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songbirdseung · 1 year ago

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mr. green flag / park jongseong

synopsis: after dating the wrong guys, you wanted to give up love and relationships. although, a man named park jongseong changed things for you.

pairing: nonidol!jay x nonidol!yn

warnings: cheating, red flag boyfriends, love triangles, cuss words

The bartender was most likely your best friend now since you basically came to the bar every week or two. Crying over a guy who definitely not worth your tears and time. But the bartender was very understanding of your situation and tried his very best to provide comfort and reassurance.

You found out his name was Terry. He's been working at the bar as his second job just to make extra money. Such a nice genuine guy, someone you wish you could date but for some reason, the universe hated your guts, or you just did so horrible in your past life that you need to be punished in this life.

"Okay, last one for tonight. You still got to drive yourself home" he slides your drink towards you with a serious but caring look on his face. "When are you going to break up with that douchebag?" all the arrows pointed to breaking up with him, but since you were so blinded, you couldn't just let him go. As stupid as it was, you loved him despite all the foolish and childish things he has done to you.

"I love you; I do. But I hate seeing you walk through the door with a frown on your face and tears running down your face. It's time you be single or date a good guy" terry doesn't know how many times he had already said these things to you, but he has to remind you every time.

On the drive home, you were dreading it. What if you open the door to your shared apartment with your boyfriend and see him banging another girl? why did you have to be so stupid and such a coward, why couldn't you just say the words "let's break up" or "I'm done" then follow up with a "get out of my apartment" then be over with it.

Luckily for you, the universe wanted to be a little bit kinder to you, you opened the door to your apartment and no, your boyfriend wasn't hooking up with someone. But you knew, he probably already did earlier in the day. As you make your way into the kitchen to drink some medicine and water, you receive a text from terry.

terry: don't forget what I said earlier, you can't say you forgot because we both know you're not drunk.

You sigh and head to your bedroom where your boyfriend is playing video games. You turn on the light and he immediately spin around in his chair and starts yelling at how you disrupted his game.

This is it; you just have to do it. Just say the words yn. "I'm breaking up you, by tomorrow morning, I expect you to be out of this house and my life."

That was a whole month ago, now you were currently single and moving on. Instead of being at the bar with terry, you were at the mall. "I'm proud of you yn, it's been a month and from what I've notice, you're doing great" you smile and nod, "I honestly did not know where the confidence came from when I broke up with him."

You recall all the times you got broken up with by your past 2 boyfriends. they all treated you the way your 3rd boyfriend did. Realizing that all these three, when you started dating them, they would put up a persona, a facade as if they were good guys and they would treat you the way you deserved. They promised things that turned to be absolutely bullshit and empty promises. Then down the road, they would slowly show their true colors and behaviors.

"Maybe I'm meant to be single, maybe i should just give up on relationships" terry listens to your rants and future goals. Listing down all the things you want to do now since you were free from manipulators and controlling men. "Who knows, Mr. right is just around the corner" he pretends to look around, but you miss the real intention or message behind that remark from terry.

Relationships and love were now long gone from your life, and you wanted it to stay that way. Being in those toxic and shitty relationships, you lost yourself. Now it was time to bring that lively and passionate girl back. to do so, old passions, goals, dreams were revisited and worked on again. as months passed, the old you started to resurface. You felt happy, you felt like yourself.

Once day, you went to visit your family house, and in that house, there was a basement where your old stuff was placed in boxes. You placed them there so no one could mess with them and for your old room to be used for whenever they had guest over. Looking through your stuff, you reached over for your guitar that was in its case. The instrument that was your whole life. It was quite upsetting that whenever you would play guitar in your apartment, your ex would get mad at you, claiming how loud you were and how bad you were at playing. it caused you to stop and feel insecure over something you so sure of since you were little. You placed the guitar on your lap and started playing, you haven't played in a long time, but muscle memory was helping you so much.

You got back on your game, focusing on school and looking for a part time job to earn money. You were spending so much time with yourself, you forgot to spend quality time with your friends too. You had terry, chaeryoung, and jake. You weren't a group, but you used to hang out with them separately.

Putting down the paint brush and picking up the disregarded phone on the floor, you dial jake's number. After a few rings he picks up with a sassy but not serious tone. "You remember I exist huh, yn?" you laugh in an apology and ask him if he wants to go out. To which he agrees and tells you he'd be there to pick you up in 15 minutes.

Jake and you go way back, you met him in Australia when you were on vacation. Everyone in your family were appreciating the view as they were sight-seeing. But you were more interested in the golden border collie that was staring back at you and wagging her tail as you made grabby hands at her. Only being 10 years old, your parents didn't let you go anywhere unsupervised, so they kept a tight hold on you, but you just had to pet the cute puppy. With enough wiggling out of their grasp and run away. "Hi, can i pet your puppy?" looking up at the lady who was holding the leash. She gives you the green light and starts asking you questions. "what's your name?" "Where are your parents?" "How old are you?" obviously, you answered her with respect. later, a young boy, who seems to be the son of the lady comes up and says hi. A very friendly boy with an Australian accent asks you if you wanna be friends.

That's where it all began. it was a long-distance friendship, not until jake decided to go back to Korea. You two have been glued to each other's hip since then, he was there for you for everything, for the good and bad. he's seen all the men you'd dated and unlike terry who was the "good cop", jake was the "bad cop" telling you how it was and even if it had to be said in the harshest way, he'd say it. When you told him you ended your recent relationship, happy was an understatement with how Jake felt.

Today, he still is your best friend. "Jake, stop letting me win, it ain't fun that way" stern look on your face as you stare at your best friend who is standing by the goal post. "I'm not, you're just really good" he shrugs his shoulders with that award winning smile. "you're not even moving; you're not even blocking the ball" you whine as you walk up to him.

The whole day was probably spent with Jake, it was getting dark, and it was time to part ways. or so you thought. Jake comes back to you after taking a call from a friend. "Hey, my friend Sunghoon called me saying how he has two extra tickets to that movie we were just talking about, you wanna go?" saying yes, you alert your parents with a text, letting them know you'll be home late.

On the way Jake opens up the topic of romance, asking for an update. "you're not seeing any losers, aren't you?" he chuckles, and he looks at the sour face you made. "No, I'm going to stay single for a long time" emphasize on the word long.

The whole time, you just thought that it would be the three of you, that you only had to meet Sunghoon. But no, you were standing there, with maybe the most good-looking guy you have ever seen. Jake would probably disagree and say it was him. Once you arrive and jake found Sunghoon, you immediately greet him and share banter, then another guy comes from the bathroom and greets you as well.

"Hi, I'm jay. You must be jake's friend he keeps complaining about." He jokes, and when he smiled, you might have just melted, he turns to Sunghoon, and you saw how sharp his jawline was. He was incredibly handsome that it makes you question if you should really give up on love or not.

"What do you mean, complaining...jake?!" you slap jake's arm and face your whole body towards him. "What have you been saying to them?!" you kept slapping his arm until he stops laughing and taking a hold of you. "I tell them how crazily stupid you are when it comes to dating and how I am tired of trying to save your ass yn" he explained while laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"If I was dating you, I think I'd be the one crazily in love" jay speaks and it makes your mind literally stop working, the cogs in your brain stopped and malfunctioned. "Damn you just met her, and you're already smitten?" Sunghoon chuckles and shakes his head, leading you all towards the room where the movie was going to play.

As the movie played, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, his profile illuminated by the flickering light of the screen. Each time your eyes met, a playful smile danced on his lips, igniting a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the theater's heating.

When the credits finally rolled, and the lights brightened, Jay turned to you with a grin. "Well, that was a rollercoaster," he remarked, his voice light with amusement. You chuckled in agreement, feeling a sense of ease settle between you. "Definitely kept us on the edge of our seats," you replied, matching his playful tone.

Stepping out into the cool evening air, the bustling chatter of the crowd surrounding you faded into the background as you and Jay fell into conversation. It was effortless, as if you'd known each other for years rather than mere hours. You found yourselves sharing anecdotes, swapping stories, and delving into shared interests with an enthusiasm that felt electric.

"So, what's your favorite movie of all time?" Jay asked, his eyes alight with curiosity as he turned to you. You paused, considering his question with a thoughtful expression. "Hmm, tough one," you mused, a smile quirking at the corners of your lips. "But if I had to choose, I'd say 'Inception.' The whole concept of dreams within dreams just blows my mind."

Jay nodded, his own smile widening. "Ah, a fellow fan of mind-bending plots," he replied, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I'm more of a 'Shawshank Redemption' guy myself. Can't beat a classic."

As you continued to chat and laugh together, the connection between you deepened, each shared moment cementing the bond that seemed to grow stronger with every passing second. It was a feeling unlike any you'd experienced before, a sense of belonging and understanding that left you yearning for more.

And as you walked side by side, the city lights casting a gentle glow upon your faces, you couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected encounter with Jay was just the beginning of something truly extraordinary.

After the movie, as you all parted ways, Jay lingered, asking if you'd like to grab a coffee sometime. His smile was genuine, his eyes kind, and in that moment, you felt a glimmer of hope stir within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was something worth exploring beyond the scars of your past relationships.

As you said goodbye to Jay and watched him walk away with a quickening heart, Jake nudged you playfully. "Well, well, looks like someone's got a fan," he teased, grinning mischievously.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Shut up, Jake," you replied, nudging him back. But deep down, you couldn't deny the warmth that Jay's presence had ignited within you, a flicker of possibility in a heart once shrouded in doubt.

In the days that followed your encounter with Jay, your mind became consumed with swirling doubts and questions, overshadowing the initial excitement and warmth you felt in his presence. Despite the undeniable chemistry and the effortless connection you shared, the scars of past heartbreaks loomed large, casting a shadow of uncertainty over your burgeoning feelings.

As you went about your daily routine, thoughts of Jay lingered in the back of your mind, a constant presence that refused to be ignored. You found yourself replaying your conversations, analyzing every word and gesture, searching for signs of hidden agendas or red flags that might betray his true intentions.

"What if I'm just setting myself up for another disappointment?" you whispered to yourself, the weight of past betrayals heavy on your shoulders. The fear of being hurt again, of having your trust shattered and your heart broken, threatened to suffocate the budding hope that had dared to take root in your chest.

You confided in your closest friends, seeking their advice and perspective on the situation. Terry offered words of encouragement, reminding you of your resilience and strength in overcoming past obstacles. "Don't let fear dictate your happiness," he urged, his voice gentle but firm. "Take a chance, yn. You deserve to find love again, and Jay might just be the one to help you rediscover it."

But despite Terry's reassurances, the nagging doubts persisted, gnawing at your confidence and filling your mind with endless what-ifs. What if history were to repeat itself? What if Jay turned out to be just like the others, another heartbreaker in disguise?

As you tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluding you in the late hours of the night, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gripped your heart. The prospect of opening yourself up to love once more felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a delicate balance between hope and fear that left you teetering on the edge of indecision.

With a sigh, you sank into the soft cushions, the weight of your worries pressing heavily upon you. "I just... I don't know what to do, Chaeryoung," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so afraid of getting hurt again, of making the same mistakes I've made in the past."

Chaeryoung listened attentively, her gaze unwavering as she reached out to gently grasp your hand in hers. "I understand, yn," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But you can't let the fear of the past dictate your future. Sometimes, taking a chance on love means embracing the possibility of heartache, knowing that the journey is worth the risk."

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as Chaeryoung's words struck a chord deep within you. "But what if I'm not strong enough to handle it?" you whispered, the fear of vulnerability threatening to consume you.

Chaeryoung squeezed your hand reassuringly, her expression filled with unwavering support. "You are stronger than you know, yn," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "And you don't have to face this alone. I'll be here for you every step of the way, no matter what happens."

The day of your coffee date with Jay arrived, and despite the lingering doubts that still gnawed at the edges of your mind, you found yourself determined to embrace the opportunity with an open heart. As you stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down your outfit and running a nervous hand through your hair, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mingled with trepidation.

When you arrived, Jay was already there, waiting patiently at a table near the window with a warm smile on his lips. As you approached, his eyes lit up with genuine delight, and you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks at the sight of him.

"Hey, yn, I'm so glad you could make it," Jay said, rising from his seat to greet you with a friendly hug. "You look amazing."

You returned his smile with a shy grin of your own, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly at his easygoing demeanor. "Thanks, Jay," you replied, feeling a surge of gratitude for his kindness and understanding.

As you settled into your seats and engaged in conversation, you found yourself swept away by Jay's charm and wit, his easy laughter and genuine interest in getting to know you better putting you at ease. With each passing moment, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you began to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of connection and possibility that left you breathless with anticipation.

Midway through the date, as the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jay, you found yourself laughing at his animated retelling of a recent mishap at work. His eyes sparkled with amusement, his infectious laughter filling the air and drawing a smile to your lips.

"You wouldn't believe it," Jay exclaimed, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted the comical series of events. "I swear, if it weren't for my quick thinking, we would have been knee-deep in paperwork!"

You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, I'm glad you were able to save the day," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from the twinkle in Jay's eyes. "Sounds like you're quite the hero."

Jay grinned, his dimples deepening as he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, you have no idea," he teased, his voice laced with playful exaggeration. "I've got a cape and everything."

The two of you shared a laugh, the tension easing between you as you basked in the warmth of each other's company. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more comfortable and at ease with Jay, the initial nerves of the date fading into the background as you lost yourself in the easy banter and shared laughter.

And as you shared another round of laughter with Jay, the doubts and insecurities that had once clouded your mind seemed to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of hope and possibility that whispered of new beginnings and endless horizons. With a smile on your lips and a lightness in your heart, you leaned in closer to Jay, eager to savor every moment of this unexpected journey that had brought you together.

As the evening drew to a close and the coffee shop began to empty out, you and Jay found yourselves lingering at your table, reluctant to part ways just yet. The easy conversation and shared laughter had created a bond between you that felt both comforting and exhilarating, leaving you reluctant to let the night end.

As you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave, Jay rose from his seat and offered you a warm smile. "Well, yn, I had a really great time tonight," he said sincerely, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle warmth that sent a flutter of excitement through your chest.

You returned his smile, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you for the unexpected connection you had shared. "I did too, Jay," you replied, your voice soft with sincerity. "Thank you for such a wonderful evening."

As you made your way outside, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting embrace, Jay walked beside you in easy silence, his presence a reassuring presence at your side. The streets were quiet now, the bustling city fading into the background as you walked side by side, lost in your own thoughts.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face Jay, feeling a mixture of reluctance and anticipation swirling within you. "Well, this is me," you said with a hesitant smile, gesturing to the entrance of your building.

