#and i will immediately break the no liking no speaking rule on a hot girl

[heckaroniandcheese]

i got one dating app just to have a little browse i am refusing to like one single person because i don't want to date or speak to anyone right now and wow. most men in my area really are something(derogatory). I knew this but. wow.

almost nothing but conservatives fish golf and ab pics. sometimes all four. it's not bingo gentlemen.

[wonryllis]

✶ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝒟𝐎𝐋𝐋? RICH BOY ENHYPEN PINNING AFTER YOU.

目录──────𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇��� 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝓉𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗘 ⋅ enhypen showing that you're not just one of the girls. wordcount total 2882 (approx 0.4k each) ⭑ CONTAINS— female!reader, fluff, suggestive, lots of swearing. % strongly recommend listening to ›› the respective songs while reading! jungwon's is inspired by ␥ kavin and kaning. ( THE ARCHIVE? ) PLS REBLOG ><

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

ぃ ⏤ now playing. HELLGIRL BY ARI ABDUL

"shit. you gotta wear this one, angel," heeseung groans in satisfaction, ignorant and indifferent to the fact that all the store employees could hear him, someone who never brings over girls to places like these, going insane over one. and the fact that you were unable to wrap your head around this situation just yet.

it was surreal and it was nerve wrecking. but heeseung was adamant that he needed you.

needed you to dress so fucking gorgeous and stand by his side as his date for the night while he paraded around greeting his parents' guests. showing them that he is capable of being committed by bringing along a partner for the first time ever. that's what he tells you—

"is this really fine?" you ask again, hands dusting over the sleek satin hugging your skin in a way that it tickled. heeseung stands up and strides overs to where you stand, arms sliding around your waist to pull you against him. "it's more than fine, absolutely stunning," leaning into your neck to leave kisses, "and so hot," right infront of everyone, no one daring to say a word to him, except you.

you who has been an exception to all his rules, you who has made him want to do things he has never wanted to before. you who has swept him off his feet.

you push against his chest in an attempt to stop him,"we'll be late, should go now," he hums in a low growl, lips nipping right against your ear before he pulls away with much exasperation almost unsated. clicking his tongue in annoyance for the staff to hurry the billing once he's done admiring you. unable to stand that anyone beside him see you dressed so pretty.

"just smile and follow my lead," heeseung tells you once you arrive at the venue. giving you an encouraging look as he instructs the valet to wait until you seem calm enough to step out. that's what he tells you— heart eyes and odd actions speaking for themselves. his hands find your waist when you finally walk up the stairs, breath shaky as you pass the entrance.

"relax angel, 'm right here, we can leave whenever you want," he kisses the side of your head, lips lightly touching your styled hair. never caring about who's looking and who's thinking what. if only you knew it too.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

ぃ ⏤ now playing. STAY BY ARI ABDUL

"look behind you, princess," the voice incoming from your phone suddenly sounds too loud, paired with faint footsteps coming to a halt. jay's lips break into a wide smile when you turn around in an instant to look at him. your eyes following his hands holding an enormous bouquet of red roses, before you notice anything else.

before you notice the want in his eyes. the want for you.

"jay? i thought you were in— " you speak into the phone, eyes locked with his, but before you can finish he hangs up the call. approaching you with quick steps and immediately pulling you into a kiss. one that's short but deep enough to convey his feelings. "berlin? yeah, but i flew back for you," he breathes out against your lips.

"why?" "you know why love," his fingers twirl the hair falling into face, tucking them away and cupping your cheek as he gives you a smile before stepping away.

he waits for you to say something, to address his feelings but like always you avoid it and like always jay lets you. alas there will come a time when you would no longer be able to deny his love, so until then he will continue to show you all ways you own his heart in. his forever princess."what about that conference you were going to attend with your dad?" you ask, accepting his bouquet.

watching him with a soft giggle as he struggles to pull out a single rose and place it behind your ear. "don't worry about it," in a reassuring tone he leads you to his car. teasing you of a surprise each time you question where you are headed.

asking you to have your eyes closed while he leads you to the rooftop of a high-rise building owned by his family, illuminated by pretty lights and flowery wreaths, and a firework show worth a million.

all just for you.

to pose a smile on your face and to be the one to put it. to be the reason of your happiness and to be the person beside you in your best memories,"happy new year, princess," jay whispers into you ear as you open your eyes to see all of it. "jay this—" you gasp in a trance, gaze hooked on the sky while his is fixated in the way the fireworks shine against your pretty orbs and the gloss on your lips,"it's all for you,"

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

ぃ ⏤ now playing. MEDDLE ABOUT BY CHASE ATLANTIC

"you owe me. you can't keep avoiding me forever, doll," jake chuckles, noticing how you turn the other way after catching a glimpse of him. finding it adorable how you do everything you can to not cross paths with him.

leaving him no choice but to wait for you outside your university, leaning against his black lykan hypersport; attracting unwanted attention while his eyes only look for your cute panicked figure amidst the crowd.

"i told you it was a mistake—" you refute, throwing a glare at his smug face as he drives right beside you, following your every step, nonchalant about all the stares you both get as long as you agree to him taking you out. "get in the car," or the other way round, he's fine with both. frustrated and knowing you'd never be able to escape him, you decide to give in.

"you owe me lunch," jake grins as his eyes watch you get into the passenger seat just like the passenger princess you are.

his passenger princess. first and last in his beloved car.

"jake this— isn't this too—" your heart skips beats at the sight of the dock and the luxury cruise restaurant closing in, scared and nervous about how much you'd have to spend but jake just shushes you. getting out the car first and coming over to open the door for you; one hand holding yours and the other cushioning your head as you step out.

"just let me have your time and i'll let you off of staining my prada with coffee," he begs, afraid you'd walk out of here if he were to tell you the real reason. if he were to tell you that you have his heart and no matter what you do his feelings are not changing. if he were to tell you he wanted to take you out to all these places and spoil you rotten and occupy your mind like you occupy his.

if he were to tell you it was indeed not your fault for he bumped into you on purpose to find an excuse to talk to you.

"but—" jake shushes you again, fingers rubbing against your lips as he shakes his head before pulling out the chair for you and helping you sit properly,"don't think too much doll, just do as i say, please?" planning to keep you busy until the sun goes down so he can take you to for a ride on his yacht.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

ぃ ⏤ now playing. BABYDOLL BY ARI ABDUL

"fuck baby, don't cry like that," sunghoon panics, his fingers grazing under your eyes to gently wipe the tears. afraid if he's not careful enough, he'll break you. "as much as i love the way you look so pretty like this, tears are not for someone like you," he has no idea how to soothe your frantically crying figure, slouched in the passenger seat against the expensive leather of his aston martin.

his hands fumble around in an attempt to think of ways he could just make you feel better and smile for him. those adorable crinkle of your eyes that have him whipped.

fuming each time he thinks of the moron who took that opportunity away from him by making you sad. he swears if he finds him, he'll beat the living daylights out of him. remind him not to linger anywhere around his girl.

sunghoon softly cups your cheek in his palm and leans in to kiss you, lips moving slow and sensual, "forget him, let me make you happy," he whispers into your mouth once he pulls away, foreheads touching and hands caressing your face lovingly. he makes sure your belt is secured before driving off to one of the luxury malls in the city, ones where you need to be of a certain level to enter.

a place you probably could never have the chance to enter if it weren't for him.

"my princess gotta shop her sadness out, hmm?" sunghoon coos as he stops outside the building, watching you gape in surprise, surprised himself that you are yet to realize just how much you mean to him.

"come on, i'll buy you whatever you lay your eyes on," he insists before you have the chance to deny him.

his hands rest at the back of your waist, leading you inside after handing his keys to the valet. dropping a soft kiss on your temple when you watch his vip card being inspected with a nervous breath of how elite this place has to be.

and knowing how new you must feel to all this, sunghoon pulls you closer with the intention of making it known that this is how it's gonna be from now, "get used to it, baby," you're not his yet but he's gonna treat you like you are. after all it's only a matter of time before it happens.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢

ぃ ⏤ now playing. GOOD GIRL BY THOMAS LAROSA

"good girl, you did a great job," sunoo pats your head teasingly amused at the confusion adorning your features. "sunoo, what were you doing there! you don't even have marketing?" the way you close in, demanding an explanation assures him that you indeed were affect by his presence, by the eye contact he held with you the entire time you were giving your presentation.

walking into the lecture hall in the middle of it as if he owned the place and taking a seat at a spot that directly put him in your line of sight. smirking, raising his brows and pushing his tongue against his cheeks to distract and annoy you.

"would you believe me if i said i came to see you?" his hands took ahold of your wrists playing with your fingers as he waited for you to answer.

"liar," you whisper, suddenly conscious of the implication behind his words and it makes him chuckle, of course what did he expect? you're hard to get, and perhaps that's the reason he feels so attracted, almost crazy over you.

like something he has to have, someone he has to have.

he takes a step closer, his varsity hat poking against the top of your head as his eyes bore into yours just the way they did inside earlier,"see? what do you want me to say then?" he whispers back, tone suddenly changing into a serious one. "you can't just enter any class like that," your innocent claim goes through him from one ear and falls through the other. how naive you are.

"i can if it's my dad's university," he can't help but chuckle at the expression on your face when you put the pieces together and realize it. all those times you came across him in places with strict attendance, it all made sense now.

"as adorably as you scold me, you're gonna see me everywhere you go," sunoo warns, leaning in impossibly close, lips hovering over yours,"you should stop fooling yourself baby,"

his hands move from your wrists to rest against the wall behind, voice dropping an octave,"and you should stop fooling around just because you can," you bite back, pressing your palm into his chest to push him back. "i'm fooling around because i want you, and i will have you," "you—" "we have a party this weekend at our summer villa, come with me?"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

ぃ ⏤ now playing. SINNERS BY ARI ABDUL AND THOMAS LAROSA

"jungwon? what are you doing here? are you okay?" it makes jungwon happy to see you worrying about him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pant as he watches you walk around the counter to his figure by the door. finding his cerulean blue chevrolet corvette 2lz parked in his usual spot, and him still dressed in the armani and hermès set you saw him in an hour ago when he dropped you off at your uncle's flower shop.

"mhm, just wanted to see my pretty girl again," he grins cockily once you realize there's nothing wrong and he's just trying playing around like always.

albeit to jungwon, it's never been a play and you have never been a toy.

this has been his way of showing you that you're not just another girl he's chasing after; because yang jungwon has never chased as opposed to what you think. and to harbour such deep and honest feelings that compel him to do what he has never done, that should have given you the hint by now. perhaps he'll just have to try a tad bit harder.

"how do you wear this?" he struts inside, passing by you to the space behind the counter you previously stood at, dangling a lone apron by his pinky and raising his brows at you, waiting. "your clothes will get dirty!" your attempts to curb him fall through for jungwon's persistence to stay with you holds like a strong wall, incapable of budging.

"i don't really care," jungwon's hands loop around the strings in a way that has the apron falling off making you giggle as you give in and just step in to help him,"idiot, that's not how you do it," you mumble.

and all he can think of is how he wants to be your idiot.

"how does this look? i think it looks so pretty on you," he says, putting a messy wreath on your head. to jungwon there's always flowers blooming everywhere you go, sweet scent overtaking all his scenes believing that's how you intoxicated him.

you slap away his hands in a shy chuckle that he doesn't understand, did he say something wrong? not aware and quite literally clueless of his own effect. by the time the sun sets down, you're asleep with your head down on the counter, facing him. and jungwon admires the way you looks so pretty, prettier than any flower.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

ぃ ⏤ now playing. STUCKINMYBRAIN BY CHASE ATLANTIC

"riki?" oh. you're here? riki looks up at the sound of your footsteps getting closer, halting a metre away from him, like you always do, not too close, not too far and it drives him crazy. "what are you doing here?" you ask, confused to find him waiting outside your mundane apartment building with his out of place red ferrari sf90.

"uh, you left this in the car last time," he fumbles out a dior liquid blush, clearly brand new and a shade you have never used before.

"that's not mine," giggling, you walk over to the other side, opening the passenger seat door to fish out the gloss you actually did leave and waving it in the air to show him,"this is mine richboy," the soft sounds of laughter, your teasing voice.

his favorite thing in the world as of late.

you who has him smitten with infatuation, unable to get you off his mind no matter how much he tries. you who never gives him the answer he wants but never pushes him away either. you who makes him feel like a pathetic loser, you who makes him want to try as many times as he can to win your heart.

"it's a gift," he quickly improvises, wanting you to accept it, of getting a chance to give you something. "you're gifting me a blush?" you question and it throws him off, blush?,"wait, it's not a lipgloss— i, i had no idea, i have never—" riki swears, he really had no clue,"bought makeup?" he nods and it makes you burst into a fit of laughter again. it warms his heart, leaning against his car and watching you with eyes that speak volumes of his feelings.

feelings that anyone could notice, anyone but you.

he lets you revel in his silly naivety, content to know you are not longer sad as you were a few days ago.

"now this suits you pretty little face," he says once you seem to calm down, bewildered at his sudden compliment while he walks over to you.

cupping your face and caressing your cheeks,"so pretty," mumbling under his breath, loud enought to reach your ears,"it's boring when you cry, baby," his lips hover over your own as both of your heartbeats pick up in sync, breath getting caught up at the shift in the atmosphere. "let's go on a drive, we'll get you a bunch of pretty glosses to wear for me,"

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[miupow]

꒰ 恋人へ ꒱ FOR LOVERS.

╭♡ pairing 〃kang taehyun x fem!reader genre 〃fluff, smut elements, slight angst, hurt/comfort ┊: warnings ◠ ﹐〃minors do not interact .ᐟrough sex, explicit language, bdsm elements, established relationship, safeword use, traffic light system, aftercare, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, pussy slapping, vaginal fingering, degredation + dirty talk, lots of pet names (and one use of "whore" and "slut"), cuddles and kisses, sharing a bath

you've never had to call out your safeword before, but during a rough punishment taehyun takes it too far-- luckily, he's right there to pick up the pieces when you fall apart.

