#Yes I realize the second one was placed to close to the road I moved him further back after the video don’t worry.

[metalcatholic]

It’s that time of year I guess! I had 5 turtle crossings all along the same road. Here’s 3 of them.

[hcsiqs]

Please I’m dying for some Morgan fluff of any sorts ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

| now that you know me so well

• pairing: morgan cheli x teammate!reader

• summary: morgan realizes she has a crush on you and doesn’t know how to go about it without freaking out

• warnings: kinda soft angst to fluff??? im not sure

yes yes i love morgan

The whole team had gotten tickets to go see A Boogie in concert, so that’s how Morgan found herself in your passenger seat. You could tell something was off with her as she fiddled with the glasses that she had resting on her head. She kept taking them off her head and then would put them back on, pulling her phone out to look at herself every couple of seconds.

To you, it almost seemed like she was nervous. You weren’t sure about what, but she definitely wasn’t acting her normal bubbly self.

As soon as Morgan arrived in Connecticut the two of you hit it off immediately. You were a sophomore at UConn compared to her being a freshman, so when you had heard about her possibly committing last year, you watched all her high school highlights that you could find and immediately loved how she played the game.

The fact that she’s amazing at getting rebounds was the first thing you noticed watching her play. It honestly got you so excited for her to be playing with UConn because well, the team isn’t the best at getting rebounds. And then when she got here and was one of the sweetest most out going people you ever, you were even more excited for the year ahead.

You spent most of your time around her, just helping her out around campus here and there when she needed it, like finding the gym or cafeteria. And over those small interactions you two grew close. Which meant you had learned how she acts when she’s nervous or somethings bothering her.

“Everything good?” You asked, taking your attention away from the road for a quick second to look at the girl beside you. You took removed your right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on her leg, hoping it would calm down whatever nerves she was feeling.

But that action only seemed to up her nerves, “Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m good,” she nodded her head quickly up and down before retracting her leg from your hand as she crossed it over her other leg. You then moved your hand away from her, it finding the back of your neck as you rubbed it awkwardly.

“Ok,” you respond before placing your hand back on the wheel.

The rest of the drive was pretty silent besides A Boogie playing from the car. Then as soon as you parked she immediately got out of the car and found her way over to Aubrey. You didn’t miss the way the 6’1 grad student looked at you before going back to her conversation with Morgan.

You then found yourself getting nervous. Trying to think of ways you could’ve possibly fucked up and made Morgan not like you anymore.

As the team entered the venue, you turned your cap backwards so that the rim wouldn’t be in your face all night. And then several people headed to the concessions to get drinks, one of those people being Morgan, so obviously you followed.

But Morgan seemed to be in a non-stop conversation with Aubrey until it was her turn to order her drink. You noticed how Morgan was avoiding eye contact as she went on her phone, but then it was her time to order. You immediately stepped up beside her, making her eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I got it,” you nudged your head to the server as you placed your hand on the small of her back that was exposed due to the crop top she was sporting. “Whatcha want?”

“Um Dr. Pepper,” she gave an awkward smile.

“Two Dr. Peppers please,” you smiled at the server, your hand still resting on her back. You then handed them your card before receiving the two drinks. Before you got the chance to hand Morgan hers, she was fishing for her wallet in her pants to try and pay you back. “Chill Mo, it’s just a drink,” you laughed, guiding the two of you to your seats with the rest of the team.

The concert was fun, with Paige getting recognized every five seconds and as well just being together with everyone on the team. But once the concert came to a close and due to Paige’s popularity, the team found themselves shooting basketballs with A Boogie in some random parking lot. You decided that this would be a good time to talk to Morgan and ask if you had done something because if it went badly, no one would be paying attention.

“Can I talk to you?” You bent down to whisper in Morgan’s ear, your fingertips lingering on her back. From how close you two were, you could hear her take in a deep breath before nodding her head yes. You then took her to a quieter area, away from everyone yelling. You let out a deep breath before shoving your hands in your oversized jeans, “Did I do something? I-I just feel like I did. And if I did something to make you uncomfortable I’m really sorry,” you began rambling, your eyes searching Morgan’s for any indication of what you had done.

“No, no,” she immediately shut you down. “You didn’t do anything,” she reassured you. She brought her hands up to her hair parting the back of it before laying it down against her chest. “I—um,” she started to talk but it was evident how nervous she was.

“Oh,” you nodded, still trying to figure out why she had been acting so weird around you lately. “Are you sure? I just feel like you’ve been acting different towards me lately.”

Morgan sucked her teeth and then started biting the inside of her cheeks, too scared to say what she was thinking. The truth was that she had gained a crush on you and suddenly didn’t know how to act around you and she most definitely thought she was doing better at covering it up.

She opened her mouth before closing it right back, trying to find the words. You just let the silence fall between you as you could see the wheels turning in her head.

“Um, so, I think I like you, an-and it freaks me out because now I don’t know what to do or say or anything. And I know you probably don’t like me like that so yeah,” she spoke quickly, the embarrassment taking over her cheeks in a red flush.

You couldn’t help but smile at her. The way she was so nervous to tell, but you could also feel your heart smiling at her confession.

“Just forget I said anything,” her eyes were trained on her feet as she tried walking back to the group, but you stopped her with your arm and pulled her back in front of you.

“I like you too,” you smiled, your hand coming up to her face and cupping her jaw. “Like a lot,” you laughed before bringing her into a sweet and short kiss.

“Really?” her brown eyes sparkled as looked into yours, her cheeks now pink from the soft kiss.

“Mhm,” you nodded with a big stupid smile on your lips. Your lips met hers again, but now her hands came to your head pulling you in deeper, also causing your hat to fall off from her hands pulling on it. You both let out a laugh as it hit the floor, and once you pulled back you picked the hat up and placed it on the freshman’s head. “You look cute.”

“Not cuter than you,” she replied, her hands coming up to the hat on her head.

allie’s corner

i love me some cheli cheli

[secret-sturniolo]

tour bus - matt sturniolo

based on this request - Pls do one where the reader and Matt decide to fck in the tour bus while everyone else was inside of target getting stuff, can Matt also be sub and have a mommy kink? Thanks youuu :)

warnings - smut, sub!matt, mommy kink, a little bit of praise kink sprinkled in

a/n - iv'e never written sub!matt or a mommy kink before, so you guys will have to tell me if you like it or not.

Me being Matt's girlfriend, he invited me to come on tour with them. Of course, I said yes. We were now halfway through their month-long tour, which meant it has been a while since Matt and I were able to have sex, and we were both pretty pent up at this point.

We were on the road again traveling to the next venue, and I had been subtly teasing Matt all day. Little things like placing my hand on his thigh, slowly moving my hand farther up. Things like that, that I know drive him crazy. His breath would hitch, and he had to pull himself out of his trance to engage in the conversation, so as not to become suspicious to those around us.

"Baby, you have to stop." He whispers in my ear. I just smirk at him in return.

I decide to give him a break from the teasing, going back to the conversation with Chris, Nick, and Madi. It wasn't long before we got off the highway to stop at a Target since the others had some things they needed to pick up.

"Y/n, Matt, you guys coming in?" Nick asked us as he was getting ready to leave the bus.

I answered for both of us. "No, that's okay, we are going to just stay here."

Nick shrugged his shoulders and left the bus with the rest. Once I knew they were gone, I turned to Matt.

"So, it looks like we're all alone for a while." I said suggestively.

"Come kiss me?" Was all he said.

I moved to sit on his lap, and cupped his cheeks in my hands. Our lips connecting in a scorching kiss, both of us finally releasing our pent up feelings. His hands were on my hips, holding me close as our tongues clashed with each other.

"Are you gonna let mommy make you feel good?" I say, kissing his neck.

"Y/n....We don't have a lot of time!"

"Then we better get started, hm?"

He inhaled deeply. "Shit, how could I say no to that?"

I kissed him deeply once more before moving off of his lap so I could pull down his sweats. I could see that he was already semi-hard and sensitive. I began to palm him through his boxers.

"Y/n, no teasing, please!" He begged.

I made him look me in the eyes. "No, you do as mommy says, remember?" I told him sternly.

I was desperate to make him feel good, (and make myself feel good), so I gave in to what he wanted, pulling down his boxers and letting his dick spring out. My hand grabbed the base of his cock, slowly jerking it before leaning down to take him in my mouth.

"Ah fuck! Please, mommy!"

"Please what, baby?"

"Please ride me!" he whines.

"Have you been a good boy? Are you sure you deserve that?"

"Yes, mommy I've been so good, you know that!"

I moved again so that I was back on his lap, and teased his tip at my entrance before lowering myself onto his cock. We both sighed at the relief as I began bouncing up and down. My hands were gripping on to his shoulders, while his hands remained on my waist. Strings of curses left both of our mouths as Matt began thrusting up, meeting my hips halfway.

"Fuck, Matt! Making mommy feel so good..." I trailed off, lost in a trance of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum! Can I cum?" Matt asked me.

"Go ahead baby, I'm close too!" I said, a moaning mess.

Within seconds we came simultaneously, him filling me up with his hot cum. Out of breath, we both stayed still until we realized that our time was quickly running out.

"Fuck, as much as I want to savor this moment, they are probably going to be coming back any minute, so we better get cleaned up." Matt told me.

I realized he was right, and not wanting to get caught, we both made our way to the busses bathroom and got cleaned up. Just as we were walking back to the couch, Nick, Chris, and Madi burst through the door holding shopping bags.

"Hey guys! You didn't have any fun without us, did you?"

Matt and I shared a small smirk.

Little do they know...

[hhughes]

Does she ever make it one of his games her senior year?

yes she does! after she realizes how disappointed he was that she wasn’t at the previous one she makes it a priority to go to the next one. . . wearing his jersey as an extra little apology🥰

. . .

“there’s something about my last name on your back dais,” jack says as a way of greeting as he meets her in the parking lot after the game, a sparkle in his eye as it lands on the jersey she was wearing, his jersey.

“you’ve seen your last name on my back countless times Jack,” daisy teases and jack steps closer as she leans against her car, putting his hands on either side of her hips and leaning slightly closer

he can smell her perfume from here, and he’s almost desperate to get the jersey back from her and wear it himself, always having that scent close

“yeah but this is different. it’s my jersey,” he replies tugging on the sleeve gently. of course she’s worn quinn’s jersey more times than jack cares to remember but she was wearing his tonight.

“you see my goal?” jack asks when she doesn’t respond, a big grin on his face

“couldn’t miss it even if I wanted to,” she says, thinking about how she was unable to draw her attention away from jack on the ice for even a second. even when he didn’t have the puck, there was just something about the way he moved that made her captivated by him

“good. it was for you,” jack replies, and a smile pulls at the edges of her lips that she’s trying to contain, and jack desperately wants her to give in, wanting nothing more than to see the two dimples that always appear when he’s lucky enough to get a smile outta her

“does that line usually work for you stud?” daisy teases, placing her hand on his chest and jack hopes she can’t feel the way his heart immediately speeds up at the simple touch

stud? that’s a new one. and jack curses the way his stomach flips at the new nickname

“it has a pretty good track record,” jack teases back and daisy scoffs, pushing him away slightly

“there’s my favourite girl,” a voice comes from behind him and jack can’t help but roll his eyes when he recognizes it.

“hi trev,” she greets, a polite smile on her face and jack desperately wants to go back to a few moments ago when it was just the two of them and all her attention was on him.

“hi dais,” trevor says back enthusiastically, squeezing her tight and pressing a chaste peck on her left cheek, shooting jack a cheeky grin as his head rests on hers

“you’re breaking quinn’s five second hug rule,” jack comments

“not like he’s here to enforce it,” trevor responds

“I’d be happy to do it for him,” jack replies and trevor frowns in response, reluctantly stepping away from her

“let’s get you guys home. I told your mom I’d drive you. where’s alex?” daisy asks, directing the question at trevor.

