#here's hoping my block fucks the fuck off asap

[prettyboy-like-you]

feeling very stilly today

[ynbabe]

We don’t hate each other ୨୧ Arthur x fem! reader

Y/n was Ollie's oldest friend, growing up with him as he raced his way up to formula one, somewhere in between she found Arthur Leclerc, found him a massive fucking pain in the ass that is until something changes when Ollie debuts in Carlos Sainz Ferrari.

A always, comments and requests are always welcome! lemme know what y'all think of this!

Warnings: curses, lime

y/nl/n

y/nl/n GET THIS MAN IN A FERRARI ASAP 💪 💪 💪 😮‍💨

Username they're relationship is so important to me actually

username arent they just friends?? username girl you believe that? LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE LITERALLY MARRIED username theyre 18 go touch grass pls 😭

username GET THAT MAN IN A FERRARI!!!

Username shes so real for that bow, ollies so cute 🥹

olliebearman thank you for the very serious pictures of me, a very serious, very profession man

y/nl/n "very serious, very professional man"🤓 shut up you literally cried in my arms when you got called olliebearman i'm telling my pr officer to block you username did what in whose arms now?? username oooh so hes in love love

arthurleclerc Way to go Ols!

y/nl/n gtfo my post arthurleclerc gtfo off my fyp y/nl/n block me bitch arthurleclerc too much effort, cry olliebearman guys you're in public 😭

username whats with Arthur and Y/N? 😅

Username they're competing for Ollies love Username bro you wrong for that 😂

arthurleclerc

arthurleclerc to MY bestfriend, congratulations on making it to Ferrari and f1! You deserve the best! Hope my brother treated you well.

username SHOTS!! HAVE!! BEEN!! FIRED!!

Username he know he wrong for that first photo

Username okay wait. How do both Leclerc have a Wattpad ass gay romance is it genetic??

Username bro all capped the my 😭

username mans petty as hell

username @/y/nl/n me personally, I wouldn't take that

username hes stealing your man girl go get him!!

oliiebearman Thank you Arthur! Yes he did!

arthurleclerc ur welcome ols ❤️ username @/y/nl/n were waiting for you boo username its the red heart for me Username Charles come get your brother!!! he's cosplaying you and max on main again

y/nl/n Congrats Ollie!! love you 🥰 (Not gonna make this abt myself like some other girls)

arthurleclerc revoking ur paddock pass btw 🥰 Olliebearman ... I'm blocking you both 🥰

username mans done with them 😂

You rolled your eyes as you saw Arthur's comment on yours, how could he be so childish. Forget it, you reminded yourself, today is for Ollie and Ollie only.

You waited in Ollie's driver room till he was done with the debrief, you'd go out to celebrate with him and his family later. His trainer had given him a pass on the diet, after all, scoring points in F1 was no joke.

You jumped off the chair you were lounging in, ready to hug the man as you heard the door open but to your disappointment, it was only Arthur.

You groaned as you saw the boy and he scowled in return. You never knew how your rivalry began. One moment you were visiting Ollie for the first time at Prema and the next you were in a screaming match with a Monagasuque man with the cutest accent.

"What are you doing?" He asked, rather, demanded.

"Waiting for my friend," you replied with the same annoyance in your voice, "What are you doing here?" you accused, stepping towards him.

He pulled a face, closing the gap, "Here to support my friend, you know cause we can actually stand each other,"

"Hah, sure, at least I'm not jealous of my friends, you know cause they actually make it into f1," you shrugged, knowing it was a low blow.

His face morphed into anger as he pushed closer towards you, "You need to shut up," he spoke in a low voice, you'd be scared of the taller, much stronger boy if you weren't doused in anger yourself.

"Make me then," why did you say that- Oh shit.

Your eyes widened as he kissed you, making both of you stumble back and fall on Ollie's driver room bed. You groaned as your back hit the mattress, the older boy breaking the kiss, looking down at you in concern.

"O-oh, my god! Y/n I'm so sorry, I don't know wh-" he began rambling but you couldn't let him win, could you? So you kissed him back, letting your hands run through his hair.

He led one hand to your waist, letting it fall under your shirt, he hissed at the warmth your skin radiated under his palms.

"Oh my god, OH MY GOD," Someone yelled, making Arthur push off the bed, and fall on the floor.

"Ollie this isn't what it looks like," he explained from the floor making you frown.

"It isn't?" you asked making him turn to you.

"No, it is," he explained to you, then turned to shocked Ollie in the doorway, "I mean- it is," he tried to explain.

Ollie paused for a moment, "On my bed, really?" he replied, disgust in his voice.

You picked up the pillow on his now messed up bed, throwing it at his head, "Shut up,"

He laughed as he ducked, "Hey, at least none of us had to intervene," he confessed making you and the boy who was now getting up off the floor groan in defeat.

olliebearman

olliebearman never make out in my room again, I beg you

Y/nl/n sorry I stole your boyfriend, Ols

arthurleclerc you are still the love of my life, y/n's just a friend olliebearman DO NOT START THIS AGAIN

Username HUH?

username chat is this real rn? username fr thought they hated each other username bro said he was going to get his Wattpad enemies to lovers one way or the other

username Charles Leclerc it's your turn now.

charlesleclerc So all the ranting actually led to something?

y/nl/n he talks about me?? arthurleclerc NO I DIDN'T! Charles shut up or I'll tag someone you rant about. Charleslecler y/n changed you i dont like this relationship anymore username WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Username First we get Arthur x y/n and now we are getting Charles read like filth 😭

trying something new, thoughts?

[hwaslayer]

after hours (jwy) | one shot.

—summary: an invitation to wooyoung’s event leads to the unexpected— a night of revelation that deeply blurs the lines between harmless fun and the thrill of exploring something more.

—pairing: dj!wooyoung x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) fwb to lovers | smut, fluff

—word count: 5k

—content/warnings: cussing/mature language, dj wooyo playing his first club event!, songs in wooyoung’s setlist can get pretty explicit so pls proceed with caution, throwing some ass back at the club lol, alcohol consumption and intoxication, hella chemistry between these two, friends with benefits but with lots of feelings lol, oc x woo are in denial tho hehe, lots of teasing and flirting, kisses, making out, praising, marking, pet names (baby, babygirl, love), unprotected sex, oral (f. & m. receiving), hand job, woo gets slightly rough, nipple play, missionary, doggy, sorry if i missed anything!!

—a/n: this piece came super randomly, but i was inspired by needs x tinashe / after hours x kehlani and needed to whip this baby out ASAP. enjoy!!

💿 wooyoung's setlist 💿

“Thank you.” You sweetly smile at the security guard at the door, brushing your way past the hefty line that ran down the block with your bestfriend, Yeosang. The club is already incredibly packed from wall to wall, the music’s vibrations felt at the base of your feet. For a minute, you didn’t actually think you’d make it inside in time. The security guard at the door wasn’t taking your sweet smiles, frowning as you bat your eyelashes in hopes of letting you skip the line simply because you knew the DJ. He definitely didn’t believe you, nor was he trying to give you the time of day. You didn’t let up though, and as if on cue, he received confirmation from the team inside that you and Yeosang were a part of the DJ’s crew.

Thank god.

Because that line was not it.

“It’s so fucking loud in here!” Yeosang yells as he turns back to look at you amidst the crowd chaos.

“We’re almost there!” You squeeze his hand as he platonically holds onto yours, leading you to the front of the crowd and up to the DJ booth.

“Never invite me out again if you just plan on seeing your boyfriend or whatever.” 

“Not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, whatever. Close enough.” You laugh when you finally approach the steps up to the stage, the security guard letting you slip through with Yeosang right at your hip. Heading up to the stage, you greet your friends Mingi, San and Yunho as they dance around with a few other familiar faces and sip on their drinks. Wooyoung is the main DJ for tonight’s event, and he’s having the time of his life— doing what he loves to do, with the people he loves most around him. The crowd is feeding into his energy as he smoothly transitions into the next song, dancing and singing along before finally breaking contact from his mixer and glancing over at you.

“Woo!”

“Whattup! You made it.” He smiles, bringing you flush against him for a hug and a chaste kiss to the temple. You blush at his attempt to subtly squeeze at your side, biting on his bottom lip before shifting his headphones enough to partially cover his ear. The thing about Wooyoung is that you adore him. You adore him because he’s been one of your good friends for some time now. You adore him because he brings you happiness, because he’s a good time. You adore him because of these unspoken feelings, that unlabeled ‘friends with benefits but everyone knows you two are feeling each other so why hide’ kinda thing. You haven’t done much besides innocently flirt around, make out a few times, dance at events together, engage in a few heated conversations over the phone, full send with the thirst traps. The chemistry is well and alive; you suppose by now you and Wooyoung would’ve figured things out since it was too obvious to your friends already, but the both of you seem to brush it off, still shying away from it— afraid of ruining the dynamic that’s already there with said label. Something that started off so fun, so innocent, ended up digging a little space in your heart, making you feel things you shouldn’t for your ‘lil past-time.

But, Wooyoung would move mountains for you, just so you know. He’s dying to make this different. Different from the others, different from anything he’s ever dealt with. Because you are different, and he’ll show you every chance he gets.

“Aw, look at you supporting Woo at his event.” Yunho pinches your cheek, his own painted with a red tint from the alcohol he’s been downing.

“Of course. He was so excited about it, ever since he started planning it out and everything.”

“You guys make things so complicated for no reason.” Yunho laughs. “Despite the friends with benefits bullshit, you know we can tell you two actually have feelings for each other, right?”

“Wow, I didn’t know I came to the club to be lectured by Jeong Yunho.” You laugh, gently pinching at his arm. “We don’t like each other. That’s all we are.” He rolls his eyes.

“Continue to convince yourself if that’s easiest, Y/N. Just want you two to be happy.” You lick your lips, jolting at the sudden roar that comes from the crowd when Woo transitions into another hype, upbeat song.

“Aye, can we get some shots, please? Gotta take one with Yeo and the pretty ‘lil thing right there.” He signals by making a glass-shape with his hand, tilting it back a few times until the bartender off to the side throws him a thumbs up. He looks at you with a smirk, quickly winking before he’s grabbing the mic and hyping the crowd up some more.

The shots turn into two, three, five maybe, before the world is spinning a little more than usual; off-balance and vision slightly blurry. You’re still coherent, and you’re still able to make sense of your surroundings. But the one thing you do find yourself struggling with is how good Wooyoung looks at the table. You try to brush it off, dancing around with your friends and loudly singing along to the songs that blast through the speakers.

“Having fun?” Wooyoung sets the headphones off to the side and steps back from the table to enjoy some company for a bit.

“Yeah, you’re not so bad after all.” You playfully punch him on the bicep and he laughs.

“You look so good tonight.” He says in your ear, pulling you flush against his body again— hand resting on the small of your back. “Gonna give me a bit of your time?”

“I don’t know, should I?” 

“Tease. All those pictures and you can’t even spare me a minute.” He taps your nose and heads back to the table. It’s a few more minutes of Wooyoung hyping the crowd, San and Mingi both welcoming lapdances from a few cuties they met throughout the night while exploring out on the floor. Before you know it, you’re pulled mid-conversation with Yeo and Yunho— familiar hands resting on your waist. You feel Wooyoung push against you, guiding your hips against him for a dance. You love dancing with Woo because it’s fun, and there’s no pressure or expectation to be a certain way with him.

You live for that shit.

And tonight, you need him a little more than usual. In more ways than usual. Tippy-toeing into dangerous territory that makes you wanna act on your feelings.

You’re having to hold onto the edge of the table as Wooyoung bends you over ever so slightly, letting you work your ass against him to the music. He bites onto his bottom lip as he focuses on you, only you, matching your rhythm to the beat. You change your position, no longer leaning onto the edge of the table; back only inches away from Wooyoung. You lean to the side in order to get a better view of him from over your shoulder as you work your ass in slow, circular motions against him. The both of you let out a few laughs in between, focused on each other as if no one else was around. The grip on your hip tightens when Wooyoung’s free hand glides down your back in an effort to bend you over again. Your hands fall to your knees, picking up your pace to match the new song that comes on. 

Wooyoung matches your energy so well it’s no wonder you never want to dance with anyone else the same way you do with him.

The dancing with Wooyoung continues for a bit more before he’s tapping out, tapping your hips once the song finishes. You stand to put some distance between you two, but he keeps you close; arm wrapped around your waist when you turn to look at him.

“I swear to God, Y/N.” He leans into your ear. “You make everything so difficult for me.”

“Doubt that.” He chuckles.

“Oh, you have no idea.” 

“The DJ is being fake and forgetting his set!” San teases. You blush and push him away, allowing him to get back to his craft in the meantime.

The next two and a half hours go by with a breeze, and you find your energy diminishing as the night continues to go on. You find yourself hugging closer to the wall behind the stage, leaning your head against Yeo’s shoulder— watching as San and Mingi continue to dance around and find a few pretties to get to know. Wooyoung turns over his shoulder a few times, tugging on your hand, flirting with you in a way he knows will get you to fold so quick; buckle at the knees, shyly giggle against him from all the cute ‘lil compliments that slip from his lips.

“Tryna go soon?” Yeosang asks near your ear. “Kinda over it.” He laughs.

“Yeah, I am, too! Let me just say goodbye to everyone.” You head to Yunho first, giving him a bear hug before letting San and Mingi playfully hug you and spin you around. “Hey.” You tug on Wooyoung’s hand, causing him to shift the headphones up so he could hear you.

“You’re leaving?” He frowns a bit.

“Yeah! Time for us to head out.” You smile, but he pouts.

“Where are you going?” He looks down at you, brushing the hair away from your face. “Don’t wanna stick around to grab a bite to eat with everyone after?”

“No, I’m tired. Yeo and I are probably just gonna grab something quick on the road before he drops me off.” He pouts even more.

“Gonna make me miss you.”

“Don’t say stuff like that, Woo.” He continues to pout anyway, hand coming to squeeze your side again in an endearing way.

“Can I text you later, then?”

“If I’m up.”

“I need you to be up. Please?”

“For what, exactly?” You chuckle.

“Your company.” He puckers his lips. “Tryna give me a kiss before you head out?”

“Get out.” You laugh.

“Just fuck and get together already!” Mingi says loudly with a hearty laugh. Woo turns to flip him off before shifting his attention back to you.

“Okay, please?” He repeats. “Promise me you’ll be up?”

“Get back to the crowd. I’ll be up.” You reassure him, gently pushing him towards the table. He nibbles at this bottom lip before heading back to his set. You nod over to Yeosang and start making your way out of the club, holding onto his hand as he leads the way again. Once you get outside, the cold air feels good against your sticky, warm skin. You let out a deep breath, keeping your body close to your bestfriend to keep some kind of warmth. 

“I don’t know why you just don’t tell him.” Yeosang says as he continues to walk alongside you on the way to the car parked on the opposite end of the block.

“I have nothing to tell him.”

“Y/N, please.” Yeosang chuckles. “We know.” You roll your eyes and sigh.

“Why is everyone on my case about him tonight?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you two should just quit the act and get together already?” He snorts. “You should at least try when you guys get some alone time later.”

“Who said we will?”

“I know you, you’ll stay up for him.” Yeosang gives you a look before gently nudging you. “Until then, what do you wanna stop by for?”

“I don’t know, I’m not too hungry. Truthfully, I’d be satisfied with some good ol’ fries and an ice cream cone.” You laugh and Yeo nods while swinging his keys around his finger.

“Got it.” He unlocks the door. “Get in princess, we need to get your fries and ice cream before Woo comes over.” You scold him as you settle into the passenger’s seat, recalling some events from the night as he drives off to the nearest fast food joint for the best fries nearby. 

When Yeosang finally drops you off at home, you’ve completely devoured your fries and ice cream cone, and you find yourself slowly dragging yourself up to your studio. The club had just closed, so you weren’t expecting to hear from Wooyoung for awhile. You let out a satisfied sigh when you slip out of your shoes, kicking them off to the side before tossing your bag and keys onto the table. You make a beeline for the shower, more than ready to wash off the club and get into something comfortable. It’s a quick one, though; a good 10 minutes under the hot water with that coconut body scrub you love so much before stepping out and lathering up with some body cream. You toss on an oversized shirt and crash onto your bed, feeling incredibly happy to be in your own safe space.