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the word teeters on the tip of your tongue, takes up space behind your quivering lips; you've never had to call out your safeword before, never had it even crossed your mind in all of the coutless times you and your boyfriend had played... yet it threatens to slip out of your mouth with every thrust of taehyun's fingers into your sore, abused cunt.

sparks of discomfort crept up on the overwhelming pleasure, your pussy overstimulated past it's limit— three times had he made you cum on his deft fingers, and he seemed to have no intention of stopping. you had told him you could take it, but then... you weren't so sure.

"tyunnie," you hiccup, squirming underneath his broad frame as he cages you to the bed, his thick muscled arms flexing from the exertion of pumping his fingers in and out inside of you. "slow down!"

taehyun tuts, swiftly pulling his fingers out of your wet hole, and for a swift second you breathe out a sigh of relief-- but his hand quickly returns with a harsh slap to your pussy lips, right over your throbbing clit. you shriek from the surprise and the pain, writhing against the bedsheets and pulling hard at the ropes that tied your hands up above your head. your wrists stung from the friction, the pain clashing with the ache in your body in a way that made your head pound. “i said don’t speak unless spoken to, whore. stupid slut can’t even follow simple directions... take your punishment like a good girl. what’s your color?” taehyun growls with a smirk, hot breath caressing the shell of your ear, still completely absorbed in the scene even while checking in on you. his calloused fingertips circle your swollen pearl with practiced precision, your little body trapped underneath him with one of your shaking legs hiked up over his shoulder.

even deep in his dominant headspace, punishing you for breaking his rules, he still always put you and your pleasure first.

“g-green.” you whimper despite your growing qualms. you couldn’t bring yourself to even call out a yellow; you’ve done plenty like this before, plenty worse than this, and never once did it make you feel this way, bother you this much. surely you could take it. you were just being dramatic. 

"good girl," taehyun hums. the defined, honeyed muscles of his abdomen and biceps looked so gorgeous in the lamp light you didn’t have the focus to prepare yourself for another wet, messy slap to your pussy lips, this time even harder. 

it was an act you usually enjoyed, begged for even, couldn’t get enough of; but something different was building inside of you. something you had never felt before— at least, not with taehyun. instead of dripping desire, there was overstimulation and discomfort… too much for you to bear. 

you thought you would never have to say it, but one more pass over your clit has you shrieking out from underneath him, “red!”

immediately, taehyun jerks back like he had been burned, big brown eyes wide in shock. “oh god, baby, are you okay?” he gasps, shaking hands rushing to untie your wrists from the headboard, “did i hurt you? i’m so sorry, angel, where does it hurt—?” you weren’t sure how you expected him to act, but you certainly didn’t expect him to act like this. you’ve never seen him so anxious before. 

“i’m okay—“ you start, but never get the chance to finish; taehyun gathers up your wrists in his hands and brings them to his face to inspect them for injuries, rope burn… your squirming and pulling had caused the cords to dig tight into your wrists, bite irritated pink marks into your skin, but you hadn’t even noticed they were hurting until taehyun freed them. his worried gaze is so intense it burns into your skin, sends your tummy erupting with butterflies. you can’t help but let out a weak watery giggle as he soothes over the marks with his thumbs. “tyunnie, i’m okay, i promise. it wasn’t the ropes.” 

“what was it then? what happened, honey?” he presses still, voice soft and gentle, though his stare seemed a bit less wild than before. “what do you need?”

“it was just… too much.” you mutter meekly, averting your eyes, face hot. it sounded so trivial when said aloud— you were beginning to worry that maybe you had overreacted. 

“too much?” taehyun echoes, cupping your cheek in his palm. “what was too much?” 

“…everything.” you admit after a moment of hesitation. “kind of. i don’t know. it’s stupid.” 

“it’s not stupid.” taehyun retorts immediately. any attempt you made to soothe his worry didn’t seem to work. 

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me, everything just felt off—“

“hey.” he snaps, cutting you off; he bends his head to look you deep in the eyes, cinnamon honey brown gaze so sharp and passionate that it takes your breath away. “nothing is wrong with you, (y/n). it’s okay for it to be too much sometimes. don’t you dare feel guilty about stopping me.”

“well, i—“

“i mean it. please, baby, i don’t ever want to hurt you.”

your bottom lip wobbles a bit as you try to think of something to say. luckily, taehyun beats it to you. “what do you need, angel?”

“you.” you whimper, gingerly reaching out to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “hold me, please?” 

you’re enveloped in taehyuns thick arms in an instant, strong and warm as he cradles you against his chest, tucks your head underneath his chin. you’re completely surrounded by him, and it feels like heaven. tears wet your eyelashes and you blink frantically to keep them from overflowing. 

“of course, baby, i love you so much. do you want me to run you a bath? we can take it together if you’d like— i’ll wash you, take care of you. i’ll take care of you all night.”

and he does.

the warm bath water washes away all of your worries, left your mind blissfully blank as taehyun’s worked shampoo through your hair; with your back to his broad chest, snug in between his legs in the tub, you had never felt safer, more at home. 

his princess, protected from all of the evil in the world. pampered with gentle kisses as you lean your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes.

“baby?” taehyun asks quietly, breaking the comfortable silence. his soft lips ghost your temple, feather light against your warm skin. it’s difficult to focus on what he’s saying and not just the rough, husky timber of his usually light voice. 

“hm?”

“why didn’t you stop me sooner?” 

you crack your eyes open. “…what do you mean?”

“why did you push yourself like that instead of telling me when things stopped feeling good? we use the light system for this exact reason.” taehyun goes quiet for a moment before timidly adding “.. you trust me, right?” 

“of course i trust you, tyun!” you rush to reassure him, turning to face him. water sloshes over the side of the tub from your movements, but neither of you pay any mind. “it wasn’t you, baby, i just… i don’t know. i didn’t want to disappoint you. it was a punishment.”

to your dismay, taehyuns face crumples at your admission. he tucks a strand of wet soapy hair behind your ear. “oh, (y/n)… using your safeword would never disappoint me. i don't care if it was a punishment-- i want you to use it, honey. anytime you need to. i want you to let me know how you’re feeling.” 

“…i’m sorry.” you whisper, bowing your head— taehyun was quick to lift it back up with his knuckle beneath your chin. looking into his big beautiful eyes was like looking directly into the sun. 

“don’t be sorry. never be afraid to use your safewords, okay?” 

“okay.” you echo, a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. “i love you.” 

taehyun presses his lips to yours in the chastest, sweetest kiss of any he had given that night. “i love you more.”

[rafeshoeeee]

footballer!rafe x cheerleader!reader

The new girl

I knew joining a new cheer team would be tough, but i didn't think i would be welcomed by all the girls so quickly. Everyone was so lovely to me and i surprisingly fit in very well.

As my first game with the new team approached, i was extremely nervous.

I was the new girl and i had to make a good first impression.

I waited patiently on the side of the pitch, getting ready to start cheering. I held my sparkly pom poms in my hands. I had a good feeling. I felt so confident in my uniform, the royal blue color complimenting my skin tone very well.

I took in my surroundings whilst i awaited on the blow of the whistle. This all felt so surreal. My dream was coming true. All the fans sat on the bleachers cheering and singing and it made me feel ecstatic. Despite the nerves cursing through my veins, i brushed it aside and didn't let my smile falter.

Once i heard the whistle soar through my ears i knew it was time, i followed the rest of the girls onto the field and stood in the starting position.

The music blasted causing all the fans to cheer, adrenaline cursed through me giving me a boost. i executed the routine flawlessly and i felt very pleased with myself.

I jogged off the field before all the boys could take over the pitch. I took my seat with the rest of the girls and watched as the game began.

i hadn't met any of the footballers yet unlike all the other girls. Although i had been told a few things about a couple of them. Chloe, my closest friend on the team , told me to stay away from all of the boys. Apparently it would cause problems and is unprofessional. I respected that and didn't want to start off on a bad note. I was never one for breaking the rules and usually did as i was told.

Until i saw him.

I was unaware of his name but i felt drawn to him. The way he dominated on the field and wasn't afraid to get up in the other players faces did something to me.

I tapped Chloe on the shoulder and she turned towards me with a light smile on her face, "who is that?" i asked her, pointing my finger at the boy.

Chloe's eyeline followed my finger and her face dropped almost instantly, "that's Rafe Cameron, captain of the team and a total asshole. Trust me babe, he's bad news"

Her answer only intrigued me more. I wanted to know as much about him as i possibly could.

I quickly glanced back at Rafe and saw him stood there wiping a hand across his forehead.

God.

I didn't think such a small gesture could turn me on so much.

"he looks harmless to me" i boldly stated, waiting for the reaction i would get from her.

She lightly laughed, taken back from my bluntness, "Listen, i get it okay. He's hot, like insanely hot. Trust me, i know that, everyone knows that. But he has a terrible reputation with girls, he's never had a serious relationship ever" she told me, speaking in a calm tone.

I knew she was just being a good friend and didn't want me to get my heart broken but i just couldn't help myself.

He's literally perfect. His white football shirt hugged his bicep muscles perfectly, making them prominent despite the distance between us. He was extremely tall, like 6'2 tall. And he has the cutest face ever.

"well, i don't see the harm in trying" i told her, a smile forming on my lips.

She shook her head but smiled with me, "you know i'll support you, but i'm just giving you advice that you should take on board"

"i appreciate you looking out for me Chlo, but i love a challenge and i won't stop until i get what i want" i told her, leaning my chin against my hand to watch the game closely.

Chloe chuckled at my eagerness to watch Rafe play, "careful babe, your drooling" she teased, bursting out in immediate laughter.

"Oh shut up" i told her giggling, lightly shoving her knee.

The first half of the game had ended so quickly and the boys started walking off the pitch. The score remained 0-0 and both teams looked defeated.

My eyes didn't leave Rafe, i watched him walk towards our teams area and sat down at the front bench. His elbows rested on his knees and he chugged a bottle of water down, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

I was pulled out of my gaze when Chloe started nudging me.

"what's up?" I asked her, a puzzled look making its way onto my face but slight concern lacing my voice.

"jesus y/n, coach Sarah has been calling for you" she told me, looking in her direction.

Coach Sarah was smiling at me brightly and gushing me to come down. I smiled back at her and stood up from where i was sat.

I looked at Chloe with wide eyes as i walked past her.

"you'll be fine!" she yelled slightly so i could hear her.

Once i made my way down the small flight of stairs and walked over to Sarah, she embraced me in a huge hug which i accepted straight away. I was taken back by this sudden affection from her but i was assuming that this was a good thing.

Once she pulled away, she placed her hands firmly on both my shoulders, "i'm so proud of you! you looked amazing out there!" she told me, slightly shaking my shoulders, making me laugh.

The biggest smile formed on my face, this is exactly what i wanted to hear. It felt amazing and apparently i looked amazing.

"thank you so much, i couldn't of done it without you and all the girls" i told her, my bright smile not leaving my face.

She slowly took her hands off my shoulders and wrapped her arm around me. She started talking about how the rest of the game will work if they're still drawing by the full time.

I was partly listening to what she was saying, but i was in such close proximity to Rafe, i couldn't focus.

"y/n?" she called my name with a questioning tone.

i quickly looked back at her, hoping she wouldn't notice that i hadn't been paying attention to everything she was saying.

I tried to keep an innocent look on my face but i could tell that she knew i wasn't paying attention to her due to the smile that crept on my face.

She looked over my shoulder and realized who had captured my attention. "would you like me to introduce you?" she asked, whispering in my ear.

I was quite stunned by her question, thinking i would get a lecture about being unprofessional and unsportsmanlike. It could've been a trap so i decided to play it safe.

"no, no, it's fine, i'm sure i'll get the opportunity to talk to him in the future. Plus, i don't want to distract him from this important game" i told her, slightly shaking my head to hide my lies.

She laughed at my response and i was unsure of how to act, "oh honey, you're allowed to talk to any boy you want, you just can't be intimate with one another."

i laughed at her honesty but i wasn't ready to talk to Rafe just yet, "honestly it's fi-" but before i could finish my sentence, she was gushing Rafe to come over.

He walked towards us, looking quite confused by why the cheerleading coach wanted to talk to him.

I didn't hide my stare. As he got closer, i took in all his facial features. His piercing blue eyes, his freshly buzzed hair and lips that looked extremely soft. Even though he had been running around the field for nearly an hour, i could still smell his musky cologne on his skin as he was approaching.

He stood by my side but didn't look in my direction, "everything alright?" he questioned Sarah, intensely staring at her.

If he looked at me that intensely i'd probably melt i thought to myself.

Sarah glanced at me and then glanced back at Rafe, "well, this is y/n, it's her first game today and i'm just introducing her to everyone" she told him.

I was thankful she didn't embarrass me in-front of him.

I kept my eyes on Rafe and watched him advert his gaze from coach Sarah to me. Our eyes locked instantly, his ocean eyes piercing into my green ones. He maintained eye contact for a decent amount of time before his eyes raked down my body, stopping at my cleavage.

The uniform definitely made my boobs a lot more prominent than usual and i expected the stares from gross men, but i didn't mind Rafe staring one bit.

It took him a minute before he reached his hand out in-front of him, offering a hand shake. I glanced down at his hand then back up at him before meeting my hand with his.

My hand felt tiny compared his, his hand shake was firm and his grip was quite tight. He wore a gold ring on his middle finger, and the cold metal took me by surprise. His hand was surprisingly soft and was very warm, holding his hand felt natural.

"nice to meet you y/n" he said softly, his husky voice making my stomach flutter.