“he’ll be out in a few,” trevor responds jumping into the back seat and daisy and jack follow shortly after. jack sliding into the passenger seat

“can I have aux?” trevor asks reaching across the console before daisy’s even answered to search for the chord but jack snatches it before he has a chance to

“she doesn’t like listening to music while she drives,” jack responds, knowing she got into a small accident a few weeks ago due to her swerving to miss a squirrel running across the road. she wasn’t harmed, nor was anyone else except the neighbours mail box but ever since she hasn’t liked having the radio on or having any other unnecessary distractions

“it’s okay, you guys can play whatever you want,” daisy reassures him but jack only clenches the chord tighter, slightly annoyed at how easily she’s willing to make herself uncomfortable to please other people. just like he knows she’s not entirely comfortable driving with three other people in the car yet, but she’ll do it cause his mom asked her to.

“s’not gonna kill anyone to sit in silence for a few minutes, no matter how foreign the concept might be to him,” jack says, directing the last part of his sentence towards his friend and trevor only smiles shaking his head and sitting back against the seat

“are you staying for dinner dais?” trevor asks only a few seconds later, proving jack’s point

“yeah, I’m staying for dinner, probably hanging out with Quinn for an hour or two before heading home,” daisy answers and jack purses his lips at the reminder that once again, she’s not coming to his house to see him. or celebrate his win. she’ll be there to see quinn.

but at least he’ll have someone else that’ll give trevor a hard time whenever he flirts with daisy.

[sturniolodreamz]

tour bus - matt sturniolo

based on this request - Pls do one where the reader and Matt decide to fck in the tour bus while everyone else was inside of target getting stuff, can Matt also be sub and have a mommy kink? Thanks youuu :)

warnings - smut, sub!matt, mommy kink, a little bit of praise kink sprinkled in

a/n - iv'e never written sub!matt or a mommy kink before, so you guys will have to tell me if you like it or not.

tags: @ashleighpray23 @sturniol0z @ethereal-lovers

Me being Matt's girlfriend, he invited me to come on tour with them. Of course, I said yes. We were now halfway through their month-long tour, which meant it has been a while since Matt and I were able to have sex, and we were both pretty pent up at this point.

We were on the road again traveling to the next venue, and I had been subtly teasing Matt all day. Little things like placing my hand on his thigh, slowly moving my hand farther up. Things like that, that I know drive him crazy. His breath would hitch, and he had to pull himself out of his trance to engage in the conversation, so as not to become suspicious to those around us.

"Baby, you have to stop." He whispers in my ear. I just smirk at him in return.

I decide to give him a break from the teasing, going back to the conversation with Chris, Nick, and Madi. It wasn't long before we got off the highway to stop at a Target since the others had some things they needed to pick up.

"Y/n, Matt, you guys coming in?" Nick asked us as he was getting ready to leave the bus.

I answered for both of us. "No, that's okay, we are going to just stay here."

Nick shrugged his shoulders and left the bus with the rest. Once I knew they were gone, I turned to Matt.

"So, it looks like we're all alone for a while." I said suggestively.

"Come kiss me?" Was all he said.

I moved to sit on his lap, and cupped his cheeks in my hands. Our lips connecting in a scorching kiss, both of us finally releasing our pent up feelings. His hands were on my hips, holding me close as our tongues clashed with each other.

"Are you gonna let mommy make you feel good?" I say, kissing his neck.

"Y/n....We don't have a lot of time!"

"Then we better get started, hm?"

He inhaled deeply. "Shit, how could I say no to that?"

I kissed him deeply once more before moving off of his lap so I could pull down his sweats. I could see that he was already semi-hard and sensitive. I began to palm him through his boxers.

"Y/n, no teasing, please!" He begged.

I made him look me in the eyes. "No, you do as mommy says, remember?" I told him sternly.

I was desperate to make him feel good, (and make myself feel good), so I gave in to what he wanted, pulling down his boxers and letting his dick spring out. My hand grabbed the base of his cock, slowly jerking it before leaning down to take him in my mouth.

"Ah fuck! Please, mommy!"

"Please what, baby?"

"Please ride me!" he whines.

"Have you been a good boy? Are you sure you deserve that?"

"Yes, mommy I've been so good, you know that!"

I moved again so that I was back on his lap, and teased his tip at my entrance before lowering myself onto his cock. We both sighed at the relief as I began bouncing up and down. My hands were gripping on to his shoulders, while his hands remained on my waist. Strings of curses left both of our mouths as Matt began thrusting up, meeting my hips halfway.

"Fuck, Matt! Making mommy feel so good..." I trailed off, lost in a trance of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum! Can I cum?" Matt asked me.

"Go ahead baby, I'm close too!" I said, a moaning mess.

Within seconds we came simultaneously, him filling me up with his hot cum. Out of breath, we both stayed still until we realized that our time was quickly running out.

"Fuck, as much as I want to savor this moment, they are probably going to be coming back any minute, so we better get cleaned up." Matt told me.

I realized he was right, and not wanting to get caught, we both made our way to the busses bathroom and got cleaned up. Just as we were walking back to the couch, Nick, Chris, and Madi burst through the door holding shopping bags.

"Hey guys! You didn't have any fun without us, did you?"

Matt and I shared a small smirk.

Little do they know...

[justcallmenikki7]

BTS Reaction To: The Purge Night

Mafia!Au-Purge!Au-Split!Au

Summary: experiencing the purge with your mafia boyfriend can go many different ways.

Warnings: killing/murder (obviously, it’s the purge lmao), language, stealing/robbery, slight angst, fluff (haha), suggestive comments, badass y/n, torturing, crack, nonconsensual touching from stranger, split!jungkook, character slapping reader, angst, taehyung being taehyung.

W.C.: 3.9k

Notes: hiiiii! I’m back. My life has been so chaotic and busy ever since I got my second job back in March, and so I haven’t had much time to myself to even do anything. Thankfully, I learned on how to take time for myself now and balancing everything out. Anyways! I apologize if I’m rusty with my writing, it’s been a while. And idk how to feel about taehyungs part.

Kim Seokjin:

Ever since Korea has followed along with the United States by having the annual Purge two years ago, you decided with your boyfriend to go and experience it. Now, of course, you are prepared. Having a boyfriend who is the leader of the Korean Mafia, it’s no secret that he is prepared in many ways when it comes to…illegal things.

At first, he was against the idea of you going out on purge night, but once he realized that this was an internal thrill and want for you, he decided to go along with it. Whenever you heard of the purge happening in America, there was this thrill and excitement for one night a year for legal crime, you were wanting it to happen in Korea, and once you heard the news of Korea writing a bill and finalizing it, you wanted to purge. Now, it is a sick want, but some people need to release their anger and do shit that they would not do on a normal day when there are laws in place, but having that ability to do it with no repercussions, what could go wrong?

You were finally able to release the anger and hurt that a few people caused you and you wanted pay back. Could you just have Jin kidnapped and you could enjoy your sick pleasure by torturing them? Of course, but it is different when you can do everything start to finish.

“Babe, I think they’re dead…” you heard your boyfriend say in a monotone over the noise of your knife stabbing into the lady who embarrassed you when you were in sixth grade in front of the student body. She caused you anxiety and humiliation at a young age.

“Are you sure? Her body moved just a second ago.” You questioned cutely, already knowing she’s leaving the mortal realm. You’re just enjoying the thought of her never living again.

“Yes… she died five minutes ago, shortly after her husband.” Jin stated with a smirk on his face from watching you huff and fix your ponytail after giving the woman one last jab at her chest. Pushing off the wall, he walked over to you and cradled your face in his hands, loving how your cheeks crinkle your eyes because of how you have big cheeks that fit your face so well. “You do realize you spent about close to two hours of torturing and killing her that you have ten hours left? We must drive an hour to the next ‘victim’ of yours. And that depends if the roads are blocked off from Purgers.”

“With your driving, well make it there in twenty-five minutes. Plus, the boys already made sure that they’re not blocked.” You commented, grinning at Jin’s face turning red from realizing that you’re right.

“Okay, let’s get going, smart ass.” He ordered, slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and helping you step over the murder scene that just took place in the house.

Min Yoongi:

When the first purge happened in Korea, you and your boyfriend Min Yoongi obviously joined in on the fun. Now, on the second year, that is happening once again.

You were currently getting dressed into your purge outfit. You are wearing jean shorts with fishnets, combat boots, a crop top, a black leather jacket, your hair straightened, and face paint that is skeleton designed. Yes, you know that there is no reason to get dressed up for this night, but there’s no point in going out in sweats and a hoodie while you rob Walmart, the mall, and Hobby Lobby. You want to play the part.

You convinced your boyfriend to dress up with you this year since he did not last year, and it took lots of bribing and promising things, but you got what you wanted in the end like you always do.

“Babe, you ready? In about ten minutes the sirens will go off and along with announcement.” Your boyfriend told you as he walked into the bedroom, mouth dropping at your outfit, and just you in general. He’s now thinking about you guys staying in because he can feel himself getting excited at what he wanted to do with you – to you. “Maybe we should stay in tonight babe.”

Turning around, you glared at him. “Do you not realize that Hobby Lobby has cute house décor that we need for this place?”

“But I can just buy them for you baby,” your boyfriend pouted, along with making a fair point.

“But we can save that money with just stealing, legally! Plus, what’s the fun in that? We can take whatever we want without having to spend a single dime. And there’s build a bear at the mall, and I want all the stuff animals. We are not staying home just so you can rip my outfit apart. We can do that after the purge.” You countered back, determined to get free things, and possibly fighting someone who gets in your way.

It's been a stressful week with idiots at your job, and you’re looking for a reason to punch somebody.

Grumbling, your boyfriend threw his hands up in defeat, not wanting to challenge you while your mind is set. He’s learned when you threw a water bottle at him in the nono region when he tried to persuade you from not spending $50 on a large stuffed llama at Walmart because you already had plenty of stuffed animal llamas at home.

“Yes ma’am, can we at least break into the Oliva Garden on seventh street and take their breadsticks on the way home? I’ve been craving them lately.” He asked, putting his necklace on that you got him on your guy’s sixth month anniversary and his rings.

“I was about to ask the same thing,” you said, spraying your favorite perfume on. Right as you sat it down on your vanity, the sirens went off. Grabbing your gun that was specially made for you, you put in the gun holster that went with the outfit and your bag that had an emergency kit for just in case, along with one extra gun, you walked up and kissed your boyfriend.

“Ready baby?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s roll! Hobby Lobby, here we come!”

Jung Hoseok:

It was a good idea at first, but now you’re questioning your train of thought from earlier, along with listening to your boyfriend. But sometimes men don’t know what they’re talking about. But then also is a long-time thief and is a mafia boss, so he does know what he’s talking about half of the time.

You just hate being wrong.

You thought that breaking into a bank that looked untouched from any other Purger’s was skeptical, but you decided to go ahead and do it anyways. But now, you realized that you should’ve listened to your conscious and boyfriend.

“This is your fault.” Your boyfriend commented, handcuffed to the wall.

“How is it my fault? You should’ve said something,” you snapped back, knowing that he did, but you won’t admit that he’s right.

“Stop being stubborn and just say, ‘babe, you were right, I’m a dumbass.’” He sassed, giving you a look that you hate. If only your hands weren’t handcuffed you would have smacked him, because it is the look of ‘you’re a dumbass,’ and know you were a dumbass, but you had a good idea that seemed like one to you, but it wasn’t.

You live and you learn.

“If you don’t wipe that look off of your face, I’ll do it for you after the boys get here and rescue us.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me?” He spoke in a childish tone, but you ignored and acted like you didn’t hear him.

Yes, you two are acting like children while being held at gun point, not caring that you are getting judgmental looks from your captors. What is even funnier, they don’t realize that they have the king and queen of the Korean mafia handcuffed to a pole. So, they are in a big surprise when the gang gets here.

“Will you two shut the fuck up? You sound like my kids right now.” A guy snapped, massaging his temples as if he has a headache.

“No, he called me a dumbass,” you argued back, “and I am not a dumbass.”

“You kind of are, babe.” Hoseok commented in a nonchalant tone. And after he said that gun fire began, a sign that his gang was here.

It was a quick process to say the least since the men who cuffed you both and had guns pointing at you for fifteen minutes were amateurs. After both of you getting uncuffed and you getting lectured by Jungkook and Taehyung on how you don’t know how to rob a place, you hit Hoseok in the arm.

