: Yeah, come join us, y/n!

Nicholas: 🙏🙏🙏

Folio: You better!

You roll your eyes, no text from Noah. Why would you expect one? You put your phone down to go to your closet to pick out a dress for tonight. You pick out a black bodycon dress. It’s going to be cold out. You grab a flannel, and put on your doc martens. You look in the mirror, checking over if you like the outfit. You look good. You go to the bathroom to put on some mascara and a little bit of lip gloss. You walk to the door, grabbing your purse, keys, and phone.

After a twenty minute drive you pull up to his house, you can already hear the loud music. You get out of your car, closing it behind you. You walk up to his front door, letting yourself in. You are greeted by the guys. They welcome you inside and all pull you into hugs, everyone’s already drinking, and talking. Everyone is welcoming you into the party…where’s Noah?

You think it’s odd that he hasn’t come up, and made a remark about you. Or tried to mess with you. Maybe…just maybe he’s moved on from his little game he was playing with you. You converse with a few friends as you make your way throughout the house. You look around. You are handed a drink, you look down, having no idea what it is. You put the cup down, walking through the living room. You spot him. He is drinking his beer, and talking with his friends. He picks up a joint beside him. He lights it, watching you. He smirks, taking a drag of the joint. He exhales, letting the smoke surround him.

It’s part of his game, make you come crawling back to him. He played with you a little, messed with your head. Now it’s your turn to come to him. He licks his lips, taking another drag of the joint. His hooded eyes looking over your body, lingering in certain spots. You aren’t going to give in. Nope. You look away, walking to the kitchen. You are greeted by Noah’s friend, Jesse. You get your drink, you and Jesse start chatting. This is good, a familiar face. Someone who respected your boundaries, and you.

You feel his eyes on you. You turn your body towards Jesse, giving him your full attention as you both talk about random topics.

The conversation goes on for quite awhile. Jesse excuses himself to go to the bathroom. You laugh, ushering him to go. You turn around to see Noah isn’t in his previous spot. You sigh in relief. Maybe he has given up, and will finally leave you alone. You wanted that…right? You walk down the hallway, trying to get away from the noise. You feel like you’re suffocating once again.

You find yourself wandering. It’s like clockwork, you’re in front of Noah’s door. You stand there, looking down at the doorknob. Then back up at the dark wooden door. His room held many memories for you and Noah. You step back. You run a hand through your hair, debating on if you should go in or not. Why? What good would that do?

“What are you doing, y/n?” You shake your head. You turn your body, bumping into a solid mass. You stumble backwards, looking up at Noah. This time you can’t finds the words.

“Going somewhere?” He smirks, stepping closer to you. You step back again. Your eyes locked in on his as he glares down at you.

“No words now?” His voice is low, and dark with slight amusement as he takes another step. His smirk never fading.

“What’s the matter? Hm?”

“Nothing..” You swallow, trying to muster up something to say to him. He smirks and takes another final step, looking down at you. He steps forward again, leaning forward to look you in the eyes, a smirk ever growing on his face.

“Are you sure…” He says, taking another step closer to you. Your back bumps into the wall, you can’t help feel vulnerable as he presses himself against you. Noah looks behind him to find the hallway is empty. His eyes return to look down at you. His hands against the wall, your head tilts up to look up at him. He smirks again, he’s loving how weak you are for him. You’re right where he wanted you, pressed between the wall, and nowhere to go. You feel a soft, feather like touch against your collarbone, gliding down your arm. You look away, his gaze is too intense. You shiver feeling his fingers brushing against the valley of your breasts. He chuckles. He’s loving every second of this interaction between the two of you. You can’t look at him. His hand falling to your hip, bringing you close to him. You feel his breath on your neck.

“What’s the matter? You can’t even look me in the eyes anymore?” He keeps a smirk on his lips. You’re still avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me, y/n” his lips next to your ear. You whimper, he presses a soft kiss on your neck. You tense, his thumb stroking your hipbone.

