#can’t wait to show u all the finished piece

[daeyumi]

Preview of my piece for @hyrulefashion zine!!

Preorders are open now through September 19th!

[ham1lton]

DO YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME ?

summary: assistant yn takes to instagram to answer some questions from her followers!

pairings: mentions of lando/reader, lewis/reader, max/reader, charles/reader, jude/reader and oscar/reader.

author’s note: thank you to everyone who sent in questions! i can’t thank you all individually, but genuinely i want to say i appreciated your asks!!! this series has only gone on as long as it has due to everyone’s interest and contributions ! <3

— part of the dream girl universe!

START INSTAGRAM LIVE. (5K WATCHING)

(the camera turns to show yn, smiling as she balances the phone against the bathroom mirror as she attempts to finish doing her hair as she faces the camera. she hums along with the song in background which is anticipating by britney spears.)

YN: hello my darlings!! i promised i’d do a ig live once i reached five million followers and here i am!

user1: HI QUEEN

user3: are you at lewis’ house?

YN: no, i’m actually at my own apartment. i do have my own apartment. i don’t live with lewis? you do know that right? it’s important to me that you know this.

user4: coulda fooled us.

user2: this song is a BOP!

user5: thought u were couch surfing.

YN: anyways, i’m gonna answer some questions.

user6: if you had to describe your aesthetic in 3 words, how would you describe it?

YN: hmmmm…. i’d like to say fun, loud and sexy. i like bright colours. my dream comparison is to the hot older sisters from those 2000s movies. y’know? love graphic tees but also form fitting dresses. best part of having a athlete as a boss is that i always get to use his home gym to work out! and i get tips from his nutritionist and personal trainer all the time.

user7: is that the best part of your job?

YN: um… obviously roscoe is the best part of my job. we’re besties. lewis hates it. you know those trends were the family stand next to each other and wait for the kid to choose who’s arms to run into? we did that with roscoe and he chose me. i don’t think lewis has gotten over the betrayal.

user8: it only happened once though right?

user9: maybe it was a fluke?

YN: he said that so we did it five times… and he chose me every time. i really can’t help it that everyone loves me!

user8: yn, what is your type in a guy?

YN: it’s so specific but it’s also not specific at all? like i’ll need to feel out vibes and chemistry before i can say yes or no? but generally i like guys who make me laugh, i feel comfortable around and who smell good. also a cute smile is a big bonus.

user2: i need your thoughts on the new f1 movie and the season so far!!

YN: lewis winning his home race was just pure perfection. he’s the GOAT. i don’t care what you twitter warriors have to say. also charles winning his home race was very emotional for me. that’s all i’ll say. lando’s race win was so much fun cause we were in the club for hours afterwards. the film is a bit much but i keep seeing damson idris everytime i walk onto the paddock and that’s a treat. he’s so fine.

user6: hey yn where and how do i bag a man like charles?? i need a play by play …. i want princess treatment too😩😩

YN: babe i’ve been asking the same thing but lewis forbade me from taking roscoe out on walks to entice rich monegasque men. it’s very upsetting to me. i’ll text charles about your proposal, maybe he’ll accept?!

landonorris: HI YN 👋🏼

YN: hi lando! we still on for tonight?

landonorris: always 😁

user10: what’s happening tonight??

landoynnie: MY TIME TO SHINE 😁😁😁

landonorris: i love britney spears too!

user9: landonorris name five britney songs GO!

landonorris: slave 4 u, toxic, hit me baby one more time, anticipating (cause yn always plays it in the car) and deep in my heart.

YN: i do love anticipating. this is my pump up and get ready song!

landoynnie: WAIT…. U AND LANDO SHARE THE SAME CAR?????? U GUYS R MARRIED REALLY

user10: landoynnie ur delusional

YN: my normal apartment is close to lando’s, so he gives me a lift sometimes. no biggie.

lewishamilton: next time i’ll order you an uber yn.

landonorris: it’s better this way lewishamilton, good for the environment 😁

lewishamilton: 🙄

user11: yn, what does your daily routine look like?

YN: wake up, get breakfast. i usually make my way over to lewis’ if i’m not already there. i feed roscoe, take him out for his business if you get my drift. play with him, triple check lewis’ schedule and then lewis will meet me at around seven. he eats, then he goes for a run or a workout. i don’t join him so i sort through emails and boring paperwork. a lot of my job is basically just emails and paperwork. then i go with lewis to whatever events he has that day, do a bunch of behind the scenes work and then i come back. i eat dinner with him most days, and then i go home and sleep!

user12: sounds boring.

user13: sound sexy omg. i would DIE to be around lewis all day.

YN (laughing): it is boring! it’s a job.

user13: what are your fav tasks to do for lewis?

YN: i get to drive his cars sometimes. he has a bad habit of forgetting things so i’m the one who jumps in the car and goes back and gets it. i love doing that. the drives are so smooth and i get to blast my playlist but i always blast my playlists.

user14: do u listen to xnda’s feature?

user15: i listen to ur playlists all the time btw!

YN: pookies, i listen to xnda’s songs all the time. i get access to his unreleased stuff. i’m there when he records it sometimes.

user14: IM SO JEALOUS

user16: THAT SHOULD BE ME 😒😒😔

user17: pookie they are saying youre fucking that bald guy for diamonds, bags and trips is it true??? please say it isn’t 😭😭

YN: WHAT BALD GUY?

user18: THE WAY U DIDNT EVEN DENY IT???

YN: i have never slept with anyone for diamonds or bags or trips. i work! i have a good salary and a great boss. you can check my bank account honestly.

user19: is ur type bald men?

YN: god no! shout out to the baldies though.

user20: LMFAOOOOOO

user4: yn, i heard you were interviewed quite a few times for this season of drive to survive. can you give us a little spoiler? what was it about?

YN: omg who’s leaking this info…. but yes! i was! a lot of it was just about lewis obviously but who doesn’t love hearing new info about thee sir lewis hamilton? i don’t think i can tell you anything more than that. i’m scared i’ll get sued or that netflix have a sniper trained on me and will shoot me before i finish the sentence.

user4: thank you for what you did tell us!

user21: what is the most unexpected song u and lewis have sang at karaoke

YN: well, lewis is a better singer than me. so i like to do the rap parts but he’s also a better rapper than me. so i do like the adlibs. but we did umbrella the other day! that was fun. i usually do karaoke with lando because we both get so drunk it’s fun. also he can’t sing at all. so it makes me feel better.

user22: what do you and lando sing?

YN: we did high school musical the other day! i was troy.

user23: HELSOSO

user24: lando: oh is this necklace ‘Y’ for yn? 😃

user16: if lando is gabrielle… who’s sharpay and stealing yn from lando….

user19: obvi oscar.

user25: i miss landoyn’s drunk ig stories.

user21: speaking of music, yn how did you feel when jessica left snsd 😔

YN: i remember exactly where i was. same thing when zayn left one direction. they both affected me personally. worst day ever. she was my bias too…. my comfort bad bitch….

user12: ZAYN LEAVING 1D OH GOD

user13: i remember that…. my school was in shambles!!!

user7: SHOUT OUT JESSICA GIRLIES … we all suffered together 😔

oscarpiastri: hi yn. what’s this.

YN: hello oscar piastri. this is my instagram live. do you have a question for me?

oscarpiastri: yes. what are you doing later?

user21: OOOP

user12: oscaryn comes up to clinch the title of couple goals.

lewisynnie: say ur busy yn <3

landoynnie: why is he asking out his teammate’s gf??

charlesynnie: landoynnie maybe because they’re not dating and you’re delusional?

landoynnie: charlesynnie says the CHARLESYN STAN ACCOUNT !!!

judeynnie: the way all of you are delusional. did you see yn like the jude tiktok edit? that’s her man.

lewisynnie: judeynnie A FLUKE! a mistake. maybe she just liked the beat. it means nothing.

maxynnie: well. this is a lot. hmm.

oscarynnie: SAY YES YN!!!! OSCARYN ENDGAME PLEASE GOD!!!!

YN: i am free this evening. what do you have planned?

oscarpiastri: i’ll text you, see you later yn!

oscarynnie: WE WON WE WONW EON WE WON

lewisynnie: oscarynnie who cares.

landoynnie: literally like… 😹

user21: YOU’RE ALL DELUSIONAL HOW ABOUT THAT !

END INSTAGRAM LIVE. (123K WATCHING)

— dream girl series taglist: @flowergirl1134 @laur20a23 @greantii @rafebun @sumlovesjude @papayadays

— all works taglist: @luvsforme @yelenasloverrrrr @donttouchthegnote @chelle1306 @bloodyymaryy @aliciaablueprint @lennnooshh @km-23mr @stinkyjax @f1kenzzz @ctrlyomomma @theblueblub @lavisenri @marshmummy @23victoria @ourlifeforchaos @namgification @tallrock35 @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @ariellovelynn @shhhchriss @lifeless-firefly @xylinasdiary @evie-119 @itseightbeats @tsireyasgf @landososcar @yongi-lee @maxlarens @velentine @m1892 @blushmimi

[thisismeracing]

Brand new style | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader ― Warnings: mentions of food; typos. ― Summary: The one where Charles' has been dressing better and better each week. Fans can't help but tie that drastic change to a girlfriend, especially when he shows up wearing clothes from a small but very stylish brand, what they don't expect is that the girlfriend in question is the owner of the brand.

▸ my masterlist | my taglist | patreon guide ▸ support my writing by reblogging, leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece), or buying me a coffee

yourusername

liked by yourbestie, istagramuser1, and others

yourusername finishing the last few touches for this season's collection ⭐️✨

view all comments

sunshinewest can’t wait to get it!! 😍

user2 I am so readyyy

switfiedirectioner I wanna be her when I grow up

⤷ 1distraction but u already grown, bestie 😭 lmao

⤷ swiftiedirectioner shut up let me dream 🤚

charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, sebastianvettel, and others

charles_leclerc race week's about to start 😎

view all comments

charleslerain things that aren’t my business but I wish were: how charles takes his coffee

sainzinho the lil pink mug 🥹🤏

fastandf1s where’s that lil sweater from????

⤷ bonohammertime Its from @ yourusername s brand?

⤷ userforty it def is! Most likely from last collection if I recall perfecly, I have a similar one

trackfour Im gonna prepare myself mentally to watch ferrari shit show 😭

iguser_ the pullover collors omggg and the fabric looks so soft

yourusername

liked by gigihadid, charles_leclerc, and others

yourusername I would bet on red for this season 😜❤️

view all comments

yourbestie 😍😍 I would bet on YOU this season

user01 omg yesss! I love red!

randomuser this looks fantastic, can’t wait to see the other options

charles_leclerc

liked by arthur_leclerc, lewishamilton, and others

charles leclerc 😉😉

view all comments

tifosinha I refuse to believe this was Ferrari's doing, he's been on this team for years now and they NEVER got him this stylish. there's a woman's hand on this, istg

ferrarista01 the veins 🫣🤤

leclowncircus y’all worried about charles’ style and rumored relationship meanwhile I’m just no thoughts head empty appreciating those yummy pics he’s been posting

charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, carlossainz55, and others

charles_leclerc Solid climbing session today.

view all comments

notyourbus HE’S SOFT LAUNCHING

sainzfan who’s that person wearing black?

⤷ lemonegasque million dollars question

lewforty LOL he’s so bad at other sports

arthur_leclerc as a climber you’re a great driver 👍

schumiwoff I love the fact that apprently him and the girl -both- fell hahah partnes in being horrible at Snow Sports

yourusername

liked by iguser_, yourbestie, and others

yourusername nobody needs to know I fell a hundred times while climbing

view all comments

user47 it’s fine bestie, I’m terrible at anything snow related as well lol

user90 where’s that sunglass from?

⤷ yourusername its from yyy.com :)

popyn she’s soft launching, I lost her 😭

yourusername

liked by yourbestie, francisca.cgomes, and others

yourusername had an amazing dinner tonight 🥰

view all comments

randomuser33 that “private but not a secret” type of relationship I WANT IT

user9 she’s so pretty 😍😍

charles_leclerc

liked by lewishamilton, landonorris, and others

charles_leclerc ma cherrie ❤️ I wouldnt have the patient to soft launch anyways

view all comments

scuderiaferrari thank goodness he's not that clumsy with car info 😅😂

yourusername you're lucky I love you 💞

pierregasly it was about time!!!!

fan44 I KNEW IT

formulaonewag welcome to the club, Yn! 🥳

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this piece! This is part of that convo about posting my drafts hihi so yeah, here goes another one :D let me know your thoughts!

If you liked this piece and want early access to new ones and exclusive access to others, subscribe to my patreon!💘

▸ check my main masterlist | patreon guide and my taglist.

taglist: @sachaa-ff @mickslover @mishaandthebrits @fdl305 @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @saintslewis @carojasmin2204 @chaoticevilbakugo @wondergirl101ks @smiithys @shhhchriss @f1kota @lunnnix @karmabyfernando @crashingwavesofeuphoria @schumacheer @callsign-scully @dearxcherry @elliegrey2803 @peachiicherries @he6rtshaker @therealcap @mehrmonga @the-depressed-fellow @cixrosie @darleneslane @buckybarnessweetheart @nichmeddar @fastcarsandshit @balekanemohafe @jamie2305 @nzygftoji @leclercsluv @graciewrote @alessioayla @littlesatanicassholebitch @barcelonaloverf1life @noncannonships @fanboyluvr @is-just-a @love4lando @woozarts @namgification @formulaal @v1naco @skepvids @khaylin27 @bernelflo @fakehappy27

©thisismeracing ― do not copy, steal, or translate my work; do not repost on a different media platform.

[hoshifighting]

Hi. I love your writings. After I discovered Tumblr and your account... I don't know if I've had any day without coming back here... I had a request.

Bathroom sex with Minghao. It has been going on in my mind all day... Either bathtub or shower.

Even though he's not so masculine like others... I feel like he has an incredible core strength. So maybe putting the reader against the wall? Also if you're comfortable, could you add the reader as someone who's overweight and gets insecure from time to time.

It's like Minghao is comforting them through showing how beautiful they are through intimacy? Feels like something he would do.

Love your writing. Take care

bath sex with minghao

WARNINGS: bath sex, insecurities, praising, nipple sucking, penetrative sex, a tear dropping here or there...

a/n: thank you my love for making me part of your routine 😭🙏 I luv seeing you here, you are soooo sweet!! sorry for making u wait for so long 🥺 love you too, take care of yourself, and drink lots of water plsss

you’d been spiraling about it all damn day. the way minghao’s hands just felt—long fingers brushing your skin in passing, his touch so casual but also so intentional. it stuck to you like a tattoo, made your brain fuzzy. you didn’t even realize it, but the itch of your insecurities had been gnawing at you. maybe it was that girl in line earlier with the perfect ass and the confidence to match, or maybe it was just the mirror, the way it always reflected every single thing you couldn’t fix.

but minghao sees you, actually sees you, and it ruins you every time.

