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[longleggedsocialist]

just realized I haven’t eaten a single thing today 😬

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

My baby, my baby…

Summary: Leon is a man pushing 40 and you’re a girl in her early 20s. You confessed your feelings but things went south.

Warning: age gap. literally any older version of Leon. reader is young. female reader. haha guess what? it’s sad again.

a/n: I love mitski <3 still mad I didn’t go to her concert. Guys I love writing, I feel like I’m god waiting for shit to happen. TEEHEE.🤭 also, should I make a part two with smut?

(pt.1) (pt.2)

“You're my baby, say it to me” - Mitski, I Bet On Losing Dogs

You hated him. Well not really. You just hated the way he made you feel when you two were in the same room. Your heart beat faster and you felt your face grow hot. You had butterflies in your stomach every time he did something. And you felt stupid because he’s a man twice your age.

You did what you always think is best, avoid him. To which you failed miserably. You both worked on the same team on the DSO, of course you were bound to be next to him. It was as if the universe was mocking you. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. This man, poor innocent man, probably doesn’t know that he has someone so much younger after him. He must be worried about missions and not dying, while you were here crushing over him.

It didn’t help the way he would talk to you, distant but polite. He didn’t hate you, he just thought you were too young to experience such a miserable life the DSO puts on its agents. He wants you to live life. To be a normal girl in her early 20s. He wanted you to have the life he wished he had. He wished you would live your 21st year way differently than when he was 21.

But those thoughts remained unspoken. Neither of you actually spoke about anything besides work and missions. You tried to find excuses to talk to him but he would just stare at you in silence as you talked. He wasn’t mad, he just stood there. (Like this lol🧍‍♂️)

Professional and polite conversations turned into jokes. One time, during a meeting, you were sitting next to Leon and the poor man looked like he didn’t get an ounce of sleep. Chris was talking about some mission in Antarctica and Leon couldn’t help but grumble a stupid joke about all the penguin shit roaming around. It was such a stupid joke but you laughed. When Leon heard you laugh, he turned his head your direction and stared at you with a raised brow. He smirked to himself and laughed a little bit. It was funny to both of you.

From that moment, he became more warm towards you. When he saw you, he would nod at him. And you being you, a delusional lover, gushed about how much he is in love with you.

You managed to break the ice exterior he had because he would look at you with soft eyes every time you got near him.

-

But things changed when you confessed your feelings to him. The softness in his eyes disappeared and he looked at you with the same distant look he had. “I’m too old for you, y/n…” He spoke with a quiet but firm tone. The two of you were currently alone in some room inside the DSO building. You thought this was the perfect time to let your feelings out.

He took a step towards you and stood in front of you, “You should focus on someone your age, sweetheart,” He mumbled as he brought his hand to your face and brushed some strands of hair behind your ear. He then ran his hand down your cheek with a gentle touch. You couldn’t help but lean into it. His thumb gently grazes against your bottom lip as he ran his fingers around your side of your face.

You were upset, you wanted him despite the age gap. “Please… I only want you,” you whispered and leaned into the palm of his hand.

Leon stared at you and then sighed as he brought his hand down your chin to lift it up more. He wanted to see those beautiful eyes of yours, even if they began to show how sad you were. “It’s wrong for me to have you,” he whispered gently as he examines your face.

You felt your eyes become full of emotion, “It’s not fair…” your voice came out strained and barely audible, it was a miracle Leon still understood you.

"I know." Leon sighed, unable to keep himself from looking you with a soft look. You were his soft spot after all, "Trust me; nothing would please me more than to be with you..."

“Then let me have this one chance…please?” You begged with pleading eyes. "I shouldn't," he breathed, eyes traveling down to your lips before returning to scan your face, "It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of you..."

“I want you to take advantage of me, to use me… I just want to be yours,” you whispered as your eyes shifted down to his lips and then back to his eyes.

"You're sure about this?" His breathing quickened as his eyelids drew heavy, his gaze locked onto the soft curve of your lips. You nodded, “I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t sure,” you whispered as your hand intertwined with his.

He squeezed your hand, and with a slight shrug of his shoulders, he leaned down until your faces were just mere inches apart.

He breathed slowly, eyes scanning your gaze, "Promise me one thing..."

You stared at his eyes and nodded, “yeah?”

"Promise me..." He breathed out slowly, allowing himself to lean in closer to you until his breathing was near whisper. "...That you will not regret this.”

“I won’t,” you whispered as you closed your eyes and felt Leon's lips finally make contact with yours, kissing for the very first time. It was a gentle, tender caress that made your cheeks flush with color, his broad hands gently resting on your hips while the tips of his fingers grazed the skin of your waist. You brought your hands to his broad shoulders and rested them there. You felt your knees grow weak from the gentleness of the kiss. His lips felt so soft against yours, he tasted the flavor of your chapstick and he couldn’t help but love it even more.

He sighed against your lips as the gentleness of the kiss began to build into something more passionate. His lips pressed against yours firmly, a hand cupping your chin to keep your face closer. His lips parted slowly, urging your lips to part as well. When you felt his lips part and his tongue press on your bottom lip, you gasped and he dived his tongue right into your mouth. His tongue finally danced against your tongue, inviting a response back from you. Your grip on his shoulders increased ever so slightly as you moaned in the kiss, sending the vibrations to his tongue as both your tongues danced passionately.

He moaned softly in response, his hands sliding around to your back once more holding you as close to him as he could. His tongue continued to swirl around your mouth, gently sucking at your bottom lip. His hold on you was strong and firm, a silent command to stay pressed against him. His hold on you only grew stronger as he kept you pressed up against his body. A hand ran through your hair, keeping your head held in place. His tongue and lips continued the dance of teasing and pleasing, your own lips responding in kind. The passion built within his embrace, his breath growing labored and his heart beating rapidly against his chest. It felt so surreal.

You moved your hands down to his chest and gently pulled back to catch your breath. You panted as you tried to breathe and remain focused. Your brain felt mushy from how good the kiss was. You finally got the chance to taste his lips.

His lips parted from yours, and he breathed out slowly, his breathing rapid and throat parched. His hand slid to your lower back as he kept you pressed close to him. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, then gently tucked it back behind your ear. "Are you ok?" He whispered, voice still strained, but his body relaxing slightly.

You nodded and breathed out a small “yes,”

Leon let his grip on you loosen slightly, allowing a small distance to form between the two of you. He brushed the side of your face, and his hand moved to grasp yours.

"Good," He whispered slowly, his gaze falling to your lips, "So very good..." he sighed and let his hand slid back down your back before letting go, "Forgive me if I got a little carried away..." He took in a deep breath, his voice now returning to a normal tone, "I've wanted to do that for a very long time..."

You eyes nestled bulged out of their sockets after he said that, “You did?” You asked softly in disbelief.

He nodded slowly, his gaze flicking between yours, “Yes. Ever since the moment we first met, I was attracted to you, even though I knew it was wrong. I wanted you, wanted to hold you close, kiss you, and make you mine…” his eyes growing distant, "I've wanted you..." He took a deep breath, then gently caressed your chin with a hand, his lips gently grazing your forehead.

You closed your eyes and felt the softness of his lips plant a kiss on your forehead. A gesture so gentle and soft it could bring anyone to their knees.

He breathed out slowly, closing his eyes for a second before opening them to peek at you through his lids. He raised a brow and sighed, adjusting the hold on your chin to gently tip your head up.

"But as I said, I'm too old for you," he brushed his fingers across your jawline, "And I fear that our relationship would be met with judgment and ridicule..." he looked at you with saddened eyes. He wished he could kiss you anytime, to be with you in public and not have to worry about the judgment. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman to ever step foot on earth. It was sad, really. How much love he had for you but he hid it for your sake. He loves you so much he didn’t want you to get hurt.

You furrowed your brows together and looked at him with those sad eyes of yours. But his heart ached the most with the strain of your voice, “I don’t care what anyone says…”

"But you should," he replied softly, "You're still young... You should find someone closer to your age,” he caressed your cheek once again as he looked into your eyes "What about your family?" He sighed, "What if your parents disagree with us? They'd say that I'm taking advantage of you and manipulating you because you're young..."

“Leon, please, I’m an adult. I can make my own choices…” you whispered with a sad tone, “I don’t care if you’re 20 years older than me. I want you… dare I say I love you…”

Leon fell silent as your words sank into him. He froze in place, for a few moments, he was speechless, his facial expressions shifting through multiple emotions.

"Love me?" He whispered, leaning down towards you, "Y/n… you don’t love me. You love the idea of me you have in your head.” He whispered softly as he caressed your cheek once again. His voice so soft and tender and full of sadness.

Your throat was caught up into a knot. Did you screw things over already? Or were they already screwed up before this began?

You bit your bottom lip to contain the threatening tears that were about to spill. He saw this and gently brought his thumb over to the corner of your eyes and wiped them for you.

“I love you…” you nodded and felt your eyes get glossy, “I love you, Leon…” you whispered, “This feeling I have… it’s controlling me. I can’t breathe when I’m not with you. I need you…”

“Don’t cry, angel,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead again and gave you a sad smile. “How do you know this is not just infatuation?”

You stared into his blue eyes deeply, “Because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone before..”

His eyes were locked onto yours, a million thoughts running through his head. As much as he wanted to be with you, this was never meant to happen. You’re way too young. You needed someone else, someone better than him. He sighed and looked out the window. What was once a sunny day became a rainy one. He looked back down at you.

"Go home, y/n…" he whispered.

He let go of your face and took a step back. You watched him go with sad eyes, you wanted to chase after him so badly but you felt frozen in place. It was bittersweet. You got the kiss you wanted but at the cost of him leaving you.

You sniffled and cried silently as you walked out of the building and to the bus stop. You put on your headphones and began to listen to some music while you watched the raindrops race down the window.

Leon watched you from the second floor window. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart. He knew you’d cry but he couldn’t let you get too attached to someone like him. He was broken, never meant to be fixed again. While you were everything. In another universe, maybe the two of you could’ve been together.

[canthelpit0]

Enemies (with benefits) PT2

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Word count : 6.2k +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: swearing, smut, a lot of plot, use of Y/N, FOMO, partying, drinking, smoking (cigarettes, weed), pet names (sweetheart, pretty boy, pretty girl, ma, cherry), name calling (slut), making out, getting caught, p in v, jealous!Reader, jealous!Chris, dom!Chris, unprotected (wrap it before u tap it), spanking, riding, doggy, degradation(?), creampie, slut shaming

(A/N: I wrote this in like a day. so I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. this was fun to write and ended up way longer than intended. Enjoy 🤭)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Now sitting at my vanity I’m touching up the rest of my makeup. I’ve been invited to some party, even though I said I would distance myself from that kind of stuff. But I was invited and my FOMO was bad enough to make me go.

“You done? The Uber is here.” Evelyn asks. Evelyn is my best friend, and she has been since middle school, she was there for my awkward phases and stuck with me. Now we’re in senior year soon to graduate.

“Yeah I’m coming.”

I say standing up a bit too aggressively than intended. I just really would like to stay home for once and just sleep, but I really can’t.

I don’t even want to go to that goddamn party, but the more time passed the more I thought about how much I’d miss out on.

‘What if something happened and I wasn’t there to see it’

I grab my purse and walk out the door, Evelyn following behind me.

I was wearing a tight, black, mini-dress, that wasn’t as short as the average mini-dress. It is about mid-thigh, but it has a ‘sexy slit’ up my left thigh. And my hair simply down

Evelyn was wearing a simple navy blue mini-dress, that, in her words “has the right amount of glitter on it”. Both of us decked up in jewelry.

Evelyn has her hair bleached, almost platinum blonde. She wears a lot of heavy makeup, but she looks gorgeous with it. Her eyes are dark adding a good contrast.

The first time Evelyn dyed her hair was in like 8th grade. To go from her dirty blonde a little lighter. Until eventually doing it so many times, going lighter and lighter until she ended up here, platinum blonde. But it suits her.

We walk out of my house, the Uber already there like she’d said.

And while I’m still thinking about why I even agreed to this, and ‘oh, it won’t be that bad’ , and ‘I do this all the time anyway’ , we arrive.

“Girl” Evelyn nudges me nodding to the window, and when I turn my head we’re here. I open the car door, and as soon as I do I can already hear the faint hum of the music coming from inside. I slide out of the backseat, Evelyn following behind me, after paying and tipping the driver.

We step up to the porch, and people in the front yard were already throwing up and smoking and whatnot. After all, we came fashionably late.

As soon as we Walk in the intense smell of alcohol and weed washes over me.

I started to question if this was actually a good idea. But when I look over at Evelyn the blonde is already looking over the crowd of people. She looks excited, and I can’t help the sigh that I let out.

Nobody seems to hear it anyway, the music is too loud.

“Go have fun,” Evelyn says over the music elbowing my side.

I roll my eyes looking over at her, a small smile crossing my lips as I chuckle. “You too. I’ll see you later.” I answer loudly smiling back at her before she nods eagerly.

Evelyn isn’t a bad friend at all. She’s great. Just at parties, I would much rather not stand next to her while she is flirting with some dude.

I tell her everything. Always. Except for the fact that me and Chris hook up. It’s kind of a more secret thing, especially since Evelyn knows how much we hate each other. It’s hard to explain. The feeling, the things that he makes me feel. So I don’t even try.

I watch her fade into the crowd starting to make my own way into the party.

It was a simple house party some random popular rich kid was throwing. Nothing special.

I make my way to the kitchen, brushing past drunk and sweaty teenagers.

Parties are way more enjoyable when you’re drunk.

So I pore myself some shots to get myself started.

I down another shot, feeling like the two I already took weren’t enough. I put down the shot glass more aggressively than needed, my face contorting in disgust at the liquid burning down my throat.

I look over at the bottle of tequila on the counter next to me. I sigh steadying myself on the counter my arms holding me up. I look down for a moment already feeling the alcohol kick in. The music started to sound louder, ringing in my ears.

I sigh standing up straight again. I can feel the effects starting. My eyes scan the room, looking for any familiar faces, or anyone cute..

With how much I party I handle my shots pretty well.

I furrow my eyebrows walking around the kitchen island to the living room where most people are, crowded in the middle, dancing and whatnot.

I see Evelyn there, and she’s just dancing so I join her.

After a while I excuse myself. I need some fresh air. I’d been offered one too many beers and I was feeling way more drunk than I wanted to be.

I really don’t wanna go home completely drunk.

I push my way through the crowd of teenagers, making my way to the back door. Getting out, the fresh air hits me like a truck. It feels like I can breathe again.

