#i get locked out of the house if im not here before 10 and the last time i went out late with my friends

[mxwhore]

everytime the thought "oh living here isnt that bad" crosses my mind the universe is like "ehhh"

[evie-sturns]

period - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼

summary: you unexpectedly get your period after spending the night with chris, he does everything he can to make you feel better.

contains: mentions of blood, fluff, crying, swearing.

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chris and i have been dating for almost two months, i sleep over at his house often though, including last night.

9:46am

i'm rudely awakened by frantic tapping on my shoulder, i rub my eyes and roll over where i'm met with chris's distraught face. "hm..?" i groan out.

"y/n, are you okay" chris rambles, his vision flicks between my eyes and the matress.

"what..?" i mumble, my vision is still partially blurred from the sudden wake up.

"you're bleeding" chris says quietly, swallowing harshly.

i sit up, the matress is dotted with blood, along with the small pyjama set i wore last night.

my period has always been irregular, ever since i was about 12. i'd never know when it would come but i would just deal with it when it did.

my stomach sinks, my cheeks instantly flush from embarrassment, this is the kind of thing thats meant to happen 2 years into your relationship, not 2 months.

my eyes start to burn, im already an emotional person but now that this has just happened i don't think i can physically be okay.

"im so sorry chris." i say, my voice breaking.

chris clears his throat, i can tell he's slightly awkward about this.

the silence in the room grows, but is quickly cut short by a sob coming from me. chris's head snaps round to look at me, "oh fuck-.. no its okay!"

he gets out of bed, without a second thought he leans over the matress and picks me up in a bridal position. he speed walks to the bathroom, "look at me." chris says calmly as i cry into his shoulder, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "don't cry sweetheart, it doesn't matter to me."

i nod with a sniffle, he places me down on two feet. "you wanna get in the bath?" chris says gently.

"yeah.." i say, my voice still wobbling.

i stand still with my hands by my side vulnerably. "you want me to.." chris whispers, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "if you dont mind.." i reply.

he reaches his hand out and peels my tank top off of my body, along with my shorts. he does it so nonchalantly its impressive.

chris has only seen me naked once, which was only a week or so ago after our first hookup.

he flicks the bath on, putting his finger under the stream to check the temperature before lifting me up and placing me down.

chris bends over and picks up the pyjamas, before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. i throw my head back as soon as he goes "how did this happen." i groan to myself.

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about 10 minutes has passed, the whole time i've just been trying to calm myself, crying about this isn't gonna make it any less embarrassing for me.

my head snaps to the side as i hear 2 soft knocks on the wooden door, "come in" i say with a forced smile, chris peeks his head round the corner with a sympathetic look. hes got a freshly folded pair of sweatpants and a hoodie in his arms, which he places down on the sink. "you okay?" he asks casually, sitting down on the side of the tub.

"i mean, i'm okay as i can be right now!" i smile warmly up at chris,

he reaches into his pocket and clears his throat "i found this downstairs, i think one of nick's friends left it here-..uh" chris murmmers, pulling a tampon out of his pocket.

"thank you chris, honestly i'm sorry about being a pain." i sigh, chris shakes his head "no you're good, promise."

"just gonna go make the bed, yeah?" chris sits up off the tub and walks out of the bathroom.

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after getting myself together i open the door to the bedroom, chris is sitting on the bed, laying the pillows out strategically. i feel like a kid thats just thrown up, staring at my parent who just had to bathe me and clean the sheets.

he stands up and runs over to me full force, grabbing me around my waist and picking me up, earning a high pitched squeal from me. "chris!!" i screech as he flops down on the bed with me still in his arms.

"what can i actually do to repay you." i whisper into chris's chest.

"give me some awesome head next week."

"christopher."

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[sturnsbaebackup]

SHY - M. STURNIOLO

summary: madi invites you to meet and hang out with the triplets at top golf, and you find yourself oddly nervous around matt.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff

part 1 | part 2

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“please just come with me? i promise they’re nice guys,” madi begs you.