“That’s for calling me dumbass,” you sneered, an angry look on your face.

“Noona, you kind of are…” the maknae’s said at the same time, quickly looking away once they felt your glare.

Kim Namjoon:

You don’t know what it is with your boyfriend, but he is like a child on Christmas morning when it comes to robbing places. He is in his own little world, piling up video games for the Maknae line for their Christmas presents, all of the sprite that he was able to get into the cart for Hoseok, all the colorful lights that Yoongi has talked about getting for his music room that he has at the house as his getaway area whenever he has the chance with his busy schedule of tracking people down, and then Jin kitchen décor for the kitchen at the base. You guys probably need to make a pit stop at HomeGoods for more of the decor because Walmart doesn’t have good selections, but it is the thought that matters.

“Babe! I found a book that I want to read!” Joon yelled out, reading the summary on the back of the book.

“What’s it called?” You asked, walking up to him and leaning your head against his arm, looking down at it.

“It’s called ‘The Cellar’ and it’s by this writer named Natasha Peterson. I’ve never heard of her, but this book sounds awesome.” He commented, placing it gently into the cart, “I’m getting it. I saw that it is a series, so we need to stop by Barnes and Nobel to get the rest of the series.” He mentally added that onto his list.

The peacefulness that was surrounding you both as you guys wondered around Walmart ended as soon as loud laughter sounded throughout the store and a gunshot. Namjoon instantly went into mafia mode, which is what you call it, and grabbed you and threw himself over you as he moved you both behind the shelf of towels and shielded you from any harm. His gun was pulled, and he was already texting the boys, who were also out and about on purge night, that there was a problem. You can’t trust anyone in general, but on Purge night, it’s a different ball game.

You could hear the group being rowdy, knocking everything over that was in their sight, making vulgar comments, and being disgusting in general. It sounded like they were getting closer, and that was making you nervous because of the fucking cart that was in the middle of the aisle.

“Joon, the cart.” You whispered, nervous as hell.

Namjoon muttered ‘fuck’ under his voice and was about to get up and grab the cart, when all the sudden WAP by Cardi B began blaring throughout the store.

Fucking Taehyung.

This obviously grabbed the groups attention because you heard them become alarmed, and slightly confused, on why WAP was blaring over the speakers. You heard someone yell, and then the sound of running on the other side of the aisle. You exhaled, relaxing when you heard the music turn off and Taehyung’s voice.

“I’m such a smart individual you guys.”

Park Jimin:

You and your boyfriend Jimin decided to stay in for the night. You both are not ones to partake in the new holiday because Jimin already deals with it daily. Whereas with you, you are not a fan of murder, despite being married to a mafia boss.

The house was on lock down, security cameras live on the second T.V. in the living room, the other T.V. playing your favorite show, the both of you cuddled up on the couch, and your favorite alcohol beverages next to both of you. It was peaceful, something that you both love when it comes to being with one another. It can be quiet, and no words spoken while you two are together and it isn’t boring or awkward, just peaceful.

That was until the camera for the backyard went black and Jimin got up quickly, and the look of anger and calculation was on his face. The peacefulness gone and the thought of murder was settling in the air.  Becoming nervous, you jumped up and stood right behind your boyfriend, hands holding to both of his arms, and you pushing yourself up against him, trying to become one with him.

“Baby, grab the gun that’s in the cushion that you were sitting on. You remember how to use it, right?” Your husband asked, checking to make sure you remember. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to use a gun because there was never a need too, until tonight.

“Yeah, I remember,” you answered while you grabbed it, hating the cold feeling to it.

“Good, stay next to me at all times, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” He replied, grabbing his gun from the side table, cocking it, and began to walk towards the kitchen where the bulletproof glass was that gave you both the ability to look outside. Peeking through it, your heart dropped at what you saw.

One of your security men hanging from the tree that was by your back porch. The churning of your stomach, heart pounding in your chest, and the want to wish you were dreaming was taking over your mind. And what was worse, the lights going out in the house. No power, no ability to see, and the fear of losing your husband became too much.

“Oh Jimin, I’m back. Let’s have some fun, shall we? There is only eleven hours left, and that gives us time to catch up. It’s been a long time, my friend.” A voice you never heard before sounded through the house, and it held everything but kindness.

Clutching Jimin’s arms, you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“Text the boys and tell them to hurry and tell them that Jacob isn’t dead. Tell them to come prepared,” he demanded quietly. “And if we don’t make it, just know we will meet again. I love you Y/N.” Jimin promised, bringing you in and holding you tightly.

Never in the ten years of knowing Jimin have you heard him sound scared before. But you did forget that there are still somethings you don’t know about him, and this is one of them.

Kim Taehyung:

There have always been snakes in every group, whether that being in gangs, friendships, relationships, or even in workplaces. There has been suspicion of a couple of snakes in the gang that your boyfriend runs, and you didn’t think that they would have the balls to do it on the night of the purge, of all days. You could do it on a Sunday, but they thought it would be best to do it on the night of a murder holiday.

You were sitting comfortably on the couch in your boyfriend’s office, watching Tik Tok and talking with your boyfriend as he does paperwork. Everything was peaceful until the moment that his six best friends ran into the office, closing the door and having pissed off looks on their faces.

“What the hell is going on?” Taehyung asked, standing up with a calculated look on his face.

“It’s Max and Jaiden. They’re the snitches and they’re gathering a few others to take us out tonight. Our security teams. The ones who are here now in this building.” Namjoon responds.

“Are you fucking serious? And are they stupid?” Taehyung questions, hands turning into fists as he thinks on what to do. It took a few moments for him to figure out on what he wants to do, before he looks up, “let’s go get rid of them all, but let’s save the two fuckers for last. We need to know what they all had done.”

The six men nod their heads before they left the room. Taehyung was the last to leave because he needed to gather a few things, along with kissing you goodbye. “Lock the door on my way out, you know it’s me when I do the three knocks.” He told you, helping you off the couch and led you to the door. As he walked out, you closed it and locked it, before making your way back to the couch to get comfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, the three knocks sounded. You realized it wasn’t a long process, but you brushed it off as you got to the door and opened it. Only to be greeted with Jaiden. Your heart fell to your stomach, and you quickly stood back.

“Hey, Y/N. Didn’t think I know the knock trick, huh?” He smirked, gun drawn and pointing at you.

“You know you have a death wish if you try something,” you pointed out, “you should really think about whatever you’re planning on doing.”

You didn’t even see him raise his hand until you felt it on your cheek. “Shut the fuck up. Do you not realize how fucking irritating it is to be bossed around and not be appreciated? For everything you do for this fucking gang, huh? You sacrifice your life daily for a guy who doesn’t even know how to fight. What kind of fucking leader is that, huh? And then see him take the girl you have loved for years and claim her as his own?” He questioned, stepping towards you.

You’re focusing on two things right now. The pain in your cheek and his reference towards you. He’s been in love with you? And he thinks that Taehyung has taken you from him? This guy is fucking delusional.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about? You could’ve done this tomorrow, or yesterday, or even last month. But, on purge night? That is hilarious.” You heard your boyfriend, relief flooding through your body. A groan of pain and the sound of electricity sounded through the air, and you know it was the taser that Jungkook bought for shits and giggles. Looking up, hand on your cheek from the hit, you said Jaiden on the ground, Taehyung standing above him. “You’re going to wish that you never once laid a hand on MY girl and for going behind my back to Ateez and giving them information.” Taehyung growled out, looking at you with a look that shook you to your bones.

Jeon Jungkook:

Occasionally, your boyfriends alter appears. Sometimes, it scares you because of how violent he can get, along with barely interacting with him. JK, for the first time in over a year, that you know of because that was the last time you had interacted with him for a few minutes, is out tonight.

You don’t know how to approach him, you don’t know how to do anything because of how you barely know him. You know that he is your boyfriend, and you do love him, but he scares you. You know that he wouldn’t do anything to you at all – he even told you that himself last year, but you know that you do not want to see him in action.

The gang had to leave the base because of Purgers who hate the gang, despite them never hurting an innocent citizen and only trying to protect them, raided the base and only a few got out. So now, you guys are now in the city, trying to get to across town on foot to the safety house that’s in the country. Everyone’s running, JK and his six brothers who are prepared for anything, and several other men who are a part of the gang are keeping the extra eye out for any danger.

You’re not an athletic person, running is not in your vocabulary, and so you are getting winded quickly. You thought you would be an athletic person when it comes to possibly dying, having all the adrenaline in you, but there isn’t any and so you’re slowly falling behind. Not being able to speak up because of having no breath in you since it’s long gone from the running you’ve done, you stop for a second and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath and stretch for a few seconds.

Of course, you’re that person that stopped and now you’re getting yanked from the back. Screaming, which catches everyone’s attention, you began to kick the person who has a hold of you.

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend screamed, running towards you, only stop when other people came out of their hiding places and having guns drawn and ready to shoot. The look on your boyfriend’s face sent fear down your spine because it’s a look of pure bloodlust, the want to kill and torture the man who has you. “Let her fucking go, now.” He demanded, voice thick and deep.

“And why’s that? You don’t want to share this piece of meat with anyone else? Listen, pal, I can do whatever I want tonight and that is her.” The guy cockily said, the feeling of his hand sneaking down you, causing you to squirm and move his hand away. “Good luck on trying to stop me, but I have more men than you. There’s no way you’re going to—” He stopped in his sentence from your elbow jabbing into his stomach and then your foot making contact his dick. You learn thing or two from dating your boyfriend. “You fucking bitch!”

A warzone happened, and you somehow dodged his fist as it flew at you, but you ran towards your boyfriend, jumping into his arms, only to meet the ground with your back and he threw himself on top of you to protect you from any danger. The guns stop firing, and you heard the guy who grabbed you groaning. Hoseok managed to shoot him in the leg, but everyone else in his group are now dead, along with a wounded Jimin and Seokjin, and a dead member who meant everything to everyone.

“Nice job, baby,” JK praised, standing you both up, only to pull you against him, both your chests pressed together and his hands gripping your waist. This caused a blush to ran come across your cheeks and your chest, the look in his eyes hooded, but you know it is still JK, and this got you even more excited and nervous.

“Well, Jungkook taught me a thing or two… and so, I just acted.” You stuttered, trying to keep eye contact, but it being difficult from how intense JK is staring at you.

“Well, I can teach you a thing or two later. But now baby, I have to do something that I don’t want you to watch, or if you want to, I can teach you a few other things. But I don’t want to scare you away. So, now be a good girl and look the other way, you won’t like what you’ll see.” He ordered, eyes now deadly and not the ones that made an appearance for a few moments that comforted you.

[adventuringblind]

I remember you

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

Genre: sad with a happy ending

Request: yes! I hope you like it as much as I do! I’m open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Daniel, George, Pierre, and poly relationships. Don’t be shy I don’t judge. I promise.

Summary: Max and reader have been pining after each other for awhile now but haven’t confessed. When an accident changes everything, Max fears he may have missed his change.

Warnings: major accident, description of injuries, pining,

Notes: written in third person

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Masterlist

She’d managed to get the second seat at Redbull. She gets along well with her teammate and she’s managing to keep up with him. Her team is first in the constructors championship. Life couldn’t have been better for her. Until the smoke filled her nostrils and the orange tried to lick at every part of her.

Her road was filled with hard work and she was so proud of herself for making it this far. Starting with alphatauri and finally getting the second Redbull seat.

Her and Max had been friends since she started in formula 1. Though it was obvious there was more to their friendship then they would confess to themselves or each other. Everyone teased them about it. But neither had been able to confront those feelings.

Her having to deal with the already male dominated sport and being asked ridiculous questions. Him defending his title and struggling with how to communicate emotions.

The way the two drove together in sync. Trusting each other to make the right calls. It was a testament to the connection between them.

Outside the track the talked often. Pushing each other, encouraging one another, it was a sight to see for every party involved.

“Are you ever going to confess to her?” Daniel asked Max one afternoon.

Max looked longingly across the garage where you were talking to your engineers. “But things are already so good. I don’t want to ruin it and I’m not sure she feels the same.”

