#fuck you for making promises you couldnt keep. fuck you for all the times i felt alone or excluded or just plain unwanted.

[angelicstalker]

Hhhhh

[tokyoteddywolf]

It sucks so much once you realize how entwined someone is in your life, then it just sucks more when you have to scrub away the traces it existed. That it was there, and it was good, until it wasn't anymore.

(Ignore my angry venting it's 3am I'm cranky and want chocolate.)

[xochosoxo]

husband!gojo ✮| headcannons

gojoxfem!reader

MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), sfw&nsfw, arranged marriage, slight angst, comfort, pet names, flufflufffluff!, cunnilingus, gojo is pussy whipped, fingering, creamycreamycreamiest creampies, reader calls gojo daddy!, tummypushing

a/n: i had a dream abt this with some random guy and when i woke up i was so disappointed :(( LOL angwah heres some quick gojo headcannons bc i truly miss him and im so lonely.

husband!gojo who you married per each family’s request, making your marriage an arranged one.

husband!gojo who hated the idea of being tied down.

husband!gojo who couldnt wait for the ceremony to end, however when he watched you walk down the aisle, looking so innocent, he felt a tug at his heartstrings.

husband!gojo who didnt know what to do when on your honeymoon. he didnt know whether or not to interact with you or to keep his distance like he promised himself. he decides for the latter.

husband!gojo who enjoys coming to work everyday after his honeymoon because his cute little wife always delivers his lunch to him despite not asking you to.

husband!gojo who starts to soften even more when he sees that you wait for him to come home from work. youre usually sleeping on the couch. he gently scoops you up in his arms and takes you to bed.

husband!gojo who sees that you start getting tired of the routine after a while. making his lunches, waiting for him to come home late. you stop delivering his lunches personally, opting to just give it to him before he leaves in the morning. he doesnt see you when he comes home either.

husband!gojo who makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you . he missed you.

husband!gojo who feels you wake the next morning, obviously confused to see his arms around you. he sighs before bringing you closer to his chest.

husband!gojo who whispers apologies and sweet nothings in your ear as you settle yourself into him with suspicion.

he strokes your head as he says. “im sorry. i know you didnt want this marriage either. im sorry that youve been doing all this alone. i promise ill be here for you. just tell me what you need and i will do everything to help you. youve changed me y/n.”

you look at him, with creased eyebrows, obviously still not trusting him fully.

“ill give you time.” husband!gojo sighs as he lets go of you to get ready for work. you still make him lunch that day.

husband!gojo who comes home and doesnt see you on the couch. he understands that he needs to wait for your response but there is a small part of him that is wondering whether or not you have left.

husband!gojo who sighs in relief when he opens the door to your shared bedroom, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty pj set, sitting comfy on the bed.

husband!gojo who smiles when he sees your face brighten in delight. you walk up to him.

husband!gojo who is surprised when you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with your soft lips. he groans into the kiss, regretting the fact the he never kissed you after the wedding.

husband!gojo who melts to your touch as your bring him to the bed. you remove his jacket and tie as your straddle him, kissing him more harshly.

husband!gojo who makes sure youre okay with with what’s going to happen next. he kisses you again when you say yes.

husband!gojo who takes his sweet time with you. stripping you from your garments,leaving you bare infront of him. he sinks his long fingers into your sopping cunt, your head lolling back in pleasure.

husband!gojo who’s eyes roll back when he finally tastes you. youre addcitive. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. you cum twice on your husband’s tongue, his hands holding your legs apart so they wont close. his fingers continues to scissor you until youre screaming.

husband!gojo who fucks you in missionary position, making sure to watch your face as your react to the pleasure hes giving you.

husband!gojo who cums inside of you only to turn that cum into a creamy mess around your pussy as he pounds into you some more. he can feel his creampie dripping out of you and down his balls.

husband!gojo who enjoys how loud youve become. moaning obscenities and calling him daddy. he wants to fuck you till your dumb!

“fuck princess, youre so fucking messy. fuc—nghh..” he tries to speak but your pussy is squeezing him too well he can barely get words out.

“please daddy!! i need—aghh.. i need you! dont stopp—ahh…” you groan as you have your fourth orgasm of night.

husband!gojo who watches hearts form in your eyes when he cums inside of you for the final time. you can feel his warmth trickling into your womb.

husband!gojo who pulls out and watches his loads flood out of you. he presses on your stomach, watching as more cum gushes out of you.

husband!gojo who brings a warm towel to wipe up the cream around your sex. you moan as he does so, still recovering from all of your orgasms.

husband!gojo who wraps you up into his arms once again, praising you for how well you did.

“you did so good love..” he says stroking your back.

husband!gojo who reminds you that he has fallen in love with you and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable in this marriage with him.

husband!gojo who knows the two of you will be okay when you peck him on the lips and tell him that you love him.

[the-family-boytoy]

big bro finding out about my special time with dad. he sticks his head in my room without knocking, as he always does, only this time he sees me, facing the door, bouncing up and down on dad- his hands gripping my hips and guiding me. at first i think hes going to do something about it, but he just stands there looking shocked. as i keep bouncing, letting out my mewling noises, his gaze locked on my chest, i watch a tent begin to form in his shorts. dad lets out a grunt and holds me up so he can thrust faster into me, and my brother startles; he quickly leaves the room, but i know he'll bring it up to me soon.

im proven right the next day when dads at work. my brother comes up to me while im watching cartoons. he stands right in front of the tv and asks how long ive been doing that with dad. i tell him im not sure, a couple months? i notice the bulge in his pants. he tells me im going to have to start doing him favours, otherwise he'll tell dad that i told him about our special time. im upset, but i agree. what choice do i have?

he makes me take out his dick, orders me to suck it. i do my best, but i haven't done this with daddy very much yet and i know im not great at it. bro watches my little butt wiggle every time i try to take him down my throat and decides he's had enough- he wants to move on. i tell him he can rub against me in my panties but he can't put it in! dad knows everything and he told me that hole is just for him. he'll know if bro puts it in and he'll be super mad.

big bro starts rubbing his cock between my legs, dragging up and down where he knows my entrance is. he slides his cock underneath my panties, watching it move between my cheeks under them as he thrusts nice and fast. finally he gets sick of them and pulls my underwear down around my knees. i remind him he can't put it in, and he says "of course, it just feels better like this"

he continues rubbing his cock on me, right against my hole, his tip catching with every thrust. he pulls back for a moment and i think he might be done, only to feel the head of his cock starting to press into my hole. "please no, dad will know! you can't put it in bro, dad's gonna know! he will i promise!" he refuses to listen and continues sliding his cock into me, little by little until he's all the way inside.

im still begging him to take it out as he starts thrusting into me, fucking me fast and hard just like dad does, grunting and groaning about how good my hole feels around him. "i dont care if dad knows i put my cock inside you. its not my fault youre such an easy slut for every man in the family." my hole is so wet his balls smack loudly against me with every thrust, yet i still try to protest in between my moans. "i bet dad wouldnt even be mad," big bro says, not slowing down, "i bet hed like watching his kids fuck like this. i bet he'd get off watching me ruin your little hole. you're so fucking wet, i think you like it too. who's cock do you like better, huh? dad's or your big brother's?" im struggling to think clearly as he pounds into me, i start crying out "dad, daddy, dad, dad" as he fucks me- answering his question or crying out for help, even i couldnt tell you.

big bro starts fucking me harder anyways. "oh you like dad better? yeah? then why are you cumming on my cock, huh? are you just that much of a slut?" and he's right, he reaches down to touch me as he quickens his pace and i cant take it. i start cumming as he fucks me, never slowing down for a second while i fall apart underneath him. "yeah thats right. thats what i fucking thought. cum on your big brothers cock. fuck, i wish dad would walk through the door right now and see you like this. i think im gonna fill you up. i bet dad would love to see his son cum inside you, wouldnt he?" his grunts get louder and his words get more and more obscene as he thrusts into me faster and faster, "yeah you want your big brothers cum? want me to fill you up just like dad does? fuck," bro says and with a few hard thrusts i feel his cum filling me up. he keeps fucking me as he cums, making sure it all stays deep inside.

our breathing begins to settle, but before bro even pulls out we hear the floor behind us creak. our dad looks down at us, a smirk on his face. "a very good opener indeed, son," he says as he starts to undo his belt, "but i think its time you get a front row seat to the main event."

[prodbyton]

24, Jake 😩 (we all know that man is a munch)

Love ur blog <3

tysm lovely <33 jake #1 pussy eater he gets down he dont play...

prompt 24: "I wanna eat you out so fucking bad"

smut +18 mdni!!

jake was a clingy boyfriend. it was cute, but times like these when you were tired after work you just couldn't deal with his needy behavior. he was almost like a dog, jumping at you the moment you opened the door.