“Tell me you miss me…” He keeps his lips pressed against your neck as he whispers.

“Noah..” you groan, not wanting to beg for anything from him. He gently nips your earlobe, his thumb rubbing circles along your hip.

“Say it…” His teeth gently biting your neck.

“It hurts to much to say it.” You gasp, feeling his teeth graze across your sensitive skin.

“Tell me…”

“I miss you..”

“Good girl…you’re being such a good girl for me…” He’s true to his words. He starts off with small, then works you up to the words that break you down. He nips your neck again.

“Say it again…”

“So you can stop? Torture me some more?” You look up at him. He doesn’t say anything. He stares down at you with a blank expression.

“What’s your end game?” You question him. His lips trail to your ear.

“I love how easily you melt in my hands when you’re this weak…” His whispers are soft and tantalizing. You whimper as he nibbles on your earlobe.

“Don’t ignore me” He chuckles. It’s clear he’s loving that you’re trying to have some control over this current predicament you’re in.

“I’m not ignoring you princess…” He gently bites on your earlobe again. You feel his hands trailing down your body.

“Mmm” You moan, it feels so good when he touches you like this.

“You’re being so good, so weak for me…” His voice is low in your ear. It sends chills down throughout your body. His hands gently rubbing along your waist, hips, and upper thighs.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask bluntly. He grins, nipping at your jaw.

“I might…if you’re good for me…”

“Please…I can’t take it anymore”

“Beg…” he kisses along your neck, marking up your skin.

“Please”

“Please what, princess…” He pulls away, looking intensely at you. You know he’s wanting to hear you beg for more. You let your head fall on his chest, stepping away from the wall. He wraps his hand around your throat, putting you up against the wall again.

“Beg. Say the words I’m waiting to hear…” He tightens his hand around your neck. You gasp, your hand finding his wrist. It’s a game, there’s no prize. He’s toying with you.

“Please fuck me, Noah” His grip tightens. You know those are the wrong words. He smirks. You know it’s so easy for you to break when it comes to him.

“Still wrong princess, say the words I want you to hear”You huff, you aren’t going to say it.

“Say you’re mine, princess…” He bites along your neck, leaving red and purple marks.

“Nooo…don’t do that all over again…” He smirks darkly, gently kisses along her neck…

“And what if I do?”

“Just do it. Stop toying with me” God, you sound so desperate. You know it’s music to his ears. He smirks…his lips still on your neck, biting, teasing you.

“No…not yet…” He kisses your collarbone, pressing his knee against you. The pressure between your thighs grows, you cling to his shirt. He stops. You whine, looking up at him as you pant. He smirks down at you.

“Still not saying the words…”

“Fuck off” He chuckles darkly, loving how much you want him. You aren’t giving in this time. You are going to resist.

“I don’t think you mean that…”

“Maybe I do” you push him off, fixing your dress. Your core is throbbing. You hate him. He chuckles as he shoves you back against the wall, holding you there. His knee against your core again.

“You don’t mean that, you need me…”

“I’m not admitting anything” He chuckles as he continues to press against you, watching you tense up from the sensations he’s creating.

“Admit it. You want it, I know you do…”

“Yet, you won’t let me” He gently bites your lower lip, before teasing up to your ear.

“Say it for me, and I’ll give you what you want…” He murmurs against the spot between your neck and ear. You feel the goosebumps pebbling your skin as his breath fans over your neck.

“Fuck me, sir.” You smirk. You can play again. No please for him. He grins. You can tell he loves playing your games.

“Beg properly…” He teases against you. His hand trailing under the hem of your dress.

“You know what….” You smack his hand away. He’s quick to grab your wrist, bringing it up to his lips.

“Say it or I won’t give you what you want. Beg me for it…” You pull your hand away from his grasp. He’s teasing you. He wants to see you completely give in.

“Make me” You cross your arms, looking up at him. He chuckles darkly, loving how small and tough you look right now. He wants to see how far you with this.