You wonder what Wooyoung is doing.

It’s crazy because at this point, it feels like the universe is listening closely to your thoughts— especially when a ding comes through on your phone and puts a big smile on your face.

wooyo: cutiepie

wooyo: are you up 🥺 say yes

you: lol yeah i am.

wooyo: fuck yeah! you kept your promise!

you: excuse, since when did i ever break a promise with you?

wooyo: never, that’s why you’re perfect for me

you: shut up lol

wooyo: lol 😙 can i slide through and hang out for a bit?

you: mhm! what happened to eating out with the boys?

wooyo: bruh san got too fucked up so we all ended up going our separate ways

you: wooooow hahah hope he’s good though?

wooyo: he’ll be fine. did u and yeo actually get some stuff to eat?

you: yeah we did. you should grab something for yourself before heading over

wooyo: nah it’s all good. i don’t care too much for it, just need your company. be there in 15?

you: sounds good! front door’s unlocked

wooyo: hot, she can’t wait either

you: stop while you’re ahead jung wooyoung

wooyo: oop hehe woops 🤭

It wasn’t anything new to have Wooyoung come over, but he usually comes to hang out for an hour or so before he’s leaving to head back to his own place. The good thing about Wooyoung is that even though there’s this deep chemistry, this longing for each other, he never forces anything. Never pressures you.

So, he comes through. He gives you a few kisses and gives you a few laughs from his jokes. He cuddles you for a bit before he’s saying his goodbyes and struggling to get himself out of the door.

It’ll probably be the same tonight, maybe.

It feels different because you loved seeing him in his element, and you loved having fun with him. It also feels different because your friends were all up in your case about him— now, you can’t really get the idea out of your head. That maybe, you do really, really want something with Wooyoung and you’re afraid to admit it. Afraid he might not feel the same even though he’s never done anything to hurt you or show you otherwise.

Maybe, you’ll finally take that leap tonight and just go for it.

Say fuck it.

In the end, at least you could say you tried, right?

Amidst all your overthinking, you surprisingly do fall asleep in those 15-20 minutes. You’re awoken by your front door closing, along with Wooyoung’s loud ass keys dangling from his keychain and hitting his thigh with every step he takes. 

“Did you fall asleep?” He giggles when tosses his belongings onto your desk and plops onto your bed.

“I did fall asleep for a bit.” You yawn and fix your position a bit, Wooyoung laying next to you on his tummy.

“I didn’t even take that long, did I?”

“No, but I can’t be tired?! Damn.” He snorts.

“Sorry, sorry.” He kisses the tip of your nose, his arm draped over you. Hand caressing your side under your shirt. His hand is warm, but it tickles against your skin and raises a few goosebumps at how smooth his touch is. He looks at you for a split second before he leans in to peck you on the lips, smiling into the kiss just as he pulls back. “So, did you have fun?”

“I did. You played a good set tonight, Woo.”

“I did, huh?” You laugh.

“Did you have fun?”

“It was so fucking fun.” He laughs. “I just wished you stayed ‘till the end. Everyone seemed boo’d up and I was just the lonely ass DJ playing for the crowd.”

“Please. I’m sure you still had fun until then.”

“I did, but it wasn’t the same without you.” You give him a tiny, toothless smile, hand brushing through his soft black hair. 

“When’s your next one?”

“Why, huh?” He smirks. “An excuse to dance up on me again?”

“Excuse you, you pulled me for a dance!” You playfully swat him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, and? I’ll do it again at the next one.” He pulls out his phone. “I’m doing something next weekend with a few other DJs. Wanna come?”

“Sure. I don’t think Yeo would go, though. I practically dragged his ass out for this one.”

“Okay.” Wooyoung types something on his phone before tossing it aside, full attention on you again. “Promise me you’ll actually stay until the end. Gimme a chance to show you off, too.”

“Wooyoung.” You giggle. He tickles your sides, causing you to squeal and kick your feet before he lets you breathe. You find Wooyoung staring at you again, and it causes your heart to do major flips.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N. You looked so damn good tonight.”

“You did too, I guess.” You tease and he bites onto his bottom lip, leaning forward for another kiss.

“Tease. Hate it.” He presses his lips against yours, holding it for as long as he can before he pulls back. “Why don’t you wanna kiss me in front of our friends, hm?” He presses another kiss to your lips, edging closer to your body so he could comfortably throw his arm around you.

“Because we aren’t together.” You giggle.

“Shouldn’t we change that?”

“Don’t say shit like that, Wooyoung. I told you.”

“I mean it. Why can’t we be? I don’t necessarily have anything to hide.” Wooyoung kisses at the corner of your lips. “Unless you do?”

“I don’t.”

“So, tell me. Why can’t we be?” He asks again, close to a whisper, lips grazing the surface of yours. You don’t say anything, no. Instead, you feel like your actions could do the talking for tonight. Your actions could tell Wooyoung what you’ve been feeling all this time, your actions could tell Wooyoung how much you’ve been longing for him— longing for something more, longing for something deeper than the surface.

You make the first move and push into his lips, instantly deepening the kiss. Your hands tug at the ends of his hair as the two of you fit in each other’s molds so perfectly; teeth clashing against each other in a fit of desperate need, tongues fighting for dominance. Hoping the answer would be evident in the way you move so well with him.  “Fuck, baby.” Wooyoung breathily responds as you bite onto his bottom lip. He moves down to your neck and licks across the surface, gently nipping and sucking faint marks down the column. You feel Wooyoung’s hand squeeze at your hip before he pauses at the material of your panties, threatening to slip them down and toss them off. Everything suddenly feels so heated, too intense, too quick— you’re afraid there isn’t a way to come back from this anymore. “Y/N, if you tell me to stop right now, I’ll stop.” He feels your hesitancy, almost hears you thinking outloud. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“N-no. Keep going.”

“You sure? Cause if I keep going, I won’t be able to stop, you know that, right?” He gently nips at your chin while teasing the edge of your panties. “Been wanting this for so long, I won’t be able to help myself.”

“I want this too.”

“Yeah?” He smirks while finally pulling your panties down and tossing them onto the floor. “Gonna let me finally take care of you?” He kisses you once more before shifting his position to be in between your thighs, hands gripping at ‘em while he presses light kisses in your inner thighs. He smirks to himself and bites onto his bottom lip when he sees you bare underneath the shirt, causing the heat to rise to your cheeks.

“Woo.” You shyly throw an arm over your face.

“Don’t do that.” He chuckles and gently tugs on your elbow. “You’re so fucking beautiful, shit feels too fucking good to be true right now.” In a blink of an eye, Wooyoung presses a light kiss against your pussy— sending tingles straight down your spine. He indulges in how reactive you are, gently easing himself back down onto your heat to give you what you deserve. You let out a breathy moan when Wooyoung latches back on and continues his work on you; tongue working up and down, licking in between your folds. The pleasure makes your back arch in response, another moan slipping from your lips and sounding like music to Wooyoung’s ears. 

“Oh my god.” You let out with a silent moan. You whimper when Wooyoung slips in two digits, pumping into you at a quick pace while his mouth continues to lap at your clit, sucking in between to taste every single drop of you. When he pulls out, you take the opportunity to grind against his mouth; aching to feel the friction you so desperately need, want, from him. “Oh fuck, Woo.” Your moan is a little louder this time, causing him to groan against you as a way to egg you on towards the finish line. “Just like that, please. I’m gonna—” You whine, repeatedly cursing to yourself until you feel that coil within you suddenly snap and throw you off guard. Your moans bounce off the walls and Wooyoung is sure the couple upstairs can hear it loud and clear.

Oh well.

“Did so well for me, pretty girl.” He kisses your inner thigh, leading a trail up to your knee. He sits back onto his knees and removes his shirt, the tent in his sweats making you drool the more you fixate on it.

“Woo.” You look at him with a tiny pout. “Can I?” You sit up in order to reach him and palm hin gently.

“Mm, baby.” He lets out a small moan. “You don’t have to, I just—”

“Please?” You beg with those eyes and Wooyoung can’t help buckle at the knees. You’re already helping him out his sweats, and he feels the urge, the desire, to find out how your pretty lips feel wrapped around his dick. 

The image alone drives him to insanity, and he can’t wait to see you sucking him off like the good girl you are. 

He swallows the lump in his throat when he watches you pump him slowly, taking your lips to his tip. He hisses when you lick away at the pre-cum pooling at the top of the head before lowering your mouth down his length. 

And, fuck.

Wooyoung feels like he’ll lose himself right at this moment. He tilts his head back in pleasure, letting out a small, guttural moan when you work your mouth [and hands] on him. He gently tugs at your hair, pushing you a little further down his length just to test the waters. But, you take him anyway, and Wooyoung wants to fucking combust. You look so, so pretty with your lips around him, and it doesn’t help his cause when he feels his dick hit the back of your throat; pushing him to the highest of highs, purest ecstasy. 

“Fuck—fuck.” He groans. “Baby, wait. You’ll make me cum.” He lets out a breath, eyes focusing on you. He pulls you back just a bit, caressing your cheek when he sees a faint tear streak coating the surface. “I need to be in you. Now.” You bite onto your bottom lip and settle back onto your back as Wooyoung slots himself back in between your legs. He takes your shirt off at the same time, tongue licking a stripe up your cleavage before leaving wet kisses along the swell of your breasts. He quickly pops a nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the puffy bud before repeating the motions with the other. 

“Shit.” You hiss. “Wooyoung, please.”

“Please, what?” He teases. He has that shit-eating smirk on his face as he sits back and watches you squirm, pumping himself slowly while he waits for you to respond. “Hm, sweet girl?”

“Need you.”

“Where? Care to tell me again?”

“I swear to God if you aren’t fucking me in the next 2 minutes—” He laughs as he lowers himself back down, just enough to hover over your body and plant a feathery kiss on your lips.

“Say please.” He smiles. “Besides, do you have a condom? I swear I haven’t been messy or anything, you know this. But I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m on the pill, so please.”

“You sure?” You nod, hands resting on his shoulders. He does a subtle nod before he lines himself up at your entrance and eases in— the both of you letting out gasps while adjusting to the feeling. It already feels too good with the way he fills you up and makes you feel full. For Wooyoung, it’s the way your walls wrap around him so nicely that makes him truly believe you were made just for him.

Only him.

Once he bottoms out, he sits in the position for a second before he slowly rocks against you. Wooyoung begins to pick up the pace when he feels a little more comfortable, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin that he possibly can while whispering sweet nothings against the surface. He praises you so, so well, it has you whimpering a mess underneath him— only wanting more of Wooyoung, only wanting to feel every bit of his soul intertwined with yours at this very moment.

Only him.

“God, you feel so good Y/N.” He lets out a breathy moan into your mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. Everything about you is so perfect.” He moans. “So pretty and so perfect.” He picks up his pace, hips working a little sloppier, a little harder. “Just for me.” He sits back and rests his hand on your hips, pounding into you in such a majestic way, it almost has you seeing stars right then and there. You continue to praise him, letting him know how good he’s making you feel, and how you need him just like this. 

Only him.

“Switch for me.” He removes himself quickly and directs you to your fours. He wastes no time slipping himself back into you, the new position and angle enough to make you two crave more and more of each other. Once he buries himself to the hilt, he keeps a steady pace as his hands explore every curve of your body, pressing kisses against the base of your neck;

Shoulders.

Back.

Tracing your spine.

“Feels too good.” You mewl, Wooyoung’s name slipping from your lips repeatedly like a song, a mantra. He continues to pound into your from behind— ass cheeks sore and red from the impact, from Wooyoung’s hands. 

“Wanna make you mine.” He moans in your ear as he thrusts a ‘lil harder, a ‘lil rougher than the last. “Can I, babygirl?”

“Y-Yes.” Your response is almost broken by a cry that’s released, an immediate reaction to how hard Wooyoung is fucking into you.

“Say it louder. Can’t hear you. Can I make you mine, baby?” He repeats, thrusting even harder than the last. His hand glides down your back as you fall onto your chest with your cheek deep into the pillow; ass up and pressed against him so beautifully every time he fucks into you. 

“Yes, fuck!” You let out, hand coming down to rub at your sensitive nub to push you over the edge one last time for tonight.

“Oh shit, gonna cum—” Woooyoung pants. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside.”

“So fucking hot—” He groans while sloppily working his hips until the very end. You feel him fill you up, coating your walls so deliciously it’s enough to push you to your own high. Wooyoung hisses and grunts a few times when he feels you squeeze him, feeling a bit sensitive from his own release. 

“God.” You try to regulate your breathing when you come back down from cloud nine, body falling limp against the mattress with Wooyoung plopping next to you.

“Come here, pretty.” He chuckles, swooping you onto his chest with his hand coming up to stroke your hair and massage your scalp. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

“Okay. But, first. Can you stay tonight?” You look up at him and he smiles brightly.

“Why would I leave my baby’s side?” He kisses your forehead. “Let’s go. If you’re good, I’ll let you take me in the shower.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“The real after hours after party.” Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows as he watches you climb over and start making your way to the bathroom.

“You’re so sick for that.” You laugh, squealing as he smacks your ass and follows you into the bathroom, getting his way with you once more under the steaming hot water.

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[mrdixon]

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pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 5.9k

summary: pretty much trying to make Daryl jealous GONE WRONG !!!!

warnings: 18+ content, swearing duh, hair pulling, fingering, rough sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex, squirting, little bit degrading, some spanking,,,,

A/N: GOD this took way longer than it shouldve but writers block makes me want to shove my fingers in my eyes. anyway i hope this was worth the wait because i do not enjoy this as much as i should. BEWARE not fully proofread so i may come back to edit things im just so fucking tired and wanna get this out asap. also i personally dont believe that daryl would be the type to be this rough during sex but a guy can dream…

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Daryl was never the jealous type, he trusted you and your decisions so there was no point in getting jealous. He had you, you both knew it. So when a certain man in Alexandria started pursuing you, he didn't pay much attention.

It sort of bothered you, feeling kind of guilty that you wanted your boyfriend to be jealous. You guessed it was just cause you wanted him to be possessive, but he wasn't like that. He cherished you, held you carefully. Sure he liked people knowing he was your boyfriend, but he wouldn't go as far as to mark you up or do something rash in public. That didn't mean he didn't care about you, hell he loved taking care of you and loving you. He just preferred to keep your intimate life private.

You were outside in the front yard tending to some flowers when the guy pursuing you, William, walked up.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He grinned down at you, making you have to look up at him. Squinting from the sun in your eyes, smiling.

“Oh hey, what brings you here?” You replying in a friendly tone, wiping the dirt off your knees before standing up and taking your gloves off. You could feel William’s eyes trail down your body and you mentally eye rolled.

“Just… y’know. Hanging around, taking a walk… Whatcha’ up to?” He murmured, clearly distracted.

You laughed sarcastically, “just fixin’ up these flowers. Couple of kids ran over them yesterday.” William nodded absentmindedly, staring at everything but your eyes.

“Uhuh… poor dog…” He mumbled, clearly not paying attention to anything you just said and it took everything in you to not just flip and slap him across his stupid face.

The front door opened, Daryl walking out with his crossbow on his back, covering those angel wings on the fabric of his vest. You looked up at the sky as if thanking some kind of god for sending Daryl to save you. Though to your misfortune, he wasn’t staying for long.

“Jus’ goin’ out huntin’,” he murmured gruffly and kissed your cheek briefly, nodding towards William before walking down the street towards the gates. Your eyes trailed after him sadly while your shoulders slumped, nibbling your lip to stop yourself from calling him back.

“Uh (Y/N)? I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to pick some berries later, I could even make you a pie with them if you’d like…” William broke through your thoughts and you thought for a bit. One half of you was telling you to say no, but the other half sort of wanted to make Daryl jealous. Or at least try. Ultimately you decided on the second option, this could be fun…. right?

“Sure, later then?” You smiled at William, watching as he looked down towards your chest again, a slight scowl appearing on your face.

“Mhm… I’ll pick you up later then,” he mumbled. You immediately broke out into a smile once he looked up at you again, you just nodded before turning towards your home. Your smile dropping once you entered the house.