I step down the porch, sitting down at the steps of the back porch leaning against the railing slightly.

The fresh air feels sobering, but the sips from my red solo cup keep me drunk. I think it’s some sort of beer, but honestly, with the amount of different alcohol I’ve had tonight, I can’t even tell the difference.

Suddenly I feel a presence next to me. I look over to see a brunette boy.

Ethan Marlo.

He’s the school's resident stoner. The leader of the other skater boys. He’s been caught smoking on school grounds so many times.

And while I was certainly not innocent either, at least I didn’t go and get caught.

His hair is long and messy brown… -reminds me of Chris’.. no it’s too curly for that...

His eyes are brown but somehow sharp like he was staring into my soul, and judging everything he saw.

I’d talked to him a few times before, nothing worth noting though. But from what interaction I’ve had with him he was nicer than he looks.

He may just have a resting bitch face.

“Hey?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.

I watch him pull the cigarette from his lips blowing the toxic smoke away.

“Hi.”

I watch as he puts the cigarette back between his lips. I raise an eyebrow watching him. Waiting for him to speak. To tell me why he is sitting next to me.

But he doesn’t.

“Do you talk?” I ask slightly annoyed at having my alone time interrupted cause some random kid sat down.

“Yeah.” He mumbles against his cigarette taking another puff.

He pulls the cigarette from his lips and blows away the smoke before looking at me again.

“I’m Ethan.” He smiles slightly.

“I know.”

Almost everybody knows Ethan. The kid’s a troublemaker. Teachers hate him. He’s a problem child and people know him for that. And he’s not exactly ugly or anything either.

“Now sweetheart, this would be the moment when you introduce yourself.” He sounds sarcastic almost like he was fucking with me.

“Y/n” I say simply staring back at him as he gives me a goofy grin.

I’m not popular in school, but people still know me. They know who I am because mainly Chris and I would always argue. And people know Chris.

Girls are all over him. Asides from the obvious fact that he’s a triplet and most people think that’s interesting. Most people also think he’s hot.

But most people at our school are stupid anyway.

“You want one?” He asks nodding down to the cigarette in his hands.

It wasn’t like I’d never smoked before, but I’m not a smoker.

I shrug letting out a small “Why not”

I look back at Ethan, and I feel him cup my face with his hand. My lips parted in shock. he chuckles, He places his cigarette between my lips.

When he takes his hand off of my face I raise an eyebrow at him, taking the cigarette between my pointer and middle finger as I inhale it.

Taking the cigarette from my lips I go to speak again. I breathe out the smoke.

“Dude” I sigh, my tone sounds flatter than intended. but whatever.

I pause for a moment taking another drag. He was always known to carry some weed.

“You got any weed?” I ask handing him the cigarette.

He chuckles pulling out an already rolled blunt and tossing it over to me. “You’re pretty you know that?”

He says looking back at me. I raise my eyebrow picking up the rolled blunt and putting it in my purse. “Oh yeah?”

It sounds more cocky than it did in my head but oh well.

I probably look really cocky right now. With the way, I’m leaning back against the higher step behind me.

But whatever. Honestly, I’m too drunk to care.

I put the cigarette back between my lips breathing in the toxic smoke.

Okay, maybe crossfaded.

Pulling the cigarette from my lips, I hold it between two fingers as I take a sip of my drink in my solo cup.

“Yeah”

He looks at me like he genuinely thinks I’m pretty. And honestly, I like the attention, but I don’t know if I actually like it. It feels weird. But I don’t know if that’s just me being drunk and oblivious or something.

I hand him over the cigarette and he takes it from my fingers, taking a drag of it.

“You’re interesting.”

The words leave my lips before I know. He was. I don’t think he was middle class at all. And he was a stoner and a skater, of course, he is interesting.

“Is that a compliment?” He chuckles watching me as he smokes his cigarette.

I chuckle. I feel like I’m sobering up too much.

“Imma go inside pretty boy.”

And with that I’d gotten up, half stumbling to the door. As soon as I'm inside I brush through crowds of people.

Oh wow, that dude looks like Chris

I stop in my tracks as I narrow my eyes at the couple making out in the corner of the living room.

Hold on that is Chris.

Who the fuck is he kissing.

Poor girl

They shift slightly and even from across the room I can tell that he’s deepening the kiss.

I wait to see if they shift enough for me to see her face.

Chris turns her around, pinning her to the wall by her neck. Her entire face is in view.

Charlotte Baker.

I’ve known Charlotte since kindergarten. Chris had too. But I’ve known Chris longer than she has.

I thought he wasn’t into blondes?

I wouldn’t care who he kisses, we’re not exclusive or anything. But him kissing the very embodiment of what he is not into? The person I hate the most?

Well okay, I don’t really hate Charlotte. I severely dislike her. She’s a bitch. No literally. She’s always so rude. But I don’t know if that’s just me. She seems to have a particular hatred towards me.

They continue making out and honestly, I don’t want to see him stick his tongue down her throat- like he had done to me so many times.

I blink aggressively. I realize that people have been brushing past me and that I’d been staring so I move out of the way.

Leaning against the wall of the living room, right opposite where Chris has her pinned. I’m watching them. I know I am. But I can’t pull my eyes away from them.

It feels like I only have tunnel vision on them. And honestly I don’t know who I feel bad for more.

Chris, for kissing Charlotte, knowing she’s a bitch.

Or Charlotte, knowing she’s making out with a guy whose motto is literally ‘hit and quit’.

I can feel my throat burning as I sip on my red solo cup, which is probably filled with beer.

I sigh, I really need to sober up

I push myself off the wall shaking my head slightly. I go to the kitchen, pushing through the teens in my way. Honestly, I don’t know what time it is, but do I care tho.

I pour the liquid in the red solo cup down the drain, watching it. I lean against the counter over the sink closing my eyes for a second to stay focused.

But all I can really think of is Chris and Charlotte making out just a room away. And the thought disgusts me to the point I wanna throw up, but that could also be the alcohol.

God, I wish I could string together a coherent thought.

I glance over my shoulder. The kitchen is open to the living room and entry but from where I’m standing I can’t see them.

I go to the fridge pulling out a water bottle. The bottle is cold against my skin, and suddenly I’m aware of how I feel like I’m burning up.

With shaky hands, I open the bottle of water taking a sip. Letting the cold water flow down my throat and ease the burn of the alcohol I’d been drinking.

I blind furiously stare at the wall trying to sober up drinking half the bottle.

I sigh my eyes drifting back to the living room. I feel more sober than I did five minutes ago.

I can’t see them, so I walk to the other side of the kitchen trying to get a view of where they were without having to go back to the living room.

They’re not there.

My thoughts immediately go to dirtier places. Shaking my head I furrow my eyebrows, my body tensing up before I realize.

Fuck, ew, I don’t wanna think of that. The fuck.

I take another sip of the water trying really hard to sober up more.

But before I know it, I’m already stumbling up the steps.

So maybe I’m not as sober as I thought, what about it.

I think I’d decided to go upstairs to relax instead of outside because Ethan was still outside. And honestly, I’d left him, so if I came outside again he’d surely ask why I came back right?

I open a random door, leaning against the doorway. Staring into the room my eyes squinted.

Until my eyes fall on Chris… with Charlotte.

Them, making out, Charlotte on top of him while she is fumbling to undo his belt.

Chris’ eyes snap open staring at me. While kissing her. My jaw clenches as I stand frozen not moving to leave like I should’ve.

He breaks the kiss slightly, pushing Charlotte away but not letting go.

“Y/n. Leave”

His gruff voice says and my mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out.

When Charlotte hears my name, and sees he’s looking past her she looks over her shoulder her eyes locking her with mine.

A disgusted look crossed my face. Not that it was intentional, but Jesus was this sight ircking.

Did I look like that when I’m on top of Chris? Ew.

I shake my head slightly turning on my heel, slamming the door behind me.

Okay, maybe dealing with Ethan would’ve been easier than ever having to witness that.

I walk downstairs. That sight sobered me up more than all the water I just drank.

I card through the people again now annoyed with how many people are here. Christ i just want to be alone somewhere.

Going back outside I sit back down next to Ethan. He had moved to the side where I had been sitting. And now he was smoking some weed.

“Back already?”

His tone sounds amused, and now that I’m more sober I can clearly see him checking me out.

“You mind?” I raise an eyebrow turning more towards him. my eyes scanning his face.

He had those dark brown eyes. They were droopy and he had heavy bags under them. His hair did remind me of Chris’, it was almost the same shade. His hair was curlier than Chris’ tho and probably also a little longer. His jawline is sharp and-

Why the hell am I comparing this random cute skater boy to Chris?

“No” he chuckles and looks at me.

He looks kind, honestly.

I lean over taking the blunt from between his lips and putting them between my own.

“What, did you already smoke the blunt I just gave you?”

“So what if I did?”

I didn’t. It was still in my purse, but he didn’t need to know that. Maybe he’ll give me more.

I pull the blunt from my lips blowing the smoke right in his face. But he doesn’t even flinch at it.

He’s a stoner, of course, he wouldn’t.

He chuckles watching me, taking the blunt from my lips before I can take a drag. Grinning, he puts it between his own lips.

“ ‘ts fine. I have more” he mumbles around the blunt before inhaling properly.

“I see that” I chuckle watching him as he takes a drag.

He looks pretty like that. He looks painfully similar to Chris tho. He could almost be their lost brother. If he put in blue contacts that is.

That’s a stupid thought-

“So, you know the party is inside right? What’re you doing here?” I ask my curiosity taking over.

He chuckles blowing the smoke into my face like I had previously done to him. He puts the blunt between my lips.

“Don’t question me, pretty girl.” He chuckles. I raise an eyebrow but inhale from the blunt. Watching him pull the blunt to his own lips as I exhale.

“Yeah,” I chuckle watching him. I feel more sober than before, but the weed is making me feel things again. “Mhm, so don’t question me either.”

He raises an eyebrow, pulling the blunt from his lips. But before he can ask anything I'm climbing into his lap.

He’d been sitting there all sprawled out. And the weed was starting to hit me. I don’t know why I’d get on the lap of this random, hot, interesting guy. But, why not?

And if Chris can fuck someone else, I might as well have fun too.

He doesn’t tense up, probably as high as me, if not even more. He looks up at me on his lap looking so kissable.

Those lips that look like Chris’ are driving me crazy

“Making moves on me now sweetheart?” He chuckles putting the blunt between his lips again as he takes another drag. His eyes are already red, and mine are probably starting to get red too.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been flirting with me”

I answer without thinking. Being high, and slightly tipsy from earlier was making me bolder. And the way he looks at me gives me an ego boost.

I pull the blunt from his lips after he takes a drag of it. I chuckle, putting the blunt between my own lips and taking a drag.

“Oh but have I?”

After inhaling I pull the blunt from my lips. Putting it out on the porch steps next to us.

I lean over him my hand cupping his jaw as I kiss him blowing the weed smoke into his mouth.

Except we never pull apart. his hand goes to the back of my neck and my waist, as we start to make out heavily.

My arm wraps around his neck the other one holding him by his jaw as the kiss turns even more hearted.

His hand starts to tail down my waist, to my thigh. My left thigh. His hand grazes my bare skin, getting dangerously close to my ass, and my lacy thong than I would like.

We probably look like we’re trying to devour each other. Well, that’s at least how I feel. Until-

“What the fuck?”

Chris.

I pull away from Ethan abruptly. He looks at my face, then to where I am looking.

Chris is standing there in all his glory. His arms crossed, as he stands in front of the back door. All the way at the top of the steps, on the porch, looking down at us.

I clench my jaw. I wanna ignore him and go back to what I was doing but he was giving me that look. That look that promised trouble. He was telling me to come to him, without telling me.

I lean against Ethan pecking his jawline.

“I gotta go pretty boy”

I mumble under my breath before getting up from where I’d been on his lap and walking the few steps up the porch.

My tiny handbag is on my arm as I walk towards Chris. I pull down the back of my dress as I feel Chris' harsh grip on my upper arm.

“Upstairs you’re gonna regret that.” He says under his breath leaning in slightly so I can hear him.

I purse my lips opening the backdoor and walking in. Chris’ hand stays on my arm pulling me upstairs.

We enter some random room.

The same room that he fucked her in.

He presses a kiss to my head, leaning over me to undo the lace at the back of my dress. The back of the dress wasn’t open, but it had a lace to make it tight.

“You were gonna let him fuck you huh?” He mumbles kissing my jaw.

He locks the door and pulls his shirt over his head.

“Did you fuck her?” The words leave my lips before I think about it. I’m still high from all the weed I’d smoked.

“No.” He says pointedly. My eyes started to trail down his chest. A sight I’ve seen so many times before. “You cockblocked me”

He leans in kissing me as I just kiss back letting him take the lead.

“Did I?” I mock back. My tone is mildly condescending. My eyes glued on his. Those blue eyes piercing through my soul, he looks like he wants to eat me alive

“Yeah. How about you make it up to me, hm?” He says. His tone was ever so condescending and cocky.

I hadn’t even known he’d be at this party. And that makes me think, he was never the type to drink, so he was probably wanting to get laid.

But why wouldn’t he just call me?

I also hadn’t seen Nick or Matt anywhere, so I would assume that he’s here alone.

He hadn’t told me he’d be here. And honestly, I wouldn’t expect him to. After all, I still hate him, and he obviously hates me.

Before I can reply to his question his lips crash on mine again. My arms wrap around his neck, his hands firmly on my waist.

He pulls away from the kiss. He leans down to the hem of my dress to pull it over my head. I slip out of the dress as he just throws it somewhere carelessly. It landed next to his discarded shirt.

“Want you to ride me Ma”

“Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow. Looking him over. He starts to undo his jeans sliding out of them.

He looks over my lacy panties and matching bra. They’re plain black and simple. But Chris likes them.

Chris likes my body, but he hates me.

Before I know it we’re on the bed, Chris under me. I hover over his dick, as I slowly slide down in it.

I watch as Chris sighs throwing his head back further into the pillow under his head watching me.

“You like that?” I scoff. My words come out more rough and disgusted than I intended. He just.. god his existence pisses me off.

“Yeah ma,” his tone is sharp from the heavy breaths he’d been taking.

I lean down to him to kiss him. His hand stays on my waist while my hand is on his chest the other one next to his head to steady myself.

He suddenly grabs my face, holding me by my chin. I look down at him waiting for him to talk.

“Where you gonna fuck him like this too?”