A small smile appeared on my lips before i released my hand from his grip, "yeah, you too Rafe" i told him, maintain his strong eye contact. My legs felt weak but i used everything in me to keep myself upright.

He looked behind him to see his coach stood waiting for him, "uh sorry i gotta go, games about to start, but i'll talk to you after?" he asked, an inkling of hope sparkling in his eyes.

"yeah of course, good luck out there" i told him, before he jogged off.

He winked at me before his attention was taken by his coach, who looked like he was being harsh on him.

I was assuming, due to the team not winning, it's Rafe's responsibility to bring some life into the game and score the winning goal.

Coach Sarah smiled at me, "see that wasn't so bad was it?"

i playfully rolled my eyes at her comment, "yeah yeah"

she told me to go and sit back with Chloe before the game started so i didn't get caught up in the crowd of all the fans.

I quickly ran up the stairs towards and took my seat next to Chloe. I could feel her staring but i was waiting for her to ask.

"soooooooo, tell me everything" she screeched, an eager look spread across her face.

i smiled at her and turned my full attention to telling her every single detail.

The game had already began by the time i had finished blabbering on about Rafe.

"- and he wants me to talk to him after the game" i told her, waiting for her reaction.

Her jaw dropped and she looked so pleased for me, "oh my god! you lucky girl! I'm surprised coach Sarah let you even talk to him" she told me.

I raised my eyebrows at her comment, "no i know, i was so shocked. she didn't even seem bothered. She just made it very clear we aren't allowed to be intimate with each other"

"she must really like you, even she knows what Rafe can be like sometimes" she said, raising her eyebrows back at me.

I just smiled at her, wanting to focus on the game.

My eyes searched the crowd for number 9, Rafe's number. i knew this from the constant staring from earlier and the conversation i just had with him.

The ball was attached to his feet, he dribbled past all three defenders and booted the ball into the back of the net and the crowd roared. I jumped from my seat, cheering for him just like everyone else.

He celebrated with his team members on the pitch but i noticed his eyes searching the crowd.

Who the hell was he looking for? i thought.

I felt envy rush through me until i realized he was staring in my direction, but i was almost certain it wasn't at me. i looked down at my feet so i didn't embarrass myself.

Chloe was shaking my shoulder due to her excitement, "he's totally staring at you babe"

i scoffed, "oh please, no he's not" i looked up from my feet and his gaze was strong, just like it was earlier, only not so close up.

"he totally is" she told me again.

I smirked at him, hoping he could see. i felt victorious when a smile crept onto his face.

He went back to the game, there wasn't much time left now and we were still in the lead. We were only winning by one goal, so every minute counted. The boys had to make sure they didn't let the ball go anywhere near their net. And they didn't.

The final whistle blew and it was over. Rafe cheered with his teammates and coach.

Once the crowd had started piling off the pitch, leaving the stadium almost empty. Coach Sarah announced "right girls, let's get going. We have a busy day tomorrow so make sure you get plenty of rest. I just wanted to congratulate y/n one more time for her outstanding performance today!" All the girls cheered after her announcement and a smile appeared on my face.

Me and Chloe were one of the last ones left at the stadium, she was slightly ahead of me, but i wasn't far behind.

I was about to exit the stadium, but a hand gripped my wrist and spun me around to face them.

I can't say i wasn't pleased to see Rafe's face again, he looked clean and fresh. i assumed he had showered not long ago as he hair looked slightly damp.

He smirked down at me and stared at me intensely again, "so, y/n right?" he asked.

i felt myself getting shy and i broke our eye contact due to my nerves, but his hand gripped my chin to look up at him again.

"don't get shy on me now doll, don't think i haven't noticed you staring" he said boldly, his hand moving from my chin to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

The small gesture made me more nervous, but i knew what i wanted and i had to get it, "well, can you blame me? you're gorgeous" i told him, with a smirk on my lips.

He was leaning closer to me and his hands found my waist, pulling me into him. Our bodies collided and i could feel his muscles through his black t-shirt. I wrapped my arms around his neck, matching his energy.

He raised his eyebrows at my comment, " oh really?" he said, his fingers drawing small shapes on my my exposed lower back.

i nodded, too focused on his fingers tracing shapes on my shapes.

His moved his lips towards my ear and whispered, "well, i think you look perfect doll"

I felt my cheeks turn a slight reddish color at his compliment. I've never been more turned on, he knew exactly what he was doing and did it extremely well.

His hands eagerly stroked my curves, and his lips found my neck. It didn't surprise me at Rafe's boldness, i knew he would be a confident boy.

He groaned, overwhelmed by the feelings he was experiencing. "shit baby, your gonna get me into trouble" hr groaned, cupping my cheek and pulling our faces together.

Our lips were like magnets, drawn to each other. I'd never felt so much passion in one kiss before, his tongue slowly slithered its way into my mouth and it quickly took dominance.

We both pulled back, gasping for air, our foreheads pressed against each others but his hand still remained on my face.

I slowly pulled away but he was quick to pull me back in and lure me into another kiss. This one was more eager, like we were both hungry to taste each other again, to feel each other's lips move in perfect sync.

"y/n!" I heard Chloe yell in the distance.

Me and Rafe jumped apart, but of my red lipstick had transferred onto Rafe's lips, so i assumed my lipstick was smudged all around my mouth.

I rubbed my thumb against Rafe's lips, in attempt to get rid of the red residue. He curled his lips into a smile, clearly finding my gesture amusing.

"its not funny Rafe" i firmly told him, trying my best to cover up our previous actions.

He couldn't help but stifle a laugh at your short temper, "you just look cute when you're stressed." he told me.

I looked up at him with a small smile before putting my focus back on the red lipstick on his face.

I did the best i could to hide the evidence but it wasn't great. There was a slight red tinge around his mouth and slightly on his bottom lip.

Chloe ran up to me from the other side of the pitch, once she reached us she was very out of breath.

She looked like she was about to start lecturing me but held it in once she realized Rafe's presence.

She widened her eyes at me and i just smirked at her.

"what the hell is going on?" she questioned.

Me and Rafe quickly glanced at each other before both of us looking back at Chloe and shrugging.

She chuckled and lightly rolled her eyes, "whatever. y/n, let's go, everyone's waiting" she told me, grabbing hold of my arm and beginning to drag me.

I felt bad for keeping the whole team waiting, but this moment with Rafe was definitely worth it.

i turned my head around to face him, "bye Rafe!" i called out to him.

He looked quite disappointed at the loss of my presence. I released myself from Chloe's grip and ran over to him, my hands finding his face and our lips connecting. He pecked my lips a couple of times before pulling his phone out his pocket.

"i need to see you again doll, when are you free?" he asked before handing me his phone with the number keypad already on display.

i quickly typed in my number and saved my contact in his phone and naming myself y/n, before handing it back to him.

"i'm free tomorrow after 4, i have practice until 4, but i can be ready by 5" i told him, tucking my hair behind my ear.

he pecked my lips one more time, "see you then doll"

[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x yn

summary: lewis is kind of a mafia type of guy here, but he still remains the best f1 driver in history with 8 championships (!). mafia means that he kinda kills people. he's always hot put now he is double hot. idk if that's even possible, but anyway. you're his girl, and he sees that someone made a bruise on your hand. spoiler alert: i doesn't end well for the guilty man.

warnings: lots of cursing words, sexual actions, mentions of death, etc

(a/n): it is written in 1 pov, from his point of view. though it couldn't get any hotter? nah, it can.

WHEN I UNLOCK my mansion's door and come see my girlfriend crying, three completely different options pass through my mind.

One. Killing someone.

Two. Making someone regret.

Three. Doing both of those after kissing my woman's tears until the don't exist anymore.

I rush to her on the couch, not even bothering to shut the door behind me. "What happened, baby?" I get on my knees and try to hold her close to me. She doesn't meet my gaze. She's hidden her face behind her little hands, but I can still take a glimpse of her scorching hot, red cheeks. "Hey, y/n, talk to me." I try to persuade her, even though it seems impossible.

"P-please," she stutters, and something dark and colorful captures my attention on her left wrist.

Fuck.

It's a bruise. A fucking bruise. A huge one to be exact.

I try to compose myself. It's not even enough. I think my jawline starts to tremble, and I don't even notice at first. "Y/N," I force her to look at me, forcing her hands away off her beautiful face. Her features are soft but her precious eyes have turned swollen and her lips are tighter than ever. "Who did this to you?" The words come out sharp. I don't even think about them to be honest.

She is my fucking woman. These are the rules. Nobody is allowed to touch her in a way that she doesn't want to. Not even me.

I cup her small face with both my hands. "Who hurt you, baby?"

I hear a soft cry and then she tries to speak again but doesn't manage to do it properly without stuttering.

Fuck, I won't look good in jail clothing.

I bit my lip in order to not lose it just at this fucking moment. My fists become a ball. My girl notices and places her little ones over my hands to stop the shaking.

"Baby, please," I mouth. "Tell me who the bastard is, and I swear, he'll never see sunlight again to touch you." Forcing myself to stand up, in a matter of seconds, I sit on the couch, and she's moved on my lap. I think I'm losing my mind each time she looks at me, and I don't know who to kill. "Just tell me a name, Y/N."

She finally stops crying. Fuck.

My heart jumps each time she attempts to speak but is unable to due to the silent sobs.

A few seconds pass.

A few more, too.

Eventually, I feel a hand pressing on my chest and immediately blood rushes straight to my cock.

Damn it.

Of course, my dick doesn't get the whole situation. It has a whole brain of its one. In fact, we are under hard circumstances right now. And surely, there can't be anything harder than that at the moment.

She hides her face in my neck. I place my hand on the back of it and wait.

I think my blood pressure is on its fucking limits when she turns to face me. "It's my ex." She blurts out suddenly. I want to laugh but I don't.

Oh this fucking bastard again... Though we were done with him by the time I threatened him with his life if he ever got close to my girl again. But he definitely isn't the type of guy loyal to anything. Not to promises, not to threats, not even to his ex-girlfriend.

"He asked to meet me. I said no, but he wouldn't understand. He was waiting outside my place this morning, claiming he'd like to talk. I wanted to get away from him, but he grabbed my arm and..." her voice breaks.

I hold her for a few seconds as the sobs initiate again. Afterward, I get up and make a very important call. Returning, I am very pleased to meet a much-better-looking, without-any-tears woman sitting on the couch and scrolling through her phone.

Noticing me, she looks at me. I try to smile. "He'll be dead till midnight." Sitting next to her, I take her on my lap and kiss the dry tears off her cheeks.

And then I start undressing her, not because my dick is asking for it since one hour ago, but because she seems in the mood for it.

"I just want you to fuck me, Lewis." She says as I press my palm around her neck and spread wet kissing along her breasts. "Fuck me like you hate me."

I smile. "Baby, I could never hate you."

"Just do it for an hour," she moans against my ear. "Please."

I stop to look at her, laughing. "An hour?" I rise my eyebrows. "Love, you underestimate me."

She laughs too, and we're off to upstairs, where one of the mansion's bedrooms is located.

I want to make love to her, truth to be told. Passionate and delicate. But she asked for a rough fuck.

She knows I'm a man capable of doing both. So I proceeded to doing them.

[kisses4mizu]

BES characters when you get covid (directed to fem)

note: set in 2029-2020 when covid was quite serious!

Mizu

- her time to ✨ shine ✨ as she cooks for her beloved!! (can only heat up soup and make some instant noodles…) but honestly, she’d try her best to find some videos to practise it for you

- literally shit talks the sickness like it’s some yucky problematic guy LMAO

- “does covid not have any other bitches to go to? like why does this dumbass have to go for my girl..”

- isolation? nope never heard of that!

- she’d take every chance she could to be with you and help you recover like maybe kissing ur forehead if it feels hot asf or massaging your sore muscles etc

- because we all know damn well that this lady can never ever get sick (especially in the current!au like girl, you barely eat and constantly get stabbed, how tf aren’t you dead 😭)

- anyways, she breaks the rules just to be with you :3

Akemi

- at first, cried that u got covid :( especially with the rising cases of death

- tbh a little scared to touch you 😓

- but honestly, breaks the rules as well just as much (or if not more) but she’s way more careful compared to Mizu so she wears a mask 💪

- puts your medicine in a medicine box ensure you eat what you need to everyday + sets up those timers that alert her immediately when you need to take some extra supplements or eat!

- “have you taken your vitamin c tablets? how about the fish oil? wait, why is the magnesium pill still in the box? you didn’t take the afternoon supplements?”

- plays games between the bedroom door especially the guessing game bc of how easy it is to do without physical contact (similar to akinator) (honestly very fun, try it out sometime!)