“i guess i’ll go… but you owe me big time madi,” you groan through the facetime call.

a smile grows on her face, “yay! thank you! you’re the best! the triplets are gonna pick me up at 12:30, and then i’ll have them pick you up after me. so expect us at around 12:45, okay?”

you sigh, “okay, perfect.”

“thank you again, y/n. i promise you won’t regret it,” she says and she hangs up to go get ready. you look at the clock and see that it’s 10:30, giving you about two hours to get ready. even if you don’t need that much time to get ready, you’d rather look your best than your worst. after curating the best outfit you can, you finish your makeup and hair, making sure you look halfway decent. it’s now about 12 and you take the next 45 minutes to mentally prepare yourself, seeing as you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of them.

your phone buzzes, grabbing your attention to madi’s contact on the screen letting you know they’re outside. you huff and grab your house keys and wallet, locking the door behind you as you exit. as you approach the car, you see two brunette boys in the front staring at their phone screens.

thankfully madi opens the door for you from the inside, drawing the attention of all three boys. “hi y/n! guys this is y/n, my favorite person ever so of course i wanted you guys to meet her,” madi smiles, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“hi y/n! i’m nick,” nick smiles sweetly, immediately making you feel a little less nervous.

“hi nick! it’s really nice to meet you, and i love your hair,” you smile. immediately chris turns around in his seat to look at you, “and im chris, the best triplet don’t let them fool you,” he smiles, giving you a little head nod.

you chuckle slightly, “well it’s nice to meet you chris,” you say. lastly, matt turns his head to the right to look at chris smacking his shoulder for what he said. he then turns his head a little bit further to face you.

“and i’m matt, the only triplet who actually has their head screwed on,” he smiles at you. you let out a laugh, “well, it’s really nice to meet you matt,” you say. as he turns his head to face the front of the car you blush little, hoping to god that he didn’t see.

you all drive to top golf, blasting music the whole way there. you gradually feel the nerves leave your body as you quickly notice that they’re a very welcome group of people. but the one thing that won’t go away is the pit in your stomach every time matt speaks or even looks at you.

“you okay?” madi asks as you walk into top golf.

“yeah i’m actually doing great!” you smile, and she smiles back at you with a big soft grin. you, madi, and nick get caught up in a conversation while matt and chris get everything set up at the front desk. you’re all distracted, when suddenly chris comes over waving in your guys’ faces, basically jumping around with excitement.“come on guys let’s gooo!” he exclaims, dragging out the ‘o.’

you sit down at the table, and chris loudly calls dibs on the first hit. you watch him practice his swings, when suddenly the spot on the couch next to you dips in. you look to your left, and you see matt sitting with his arm around the back of the couch, and his right ankle resting on his left knee. that pit in your stomach appears again, and you quickly look away before he can realize you’re staring at him.

eventually everyone but you has gone, and you suddenly feel really nervous. “okay y/n, your turn!” chris exclaims.

“oh god, this is gonna be awful. i’ve never golfed before,” you nervously chuckle. you have a bad habit of playing with your fingers and jewelry when you’re nervous, and apparently its evident that you‘re doing that because matt seems to notice.

“here, i’ll help you,” he smiles, sticking his hand out to help you off of the couch. you gently take his hand, praying your hands aren’t clammy with nervous sweat. as you stand on the little faux grass, he stands a respectful distance behind you and places your hands in the right positions on the club. he then puts his hands not too far under yours, and you can feel your heart beating out of your chest. it’s beating so loudly in your ears that you assume matt can hear it too.

as matt tells you how to swing the club, you notice madi and nick giggling to themselves, with chris sitting next to them oblivious to their antics. you already know madi and nick are gonna hold this against both you and matt.

you both swing the club in unison, hitting the ball far across the green. you gasp, and immediately turn around to give matt a high five. as your hands touch, you can feel that pit coming back again. your cheeks are on fire and you know everyone can see it, so you immediately sit down next to madi who gives you a big, sneaky grin.

after another hour of golfing, which consisted of you trying to avoid matt at all costs, it begins to get dark out. “do you guys want to get dinner somewhere before we drop you guys off?” nick asks.