He asks his tone sharp still. But now because he is disgusted and angry, not because he’s breathing hard.

“No. Fuck me like you mean it”

He snaps staring back up at me. He lets go of my face pushing me back. I scoff leaning away to sit up again. His hand goes back to my waist waiting for me to move.

I start to move on it again. Slowly grinding into him. My hand which had been next to his head, trails from his collarbone down his chest to his abdomen. Until I pull my hand off of him.

I start to bounce on it more. Now, not just rocking my hips, but fully riding him.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my dick like the fucking slut you are.”

I hear his breaths get sharper again. His hand trails lower to my hips as he starts to pull me down, intensifying my movements.

I can feel him hit my cervix with every thrust. This angle is heavenly.

The harder I start to ride him, the harsher his grip on my hips gets.

I feel a knot building In my stomach. My movements get sloppier as a result. My eyes shut for a moment as my mouth falls open.

Suddenly I feel a harsh slap on my ass. My eyes snap open as I glare down at Chris.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He says lowly, his voice gruff and laced with lust

I feel him start to move me more than I move myself. “Fuck- Chris” I breathe out as I fall forward. My hands landed on each side of his head to steady myself. My moans echoed through the room.

He starts to fuck up into me. thrusting into my core, while moving me on him to watch his pace. His eyes are locked to where we connect, to where he is fucking me.

“I’m so close-“ I breathe out staring down at him. His pretty blue eyes meet mine again.

“Go on. cum for me, slut”

He starts to pick up pace even more, if that was even possible. The eye contact makes this just that much more intense.

He glances down at my lips and then licks his own. My mouth falls open in a silent Moran watching him, not daring to close my eyes.

At this point, I had fully drowned out the sound of the music from the party downstairs. It was already only a mild hum as we got upstairs. But now this intense feeling of being filled like this was making me forget anything and everything, other than the boy currently under me.

“Come” he demands. I feel another harsh slap on my ass, making y body jolt.

The knot in my stomach snaps. My entire body tenses and I struggle to keep myself up

But Chris holds me in place as he fucks me through it, the continuous brush to my cervix only intensifying the pleasure further.

He slows down, not moving anymore as I come down from my high. This type of high felt better than any drug ever could.

I sit up wincing at the fact that he was still buried deep inside of me.

“Should’ve known I was gonna end up fucking you anyway” he chuckles watching my expression.

He pulls me up slightly, his length slipping out of me. before abruptly switching our positions. He is now on top of me staring down at him.

He taps my arm grinning. “Turn around for me Cherry.”

Cherry, a nickname he had given me when we were just six or so. I’d been eating a bunch of cherries that summer. Chris had loved the fruit, but he hated me. So to mock my love for them he started calling me Cherry.

And it stuck. His brothers also called me that. And then later my other friends. And then basically everyone I knew, and was close to.

It was a cute nickname. But the nickname was born out of hatred and annoyance. Even tho Chris had loved cherries as much as I had, he’d pointedly stopped eating them after that year of my obsession with them.

I’ll see him sometimes have one, but he would never admit that he still liked cherries.

I hum still catching my breath as I turn around.

I prop myself up on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder. His hand rubbed over my ass. Him deliberately running his length up my slit to coat it in my juices again.

He looks up his eyes meeting mine. And before I knew it he was ramming into me. My eyes widen as I turn to look back in front of me. He immediately picks up a steady and fast pace.

Fucking into me from behind. My core was throbbing around his length, either from too much stimulation, or too little..

He starts to rock his hips into me harder. My moans echo through the room loudly.

My arms start to shake as I struggle to keep myself up.

He grabs my hair roughly, putting it into a makeshift ponytail. He starts to pull on it, using it both as leverage, but also to hold me up.

“Such a tight cunt, all for me” he chuckles using his free hand to spank my ass again.

I clench at the dirty words. And the way his low voice is laced with so much obvious arousal and lust. And the way he is thrusting into me from behind.

If I had to guess I’d probably say, anything from behind is his favorite. Doggy, face down ass up, whatever.

I don’t know if that I’d because he doesn’t want to see me, or if he is just an ass guy, or both, but it doesn’t matter, since it feels good.

He slams into me harshly again, before stopping his movements. I groan in annoyance. I feel the knot in my stomach fades.

Was he fucking edging me now too?

“C’mon” he says harshly slapping My ass again. “Work that ass”

Before I know it I’m already moving. Thrusting my ass back into him. Twerking back on his dick. He tugs at my hair again. I feel his stare at my ass. He was probably looking over the way his big dick disappeared into me.

“Yeah, good girl,” he says in that low sexy tone. His hand moves out of my hair, tailing down to my waist. His other hand trailed from my hip to my waist too.

Suddenly he holds me still and starts to thrust into me again. His thrusts were seemingly harsher than they were before.

I squeal out a moan, my head turning to look over my shoulder.

His pretty eyes focused on my ass. His grip was harsh on my waist. He lets out harsh breaths.

I feel him move slightly, readjusting, his hand going to the small of my back to arch my back slightly. His thrust picks up again and I instinctively Lean lower. My hands quickly guided out making my face fall onto the pillow.

But instead of trying to get up again, I simply lay my upper body down, my arms wrapping around the pillow.

I moan and whine his name over and over again. He has the best mix of sweet and dirty talk. Always degrading but also praising me at the same time.

My back arches back into him “Chris- I’m close” I whine loudly getting cut off by another string of moans leaving my lips.

“Hold it.” He grits out. His hips snap into me harder. His dick grazed every spot making me feel like I’m in heaven. “I’m close too”

The sound of skin clapping and the dirty wet sounds coming from my cunt is loud. He slaps into me repeatedly, my eyes starting to water from the effort it takes not to come at the spot.

“You’re not gonna come before me” he demands his thrusts getting more sloppy and messy. I can feel his dick twitching inside of me as I know he is close too. normally he'd just let me whenever, but it was really dependent on his mood

“Understood, be a good slut and listen ‘aight?” He scoffs his grip on my waist bruising.

I throw myself back in him, meeting his thrust.

“Yes, god- please” I whine. And suddenly I feel Chris’ hips stutter. With one last thrust, I feel his load spill into me.

I continue to move myself back against him tho, feeling my own orgasm wash over me.

He pulls out slowly, but not really gently. He watches for a moment as our combined juices leak out of me.

I sigh heavily trying to catch my breath as I lay down on this stranger's bed fully.

I turn to my side for a moment. Chris rubs over my side and back. He leans down leaving a short peck on my ribs. Caressing my skin.

My eyes meet his again, and he looks… cold.

He doesn’t look like he’d just fucked me. He just looked at me blankly. The caressing didn’t feel like it was out of care and a will to comfort, but rather a force of habit.

He gets up from the bed, and I just watch him as he gets some tissues cleaning himself off quickly before getting dressed again.

I sigh turning full onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. This would be when he leaves.

Fuck, what if Evelyn noticed me going upstairs with Chris?

She knows we hate each other. It’s hard to explain. But I can’t just explain everything to her, it’s a secret. Id have to come up with some excuse and-

“Get up” his harsh voice breaks me out of my trance, my head snapping towards him.

“What?” I ask back flatly, my mind not registering why he is still standing there with his arms crossed.

I feel a chill run up my spine from how cold and uncaring he looks with that glare. The one he always gives me when we’re arguing.

“Get the fuck up? Did you lose that many brain cells?” He scoffs looking back at me.

I glance down at my nude body and then back at Chris. I try to get up as carefully as possible. Trying to get as little as possible of our juices onto this stranger's bed.

I mildly struggle to stand, leaning back at the bed frame to keep myself up straight.

He looks almost proud of the state he put me in. But the disgust in his eyes is stronger.

“Why the fuck are you still here?”

My tone is low but still harsh. I close my eyes for a second, sighing in annoyance.

He looks around the room, before fining and picking up my previously discarded panties.

He licks his teeth for a second before huffing.

He opens them for me. I raise an eyebrow, but ultimately just step through the thong, my hands on his shoulders for support. I let him Pull it up.

Cringing at the feeling of the lingering creampie and the fabric on me.

He wasn’t gonna a bother cleaning me?

“Go on.” He huffs looking back into my eyes as I look into his.

“Walk downstairs, go back to that party, back to that dude. Let him fuck you.” He shrugs his words harsh. He back up slightly looking down at my thighs where he can still see the juices run down my thighs.

“I’m sure you’d like having more than one guy cum in you, right?” He mocks leaning into me again. His glare burns into my face, making me feel like I’m naked, which I am.

“Since you’re such a slut, you probably wouldn’t mind fucking more than one guy right?”

He scoffs leaning away abruptly.

I look at him. My shock subsides as a glare settles on my face. I get that he likes degrading me or whatever, But does he actually think I’m that much of a slut.

“Go on, cherry.” He scoffs tilting his head as he looks over his shoulder his gaze locked on mine.

Why does he always have to ruin good moments?

“Fuck you, Chris.” I say back harshly my tone purely rude.

“Oh, you already have.”

I pause dumbfounded.

I didn’t mean it literally. But I mean I had done that, literally.

The harsh smack of the door catches my attention. I lock back over at the door.

He had left.

God, in hindsight that was a stupid insult. I could’ve said something more creative.

I purse my lips staring a f the door. Before my eyes trail over the now-empty room. The room was pretty neat, except for my clothing scattered around.

Right when I think I tolerate him,

Right after he makes me feel so good,

He’ll do the simplest thing,

And ruin it.

God I hate him.

Masterlist

A/N: looks like this is going to be a series lol

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

Taglist: @muwapsturniolo , @sturnad , @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 , @evie-sturns , @me09love , @fratbrochrisgf , @spideylovin

[joeshiestyslover]

pretty when you cry- c. sturniolo

pairing: toxicbf! chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you know chris doesn’t treat you well and that you should leave him, but you can’t help but stay. chris is well aware of this and wants to treat you better, but he just can’t. after all, you’re just so pretty when you cry.

warnings: so much angst, language, mentions of sex, drug use, chris is an awful bf

masterlist

lowercase intended

a/n: lana del rey + chris is just so 🤭

you felt as if you were slowly dying. all the life that you once held inside you slowly fading away until you were nothing but an empty shell of your former self. you used to be so happy and full of life, never seen without a smile on your face. now, you look sullen, with dark circles under your eyes and a permanent frown tugging on your lips.

everyone asks you what could have possibly happened to make you change so much in such a short amount of time. you always reply with “work is taking a toll on me” or “my boss is a pain in my ass”, but each lie is bigger than the last. you know the source of your constant pain. it’s your boyfriend, christopher sturniolo.

chris used to be the best boyfriend a girl like you could ever ask for: caring, compassionate, funny, etc. the list was endless, and to you, he was perfect. until six months ago.

chris became a completely different person. he was no longer the sweet, charming boy you fell in love with two years ago. instead, he was an angry, violent monster. nights you would spend at his house, filled with sweet nothings and soft giggles were now filled with harsh screams and glass breaking. days that consisted of talking and laughing, were now occupied with silence because you were both still angry about the night before. the once soft, loving sex was now replaced with rough, violent fucking. everything had changed between you, and all you wanted was for you two to go back to how you were a year ago, when everything seemed perfect.

you know that chris is doing drugs, you’ve known for months. every time you try to bring it up to him, it ends in a screaming match, and you storming out the front door. his brothers have tried to get him to stop, yet he refuses, saying it’s the only thing that gets him out of bed anymore.

your heart is slowly breaking, for both you and him. you know you should leave him for good, but you can’t. you love him too much to lose him.

on the other hand, chris knows how badly he’s been treating you and that you deserve so much better than him. however, he knows deep down that you’ll never leave him, so he never truly changes, despite the many promises he’s made that he would.

this leads to a continuous cycle of love and pain. you get fed up with how he treats you, so you confront him. you fight for hours before chris finally breaks down, telling you how much he regrets causing you so much pain and promising he’ll do better. he gets clean for a while and just when everything is beginning to look hopeful, he crashes and burns. he falls back into his old habits once again. then, the cycle continues, leaving you trapped.

you’ve lost count of the amount of times chris has promised to be better and get clean. right now, you and chris are arguing for probably the hundredth time about the same damn topic: him saying he’ll get clean, but he never does.

“this isn’t okay christopher! you have to understand where i’m coming from! i’m worried about you! i’m scared for you!” you yell. “i don’t need you to worry y/n! i’m fine! stop treating me like i’m a child!” he yells back in your face. you feel helpless. you’ve tried everything to help him, but he just won’t accept it. “you’re gonna kill yourself one day! can you even imagine what that would do to me?! to your brothers?! to your parents?! i just-” “don’t fucking bring my family into this!” chris cuts you off. you sigh and run your fingers through your hair. “look,” you start, lowering your voice. “you know i love you chris, but this is terrifying. i have to watch you slowly destroy yourself and i can’t do anything about it because you won’t let me help you.” “it’s because i don’t need your help! i’m doing perfectly fine! it’s not my fault that you want to make everyone else miserable just because you are!” your jaw drops. “i’m miserable because you’re making me miserable! i’m not this person! i’m not full of constant anxiety! i’m not constantly suffering! it’s you chris! i’m like this because of you! because of how you’ve been acting for the past year!” you scream hopelessly. you sit down on the couch in chris’ living room, trying to calm down and compose your thoughts.