Taigen

- knows nothing much about medicines and all so to make himself feel better, he wraps bandages around you 😭

- honestly also does it because he likes the way you laugh at his gesture <3

- compared to the two ladies, he abides to the rules very closely and stays away from you ☹️ the max he’ll go near you is probably 1m distancing bc he’s nervous abt how getting close to you might affect both u and him

- but would text or call you everyday even if he was home just to speak to you, GET ME A MAN LIKED THAT

- “heyy, you know what I heard about mary from work? apparently, her ex, that only lasted like a month, is now saying her best friend!..” (proceeds to yap and gossip 🤭)

- buys u LOADS of gifts to give after you beat cocid (he knows you’re strong enough to do so! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و)

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Ive complained about acotar's weird plot structure before and I was gonna talk about how I would fix it as well, but then I forgot so Im talking about how I would fix it now

Just get rid of Amarantha, Rhysand's the villain now. He gets her Woman Scorned motivation of being rejected by Tamlin but hes still the high lord of the night court and instead of him ruling over all of Prythian, he basically just torments Tamlin and hes got the spring court locked down with magic so no one can come in or out for help. One idea that I like is that instead of the mask curse, everyone is cursed to just cant stand being near Tamlin, like he comes into a room that a few servants are cleaning and they immediately feel compelled to leave without another word. Idk, the idea is that Rhysands trying to break him through isolation while convincing him that hes unlovable so he'll come crawling right back to him. And then theres obviously still that caveat of 'the curse gets broken if you can find a human whos killed a fae with hate in her heart and get her to fall in love with you, but until then everything stays as is'

From then on, things mostly happen as they do in the book with Tamlin and Feyre bonding except Lucien's not there because of that curse. Or, actually you could still have him around since Feyre wouldnt be affected by the curse, just not anywhere near Tamlin. Oh, I really like the idea of Lucien very begrudgingly coming up to this human girl he dislikes so that he can be like "hey, can you please tell Tamlin that we're still friends and that I still love him even though I cant speak to him" thatd be sweet

(uhhhhhh this got way longer than anticipated, have a readmore)

I think if you still want Rhys to be like, the hot and sexy badboy alternative love interest you could have him corner Feyre whenever shes alone and try to seduce her in order make absolutely 100% sure she never breaks that curse. But its not working, she just keeps bonding with Tamlin and he notices that shes getting more and more comfortable with him and seems to be slowly falling in love with him and hes getting nervous, because Rhysand is absolutely not above just coming in and hurting her in order to torment him some more so he sends her away, again, like in the book

Then Feyre comes back and maybe she finds that the spring court is now shrowded in eternal night for 💫Atmosphere💫 and Tamlin has submitted to Rhysand. But hes still not quite satisfied because Tamlin basically begged him not to hurt Feyre because he loves her, and Rhysand just needs him to say that he doesnt love her after all. And Feyre comes in and demands that her high lord be set free and Rhysand issues the same three trials as Amarantha, I dont think he should give her the riddle because idk, i always thought it was really weird and stupid to have these trials AND a riddle, just pick one. And Im picking the trials because Rhysand is a sadistic mf. I dont think the trials should happen over the course of three months though, I think they should happen over the course of three days with one trial a day, because Rhysand is very confident that Feyre will just die and hes getting a little impatient, like he just wants to have his Tamlin already yknow

And then she completes the trials, Rhysand has to release them and thats the end of the story. I think this would work best as a standalone, but if you still wanted to make it a trilogy and you still wanted to have the Feysand bargain, maybe Feyre could completely break down during that last trial where she has to kill those innocent fae because shes bonded with them so much (in this version she would get to know more of the household than just Alis and Lucien) and she cant bring herself to do it and Rhysand is all smug like "do you give up?" but then Feyre pulls herself together and goes to stab the first one, and he realizes that she might actually do it for Tamlin's sake and that all of his plans are about to be ruined, so hes basically like "okay, you know what, Ive changed my mind, I'll lift the curse and I'll leave you and Tamlin be, but you'll have to agree to this bargain with me where you have to stay at my court for two weeks every months" the idea is basically that if he cant have Tamlin's love, hes gonna take Tamlin's beloved, and Feyre agrees

Idrk how the next book could play out from that point. I have this image in my head of like. okay so, one of my favorite obscure dark romance dynamics is ancient evil vampire/newly turned evil vampire/kind-hearted innocent human guy, bonus points if the newly turned vampire and the innocent human guy were in a perfectly normal loving relationship before the other vampire entered their life. And what Im pitching is basically the fae-version of that for Feylinsand. Im invisioning Feyre having a corruption arc and slowly falling for Rhysand but she also still loves Tamlin and Rhysand also still loves him so they entrap him in this fucked up and evil but also hot and sexy poly relationship. That might be a little self-indulgent but idk man, this whole series is built on self-indulgence and its not even interesting because sjm has the most boring sex fantasies ive ever read. which yknow, im not necessarily judging, I just dont like it. Also actually nvm I think it would be funnier if Feyre didnt fall for Rhysand, like its not a thing of her coming down to his level so she can kiss him, she turns evil for completely unrelated reasons

Another thing you could do if you wanted to make it a trilogy, but maybe one thats less focused on sex because what else are you gonna do with a hot evil polycule, is you have Rhysand take Tamlin to the night court which is like, all the way on the opposite side of Prythian. So then the first book could be everything I just described except when Feyre comes back to the spring court, she finds that Tamlin is gone and it ends right there, on a cliffhanger. The next book would be her and Lucien and maybe Alis or some other fae she befriended traveling all across Prythian to get to the night court and we see a bunch of Prythian because godddd I despise the fact that in the actual acotar series, we're just trapped in the night court for 4 books and barely get to see anything outside of the night court, nay, velaris. And then the third book would be them trying to find Velaris, which would be a secret city in the sense that no one knows where it is but like people do know the name and that it does exist somewhere, and Feyre either does the trials and frees Tamlin that way or maybe theyll get the Illyrians on board to just kill him and that breaks the curse idk

And yeah, thats it, this got way longer than I thought. I was just kinda spitballing here because again, I dont like the first book's structure at all and I think the existence of Hybern is so unecessary. Like, Prythian has seven courts with plenty of potential for interesting politics to happen between them, whyyyyyy does there need to be a kingdom full of evil people for them to unite against?? I hate it

Anyway, Ive been thinking about this idea for a little while but I had no plans for fleshing it out in any way, but now that ive written all that down Im thinking of maybe cleaning all of that up and actually making it a whole rewrite at some point. I make no promises though, I suck ass at writing longer stories. So until then, let me know what you think of this

[sp00kymulderr]

Silent Genesis

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, PWP, voyeurism kinda, masturbation, light choking

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Another old one!

The Mandalorian is watching you.

Watching silent, leaning against the rear wall of the cockpit with his head tilted slightly as he regards your form splayed out on the pilot seat. He’s partially veiled in darkness, a stoic and unmoving figure in the shadows while you are illuminated by the soft light shining into the cabin from the repair dock the Razor Crest is currently sat in. You’re frozen like a deer in headlights, caught in a place you shouldn’t be by a man who won’t hesitate to throw you off his ship for breaking the rules.

But that’s the game.

This is the thrill you’ve been chasing ever since you first met the mysterious armoured bounty hunter several weeks ago. He had taken you on board the Crest out of pity, that must’ve been it. To him you had been simply a poor lost girl, and he was the fool who needed an assistant of sorts. Perhaps he needed the company too, or something more, but he’d never admitted it to you.

Now he finds you a breathless, half-naked mess in his seat on his ship. Your breasts freed from the caging fabric around them, rising and falling with your careless breath. Your dexterous fingers dipped below the waistband of your pants, but stilled with your clit pinched between two of them under the fabric. Your gentle, too-quiet mewls of pleasure coming to a halt as he moves.

The game had started by accident, because you were too careless and liked him too much. It had very quickly become clear to you—after settling in to your role on the ship like a duck to water—that he was more than his profession, than his armour, than his creed. He wasn’t just some strong brute hunting quarry for credits. He was powerful and astute, a man of honour and of heart no matter how much he tried to bury it.

So naturally you wanted him more than anything.

You weren’t sure of his desire for you, although you had some inkling from the way he paid attention to you as you worked on the ship. Most likely he thought you didn’t notice him staring, thought his helmet made it impossible to tell, but you felt it every time. So you knew he had walked in on you as you thought of him, hands working underneath the fabric of your clothing, even before he realised what was happening.

“I- I’m sorry” he had stuttered in shock at the realisation, turning immediately but hesitating to leave.

“Stay. Please” was your immediate, unthinking response and you swear you heard his breath hitch at your request.

“Is that what you want? Me to- To watch?” he responded eventually, slowly, turning back towards you.

“Yes. If it’s what you want”

And it was.

So he had stayed, and watched. Again, and again, and again. It played out the same every time; him catching you in some immodest display, though no longer by accident, and watching rapt and unspeaking each time you brought yourself off for him. Never touching you, never asking you for more. Just watching, and never speaking of it.

“Keep going” he tells you now, bringing you back to yourself. He crosses his arms, leans back again and tilts his head nodding towards the place your fingers are splayed inside the fabric of your pants.

You gulp down dumbly, throat dry, before pulling back your hand to help you shimmy out of the pants and toss off the shirt that had been bunched up above your chest. You spread your legs wide, hoping desperately that the sight of you naked and spread for him on his seat will be driving him wild inside the mass of metal covering him. You let yourself imagine him wanting you, taking you. Think about his skin; it would be hot under you. How would he touch you? Would it be gentle, like you’re a glass ornament he’s afraid to shatter. Or would he lean in to his strength? You think about his large hand around your throat, squeezing. The image of it makes you moan and slide your hands back down your body.

It’s difficult to discern exactly what his reaction is to you. The man gives nothing away – always able to hide any slack-jawed admiration, reddened cheeks or looks of desire behind the helmet that never comes off. He’s not much of a talker either, choosing the simplest answers and instructions and rarely making real conversation with you. He has the advantage there. It makes you feel like he holds all the power, he is able to keep calm and collected where even the simplest brush of your body against his covered frame would cause you to stutter and stumble even when you were so sure of yourself.

This, now, is a rare moment when you perceive that you have at least some command. At the very least you know he’s captured; following your movements and paying attention only to you for once. The action of your hands, fingers gently grazing over your skin to return to their place between your legs while your other palms at your breasts, your touch frustratingly light as you tease your sensitive nipples.

The way the cool, dim light falls over you makes it seem like you’re bathed in ethereal moonlight, like some goddess of sin. The smallest gasp escapes your lips when you glide over your clit, and you know he can see exactly how wet you are. You keep your eyes firmly on him as you slide two digits inside yourself with ease, feeling the rush of heat as you curl them against your upper wall and desperately trying to hold on to the imagined eye contact you have with the emotionless visage before you. Odd, not to know the colour of the man’s eyes but still willingly give him this deeply intimate moment.

Pulling your fingers back, you hold them up to show him they are slick with you before bringing them to your lips. It’s obscene, opening your mouth and tasting yourself as he continues to watch in silence, statuesque. The slightest movement of his hand as you do so, balling up in to a fist, gives you more of a rush than any other person has ever provided you. So you keep going; saliva coated digits trailing between your breasts and further, down past your bellybutton, down to you slick folds to continue teasing that bundle of nerves that holds the key to your release.

So sensitive, more than you expect, you choke against the pressure of the small, concentrated circling motions. Throwing your head back until it bumps against the seatback and you’re whining, not just at how good it feels to touch yourself but how good it is to know he’s watching. Your other hand pinching the skin of your thigh hard, the tingle of pain mixed with the pleasure making you feel white-hot and on your way to the heavens.

“M- Mando” you whimper, wanting to make sure he knows it’s him you’re imagining.

But then he’s moving. You hear the slightest noise of his footsteps and open your eyes wide, stopping dead in your movements. He isn’t stopping, coming so close to you it would take nothing at all to reach out and touch the cool metal covering him.

This isn’t how the game goes.

Is this when he finally throws you off the ship?

“What…” you rasp out the beginnings of a question, unsure what to do with this unprecedented action. He’s never been this close while you’ve been this naked. Fuck, your heart is pounding and you’re frozen to the spot waiting for him to make his move, ready to be dragged out of the cockpit and left to fend for yourself.

Instead Mando drops to his knees with a muted thud onto the metal flooring, positioned between your open legs and his gloved hand hovers over your raised knee. Did you finally break him? The thought makes you shiver.

“Can I?” he asks softly.

You just nod, still wide eyed in shock, and when you feel his covered palm land gently down before moving slightly upwards you let out a breath you had no idea you had been holding. The caress is tender and slow, moving half way up the thigh then back down to where it started. You pray to the stars that this never ends, but too soon he’s moving away and leaning back slightly.

“Can you keep your eyes closed?” he enquires, something of a tremble in his voice as he pinches the fabric of the glove between the fingers on his opposite hand and pulls ever so slightly.

Another violent nod and you scrunch your eyes shut as tight as possible for him, never more eager for anything than what you think is happening now.

“Good” you hear him shuffle, something dropping to the floor.

You want to ask him what changed, why he’s offering you this unexpected gift. Want to know how this changes things. But instead you stutter in what you can only call absolute bliss when he lays his now-bare hand against your hip.

He sighs at the contact, and you nearly come undone at the sound alone.

“Keep going” he orders, but less commanding than before, with a squeeze where he’s touching you before he slowly starts to move.

You had almost forgotten about what you had been doing, slowly starting to move your fingers again at his request. Your entire body is buzzing, the places his palm roams scorching with the touch of his skin on yours. Finally. Your imagination is nothing against the real thing. There is nothing but this in your mind now, you want to stay in this moment for the rest of time. His touch will be the only memory you keep from now on.

When his fingers dance across your stomach then down to the opposite hip it’s feather-light and tender, but reaching your other thigh he lets his fingers dig in to the soft flesh making you cry out. He touches you everywhere but the place you don’t dare to even think about him touching, where you still work towards your peak. And oh you’re close, inching closer with every movement of his, every reminder that he is real and here and touching you.

His breath is heavy through the modulator, hitching as he reaches your breasts and kneads the pliant curve of flesh to his will. You groan, zoning in on that feeling but too soon he’s moving on, upwards, hand hesitantly settling around your throat.

“This is what you like?”

Of course, he knows it. Has seen you do this to yourself enough times now, always wishing it was him.

“Yes. Yes. Please” you murmur out, momentarily stilling the ministrations against your swollen clit to ensure you keep you eyes closed when he acquiesces and presses down just slightly at first – making sure it’s safe – then with a tiny bit more pressure and it’s enough.

It doesn’t take anything more than that; you choke, swipe twice more over your clit, and unravel in an instant, falling apart from an orgasm stronger than any other in your life. Your legs shake hard, muscles tensing then releasing. Calling out unintelligible expressions of sheer ecstasy, barely even aware of the fluid gushing from you in your overwhelming pleasure that goes on and on with no beginning or end in sight. Rapture, truly.