Jay nodded, his expression softening with a hint of regret. "Yeah, it is," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I wish we could stay out here all night."

You chuckled softly, feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodbye so soon. "Me too," you admitted, your heart heavy with the weight of impending separation.

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you like a delicate thread. And then, without warning, Jay reached out to gently grasp your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

"I really want to kiss you right now, yn," Jay said softly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of longing and respect. "But I don't want to rush things. I want to take things slow, and I want to make sure you feel comfortable every step of the way."

His words were like a balm to your weary heart, a reminder that not all men were like the ones who had hurt you in the past. And as you looked into Jay's eyes, you saw nothing but sincerity and kindness reflected back at you, filling you with a sense of warmth and gratitude that you hadn't felt in a long time.

With a grateful smile, you squeezed Jay's hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding and compassion. "Thank you, Jay," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I really appreciate that."

And as you stood there in the soft glow of the streetlights, the night stretching out before you like a canvas waiting to be painted, you knew that this unexpected encounter with Jay was just the beginning of a journey filled with hope, healing, and the promise of a love that was worth waiting for.

A few weeks had passed since your coffee date with Jay, and life had quickly resumed its hectic pace. Between work commitments, family obligations, and the occasional outing with friends, you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind of activity, the days blurring together in a haze of busyness and distraction.

Despite the outward appearance of normalcy, however, there was a lingering sense of restlessness that gnawed at the edges of your mind, a quiet unease that whispered of unresolved worries and unspoken fears. You had thrown yourself into your daily routines with a sense of determination and purpose, but beneath the surface, a part of you still felt adrift, searching for something elusive and intangible.

Your friends had noticed the change in you, their concerned glances and probing questions a constant reminder of the facade you had erected to shield yourself from their scrutiny. Terry, Chaeryoung, and Jake had all voiced their concerns, offering words of support and encouragement in their own unique ways, but you had brushed off their worries with a casual wave of your hand, insisting that you were fine and that there was nothing to be concerned about.

But deep down, you knew that wasn't entirely true. The truth was, you were struggling to keep up appearances, to maintain the facade of strength and resilience that you had carefully crafted to hide the vulnerability and uncertainty that lurked within. You were tired of pretending, tired of wearing a mask that no longer fit, but you didn't know how to let it go, how to break free from the chains that bound you to a life that felt increasingly hollow and unfulfilling.

It was on one such day, as you sat alone in your apartment, lost in a sea of thoughts and doubts, that there came a knock at your door. Startled from your reverie, you rose from your seat and made your way to the entrance, your heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Jay standing on the other side, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. "Hey, yn," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface. "Can I come in?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to explain the maelstrom of emotions that churned within you. But as you looked into Jay's eyes, you saw nothing but warmth and understanding reflected back at you, and you felt a sudden surge of gratitude for his unwavering support and compassion.

With a nod, you stepped aside to let Jay into your apartment, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. As he took a seat beside you on the couch, you felt a sense of relief wash over you at the prospect of finally opening up to someone who truly cared.

For a long moment, the two of you sat in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant rumble of traffic outside. And then, at last, Jay spoke, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"yn, I've noticed that you've been… distant lately," he began, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "And I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Is everything okay?"

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke off your words. But before you could reply, Jay reached out to gently grasp your hand in his, his touch a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions that raged within you.

"You don't have to pretend with me, yn," Jay said softly, his voice filled with quiet understanding. "Whatever you're going through, whatever you're feeling… I'm here for you. You don't have to face it alone."

And in that moment, as you looked into Jay's eyes and saw the depth of his sincerity and compassion, you knew that you had found someone worth opening up to, someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

With a grateful smile, you squeezed Jay's hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at the prospect of finally sharing your burdens with someone who truly cared. And as you began to open up to Jay, pouring out your fears and insecurities with a vulnerability you had never shown anyone before, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and optimism for the future.

In the days and weeks that followed, you found solace in the unwavering support and understanding of Jay, who stood by your side through every twist and turn of your journey. With his encouragement and guidance, you began to confront the demons of your past, slowly but surely breaking free from the chains that had bound you for so long.

Together, you navigated the highs and lows of life, sharing laughter and tears, triumphs and setbacks, as you embarked on a journey of self-discovery and healing. With Jay's love and support, you found the strength to confront your fears and insecurities head-on, embracing the challenges that lay before you with courage and resilience.

As your relationship with Jay blossomed and deepened, you found yourself constantly amazed by his thoughtfulness and consideration. Jay seemed to possess an innate understanding of your needs and boundaries, effortlessly navigating the intricacies of your heart with a sensitivity and empathy that left you feeling cherished and valued.

One evening, as you curled up on the couch together, lost in the pages of a book, Jay reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch light and tender against your skin. You looked up to find him gazing at you with an expression of quiet adoration, his eyes filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter with affection.

Without a word, Jay leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin in a silent promise of love and devotion. And in that moment, as you felt the weight of his affection wash over you like a soothing balm, you knew with a certainty that this was where you belonged, in the arms of a man who loved you unconditionally, flaws and all.

In the days and weeks that followed, Jay continued to show his affection in the small but meaningful ways that spoke volumes of his love for you. Whether it was leaving notes of encouragement tucked into your lunch bag, surprising you with your favorite meal after a long day, or simply wrapping you in a warm embrace when you needed it most, Jay's gestures never failed to brighten your day and fill your heart with joy.

But what touched you most deeply was the way Jay always respected your boundaries and comfort levels, never pushing you to do anything you weren't ready for or comfortable with. Instead, he met you where you were, showering you with love and affection in the ways that felt most natural and comfortable to you.

And as you snuggled close to Jay on the couch, his arms wrapped protectively around you, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the man who had come into your life and filled it with so much love and happiness. With Jay by your side, you knew that you were truly blessed, and you vowed to cherish every moment you shared together, knowing that the love you had found was a rare and precious gift that would last a lifetime.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you found yourself growing stronger and more confident with each passing day, no longer defined by the scars of your past but by the boundless possibilities of your future.

In Jay, you found not only a lover but a confidant, a partner who shared your hopes and dreams, fears and insecurities, and who stood by your side through thick and thin. Together, you forged a bond that was stronger than any obstacle, a love that transcended the trials and tribulations of life.

One evening, as you sat together on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon in a blaze of fiery colors, you found yourselves lost in conversation, sharing your deepest thoughts and feelings with a vulnerability and honesty that only strengthened the bond between you.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you, yn," Jay said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Someone who truly understands me, who accepts me for who I am, flaws and all."

You turned to look at Jay, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I feel the same way, Jay," you replied, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "You've shown me a kind of love and acceptance that I never knew was possible, and for that, I'm eternally grateful."

As you sat together in companionable silence, the soft murmur of the city below providing a soothing backdrop to your conversation, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm blanket. With Jay by your side, you knew that you could weather any storm that came your way, knowing that his love and support would always be there to guide you through.

And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, casting their gentle glow upon you both, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Jay's lips, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had come into your life and filled it with so much joy and happiness. With Jay by your side, you knew that anything was possible, and you vowed to cherish every moment you shared together, knowing that your love was a bond that would last a lifetime.

And as you looked towards the horizon, your heart filled with gratitude for the unexpected twists and turns that had led you to this moment, you knew that with Jay by your side, the future held endless promise and possibility.

With a smile on your lips and a lightness in your heart, you stepped forward into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited you, knowing that as long as you had Jay by your side, you could weather any storm that came your way.

And so, as the sun set on one chapter of your life and rose on the next, you took Jay's hand in yours, ready to embark on a new journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

For in Jay, you had found not only a partner but a soulmate, a kindred spirit who had walked through fire and brimstone to stand by your side, and for that, you would be eternally grateful.

And as you walked hand in hand into the sunset, the echoes of your laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of the wind, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

And so, with hearts full of hope and love, you stepped forward into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited you, knowing that as long as you had each other, the future held endless promise and possibility.

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handful0fteeth · 9 months ago

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so fragile (it's getting me off)

stranger kinks 3: boot worship

summary: you flirted with a boy at a party in front of billy, and he's going to make sure he doles out the proper punishment.

pairings: billy hargrove x fem!reader

warnings: smut, minors DNI, explicit language, a lot of dirty talk, heavy degradation, roughness, mean dom!billy, sub!reader, edgeplay, face slapping, safewords, color system, possessiveness, honestly prolly more than a lil toxic but don't worry abt it

words: 3.7k words

You wish Billy didn’t smoke Newports.

You wish he didn’t smoke at all, to be fair – you hate how the stench of it sticks to his curls and clothes, and you especially hate the taste that lingers in his mouth after he finishes a cigarette. You’ve remarked on it many times, usually after you’ve abruptly ended a kiss because it was like licking an ashtray. His response was always the same: a roll of his eyes and a snide, “Don’t be such a baby.”

There’s something particularly foul about Newports, though, at least to you. Their odor is pungent, sharper, more determined to crawl all the way up your nose and get comfortable there so you can’t stop smelling them for hours. You think that maybe if Billy wasn’t puffing away on Newports right now, you’d be slightly less humiliated by your current predicament.

Slightly.

“I didn’t say you could slow down,” he murmurs, barely flicking his eyes in your direction. Like you’re not worth the effort it’d take to tilt his head down to look at you, straddling his leg, skirt hiked up over your hips, cunt grinding down on the toe of his boot. You huff.

“My legs are tired.” They’re on fucking fire, more like. You don’t know how long you’ve been at this, only that the crickets surrounding Billy’s porch have started to chirp louder from the time you began, and the sky has ripened from a hazy, humid navy blue, thick with the promise of summer rain, to solid black. Sweat beads at your hairline and drips smoothly down the curve of your spine; the spots you’ve been gripping for purchase on Billy’s jeans are dark with your perspiration.

“Don’t care.” He takes a long final drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out in the crystal ashtray beside him. The butt hasn’t been smoldering for all of thirty seconds before Billy reaches for his pack and shakes out a new one, sliding it between his teeth and cupping a hand around the end as he flicks his lighter.

“I’m sorry,” you say for the millionth time tonight. The cherry of Billy’s cigarette glows as he inhales deeply, and his free hand darts out to grip your face. You gasp, an action you almost immediately regret because he leans down and blows smoke directly into your open mouth.

His laughter echoes into the night as you sputter and cough, and as much as it infuriates you, your pussy throbs in response to his blatant disrespect, and so you grit your teeth and dig your forehead into his knee as your hips rock faster on his boot.

This is your punishment. Earlier tonight, at a party one of Billy’s “friends” (you’re not sure if the man could forge a genuine friendship if his life depended on it) was throwing, some random drunk guy made it his mission to get your phone number. Billy hadn’t shown up yet, and frankly, you were mad at him anyway – you can’t remember why now, thanks to the lust and embarrassment forming a near-impenetrable fog in your brain – so you entertained him. You were never actually going to give the guy your number; you simply liked the attention, and the knowledge that you were doing something that would make Billy lose his mind so blatantly was thrilling.

Until it wasn’t.

Until Billy snuck up behind you, a solid mass at your back smelling of Newports and rosemary and musk, one hand tangling itself so deep within your hair that when he pulled, it brought tears to your eyes, and he smiled that smile at you that only meant one thing: You are fucked.

He’d watched you half-assedly flirt with the drunken guy for about five minutes before deciding to interrupt, and that five minutes was enough to get him so worked up you could practically feel the anger rolling off of him in waves as he held you taut, eyes bright and shockingly cold, the curl of his lips feline in its threatening nature. It was like a warning, an assurance that if you weren’t in public, he’d have ripped your throat out right there with those gleaming white teeth.

Instead, he brusquely excused the pair of you and led you outside, his grip unwavering and his forearm so stiff against your back you felt a bit like a ventriloquist dummy being puppeteered through the sparse front lawn. The apologies tumbled from your mouth like rocks down a cliffside, but it was as if he didn’t hear you. Or, more accurately, he outright ignored you. Once the prying eyes of his peers were gone, Billy’s carefully contrived façade melted like candle wax until all that was left was this beautiful, blank-faced column of rage that pinned you against the door of his car so hard you knew you’d have bruises.

“The fuck was that?” he spat, and you opened your mouth to answer, but clearly, it was a rhetorical question because he slapped a hand over your lips before they could produce a single sound.

“I’m not around for five minutes and you’re already trying to give it away to some Hawkins hillbilly? Seriously, Y/N? Acting like you don’t belong to anyone, like I don’t fucking exist? What, I don’t give you enough attention so you wanna slut out for a fucking hick, is that it?”

You tried to shake your head no, and Billy laughed, a humorless, terrifying sound.

“Really? Sure seemed like it to me. He touch you?”

You made a small, squeaky sound and shook your head again.

“Good. Glad you at least know better than that. ‘Cause this?” He shoved his other hand beneath your skirt, cupping you through your panties and grinding the heel of his hand into your clit hard enough to make you yelp. “This is mine. Do you understand me? Fucking mine.”

He lifted his palm from your mouth, giving you silent permission to speak again, and, hoping to appease him, you tilted your head down and gazed up at him reproachfully through your lashes. “Yes, Sir,” you said softly, watching satisfaction flicker briefly in his eyes.

“Oh, now I’m Sir? A few minutes ago it seemed like you barely even remembered I existed, but suddenly I’m Sir again, huh?”

“I-I’m sorry, I…it won’t happen again, I promise.”

“No, it won’t. Because I’m gonna spend the rest of the night making sure it doesn’t. Now get in the fucking car.”

You didn’t even get two steps onto his front porch before Billy stopped you, tossed his Newports pack and lighter onto a rounded table, slumped into a wicker chair in front of you, and ordered you to kneel.

“You wanna act like a slut, then you’re gonna be treated like one,” he said, but when you instinctively went for the buckle of his belt, he swatted your hands away and forced you back on your haunches.

“You think you get my cock after how you acted tonight? That’s like rewarding a puppy for pissing on the carpet. And you, Y/N, were a bad puppy, so you won’t be getting a treat. Not for a long fucking time, and that’s if you’re lucky.”

The rough wood dug into your bare knees as you knelt, and Billy took his sweet time lighting up a cigarette and taking a few indulgent puffs before kicking out one leg as an offering. When you stared at him blankly, unsure of what he was implying – or perhaps hoping he wasn’t really saying what you thought he was saying – he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t act dumb. Hop on, slut.”