“sure! is that good with you guys?” matt asks, looking at you and madi. you both look at each other and nod, turning back to matt with smiles.

“oh fuck yes, thank god! i’m starving!” chris blurts out, making everyone let out a little laugh. you all drive to the closest in n out, and you and madi sit next to each other at the booth while chris waits at the counter for the food.

“we’ll get you guys your drinks. what do you guys want?” nick asks, gesturing to him and matt.

“i’ll take a sprite please,” you smile, sliding your cup to the end of the table. matt grabs it, seeing as nick already took madi’s cup.

“one sprite coming right up!” matt smiles at you, making you blush. “thanks matt,” you smile, biting your cheeks nervously. nick gives a look to madi, but you just ignore it. as nick walks away, immediately madi turns to you and starts shaking your shoulders. “oh my god! you and matt are so flirty!”

a lump begins to form in your throat, “w-what? what are you talking about?”

“oh don’t play stupid. it’s obvious that you’re both into each other! i mean the matt i know would never offer to help someone golf, or even get fill up their drink for them!” madi exclaims, watching closely to make sure the guys aren’t coming back.

“i- w- what?” you say, utterly at a loss for words. quickly madi shushes you, and turns back to face the boys. matt slides you your drink, and you thank him as he gets into the booth on the opposite side of you and madi.

nick sits next to you, leaving chris and open spot next to matt. eventually he brings the tray of food over and you all begin to dig in, sharing a couple of large fries as well. “oh y/n! can i get your insta? i had a lot of fun today,” nick blurts out with a smile, sliding his phone to you.

“oh yeah, can i have it too?” matt asks, making you bite your cheeks and nod as you look down at nicks phone.

“jeez guys, you’re making me feel so popular!” you joke, following yourself from nicks phone.

“well, you’re actually a really fun person, unlike madi. even if you’re god awful at golfing,” chris jokes. madi just flips him off and he and nick laugh.

“chris be nice! i think y/n is a pretty decent golfer,” matt says hitting chris’ arm. and once again, your cheeks flare up with heat.

“no no, he has a point,” you laugh, typing your insta into matt’s phone as you speak. as you do so, madi nudges your leg under the table making you squirm a little, but thankfully it goes unnoticed by everyone. after all three of them get your insta, you all clean up the table and head back into the car.

you and madi decided to spend the night at madi’s house to make it easier for the triplets to drop you guys off. as you and madi walk up her walkway, matt leans over chris and rolls down the passenger window, “bye guys! it was really nice to meet you y/n!”

“it was nice to meet you guys too!” you smile, waving them off as they drive away.

“see! i told you he’s into you, y/n!” madi winks, making you roll yours eyes.

“yeah yeah, whatever,” you laugh, laying down on madi’s bed. as you scroll through insta, you get a dm from nick.

hey y/n! we had a lot of fun today, and we were wondering if you and madi wanted to be in a video next week? you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i know that we’d all love to see you again!

of course you show madi the dm, and that sneaky grin from before appears on her face again. “say yes! say yes!” she says, practically jumping around her room.

“what the hell is that smirk on your face for?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

“what smirk?” she plays dumb, holding back her laughter.

“that one! you’re doing it again! i swear to god madi! you better tell me what the hell is going on, or else i’m gonna seriously slap you!” you exclaim.

“fine! fine! but i’ll only tell you if you say yes to nick first,” she shrugs.

“okay…” you oblige, anxious to hear madi’s answer. she watches as you press send, and immediately you throw your phone somewhere on the bed and look her in the eyes. “now tell me what’s going on madi!”

“well… me and nick noticed the obvious connection between you and matt… so we may or may not have set up a plan to try and get you guys to fall in love by hanging out more…” she bashfully admits, making your jaw drop.