“Make you? I can have you trembling in seconds. Keep begging me…” He purrs as he leans in close to your face.

“Hahah, yeah, okay.” You try to not whimper, knowing he damn well could.

“You doubt me, princess?” He leans in further. His breath fanning along your lips. He bites your lower lip, pulling gently, but not giving you the kiss you needs. He kisses his way to your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“I do, actually”

“You really want to test me?” He continues to bite, and nip along your neck. His hands now moving along your waist, hips, gripping them firmly as he pulls you against him.

“Mhm.” You want to push him over the edge like he’s down to you these past weeks.

“You know you’ll regret it…” He smirks as he presses his his between your legs, you gasp. His hands holding you firmly by your waist. You’re standing strong, you feel the need to add fuel to the fire.

“Am I? Does nowah not like it when I get bratty?”

“I love when you get bratty, princess, but you’re not going to get what you want. I’m going to love watching you break…” He chuckles, looking down at you as he watches you start to react to his teasing once again.

“Two can play at that game”

“Oh, I’d love to see you try…” He presses his knee harder against you. His hands reach down to grab your wrists to pin them above your head. You know he loves playing like this, testing his self control. He loves it more knowing you will lose it before him. He’s sick that way.

“Say you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want, princess. It isn’t that hard…” He purrs into your ear, keeping a tight grip on your wrists.

“Beg me for it…”

“No” He chuckles, he keeps his knee in place, not moving. You feel the need for him building up again. You look down to see a wet spot on his pants. His eyes follow yours, looking down at the mess you made. He snickers, seeing the evidence of how he’s making you feel in plain sight. He looks down at you.

“Really now? I think your body is telling you that you love what I’m doing to you.” He pushes his knee against you again, resuming his teasing. You try to pull away, smirking up at him.

“I…”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I do know how it ends..it always ends the same way.”

“So, what makes you think the outcome will be different? Hm? You’ll give in, you always do. It’s pathetic.” His voice is low against your ear. He pulls away, gripping your wrist, leading you to his bedroom. No one else gets to see you fall apart. Only him. He drags you to his bedroom. He closes the door behind him. He pushes you on the bed, watching you, rready to show you what happens when you try to be a brat.

“What now? Are we going to gossip?” He chuckles, loving your confidence. You know it won’t last*

“Shut up.” He says softly, slowly moving over you, pinning your wrists to the bed. He’s always loved seeing you trapped underneath him.

“Shut up and look at me…” His voice is still low and deep. His hands pinning your wrists to the bed, sitting on your waist, locking your thighs between his legs. You are trying your best to keep up the brat act, but the way he’s looking down at you, it’s slowly starting to slip away. He smirks, loving the way he’s completely pinning you, trapping you. You aren’t going anywhere now.

“You always break so easily for me. I can see you’re already struggling, y/n” His hand moves to gently, and slowly trail along your thigh. His fingers light touches teasing you.

“No…” You mumble, he’s looking down at you. He smirks, loving your denial.

“We’ll see how long you can hold out” He continues to trail his fingers, teasing you, but not giving you any relief. He lets go of your wrists, his fingers hiking up your dress over your hips revealing your black lacy thong. One of his favorites. He looks down at her, tracing his fingers over the pattern.

“Are these for me?” He smirks, you roll your eyes. It wasn’t intentional, you weren’t thinking about the effect your underwear would have on him.

“No” He growls, not liking that answer. It was like a switch came on in his eyes. Oh no…you started to quickly realize what this just turned into.

“Well, if I can’t touch…neither can you” He grabs your wrists again. Oh no, not this game. You start begging, you hate this. You always hated it. He needs both hands for what he’s going to do to you. He reaches in a drawer pulling out the infamous silk ties. You start to panic, you thrash in his grasp.