“you’ve been quiet all day,” he says from the bathroom doorway, his head tilted like he’s already piecing you apart, trying to read the shit you don’t say. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

you don’t answer right away—can’t, really—because he’s standing there in just his sweatpants, waistband hanging low, hair still damp from his post-workout shower. fucking unreal. and you hate it, the way you almost flinch at the word “pretty,” because yeah, he means it, but your brain won’t let you believe it.

“nothing,” you lie, but your voice cracks. his eyes narrow.

“bullshit.”

you huff, looking anywhere but him. “it’s not a big deal. just—ugh, i don’t know, okay? can we not do this tonight?”

but of course, minghao doesn’t take that. doesn’t let you slip into your head and drown in it. instead, he steps in, closing the door softly behind him, like he’s locking the world out. “you know you can’t bullshit me, baby. talk to me.”

and then he’s right in front of you, hands sliding over your arms, thumbs skimming your skin like he’s earthing you.

you mumble, “i just—i don’t feel good today, okay? like… about myself.”

his brows pull together, and you hate that he looks hurt on your behalf. “y/n,” he says, his voice softer now, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“you wouldn’t get it,” you mutter, but the words catch when he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“try me.”

and fuck, he’s patient, doesn’t rush you, just waits while his thumbs start rubbing little circles on your hips. finally, you crack. “i just… sometimes it’s hard, okay? i see all these girls who look perfect, and then there’s me. i don’t even know why you—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, firmly. “don’t finsh it, don’t do that. don’t talk about yourself like that. do you know how fucking beautiful you are? like, actually?”

you laugh, but it’s bitter, because it’s not something you believe. “hao—”

he doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you, like he’s trying to rewrite whatever nonsense’s looping in your head. his lips move with yours, one hand sliding up your back, the other curling around your waist, and it’s so easy to melt into him, to forget everything else.

“i’m serious,” he murmurs against your mouth. “you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. i love every. fucking. inch. of you.”

you want to argue, but then his hands are tugging at your shirt, and the air shifts. he pulls back just enough to look at you. “can i?”

your nod is shaky, he peels your shirt off like it’s a ritual, and when he sees the hesitance in your eyes, he leans in to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, every patch of skin he uncovers.

he’s backing you up against the shower wall, his breath hot against your neck as he trails kisses down your jaw.

“hao,” you whisper, barely able to get the word out before he’s hooking your legs around his waist, his strength catching you like it’s nothing. “wait, i’m—”

“you’re fucking stunning,” he says, cutting you off, his lips crashing into yours again. “and i’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

the sound of the water hitting the tile was loud, drowning out every thought in your head except him. minghao was everywhere—hands firm on your thighs, lips pressed to your chest, tongue teasing your nipples until you were squirming. the spray soaked through what little clothing you both had left, making the fabric cling before he shoved his pants and boxers down with one hand, the wet heap hitting the floor with an exaggerated plop.

“didn’t know your pants were that heavy,” you giggled. he smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“focus,” he murmured. his hips pressed forward, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your pussy—hard and ready, like it always was when it came to you. it was one of those things that made you feel… better, somehow. like maybe he really did mean all the things he said about how he wanted you, how he needed you. not that you’d ever admit it—god, no, he’d never let you live it down.

you squirmed against him, suddenly hyperaware of how high he had you hoisted. “hao, i—”

“relax,” he interrupted. “i’ve got you.”

“but what if—what if i fall?”

his jaw tensed, his hands tightened on you. “you won’t fall, y/n. do you trust me?”

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. his eyes narrowed. “say it.”

your voice cracked. “i trust you.”

“good,” he said, but there was a shimmer of guilt in his expression when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. his voice softened immediately. “hey, baby—fuck, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to sound so harsh. you’re safe, okay? i promise.”

his lips brushed your cheek, catching the tear that spilled over, and you sniffled, clinging to him tighter. his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, “you’re safe with me. i swear.”

and then he rolled his hips, sliding into you, and whatever insecurity you’d been holding onto was gone—just gone. all you could feel was him, thick and deep, stretching you until your head spun. he groaned, his breath hitching as he bottomed out. “you feel so fucking good, baby. perfect. perfect.”

your fingers dug into his shoulders, a whimper slipping past your lips as he pulled back and thrust again, deep. the angle made you gasp, made your whole body shake in his arms. “hao,” you choked out, overwhelmed, and he just smiled against your neck.

“that’s it babe,” he murmured, picking up his pace, his hips slapping against yours. “see? i told you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything. i’ve got you. always.”

his words melted into the steam around you, and soon you weren’t sure if it was water or sweat trailing down your body. he fucked you, his grip on you steady and unrelenting, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like you were his.

“shit—fuck, hao, i’m gonna—”

“i know,” he cut in, his voice thick and breathless, but that smug grin never wavered. “let go for me, baby. you’re so fucking beautiful when you cum. let me see you.”

and when you did—when your body clenched around him and your moan echoed in the steam-filled space—he followed right after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go. his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close, neither of you caring about the water still raining down around you.

“see?” he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you. his smile was soft now, tender. “told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

[fictionalmenxyn]

✲𝐁𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩✲

Pairing: Rafe x reader

Warnings: creep, uncomfortable situation, language, protective Rafe, scary situation.

(AN: okay so this is inspired by a situation I had recently! I wanna make this known for people! Please make sure you report any situations like this one or anyone where you feel physically unsafe and uncomfortable! I was thankful that friends were with me. We got a parent to report it too. I’m okay, it wasn’t like most people. I would say that mine was hardly a bad case. But at the end of the day my friends and I still didn’t feel right. I’m grateful it didn’t escalate nor took a turn for the worse. I’m writing this as it feels like it’s almost taking the weight off of my shoulders as this has never happened to me before, I’m not comparing nor ‘showing off’ this matter. This matter is not a showing off ‘thing’ I’m making it aware that it can happen to anyone. People, stay safe and report such things! Love you all!) (if anyone feels too uncomfortable don’t read or tell me if I should take it down! Love u all, have a good day/night!) (will post a happier/loving post tomorrow to make up for this)

𝐑𝐑𝐑

Grabbing your phone, you and your friend got on the bus and used your student bus passes to get on.

You were planning on going over Rafe’s after college. You couldn’t wait! He planned on getting the hot tub up and running. You had your portable projector in your backpack so you could watch movies in the hot tub. It was going to be a nice evening to finish a full day of college.

You and your friend sat at the back of the bus and to the left. You sat in the corner as she sat next to you. As a few people started to fill the bus. You saw a guy. He looked early thirties, not the cleanest guy either. But you didn’t wanna judge due to the fact you don’t know this man. Didn’t know his icing situation nor his life. So you set that aside. Continuing to chat with your friend.

He moved towards the back, but sitting in the last two seater row on the right. In your view, you being in his.

You continued to chat with your friend and show each other TikToks. The guy looked over his shoulder and talked to you both “you girls doing okay? How are you?” You and your friend just looked at each other. Mumbling and giving a small nod. You didn’t expect that at all, you both gave each other the ‘wtf’ look.

Nobody has ever done that, maybe he was being polite? You let it slid for now…

As the bus goes through each part of the town, which was near your college. You could see the guy out of the corner of your eye. He was unwrapping a piece of hard candy. Putting it in his mouth for a few minutes then putting it down on the seat.

You and your friend cringed at the sight, who does that? Why? What really made you cringe further. Was the fact moments later he put that same piece of candy back into his mouth. These seats were not clean, public transport was never really clean. That’s what the bright colours were for.

The guy leaned over, holding the bag of candy. He asked “would one of you girls like a candy??” You both shook your heads. You could feel your friend lean into you more. You shuffled in your seat more letting her closer to you. Further from the man.

He leaned back and opened a can of soda. Sipping it occasionally. Hopefully he’d get off before you two.

Every so often he’d look at you two. It was a hot day so you wore a tank top. Definitely regretting that now. Although Rafe said it looked really good on you. The guy must’ve through the same. Since he’d glance towards your body. Your friend whispered “I can’t do this, what if he gets off at my stop??? Nah…”

You started to panic. What was the number one rule Rafe always said? Text him if you need him. That’s exactly what you did.

You texted ‘Rafey?? U busy??’ He replied almost instantly ‘nope! Why? Bus cancelled again??’

You reply ‘ok, so imma explain but u gotta lemme explain first, ok??’ He sent a thumbs up. You texted ‘ok so there is a creepy ass guy on our bus. Me and Y/f/n don’t feel safe. He keeps looking at us and checking us out. Then he offered us candy. Ik it sounds stereotypical but he did, Rafe! He is rlly weird and we are stuck at the back of the bus.’

Instantly he texted back ‘drop location and get off at the next stop. Don’t hesitate. Do it. I’ll see u in a bit. I love you. Update me if anything else happens.’ He added ‘take a photo of him. I’ll get my dad to report him as soon as we get back’ you texted ‘what about y/f/n??’ He replied ‘she’s coming with. Get off at the next stop. Both of you.’

And that’s exactly what you did.

You made a plan you saw on social media one time. It was a funny TikTok about how to sneak photos of your crush. It was for a laugh. But somewhat came in handy now.

You went onto the camera app, moving your phone by your friend but pointing at him. You said “look at this TikTok!” You ‘showed’ your friend. They laughed. Causing the guy to look at you both. That’s when you snapped the photo. Perfect, he would be getting reported soon.

Your friend pressed the ‘stop’ buzzer and the driver drove a little bit before coming to a stop. You both got up and tried to get off quickly. You heard the guy say “bye girls, see you soon.” You both cringed. ‘See you soon’?! Hell nah. No chance. Absolutely not. Why would he say that?!?

You both quickly got off the bus, as the bus started up again. He looked out the window towards you both and waved with a wicked grin on his face. A grin you couldn’t shake the feeling off.

In the distance you saw Rafe, leaning against his black pick up. You both run over. You practically leaped into Rafe’s arms. You even pulled your friend into the hug. Knowing they needed comfort too.

Rafe knew your friend well. Since you two were practically attached to the hip. So he was comfortable enough to hug her back. He held you both “you’re okay now. I’ve got ya…” you looked up at him.

“Rafe… we can’t do that again…”

Rafe replied “you’re not doing that again, no more public transport, for the both of you…”

Rafe shook his head “you’re not. My dad has already been on the phone with a few people. He’s looking for a car for you and gonna let me teach you.” You smiled softly. The Cameron’s were protective of you. You helped Rafe and you two also grew up together. Ward always liked you, as if you were his own. He’d protect you just like your dad would. And your dad would do the same for Rafe and the others.

He made you feel safe. He drove your friend back to their home. Parking right outside of her house and making sure she was in the house till he pulled off. Then he took you back to his house where you stayed for the weekend.

Never again… that guy will not be seeing you soon… not on Rafe’s watch… or Ward’s for the matter.

𝐑𝐑𝐑

[dabuggh3]

Literally so random I remembered when I watched one of Hamzah’s old streams and he said he loves being shirtless in the kitchen with his alexa 😭so that’s what kinda inspired this. ENJOY!! ALSO THANK U FOR 140 FOLLOWERS 😞 I love you guys ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Weekend with Hamzah ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You and Hamzah haven’t been able to see each other since you both were so busy, you were busy with work and he was moving into a new place. And finally after Hamzah settled in, he invited you to come and stay over. You pack your bags for the weekend and some extra essentials you wanted to keep at Hamzah’s.

It’s Friday night and you arrive at his apartment, walking up the stairs and knocking . Not even 2 minutes pass when the door opens and you see Hamzah, grinning . “Hi babyy” he pulls you in through the front door, giving you a hug kissing your cheek. “ Hiii babee” you say hugging him tighter. “Show me around!!” you say excited.

Hamzah gives you a tour of the whole apartment, showing you how much bigger his kitchen is, his patreon corner, his bedroom ect. “ Yea that’s all” he says sitting on the edge of his bed turning to look at you, “I love it”. You put on your pajama’s and put away extra clothes and essentials in a drawer in Hamzah’s bedroom and bathroom that he saved for you.

Hamzah peeks into the bathroom,“ Do you wanna order in food?” “ Yesss let’s get Chick-fil-A”. The food comes and you guys eat it on the couch while watching Tangled. The movie ends and Hamzah starts singing “ Somethingggguuh that I wannnt” he gets up grabbing Red and making him dance. While you grab Blue making him do the same thing.

You wake up with the sun hitting your face and Hamzah clinging onto you. You turn facing Hamzah, who’s dead asleep. You can’t help but stare admiring, his chest slowly rising up and down ,his long lashes, the mole above his lip. You give him a peck on his lips before you get up to wash your teeth.

You come out the restroom and see Hamzah still half asleep sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed facing you as he rubs his eyes. He looks up at you, “ Why did you brush your teeth without me” he says in a low sleepy tone. You can’t help but smile seeing how cute he looks. “ I’m sorry“ you walk towards him wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs your waist and lays back, having you lay on his chest. Then he turns now laying on top of you.

You guys lay there for a little, “ Go brush your teeth babe”, all you get in response is a grunt. “ Cmonn, I’ll go with you?” “Okay!” Hamzah says smiling, immediately getting up. You look at him grinning shaking your head as he grabs your hand taking you with him. He finishes and you both head to the kitchen.

Hamzah walks in opening the fridge asking what you wanted to eat. You both end up agreeing on French Toast. You guys play music as you both gather the ingredients and start cooking. You dip the bread into the mixture as Hamzah cooks and flips them.

North by Clario starts playing and Hamzah looks at you while singing. He grabs you and starts swaying and dancing with you. You both are grinning and laughing. “Oh shittt” Hamzah says as he turns, flipping over the burnt piece of toast, “ I’ll eat this one” he says scrunching his nose clenching his teeth, you both laugh. You both eat and get ready to go run errands.

After a long day you guys come back home and rest. You and Hamzah sit on the couch in your matching pajamas playing Fortnite. “ Wait I think I see someone” “ Where?”. Someone comes up from the hill and attacks you. “ HAMZAHHHHH” “ WHEREEE OH I SE-IM COMING IM COMING”. Hamzah comes and starts attacking them while your character is on the ground “ LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONEEE AUGHHH”

He ends up killing them and he runs back to revive your character, “ Don’t worry baby daddy’s here” he says in a cocky tone and turns smirking at you. “ Never mind let me die” you say side eyeing him holding in your laugh. You guys continue playing till you both get tired and head off to bed.

The next morning you guys wake up and eat breakfast. You pack your bags to go back home. Hamzah helps collect your things and walks you out to your car. He places your things in the car and you turn around, seeing his eyebrows scrunched and eyes squinted as the sun beams on his face. “ I’ll see you next weekend okay” you lean, giving him a kiss. “ Okay” he says trying not to seem bothered. “ Okay byee mr nonchalant” you say poking his stomach. He flinches then smiles.