“I just hope you don’t regret it one day, mate.”

It wasn’t even a day later that Max realized Daniel had been right.

~

She was set to place second, the race closer then you would’ve liked with a few laps to go. She’d been aggressively defending from the Mercedes behind her.

The Mercedes switched to trying an overtake on the outside. The proximity to her far too close for her liking. She thought she’d be given the space. She overestimated.

The confusion quickly over took her senses. One minute she was driving on the track and the next she was spinning. It was so fast she hadn’t even realized her car was in the air. The force of the impact was so great at one point she lost consciousness.

She woke up to her ears ringing and heat dancing around her skin. People screaming her name. She needed to move but couldn’t. The halo of the car had been bent in odd directions, preventing a her from an easy escape.

She tried to keep her panic away but But it was getting harder to breath and the heat was getting more intense. She tried pushing herself a little further out. Grasping at anything that could help her.

She could vaguely hear a familiar voice screaming her name. The copper taste in her mouth getting stronger. Then a hand. Trying to pull her out of the intensifying heat.

Hazy sky started to come into view. Her body trying to succumb to the darkness once again. But his blue eyes wouldn’t let her. Her body limp as he dragged her away from the danger. Why was he so sad? Hadn’t he won the race?

His mouth was saying words she couldn’t hear. Moving her. Trying his best to keep her awake.

Then he was being pulled away. Fighting whoever it was trining to take him away from her. She didn’t want him to leave. Screaming at him not to let her go. It felt that the farther away he got the more her body hurt. The heat pulling her back in again. Hands lifting her back to the sky. She wanted Max back. The cloudiness of her mind clearly picturing him.

It didn’t take long for the darkness to come back.

~

“How’s she doing” asked Max. It was near the end of the race and he knew she was fighting to keep second.

“She’s fine, just focus on bringing it home.” Came GP’s voice through the radio.

He couldn’t help but check his mirrors every few seconds. Concerned at how close the Mercedes was getting to her car. But he knew she was a fighter and wouldn’t give up easily. He smiled while thinking about her. Maybe Daniel was right. He always talked about living with no regrets.

He’d decided. He would tell you after the race. After she won her fight.

Then it all changed to fast. He saw it happen. Her tire being hit at the perfect angle to send her flying. Tumbling through the gravel. The fire already seen and she hadn’t stopped spinning yet.

He held his breath as he waited. The red flags already out.

“Is she okay GP?” His voice came out panicked. He couldn’t lose her yet. Not before he got to tell her how he feels.

“We don’t know yet.”

His car was pulled over before he could get any farther. Getting out at an inhuman speed and sprinting to where to crash had been.

Her car was melded to the barriers. Halo shifted in odd directions. Fire consuming most of the area at this point. The Marshalls doing their best to put it out.

He knew he was being reckless but he didn’t car. She needed to get out. He could vaguely see her body dangling through the flames.

Max ran over and immediately was trying to grab for her. The Marshalls making to attempt at stopping him. Only spraying where his arms were to help him get her out of the car.

He felt her move. Shoving herself forward. Trying to connect her hand to his. Until finally, they managed.

The heat was becoming unbearable even for him. He quickly tried to pull her body from the car. Weaving her away body through the dented halo. Dragging her farther away from the smoke when he managed to get her out.

He snapped his helmet off, getting breath back into his lungs. Then he snapped off hers. He was yelling her name. Hopefully giving her senses something to hold on to.

Her eyes found his and he immediately was crying in relief. Holding her in his hands. Assessing the damage to her body.

It didn’t take long for the Marshalls to pull him away. Trying to get her into the medical vehicle so they could help her.

He fought them. Every rational part of his brain gone. Needing to stay with her his only priority. Even more so as she reached for him. Softly saying his name. Coughing violently as she did so. Tear staining her cheeks.

Daniel had run to him in the track. Gripping his shoulders and checking over him. Max’s mind was spinning though. Daniels words falling in deaf ears as he led Max away.

Even as they got back to the garage, Daniel didn’t leave. Concern for his friend keeping him posted at his side.

Max did end up winning the race. Only to stand on the podium missing you.

He barely remembers anything about it. Spacing out when Christian drove him to the medical center. The two waiting for any word on the female drivers condition.

Max saw the way blood had pulled into her mouth as she tried to speak to him. The image burned into his brain.

He wanted- no- needed to see her.

So when the doctor finally called her name, he nearly fell over from standing up so fast. The doctor listed every injury she sustained. Including that of major head trauma. Possibly hindering her ability to race ever again.

Max’s hand flew to his mouth. A nausea inducing feeling settling into his stomach. Christian sighed heaving as the doctor walked away. Leaving the two of them be.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ve had to watch you to pine after each other for years. I need you to be strong for her right now. She needs you now more then ever.”

Max could only nod his head. Steeling himself for whatever she needed from him.

As the two walked down to where she was staying, a room in the ICU, he almost cried at the sight. Both in relief and pain for her.

White bandages cover places around her jaw, arms, hands, and chest. Mostly for the burns, a little for her bones. There was a cast around her knee where they had to pop it back into place.

Machines let out a steady beeping sound and wires ran around her bed. A nurse talked her vitals motioned for them to enter.

“She called for someone every time she was awake.” The nurse stated. “It was mumbled but they think the name was Max.”

Christian glanced at Max briefly before turning to look back at the nurse. “Thank you.” Then the nurse turned and left. Leaving them with the sound of their breathing and beeping machines.

Christian patted Max on the shoulder. “I’m going to see how everyone at the garage is doing and report the news.”

Only Max remained at her side. Gently kissing her bandaged hand. Exhaustion taking over his body at some point and falling asleep. His head placed softly next to her.

He woke up an hour to the sound of beeping, only it wasn’t as steady this time. He looked at the woman beside him trying to asses if she was ok. He calmed when he saw her soft smile. Her eyes lighting up at seeing him.

He smiled back. The joy at seeing her awake setting in.

“I don’t remember much, but I remember you.” She rasped. “And I remember loving you for a long time.”

The realization hit him when the doctor meant by head trauma. However, in this moment the girl he loves is alive and just claimed to be in love with him.

“This is actually the first time you’ve said it, but I have also loved you for a long time. And I’ll continue to love you even if you want nothing to do with me.”

He’d help her through this. Even as both of them sat their crying. Then talking about life. He watched her smile through the pain and determined that he never wanted to see you without it again.

[inmymagnetoera]

Requested by @undead-vendetta

I think that the one bed trope is my food? My air?!? MY ONLY REASON TO LIVE?

Anyway, here is it for you!

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Just in Erik's style

"You must be kidding me." Erik sighed as he saw the room where he and Charles would spend the night. The room itself wasn't bad: clean, or at least, clean by American standards, the windows looked out onto the road they had come from and, fortunately, onto their car parked just outside the motel. To the side was a small wooden desk with a chair and opposite it was a small bathroom that Charles was inspecting.

"Oh, come on, it's not the end of the world." Charles said as he walked out of the small room with only a shower and toilet. He placed his backpack on the side of the only bed in the room and sat on it.

"It's not the end of the world? Charles, you woke me up once when you moved around in your sleep and we weren't even in the same bed! You'll push me down as soon as you close your eyes." He crossed his arms and looked out the window, unable to see much further from the parking lot given the late hour and the low light.

"How dramatic of you, Erik. We should call you Dramneto instead of Magneto." He laughed at his own joke and rolled onto his side.

"Really? Dramneto? Is that the best thing you could find?" He turned his torso to look at his friend, but looked back out the window when he saw that the other was undressing to go to sleep.

"Stop babbling and come to sleep, tomorrow we have to get up early to go visit that mutant in prison. Alex? Right?" He put on an old white short-sleeved t-shirt and remained in his boxers.

“I could sleep on the floor.” He proposed, although the idea of ���​sleeping on the cold wood didn't appeal much to him.

"Don't talk nonsense, Erik. Come here."

Erik realized there was no way out and prepared to join Charles.

They stood side by side and Erik turned off the light with his powers. The two mutants stood still for a few seconds looking at the ceiling in the darkness, both wondering who made them do this.

"Uh, okay, maybe I should-"

"No no, wait, I'll-"

After various movements worthy of an Olympic gymnast, the two lay back to back on the small bed and remained silent, listening to each other's breathing. Erik felt Charles' spine crushing his back muscles and, with that feeling, he fell asleep.

The next morning, the situation was worse than before.

When Erik woke up, he felt a strange presence on him, like a weight on his chest. He ran a hand over his eyes before opening them and being blinded by the sunlight. When his brain realized where he was, Erik thought he was still dreaming.

Charles Xavier was leaning on him, his face was resting just above Erik's sternum, his arms were wrapped around the other's body and, at this moment, a light thread of drool was dripping and dirtying Erik's shirt .

What to do? What to do in this situation? Erik wishes he had his own phone to look up "what to do when your crush your friend falls asleep on you" but he was afraid that just one small move would wake Charles. As he thought about it, the body next to him began to move.

Charles lifted his head briefly from Erik's chest and stood with his eyes half closed, he began to move his hands over Erik's belly and, when he connected the dots, he pulled his hands back as if he had been electrocuted and looked at the man next to him, now both much more awake than before.

"I think I'll... go to the bathroom." Charles said after a few seconds, running a hand through his sleep-disheveled hair and standing up, without looking at Erik, locking himself in the other room. Erik got up and got dressed, going to look in the parking lot to see if the car was still intact, while his head continued to spin.

"Did you sleep well?" The woman behind the counter asked with a small smile when she saw Erik coming down the stairs.

"Yes, very good." He replied with a hint of a smile.

"Oh, good! You know, your friend had requested a single room and when the two of you arrived here, I told him that we also had double rooms available but he didn't want to change." The woman continued to smile and shrugged.

Erik stared at her and nodded, heading towards the car and thinking about asking the woman about nice places to eat nearby. Maybe asking Charles on a date right after getting a teenager out of prison wasn't the best, but it was just Erik's style.

[mothertoall2]

Part of Their World (RE Age Regression)

A/n- This is a age regression book about Resident Evil Village, I will be making one that is not age regression shortly but the first few chapters are the same anyway so until t picks up it will be the same book.

Description: This story takes place in a world where Age Regression is normalized and accepted. As a child you were taken by Mother Miranda and experimented on with the T virus, after years of captivity you don't show responses to the experiments and are sent to be a maid at the Dimitrescu Castle. None of the other maids like you, and Lady Dimitrescu always keeps a close eye on you. This is a little gn reader story and if you don't like it you may respectfully leave, this is not a fetish book and is sfw, thank you and have a splendid day.

Warnings: Childhood trauma and neglect

Y/n's POV

I open my eyes from a sudden jolt of the carriage as it hits a particularly large stone along the uneven path. The carriage is going remarkably slower, the horse having become beyond tired from the long journey to it's destination. Shortly after the second hour I had fallen asleep while counting trees as they pass by one after the other. While I rarely have the luxury of carriage rides such as this, they always had the ability to make me fall asleep within minutes. I find something soothing with the way it moves along the dirt or stone roads. 

Another jolt of the carriage snaps me out of my thoughts, I sit up from the window to see if we are any closer to where I'm being taken. I wipe away the fog from my breathe to clear the glass, though it does very little with the freezing temperature outside. I look around trying to see past the thick powdered covered trees. The snow covering the ground appears grey and unearthly, clearly holding a past in which I am now determined to discover. There is not a building in sight which just leaves me to wonder where I'm going. I can't help but think the worst, maybe she's taking me to be killed, I can tell I haven't met her standards of what she wants from me. She's expressed her disappointment with me, it wouldn't be a surprise if she's taking me to be left up to fate of the beasts that roam the village. I've never seen them but mother tells me all about them and how she protects me by keeping me inside. 

The next jolt of the carriage catches me off guard and I fall onto the seat. "Sit up Y/n, I have raised you better than that" she says coldly. "Yes mother" I reply without looking her in the eyes, I won't make that mistake again. Mother isn't always this cold, only when I don't meet her expectations, which has been frequently as of late. I sit up and adjust my position so I won't fall over again. As I move to look out the window I catch a glance at my reflection in the cold frosted glass. I try to avoid looking at my reflection, I asked mother to remove all mirrors from my chambers. I was tired of looking at myself and questioning why I'm not enough for her. Why she isn't proud enough to show her child to the lords she speaks so highly of. 