“Where do you think you’re going? Hm? You’re staying right here. You remember this game, yeah? It’s your favorite.” He laughs in your face, as he wraps the silk ties around your wrists tying them on the headboard of his bed.

“Noah, no…please. I don’t want to play, please…I hate it”

“You should’ve known what was going to happen when I saw those. You know what these do to me.” It’s so twisted and dark. It’s the no touch game. Whenever you would deny him of anything, he would deny you. His way, or not at all.

“I don’t think you’re going to win this little game. You’re not as strong as you think…”

“I’m sorry, okay. Please.” You squirm underneath him, tugging against the ties. He pins your hips down, watching as you struggle to get away.

“Sorry doesn’t work. You knew what you were getting into…”

“Noah…please”

“Beg for it. Beg for my touch, then you’ll be able to win this game…” You groan, tugging and thrashing against them.

“Please, I wanna touch you. I’m sorry. Please” You whimper, it was so easy, quick and pathetic at how quickly you gave in.

“Aw, you want a second chance? That’s cute. Do you think you deserve it?” He smirks down at you, knowing you couldn’t resist his persuasive words.

“I think you haven’t really learned your lesson yet…”

“I’m sorry..”

“You’re going to have to prove it, and beg more…”

*He purrs…watching her squirm*

“Beg to prove it…be a good girl…”you tug again at the ties, whining. You knew you couldn’t get away. He brought his hands up to your wrists. He slowly brings them down your arms. You arch your back. You hate it. You can’t do anything about it.

“Aw, can’t get away? Too fucking bad.” He purrs, so easy to break you. He hasn’t even touched you properly.

“Beg some more princess…” You squirm, as he passes over your underarms. His hands over to your breasts, cupping them. You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips.

“Say please. Beg for it…” He leans down, barely brushing his lips to yours.

“If you want my touch you need to beg for it…” You had to hold on. Oh…his hands still massaging your breasts, slow and deliberate. The sensation goes straight to your core. He moves his hands away from your chest, trailing down your ribs and stomach. His touch is barely there.

“Are you going to give up?”

“Nope. Nnnn” If you give in, say how badly you need it, you lose his strange game. His hands trail down to your underwear, then back up your body. He knows how badly you want it. He can see it in your eyes, and he smiles. He gently trails a finger up and down along your sides.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“N-No” He chuckles as you continue to hold out. The look on his face. He’s loving how he has you completely at his will under him.

“Can’t say it? Too bad. Haha, I love getting you like this. You’re so weak, and desperate for me…” He moves down to your hipbones, squeezing them. It makes you bucks your hips.

“See? Just look at you. You’re already squirming under me. So weak for me, my weak little girl” He loves seeing you fall apart beneath him, how desperate you are.

“No..”

“Say you’re mine…” He gently trails his hands along your thighs. He’s loving hearing the way you whimper.

“Mmm” He chuckles. He gently brushes against your core. You whine, tugging against the ties. You can’t help your legs opening up for him.

“Come on, you know you want it. Say you need it…”

“Oh god”

“Tell me how badly you need it…” His hand brushes over your core again. You look up to see him looking at you, watching your every move.

“Beg for me. Be a good girl…”

“Nnn” you arch your back as his finger circles around your clit through your underwear. He groans in satisfaction.

“Say it or I stop…” He taps your pussy with his hand lightly. You writhe against the mattress. You can only mutter out whimpers of desperation.

“Come on, y/n. Be a good girl. Say it…” He continues to tease, light touches that he knew wouldn’t provide you with the friction you needed. You raise your hips, grinding against his touch. You needed it so bad. It was driving you over the edge.

“Say the words, and I’ll give it to you…”

“Please, touch me. I need your touch, please, sir.” Damn it, you think to yourself.

“Say it again. Say how badly you need me…” He can feel the wet spot of your arousal soaking his fingers. He keeps going with those slow, maddening circles around your pussy, brushing your clit.

“Please, touch me, sir”

“Say you need it.” He groans, feeling you writhe against his fingers.