Now here you are – hurtling headlong toward an orgasm just from humping against your boyfriend’s boot. It’s humiliating. It’s the most degrading thing he’s ever had you do, and here you are, whining into his thigh and digging your nails into his jeans, huffing and so close, so fucking close, you’re gonna –

Thud.

Your ass hits the porch, a breeze whispering between your thighs before you’re fully aware of what just happened. Billy chuckles, tapping ash off his cigarette, brow heavy in shadow. His pupils have almost swallowed his irises whole, and his blackened gaze is like fire as it rakes hungrily up and down your body. “Don’t look so shocked. You think I can’t tell when you’re about to cum? Especially when you pant like that?” he asks. He shifts slightly on the chair, and the wet spot on his boot glistens as it catches the porch light.

You squeeze your thighs together, and your entire body flushes once you realize you have soaked your panties all the way through and your skin is sticky with arousal. “I…I wasn’t,” you lie, knowing full well if he’d given you ten more seconds, you would’ve exploded and probably woken up half the neighborhood.

“Sure. You lost that privilege the second you started talking to the douchebag at the party, slut. Back to work.”

“How much longer?” you grouse, purposefully slowing your movements so you don’t give away how pathetically eager you are to resume your task. Your thighs tremble and twitch beneath you as you situate your drooling cunt back on Billy’s boot, and you suck the gasp that threatens to spill out back in once the pressure and friction you need are restored. He doesn’t even have to tell you to keep going, not this time – your hips move of their own accord.

“Until I decide you’re done,” Billy answers. “Don’t be such a baby, like you’re not loving this.”

“I’m not,” you mumble, though the assertion rings hollow when Billy hitches his foot up slightly against your clit, and you moan. Motherfucker.

“You think that guy would be very impressed if he saw you right now?” he muses, taking a drag off his cigarette before setting it down on the edge of the ashtray. Smoke unfurls from the corners of his mouth as he grins down at you, making him look absolutely sinister. “Cause I don’t. I think he’d realize what a pathetic little whore you are and he’d laugh.”

The humiliation is almost enough to bring tears to your eyes. You duck your head again, teeth grinding behind trembling lips, but Billy snatches you by the cheeks again and makes you look at him. You brace for another cloud of smoke aimed at your face, but nothing comes – he just stares at you, long blond lashes twitching on lowered lids. His hand slides around to the left side of your face, cupping your cheek in his palm almost tenderly. As pissed off as you are, you can’t help but lean into his touch.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks, low enough that his voice is nearly drowned out by the hum of katydids around his porch.

“You.”

Crack!

Billy slaps you so hard across the face that if he weren’t cradling your head, it would’ve whipped to the side. You realize that’s why he’s holding you like this, so he can smack you silly without actually risking injury to your jaw or neck. The tears do fall this time, one or two slipping silently out of the corners of your eyes, and your cheek burns red hot from the force of the slap.

“What was that?” Billy asks, and you quickly realize your mistake.

“You, Sir,” you amend. The edge of his mouth quirks into a lazy grin, and he brushes a thumb over your stinging flesh.

“That’s right. Even when you’re being a fucking brat, you’re still mine. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Am I ever gonna catch you acting the way you did tonight again?”

You sniffle, shaking your head vehemently. “No, Sir, never. I promise. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Crack!

You cry out, and your pussy throbs as Billy brushes a lock of hair out of your face and laughs. “I didn’t hear you. You’re what?”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” you repeat pitifully. Fresh tears sluice down your face, dragging your eye makeup with them; your right cheek tingles fiercely, and the pain blends with the pleasure radiating from your cunt so sweetly that you almost beg Billy to hit you again. You don’t have to, though – you catch a glimpse of his hand out of your peripheral vision, swinging through the air so fast that it becomes a pale blur against the night, and pain sparks across your skin anew. The presence of your tears heightens the impact of his palm, and you can’t help but openly sob after the blow, eyes squeezing shut.

There’s a release in the pain, an odd kind of catharsis you’d only discovered once you and Billy had started dating. He was always rougher with you than your past boyfriends, but he never truly manhandled you until you’d begged him for it – quite literally begged, on your knees, with tears sparkling prettily in your eyes and your bottom lip pushed out in a pout. Billy teased out the masochist in you, little by little, until you drooled for the pain he inflicted just as much as the mind-numbing pleasure.

Your safeword is always there, an everpresent and ever-accepted option in case it all got to be too much, but you’ve come to enjoy the thrill of Billy toeing the line of your boundaries; he’s never stepped past it, and the way he rubs a tear away with the pad of his thumb before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head assures you that he won’t now.

“You gonna be good for me from now on?” he asks, lips moving against your hair.

“Yes, Sir,” you whimper.

The sound of Billy’s zipper coming undone makes your eyes snap wide open. You watch with reverence as he reaches into his jeans, leaning back and fishing his already hard cock out of his boxers. A moan rolls out of your mouth involuntarily as he wraps his fist around the thick, veiny shaft, stroking himself once before settling his grip at the base. He’s flushed dark red with arousal, and there’s pre-cum beading at the tip, and without thinking, without asking permission, you surge forward to lick it off.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Billy chides like he’s scolding a dog, forcing you into stillness by wrapping your hair around his free hand. He laughs, the sound breathy thanks to the steady pace he’s begun to jerk himself off at, and shakes his head.

“So greedy. Get off my fucking leg.”

You obey, a task which proves difficult to undertake with Billy’s fingers still curled against the nape of your neck, and before you can even think to question his command, your face is rushing down toward the porch. You cry out, convinced for a moment that you’re about to receive a mouthful of splinters, but Billy merely holds you down, back curved painfully and your legs tucked beneath your torso, nose inches from the ground. Then, his boot's brown, glistening toe is beneath your mouth.

“Clean it off,” he says. His voice is gravelly and tremulous, the way it always is when he’s being pleasured, and normally, you’d be the one giving him all that pleasure – but all you’re being offered is to lick your own slick off of his shoe. You want to scream with indignation, you want to rip your head from his hand and plant yourself on his cock, you want to selfishly rub your clit until you cum, you want so much you could cry right now. Humiliation roils in your stomach and scorches your nerves, inspiring tears to well in your eyes again.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Billy snarls. “You wanna lick the soles clean instead?”

Your nose scrunches in revulsion. “No, Sir.”

“Then do as I tell you, slut.”

Your safeword bubbles in the back of your throat, and you sniffle; a tear plops fatly on Billy’s boot before rolling off the edge. Just then, you feel his fingers lax the tiniest bit, and he bends toward you.

“Color?” You relax a little and chance a look up at him through wet lashes. He’s still mad; you can tell by how his jaw is set and the furrow in his brow, but his eyes scan yours dutifully, searching for anything you may not be able to verbalize. You swallow thickly.

“Yellow,” you croak. Please slow down. You hardly ever call yellow and have never had to call red before, but you’re so raw from what feels like hours of edging that everything is getting to be too much; the thrill you’ve come to crave has begun to sour. Your entire body is buzzing, but not in an entirely pleasant way – it’s more like the staticky feeling before you get shocked than it is euphoric tingling. So Billy nods almost imperceptibly and guides you back into a sitting position, fingers loosening until he’s gingerly cupping the base of your skull, and his head lolls to the side as he gazes at you. His cheeks have begun to flush, and perspiration glitters on the bit of his collarbone peeking out from beneath his collar, and he’s so fucking beautiful, even (or especially) when he’s being mean to you.

“You alright?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do we need to stop for the night?”

“No, Sir.” Your cunt aches at the thought.

Billy eyes you for a moment, fist still lazily working his shaft, and when he comes to a conclusion, he sights contentedly.

“You wanna be a good girl and cum on my boot, Y/N?”

Your heart leaps at the thought, and the irony is not lost on you. If he had asked you the same question earlier today, you’d have turned your nose up at him and scoffed. Now, it’s like he’s giving you the greatest gift you could ask for.

“Really?”

He nods. “You still don’t get my cock. I’m not budging on that. But I s’pose you’ve proven how sorry you are tonight. So maybe you deserve a little treat.”

His leg has barely brushed the inside of your thigh before you’re straddling it again, grinding with renewed fervor now that you know he’s going to show you mercy. He chuckles at your eagerness before stretching his arm back and pillowing his head with his free hand.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, “make yourself cum for me. You like when I reward you, huh, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” you moan, your voice already high and strained in your throat.

“You look so fuckin’ wrecked right now. Makeup’s all fucked, and you got that desperate look on your face, fuck. You like when I ruin you, huh?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” He knows how quickly you crumble when he talks dirty, and he always rambles when he’s close, so you dig your nails into his calf and rock your hips more insistently. Tension coils between your hips, tighter, tighter, impossibly tight until you’re right on the edge again, lashes fluttering as your eyes roll back and incapable of making a sound beyond pitiful little gasps between clenched teeth.

“That’s right, good girl, fucking cum for me –”

Just as the first throb of your orgasm reverberates through your core, Billy pushes your head forward and hooks his thumb into your mouth, forcing it open as thick, hot ropes of cum splatter against your face. You moan loudly and stick your tongue out further, trying to catch his release and only minimally succeeding. You shiver on his leg, cunt spasming and gushing slick into your panties, and Billy just laughs as he deliberately cums all over your face.

“Aww, there we go,” he purrs once he’s milked the last of his load from his softening cock. He shakes that hand out and flexes the fingers, while he uses the other to collect the cum dripping off your cheeks and smear it over your waiting tongue. “You look so much prettier with my cum all over your fuckin’ face.”

“Thank you, Sir.” No sooner have the words left your mouth does Billy stuff three fingers into it, the tips dangerously close to activating your gag reflex. You swallow around the digits and remind yourself to breathe through it, just as you’ve done probably hundreds of times when you take his cock in your throat, and Billy’s smirk makes your cheeks glow with pride. He thrusts his fingers in and out a few times, eyes following the stringy lines of drool that dribble from your bottom lip.

When he releases his grip on your jaw, he wipes his hand on his jeans and juts his chin at you. “Swallow.”

You do, making a big show of tilting your head back slightly and gulping down all the drool and cum that’s puddled in your mouth so your throat visibly bobs with the effort, and Billy chuckles in approval. He sits a little straighter, scanning the pitch black pressing against the dim light of the porch while he tucks himself back into his jeans. You shuffle awkwardly off his leg when he prompts you, and your body is still buzzing from your orgasm so you almost don’t notice that your legs are numb and burning beneath you.

Almost.

“C’mon, up,” Billy says as he stands, a few notches in his spine cracking as he raises his arms above his head and bends backward in a stretch. He extends a hand down toward you, and you take it dazedly. He has to stoop and drape an arm around your shoulders to help you to your feet, and when you stumble against him on bloodless, trembling legs he laughs; you’re rewarded with a chaste kiss to the forehead for your effort.

“You might need to give me a second,” you warn, “I don’t think I can make it to your car like this.” Billy cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Who said anything about going to the car?” He takes a step back and reaches for the front door, deftly turning the knob and flinging it open. You stare into the black, yawning mouth of his home, cheeks heating slightly.

“I just thought–”

“We aren’t done, baby,” Billy croons, and that wicked, cat-like grin curls onto his face once again. Your stomach leaps, and your mouth drops open to ask what exactly he’s getting at, but before you can get the words out he’s cupping you between your thighs again.

“I haven’t punished this sweet little cunt yet.”

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1000roughdrafts · 1 year ago

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Dean Winchester X Reader Masterlist

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

Angst

💙 Us - request: Can you do a deanxreader songfic to the song us by Regina spektor

💙Goodbye ~ After Dean takes on the mark, his relationship with Y/N starts to fall through the cracks. She’s had enough of him taking out his stress on her, and after years of silencing her pain, she finally lets him know why it’s time to say goodbye.

💙How Do I Become Enough ~Reader and Dean right about her doubts, she feels somewhat isolated and annoyed. No cheating, necessarily, but think along the lines of Dolly Parton’s Jolene

💙Intrusive Thoughts ~Dean was supposed to visit Y/N while she was at work, but when he didn’t show, she got worried. After finally getting ahold of him, she was relieved to know that he was alive. But when another full day passes by without a word, her mind goes into overdrive about what could have happened to him.

💙Voicemails ~ this is a small, angsty thing, and it is 100000% self indulging so please feel free to just ignore it.

💙 Illicit Affairs - Request from anon based on Taylor Swift’s song Illicit Affairs <3

💙 Promise Me This Is Forever - this is for @allywritesblog and #allyswriting event, and im using the quote "promise me this is forever" :)

Fluff

💙 Phone Calls With Dean ~ just a random thing I wrote for a story that didn’t pan out, no real plot to this.

💙Shooting With Dean ~ Dean takes you out for target practice, but something else is on his mind.

💙Time ~Soulmate AU, Y/N has had the ability to pause and unpause time for likely her whole life, believing she was the only person with such a power. One day, she learns that not only is that not true, but the other person is her soulmate.

💙 Salted Baseball Bat - Anon Request: "'They said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who's laughing now?' you say as you whack the ghost again."

💙 Criminal - DeanxReader request from @rileynicole1967 based on the song Criminal by Britney Spears

💙 Cat-astrophe Written for @spnfanficpond‘s unfic challenge with the prompt “I may have accidentally sort of adopted 5 cats.”fluff, stern!Dean,

💙 Baby Winchester 2021 - Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute, fluffy way.

💙 Just Another Day - Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Flangst

💙 We're Gonna Get You Through This - reader is triggered back to a horrible memory and explains to Dean why waiting to have sex is best for her.

💙Currently untitled ~ Request: could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?

💙 A Boring Holy Cross Tattoo - A Fic inspired by Cards Against Supernatural with the cards “Dean has 99 problems but ____ ain’t one.” and “A boring holy cross tattoo”.

💙 Amnesia - Request from @rileynicole1967�� : Deanxreader one shot or series ;) based off the song “amnesia” by 5 seconds of summer but in the readers pov and at the end he comes back for her and it’s all fluffy and cute.

💙 Half a Man - Follow up to the Amnesia request from @rileynicole1967 - this one takes place the same night as Amnesia, but in Dean’s perspective and based on the song Half a Man.

18 + / Smut One Shots

💙Downtime ~ 18+, smut; After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend.

💙Punishment ~ 18+, smut; After embarrassing Dean at an important dinner, he punishes you with a cold shower.