"jake, give me a moment. i had a long day" you whine as you push jakes body off you, taking off your shoes and dragging yourself through your apartment until you get to your room.

"sorry baby, just missed you all day. want me to take care of you?" jake is clinging onto you once again, but you take him up on his offer anyways.

within minutes he's helping you into the shower, letting you have all the hot water to help your body wind down. but the relaxation was shortlived when you felt jakes body pressing against yours and his lips on the back of your neck.

"jake,"

"wanna eat you out so fucking bad, please baby, i promise you'll feel better after" his voice was so sweet and promising, you couldnt deny him. plus a good orgasm would help you take your mind off your shitty job.

jake instantly got to work, moving you so you leaned against the shower wall and propped one of your legs on his shoulder once he was on his knees. he licked a stripe up your folds, kissing your clit softly and making you gasp.

it only took a few more teasing kisses to your clit before you were dripping for him, moving your hips on his tongue while you ran one of your hands through his hair to keep yourself stable. jake had a firm grip on your thighs, holding you still while he pushed his face further into your cunt. with each suck and lick at your clit he was moaning, the vibrations running through your body and bringing you closer to your orgasm.

"fuck, i'm so close" you hold onto jakes hair tighter, your breathing becoming irregular as you rub your cunt all over his tongue, your clit bumping against his nose.

"let go baby, want you to cum on my face" he moans against you some more, and with another hard suck to your clit you're cumming. jake closes his eyes as he enjoys the noises that leave you, and he laps up all your juices while you ride out your orgasm.

jake helped you wash up after, barely being able to stand with the way your legs were trembling.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Poe's hair looks so pullable

I bet he whines oh so prettily when you accidentally pull his hair while you push his head down into the pillows fucking him from behind -🦀

Let’s bet on the same thing cuz whoever believes otherwise is wasting money ✨✨ (I hope you like it cuz I think I rushed it a little)

Dom!reader x sub!poe

Reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (can be read as a strap), hair pulling

“Ah-mhm..!” Poe gasped, whimpered even. Head pressed into the pillow below him to block out the noises he makes. This was too shameful, why was he so vocal? With those thoughts pestering his mind, he hugged the pillow even tighter and bit it, hoping it would help him quiet down. It was impossible to not make any sounds when you were fucking him so so so good, enough to make him see stars. Your every movement made him squirm, and each time you whispered some dirty words into his ear he could feel his heart pound out of his chest.

The way you hold his waist made him feel so loved, and how you always made sure he was comfortable. All those soft sides of yours got him feeling so warm, so much that he was on the verge of tears. Then there was the rough and merciless side, how you’d degrade him with every chance you got and rearrange his insides. That side made him cry and sob, all the humiliation he feels turns into immense pleasure. “Mhmm..!” More of his muffled moans escaped, and soon he felt you stroke his hair.

“Come on Poe, I want to hear your voice.” You asked him while keeping the same pace, trusting into his needy hole. It clenched around you so tightly, like it doesn’t want to let you go. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together, yet he was still this shy. It was adorable nonetheless, but his voice was the highlight, the way it would went up a few octaves, how he’s so breathless all the time.. simply heavenly.

The poor boy couldn’t answer you, too busy trying to hide his own pleasure. You couldnt let this slide though, you really wanted to hear him, that’s why you tucked on his hair. Using the hand stroking his fluffy locks to pull on it, causing him to arch and throw his head back, a loud whine followed, “aaAHHH..!” Soon the realisation hit him, it was so embarrassing! He tried to immediately hide in the pillow again, but your hand was preventing him from doing it.

Whenever he tried to go down, you’d pull on his hair, and he’d end up moaning louder. Suddenly you increased your pace, hitting all the sweet spots inside him. This was too good, this was unbearable. If this keeps up he’s going to break!!!

Pleases and begs fell from his lips, his entire body twitched and trembled. You watched in amusement as he cried and whimpered, his dick was leaking uncontrollably, making a mess of the sheets. The expression he pulled was engraved into your memories. Eyes rolling back and hair sticking to his forehead, tears running down his cheeks like a drama. Not to mention how red he was, it was almost concerning. Then you leaned down to his level, caressing his hair again and changing the way you treated him. Your voice was like a spell, hypnotising him, amplifying all those blissful feelings. “You like having your hair pulled, Poe? Like it when I’m rough with you?” After you finished whispering the last word, he felt like he almost came because of your voice. He gave you a small, hesitant nod, wanting to bury himself in a hole afterwards.

“Talk to me, pretty boy.” You demanded with a gentle tone. How can you be so domineering but soft at the same time? The male gulped, shivering as he murmured, “I, UhmM..I liked it, ah-aHHh~..!” So adorable, you wanted to be more mean to him, he was basically asking you to bully him. Out of nowhere you yanked on his hair again, the pain ran through his veins and he gasped. “Ga-ahH-!!” You wanted more of him with every passing second. “Good boy, Poe, now let’s see what else you like?” He knew it wasn’t really a question, it was a promise. And he knew he won’t be able to hold a pen the next day.

[mythicmanuscripts]

What do we think about the boys with a Stark Spouse who brings a lot of blankets and furs from home to add to the bed? Especially with Aemond slowly growing closer they first seek out their blankets for comfort meanwhile Aegon and Jayce are just face planting into them after a hard day.

Love your writing btw!

This idea is so fucking cute I adore this.

I've kept this answer SFW but we can absolutely continue this concept into NSFW themes so if anyone would like to read that or has their own thoughts on it, let me know!

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AEGON:

So my immediate thought here was that you'd bring one of your blankets to your new shared quarters with Aegon. Even though you weren't actually staying there with him every night yet, you just wanted one of your comfort blankets there. Aegon immediately zeros in on it when he first enters the room and that's when your realise that he might have a thing for soft textures.

As you get closer, you have a servant put one of the blankets on the bed in his private quarters for him. When he spots it he literally just stands in his room crying for a little while until he composes himself enough to go looking for you and thank you.

Once you get closer, Aegon absolutely loves stealing all the blankets and nuzzling against them. You keep on adding more blankets thinking he can't possibly steal all of them and you keep on being proved wrong. Of course he can steal all of them.

And when Aegon discovers the absolutely incredible sensory experience of cuddling you naked with one of the blankets wrapped around you both? Well good luck because he's just found his sleeping position for the rest of his life.

JACE:

I don't know why, but I like the idea that Jace gets very cold very easily? Especially before falling asleep. And he's also very particular about fabrics and how they feel against his skin.

You learn both of these things before you marry him during the countless hours you spend chatting and getting to know one another, and so at some point during that time you gift Jace one of your favourite blankets. At first he tries to say he couldnt possibly accept this from you but then you promise him that he can put pack on your joint bed after the wedding and well... he blushes so hard he has to hide behind the blanket.

So anyway, yeah he loves them too. I also think he'd put blankets all around your chambers? There's always a blanket on your favourite reading chair or at your dressing table, just in case.

Also, because Jace is a gentleman at heart, he always ensures you're nice and warm before bed. Even if you've just wrecked him, he'll still double check you arent cold and that there isnt any part of you the blanket isnt covering. He takes is very personally if you get cold, absolutely not he must ensure you are always comfy.

AEMOND:

Aemond wouldnt even know about your blankets at first because he most certainly wouldnt even consider entering your private quarters for the longest time. Even when you get married, he's still very strict about only ever going to your shared quarters and having a servant summon you there.

As you get closer though, I think maybe he'd find himself outside your room? He didnt mean to, but he was so frustrated, (Sidenote: I think one of the first things Aemond realises when he meets you is that you just... get him? You never ever make him feel frustrated, you always understand him, he never has to explain himself to you or worry about you being confused when he tells you things). So one day when he really was considering just pushing Aegon off a balcony, he finds himself outside your quarters, like his subconscious knew he would only be able to relax in your presence.

You're surprised to see him, but you let him in of course. You pull him onto your bed, letting him cuddle up to you and discuss what's gotten him so worked up. Once he's sitting on the bed, he kinda just strokes the blankets in awe? He's never felt something so soft before, and when you notice his reaction you immensely grab another blanket and wrap it around him. He pulls it tighter over his shoulders and leans against you.

After that, Aemond comes over to your quarters every single night before bed. He'd lay in bed with you and discuss his day, hearing your advice and listening to you telling him about your day. Even when things get sexual, he still comes to your private quarters first and then goes with you to your shared chambers. You try to say he must just summon you to the shared chambers because then it would be much easier but he refuses.