“I need it. Please”

“How much do you need it? Beg like a good girl…” He slows down the movement of his hand. You continue to mumble out whimpers.

“Beg with your words for me…and I’ll make you feel so good…”

“Ahh..” you whine, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your underwear.

“I need it so badly please, I need all of you”

“Beg me for it…” He nips your neck, sliding your underwear to the side.

“Noah…please”

“You have to beg properly…” He’s watching how his touches and his words are making you fall apart. A cry of frustration escapes your lips.

“I need you so badly, please, I can stop thinking about it, please, sir”

“That’s my good girl. There’s not a thought in your mind other than me now is there?” He runs his fingers pinch your clit lightly, causing you to gasp. Your legs start to shake.

“I..I need it so badly.” You whimper as he takes his hand away.

“Can’t even think about anything else, just me taking you apart piece by piece. You need me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?” He’s loving watching how desperate you are, needing his touches, and his words. You are putty in his hands.

“Please, I need it. Please.” You words stammer, a tear slips down your cheek. You’re embarrassed by how turned on you are.

“Good girl, so weak for me, so desperate. Be a good girl. Beg for it again…” You lean into his hand as he wipes away the tears with his thumb. He smiles down at you. Your mind is turning off, all consumed by him.

“Mmmphh…”

“Come on, beg for it…” His voice sounds impatient.

“Beg for me to touch you…”

“Please, please, please! Noah, please. Touch me, make me feel good. I want to feel good, please, sir” He chuckles. His fingers gently trail over your underwear.

“So little touches can get you trembling and begging? So weak for me, y/n” He’s watching you closely, watching you tremble at his touch. He laughs at how little he has to do to get a reaction out of you. The satisfied look on his face makes your stomach turn.

“I can only think of you..” You squirm, tugging at your restraints. You’re panting, wanting him so badly. He’s toying with you. You’re at his mercy. Again.

“You’re helpless, completely weak for me. My good girl…” He’s got you so weak. You’re ashamed about how all it took is gentle teasing touches, and you’re his little toy, begging for more.

“Please, touch me, sir”

“My good girl, you’re begging so well, maybe I will…” He runs his fingers over your hip. You hate yourself for being so desperate for him. You whine again. His hand cups your core. The little touches are making you mad and wild with need. He keeps running his fingers against you.

“You sound so needy, sweet girl”

“Please, sir. Please!” He loves teasing you like this. The desperation in your voice, how badly you want him.

“What do you want princess…” He whispers into your ear. You groan in frustration. You hate this mind game.

“Say exactly what you want. Beg me to make you feel good…”

“I’ve been saying what I want! Please, sir! Please!”

“You haven’t said the specific words I want to hear.” His voice has the edge in it. He knows how to bend and mold you to how he likes, to give in to his every word.

“My pussy”

“Good girl, say it again for me…” You know that when he has you like this it’s boosting that awful ego through the roof. It makes him feel so powerful when he controls you.

“Please touch my pussy, sir”

“Be specific, y/n. What do you want me to do to your pussy?”

“Noah…I swear…I..I mean.”

“Say it or else…”

“Make me feel good by touching my pussy, sir. Please” You whined, feeling the desperation taking over.

“Mmm, good girl. Such pretty words…” He presses his fingers against your pussy. His fingers working around your clit. You moan, feeling a little relief.

“How does that feel…?”

“Mmmm, so good”

“Such a pretty reaction, feel good? Are you going to behave now?” He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. His tongue brushing across your lip, you open your mouth, moaning as his tongue brushes yours. He pulls away, waiting for your response.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Please, can I have more?”

“What are you going to say if you keep acting like a good girl?” He bumps your nose with his pointer finger, chuckling as he does it.

“Thank you, sir”

“Good girl” he kisses down your neck. His hand leaving your pussy, you whimper. He slowly pulls down your thong. You lift your hips for him as he pulls them down your thighs, down to your ankles. He throws them on the floor, looking down at you.