“well if you’re so fucking miserable, then just leave, y/n!” you freeze and look up at him. he had never suggested you leave him before. “what?” you ask softly, hoping you heard him wrong. “if i’m so horrible to you, then you can leave! i’m not gonna stop you!” chris waves his arms around frantically.

without another word, you stand up from the couch and walk toward the front door, grabbing your phone and car keys on the way out. you open the door, walk out, then slam it closed. speed walking to your car, you try to keep your tears at bay, but you fail miserably. as soon as you get in and shut the door, the silent tears turn into heart wrenching sobs. trying to calm yourself, you put your car in reverse and back out of the driveway. you have no idea where you’re going to go, but anywhere is better than here.

you end up at a parking lot of a fast food restaurant, but not just any restaurant. it’s the same one where you and chris went out on your first date. you both didn’t want to go anywhere fancy, so you decided on grabbing fast food. you begin to cry even more at the memories of that night. you can’t help but remember how sweet he was and how much he cared for you. how the hell did it come to this? how did you get here?

everything in you is telling you to leave chris for good. you can’t keep going on like this. you love chris so much, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, but he’s slowly killing you from the inside out.

you decide to go back home and tell chris it’s over. you take a deep breath and begin driving. on the way there, the memories of you and chris are on a constant loop in your mind:

your first date,

chris had picked you up outside of your house that night, refusing to tell you where you were going, claiming it was a surprise. before you knew it, he had pulled into the mcdonald’s parking lot. “chris are we at a mcdonald’s right now?” you asked. “well, you said that your favorite restaurant was mcdonald’s so voila, here we are.” chris smiled at you. you laugh and throw your head back. “but if you wanna go somewhere fancier then i’m sure i can squeeze in a reservation-” “chris this is perfect. as long as it’s with you i don’t care where we go.” you smile at him, putting your hand on his arm.

your first kiss,

it was your third date, and you were sure you were in love with chris. he was the perfect guy. the date had gone perfectly, you had gone to a park and just sat on a bench and talked about anything and everything. at the end of the night, he walked you to your door. “tonight was amazing chris. thank you.” you smiled up at him. “y/n, i really like you and you make me laugh. i was wondering if i could be your boyfriend?” he asked you nervously while shifting on the balls of his feet. your smile grew even wider. “i would love to be your your boyfriend chris.” you reached your hand up to cup his cheek. chris leaned his head down to brush his lips against yours. “can i kiss you?” he whispered. you nodded, and before you knew it, he smashed his lips against yours.

the first time he told you he loved you.

you both were lying in chris’ bed watching bridgerton. after much convincing, he had finally agreed to watch it with you, and of course, he loved it. you were watching the episode where edwina left anthony at the altar, and you were hooked even though you had already watched the show a countless amount of times. you felt a pair of eyes boring into the side of your head, and looked up to see chris staring at you, disregarding the show in front of him. “chris? are you okay?” you asked him. “i love you.” he blurted out. “what?” you were shocked. those three words were the last thing you expected to come from chris’ mouth. “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just needed you to know.” you reached up and pressed your lips against his. “i love you too chris.” you both smiled at each other and kissed once more.

all the good memories made you yearn for chris, but you know nothing will ever be the same. he’s not your chris anymore, he’s someone else entirely. he had made himself a stranger to you.

once you get home, you pull into the driveway and get out. you’re shaking with anxiety at this point. you notice the door is unlocked, so you turn the handle and walk inside. you can hear the tv going in chris’ room, so you know he’s in there. you shakily exhale before stepping inside. you immediately make a beeline for the closet, not bothering to look at chris.

“you’re back already, huh?” he speaks up. you ignore him as you rifle through the closet until you find your overnight bag. you throw it on the bed as you take as many clothes as you can carry and shove them into it. “y/n, what are you doing?” chris asks nervously. “i’m leaving chris. you don’t want my help that’s fine, but you can’t expect me to just stand and watch as you fall apart. i can’t do that.” you can’t even look at him because you know you’ll break once you do.

“baby” he begins as he makes his way towards you. “baby look at me please.” chris reaches out and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth. you can’t help yourself and look up into his blue eyes. the same ones you fell in love with, and for a moment, you saw a glimpse of the sweet boy you fell in love with. “i didn’t mean anything i said. it was so stupid of me to tell you to leave. i love you so much. i’ll do anything to keep you. i’ll get clean and i promise i’ll do better. i’ll be a better man for you just please don’t leave.” chris begins to beg. you don’t want to give in to his empty promises, but you can’t help yourself. you love him too much to leave. “promise?” you ask weakly. “i promise baby, i’ll never hurt you again, i swear.” he complies. you smile at him before leaning up to capture his lips with yours. after a while, he breaks away. “you know i love you, even if i get aggressive sometimes, yeah? i’m just not good at showing it, but you know i love you. you know that right, y/n?” you want to believe him so badly, but deep down you know that this is just the beginning of the cycle you’ve found yourself trapped in for months. you’re just waiting for it to get bad again. “yeah i know baby.” you tell him softly, not even believing your own words. chris smiles slightly before kissing you again. to be honest, chris doesn’t believe himself either, but he wants to try, for you. and if everything goes south again, then it’s a good thing you’re pretty when you cry.

[zombholic]

hii, what about doctor!abby x sick!reader? like fever, full on dying (not really i’m just dramatic) and abby being a sweetheart and taking care of reader(i would die for doctor!abby)🤭

SICK GIRL — abby anderson (drabble)

•you have a really good immune system so when you got sick randomly abby was very concerned.

•abby called the day off of work and drove straight to your apartment to take care of you and jeez she was in for a ride.

•you were literally rotting in your bed, trash can by your bed, napkins and boxes just everywhere.

•you looked like you came back from war after biden announced women are gonna get drafted.

•when you saw your beautiful amazing delicious girlfriend here to help you, you acted like you were dying from the plague.

•abby’s a doctor she has seen EVERYTHING so she did everything she could to make you feel better, she got a warm wet rag and softly cleaned your face from all your damn crusties.

•she made some soup for you, spoon fed you every single bite as if you didn’t have damn hands, fixed your hair, helped you brush your teeth.

•she put socks on your feet, wrapped you in a burrito because you were freezing even though your fever was BURNING.

•all day all she heard was “abbbyyy” “can you get—“ followed by some command that she happily did.

•you made that woman work more than she did at the hospital, massaged your scalp, feet, scratch your arms and back, make her help you with your skincare.

•she literally carried you to the bathroom, you were perfectly capable of going on your own.

“Do you still love me?” Your question made her raise her eyebrows confused “Baby, why wouldn’t I love you?” Abby’s larger hand came down to caress your face you basically melted into her.

“Because I’m so bossy when I’m sick.” You were fucking bossy but she couldn’t care less “You are a very bossy person sweetheart, but I would do anything for you.” She placed a sweet kiss on your temple.

“Would you hide a body for me?” She almost choked on her own spit, concern filled her freckled face.

“I will literally sedate you.” You giggled “SOMEONE SEDATE ME!” You reenacted a scene from Grey’s Anatomy.

[elsweetheart]

texts with dealer!ellie part 2

🎀 makin these r so fun i had to do another <33 mentions of weed, mentions of death (in a jokey way) sexual flirting ,, ya thts it enjoy

e: Babe, you gotta come quick it’s an emergency

e: Babe

r: wh at???? what i just woke up from a nap what happened??

e: I think I’m dying.

r: ellie???? what’s wrong?????

e: I’m gonna die and the only thing that will save me is a pretty girl on my lap smoking my weed with me

e: Come quick… I can see the light

r: r u fucking serious ellie ?? u scared me !!!!

e: I’ll have you know it’s a very serious situation.

r: just for that i’m not coming over >:((

r: suffer the consequences!!!!!

e: Come on it was a little funny

r: no. mad at u.

e: 📞 I’m calling the waa-mbulance

e: 👶 <- You

r: you’re not helping yourself. now i’m even more mad

e: I’m sorry! Just wanna see my girl

e: Can you blame me

r: yes

e: I know you wanna smoke a little weed

e: You’re like

e: A little bunny… and the weed is your lettuce

r: ok… true …..

r: why can’t u come here i just woke up :(

e: Because I don’t wanna have to bring aaalll my stuff to create the most perfect roll you’ve ever laid eyes on

e: I’d like to do it from the privacy of my own desk thank you.

r: so pre roll it and bring it to me loser :(

r: you owe me for scaring me :(

e: Good point

e: Alright I’ll come

e: And then you’ll come… if you know what I mean

r: get ur mind out of the gutter williams

e: You know me baby, always thinking with my dick

r: well bring ur dick with u. u need to make it up to me 🙄

e: When bae wants to fuck but you left your dick at home…

r: are you coming or not

e: Yes ma’am just let me roll

e: Leavimg now do you want me to pick up some food

e: Leavinf

e: FUCKING LEAVING

r: no need to yell ……

r: can u plsss bring me coffee i’m a sleepy girl :(

e: I like you being a sleepy girl. I’ll bring you breakfast. Coffee’s bad for you

r: so weed is good coffee is bad? got it

e: Hey. I don’t let you smoke that much weed either. Sassy pants

e: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed huh

r: yeah it might have something to do with my girlfriend texting me and telling me she’s dying. not sure though

e: Alright brat 🙄

e: Ok I’m on my way. You can go back to sleep I’ll let myself in

r: mmkay ellie

e: Good girl

r: 🤭

[whyse7vn]

LOVE OCTAGON? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

YOUNG FOREVER

8 participants - 8 online

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hobi: just did 8 push ups i’ll smack the shit out of anybody rn

jin: if you were a girl i’d be into that

jk: pls don’t hit me

tae: thought he liked men

jimin: could of fooled me

jin: ??????

namjoon: glad to see ur working out again hobi

hobi: what’s that supposed to mean??

namjoon: i’m glad to see you working out again?

y/n: can i watch?

jk: i want you so bad omg

y/n: ??

jk: sorry i was hacked

yoongi: did one of you order food to my house?

jk: no i wasn’t

tae: MY BURGER IS AT YOUR HOUSE???

OH MY GOD I THOUGH I WAS SCAMMED I WAS SO UPSET

jimin: eat it yoongi

tae: DON’T

pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

send it back to me pls i’m begging

i’m literally starving

and shaking

jin: i think you should give it back to him yoongi could be his first meal in months

hobi: real

yoongi: threw it away

tae: WHAT IS UR ISSUE??????

yoongi: you

hobi: namjoon do you want to fight?

jk: do you want me back?

jimin: shut up

tae: don’t expect to hear from me ever again bitch

yoongi: oh nooooo

namjoon: fight??

y/n: can i watch?

jin: this is stressing me out

someone give me a fun fact to calm me down

namjoon: um

hobi: xikers are the first 5th gen group

tae: that sounds like a disease

jimin: thought we would never hear from you again

yoongi: good things never last

jin: 5TH GEN??????

ARE YOU SILLY

THATS A THING??

THAT FACT DID NOT CALM ME DOWN AT ALL

jimin: ofc tae’s talking about diseases again

tae: am i wrong tho??

like

omg i got xikers rn

i’m itching soooo badddfd

pls i need to go to hospital the xikers on my back are killing me

namjoon: stop talking

tae: i’m not wrong

jk: are you ok tae?

what is xikers

it sounds bad

tae: i’m dying

pls remember me

jk: WHAT 😨

i will bro 🥺

y/n: he’s lying to you

jk: i’m not i swear i’ll remember you forever and ever

y/n: tae is lying to YOU

stupid

jk: oh

wtf man :/

tae: you never let me have fun

hobi: i want to be 5th gen

jk: but we said we were 4th gen??

namjoon: we are 3rd gen.

yoongi: let’s not do this again

tae: ME FOR 5TH GEN IT BOY

jimin: jimin 5th gen ace

jin: although i’m in shock and disbelief rn i’ll still take on the role of 5th gen it boy

tae: ?????

tf is wrong with you

can you read

i said i’m 5th gen it boy?

let’s vote

come on guys 🤗

yoongi: i vote jin

y/n: jin

jk: ME 3

jimin: ig jin

hobi: jin4thewin

namjoon: jin?

jin: i also vote for jin

tae: burn in hell

jk: y/n 5th gen it girl?

y/n: but i was 4th gen it girl last time

jk: ur right let’s swap

y/n: best 5th gen rapper

it’s an honour really

jk: i will use my 5th gen it girl title to help better the world

hobi: 5th GEN VISUAL HOSEOK

yoongi can take the best 5th gen singer title

yoongi: k

y/n: namjoon best 5th gen dancer?

jk: i agree

namjoon: ??

jin: idk about you but i love my new title

tae: i bet you do

jin: you sound mad

namjoon: again?

tae: i’m not

namjoon: you can take mine if you really want

i don’t care for you guy’s silly little game

jk: THIS IS NO GAME JOON

THIS IS OUR REAL LIFE

hobi: RIGHT

tae: KEEP UR NASTY TITLE I DONT WANT UR PITY FUCK YOU FUVK YOU FUCK YOU

jin: yikes

yoongi: all this shouting for what?

y/n: wow

namjoon: fine

jimin: why did jungkook go live naked

y/n: proof lmao?

jin: right put me off my salad fr

jimin: you were eating a salad?

jin: yeah?

jimin: ok

jin: tf you mean ok???

do you want to fight?

jimin: i’m just surprised that’s all

jin: why??????

jimin: cuz yk…

jin: no i DON’T know

pls enlighten me bitch

jk: i wasn’t naked??

jimin: yes you were

jin: HELLO???

YK WHAT?

jk: i swear i wasn’t

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

jk: you want to see me naked 🤭??

i’m blushing rn

tae: i was naked once

hobi: this isn’t about you

y/n: tae sent me nudes by email once

hobi: ok this is about you

jk: WHAT????)/£/

jin: by email?

tae: omg why would you tell themmmm

jimin: why would you ever want nudes from that?

tae: that????

y/n: i never asked for them

who do you think i am??

tae: what does that mean??

namjoon: you can literally get arrested for that

tae: kinky

but i did send them on accident

so i’m sure the police would understand

jin: i do not believe that at all

and by email??

how is that an accident

yoongi: right

tae: plus i did look super hot right y/n?

y/n: that not the point

tae: see how she didn’t say no

jk: SAY NO

hobi: send the nudes here i say!

jin: DO NOT

jk: say no before i shoot myself in the head

jimin: wow

namjoon: it doesn’t matter if she thought you looked good or not you can’t go round sending ur nudes to people with without warning

tae: says who?

namjoon: the fucking law?

are you okay?? like that’s common sense

wtf is wrong with you

hobi: joons getting mad oh my god >.<

yoongi: thought we established he has no common sense

tae: i knew telepathically that she needed to receive nudes from me in order to keep living

jin: so you didn’t send them by accident then

tae: accident on purpose it’s all the same thing tbh

y/n: to keep living??

jimin: they are polar opposites actually

tae: omg all of u on my dick rn

don’t be mad i stepped up and you didn’t

jk: i was goONA STEP UP

ITVWAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME

I HATE YOU

IM GOING TO KILL YOU

hobi: jk’s mad this is scary >.<

jin: witnessing the fall the taekook in real time

wow this is truly beautiful

tae: omg chill out??

it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before

jimin: and is that by choice?

jk: I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

hobi: wait what?

namjoon: everyone shut the fuck up

jin: look now you made joon fr mad

hobi: sorry namjoon >.<

tae: it wasn’t even my fault

y/n: i’m the victim here don’t be mad at me

jk: DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIM JOON

yoongi: i’m tired

jimin: this is a lot to take in

namjoon: taehyung apologise

tae: FOR WHAT?????????

hobi: ur sick in the head

namjoon: now

tae: sorry??????

jk: nasty bitch

tae: y/n let’s tell them about us

jk: what

yoongi: 🤨

y/n: us?

tae: ummmmmmm lol?

she’s normally not like this i swear

she likes me honestly

stop embarrassing in front of the guys babe

y/n: blocking you

tae: are u using me for my body???

i sent you nudes TWICE

hobi: one in a million we are twice 🩷💖

tae: you said i was hot

are we not in love?

yoongi: lol

jk: YOU SENT HER NUDES TWICE???????