Eventually you slump back, completely undone and weightless. Your skin tingles where Mando now lightly caresses, soothing you as your heart-rate slowly comes back down.

When he pulls away, you let out a quiet sob, keeping your eyes shut waiting for him to tell you what to do. There’s some noise, but you can’t move through the thick fog in your mind to know what it is.

“Wait…stay. What does this-” again you try to ask but you’re cut off.

Soft, plush and sweet, you must be dreaming when you feel his lips press against yours. Stars, this can’t be real.

But his lips moving against yours like this, the quiet moan coming from him when you kiss him back, you would never torture yourself with such a beautiful feeling only for it to be completely imagined. Making yourself experience this knowing you could never really have it, that would be more cruel than anything else you’ve thought about with him.

This kiss, this is real. It’s the truest thing you’ve ever know.

And it changes the game forever.

[enlighten3d]

okok soo gonna try to put a timeline for janette and adele’s relationship/story! (in order)

-They both meet at the town’s pub (adele being there after an argument with josh, her husband, and janette being there after a problem at the church)

-They end up flirting, adele lying about being married and end up hooking up basically (but before that janette explained her being aro-spec to just put put there that she isn’t wanting anything romantic and adele pretended to listen)

-They then end up in a friends with benefits relationship (adele’s husband josh is oblivious to this she’s definitely not telling him) for a couple of months and janette says that she hopes they can be friends as well

-Adele refuses that, since she has very complex feelings about aro-spec people (adele your arophobia is showinggg/hj) and thought they had a romantic relationship(since she didn’t believe janette) and they don’t speak for a while after an argument over that

-During that time, Janette has to (forced by her mum’s ghost) carry out a ritual of sorts to solidify a next heir to run the cult when janette’s dead and she doesn’t want to give up her nephew so she chooses a girl named Carmela (i have lore for her too) and due to the prophecy (that this ritual is based off) carmela has to hurt/kill a loved one, and it ends up being her boyfriend ryan beckett, adele’s son!

-This ends up with him loosing an arm and adele immediately knows who’s behind this (janette) and decides to carry out her own form of revenge (of her son and herself since she thinks janette was manipulative in their short lived relationship- adele darling stop making things worse)

-Said revenge ends up being burning down the cult building and Janette ends up being in it when that happens and she burns alive (uh oh) and adele thinks that’s been taken care of

-Until Janette comes back alive thanks to weird monster/spirits that give her life basically except with a catch- which is that if she cuts her skin in anyways, blue flowers and vines will burst through her skin and probably kill her again

-She’s forced to stay out of the town since if she walked back in, she’d be killed on sight (weird rules that i can explain) so she has to figure out how to kill adele

AND THATS ALL I HAVE! FOR NOW! So basically yeahh adele is kind of a shitty person!!! I have more lore for all the characters so if you have any questions pls do send them my way! (i live for questions about my lore/hj) :D these characters stay in my head aghh toxic yuri beloved uhmm okok byee this was longer than i thought oopsies

(sry this took a hot sec to reply to)

oooh boy.. this truly is VERY toxic yuri... i want to fight adele ngl. as an aromantic person, i am staring at her and Judging.

adele is on some shit.. sgdhdnf

ARSON. ARSON AS REVENGE 👍👍 IS YOUR SONS ARM GONE?? ARE YOU AROPHOBIC AND VERY GAY?? THE SOLUTION IS ARSON.

gods i feel bad for josh... he knows Nothing. poor guy.

OOH THATS FUN.. (janette being cursed like that). are bruises and shit okay?? if its severed skin specifically... oh boy yeah shes not gonna last long is she.. paper is her mortal enemy...

whys she gotta stay out of town?

ALSO WHAT DOES THE CULT WORSHIP. I AM SO CURIOUS. IS THE EXISTENCE OF THESE SPIRITS WIDESPREAD KNOWLEDGE, OR JUST SHIT THAT THIS CULT KNOWS?

was adele insane before she met janette or was she always this way

does janette know it was adele who started the fire...

WHAT ARE CARMELAS THOUGHTS ON ALL THIS (esp the having to fuck up her boyfriend... do they break up afterwards.. does he know it was her...)

i have so many questions /pos

[tahliafox]

Breaking the rules.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You and Natasha have been playing a not-so-fun game.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dominant!Reader, Sub!Natasha, Blood Kink, Knife Kink, Lap Riding, Fingering, Rough sex, Smut, Car sex, Praise.

Words: 1261

Your foot faltered on the gas of a wine-red tesla, Tony's wine-red tesla to be exact. Natasha, who was straddling you in the driver's seat, started kissing down your neck possessively. She nipped at the skin, making faint hickeys appear. You moaned, knowing this would cause the girl to nearly break. Natasha bit down hard on your shoulder, frustrated.

"Natasha, are you sure this isn't breaking the rules?" The two of you had agreed to make a bet, whoever kissed the other first on the lips had to do whatever the other said. Natasha shook her head and carried on assaulting your neck. You pulled the tesla into a small turn off in the road, parked the car and started rubbing on Natasha's back, slowly scratching your nails underneath the girl's crop top, knowing that's one of Nat's only weaknesses. Natasha smirked and played onto this, flexing her back muscles so your fingers could trace them.

"I'm not kissing you on the lips, so no this is not breaking the rules." The ginger teased. You reclined the seat and pulled Nat down with you. You lifted the assassin's thighs up higher so your faces met. Arousal dripped into Natasha's underwear when you connected their foreheads and moaned softly. "Fuck your killing me, love." Natasha groaned and dizzily ran her palms down your tits.

"Mhm." You hummed sensually. You licked your lips, making them wet. Natasha stared longingly, whilst you just stared into emerald eyes. "Darling, all you have to do is kiss me." your accent made Natasha swoon. You kept her voice low and quiet. Natasha seriously contemplated it. "Come on, love. Give in to me." You ghosted her lips over Natasha's and subtly grinded your hips into her girlfriend, in any attempt to make the girl lose. Under the strong facade, you were so close to losing. Natashas stomach clenched and she got hot and flushed. She moaned and pushed her hands onto your shoulders, grinding back against her love but keeping your foreheads pressed together.

You and Natasha rarely got to be this intimate with each other, but with a break in missions you had been savouring every moment.

"You're so beautiful Natalia." The name dripped off your tongue like honey. Natasha only let you call her that, it was an unspoken agreement that if any of the crew dared to call her that, you would get her knives and possibly carve it into them. Natasha kept grinding against you, her minty breath getting heavy against your face.

You brought one hand up and held the side of Natasha's face, holding it tenderly. You traced your thumb over Nat's lips, pulling the bottom one down and holding it there with your black acrylic. This ended it for the assassin.

"Fuck the game, make me your fucking doll in bed for all I care. I need this." And with that Natasha smashed her lips heavily onto yours- immediately slipping her tongue into the Aphrodite's mouth. You moaned helplessly and caressed the side of Natasha's face. Natasha grit her hips against your  belt buckle and let out a shaky breath.

You took this as an opportunity to speak. "That's one of the hottest things you've ever said to me, gorgeous." Natasha just nodded dumbly and reconnected your lips. Blush lips moved against paler ones in a frenzy. Natasha felt desperate to touch everything on her girlfriend. She sat up, bringing you with her by pulling you up by the back of your neck and messily ground into you to relieve some of the unbearable tension that was dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Blindly, she reached into the glove compartment and reached for one of your knives, so she could tear through your shirt without having to disconnect your lips. Her finger picked something sharp and bled out a little, Natasha smiled masochistically and brought the knife to her lover's chest. You realised what was going on and brought one hand to her wrist- stopping her from doing anything with the knife, and the other hand wrapped around Natasha's neck, pushing her back and choking her. You pressed your fingers against the ginger's pressure point. This cut off Natasha's breathing slightly, stopping her from moaning helplessly.

"What do you think you're doing with my knife, pretty girl?" You snatched the knife out of Natasha's hand and ran it down the ginger's cheek. "How many times have I told you not to touch what isn't yours?" You tutted at your girlfriend who looked like a mess. A spot of blood leaked out of Nat's face as you pressed down a little hard. Natasha flinched underneath your touch but also moaned, enjoying the painful sensation. "You handle pain so well, my good girl."

Natasha smiled at the praise and took your hand, the one with the knife, and ran it down her own chest, tearing her skimpy shirt, making a clear path for the blade to pass down her stomach. You removed her hand from Nat's neck, causing the girl to take in sharp, deep breaths. In a haste, the crop top was ripped off the assassin's torso, leaving her in only an emerald-coloured bra.

Natasha would have felt insecure, but of course you noticed her shading herself away from the intense gaze and started praising and complimenting her. "You're so beautiful, Natalia." Natasha looked away, flustered. "Look at me, pretty girl." You turned your lover's chin and smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. So, fucking much." Natasha leaned forwards and connected your lips in a rush, a metallic taste flowed through the kiss from the blood on Natasha's cheek seeping down into their mouths. She kissed her in a daze for a few seconds, then pulled back only a centimetre. "Let me show you how much, baby." She started to plant kisses on the corner of your mouth, who nodded and moaned.

Natasha lifted herself onto her knees so she could remove the leather belt that was secured tightly around your  waist. She yanked it out of the loops and threw it into the back, then, with shaky hands, fiddled with the buttons of both her own, and your shorts to pull them down. An extremely dark spot in Natasha's matching green panties made you lick your lips and press your fingers down on it. Natasha yelped in surprise, then moaned.

She trapped your hand in between her own and your hips then started grinding down. You moaned and pulled Natasha's hair into a ponytail so you could kiss her without getting a mouthful of hair. You started to move your hand rhythmically against Nat's clit to edge her on. All of the foreplay had wound the girl up, she was already seconds away from cumming.

"Fu-uck. Oh my god- I- can't." Natasha started stuttering out incoherent words against your mouth. "Please, I'm so close." To stop herself from screaming completely, she bit into your bottom lip, drawing blood. You whimpered and pressed harder into Nat.

That did it for Natasha. She threw her head back and let out a scream. You came undone at the sight. A hot and sweaty Natasha, furrowing her brows, mouth wide open, her cheek still dripping with blood. Natasha rode out her high fairly quickly and noticed you came too. That was one of her favourite things about her lover, you got off on just watching Nat.

"You're so perfect." Natasha kissed you twice then leaned her head against a strong shoulder, out of breath.

“We should play this game more often”

[lizhrs]

closer -

eren x mikasa

warnings: nsfw, possessiveness, eren calls himself mikasa’s bro to tease her but they’re not related, can be seen as a toxic relationship

eren's always been possessive, for as long as mikasa could remember.

but ever since his parents left them alone at the house for the summer, he's been exceeding normal expectations of his suffocating behavior. going from protective to this personal bodyguard she doesn't remember ever asking for.

like right now for example, she just wanted to be a normal eighteen year old and have fun for once. fun as in going to the annual pool party reiner braun throws every time his parents are out of town. she's finally been invited after three years of being in the shadows at that high school and of course eren has to come and ruin this.

where the fuck are you

where are you

she ignores him, trying to ignore the burning desire inside of her to immediately respond and send the address.

he's going to be angry when she goes back, probably going to sit on the yard with a cigarette in between his fingers while he stares deadly at the street until her car pulls up, just to intimidate her even more. but she's been following his stupid rules all summer and she's tired, she just wants to do something that isn't pleasing eren or eren pleasing her. an eren free night.

is it that hard to ask for?

apparently it is. she scoffs, hand clenching the bottle of beer in her hand as she watches the jackass himself stalk up to the jacuzzi she's been warming herself in for the past twenty minutes.

the harsh look in his eyes tells her he's not in the mood for any arguments, she's seen that look many times in the past few years and has known never to challenge it. she expects him to yank her out of the tub, in front of everyone and drive back to the house. embarrassing her is his specialty after all.

instead, he wordlessly takes off his shirt and gets in the tub, right next to her. mikasa's cheeks blush furiously as his shoulder touches her, the hot weather making their skin stick together.

she doesn't know why reiner decided bringing out the jacuzzi in the middle of july would be a good idea but she didn't question it, nor did she protest when him and his friends dragged her into it.

she regrets that now, seeing the thinly veiled look of fury on eren's face as he stares down reiner who's on the other side of them both. he's drinking his beer, mindlessly chatting with the girl next to him until he sees eren. "yeager?" his eyes widen, chuckling. "since when do you come to parties?”

mikasa doesn't think before bringing the bottle up to her lips to take a much needed sip but of course, of course eren feels the need to suddenly snatch the bottle from her before even one drop can touch her tongue. he carelessly throws it to the grass, gaze fixating on mikasa who tries everything in her power to ignore it. reiner leans back, eyebrows raised before sighing. "come to collect your pet, i see." he slurs, a bit tipsy.

his pet?

is that what she's known as?

of course, the only thing missing is for eren to piss on her and claim his territory.

he's made it pretty obvious over the past couple of years, ever since mikasa came to live with him and his family that she belonged to him.

"leave, braun." eren finally says, surprisingly with a nonchalant tone.

reiner stares at him for just a few more seconds before putting his hands up in surrender, "just thought she needed a break from your grip. and obviously she did." he gloats, getting out of the tub with the girl he's with. he doesn't spare eren one last look before they're walking off into the house.

she wants to say something, she should but it seems her brain has forgotten the ability to speak. eren runs his fingers through his hair, jaw flexing in annoyance as he leans back. "well, are you having fun?"

her hands clench and unclench in the water, "well not anymore." she finally sneers which was obviously a big mistake but he doesn't seem to mind, only letting out a slight laugh.

"well i'm glad." he nods. "it's nice to see you letting loose." he brings his finger up to her bikini strap, pulling it and letting it slap back against her skin.

she refrains from flinching, "don't be weird."