The hard part was getting through the afternoon with William, the aftermath with Daryl would surely be the best part.

You sat in the kitchen, doodling in your notebook as you waited for William to come pick you up. Around this time Daryl came home, removing his muddy boots knowing how much you hated when he made a mess in the house before walking into the kitchen to find you with your back to him. You could feel his gaze trail down your body, keeping still particularly around your legs, which were shown off by the shorts you were wearing. Unlike William, you quite liked when Daryl stared at you like this.

You giggled once he came up behind you and wrapped you up in his big, strong arms. Planting soft kisses along your neck and exposed shoulders. “Mmmh… ma girl dress up fer me?” He grumbled, turning your chair around to get a closer look at you. You felt a sense of pride as he bit his lip, admiring your legs, more specifically your thighs which he squeezed affectionately. You weren’t wearing anything extremely extraordinary per se, but it was new to him. You usually covered yourself up for no particular reason, maybe it was your subconscious teasing Daryl since you knew how much he loved seeing you, every part of you. You were just simply wearing a lower cut tank top along with some jean shorts you pulled up in the back of the closet.

He grunted, moving his lips underneath your jaw and planting teasing kisses there, causing you to giggle, “I didn’t dress up for you… I’m going out.” You smiled, rubbing the stubble at his jaw with your thumb.

He jerked his head back slightly, furrowing his brows. “Goin’ out without me?” He snorted jokingly, running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp which elicited a soft moan from you. “Sounds like you wanna stay home wit’ me…” He huffed, kissing your neck again more forcefully. His hands squeezing at your sides as if trying to convince you to stay home.

You groaned, pushing him back, his hands sliding down to your hips. As much as you’d like to stay home and continue this with him… You were on a mission. And it was to make this man in front of you get jealous. It was like your one fantasy about him, treating you like you were nothing but his. Using you to satisfy his needs, fucking you roughly…

“Sorry baby, I promised to help…” He narrowed his eyes at the nickname but shrugged it off, instead frowning. Rubbing circles into your hips.

“Who ya goin’ with?” He mumbled, burying his face into your neck. Gently pecking any skin he could get his lips on. Your shoulders shook softly as you chuckled, your fingers in his hair.

“William, he asked to help pick berries so he can bake us a pie.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about it.

“Err William, the guy you were talkin’ to earlier? The guy who has a painfully obvious crush on ya?” He furrowed his brows questioningly, was it finally working?

You rolled your eyes, “well yeah. That doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him though, right?” He narrowed his eyes, moving his hands down to your thighs and shrugging.

“Guess so, wha’s the harm in that?” He murmured, rubbing his thumb against the flesh of your thigh. A spark of warmth pooling into your stomach at the gesture, “jus’ be careful. I trust ya, I don’ trust him though. I see the way he looks at ya.”

You sighed, slightly disappointed you couldn’t wring out a bigger reaction from him. Nodding in understanding you responded, “yeah I know. But don’t worry he’s a good guy, I can see it.” You lied smiling, hoping he wouldn’t see through you. He squinted at your defending of William, but again he shrugged it off.

“Well alrigh’, have fun then.” He kissed your cheek, removing his hands from your thighs. The warm feeling leaving you with his hands. You stood up, closing your notebook and wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing him tenderly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back happily. His arms held you in place as his kisses moved down to your chin and onto your neck, softly suckling at the skin causing you to giggle and squeeze him back.

The knock at the door catches you both off guard, Daryl letting you go reluctantly after kissing your lips briefly. You sighed not wanting to leave him but you knew you had to if you wanted to see a jealous counterpart to your boyfriend. As you walked towards the door he gave you a small pat on your ass, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

You grinned at him before opening the door, William’s eyes immediately blazing down your figure. You could hear Daryl snort behind you causing a smirk tug at the corners of your lips. Deciding to tease Daryl a bit you chuckled at William, “like what you see?”

William was caught off guard by your comment, obviously never hearing you give in to his advances, “oh yeah very much…” You smirked, nudging William playfully.

Daryl stood still behind you, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah you bring ‘er back before 7 pm. An’ don’ try anything’,” he said jokingly, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

William straightened up, he was well aware of your relationship with Daryl but it never stopped him. “Of course… I’ll make sure she’s well… taken care off.” He hovered his hand onto the small of your back, you took the opportunity and placed his hand firmly on the area. Smirking at Daryl.

“I’ll see you later then…” You grinned, placing an arm around William’s shoulder. You cringed in your head, doing all this with William was probably fueling his desire for you. The thought sickening. But by the look on Daryl’s face, it was working. His eyes narrowed, nodding slowly while he nibbled the inside of his lip. He waved to you, keeping an eye on William’s hand on the small of your back while he shut the door to your house.

You sighed deeply now that you were alone with William, slowly moving out of his grasp discreetly. The man grinned at you which you returned with an awkward smile. Now for the hard part, actually hanging out with this guy.

After an agonizing 3 hours of picking berries while flirting with this guy he finally brought you home, after 7 pm, just so Daryl can get a bit more angry about that. You knocked on the door, hearing heavy footsteps come closer before Daryl opens the door.

“Hey… it’s like 8pm,” he murmured, kissing your cheek. You smiled, turning to William.

“Oh well I just had soooo much fun with William, he is such a great guy!” You exclaimed over enthusiastically which Daryl found odd but he shrugged it off, eyeing the man behind you. Who was licking his lips while looking down your back.

“Is that so…” Daryl mumbled skeptical of you two. The other day you were just complaining about how creepy this dude was, and now you’re talking him up like he’s the best person in this fucked up world?

Your eyes twinkled once you realized your teasing was getting to him, deciding to push it and hug William, reluctantly giving him a kiss on the cheek. He of course, hugged you back happily, his hand trailing lower down your back….

You gasped as Daryl grabbed you before William could touch you further. “Okay tha’s enough, goodbye William.” He grunted and slammed the door in his face.

You bit your lip in anticipation, looking up at Daryl who was fuming. “Hun…?”

“What the hell was that about?” He grumbled, pulling away from you. You tilted your head innocently, walking up to him.

“What do you mean?” You asked gently, running a hand down his chest. Which he grabbed forcefully, throwing it back.

“You think tha’s funny?” He growled lowly, his eyes glaring at you enraged. You chuckled, not taking this seriously because it was what you wanted. Stepping towards him with a seductive look on your face.

“Aww is my Daryl jealous?” You hummed playfully. He stared at you in disbelief, running his hand through his hair, a loud grunt escaping him as he paced the room. Your face dropped immediately, definitely not the reaction you expected.

“Tha’s what that was about? You tryna get me jealous? Yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me girl,” he spat agitated. You just stood there looking down at your fingers, not expecting this to backfire so badly. “Shoulda jus’ fucked him at that point. The asshole was practically fucking ya with his eyes.” He growled lowly, pacing around you.

“I didn’t mean to—” You started softly.

“Didn’t what?!” He yelled causing you to flinch, he rarely raised his voice at you. Just by this action alone you knew he really was angry, not just frustrated, pissed. Off.

“I just wanted to… get you angry,” you mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Well ya did, happy?” He grunted, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. A stern look on his face, “I didn’ even care if ya wanted to hang out with the guy. But goin’ as far as to kiss and touch up on ‘im. Not fuckin’ funny. Especially when ya’ve been complainin’ about him all week, wha’s wrong with you?”

“I didn’t… actually kiss him y’know…” you argued softly, looking down ashamed of yourself.

“Not the point. It’s the fact that you, flirted, acted invitingly, and even kissed a guy on the cheek who’s been tryna get wit’ ya, invitin’ him fer more. Hence the way he almost grabbed your ass. You led him on, purposefully to get a rise outta me.” He said through gritted teeth, his gaze piercing.

You sighed, realizing how out of line you’ve been acting. Your own lustful desires leading you to act out stupidly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this to go this far.” You whispered, looking down embarrassed.

He took your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Fury flashing through his blue eyes, his breathing heavy. “I bet,” he grumbled, harshly letting you go before walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. You stood downstairs, beating yourself up mentally for acting like an idiot. The door to your bedroom slamming shut as Daryl locked himself up upstairs.

You groaned, digging your palms into your eyes frustratingly. Not liking the outcome of this at all, instead you were left needy, ashamed, and with your boyfriend angry at you.

A few days passed and Daryl was still rightfully so angry at you, ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder. Still, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Was he really that angry?

You found your boyfriend outside on the front porch sharpening his knife, his muscles flexing slightly by the force he used. The longer he stayed angry at you the more desperate you got. You were practically aching for his touch, to feel him against you.

“Dar?” You said quietly, stepping out onto the porch. He didn’t turn his head but you could see his eyes shift up towards you, grumbling something you couldn’t quite make out before returning his gaze on his knife. You frowned once you realized he was ignoring you again, moving to sit down next to him, to which he immediately stood up and holstered his knife. “Can you just talk to me?” You sighed exasperated.

“Dun’ wan’ ‘ta talk.” He mumbled, stepping into the house. You followed him in, slamming the door behind you. Daryl spun around, glaring at you. “The fuck do you wan’?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Can we just talk and be fucking mature about this?”

“Yer one ‘ta talk,” he grumbled under his breath to which you rolled your eyes at.

“I said I was sorry, I really am Daryl! But you’re being so unfair, you won’t even kiss me.” You threw your arms up before running your hands through your hair, all he did was roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Whatever, you pull tha’ shit on me then you get what you get,” he grunted before turning to head into the living room. You watched your boyfriend’s back angrily as he exited from the conversation.

“Fine,” you grumbled to yourself, stomping upstairs. If he wanted to play this game then you were too, wanting to see how long it’d take for him to snap. Rummaging through your closet you decided to put on a very, very short skirt. Wondering to yourself as to why you even have this in the first place, well first time for everything. You made sure to put on a pair of panties that you knew for sure would drive Daryl crazy, finally finishing the outfit with a tight fitting tanktop. After looking at yourself in the mirror you snorted, you looked ridiculous for sure but maybe it’d work.

You made your way down the stairs quietly, walking with a little sway in your step. Daryl wasn’t shy about his attraction to your body, he loved having his hands on you so you were curious to see what he would do seeing you like this. Especially having not touched you for days now. You moved swiftly into the living room where he was sitting on the couch smoking, you felt his eyes immediately shift over to your body, a shift from where he was sitting.

“Wha’ are ya wearin’?” He grunted, his voice a slight rasp while he looked you up and down. You turned to him, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

“It’s a little hot today… s’all.” You chuckled, moving towards the disc rack. It held a lot of cds for music, the two of you never played anything because of how outdated it was but you went over to look at it anyway. Hearing the way he choked once you bent over to check out the bottom of the rack. You moved onto your knees, reaching under the rack to grab, nothing. There was nothing under the rack, but his breathing was getting heavier and you knew he would give in soon.

You sat on your knees, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. Smiling once you met his eyes, he was already looking at you with parted lips. His cigarette sat between his index and middle finger, nothing but a mere object as he already forgotten about it. His leg crossed over the other while his eyes started at your own, slowly moving down to your lips. Then the swell of your neck, down your back, and of course over to your ass which was peaking out from under your skirt. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the lace fabric of your panties, contrasting beautifully with the colour of your skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, from the look in his eyes you knew he was aroused. You just had to push him further to get him to actually act on it…

You stood up slowly, making sure to flash him a little of your panties. He coughed, putting out the cigarette as you walked up to him. Slow and seductive. However he kept his eyes ahead, you would’ve scoffed if you were still in a mood but you were far too aroused to do all that. He was stubborn and you praised him for it, after all you were both the same. You lightly traced your fingers up his forearm, towards his bicep, and then over his shoulder. Standing behind him as you leaned down next to his ear, “what’s that look for?” You whispered low and sultry.

“Wha’ do you think yer doin’?” He murmured quietly, his breathing shortening. You smirked, placing a soft kiss under his ear, his breath hitching as you do that. “(Y/N).” He said lowly, your hands moving from his shoulders and down the front of his chest, slowly making your way down to his belt. Looking over his shoulder and noticing the huge bulge in his pants, a sense of pride flowing through your body at the effect you had on him. He uncrossed his legs due to the tightness in his pants, groaning softly as your hands moved down towards his thighs, teasingly avoiding his erection.

“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder back onto the couch. His breathing shallow and hot while one of your hands moved towards the erection.

“Don’t.” He muttered, grabbing your wrist. He flicked your hand back away from his crotch, suddenly getting up and turning to face you. His eyes were narrowed and full of fury, but most importantly. Lust.

His piercing blue eyes looked at you with a hungry gaze, stepping around the couch to stand closer to you. Nibbling the inside of his lip as he stared at you, especially your exposed thighs. He abruptly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder carelessly, causing you to shout out in protest. “Daryl! Put me down!”

”Shut it.” He growled lowly which for sure shut you up quickly. He moved through the house with ease, walking up the stairs and making his way towards your shared bedroom. His fingers dug into your thighs possessively which drew out your excitement even more, wondering what he would do to you. He walked into the bedroom with you over his shoulders, shutting the door with his foot and throwing you onto the bed, eliciting a small yelp from you. Your eyes were wide when you met his own, his jaw clenched at the sight of you laying on the bed in the provocative outfit. He grunted, crawling onto the bed and up to you. Rough and calloused hands gripping onto your thighs as he pushed them apart, a raspy groan leaving his mouth as he saw your soaked panties. “This whatcha’ want?” He murmured with a hint of amusement, running a finger over your slick covered panties.

“Daryl,” you gasped, closing your eyes. His free hand shot up to grab your face harshly, your eyes opening in shock.

“You look at me, ya ain’t gettin’ outta this one easily girl.” He drawled, letting go of your face as he removed his finger from your panties, “and I don’ wanna hear a word from tha’ pretty little mouth of yours unless I say so, ya hear me?” You nodded slowly as you met his intense gaze.

“Good girl,” he murmured which had you throbbing around nothing. His hands grabbed at the collar of your tanktop, ripping it off your body easily. You gasped, wanting to scold him for ripping it but you kept quiet as to not anger him even more. His eyes rolled back in arousal when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath the top, “such a fuckin’ tease.” His hands groped at your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch as you let out a quiet moan. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on one of them, licking around the bud before biting down harshly. A loud groan left your lips, causing him to growl and pull away.

Your eyes searched for his while you panted softly from the loss, his hands gripping your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips and lifting them up so your ass hung up in the air. “Hold yerself up baby,” he grunted. You did as you were told, placing your hands underneath you and onto the bed while pushing yourself up so you were on your hands and knees. Blushing profusely from the position you were in, trying to turn your head to look back at him. He slapped your ass once, a groan escaping you at the contact before his hands started pulling off your skirt, tossing it onto the floor haphazardly leaving you in your lace panties.

He sat up on his knees, teasingly running two fingers over the waistband, lifting it off your skin only to let it go and have it snap against your hips. You jolted slightly, one of his hands rubbing your ass softly before slapping it again. He leaned closer towards your ear, biting your earlobe before whispering gruffly, “don’ think ‘m gonna be gentle tonight. No, you got yerself into this.”

You whimpered as he pulled away, a big hand grabbing at the crotch of your panties and ripping them apart. The same hand running its fingers through your slick causing you to moan, your arms shaking momentarily. It didn’t take long before two thick fingers plunged themselves into your tight entrance, the sudden intrusion causing you to cry out, “Daryl! Wait!”

“Shut up,” he grunted. Forcing his fingers in and out of you roughly, the pain mixed with pleasure only made you wetter, groaning softly. The obscene noises of his fingers thrusting into you at that speed echoed through the small space of your bedroom, your moans getting louder as you got closer to your orgasm.

But just as you were about to reach that sweet release he yanked his fingers out of you, bringing them up to you and shoving them into your mouth. Immediately your tastebuds were met with the taste of your own arousal, “suck.” He growled lowly to which you obliged, sucking on his fingers that were covered in your juices. He groaned as your tongue slithered between his two fingers in your mouth, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.

He removed his fingers, moving behind you once more and giving you a little tap on your bum. While you kept your head straight forward, looking at the wooden headboard. You heard the clink of his belt being undone, soon pulled out of his belt loops. You breathed heavily out of your nose once you heard the sound of the belt being tossed aside, hitting the floor with a slight thud. The heat pooling between your legs was getting hotter, throbbing with need as you waited patiently. Your arms were burning from holding yourself up while your stomach swirled with anxiety and excitement.