“Beg to thank me princess, beg me to make you feel good…”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for making me feel good”

“Good girl, say please, and I’ll give you more…”

“Please, sir”

“Say the words, beg me to make you feel good, and I’ll give you what you want…”

“Please, sir. Please make me feel good.”

“Such a good girl, behaving so well…”

“Ohh”

“Come on, be a good girl. Beg me for more…” He pushes up your thighs to your chest. You feel so exposed as his hands squeeze and massage your sensitive thighs. He looks down to see your arousal. He hums, leaning down to gather it with his fingers, coating your pussy in your slick. You gasp, feeling his fingers brush your entrance.

“Ahh..nnn…please, can I have your fingers, sir?”

“Good girl, say please if you want my fingers.” Your breath hitched, feeling his finger teasing your entrance, then trail up over your clit, then back down again.

“Please sir”

“Where do you want my fingers?” He leans down to kiss up the back of your thighs, nipping, sucking hard to leave marks.

“Inside” You moan, feeling his tongue soothing the marks he left behind.

“Inside where? Can’t have you being that vague…” He teases, getting his damn kicks from hearing you be so pathetic for him. He continues to kiss your inner thighs, his fingers brushing, and rubbing your clit.

“Me”

“Say it princess…” He whispers against your skin, not even bothering to look up at you as he worships you.

“Can I have your fingers inside me? Please, sir”

“What do you say first?” He looks up at you, continuing to bite your thighs.

“Thank you…”

“That’s right, thank me. Be a good girl for me…”

“Thank you, sir”

“Such a good girl…behaving so well…what are you needing right now, princess…?” His eyes watching how you as he kisses, licks, and bites your thighs. His fingers at your entrance, teasing around it. He’s not giving you what you want, not yet.

“Your mouth and fingers, sir.” You blushed when you said it. He looks down at your core, he slides a finger in. He looks back up at you to see your head turning into your arm. He curls his finger, keeping a slow pace as he rubs your g-spot.

“You’re so cute, are you begging for them, sweet girl?”

Please, can I have your mouth and fingers, sir? Please” Your response is breathless. He adds another finger, your walls clench around him.

“Good girl, is that all you want?” He tilts his head in a condescending manner. He can see just how badly you need him.

“And you..”

“You want me?” The smirk grows on his face.

“Yes, sir”

“Say it. Say you need me, beg me for what you want…”The eagerness in his tone is evident that he is wanting to hear just how badly you need him as.

“First, I want you to eat me, and finger me. I want all of you. Please, sir” His fingers pick up the pace, you moan as he works that spot again.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Don’t forget to thank me for making this cunt feel so good.”

“Please, sir. Thank you, sir!” You cry out, feeling yourself getting close.

“There we go, say it again. Be a good girl, beg me for it…”

“Please, sir.” Your voice sounds so desperate. His fingers feel so fucking good.

“Say exactly what you want…” he smirks, biting his lip as he watches his fingers disappear and reappear from your pussy.

“Please, eat me and finger me, then may I have you, sir? Please?” You beg, you need it. You want him so bad, you don’t have an ounce of regret.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

“I’ve been good, please, sir” You tug at the silk ties, wanting so badly to touch him as he settles down between your thighs again. You lift your head up to see him looking up at you as he kisses your core. You’re overwhelmed, whimpering as he removes his fingers from you.

“That’s right, you’ve been a good girl.” He says in a low tone, you’re begging for anything he’d give you.He locks eyes with her as he licks up your cunt. You gasp, tugging once again at the ties.

“You want me, don’t you?” He says as he nuzzles against your pussy, dragging his tongue up.

“Y-Yes”

“Beg some more, let me know how badly you need this.” His fingers return, building up that delicious pace.

“Mmm..please, need your fingers too and your mouth…please, sir”

“My good girl, you beg so well. ”He snickers, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck”

“Come on princess…keep begging for me as I finger this beautiful cunt. My cunt.”