You walk over getting into your car ready to drive off. Hamzah follows, closing your door then leaning on your car door. Hamzah just stares at you not leaning away from your car. “Stopppp I’ll be backkk, if anything you can come and stay over!” “ I knowww…okay bye before I pull you out of the car and make you stay” “ I mean I wouldn’t refuse……” you say looking up at him. Hamzah squints his eyes and smiles “ ….Okay byeee I love you” “ Byeee I love you more”.

Sorry for not posting I was on vacation and then got sad but I’m okay now I missed you guys. I tried writing a longer story this time I feel like my ff are always short😭 I don’t hate it tho but I hope you guys will like the kinda long ones too. And like always sorry for any typos.☕️

Your matching pjs😍😍😍 ( lmaoooo I laughed so

hard when I found this)

[aka-indulgence]

take my hand.

Thank you @skelliefanatic for the lovely commission! ^u^ Here’s a tasty tasty outcode stealing you story owo

(Nightmare!Sans x Reader)

Sans didn’t come. Again. After all you’ve prepared this time, the ambience, the dress, all the bells and whistles. You want to be understanding, but your feelings overwhelm you and you need a moment of peace for yourself.

… But don’t worry. If Sans wasn’t here, there was someone even better to take his place. He promises.

CW: Kidnapping, implied mind influences, minor angst

—————

“i don’t understand,”

Sans stares at the screen, ignoring all the other sounds and lights in his room, a warning indicator glowing on and off.

[WEAKENING DETECTED] were written in bold, big letters in the middle. The borders of this universe have been having issues like this for a while now, something he’s been trying to look into, but today it was the worst he’s ever seen it.

He can’t rest until he’s found the answer. Everyone is relying on him, whether they knew it or not.

In his frenzy, he fails to notice his phone lighting up, neglected on the workbench behind him.

[Missed Alarm]

[Missed Call 2 mins]

[Missed Call 10 mins]

[Missed Call 17 mins]...

*********

The ambience was perfect. The candlelit table. The open air balcony. The stars were starting to show as the sky turned from purple to navy, the sun having set moments ago. It was the perfect romantic dinner.

… If only your date showed up.

You move around the last piece of calamari on your plate, exhaling the well of sadness building in your chest in a long sigh. You felt silly, sitting here alone in your nice clothes and feeling sad. How long have you been sitting here now? Long enough for the waiter to come over and ask you if you had more to order?

You eat the last piece of squid. You were grateful it tasted as good as it was, because if it wasn’t you think you wouldn’tve been able to finish the whole plate. You meant to share it.

Did he forget again…?

It’s a strange feeling, being a little hungry while having no appetite. The small plate of appetizer didn’t fill you up, but… you really wanted to eat with him. You’ve even waited before you got this appetizer.

A minute turned to five, which turned to fifteen, then thirty… now it’s close to an hour. It’s upsetting, having an empty stomach, surrounded by good-smelling food and not feeling like you can eat.

You knew that logically, no one was really paying attention. Apart from your server that isn’t paid to judge you, you knew no one would really notice you. But still, you could feel your cheeks run hot with embarrassment, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that people were looking at you. You were wearing something nice- an asymmetrical white dress, accented by a small black belt around your waist, with shiny black heels- sitting in this balcony area with a table for two. You were surrounded by couples who had the same thought you did, that this was a lovely place to have dinner with someone special.

Eventually, you let out a shaky breath and put the fork down. You stand up, and make your way to the stairs down from the balcony.

“S-sorry, I’m coming back. I just need a moment to step outside,” you say to your server, trying to keep your voice from cracking. He nods and you give him a shaky smile, before hurriedly descending down the steps to the gardens.

It was quite dark. There were some ornamental streetlamps on the pathways, but they were sparse and spaced out from each other. Most of the lights were outdoor lights, lighting up the bushes, little pockets of light. It seemed no one else was in the garden.

Finally, privacy.

You make your way to a bench right under a lamppost and sit on it heavily, allowing yourself to sag.

You knew that Sans gets busy a lot. He had projects that he’d excitedly tell you about, and he’s gotten more work as a scientist lately, something he told you he thought he’d never get back into. It’s exciting. Sans told you he had a lot of things going on right now. You were happy for him, you were happy he was reigniting his long forgotten passion. You were just… looking so forward to this.

You feel silly too, you don’t want to be too upset about this- you want to be understanding! You’re not even an item with Sans yet. But you wanted to be. This would be a huge leap, it was a big date. It felt natural, knowing Sans for as long as you did. You fantasized sitting there with him, you’d be laughing at him making knock knock jokes at the table, he’d spill ketchup on his clothes and say he looks better that way, you’d be watching how the light danced over his face.

But he wasn’t here.

Your eyes stung, and you felt mist building. You quickly wipe them away with your fingers- you didn’t feel like crying right now.

Your phone opens with a click, and for a moment you have to shield your eyes. The screen was too bright for your now-sensitive eyes. You open your messages app to Sans’ contact, refreshing it to see if anything’s changed.

No response. You had the last message, and Sans hasn’t answered in the last two hours.

You frown, your heart feeling heavy.

I don’t think it’s happening today, you finally admitted to yourself. I guess we can just do something else some other time. Something smaller

You suck in a breath (and a tear for the matter,) and click away on your keyboard.

You: Hey, are you busy?

You: Tell me if you are ok? :)

Your fingers tap against the back of your phone as the messages load, three dots bouncing over your message. It sends.

You wait for a few seconds, expecting to see… something. A reply, a read sign. Neither happens.

You sputter and deflate, turning your phone off. You’ll have to talk to Sans some other day- for now you needed to gather yourself and come back to your table. Maybe you could just buy a meal for yourself; you were already here, might as well take advantage of the delicious food you’ve spent half your day fantasizing about.

You must’ve been very engrossed in your phone, because you hadn’t noticed that someone was nearby and you jolt when a voice suddenly speaks.

“good evening. may i ask why a beautiful woman like yourself is all alone out here in the garden? it seems quite the lonely place to be instead of the dining room,”

His voice was deep, yet soft, almost hypnotic. Like a voice you could imagine sending you off to sleep. Despite his sudden appearance, there was an inviting tone to his words that drew you in.

“O-oh,” you blushed, fixing your hair. You wondered how much of your emotional turmoil this stranger saw. “Yeah. I just needed a minute,”

“you look troubled. what’s the matter?”

You sigh, hiding your frown behind your fingers. There was no reason to lie, so you tell him, “my um… my date didn’t show up. It’s been an hour,”

He made a sound of pity. “you poor thing… that’s a shame, really. what sort of fool would pass up on a woman like you?”

“I… oh,” you giggle nervously. It’s a bit embarrassing how quickly your mood brightens from the pretty words this stranger was giving you. You find your cheeks turning warm and you couldn’t stop the smile growing on your face. Any other time, if you found yourself sitting alone in a dark place and a man approached you, you would’ve been frightened. But, there was something about him that made your walls crumble. Maybe it’s because your date missed you again and you just liked the attention this man was giving you.

You try to get a proper look of him, but you couldn’t quite make him out. He was standing in the shade, just out of reach of the lamppost’s light, standing beside a big bush. Even so, it was strange. He looks to be in complete darkness, the shadows that fell on him and surrounded him left him completely featureless… almost. The only thing that you could see was a vague silhouette that seemed to shift and swirl in shape whenever you tried to focus on it, a big grin, and a bright, glowing, cyan eye.

His grin reminded you of Sans. Maybe you just liked wide-grinning monsters?

“if i were him, i wouldn’t make you wait. i’d be there to pick you up and take you here. i would lavish you with all the things you wanted in life… i would treat you better than he does,” he avows. “it’s quite the tragedy that you’re taken by a lesser man,”

You could feel this man was trying to flatter you, and you didn’t want Sans to seem bad. But you still felt compelled. “Uh, actually, we’re not dating yet. This was supposed to be a step closer, haha…”

You could see his eye crinkle. He was both metaphorically and physically brightening upon hearing that.

“oh! is that so?... how would you like if i treated you to dinner?”

“Oh, um, you don’t have to…” you fidgeted with your hand. Besides, you felt guilty about going with someone else while Sans wasn’t here.

“why not? he isn’t here, and you don’t owe him anything. he can’t be upset with you if he missed his chance at claiming you to be his. besides, you could use a little bit of fun,”

You look away, instead having your eyes at the stone pathways, scratching your wrist. He… he isn’t wrong. If anything went wrong you didn’t even have to stay with him. It was ok to have a little fun… right? You deserved this much after he’s missed a meeting with you so many times already.

“I suppose you’re right,” You say uncertainly.

The figure smirks.

“smart girl… i could give you much more than a simple dinner date,” he claims. “i could give you everything you desire. hell, i could give you something better than all that you desired. i could become the man you’ve always dreamed of,”

You raised your eyebrows. He was talking about a lot of grandiose things, and honestly, he sounds like he came out straight from a movie. You were a mix of perplexed and a little intrigued.

“How can you be so sure of that? You don’t even know what I want,”

He chuckles, and takes a step towards the light… only to disappear into the floor.

You stand up, alert, wondering if he tripped or- or something, but then you squeak when you hear him on the other side of you, still cloaked in shadow.

“oh my dear… i am a man capable of many things.” He chuckles.

Oh. He could teleport like Sans?

“Ahah,” you laugh nervously. Were you just interested in people that were somewhat similar to Sans? Why was it alluring you?

The stranger taps on his chin like he’s trying to make a guess of you. “forgive me if i’m a bit presumptuous, but you seem like a lady up to my speed. would you like to travel? to see the world?”

Just as he speaks them, you could see them in your mind’s eye, more vivid than you’ve ever imagined them. You see the seaside. Fields of flower. A great mountain. Colorful architecture you’ve never seen before.

“I… do…”

“i don’t think you’re the type for a lavish life but… wouldn’t you like to live deliciously?” He offers. “you don’t need gold, jewelries, a mansion, i’m sure, but. i think you’d like to live in a way where you don’t have to worry about any material thing ever again?”

“O-of course, everyone wants that,” was he rich? Was he offering you his worldly possessions? “But you’re right, that’s not what I’m looking for, not right now.”

It’d be nice. It’s a dream everyone has, but right now you really just wanted someone to-

“of course. you want someone to love you? i can provide that.” He smiles. “i would never let an esteemed woman like yourself be neglected. i can be an excellent lover. i’ll give you all the affection you could ever want and more,”

You press your lips and pinch your dress. It sounds so good, too good even. Did you really want to go with this man you’ve never met before? You don’t know him. But you could feel you soul being tugged towards him, you want to experience all the things he’s saying to you…

It sounds like a dream you want to live in.

B-but, you thought, but Sans,

“we don’t have to think about him anymore,” the stranger interjects, as if he could hear your thoughts. “why stay with him when he isn’t giving you the time of day? you aren’t even with him and he’s already being inattentive,”

He scoffs.

“i could give you so much more than sans ever could,”

“I… what?” You felt a sudden chill run over your skin. “H-how… how do you know his name?”

The stranger smiles casually, warping to a different spot in the shadows. It feels like he was surrounding you.

“i’m simply a man that knows many things, my dear,” he chuckles.

“and why would you give that pathetic monster the time of day anyway? he’s slow, he’s lazy, he’s unrefined. when he isn’t face deep buried in his research, he’s telling uncreative jokes. he can’t even keep track of time. he gets snarky with humans, he- he doesn’t deserve you,” he speaks very fast, every word spilling out of his mouth laced with more malice and venom.

You feel frozen in your spot as he regains his composure. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, light flooding back into view, and something retracting into him.

After a few moments, his smile returns, and his gaze falls back on you. The fear you felt quickly gets chased away, like… just seeing that smile could comfort you. You don’t feel like running anymore.

“i’m so sorry for that. i simply just want the best for you, darling,” he purrs, “don’t worry. with me, it’ll be so easy. you want your dreams to come true, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you say, all dreamy-like.

“of course. all you have to do is take my hand,”

For the first time since he appeared, he extended his hand into the light. Even so, he was still the color of midnight. His sleeve, his… bones?

“i can be anything you like,”

His face emerged from the shadows, a skull.

Your heart stopped.

He looked exactly like Sans. His grin, his sockets, his round skull, his face-

You broke out of whatever sense of security you felt and took a hasty step back. Suddenly everything felt wrong, it felt like you just raised your head out of a sea of sludge, that you could finally see things clearly now. Your body was screaming now, that this stranger was far more dangerous than you could’ve imagined.

You walk backwards slowly, and with a shaky smile, you try to end things amicably with him.

“Th-thank you for the offer… sir. You have been very kind and it sounds so wonderful, b-but, I think I’ll have to decline for now. I need to get back to my table, I’ve made them wait too long…”

You turn around to escape to the restaurant, and you miss how his smile fades.

“... wrong answer.”

You scream when something wet cinches around your middle, and you would’ve tumbled if it hadn’t squeezed you so tightly. You pull against it, and you only have a moment to look at it- a slimy tendril, covered in what looked like tar- before you’re yanked away and forced to turn towards your assailant.

The stranger walks fully out of the shadows this time, revealing that he was completely covered in the same black sludge that dripped down from his tendril. It wasn’t just his face that looked like Sans. From head to toe he was a spitting image of him: wearing a jacket and shorts just like your favorite skeleton but wrong, corrupted. You watched in horror as three more identical tentacles snake out of his back, flailing in the air, droplets of ooze falling and fading on the pathway. He looks disappointed.

“it’s a shame, really,” he laments, his voice sounding richer and more otherworldly than before. “i wanted to make this a dream for you. i would’ve gone against my very nature to make you happy. but you just had to make this difficult for yourself…”

He smiled pityingly at you.

“i apologize for the nightmare to come,”

He starts to sink into the puddle forming under him. Nothing but blind, hot white panic filled your very being as the rest of his tendrils snatched you around your wrists and ankles, screaming as you’re dragged in along with him. The sounds of his wicked laughter ring all around you, his eye alight with twisted delight. You turn around and fall against the floor, trying to claw your way away from him, whining when your fingers can’t find purchase. You feel his phalanges wrap around your leg, and you scream as you’re pulled down into the darkness.

The garden falls silent.

…

Sans rushes into the restaurant in his labcoat, phone clutched in his fingers. He’s sweating, rushing towards the balcony area the receptionist told him you’d be.

“w-wait (y/n), i’m here!”

He… stops. Your table is empty. There is a cheque on top of it, stained with black ink in the corners.

It’s been paid.

[rubywithecat]

—— Being poccessive ——

Hello! It’s been a while since I write but I am always active here, reading other writers’<3 I am like having a really important academic year which is gonna end in next three months finally! But as I just get to watch new season of jjk I’m like wanting to write so much once again. I hope u guys will enjoy this as well <3 Thanks loves ily^^

T/W: Minors do not interact. Mature content included.

Gojo Satoru: (Jealous type)

He’s always jealous when someone has given u unnecessary attention. Even tho you are talking to your classmate long enough, if it’s a guy, Gojo would act so jelaous about it. He would give silent treatment and is the type to drive his car in speed when he’s mad at you. You would just grab the handle tightly and beg him to speed down. At home, he would be aggressive with you when he’s jealous. He would pushed you to bed and tears your clothes down and kiss you, leaving bite marks all over your neck where it’s seen. And he would fck you (don’t expect to me gentle;) and cum inside you. “Say that you’re mine” he would kiss your lips till it sore to make others realize that you are his only.