As I observe my reflection  I see a stranger gazing back at me. I am trapped in a body that has never been my own. I study my distant blue eyes, inside them I see a soul wanting to be freed, a soul that is forever trapped inside a cage, the key no where to be found. I see the freckles that litter my face, mother has always liked them...which I realize has made me hate them. Anything mother likes about me I find myself hating more, I wish for nothing more then a different body to feel myself in. I had hope when mother told me her experiments would change my appearance, but after many trials there has been no change. That must be the reason mother is sending me away, I wasn't able to give her the results she wished for. I doubt she has ever noticed how much I try to please her and be as she wishes of me, but it is never enough for her. I must accept that fact.

I am once again ripped from my thoughts when mother calls out to me. "How many times have I told you to stop chewing on your fingers. You know better child." I hold back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I respond to her. "I apologize mother it will not happen again." All I get in return is an inaudible mumble under her breath as she turns away. "Are we almost there mother?" I ask as politely as I can but receive no response in return. I turn back to the window in defeat as I rest my head against it. I find myself slowly drifting off into a slumber once more, only to be awaken what feels like only minutes later. 

As I sit back up straight with my hands resting in my lap, just as I was taught, I speak, "What is it mother?" She speaks clearly and hesitantly with her next sentence . "You have permission to look at me for our following conversation, it is important and I need your full and complete attention. Have I made myself clear?" I nod and lift my head to look mother in her eyes. I have never had permission to do so before, in fact last time I had done so I hadn't received meals for two days. 

"Y/n, before we arrive I must inform you of what is going to happen. As you well know I have raised you for the past 23 years out of the kindness of my heart. I have fed you, clothed you, bathed you, and taught you manners because you were my child." When she said the last part my heart shattered. She is having me killed, I knew it. "All I had wanted in return is for you to be successful, even through my generosity you couldn't provide me the one thing I asked. Do you know the pain that causes me? You have failed me Y/n, you are a disappointment and a disgrace." Every insult mother gives me causes another tear to fall. "That is why I am sending you to work as a maid for one of my most trusted lords. You will be working for Lady Dimitrescu, you will do as she says, she has my full permission to punish you as she sees fit. Do you understand child?"

With a simple nod of my head my fate is sealed. I can't help but feel shattered by the fact that she was able to pass me off so easily. My thoughts and insecurities all come true at once. I am worth nothing in this world, I never will be. Yet again I am removed from my thoughts, this time by a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. There I see it, a grand Castle with a tall gate surrounding it. Hearing it slam closed behind us is as finalizing as the last chime of midnight. I exit the carriage after mother, stepping into the frigid powder that covers the ground. I walk behind mother as I follow her up the snow covered path all the way to the large doors of the castle. As I stare up at the doors I wonder what fate lies for me behind those doors. I wonder to myself, what more do I have to lose?

[heda-in-the-clouds]

How long before they 👌👈

It's been two weeks since Lexa first attended Clarke's self defense class. Class was now over and Clarke and Lexa openly flirted with each other as the other students left for the night. Usually, Anya interrupted their shameless flirting and dragged Lexa back home. However, Anya couldn't make it to class tonight which left Clarke and Lexa all the time in the world.

Nearly half an hour passed before either of them noticed they were the only ones left in the studio. Clarke apologized for keeping Lexa so late. Lexa smiled and said that she didn't mind it at all. She could spend all night talking with someone as charming as her.

At this point, Clarke noticed that Anya wasn't around to take Lexa back home. When she asked, Lexa told Clarke that she took an Uber to class so she'll just take one back home. Clarke offered to give Lexa a ride back home which she accepted.

Their flirting didn't stop during the car ride. In fact, Clarke had trouble keeping her eyes on the road when all she wanted was to stare at Lexa in her passenger seat. Meanwhile, Lexa kept her hand on Clarke's thigh inching closer to her crotch the closer they got to her place.

Once the car was parked, the realization dawned between them what would inevitably happen if Lexa invited Clarke inside her apartment. Lexa spoke first to break the tension and asked if Clarke would like to come upstairs. Clarke eagerly said yes.

As soon as Lexa closed her door, Clarke spun her around and kissed her hard. They moaned once they felt the warmth of each other's lips and bodies pressed tightly against each other. They deepened the kiss sensing the growing heat between their bodies.  Suddenly, Clarke pulled away causing Lexa to whine the loss of her body against hers.

"Lexa wait!"

"Why'd you stop Clarke? Do you not want this?"

"God Lexa. I want you so damn much but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm your instructor. I feel bad that you spent your money on my class just so you can flirt and sleep with me. I feel like I should give you your money back."

"I'm not that worried about money Clarke. I actually like your class and getting to flirt with you was always a bonus."

"Who's the charming one now?"

"Well, I learned from the best. Now, can we please get back to where we left things off?"

"Okay but I have a challenge first. You said you actually like my class. Well, I want you to prove it."

"Uh, prove it how?"

"Show me you actually learned something useful from all of my lessons. We're going to spar and I want you to pin me down for 5 seconds. Manage that and we'll get back to making out."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah. This will make me feel better about myself."

"Fine. 5 seconds doesn't seem too long."

"And I won't be holding back. You'll actually have to use the techniques I taught you."

"Ugh come on Clarke! We could have been getting sweaty in my bed by now."

"Nope. I won't fall for that Lexa."

"Can't blame me for trying."

"Oh and one more thing Lexa. If you can't pin me down in 5 minutes, I'm leaving and you'll have to wait until next week's class."

"Really?!"

"Think of it as incentive. You'll get your reward if you beat me."

Despite Lexa's pouting, Clarke held firm in her stance. Lexa motioned them to move to her living room for more space. They stood on opposite corners, Clarke in a defensive stance while Lexa maintained an offensive position. Once Lexa moved forward, Clarke started her 5 minute timer.

At first, Lexa decided to test out if Clarke was actually serious. She lazily launched herself at Clarke who quickly countered and pushed Lexa away. Lexa tried again but met the same result as she was knocked down on her ass. Lexa realized that Clarke was actually taking this whole challenge seriously. No matter what Lexa did, Clarke easily blocked and deflected her moves.

As the timer ticked closer to zero, Lexa was getting frustrated that she hasn't been able to land a solid tackle on Clarke. She had to break Clarke's focus so she needed to find a way to distract her. A devious idea then popped into her head. Lexa knew she had to play dirty to win the challenge. She suddenly stripped out of her sports bra and shorts, leaving her fully naked in front of Clarke.

Clarke was frozen in disbelief that she's now face to face with a fully nude Lexa. She never envisioned her first time seeing Lexa naked would happen this way. Although she daydreamed Lexa naked multiple times during class, the actual sight of Lexa's nude body in front of her surpassed her expectations.

Seeing Clarke distracted and caught off guard, Lexa made her move and rushed towards her. She aimed low and drove her full strength towards Clarke's hips. She pushed Clarke off balance and tackled her to the ground. She quickly pinned her in a basic hold down and started counting.

"One. Two. Three. Four and Five! Fuck yeah! I did it! We get to fuck now!"

Lexa hopped off Clarke in triumph and started prancing around the room in excitement at her victory. Clarke was still in shock and left speechless that Lexa's dirty move actually worked. Clarke groaned as she watched Lexa bounce with excitement in front of her.

Lexa told Clarke to stop frowning because she won the challenge and she wants to claim her reward now. She tells Clarke that she'll be waiting for her in the bedroom. Lexa sauntered away putting an extra sway in her hips.

Finally snapping out of her daze, Clarke realized that she still wins in the end because she now gets to sleep with Lexa. Clarke quickly got off the floor and chased a cocky Lexa to her bedroom.

Once inside, she threw herself at Lexa and pushed her to her bed.

"Now that's a strong tackle."

"How about you show me a powerful thrust instead?"

[sanhaswife]

Bakugo Angst part 3:

Time skip- BAD ending <3

It's been a couple years since you last saw Bakugo, your baby now five years old, and he looked so much like his dad. From the hair to his eyes, your son was an exact copy. Some days you found yourself wondering what it would be like if you had told Bakugo.

Would he have been happy? Excited? Maybe you two would've stayed together, and maybe-

"Mama?" You snapped back to reality at your son's call, smiling down at the little boy that stood in front of you. Haru, you named your son. He always had a smile on his face and was always a bright, happy boy, his personality the complete opposite of Bakugo.

After leaving, you moved three towns over in hopes of putting enough distance between you and Bakugo, moving into a tiny apartment that looked nothing like your old one. You took Haru to the park that morning to get some fresh air and watched him play at the playground while sitting on a bench across from it. "Yes, sweetie?"

Haru climbed onto the bench sitting right next to you and grabbed your hand to start playing with your fingers. "Mama...you're making that sad face again." You couldn't help but laugh at his words; you could never hide anything from your son. He grew up smart and could read you like an open book. Looking down at him, you wrapped him up in a hug and settled Haru in your lap. "Sweetie..."

"I'm not sad, I promise."

Haru didn't believe you at all, and his face showed it, but he didn't say anything as he gave you a hug nuzzling into your chest. You two sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the hug and the quietness of the park. After a while, he climbed off your lap and motioned for you to grab his hand. "Let's go home mama." You stood up with a smile on your face and grabbed your son's hand, walking hand in hand out of the park.

It was a short walk back to your apartment, only needing to walk about five minutes before getting home. At some point, you both stopped before a road waiting to cross to the other side of the street. It was a Saturday, so there were many people also waiting around you to cross to the other side.

You had walked across this specific road before, probably a hundred times, but when the light turned green, it felt like everything was going in slow motion. You found yourself thinking about him again and got so lost in your thoughts that it wasn't until you reached the other side that you realized that Haru was no longer holding your hand. You didn't feel his hand slip out of yours, didn't hear him telling you to wait as he saw his shoes untied, and didn't hear him call for you to stop.

Panic spread through you. You desperately looked back at the street you just crossed to see another large crowd of people waiting to cross, Haru nowhere in sight. You felt the stinging feeling of tears in your eyes, your heart beating like crazy, your hands shaking. You desperately pressed the button on the thing that would allow you to cross back to the other side of the street. Back to where you left Haru.

You left Haru.

You left Bakugo.

What was wrong with you? Why did you keep leaving everyone behind? Why were you such a-

"Y/n!"

A large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you turn around to face the one person who was always on your mind since that day. He looked older now, more grown and mature-looking; he was taller too, looking down at you with a worried look. His very presence and older appearance stunned you enough to not notice the giggling boy in Bakugo's arms. The second Haru's little arms reached out to you, the tears that you were holding back ran down your face, and you couldn't help but hug your son very close. "I t-thought I lost you baby; I'm so sorry. It's all my fault; it's mama's fault for not noticing baby. I'm so sorry."

Clearly affected by his mother's tears, Haru began to cry too, wailing into your arms as Bakugo stood in front of you both.

Bakugo-

Suddenly remembering the person who was holding your son in the first place, you whipped your head up, making direct eye contact with Bakugo. You felt mixed emotions bubbling inside of you. Should you be happy? Angry? He did find Haru and brought him back to you, but all your efforts to separate your family from him-

"Thank you, but we have to go." You didn't waste any time gathering yourself and quickly began the walk home. Quiet footsteps from behind followed your fast pace, but it didn't stop you; ignoring the father of your child, you continued on. Finally arriving at your apartment complex, you stopped right in front of the stairs leading to your floor. Turning carefully with Haru now fast asleep in your arms, you faced him once again.

He said nothing as you glared at him. With a calm face, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a folded photo holding it out to you. With a shaky hand, you took the photo from him, opening it, and to your surprise, it was one of the photos your mom took of you and Haru on Haru's second birthday. In the photo, you both had wide smiles, Haru's cheeks smeared with cake while you had some on your nose. "Why do you have this?" You felt embarrassed. Embarrassed to have kept the father of your child away, to have him miss the important milestones and memories.