OH MY GODDDDSJEJ SOMEONE PLs PULL THE TRIGGER FOR ME IM TOO WEAK TO DO THIS ANYMOREEEENBE

jimin: so like did she ask for the nudes the first time?

y/n: SHUT UP???

jimin: OH MY GODFF YIU TOTALY DID

THE PLOT THICKENS

y/n: namjoon tell them to stop taking

namjoon: stop talking

hobi: wait…

is this the fwb you’ve been talking about for weeks

tae: STOP SPEAKING

jin: wooow ur really sad

jk: OhH MY GODDDD ANd I CONGRATULATED YOU SND EVERYTHING OH MY GODDDHDXUD KILL MEMEME KILL MEMEEEE

y/n: fwb?

we have not fucked

jk: oh thajnk god

yoongi: have you kissed?

hobi: yoongi’s jealous >.<

yoongi: just asking

tae: i don’t want to talk about this anymore

jimin: look he’s embarrassed

they totally have not kissed

tae: bottom lie is that she said i was hot

jk: SHE WANTEF TO SEE ME NAKED BEFORE SO UR NOT SPECIAL

DONT LET IT GET TO UR HEAD

BITCH

namjoon: calm down jungkook

jk: HES A LITTLE SNAKE I WILL NOT CALM DOWN NEVER EVER EVER

I LIKED HER FIRST

yoongi: no you didn’t?

jin: is this a love triangle?

hobi: classic case of a love square

jimin: love square?

y/n: no one is in love

tae: my life is over

y/n: get a grip

jimin: i’m feeling left out put me in the square

hobi: it wouldn’t be a square then

jimin: love pentagon?

jin: make it a hexagon

hobi: wait wtf and me

love heptagon so cute 💞

what about you namjoon?

namjoon: what about me?

jimin: do you want to fuck y/n yes or no?

y/n: oh my god????

jk: YOU BETTER SAY NO

SAY NO

ILL KILL YOU

namjoon: i’m not answering that

jk: GOOD

WAIT WTF ARE YOU TRYING TI SAY YOU DON’T THINK SHES HOT???

WTF IS WRONG WITH yOU???

SHE IS NOT UGLY

namjoon: i never said that

jimin: i’m taking that as a yes

hobi: love octagon 🩷

y/n: what happened to talking about our 5th gen life 🙁

jk: i love 5th gen

hobi: what is with the gc name?

jimin: it’s for jin’s mental health

jin: ur actually decreasing my mental health by taking about 5th gen

jimin: are newjeans 5th gen?

jin: okay so just fuck me then?

yoongi: idk

hobi: I LOVE NEWJEANS

oHUr my OHUR MY GODTT

jin: i don’t listen minors sing

it’s bad for the economy

jimin: just say they make you feel old as shit

jk: i don’t listen to other women sing

y/n: ???

jk: i mean i love when other women sing

i actually only listen to girl groups

tae: he’s lying

because that’s actually me

y/n: shut the fuck up both of you

yoongi: real

y/n: and you

yoongi: ??????????????????????

jimin: LMAO

HE DIDN’T EXPECT THAT

jin: GOTTT HIKMMMMM LMAOSOSOSOIDKEKEKDKDKDK

hobi: i love feminism ❤️

y/n: it’s nice not arguing

namjoon: i’ve been telling you all

jimin: true!!!

hobi: you argue the most

jimin: me???

hobi: yes you

you and jin literally argued 10 seconds ago

jin: don’t put us in the same sentence like that i’m getting uncomfortable

namjoon: the fact that they actually shut the fuck up

what have i been doing wrong

jimin: maybe cuz you don’t have a pussy idk

namjoon: did you have to be so vulgar?

y/n: vulgar?

what are you 65??

hobi: pussy is power

NOT vulgar

jin: vulgar is such a nasty word like ew vulgar

namjoon: i’m leaving

jin: praise god

namjoon left “young forever”

tae: i love pussy btw

jimin left “young forever”

hobi left “young forever”

y/n left “young forever”

yoongi left “young forever”

jk: personally i think you’re so brave for saying that

—

and taekook lived!!

[yoon-kooks]

playboys & pancakes | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: When your fuckboy model friend Park Jimin returns from Paris, Jungkook can't help but feel a little jealous and protective over you even though the two of you aren't technically dating yet.

⛓️word count: 2.6k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, oc is a lil brat, boy gets jealous🤭, soft cuddling, jimin is a tattooed fuckboy, no explicit smut in this drabble

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

a/n: this was a cute lil drabble request for jealous!jjk!! if you make it all the way to the end, there ✨might✨ be a special teaser... lmk if yall would be interested👀

In the middle of class, Jungkook stares at the seat next time him where you’re busy giggling and texting away for some unknown reason. He’s dying to know the context so he can use it against you later to see that pretty smile once more.

“Hey you,” you whisper, leaning over in his direction. It’s rare for the two of you to talk in the classroom since you both agreed it was best to lay low about whatever the fuck this is between you and him. It must be something urgent. “Do you know any cute girls who are single right now?”

Jungkook just blinks at you in utter disbelief. You’re already sick of him, aren’t you? You’d rather fool around with some cute girl than fuck some loser who makes her finish her homework a week before it’s due. Well shit. It was fun while it lasted.

“Asking for a friend,” you add. Not helping, by the way. Could you make it any more obvious that you’re trying to break off this… arrangement between you and him? “My friend said he’s down bad.”

Wait.

You flash your phone screen in Jungkook’s face for him to read what you were presumably giggling about earlier.

Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “A what tattoo?!🥵🍆”

Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “Btw please tell me you know a cute girl who is as down bad as I am”

Jimin🍄 [10:47AM] “Paris was not as romantic as they make it out to be”

Y/N✨ [10:48AM] “hold on lemme ask the dilf”

The dilf has a lot of questions. The first being, “You have friends?” He’s mostly just teasing you for lacking genuine friendships despite being so popular, but this is the first time he’s heard you talk about a friend that wasn’t him.

“He’s a friend from high school,” you explain. “He’s been studying abroad for the past few years and just got back yesterday. I’m letting him crash at my place this weekend so we can catch up.”

Hmm. Jungkook wasn’t planning on sharing you with anyone this weekend, but this is a much better scenario than you outright abandoning him for someone else. In fact, he might even know just the right person to satisfy your friend’s needs.

“And why are you calling me a dilf—” 

He never gets an answer because the professor calls on you to answer a question on the board. You glance up and give the correct answer with no hesitation despite the distractions next to you and on your phone. Your nerdy side is just as attractive as your bubbly personality. 

He’s so lucky to have a girl like you.

“Jimin wants to have brunch with you tomorrow, by the way,” you say on Friday night as you snuggle closer to Jungkook on the couch. It’s one of those rare wholesome nights at his place where you aren’t dripping in pleasure, moaning your little heart out with him inside you. “I told him you’d hook him up with a baddie and now he wants to interrogate you to make sure you have good taste.”

“I think I have pretty good taste.” He looks right at your cute naked face with no makeup on. You’re also borrowing one of his oversized tees and using it as a nightshirt. Obviously, he has amazing taste.

“So you’ll come?” Your smile is so bright. How could he ever say no to that? “We can meet up with him there and go to my place after.”

“Sure,” he says. Besides, he’d like to see this Jimin guy for himself. From what you’ve said about him, he seems like a cool dude studying fashion design. But it’s also kind of fucked up that your closest friend abandoned you here without anyone else to rely on for all those years apart. It’s shitty to think how alone you must’ve felt until the two of you started talking barely a month ago.

“Cool, I think you’ll get along with him,” you yawn into his chest while twirling his hair around your finger. Thank god he decided to let his hair grow out so you could play with it as much as you want. “He’s like you but friendlier and fuckboy-ish.”

“If he’s friendly and fuckboy-ish, how is that like me?” Jungkook isn’t picking up what you’re putting down. He doesn’t like the sound of the fuckboy part, either.

“He has a lot of tattoos and a cute face, but he’s kind of mean in a teasing way. Just like you.” The twirling is slowing down. “A lot of people say he’s super attractive too.”

You reach for your phone that somehow ended up on the other side of the boy and pull up Jimin’s Instagram. Jungkook studies the page and clicks on a pic of your friend all suited up in Dior. Damn. Not only is he handsome, but he also knows how to pose and look good in photos. You kind of left out the part about him being an actual model.

Of course you have another attractive guy friend who enjoys teasing you. Of course this guy happens to be staying with you while he’s “down bad.” And of course Jeon Jungkook is not going to let himself feel a certain way about it.

The next morning, Jungkook wakes up to your arms wrapped around his waist as you’re still snoozing away on the couch. Very carefully, he peels your arms away one at a time, hops out of the blanket, and gives you his sleepy kitten to hold onto in place of him. You make this cute little whiny sound as you cuddle the cat.

Successful in leaving you undisturbed, the boy heads to his room and opens his sorry excuse of a closet. The majority of his wardrobe is just basic shit like hoodies, plain tees, ripped jeans, and sweats for the gym. He’s never really put a whole lot of thought into his fashion, but he woke up this morning with an urge to look somewhat good for brunch. It totally has nothing to do with that fashion model friend of yours.

After a good ten minutes of contemplation, he eventually goes with a nice crewneck and one of the few pairs of black jeans that aren’t all torn up. It’s just brunch anyway.

By then, you’ve woken up and thrown on that pretty beige sundress you left behind a few weeks ago. He’d conveniently washed it for you when he was doing a light load. Now you smell like his lavender laundry soap.

When the two of you get to the brunch place, you claim a booth and wait for Jimin to arrive. Your arm brushes against his as you flap through the menu. The booth is pretty spacious, and yet you’re sitting that close to him. He doesn’t mind, of course.

“I’m gonna get the pink strawberry waffles… but the chocolate banana pancakes look really good, too.” You point at the pictures like a child. “What about you?”

“Chocolate banana pancakes.” He didn’t have his mind made up until that very moment. You’re always stealing his food off his plate these days anyway. He might as well pick something you’ll enjoy.

“Ooh, good, now I can try it too,” you sing. Called it.

“Never said I was sharing,” Jungkook shakes his head. You both know he’s bluffing.

“What do I have to do for a taste?” you ask so innocently while leaning your soft tits against his arm. “Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and suck dad—”

“Hi Y/N, hey Jungkook.” Your handsome model friend slides into the other side of the booth and interrupts your enticing proposal. Your eyes light up in a way Jungkook has never seen before.

“Jimin!” you smile.

“Hey,” Jungkook adds, a lot less enthusiastic than you. Of course Jimin is even better looking in person.

After ordering, you ask Jimin to spill the deets on his Paris adventures. In addition to an internship, he also did in fact spend some time modeling for a few luxury brands. Now that he’s back home, he’s planning on taking it easy for a bit before moving forward with fashion design. 

So that’s why he’s asking for a baddie to kill time with. He can have anyone he wants as long as it’s not you.

As the two friends catch up, Jungkook notices the way you lean forward toward the other boy and laugh at nearly everything he says—although to be fair, he is a pretty funny and charming guy. That’s the kind of guy that would complement your playful personality so well.

The food comes shortly after, and you stare intensely at Jimin’s French toast even though you have a pretty pink waffle right in front of you and Jungkook’s pancakes right beside you.

“Really? The guy who just got back from France ordered French toast?” you snicker, turning to Jungkook to get him on your side. He chuckles, but only because you’re cute when you’re being mischievous.

“Would you like some, Y/N?” Jimin waves off your silliness. He must be used to it because it hardly affects him the way it affected Jungkook.

“Yes, please.” You cut off a small piece of French toast and go in for a taste. It gets not one but two thumbs up from you.

“Still a foodie, I see,” Jimin observes. You nod. He must’ve been the one you were dragging around to different food places back in high school. But now that’s Jungkook’s job, and he’d like to keep it that way.

So Jungkook waits. He waits patiently for you to ask for a taste of his food. After all, he ordered the chocolate banana pancakes with you in mind.

But instead, you’re minding your own business and digging into your pink waffle. Weren’t you offering a whole blowjob for a taste of his pancakes a little while ago? Now you suddenly don’t want it because he’d joked about not sharing it? This is stressing him out more than it should. 

You turn and catch the boy next to you aggressively sawing through his pile of pancakes with his butter knife. Hopefully you don’t pick up on his distress.

“Are the pancakes goo—” Before you can finish your question, a few freshly cut pancake pieces are plopped onto your plate beside the pink waffle.

“You said you wanted to try it, didn’t you?” Jungkook tries his best to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal. 

Your Surprised Pikachu face quickly turns into a smug look. “Thought you weren’t sharing,” you hum as you indulge in the moist chocolatey delight. At the same time, your free hand casually runs along the boy’s inner thigh and gives it a squeeze under the table. Playing innocent might be part of your personality, but you know exactly what you’re doing to him. “The pancakes are yummy, by the way.”

Still, your touch is as much of a comfort as it is a turn-on.

“So, are you still interested in the hot girl Jungkook knows?” you ask Jimin. Jungkook hasn’t even shown you a pic of the girl, and yet you’re already hyping her up. You also aren’t aware that it’s someone he’s slept with in the past, but he’ll address that another time.

“Listen, when I said I was down bad,” Jimin lowers his voice, “I meant I need to get laid as soon as possible.”

“Damn, what happened in Paris? Who hurt you?” you frown as you take a big sip of coffee.

“I’ll spill the tea later,” he sighs. Looks like it’s still a touchy subject.

To lift the other boy’s spirit a little, Jungkook pulls up an Instagram page filled with a ton of colorful floral tattoos. If you scroll down enough, you might even find a few pics of his tattoos there too.

“She’s a tattoo artist.” He rolls up his sleeve and points out a few floral pieces that match the style from the Instagram page. “She doesn’t really post pics of herself, but she probably has more tattoos and piercings than me.”

“And she’s hot,” you add in even though that’s already been established.

“I’ll ask if she’s free.” Jungkook pulls up her contact info and shoots her a message. She responds right away.

Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “Do you have time for a walk-in today?”

Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “I know a guy who’s interested in you”

???🌼 [11:40AM] “😳”

Jungkook🐍 [11:40AM] “interested in your tattoos**”

???🌼 [11:40AM] “😔”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “todays been slow pls send him my way thx”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “tell him he gets a discount if hes cute”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “IM KIDDING PLS DONT TELL HIM THAT ILL GET CANCELED”

“Yeah she’s free right now,” Jungkook says, trying to keep a straight face. “I’ll give you the address to her studio.”

“Ooh, perfect,” you squeak at Jimin who still doesn’t look completely sold on the whole thing. “You can scout it out as soon as we’re done here.”

“Wait, are you sure it’s okay? I know I said I needed this asap, but I’m mostly here to visit you,” he says.

“Well, now that you’re back from overseas, we can hang out anytime. I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him, downing the rest of your coffee. You’re such a good friend. “And besides, it could be life-changing sex waiting for you at the tattoo shop.”

Jimin nods at your encouragement. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll go.”

“Good.” You slide your ass right over Jungkook’s lap to get out of the booth. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t lean into it a little. “Be right back. I drank too much liquid.”

With you off to the bathroom, Jungkook sits alone across from the other boy. It always gets awkward when the mutual friend disappears. What are they supposed to talk about now that you’re gone?

“So… are you two, like, dating…?” Jimin wastes no time in addressing the elephant in the room. “Y/N always avoids the question whenever I ask.”

“What makes you ask?” The question is mostly to stall time until you get back, but Jungkook is also curious to know what you’ve said about him.

“The way she talks about you makes it seem like you guys are married,” he chuckles. Wow, he has a charming eye smile too. Jungkook would’ve been threatened by that level of charm, but he seems to have already let go of that feeling. “She told me you’re raising a kitten together and that you’re always scolding or spoiling it like a true dilf—her words, not mine. She won’t shut up about how you’ll make a good dad one day.”

At least he knows where the dilf propaganda comes from now. He’ll admit it’s a lot more wholesome than he thought. You really do just gush about him to your best friend. Maybe you feel the same way he does when it comes to this unestablished relationship between you and him. 

Maybe you also want something more.

When you return, you finish up your food, split the bill, and send Jimin on his way to the tattoo studio. Hopefully, it goes well for him. Not because Jungkook is worried the other boy might turn around and try something funny on you, but because he wants any friend of yours to experience the same type of feelings he feels when he’s with you. Damn. He wasn’t expecting to get all gushy this weekend, but he’s not going to fight it either.

“What’d you guys talk about while I was in the bathroom?” you ask on the way back to the car.

“Not much,” Jungkook shrugs. “Just about you calling me a dilf.”

“Oh no, I feel so exposed,” you whine in your favorite sarcastic tone. Then you turn to him and bat your lashes. Brat. “Am I wrong, though?”

a/n: okay i dont normally put notes like this at the end of my fics, but im gonna tease a potential jimin spinoff💖 lmk what you guys think!

⛓️pairing: model!jimin x tattooartist!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, fwb2l, possible angst (??)

⛓️summary: After breaking up with your on-and-off boyfriend for hopefully the last time, an old fling sends his handsome model friend to your tattoo studio. And apparently, he’s as done with love as you are.

⛓️warnings: jimin & oc are both heartbroken and starved for sex (as you might have noticed from this drabble lol), oc is an actual baddie with tattoos everywhere and a belly piercing, there will be a lot more warnings if i decide to go through with this!

[leviathxn]

So mutual feelings (romantic)

Can you do like a Miguel x reader where its reader day off and she decides she wants to take a warm shower and listen to music so she puts on headphones and listen to pop or Spanish music or whatever(I was listening to follow the leader by Jlo that’s where this idea came from) and Miguel tries to call her because he needs help with some paperwork (not really he just won’t admit he misses her) so Miguel ends up going to her universe and to her apartment where he sees her in a towel dancing to music and singing along and finds it adorable

That’s the basic idea you can make it have a spicy end or just fluff , it can swing both ways , you can decide that

Okay this made me giggle 🤭

I can like imagine his face being from kind of cold/a little annoyed too this like little gummy smile 😩

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“What could this woman be doing”

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As a member of the Spider-verse you very rarely had time off. Sure, your universe was safe, but you were frequently called to help other Spiders and their anomalies. Work was your life, and of course their was downtime but fighting bad guys was exhausting, it took up a good chunk of the day, even week.

Your boyfriend, Miguel, even had slowed down your missions. Once he had started to like you, he pulled a mission once a week, which at first confused you but now that you’re dating, he’ll try and pull you from anything. You never really listened though, going on any mission possible. It’s your job, and the spider crew was fun to be around.

But finally, you decided to listen. Miguel had sent out missions with everybody on it, he never put you there, but he knew you would go. This time you pulled out a coffee mug, turned off your watch, made some fancy coffee (you’ve been dying to finally sit and enjoy this new coffee machine you got and it’s finally the time), and took a big stretch. This was your day, and you knew your city was safe ever since installing city watch bots (thank you Miggy 💕).

About two hours passed, people had gone on their missions, you finally finished savoring that beautiful coffee, and you paused your show. You hadn’t been able to watch it because of work and there was so many new episodes. You got up and gathered your supplies. A new body wash and scrub set, your shaving supplies, a scalp massager, and anything else you needed in the shower. This would be an everything shower, and it was gonna be perfect.

You set up your speaker and stepped into the shower, shuffling your everyday playlist. You took your time, the water falling at just the right pressure, the soap feeling perfectly smooth on your body, no missed hairs when shaving, and little to no fall out when washing your hair ((girl I’m practically shedding in the shower with how much hair falls out, I wish 🙏)).

On the other end, Miguel was concerned, annoyed, confusion, everything under the sun. You hadn’t gone on any mission, weren’t seen in headquarters, and you weren’t picking up any calls. You were one of his best spiders, his most cherished one, and very rarely did you listen to him and take off, so where could you be?

So he took it upon himself to find you. There was no reason to send a man hunt, not unless you were in danger of course. That thought stayed in the back of his but god was he frustrated. It’s apart of his daily routine to see you and you messed it up now doing who knows what.

As he set a portal to your home he sighed. Whatever was going on he’ll figure it out now. He stepped through into your living room. It was a cozy space. He noticed your candle lit in the living room. He knew you were home, you weren’t stupid enough to leave a candle unattended. As the portal closed and he could hear properly, music played from your bedroom hallway. His steps were quick, his worry subsided but now he was curious, what were you doing. As he peeked his head around the corner, there you were, bathrobe and hair wrapped in a towel, singing your favorite song while picking out what lotion to use. Not only did you look beautiful but you smelled amazing too. A small smile graced his face as he leaned on the door frame. You had those moments were you were unaware, stuck in your own world, enjoying your own things.

You realized he was there when his hands gently wrapped around your waist. He gently pulled you closer to him, head resting on your shoulder. He let out a big sigh after taking a breath of you. He was obsessed, totally and utterly in love. Your hand found its way into his hair, combing through it while appreciating his embrace.

“You didn’t want to work today?”

“Miguel…. Stay here with me.” He didn’t say anything. He made his way over to the bed as you threw one of his big shirts on, something that was always left in your home. You took your hair out of the towel, making your way to the bed before melting into Miguel’s arms. Yeah, today was a good rest day.

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Hello Everybody! I hope you all enjoyed this and thank you for the request! I can imagine his face and it’s so scrumptious! I hope you all have a blessed day 💕

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[keraxxx]

Hi, this is my first Ethan landry request. But can u do a Ethan landry x black bimbo reader.

Where the reader is roommates with Ethan and Ethan has a massive crush on the reader she loves how perrky she is but she can have her mean days. Ethan gets super duper of the revealing clothes she wears, which makes him turn on.

So when the reader is all alone by herself she gets a phone call from a raspy voice, she play a game where Ghostface basically tells her to strip all her clothes until he comes in the house, but the reader is surprised that Ghostface is Ethan, but Ethan tells her to keep this a secret.

Im sorry if this is alot

(Also he likes to nickname the reader by calling her bunny, princess, sweet dumb thing."

A/N: Wait a minute.. no shame on this one 🤭🤭 THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING!! I’ve been dying to write a story after last night so this is literally perfect for me. 💋💋 I hope you like it!!

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Stupid girl

Ethan Landry x Black Bimbo! Reader-based on images.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, masturbation, pervy Ethan, and unedited work (let me know if i missed something)

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Oh how Ethan couldn’t stand to see you with your tits on display or how your skirt rises up your thighs when you sit down. You were practically teasing him and he knew it. You both were roommates and you couldn’t help but leave a bra or two laying the living room.

Every time you even walk by Ethan or hug him, you swear you could feel his dick throbbing against your stomach. He was such a perv, but who said you didn’t like it? Ethan always say men staring at your tits whenever you’re at parties and you always pushed them out.

God he couldn’t stand seeing you

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“Hey Ethan?” You said as you bend over looking behind the couch. “I know this sounds very weird but have you seen my panties?” You look at Ethan and see him leaning against a door frame. “Hmm what color?” He asks smirking. “They are my favorite pink lace thongs!” You frown and push your curls out your face. Ethan just stares at you for a bit before speaking.

“Nope i haven’t seen them. Sorry princess.” He smirks and walks away. You scoff at the nickname and continue searching. Meanwhile, Ethan went back to his room and locked the door. His cock was throbbing at the sight of you. He reached his desk and sat down as he opened a drawer.

“God.. they look so perfect.” He smiled to himself as he took the panties out and started taking off his gray sweatpants. Groaning, he slowly rubbed the lace on his red tip, shivers being sent up his spine as he did so. Ethan mumbled to himself as he slowly started playing around, smearing pre-cum all over your “pretty” panties. He couldn’t help but buck his hips into his hands.

Ethan was so close. He couldn’t stand one more image in his mind of you with his cock in his mouth you stripping naked in front of him. He covered his mouth as he came into the underwear so quickly. “Fuck-“ He said into his hand his eyes rolling back. “That’s perfect..” He thought to himself at this new plan. Ethan knew what he had to do and he had to do it tonight.

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You were acting all innocent sitting on the couch watching a reality television show, you breasts on display as always and your shorts a bit too short. You giggle at least every 3 seconds watching the drama unfold until your phone started vibrating. You look at your phone to see it say “Unknown.” Knowing you, you thought it was one of your boy toys so you picked up.

“Hello?” you said almost seductively. “Hello.” A man responded with a raspy yet deep voice. You raise an eyebrow. “Who is this?”

“My little dumb doll… so pretty.. ass on display for every man to see huh?” The man says panting slightly, almost like he’s in the heat. You roll my eyes. “If you want an ass picture just say so?” You say annoyed.

“No.. i want more than that.”

“Oh yeah? What do you want mystery man?” You’re slightly intrigued now and kind of turned on.

“Strip naked right now.. even though you can’t see me doesn’t mean i’m not there doll.” He says. You can hear smirking almost like this is a joke to him. Your eyes widen slightly as you get up to look around you. “What did you say?” “I said strip!” He yelled. You jumped slightly but obeyed. “Fuck you…” You said as you put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the couch.

You slowly take off your cropped shirt revealing your lace bra. The man hummed in satisfaction and told you to keep going, so you did. You nervously took your shorts off showing off your new pair of things that are this time blue. “A matching set? Oh how cute for a curly head like you.” He laughed. “Keep going bunny.”

For some reason this man sounded oddly familiar. You started to think about the way he spoke and slowly took off your bra and panties. Your wetness was practically dripping down your thighs, leaving a glistening spot against your skin, your nipples hard. “Mhm.” The man said as you saw a figure from the corner of your eye.

“That’s just perfect.” You saw a man with a ghost face costume on? He walked up to you and you slowly backed up, but he was faster as his hand flew to your waist pulling you in. “Fuck..” you whispered. The man took off his mask and it was Ethan. He was smiling and looking you up and down. “Ethan? What the fuck!” You say slightly amused yet concerned. He’s the ghost face?

“My princess.. how cute you look with your thighs wet like that.” He pushed you back slightly onto the couch, you on the bottom him onto. His knee pressed between your thighs and his hand on your waist still. “How cute you look like this..”

“Ethan..” you whispered almost a moan. “Maybe if i fuck you well enough you won’t tell anyone hm?”

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A/N: Y’all to be honest i love this idea so much. I might make it into a series. What do y’all think? Also keep requesting!

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i’m gonna need you to elaborate on that last one chief… danny and josh 🫣🫣🤭

Lol I wanna but the Twitter girlies tried to cancel me from even implying Sam and Danny have kissed before lmao

So anyway, if you aren't boring, there's smut below the cut 🤪

I feel like Danny would have you between him and Josh. He'd be cradling both your head and Josh's and running his fingers through your hair and Josh's curls while you make out. Danny's hardened cock is pressed against your ass while Josh's length is pressed to your front. Your mind is swimming, your skin feels like it's on fire with the two of the pressed against your body.

Josh bites at your lip, making you moan longingly for more. Danny’s hand comes down your back and spanks you, you whimper at the sting. "You both look so pretty." Danny whispers in your ear, but just loud enough for Josh's eyes to light up.

"She looks so pretty, doesn't she, Joshy?" Danny asks teasingly as he moves behind Josh on the bed. Danny's hands cascade up Josh's sides, making his eyes flutter shut and sigh out. "So beautiful." Josh whispers, his voice wavering. "I think she'd look even prettier with your cock in her mouth." Danny smirks as he leans down and kisses Josh's shoulder. It makes you practically buzz as Danny places open mouthed, wet kisses up Josh's shoulders, to his neck and finally biting his earlobe. "Please." You beg, dying for more of their collective attention. Their eyes look to you as you sink down to all fours before Josh. "Oh angel, so sweet." Josh smiles as his hand gently runs his hand down your cheek and tilts up your chin. "So eager." Danny smiles as he watches over Josh's shoulder. "Go ahead, sweet girl. Show us how much you want to taste him." Danny’s voice rasps, his words making the heat between your legs absolutely torturous.

You extend you hand and take Josh's hardened length and bring your mouth slowly to the head of his cock. You lap at the soft skin of the tip with kitten licks of your tongue. Slowly bringing more and more into your mouth, and savoring the feeling of Josh against your tongue. "Fuck." Josh groans, his eyes closing as you take him into your mouth, bobbing your head.

Danny comes up behind you, "What an obedient little girl." He teases as you feel his hands run down your sides and slowly opening your legs to allow him to kneel behind you. You arch your back at the presence of Danny behind you. "Aw, such a gorgeous girl." He smirks before bringing a hand down between your legs. You moan around Josh, making him groan out, his hand coming to your hair to anchor himself. Danny's fingers roll against your clit making your muffled whimpers drive Josh wild. "Danny, you need to put her out of her misery, baby. She's waited long enough." Josh says as he pulls the hair away from your face, giving Danny a look that says just how badly he also wants to see you take his best friend inside of you.