The way I picture it is that Aemond's actual quarters and your assigned shared quarters would be near Aegon and Alicent's quarters? All the most important people are close together and very well guarded. Before your marriage to Aemond you stayed in one of the guest rooms that were on the other side of the keep. Aemond absolutely loves this, loves that he can come to you and be comfortable and he feels so much safer because his family is physically further away.

(One last sidenote: maybe you track down a floor or tower that hasn't been used for years in the keep and you get the servants to help you make it into a living space for you and Aemond? It's far far away from everyone else and the only people with keys are you and him)

[copinghardasfvck]

dont prove ‘em right

ADRIAN CHASE X READER

summary: your relationship with that cute dorky waiter at fennel fields is relatively new but doubt is cast fairly early on in your relationship.

notes: fluff, the teensiest bit of angst, sex mentioned, not really identity reveal but close, inspired by please please please by sabrina carpenter, MINORS DNI 🫶

You bit your lip, not really trying to hide your bright smile or giggle as your boyfriend belted Gwen Stefani next to you. Part of you wanted to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. The more dominant part of you sang along with him and moved your hand from where it was previously resting, in the crook of his elbow, to lace through his free hand that wasn’t on the wheel.

Adrian had been… so perfect. Sure he was dorky but you liked dorky. Sure he was working full time as a busboy in a dingy little Italian restaurant but love is blind especially when it comes with free lifetime discounts on oily cheesy pasta and garlic bread.

Nothing mattered, not when he’s this cute. Not when he’s the sweetest guy you ever dated, unafraid of being corny. He’s his true authentic weird self, making inappropriate jokes left and right, eager to share his life and all his thoughts with you. You’ve never met a guy who was this enthusiastic about you or about pleasing you. And please you, he did.

Things have been going more than well so far.

“And then when he turned around, it was you, all along,” You said, wiggling your fingers in the air and deepening your voice a little mysteriously. A giggle escaped you when Adrian’s jaw dropped and he gasped. Sometimes you couldnt even tell if he was overplaying his reactions for comedic effect.

“That’s a craaazy dream, babe,” He awed, “No like I don’t know why my dreams dont have wacky plot twists like yours. Usually I’m either getting chased or we’re fucking. Not that I don’t like fucking you. But its better in person of course.”

You snorted, craning out of your seat to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m…” Adrian groaned, smacking the center console playfully frustrated. “Another one?”

You gave him another small kiss on the cheek, tongue darting out to lick his skin as you pulled back.

His head snapped to you, a finger lifting to scold you.

“Eyes on the road!!”

“You just licked me!”

“Baby, eyes on the road!” You started grabbing his chin to turn his face back forward.

“You’ll rue the day you—”

“Okay okay!! Baby please if we both die in a car crash you wont get make me to rue this day.”

He settled, focusing back on the road, right on time too, because he pulled into the parking lot of the bar you’d planned to go to tonight. And a few moments of peace were ruined when he poked your stomach, sending you yelping and you launched yourself toward the passenger side door.

“I’m sorry!” You snorted, grabbing the offending hand to stop him from poking you again.

Adrian pulled your hand toward his lips and kissed your fingers, luring you into another moment of false security before swiftly snaking his hand out of your grasp, going under your arm, and poking you in the side again.

You yelped again, swatting his hands away from you and he giggled, putting the car in park. You watched him cautiously, as he turned to face you. “Do I get payment for driving?”

“You’re gonna poke me again.” You said, pointing to his hands resting at his side.

“I wont. Pinky promise. I can’t break a pinky promise.” He held his pinky out for you.

“You cant. Or I’ll never trust a pinky promise again.”

“I’d never stain a pinky promise.”

“Your word would mean nothing if you were to break a pinky promise,” You warned, locking your pinky with his.

“I could never ruin pinky promises for you. They’re like.. sacred.”

“Truce,” You said, letting go of his hand and leaning yourself over the center console to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

Adrian smiled into your kiss, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Love you.” Your noses were still touching and when you opened your eyes, you saw his hooded ones staring back.

Some would say three months is too soon to say “I love you.” You counter with what do they know?

Smiling brightly at him, you repeated, “Love you too, honey.”

“I get so hard when you call me honey,” Adrian whined, puckering his lips to close the one centimeter distance between your faces.

You pulled away slightly with a smirk on your face, biting your tongue as you stared down at him. His eyes looked so big from this angle. You kissed him again, only giving enough time for him to kiss you back and for you to sneak a swipe of your tongue against his lips.

“You’re fucked up,” You muttered.

“Why?”

“‘Honey’ isn’t dirty. In any way. Its actually quite wholesome, most would agree”

“Everything’s dirty when you say it.”

You felt your stomach twist because of the way he said it, under his breath, leaning in for another kiss. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He makes you dizzy… especially when he’s this close to you. Your heads not right. “We’re late,” It was half a reminder to yourself.

“So?? We can be later.”

“Says you, they’re your friends,” You laughed, unlocking the passenger door. Adrian pouted. “I need to make a good impression. And thats easier for me to do when your cum isnt dripping down my thighs.”

Adrian’s eyes were so fucking dark but the desperation hidden in them were what made you giggle and jog out into the parking lot. Adrian scrambled after you quickly. You turned when you heard the Sebring honk lightly to signal it was locked, just in time to see Adrian run up to you and grab your hand in his. Your arms pressed up together. Fuck you love this man. You’ve never been this lovesick in your life. And you can see how much he adores you back.

You were moving so fast but you couldnt even be sorry about it. Today was meet Adrians friends day, next weekend was Adrian meet your friends day and he’s already been talking about “How should I introduce myself to the mister and missus? Should I wear my work uniform so they know I’m employed?” He even joked (you think) about wifing you up several times — you blamed it on the fact that it usually came after he just came.

But god you really wanted this to go well. You really wanted this to work out. You love this nerd. You love him so much that every fucking song you hear on the radio is about him. You love him so much you get sad going out to have fun without him because you wish he were there. And then you still get excited because you cant wait to show him that cool experience .

When you entered the bar, you weren’t sure what you were expecting. To be honest you love and hate meeting new people. Loved new connections but hated the anxiety that comes with it.

It took a few seconds for Adrian to find his friends and colleagues once he did, you looked to see they were already gawking at the two of you, eyes wide, mouths agape. You looked at Adrian, a lopsided smile on your face, and back at them, wondering if he was going to introduce you first or if they were gonna go around saying their names.

“Guys! This is my girlfriend I was telling you about.”

None of them said anything, eyes flitting back and forth between you and your boyfriend. Admittedly you didnt get the memo for the night and overdressed a little, a cute minidress, but that was for the dinner you and Adrian had before the bar. Adrian picked you up right after some top secret business meeting at Fennel Fields (You dont know why a busboy would be involved in a corporate meeting but you didnt question it) so he was more dressed for the bar than the dinner. You hoped it wasnt a big deal that you stuck out from the rest of the group. You hope they dont think youre trying too hard.

You uttered a cheerful introduction before launching into the standard “It’s wonderful to meet you all. Adrian has told me so much. I asked him how he knows Peacemaker,” You turned to the tall blonde man, “actually, because like, of course I’ve seen you on the news before. But you know I think its cool that Evergreens hero is still a regular at small businesses like Fennel Fields. Even after the whole butterfly-aliens-saving the world situation. And Adrian told me he knows all of you through Mr Peacemaker and thats also really cool you know like I admire that all of you put yourselves in a position of danger to help us—” you gestured between Adrian and you, “feel safer in our homes. And I dont mean to sound dorky or like a fan, which of course I am and I respect you all but you dont have to worry that I’m gonna ask for a picture or anything like that— that’d be weird. And I’m gonna close my mouth now. Uhm— What are your names?”

Adrian smiled brightly at them, “Isn’t she great?”

You buried your face in Adrians arm to hide your embarrassed face.

“Its nice to meet you,” One girl chimed in, almost just as awkward as you, “I’m Leota.”

“Why are you with him?” A man sitting behind the rest blurted out loud, though you weren’t sure if he meant to.

That immediately put you off, completely caught off guard, you stumbled for words and Leota, thankfully, gave him a stern smack on the chest before telling you, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“No, no don’t worry um—” despite his aggressive tone, you figured you should extend some benefit of the doubt. If Adrian calls these people his friends, you’d hope they’re nice. The man could have been teasing, and maybe your ears were being a little extra sensitive, maybe you perceived more bite than he intended. “Adrian’s the sweetest guy I’ve dated. I’m used to assholes that give more than they take but he always matches my energy and isn’t shy about his feelings,” smiling, you looked at Adrian, hoping you answered well.

He kissed your cheek happily, and you drank it up, beaming.