💙 Size Matters - 18+ Smut DeanxReader request from anon, where reader has a size kink

💙 Poison - DeanxReader request from @kaitlaitlaitl based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper

Mini Series xx

💙 Movie Monsters Part One | Part Two ~ You’re teamed up with Dean, a man you’ve always found obnoxious, to find out the path of a new monster. Of course, things don’t always go as planned. (Complete)

💙 Never Have I Ever Part One | Part Two ~ Part Two is pure smut; College!AU - Dean gets jealous of the attention he thinks you’re receiving from Cas during a small party at your house and doesn’t know what to do with it, so he leaves the room to keep drinking.

💙 Hope is a Dangerous Thing... Part One | Part Two ~ The renowned author of a best-selling crime novel, Y/N Y/L/N, was thrown into a whole new world after her parents were brutally murdered. Their killer never found, Y/N took things into her own hands, meeting the Winchesters in her journey for justice. Even years later, she struggles to let anyone close in fear they’d leave or worse.

💙 i hate u, i love u (1) Slowburn au/Y/N has been in a relationship with Nick for the last 5 years. They’ve had a rough go. There’s been good and bad times, but she finally realizes that the man she thought she loved has been abusing her. Dean offers her a safe haven when she feared she had nothing else. (this may be abandoned, but we will see)

💙Reverse Supernatural ~ request; “Hi!! I have been tossing an idea around for a bit… What if… Now hear me out… What if the Reader was the experienced hunter and she/he has to save Dean and/or Sam who have never known the supernatural existed…?” (only part one is out right now / ongoing / might also become abandoned)

Series xx

💙Family Secrets ~ 18+ ; Your uncle Bobby, and adoptive father Rufus, had a secret. A secret they never wanted the Winchester’s to find out. They had done a good job of keeping you from crossing their path, but now that they've both passed away there is nothing they can do about the brothers finding out their secret; you. (ongoing BUT I really want to and am seriously considering taking it down to rewrite it - this was the first thing I ever wrote and it's... it shows lol) 2/22/24 A/N: I want to return to this series, but since it was pretty much my first fic ever, I really want to rewrite some of the episodes and make it pace better. I understand that that might not be the best solution, however, so maybe I’ll just add inbetweeners or something. Just know I want to come back to finish it and may change some things along the way 😊

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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Catch Me If You Can

I'm flagging this with a Violence thingy//dark content warning too, just to be on the safe side.

A/N ::: This was inevitable. It started out serious then just got kinda stupid/funny. Maybe not ha-ha funny, but roll your eyes funny? I can just see Tenya doing this if he's had a particularly trying and horny day. Like, obvi he wouldn't be a total piece of shit and push the envelope like this. But in my head, tonight, he mf'ing DOES. Idk. Hope it makes someone roll their eyes in a good way. Thanks for reading! I think this is my first time writing for Tenya.

C/W ::: F!reader, spanking, dark content potential, abuse of/drunk with power, ass licking, ass kissing (literally), dom Tenya, dubcon, punishing for rule breaking, panties in F!mouth, unprotected sex P->V // F->M {dubcon again} oral, rule breaking, egging Tenya on. If I missed anything icky that needs to be specified, shoot me a message! aged up char.

WC ::: Just over 1K

"I told you not to run *spank* in the *spank* hallways. As class 1-A rep, it's my job to uphold the rules and regulations of UA. Not running is a sacred rule, y/n!"

"Mmmuuhhh!" You whined. "But, but since when was spanking the authorized *spanked* OW! Damn it! Since when is corporal punishment allowed? T-Tenya, I think you're taking this too far."

Your words fell on deaf ears. Your body was laid over his muscular thighs, ass up. You grabbed his right arm with yours and pulled yourself up and around to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Not only were his glasses off, but his eyes were heavy. Half-lidded. Focused hard on the red blotches on your fat ass.

Tenya had a sick, twisted smile on his usually straight lips. “H-h-hey … are you d-done yet? Can I please go home?” You said in a voice much quieter than you intended.” He still didn’t answer but his eyes shot down to yours and he didn’t look like the same respectful guy who kept everything else in order.

“No! I’ve only begun doling out my punishment. You’ve been bad and it’s time to face the consequences for your irresponsible actions,y/n! Now, stand up. Please!”

You stood and rubbed your ass cheeks with the palms of your hands. Wincing, you asked, “What the hell else could you possibly do to me? I don’t think running calls for such severe discipline. Even for you, this is crossing a line. I’m going home.”

“I SAID … *aheh*, I said, stay. If you leave now, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to write you up.”

You scrunched up your face, “So, if I stay, you’ll make this little problem disappear? Am I understanding this correctly?”

Tenya stopped and thought about it for a moment. “And you have to keep this between the two of us. Do you understand? Fully … understand?” He asked.

You nodded, “Y-yes. I think so.”

He stood and crossed his arms across his chest. “Good. Do what I say and this will all..." He waved his hands in the air like he was showing you a magic trick. "... disappear, as promised.”

Tenya walked over to where you were standing and fell to his knees. He put his hands on your waist and turned you around so quickly your skirt flared out from the abrupt circular motion.

“Oh! Ten-ya ... What …” You looked over your shoulder, down at him and saw he was leaning face first into the hot skin of your behind. “Tenya …”

“Shh shh, mm-mm." That's all he said before he ran the tip of his tongue between your bubbly, pinkened cheeks. He pulled back and began to lick and bite at the soft flesh of your ass. He used his teeth to sink into the tender flesh and held on as he ran his tongue over the bite mark.

You moaned as he licked and teased. The bites hurt, but they were also strangely pleasurable. You could feel yourself getting wet as he sucked and licked at the skin on your ass.

Tenya grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands and spread them apart, revealing your tight hole. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick and prod at your puckered hole. You cried out as he teased the sensitive skin.

His tongue slipped inside and he began to fuck you with it.

"Tell me - mmm ... mm-hm ... - tell me how sorry you are for running in my halls, y/n." He said. His words vibrated against your ass, sending a chill through your spine.

You moaned and pushed back on his face as his tongue darted in and out of you. "I-I'm so sorry, Tenya! Please, I can't take it anymore!" You cried.

He pulled away from you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood and grabbed your hair in his hand, pulling your head back so you were looking up at him.

"No, you're not sorry. Not enough. Not yet." he said, his voice low and sultry.

He shoved your face against the wall of the empty hallway, pushing it hard against the cold tile. You whimpered as he pulled up your skirt and grabbed your panties.

"W-wait! Tenya, I'll be good. I- fuck! I - I promise I won't run in the halls again. Just, please don't do this," you begged. "Not like this ... pl- oh god!"

But Tenya didn't stop. He ripped your panties off and stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your cries. He grabbed his throbbing cock and slid it between your ass cheeks.

"Fuck, y/n. I can't stop. You know how I feel about rules. I take them seriously."

He shoved his cock inside your wet cunt, pushing in with one thrust. You screamed against your panties as he stretched you open.

"Mmhmm!" You cried.

Tenya leaned forward and pressed his body against yours, his hips grinding against your ass as he fucked you. He reached around you and tugged your shirt open, pulling out your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples as he fucked you hard and fast.

Your body was shaking and you could feel yourself getting close. He pulled your panties out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck, using them to pull you back against him.

"Come for me, y/n. Come all over my fat, unruly cock!" He moaned.

He thrust in one last time and you came, your juices running down your thighs and onto the floor. Tenya pulled out and grabbed your hair, turning you around and pushing your down on your knees so your face was lined up with his hard cock.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth as far as you could. He shoved it in, thrusting hard and deep. He moaned as he came, shooting his hot cum down your throat.

He pulled out and lifted you up once again, licking and sucking at your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples and you moaned against his touch.

He straighened up and tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his tie. "Now, we're even. Don't forget to report to me should you break the rules again, y/n. I might not be so forgiving next time."

"That ..." you huffed. "That was forgiving?"

He walked away, leaving you a disheveled mess. You pulled yourself together and smoothed down your skirt. You were going to have to be careful around Tenya from now on. Though, it was tempting to have such a willing and thorough disciplinarian.

You looked around making sure no one saw that and started to run the opposite direction he was headed in.

Within seconds, you heard him yelling your name. You stopped as you turned the corner just long enough to see the slight smirk stirring on his lips.

“Catch me if you can. Fucker.”

T@glist ::: @calm3senpaii @millennialmagicalgirl @darkstarlight82

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whyse7vn · 1 year ago

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LEAKED -

[ ot7 x reader ]

EXO 💜

8 participants - 7 online

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jimin: namjoon is having an episode rn

y/n: is it a beach one?

namjoon: THE WHOLE WORLD THINKS I SMOKE CRACK??:)::£:££;,&&

jin: don’t think it’s a beach one

jk: i think we’re gonna go to jail :/

yoongi: how tf did the gc even get leaked?

hobi: it was god punishing us for our sins

yoongi: what

hobi: smoked some weed and god told me himself no joke

y/n: when are you not high at this point…

jimin: did you leak it hobi?

hobi: i’ll leak ur nudes

jimin: you don’t have my nudes

hobi: that’s what you think

jimin: ??

hobi: whattttttttt

namjoon: DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND HOW SERIOUS THIS IS???!?!:!!:

y/n: /super srs

hobi: super shy

jin: i don’t like the way he’s shouting at us

jk: wow guys did you know that namjoon smokes crack wow i never knew that joon you smoke crack??? that’s a bit crazy 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

namjoon: SHUT THE FUCK UP

jimin: yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!

jk kicked tae out of “EXO💜”

namjoon: ?????????????????

jk: he just called me said he has a new number

and to kick the old one idk

don’t shout at me again pls i’m sensitive

i know ur on crack pls don’t do anything crazy to me

i’m sorry

jk added (+82) 2 ******** to “EXO💜”

(+82) 2 ********: hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(+82) 2 ******** changed their nickname to “tae”

yoongi: telling you now it’s 110% his fault

jin: so why did u change ur number?

tae: funny story actually!

hobi: dear heavenly father

jimin: watch this story not be funny at all

tae: long story short it was leaked

jk: LOL 😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣😭😭🤣🤣🤣

ur right was a funny story

jin: shut up jungkook

jimin: ��.

y/n: ok how was it leaked tho?

tae: so don’t be mad at me

but i was maybe at a party last night

and then i was talking to this girl (i only have eyes for u promise)

and i was SOOO sure that i knew her

so when she asked if she could use my phone to check the train times i was like ofc what the heck i’m a nice guy!

but she was like taking 7 years to find the train times she was looking for

and when i say she was taking ages she was taking AGESSS

and ofc i was at a party so i was in fact a little drunk

so naturally i needed to pee

and i was NOT about to hold it

when i need to go i need to go

so i left her with my phone to go pee

yoongi: ….

tae: and when i came back

guess what

jk: she turned into an ant???

tae: close but no

i couldn’t find her

jimin: how was that close??

tae: i was all like where did she go???

jk: maybe she needed to pee too

tae: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT

so i like stood there for 20 mins

and then i realised it doesn’t take girls THAT long to pee

like y/n pees in 2 seconds no joke

y/n: ?/?/!£:£,£&,&

WHY ARE YOU TIMING HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO PEE?????

jimin: maybe she was shitting

yoongi: why are we talking about girls going to the toilet….

tae: I ALSO THOUGHT THAT TOO

then i was like that’s stupid girls don’t do that 😭

jk: yeah ur silly 😭😭

y/n: ???

hobi: hallelujah amen

tae: so then i started looking around for her

and then i asked hyungsik (was his party)

where ella was (that was the girls name so i thought)

jimin: white ass name

tae: AND THEN HE WAS LIKE

ella??? who is ella???

and i was like the girl who made that really good cake that one time??? with the long brown hair???

and he was like?????

and i was like????

then he was like don’t you mean d?

now i’m confused as fuck like who tf is d??

then he said the guy with the long brown hair who made us that really good cake that one time

so i was like whose ella then???

and he was like idk???

and i kid you not as soon as i started walking away from hyungsik and i saw the ella girl

with MY phone in her hands might i add

so i was like HEY WHO ARE YOU??

then she literally dropped my phone on the cold hard floor and ran away

the end

jk: wow that story was really emotional loved every second of it ❤️

tae: thank you people often tell me i have a way with words

jimin: so this ella girl leaked it then?

tae: i think so it only makes sense

namjoon: SO UR THE REASON THE GC WAS LEAKED??????????????

yoongi: told you

tae: no???

ella was the reason MY number was leaked that’s it

jk: i though her name wasn’t ella

tae: no ur right

*“ella”

y/n: how long did she have ur phone for?

tae: like 2 hours idk

namjoon: 2 HOURS WITH UR PHONE UNSUPERVISED?/):£:£:£,£,&,&

tae: ok she had my phone for like an hour 15 unsupervised

i was there for the first 45

namjoon: ARE YOU STUPID!/

tae: no my iq like 1500

yoongi: -1500

jimin: x 10

tae: why does namjoon keep shouting is he like getting shot at as we speak or something

hobi: oh gracious lord do you hear me?

jimin: tae go on twitter

tae: why

did yoongi unblock me omg? 🥺

yoongi: no.

jimin: just go look

hobi: save our souls oh mighty lord

tae: NO WAY JOONS A CRACK ADDICT LOLLLLLL

makes sense tho!

how they find that out??

did you crack out in public or something?

you sniff crack or swallow?

sorry im not used to these type of drugs you gotta let me know how u consume

i’m new to this not true to this >.<

waITTT THIS IS SO G-DRAGON CORE

wasn’t he coked out at the airport the other day?

oh wait are coke and crack different??

i’m sorry i didn’t mean to offend u joon

crack users rise up 🙏🏼⬆️ (namjoon)

namjoon: STOP SPEAKING

jimin: scroll down on the dispatch page

tae: omg is there a video of him or something??

y/n: even better!

tae: WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

/£:££:£;&;&&:&&;&;&;&;&:&;&/@/&:&,&,£:£

WHY WOULD DIAPSTXHX

OHMY)@/‘d/££:£:&..

OUR GC WAS LEAKED????/):)/££::&&:,&&;&;&:££:£:£;£:&;&:&:&:&:&;&;

WHY WOULD THEY SAY JENNIE WAS MY GF?/£:££:&;&,&;&;&;

yoongi: that’s the part that bothers you?

tae: I HAVE NO RELATIONS WITH THAT WOMAN

y/n look me in the eyes

jk: ur homophobia ones?

tae: what?

jk: hobi said

hobi: homophobia

y/n: heterochromia?

jin: hippopotamus

hobi: IF YOU SEE ME AND YOU TRYNA SEE WHATS UP

SKEEYEEE

yoongi: wow

hobi: yoongi god hates us

yoongi: get a grip

namjoon: THERE IS NO GRIP TO BE GOTTEN DONT YOU UNDERSTAND THIS LITERALLY COULD BE THE END OF US

LIKE BTS

OUR CAREERS

jimin: dramatic lol

im sure people will still fuck with us even tho they know you guys kiss each other on the mouth pop percs and are a little racist

i mean look at nct!

and

….

bigbang!!!!

bigbang still have fans right?

i’m pretty sure!!!

y/n: ?????????????????????????????

jk: racist

who?????