"why not? don't want people seeing how much big brother eren can please you?"

she scoffs, getting up to leave but he grabs her by the wrist, pulling her back down. but instead of her ass contacting with the tub again, she lands on his thigh. a bit of water getting on her face from the manhandling to which eren gladly wipes the droplets away from. mikasa feels like digging up a hole and throwing herself in it, quickly looking around to see if anyone's stare is on them. "you're not my brother."she seethes, icy glare on him as he grabs her hands, placing them around his neck.

"well, we have been living together for the past ten years. we're practically family, sis."

he's doing it on purpose, always bringing that up to deliberately mess with her. they're not related, never will be so why does she feel so guilty whenever they do things like that? it's not like she can help the way she feels, the way he makes her feel. it's not anything illegal but the shame still courses through her as eren puts his big hands around her waist, angling her body until her pussy is directly on his thigh.

she bites her lip to keep a whimper from coming out as he drags her body down. he was so big, everything about him was which made it easier. easier to hold mikasa down and rut against her clit. it's not like she was protesting anyways, even though doing this in public was the absolute last thing she wants. but no one seems to notice, too busy getting high or drunk. she hopes.

fuck she hopes there's not a viral video of them doing this on the internet tomorrow. she can already see the title. slut teen gets felt up by step bro. or something cringy like that. no matter how stupid it'll still ruin her reputation and mental health for the time being. but eren doesn't seem to care about the gigantic possibility of someone watching them right now.

or maybe he does, maybe the pervert is getting off on it. it seems like he is as little sighs of pleasure escape his lips, he'd always say just seeing her like this would always be enough to get him off.

mikasa bites her lip even harder, not wanting him to see how good this feels even though he can read her like a book.

he doesn't like that, bringing his finger up and pressing it down on her bottom lip. her mouth is forced open, tongue shifting around his finger.

it's only when her cunt gets pressed down even harder against his muscles that mikasa lets out a tiny whine, he forces his thigh against her, grinding against her sensitive bud. "e—eren."

"look at you, hasn't even been five minutes and already coming undone."

and he's right. she's already moving her hips on her own accord now, his hands around her waist just for decoration. rushing the rhythm she's set so this can all be over already, the humiliation is running through her veins but so is the arousal.

“is that why you came here? in that skin tight trash you call a bikini? did you just want me to follow you like a lost dog and put you in your place?” his hand grips the back of her neck, forcing her flushed face into the crook of his own neck.

she finally allows herself to moan, the sound muffled. “f—i’m gonna...i need to...” she can’t bring herself to say it. “not here.” she shakes her head.

she can’t cum in reiner braun’s jacuzzi, the reiner braun. she’ll never live it down. and what if he finds out? he’ll no doubt tell the entire school which will lead to mikasa buying herself a plane ticket and getting the hell out of this town. “i—i’m going—eren i’m going to cum!” she pants into his ear, fingers digging into his shoulders to try and get him to stop.

but it only spurs him on, flexing his thigh underneath her until tears are gathering in her eyes. “then do it.” his whisper is filled with malice as he plants a soft kiss on her earlobe. “you know you want to.”

“no i don’t! j—just let me—oh god!” she cries out, feeling seconds away from release. people have to be watching, they have to be. but she refuses to see for herself, burying her head on his chest as tears stream down her face.

“it’s okay. just cum all over my thigh sweetheart, it’ll feel nice.” he laughs like the bastard he is.

“s—stop! i can’t do this h—here.” she groans, a bit of drool falling down her chin. it feels so good. his thick thighs under her most intimate area, rubbing and grinding against it just makes her want to find a toe curling release. but she can’t. she can’t. “i’m sorry!” her brain finally registers what he wants from him.

an apology. for defying him and coming here. she has to apologize like she was actually in the wrong, like she wasn’t just enjoying life away from the possessive prick in front of her right now. she should feel angry but can’t, physically can’t. all she wants to do is go home and cuddle into her sheets right now and she hates how she wants him in that picture, his hands around her body as they cuddle on the twin bed. she’s pathetic. so she apologies again just to make sure he heard. “i’m sorry eren, please.” she whimpers, eyes still closed. she wouldn’t dare open them right now and probably won’t until she’s back in the car or house.

he laughs again, moving faster than before causing choked little gasps to escape her mouth. her muscles tighten, already anticipating the sheer humiliation the next couple of seconds will bring. but then he stops.

just stops moving all together, tight grip still on her hips but completely still except for the heavy breathing in her ear. then he chuckles, hands coming up to move the strands of hair out of her face. “open your eyes, babe.”

she shakes her head, no she refuses. will not allow herself to see the classmates probably ogling her right now. she’ll never live it down. “t—take me home.” she sighs shakily, tightening her hold around his neck. “please.”

a soft kiss is pressed to the side of her face, as if they couldn’t be obvious enough.

“as you wish.”

[cagenewman]

"I think the kids would like that," Cage responded thoughtfully, watching as Shawn and Colton each gripped one of Rosalyn's hands, lifting her up into the air to swing her gently, delighted laughter peeling through the air. Smiling to himself, he continued speaking as they walked. "Especially right now, with how hectic things are, I don't see anything wrong with taking a few hours once a week and just putting aside phones, not turning on the TV, eating together, maybe playing a board game or going for a walk, hanging out by the fire, like you said," things that would make them focus on the family, rather than the millions of other things that were happening on a daily basis in their lives. Spending time with family had always been incredibly important to Cage; always would be, even when they had other things that needed to be done. And with Shawn in their lives, he knew it was imperative to make sure that their kids -- all three of them -- felt that the parental figures in their lives were doing everything in their power to take care of them. Feeling the corner of his mouth turn up when Cordelia said that it was 'quite dad' of him, he dropped his gaze down to his side, catching her eye. "Hot dad? Or boring, old man dad?" Although Cage wasn't going to deny that he felt like he was in his 'dad' era. Having to parent two teenage boys and raise a little girl had brought a lot of it out in him, made him realize how much he really did love being a father. For better or for worse. "Kellan and I did it with Lou and Clem, too," he admitted with a laugh. shrugging one shoulder. "So I guess I can't be mad if they use her to get their way. Regardless, we'll probably have to pay for them and then put all of the pumpkins on hold, 'cuz there's no way they're coming back on the hay ride with us," he let out a small sigh, watching as the kids immediately started grabbing for pumpkins to look them over. No, there was no doubt in his mind that they were going to end up with too many of them. "Not to break my own rule, but I guess having extra fall decorations for the house and yard might not be a bad thing, right?"

"I've no doubt that if anyone can figure it out it's me." Cordelia meant it more as a joke, it wasn't like she really was going to be worried about too much when out enjoying time with their family. Fingers laced together they made their way through the entrance into the patch, their kids already a good few paces ahead of them. "We did, we've all been so busy with work, school, classes, wedding, all these other things -- not that we haven't been like a family we needed this time just all all together outside of that." she admitted. "We should actually make a weekly something, one night a week we turn off the tvs, the games, and do something. Make a fire out back, roast marshmallows, take them out to the pizza place then to the arcade, something like that." These moments were always fun, and honestly, they would only have Shawn for so long that it'd be good to let him get as much fun in with Colton given she knew next year would be incredibly hard when he had to leave for his parents come the summer. "Look at you and all the rules, that was always my thing. Quite dad of you." she teased, "Well, my prediction if they attempt to blow through it they're going to play dirty. They're going to get Rosalyn to come up with every pumpkin or point out every one and pout until you cave for her and not even see it coming. It's what my brothers would have have tried with me." she chuckled. "So best to see that one coming now, or you won't know how it happened and suddenly we own half the pumpkins in town."

[insomniacaesthetic]

narcissa treating us like we’re helpless is the best thing ever??!

like just imagine she’s punishing us for being bratty and so she has her trying to get ourselves off but obviously because “we’re too little” we can’t do it and she just watches us struggle and it’s just so so hot istg 😫

a/n: Narcissa USING THAT CONDESCENDING TONE WILL BE MY WEAKNESS 🧎‍♀️

Reminder my requests for drabbles/headcanons for (mostly)Narcissa and Sev are open!! Just send them to my asks 😁

Warnings: NSFW 18+, female reader, dom cissa, degradation,

I imagine she would’ve caught you trying to touch yourself without her explicit permission. Right after she told you to be patient as she had some work to finish up and then she would take care of you. Instead you decided to be bratty and take care of it yourself.

So there she found you all spread out on your shared bed, trying to touch yourself the same way she did. But your fingers weren’t as skilled and you couldn’t reach the same spots that she could. She sat watching you in the doorway struggling to finish with a smirk plastered on her red tinted lips.

When you finally looked up and made eye contact with her a series of whimpers left you, which only made her smirk grow. “You having trouble there little one?”

Feeling too needy to speak, you nodded your head eagerly. Hoping she would feel sorry for you and come use her lovely fingers or even her sinful tongue on your aching cunt.

Normally you would’ve immediately stopped your ministrations when caught breaking a rule, but Merlin she looked so good. Her two-toned hair draping over her exposed shoulders and the silk camisole she wore to bed clinging tightly to her curves. Perfectly showing off the tops of her breasts.

“Keep going for me darling. Try your hardest to come for me, yes?”

And try you did, but despite your best efforts it was all in vain. It was like a scratch you couldn’t quite reach. Your frustrated moans finally pulled her from the doorway and she joined you on the bed. She cooed lightly and cupped your cheek. “Do you need help baby?” She used that condescending tone that always made your knees weak.

Your exaggerated nods made her chuckle as she trailed open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones. “Course you do. You’re too little to do it all by yourself.” Her hands slid down the curves of your body. Pushing you down into the mattress as her lips and tongue mapped your body.

When she reached your aching center, her fingers ghosted over your clit. Before you had a chance to lift your hips and grind against her, she pulled away. “However, naughty girls don’t get what they want.”

[dreamiesminx]

Dirty Little Baby

paring: Hard Dom!Jungwoo x Sub!fem!Reader

word count: a little over 1.8k

summary:

Jungwoo isn’t normal the jealous type, He’s fine with his coworkers knowing you but this coworker seems to know things about you that he doesn’t

warning:

complete Filth,pussy smacking, spitting,crying, Hard dom jungwoo like seriously, messy cum play towards the end, creampie, light face slapping, jungwoo calls you baby a lot because your his little baby, daddy kink mentioned, degrading and i think that’s all lmao

author note:

watch this and this for before read, angry jungwoo is so damn hot… also i haven’t written in like 2-3 years so it might have mistakes but enjoy

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Your body lays on the bed, In the prettiest white lingerie set because Jungwoo likes his baby to look pretty and this is the prettiest set. Jungwoo stared down at you, His glare heavy and his lips pushing out slightly with anger. You open your legs, thinking that maybe He was upset at that.

When jungwoo texted you to be ready for him, you didn’t know what to expect. an Angry Jungwoo in his button up from work, wasn't what you expect since he never likes to get his suit dirty and usually showers and changes as soon as he gets home.

“I didn’t know my baby was so dirty.”Jungwoo shakes his head at you and loosens up his tie. You shook your head no immediately.

“You’re not dirty?” You shake your head again, “That’s not what Jaehyun from work told me.” 

Your eyes widen at the name mentioned. It's been 3 years since you last saw Jaehyun from your horrible break up. You didn’t think you’d have to speak of him again.

“oh so you know Jaehyun.” Jungwoo pulls his tie completely off and uncuffs his cufflinks. You nod slowly, looking down at Jungwoo’s crotch. It was so hard and it matched his anger perfectly and you want nothing more than to swallow him.

“My eyes are up here,baby.” Jungwoo smacked your calf, “you know your rules, Eye contact is a must.” You look at him in his eyes with a doe look in your eye.

“Jaehyun saw you on my lock screen,” jungwoo unbuttons the first few buttons on his shirt, “He asked me if you were my girl.”

“He did?” You stutter, shifting slightly in the bed.”What did you say?” You reach for his hand but he pushes your hand away from him.

“I told him Yes because you're my baby, Right?” You nod your head fast and eagerly at his words, “And he told me that I was lucky because you’re so nasty.”

“I was curious so I asked him why he thinks that,” Jungwoo walks over to his dresser, carefully placing his tie into his Tie drawer, with his back turned towards you. you can see how broad his shoulders are, “He told me that you used to call him daddy and that you were always so needy for him, always wanting something from him.” Jungwoo turns around from his drawer and walks back to the foot of the bed, his eyes running over your body, Taking you in completely. You look like his perfect little baby.He thinks you’re the pretty girl and he hates that he has to do what he’s about to do, But he can’t help but to get hard at the thought of your pretty little tears. 

“He said this in front of a few of my other coworkers, I think he wanted to embarrass me.”Jungwoo shakes his head,rubbing his knuckles. Jaehyun definitely learned his lesson about that after work, “don’t worry though, I handled him.” You bite your lip at his word, finding him fighting that hottest thing in the world.

“Did you call him daddy?” Jungwoo’s eyebrow raises up. You shake your head no,causing him to chuckle at you,” Use your words, baby.”

“no, I didn't.” You hate lying to jungwoo but you didn’t want to get in trouble

“Are you lying to me?”Jungwoo’s head moves forward as he talked, Showing his anger. You shook your head no, making jungwoo sigh. “oh so, my baby’s a liar now.”

“I’m not a liar. I didn’t.” You sit up and try to get closer to him but he shakes his head and pushes you back down.

“You know i fucking hate liars, so why are you lying to me?” Jungwoo leans forward and gets a good grip on your hair,pulling you closer to him, “I’m gonna give you one more chance.Did you call him daddy?” 

“No.” Your voice comes out as a whisper and jungwoo let’s go of your hair, making you fall back onto the bed.

Jungwoo looks around the room with his teeth clenched, He raises his hand and smacks your mound, Hand coming down heavy right on your center.You try to close your legs immediately, Letting out a yelp like moan. 