The rest of the night went smoothly after you finished up introductions and started to drink a little more. You found that it was easy to get to know Leota, maybe it was the fact that she quietly defended Adrian when an insult was thrown at him, but you think that she just generally has an open kind of vibe to her. Emilia definitely doesn’t carry herself with the same friendliness but you decided relatively quickly that you like her too because of her authenticity.

You just hoped they came out of this feeling like you deserve Adrian.

You found out ten minutes before the bar’s closing that that you definitely had nothing to worry about in that regard.

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It was really a pleasant surprise how easy it was to fall into conversation with Emilia and Leota. They were pretty interested in you and of course you had a million questions for them— to which you received a million mind boggling stories of near death experiences they’ve gone through.

There was the occasional moment in which they would stutter but nothing set off an alarm to you. Lots of “A—… Vigilante” or “Ummmm… our other co-worker,” in the middle of a sentence. You didn’t question why they needed to protect an identity. Truly, it flew completely over your head — they work for the government! Of course they’d have secrets. You didn’t want to take it personally.

But they grew increasingly on edge as the night went on. And you wanted to ask if everything was alright… but it didn’t feel right to. As a civilian, you get that some things are just classified.

“Adrian can be a handful,” Leota laughed. And since you were picking up that general air of discomfort you took note that her eyes were widened, not really in a joking way but similar to the manner in which John, you knew his name now, made that initial comment. You’re not just being sensitive right?

“He’s silly sometimes,” You said, not really trying to agree with what she was trying to say, “He matches my silly,” You tried to make it better.

Leota nodded slowly, muttering short sounds that sounded like stalling and Emilia bit her lip, looking away, “Look…” Emilia started, and you tuned in. “You seem nice.”

Oh thats not scary at all…

You waited for the inevitable “We don’t think you’re a good match,” or “You’re trashy, you’re x, you’re y, you’re all these things that make us not like you or want to be around you.”

“Too nice.”

“What?” You couldn’t help it. You knew you were interrupting her but your heart is beating fast and your blood is kind of rushing to your head. You just… its hard for you to meet a good guy and you were already nervous for this little meet and greet and it seems like you were right to be. Everyones been tiptoeing around you like you could break into a million pieces.

“Its just that Adrian—”

“He’s not what he seems,” Leota said.

Dramatic. Ominous. Many words flashed through your head, all of the same nature. What the fuck they’re acting like hes gonna kill you or something. Like hes a criminal.

Then you thought about it.

All these people who work for the government. Friends with a busboy at Fennel Fields.

Your eyes alternated between the two of them and they looked as if they saw the gears turning in your head, sighing to themselves a sigh of relief that they dont have to say more than that to get you to understand what they were getting at.

“I’m sure you noticed the like… you know… late nights. Maybe a bruise and you didn’t know where it came from. Maybe he’s secretive about his phone…” Leota rambled and you didnt need her to continue. You do remember. Now that someone else points it out.

Its fucked that the first thought going through your head is maybe I should warn Adrian, because you dont know whats going on. Does Adrian know that they know what he did? What did he do? They dont seem like they’re really his friends. Are they in some deep cover operation where they all have to infiltrate his inner circle so that they can catch him or get a confession for something? You assume thats the case. The way they said it makes it seem like hes a criminal.

“What?” You asked again, breathier, shoulders kind of slumping in an exasperated way, your face twisting with desperation coating your features. You had been nervous going in to tonight. Their demeanor throughout the night made you more nervous. Now it seemed like you got the confirmation that your intuition was right but theres more questions circulating through your mind than answers.

And still you cant get it out of your head. Maybe I should warn Adrian. Adrian who might be a criminal, who might have ARGUS after him, who might have mid-high profile superheroes monitoring him for whatever reason— reasons that you dont know. You should block him, change your phone number, move apartments, get as far away from this as you can. But then you look at him from across the room, laughing and acting goofy with Peacemaker. You imagine the feeling of him kissing your forehead after a passionate night. Or imagine the way hed come to you and talk out a small fight you two had and hug you once you fixed things and you know you couldnt leave. But its only been a few months. Are you so ruled by your emotions?

“We cant say much. But you’re a nice girl. We just thought you know…” Leota shrugged all too casually, but you could sense the true empathy in her voice, she spoke so softly like a true friend, “It’d be a shame.”

“Thank you,” You said. A shame for what? What would happen to you? You know Adrian would never hurt you. You know that. Do you? You dont seem to know him. No, you know he would never hurt you, you dont need to know whatever this big secret is to know that.

Are you being delusional?

This doesn’t seem like a “Let me just talk to him and clear it up” kind of misunderstanding.

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“Yeah and they just said like ‘It’d be a shame,’”

“Girl.”

You asked Adrian to drop you off after the bar, making up some excuse that you were tired and had to go into work the next day and it’d be too out of the way for him to drive you to work. He pouted a little and tried to bargain but ultimately agreed. You immediately called your best friend upon entering your house.

“I know!” You yelled, cradling your head in your hands.

“A shame for what?!”

“I know!”

Their eyebrows were furrowed, mouth open, and you watched as the gears turned in their head the same way you probably looked when you were hearing this for the first time. “Get out of there… It sounds like way above my pay grade. I’m used to being your therapist, you know, a-a-and picking up the pieces of a broken little heart but I’m not about to pick your body up from the morgue.”

“Stop it! No, that’s not gonna happen.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hold on. Pause… Be. So. Fucking. For real with me you stupid bitch.”

Your sounds of protest were ignored.

“You’re not planning to stay with him are you?”

You searched for the words but none came. You were pulled out of your thoughts when another call started to come in, unknown number.

“No.”

“H-hold on, I’m getting a call. I’ll call you back.”

“Wait you’re finding out that your boyfriend is on a watchlist and you’re taking a fucking scam call instead of affirming to me that you’re gonna break up with him? Because you’re gonna break up with him right?”

“Bye! I’ll call you back I love you. I’m sorryimsorry.” You quickly answered before they could say anything more, “Hello?”

And all color drained from your face when Adrian, the boy who had just left your house with a quick and sweet kiss to your cheek not even thirty minutes, spoke from the other line.

“Hey um… I’m sorry for asking you instead of someone else. I um… I knew Peacemaker wouldnt answer because he left the bar with a girl. And I didnt memorize anyone else’s number. I really didnt wanna do this its just…”

“What happened?” You interrupted, standing up out of your chair.

“I was arrested. Can you pick me up?”

Your heart was gonna fucking jump out of your chest.

“Its the station right next to um… Oh!!” Cheerfulness filled his voice, a heavy contrast to the weight you felt on your shoulders. “The umm that one really nice cafe with the live music that we went to for our fourth date. You know that one right?”

You hung up and grabbed your keys without another word.

I should have warned him.

[pvssychicken]

Deserve To Love

Pairings: Chris x ADHD/Anxiety!reader

Summary: After messing up yet another friendship due to her impulsivity, y/n starts to question whether or not she even deserves to be loved.

Warnings: Anxiety attack, self harm, angst, pet names, fluff (idk i mightve missed something)

A/n: This is my first fanfic, I know its really bad, im sorry if there are any errors.

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

Y/n's POV

3:05pm

When I got home, I immediately ran to my room, slammed the door, and collapsed on my bed in tears.

I knew arguing back with Samantha was a bad idea, but my emotions were so high, I couldnt control my actions. I didnt realize what I was doing until it was already done.

I could hear my phone blowing up, but i just completely ignored it. I knew that it was either Samantha trying to start more shit, or one of her friends trying to start shit with me. Luckily I had enough controt on my emotions at the moment to know that engaging with them was a bad idea.

Eventually though, I caved. I started reading all of the messages they were sending me, and I started to believe it when they told me that im "A self centered asshole who doesn't deserve to be loved."

I was bawling by the time I had finished reading all of the messages. I couldnt take it anymore. I got up from my bed and ran into the bathroom. I grabbed my razor from the shower and started to take it apart. Halfway through, somethng stopped me, I suddenly rembered, I promised chris i wouldnt do it again. Was breaking 3 months of sobriety worth it? But then i remembered everything that Samantha and her friends said to me, and i knew that this was for the best.

Chris POV

4:00pm

Y/n wasnt responding to my texts or calls, and I was fucking worried. After about and hour of her not responding I eventually decided to go to her house, to make sure everything was okay. Her friends had told me that she got into an argument earlier that day, and i had a really bad feeling about why she wasnt responding.

I got to her house and immediately went up to her room, scared of what id find.

I was shocked to find her in my fresh love hoodie (that had blood stains on it already), on her bed, fast asleep, with her mascara running down her face.

I went and sat down next to her, and softly rubbed her arm to wake her up.

"Baby? Whats the matter" I asked, whilst trying to wrap my arms around her.

But she didnt let me. Instead she just rolled over, so she was facing away from me.