NOT ME

i hope

i thought jimin was sexist and fatphobic not racist oh my god 😥😥😥😰😰

it keeps getting worse

jin: idk what joons talking about actually this could be the end of HIS career

not mine

see ME personally i’ve done nothing wrong

this is like the start of my career actually

the end is nowhere is sight for kim seokjin

jimin: 12 year olds on twitter are dragging you for hating newjeans

jin: what

jk: wait yoongi broke woozi’s nose???

yoongi: no

y/n: HE DID

hobi: this is the end

jin: did woozi fight back????

personally i think woozi is a good fighter

i’ve said this before small men carry the biggest rage!!!!!

yoongi: idk a woozi

y/n: shut up

yoongi: kisses :3

namjoon: CAN YOU GUYS BE SERIOUS FOR ONCE IN UR LIFE

jimin:

tae: LAMOSODOD WHY DID THEY PUT HOLLY BEHIND BARS

yoongi: HUH??????????

namjoon: oh my god i’m gonna shoot you all

hobi: see it starts with holly behind bars then it’s us next

jk: no 😰

hobi: everyone say sorry god

jk: i’m sorry god please forgive me and my friends

yoongi: why did they actually put my dog

behind bars

what the actual fuck did my dog do

??????

who makes these things

why is my dog behind bars

jk: do you think i can survive jail…

tae: ofc i’ll fuck for you!

*fight for you

jimin: wtf????????

tae: i was thinking about y/n sorry

jk: you mean it 🥺

tae: is cheese on the floor?

y/n: what does that even mean

jk: yes 😭

hobi: i see the light

god is that you???

namjoon: ur pissing me off stop speaking

jimin:

jk: i’m sorry namjoon 🥺

namjoon: is that sarcasm?

jk: who?

namjoon: all of you can kill yourselves

namjoon left “exo💜”

jin: ok but i didn’t even do anything

tae: so like…. is this fr my fault?

yoongi: yes ❤️

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part one HERE

sorry LMAO this is ass whyse7vn funny comeback soon i pray >:(

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evenmyhivemindisempty · 1 month ago

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How do the Boyd’s and blackguard do with monogamy ?

Steve Murphy: Steve is GREAT at monogamy! Why, he’s never been tempted by a single other woman throughout his entire marriage! No siree, not once! He’s so deep in the closet that he absolutely takes it for granted that he’s just a Good Husband and Immune to Temptation and as a result it is *not* remotely hard for him to be caught off-guard by a sexy guy. He will definitely cheat on Connie with a man. He will feel terrible about it, and he will also go back for seconds with his tail between his legs.

Donald Pierce: Pierce is pretty monogamous! He’s jealous and he also really likes belonging to someone, and I suspect he’d actually be more okay with a one-sided open relationship where his partner could fuck around vs him. Overall though, I think he prefers mostly closed relationships (although I could absolutely see him happily in a triad).

Cap Hatfield: Monogamy is literally the easiest fucking thing in the world for him. But he does not mind one bit if his partner gets some action on the side! I think he’d be okay with a full poly relationship, assuming he knew everyone involved. He’s a pack animal - I could see him enjoying some sort of garden party or kitchen table situation.

Clement Mansell: You know, I think Clement’s decently monogamous! He’s certainly pretty jealous, and although I can see him making a drunken “mistake”, I do think he’d feel pretty damn bad about it and immediately tell his SO and beg for forgiveness. He’s got a romantic sensibility, and I think he likes being a faithful and devoted partner. He could maybe be into a triad, but only if it’s more of a V, and he’s the hinge.

The Corinthian: Oh he’s so fucking loyal to his owner. ….. He cheats though. He cheats so much, whenever and wherever he thinks he can get away with it. He’s hungry! I think he’s a creature that would fervently promise complete fidelity, totally mean it, and then catch himself slipping two months later. He’s not made for monogamy!! I feel like he’d still be a mess in an open relationship too - he’s not great at boundaries in general, and he gets territorial of his partner!

Eli Klaber: He’s pretty monogamous! He can allow his partner the occasional, discrete indiscretion, and a friend of mine and I have toyed with the idea of him enjoying a game where he’s the ditzy, slutty housewife who has an affair and then gets… patronizing chastised and punished for it (spanking style vs anything more out there). But overall, I think he’s pretty inclined to be the good girl staying loyal to his man!

Danny Maguire: Oh he’s cheated on so many of his girlfriends. And he can’t do poly, he’d be so jealous and insecure the whole time. He… really just needs to get adopted (kidnapped?) by a loving but firm older couple that can manage him (and yes, a couple specifically, he needs to be outnumbered).

Ty Shaw: He’s cheated so damn often when he’s drunk. There’s no malice behind it, but he’s definitely done it often enough to get a reputation. I bet he’d be great in a poly relationship - the permission would encourage him to be honest, and tbh, he’s sort of built for compersion!!

Quinn McKenna: Quinn is great with monogamy! I think Quinn is also great with clearly defined hierarchical openness. He’d read so many books about it and very seriously take notes during conversations discussing boundaries/rules. I don’t think he could do a full poly relationship though, it’s too nebulous, it makes him sort of crazy. He really needs the structure of a hierarchy (and although he might not admit it, he gets a sense of security from being someone’s emotional/romantic priority).

#blackguard is next!#boyd holbrook #donald pierce #the corinthian #steve murphy #ty shaw #quinn mckenna #cap hatfield #clement mansell #eli klaber #danny maguire

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sondheim-girly · 4 months ago

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Submission for day 2 of @outsidersweek!! heres the masterpost for this fic

January, 1967

Trip

Growing up with the two most controlling parents in the world meant that Trip was always trying to find ways to break the rules without them knowing. It was like a game: how far could he go before his parents started finding out and punishing him? That game is what led him to sneak out, get drunk with his friends, and then get into a fight with some random guy at this party they’d crashed. As he stumbled down the residential street towards his house, his face bruised and busted, he caught sight of a street sign, realizing through his drunken state that he was awfully close to Marcia’s house.

If he went home to his parents there was too high a chance they’d find him and freak out. If he went to Marcia, maybe she could even patch him up! That’s what Bev always did when Brill needed it. These foggy thoughts led him though the streets and all the way up to Marcia’s window. Her curtains were drawn, but he could see light poking through. He knocked once to no answer, he knocked again, and still nothing. He was starting to get worried, but when he knocked a third time, he finally saw a hand draw back the curtain.

Marcia

Marcia drew back the curtain to find her boyfriend outside her window. She stood there for a moment, confusion written all over her face, before pulling up her window and letting him climb through into her room. He immediately went to put his arms around her waist, and she let him until she saw his face in the light, and she shoved him off.

“Trip, have you been in a fight?!” she exclaimed, looking at his black eye and bloody lip. She went closer to him again to examine the damage, but stopped when she smelled his breath. “Have you been drinking?” she accused quietly, feeling herself withdraw from him.

“Just a little bit…” he admitted, moving towards her again. “Do you have anything to patch me up? My parents would flip out if they saw me like this…”

“Are you serious?” Marcia said, shocked.

“Baby?”

“You sneak into my room! Your face is all busted, you’re drunk as all hell, and you expect me to just patch you up like nothing happened??”

“Oh shut up Mar! Just help me, like any good girlfriend would.”

“Don't tell me to shut up!!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you??”

Marcia stared at Trip in shock. “What's wrong with me? Am I the one with a black eye?? No, I’m not. Who were you even fighting??”

“Just some guy at this party… I don't know.”

“You don’t even know who you were fighting!?” Marcia turned away from him for a moment, contemplating what to do. “Get out of my room.” she finally said.

“Baby I don’t understand…”

“Maybe you’ll have a better grasp on it once you're sober. Until then, I don't want to see you.” Marcia walked to her door and held it open for him. Trip stared at her dumbfounded for a moment, before furiously stumbling out of her room, and leaving her house with a slam of the door.

The next morning Trip showed up at her door with flowers, telling her how sorry he was, and promising her it wouldn’t happen again. Marcia threw her arms around the boy, telling him that she forgave him. Things were normal for a while, but promises like that were made to be broken.

#jean has thoughts #the outsiders musical #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders #marcia the outsiders #trip the outsiders #terrence dipp

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 11 months ago

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How would the ROs take care of a drunk MC?

Cassandra: Scolds you the whole time she is dragging you home and tucking you into bed. Gives you water and gives you a lecture while she checks your temperature, keeps you awake out of fear you will blackout. The next day she talks extra loud and keeps all of the windows wide open to let the sunlight in, your hangover will not be pleasant lol. She might be upset you got drunk but takes care of you all the same.

Valeria: Makes an idiot out of you by asking you non-stop embarrassing questions in front of her brothers. Encourages you to act a fool, albeit safely, so that she can make fun of you the next day. That is your punishment for overindulging. She will sweetly take care of you during your hangover, making you her mom's hangover cure that she tends to have to make for her brothers every now and then. Still making fun of you however.

Tomás: If you got drunk with him there with you he is okay with it, sweetly guides you home and plays along with your drunk antics. Tucks you into bed and gets you munchies if you're hungry.

If you got drunk without him being with you is a whole other story. He will be very upset with you, getting drunk is dangerous already because you're not in your right mind; but it is even more dangerous when you don't have someone you trust to take care of you nearby. What if someone took advantage of you? What if you made a drunk mistake and cheated while intoxicated? All of the worst scenarios run through his head, he drags you home and leaves you to sorta take care of yourself while he broods. He will step in if you're trying to do something possibly dangerous but he won't actively take care of you. Gives you the cold shoulder during your hangover too, expect no affection until you apologize and promise not to do that again. He would happily take care of you while you're drunk if he was with you.

Ludovica: Is adorably confused on what to do. She has unfortunately seen her fair share of drunks in her life, her late husband would get drunk often and abuse her. She would try to hide when he drank and hope he would die by choking on something or by falling down the stairs while drunk. She obviously does not want any of that to happen with you, she will hover nearby with outstretched hands ready to steady you. She keeps you away from any stairs or sharp objects, makes sure you only eat soft foods and constantly asks you if your okay. She has no clue how to handle you, asks her maids for help as well; you're basically treated like a toddler when your drunk in her villa. The next day she dotes on you in your hangover pain, gets you anything you want and speaks in a hushed voice. She does politely ask you not to do this often, she worries about you.

Aurelio: To be honest, if you're drinking; he is probably also drunk too. His people already know how to manage him when he is intoxicated, that same extent of care is also extended to you. The next day when your both hungover you guys get to try and piece together what the hell happened yesterday.

Elio: Observes your drunk behavior like he is watching a wild animal and documents it thoroughly. He occasionally asks you questions on how you are feeling and why you're doing what you're currently doing. Makes snarky comments like,

"And so they take a banana from the bowl and observes it hungrily, they try to peel it but their hand-eye coordination is suboptimal due to their state of inebriation."

"They eye me in annoyance of my vocal commentary of their intoxicated antics, although they probably should have thought of that before he drank that whole bottle of wine in one sitting."

"Oh how interesting, they fail to peel the banana; so they proceed to say, and I quote 'fuck it' and proceed to bite the banana. Skin and all. How peculiar."

The day after he does fetch you whatever you ask him for, he feels bad that you don't feel too good. Tells you to maybe watch how much you drink next time. He does sort of cutely use his notes from the last time you got drunk to better help you. Memorizes what make you feel better when you hungover and prepares them in advance for the inevitable next day sickness.

#omwat #ask #ludovica #aurelio #elio #cassandra #tomas #valeria

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kingdom-of-sins · 2 days ago

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You are the youngest Sorrengail (male!reader)

(OC: Issac Sorrengail. If you want to read him as an OC)

You are the youngest Sorrengail, the youngest child of Lilith and Asher and just one year younger than Violet

"Troublemaker" and "rebellious" is kind of your middle name, but you also prefer "good looking", although your siblings in typical sibling fashion says the last name doesn't suit you at all, especially Mira

You have been yelled at by Lilith multiple times but doesn't it ever affect you? Absolutely not

Brennan's death destroyed you which made you act out more. You say you are fine but really you are just walking around drunk after a random hook up and trip over your mother's dragon. Is pointing at a dragon's tail and accusing it of trying to break your legs a sane thing? Absolutely not. If it was not your mother's dragon you would have been dead.

Lilith wanted to send you to the rider's quadrant to discipline you. You literally danced in front of her and kissed her cheek when she told you "i would have joined the quadrant anyway. You need to find a different punishment for me" Walks out with a grin, leaving a very annoyed Lilith behind.

Your confidence disappeared as soon as you stepped on the parapet. "I am gonna die" X 3 times before every step. But you basically ran at the end when you saw violet on the other side, literally looking in horror at how terrible you were doing.

The annoying rebellious troublemaker Sorrengail survived the parapet. Or as you like to say the "good looking" Sorrengail has joined the riders quadrant.

"Hey Dain, why do you look like you haven't got laid in years?"

"Hey Vi, I hear you have a boyfriend. Who is the unlucky soul?" Immediately gets smacked at the back of the head

"Why are all the marked ones so hot?"

"Okay so Mr. I Am Hiding My real Identity, try not to hit my face during sparring today. Last week you left a nasty bruise"

You were not good at combat in the beginning. Always getting your ass handed to you because these are not just normal bar fights. Violet has specifically asked Ridoc and Boddhi to go hard on you. But once you learned you were almost undefeated.

You defeated Bodhi once and that smug look on your face stayed for an entire week till Bodi wiped the floor with you the following week.

You are mostly with Aaric or Sloan. The two people you call your closest friends. Despite Sloan not liking Violet, she "tolerates" you. And you totally vibe with Ridoc

Andarna always speaks highly and positive about you because she totally supports your rebellious nature. It gives Violet a headache. Tairn calls you the "annoying one". He growls like he will eat you whenever you give him one of your grin, and he probably would have if you weren't Violet's brother.

You met Xaden when he visited Basgaith because of the dragon bond between Sgaeyl and Tairn, and he saw right through you. The guy who is constantly annoying his sister and always around her because he fears people are out to get her.