“I…mmm, fuck”

He chuckles, pulling away from you He gets off the bed, smirking. You’re a wanton, dripping mess. He has you exactly where he wants you.

“What..” You stare up at him in disbelief.

“You’re going to sit, and wait as long as I want. When you beg me properly, I’ll give you what you need, got it, y/n?” He backs away, loving how desperate you are.

“Are you kidding me?! Noah!!!”

“That’s what you get for not saying what I want to hear…” He smirks. He walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“You fucking asshole!! Noah!” You thrash against the silk ties, your heart is pounding. You can’t get away. You’re fucked. Oh god, so fucked.

(OH MY GOD AHHHH DON’T HATE ME)

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[spamsmcgee]

I Put a Spell on You

-> I Put a Spell on You from Hocus Pocus

Yuki Tsunoda x the short alt reader face claim: Jenna Ortega

In honor of the Belgian Yoints, enjoy some post race celebration fluff. Referencing some spice, but not nsfw.

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yourinstagram weekend fits babe 🖤

yukitsunoda0511 I do still think you should wear more AlphaTauri gear

yourinstagram As long as it isn’t another neon pink

alphataurif1 We’ll see what we can do 👀

formulawhat Yuki can you fight?

userrrrrr Didn’t think Yuki would be into that

yourinstagram tbh neither did I

You watched from the garages. A promising p11 qualifying led to a very loud garage. Mechanics around you holding their breaths, jumping with every overtake. By the time lap 40 rolled around you had been crouched on your chair, fingers crossed and eyes trained on the screens.

The last lap closed out, with Yuki taking home the point. Mechanics swarmed him as he pulled into the garage. As soon as he could tear his helmet off you had all but jumped into his arms. He held onto you before the two of you were ushered out and towards the media pens.

Your arm tossed over his shoulder, his held your waist close.

The two of you walked on, being led by officials to the media pens. You would hang back, watching as he would chat on about his points finish. As usual, post race media took way too long. Before his interviews were even done he had grabbed you by the hand, holding you close to his side as he spoke to Will Buxton.

It took entirely too long before the two of you made it back to his motor home, and even longer before the two of you had settled into his bed after the more interesting post race celebrations.

His hair brushed against your nose as he pushed himself up to lay on your chest. His hands buried themselves under the oversized band shirt you had changed into, massaging your sides in a half asleep haze.

A soft groan left him as you raked your own hands through his hair. Sure, you just had to get his hair out of your nose, but it did evolve into brushing through his hair as you looked down at him.

His eyes moved under closed lids.

“What’re you thinking about?” You asked, moving his head up to face you with a finger under his chin.

With his eyes still closed he moved a hand to your face, cupping your cheek while still rubbing on your side with his free hand. “You,” he said before finally opening his eyes back up.

Your hand found it’s way back into his hair, “what about me?”

“Let’s get married.”

You laughed it off. You knew well enough that whenever he came off of that post race adrenaline he was always more affectionate. The way he looked at you had you melting inside. Those brown eyes glowing in the dim light of the motorhome. Windows shielded by blackout curtains save for a sliver of sunlight peeking through to perfectly reflect that deep brown in the warmest way.

Those brown eyes that always looked best in the dusk hours when the sun starts to set. However the sun wouldn’t set for another few hours, the simulated darkness would do.

“I’m serious,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper as he pulled himself closer to your face. His nose brushing against yours, breath against your face. “You can pick out your ring, I’ll take you anywhere.”

His lips caught yours in a slow progression. Lazy, after the high speed day the two of you had thus far. You responded between long, drawn out kisses. He wouldn’t let you get away with more than one or two words before catching you again.

“I want,”

“Propose to me”

He only nodded, continuing his unspoken praises. The fire he might have had some twenty minutes before had died down into a low simmer that professed his love for you between every kiss. Time would drag on, for maybe a minute more, before he planted a quick kiss on your nose. Another to your cheek. And one on your neck as he settled against you to finally pass out from the day.