“Stop fucking lying to me, Answer me correctly,” Jungwoo forces your legs open and looks at your pussy that shines wet and red threw your lacy white lingerie bottoms. 

“I didn’t.” You saying this results in another harsh slap to your pussy, you try and close your legs but jungwoo keeps them open.

“Keep playing games with me, and you won’t get anything from me after this. I’ll get to cum and you’ll get nothing. Don’t test me.” Jungwoo slaps your pussy hard and you cry out with tears decorating your pretty little face.

“Okay. Okay!” You take a breath and Jungwoo watches your face. He takes in your teary eyes and your pouty lips,”I did call him daddy.” You cry out, earning yourself another slap on your mound.

“Why do you lie to me, baby?.” Jungwoo slaps your pussy again but the hardest time, you release a whine and close your legs and Jungwoo allows you to do so, “Are you sorry, Baby?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, Jungwoo.” Your voice is shaky and has a needy tone to it, Jungwoo reaches to open your legs again but you push his hand away and yell at him, “I’m sorry sir, I won’t lie again.”

Jungwoo smiles at your words, “That’s my good baby girl.” Jungwoo leans down and kisses the tears on your cheek, You reach up and pull his face to kiss your lips.

Jungwoo laughs and kisses you back deeply, pressing his center to your abused one. You rub your pussy against his hard length, He lets out a groan and moves away from your face, licking his lips. He grabs your waist and rubs your pussy harder against his cock that’s covered with his dress pants. Your body arches closer to him, Your mouth opens as you let out your breathy moans.He knows that he’ll have to get them dry cleaned but your pretty moans make that task worth it.

“Baby wants cock,huh?” Jungwoo steps back from you, causing you to whine and make grabby hands at him. He shoots you a look to tell you to be patient, “I guess I have to give it to you before you try to find someone else to give it to you.”

“I would never give your pussy to anyone else, Sir. I promise.” You shake your head side to side, pulling your ruined panties off.Jungwoo chuckles at your eagerness, He takes his belt and places it on the bead and takes off his pants along with his boxers. His red erection smacking his stomach as he pulls down his boxers.

“You better not.” Jungwoo grabbed your faces and rubbed your bottom lip, “This is my pussy now. Fuck Jaehyun.” His face hardens after saying his name. You peck his lips and cheek to get his mind off of Jaehyun. Jungwoo smiles and gives you a kiss on your nose, pushing you to lay down afterwards.

Jungwoo smacks his cock on your pussy a few times before sliding into you completely, He knows how much you love the burning stretch you feel when he doesn’t prep you. Your back arches and your hands grip the sheets under you tightly, you hum at the stretch, letting Jungwoo know he did the right thing.

“so fucking wet and tight,” Jungwoo pulls out almost completely and then slams right back into you, “And it all for me right?”

“Yes, Sir.”You whine as you open your legs more, trying to give him more space to fuck you. Jungwoo takes the hint and starts slamming his cock in and out of your pussy like he hates you, which he doesn’t but he fucking hates Jaehyun, so nothing is better than taking it out of your poor little pussy.

Jungwoo grunts as your pussy clenches him tightly, smacking your face lightly, “I’ll cum if you do that baby.” You nod in response and clench him tightly one last time before relaxing.

Jungwoo’s places his one of his hands above your head and grips your hip with the other. He starts pounding your pussy with such a speed that your brain can barely register. Your eyes roll back with your mouth open as you let out cries for more of him. Jungwoo leans forward and spits straight into your mouth, You swallow immediately like the good baby Jungwoo knows you are.

Your pussy throbs at Jungwoo’s cock abusing it, Your pussy begins to clench around him again, “You ready to cum for me, baby?”

you nod rapidly as drool falls out of the side of your mouth, making your face a mess, a pretty little messy and it’s all for jungwoo.

“gonna mark this pussy with my cum, gonna know this is my pussy now.”Jungwoo’s words come through his clenched teeth.

“Want my cum in your little pussy?” You nod at his question and Jungwoo reaches down and rubs your clit fast,applying pressure to it as he does it. “Pussy is so little, probably can’t handle it all.” Your pussy gushes at his voice that has become raspier and deeper. Jungwoo feels himself getting closer and closer but he wants you to cream his cock first.

“I can sir, want all of your cum in me.” Your voice is completely broken and dry, right on the edge of cumming “Make my pussy take it all.”

Jungwoo lifts up and spits right on your red and swollen clit, taking his fingers and rubbing your clit fast. your legs shake as your orgasm shatters throughout your whole body, your mouth wide open as you release a silent scream.

“That’s right, cream this cock for me.” Jungwoo rolls his hips as his cock glides in and out of you, your pussy creaming his cock.

Jungwoo’s eyes roll back,his toes slightly clenching as he hits his ending. His first few spurt of cum feeling you put completely, he pulls out and releases the rest right on top of your pussy.

“such a pretty pussy covered in cum,” Jungwoo rubs your cum covered pussy, Rubbing your clit. you close your legs, your pussy is too sensitive but jungwoo holds them open.

“can you give me one more, baby?”Jungwoo dips his fingers into your pussy and fucks his cum in and out of you with his fingers, You weakly nod at him.

your eyes squeeze together tightly, Legs falling open. your legs too weak to keep themselves open. The mixer of the cum and jungwoo’s fingers makes the hottest noises that has Jungwoo wanting to fuck you all over again.

“It's cumming.” You whine, moving your hips closer to jungwoo, Drunk on the feeling of his long finger fucking your dirty cunt.

“cum for me.” All it took was jungwoo saying that for your legs to shake as you experienced another earth shattering orgasm, You push jungwoo’s hand away and your body shakes from it.

Jungwoo leaves the room and returns with a warm rag and gently cleans your sensitive center, “you did so good for me, baby. My pretty little baby.” 

you nod in response as your eyes get heavy and take you into a deep slumber.

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I don’t take request but I will take suggestions..

Please send me asks on your thoughts, i would love feedback.

And too all the snoppyzens, I hope i did jungwoo justice with this fic lol

xoxo

[destourtereaux]

it was always you - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj is your best friend, always has been... but things start to change when he asks you out on a (fake) date.

word count: 1.9k

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requested? yes, by @goldengoddess ; fake dating trope with jj where he confesses!

a/n: hi y'all, this is my entry for the lovely @pogueslandia's writing challenge! i really love this fic so reblog if you do too &lt;3

prompt: "we can't be friends. i cannot just be friends with you."

Ever since that fateful day you’d run into Kiara Carerra at her family restaurant, you’d been a Pogue. It wasn’t up for discussion, it was a fact, plain and simple. You had just arrived in the Outer Banks, all alone aside from your parents, and she’d befriended you, then introduced you to her crowd. You had all hit it off immediately, and in the summer months that followed, you’d grown closer every day.

You loved their carefree energy more than anything. Whenever you were with your friends, you felt like you could conquer the world.

If you had to be completely honest though, you were always closer to JJ than any of the others. It was if the two of you shared a connection that no one else could even begin to understand. Often, you’d catch the blonde’s gaze and know immediately what he was thinking, resulting in a burst of laughter as you both realize. This happened commonly enough that all the other Pogues were used to it; Kiara would just roll her eyes, John B would glance over briefly, and Pope would just completely ignore it.

No matter how close the two of you were, there was one line that was never crossed. The friend zone line. Both of you took the “No Pogue on Pogue macking” rule very seriously, despite how many times JJ flirted with you or joked about how rules were meant to be broken. You couldn’t risk losing the best friendship you’d ever had, so it was worth setting this boundary. That’s why it was such a surprise when JJ came up to you one day and asked you out. Straight up.

Of course, he’s always jokingly doing it; a “you, me, the kegger tonight?” here and there, and a constant slew of pick-up lines, each one worse than the last...but this time there was no telltale smirk on your best friend’s face. He was dead serious.

“Y/N. I need a favour. Will you date me?” JJ casually asks out of the blue, stealing one of your fries at the same time. You slap his hand away to a resounding “Ow!” and squint at him.

“Say what now?”

“I think you heard me, Y/N/N,” he smirks. “But don’t panic, bub, it’d be a fake date. You know we’re just friends,” he continues, ruffling your hair.

If you hadn’t been so shocked by his question, you would’ve messed up his hair right back, but nothing could deter you from getting to the bottom of this right now. “What the hell does that mean? Fake dating? But why?”

JJ shakes his head as if he’s disappointed in your lack of common sense, “Well, you see. There’s a new girl, Claire, I think her name is. She’s got this really hot accent --”

“You’re telling me we’re gonna break the one rule we ever followed because you’re turned on by some touron’s way of speaking,” you stare at him, incredulous, “I always knew you were dumb but this has got to be a new record. JJ, we’re friends. Best friends. Nothing more than that.”

“I know, I know, but just… that’d make it more believable, you know? Everyone knows we have the potential to date so it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. And it’ll just be for a month. That’s only like 30 days. And I’ll take you on dates you’ve never each dreamed of,” he finishes with his signature grin.

“Whatever, just don’t come crying after our little plan doesn’t work, J. As long as it doesn’t involve us running away from the cops at the end, I’m in,” you finally reply.

He pumps the air and tackles you, pushing you down in the sand, but you’re not finished.

“JJ?”

“Yeah?’

“You’re so fucking lucky you have me as a friend.”

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The first thing you two did the day after the deal was tell the Pogues that you’d started dating.

“No WAY!” John B’s eyes had widened, as he clapped JJ on the back. “Didn’t think you’d actually have the guts to tell her; good on you bro.”

JJ had coughed at this, momentarily losing the relaxed smile he always carried. But he had quickly recovered, and slipped an easy arm around your waist. The move felt innately natural, as if his arm was made to be holding you, was meant to be there.

Pope had simply congratulated the both of you, remarking “I knew this was gonna happen.”

On the other hand, Kiara’s reaction was somewhere in the middle, rather teasing. “I knew you two snuck off after that party once! I could never prove it but it’s finally amounted to something!”

She sent you a small wink, and you flushed, remembering the time you’d gotten so drunk you’d lost all inhibition and kissed JJ then dragged him away from the crowd.

“Just couldn’t keep your hands off me huh, Y/L/N?” JJ smirked at you, earning a jab to his stomach.

Weirdly enough, you felt a little burst of joy at each of their comments, but you brushed it off, attributing it to the adrenaline rush you always got from lying. It was bound to be heightened because these people knew you better than anyone...

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It was nearing the end of the month. You and JJ had spent the past 20 something days keeping up this charade. There were fleeting kisses brushed against the cheek, the forehead, the lips, and longing gazes across the fire as its light illuminated both your faces. Often, you two would break off from the group and end up at an isolated place, where you talked til the sun set and night fell.

You were confused as to why this facade kept up outside of the public eye, but you never questioned it. True to his word, JJ’s dates were nothing if not creative, and you’d enjoyed every second of this crazy month. You almost didn’t want it to end. But that was silly.

Little did you know, JJ was harbouring the same thoughts.

This particular afternoon, you were sitting beside your best friend on the couch as he talked to John B about some random thing they’d seen the other day. After a few failed attempts at joining their conversation, you simply gave up. It was so hot, and you were feeling rather drowsy that day, so it was no surprise when you found yourself drifting off.

JJ only realized after your head landed softly on his shoulder. He glanced over quickly, and saw you there, eyes closed, clearly asleep. You were breathing lightly, and your hair was all askew, covering half of your face. He smiled softly, almost in spite of himself.

“What?” John B prompted.

JJ didn’t answer, only gestured at you with his one free hand. “Asleep,” he mouthed silently, “can you get a blanket?”

“Black what??” John B repeats, never having been one to read lips.

JJ rolls his eyes, and mimes putting a sheet over your body.

“Oh! Blanket,” the boy concludes, finally realizing.

JJ nods fervently, and his eyes widen as you shift your head in your sleep. He doesn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful lying on his shoulder, and if he was being honest, he quite liked the feel of your body’s warmth seeping into his. All of a sudden, he felt an urge to protect you, to take care of you and make sure you were happy. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and never let go. He wished he could live in this moment forever, taking in the smell of your shampoo and the softness of your hair on his shoulder.

An hour later, JJ’s shoulder was beyond sore, it had become completely numb. The blond had refused to make a single move during that time in fear that you’d be startled awake, and so he’d sat there in silence, alternating between getting lost in his thoughts and studying you.

Luckily, when you finally woke up, he was not watching you creepily. Instead, you saw him staring straight ahead, at a picture of the two of you framed on the wall. You were grinning at the camera as he kissed your cheek, the two of you practically radiating joy. Seeing that moment again, JJ made a decision, and when he turned back around to check on you, he found you staring at him in curiosity.

Startled, he broke eye contact. “Oh good, you’re awake,” he murmurs, as if still scared to speak too loudly.

“Yeah I am! Sorry I dozed off on you -- oh god. Tell me I didn’t make you sit here this whole time,” you reply, mortified. “JJ, you didn’t need to, that must’ve been so boring, not to mention uncomfortable…”

“No, you’re fine, love. Don’t worry, I didn’t mind,” the boy reassures you, still using that soft tone of voice.

You shake your head, a little bit confused. “What’s wrong?” you prompt. After all, you were his best friend, and you saw right through him. Something was bothering JJ.

The boy coughs, then opens his mouth and closes it again. But in the end, his bravery won out. “Y/N… we can’t be friends anymore. I cannot just be your friend.”

The words might as well have been a bomb for how well they landed. Involuntarily, your eyes welled up with tears, and a strangled sound came from your throat. What did he mean?

“Oh, no, no. It’s not what you’re thinking, princess,” the blond quickly reassures you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Even in his own state of anxiety, he can’t stand seeing you sad.

“I can’t be the one you always talk about other boys to… the best friend you use as your wingman. I can’t stand by just waiting for someone else to take you away from me, and steal you away to who knows where. I want to be the person who makes you blush and laugh, the one you rant about at one of those girly sleepovers...”