Megumi Fushiguro (I don’t care but I actually do care type)

He won’t get jealous in small cases. But if someone show interest in you noticeably, he will give a death glare to them. He would grab your waist tightly, holding you closer. You would tease him if he’s jealous and he would just deny it, feeling embarrassed. If you give him a little kiss on his cheek, he will blush and can’t help but smile. After he made other guy excuse himself, he would hold your hand tightly and walk togther, making everyone knows that you are his and proud about that. He wouldn’t also hesitate to do a huge make out session once u are alone with him, having your lip stains on his cheeks.

Toji Fushiguro (Obey me type)

He wouldn’t straightforward say that but he would look at you with resting face. It’s so scary so u would excuse urself and go to him. “What’s wrong babe” you asked him, giving puppy eyes. He looks down and frowned. He grabs your hips with his big hands and squeezes it, making u a small “ahh” He smirked and whispered. “Tell them that only I can make u feel this good, brat” He would continue to tease u by touching ur sensitive spots and make u moan helplessly. When ur begging so much, he would say like “if you behave next time, I will give what u want. Ok?” U nodded cuz u can’t speak as his hands are chocking ur neck already as he fingers you and then he would take u to somewhere more private, likely to his car and fcks u right there and makes u can’t speak other than his name.

Sukuna Ryomen (You’re dead type)

U are realy dead if he sees u being friendly to a guy he doesn’t have good feeling about with. He would pull your hand and dragged u with him without saying anything. And he would pushed u to the bed when u arrive him and he would start to tease u and turn u on. When u think he’s gonna fck u, and ur waiting for it, being ready. He would laugh and put his clothes on. “Look at u being so needy Awwn” he would say in mocking voice. “Too bad I don’t have a mood right now” he would leave u hanging. Later enough torturing u, not giving what u want, he would make u phone the guy who’s previously flirting with u and make u talk with him about unfinished work interrupted by him earlier and he would fck u aggressively behind, making them hear sounds on purpose. After finishing, he would grab your phone and take the call himself and tell the guy like “I’m sorry kid but only I can fck her like this so don’t ever even fantasize her in ur dream or else I would slice u in pieces. Do u understand?” He then ended the call and tell u like “next round?”, smirking.

—

(Likes and shares would be really appreciated <3 Feel free to share ur thoughts and request are also open now) Thanks<33 Sry if it’s short! I will make up for it later <33

—

[hummusxx]

I Don't care -JB5

parings: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

summary: It's New Year's Eve in Madrid. Everyone is out having parties and celebrating the new year while u is stuck home sick with the flu. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up.

Of course. The only handful of days Jude and I can go out together is spent inside on the couch, watching some stupid show. I just had to go and get the flu. My aunt had forgotten to inform everyone that her demon of a child had every sickness known to mankind at Christmas dinner

" Babe get the frown off your face- Everything is alright " Jude tried to reassure me as he was walking towards the couch with a steaming hot bowl of soup.

I look at him in disbelief.

"No Jude. We were supposed to have fun tonight and go out. Not say home and watch this stupid show in clothes that smell like we haven't showered in years." With a frown on my face, I bury my head into the couch cushion.

I start to hear loud bangs and realize that fireworks are going off. I look outside the window with a somber look.

"Um excuse you but The Sopranos is one of the best shows in the world" Jude says offensively as he sets down the bowl.

"-and i wouldn't want it any other way. Just Me and My girl, alone, in pjs, watching a dumb show as u say." he sits next to me, laying his arm around my shoulder and pulling the blanket over him.

"Stop you're going to get sick Jude," I say, as I try and push him to the other side of the couch.

Jude doesn't move any inch. After my pity attempt to move him, he reaches and grabs the bowl on the table and starts to feed me like a mother would her babe.

"Judie I'm not a baby" I whine.

Well, you're my baby" he says, laughing as he watches me frown.

He suddenly puts down the bowl and makes his way into the bedroom.

"Jude where are u going."

"Just a sec" he responds. His voice was muffled by the loud fireworks outside.

He comes back in with a hat and party blower that says,'Happy New Year.'

"Jude what- How did u get this stuff." I say as u sit up from the couch.

Jude moves over to me and puts the hat on my head and the blower in my hand. He walks over to the kitchen and open the fridge.

He grabs 12 grapes for both of us and sits down on the couch.

"I grabbed all this while I was out getting your soup" I stare at him in disbelief. My eyes start to water.

" I know how bad u wanted to go out tonight, so I brought the out to you," he says while turning on the broadcast of the clock in Puerta del sol.

I look at the time, it's 11:57. It's almost the new year.

" Jude"

"mhm" he turns to look at me.

"I love you so much and I'm so grateful for everything that has happened to us this year."

He looks at me and grabs my hands

"Baby you have helped me so much this year and i am forever grateful for u" He Kisses my forehead right at the clock Strucks 12.

The chimes start and we eat the grapes.

We both finish them all in the chimes.

"Happy New year baby' he says as he grabs my head..

"Jude you're going to get sick" i say leaning in

"I don't care."

Hummusxx Corner

heyyy everyonee i hope this was good. I haven't wrote in ages it feels like so im happy to have a new piece out. In Spain, they have a tradition of eating 12 grapes with the 12 chimes of the clock in puerta del sol and if u finish all 12 you will have a good new year full of luck. So since Jude has moved to spain decided to include it in because it just felt right. If u liked it plssss repost or comment. Love yall and byeee

I wanted this to be posted on new years eve BUT I literally can’t wait so here it is early 😉

[muniimyg]

2.5: stfu 》 series m.list

note: my friends 🤭 how are we? this ch is jus fluff & rlly jus out here to give insight w their dynamic as friends !!! hope u enj 💛

taglist request: send a request with the title of this fic “c2u” // DO NOT comment here or on the masterlist . it gets confusing and i prefer answering and tagging through asks !!!

🏷️ permanent taglist: @joonsjuice @taetaecatboy @pb-n-juju @miss-rainy-days @firesighgirl @whoa-jo @vantxx95 @pamzn @kakixaku @casspirit0705 @tae165 @prdshobi @sopebubbles @leefics @ggukkieland @bebebutbetter @yoongimentita7 @boraength @era-genius @4ksj @vampcharxter @miss-jupiter @floweryjeons @taegijns @jeonqkooks-main

fic taglist: @mint--yoongs @ellesalazar @bloopkook

//

Jungkook is a dick. 

Okay, he isn’t exactly a sly bitch-ass motherfucker… He’s just a little miscommunicative, a little forgetful, and a little annoying sometimes… Let’s just say he’s lucky he’s hot. 

“I thought you wanted to make out,” you half-heartedly complain as he finally notices you for the first time tonight. He chuckles before settling beside you. Your body itches for him to be closer. Instead, he keeps a friendly seating distance. “How did we end up here?”

Let’s set the scene.

You two are in a karaoke room with your friends. The boys are belting out their sad love songs while your best friend, Yuna, continues to down as many drinks as possible. Currently, she’s celebrating being ghosted, and this karaoke session was actually her doing. 

Yuna has been your friend since the beginning of time. With that being said: you two are complete opposites. She likes surprises and showing up… You like planning and ditching. She has her fair share of passionate flings and you have your fair share of boring boyfriends. It’s truly a work of balance between you two. Regardless, you love her with your entire heart and can’t wait for her to meet better men. On the other hand, Yuna holds a flaw that sickens you to your very core. Since the first day Taehyung introduced you and her to Jungkook, she has not shut up about how cute of a couple you two would make.

Aside from that, Yuna is chill. Your friendship with her is completely low maintenance. It’s hard to feel offended when you’ve always known she’s been closer to Taehyung. They’re the best of friends. Naturally, she texted Taehyung the ground-breaking news and he quickly got to work. He called all the boys up and then they all headed to Jungkook’s. Unfortunately, they beat you there and Jungkook didn’t have enough time to text you a warning. As you stood outside his door, you quickly caught on and pretended like Jungkook had communicated the plans with you. 

To be honest, it’s not like you needed Jungkook tonight. If anything, it was him who wanted to see you so bad… But you can’t help but feel irritated that the night turned out like this. 

It feels a little weird. 

You know you can touch him. That’s allowed, right? You two are friends and harmless physical affection is okay! It’s like, you know you reach over and touch his hand; he would hold it. You know he would.. So why isn’t he? 

It’s too early for you to swallow your pride.. However, that doesn’t stop you from having needs.

He should make the first move.

“I mean,” he takes a quick sip of his drink, “I’m a little shy… Oh! Idea… How about you kiss me first and I promise to kiss you back.”

You glare at him, shoulders dropping at his answer. Like always, he’s being a piece of shit. Swiftly, you take the drink from his hand and chug the rest of it down. When you finish, you hand him the empty glass and as you’re about to say something—he reaches over and wipes the top of your lip. 

You sit still and take in this moment. He’s slightly leaning in and his eyes are on your lips. Surely, he’ll fold, right? You want him to. 

When he pulls away, he puts his glass down. “I’m right here. You gonna do it or not?”

“We’re literally at a fucking karaoke room with our friends, Jungkook.”

“So?”

“I’m not exposing myself this early on!” you whisper-shout. 

He snickers. “And just how long is this supposed to last? Are we gonna be a secret forever?”

You shrug, having no answer for him. “This is stupid. You’re the one who asked—begged—me to come over and make out with you. You said you wanted to kiss my lips and my—”

“I know what I said,” Jungkook chides. “I meant what I said. Nothing changed.”

You poke his chest and repeat yourself. “We’re in a karaoke room with our fucking friends.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I had no choice! Blame Yuna!”

You gasp. “I would never!”

His shoulders slump, feeling defeated. “___, what do you want me to do? Fuck you in the bathroom—”

Your eyes widen at his blunt words. Quickly, you cover his mouth with your hand. He licks it in response and you groan in disgust. “You’re disgusting!”

“Pay back for spitting back at me the other night.”

Your eyes dart at him. He laughs and puts his hands up in defeat. “Relax. They aren’t listening to us.”

As you wipe your wet hand on his shirt, you take his word for it. Then, you move away from him and cross your arms in frustration. Jungkook playfully inches closer, murmuring apologies. You shake your head, pout, and turn the other way. 

Jungkook feels stuck. 

Was he really in the wrong? Did he go too far? Did anyone even hear? You’re just so uptight sometimes… It wouldn’t hurt to laugh, right?

That’s exactly what he figures to do.

Jungkook calls over the mic and stands up to sing. Everyone calms down and gives him their undivided attention.

“Uh,” Jungkook begins, “This is for Yuna!”

“No thanks!” Yuna rejects, raising a shot at him. She drinks it in one go and giggles. Jungkook winks, turning his attention to you. You cover your eyes with your hands and ignore the rest of the boys' cheers. 

“If I were your boyfriend, I’d never let you go. I can take you places you ain’t never been before. Baby take a chance or you’ll never know. I got money in my hands that I’d really like to blow… Swag, swag, swag on you,” Jungkook sings cheekily. He takes his time, doing body rolls, and makes his performance much more dramatic with the help of Jimin and Nam Joon. 

Suddenly, the boys all join in.

They turn Jungkook’s special number into the performance of the night. They hype each other up and even create a choreo. Towards the end, Jungkook kneels in front of you and serenades the last few lyrics; “if I was your boyfriend, never let you go. Keep you in arm girl, you’d never be alone. If I was your boyfriend, I can be a gentleman, anything you want… If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go. I’d never let you go. So give me a chance, 'cause you're all I need girl. Spend a week with your boy I'll be calling you my girlfriend. If I was your man, I'd never leave you girl… I just want to love you, and treat you right.”

When the song comes to a complete end, the sound of the guy's laughter fills the room. Jungkook stays on his knees, making a pouty face. 

“Still mad?”

You give him a cold shoulder. “Dunno.”

Jungkook laughs, catching himself as he begins to lean in. Yuna awkwardly clears her throat. You shoot her a glare and she sticks her tongue out at you two.

“Jungkook…” she warns. “You’re not allowed to have ___!” 

He snickers at her. “Fine with me! I don’t want her.”

Yuna waves her finger at Jungkook, lowering her gaze at him. She isn’t convinced with his words. “Listen you motherfucker… You touch her and I’ll ruin your life.” 

Jungkook laughs coyly before turning to you. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs, “guess this is the beginning of my end.”

“Guess it is,” you purse your lips. “Too bad.”

“Too bad?” Jungkook scoffs, “if you’re my end; then so be it. Nothing more beautiful than you.”

You make a sour face at him before throwing the karaoke book his way. He dodges it and sticks his middle finger out at you. Then, he returns to his boys and joins them in song. From the corner of your eye, you see Yuna giving you a look. She mouths out, “anything to confess?”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at her.

Confess? What is there to confess? Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. 

By the grace of God, Taehyung was able to get Yuna to stop drinking. However, by the time Taehyung suggested to do so… She was no longer able to walk on her own. The karaoke session ends and everyone is either tipsy or helping Taehyung take care of Yuna. 

“Should I walk you home?”

You sit up and take your phone out. Swiping it open, you don’t bother to look at him when you answer. “I can Uber.”

Jungkook then snatches your phone and holds it above his head. There’s a lazy smirk on his face you want to slap off. “You’re not Ubering home alone and tipsy.”

“Walking home with you isn’t any better.”

In all honesty, Jungkook is tipsy too. He chugged a few beers last minute and took Yuna’s remaining shots. Yet, it’s clear that he’s sober enough to take care of himself. One thing you’ve only recently started to notice about Jungkook is that he’s a grumpy, sad, and needy drunk. Maybe the grumpy part is more prominent in the tipsy portion.

He offers a sarcastic laugh before frowning. “Shut the fuck up and get your shit. Let’s go. I’m tired.”

“Then go home—”

“Don’t be difficult,” he begs. “Just let me do this.”

The walk home is rather quiet. 

Aside from Jungkook’s lame attempts to ask you about your classes and work schedule, there’s not much to talk about. You answer him politely, feeling a little relieved that his little attitude is melting away. Slowly but surely, he was sobering up. 

To keep the conversation going, you ask him about the boys and what it’s like now that he moved out with Taehyung and Jimin. He answers truthfully, stating that the living situation is neater than he expected and that he misses the dynamic with everyone around during late nights. Sure the two boys kept him company and the aspect of privacy was nice, but he can’t help but miss the chaos. 

As he speaks and as you walk side by side with him—it still feels weird. It’s that same weird feeling you felt in the karaoke room. 

Your fingertips have brushed against each other for the nth time tonight. Was it the drinks you downed or are you actually feeling a little annoyed he didn’t even try to hold your hand tonight? And how did we get here? 

It’s your front door. 

… Is this it? Is it really just goodnight and go?