Leaving you to once again brush through his hair, and stare down at him. Taking in that face. The face you could get used to waking up with every morning. Doing taxes and folding laundry with. The face you could never live without. The whole thing.

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yukitsunoda0511 So happy for p10, glad to get points before summer break. Always thank you yourinstagram for being here for me, and always feeding me after races. Now to rest up for the next half of the season 👍👍

yourinstagram that’s my mans 😩😩

yukitsunoda0511 And your mom says she doesn’t like me

yourmom Yuki!! You know you’re my favorite!

f1fannn Oh Yuki definitely got laid after this

formulawhat they’re basically Morticia and Gomez, he would’ve gotten some if he dnfed

f1fannn You right, did you see the way he was looking at her during the post race show?

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Prompt || Bucky is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Reader’s name on purpose. — Requested by @aquariusbarnes <3

Pairing || Beefy!Barista!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

There were two reasons for you to regularly visit the little coffee shop around the corner from where you lived—one; the coffee was the best you’d ever had, and two; Bucky. The handsome and adorable barista that was to die for.

The aroma of delicious coffee as you walked into the shop hit you just as hard as the beautiful grin that spread across his face when he saw you, along with his eyes crinkling when he smiled brightly.

You felt so flustered and shy as you walked over to the counter. His intense gaze made you feel all fuzzy inside. Warming you up from the chilling weather outside you had just come from.

There was no line, and the place was not that crowded today, which meant the interaction with him while you ordered didn’t have to be rushed, and you could bask in the sweet and awkward spark between you two.

“Hey, Bucky,” you timidly uttered as you peeked at him underneath your lashes.

“Hey, you! How was work today?”

“O-oh, it was ok. Long, but ok. I have a few errands to run now before I go home.”

“I’m assuming you want the usual then? To go?” He beamed with a lopsided smile, already typing in your order for you to pay with that 10% off he always gave you.

“Yes, please. A large one.”

“You got it,” he nodded and picked up a paper cup. His tongue poked up slightly in concentration as he scribbled down on it, making you chuckle inaudibly at how such a beefy and broad guy could be so adorable.

You and he chatted casually with a few sweet, awkward pauses here and there while he went around behind the counter to make your drink.

“Here you go, doll.” Your fingers brushed as you took the cup from him, making a flow of sparks tingle its way through your nerves.

“T-thank you, Bucky.”

You wished you could stay longer, have your drink in the shop and secretly watch him work, falling more and more in love with the charming guy, but you had to leave, which made your heart ache incredibly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He questioned, a hint of hope laced in his tone, making your insides flutter.

“Y-yeah, I’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Awesome! I’ll see you then, doll.”

“Bye, Bucky.” You gave him a shy wave, as did he.

Once you were outside, you took a sip of the coffee. The delicious liquid instantly warmed you and made you feel loved and whole. You moaned when you took another sip.

You turned the cup to look at the little message he had written for you. He always wrote you something sweet and corny.

“I hope this coffee warms and brightens you up just like you make a whole room feel when you walk into it. Have a lovely rest of your day.”

And below it, as expected, your name, but spelled slightly wrong.

It made you chuckle because you knew he did it on purpose since it had taken you a few times to learn his name. You blame it on being so nervous around him since he was so godly handsome, but you would never admit to that. So this was kind of his sweet and teasing revenge on you, and you didn’t mind one bit. It had become your little thing together.

Your mood became somber when you realised that it would almost go a full 24 hours until you would be back in your favourite little coffee shop—your heart already longing for its warm and cozy vibes and the handsome and adorable barista that worked there.

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Would anyone be interested in joining the Discord server that Natalia aka @/tyyrants and I set up ages ago? It was a good laugh chatting there during the 2021 summer shows, all scrabbling around trying to find grainy fan pics whilst the shows were on and crying over Van’s hair 😂

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