You heard him shuffle behind you, his pants soon joining the rest of the garments on the floor. His eyes were on you the entire time, though you couldn't see it, you could feel it. By the way his breathing deepened seeing your pussy clench at nothing, the way a low purr sounded from the back of his throat, and the way your skin burned from his lustful gaze. When it got a little too silent you turned your head back, you eyes immediately meeting his. He peered at you through his eyebrows, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up over his elbows. Biting your lip when you saw his forearms, sprinkled with random tattoos here and there. Ones you’d kiss over when he'd make gentle love to you, but it would be different this time.

You couldn't look any lower from the position you were in, settling to look back at the headboard. Which had definitely seen better days. A small gasp left your lips when his large hands suddenly grabbed at your hips, engulfing them completely. His touch wasn't gentle. His calloused hands rubbed at your hips harshly, squeezing and pinching your sides resulting in you mewling softly from the tinge of pain. Suddenly, a slap sounded through the room as his thick cock landed on your ass. A low groan escaping him as he slowly rocked himself against you, rubbing his length between your asscheeks.

“Daryl….” You whined, moving your hips back against his cock. His hand made contact with your ass again, the slap echoing through the room as he pulled his cock away from your ass.

“Wha’ did I say?” He drawled lowly, rubbing the area he just smacked, spanking you once more causing you to jolt. “Answer me.”

You whimpered at the sting, your skin turning a bright red. “No speaking unless asked…”

He spanked you again on the same buttock, eliciting a moan from you this time. “See? Ya know the rules so why do ya not listen?” He tutted you, hitting your other buttock. He sighed, placing his thumbs on the folds of your pussy, spreading them and teasing a finger at your entrance. Just circling it around, not entering you. “Yer such a bad girl.”

You whined, trying to push back on his fingers, desperate for something to ease the ache in your core. He pulled back once again, slapping your pussy. The action sending a wave of pleasure through your body though it was harsh, a quiet mewl slipping out your mouth. Your arms were slowly getting tired of holding yourself up, moving down to your elbows which made your back arch. He grunted, running a hand down your back and into your hair before suddenly gripping it, pulling you up harshly against his chest. You cried out in pain, his lips against your ear while his fingers remained gripped in your hair. “Yer not listening again. I told ya to hold yerself up, so do it.”

He threw you back down, your eyes teary as you placed your hands down again to hold yourself up. His hands found place on your hips again, the rough feel of his palm against your skin made you shiver. One hand left you to grab his cock, teasing it around your clit. “Ya wan’ me to fuck ya, don’cha?” He murmured teasingly after hearing your impatient whines. He chuckled, finding your desperation amusing. “This is wha’ ya wanted, isn’ it?” He slapped the tip of his cock upwards against your clit, your wetness only fueling the sensation further.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he murmured, circling his tip around your entrance. The longer he teased you, the more you were willing to speak up. You moved back on him, his cock slipping into you slightly before he hissed and pulled out.

“Jesus fucking christ can you just fuck me already?” You snapped, earning a spank from him once again. You groaned, already sick of his teasing. “Daryl if you don’t—”

He suddenly shoved his whole length into you, the stretch painful as he started thrusting in and out of you hard. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, crying out. “If I don’? Yer just gonna find someone else to fuck ya?” He growled gruffly, his hips snapping against yours.

Pleasure soon overpowered the pain, a loud moan ripping itself out of you. He groaned in response, squeezing your hips as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, making an erotic symphony that heightened the both of your arousals. “Not gonna answer me? You’d jus’ let anyone fuck ya huh?” He grunted, the tip of his dick hitting closer towards your sweet spot.

You cried out once again, tears of pleasure brimming at your waterline, shaking your head at his question. Your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets below you, your biceps burning which made you just want to drop down onto the bed while he fucked you senseless. His fingers found themselves in your hair again, tugging you upwards so your back was against his chest, growling into your ear.

“Wha’ was tha’? You’d let anyone fuck ya, righ’?” He grunted, thrusting up into your sweet spot, eliciting a loud whine out of you. “Yer such a filthy slut, ya know tha’?” He bit at your neck, leaving a mark that was going to be hard to cover.

You clenched around his cock at his words, shaking your head slightly while he tugged your head back further against his shoulder. “No…” You moaned weakly, the pain from him pulling your hair was even more arousing than you thought. The tears in your eyes spilling over and down your cheeks.

“Yeah yer mine… This pussy?” He mumbled, reaching down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arching as you cried out in ecstasy. “This pussy is mine, only mine ya hear me?” He let out a primal growl, tugging your hair once more.

“Yes! Yes Daryl only yours!” You cried out pathetically, your walls clamping down on his cock as it moved in and out of you at a punishing speed. He grunted approvingly, releasing his grip on your hair which caused you to fall over, landing straight onto your face into the pillows. His hands then gripping at your ribcage, just under your breasts as he pounded deep into you, hitting that same spot over and over again. “Fuck… Oh shit, Daryl..” You whined into the pillows, the bed creaking under the movements.

He pulled you up again, his hands still under your breasts while he whispered in your ear. “Ya gonna be a good slut for me now?” He grunted lowly, you nodded vigorously as moans continued to escape your mouth. “No one can fuck you like I can.” And with that he held you just enough to push himself deeper into you, making sure you feel every inch of his cock invading your tight heat.

The small space of your bedroom soon shifted into a safe, intimate haven in which you two created. Full of your moans and his grunts, skin slapping against skin, while the bed rocked under your movements. You felt a familiar feeling building up and you knew you were close, clenching around him as your moans got whinier and breathy.

He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him, thrusting deeper into you. You whined at the feeling, anticipating the soreness you’d feel in the morning. “Daryl…” You whined, “I’m gonna cum.”

He growled, pulling you up against his chest again, a hand near your throat while the other moved between your thighs. “Ya really think ya deserve to cum?” He groaned, his breathing a little ragged from his own orgasm building up. His fingers moved to play at your clit again, tugging it as he thrusted sloppily into you. “Go on.”

You mewled softly, turning your head to his. He grunted, his lips meeting yours messily. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring the depths of it while bringing you both closer to the edge. You bit his lip, earning a whimper from him as your walls clenched around his cock, reaching your climax. His hands jumped up to your breasts while you screamed in ecstasy, pulling your nipples while speeding up his pace.

Your back arched, the pleasure getting overwhelming as he continued to delve deeper, abusing that sweet spot inside of you. “Fuck! Daryl too much!” You cried, reaching back and grabbing his hips. But it didn’t stop him.

“I told ya, ya aren’ gettin’ out of this easily,” he grunted, his hips maintaining his pace while you felt something else squirt out of you. The slippery liquid slipped out of your pussy, slithering down the base of his cock and onto the bedsheets. A rough moan tearing through your throat before collapsing down onto the bed, feeling him pump his cum into you.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, stilling inside of you as he emptied out inside your cunt. He chuckled, pulling out of you and letting the rest of your body fall onto the now wet sheets. “Haven’t seen ya do that before,” he sighed, patting your ass before falling down next to you. “Ya got wha’cha wanted?”

You looked at him tiredly, the tears on your face dried, your voice too hoarse to even respond. Settling for a gentle nod and a small, “I win.” He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning back and closing his eyes. He was also extremely exhausted.

You lay there, unable to move and felt his cum slowly drip out of you. It almost felt uncomfortable but you couldn’t be bothered to get up and clean yourself, wanting to lay there and sink into the sheets. You sighed contently, scooting closer to him and burying your face into his chest. He grumbled, his arm wrapping itself lazily over your waist. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you felt the rush of satisfaction. Sure you were going to feel absolute pain once you woke up, and maybe you wouldn’t be able to walk or speak for a while. Nevertheless you had finally got yourself fucked rough by a jealous Daryl, who was no longer mad and pushing you away. The issues led up to something amazing for the both of you. Maybe you should get him angry more often.

[3-2-whump]

Sequel is here

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Hi everyone,

Thank you thank you thank you for sticking around for the follow-up story to Eternal. I want to acknowledge my beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz , who have probably read like five versions of this same damn chapter. Thank you for sticking it out with me you two, I couldn’t have done it without you ❤️

Some quick asides, I don’t know/can’t guarantee this is gonna have the same consistent updating schedule as the previous story. Irl nonsense like job woes and trying to apply to grad school have been demanding more of my energy than I’d like to give, but I will try to update regularly. Thanks for the understanding in advance 🙏🏽

Well, without further ado…

Mountain Bike

TW/CW: allusions to past whump. You could probably start the sequel without reading the first story, though, but if you want to know exactly what our main character is running from, I highly recommend The Morgue

Dr. Vikash Gill was having a great day today. He’d gotten up early, went to the gym a few blocks away from his house, and came back home to make a quick toast and coffee. He went well into his first few hours as a resident doctor in the emergency department without any serious injuries to treat. In the background, on every television and phone screen, news about the murder of a well-known mob boss spread like wildfire, with suspicious undertones of gang activity throughout the tight-lipped reporting from the news outlets. Now, he was on the way back to the hospital from his quick lunch break at the café around the corner, ready for another five or six hours of work.

Like most people in the medical profession, he loved and hated his job, and like most people in the medical profession, he had plenty of stories to tell. From bullet wounds to stabbings and a whole host of suspicious injuries in between, Vik had treated it all at this point, and he had received every fantastical story and explanation with an apathetic indifference.

Like his mentor Dr. Kimura had said, “We’re doctors, not detectives, the best thing we can do is to shut up, treat their wounds, and get them out the door ASAP,” or something like that. Whatever she told him almost a year ago seemed to stick though, as he stitched up every gang member and staunched the blood flow of every mafia soldier without so much as a blink of an eye.

There were more than a few times where Vik wished he had studied medicine in a small-town rural community instead, somewhere where the biggest injury was something normal like a tractor accident. During those times, he’d make himself remember the ‘mountain bike accident’ that he treated just over a year ago.

The man was a few years younger than him, according to his charts, but his small, skinny frame and big, sad eyes made him look even younger. He had a unique set of tattoos, singular black bands on his neck, wrists, and ankles. He came in completely naked with a broken nose, hand-shaped bruising all over his body, a torn rectum, and a back carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey. The older man who came in with him –Thomas J. Costa, the dead boss who most probably fucked with the wrong gang and found out– claimed all those wounds were merely a ‘mountain bike accident.’ Vik knew that was bullshit, yet there was nothing he could do at the time, being only a med student. Now, with a little more freedom and experience with being a licensed doctor, he hoped that he would be able to help that poor guy, and other people like him, should the opportunity ever come up again.

A chime went off on his phone just as he rounded the corner on his way back to work. Vik fished around his pockets for his phone, not looking where he was going until an unexpected force collided into him at speed. It knocked him back on his feet a little and pushed his glasses askew up his face. Vik completely forget about his phone for a second as he began to curse out the stranger who’d just run into him. “Hey! Watch it you-…wait…” Vik adjusted his glasses. The curses died on his tongue as he came face to face with a familiar young man with a dark floof of hair, the saddest dark brown eyes, and a visibly distinct tattooed band on his neck. He may have been fully clothed now, in a thick black hoodie and skinny jeans with a suspiciously growing red stain on the right thigh, but Vikash Gill would recognize that tattoo and those sad brown eyes anywhere. He remembered the ‘mountain bike accident’ that forced them to cross paths; he may never forget that night as long as he lived. “Mountain Bike?!” he asked incredulously.

“A doctor, oh thank god!” the stranger exclaimed. Whether it was Vik’s scrub pants, sweater emblazoned with the hospital logo, or his ID tag that tipped him off, the stranger visibly melted with relief before surging toward him with desperation. “Help me!” The young man’s chest was heaving as he panted around every word. His face shone with sweat and exertion.

Vikash took a step back. “With what?” he asked.

“I need to hide!”

He glanced around the corner where Mountain Bike had come from, but nobody was coming. “From whom? Why?” The stranger wobbled on his injured leg, and Vik instinctively reached out to catch him. “Did you do something? What did you do? What happened to your leg?” he demanded. It was clear that he had been running from something–or someone–and the desperation in the stranger’s eyes as he looked up at him put pressure on Vik.

“I didn’t do anything–well, okay, I might’ve headbutted my new owner and ran away–”

“Whoa, whoa, back up–what do you mean?”

Mountain Bike gripped onto the front of Vik’s jacket, locking eyes with him. “I know this sounds crazy, but I’m telling the truth!” he insisted. He stepped back to give the doctor more space. “Look, you remember me, right?” His eyes searched his hopefully as he put on a strained smile of friendliness. “You sewed up my back last year, do you remember?”

“Sure I do,” he answered, “but I don’t see how–”

“I’ve been held against my will the last several years and I finally have a chance to escape. I’m not making this up, I promise! Please, take out my tracker and I’ll be able to prove everything, just help me!” Mountain Bike begged.

“But, what about your leg?” Vik asked, watching the stranger wobble when he tried to put weight on it.

“Screw the leg! I’ll be fine, I need the thing that tells them where I am out of my body now!”

 “Still though,” Vik rationalized, shaking his head, “how can I trust you?” The guy seemed pathetic enough, but Vik didn’t know him, and wasn’t about to allow himself to be robbed blind or stabbed to death just because he felt sorry for someone.

Mountain Bike quickly detached from Vikash’s side, extending his arms outwards as he stood in a T-pose. “Search me. I’ve got no weapons, and I’m too weak to hurt you in any way that counts,” he said. He flapped his arms a little. “Well, go on, search me!” he urged.

What the fuck did I get myself into? Vik sighed, wondering how he was going to explain to work how late he was from lunch break. Still, the stranger’s jumpy movements and quiet desperation seemed like they were coming from a real place of fear. Vik reluctantly gave the stranger a rudimentary pat-down, like the ones he’d get at the airport. He didn’t miss the way Mountain Bike flinched under his touches, even though searching him was his idea. He stood at least a head taller than the man, so he was able to catch a glimpse of black ink behind his ears. A barcode, and ‘TJC’? He frowned, thinking there might be some credibility to Mountain Bike’s story after all. The enigmatic little puzzle pieces that surrounded Mountain Bike for a year had finally started to assemble into a picture of what had really occurred that night in the emergency department. Once he confirmed that Mountain Bike was unarmed, he stepped back, and the stranger dropped his arms from the T-position. “Okay, you’re unarmed,” he confirmed. “But, how do I know you’re telling the truth? No offense, but I hear a lot of tall tales in my line of work. How do I know you’re in danger and this isn’t some kind of mental breakdown?”

Mountain Bike let out a pained sound somewhere between a groan and a whine. “Come on, man! Do I gotta show you everything?”

Vik fell back on concussion check protocol. “What’s your name and date of birth? What date is it today?” he asked

Mountain Bike sighed. “Khaled Bakhsk, November 22, 1999. Today’s February 22, 2022,” he recited with a roll of his eyes. “I can’t give you the exact time it is, but it’s after noon. Now come on, take me to the hospital and take out my tracker?” Mountain Bike begged.

“Why do you even have a tracker?” Vik asked.

“Because. I’m. A. Slave,” Mountain Bike spelled out. He huffed a frustrated sigh. “You know what, I don’t know what it’ll take for you to believe me, but if you at least find it and take it out, I swear I will never bother you again!” His voice was edged with desperation as he cast Vik the saddest, darkest puppy-dog eyes underneath his long lashes. “Please?”

And honestly, if this stranger was telling him the truth, would Vikash Gill be able to live with himself if he knew he just let this guy be enslaved again? “Fine,” Vik relented, “but I’ll need to find the tracker first, and even when I find it, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to extract it immediately. Besides–” he cast a furtive glance down at Mountain Bike’s bloody thigh, “–you should at least let me treat your leg first.” He followed the seeping blood trail with his eyes, brows furrowed in concern.

Mountain Bike–er, Khaled’s face lit into a grin as he dropped to his knees and hugged Vikash’s legs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank–”

“Okay, stop that. Get up,” Vik replied, uncomfortable with both the sudden infringement on his personal space and the over exaggerated gratitude Mountain Bike displayed. “Let’s patch up that leg!” He directed the stranger to follow him to the hospital, where he could be evaluated and get whatever kind of help he needed.