"She has been a good girl, hasn't she..." Danny says, almost talking to himself. His hands running over your ass he gives you a light spank, making you whimper. Danny lines himself up behind you, he presses inside of you, slowly stretching you out. You can't help but grip the sheets beneath you as you feel Danny completely fill you up. Josh's hand runs through your hair, "Oh there she is, such a perfect fucking girl." Josh says as your eyes begin to well up, your tears of genuine pleasure begin to roll down your cheeks as you fully immerse yourself in the sin of the men filling you.

Danny's thrusts are deep, and you can't stop the almost embarrassing moans from you, but Josh is loving every second of it. Watching as Danny fucks you while making the vibrations of your throat has Josh in pieces. Danny's grip on your hips is tight, and his cock stretches you in a way you've never felt before, making your eyes roll back as you move with his thrusts that help you take Josh's dick in your throat. You love this. This feeling of being absolutely fucking used in such a way that makes you feel ethereal. Otherworldly in the way you give pleasure and take it and how your body feels like it's sparking with ecstasy.

"Oh my God, fuck baby." Josh moans, he's so close and by the way Danny's slamming into you, you're on your way too. Danny's head falls back as he loses himself in you. "I-I, mmm," Josh's voice wavers as your whimpers only increase, letting everyone in on the fact that you're all on the same page. "Come on, Joshy. Wanna watch you cum down her throat. Let her taste how sweet you taste." Danny grins as his fingers find your clit again. Your mascara is in streaks on your face and Josh can't stop looking at how beautiful you look like this.

His hand tightens in your hair and his head is thrown back as Josh moans out, "Fuck, o-oh fu- fuck," before his hips stutter and he presses deeply inside your mouth before cumming down your throat. The taste of Josh is so sweet and the feeling of it all just brings you over the edge. The flutter of your pussy around Danny has his tempo out of rhythm and his grip on you is tighter as he slams into you. Josh pulls out of your mouth and watches as you swallow completely.

The first full breath of air you take and you spend it moaning Danny's name as you cum around his cock. "Aw fuck, yes, yes angel oh my God." Danny moans before his body bends over yours, no longer able to hold back as he cums deeply inside of you.

All three of you end in a heap on the bed. Just tangled up in eachothers limbs and searching for breath. The boys gently showering you with kisses and praises and soft touches as Danny cleans you up and Josh grabs you a glass of water. You feel like a goddess as they take care of you before moving you beneath the sheets with them on either side of you. All of you exchanging gentle kisses before the lovers hold you close. "So good for us." "Always our perfect girl."

[honey-on-your-tongue]

ok so I’m about to request and I’m nervous

may we have some Tsu’tey x fem! Navi! reader?

basically they have known each other since childhood but when they became adults their ways parted. Reader is bratty ( because she’s trynna get his attention ) and careless so Tsu’tey is asked to help her become a warrior ( like how to shoot and arrow etc ) and she’s being bratty once again in the forest so Tsu’tey has had enough and decides to punish her for her behavior ( spanking & maybe choking on his c0ck 🤭😜 ). And then yk he just casually fucks reader ( I imagine him having a sir kink & his fav position being doggy idk why 😩 ).

& a fluff ending maybe? like mating or promising each other 🥰 bless u if u decide to write this

Hi my angel!!! I've been dying to get to this request omgggg 😩😩😩😩

Also, do I make you nervous?? 🤭😏😏😏 Never hesitate to request, babe!!! I always love hearing from you my angel!!

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Tsu'tey sighs as he watches you from afar. You refuse to help with anything, refuse to do your duties, refuse to heed anyone's warnings. He doesn't understand what's going on with you. He's known you forever, since you were children, and you've never behaved like this.

What changed? he wonders. Why is she behaving like this?

Mo'at stands beside him, also watching you. “She is out of control, Tsu'tey,” she tells him. “She needs someone to help her find her way.”

Tsu'tey nods, agreeing. “Who should we choose?”

Mo'at shakes her head. “It's already been decided: you are the only one she'll listen to, Tsu'tey. It must be you who guides her.”

Tsu'tey turns to Mo'at, surprised but also delighted. It's been a while since you two sat to talk, since you two've had a conversation beyond just greeting each other when you run into one another.

“Me?”

Mo'at nods. “She'll listen to you, no one else.”

Tsu'tey nods slowly, accepting his fate, his heart racing in his chest, full of anticipation and nerves about the encounter.

A day later, he finds himself in a clearing in the woods, waiting for you. He has a bow and a quiver of arrows at his feet and he glances around, expectant.

When you finally show up, Tsu'tey is surprised to find that you don't look apologetic in the least.

“Hi,” you greet simply, smiling softly.

Tsu'tey says, “You're late. Half an hour late. Why?”

Your eyes fall to the weapon on the ground, and you sigh softly. “Oh. This is why you wanted to meet with me?” you question without answering him.

“I asked you why you were late,” he says sharply. “When I ask you something, I expect an answer.”

You sigh. “I got...caught up in other stuff,” you lie. In all honesty, you were going to be right on time, but you were too nervous, so you were debating whether or not to show, and it's why you were late. You and Tsu'tey haven't talked in what feels like forever, and when he'd asked you to meet him, you'd been too nervous.

Tsu'tey says, “Ensure it doesn't happen again, okay?”

You nod before asking, “Are we only going to train?”

Tsu'tey raises an eyebrow. “Yes. Your lack of obedience is of concern to the clan, and I've been sent to train you. Starting with the bow.”

You look at him, something in your eyes growing sad. “You're only here because the others want me to become a warrior?”

Tsu'tey's tail swings from side to side with unease. He's aching to tell you the truth, to tell you that he gets butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees you, tell you that he's wanted to talk to you all this time, tell you that he's missed you. “Yes,” he says instead, unsure of telling the truth.

At this, you cross your arms. “Well, I'm not interested in training, Tsu'tey,” you tell him. “If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave.”

Tsu'tey grabs your wrist. “We have to train, girl,” he tells you. “You can't just walk away from the future Olo'eyktan.”

You glare at him. “Just let go of me. This is a waste of my time,” you snap, trying to tug your wrist out of his grasp.

He holds you tight, anger bursting through him. He clenches his jaw and says, “My patience is running out. Do not test me.”

You hiss at him. “Let go of me,” you repeat, trying to pry his fingers open with your other hand. “If I'm going to be with you, I don't want to just train. Let go.”

Tsu'tey raises an eyebrow. “What do you want to do with me, then?” he asks.

Your eyes widen, ears folding back as you blush. And then, Tsu'tey realizes what's happening. He chuckles softly. “Why did you think I summoned you today?” he asks you, studying your face.

“Let go of me,” you insist, trying to move away. “Let go.”

“No,” he says. “Tell me what you thought I called you here for,” he insists.

You glare at him, clearly reluctant, and then say, “Not to train, alright?”

“Well you have to train,” he snaps. “You're disrupting the clan, and I've been charged with the responsibility.”

You huff. “I'm not gonna train,” you snap. “I just want to leave. Please.”

Tsu'tey shakes his head. “You've been misbehaving for too long now. Someone's gotta put you in your place.”

And then you scoff, asking, “And you think that's gonna be you?”

And Tsu'tey's anger bursts out of him, an uncontrollable fire that burns through him. “On your knees,” he snaps. “Now.”

When you don't obey, he forces you to the ground until you're kneeling in front of him. “You don't get to behave like this and not expect to have consequences,” he growls at you, one of his hands falling to your face, holding your chin between his fingers. “Your actions have consequences, girl. That's what I'm here to teach you.”

Your eyes are wide as you stare up at him. His cock twitches under his loincloth at the sight of you on your knees before him, and he rubs his hand over his hard-on.

Your gaze follows the movement, pupils blown wide and ears folded back with excitement and a little bit of fear.

“You're all bark 'nd no bite, huh?” he says, chuckling, as he undoes his loincloth and tosses it away. “Well, let's give that pretty mouth something to do other than talk back.”

His cock is long and thick, the head already dribbling precum as he grabs himself from the base and slaps his cock against your face. Your eyes are wide as you stare up at him, and he orders, “Open up.”

You do as asked, sticking your tongue out, and Tsu'tey spits into your mouth before shoving his cock between your lips. You gasp as he slides into you, all the way down your throat, making you gag quietly.

Tsu'tey groans. “Much better,” he says, one of his hands holding onto the back of your head to keep you in place as he starts fucking your face. “Do you hear that?” he asks and then falls silent for a moment. Your eyes are on his face, wordlessly questioning what he means. He laughs. “Exactly. No little brats talking back to me.”

He fucks your face, his cock pressing down on your tongue, the thick head bruising the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Yeah, choke on my cock, girl,” he grunts. “Choke on it. That's what your mouth's made for. Not to be talkin' back, not to complain about your consequences—just to suck my cock.”

You moan against him, your spit dripping down your chin, your jaw hurting from how wide you have to open your lips to fit his girth. You place your hands on his thighs to hold yourself upright, to keep him from very much literally choking you. But he's stronger than you, his strength overpowers yours, and he pushes you to take his cock into your mouth until your nose presses against his lower abdomen.

“Fuck,” he gasps, feeling your throat tighten around him. “Yeah, that's so good.”

You moan softly, trying to push yourself away, tears forming in your eyes as you gag. He finally releases you and you pull back, bobbing your head on his cock, taking him as deep as you can without gagging.

But Tsu'tey likes it when you gag. He adores it. So he'll occasionally force himself deeper into your throat, his cock twitching every time you gag. He grunts softly, the pleasure building within him. He wants to come inside you, sure, but not in your mouth.

He releases you from his grasp and pulls his cock out of your mouth. You gasp softly, fighting for your breath, your heart racing in your chest.

Tsu'tey kneels in front of you before he spins you around, placing you on all fours. He rips your loincloth off, leaving your soaked pussy and ass bare for his eyes to stare at. And then he spanks you, making you mewl.

“You're a brat,” he spits, spanking you again, watching your ass bounce from his rough treatment. “Such a mouthy little thing. But you're all quiet now, huh? I don't hear you complainin' now.”

You moan quietly. “I'm sorry,” you mumble.

He spanks you. “That's sir to you,” he demands, fingers digging into the skin of your thigh.

“I'm sorry, sir,” you repeat, shaking, and he spanks you again. “I was good that time!” you complain, body jerking away from him.

Tsu'tey laughs. “So? If I wanna spank you, I'll spank you. Until your ass is raw, until you can't walk, until you're crying for me.”

You shake your head. “No, please! 't hurts.”

He scoffs. “I know it hurts. That's the point. It's so you learn your lesson, girl.” He spanks you again and you shudder, the scent of his anger thick in the air.

“Sir, please,” you whine. “Please, no more. I'll be good! Please, I'll be good, sir. Don't spank me anymore.”

He spanks you again. Just because he wants to. “You promise you'll be good?” he questions, his hand tracing the skin of your ass, and you shiver, afraid he'll slap your asscheek again.

“I promise!” you gasp. “I promise I'll be good, sir!”

He spanks you one last time, simply for the sake of watching your ass jiggle at the impact. “Fine. I'll put my cock in you, then, hm? How's that sound?”

You hesitate, and Tsu'tey can sense your sudden discomfort. “What's wrong?” he asks, worried he's overstepped.

You swallow, nerves rushing through your body before you say, “Uh, I...I've never done this before.”

Something in Tsu'tey softens, his heart fluttering at your words. “We don't have to do this, girl.”

You shake your head. “I-I want to do it. I just...Can you do it gently?”

He smiles at himself. “'f course, I can,” he replies, running the thick head of his cock between your folds before he aligns himself with your entrance. “Deep breath f'r me, girl,” he instructs.

You inhale deep and sharp, and Tsu'tey sinks into you, his cock stretching you open as he slides inside your pussy. When his hips meet yours, he gasps softly, and you moan, cunt clenching around him.

“That's it,” he says. “Good girl.”

You mewl, rocking yourself back and forth on his cock, the stretch and the weight of him sending butterflies into your womb. You hiss softly, the pleasure a wonderful, foreign sensation for you, and you beg, “Sir, please.”

“Yeah, I know what you want,” Tsu'tey tells you, thrusting in and out of you slowly, at first, before he feels you relax around him and then he's rutting into you. The thick tip crashes into your cervix, making you jolt with each thrust, and he holds onto your hips, keeping you in place.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, look at this pussy, s'wet and s'tight f'r me.”

You cry out, hips jerking, body trembling. “So good, sir! 's so good!”

“I know,” he grunts, his hips slamming into your ass, making the flesh jiggle. “I know it's good, girl. You gonna thank me for it?”

“Thank you, sir!” you gasp, nails digging into the ground beneath you. “Thank you so much!”

Tsu'tey chuckles quietly, “You're welcome, baby.”

He keeps pounding into you, hard and sharp, knocking your breath from your lungs with each thrust. And you're gasping and shaking, mewling, and you whimper, “Tsu'tey, I-I wanna be yours!”

At this, he slows his thrusts slightly. “What'd you say?” he asks, caressing the skin of your back softly.

“I wanna be yours,” you insist. “Want you t'mate me, Tsu'tey. Please.”

And the phrase is unreal to Tsu'tey, the idea igniting a bright burst of happiness within him. You being his? You begging him to let you be his mate? It makes his heart race, his stomach fill with butterflies, and he can't help the smile that breaks across his face. “Are you sure?” he asks, pulse quick and loud in his ears.

You nod. “Please. I've always been yours, Tsu'tey. Only yours. There's no one for me if it's not you.”

And Tsu'tey pulls out of you, turning you to lie on your back so he can see your face. “I See you,” he tells you, reaching for his braid, holding it out to you.

Your eyes are wide, excited, your face flushed with the effort from the sex and the excitement of the situation. “I See you,” you reply, grabbing your braid and meeting it with his.

Tsu'tey shudders when he feels you, when your lust and your passion and your love fill his veins. He sinks his cock into you, feeling your pleasure through tsaheylu, and he cages your body beneath his.

You're breathing heavily, eyes shut tight. The feeling of Tsu'tey's love for you is so intense, you feel like crying from happiness. You didn't know he felt like you did.

He places his forehead against yours and you open your eyes, meeting his gaze. He kisses you softly, carefully, as he gently starts thrusting into you, making you mewl.