He smiled, and when he did, it seemed like you were looking at a completely different person. Not only did he look older and more mature, but he felt like it. "I'm his dad; your mother wanted me to know about him, even if it was only through pictures."

Those first three words were enough to have you bawling. They made you feel worse, and they broke you down. Not only that, but your crying made Haru jump awake, and he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. "Mama! Don't cry; it's okay! I'm back because daddy helped me."

Bakugo's laughs sounded like heaven, and for once, you got to see him genuinely smile.

Using your free hand to wipe your tears away with your sleeve, you forced yourself to calm down. He changed. He's grown. Surely he's here to stay? Here to fix everything between you two and ready to be family, ready to be a father to Haru...right? Your thoughts were jumbled all together; you couldn't help but see all the negatives, all of the terrible reasons why Bakugo would show up only now after all these years.

Money? Blackmail? Maybe to take Haru away?

Your insides felt like they were burning up, and your heart was tight, like someone was squeezing it. You didn't want to believe that there was a chance to fix what you had done; after all, you were the one who left him in the first place.

And you knew deeply that even if you accepted him back, even if he became a real father to Haru, and even if he had changed and came back to truly love you, you would never let go of the fact that you left him behind and ran away with his child.

"Get out."

Immediately Bakugo's smile dropped, a shocked expression replacing it. "What?" His voice was soft and quiet now, genuine confusion and sadness showing on his beautiful face. It hurt seeing it, it hurt that you were pushing him away, but you continued.

"I said, get out; you're not welcome here. I left for a reason! Get out!" Your voice was growing louder now, and your arms tightened around a scared Haru.

"Y/n? I'm his father! I changed baby please, please believe me. I came back for you! For Haru! He's my son, and I want to be here! Because I love you, and I love Haru... I love you." Bakugo's pleads stung hard. God, it burned, feeling his genuine love radiate off of him, seeing his face in pain. Pain that you were causing but couldn't stop because of your own selfishness.

"Bakugo..."

He looked up with hope, hoping that this was the moment. The moment where you would take him back, where you would forgive and forget, where you both could reconnect and become a true and complete family. Where you both could reconnect and love Haru together. He had dreamed of this moment. Staying up countless nights thinking about all the things he could've done differently and thinking about the moment when you accepted him for the improved person he had worked so hard to become. Thinking about how you would be so happy, happy to see how much he had changed, how much he had matured, and happy to see how ready he was to fulfill his responsibility of being a dad.

A dad.

"You're not his fucking father, and you will never ever be his father, nor will you ever be a part of his life."

"I hate you."

.

.

.

That day you left. Again. Left behind a changed man without seeing his reaction, his face, and packed everything in your apartment once more. Locking your feelings away and running away from everything again. But this time, you didn't tell anyone; you simply disappeared with Haru. The both of you leaving behind a peaceful life you once knew and leaving behind a beautiful future that could've been yours.

Bad habits really are hard to break, huh?

[umadosedepascal]

PURPLE IS THE HOTTEST COLOR | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | One shot

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: After having a difficult day, Pedro meets you, no patience, no time for conversations.Pedro only has one desire in mind: you here and now, no matter if anyone will see you.

wc: 2.6k

rating/warnings: [no minors][sex in the car][unprotected PIV][spanking][Pedro is tattooed][rain/sex in the rain][smut][m domination][semi public sex][first person][oral sex][f receiving] [m receiving]

It’s 12:35am, I send you a message saying that in 15 minutes I'll be at your door.

Today is not even close to a good day, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. To end the night, I just need a hot pussy.

I let out a long sigh as soon as I park across the street from your house, I turn off the car and honk once and you doesn't show up, honk again and nothing, I lose my patience and sink my hand honking nonstop without caring that the sound of the horn will bother the neighbors in the middle of the night.

_Damn, I really need to fuck_

The door finally opens, your short dress going up with every step you take, this makes your legs look so inviting.

"Why did it take so long?" I ask as I watch you get in the car, your perfume is so good.

"I was getting ready, what’s going on? You seem so piss off…"

I look into your eyes and move towards you, my right hand curling in your hair I pull you by the back of your neck and hit my lips on yours, a quick kiss, biting your lower lip. I don't want to talk or annoy you with my problems, so I smile with my lips glued to yours and say softly…

"Nothing important babe, I just wanted to see you asap"

I look straight and turn on the car, the sound of the engine roaring down the dark street, a fine drizzle rain starts, I’m taking you to a special place, we need privacy.

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I might know where Pedro is taking me, it was the place we first met. A photoshoot for a clothing brand, the location was behind the Hollywood sign.

I look at Pedro he is all eyes on the road so I slide my left hand down his right thigh and say…

"Are you taking me there, papi?"

Without taking his eyes off the road, going up the Hills, Pedro whisper with a smile in the corner of his lips…

"Yes.."

I watch Pedro driving, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one touching lightly my left thigh, he looks so sexy, wearing a leather jacket and his thick neck tattoo that drives me crazy.

I turn on the radio, tune in to KLOS FM, it's at the beginning of one of the 10cc classics, I quickly hum the music. Pedro looks and wink at me, he smiles when I lean over him, my lips close to his ear I say…

"Hey, you look so handsome tonite... What's your name, hottie?"

My hand slips to the inner part on his thigh, I squeeze gently, Pedro slows down, and pulls over the car, look me in the eye and unbuckles his belt and say in a low voice full of lust…

"You know what's my full name is?…

Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" he laughs loudly and kisses you.a

I love the way he says his full name, that sexy accent. I laugh and lean more over him, my hand caressing his thigh, squeezing, as if I knew exactly what my next steps will be.

"You are so funny, but I dig the stressed out man from minutes ago...”

I slide my fingers over his bulge, I can feel that he is rocking hard already, I look up and he is half-open lips releasing his breath. The windows fog up, for a second I realize that the drizzle now turns into a stronger rain, noises of the water drops mix with the music, becoming a unique melody.

My only thought now is on Pedro's cock pulsing through his pants, I bring his zipper down and see that he’s not wearing his boxers I lose my mind.

_Motherfucker_

I gently caress his cock, he lets out a low whine as he feels my cold fingers on his skin.

"Do you enjoy see me stressed out? Why?- He speaks so low that I almost don't understand and ignoring his question I pull his cock out of his jeans and through those low lights from the empty street I see the head of his cock glistening pre cum, I look at him, open mouth, panting breath and he says…

"Why? So I can slam you hard and take out on you? Is that what you want, babe?" - He looks so deep into my eyes that I feel my blood boiling, the lust screaming in his eyes. I grab his cock feeling him pulsating on my fingers, suddenly he changes behavior, holds my wrist tightly, interrupting my movements and say deeply low…

"Answer me, do you want me stress out?"

The way he talks makes me horny, I feel my panties getting so wet that I just shake my head agreeing, not a single word.

He holds my neck pulling my hair back to look at him closer.

"All right babe, all right... You asked for that...suck me very, very slowly.. enjoy you breathing now, because later you'll beg me to stop, and I won't!”

I just leave a shy smile and take his cock by the base licking all the pre cum, feeling his bittersweet taste, I put him my mouth and I go down running my tongue through everything.

He's so hard, I can feel the veins of his dick pulsating on my tongue, it makes me whine on him.

I know he likes it, I look up and his face bitting his bottom lips, eyes fixed on me.

Without breaking the eye contact I go faster trying as far as I can down him until I choke and spit on the head of his cock.

Pedro grabs my hair from both sides and pull me closer, fucking my mouth with slow but precise movements, I'm so horny that I’m able to cum just by listening to his grunts.

"Stop" he murmurs, I look at him and there is the bad moody man from before, he whispers in a threatening tone

"Get out of the car! I’m piss off and you will pay for it"

Pedro pulls me out, I go out from the driver's side literally rubbing my pussy against him, he slam the door so hard making a loud sound. Then pushes me making my back hit against the car window, I feel the raindrops come into contact with my hot skin, it makes me shiver like Pedro leaning over me right after with both hands holding my head, the rain wetting his face, his perfume mixing with the smell of rain.

"Do you want it hardcore? Are you going to handle it?"

"Yes Pedro, please..."- Pedro holds my neck, turning my face sideways and say on my ear..

"What did you call me? Repeat after me: daddy, yes daddy I'll take it all"

I swallow dry feeling my pussy screaming inside, I say

"Yes daddy I'll take it all... Please"

Pedro turns my back to him, my tits crushed on the window, he walks his right hand along my thigh, going up until he reaches the waistband of my panties, he sticks his hand through the fabric and circles his middle finger through my swollen clitoris, making me moan, he says

"So fucking wet are you ready for daddy, huh?"

I'm not able to answer, all that comes out of my mouth are supplications and broken moans.

He holds the back of my neck, pulling my hair, he removes his hand from my pussy and pushes me to the front of the car, leaning me through the hood, he kicks my feet slightly, making me spread my legs

Pedro caresses my back, lowering his fingers scratching me until he reaches the bottom edge of my dress, he lifts the fabric and spank my ass making a loud sound against my skin wet from the rain.

He bends down and pulls my panties aside, I feel his tongue go all over my pussy, his hawk shape nose poking my entrance while his tongue circles my clit makes me cum in seconds.

It’s not a surprise for him anymore, he knows the drill and can make me do it more than once.

He looks up and say

"I wanted so bad to eat you..but now all I can think about is shoving my cock so fucking deep inside you, you'll scream so loud everyone can hear you"

"Yes daddy! Rip me apart.."

The rain is back to drizzles from before, Pedro goes up and lay on top of me with his hands on my nipples, nibbling so hard, he turns me and stares at me, when I least expect it I feel a slap burn my right thigh, Pedro pulls his hard cock out and press his body against mine, pushing more and more licking my neck, drying all the drops of water, then down my chin, provoking me a lot then I say

"I like the way you tease me daddy and I want more"

Then two more strong slaps on my thigh, the contact of his heavy hand on my slippery skin makes me grunt. He laughs sarcastically and says

"Hey my little slut, have you ever fucked inside a car? Cause I want to shove deep into you right now "

Over his shoulder I see some light approaching so I say

"Yeah, we better get inside, you inside me.. daddy"

He takes me to the side of the car, opens the back door and pushes me to the seat, my legs slide on the leather of the car, he slams the door hard and despite the blurry windows I can see him going around the car and opening the other door.

"Suck me! Now!" He speaks in a hurry, almost despair, he rests one arm on the roof of the car and the other pulls my neck against his cock, oozing precum, first I clean him up then suck it slow and tight and I realize that Fletwood Mac is playing on the radio, Pedro begins to hum the song while I suck him non-stop.

"wait a minute baby, stay whit me a while.. said you'd give me light.. but you never told me about the fire..."

He fucks my mouth hard, making me choke every time he puts it deep in my throat, but I don't ask him to stop, and I can't, because he won't stop. While I suck him I touch my clit feeling like I can cum just by feeling him in my mouth, fuck, how tasty he is, but I want more, I want him inside me. I take my mouth off his cock and he moves away from the car to look at me

“ I didn't tell you to stop, but since you stopped...”looking at me mad, raising one eyebrow.

Pedro talks with a naughty smile and bends over to get closer to my face. He gives me a nice kiss grabbing my neck pulling my head back.

“...stay on all fours for me babe, I want to fuck you looking at your beautiful ass.”

I turn my back immediately, getting on all fours for him who is still outside the car. He pulls my panties to the side, I hear the sound of him sucking his own fingers, sliding inside my pussy and each thrust I say his name begging for more.

“You are so tight, my little slut, so tight...” he talks fucking me nicely with those huge fingers inside me.

“come closer, I want to feel that pussy squeezing my dick.”

Then he grabs my hips and tease rubbing the tip of his hardon over my wet pussy, without notice he slides in letting a loud moan filling all my pussy. Pedro gives some long and slow strokes, but as I start to moan and say his name, he speeds up and every time I asked for more, he would put it harder.

“that's what you wanted wasn't it? Fucking you hard..” he talks in the middle of moans feeling my pussy squeeze his cock more and more.