"You dont have to keep up the act Chris, you dont have to keep pretending that you care." Her voice was soft, and trembling. "I know youre just pretending to like me because you feel bad for me, you dont have to lie anymore. I know im a self centered bitch who doesnt deserve love"

She then sat up and looked at me, with tears in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her body, like she was trying to hide something.

"Oh baby, who told you that? Because it is not true" My eyes were now starting to well up with tears, I couldn't bear to hear her talk about herself this way. "I love you so much, and I think that you are the least self centered person ive ever met. Come here" I spoke, wrapping my arms around her. She winced when i gave her a little squeeze, and i then knew what she was hiding.

"Hey sweetheart, can you please roll up your sleeves for me?" She hesitantly looked at me, before rolling up her sleeves, exposing the new scars. "Oh honey, I wish you wouldve come and talked to me before you did anything."

"I-I know, im sorry. I understand if youre mad at me." She buried her face into my chest. Instead of responding, I just pressed kisses to every new scar that had appeared that day, showing her that i could never be mad at her and that she deserved all the love in the world.

[hannieehaee]

teasing you over your crush on them - vu

hhu, vu, pu

content: gender neutral, very minimal angst, fluff, the crush is kinda implied to be reciprocated.

wc: 705

a/n: i took so long to get to the pu version of this sorry T-T

masterlist

jun -

you'd have to be a bit obvious for him to notice your crush, honestly. someone wouldve probbaly had to point it out to him, telling him that your crush was obvious to everyone but himself. this would change everything for him, instant imaginary lightbulb lighting up in his head. he'd somehow think itd be a great idea to fluster you on purpose to test out your crush, but would grow immediately addicted to his effect on you, amping it up more and more as time passed.

your distancing from him would be noticed almost immediately, with you avoiding him when he'd seek you out. he would feel so dejected (and even a bit hurt) by your sudden dismissal. he'd give you a bit of time alone before confronting you, apologizing if he ever made you feel bad. he had just been so excited at your feelings that his own feelings took over, not leaving him room to consider anything else. you'd make up pretty quickly, with him promising that he'd be the flustered one in the relationship from now on to make up for his actions.

soonyoung -

it wouldve taken A LOT for him to realize you liked him. he thought you were just being nice! would grow immediately overexcited at the thought of you liking him, now going on a mission to constantly impress you whenever he had the chance. would eventually even grow the balls to tease you about it, trying to incite you into returning his flirting.

would feel extremely dejected if you pulled away from him at his flirting. did he read it wrong? did you not actually like him? fuck, did he ruin a friendship over some stupid jokes? eventually he would approach you, pout adorning his face as he asked you why you didnt like him like that. he liked you like that. why was the concept of him liking you so bad that you had to keep away from him? would be shocked but happy at you returning his feelings, explaining that maybe you had misunderstood his reciprocation for teasing.

minghao -

he can be a bit of a smartass at times, so it wouldnt be surprising if be felt a bit elevated at the thought of you having a crush on him. itd start with him chuckling whenever you were flustered at him, eventually evolving into straight up throwing sassy comments at you that would have your face heating up. he just found your reactions so cute, he couldnt help himself.

he'd immediately notice you begin to distance yourself from him at his teasing, deciding to open a line of communication with you right at that moment. would not want to risk having hurt your feelings over something he considered to be some lighthearted fun. it'd be a bit awkward for you, but he would talk to you about your feelings, letting you know that he hadnt meant to make you feel bad, but had found you so endearing he couldnt help his teasing. this would likely be the start of something between the two of you.

chan -

the moment he noticed your crush, he would instantly make jokes about it any time the two of your bantered or joked around each other. wouldnt think too much of it, although it would bring him a bit of an extra confidence boost knowing that you held a torch for him. he was already a pretty charming guy (damn anything his elder brothers had to say about it!) so it wouldnt be hard for him to fall in the habit to subtly flirt with you in the middle of banter.

if he ever noticed that maybe his flirting or his jokes went a bit too far, causing you to drift away from him, he would feel instant regret. feeling like a fucking dumbass, he would immediately go to his brothers for advice, who would all scold him and tell him to apologize. would probably still feel too awkward to do it, choosing instead to give you some space. this would only last so long as his own resolve broke, missing you too much and seeking you out to apologize, maybe even confessing his own recently discovered feelings for you.

[rafesfuckdoll]

The Side Chick

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Note: This is my first ever written fic, I promise I’ll improve. Besides it’s 3am so my brain is exhausted and so are my fingers (ifyk)

You and Rafe have been hooking up for ages now, you knew you had feelings for him but two things held you back. You being a Pogue and maybe.. something else..?

Warnings!! This my first ever short fiction!!Unprotected sex! Daddy Kink! Not proofread (sorry in advance)! Public sex! (No audience). Cheating (not on reader)!!

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Rafe arrives at the Boneyard and immediately sees you with the Pogues. He scoffs at the thought of even being surrounded by them but despite his hate for them, little did anyone know that you and him have had a summer fling for a while now. He couldn’t help but get hard just by the thought of what you guys did last night. He keeps his eyes locked to yours with a small smirk formed on his lips; hinting you to come over to him. He knew it was a risk, especially with your friends and his friends being around. But he couldn’t care any less. You catch him trying to adjust his buldge from outside his pants. Which made you immediately excuse yourself from your friends, walking past him towards the parking lot. Expecting Rafe to follow you.

He watches you leave. His cock throbbing with every step you take. He glances around the Boneyard, making sure none of his friends have notice his distraction. Satisfied, he quickly follows you out of the parking lot where he spots you leaning against his car.

You smile at him. “Well if it isn’t my favourite Kook” You said in a teasing tone. He grins at your words as he approaches you, your flirtatious and playful words causing his dick to throb even harder. “Well if isnt my favourite little Pogue” He responds, wrapping an arm around your waist, drawing you close to him. You look up into his eyes, the height difference making him look down at you. “Hm.. missed me?” You speak up quietly in an innocent tone. His eyes full with desires as he gazes at you, his hold on your waist becoming firmer. “More than you know” He growls, before leaning in to kiss you passionately. “I’ve been thinking about this all day” He mumbles against your lips. You obviously kiss him back immediately with no regret but gently pull away after a few seconds. “No way, The Rafe Cameron is thinking about a Pogue all day?” You playfully tease. Rafe and you knew that this Pogue and Kook thing was taking a toll on both of you.

Rafe chuckles, nipping at your bottom lip playfully. “Not just any Pogue” He says, pressing his hips into yours, making you feel his hardness. “I’ve been thinking about this tight little body of yours all day baby.” You let out a chuckle giving his lips a gentle peck. “How bad do you want me babe?” You ask. His cock throbbing at your words again, his control slipping as he becomes more and more consumed by desire for you. “Badly enough to bend you over this car and fuck you right now.” He growls, his hand moving down to squeeze your ass firmly. “Fuck me then” Was all you whispered. He didn’t need any more encouragement.

He quickly lifts you up and sets you down on the hood of his car, spreading tour legs apart making your mini skirt lift up to your hips. “Fuck.. you’re so wet for me already” he whispered, sliding a finger up and down outside your panties. Although he enjoyed teasing you, this time he couldnt wait any longer. He pushes your panties aside and roughly inserts a finger inside you. “Mmhm just for you daddy” you moan out, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, but Rafe couldn’t care less if there was an audience watching you guys right now. His need for you grows stronger and stronger. “I love hearing you call me that, baby” he says, leaning down to kiss you deeplt as he adds another finger inside of you. “You’re so tight and wet for me, fuck..” Rafe continues to finger you, this time adding a third one, his mouth moving to suck on your neck as he listens to the sweet sound of your moans. “You like that don’t you baby?” He whispers, sliding his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, making tou moan against the frook of his neck trying not to be loud. He groans, deeling just how wet and reasy you are for him. “Im going to fuck you so hard baby” he whispers against your jaw, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his mouth to suck them clean.you watch him suck on his fingers and bite your lip at how attractive he looks in the fact that you were in public. “Fuck me please daddy mm.”

Rafe grins and pulls his finger out of his mouth with a pop and smirks at you. “Dont worry baby. I plan on fucking you so hard you won’t walk anymore for a few days”. He then spread your legs further, lowered his pants and boxers revealinf his hard cock. With a few strokes only, he started groaning already. Grabbing your hips, bringing you closer as you leaned against the car. He looks down at you with a grin and swiftly enteres himself into you, causing your legs to twitch from the sudden movement. He groans as he starts moving his hips, gripping onto your hips as he starts going faster. “Fuck you’re so tight baby. You like getting fucked in public, huh?” He groans as his nails dig into your skin. “Yes- yes daddy” you whine out of pleasure as you lean your head back letting out moan after moan.