You are not an idiot. You suspect something is going on but can't figure out what.

You tried to have a one night stand with Sloan but Violet literally pulled you away. There is no way in hell she will let you sleep with Sloan, the person she promised Liam she would protect. So as revenge the next time Xaden visited you hogged him all night and asked about Tyrrish history. You don't even like history. Violet is surprised Xaden allowed you

You almost died at the gauntlet but no one knows. You just showed off like it was easy. Maybe Sloan knows but that's just between you and her.

Then came threshing. You talking to himself, mimicking your mother on what she will say when no dragon bonds with you. Then suddenly a big red scorpiontail appeared in front of you. Not really, you were just too much into mimicking Lilith that you literally walk in front of the resting dragon's mouth. You thought for sure you are going to die. The dragon even opened his mouth and you just braced yourself. "Idiot human" You heard those words in your mind

Violet was relieved when you arrived screaming on top of your red dragon, barely holding on one of his spikes.

"Dionadair. My dragon's name is Dionadair. But he likes to go by Diona". Dionadair growls. " Okay sorry. Dion. He prefers Dion "

You were surprised to find out you are Dion's first rider and it also made you feel special. "You love me" You give Dion a grin. Dion growls "I regret choosing you"

When Violet disappeared (Varrish interrogating her) that's when the real you came out. The protective younger brother trying to find his sister. When Xaden arrived you have already discovered where Violet was being kept and you have already taken two lives. When you saw the state of Violet you were beyond pissed and beyond worried.

That's when your signet appeared. Another mender. You didn't even know what you were doing but somehow you mended her enough for her to hold on till she gets to a real experienced mender.

There was no doubt that you were leaving Basgiath with Violet and Xaden.

You were flying side by side with Tairn to keep an eye on Violet. The entire riot right behind you all.

When you arrived at Aretia you got the shock of your life. Your older brother Brennan is still alive. Brennan expected you to cry or be angry and even hit him, but instead you just walked away in shock, not saying a single word.

Within a day you found out about the rebellion, venins, scribes trying to hide the truth, and that your dead brother is actually alive. "Fuck you" that's the only words you said to Brennan. But you joined the rebellion without another thought. Violet spilled all the secrets she has been holding in and the hug you two shared was very touching

(I might write a part 2 after I finish Iron Flame and read Onyx Storm)

OC: Issac Sorrengail

#sorrengail!reader #issac sorrengail #male!reader #iron flame #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing #fourth wing headcanon #iron flame imagine #iron flame headcanon #onyx storm #brennan sorrengail #violet sorrengail #mira sorrengail #xaden riorson

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alien-4-life · 9 months ago

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punishment ₊˚౨ৎ‧₊. ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

G = Girlfriend

T = Tom. ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Tom gives you a punishment because you cheated on him

-srry the story is a bit short - the voice massage thing isn’t real it’s just a emoji! -the story isn’t complete,am doing part 2 later

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Story starts here!

-At Home-

G: Babe am gonna go out with girls

she says while about to head out

T: Right now?!, it’s 9 pm,at least tell me when are you co-

she shuts the door and heads out

T: okay..? it’s now 11 pm and Tom is getting worried it’s almost midnight little did he know that she didnt go out with the girls, well at least not only the girls..she went out to drunk party with so called “male friends” that Tom never trusted He sent a voice massage to her.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10. [transcribe] “babe where are you?am getting worried”. *no answer*

Tom gets ready and heads out from being worried about her and wore his clothes and went out looking for her and he went to drive off the garage,Tom didn’t think you were at the club so he went to the park he even went to her friends house maybe she would be there,he got so worried by now it was 2 am,Tom just remembered while he was driving on the highway that he has her snap location,he opened his phone and he saw the location was a club..he found it odd and not even a thought of her being in the club at midnight crossed his mind,he couldn’t believe he kept refreshing to see if it’s lagging and she just passed by it but she was really there tom tried to give it a shot and went to the club searching for her,he drove off to there and he found her dress in between the guys,Tom finally noticed she is sitting with guys and drinking shots at MIDNIGHT!?,Tom quickly pulled her away to out the club and took her to the car..

T: what were you doing there? G: u-uhm…I-I..I was hanging out with my girlfriends? T: *chuckles sarcastically* at the club? G: yea I told them to not go but they insisted. *she said lying to him*

T: DO YOU THINK AM BORN YESTERDAY?! G: i-i-i….promise! T: Right Right…KEEP LYING

G: am not even lying! T: SAY THE TRUTH [Name]

G: that’s the truth! *it’s a lie*

T: THATS IT AM GIVING YOU A PUNISHMENT LETS GO HOME. ————————————————————————————————

Part 2 ?? (╥﹏╥)

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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Time Continues when You Stay

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Civillian!eader

Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Civillian!reader, Reader’s friends (Sammy, Danielle, and Cassie), Javy “Coyote” Machado, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Reuben “Payback” Fitch, Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Warnings: Minor use of curse words, fluff, slight angest, Jake making some smexy comments, the infamous thigh squeeze, Jake and reader are the sluts of the group, Bob and Sammy make a close second, Javy lives to make fun of Jake, the squad made another bet, this starts off as cute and gets slightly darker, the squad cares about Jake

Word Count: 1,656

A/N: Did I forget I finished this earlier this week? Maybe. Did I post this before working on the second chapter of another one of my stories? Maybe. Am I listening to Shane and Ryan play mortuary assistant while doing this and then switch to my new obsession One Tree Hill? Yes.

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“One uber ride for a future Mrs. Seresin.”

You scoff as you sit down. "Now you're on board with the nickname they gave me."

"I figured why try to fight it when they won’t stop."

"Oh, you're so sweet."

"I know I am, that’s why you like me."

"Right now, I'm trying to figure out why I do."

"Hey, hey," he reaches over and places his hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing it. "You know you're only lying to yourself."

"You mean you are."

"Shut up."

"Now who's getting their feelings hurt," you tease him.

"Keep talking like that and you won't be walking right at the bar tonight."

"Promises, promises."

"Look who finally decided to show up."

You roll your eyes at Javy’s comment. "Look at the whore."

"Hey!" Your friend Danielle shouts.

"I was talking to your boyfriend," you smirk.

"Hey, not cool. I'm the one that helped get you two together," he points to the two of you. "So, really, you should be thanking me... or naming your first kid after me, whatever comes first."

"Wow." You lean your head on his shoulder, "he's been hanging around you for too long."

Now it's Jake's turn to scoff. "That's hurtful, sweetheart."

"I'm not sorry."

"I know and that's why I'm thinking of your punishment for later now."

"Gross."

"At least they're not as bad as Bob and Sammy," Danielle points out.

"They could be worse than them if given enough alcohol," Javy adds. "Even then they go to the bathroom drunk as hell. They have the decency to pretend like they aren't gonna fuck."

"Hey, hey. We don't expose you so, you don't need to expose me like that.”

“There’s no fun in that,” Danielle teases you before walking away and her boyfriend following after her.

“Are we as slutty as they say we are?” You ask him.

“I don’t think so.”

“We are,” you whine to yourself.

“That’s rude of you to say sweetheart.”

“If you’re saying somethings not so slutty then it is. You’re the prime slut of the group.”

“You sure you’re not thinking of Chicken?”

“Oh, I know I’m not.”

“This calls for an early punishment.”

“No,” you tell him, keeping him at arm’s length as you run away until he catches you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him.

Natasha shakes her head, passing Mickey and Reuben forty dollars, a twenty-dollar bill to each of them.

“I told you he’d act sappy with her,” Reuben says, while counting the money in a taunting manner.

“Would you cut it out and give me my share?” Mickey snatches the money from his friend.

“Leave them alone. They’re happy,” Bob chimes in.

“Oh, look. The other sluts have arrived,” Natasha teases him.

He adjusts his glasses avoiding everyone’s gazes. “That’s- that’s- you guys are being rude.”

Sammy stands beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Are you guys being mean to my Bobby boo?”

“Us being mean to your boy toy,” Mickey starts off.

“Never,” Reuben adds, wrapping his arm around Mickey and Natasha’s shoulders.

“I love this.” You spin around in his arms, holding him by his waist as you rock side to side.

“Love what?” He pulls your arms off him and spins you around, pulling you into a slow dance.

“A lot of things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Oh, you know. This.”

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, “and what does this entail? I’m going to need some more details. I need you to use your words, sweet girl.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip before smiling. “I love… the fact that you got enough courage to ask me for my number and here we are.”

“Oh, is that what you’re saying happened?”

“Yeah, because it’s the truth.”

“I wouldn’t say that I needed to gather enough courage to ask for your number.” He spins you again.

“You did though.”

“Nah, I just needed to get my feet moving to get to you before your uber showed up.”

“Same thing.”

“Not really because I was going with the feeling.”

“What feeling?”

He keeps one arm around your waist and holds your free hand with his. “You remember when you asked how I felt when I’m in the sky?”

You nod.

“I can remember pushing myself through the crowd and out the door to get to you and my heart…”

“Your heart stopped?” You joke with a light chuckle.

“Almost.”

You quiet down, staring at him as he avoids your gaze as your hands slide up his arms and settle around his neck.

“My body was in auto pilot, and I was behind you out that door asking you for your number feeling as buzzed as I do after flying.”

You hum, curling your arms further around his neck, hugging him.

He smiles, tucking his head into your neck.

“I’m glad you told me that.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Too late.”

You pull back and stare into his eyes. “I need you to wake up.”

He furrows his brows. “What?”

“Wake up. I can’t- I can’t lose you, Jake.”

“Sweetheart, what are you-”

“I need you to wake up,” you sniffle. “I can’t look any of your friends in the face and tell them you’re gone. I know it’s selfish of me to ask but please don’t make me do that, honey.”

He blinks and everything is gone. “Sweetheart? Hey, sweetheart? Where’d you go?”

You squeezed his hand tighter when he begins to lightly jerk his legs, pushing yourself out of the stupidly annoying (for no reason) hospital chair. “Jake. Jake. Hey, hey Jake.”

He opens his eyes and stops, the feeling of your hand on his head gets him to shiver.

“Hey there,” you greet him with a teary-eyed smile.

“Hey,” he replies, sounding horse and in need of water.

You hand him the cup of water Bradley got you earlier that day but never drank. “How are you feeling? I should get the doctor.” You point over your shoulder, “I’m going to go get the doctor.”

“No,” he shakes his head, reaching for you, wincing at the pain in his side. “Don’t leave,” he groans.

“Jake, stop coming closer and lay down you mad man.”

“How’d they let you in? Isn’t it supposed to be immediate family only?”

You avoid his gaze and fluff his pillow. “I may have told them we were a step further… in our relationship than we actually were.”

He smiles.

“And what was that?”

“We’re engaged and my ring is being resized. That’s why I don’t have it on right now.”

“You came up with a story and everything. Wow,” he teases.

You pout and lightly smack him, barely touching him. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to the bed, wanting you to sit beside him. “I don’t want to hurt you, honey.”

“There’s only two ways you can hurt me. One, by sitting on my catheter. And two, not sitting on this damn thing with me so just please, give this hurt cowboy a break.”

You accept the hand he holds out for you and sit beside him, staring at your adjoined hands.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing.”

He feels the way your hand starts shaking. “Hey, hey.”

You don’t turn your head around and purse your lips together, trying to hold yourself together.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

“But you almost weren’t!”

“What are you-”

“The doctor said they lost you for a few minutes but that you were going to be okay. When she said those words I- I thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t, see. I’m right here. I’m right-”

“You almost weren’t.”

He pauses, thinking about what to say next. “I think even if that was the case, you wouldn’t have left me.” He pulls your hand up, placing it over his heart. “You didn’t leave even when you thought I was gone. I think you’d follow me towards the ends of the earth,” he says, with a teasing smile, repeating the same thing your parents told each other all the time when you were a child.

It holds a promise to the person it's being said to… even when things get tough, neither of you are going to leave the other, you’re going to get through things together.

“I regret telling you that,” you wipe your cheeks with one hand and attempt to pull your other one out of Jake’s grasp but fail as he keeps a hold of it. “Jake-”

He shakes his head, reaching for your waist, pulling you closer.

You do, slowly and gingerly to not aggravate any of his injuries.

He wipes your cheeks, “why’s my pretty girl crying? You know I only like it when you cry out for me and not like this.”

You scoff, inwardly rolling your eyes. “Don’t say things like that when you’re-”

“Enjoying the moment with the future Mrs. Seresin.”

“Stop. You can’t say things like that.”

“Oh, I can when it’s easy to get you riled up.” He opens his arms, placing your hand on the side of his neck. “Lay with me.”

“I don’t-”

He shakes his head, “you won’t win against me, and you know it.”

You don’t fight him and give in.

Javy, Natasha, Bob, and Bradley all fight to get into Jake’s hospital room.

He shushes them and gestures for them to be quiet, “don’t wake her up or I swear I will live up to the so-called back story to my call sign ten times harder than usual.”

Everyone slowly walks out of the doorway with their hands up, mumbling their apologies.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumble.

“Yes, I did. They wouldn’t have left unless I said something.”

“You’re so kind.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” He pecks your forehead, “only for you.”

Return to: Part I

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 11 months ago

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(Ok ladies....all this Evan in a strip club and sexy dances for him talk has me in heat, so I had to....🤭)

I pick up my phone and hit the green button next to Evan's name. He said he would be home 2 hours ago and I haven't heard from him. I'm not necessarily irritated, but hoping he's ok. His friends tend to be reckless sometimes. On the 4th ring, the phone picks up. I hear loud background noise and a couple different male voices that sound like they are yelling at each other. Then there is obnoxious, high pitched laughter and then a person that is clearly not Evan saying hello. I immediately recognize that it's his friend Jeff and I'm not thrilled that he's out with them. He sounds super drunk and immediately annoying.

"Heeeeeyaa there....Evan isssaa little indisposed at the moment" his slurred speech mixed with the loud music makes it hard to decipher his words. I faintly hear Evan yelling at him to give him his phone back, but it's met with more obnoxious laughter.

"Jeff!! Where the fuck are you guys? I can barely hear you" I say grumpily into the phone.

"Ssshhhhh don't tell yourself, but we're at 'LEGS', BABY!!!! and your boyfriend heres acting like a scared little rabbit."

I can hear Evan again, louder and super pissed. "Dammit Jeff, what the fuck??"

I can hear the noise lessening and a door close. I assume Evan stepped outside.