“madi filipowicz!” you say, playfully hitting her with one of her pillows.

“well… looks like you’ll be seeing him on tuesday, so no getting out of it now!” she laughs, showing you nicks reply to your dm. you groan and shove your faces into the pillows in an attempt to hide your now rose colored cheeks.

“i hate you madi.”

“mhm, sure you do.”

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don’t forget to go read part 2!!

[prettyinpurplelights]

hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf

HOUR OF NEED

Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!

“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.

“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”

“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”

“And now here we are.”

“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”

“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.

“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.

“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”

“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”

“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.

“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.

“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.

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“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“

PING!

Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.

“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.

“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”

“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.

“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”

“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.

“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“

“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.

“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”

“You’re back.” He croaks.

“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”

“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.

“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.

“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”

“I missed you too?” He pouts.

“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”

“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.

“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”

“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”

“So???”

He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”

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You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.

“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.

“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”

“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.

“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”

“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”

“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”

“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”

“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”

“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.

“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”

“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”

“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”

“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.

“Good for you.”

He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.

“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”

“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.

“Better?” You ask in a low voice.

“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.

“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.

“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.

“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”

“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”

“If you insist.” He smirks.

“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.

“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.

“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”

“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.

“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.

“Y/N, turn it off.”

“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you.”

You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.

“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”

“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“

“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.

“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.

“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.

“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”

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Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3

[velarisnightsky444]

Scorched Shadows: Part 9

Eris x AzrielsSister!Reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Azriel. She has shadows just like him, and is also a spymaster for Rhys. When she meets Eris, she initially hates him, but after a bargain is made between them, things begin heating up.

cw: mentions of amarantha's abuse and sa of rhys, mentions of traumatic childhood, angst, mentinos of wing clipping, smut

a/n: im going to start keeping track of the years, just know this is x years since the series started, not since they've been under the mountain

Series Masterlist

Part 8 || Part 10

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Year 14

It was your tenth Starfall under this mountain.

It killed you that you couldn't be above ground, watching in the Night Court.

And since Amarantha loved to torment Rhys on this specific day, you weren't even able to spend the time with him. It churned your gut knowing what she was doing to him at this precise moment, her cruel way of ruining his favorite day of the year.

Being trapped Under the Mountain here only reminded you of the cell you'd spent the first six years of your life in. And in the hour you were let out of the cell, you were rarely allowed to go outside. In the rare occasions you were allowed sunlight, it was always late afternoon.

Six years without seeing a sunrise, a sunset, the stars, or the moon. You never thought you'd have to go so long without the sky again. But here, in this mountain, you'd gone even longer.

You remembered the first time you'd seen the stars. You were six years old, and Rhys's mother, Selene, had just rescued you from your father's keep. Azriel had been staying with them for a week at that point, but Selene had come for you when she learned the conditions you were being kept in.

You didn't talk, had never spoken a word in your entire life, and wouldn't for another five years. But Selene was doing everything she could to get you to open up.

After a few hours of trying to get you to let her hold you, she took your scarred hand, cooing comforts when you flinched. She led you outside, and told you to look at the sky.

When you saw the Night Court sky, filled with the most beautiful stars, your tears stopped. You gasped, eyes wide as you took in the view. And you had finally let her pick you up, as you stared in wonder.

"I am going to take care of you, sweet girl," she had said to you. "You will never suffer again."

And you still held those words close to your heart. Even long after she had died. And you hadn't suffered since; at least, not as horrifically as you had as a child.

Your first Starfall had been special. While it could be seen from all of the Night Court, Selene insisted that the best view was in Velaris. It was your first time visiting the City of Starlight.

She had sat you in her lap, the two of you sitting on the balcony of the House of Wind. Your brothers ran around under the stars, laughing and playing. But you just watched the stars shoot through the sky, feeling safe in Selene's arms.

You sniffled, wiping tears from your eyes as you stared at your bedroom ceiling, reminiscing on better Starfalls. You couldn't even bring yourself to go to the revel tonight.