Rafe’s thrusting becomes rougher as he listens to tour moans, his need for you taking over completely. “You’re going to make me come so hard, baby” he pants out, fucking you deeper and harder as he feels his orgasm bulding uo inside of him. You bite your lower lip trting to suppress your moans. “Cum for me daddy” you beg nearing your own climax as well. He loved seeing you come for him first. It turned him on even more. Rafe grunts at your words, his thrusting becoming errotic as he feels his orgasm getting closer and closer. “Cum for me baby. Let me feel you cum all over my cock” he demands. It didn’t take half a minute until your legs start shaking and you come all over him.

He continues fucking you, can’t help but groan and huff at the feeling of your juices and squirting out ,coating his cock making his orgasm hit him hard. “Fuckk!” He shouts almost as he comes inside you. His cock twitching from the pleasure, his T-Shirt a little soaked from all the sweating. “You’re so hot..” You whisper as you try to catch a breath. Those words made him chuckle at you. “You’re not so bad yourself baby” he says, before pulling his cock out of you, helping you straighten up before pulling his own boxers and pants back into place.

You gently grasp his arm and bring him close to you. You knew Rafe didn’t want anyone to know about this. It was quite obvious. He was embarrassed about even being around a Pogue, even more.. fucking one. But he couldn’t get enough of you. His eyes widen slightly as you pull him closer, but he doesn’t resist. He wraps his arms around you and leans in to press a short, cute kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly. “Y/n.. don’t start this again.. you know nobody can know this,. especially after I started dating.. you know..” You knew. Sofia.

[tashasbabe]

♱ off. — n.n

creds to @s-hyia & @florietas for the dividers!!

𑁤 w/l : substance usage, vomiting, fluff, angst??, profanity!! i think thats all <3

this is not proofread + i didn't use caps on purpose and never will!!

nicky is a woman who, usually, stays true to her promises. 

“i promise i’ll never use again, baby. please, i can get better, just trust me.”

what a lie. 2 years, down the fucking drain. early this morning nicky stumbled into her bunk, the one that you two shared. it was wayyy too obvious she was using again, and you wanted to break down right there, but you couldn’t. you had to be there for her. 

her lips and fingertips were blue, she looked pale, like she just got done vomiting. she couldnt walk straight, her pupils were dialated, it was so fucking obvious. 

“nicky, baby, c’mere.” you murmured softly, trying your best not to wake the other inmates up. 

“baaaaaabee, hii.. mmhph..” she stumbled over to your lap, in which you caught her when she tripped. “i puked, but i’m okay, i’m okay!!” she whisper-yelled, and you brushed the hair out of her face. you could’ve started crying right there, she was cold, so fucking cold. “that’s good, sweetheart. just.. l’me take a look at you. you tired, baby?” you quietly murmured, holding her in your lap as you checked her out, holding one of her hands in yours. 

“dunno, mamas.. i don’t really feel anything. hmph.” she yawned, at least she wasn't fully out of it. you kissed the top of her head, “okay, babe. okay..” you sighed, rocking her gently on your lap.

“are you sure you're okay, nicks?” you asked softly, a few minutes later, stroking the hair away from her face. “yeah, for the 5th time, i’m okayy.” she murmured, she had slightly calmed down, still bouncy but she didn’t move from your lap. you made the big decision, deciding to tell her. she obviously didn’t know she used. “nicky, baby, you’re cold.” you said, catching her attention. “what’d you mean, mamas?..” she asked softly, grasping your hand in her own.

“did you find heroin? please, dont lie to me.”

“yeah, but i gave it to boo.. i promise.” she whined quietly, she didn’t want you mad at her. “no, you didn’t, you used again.” you murmured softly, pulling her closer to you, her eyes were unfocused, wandering away from your stare. “look at me, baby, just try.” you gently cupped her chin, making her look up at you. 

“did i relapse..? i really did?” she asked softly, she looked like she was about to cry. it had probably been about an hour or two since she relapsed, and she was slowly making her way into withdrawal. “yes, baby, yeah.. it's gonna be okay, though. you did good finding your way back to the bunk.” you smiled softly, your eyes swelling up with tears. she almost instantly started sobbing, which alerted guard bell, 

“keep it down, inmate!” guard bell yelled, standing next to the doors.

“baby, shhh.. it's okay, itttss okaayy..” you murmured softly, trying to soothe her sobs, patting her back gently and bouncing her in your lap. “it's not okay, i’m not okay. mamas, i didn't mean to. are you mad at me?..” she sobbed quietly, hiding her face in your shoulder. none of the other inmates really minded her sobs or cries, they knew she was going through something. “noo, baby, i’m not mad.” you cooed softly, petting her hair. she stopped crying for a moment, then started again. she was sweating, alot. she was withdrawing. “b-babe.. fuck, trashcan!” she sobbed, which caused the guard to yell again, you immediately grabbed the trash can next to your bed though, holding it up to her. she slouched down, vomiting into the trash can. “good girl, let it all out, it's okay..” you soothed, patting her back gently, helping her through it. “all done?” you asked softly after she stopped puking, helping her lift her head, and wiping her mouth with your sleeve. “hmph, yeah, i’m.. done.” she murmured, she was slightly out of it, but still fazed. “mamas.” she grunted softly, and i placed a hand on her stomach, it was rock hard, tense. i rubbed her stomach slowly and gently, making sure i didn't cause her any pain. “that better, sweetheart?” you asked gently, continuing to rub soft circles on her stomach, and she sighed. “yes, baby, thank you.” she murmured softly, slowly adjusting back to her normal self, slooooooowly. 

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“good girl.” you murmured softly, helping her lay down slowly, making sure you didn't hurt her. “i appreciate it, mamas.” she murmured quietly, it was painfully obvious she was tired, because she fell asleep almost instantly. “night, babygirl.” you murmured softly as you cuddled up to her, she would be okay, she truly would.

𝜗𝜚 a/n : as a girl that used & relapsed throughout her teenage years, this was particularly hard to write, i sobbed almost the whole way through. when i wrote this, i didnt think about how it would attract attention to using & overdosing. so, i must say that i'm NOT trying to influence drug usage. <3 please, stay away from substances, you truly don't know how bad it can hurt you. i also wanna say that this was longer than i wanted it to be smhh.. buuuttt i hope u enjoy reading it!

[bunnyrafe]

thinking about father figure bf!rafe being a meanie :(

maybe you were being disobedient. the main rule that you guys had was for you to never leave the house unless you had his permission. it was hard enough already because you get so easily distracted and he just has to keep you safe. without rafe you have no direction. no guidance. you both know it. but a couple of days ago when the two of you were out you saw the prettiest dress ever. you begged rafes ear off for him to get it but he was busy that day. he said he’d get it the next day. but it’s already been 4 days since you had last saw it. scared that the dress might have been gone you went out to get it.

“you think you can just leave the fucking house whenever you want to, huh?” he’s backing you into the wall. his chest rising and falling rapidly. you couldnt help but feel so dumb and stupid with him towering over you. the way his shoulders look so broa- . “answer me kid!” he slaps you. hard. “no daddy! im so so sorry! there was this dress that I really wanted and- let me put it on for you I think you’ll like it!” you were a blabbering mess. tears running down your face as you tried to make the situation better. tried to quickly put on the dress. tried to calm him down. “get on the fucking bed.” he doesn’t give you much of a choice to walk as he picks you up and slams you down.

“what has gotten into you? I give you everything you want and more and this is how you treat dad kiddo.” he’s pounding into you so hard and fast you can’t keep up. “why do you want to break my heart? you must want to go back to your life before me. maybe you should pack your bags once i’m done with you, yeah?” the words break your heart into tiny pieces. you couldn’t believe what he was saying. you tried so hard to get some words out but the feeling of him fucking you made you feel dizzy. he leans down to your ear. “go ahead and leave daddy. might not even cum inside this little cunnie of yours. you don’t deserve it.” you start to cry harder. “no no no daddy! don’t say that! it isn’t true! i-i love you so so so much! I don’t ever want to leave! please don’t make me. please cum in my cunnie. please please daddy i need you!” that was all he needed to hear. he knew the answer and truth is he’s never gonna let you go no matter how many times you screwed up. you were his angel sent from heaven. the biggest gift he could ever receive. you are his sweet little girl & always will be.

dad x kiddo girls rise up 🫡

(i need to be put down like a wild animal. these thoughts aren’t good for me. )

replying to this with an angstier angle because… i fear i need angst between them now and just like any real or pseudo dad, rafe is gonna fuck up ‘n make his sweet girl upset.

and well— he’s so harsh on you sometimes. so strict ‘n discipline driven because he has so much control over you since he wants you to be the happiest girl ever and is convinced that can only happen with his direction. he just wants his little girl to make the right choices and when you go against what he says, it’s hard to be a nice daddy no matter how much of an angel you may be…

him threatening to make you pack your things really breaks you, though </3 you’re so scared to even speak the slightest bit out of turn for the following weeks, and as much as rafe hates to admit it he deeply misses your bratty streak ‘n playful side. but you’re so scared of your daddy kicking you out even when he promises ‘n swears he would never do such a thing while making you feel so good underneath him.