“ ...you little bitch, I'm fucking you without caring that someone might show up anytime hah”

Every single word he says makes me even horny, I really didn't care if someone showed up, I just thought about how hot it was to feel his cock inside me, I knew I could cum at any time and nothing else mattered. He then bends into the car, grabs my hair with one hand, and with his free hand he takes his cock out of my pussy and starts rubbing on my clit and says

“you were a bad girl today, stubborn, stopped when I didn't tell you to stop, but still... I want to see you cum, I want to see you cum for me...”

"Turn around baby girl and open those legs for daddy" Pedro asks in an almost suffocated tone of voice.

I turn around and put a leg on the front seat, he pulls me closer to the door and kneels on the car floor.

"you are oozing is it all my fault?"

He barely gives me the opportunity to answer and sticks his tongue in my pussy, his lips around my clit, sucking as if it were a french kiss, rubbing his face through my pussy, he looks at me and moans when he sees me play with my nipples, his left hand rises and squeezes my nipple hard making me cry. With the other hand, he rubs two fingers through my entrance, wetting and then slide in, making me on the edge he touchs my g-spot..

"Oh fuck,daddy...please"

He moves his mouth away from my clit and grunt

"Cum on my face cum in my mouth..."

He fucks me with two fingers harder and sucks my clit hard, I run my hands trought and pull his gray hair as I cum warm feeling his tongue lick me not letting any drop of my pleasure to be wasted.

Pedro keeps giving slow and lazy licks in my pussy, my legs close by themselves and he bites my thigh punishing me, raises his head and looks at me, by the dim light I can see my excitement run down his chin and stache, he removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks one by one looking at me

"You're fucking delicious, my turn little girl, daddy want explode inside you"

He runs his hand through my back and guides me to the corner of the car, one hand keeps pinching and pulling my nipple, making me whine, his right hand smoothes and distributes slaps through my left thigh.

He raises his fingers to my mouth and makes me taste my own taste, then moving far enough to take off his jacket and T-shirt, with a little difficulty he throws them in the front seat, his wet hair get messy.

-Fuck, so sexy-

Pedro pulls my left leg and puts it on his shoulder, so wide that I look tiny, he holds his cock by the base and rub his head against my clit and whispers

"Beg to me, beg to me"

I'm soaked, I feel my excitement dripping down, forcing my brain to act I try to answer, but he shove his cock into me no mercy, my head slams against the car door, he murmurs an apology but he doesn't stop pumping, with one hand he protects my head from continuing to knock on the door, my pussy is pulsating on his cock, he moans and growls

"Im close...on top of your pussy hmmm..."

He takes off his cock and holds it and I feel his hot cum on me, he soon puts it again and finishes filling me with his hot cum.

He lies on me, our breaths panting, our bodies sticking with sweat, he says panting

"What's the next character you want me to play, babe?"

He laughs and kisses me.

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[nocturnalazura]

Predators and Prey

Dabi x Fem Reader

WC: 1475 Warnings: Oral (M rec), unprotected sex

Summary: After always being the one controlled you want one chance to take control. Dabi doesn't simply give up leaving you to fight for what you want. Unfortunately for you some people are just meant to be prey.

“It’s not fair.” You grumble standing up from the dirty bathroom floor, wiping at the corner of your mouth. 

“Life’s not fair, doll. Why are fucking complaining anyway you love my cock?” Grins Dabi as he buckles his belt. 

“Yeah, but I wanna be in charge sometimes. You never even give me a chance to take the lead.”

“You want a chance?”

“Yes.” You say confidently. 

“Fine. I’m done with this place anyway, so let’s play a little game.”  A rather unsettling grin takes over his face. “If you can make it back to apartment without getting caught you can be in charge”

“Eas-mphm” Your words are interrupted by his thumb being roughly shoved into your mouth.

“Not done. If I catch you then I get to do whatever I want to you, which means you better run fast or that ass is mine. No cabs and shit, you gotta make it on your own.” He quickly pulls his thumb from your mouth and gives you no time to think as he gestures to the door. “You get a minute head start. Go.”

Giving him one last glance you quickly exit the bathroom making your way out of the building as fast as possible. The second you walk through the doorway you break into a sprint down the alleyway closest to you. Dabi may seem rather lazy and unamused but something about the way he smiled at you was rather nerve racking, almost as if he was a predator ready to go for the kill. 

You’re faster than he is, so a minute head start should allow for you to get a decent lead. You could take the main roads, but sidewalks can be packed on a Saturday night. You’d risk having to bob and weave through people, which would easily double your time. So dark alleyways it is. Biting your lip you take off in the direction the two of you came. While it’s not the quickest way it’s a start. 

You make it halfway to the apartment before you have to slow your pace to try and catch your breath. Taking in as much as possible you start moving again, this time a little slower. You can do it, you can make it there before him. Moving quietly through the dark alleyways only to pause when you hear whistling somewhere behind you. You instantly take off running, heart pounding as you realize you know that whistle. The need to win takes over you as you move. 

Not far behind you, Dabi moves easily through the dark, completely unbothered by the fact that you’re ahead of him currently. He knows that he can beat you instantly if he wants too. He can’t lie, the thought of you winning is intriguing, but he has some plans for tonight, maybe you can win another night.

You can see it, you’re almost there. The back door to the old apartment building you live in is in sight, you just have to get into the building and you win. Picking up your pace, you reach out, the door handle almost in your grasp. Before your fingers can wrap around it, an arm wraps around your waist and yanks you back. 

“So close, but it looks like I won.” Dabi whispers against the shell of your ear. His hands slide up your body, one slowly making its way around your neck, squeezing softly. “Guess I still get to be in charge.” 

“B-but how? I’m faster than you?”

“Well, doll, maybe you just didn’t want it enough.” 

Before you get a chance to reply, you’re being thrown over his shoulder. With a hand gripping your ass, Dabi rips the door open and makes his way up to your apartment. Kicking the front door closed behind him, he makes his way into your bedroom and tosses you down on the bed. The grin that spreads across his face sends a chill down your spine. It would be a lie to say you weren’t at least a little excited and curious about what he has planned for you. 

Leaning back against the door, Dabi crosses his arms and scans over you with narrowed eyes. “Strip for me. Now.”

Giving a short nod, you quickly stand and let your clothing fall into a small pile at the foot of the bed. Beckoning you closer with a single finger, he scans over your now naked form before running a finger between your breasts. He makes a quiet, satisfied noise as he watches you drop to your knees in front of him. You don’t make him say it, you already know what he wants right now. Biting into your lip, you slowly undo his belt before working the zipper on his pants down. His fingers slowly work their way through your hair as you slowly work his pants and boxer down. 

His hard cock eagerly bounces free just inches in front of your face. Dabi nudges your head slightly as a silent command to which you lean in and suck the tip into your mouth. Sucking on the tip you look up at him with eyes filled with nothing but lust. His eyes are heavily hooded as they scan over your face, the bright blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils. 

“That’s my girl. Look how good you are. You wanted to be in charge so bad, but you have no problem swallowing my cock.” He hums. 

Looking up at him, all you can do is moan as you slowly work your way down his shaft. His piercings press into your tongue as you swallow around him. His fingertips dig into the back of your head, a low ragged moan passing through his lips as the tip of his cock presses snugly to the back of your throat. The trimmed hairs at his base tickle your nose every time you swallow him down. 

Dabi presses his index finger to your forehead to push you off of him. “Get on the bed.” 

It’s a short gruff command that sends a tingle of excitement throughout your body. You let out a short breath and quickly scramble up onto the bed. From his spot against the bedroom door Dabi watches you, eyes clearly catching the way you shift with nervous excitement. Rolling his neck he moves toward you slowly, dropping his clothes as he goes. Finally, he stands in front of you, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other holds your chin.

“You’re dripping for me aren’t you?” He questions with a grin. 

“Yes. Want you so bad, daddy.” 

“That’s my girl.” 

Dabi grins at you and pushes you back, so you lay spread out for him. He crawls over you, hands groping greedily with every movement. You can’t the nervous excitement that courses through every inch of your body as he settles himself between your legs. Warm hands slide along the soft curves of your body, finally settling on your thighs. His fingers dig into your soft skin as he pushes your legs up towards your chest. 

Not saying a single word, Dabi lines himself up with your soaked entrance and pushes in. You choke on a moan as he bottoms out. He doesn’t bother with prep, he knows you can take whatever he gives you with no problem at all. You love the way he stretches you out, love the way his hands squeeze your thighs dangerously as he thrusts into you. Your mouth falls open, a flood of gibberish and curses falling from it with every thrust.

The loud slap of skin mixes with the squelch of your cunt, punctuating every one of his thrusts. Dabi leans down and meets you in a deep kiss that helps swallow some of your moans. The piercings along his cock drag along your sensitive walls with every thrust, bringing you closer to your end with every movement. One hand makes its way from your thigh up to your neck, squeezing slightly. The sudden pressure pushes you over the edge. Pleasure courses through your body as your walls convulse around him. Dabi lets out a deep moan as he feels you squirt around him. His hips piston into you as he works you through your end and searches for his own. Finally, he slams into you, settling as deep as possible and cums.

A soft, content moan passes through your lips as you melt under him. Tension leaves his body as he relaxes against you and catches his breath. 

“Still want to be in charge?” He questions. 

“Right now? No. Another day? Yes.” You tease. 

“Gonna have to beat me to win, until then flip over I’m not done with you.” He pulls out and looks down at you, letting you know this will be a long night.

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Is there a particular season that your classification AU takes place in?

This was brought on by me thinking of the baby and Chuuya playing in the snow. Dazai's horrid attempts at building a snowman and Chuuya trying to not giggle at his baby being frustrated. (Can you imagine how much of a hassle it'd be for Chuuya to get Dazai all bundled up for the cold. GAHHHH HE'D LOOK SO CUTE IN A LIL PUFFER COAT 😭. Do you think Chuuya bought him a sea/crab themed hat, scarf, and gloves? I can just see him with one of those hats where you press the flaps and the ears move except his is a crab so the claws move.)

And then whenever Dazai gets too cold Chuuya immediately having them coming inside and drinking hot cocoa and then bundling together under a blanket while watching a movie.

This made me think of them doing other types of snow activities together now 😭. Sledding together and Dazai's so scared at first and practically sobbing, Chuuya's debating on whether he wants to continue or not, and when they get to the bottom of the hill you wouldn't believe the boy was close to tears a second ago with the way he's laughing and begging to go again.

(I live in an area where we get a lot of snow in the winter so hence the excitement.)

Snow makes me so excited because i grew up a map’s inch away from the equator and the first time i saw snow i was on a road trip with friends and i was like PULL THE FUCK OVER and i played in the snow at a rest stop 😭 it was great

Yokohama in my opinion is like animal crossing and it has all seasons 😭😭😭😭😭 yes to snow yes to snow. I don’t have official times when things are set but I was thinking fall-ish for part 5 because it’s raining a lot and just generally gloomy out. I want chuuya to do a bunch of things in all the seasons so I’m sure we will eventually get there 😭

YES to it being a hassle to get Dazai bundled up, he’d do okay first layer, but by the second layer he’d probably already start getting hot because you know chuuya keeps that house heated. Getting the baby’s socks on is almost impossible because he won’t stop kicking, and chuuya only gets them because Dazai is distracted tearing off his sweater. Chuuya has to shove that back on too, and dazai’s flushed and crying as chuuya puts the jacket, scarf, and hat on (i think chuuya would have the foresight to dress the baby in a baby top with attached mittens, because he knows Dazai would try to ditch those first thing), chuuya forgoes the shoes for now, and just carries Dazai outside to let him adjust to the temperature. Chuuya has to wiggle the baby’s shoes on outside, and Dazai starts to calm down once he realizes it’s super cold out and Chuuya isn’t trying to boil him like a crab 🤧

I love love love Dazai being too scared to do things like slides or sledding down hills 🫠🥹🩵 little things like that just kill me 😭🤧 chuuya would have to drag Dazai back inside to warm back up, the baby would still want to play even though he can’t stop shivering 😭 and Dazai’s immune system is awful, and it’s also flu season, so there will undoubtedly be times where the baby is sick, but it’s snowing and chuuya has to keep him inside even though he wants to go sledding again 🩵🩵🤧

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The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words:1740

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Eight

They had been back at the farm for two hours and there was still no sign of them.