The door opened abruptly, and you flinched, sniffling as you wiped your eyes.

You met Eris's harsh gaze, but before you could think, he had slammed the door behind him and was on top of you.

You decided to allow the distraction, not wanting to think about your family any longer.

Something was bothering him. You knew by the way he entered, not bothering with a greeting. You knew from the slight furrow of his brow, the unusual messiness of his red locks, and the fire in his eyes. You hated that you'd learned to read him so well.

Eris pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his other creeping under your skirt. He hummed in approval when he noticed that you were bare beneath it.

"No underthings? Were you waiting for me?" he murmured into your ear.

"No, I was expecting another male," you uttered from beneath him, wanting only to rile him up. "Dawn Court. Quite handsome."

Your words worked, a growl leaving his lips as he wrapped his free hand around your throat. You gasped, mouth opening slightly as he squeezed.

"I don't know if you think you're being brave by provoking me, but all I see is a dumb fucking whore, trying to get herself punished," he snapped.

You gasped for air as he let go of your neck, your head light in a way that made you feel euphoric.

Eris was rough from the start, fucking you so brutally. You could tell he was upset about something, and he was taking his frustration out on you.

You found that you didn't mind. Eris was an arrogant prick. But despite his appetite for cruelty, you knew that if you ever told him to stop or be less rough, he would listen. He wouldn't hurt you. In the past decade, you had learned that.

Not that you had grown to trust him, or care for him. But still, knowing you were safe with him was a small comfort.

You tried to control the cries leaving your lips as he fucked you, but he was drilling into you so hard, you couldn't. You cried out from under him, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you.

"Eris," you whined, trying to rip your wrists from his grip so you could touch him. But he held tight, snarling at your attempt.

Eris only went harder, deeper, if possible. And as you become a mewling mess of sobs under him, his stress seemed to disappear.

"If you want to cum, you better start begging," he warned you.

"Please, Eris, please," you begged, used to the degrading act that he made you perform every time. You hated to admit that you loved it.

"You want to cum?" he taunted you.

"Yes, Eris, please let me," you sobbed, still fighting against his strong grip.

"Then go ahead," he granted.

You came together, just as you always did. You assumed your bodies were so in tune due to the mating bond. The mating bond that you tried to ignore. But it was hard when you were spending so much time with him. Fucking him. It made that bond in your chest sing. And you hated that. You hated him.

When the pleasure was done, he sat up, pulling his trousers back up. You pushed your skirt back down, and sighed as you suddenly remembered what you were trying to forget.

Your family. The family you were betraying by sleeping with the cruel male in front of you.

And at the thought, you burst into tears.

Eris froze in the doorway, turning so slowly to face you. You couldn't read the expression on his face, but you were sure it was judgement. He'd likely never cried a day in his life.

"Are you . . . " he trailed off, scoffing at himself as if he couldn't believe what he was about to say. "Are you alright?"

"What's it to you?" you sniffled, trying to wipe the pathetic tears from your eyes.

"I just fucked you, and now you're crying," he pointed out, striding back over to the bed. "I'd like to know if I caused this."

"No," you denied, shaking your head. "I just . . . I miss my family. That's all."

"Lovely to know you're thinking about your family after sex," he taunted. You groaned at him, pulling your knees to your chest.

"I was thinking about them before you came in," you admitted, hiding your face in your knees. "It's Starfall tonight. A wonderful holiday back in Night. And it makes me think of them."

You weren't sure why you were opening up to him. You realized you had no one else to open up to. You truly were desperate for companionship.

"Do you fly?" he asked quietly. You glanced up, meeting his amber gaze.

"What?"

"Your wings," he said, gesturing to them. "Do you fly?"

"Yes," you said, nodding. "I love to fly."

"Being stuck down here, unable to fly," he mused, glancing around the desolate room. "That must be miserable."