“Remember these words: pencil, dragon, phone, spoon,” he told him. Vik still couldn’t rule out the possibility of a head injury, and one of the tests for a potential concussion involved memorizing a string of words and repeating them back. Mountain–Khaled didn’t respond.Well, it was a great day for Dr. Vikash Gill, but now it was just kind of a weird one.

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[yourimagines]

Hi!

Can you perhaps write a twenty one pilots one shot. Maybe about their newest song that came out.

I love your work, take care!

I really love their new song, overcompensate.

It’s a short one but I hope this is a good one!

Pressure

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Dark, Angsty, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

Tyler was hyped about their newest album coming out soon but he’s also nervous. He’s a perfectionist, he’s never 100% satisfied with his work. Always overthinking, always asking the what if questions. So he was downstairs in his home studio, listening to the album as I was making dinner for us. “Ty? You want some dinner?” I asked him as I stood at the top of the stairs. “Sure.” He answered quietly back. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

I made him a plate and brought it downstairs to him. He was sitting behind his desk, his headphone covered his left ear. “Here you go handsome.” I placed his plate down on his desk. He turned his head to look up at me and smiles. “Thanks beautiful.” His hand slightly touched my leg. “Are you okay down here?” He nods and turns his head back to the screen. “I’m fine, just making sure the album is finished before we release it.” I gave him a gentle squeeze in his shoulder. “Okay, don’t overthink too much about it.” “I won’t.”

I was tossing around in bed, it was midnight and Tyler was still downstairs. ‘This is not healthy for him.’ I throw my blanket to the side and got out of the bed, I stepped into my slippers and walked downstairs. The house was quiet and dark, the only lights that were on came from his home studio downstairs. “Ty?” I tiredly asked and looked downstairs to look at him. His eyes were glued to his monitor. “Yeah?” He didn’t moved a muscle, like he was possessed by something else. “Are you coming to bed, it’s already past midnight.” He waved his hand and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming in a minute.” I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Okay, see you in a minute.” I left him alone again, knowing he isn’t coming to bed anytime soon.

Tyler POV

My mind was running around as my eyes stared at the computer screen. “Still not good enough.” I changed it again and again. As I grew tired, tired from staying awake for so long. My eyes started to burn from all the lights and no sleep, my migraine was back and was hurting my brain as I’m still not satisfied with the results. “It’s always the same fucking shit.” I groaned and took a sip from my water, looking at the files as the words started to change, changing in those dark thoughts I rather not have lingering around in the back of my mind. “I need Josh’s opinion on this.” I tried to shake off those chilling thoughts and tried to block out those voices that were now screaming in my head. I shared the files with him and looked at the clock, 3am. I rubbed my face and leaned back in my chair, still looking at the monitor as the words on the screen started to fade away, feeling all dizzy and a lot of pressure forming in my chest. My phone buzzed, it was Josh sending me a quick message.

Joshua🥁: I will listen to this asap in the morning 😴

Me: need really your opinion on this one 👌🏻

Joshua🥁: Don’t worry, just get some sleep 💤

I sighed and saved my work and turned everything off. I walked back upstairs and checked if everything was closed off and slumped upstairs to our bedroom. Y/n was already sleeping, as she lay on my side of the bed. ‘I’m so blessed to have her in my life.’ I stripped my clothes off and joined her. As soon I lay next to her she moved closer and lay her head against my chest. “Ty?” She tiredly says as I caressed her back. “Yeah it’s me, just go back to sleep.” I kissed her head and she immediately felt asleep again. I stayed awake for a while, looking at the ceiling, as my migraine started to fill my brain with these dark thoughts about life….

I woke up from the morning sun that shines through our window. She was lying against my chest, all wrapped up around me. My hand went carefully towards her face and gently wiped her hair away. ‘Beautiful.’ Her eyelids slightly moved, a small low hum came from her and with that she opened her eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” I said in my morning voice with a small smile on my face. I caressed her cheek and she smiles tiredly at me and nuzzles her head back into my chest. “Good morning handsome.” She mumbled softly against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and started to rub her back as she started to trace my chest in the morning sunlight shining down on us.

I was downstairs, video calling with Josh. “No, I think it’s good enough, they will love it.” He says as he was eating some breakfast. “I know but I think there is more.” He chuckles and shook his head. “You always say that, believe me it’s good.” I nodded and looked down at my notepad. “You really think so?” I asked him as I was playing with the pen that was laying on my desk, not really feeling sure about it. “Yes I really think so.” I hummed and looked up again. “Okay, then let’s release it.” He nods and gave me a thumbs up. “Let’s do this.” I nodded and saved up our files. “Yeah, let’s do this.” Feeling a bit unsure about this….

——— Release Day Overcompensate ———

Y/N POV

Tyler was nervous again, as their newest song was about to release. “They are so hyped up for this.” Josh said as everyone was hanging around our house. “Are they?” Tyler asked as he looked over at Josh’s phone. “Yes, they can’t wait.” He showed them some comments. Debbie smiled at me as the guys were reading the comments. “They are so cute when they do this.” She says to me. I laughed and nodded. “Yes they are.” Josh was scrolling through the social media apps as Tyler was looking at the reactions. “Can’t wait for them to hear the rest.” He says to Josh. “Me neither.”

The song was released and they were watching the fans react to it. Josh was streaming his phone to the tv, sharing his feed. “They love it.” He says with a smile on his face. Tyler nodded, secretly feeling proud of what they created. “Look at that honey.” Debbie says and wraps her arms around him. “Cool isn’t it.” They were both smiling and pointing some comments out. I lay my head on Tyler’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” I said to him as we both were looking at Josh and Debbie who were standing in front of the tv, reading some of the comments out loud. “I know.” He says and grabbed my hand. “This is the last one….” I looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “You deserve this my love.” He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. “For us.” I smiled and nodded. “For us.”

[snow-lavender]

now that we're a week out from the finale, i'm feeling settled enough to make my sappy post. TL;DR is: fable has been incredibly important to me, and i think it's a story that's important to have out there. to the community and cast, you've made something beautiful and helped me more than you could know.

so here we go-

i started watching fable in the summer of 2022, to kill time in between summer courses (and thank fuck for that, cause my brain desperately needed to have some fun after 5 hours a day of doing psych stats by hand.) i was originally pulled in by vo'lete, as dissecting a conlang is really fun to me. it became basically the only media i consumed, as 2022/2023 was the fourth year of my BA and i was crazy busy. and then the characters pulled me in further with their earnestness and their devotion to redemption and compassion.

i think one of the theses of fable is "people always deserve happiness. doing awful things doesn't erase your ability to change." and i think the simplicity and love of that take hit really close to home. in the era of modern fandom where bad actors try to make everything black and white, it's an important point to make.

i started making shitposts on tumblr, started enaging with stories from an analysis standpoint again, and found a lot of joy in the community here. i don't have the words for what that means to me, so i'll just default to you guys are great <3

then mid-august happened

those of you who frequent rin's streams might have caught bits and pieces of this, but basically, i had a fall and my knee became royally fucked beyond belief. it can only be fixed with a surgery that's not very common. the pain was (and still is) debilitating to the point that i had to drop out of my second degree, and couldn't walk more than like, a block every few days. my life, my dreams, my future all got put on hold. i was in a new city with no supports, no friends, and no way to leave my apartment. fable went from the only media i consumed to the only thing i did, period.

the fandom became the only people i talked to regularly, other than my family, as online relationships were the only ones possible to maintain. in fableblr and in rin's chat i've found people who i really click with, people whose company i enjoy and who enjoy mine. when i was lying in bed, feeling so alone and less than human, having people on the internet go "i know who you are and you are making an impact," quite frankly, kept me sane. i know i don't talk to people super often, but know that seeing you in my notifs brings me so much joy, and i'd love to talk to you more.

to assuage any worries- i'm doing a bit better now. i've moved back in with my parents so i have human contact and people who can make up for the things i can't do. i have a new doctor who is taking the severity of my condition very seriously and is fighting to get me treated asap. i'll be okay.

so yeah. fable has been super important to me, and will remain so! for me it's a story with so much joy and deep feelings and rediscovery of passions and just. fun. it's been so much fun. and i'm not letting go of that fun any time soon. i'm gonna keep making and watching and enjoying.

to sage, corn, and cob- you guys are great, i cherish every time we get to talk. i hope that it's okay that i count you among my friends

to my other mutuals and people who are here frequently- recognizing you in my notes is such a joy and i hope to get to know you better. y'all are cool and i'm glad you think i'm funny

to rin- thank you for nurturing your little community and creating a space where i have so much fun. also thank you for putting up with my constant setting off of automod

to beck- thank you for making a story that explores sisterhood in all its ugliness and beauty, that shows how even families full of love can fuck up, that holds space for loneliness and loss and joy and fear and new beginnings

to the rest of the cast- thank you for making a story with so many varied and yet connected points, characters and world. with so much love in it. you've truly done something special here and its impact will not be forgotten

to all of you- thank you for knowing my name. thank you for breathing life and joy into these stories. i can't wait to see what else we make. <3

[harry-styles-obsessed]

One night stand… gone wrong.

Synopsis: it was only meant to be a one time thing, sex. Nothing more nothing less. A fuck for the fun of it… to relieve stress… have fun. Meet as strangers leave as strangers… But y/n soon learns the fact that this one time thing most definitely isn’t a one time… as she’s pregnant with his child.

I hope this is okay! I’d happily make a part two if anyone would like a part two!(:

TW’s: mention of pregnancy, panic attack, strangers to lovers, talking the pregnancy out- abortions ect ect. If any of these make you uncomfortable please don’t read!

It was meant to be a one time thing… just for the fun of it. For the thrill of it. He was handsome you couldn’t deny that and you also couldn’t deny the fact that you both instantly had chemistry. His wandering hands were enough to drive you insane so how could you say no when he welcomed you back to his place? You enjoyed it thoroughly. He was boyfriend material to say the least, you didn’t want to take things further as he made it clear that it was only a one time thing but the way his eyes looked at you on that very night was enough to make you blush, to render you speechless to make you fall straight to your knees… he was eye Candy. Literally. His voice- everything about him was simply perfection and you never wanted that night to end but of course all good things have to come to an end don’t they? And so after that you moved on with your life and so did he, you lived your life and rarely thought of him…

You rarely thought of him. Now you thought of him constantly. Your eyes were glazed over with fear. Fear you couldn’t explain as you stared down at the five positive pregnancy tests, your jaw was on the floor breathing heavy as you quite literally panicked yourself to oblivion. Your hands shakily ran through your hair “fuck! I- fuck!” You stood up off of the toilet as you shook your head, how could this of happened? You were careful! Or well… clearly not careful enough. You bit down onto your bottom lip as you shook your head. You didn’t know what to do. Should you call Harry? You had exchanged numbers with him for the fun of it but maybe there was a reason… a reason you weren’t ready to confront yet. You quickly grabbed your phone typing in Harry’s contact as you immediately pressed call tears slowly trailing down your cheeks. Maybe it was pathetic to cry over but how the hell would this work out? How?! Especially since he clearly isn’t ready to be a father and he barely knows you and you most definitely aren’t ready to be a mother either. “Hello” his voice was chirpy slight conversation in the background as your breath shook, you couldn’t get a word out… “y/n? Hello?” He questioned after a few moments of silence “I-I… Harry… can… I… you…” you couldn’t string a sentence together “are you okay? What happened? Are you drunk?” He questions only blocked your thinking process more “are you alone Harry? Please go somewhere alone or come here… please.” You practically begged “yes I am alone…. I uh… I don’t have your address.” He murmured with a nervous chuckle and your heart dropped in embarrassment “I… I’ll send you my address just come over here asap. Please.”

After sending him the address you were quick to rush into your bedroom getting changed into something comfy, trying to bring comfort to yourself trying to clean things up trying to simply make yourself less stressed and after a while you simply chose to pace back and forth, the sudden sound of knocking at the door grabbing your attention as you rushed to the front door yanking it open, Harry standing there looking good as ever “come in come in.” You said worriedly and he did just that his eyes full of worry as he looked at you “are you okay?” You stared at him wanting to say something sarcastic but you chose not to “I don’t know Harry… I…” you walked into the front room as he followed, you sat down pulling your knees to your chest as you stared down anxiously “I know we don’t know each other well… but you can tell me anything.” He reminded you calmly he didn’t even know what you were going to say nor did he have an idea. You knew it was better to rip the bandaid off right away instead of delaying an inevitable conversation “I’m pregnant” you rushed out eyes full of fear… silence gods you hated this. You stared down at your hands as you breathed heavily. Harry stared at you no emotion on his face as if he was trying to figure you out trying to figure out whether this was some sort of joke… he had of course had pregnancy scares in the past with exes and such but never with a one night stand… not that he wanted to label you as such…

“I-… what?”

You looked at him again watching his face for any sign of hatred but instead he just looked… calm. Slightly freaked out but mainly calm. “I’m pregnant.” You repeated and he blinked his eyes “shit” he rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed shaking his head “are you angry at me?” You asked anxiously and he looked to you brows slightly furrowed “no of course not. I’m just trying to understand…” he murmured calmly. You let out a little sigh “so you haven’t had sex with anyone else?” He asked and you shook your head “no… you were the last guy I’ve had intercourse with.” You said and he remained silent before he nodded “right” he rubbed his palms together anxiously. “You going to keep it or?” He questioned unsure on how to truly word it but it was a difficult topic to discuss “before you even say anything just know um… it’s your body- your choice, of course and… either way I’m going to be here to support you.” He said softly but sincerely. He knew how many asshole men who get women pregnant would just leave them to be single mothers but he wouldn’t do that not to you. Not to anyone. Knowing he wouldn’t leave you was a relief to you much of a relief. “I… I’m not quite sure.” You soon said and he looked at you before nodding his head “that’s understandable.” He spoke calmly but he slowly moved to where you sat sitting down just beside you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close and you leaned into him needing comfort anyways as you closed your eyes resting your head on his shoulder a shaky breath leaving your lips “either way I’m gonna be here.” He murmured his hand gently rubbing against your shoulder in a comforting manner and you sniffled closing your eyes as he simply kept an arm around you holding you and you happily obliged to the comfort taking it all in as you needed it desperately.

“I’m scared.” Your voice was meek and tired and he nodded, listening to you as he held you “I don’t want to bring this label as a father onto you and force it onto you so suddenly.” You said and he looked into your eyes “worry about yourself y/n, you don’t have to worry about me.” He assured calmly and you nodded as you looked down letting out a soft shaky breath “if you want to abort it I’ll support you, if you want to think on it and decide later I’m gonna support you and if you want to keep it I’m going to support you.” He said slowly but calmly his voice soothing you and you smiled weakly as you nodded your head “okay… thank you.” You murmured softly. You weren’t quite sure what the hell you were gonna do. Your parents would be disgusted wouldn’t they? You exhaled as he held onto your hands rubbing his thumbs against your knuckles gently “I think I want to keep it.” You said softly and he looked at you nodding his head slowly “okay… if you want to… just sleep on it yeah? It’s pretty late.” He said softly not wanting you to choose straight away simply because of how you felt “so you’d rather me get rid of it?” You asked anxiously and he brows furrowed “woah. No no of course not. As I said I’m gonna support you either outcome.” He said but you frowned worried he was thinking otherwise “but what do you want?” You asked and a soft chuckle left his lips his palm gently holding onto your hand “that doesn’t matter does it…” he spoke softly “of course it does.” You said and he smiled “it really doesn’t y/n, I’m not the one who’s gonna be carrying another human being inside of me. So realistically, no, it doesn’t matter and my choice doesn’t matter because it’s your body.”