It was close to midnight, and she was starting to get worried. She went out to the front porch and sat on the front step, like that was going to make them show up quicker.

The glamour was now gone. Her hair tied up on top of her head. In a tank and jeans, wrapped in one of Sebastian’s cardigans, the one that she always made fun of him for. His old man cardigan. It smelt like him and that was all she cared about right now.

She knew it was stupid to just sit here and wait for them. It was only going to make her worry more as the seconds ticked by, but there wasn’t any other place that she wanted to be.

She had no idea how long she had been out there when she heard the front swing open and the springs of the door creek when it shut itself with a swing.

“Hey, if you’re going to be out here. You might as well have this”

She looked up and gratefully took the cup of tea out of Santiago’s hand as he sat beside her on the step.

“They should be here by now”

“They may have gotten caught up”

“But with who?”

“Listen, the gunshots were not Rojas”

“How do we know?”

“If it was Rojas and he was on to us. We wouldn’t be here”

“Geez, that’s comforting” she chuckled

“It was probably a drug deal or a mugging that went wrong. They will be here”

“I can’t believe I left them like that”

“That’s the way they would want it. Gabriela” he told her strongly “Will, included”

“That’s beside the point” she sighed “They would never have left me”

He chuckled sweetly before she looked over at him confused. She had never heard him laugh before

“Those rules are a little different with you”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you”

“That doesn’t make sense”

“To you maybe”

“Don’t be a jerk”

“I’m not” he laughed

“I think we need to keep moving. As much as I hate to say it”

“Means we’ll be in the jungle a lot longer”

“You sayin’ I can’t handle it?” she teased

“Gabriela, you know why I’m concerned”

“I’ll be fine, Santiago”

He looked over at her surprised. She had never once called him that, in all the years that they had known one another.

 

He spotted headlights up the dirt road and nodded his head in that direction. She looked over and sighed in relief. He didn’t even think that she realized that she done it. He left her and went back into the house without saying another word.

 

She didn’t say anything neither, when they parked the car and climbed the stairs. They wouldn’t admit to it but it was nice having someone waiting for them on the front porch.

Will walked up first. She mouthed ‘thank you’ before he smiled and winked at her. Frankie walked up the stairs, kissed her on top of her head and kept walking. Sebastian however, sat beside her.

“The cops caught up with us”

“They what?”

“About the club” he chuckled sweetly “We told them we were there but didn’t see anything. We just got out of there”

“Did they buy it?”

“Helped that I told them I was with a bunch of tourists” he teased

“Shut up” She bumped his shoulder playfully

“It worked”

“We’re going to get out of your hair”

“No”

“Yes”

“Gab”

“We have to keep moving”

“Listen, you got them a plane. Frankie is a pilot. Give them the address of the cabin and you. Luna, you stay here”

She gently took his face in her hands and shook her head

“You know I can’t do that”

“You’re going into a jungle. You”

“I’m going to fine, Baby. I’m fine”

“Just because you have pushed it down. Doesn’t mean you have dealt with it”

“It’s a few days surrounded by a bunch of men I trust. Its completely different. It’s all going to be fine”

He leant over kiss the tip of her nose. Sebastian didn’t tell her know that she had a nightmare the night before.

She was still dreaming about it.

 

#

 

She sat on the edge on Sebastian’s bed repacking her backpack. She was nervous, not that she would ever admit to that. Everybody had been quiet. Either getting their game face on or getting their minds ready. She wished she had that skill, but she didn’t. She knew this was going to suck. Getting back in their newly stolen car, at least it was only one this one. There was five of them, no reason to take anything more than they needed.

Suddenly something banged on the floor. There was a very well-worn pair of hiking boots at her feet. She smiled up at him.

“They are better than the girly shoes you have on right now”

“They’re not girly. They are ballet flats, and I didn’t know I was going hiking”

“I’m just glad I kept them”

“You kept all my stuff. You need to make room for yourself, it’s your house”

“Or you could just stay” he told her quietly

“Baby”

“There is no need for you not too.”

“You know I can’t do that”

“I know” he sighed sitting next to her “I had to try”

“Any other time I would say yes in a heartbeat”

“You know how I feel, right?”

“I do and I feel the same way, with my whole heart. I’m going to come back once I get them all out of this. I’m going to quit my job and come back here and we can figure out the rest”

“Just get through the next few days and call me once that plane lands in Canada”

He got down on the floor and put the boots on her feet and tied the laces, maybe a little too aggressively but she knew it wasn’t aimed at her. It was concern rather than anger

“I promise” she said softly

“I swear if this wasn’t for Frankie being here. I’d lock you in that damn barn”

“If it wasn’t Frankie, I wouldn’t be here at all”

He gently placed her feet back on the floor before offering his hand and pulling her off the bed, wrapping his arms around her tight

“If Gunner touches a hair on your head get all four guys to break his hands”

“Please with those guys. They would fly him over a chasm and drop him down” she joked “I’ll be fine”

There was a small knock on the doorframe. They both spun around and smiled at Benny

“Do you want me to take your bag?”

“Thanks Benny” she said reaching over handing her bag to him and not quiet letting go of Sebastian “I’ll be down in a few minutes”

Benny made his way downstairs and outside to the guys and the car. Santiago was looking annoyed more and more as the seconds ticked by.

“She’ll be here in a minute”

“We’re going to lose the light”

“It’s eight in the morning, Pope” Frankie told him quietly

“Doesn’t make it less true”

“Five minutes, man”

He didn’t say anything, but he hopped into the driver’s seat and fought the urge to press the horn. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed his heartbeat. Once they were on the road, he was going to feel a whole lot better. At least that’s what he told himself

 

#

 

The trekked through thick jungle it had rained just before they had gotten there, it was both a good and a bad thing, but it was still better then being in a car driving anymore than they already had over the past week.

They always placed her between them. Two in front and two behind. She wondered if they even realized that they did it. Had they been in the job so long that it was second nature.

Frankie watched her as she walked behind Benny.

Suddenly she felt Frankie hold her hand before she looked up at him surprised

“You’ve been quiet today”

“Haven’t meant to be. Sorry”

“No, its fine”

“I’m okay, Frank” she chuckled sweetly “I promise”

“I think we better stop before we lose the light” Will called out

They didn’t really say much to each other after that. She guessed there was no need too.

She sat on her sleeping bag and planned to use her pack back as a pillow. She reached for her pack of cigarettes but before she had even lit up. Santiago took the packet out of her hand and threw it straight into the dense jungle. She stared in the same direction, wide eyed and mouth gaping

“What the fuck!”

“What happens if you spark a fire just cos you need a fix?”

“We’re all saved from your tomfoolery” she answered

“Tomfoolery? What is this Victorian England?’

“Go find them”

“Not a chance, Princesa”

“Don’t call me that”

“Reina?” he asked raising an eyebrow. She tried to suppress a smile but failed miserably “Yeah, thought you might like that”

Gabby only knew a little Spanish from what she picked up from around the place, but she knew what he had just called her

Queen.

“You’re annoying, Garcia”

“Feeling is mutual, Gabs”

“Maybe we’d all be better off if they just slept together already” Benny said under his breath

“Yep” Frankie answered quickly 

Although they knew where they were. They were all looking forward to  the time their heads could hit the pillow and all hoped it wouldn’t be a long night.

Thank God, they didn’t have to carry the money with them

#

She woke up in the pitch-dark hearing the bird calls and the animals scurrying around them. It felt too familiar. The smell of the wet soil and the sound of the trees swaying.  Suddenly she wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly it was hotter. The air was thicker, and she was dizzy. She felt sick.

Gabby’s eyes flew open as she shot up in her sleeping bag

She looked around at all the guys sleeping peacefully. She was thankfully that none of them had noticed. The last thing any of them needed was to be worried that she was losing her mind.

She had to remind herself where she actually was and who she was with

[mom0ny]

rats and enemies

When Halina least expected it, she had already arrived at the abandoned train station, she didn't expect a place to be so dirty.

Olivia: do you think there will be more of those guys?

Halina: I hope not, I don't want to get blood on myself again

Olivia looked around, the place was large and full of plants, walls were cracking and falling and the train tracks had little plants growing.

Halina: do you think any trains still pass here?

her doubts disappear when she hears a train passing on the other side of the station.

Olivia looked around until she saw a path of car wheels.

Olivia: I think these brands have something on them?

Halina looks and notices that there were shoe marks on the floor: yes... I think

Halina is startled when she spots a mouse that was nearby, Halina gives a short scream and quickly moves away.

Olivia looks scared: what happened?!

Halina: mouse!!

Olivia looks at the mouse for a few seconds before picking up a rock and throwing it at the mouse: oh! disgusting animal!

3 seconds pass and they both return to reality when they see why they are there. They needed to find the end of the tire path.

*57 minutes later*

Halina and Olivia had caught a neighboring freight train that passed near the abandoned station, but it was taking so long that Halina already thought she had lost track of tires.

Olivia: Is that the car?

Halina looks quickly and sees the car that was stopped in the middle of the dirt road.

Halina: yes! yes.

Olivia: and how are we going to get down?

Halina looked around and realized that the train wasn't really going to stop, so she calculated the angle and held Olivia's hand.

Olivia looks curious: hm?

Halina jumps off the train pulling Olivia with her. Olivia holds her hat tightly and screams as a reflection of despair, after getting off the train, they were both covered in dirt, leaves and a little mud.

Olivia and Halina were very tired, Halina was almost lying down on the floor to rest. When they get close to the car, they notice that the car had gunshot marks on the windows, but no blood stains.

Halina: what happened here?

Olivia looks inside the car: I don't know, but it's not good.

Halina looks at the tires: the tires are flat.

Olivia: do you think they shot out the tires?

Halina: maybe.

Their concentration was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot that almost hit one of them, as a reflex, both of them went to hide behind the car.

Olivia: who did this?!

Halina tries to see who tried to shoot, but quickly hides when she hears another shot.

Halina: oh!... what the hell.

Olivia: They must have something involved with the kidnapping.

Halina: definitely.

unknown: SURRENDER! TO GIVE UP!

Halina: NEVER YOU BASTARD!

Another shot hits the car. Olivia thinks for a few minutes before coming up with an idea... an absurd idea.

Halina: excuse me?!! You are crazy?

Olivia: Trust me, we might have a chance.

Halina: no! it's too risky.

Olivia: Halina!

Halina: no!

Unknown: QUIT NOW OR DIE! IT'S 2 AGAINST 4.

Olivia: Halina! trust in me!

Halina thought for a few minutes, until it finally became Olivia's absurd idea, it was risky, but it was that or nothing.

Halina: WE SURRENDER!... WE SURRENDER!

Unknown: THROW AWAY THE WEAPONS AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!

Halina: are you sure, Olivia?

Olivia:.. I have...

Halina and Olivia throw their weapons in the air and raise their arms to show themselves vulnerable. The 4 men approach and look at the two with a smile of victory.

Unknown: look, two prizes.

Unknown 2: the boss will be very happy! yes he will! yes he will! yes he will!

Olivia and Halina look at each other strangely, as if we're looking at an alien.

Unknown 3: let's kill them-

Unknown: No... the boss would like to do that first.

Halina looks at the 4 men with enormous disdain, she was disgusted and hated.

Unknown 4 approaches and pulls the two forcefully towards their car, was this a good idea?

When placed inside the car, they were quickly threatened with a gun pointed at them and ropes were tied to their wrists.

Halina: it's not a weapon that will stop me from killing you.

Unknown: if the bullet hits you, you won't have a chance to kill me.

Olivia: hey! leave her alone.

Stranger says gun: shut up, you too, otherwise I'll kill you.

Halina and Olivia remain silent, they are putting faith in the plan. They spent the entire trip in silence, having to put up with those idiots laughing out loud at the bad jokes that only they found funny.

Olivia whispers: I'm thinking about jumping out of the car.

Halina whispers: me too, the jokes are horrible.

Olivia: a kid can tell better jokes than these shits.

Halina laughs lightly, but notices that the car has stopped.

(to be continued)

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