“Do you think Taehyung is secretly in love with Yuna?” Jungkook blurts with a cheeky grin on his face. “He’s all she talks about and vice versa. She always comes over and they just sit and talk and laugh like they’re the only two people in the world.”

You pause and think about it. “They’ve always been close.”

“Not like this,” he advocates. “They’re… Happier?”

“She’s still hung up on that guy that ghosted her… Maybe good company is just good company, you know? It doesn’t always have to mean or lead to a new love interest.” 

Jungkook tilts his head. “Is that how you feel too?”

“What do you mean?”

He bites his tongue. “Never mind.”

“... Okay?” you respond awkwardly. You turn away and dig through your bag for your key. “Thanks for walking me home, I guess? Goodnight.”

Jungkook sighs loudly. “Can you at least look at me and pretend like you care if I get home safe or not?”

“But I’d be lying!” you laugh, finally finding your keys. You stick it in and turn the nob. Suddenly, you feel his hand grab your wrist. With one tug, your body turns to face him. He smiles sweetly as you frown at him. 

“Dream of me,” he teases, taking a step closer to you. Closing in the space between, he dips his head low and lowers his gaze to your lips. 

“That’s just mean,” you whine. “Why would you want me to have nightmares?”

He glares at you. “Ha. Ha. Not funny.”

“It was pretty funny.”

Jungkook huffs, “no, it hurt my feelings actually.”

“Not my problem,” you snark back.

“You’re always my problem.”

“You’re annoying as fuck—”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook stresses. “Just let me kiss you goodnight, woman!”

Before you can answer, he crashes his lips against yours and kisses you. He does it deeply like he’s been waiting to kiss you all night. When you pull away for a breath, he continues to give you little kisses. You laugh and playfully push his face away from yours. 

He pouts and demands, “kiss me lots, ___.”

You can’t even deny him. In this very moment, he is the most precious thing in the world. You let him kiss you once more before squishing his cheeks together. You give him a peck before saying goodnight for the last time. 

“Get home safe, pookie.”

“Arghh,” Jungkook curls his hand into a fist and hits the left side of his chest. “I knew you’d care.”

He wishes to never forget the way his heart flutter at this very moment… And as much as you hate to admit it—your heart flutters too.

[tkaulitzlvr]

Hiii luv !! Could you do an imagine where Tom is flirting with a girl, and the reader gets angry and there’s lots of angst and she is petty and the story end with yk 😭

JEALOUS - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after tom flirts with a girl right in front of you, you display your anger towards him. eventually, he has to make it up to you, but you don’t make it easy for him.

content: angst & smut

a/n: thank you for the request, i hope u enjoy!! and there’s no cliffhanger this time so you guys can’t yell at me for a part 2, this took FOREVER😭

i watch from a few metres away as she playfully hits his shoulder, batting her eyelashes at him, my body seething with rage. a flirtatious smile tugs on his lips whilst he signs her autograph, her hand rested on his upper arm, cleavage basically spilling out of her small crop top, so tight that every curve is on show, my eyes narrowing as i silently observe the encounter, tom not doing anything to stop it. in fact, he seems to be enjoying himself.

the incoherent screams of horny teenage girls sound throughout the street, their outstretched hands reaching out past the barriers which hold them in place, tom and his band mates rushing to sign anything shoved in their faces - paper, CDs, posters, photographs: some even bold enough to pull their t-shirts down slightly, pushing their chests outwards and waving a marker in the boys’ faces, squealing in disbelief once the ink marks their skin, an autograph signed by their biggest fantasy himself now spread across their front.

yet i am able to drown out the noise, focusing in on tom and this girl, just about ready to rip the blonde extensions from her head, losing any remnant of cool once she reaches into the pocket of her low rise jeans, pulling out a small slip of paper and handing it to tom, winking suggestively at him. i decide that i have seen enough, storming over to him from the tour bus that i had been leaning on, reaching him just as she is leaning in to whisper something in his ear. snatching the small piece of paper from his hand, i scrunch it up into a small ball, pushing it flat against the girl’s chest as she scoffs, a sarcastic smile on my face.

“we’re done with autographs now, goodbye!” i state, my voice high-pitched and angry. i don’t wait for a response, shooting tom an angry glare, roughly grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the tour bus, hundreds of girls that he hadn’t yet gotten to screaming his name desperately.

“woah, what the fuck? are you good?” he shouts over the crowd from behind me. i refuse to turn around, pulling him up the stairs and slumping on one of the seats, tom standing in front of me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“sorry did i interrupt your little moment there? did i get in the way of you both? i am sorry, it’s not like i’m your fucking girlfriend or anything!” i scoff, my voice raising as i yell in his face, my chest heaving up and down once i finish.

“what?” he blurts out, his mouth falling open in complete shock, as if he hadn’t just been caught flirting with someone else, and i had made up the entire thing.

“are you fucking serious? you let her have her hands all over you, eye-fucking her, and if that wasn’t enough, you took her god damn number! the fuck do you mean ‘what’?” i shout, pushing him backwards forcefully, a small groan leaving his lips as he stumbles backwards.

“hey, hey, can you calm down? i do that-”

“calm down? fucking calm down? wow tom, you’ve really outdone yourself this time! you flirt with some bitch right in front of me, in front of everyone, and you want me to calm down? get fucked, fucking asshole!” my voice falls to a whisper as i continue pushing him, digging my fingers into his chest as the tears fall down my cheeks, tom taking each hit.

“i didn’t want to be rude, i always take their numbers, they just end up in the trash! you’re acting like i kissed her in front of you!” he yells, his own voice raising now as he towers over me, straightening his shirt and standing upright after i take a few steps away from him.

“what and that makes it okay? that you didn’t kiss her? that you planned to throw her number in the trash? wow, thank you! so fucking kind of you! such a gentleman. really, what an amazing boyfriend you are, i’ll put it on a fucking cake or something, since that’s all you want to hear, about how perfect you are!” i shake my head, scoffing in complete disbelief of how he can’t understand where he went wrong, feeling completely humiliated.

“i don’t know what you want me to say. i can’t fucking win.” he says, his voice much quieter now as his fingers massage his forehead, a tired sigh leaving his lips.

“i don’t know, maybe sorry? do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to be in a public relationship, and your boyfriend decides to flirt with someone else right in front of you, in front of a giant fucking crowd? do you realise how ridiculous that makes me look? of course you don’t! all you care about is you and your shitty image, and what people think about you. ‘cause that’s all that matters, right? and you don’t even see how you’ve done something wrong, you selfish bastard!” i shout, venom laced in my words, my hands balled into fists as they continue to hit his chest, looking to let my anger out in any way that i can.

salty tears cascade down my cheeks as my punches become pathetic and weak, the sound of my sobs taking over. tom grabs my hands gently, attempting to pull me into a hug, his hands stroking my hair. for a second, i almost melt into it, my anger momentarily fading away as he holds me, planting soft kisses on my forehead, whispering small ‘i’m so sorry’s against it. but i roughly pull back, tom’s eyes narrowing in confusion.

“no. you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to hug me and expect me to forgive you. it doesn’t work like that anymore. it shouldn’t take me getting like this.” i trail off, referring to my distraught state - tears cascading down my face, eyes bloodshot, face red, entire body trembling in pure rage. “for you to apologise. i’m tired of this tom, i’m sick and tired of you acting like this. you can’t keep flirting with other people when you have a girlfriend. if you want to break up just fucking say it-”

“what, are you insane? of course i don’t want to break up.” he quickly says, cutting me off.

“sure fucking seems like it. now fuck off and go flirt with some other bitch out there or something, seems like you’re pretty good at it, and i’m sure there’s a line of them already waiting.” i mutter through gritted teeth, looking at him one last time before turning around and walking to the back of the bus, closing the door of our shared bedroom and locking it behind me.

a string of muffled curses can be heard through the door, followed by a few loud bangs as tom’s fists collide with the table. my sobs soon stop, replaced by nothing but pure anger, this settling within the pit of my stomach as i stay locked in the bedroom, listening to the high-pitched screams of the fans still outside, not knowing whether tom has left the tour bus and, in the moment, i no longer care, tired of scolding him for something he clearly doesn’t see an issue with.

༻❦༺

his eyes burn into me from across the bus, the rest of the band discussing something to do with their next show in berlin - this where we are headed from paris. i am sandwiched between bill and gustav, georg sat on the other side of the bus beside tom. neither me or tom are listening to the conversation, too focused on each other, staying silent as i shoot him a nasty glare, not wanting to speak to him after what happened earlier. we hadn’t said a word since i had stormed into the bedroom, staying in there until the rest of the band came back, announcing that we were hitting the road once again.

i had emerged from the bedroom, tom quickly turning in my direction, coming towards me to speak, yet i turned away, walking straight past him, not interested in whatever it was he had to say.

and since that moment, his gaze hadn’t left me, his eyes remaining fixed on my own, filled with a strange mix of anger and regret. he stayed quiet, though, not daring to speak to me, probably knowing deep down that i would just shut him down again. i had always been stubborn, and right now, i stick to that trait, proving that i wouldn’t speak to him unless he actually tried to make an effort, and right now, he was failing miserably.

“we’re gonna head to bed. we’ve had a long day, come on babe.” he announces, looking at me when he says the last part, holding his hand out for me to take, a hint of desperation in his eyes. my jaw clenches in annoyance at the way he speaks for me, making the unshared decision for me, completely aware that i am far too angry to comply. the pet name rolls off his tongue, only fuelling my anger as he says it so nonchalantly, knowing that he is in no position to call me that right now.

“i’m fine here.” i state bitterly, my eyes fixed on the table opposite, refusing to look at him.

i hear him groan loudly, everyone quickly stopping their conversation to look at the pair of us, their eyes flickering to me and tom repeatedly as they sense the tension between us, the entire atmosphere soon becoming awkward. tom still holds his hand out, hoping that i will take it, yet i remain still, my eyes fixed on my lap.

“fucks sake.” he mutters, shaking his head and bringing his hand back to rest at his side, storming through the bus and to our bedroom, closing the door with a rough slam.

we all stay silent, my head turning to look out of the window as i try to act casual, not wanting to create a scene - i had been humiliated enough today. but, everyone else clearly has questions, confused by the clear friction between tom and i, the two of us usually attached at the hip. if it wasn’t for the argument, we would probably be making out on one of the couches, the band becoming used to our PDA. so it is fair to say that they are all shocked, staring at me with raised eyebrows, almost ushering me to speak.

“don’t look at me like that.” i groan, sinking downwards into the couch and covering my face with my hands.

“you and tom don’t act like that everyday.” bill laughs, turning to face me with a slight smile on his face. “what did he do this time?”

“i caught the bastard flirting with some girl, back when you were all signing autographs.” i sigh, my voice low as i avoid tom being able to hear me, feeling the irritation come flooding back to me as if the incident had just happened.

a small gasp escapes bill’s mouth as he covers it with his hands, georg and gustav raising their eyebrows in shock. i smile in satisfaction, glad that i have gotten everyone else to be mad at tom, before sitting up in my seat, ready to pour out my frustration, the wound still fresh.

“and that’s not even the worst fucking part!” i laugh, shaking my head and watching the look of confusion on bill’s face as he wonders how his brother could have possibly made this situation any worse. he nods his head, signalling for me to continue.

“the girl held out a piece of paper with her number on, and he fucking took it!” my voice is raised now, no longer caring if tom can hear me or not.

“oh my god.” bill gasps, shaking his head in utter shock, georg and gustav shooting each other a few awkward glances as i shake my head, gritting my teeth.

“i swear once i see him, i’ll slap the shit out of him! sometimes he’s the biggest asshole i’ve ever met, it’s humiliating to call him my brother.” bill scoffs, his face pasted with a mix of frustration and disbelief, a small smile on his face. his voice is loud, tom definitely able to hear every word.

“and he couldn’t seem to understand why i was so fucking angry with him! i swear he’s such a dick sometimes, like why does he have to be so hot? i swear the most attractive boys are the biggest assholes.” i groan, throwing my head backwards as bill chuckles beside me.

“keep ignoring him.” bill shrugs, a playful smirk tugging on his lips. “it’ll drive him crazy. look how frustrated he is now, he won’t be able to last much longer. the two of you fuck like rabbits.”

i shove him to the side as he continues laughing, my face turning a light shade of red. though he phrases it in an embarrassing way, bill is right. tom is horny literally 24/7. i didn’t think that it was possible for a boy to be so obsessed with sex, until i met tom. at least five times a day, probably more, he needs me, quickies extremely common in our relationship. it had been hours since we had spoke, and he was bound to be craving something, even if he knows i am angry at him, my chances of agreeing next to zero.

“anyways.” bill begins, clearing his throat and standing up. “i’m gonna go to bed, i’m exhausted. i hope you lovebirds resolve it and, if you do, please, at least try to be quiet.”

georg chuckles beside me, quickly closing his mouth once i send him a glare, before turning to face bill once again.

“yeah thanks for that bill, goodnight.” i sigh, giving him a quick hug as georg and gustav follow, leaving me alone in the main area of the bus.

the bus is silent, besides from the low hum of the engine as we travel on the highway, nowhere near our destination yet. much to my frustration, i cannot ignore how tired i am becoming, knowing that i will have to go to bed and face tom, something that i have been avoiding for hours now. i stand up slowly, trudging towards the bedroom, complete silence on the other side.

my hand clutches the door handle, pulling it gently and forcing it open. the room is dark, my eyes squinting to make out tom’s body sprawled across the bed. he is still, yet i can tell by his breathing patterns that he isn’t asleep. i walk over to my suitcase, pulling out a t-shirt and some panties, taking my clothes off and putting them on. i turn back around, noticing that tom has shuffled over to his side of the bed, making room for me. my feet trudge over towards it, silently climbing in, my back facing him as i move to the edge of the bed, as far away from him as possible.

the tension between us both is almost palpable, the air cold and thick as it carries thousands of words left unsaid, the atmosphere strangely awkward. i hated it, wishing that tom wouldn’t have flirted with that girl, knowing that if he hadn’t, we wouldn’t be in this situation. no matter how much i long for things to be okay between us, i stay silent, refusing to make the first move, reluctant to let him get away with this.

“you still mad at me?” tom mumbles from behind me, his voice low and groggy.

i ignore him, rolling my eyes and closing them, trying to fall asleep, not wanting to waste my breath answering such a stupid question. the bed creaks as he turns around, his body now facing my back. i stay still, turned away from him as he tries to get closer, inching towards me.

“you’re being really stubborn you know.” he whispers, much closer to me than he was when he first spoke.

“and you’re being a dick.” i shoot back, my tone cold and unforgiving.

“i know i messed up. but come on schatz, you know that i only want you. she was just a fan, she didn’t mean anything.” he replies, thinking that that is a good enough excuse.

i tut in response, questioning how he can even be serious right now, so oblivious to his mistakes. “looked like it. cause i take people’s numbers who mean nothing to me.”