He was supportive which you were grateful for but you were still terrified. “I suppose you’re right.” You said softly “whatever you choose will be the right option… there’s no wrong option y/n, your choice okay? Not my choice, not any other persons choice… your choice. And I might sound like a broken record player but your body your choice. Understood?” He spoke and you nodded your head slightly a small smile on your lips, you knew it would be better to sleep on it and decide later. “Will you stay around?” You asked and he paused for a moment before nodding his head “sure”

-

You spent the rest of the day talking to him, coming up with plans- ideas, simply trying to figure it out with him and now you were laying in bed his arms wrapped around you, you didn’t think it was romantic… simply in a comforting way. But either way you didn’t mind. He was bringing comfort to you either way. The tv played quietly in the background your eyes fluttering shut tiredly his breathing soft and quiet in your ears almost acting as a lullaby to send you into a peaceful sleep after all the panic and stress you had felt. “You can go to sleep” he comforted gently “I’m not going anywhere… ‘m here to stay.” He murmured softly his own voice laced with tiredness and slight sleepiness his head lightly resting on your shoulder his eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into him “mm…” you hummed out happily just glad he was there to stay. As the more you relaxed the more you started thinking “think I wanna keep it” you murmured and he let out a tired hum “alright… keep on thinking until you know what you want to do okay” he murmured quietly and you nodded your head relaxing back into him as you closed your eyes sleepily “if you do choose to keep it… just know you’re gonna be a great mum.” He whispered into your ear and just like the first time you had met him butterflies gently cascaded around your stomach a little smile remaining on your lips as you slowly dozed off to sleep… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

[comfort-person]

One night stand… gone wrong| pt 1

Synopsis: it was only meant to be a one time thing, sex. Nothing more nothing less. A fuck for the fun of it… to relieve stress… have fun. Meet as strangers leave as strangers… But y/n soon learns the fact that this one time thing most definitely isn’t a one time… as she’s pregnant with his child.

I hope this is okay! I’d happily make a part two if anyone would like a part two!(:

TW’s: mention of pregnancy, panic attack, strangers to lovers, talking the pregnancy out- abortions ect ect. If any of these make you uncomfortable please read read at your own discretion!

It was meant to be a one time thing… just for the fun of it. For the thrill of it. He was handsome you couldn’t deny that and you also couldn’t deny the fact that you both instantly had chemistry. His wandering hands were enough to drive you insane so how could you say no when he welcomed you back to his place? You enjoyed it thoroughly. He was boyfriend material to say the least, you didn’t want to take things further as he made it clear that it was only a one time thing but the way his eyes looked at you on that very night was enough to make you blush, to render you speechless to make you fall straight to your knees… he was eye Candy. Literally. His voice- everything about him was simply perfection and you never wanted that night to end but of course all good things have to come to an end don’t they? And so after that you moved on with your life and so did he, you lived your life and rarely thought of him…

You rarely thought of him. Now you thought of him constantly. Your eyes were glazed over with fear. Fear you couldn’t explain as you stared down at the five positive pregnancy tests, your jaw was on the floor breathing heavy as you quite literally panicked yourself to oblivion. Your hands shakily ran through your hair “fuck! I- fuck!” You stood up off of the toilet as you shook your head, how could this of happened? You were careful! Or well… clearly not careful enough. You bit down onto your bottom lip as you shook your head. You didn’t know what to do. Should you call Harry? You had exchanged numbers with him for the fun of it but maybe there was a reason… a reason you weren’t ready to confront yet. You quickly grabbed your phone typing in Harry’s contact as you immediately pressed call tears slowly trailing down your cheeks. Maybe it was pathetic to cry over but how the hell would this work out? How?! Especially since he clearly isn’t ready to be a father and he barely knows you and you most definitely aren’t ready to be a mother either. “Hello” his voice was chirpy slight conversation in the background as your breath shook, you couldn’t get a word out… “y/n? Hello?” He questioned after a few moments of silence “I-I… Harry… can… I… you…” you couldn’t string a sentence together “are you okay? What happened? Are you drunk?” He questions only blocked your thinking process more “are you alone Harry? Please go somewhere alone or come here… please.” You practically begged “yes I am alone…. I uh… I don’t have your address.” He murmured with a nervous chuckle and your heart dropped in embarrassment “I… I’ll send you my address just come over here asap. Please.”

After sending him the address you were quick to rush into your bedroom getting changed into something comfy, trying to bring comfort to yourself trying to clean things up trying to simply make yourself less stressed and after a while you simply chose to pace back and forth, the sudden sound of knocking at the door grabbing your attention as you rushed to the front door yanking it open, Harry standing there looking good as ever “come in come in.” You said worriedly and he did just that his eyes full of worry as he looked at you “are you okay?” You stared at him wanting to say something sarcastic but you chose not to “I don’t know Harry… I…” you walked into the front room as he followed, you sat down pulling your knees to your chest as you stared down anxiously “I know we don’t know each other well… but you can tell me anything.” He reminded you calmly he didn’t even know what you were going to say nor did he have an idea. You knew it was better to rip the bandaid off right away instead of delaying an inevitable conversation “I’m pregnant” you rushed out eyes full of fear… silence gods you hated this. You stared down at your hands as you breathed heavily. Harry stared at you no emotion on his face as if he was trying to figure you out trying to figure out whether this was some sort of joke… he had of course had pregnancy scares in the past with exes and such but never with a one night stand… not that he wanted to label you as such…

“I…-what?”

You looked at him again watching his face for any sign of hatred but instead he just looked… calm. Slightly freaked out but mainly calm. “I’m pregnant.” You repeated and he blinked his eyes “shit” he rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed shaking his head “are you angry at me?” You asked anxiously and he looked to you brows slightly furrowed “no of course not. I’m just trying to understand…” he murmured calmly. You let out a little sigh “so you haven’t had sex with anyone else?” He asked and you shook your head “no… you were the last guy I’ve had intercourse with.” You said and he remained silent before he nodded “right” he rubbed his palms together anxiously. “You going to keep it or?” He questioned unsure on how to truly word it but it was a difficult topic to discuss “before you even say anything just know um… it’s your body- your choice, of course and… either way I’m going to be here to support you.” He said softly but sincerely. He knew how many asshole men who get women pregnant would just leave them to be single mothers but he wouldn’t do that not to you. Not to anyone. Knowing he wouldn’t leave you was a relief to you much of a relief. “I… I’m not quite sure.” You soon said and he looked at you before nodding his head “that’s understandable.” He spoke calmly but he slowly moved to where you sat sitting down just beside you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close and you leaned into him needing comfort anyways as you closed your eyes resting your head on his shoulder a shaky breath leaving your lips “either way I’m gonna be here.” He murmured his hand gently rubbing against your shoulder in a comforting manner and you sniffled closing your eyes as he simply kept an arm around you holding you and you happily obliged to the comfort taking it all in as you needed it desperately.

I’m scared.” Your voice was meek and tired and he nodded, listening to you as he held you “I don’t want to bring this label as a father onto you and force it onto you so suddenly.” You said and he looked into your eyes “worry about yourself y/n, you don’t have to worry about me.” He assured calmly and you nodded as you looked down letting out a soft shaky breath “if you want to abort it I’ll support you, if you want to think on it and decide later I’m gonna support you and if you want to keep it I’m going to support you.” He said slowly but calmly his voice soothing you and you smiled weakly as you nodded your head “okay… thank you.” You murmured softly. You weren’t quite sure what the hell you were gonna do. Your parents would be disgusted wouldn’t they? You exhaled as he held onto your hands rubbing his thumbs against your knuckles gently “I think I want to keep it.” You said softly and he looked at you nodding his head slowly “okay… if you want to… just sleep on it yeah? It’s pretty late.” He said softly not wanting you to choose straight away simply because of how you felt “so you’d rather me get rid of it?” You asked anxiously and he brows furrowed “woah. No no of course not. As I said I’m gonna support you either outcome.” He said but you frowned worried he was thinking otherwise “but what do you want?” You asked and a soft chuckle left his lips his palm gently holding onto your hand “that doesn’t matter does it…” he spoke softly “of course it does.” You said and he smiled “it really doesn’t y/n, I’m not the one who’s gonna be carrying another human being inside of me. So realistically, no, it doesn’t matter and my choice doesn’t matter because it’s your body.”

He was supportive which you were grateful for but you were still terrified. “I suppose you’re right.” You said softly “whatever you choose will be the right option… there’s no wrong option y/n, your choice okay? Not my choice, not any other persons choice… your choice. And I might sound like a broken record player but your body your choice. Understood?” He spoke and you nodded your head slightly a small smile on your lips, you knew it would be better to sleep on it and decide later. “Will you stay around?” You asked and he paused for a moment before nodding his head “sure”

-

You spent the rest of the day talking to him, coming up with plans- ideas, simply trying to figure it out with him and now you were laying in bed his arms wrapped around you, you didn’t think it was romantic… simply in a comforting way. But either way you didn’t mind. He was bringing comfort to you either way. The tv played quietly in the background your eyes fluttering shut tiredly his breathing soft and quiet in your ears almost acting as a lullaby to send you into a peaceful sleep after all the panic and stress you had felt. “You can go to sleep” he comforted gently “I’m not going anywhere… ‘m here to stay.” He murmured softly his own voice laced with tiredness and slight sleepiness his head lightly resting on your shoulder his eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into him “mm…” you hummed out happily just glad he was there to stay. As the more you relaxed the more you started thinking “think I wanna keep it” you murmured and he let out a tired hum “alright… keep on thinking until you know what you want to do okay” he murmured quietly and you nodded your head relaxing back into him as you closed your eyes sleepily “if you do choose to keep it… just know you’re gonna be a great mum.” He whispered into your ear and just like the first time you had met him butterflies gently cascaded around your stomach a little smile remaining on your lips as you slowly dozed off to sleep… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

[iluvmegantheestallion]

My unpopular opinions and rants

● public interviews on YouTube are lame as fuck, they go around asking dumb ass questions that will trigger people and they'll go around adding those stupid edits that make no sense and then people will always answer the dumb questions with a stupid answer. It got repetitive, old and corny real fast.

● ASAP rocky is only relevant because he's with rihanna. She's keeping his name alive. He's only relevant because he benefits from pretty privilege, and rihanna still with him, and they have kids.

● Hannah baker from 13 reasons why is a trash character, and I never liked her. She's a liar, a fraud. She was a bully in her old school, she was out here thotting and bopping fucking with 5 or 6 dudes the whole love triangle playing victim. Hannah Baker was just merely a narcissist who didn't want to take any conuntability for her own actions.

● the reason why your kids don't know their purpose. or what they want to be, or don't wanna talk to you because you treat them like an investment. I don't have kids and don't plan to, but some parents out there need to stop treating their kids like an investment. Please stop hoping your kids go to college so you can brag about them, Please stop hoping your kids get an amazing job that you wanted them to get so you can brag about them because if you treat them like an investment, they're going to grow up in the real world not knowing who they are or what they want to with their lives and end up being depressed because they spent their whole entire life trying to please you.

● Being a perfectionist is not a good thing. Stop saying like it is a good thing. It's merely just self sabotage disguise as a perfectionist. You believe in yourself because you're scared that you put your work out there. A lot of people are going to trash it, dismiss it, and you don't want people to have an opportunity to give you a negative opinion.

● Kim Kardashian did more for black people than Obama ever did. Obama just did nothing but be black and did a whole bunch of shit for all the communities, but he didn't do shit for black folks.

● Normani is missing something. The only reason why normani isn't really blowing up is because she took too long to introduce herself. We still know her as the pretty black girl who can dance and sing. There's really not a lot to her I think she's pretty boring.

● don't hang around with bums that complain all the time about how their life ain't shit and how they are annoyed and depressed how they can't stand this. Don't hang around with those types of people. Because those be the same people that be jealous of you and will grow to resent you if you keep hanging around them.

● On my block, season 4 was the worst season. It was a waste of time, it was complete garbage, and I was so annoyed how they rushed through it and everybody was dating each other, fucking each other, everyone was going there separate ways, it made no sense and they killed off so many characters.

● most people have kids for selfish kids but won't admit it. Let's be honest Many people will sit up here and say,'I want kid till I'm 25 or 30' because a lot of y'all just want people to take care of you, so you don't end up being alone. Many people plan to have children by 30, 31, or 35 because they want someone to be there, they want an aesthetic of having a child, and they don't want to feel left out because all there friends of people there close to have children.

● The early 2000s Era had better music than the 90s Era. We had Ashanti, Aalyiah, Jennifer lopez, gwen Stefani, Eve, Destiny's child, Timbaland.

● J Cole is overhyped he's an amazing rapper and singer, but I just see him as a regular rapper.

● jhene aiko doesn't get enough credit for her work. Yes, she's praised for her voice and talent, but let's be honest, she isn't praised and rewarded like she really should be that she built and created for herself her songs are unique and she's very creative, she's really slept on and very underrated.

● There's a difference between being a good person and being nice. At the end of the day, just because you're nice doesn't mean you're a good person. Don't sit up here and say,' I'm a good person. At the end of the day, people never reciprocate." it like bitch stfu. Maybe you're just a people pleaser. Being a nice person is very different from being a good person because a good person is kind knows how to treat everyone with respect and a nice person will tell everyone what they want to hear to keep the peace and put on their best face to make sure everyone likes them solely because everyone likes a nice person, but not everyone respects a nice everyone.

● never ever trust somebody who counts favors. If somebody trying to bring all the nice they did for you, never trust those people. People who count favors are not good people there willing to hit you up one day to remind you of those favors to get what they want from you.

● before you go out of your way to listen to your parents about what you should do with your career, please give yourself a second look at your parents and see if there happy of there own career you don't want to take advice from a miserable bitch. If your parents aren't happy with there careers why the fuck would you lisen to them on what you should do with you life and how you can make money.

● Coi leray benefits from pretty privilege if she was ugly she wouldn't be where she is today.

[a-b-overwatch]

I'm not sure if your requests are open, but do you think you can do the same pre-heat scent request but with genji?

(It's been 3000 years...)

The post in question (this one's been Six years; hope i got it right because this request has been sitting in here forever)

As always, under a cut for length!

Edit: future mod coming to say i think i've written out of point. i. um. im sowwy ;A; i'll do better on another post lol

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The taste of iron fills your mouth.

Thick, cloying, unpleasant.

Vaguely, you feel your face scrunch up before you spit. Red hits the asphalt in a sticky glob before spreading into a sloppy stain - though, it’s nothing amongst the bodies littering the road, bullet shells glinting around them like fools’ gold in the woozy wash of the streetlights.

Yeah, maybe you were all fools.

Hefting your weapon in your arms, your filthy fingers reload it with practiced ease. There was no time to dally, not after getting into a literal scrap with a soldier twice your size.

Fuck, your jaw still hurt something fierce.

Your comm crackles to life as you inspect your weapon, but before you can acknowledge your caller their voice comes through with a burst of ear-grating static.

“We need backup over here!”

You recognise the voice. Despite its urgency, there's no missing its distinct Southern drawl over the rattle of compressed, tinny gunfire.

"I read you, Agent Cassidy. Send your coordinates and I'll be there asap, over."

Another crackle chases the end of your message and you pause. If someone else in need was closer, it would make sense to help them out first.

“This is Agent Genji. I will be with you when I finish-” He cuts off, and the sound of metal on metal screeches down the comm lines. Silence follows after, and you feel your heart frost over. He couldn’t be...?

“...My assistance will be delayed. My apologies. Over.”

The sigh you release makes your shoulders sag. Genji sounds lightly irked, as if what had happened was nothing more than an inconvenience. He was okay.

“Agents, I have sent Cassidy’s location to your HUDs.” The smooth clarity of Athena’s voice startles you out of your thoughts. Right. You were on a mission, not on some kind of field trip.

“Thank you, Athena. I’ll head over as soon as I can. Agent out.”

You click your comm and find yourself back in the aftermath of before. Adjusting your gear, you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. Something sticky smears and lingers along the side of your cheek, but you don’t bother to check what it is. Things like that came with the job description, after all. What mattered now was helping your teammates out.

Your HUD blinks to life and washes your vision with electric orange, several blinking dots giving you the information you need to start moving.

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The sound of gunshots grows louder as you sprint up the hovertrack built into a steep hill. As your marker blips ever-closer to the highlighted signal, you figure that the conflict is taking place in the opulent-looking hotel up ahead.

You were so focused on your objective that you failed to notice the little red dot tracking your movement.

Pausing briefly by some sort of shattered partition, you ready your weapon and click your HUD. Alright, three of your people were in there, and there were... ten? Maybe twelve others? As you try to figure out the best way to enter, you suddenly feel the hair on the back of your neck rise.

You whip around, but it’s too late.