[masonmiamor]

think about it - - mason mount x reader.

summary: what happens when bsf! mason wants more, but you’re not willing too in order to protect your friends heart and yours.

wc: 1.3k

Hi everyone... It's been months... so forgive me... it's a Christmas miracle! 😭😭I hope everyone is doing okay and safe! I'd love to hear all about it if you'd like to speak about it! Feel like this is so bad and I lost my spark but I hope you can still enjoy :( 💕 don't forget to reblog, as us writers love to hear back from you!

“Stop! Don’t say another word,” you reluctantly stood being faced with Mason who stood confused. “You can’t say that Mason. You’re going out with her! One of my friends? How can you say that?” you defend your friend, even if she wasn’t there. 

Being best friends with Mason wasn’t always easy. He forgot he was a normal person sometimes, and would let the fame get to his head, which is what he’s doing right now. Your parents and his were grateful more than ever to have you keep him in check because lord knew it would be a mess. 

Mason had been flirting and going out with your friend Stella. From the stories she told, it sounded serious, and wanted more. You didn’t play Cupid, and part of you was slightly upset when you found out from Declan they were going out. Behind your back, not even a single word from Mason. 

Stella was a beautiful blond, working at a law firm, and definitely super confident. You were the opposite, still at uni and trying to find a program that could promote your art. Art was your life, no matter what went on, it was a way for you to release all your energy into a blank canvas. 

“All I’m saying is that I don’t like her like that anymore. She’s to stuck up and self-centered, I’m not ready for that commitment,” Mason reasoned but you shook your head with a no. This was him. Becoming a womanizer. Forgetting the good and little things that occurred in his life. 

“You’re gonna break her heart? Before Christmas? Really?” you say with a pure questioning voice, your eyes squinting. Mason shrugged and nodded nonchalantly, “I don’t see why not. I realized I didn't want her. She’s not the one I want,” he said.  

“So why play her? Drag it out this long. That’s not fair to her,” you say disgusted not being able to look at him. Mason always was a person you admired and looked up to, but deep down you fell for the freckled brown-eyed man. It was hard to resist and you refused to accept it, but when seeing them together, you couldnt help think it should be you aside him. “You don’t think it’s fair for me? I never wanted her, she threw herself at me.” 

“Which is why I’m saying why play her when you should’ve made it clear from the start? You made her attached to you and let her believe your lies and promises. Mason what the actual fuck?” you spit out with pure rage. The room becomes hot as you begin to look around for the exit. 

“She also played with me! I’m sure she didn’t tell you that because you’re blind to her. You’re so quick to defend her but what about me? Your best friend? Stella messed around with other men, while I stayed loyal to her. She’s a liar and a manipulator. So what if I end it before Christmas? I can finally have the person I want instead of being focused on someone who can’t even make time for me.”

This was certainly news to you, as you started to feel regretful for the way you screamed at him. To call him a womanizer and letting the fame get to him. You didn’t know Stella did this, it was news to you. As all she could brag about nowadays was about Mason this Mason that. She never mentioned talking with other people. He was right. You did let her get to your head. 

“It’s okay I know you didn’t mean it, to scream at me,” Mason noticed your quiet tone, heart-wrenching as he tried to swallow the words that wanted to come out, before he knew it, he started speaking again. “I know you want what’s best for everyone, but when will you think of yourself? You also deserved to be treated right and loved by someone,” you eyed him weirdly and burst out laughing. 

“Me being in in love? Or someone loving me? That’s impossible. I haven’t had a boyfriend in years, let alone go on dates. I’m starting to accept the fact I won’t find anyone, I mean look at me!” you said seriously, continuing to laugh. Mason frowned, shaking his head at the way you were talking to yourself. 

“I am looking at you… and all I see is someone who’s scared of revealing who they truly are. The commitment maybe or afraid of being rejected. A beautiful, smart, independent woman,” Mason said carefully as he took steps closer to you. “Someone who deserves the world after putting everyone first before her. Why can't you see that? Why do you distance yourself from me?” he asked with urgency. 

You would be lying if you said you slowly detached yourself from him. Avoiding plans or meetings because it hurt to see him. The idea of him not telling you he was going out with Stella, seeing them together when all your friends went out, your friend who still was with Mason, and being in love with your best friend but still trying to refuse it. 

It drove you wild and often made you cry because everyone around you began to settle down, and you were left wondering why you couldn’t keep one good person in your life. You hated the fact of never being enough, for yourself or anyone around you. Maybe you weren't enough and that is what pushed people away. 

“Mason…”

“Why can't you let me love you like you deserve? Let me take your worries and pains away? Let me be the man you need and love you unconditionally? What are you so afraid of? What else do I have to do to get your attention?” Mason confessed. The Christmas tree lighting made him look intimidating as he held your face in his large hands. 

It was fucked up. He knew it was fucked up to mess with your friend to get you to see how madly he fell in love with you. It was an even bigger mistake to have dragged it out this long, knowing how distant and muted you were from him. He just wanted you to finally see that it was him all along. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, unable to look him in the eyes, because if you did, you would give it away how you felt about him. The eyes never lied. Your eyes never lied to him. “Say something please…” Mason pleaded, afraid he might've overstepped, or read the cards wrong. 

“I'm not the right person for you Mase… I can’t give you what you want…” you painfully smiled, as both of your hearts sunk deeper. “I can't lose you like I’ve lost everyone else. We wouldn't work, I’m just way too different from the girls you've been with,” you say pulling away from his grasp and walking to the opposite end of the room. 

“They're not you though. You will always come first. They didn't mean anything because it wasn't them I wanted, it's all along been you. I’ve spent way too much time thinking, losing you, suffering because you weren't with me. I'm tired of that, I just want you baby. Don't compare yourself to anyone in the world, because at the end of the day, you will be the first one I look for… I love you.” Your eyes widened, not realizing he stood in front of you again. 

Your head felt heavy, filled with thoughts as they raced through your head. Your chest tightened at his words. After waiting so long to hear them, why did all of a sudden feel different? Like you didn't believe them. Believe him. Was it the fact she was still present, or were you afraid of finally having something real and you being the reason to lose it all? Mason leaned down kissed the inner corner of your mouth, and pulled away. Joining your families who were celebrating Christmas Eve. 

“Think about it. Okay?”

[omensandwonders]

I HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING😩💕 I was wondering could I request some smutty rough dom ii content, maybe something like he’s been in a mood the last few days and he just needs to take it out on the reader👀

Totally fine if not of course💕💕

hello sweet anonie!! thank you so much, your wish is my command! i hope it lives up to your expectations!

warnings: ii x f!reader, degradation, impact play, rough sex, kinda dubcon?, i think thats it?

the second II stepped into your shared apartment he dropped everything and groaned loudly. naturally you sprinted around to corner to welcome your sweet boyfriend back from tour - he had insisted that you neednt pick him up from the airport - but his demeanor made you falter slightly. he was just so pissed off, you felt it radiating off of him in waves. he was pissed, and you were looking so sweet and pliant. "im sorry love, i just... i need this" he said quietly before closing the gap between you and forcefully pressing his lips to yours, one hand tangling in your hair to press you close. you gasped into the kiss, not expecting this so soon but god if you didnt love it when he got like this. you melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around II's neck before he pulled away, way too soon for your liking "on your knees. now" with no hesitation you dropped to your knees, undoing his belt. before you could put it away he took the belt from you "im keeping that for later" the promise in his voice sent a shiver down your spine as you undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one go. his hand on the back of your head pushed you forward, a silent command, and you complied, letting your tongue run up the base of his girth slowly before sucking on his tip, slowly starting to take him in fully. a melodic groan left II's lips, eyes trained on your face as you began bobbing your head. for a while he allowed you to go at your own pace, soft groans leaving his lips, before he gripped your hair tighter and forced you further down his cock, hips pushing forward meanly as you nearly gagged, tears welling up in your eyes. a breathy chuckle left II as he pulled his hips back only to thrust back forward, beginning to fuck your throat as he pleased. how could he not, you were just so pretty on your knees in front of him with those tears running down your cheeks. he roughly pulled you back before he came, watching you splutter for air with a grin.