You sit in shock, reeling from your best friend’s sudden confession. “But…what about Claire? That’s what this was all about, JJ!”

“You still don’t get it, do you, Y/N? There was no Claire. There was never a Claire. I just… it was always you,” he chuckles sadly, before opening his mouth to begin no doubt another self-pitying sentence, but he’s cut off by you pressing your lips to his in a bout of bravado.

“Shut up,” you smile against his lips, eyes shining, “you’re such a cheesy idiot, J.”

Your best friend's eyes widen before he begins to kiss you back, with a ferocity that makes you lose all sense of self, pushing you down onto the couch and propping himself up above you. It was as if the universe had been waiting for this very moment, like the final puzzle piece snapping into place.

“Yeah, but you love me.” And he was absolutely right.

The two of you are far too invested in each other to notice the footsteps approaching the room until it’s far too late.

“Ew! What the hell, you two -- I didn’t need to see this today," comes a disgusted voice.

“Get the fuck out Kiara,” JJ snarls, and throws a pillow at your friend as you burst into giggles.

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[hotwings0203]

Idk what this is but the thought of you being scared of Bakugos quirk is so hot to me

Tw:noncon, predatory behavior

“I swear he’s getting to be more and more like a villain every time I see him,” you giggle with Mina as you two walk out of the class. Bakugo had yet again exploded at one of your shared teachers for correcting him in his pronunciation of a word, and as usual it was quite a scene to behold. Chairs were almost thrown, his friends had to hold him back from leaping up while others egged him on, itching for amusement in their mind-numbingly dull class.

“Maybe Shigaraki was right,” your pink-haired friend snorts and you both collapse in wheezes, clawing and slapping at each other’s shoulders as the ludicrous image of Shigaraki being unable to reign in Bakugo comes to mind.

“Hey ladies, what’re you two laughing about?” A lilting and charming voice comes right at your ear, and you turn to see Denki, Kirishima and…Bakugo walking next to you.

Just because of his proximity and how you were literally just talking about him two seconds ago, you jump away from Bakugo’s glowering face and not so subtly hide behind Mina in a half playful jest.

“Huh? Whatcha ya jumpin’ around for?” Kirishima laughs and you exchange an embarrassed look with Mina.

“Oh nothing, we were just talking about how Bakugo’s quirk is totally villainous. We’re lucky he’s on our side,” Mina singsongs, but you slap her arm in alarm.

And well placed alarm at that, because Bakugo’s scowl deepens as he turns his head to you in a death-glare. You swallow hard seeing his expression and try to nervously laugh.

“But, uh, we were just joking. Right Mina?” You give her a pointed look and she deflects it happily.

“Nope! At least you weren’t, you’re half scared to death of him, isn’t that right Y/N?”

Denki interrupts before you can sputter in horror.

“Honestly, who isn’t scared of this dude?” He claps the other blond on his back and yelps when Bakugo’s hands start curling with smoke.

“Watch it dumbass.” He cranes his head to meet your eyes, but when he finds that you’re still avoiding eye contact with him he starts moving around his friends to better talk to you.

“My quirk isn’t that scary you idiot. It’s not like I care enough about any of you to blow you up-“

But with the smoke still curling form his hands and with the permanently intimidating scowl on his face reading closer and close to your, you can’t help but squeal and scrabble around him to sink your nails into Kirishima’s shoulders for protection.

“Okay, I get it! You don’t have to come any closer, I can see fine from here.” Your voice comes out too high and strained to be deemed as joking, but nonetheless everyone laughs at your dramatic show.

Everyone but Katsuki. Because he can see you’re actually scared, he’s seen it a hundred times on civilians who try to pretend they’re fine but still have that panicked glint in their eye.

“Jesus Y/N, with a reaction like that maybe he really is a villain. Bakubro, want us to send you back to Shigaraki’s place? Maybe you should reconsider his offer.”

And finally at Denki’s quip everyone including you this time laughs again in playful agreement, but yet again Bakugo’s blood starts simmering further.

Why the fuck were you being so obnoxious? He didn’t do anything to you before, right? So why the hell were you embarrassing him in front of all his friends and making him out to be this bloodthirsty monster?

Well, whatever. If a monster is what you want, then a monster is what you’ll get.

And so he waits for you after school, trailing behind you a couple hundred feet yet still keeping you in sight. He curses when you giggle with your friends, no doubt in his mind that you’re still throwing dirt on his name and he swears under his breath when you talk to Deku and his dweeb friends.

Of course when you hang around ditzy dorks like Deku he’s gonna look like a psycho in comparison.

But at one point you’re by the vending machine alone in a deserted hallway, fumbling with your coins and trying to quickly get a soda before your friends up ahead leave.

Too bad for you, because when he’s done with you they’ll never want to be seen with you again for their own safety.

You’re shoving money in the slot when he silently walks up a couple feet behind you.

“No friends around to gossip about me?”

You shriek and jump a good foot in the air at the sudden voice behind you. Clutching your heaving chest, you whirl around to see who it is.

Your blood runs cold. It’s Katsuki Bakugo, the absolute last person you want to be alone with in a deserted hallway.

Your feet move a step back.

Wrong move.

His nostrils flare and his eyes widen at your insulting retreat. You know he doesn’t take kindly to it, but with an expression like that how could you not?

“Uh, w-what do you mean?” You chuckle nervously.

He doesn’t laugh. In fact, he does something worse.

He matches your steps and moves forward a little bit.

At this you fully take a stride backwards and clash with the vending machine behind you.

He keeps advancing, slowly getting closer and checking you out, his head tilted as his eyes roam up and down your vulnerable body.

“Don’t move back. Why the fuck did you move away from me? That’s rude, we were just having a normal conversation.”

You surprise yourself by sounding level-headed in retaliation. “‘Kinda hard not to be a little uncomfortable when your conversation sounds so accusing.”

He lunges forward and you actually scream this time, throwing your hands up above your head in instinct to protect yourself from his proximity.

Bakugo doesn’t touch you but you can still feel his breath puffing on your head, can still feel the heat from his hands on either side of your body.

“You got a smart mouth don’t you? Is that why you embarrassed me earlier in front of everyone?”

“Embarrassed you-?” You squeak but immediately cut off when he thrusts his face right in front of yours, a manic look on his face as all his facial features stretch into a irate leer.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that tongue of yours. Put it to better use than to talk shit about me, right?”

Vermilion irises move from your face down your body, lingering on your chest and at the apex in between your legs.

Bile rises to your throat as he licks his lips and lets his lips ghost over yours, oh so close yet not touching.

And in the second before he descends, you shove him off with nothing but pure adrenaline feeling your fear and race past him, blindly running down the halls as fast as you can.

Surprisingly, you don’t hear anyone behind you. That doesn’t mean you don’t stop running though.

The real reason you don’t hear anyone behind you is because Katsuki Bakugo has an eerie smile on his face at your bolt. He languidly stretches his arms above his head and relishes in the popping of his joints, and in succession the popping of sparks in his hand. He kicks one leg out, then the other just to ensure you get a fair head start.

You’ve just made this so much more interesting.

He sets off at a light jog, and even in his carefree pace his strides are enough to eventually catch up with you, instinct like an animal’s guiding him through the winding halls and ending up catching a glimpse of your feet as you turn into another lane.

You’re panting, sweat pouring down your eyes as panic makes it hard to breathe or think rationally. The adrenaline that was pushing you is now dying down but at the worst time.

You take a quick glance back and your rapidly beating heart falters as you see him with a grin on his face as he practically jogs leisurely behind you. You’ve seen this same face on him when he’s in the battlefield, blasting through enemy hearts and blowing up heads as if they were fireworks.

He’s bloodthirsty. He wants you.

“Running away again? That’s not very heroic of you babe,” he calls out, and it’s terrifyingly infuriating how he’s not out of breath.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” you half scream and sob, trying to run faster but failing miserably.

You see a bathroom sign out of the corner of your eye and frantically stumble towards it.

Katsuki knows you know he’s even you take a turn and he laughs to himself at how boringly easy this is.

Maybe he was scary.

He shakes it off and continues his hunt after you, coming forth until he faces the bathroom door in which you were cowering behind.

There’s a small window, and no other door. Just a couple of stalls, a terrified girl, and a psycho with the taste of revenge practically palpable on his lustful tongue.

He knock with faux politeness. “You wanna come out and do this the easy way or you want me to barge in and take you myself?”

You sob and wheeze in response, desperately pushing against the flimsy door in a pathetic attempt to keep him out. Bakugo merely crosses his arms and leans against the door, staring intently at it with a smile still on his face.

Judging by the weight pushing more at the bottom of the door, he can tell you’re probably sitting down in an effort to catch your breath.

You both know he can come in at any time he so well pleases, but he decides he’ll play by your rules for a bit longer, indulge you a little before your inevitable downfall.

He hums loudly and slides down to join your parallel position on the floor.

“I’m tryina be nice here, y’know. You acted so scared of me when I never even bothered you before. Aren’t I being nice right now by letting you choose for yourself?”

He sounds so conversational, as if he were talking to one of his buddies. You stay silent but your silence speaks volumes.

It serves as nothing but a means to piss him off further.

The two of you sit in silence for seemingly hours, even though it’s only around 20 minutes. Every second you feel like he’s going to break down the door any second and blast your face off, but miraculously he doesn’t.

You don’t know what you’d rather prefer: for him to prolong your strained agony by letting you be so close yet so far from him, or to end your suffering and get it done with.

But you needn’t sit in silence stewing in your own fear any further, for at the exact moment you begin to doze off with the dying of the light the weight on the other side of the door lifts and you startle awake at the scuffling on the other side.

You blink a couple of times and blanch when you see through the window the purple light indicating that you really have been here longer than you thought.

Bakugo cracks his knuckles and rolls his head, popping a few more kinks in his neck before breathing out and bracing for impact.

“Ready or not little bitch, here I come.”

“Bakugo, wait-!”

But your plea doesn’t last for more than two words. The door bangs open with such a sound that you actually think he’s blasted it straight off his hinges. You gasp and shield yourself, jumping backwards and covering your face.

“‘Thought I made it clear by now that you can’t run. So why’d you try to leave? Huh? Think you’re smarter than me? You think you’re stronger than me?”

He’s stalking forward again, and you’re left tripping back over your feet and whimpering at his salacious intent as he backs you up and corners you into a stall.

He already knows the answers to his rhetorical questions but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear that scornful conviction in your voice about how big and bad he was that you used earlier.

With you tripping backwards into the cramped stall, his approach quickens in hunger at feeling you, feeling the fear radiating off your body.

Bakugo presses up against you against the wall and takes up the space around you, invading your personal bubble. He’s everywhere, growling in your ear, hands gripping your waist so tight you’re sure bruises sprout from his touch, his erect penis grinding on the inside of your thigh.

Your trepidation and terror rises to an insurmountable height as he smothers you.

When he suddenly grips your chin and forces your head to face him you gasp. His touch is even more callous than you thought.

“You lookin’ here bitch? Good.”

His palm is raised towards you and before you can even widen your eyes in realization his appendage starts sparking madly. You shriek and try to throw him loose as little bits of embers fly out and made your face, his voice rough as always yet dangerously low and soft.

“S’not so scary after all is it? You’re reacting better to it than I thought.” Bakugo Blanca you mocks your writhing figure as you desperately try to evade the mini explosions.

“Okay, I get it, please stop I don’t like it!” You shrilly cry out but his hand moves from your jaw down to your neck, and squeezes the last remnants of opposition out of you.

“Yeah? Good, I’m glad you get it. But honestly, I don’t care if you don’t like it.

Because I like it. I fucking love this quirk, ‘specially when you cower so prettily under it like you did earlier.”

You choke and try to scrabble at his hands but it’s like a butterfly’s touch to him, barely producing any fruition.

“I kept wondering to myself: why do I care if she’s scared of it? And then I realized,” he leans in and lets his lips brush over your ear, lets his hand lessen ever so slightly so that your main focus is his words.

“You just looked good enough to eat when you know you’re beneath me. When you know how dangerous I am.”

He pulls back and assesses the look on your face. “Makes you look good enough to eat.”

And without further ado he lowers his hand and starts rubbing his alit palm on your clothed pussy, his erection getting harder as your screams wilt into whines.

Your legs flail uselessly as he burns a hole through your pants and his fingers hook aside the band of your panties.

Bakugo thrusts his hips forwards and grinds his straining cock on your moist lips, taking in your blubbers and teary eyes.

You can’t even speak, you can only cry out like a child as he thrusts harder and harder, so hard that your back hits the wall painful and the stall walls rattle behind you.

“You-pant-fucking scared-pant-now slut?” He rasps, his head bobbing on rhythm with yours as he practically lifts you off your toes to match his pace.

Your clit is caught between the fabric and rolled cruelly pleasurable as his tip leaks precum, staining your own panties in the process.

With your attention rapt on his now-uncovered dick sliding in and out of your folds, he takes this opportunity to take his other hand off your neck and blast the wall next to your face.

The second you open your mouth in shock as bits of tile rain down on your face he slams his steaming palm over your lips, burning the soft flesh as you weep openly.

He sets off two more near your sides and another above your head, his own face aligned right in front of yours so you can see the mean smile on his face all the while he sets your heart racing at an alarming speed.

When the smoke clears and you can start feeling glass and tile imprint on your once-smooth face, he positions his dick up so that it prods at your hole and yanks your hair back.

His eyes practically glow with the mini fires preserved in the walls with his blasts, the impact of the air rushing around him makes his hair even spikier, his body is taunt and even more imposing than before.

His teeth gleam with the orange and red light next to you. His chest doesn’t heave, because he’s at ease with your terror.

“You think you know fear?”

With one swift movement he shoves up into you, but this time he doesn’t cover your mouth.

“You haven’t met me truly yet.”