“her number would’ve ended up in the trash, just like the rest of them.” he repeats, his voice still soft despite my reluctance to accept his apology.

“you still took it tom.” i state, his excuse not good enough for me as i am unable to forget the way he looked at her, actively engaging in whatever she thought she was doing. “you let her touch you, and you were smiling about it. that’s not fair.”

“i was trying to be nice. you know how many girls i see everyday, hm?” he asks, staying quiet as he waits for my answer. i remain silent, my back still facing him. “a lot. hundreds probably. they’re all screaming my name, they’d probably sleep with me in a heartbeat.”

“if you’re trying to make me feel better you’re doing a pretty tragic job.” i snap, failing to understand where he is going with this, the only outcome of his words right now is making me feel insecure, knowing that my boyfriend could leave me at any second, for a girl ten times prettier than i am.

“let me get to the point.” he sighs, gently placing his hand on my shoulder, applying a small amount of pressure and using it to turn me onto my back, allowing him to make eye contact with me. “what i’m saying is i have plenty of opportunities to find someone else. but i haven’t, you want to know why?”

my lack of response invites him to continue as he props himself up beside me, resting his head in his hands.

“they aren’t you. it doesn’t matter how many girls flirt with me, how many people give me their number, it won’t change how much i love you. i get that i messed up today, and i won’t take anyone’s number ever again.” he finishes, leaning in to kiss me.

i stop him, my hand meeting his chest, planted firmly against it. he tilts his head in confusion, most likely at the fact that i haven’t pushed him away completely, his face inches away from my own. rather i have stalled his movements, opening my mouth to speak.

“say it.” i order, still hesitant to believe him, wanting to hear him say the words. though my barriers have worn thin, knowing that it isn’t just me that enjoys tom’s high sex drive, aware that we would’ve fucked at least twice in the space of our argument, becoming sexually frustrated.

“say what?” he asks, attempting to dip his head downwards to kiss me once again. i shake my head, pushing his chest backwards once again.

“that you’re mine. say it, please.” i beg, desperate for his reassurance, unable to ignore the insecurity nagging in my mind once i saw him looking at her, questioning whether i am good enough for him.

“oh baby...” he starts, his voice sympathetic as he almost feels sorry for me, the guilt truly setting in, the realisation of how big of an impact his actions had hitting him quickly. “you know i’m yours, all yours, schatz.”

it is that simple act of reassurance that prompts me to let my walls down, tom wasting no time in connecting his lips with mine, the kiss sloppy and desperate, still filled with passion. his hands move to either side of my head, propping him up as he moves on top of me, his lips moving desperately against mine.

my arms wrap around his neck, moving him closer to me as he deepens the kiss, biting down on my lips gently as i let out a quiet moan, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. his hands find the hem of my t-shirt, moving underneath the soft material as his fingers trace the skin of my back, tracing soft patterns as he lifts me upwards a little, holding me carefully whilst his lips work against mine.

“need you so bad baby.” he mumbles against my lips between kisses. “you gonna let me fuck you, yeah?”

i nod vigorously in response, humming lowly, cupping his face and continuing to kiss him. he smiles against my lips, happy with my lack of refusal, his hands gradually inching upwards, dragging my shirt from my frame at an agonisingly slow pace, his fingers running over the skin, my body shivering at his touch.

he pulls back for a second, only to lift my shirt over my head, smirking once he realises that i am wearing no bra, my upper half completely on show.

“all mine, yeah?” he groans, cupping my boobs in his hands, his fingers running over my nipples and squeezing them a little, a low whine escaping from my lips. “only i can touch these, right beautiful?”

just as much as i want to hear him say that he is mine, knowing that i belong to him brings me just as much satisfaction, wanting him to take my body, every inch of it, and claim it as his own. i hum in response, lost in the way his hands toy with my breasts, soon replaced by his mouth as his lips run over them, biting, sucking, anything that he can do to draw noise out of me.

“that’s it baby. let me hear those pretty sounds.” he coos, applying more pressure with his mouth as my hands reach for his head, pushing it downwards a little, encouraging him to carry on.

the coldness of his lip ring stings the skin, the sensation along with his teeth nibbling providing a dangerously addictive mix of pain and pleasure, though i cannot help but long for more, the way my hands clutch onto him, my quick and desperate breaths showing him what i really want.

“please…” i whine, reaching downwards to fiddle with the waistband of his boxers, these the only thing in my way, his body already bare as he usually sleeps in only his underwear, this playing to my advantage right now.

“shhhh, patience my love. tell me what you want, use your words baby.” he ushers, his head coming upwards from my chest to peck my lips a few times, waiting for me to verbalise my needs, knowing that he won’t proceed until i do.

“need you inside me...please.” i whine out, my cheeks turning a light shade of pink, slightly embarrassed at my desperation, though it only seems to encourage tom more, a smile creeping across his lips.

“good girl, since you asked so nicely…” he trails off, tugging his boxers down, his dick springing upwards, hitting his lower abdomen. the sight itself is almost enough to make me cum on the spot, longing to feel his length moving in and out of me, desperate for him to ruin me in every way possible.

he returns to his position on tom of me, hooking the strings of my panties around his fingers, maintaining eye contact as he slowly rakes them downwards, letting them pool at my feet.

he takes his finger, running it slowly down my folds, collecting my wetness, my eyes falling shut at the feeling. “all this for me, hm?”

he smiles downwards at me, dipping his finger into my entrance a few times, watching the way my face twists in pleasure, unable to handle his teasing. he brings his finger upwards, now glistening with my wetness, opening his mouth and licking it clean, a low groan sounding from the back of his throat.

“taste so good schatz.” he mutters, removing his finger from his mouth, bringing it towards my own, slowly running it down my lips, coating them with his saliva, letting them spring back into place, my breathing quickening at his actions, way beyond desperate now - i need to feel him.

he senses this, taking his hand and moving my legs apart, getting between them, pumping his dick in his hands a few times, his mouth falling open. a quiet whine escapes his lips, this soon reciprocated once he positions himself at my entrance. my eyes close, squeezing shut when i feel his tip enter me, already stretching me out as i clench my walls, moaning at the feeling. my hands fly to his back, gripping harshly, nails digging into the skin a little, yet he didn’t seem to mind.

he continues to push into me, inaudible groans sounding from the back of his throat as he manages to keep his eyes open, studying my expression, watching my mouth fall open.

“doing so good baby…you can take it, fuck-” he grunts, continuing to slowly push his way into me, feeling the way my walls stretch out, struggling to become accustomed to his size. with one final thrust of his hips, he bottoms out as i hiss in a sickly mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling his tip hit that spot inside of me.

i open my eyes, tom’s face a few inches apart from my own, a proud smirk etched upon his lips. i nod my head, signalling for him to move, the pain soon subsiding. he wastes no time, pulling his hips backwards, his dick almost fully out of me, before slowly sliding it back inside.

“ohhhhh…” he groans out, throwing his head backwards, tongue swiping over his lips, his hands finding their way to my hips, squeezing the flesh. he uses them to snap his pelvis backwards, a small whine leaving my lips at the emptiness, yet the feeling is temporary once he moves back inside at a much faster pace.

once he senses that i am comfortable, he picks up a faster pace, his thrusts quick and sharp, hitting all the right spots inside of me. with a small change in angle, his tip drills against my g-spot, repeatedly hitting it as a chorus of loud moans spill from my lips, chest heaving up and down in pure pleasure. my nails continue to claw down his back, tom hissing at the feeling, yet he chuckles lowly, using the pain to encourage his movements, plunging into me deeper than before, so deep that i can almost feel him in my stomach.

my lips attach themself to his neck, biting harshly at the skin, sucking after for a moment, repeating the motion all over his neck, leaving small purple marks in place of my lips, running my tongue over them after.

“just like that, show them who i belong to.” he mutters, groaning lowly as my lips continue to work on his neck, hitting the sensitive spots that only i know, his body something that i can pleasure better than anyone else, aware of all the places that elicit sounds slightly louder than usual. i pull back, my lips stuttering against his neck once he circles his hips, discovering an entirely new angle as my head plunges into the pillow.

his eyes drift downwards, looking at where we are attached, proudly watching his dick move in and out of me. his hand grabs my face, forcing me to watch his cock move into me, emerging and disappearing at a fast pace, a sadistic smirk tugging on his lips once he notices my eyes roll back in pleasure. he squeezes my cheeks a little, returning my focus to where our bodies meet, watching in awe at the same time.

“you feel that baby, hm?” he asks, using his free hand to firmly press against my abdomen, further showing the outline of his cock moving in and out of me, so deep that it is visible in my stomach. “you see it? that’s all for you. all of it schatz, it’s all yours.”

i moan in response as he release his hold on my face, allowing me to throw it backwards, my eyes squeezing shut as the familiar knot begins to form in my stomach, my walls clenching around him. he grunts as i do so, taking my legs and wrapping them around his waist, drawing him even deeper into me as i can feel every part of him moving inside of me. i can no longer speak, unable to let him know that i am close, instead i squeeze his upper arms tightly, watching the way his muscles flex with each strong movement.

“i know baby, you’re doing so well. just hold on a little longer for me. can you do that?” he breathes out, speeding up his thrusts, chasing his own release as i nod my head, restraining myself from cumming, knowing that i won’t be able to last much longer.

he reaches downwards, his finger moving to rub slow circles on my clit, my mouth falling open as the pleasure becomes too much, my climax seconds away, tom knowing exactly what he is doing.

“don’t cum yet, hold it.” he says, removing his fingers from my clit, instead moving his head towards my boobs, planting rough, open mouthed kisses there, his tongue running over the skin soon after to soothe it.

“i- i can’t.” i breathe out, clenching against his dick to try stop myself from cumming, kissing his lips desperately, doing anything to stop myself. he kisses back, my moans muffled into the kiss. his thrusts start to become sloppy, choked moans sounding from his throat, signalling that he has reached his climax.

“fuck- cum for me. let go baby.” he demands as my orgasm washes over me, vision fading as i grip the sheets, my knuckles turning white. his own release soon follows, spurts of his hot cum shooting into me, his hips snapping against me as he fucks it into me, his head falling backwards, a string of curses leaving his mouth, his dick twitching as he continues to work through his release.

small whimpers fall from his lips, his name a mantra as i moan it over and over again, his dick still moving in and out of me at a slow pace, riding out our highs as he whispers words of praise, his hands running up and down my sides. he stops his movements, his body falling on top of me, his dick remaining inside of me.

he cups my cheeks, slowly capturing my lips in a soft kiss, moving his lips tiredly against mine. he pulls away, his breath fanning against my face, remaining inches away from mine as he slowly pulls out, a low groan leaving his lips. i whine at the emptiness, longing to feel him inside me again.

his hands run through my hair, fingers untangling any knots within it as we lay silently, our heavy breathing all to be heard throughout the room. he kisses my shoulder repeatedly, my eyes slowly falling shut.

“you did so well baby, fuck. so good for me.” he praises, his voice low and lethargic. “meine liebe, only mine.

i smile lazily at his words, humming in response, my body too tired to form proper words as i soon drift off to sleep, any insecurities that i had now long gone, fading away as tom holds me, his eyes closing seconds later.

requests are open! keep sending them in!!

[yurinaa-world]

Hihihi!!! If its okay with you, could I please request an x reader with Dan Heng, Jing Yuan and Blade (platonically!) thats like the Collector from The Owl House? The readers a star child and has this kind of like sun and moon appearance and have a very childish personality !

Heres a link to the Collectors character if you haven't seen the show!

https://www.google.com/url?q=https://theowlhouse.fandom.com/wiki/The_Collector&sa=U&ved=2ahUKEwj_mK_wk_uEAxXVzDQHHWLKAwcQFnoECBoQAQ&usg=AOvVaw0h5oA7-5fony5qDSTZ04Jn

Please take your time when writing this, and if you feel unmotivated or don't want to, please ignore this 🫶 tysm!!!!

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade !platonic x Gender-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that's like the collector

𝒲𝒶𝓇���𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

You follow him around wherever you go, waiting for him to finish doing his work. When he’s done you drag him away to play with you.

You’ve played every game together and now you're kind of bored. Until Dan Heng comes back from his mission to this new planet with a game! Now you two can more fun

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Ugh, you're so bored. You don't know what to do anymore. Hanging upside down is the only thing you’re doing. Just feeling the dizziness slowly creeping in, giving you a slight headache. Just waiting for something to happen.

“I got you a gift.”

You see Dan Heng walk in front of you, seeing him holding a bag in one hand, making you immediately jump down to see what he got! “What is it!”

You smile brightly while he gives you the bag. Pulling out a…board game! A new one. 

“Woah! I've never seen this one before! You’ve gotta teach me how to play.”

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

He's the type to only let you win sometimes…if he’s feeling generous about even letting you get past half the board before striking all your pieces down. 

Oh don’t pout, it's just that he’s lucky today. Maybe you might have a chance in the next round.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Checkmate.”

Your eyes go wide when you see Jing Yuan get rid of your chess piece, leaving you the loser of this short round. “Ugh, I thought I was going to win!” You begin to sulk a little at this outcome.

“You must think more outside the box.”

He pokes your forehead, making you gently caress it and comfort it with your hands. “Outside the box?” You sigh

 “I’m always thinking outside, how much more?” 

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

I just know this man secretly loves kids (Ignore Yanqing). He has a soft spot in his ice-cold heart. Beside that soft spot is pettiness. You ain't winning that game Monopoly, he doesn't care if you want to win so badly, you’re going to have to accept the cruel world.

When you complain to him in that high-pitched voice, it just makes him cover his mouth to not laugh at your face. He might ruffle your hair and mess it up just to see you get red-faced.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Go to jail.”

You just stare at that stupid card as Blade is watching and waiting for you to move your piece into the jail zone. “No way.” You huff putting your piece into the jail space monopoly board while grinding your teeth before handing the dice.

But now you’re tired! Glaring and seething at dice as you get no doubles while Blade’s made it four times around the board, bought out most places, and maxed them all out.

You start to get restless watching him roll and land his piece, yet nothing happens to him. You snatch the dice and roll…only to get no double!! “I give up.” You whisper and pout, gripping at your hair, only to see him grinning at you.

“What? I can hear you.”

You feel embarrassed, before reluctantly saying it again yet even more quietly “I give up”

“What I can’t hear-“

“I give up, okay!

if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

[whosthere54]

My notes on the Quixis Answers stream!

- all bleeding eyes pointing back to Icarus

- look about mid 20s icarus genuinely over resets 40-50 years true for every character

- No creation powers because they are not “all them” they have pieces of the other sherberts in them. No creation powers because they aren’t them, hesitation because they aren’t them.