The flash of a muzzle.

A pop.

The droning zip of a bullet.

Nothing.

At least, that’s what should have happened. As you shakily open your eyes, you realise what’s left of the streetlight is no longer washing over your body. Instead, a shadow blocks out most of the light. The figure before you releases a soft hiss, and fluorescent green gently illuminates the small area around you.

Genji flicks his wrist, adjusting his grip on his blade. The edge is smoking, you note dumbly, and he finally turns to look at you.

“Caution is not your strong suit.”

His tone is scolding, as if this is a lecture he’s given many times over. Something in you finally snaps, and you sink to the ground with a stifled sob. Your grip stays on your weapon even as tears blur your vision, and you feel rather than see him crouch down next to you.

You vaguely hear his voice, smooth and a little robotic, speak words that don’t reach your ears. What does reach you though, is his scent. Underneath the metal, underneath the armour, it’s soft and grassy with a tinge of mint. It’s gentler than when you catch him normally, and you realise that he’s trying to comfort you.

To your horror, you feel heat begin to pool in the pit of your stomach. No. Not here, not now, not in the middle of a damn mission! Apparently common sense and dignity aren’t in your body’s skillset either.

You manage to hold back the keen on the tip of your tongue when Genji gets to his feet, tightening your hold on your weapon to stop yourself from reaching out to him. Thankfully, Genji doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe your scent isn’t that strong just yet.

“We should take the east entrance. The bulk of the conflict is happening on the ground floor. We can surprise them by dropping on them.” Genji, ever-focused, already has a plan of action laid out, and you can only nod along like an obedient puppy.

A soft hiss emanates from his body, your only warning before he takes off with hardly a backwards glance. You marvel at the way his footsteps are near-silent on the stained, cracked tile, and the way his lithe body springs forward like a cat, clearing obstacles with ease. Gods, what would he be like if-

Abruptly, he stops and turns to face you.

"Agent." His tone is chiding, and you find yourself scrambling to unsteady feet in a tangle of limbs. An apology tumbles from your lips as you catch up to him, which he regards with an incline of his head. Genji wastes no time in forging ahead once more, leaving you to awkwardly lumber after him.

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The two of you manage to reach your destination without being detected – no surprise, since everyone's attention is likely focused on what's going on inside. Peering over the catwalk, the two of you assess the situation from far above. Or rather, Genji does. You’re more focused on the gentle heat he emanates, the quiet hiss and slide of his armour as he moves, and the ever-present aroma of lush mint.

“Agent.”

Genji’s voice, low and smooth, manages to shake you out of your thoughts. Strange. He normally isn’t the type to address you directly - at least, not by such an impersonal title. Does he know that you’re…?

“I’m listening,” you manage to grit out, mindful to keep your advantageous position hidden even with the cacophony of battle ringing around you.

“Good.”

Your instincts almost make you preen under his praise (if it could even be called that), but you hold yourself together enough to catch his next instruction.

“Cover me. I’ll focus on the backline. We can free up some space for Cassidy and the rest to start fighting back.”

Genji gives you a moment to get into position before he dives off the edge, leaving a streak of green light in his wake. By the time his targets realise that they’re under fire, it’s already too late - Genji’s taken them out in a flurry of swordsmanship and shurikens.

Remembering that you have a job that doesn’t include ogling the almost feline display of grace happening in front of you, you roll into a crouch and ready your weapon. Squeezing the trigger, you grit your teeth when it kicks into your shoulder, the dull but familiar sensation sharpening your focus for the moment. There’s something underneath that’s fighting to take over, but you’re able to push it down…

For now.

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It takes almost no time for the two of you to subdue a few more Talon agents - a fact that you’re thankful for, because your vision is starting to cloud and your tactical gear is beginning to feel like a suffocating prison. Sweat drips down your nose and trickles down your neck in unpleasant rivulets. It soaks into your underclothes and makes them stick, bunching up in ways that makes your skin crawl. Vaguely, you hear someone panting - is that you? It takes everything in you to stay focused, hunched over into a tight little ball in the corner of the catwalk you were asked to stay at. Why were you staying there again? Something about support…?

At that moment, a familiar scent wafts past your nose.

Metal, grass, mint.

Somehow, Genji is by your side the next time you blink. His armour is stained with dirt and blood - an outcome of the work he just carried out. Despite this, his soft, lush scent persists, utterly enticing to the omega inside you that wants nothing but to rip off your gear, present yourself to him.

Saliva floods your mouth, threatening to spill down your chin.

By the grace of those above, you manage to keep your mouth shut, swallowing the evidence of your desire. It might be because of your heat-addled mind, but you swear that you see his visor flash, swear that his scent grows just a little bit stronger.

Suddenly, you make out a jumble of noises that sound like your name. Huh? Was someone calling you?

The sound repeats, and you realise that Genji is the one trying to get your attention. Heat rushes to your face, and your tongue feels thick and clumsy as you try to answer. You want to assure him that you're fine, that you'll continue to support him from above.

To your horror, the only sound you make is a whine - needy and undeniable.

No. No no no no! This isn't part of the plan! You're on a mission, for goodness sake. This is the last place you need your biology putting everyone at risk. Shame quickly makes your eyes grow hot, and you duck your head to stare stubbornly at the cracked tile beneath you. If Genji was going to regard you with any sort of disgust, you would rather have Talon execute you right where you were standing.

The sounds of the battlefield feel muffled through the cotton clouding your mind and the painfully awkward atmosphere does nothing to help that. You don't dare to lift your head, certain that you'll disintegrate the instant your eyes meet Genji's.

Suddenly, you feel something warm and soft wrap around you and almost instantly, you're enveloped by that awful, wonderful, distracting scent.

“Stay close to me. I will protect you.”

[teamarine777]

this is... a long one...

Heta: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong?

Kree: Yeah, I have. Heta: Have you heard of Cole’s law?

Kree: Is this a joke about coleslaw?

Heta: …maybe.

Kira: Vul, I don't like you.

Vul: What did you say?

Kira: You heard me!

Vul, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

Vul: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours!

Kira: Six? I only got three!

Rose: You guys got sleep?

Heta, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Rose, texting Heta: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater…

Heta′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later.

*Later*

Heta, texting back: Fuck you.

Heta: This is a bad idea.

Vul: Then why are you coming along?

Heta: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

Kira: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first.

Heta: Rock.

Kira: Paper.

Heta: Money... Is like president trading cards.

Kree: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Kree: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

Heta: NBA.

Kree: …?

Heta: Snuck into a Cliffords game.

Vul: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Rose: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

Heta: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up a room.

Kira: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.

Heta: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU!

Vul: Okay, can you do the dishes?

Heta: No!

Rose: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Heta, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Rose: *half asleep* Heta, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to themself* the Queen.

Vul: I hope no one lowkey hates me.

Vul: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Vul: Go big or go home.

Heta: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Kree: Several traffic violations.

Vul: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Rose: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Kira: Also, that’s not our car.

Vul: I know one person who finds me funny!

Kira: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself!

Vul: Okay then I'm out.

Kree: *sneaking in through their window*

Heta: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Kree: I was with Rose?

Rose: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

(This is only here because I have no clue why Kira would be trying to sneak out to talk to Rose????)

Heta, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Vul: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Rose: Screw lactose intolerance! I will consume as much dairy as I want!

Rose 2 hours later, crying on the floor: WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?!

Heta, gently nudging Vul aside with their foot: Vul, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you.

Vul, their eyes enormous: You kick Vul? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Heta! Jail for Heta for one thousand years!

Kira: Heta, I think we have a problem.

Heta: What, the fire?

Kira: No, the- wait, what fire?

Heta: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

Rose: Pardon the intrusion, but-

Heta: On this moment or just my life in general?

Vul: I'm not creepy.

Vul: I'm petty.

Vul: There's a difference, ya' know.

Heta: Unpopular opinion, not all dogs are good boys.

Rose: Blocked.

Heta: Sometimes, they’re good girls!

Rose: UNBLOCKED!

Kira: Rose, I want Heta gone ASAP!

Rose: If you say so… wait, shouldn’t we get someone to help us?

Kira: The only person that could help us is Kree and I don’t really trust them… *Looks over to Kree*

Kree: If you’re gonna hide a body, clap your hands! *clap clap* If you’re gonna hide a body, clap your hands! *clap clap*

(Once again, WHY AND HOW?! AND HETA'S JUST FUCKING DEAD?!)

I might do more later, but this is enough for now

@caffeinated-starsailor @theverumproject

⚜ INCORRECT QUOTES ⚜

Bringing back an old tag game!!!

Rule: use this generator to create “incorrect quotes” for your wip

(I feel legally obligated to post something actually about Faerie's Dawn today and I want to meme these idiots lmao)

Cloud: Tell me a little about yourself. Nova: I'd rather not, I really like this group.

Nova: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy, listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five pm, okay? I don't KNOW!

Nova: I will be using so much pink you’ll be seeing green by the end from sensory deprivation.

Sky: You're violent. Nova: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Nova: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat? Sky: I don’t usually eat with losers. Nova: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?

Nova: Branch, you’re in charge! Sky: Branch, can we start a fire?

[while waiting outside the principal’s office] Nova: What are you in for? Cloud: Oh, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What about you? Nova: I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver. Cloud: Cloud: Cloud: We live very different lives. Nova: Yes, we do.

Branch: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing. Nova: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

Nova: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times. Branch: I hope you understand how food poisoning works. Nova: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I've never met a burger I couldn’t eat.

Nova: Branch's amazing at concentrating. Once he starts reading, the only way he’ll notice you is if you take his book away. Not even if you hit him or shake him! Sky: That was him ignoring you.

Sky, at Nova's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. [leaves] Sky, leaning over Nova's coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Nova, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Sky: I hope you have an explanation for this. Cloud: We have three, actually! Nova: Pick your favorite.

Cloud: I bet you’re wondering why I gathered you here today. It’s because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this room aren’t getting along with other people in this room. Sky: Why did you say that so vaguely? Nova and I are literally the only people you called in here.

Sky: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

Sky: [trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark] Sky: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Sky: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No... Sky: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Sky: [writes] You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Cloud: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Sky: But did I make you cry? Cloud: [cries on the spot] Sky: ... shit.

Sky: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Nova. Sky: Sky: Don’t tell them I said that.

Cloud: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? Cloud: Core-ean! Sky: The center of the earth is around 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there, so they don’t need a language! Cloud: Core-ean.

Cloud: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong. Sky: [sipping his drink after accidentally adding salt] I just like the way it tastes.

Branch: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay, right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Sky: Sky: I like you.

Shade: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry? Sky: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

Shade: We have a problem. Branch: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Shade: What the fuck. Shade: ESPN is showing 2003 national jump rope championship. Shade: Who the hell watches jump rope competiti- ooh bouncy!

Shade: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Cloud: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel! Branch: A realist sees a freight train. Sky: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

Achilles: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers. Nova: That sounds like a challenge. Achilles: I have to stress, that is not a challenge. Nova: ... Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted! Achilles: There is no challenge!

Achilles: Okay, how do I look? Be honest. Cloud: There’s no critic more honest than Sky! Sky: Bad.

Achilles: We all have our demons. Achilles, grabbing Shade: This one’s mine.

Eve: Asa, don’t go picking a fight with Ailwyn. Don’t forget, they’re powerful, they could make life difficult for you. Asa: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

Asa: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier!

Asa: If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.

Asa: [walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone] Eve: Hey, Asa, how was your day? Asa: [picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Nova] Hell. Eve, watching this unfold: (whispers) Who hurt you?

Eve: What's worse than a heartbreak? Shade: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging. Branch: Waking up in the morning. Asa: Waking up.

Shade: Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water?? Cloud: Y-you were putting it in cold water?? Sky: Shade. Answer the question, Shade. Shade: Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason. Shade: Plus you think I have the patience to boil water? Cloud: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes?? Sky: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it? Cloud: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove? Sky: It takes less than a minute. Cloud: Is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun??? Sky: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove? Cloud: Like seven minutes?? Nova: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan! Sky: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? Nova? Your stove is enchanted! Shade: Every single person here is a fucking lunatic. Branch: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?!

[during a group project] Branch: [does 99% of the work] Cloud: [has no idea what’s going on] Nova: [says they’re gonna help but does not] Sky: [disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end]

Just a silly thing I felt like I had to make lol.

Ik you guys don't know half of these characters lol. But it's fun foreshadowing for later... and still funny 😉

(Idk should I @ the whole Faerie's Dawn list? I'mma just @ my "everything" taglist and anyone I know who's really into FD lol)

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[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (360): Sun 12th Mar 2023

Just after I started work today I got a message through on my screen telling me “Can you go down to floor 1? They need you on receive”. I had no idea what the fuck receive was but I was glad to get off stow so I went down asap. It turns out receive involves putting tubs on pallets and taking them across to the other side of building…and I was doing that…all day. Back and forth, up and down the entire warehouse in three hour blocks between breaks. This was evil but also boring as fuck. I don’t know how they expect workers to occupy their minds while they’re doing this shit. It reminded me of that episode of The Simpsons where some corrupt zoologist is forcing monkeys to go down into mines to retrieve diamonds. By the end of the day the amount of chafing on my arse from all the sweat and friction made it impossible to walk. If I had passed out and gotten taken to the hospital the doctors examining me would look at my arse and think that I’d spent a drunken evening with Bill Cosby (no, I dunno why a doctor would be examining my arse if I came in for exhaustion either).Luckily the good thing about this process is that you can go and sit in the toilet for a ten minute break every hour and no one will know because you don’t have to clock in so the managers aren’t keeping tabs on you. I wonder how long I could have held up in there without one of the managers wondering where the fuck I was. Next time I’ll go in here for a little nap and if that works I’ll have a full on sleep the next time. As I was finishing my shift (practically tiptoeing from the factory floor to the changing room, scared that the Fri room might set my arse on fire) a guy walked right past me who looked the spit of True Geordie except with longer hair. Part of me wonders if that comment he made about Muslims was more damaging to his career than I thought and he’s had to get a new job to supplement his income. I took a look at his YouTube channel afterwards and saw the in his most resent video posted two days ago he still has a shaved head so it looks like this was just some guy who looks a bit like him. It’s a shame because I was hoping to ask him why he was there and when he responded that his career had been ruined I was going to respond “you want to see ruined you should see my arse”.

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Porniplier x reader

Anons: LITTERALY ANYTHING WITH PORNIPLIER (pizza guy or plumber). Idk maybe like we are stuck under the sink and then he finds us and ya know he "checks our pipe" 👀 / ANYTHING FEATURING THE PORNO-IPLIERS IM BEGGING

MINORDS DNI!!!!!! Oh, I should have expected these ones ;P I’m just calling him P in this one. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.1k+

You have so many questions for whoever built your house.

Who in the fuck puts the sink in such a place the pipes to the sink is hidden in-between a lot of other pipes, and what looks to be a supporting part of the cabinet it is built into.

You were just supposed to do a quick fix and tighten some parts around the sink-pipe, but instead, with the weird angle you had to hold your hand to get to the pipe, you had gotten it wedged in-between two pipes that you don’t even know what they are for.

You can’t move your wrist, and your other hand can’t reach it either.

You’re stuck on your back with almost half of your body inside the cabinet.

Fuck.

You have no choice but to yell for help, hoping your boyfriend is still home.

“P!” A beat. “P, come help me please!” A few muffled words can be heard in response, and then you hear P’s footsteps getting closer.

“Oh, hello.”

“Come over here, I’m stuck.” You hear some shuffling.

“You’re stuck?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, so- Ah! What are you doing?” P straddles your thighs, startling you.

“It’s easiest for me to look at where you are stuck like this.” You snort, but don’t protest as he leans down so he can look inside the cabinet.

You make eye contact with him briefly, before his eyes flicker to where your wrist is stuck, and then he grins.

“You truly are stuck.”

“Well, yes, I can’t move from where I am, I do believe that is the definition of stuck. So get something to get my wrist unstuck, like some soap or something.”

“Oh, I got an even better idea.” He fishes out a plastic bottle from his utility belt, and as he pops the lid open, you manage to read the label.

“Lube? You have lube in your utility belt?” You’re a little flabbergasted, but P just grins at you.