“Please,” you say against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck and holding him close. “Please, sir. Fuck me.”

Tsu'tey groans lowly, increasing the speed of his hips, the bulbous head of his large cock crashing into your cervix, making you gasp. “I love you,” he says, meaning it—truly meaning it—kissing your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose. “I always have, and I always will.”

Your nails dig into his back, scratching his skin, as your hips buck up to meet his with each thrust. “I love you too!” you gasp, meaning every word, your body trembling. The sensation of Tsu'tey's pleasure adding up to your own is too much. It makes you mewl, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you feel the fire within you burn to a boiling point.

“Tsu'tey!” you gasp, shaking. “Tsu'tey!”

“I know, love,” he tells you, kissing your forehead. “Come for me, yeah? I know you can do it.”

You whimper, body jerking under his, your pussy clenching around him. Your orgasm grows within you, spreading like a bubble deep in your lower stomach until it bursts, sending pleasure ricocheting through you as you mewl, back arching, every nerve alight with ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Tsu'tey gasps, feeling your orgasm through the bond, feeling your pleasure add to his. “Fuck!” he grunts, and then his own orgasm is upon him, crashing through him. He groans as he spills his hot, sticky load into you, painting your gummy walls, filling you to the brim.

You gasp beneath him, struggling to catch your breath, and Tsu'tey kisses your lips tenderly. With his mouth grazing yours, he says, “You are the only one for me, baby. I want you. I want you and only you. I don't know what I would do without you in my life, and I am happy to finally be able to call you mine.”

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thinking of seunghan and sohee currently 😋 you are on a school trip and you three sit together on the train, it's quiet and slightly tense for some reason. you squirm around in your seat, feeling awkward since you're sitting in between both of them on a three-seater. they notice you squirming awfully a lot, making eye contact with each other, laughing silently. then they wanted to get to know you better, talking about your guys' interests during the ride. eventually, seunghan asks you if you want to hang out in their room at night, just to "have some harmless fun" 😧 once you guys arrive at the place you're gonna stay at, you part ways. and then at night, when everyone is asleep, you sneak off to their room to hang out, entering the hallway where all the boys' rooms are situated, not telling your roommate about you leaving the room. you knock on their door and they open, still very awake, almost as if they were waiting for you. sohee eyes you up and down, tilting his head to the side at the sight of you wearing just shorts and a white spaghetti-strap shirt, his gaze lingering on your chest more than you'd like. you enter silently, smiling at them awkwardly as you sit on one of their beds. they start a conversation with you and all goes well, checking you out as you talk. you felt like prey under their gazes, squeezing your thighs together. seunghan makes the first move, being so touchy with you all of a sudden. and then sohee follows, resting his hand on your thigh, inching up slowly as you guys continue to talk. because of this, the conversation has now been abandoned, sohee and seunghan taking turns giving you the pleasure you deserve 🤭 they tell you to be quiet or else you'd get caught, and you obey while sohee eats you out and seunghan sucks on your neck, hickeys forming.

i love the perv!seunghan/sohee agenda sm

they would’ve been watching you for months, figuring out how they could make an excuse to talk to you. finally on this trip they got to and you were simply just irresistible, they needed you so badly😵‍💫😵‍💫 so when you were in their room they needed to find a way to initiate things so seunghan gets touchy with you with sohee following after. then sohee is eating you out as if it’s his last meal, your hand in his hair as seunghan marks you up while whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear. “been dreaming of this, huh? you seem to be enjoying it a lot, pretty girl,” seunghan whispered teasingly. “n-no i haven’t,” you stuttered, trying your absolute best to keep your composure. “hear this, sohee? she hasn’t been dreaming of this,” seunghan said, glancing down at sohee as he smirked. “your legs are shaking, y/n, you’ve clearly wanted this for a while,” sohee said with a soft chuckle before sucking on your clit, making you moan loudly. “shut up, pretty, or i’ll shut you up,” seunghan demanded, seeming angry you made so much noise. you tried your best to keep quiet but you simply couldn’t help it; sohee was eating you out so well :( but it was ok, seunghan and sohee knew it was because they made you feel so good. they’d keep going, switching positions and taking turns with you until all three of you physically couldn’t cum anymore. you got dressed and left to go back to your room, unable to believe what had happened to you <3

i’m dying

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername LMAAAOOOO so who’s going to tell this girl I wasn’t even at the LA show?

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urbanwyatt 🤦🏼‍♂️ I thought we weren’t doing this publicly?

yourusername 😤 She wants to be sending you shit like this, let the world see the kind of shit she’s trying to pull.

cozane How did I get dragged into this?

stassie because you literally told me 🙄 don’t act like you even care about the bitch

yourcousinname 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 the fact that people ACTUALLY believe @ cozane and y/n don’t get along 💀 girl sit your ass down before you get your shit rocked for a third time.

cozane 😩😩😩😩 no but fr tho

yourusername Homegirl has been lurking 👀 under the comments and she thought I actually hated my little airbender 😭

druski2funnny FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

urbanwyatt She’s pregnant dumb ass

druski2funnny So? Stass couldn’t even get a hit those 2 times. y/n just has to deck her real quick and she’ll be lights out

yourbestiename Not you trying to see a fight, don’t you have enough of the recordings?

druski2funnny Never enough!!!! So who’s rushing her?

urbanwyatt NO ONE!!!

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stassie Oops I spilled

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fatherkels 😂😂😂

urbanwyatt Yo wtf?

yourusername ……

urbanandynupdates pls tell me this isn’t true and that y/n doesn’t believe this

urbanwyatt It’s not real wtf 🤬 I wouldn’t say shit like this especially to someone my girl doesn’t like.

stass baby 🤪 it’s ok to admit it, it’ll help you be done with her.

stass pls if she didn’t believe me she would’ve been under here attacking me.

urbanwyatt I haven’t even seen you or spoken to you

neelamthadhani Urb shut up, don’t say anything anymore.

fan not Kylie liking the post. For someone who always says kids are off limits, how is she cool with her friend doing this?

kyliejenner I told her I wasn’t ok with this, but like you said, she’s my girl.

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yourusername It’s just you and me little one 💕 no matter what life throws my way, know I’ll get back up for my baby and my baby only.

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yourbestiename I love you 😘🫶🏻

yourusername Ily2 💕

cozane come back with my niece pls

yourusername Aww look at you accepting the fact that you’re going to be an uncle 🥺

cozane It’s not like I have a choice

urbanwyatt What about me? 😞 it’s us 3 for life.

yourusername Ehhhh I guess you too

urbanwyatt Don’t play with me

yourusername 😂😂 Hurry back with my snacks pls & I love you 😘

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urbanwyatt 🍑 + 🍆 x 💦 🥜 = 🤰🏻

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yourusername THE CAPTION 😭😭😭

urbanwyatt 🤷🏼‍♂️

yourbestiename Lmao I’m dying with your caption. You couldn’t put some heartfelt words or what?

urbanwyatt You know that’s not me 😭

urbanandynupdates I’m so happy y’all are together. Y/n post had me a little worried until I went through the comments 😅

yourusername Lmao 😜

wyatturbanfan seriously I thought stass had won

yourusername Puhhleeeaseee, girl has been trying to break us apart since day one. Which I honestly don’t understand how girls can be so obsessed over TAKEN GUYS. Papi isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. There was no doubt, not even a little bit of me believed her shit was real.

stass 🙄

yourcousinname How does it feel to know that after everything you tried to pull, Urban is still with her? How does it feel to know that he continues to choose her? 😂😂😂 give up already

stass But he’ll come back, he’ll wake up one day and realize the mistake he’s done and I’ll be here with open arms

yourusername And opened legs I believe?

stass especially those 😉

yourusername You have no shame

druski2funnny Rush her a 3rd time maybe then she’ll quit

urbanwyatt 🤦🏼‍♂️

yourusername ANYWAY!! me and my man? We’re good, more than good, we’re happy and we’re excited for this babygirl that has changed our life the moment we found out I was pregnant. No one, no hating, miserable ass bitch is going to ruin that for us. Homegirl needs to get a hobby or something, and stop sending my man and my besties husband dms, THEY DON’T WANT YOU!!!! How much clear do they need to be?

urbanwyatt I love you mami 😘 we got this. I ain’t going no where. You and little mama are it for me, like you said. No one is coming between that!

druski2funnny I say stass still needs to get rushed!!!!!

jackharlow MY WIFE WAS ABOUT TO GO TO JAIL!!!!!

yourusername Huh what happened?

claybornharlow 😂😂😂😂 Love to see it

jackharlow Clay it’s not funny, you yelling “get her” wasn’t helping at all.

yourusername IS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY MY BEST FRIEND ISNT ANSWERING MY CALLS

yourbestiename I’m here beba, I’m here!!!!!!

urbanwyatt Ok so explain wtf happened

yourbestiename We’re at lunch and I seen this bitch a few tables from us, I got up and threw my wine at her and said “oops I spilled” that’s all, Jack is just being dramatic.

jackharlow BABE YOU WENT FOR THE FORK AND POINTED AT HER WITH IT. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO CUT HER!!!!!

yourbestiename I wouldn’t do such thing. I was just trying to get my point across. Stop trying shit with my bestie and her man.

yourusername I love you crazy ass 😘😘

claybornharlow no wonder y’all are best friends, you both are crazy

druski2funnny I still vote for girl to get rushed!!!!!!!

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[noemilivv]

hello!! thank you so much for squeezing me in 💕 i hope you're doing well

i use all pronouns and im asexual demiromantic. i have no preference for the gender of the character

my mbti is infj <3

personality wise, im a patient person. im touchy with close friends and family, otherwise i actively avoid touch. im quiet until im with friends, and i enjoy being in the presence of people and not having to do the same thing? [like i could be painting and they could be writing! we don't have to do an activity together to enjoy being together 🤭]. im otherwise i actively avoid touch. im quiet until im with friends, and i enjoy being in the presence of people and not having to do the same thing? [like i could be painting and they could be writing! we don't have to do an activity together to enjoy being together]. im honest and can be a little too blunt at times. im big on communication, it's how all relationships thrive - familial, platonic or romantic. im very careful about who i trust, so people need to show effort in befriending me. im quite observant with people's body language and their tone of voice. i enjoy banter every now and again but it helps when we both know when to draw the line. im not all that fond of technology and like to do other activities while i can, but i do admit it's useful to have! [all the music at my fingertips]. i love having philosophical talks with people too.

my hobbies include writing, painting, sewing and reading!! im also hoping to learn guitar at some point. i enjoy ballroom dancing but it's not something i do too often. my music taste switches from jazz, to metal to indie repeatedly -

im hyperfixated on the band ghost, and sleep token!! if you ask me about prey animals such as deer, bunnies, or cows i WILL talk your head off. im also OBSESSED with the crow [brandon lee] and the labyrinth [david bowie]. i have a soft spot for tim burton films too!!

my love languages are quality time and gift giving. im not entirely opposed to the other love languages but i definitely need to be warned before touch occurs or we've already established that we're both okay with touching each other. i personally prefer creating personalised gifts by engraving intricate patterns into pockets, writing them letters or just creating a little gift bag of the things they've had their eyes on

appearance-wise, im pretty short. roughly around 5'1-5'3. im also chubby but that's not something i get insecure about often - that doesn't mean i flaunt my figure or anything though, just simply indifferent. i like dying my hair but my go to colour is a dark ashy purple. i only have my lobes and my septum pierced but im considering getting more. im very pale and im absolutely covered in freckles. as for wardrobe, i either dress like a manic pixie dream girl or i go all out as morticia addams.

i enjoy helping people out, but if it requires physical lifting, then it's a no can do, due to my disability limiting what i can and can't lift

all and all, i just need someone to respect my boundaries and be patient enough with me to make it work

im so sorry that it's so long! if you need me to cut things down, im more than willing to 🫶💗 have a beautiful day

i know i said i was done with matchups but i promised this individual a matchup and i just got submitted the request so i’m doing it now.

anywho, i pair you with…

Husk !!

Husk is very open about communication, as he’s very honest, so that’s not really something you need to worry about in your relationship

He’s not much of a gift giver, but he appreciates everything you get him, and he’ll try to sneak in a present or two as a ‘thank you’. But in my eyes, Husk is more of a acts of service and words of affirmation kinda guy (in terms of giving)

You both banter a lot, he tries not to go to overboard, but due to his bluntness sometimes he’ll occasionally slip up, but hey, everyone does it at some point

[edbloves]

Aw omg them calling her Gracie in that ask you answered 🤭🤭

Does she have certain things that she prefers Buck for and certain things that she prefers Bucky for?? Ex. one of them for playing and one of them for cuddles or something

Absolutely, I think she does! Just like most kids go to their moms for certain things and go to their dads for other things, Grace is the same way.

Things she goes to Bucky for:

Playtime more often than not - but that's not to say Gale doesn't play with her, he absolutely joins in on the fun, but Bucky is a bit better at matching her rambunctious energy

Making up epic entertaining tales of princesses and dragons to entertain her

Helping to talk Buck into shenanigans: the duo of Bucky and Grace looking at him with wide pleading eyes means Buck doesn't stand a chance at saying no

Things she goes to Buck for:

Doing her hair - Marge showed him all the tricks and he's careful go slow and be gentle, he learns to braid and then to French braid, and he always remembers to brush her long hair starting at the bottom to get the tangles out without hurting her

Reading her her favourite bedtime stories: Buck does all the voices and makes her giggle

Once she starts school, if she ever has any problems with friends or anything, she usually goes to Buck because Bucky is always ready to fly off the handle at the thought of someone disagreeing with/hurting his baby girl and Buck is a bit more reasonable and offers better advice

Things she goes to both of them for:

Nightmares - her nightmares typically revolve around her mom dying and the consequences of that - being left behind or abandoned. Sometimes, they turn into Buck or Bucky dying too. When that happens she usually wants reassurance that both of them aren’t leaving her so she’ll crawl into bed with them beg for snuggles (doesn’t take much convincing)

Cuddles - I think that she goes to them for different cuddles at different times. Gale’s mellow, even-keeled and steady personality means she wants to be cuddled more by him when she’s scared and hurting, for example after injuries or particularly bad nightmares. She tends to go for John cuddles more when she just wants touch, like she’ll snuggle into his lap while out at a restaurant or she climb on his shoulders while they’re out for a walk, or make him carry her for no reason - their tactile personalities fit very well together and Bucky is ALWAYS happy to have her on him.

Thanks for the ask, I love getting these ❤️ (even tho I’m sometimes slow at replying)!