"Hey, sweetie. Is everything ok?" Sheepishly. Sugary sweet.

"Uh, yea. Just concerned you might be dead in a ditch cause you are 2 hours late with no text, but instead I guess you and your lovely friends are getting boobs bounced in your faces."

"Listen, babe... They dragged me here. I promise I am just having drinks and sitting here. Nothing else is happening. Please don't be mad."

"Yea? Well keep your phone away from your douchebag friends" I hang up.

I quickly go upstairs and rummage through my drawers. I'm looking for something sexy to wear. I forgot I had this cropped sweater that comes down far enough to cover my nipples, but my breasts peek out the bottom and a cheetah print thong. I stand in front of the mirror and snap a picture of my mid section showing only my rounded breasts peeking and the undies. If that doesn't make him come home, we have bigger issues.

I send him the picture with a text saying "I think we need to have a discussion."

His reply text just says "Oh, shit. Be home soon."

When he comes in the door I hear him yell that he's home. And he's running up the stairs. I'm standing in our room next to a computer chair and I'm holding restraints in my hands.

"Baby, what is all this?" He asks cautiously

"Strip." Is all I say

"What?"

"You fucking heard me. All your clothes off. Now."

He undresses. I can see his face trying to figure out if I'm mad. When he's finished I tell him to sit. When he does, I use the restraints to tie his arms to the armrests on the chair.

"So, did you like the strip club? Are you turned on by all those beautiful, topless women?" I ask, my voice monotone.

"Baby, no. I promise, I did not want to go"

"Here's the thing though, you could have left at any time. I'm afraid I'm going to have to show you what you could have had instead."

His breathing quickens "Are you really mad?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But I kinda want to punish you"

He's starting to sweat. He's semi-hard. Covered in goosebumps. "H-how are you going to do that?" His eyes are wide.

I walk up to him and I start running my hands up his thighs. Gently grazing them. I lean into his face like I'm going to kiss him and whisper "shut up and find out" and pull away as his mouth lunges for mine. I can hear his heartbeat across the room.

I grab a bottle of lotion off my dresser and he smirks. He thinks it's for him. His dick is hard and red.

I pump some lotion into my hands and rub them together. I put my foot up on the bed and he whines as I start putting lotion on my leg. As he's watching me, I do the opposite leg.

I come closer to him with the bottle. He's hopeful again. But, his face contorts as I start rubbing lotion on my stomach. Then, he lets out a moan that sounds like a cry when I pull my cropped sweater up over my breasts and start rubbing the lotion on my breasts and my nipples. Making sure I let my head fall back and moan at the sensation. I'm standing right in reaching distance, but he can't touch me. I take a minute to look at this beautiful man in front of me. He's a fucking mess. He's sweaty. I can smell the alcohol on him. His eyes are sleepy like he's in a sexual trance. He's balling his fists and the vein in his neck is protruding. His dick has gone from an angry red to a purple that almost makes me feel bad for the guy. Almost.

I leave my shirt pulled up and I put my boobs in his face, close enough for him to inch closer to them. He tries to use his mouth but I keep pulling away. He whimpers. I turn around and start swinging my hips. I inch them closer to his crotch and slightly let his dick graze my butt cheek. The begging starts.

"Please baby, I'll be a good boy from now on. I won't go to the strip club anymore. Please, let me touch you. You're so beautiful" he looks like he might start sobbing.

I turn to face him again. I kneel down on my knees, my breasts touching his rock hard member. I guide one breast with my hand and rub my nipples on his shaft. He moans and his dick twitches. I lower my face and I let the tip of my tongue barely slide over the tip of his cock. The precum coating him tastes salty. As I pull away, some drips onto my stomach. I look up at him. "You're dick is leaking"

"It's fucking crying"

"Yea? Well, just wait."

He begs again. His eyes are welling up "Please touch me. It hurts. It's on fire. Please, I'm begging. I'll do anything"

I get on my knees again and I blow my hot breath on a the tip on his cock and just hover there. "How bad do you want it?" I ask seductively.

He starts trying to thrust it up into my mouth.

"That's not asking nicely, is it now"

"Please, I'm sorry!" His face is pleading

I decide to let him have a little relief. I plunge his dick into my mouth and right back out again, sucking up his pre-cum on my way. I stand up and plunge my tongue into his mouth so he can taste it. Then I get back on my knees and start blowing him. He's moaning so loud. Pain and pleasure mixing together. He starts to get shifty and all he says is a quick "ohfuck" and I stop and pull my mouth away.

"Nonono, please no..come back"

"Bad boys don't get to cum unless I say so"

I go to my nightstand and open it

"What are you doing?" He knows damn well what I'm doing. A tear falls down his cheek.

"Don't think I'm gonna let you get off that easy"

I turn on my vibrator and sit right on the bed. I start using it on myself. I get lost in it and my reactions are natural. My moans, my face. I use it on my nipples and Evan whimpers loudly.

I look him right in the eye as I reach my climax. Making myself cum with my little machine.

His face goes from pleading and submissive to stoic and dominant. He's trying a new approach.

"Sit on my fucking dick"

I laugh "No"

"Yes! Right fucking now! I'm gonna fucking make you my little whore"

As I approach him, nothing could prepare me for what happens next. He fucking spits on his own dick. "Sit. On. My. Dick. Now." He's fed up.

I'm standing there about to say something sarcastic when he slips his hands free, grabs my hips spins me around, slides my thong down and pulls me down on to him reverse cowgirl. I cry out as he plunges into me. I refuse to move, giving him a run for his money. He starts thrusting upward. An animalistic grunt leaving his mouth each time. His long fingers digging into my hips. I'm making him work for it. It doesn't take long until he's literally screaming. I can hear his voice straining. No words. Just loud cries. Hot cum is hitting my walls so hard I can almost feel it splash. He's wailing as he comes down from his high. His whole body is shaking. His legs quivering. He can't speak. I look behind me and say

"fuck around and find out"

i love when the writers become inspired.

#fics

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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Fics With Titles That Start With D (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Damn Howell - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Parties and hookups were never really Phil’s thing, but when he gets the opportunity to spend the night in the popular Dan Howell’s bed, he can’t really complain.

Dancing of the Butterflies (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Every year when death comes to life and the moon hides as the days linger, the royal family holds a celebration. Traveling the long journey from England to Paris every year in order to celebrate the downfall of the French Empire known as Valentine’s. Every year the celebration differs as no theme repeats and this year it’s a Masquerade Ball. The prince, Phil, is to meet a young princess who will rule over the British Empire with him one day. Things go astray when the brown eyes of a French peasant meet the prince’s and the prince chases him through the forbidden catacombs of Paris to unveil his identity.

dancing on the blades (you set my heart on fire) (ao3) - kishere

Summary: Dan Howell is an ice skater in England, a non power player in the world of competitive ice skating. Phil Lester is the greatest ice skater to come out of England in the past decade, part of a family legacy. When Dan is offered a spot at Phil's family gym, he learns what he was missing the most to be the best ice skater he could be.

Darling I'm Back, And I'll Be On Yours Too - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: After being away for four months on tour, Dan couldn’t be happier to be back home with his boyfriend.

Day Drunk - lesteresce

Summary: Because this wasn’t quite forgiveness, it was punishing, and it was trial and error, and they had so many errors.

Dealing with grumpy Dan - phantasticlizzy

Summary: Dan is in one of his moods, and Phil, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, finds a great way to help Dan relax.

Decisions (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Otherwise known as “I know we don’t know each other but my awful ex is here and I’m scared, please just pretend I’m your boyfriend.” And then more stuff happens that’s sweet

Decorating Your Ring Finger - bubblylester

Summary: Just mind-numbing fluff, Phil proposing to Dan while they’re putting up and decorating the Christmas tree.

Delivery (ao3) - drxpdead

Summary: In which Phil is maybe kind of obsessed with the leather jacket wearing pizza delivery boy, because he just had to ask for the cutest one.

Demons In My Head (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: An unconscious demon mysteriously shows up on Dan's property, and Dan heals it, promising he'll send it back to where it came from as soon as he finds out why it's there. Finding the will to banish a charming demon is harder than he thought.

Dim Rooms & Daddy Kinks (ao3) - BoyishBeans

Summary: punkdaddy!phil owns a guitar shop, pastel!dan asks for lessons but he can’t keep his eyes off phil the whole time and has trouble focusing, and then they end up doin the do in phil’s lesson room

don't be afraid, just believe (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: There was a rumour on campus that someone had died in the East Wing and had been haunting it ever since. Dan, for his part, thought it was utter crap. Even if someone had died there - which he highly doubted - they would not be haunting that place because ghosts didn't even exist.

Don’t Ever Doubt This (ao3) - notreallythatuseful

Summary: After Dan’s confession, Dan and Phil figure out how to be together.

Don’t Look at Him, He’s Got a Girl at Home (ao3) - phansparent (lestershoweller)

Summary: Phil is in love, which would be great if the guy loved him and didn’t have a fiancée. And also if Dan wasn’t madly in love with Phil as well. All Dan has are the nights where a sad, lonely Phil needs comfort after having his heart torn out over and over. Dan doesn’t know how to tell Phil he deserves someone better, and especially not that the someone is him.

Don’t Practice Judo with a Punk Named Phil - aleksandraesthetics

Summary: What happens when Pastel!Dan is forced to join judo class and has to get help from Punk!Phil? A bit more than Dan was expecting.

Don’t Say Boyfriend - secretlywritingstories

Summary: Never say the word. Avoid it at all costs. Call him a friend, a best friend, a roommate, someone you live with, someone you work with, someone you long to talk to constantly, someone you touch gently, someone you gaze at fondly, someone you couldn’t be without, oh…

Perhaps, the word didn’t really matter that much after all.

do you feel it too? (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: A bad break-up has left Phil scared of getting his heart broken again. He’s not ready to date, but he’s missing the easy affection of a long-term relationship.

Cuddle therapy might be the perfect way to get what he needs, with no strings attached. But what happens when that’s no longer enough?

Dream a Little Dream (ao3) - omgdatphantho

Summary: Dreams can show you what you desire most. They can bring you happiness; as long as you’re willing to listen.

Drunken Confessions - fiction-phan

Summary: “We’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the christmas staff party and admitted your love for me. I don’t know how to act around you now.”

Duplicitous (ao3) - Aesthetic_Alien

Summary: With Martyn’s upcoming wedding, can Dan and Phil keep up the secret of their marriage and relationship, or will the Lesters be in for a surprise?

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #masterlists #phan #phanfic #ficsd #ficsd masterlist

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siconetribal · 2 years ago

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 (I promise I'll write Marvel something soon!)

Warning: General/vague mention of harassment

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I had zero intention of writing this little piece. I was set to write something else entirely…and yet this is where my hands led me with the keyboard. I really hope you like it, I'm debating if I should make other parts do this. Please let me know!

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

The bright sunlight was blaring and loud as it pierced through his eyelids. The steady pounding of the kick drum with the bass cranked up to max followed the rude awakening. What did he ever do to the giant burning ball of gas to punish him? There’s no way the series of poor choices from last night that included, but was not limited to; the pitchers of liquor he imbibed with his friends and brothers was the reason behind this torture.

The fuck did I do to you, asshole? A great first night of vacation obviously includes drinking until you’re speaking in colors. Jason Todd squeezed his eyes shut, covering them with a hand to try to block out more of the offending element that assaulted his senses. “Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have that last stein.” He croaked in a deep and gravelly voice. Leaving it be, he turned away from the window and swung his arm across the king bed. His eyes flung open, and his body instantly sat up as his trained reflexes kicked in through the pain.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?” He winced at the sound of his own voice that loudly echoed like a megaphone held to his ear. The other person jerked up at the sound of his voice, the messy mop of hair obscuring their face until they pushed it away to reveal two sleepy and confused eyes. Jason glared at the stranger beside him as he tried to make sense of the situation. Ending up in bed with an attractive young woman was nothing foreign, it was the lack of recollection of bringing a woman to his room that set his vigilance on high alert. Blinking, she looked left and right a few times as she forced herself to sit up in bed.

“Woah there, you shouldn’t move around so much and try to keep your voice down. I’m surprised you’re coherent enough to move so quickly.” The stranger reached out and helped steady his swaying body, much to his embarrassment. “Also, this isn’t your room.”

What does she mean by this isn’t my room? There were two things that were clear in this haze of confusion, One, he had no idea who she was. Two, he had no idea where he was. “Easy, big guy,” he muttered under his breath in hopes to dampen the rave that was currently in full swing in his skull. When he felt some semblance of peace, he tried again in a more modulated tone. “Who are you and why am I here?”

“I’m the girl you saved from some overly hands-y old pervert last night. As for why, you wouldn’t tell me where you’re staying, so I brought you here.” She scratched at her head and rubbed her eyes in hopes to quicken the waking up process. It seemed to be working well enough for her. He envied her lack of pain.

Here, here is where? He tried to focus on the conversation but also avoid triggering anymore of his headache. She obviously knows where this is and is comfortable enough to be in bed. Did she bring me, someone she met for the first time last night, to her house?! “Are you trying to get yourself killed? You brought a some random drunk off his ass, total stranger, home with you?!” He instantly regretted shouting. The party was still going strong at the rave in his head, featuring DJ migraine.

“Will you stop shouting and jumping to conclusions?” She glared at the former caped crusader, firmly pressing her hand over his mouth. “You were insisting on walking me home to keep any other unwanted attention away. I didn’t bring you to my house, I brought you to a nearby hotel and checked into a room for the night. I’m not an idiot.”

“So you stayed in the same room as the rando drunk stranger who demanded you take him home?” He scowled, jerking his head back. Something else he instantly regretted as a sharp pain lanced through his brain. She felt bad for him as he winced in pain, but not enough to ignore the current lecture she was getting from him for being nice.

“I said I’m not an idiot, not some rich princess. I'm not gonna book two rooms and trust that you won't run up the room service bill or extend the stay. Do I look like I belong to the Wayne family? If that were the case, I wouldn’t have to deal with seedy perverts like that guy last night.” She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her messy hair. “Besides, if you tried pulling anything with me, I would’ve left you on the road to fend for yourself.” The way she stated it so matter-of-factly made the corner of Jason’s lip twitch upwards as he swallowed a scoff. She clearly had no idea who she was speaking to.