“Well of course, it never hurts to be prepared. Whoops!” The lid on the bottle flips closed, and P is left with so much lube in his hand that you don’t doubt it will run down your arm if he were to apply it now.

You don’t look forward to that sensation.

“Would you look at that. I took out too much lube for just your wrist.” A beat, a pause. “Would be a shame to let it go to waste.” His now unoccupied hand dances along the waist of your pants, and you huff. The man is literally several porn cliches wrapped into one. “I could use it to.... inspect your pipes.” That last word pops.

“Oh could you?” You raise an unimpressed brow at the thinly veiled implication in his words.

“Yes, I could, and I think they need some very thorough inspection.” You hum, wiggling your hips up.

“Well, I trust your expertise.”

“Good, let's start with getting rid of these obstacles blocking your ‘pipes’.” Wasting no time and with a lot of earned skill, it only takes seconds for your pants to be off, followed shortly by your underwear. P settles in between your open thighs, grinning up at you.

Lube drips down on you, already warmed up by P’s hand. His fingers dance around your hole, gently prodding before pushing in two at once. It’s a little tight, making you let out a little breathless gasp.

“Oh no, it seems that these pipes aren’t wide enough, we should fix that asap.” With those words, he does just that, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you. You groan, the pace he sets is far from slow, and you feel yourself build towards an orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly.

Two fingers soon turn into three, still wet with lube, and some of your own arousal that P had scooped up with his unoccupied hand.

The scenario is straight out of a porno, and you’re loving it.

You move against his fingers, hoping he takes the hint to replace it with something more, something bigger.

P pulls his fingers out of you, the wet sound of it almost embarrassing hadn’t you been too turned on to care.

“Should be wide enough now, let's test if the pipes work by putting something in them.” He takes his cock in hand, you don’t even know when he got it out, and positions it at your entrance.

He pushes in slowly at first, hands on your thighs keeping you obscenely open.

You moan and he groans as he bottoms out in you, filling you up completely.

“Looks good so far, but I think some further testing is needed.” He pulls out some of his cock, then slams back into you. It makes all of you move, and you see stars as pleasure shoots up your spine.

P sets a fast pace, pumping himself in and out of you with speed, making your nerves sing in the best way possible.

You’re sweating in your shirt, one arm stuck above your head, the other gripping at the edge of the cabinet, holding on for dear life. P is still wearing his tank-top, jeans, and even his utility belt, and you can see the sweat starting to form

It really shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming.

And then, with all the jostling P is causing, your wrist slips free from the pipes.

You yelp, because now, you’re a lot less stuck, but that also means P is moving you a hell of a lot more.

Quickly, you grab onto one of the pipes above your head, and push down against P.

Seconds later you tumble over the edge, shaking around P as you come, making him come to, spilling inside of you.

Catching your breath for a few seconds, he pulls out of you and shuffles backwards on his knees. You push yourself out of the cabinet, back on the floor and happy to be unstuck.

“See, I told you lube was a good idea.” You snort as he grins, eyebrows and mustache wiggling with satisfaction as you get up on slightly wobbly feet and he stays kneeling, cock now tucked back into his jeans.

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave at him as you bend over to pick up your pants and underwear, feeling his eyes on your ass. “Now I suggest we take a shower, we’re both gross.”

“Together?” You look over you shoulder as you walk towards the doorway.

“What do you think, Mr. Porn?” P grins, and is quick to get up and follow you towards the bathroom.

[slutforapsycho]

Request for 103 with Rafe 💗💗

#103: “Come here and sit on my face. I’ll show you just how much I missed you.” (rafe x reader smut)

WARNINGS: oral + fingering (fem receiving), dirty talk, spanking, choking, mentions coke cause it’s Rafe, that’s it?

Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m sorry it took me so long to finish it :/ I got the worst case of writers block for the ending, but it’s finally done! Hope you like it! :)

“Top we gotta hang this up before Rafe gets back. What’s a fucking welcome home party without a damn banner?”, you said, getting frustrated with the lack of help you were receiving. What was supposed to be two or three days in Nassau turned into two weeks with his dad.

“Woah Y/N relax. Rafe isn’t due home for a few more hours. Let’s just wait till Kelce gets here and he can help me.”, he said, clearly not understanding why you were so stressed. “Besides, I don’t think anyone’s ever thrown him a “welcome home party” before, so I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You were right. Topper didn’t understand. That was exactly why you felt the need to throw him this party. No one has ever cared about Rafe enough to do this for him. No ones ever missed him enough to welcome him home with a little get together. So, that’s why it needed to be perfect. He deserved it.

“You don’t get it Topper. Just get Kelce here ASAP.”, you said, rolling your eyes and walking away to find Wheezie. She was supposed to be setting up some balloons on the back porch, but when you got back there all of the balloons were hung up and even a few streamers as well. As grateful as you were for her help, you needed to find her. You had left your phone with Wheezie so that you wouldn’t misplace it, but now you needed to call your boyfriend’s drug dealer.

Obviously you weren’t going to score Rafe some coke, but when you offered Barry gas money to pick you up some liquor for the party, he couldn’t pass that up. You even bought a little bit of weed off of him, which gave him some more incentive to help you out. Normally, you wouldn’t encourage his destructive behavior, but after two weeks stuck in Nassau with his dad, you knew Rafe was going to need to unwind. None of that was going to happen though, if you couldn’t find the youngest Cameron. You cursed them for having such a huge house because there wasn’t time for you to continue searching for her, so you quickly made your way to their parlor to see if the boys were able to hang your banner.

When you approached the front of the house, you heard loud talking and laughter. You were getting ready to scold everyone for messing around, but you turned the corner and immediately went speechless. They were all talking to Rafe. But…he’s not supposed to be home for a few more hours.

You immediately started tearing up. The party wasn’t perfect yet. You wanted it to be perfect, for him, so that he knew how much you cared about him, but nope, here he was, standing a few feet in front of you, home hours before he was supposed to be. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy to see him. You were beyond happy that he was home. The two of you had been attached at the hip since you started dating and had never spent more than two or three days away from each other, but nonetheless your feet stayed planted on the floor. It was like you were frozen. Part of you wanted to run over there, jump on his back, interrupt his conversation with Topper, and kiss him till your lips fell off. The other part of you wanted to run upstairs and cry in your wheaties, but before you had the chance to decide Topper decided for you.

“Hey, there she is! The girl who organized it all.”, he said, nodding in your direction. Rafe turned around and a smile immediately spread across his face. He made his way over to you and lightly picked you up by your waist, not noticing the look of defeat on your face.

“Missed you Angel.”, he whispered into your hair, giving you a kiss on the head. The way he held you, his kind words, and his intoxicating scent made you momentarily forget about your disappointment. You had missed him even more than you realized.

“Missed you more Rafey.”, you whispered back, giving him a small peck on the crook of his neck. “Sorry about all this.”, you said, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed by the fact that it wasn’t finished. His face contorted in confusion and he immediately set you down. He grabbed you by the shoulders and started reading your features, trying to understand why you were apologizing. This was so thoughtful of you and it made his heart flutter just knowing that you cared enough about him to do something so sweet. So, why were you sorry?

He figured it wasn’t something you wanted to talk about with all of your friends watching, so he ushered you upstairs after telling them to start the party without him for now. His hand sat on the small of your back as he guided you up the stairs. The sweet gesture momentarily made you forget about your disappointment. He leaned down to whisper in your ear again as he led you up the stairs.

“You look stunning Angel.”, he said, admiring the effort you put in to make every detail perfect. Including wearing Rafe’s favorite outfit on you. You blushed, suddenly becoming shy, even though you did wear the dress to get his attention.

“Thank you baby.”, you replied, equally as quiet as he led you down the hall and into his room. The way he was acting towards you was making you antsy. Even after almost three years of dating, he still could get you feeling some type of way so easily. He held the door open for you, momentarily removing his hand from you to shut the door. When he turned back around to look at you, you were still facing away from the door and he furrowed his brow.

“Is something wrong sweetheart?”, he asked, walking over to stroke your arm and slowly turn you around. You tilted your head down to try and keep Rafe from seeing the tears forming, but he was quick to put his finger under your chin to force you to look at him. When he seen your tear filled eyes, he took your arm in his hand and walked you towards the bed. He sat down first and quickly pulled you into his lap with your legs draped over the side of his. Even in your current state and even though you weren’t straddling him, you couldn’t help the heat that took over your body at the feeling of being so close to him.

“Come on baby girl. It’s just me. I got you. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”, he said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek. You sighed and looked down at your hands.

“I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. You always do so much for me and I don’t know, I guess I just wanted you to know how much I missed you, but it got screwed up. I’m sorry baby.”, you said, resting your head on his shoulder. His heart skipped a few beats at your words, but the perverted part of his brain started to take over. You had done all of this for him? Spread yourself so thin just so you could show him how much you missed him? A smirk appeared on his face as he thought of a way he could return the favor.

“My sweet, sweet girl, you didn’t have to put yourself through all of this just to show me that you missed me.”, Rafe said, giving you a kiss on the cheek and sliding you to sit on the bed. He lightly scooted back and was getting ready to voice his idea, but you spoke up first.

“But I wanted to. Sure, I could tell you that I miss you until pigs fly, but you deserve to be shown. Not just told. Words don’t mean a lot if there aren’t actions to back it up.”, you said, huffing in frustration. Before you could say anything else, Rafe grabbed your hand to get your attention. You turned your head around to look at him and realized he was laid back on the bed with a soft, yet mischievous smile on his face. Even in your current state, you mustered up a sad smile and looked down at your hand in his.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Princess. Everything is perfect. You’ve definitely out done yourself this time. I won’t ever forget how much you miss me when I’m gone. Now, why don’t you come over here and sit on my face and I’ll show you just how much I missed you.”, he said, tugging your hand a little bit in his direction. You immediately looked up at him, mouth slightly agape and heat rising to your cheeks. He noticed that you started getting nervous and quickly sat up to reassure you once more. “Don’t get shy on me now pretty girl. All I want is a taste. Is that too much to ask?”, he whispered into your ear, hand trailing from your own to the skin of your inner thigh. You sighed and leaned yourself into him, shaking your head “no” as he started kissing your neck. He lightly tugged your thigh towards himself, trying to urge you to straddle his waist. You quickly obliged, letting out a small mewl at the feeling of his hard on pressing into your panties.

“This dress looks so beautiful on you Angel, but I think I’m gonna need it to go on the floor. Wanna feel your skin.”, Rafe said, breath brushing your ear as he moved his hands up your body, taking the dress with it. You moaned at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on you. Your dress sat at your waist only for a second, before Rafe snaked his hand behind you to unzip it. He lifted it over your head and threw it on the floor, moving one of his hands back to your thigh and the other up to your throat. You tilted your head back and pushed your hips against his, letting out a louder moan when you felt how hard he was. He let out a husky laugh before speaking to you again, knowing how worked up you always got when he talked to you.

“As much as I love hearing the delicious sounds you make for me baby, there are still people here.”, Rafe said, as he planted a kiss on your neck and slowly laid back on the bed, taking his one hand off your throat to bring it down to your thigh. Him pulling away from you made you look down at him with a slight pout, which made him chuckle, but he stopped and swiftly connected his hand to your ass.

“You better stop pouting. Come up here and put your pussy on my tongue before I punish you for being a greedy, little brat.”, he said, pulling you down by your throat to kiss you harshly, as he tugged your thong down your legs. You easily maneuvered out of it and climbed up his body making him smirk in approval.

“Good girl.”, Rafe huffed out, once you were properly aligned with his face. His breathe hitting your cunt made you bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan and push yourself down onto his mouth. He was quick to hold your waist up so you couldn’t control your hips.

“I said sit on my face, not ride it. Wanna enjoy you Princess. No need to go so fast.”, he whispered out, before kissing your pussy. You let out another loud sigh and Rafe lightly slapped your thigh, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he licked a stripe between your folds, circling your clit for a second and then doing it again. He continued like that for a minute or so, impressed with how wet you already were for him, when he quickly got an idea.

You felt one hand leave your thigh, but couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to see where it went. Meanwhile, Rafe shuffled behind himself trying to find a pillow to put under his head. Once he did, he was able to prop you up a bit higher so he could finger you while sucking on your clit. He chuckled when you lurched forward and steadied yourself against the wall. The vibration made you gasp rather loudly, which landed you a few light slaps on your leg. You bit your lip in a pitiful attempt to quiet yourself down, but Rafe could still hear your little whimpers and moans.

It only took a few minutes of him working his mouth and fingers on you for you to start clenching around them. He relished in the sounds you made, not caring at this point who was in the house. He just loved to hear how good he was making you feel.

Rafe didn’t stop his movements until he felt you completely stop pulsating around him and even then he took the time to lick you completely clean. He got lost in what he was doing until you slowly squirmed away from him, huffing out something about being too sensitive, but he wasn’t paying attention. When you laid your back against the bed, Rafe flipped himself around to face you with a suggestive yet cheesy smirk, before speaking to you.

“You know baby, you didn’t have to throw me a party to show me how much you missed me. I could tell just by how quickly you came for me. Such a good girl.”, he said, stroking your face before grabbing your throat and roughly kissing you, making you moan again.

Maybe you could really show him how much you missed him later on…

tagging: @maybankforlife cause I think she’ll enjoy this ;)

[queen-haq]

Sneak peak of AWR - 21

One of my lovely anons requested it, so here’s a small sneak preview

Billy’s phone rang again. He cast a quick glance at the screen; it was you calling. He hit ignore. How could you? How could you fucking do this to him?  You were the one person he trusted in this world, the only one. He spent most of his life wearing a mask, hiding himself so that no one would know how far he’d go to get what he wanted. What was owed to him. The only person who saw through that charm was you, and not only did you accept it but you loved him for it. He bared his soul to you.

 And you fucking betrayed him.

 Furious anger rushed through him, making his blood boil with rage.

 Was it so easy for you? Plotting to dismantle his life? Devastate him in the most hurtful way? He shook his head, recognizing that he knew the answer already. His lips pursed into a thin line. Of course it was. He knew you to your core, knew that you never did anything rash. When someone got in your way, you took them down calmly, resolutely, coming up with a plan and executing it perfectly. That was one of the things he loved most about you. That you were as bloodthirsty as he was – except, this time, you made him the enemy. Something he never thought possible, something he never expected of you.

 The image of you in any kind of pain broke him completely; he couldn’t even fathom deliberately causing you any damage because the thought alone made him want to fucking puke his guts out. Yet you fucking planned to destroy him without any qualms. He still remembered the blank expression on your face. There was no regret, no turmoil. He looked and looked and hoped there was some kind of mistake, that maybe you were lying to him – but no, there was only you, standing there coolly, explaining how you had wrecked his fucking life.

 The phone rang again, except this time it wasn’t you. He picked it up. “You got something?”

 “Yeah, I think so,” Arthur replied. Arthur was a college friend of yours, who knew how to do everything you did – except he’d chosen to pursue freelance work that skirted the criminal line instead of going the corporate route. You had recommended him years ago, knowing sometimes Billy needed off-the-books work done. 

“Three possible motels this Karen could be staying at. All the motels are on the same block, I can’t get anything more specific at this point.”

 “Okay, text me the info.”

 Billy hung up. The open vault in front of him contained cash and several different IDs. He scanned through them, flipping through the expiry dates. Thanks to the fucking accident, he hadn’t replenished his stock of fake IDs which meant there weren’t as many choices. Scanning through them, he picked one that he could use to fly to Florida. He needed to get there ASAP before Karen found the documents. Best case scenario, he would remove whatever you had planted before she could get to it. Bile rose in his throat when he considered the worst case. He liked Karen, she was fine, and he knew how much Frankie loved her – but he wasn’t going to let her fuck his life up.

 His phone rang again this time, a number he didn’t recognize. Assuming it was Arthur, he picked up.

 “Hello, William.”

 He recognized the haughty stuck-up voice right away. Immediately he tensed, his disdain for Krista palpable. “What the fuck do you want?” 

So that’s it for now. I’m still working on the chapter and have quite a bit to finish. If you’re looking to read something, take a look at my masterlist. I recently started posting an original fic called Alive, an enemies-to-lovers story if that’s your jam.