- bound is last one standing in the infinite hall of portals

- Midas fully believes that they will die with their world BUT THEY DONT (and they’re totally okay with that)

- REO WAS QUIXIS (They do not remember their time as quixis)

- THE THINGS allowed glitches (we were The inciting incident) THE REAL WORKD GLITCHES INTO FABLE

- THE THINGS THAT TALKED TO THEM USED TO BE BIRDS RHAJFJSIFJR

- WERE THE REASON THEY WERE ABLE TO REMEMBER THE RESETS

- Were rifts in those things WE TALK AS THINGS THAT DONT EXIST WERE RIFTS IN THE REALITY

- Fable can’t be streamed anymore because the glitches will hurt that world

- CHARLES IS FROM THE WORLD OF THE FIRST EVER QUIXIS BECAUSE THEY TRIED TO TAKE HIM TO THE WORLDPORT WITH THEM BUT IT DIDNT WORK SO THEYRE AN ENTITY NOW

M U L T I V E R S A L C O N S T A N T

SO THEYRE NEVER ALONE (ILL CRY)

- Midas is from a dystopian utopia (I CARE SO MUCH)

- Midas had a fable and isla, Athena Centross, Caspian, Jamie

- ILL YELL ABOUT THEIR SHOW

- Real older than Midas (Idk if they said specifically said on that show idea or if that was cannon so I wrote it down anyways cause I care)

- SORRY MIDAS SINGING NEVER LOVE AN ANCHOR ABOUT ICARUS ILL YELL ABIUT IT

- The tiktok account how did I not know-

- World rebuild themselves

- Townhall board - whiteboard (in quixian)

- Every sherb has to wake up in their bed, theirs is their desk.

- WHEN THEY MOVED THE DUPLICATE HOUSE SHOWED UP (They mention again that it was the opposite X and Y coords opposite positive and negative)

- THATS WHY THE OFFICE BEDS GLITXHED

- THE ORANGE DIMENSION WASNT ALWAYS ORANGE

- THE SYNDACATE CMV HELP

- The vods being matched to the auras

- The outside cannon was the only one I hadn’t caught

- Their browser being yellow and brown lolol

- MCCR SHERB - EVENT SHEB AJAX SICJSIJFJSCJISJCJSJCJDJGIF

-guys I care about Ajax so much

- Hypixel Sherb - 2 different eye colors bleeding yellow TubNet bleeding smth I didn’t catch that

- Icarus was always pulled to the worldport when gone across dimensions. Hypixel to TubNet Eye glitch because of the change in dimensions

- Reo is the most okay with being alone because he just finished being quixis and is used to it (I CARE SM)

NOTES IN THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT ART

- things disappear reappear swap places things places spaces change time does not (smth like that)

- CAME FROM UNDER MY SKIN I CARE

- The concept of having to ascend to do things right and fix things I hold it in my hands

- “Are you in ic has feelings? No…”

- THE ART

- THE LONGER YOU SOEND IN THE WORLDPORT THE MORE COLOR DRAINS FROM YOU

- B I R D I E

- THE PRISON SCAR I CARE SO MUCH

- GLOWING WING EARS THE BELOVED

- LIL BABY IN A LIK WAR UNIFORM ILL SOB

- Midas did not die or go back to their destroyed world.

- THE HAIR IS NORMAL AGAIN

- Gray eyes

- WE HAVE TI WAIT AND SEE WHERE THEY ARE

SCALE :

1 - Denial (Hardcore sherb farthest from denial)

2 - Asshole (Kurt farthest from asshole)

- Sherbverse is a metaphor

- Not a System

- Parallel to what it is like to be a system

- 1 full CMV 2 Mini CMVs coming out and lots more sherbeverse content <3

- Sherbeverse section of the discord

- May have something to do with the Ven epilogue 👀👀

- #SQCU :0

[slvthrs]

STARBOY | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

your dealer is the only constant in your life but that doesn’t mean he’s the best

DRUG DEALER!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, use of drugs, degradation n praise kink, pet names, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), car sex, choking, mentions of anxiety if you squint bit of grinding

word count: 2.6k

authors note: this is inspired by the weeknd song ‘starboy’

The sound of me and my friends rushing around inside my friends house is deafening, Max and Chloe are clearly drunk from pre-game drinking and lip-syncing Weeknd songs with the majority of the lyrics coming out as slurring. Ellie and Ross are in a corner trying to smoke without someone interrupting them whilst Bowie is making out with some random guy he found on the bus who clearly is on some sorta substance. 

We are supposed to be ready to go to a party at my friend Venus’ house but at this pace the only one ready is Alex who is always ready an hour before we go anywhere. I’ve finished my makeup already but I’m currently deciding between 2 outfits- a black leather skirt and a waistcoat top that shows too much cleavage to be modest (but modesty is never my goal) or denim flare pants and a cropped corset top. In the end I end up wearing the skirt but with ripped panty hose and the cropped corset top along with my favorite pair of chunky black boots and a considerable amount of silver jewelry to match with my earrings.

When I’m done changing I fluff up my hair and smudge up my eye makeup a little and put on my black mask to walk out of my room to hear Chloe wolf whistle at me who's clearly drunk out of her mind. We quickly grab our phones and ID’s and head out to find a cab. 

As my friends wail for a cab I’m busy texting my dealer- the same dealer I’ve had for years and the only one person who's never abandoned me.

vinnieee

Are you fucking drunk already?

srop being such a bitch

*stop

r u coming to venus’ house party 

Yeah I’ll be where I always am, come find me okay?

yeah yeah see u in a b it loseer

I smile and put my phone in my corset and step into the cab my friends found. We give the driver the location of the house and I put my headphones in and shuffle to some Tupac hoping that the drive will be quicker. 

We get out of the car and I immediately pull out my joint and a lighter and light it. We walk into the house to be met with booming music and my friends being pulled away from me as I instinctually walk to the back of the house and into a small room that only a few people know where it’s located- including Vinnie.

I walk in and find Vinnie sitting on a couch, manspreading, with his phone in one hand and bottle of beer in another and I find myself sitting right next to him waiting for him to acknowledge me.

“Hi princess,” He says while putting his phone back in his pocket and bringing the bottle to his lip and taking a swig. I wait and watch the way his arms flex and his Adam apple bob as he swallows the drink.

I flop my head to the side letting it rest on the back of the couch and let myself take in his outfit. It's a black Gorillaz shirt with black boyfriend jeans and some shoes that I can’t really tell in the dark, but my eyes drop to the rings on his fingers- a skull one, a cross (ironic) and a heart on with an eye in it, all silver. I locate the final piece of his outfit: a simple silver chain. 

He notices me staring, “You gonna say hi or keep checking me out sweetheart?” He raises his eyebrow and meets my gaze- fuck i’m not slick when I’m high.

“God you're so cocky- I was not checking you out Vinnie” I retorted trying to look as truthful as possible.

He pulls the joint from my hand and rolls over so his back is on the couch rather than his side and he takes a puff while throwing his hands that are closest to me behind my back, “I’m not cocky I just know when someones checking me out- and don’t call me Vinnie”

“Okay ‘Hacker’”, I try to say in the most condescending tone I can muster, “Hacker is such a dumb name to go by Vinnie it’s cooler than ‘Hacker’”

He chuckles, “It’s not meant to be cool I just don’t want random druggies to know my real name” he scrunches his nose- it’s kinda cute.

“But like why did you pick your last name that’s so fucking stupid and it reminds me of dumb fraternity guys” I pout

He moves his face so it's right in front of mine and his hot air is fanning over my face, “Whatever baby, ‘Hacker’ ‘Vinnie’, your still gonna be screaming one name by the end of the night” He says flashing his canines

I push against his chest, “That’s so fucking corny oh my lord, your such a loser” I say while his lips remain inches from mine

He cocks his eyebrow, “Yeah, I’m such a loser”, he stretches, “Wait, why are you here did you want something” 

“Oh uh yeah like 5 grams of coke or something like that” I ask, I don’t know why but asking for drugs is kinda embarrassing.

“Yeah sure come with me” He says, pulling my hands from our little room oasis to where the actual party is and I can hear ‘Starboy’ playing so instead of following Vinnie I pull him to the dance floor.

“What the fuck, what are we-” I cut him off by throwing my hands over his shoulder

“Shut up Vinnie, just listen to the song, it’s basically your life verbatim” I sway us to the beat of the song while he listens intently. 

“Huh it kinda is like my life- you were right” His hands end up on my waist as he sways us around the dance floor and adds a spin here and there.

We nearly forget what we need to do when Vinnie snaps me out of my trance, “Wait we have stuff to do” and he pulls me outside to his car.

It's some sort of black 4 seater. It looks expensive but then again I don’t know shit about cars, it has a red interior- his dealer job definitely pays off it looks like a car those sugar daddies drive.

We end up sitting in the back with our knees touching, and Vinnie is rummaging through a black duffle bag and comes out with a tiny bag of white powder.

I lean over and grab the bag and plant a kiss on his cheek ignoring the way it almost immediately gets dusted in a layer of pink. 

“Vinnie have I told you how much I love you”, I express while rummaging through my corset to find money, before he places his hand on mine and stops mine from moving.

“It’s on the house as long as you do a line with me” He says with a smirk.

I scoff and pull out the middle cup holder and grab my ID and open the tiny bag to make sure I don’t tear it and pour 2 lines and fix them with my ID and finger.

He snorts the first line closing one of his nostrils and dragging his nose along the line and inhaling. When he's done he makes a sound of exasperation and leans his head on the car seat. I copy his actions by snorting the line and leaning my head on the car seat, I close my eyes and just sit in silence for a bit- a comfortable silence letting the buzz of the coke settle in my head giving me a burst of adrenaline.

When I open my eyes I’m met with Vinnie checking me out, he does it alot but this time it’s a lot less subtle. His eyes dragged over my skin and stopped at my face. 

I close the divider between us and shuffle into his personal space, “Hey big man whatcha lookin at?”

“Your really pretty”, He says it a lot but I don’t know why he never says it sober, “I know idiot, you say it a lot” and his face leans closer to mine

I bite the inside of my cheek, he’s so close to kissing me but I’m so conflicted. If I kiss him, what if he hates it, what if I ruin our friendship, what if? But my stronger, reckless, impulsive side wins and I lean into kissing his lips with a haste peck.

And he doesn’t do anything.

Why isn’t he doing anything?

What's wrong?

Did I read the situation wrong?

Oh no I fucked up?

What if-

All my thoughts come to a halt when his hand lands under my chin grabbing it and pulling me to kiss him. I lean further into the kiss when he grabs my legs and throws them over his so I’m straddling his lap now. We keep making out as I grind onto his lap, but when I make a particular motion he throws his head back with a low groan.

This gives me the perfect moment to latch onto his neck and start sucking hickies while his hands flip up my skirt and start grabbing my ass. 

“Oh fuck that feels so good keep going” I keep sucking and roll my hips on his lap

With one last hickey I pull back and try to catch my breath, panting in heavy breaths. 

His hands return to waistband of my skirt and they start toying with the edge whilst he moves his head right next to my ear, “You sure you want this, tell me when to stop”

I just nod and he flips me onto the car seat while pulling my skirt down and he pulls his pants down so he’s just left in his boxer- thank the lord his windows are tinted.

“Wait Vinnie one sec” I sit up and I undo my corset letting it fall off me along with my phone, airpods, and lighter which were held in my corset. 

“Jesus how do you not end up so uncomfortable when having your entire purse in your shirt?”, He chuckles while I just laugh and shake my head

I pull him in for a kiss while pawing at his shirt, “Mmph Vinnieee take your shirt off” I pout

“You're so bossy” He rolls his eyes but pulls his shirt off so I can move my hand across his chest and let it run along his toned body.

His head dips down to my tits and he starts leaving love bites all over them whilst I play with his hair but I’m getting really impatient

“Vinnie” I whisper, 

“Yeah doll” He replies

“You can be rough if you want” And as I finish that breathy sentence it’s like a spark ignites in him

He takes his cock out of his boxers and he pumps it up a bit and lines it up with my hole,“Oh can I now” and as soon as he finishes his taunt he slams his cock into me and sets an unrelenting pace.

Every thrust hits my deepest spots and makes my entire body loosen up. He hovers over me and presses chaste kisses all along my body and he focuses on my collarbones and shoulders biting and licking them, it's bound to leave marks for days.

His fingers finally find my clit and a pool of heat starts to form in my belly, his hands move in synchronicity with his dick, they go in circles and they press on my clit causing me to moan loud enough for people outside to hear me.

And that’s when I remember that we’re outside and if anyone walked past the car they would hear me moaning and the car shaking. 

I quickly use my hand to cover my mouth to prevent me from any form of embarrassment. But I’m quickly met with a sound of disapproval from Vinnie.

“Nuh-uh I want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for me, my little slut” That almost sends me over the edge, the words turning me into putty, smooth enough for him to mold however he wants me. I’ve given up full control of my body at this point, his pinning my hands above my head and I’m not going to do anything to stop him.

He keeps rucking into me, while one of his hands is pinning my hands, the other one is leaving feather touches all along my body making me feel like I’m on fire- I really hope he doesn’t notice I’m burning up.

As he keeps pounding into me I arch into him trying to chase my own release. I’m starting to squeeze around him more and I know he can tell because he’s let go of my hands and places both of them on my hips putting enough pressure on there so we both know it's going to leave bruises.

The mixture of pure ecstasy of sex and the high of cocaine sends a rush od addrenaline into me. I’ve had sex high before but never with Vinnie and never with someone as good as Vinnie.

One of his hands leaves my hip and ends up next to my head caging me in. I’ve always loved his hands, they’re bigger than mine and when they flex over his steering wheel and how they almost cover my entire face,

I wonder what it's like to have them on my neck…

I want them on my neck

I need them on my neck

So I tilt my head back and bat my eyelashes up at him hoping he’ll figure out what I want, but luck is never in my favor and he doesn’t realize what I want, so I grab his hand and place it on my neck looking back up at him,

“Are you sure baby?” He whispers

“Please” I try to come off as reassuring but it just comes out breathy

That’s all the reassuring he needs and he quickly squeezes my throat. It feels so fucking good, I roll my eyes to the back of my head and arch into his chest, I don’t see stars all I see is him hovering over me with a dumb smile and I think that if I were to die right now I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

After what seems like an eternity of no air he lets go and oxygen floods into my body as I tip my head back.

I can see him chuckling, “You're such a slut oh my lord”, while he keeps thrusting into me.

I don’t know why but he picks up my legs and throws them over my shoulder so when he thrusts into me he’s hitting deeper into me and he hit the back of my cervix

I stumble out a collection of swears and moans and I’m so close to reaching my peak and Vinnie knows it it because he’s picking up his pace and circling my clit like his life depends on it,

“C’mon doll cum for me scream out my name” and that’s what tips me over the edge my entire body comes undone and I cum screaming out his name for everyone in the parking lot to hear letting my head rest.

He come not far after with a few more thrusts, he doesn’t slip out we both the lay there on top of each other just letting the moment sink in

His weight is on top of me while I brush through his hair. I relax a bit if I were to spend my whole life with Vinnie, would that be so bad?