Then again, I was plastered, he clenched his jaw and gripped the comforter that was pooled around his thighs. Anger and humiliation tumbled around inside him like an off centered washing machine. How had he let himself get so wasted? How did he even get so drunk? He was not some superhuman like Bizarro or Superman, but he was not some ordinary human either. He survived being tortured at the hands of Joker and the Lazarus Pit. Actually, since the pit, it’s been harder to get drunk like this. Now’s not the time to think about that! Start assessing the situation! He forced his mind to shift gears and began to take in the details of his surroundings. The room was spotless, spacious, and well furnished with a desk, a lounge chair, flat screen TV, and a window with a view unobstructed by buildings.

The sheets are pretty nice too. This isn’t some cheap motel, she’s going to have a pretty big bill for a last minute night. He frowned at this fact. The next thing he noticed was his companion. She was over the covers while he was under, she was fully clothed while he was shirtless. Judging from the crumpled and wrinkled state of her outfit, it was clear she slept in them. The only thing she was not wearing was her shoes. All of these details only confused him further. If we didn’t have sex, what the hell happened last night? “Ok, so I insisted on escorting you home, and you brought me to a hotel. You didn't trust me to not run the bill, so you stayed the night. Why are we both on the bed?”

“Are you always this demanding, wonder boy?” She rolled her eyes as the interrogation continued, noticing his left eye twitch at her nickname. On the other side, he was not amused at how close it was to a former title of his from his younger years. “Do you treat all the ladies you meet like this, or am I just special?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Tilting her head to one side as she eyed the handsome young man who was looking less and less attractive by the second with all the questions. “What, don't like being in the hot seat?” She batted her lashes.

“Just answer the question.” His lips pursed to the left as he leveled a glared on her.

Not so fun anymore, huh? “Alright, alright, don't get your tighty-whities in a twist! I helped you get to the bed and tried to make some arrangements on the floor, but you insisted I stay on the bed as well and wouldn't let me go until I agreed. Before I even argued, you passed out, and I was stuck being your human body pillow. I'm surprised I wasn't flattened like a pancake.” She grumbled.

“I'm not that heavy.” The infamous Red Hood carefully and stubbornly tried to get his mind to work through the pain and haze. It all seemed so far-fetched, but the gears began to turn, and the memories trickled in. The guys and I were out commemorating our first night of vacation. Some ass was causing trouble and was making a scene. That's right, he was harassing her and I cut in. Took the drink he tried forcing on her, and he got all pissy. He suggested a drinking contest and I said yes. He lightly nodded his head as the pieces slowly began to fall into place, proving her narrative to be true. “You know, you're pretty mouthy to the guy who saved you from a douchebag.” He leaned on towards her, eyes narrowed.

“And you're pretty judge-y to the girl who carried you to somewhere safe and paid for the night.” She leaned towards him in kind, challenging him by not backing away.

“I'm not that heavy,” he rolled his eyes at her choice to pick at his weight.

“Jupiter is lighter than you.” She replied in that same matter-of-fact tone she had been using most of this conversation. The very same that irked him just enough to negate how cute he found it. Or did he find that even more endearing?

“Don't act like you didn't like it.” He scoffed, fighting the corners of his lips that tugged upwards.

“I said you're heavy, not unattractive.” She countered him yet again, unfazed and ready to continue.

“So you like what you see.” A smug smirk easily won against his attempts to remain neutral or peeved.

“I'm rude, not blind.” She scoffed without missing a beat.

“Damn, you really don't quit.” He chuckled, leaning back onto his hands.

“You're finally catching on, wonder boy.” She laughed, climbing off the bed to stretch. His eye twitched again, a small victory for her. “All this banter aside, you sound like you're doing better now. Guess you’re the type that can just sleep it off. Do you need to rest more? Maybe get in touch with one of your buddies to let them know you're alive?” She tugged and pressed on her clothing, hoping to miraculously remove some wrinkles. As expected, there was no such luck.

“One last question,” he crossed his legs and leaned forward on to his thighs.

“Shocker,” she took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are you a journalist or do you just love the game 50-questions?”

“I said last one,” he repeated as his lips curled downwards into a frown.

Yeah, likely story, crossing her arms she shifted her weight on to her left leg. Jason noticed how it made her hip push outwards just enough to be noticeable. “One last question. It’s fifteen bucks for every one after.”

“Fifteen per question, that’s highway robbery!”

“You should consider yourself lucky since I’m not asking you to pay for the little rapid fire moments ago. So, you gonna ask, or what?”

“Damn, do you treat all your heroes like this?” He muttered under his breath. She raised an eyebrow, and he instantly knew she heard him. “That wasn’t my question! I was just thinking aloud.” He quickly clarified. She squinted as she debated her next decision. She gave him a silent nod and waited once more for his question. “Why am I shirtless?”

“Hell if I know, maybe you’re a sleep stripper?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“A what?” She’s insane, she has to be!

“Someone who strips while asleep, like how sleepwalkers walk in their sleep. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“How does that make any sense?”

“You fell asleep with your shirt on but you’re now shirtless. I was over the covers and you’re under them, there’s no way for me to take it off you, so it had to be you.”

“Do I look like someone who does weird shit like that?” She took the time to carefully look over the handsome and topless young man, appreciative of the view.

“Well, you’re certainly not off to a good start. You demanded some random young woman to take you to her house, forced her to be your human pillow, and interrogated her like this was all some ploy and you’re the victim.” She listed the three main points on her fingers, wiggling the digits as his eyebrows knit together again, creasing the skin between them. He looks kinda cute with this face all scrunched up like that, but it’s nearly checkout time and I’ve got work in a couple of hours. All good things must come to an end. She stood from the bed once more and made her way towards the door.

“Hey, where are you going?” He watched as she picked up one of her shoes and slipped on to her foot. She’s leaving, good. She should, it’s better she’s home sooner. This was the way it should be, and yet he had this churning feeling in his stomach that he was losing something. He hated losing.

“My real home,” she casually answered as she slipped on her other shoe.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“How will I know you’re going to get home safe?”

“You won’t, you’ll just have to believe I do.” She flashed him a cheeky grin from over her shoulder. “And with that, you’re at a grand total of $90.”

“Ninety, how?!” He sat up, mouth hung open as she placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Make that a hundred and five.”

“A hundred and five, what are yo-,” he slapped a hand over his mouth. She watched as realization dawned in his bright blue eyes.

“Nice catch, I’ll be nice with that one,” she winked. “Well, this was fun. We should do it again sometime. You can even pay me back. But until then, see you around, Wonder Boy.” She gave him a wink and vanished behind the door, laughing as his eye twitched.

Yeah, not happening if you don’t tell me how to contact you! Like I’d even do that anyway, charging me so much for a few questions. He grumbled, scratching his head and rubbing his face. He should be feeling relaxed now that she was gone, but instead the room just felt dull and empty. Shaking his head, he forced himself on to his feet and grabbed his phone from his jacket that was neatly hung on the chair. Such a busy body, why would you take care of some drunk off his ass stranger who’s tossing his shit around without a care? He glared at the worn leather before looking over the flood of unread messages before replying that he was fine and would be back at their hotel in a bit. Things would now go back to normal.

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Incurable Love

《♚ SLIGHT YANDERE / POSSESSIVE Zhongli X Reader ♚》

➳ Dynasty Au

➳ Warning : This content contains Yandere themes if you are sensitive please refrain yourself from reading it. This is purely for entertainment purpose, arts and pictures are not mine credits to respective owners, only the content is mine.

❖ You leap through the time to some dynasty and found yourself in the dark forest sunlight scatting through the leaves, on waking up you saw yourself surrounded by some men, the look on their faces made you feel some kind of outsider. They were dressed in traditional wear layers of clothes warped around them secured with leather belts, long hairs, head decorated with pretty accessories.

❖A man came forward glaring, your clothing style made them even more suspicious of you " What is your name? Who sent you here?", Starling you with his strict voice pointing a beautifully crafted weapon yet deadly in your direction that you assumed was sword. "Is this some kind of sick joke, some social experiment Hahah I ain't falling for this", you shouted looking around you for hidden cameras where are they? Other than that, it's illegal to bring people without their consent.

❖"Stop fooling around answer or die" something in his voice told you this all wasn't a joke as he put his sword near your neck. You cut your skin slightly in the attempts to push the sword away realizing it's not a play. "Do you wanna die so much?, General she doesn't look like an assassin", a young looking guy came forward, "Suspicious, everything about her is suspicious, her words, her clothes, her etiquettes, which country are you from?", Everything felt wrong you took a step back ready to run for your life while they argued with each other.

❖Your heartbeat accelerated as you ran faster than anything to save your ownself, curiously you turned your head and saw an arrow shooted towards you, subconsciously a scream left your mouth before you were pinned by the sharped arrow on the woods. "How bold are you?", General guy mocked you already on his way to grab your neck.

❖"Stop what's is this chaos for?", A deep commanding voice stopped him, he kneel down and bowed followed by all the other guys. "A sceptical girl has appeared, your majesty", he reported to the tall man dressed in all the luxury who made eye contact with yours, you adverted your eyes not wanting to offend these dangerous men after glaring at him. "Is this?", The man bend down and grabbed your chin to get a full view of your face, to find out from where you are.

"I believe people don't want to die unreasonable deaths I will ask you once where are you from?",

"I am from South",

❖You lied through your teeth making an innocent face these sharp men, hopping to not get caughted by them, his face held a cold expression clearly not showing whatever is going in his mind. "South? From felecoia island?, You hurriedly nodded your head after all you wanted was to get away from them and find your way back. "Why are you here?", "Work I need money to eat", you babbled out anything that could at least save you from his threatening presence. He was surprised, your clothing did amused him, even tho your speaking lacked manners according to the era.

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❖You were forced on Emperor Zhongli's laps reminiscing, if you would have not said the things that you said would you be somewhere else in life, why did it ended up like this?. "What are you thinking about? Today is my birthday, you should be enjoying", he said playing with your silky hair, you looked at the other side of the hall court officials drinking wine, enjoying, young girls dancing who were selected by the empress dowager so that Emperor Zhongli could choose one of them to be his wife or concubines on his birthday as gift, girls of powerful and influence families, beautiful and perfect in literature were dressed in a seductive way to win Emperor's heart but here he is looking at you with his heart eyes demanding your affection.

❖His face buried in your shoulders leaving kisses and smelling your intoxicating smell that always manages to calm him down, as you try pushing his body away with your hands that he took in his slowly intertwing, pulling your form closer, his left hands encircled your waist as he deepens the kiss running with passion as if he wants you to feel all his love towards you, his overwhelming love and desire that he can't hold back. Noble women looks at you with envy warning you to not get closer to the guy that they love.

❖Zhongli holds your hand to make you walk along side with him which was not done by any other Emperor before. Zhongli knows its wrong but he wants you to love him, piecing pain passes through his heart whenever you say you won't love him, leaving him at the verse of crying. Sometimes his love, loneliness, caring and gentle personality towards you melts your heart but his tendency to get jealous easily in small things makes you think otherwise seeing you pet an animal, he pushes it way and put his head in your lap asking you to caress his hair instead, trying to keep you closer to him all time and hugs you without your consent, making you think maybe it's a good choice to stay with him since you are not able to find your way back home.

❖Whenever you mention your timeline he holds you tight in his embrace afraid to let go so that you won't disappear. Zhongli do not show you his darker side, killing officials or their daughters and maids who plot against you on the spot, cutting their wives, husbands, concubines, sons and daughters' tongue but he isn't afraid to show you his clingingness, holding you down in his bed with him and making you his hugging pillow, trying to win your affection by showing you his pityfull and pathetic, lonely self. Surprising you that the most powerful Emperor who won each battles and states kneel infront of you begs and threatens you to love him.

❖You remember the time when you said, you liked cherry blossoms in one of your friendly lunches with Emperor, the next day you saw your backyard filled with exotic beautiful cherry blossoms trees making your jaw drop, unbelievable how did he managed to do such thing.

❖"My lady do you like it?, it's specially designed for you, each patterns are threaded perfectly, Royal tailors had spent sleepless nights to make this masterpiece asked by the Emperor", a representative tailor girl said as she carefully put the luxurious red robe around you looking for some mistaken errors trying not to displease the ruthless Emperor. Suddenly guards announced his arrival which caused head maids to retreat back, bow down and leave the chamber immediately as Zhongli springed towards you, trapping you in a hug.

❖"You look so beautiful my Empress, this should be enough", you tried to moved away from him "Empress who?, I am not any Empress", Zhongli poked your cheeks "Quit joking my love", he walked around you and stopped behind you causing you to be nervous who knows what he is planning?, Zhongli caressed your back or rather the pattern design, thread made of gold, it's Dragon's symbol which symbolizes protection, power, luck and wisdom most importantly possession of Emperor, with this on, no one will dare to come closer to you or lay their eyes on you and disrespecting you would be equal to violating Emperor's order, the punishment served will be execution, it's a simple warning to everyone.

❖Zhongli's touch caused you to jump and due to reflex you turned around to look at him, just what is this man thinking?. Zhongli grabbed your right wrist and pulled you to him making you clash against his hard toned chest, he affectionately caressed your left cheeks too drunk in your view to realize your struggles and kissed your right cheek lovingly before whispering in your ears with his deep husky voice a templating offer, "Be mine, let me love you and I will give everything you want, you are the only one I need, I am not asking much, my Goddess please be kind to me, grant me the chance to get your love, your precious than any treasure I own", before enveloping you in a desperate hug.

❖When he hugs you so affectionately but securely telling you how much he loves you that he can kill anyone, forcing you to promise that you will never leave his side whenever he finds out about your escape attempts from the shadow guards, dangerous then any other trained soldier who were assigned to guard you more like to prevent you from escaping, no wonder you always get caughted some or the other way each time you try.

❖You where gazing at all the other princes ( Emperor's brothers) gathered in imperial garden who knew they looked so handsome when Zhongli turned your face towards him by holding your chin with his index fingers " Your Highness.....what?", his angry face scared you after all he can execute anyone he wants "Go inside and wait for me", stealing a delicious view away from you "But", "Show her way inside", he commanded your maids who draged you inside.

"You should be my concubine"

"No way I will never share my husband with anyone I want to be his only wife and him to be my only husband".

❖You smiled to yourself satisfyingly he got no chance other than to leave you but instead of seeing a disappointed Zhongli you saw a blushing Zhongli, his Chief assistant was shocked who immediately turned his head in some other direction to not get his eyes plug out by the tyrant.

❖"How can I be so stupid, you shall be my only wife and be mine forever I shall be yours forever my dear wife", Zhongli said taking your left hand in his long pretty muscular hands and kissed your ring finger as your smile disappeared realizing that you digged your own grave.

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