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the past week had been so fucking infuriating. it was the last week of the tour, so everything started off with high spirits, but god it crumbled quick. when travelling to the last venue, the tour bus broke down and they almost had to cancel their show. then their equipment arrived too late, so they couldnt even practice before the last show. then on the flight home pretty much EVERYTHING had been delayed and to make it worse, TSA randomly searched him and his luggage. as if that wasnt bad enough, vessel had been cranky for days now for god knows what reason, but regardless, it was so annoying.

before you had any time to register what was happening you felt the heat of his open palm on your cheek, ripping a mewl from you as a second slap landed on your other cheek "get undressed" he didnt need to tell you twice, eagerly undressing yourself "face down, ass up" you felt your heartbeat in your throat, excitement thrumming through your veins as you got into position. he hummed quietly and let the leather of his belt drag up your thighs and over your arched back, letting you get used to the feeling before slamming the leather down on your ass, making you mewl out at the feeling. he was relentless, belt slamming against your soft skin over and over as he let out all his frustrations from the past days until the skin was an angry red "so pretty when youre bruised for me... such a pretty fucking whore" he mused, dropping the belt to run his hands over your sensitive, abused skin making you whimper. out of nowhere he landed a slap on your pussy, making you jolt and mewl out as he laughed. it hurt so bad but felt so fucking good at the same time. II really had found the perfect little masochist in you. he barely left you time to comprehend that the blunt head of his cock was pressing against your hole before hilting himself in one rough thrust, hand landing on the back of your neck to hold you down as you clawed at the floor "thats a good fuckin cocksleeve... just where you belong, on the floor, takin my dick just how i like it" leaving you barely any time to adjust to his thick cock he pulled out and slammed back in. his thrusts were rough, deep and angry. you moaned out his name over and over, unable to do anything but lay still and take, take, take whatever he gave you. II's free hand gripped your waist, hard enough to bruise as he fucked you into the floor, unrestrained groans and moans leaving his lips. it didnt take long for both of you to near the edge, him close from fucking your throat, you sensitive from his earlier abuse of your ass "dont you fucking dare cum. not until i say so" he groaned, hand moving up to tangle in your hair and pull your head back "dont you fucking dare" you could practically hear the grin in his voice. you all but sobbed out as he moaned and emptied himself inside of you, only pulling out when he was done, leaving you crashing to the floor.

"dont be dramatic, im nowhere near done with you"

[thedevilsoftruth]

Persuade

Pairing: Marc Spector x afab reader

Summary: You're married to Marc and his family stays with you for night, but Marc has had a high sex drive all day and cant keep it in his pants.

Warning: smut, unprotected ( don't try this at home ) " but your parents are in the other room " shamless sex, hair pulling, foreplay (f receiving)

w/c: 1k

" Okay, Dad, goodnight. " Marc laughed nervously as he shut the bedroom door shut. The new year had just hit and Marcs parents were staying with you since they were on vacation and wanted to visit. You and Marc were married and lived somewhere in Los Angeles, away from Chicago where his parents lived. His parents were going to be staying in the guest room next to the master bedroom that you and Marc shared.

You were undressing out of your day clothes so you could switch into your pajamas, and the worried thought of Marc's parents staying in the other room didn't cross your mind until Marc walked into the closet. He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, taking you by surprise and making you drop your shirt.

" We're alone now. " he murmured into your ear, breathing down your neck and kissing your skin gently. His hands rubbed up and down your sides soothingly, making you feel warm inside.

" Marc, we can't. " You sighed, trying to grab his hands and take him off you but he was stronger than you. He heald you tighter to his body--and he was already hard, had been ever since you sat in his lap for a split second on the couch not too long ago.

" They won't hear. " Marc whispered, hungry, wet lips sweeping all across the nape of your neck. You were tempted. Marc had the power to persuade you into doing anything. You couldnt let him win...But the way he rubbed his big hands up and down your bare thighs, kissed your skin and spoke so sweetly to you made him utterly unresistable. You were weak for him and you couldn't deny you wanted him to fuck you right there on the spot.

" But Marc..." Your voice was barely above a whisper. Your words were lies, very dumb and far-fetched and Marc was smart. He knew you, knew when you wanted something and when you didn't, knew the ways of your body too well. His teeth clamped down, very gently, onto a spot on your shoulder near your neck and sent you flying.

" Oh baby... " He breathed against your shoulder, hand working towards your inner thigh where his thumb came to contact with your slit behind your panties. You bit your lip, holding back any noises that yelled at you to be let out. His thick two middle fingers shifted towards your folds and came into contact with your clothed clit.

" I can make you do anything. " Marc promised, rubbing fast circles around your small bud and immediately inflicting a loud moan out of you. It was true, he could make you do anything. And that was a blessing on his end but a curse on yours. He gave one last stroke to your clit and one last kiss to your neck and you were finalized.

" You can. Just take me, Marc. " You admitted, grabbing his wrist and looking at him over your shoulder. And dear God, that look on your face turned him on so bad. Those pretty wide eyes, creased eyebrows and lips you kept pursed. He turned you around and hesitated not, to grab your thighs and lift you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you off and dropped you down on your shared bed. The mattress sunk beneath your weight, Marc slid his black turtleneck above his head and tore his belt buckle off his belt loops. He pulled his pants down along with his boxers and let his pre-cum lubricated erection free. Then, he wasted no time to get you stripped and position himself between those pretty thighs of yours.

He sulked his lips and entered you slowly, feeling the stretch and heat of your inner walls welcoming him. You both exhaled heavily and he captured your lips into a breathtaking kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, playing roughly with yours, licking past your bottom lip and back into your open mouth. His hand moved down to the heat in between your thighs, further stimulating you by rubbing slow circles around your clit as he pumped slightly faster thrusts into you. You moaned into the kiss and your nails dug into his back. The short hairs on his jaw and upper lip tickled your skin gently as his lips danced with yours. Your thighs clenched around his waist and you pulled away from him, strings of saliva disconnecting from your locked in lips.

He stared down at you, your delicate facial features scrunching up in pleasure, plump lips wet from his kiss, your tight pussy taking him in so well. It was a sight for sore eyes, and he felt damn lucky enough to be able to see it. You both began having ragged breathing as he trusted into you like a starved man. The headboard was already hitting the walk, the bed was making quiet squeaks, small whimpers and muffled moans were released by you. It was a bit loud, but Marc doubted it was loud enough for his parents to hear. But why did it matter if all of it was so good? Why would he stop when you were sprawled out beneath him like this and making all those pretty noises? Why would he stop when he had a burning ache for more?

" Fuck, you're so sweet. s-so tight, mph-fuck. " He grunted as his cock pulsed through your slippery folds. Your nails dug deeper into his skin and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, hips an legs jerking in his wake. Even though it hadn't been long at all, you already felt like you were going explode. His thumb trailed up and down your sensitive folds, then trailed back up to meet back with your clit. All of it was bliss, pure and utter bliss. And still, you needed both needed more. He lifted your leg up and above his shoulder as he drove deeper into you, muttering swears under his breath and gritting his teeth together. He removed his hand from your heat and wrapped it around your neck, taking you by surprise and making you whimper.

You closed your eyes and moaned out chants of his name, making him only get off harder to hearing his name come out of your pretty mouth. He was lost. You were going crazy. You both were at a point where nothing else mattered and all you wanted was a taste of sweet release. Then, he began hitting that sweet, sensitive spot he knew you liked that was capable of stirring you off the edge.

" Such a good girl, you are. You like that? " He uttered through shuddered breath as he rammed into you. Breathless, broken moans bolted out of your lips, thighs began shaking from its position and nose began burning like you were going to start crying. You could barely take him. His grip tightened around your neck and your toes curled into nothingness. Your hands scrambled to grasp fistfulls of his brown, curly hair, desperate to grab onto anything. it wasn't going to be long before you were ready to let go.

Endless gasps and moans broke out of you, and you just let them roam free. Marc let go of your neck and found your hair, tugging at it harshly and growling lowly as he pounded you into oblivion.

" F-fucking take it, yes, just like.. like that. " he moaned breathlessly, hips snapping forward and back into your slick heat and taking your breath away each time. His grasp on your hair became tighter, making you wince and making him harsher. He pulled your head back by your hair and you cried out loudly. He took one last hard deep thrust into you and groaned loudly as he slowly released his hot seed onto you, you catching up soon after and creating a bigger mess on the sheets.

" So good... so fucking good. " He rasped out, quickly locking his lips with yours once more and pulling out of you slowly.

" Do you think they heard? " You asked when he pulled away, knowing it was a silly question whilst already knowing it's answer. He laughed.

" They most definitely heard "