[dollfaceksj]

NO FOREPLAY IS SICKKKK I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS

🤭🤭 here you go then!

can’t afford love | myg (m) #3

⋆ TAGLIST ⋆

⇠ PREV. ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ⇢

“he needs to eat dinner at 5pm and his antibiotics are in the little pocket on the inside of his bag,” you ramble as you hand your mother your son. “he had breakfast at 8, lunch at 12. he–”

“yes, yes,” she says as she swats your hands away and takes her grandson. “oh, my baby. sick and tired, aren’t you, baby?” she coos, snatching jun’s bag from your hands.

“i’ll pick him up tomorrow evening, alright?” you say with a deep sigh and rub his back while he hugs your mother

“yeah, that’s fine.” she kisses his cheeks and turns to you. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“mom,” you whine, “don’t give him too much sugar and put him in bed by 9pm. i’m serious!”

“yeah, yeah, yeah.” she dismisses you with a wave of her hand

you sigh quietly and give one last kiss to jun before giving your mom one and then waving, heading back to your car

you wave at jun from your car and get into the car before driving back home

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

you take an everything shower, scrubbing all nooks and crannies, getting rid of body hair

not that yoongi ever cared

you do it for you.

you dry your body and do your hair

apply some light makeup

you wear a black teddy with a buttoned crotch for easy access and wrap your body in a silk bathrobe before you start cooking

you’re not sure if he’ll have eaten by the time he gets here

and you also need to eat!

so you’ll cook for YOURSELF.

of course… no other reason

time is so damn slow

but by the time you’re finished

7:30pm

you take your time tidying up around the place

applying perfume

applying some cuticle oil to your cuticles, checking your manicure

soft nude square nails

you brush your teeth

trying to do anything to pass the time

and then

your phone buzzes

your heart is beating out of control

you check

text message

from: yoongi

‘Be there in 5.’

AH.

why are u nervous?

chill

you’ve done this before.

just

CHILL.

you impatiently wait on your couch, staring at some random show that’s playing on your tv

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

it’s been 10 minutes since he sent that message, that piece of sh–

and like a gag in a sitcom, the doorbell rings

ah shit.

SHIT.

you take a deep breath and rise to your feet

chill. just RELAX.

you walk up to your front door and take another deep breath before opening up

and there he is, grey sweatpants, grey hoodie

the hood of his shirt over his head, hiding his black locks

fuck he looks good

you stare up at him, swallowing your nerves

“hey,” he quietly says

“hi.” you step aside to invite him in

he walks in and kicks his shoes off, looking around

“so, how have you b–”

“i didn’t invite you over for small talk,” you mumble as you close the door behind him and start heading down the corridor into your room

an exhale escapes him but he quickly follows close behind you

you walk into your bedroom and suddenly start getting more and more nervous

“you just wanna jump right into it?” he asks, uncertain

you turn to look at him, watching as he closes the door behind him and glances at you before tugging the hood off his head and revealing his beautiful hair

“i’m just doing what i think is best,” you mumble as you untie your bathrobe to reveal some of your body underneath but leave it on

his eyes instantly drop to your body, eyes staring at the strip of your lingerie and body that you’ve decided to reveal to him

your body is set on fire under his gaze

until he chuckles

what the fuck?

“what?”

“nothing.” he shrugs his shoulders. “just didn’t think you’d wear lingerie for me.”

fuck

you scoff, “i didn’t wear it for you.”

be serious.

he laughs this time as he starts closing the distance between you two and it all shoots a tingle right down your core

“no? why did you wear it, then?”

you almost choke as you try to moisturize your dry throat by swallowing quickly. “for me. feeling sexy turns me on.”

he slowly nods and moves his hand up to your arm, slowly tugging your bathrobe off one shoulder. “so, you didn’t wear this piece because it’s my favorite, then?”

fuck

“is it?” you glance down at the black teddy you specifically wore because it’s his favorite. “that’s coincidental.”

you’re a shit fucking liar.

“hm,” he hums and plays with the fabric of your bathrobe, his eyes glued to his fingers. “and you also didn’t do your hair cause i like it like that, right?”

you huff. “you’re delusional.”

😂😂😂(youtotallydid)😂😂😂

his lips twitch and you can only describe it as him trying to stifle a smirk. “if you say so, baby.”

you scowl at him. “what did i say about sweet talking?”

he chuckles and tugs your bathrobe further off your shoulders, letting it drop to your ankles. “i just called you ‘baby’, relax. scared to realize you never fell out of love with me?”

“you fucking wish,” you mumble as you instantly cross your arms over you chest, a subtle attempt at hiding your body from him

he leans down, face closing in on yours and just as you think he’s about to kiss you, he buries his face in your neck

“you still smell so fucking good.” his lips graze the skin of your neck and it sends a shiver up your spine

he knows how much you love neck kisses

damn him.

“i thought i told you no kissing,” you mumble but make no efforts to stop him, on the contrary, you tilt your head to the side to give him more access

he starts pressing soft kisses to your neck. “i’m not kissing you, i’m kissing your body.”

you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes

“will you let me touch you?” he asks, lips now grazing your earlobe

“yeah,” you let out in a breathy tone, sounding desperate as fuck

his hands find their way to your waist as he turns you around

the simple touch of his hands on your waist electrifies your entire body

you continue to press your arms into your chest, hiding your body

he doesn’t seem to notice as he starts pushing you back towards the bed

once your calves hit the side of your bed, you plop down and look up at him through your lashes

he tilts your chin up to look at him with his index finger. “i’ve missed this view, you have no idea.”

he really needs to stop talking before you pathetically beg him to come back home

you were serious when you set up those rules

“stop talking.” you move further back on your mattress. “and get rid of those,” you mumble as you point at his clothes

he simply chuckles as he rids himself of his hoodie and sweatpants, leaving himself standing there in his boxers

your eyes rake over his body

the strength you need to fight the urge to stretch your arm out and slide it down his chest to his stomach could be used to split a cliff

he reaches for the buttons holding your teddy together at the bottom, snapping them open which causes you to gasp quietly

he glances down at your exposed pussy, a frown creeping on his brows

“what?” you mumble, thighs clenching as you try to close them

suddenly feeling

extremely insecure

he keeps them open using his hands and glances up at you. “you don’t look prepared at all.”

fuck

he’s right

you were so busy getting ready, doing your makeup, shaving, showering, doing your hair that you completely forgot to prep yourself

“i,” you pause. “it’s the nerves.”

he sighs and glances down again. “i can’t stick it in like this, y/n, you know that.”

you stay quiet, silently staring up at him.

“i know you said no foreplay but–”

you cut him off. “and i meant it.”

he sighs silently and rubs his forehead.

he moves your teddy further up your stomach but you instantly stop him from exposing any more of your skin

he looks up at you with a frown. “what are you doing?”

you shake your head and tug the fabric back down to cover more of your stomach. “nothing.”

he stares at you and lets out a sigh of exasperation. “y/n, i’ve seen and memorized every inch of your skin. why are you hiding it from me?”

you grunt in response but he’s clearly not budging without an answer

“just because, okay? i just don’t want anyone to look at the scars and the stretch marks, they are just–”

“scars and stretchmarks?” he hunches over to stare at you head-on. “the scars and stretchmarks that are there as proof of you sacrificing your body for my son?” he asks. “the c-section scar that exists because you got sliced open to bring my child to life?”

you have nothing to say

you just stare at him for a while in silence, a slight pinch between your brows

and instantly, you’re reminded of the complications during jun’s birth

jun had stayed in the womb too long, he was overdue

didn’t want to come out

to the point it had gotten dangerous for him

you were told you needed an emergency c-section

or else jun could pass away in the womb due to the lack of oxygen supply

staying in your womb too long messed with his immune system and it’s the reason why jun is sick so often

yoongi climbs onto the bed, settling in between your thighs

“you think i give a single fuck about that?” then, he snatches the teddy further up again, exposing your body to him. before you can protest, he lowers himself even more and kisses the skin on your stomach

you slightly squirm under him, especially since he’s dangerously close to your exposed sex

but your thoughts are erased when you realize he’s kissing

your

c-section

scar

and your heart almost shatters in your chest

“my wife or not, you’re still the mother of my child. i’ll kiss the fucking ground you walk on as thanks for giving me my son.” he shakes his head as he glances down at your sex. “scars and stretchmarks,” he scoffs. “absolutely insane.”

you huff in response, hiding your eyes by draping your arm over the upper part of your face

it’s quiet for a little while

until you hear him sighing

“will you let me eat you out?” he asks, hand gently stroking up and down your thigh

“uh,” you mutter, palms starting to get clammy

fuck

well, what do u do now?? you said no foreplay and you were serious but….

“hey,” he calls out to you.

you look down to meet his eyes.

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to but i’m not going to hurt you by being hasty or because you’re stubborn. i’ll just get up and leave and we can try again tomorrow.”

FUCK.

you know damn well it’ll only be a matter of time before you’re head over heels for him again if you start breaking those rules you set up

what now?

to be continued.

⇠ PREV. ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ⇢

— enjoyed it? you can always show your appreciation by buying me some coffee if you want ☕︎♡

— follow me on twitter and instagram for free exclusive content like sneak peeks, scrapped content, brain storming and to better interact with me ♧♡

— 🍀

@pamzn @jknoah @ahgasegotarmy116 @jaiuneamesolitaiire @rrrapmonste-rr @teddytaee @pnkmyg @yoongallery @agustdswifey @purp13st4r @busanstarkoo @busanboykoo @llallaaa @kookssecret @p34rluv @xumyboo @jojowantstocry @minjenna @codeinebelle @Futuristiclovedreamland @rirushu @taegicity @namgihours @ultminyoongi @swinterr @butterymin @partyparty-yah @bettybloop @secfir @coffeedepressionsoup

[squinch-depraved]

Hey Wennie! Just wanted to say that you’re so talented at writing and I appreciate you sm. <3

Also could you maybe do more feederism stuff? Could it maybe be that Schlatt is the feeder this time? only if you want to of course!!! Thank you sm for everything<333

hihi apparently a lot of u are into my feederism shit so here u go !!

schlatt smoothed your hair lovingly, ignoring your whines about how heavy he was on top of you. the bowl of leftover halloween candy to your right sat there ominously, just waiting for him to reach in and shove whatever he picked out down your throat.

“i told you not to buy this much,” he bragged as he traced your jawline. “knew we weren’t gonna get enough trick-or-treaters to give out all that junk. now you gotta eat it like you said you would.”

“schlatt, i was joking when i agreed to that,” you pleaded with him. “i-i can’t stomach that whole bowl!!”

“nah, not the whole bowl. just until i get bored.” he extended his hand and grabbed a few pieces, unwrapping one and forcing it into your mouth unceremoniously. “you better swallow every last one.”

you nodded, uneasy, as you chewed, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to prove it was gone once you were done. all that earned you was another chocolate on your tongue as he closed your mouth with his hand and watched you chew again.

“good slut,” he murmured once the second one was gone. swiftly, he unwrapped the third and popped it into your mouth again, reaching to grab more candies once you started eating it. “gonna get you so full for me. you’re gonna taste so sweet when i kiss you.” his voice was full of praise, of course, but there was a concealed note of something more sinister in it.

“mmfghh, schlatt,” you moaned once you finished. he just smirked and stuffed another candy between your lips. sweet after sweet he forced down your throat, only giving you a moment to compose yourself when you started shifting uncomfortably. chocolate coated your tongue, the delicious taste of the cocoa melding with the flavor of schlatt’s whiskey when he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

“you gonna keep eating for me, doll?” he asked as he opened more candies, more so a test of your compliance than a check on how you were doing.

“do i have a choice?” smug, you clocked his question for what it was and groaned as he rolled his eyes and shoved two pieces in this time. your jaw was starting to hurt from chewing through all of the nougat, caramel, peanut butter, and whatever else was in the treats he decided to give you.

“don’t get smart with me,” he warned. “i don’t plan on making you eat this whole bowl, but i will if you don’t behave. be a good little whore for me, toots. keep eatin’, all you’re good for is puttin’ away food and milkin’ my cock. maybe i’ll fuck you if you do good enough, hmm? ‘d ya like that? i bet you would.” his constant string of words left you trembling under him, and he grinned when he noticed you shaking.

“swallow, doll. wouldn’t want you to choke,” he orders. desperate to please him, you obey, once again sticking out your tongue to show it was all gone. schlatt responded by simply spitting down into your mouth, a glob of his saliva landing square on your tongue. moaning, you swallowed his spit and bucked your hips up against him. he laughed at you derisively and shook his head, grabbing more candies and tearing the wrapping off each one before shoving three in a row into your mouth. there were only a few handfuls left in the bowl; he was feeding you sweets at a brisk pace now, inserting one after the other, giving you only a few seconds to chew between each one. with each piece, he mumbled phrases that made your head spin.

“so good for me, toots.”

“c’mon, you can take one more, can’t you?”

“such a good little slut, fuck.”

“you’re lookin’ so full, doll.”

“just a few more, you’re being such a perfect little whore for me tonight, aren’t you?”

schlatt got so caught up in watching you gulp down chocolate after chocolate that his demeanor faltered a bit when he reached for more candy and found the bowl was empty.

“wha’s wrong?” you groaned, moving your hands to hold your stomach as he finally moved from his position straddling you.

“you ate them all,” he grunted back as he tore off your bottoms and left you bare. “can’t believe you.” he couldn’t help but smile cruelly as he slipped off his own pants and boxers, pumping his length in one hand.

“i just did what you wanted me to do,” you babbled. “just wanted to make you happy!”

positioning himself between your legs, he lined his tip up with your entrance and scoffed. “just shut up and take it, doll,” he said just before sliding all the way into you. you squealed and brought your hands up to claw at his back, digging your nails in when he started thrusting.

“did so good for me, ate every last piece like i told you to. ‘m so proud of you,” he praised you through grunts and pants.

“’m so full, schlatt,” you whimpered.

“i know, shh, just take it, okay?”

“mfhh, mhm!” scrunching your face up and giving in to how good he was making you feel, you let whorish moans spill from your lips, chanting his name and rambling incoherently.

“you feel so good, y’know that? as much as i hate it, i’m already close,” he admitted breathlessly after a few minutes.

“fuck, me too.” the knot that had been building in your stomach was close to consuming you, and you brought your legs up to lock around him as it began to unravel. “schlatt, schlatt, fuck!! fuck, oh my god,” you screamed.

“shit, doll, you’re so tight!” he growled through gritted teeth, pace increasing as he inched closer and closer to his high. unable to even form words anymore, you simply wailed and let him pound you until he was panting, at which point he swiftly pulled out, exposed your abdomen, and stroked himself over your stomach. his cum, hot and sticky, splattered all over your belly, and you watched as the ravenous look in his eyes slowly faded away. before he said a word to you, he grabbed his phone and took a few photos, much to your dismay.

“please, i look so big in those!!” you begged. “delete them!!”

“shut the fuck up,” he retorted. “you look perfect. i’m gonna start us a shower. can you walk?”

“i think so. i love you.” your voice was soft and distant.

“i love you too.”