"It is," you admitted with a shrug. "But nothing compared to what my fellow Illyrian females have had to endure."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Illyrian females get their wings clipped when they come of age," you explained to him. "I was very lucky. Rhys's mother took me in at a young age, and she protected me. She saved my wings. But I've always felt guilty for it. And I won't fly if I'm in Illyria. It feels cruel. As if I'm rubbing it in the faces of the clipped females."

"And Rhysand allows this?" he bristled. You felt a surge of anger at him for assuming the worst of your brother.

"No," you denied. "He outlawed it as soon as he became High Lord, but it still happens. Though, not as often. But with him being down here for so long, I can only imagine it will pick up again."

"You lesser fae can be barbaric," he scoffed.

"Us?" you demanded, sneering at him. "You High Fae are worst of all. You're the ones who kept humans as slaves, kept us lesser fae as servants."

"I never kept any slaves," he scoffed. "Even before the war."

"So you speak for all High Fae?" you snapped. "You are still a cruel bastard, slave keeper or not."

"Is that why you let me fuck you?" he demanded, seeming irked by your words.

"I don't know why I allow it," you confessed, scoffing. "It's desperation from being so lonely down here. And it's the mating bond, betraying me."

"What terrible fate to be mated to such a cruel bastard," he sneered.

"It is a cruel fate!" you snipped, glaring at him. "What luck that I am mated to the male who left my cousin bleeding out in the forest, left her to die!"

He was on his feet in an instant, a snarl ripped from his throat.

"We are done with this conversation," he declared as he reached the door.

"Good."

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[chososlittlecrybaby]

just discovered you and I am obsessed, so here’s a request! (does that rhyme lol)

ony and connie’s reactions to us giving them the upmost disrespect 🤭.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊, 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆!

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝⚠︎

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ♡

You were driving home after a long day of work. Having to deal with rude customers and on top of that you stayed over time to take in 4 more clients because your coworker called in sick.

Once you were right around the corner from you and Connies shared house, you pressed the button on the garage door opener remote that was clipped onto the mirror visor. You seen the garage opening from the distance.

You sighed. You really wanted a bath and to just lay in your boyfriends arms. its was 10:46pm so you knew he was on the game waiting for you.

“God dammit.” You whispered, dropping your head down to the steering wheel before backing up into the garage setting your white Honda Sonata next to your boyfriends Mercedes-Benz.

You got out of the car and grabbed your Tote bag shuffling your hand around in the cup holders to find the key since your car didn’t need for you to put it in, in order for it to start.

Once you found your key you got out of the car and locked it. Dragging your feet towards the door that connects to the house, you wanted to fall and go to sleep right then and there.

You opened the door and made your way towards the kitchen to set your things on the island. You seen your boyfriend in the living room playing ‘Call of Duty.’ He had his headset on and he was yelling every curse word in the book.

You chuckled to yourself. That man was going to get hurt one day having those headphones on. He didn’t even hear you come in. Then again, where theres Connie there is always a gun nearby.

You walked over to him standing behind the couch. You bent over and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek but he moved away. He removed one of the headphone muffs from his ear. “Hey baby.” Was all he said before turning back to the game. You stood there dumbfounded.

“That’s it?” You said, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” He said, turning his head slightly to you and then back to the game. “I come home after like 10 hours and all I get is a ‘hey baby’? Don’t even ask me how my day was.” You said, anger fueling in your system. “Too busy trying to suck on your friends dick and play that fuck ass game.” You said. Now it was Connies turn to get mad. He quickly muted his mic and turned off his game.

“You lost your fucking mind.” He said. “Bring your ass over here.” He glared at you. You walked to the other side of the couch, not wanting to push him anymore, but you still had a right to be mad.

Connie was in a manspread position. You stood in between his legs as he looked up at you. A stern look plastered on his face.

“You wanna embarrass me?” He said, voice low. He gripped your waist with both hands and yanked you onto his lap. You stared at chain he had on, that read your name.

“My eyes up here. Look at me when im talking to you.” He said with venom laced in his voice. He gripped your throat and forced you to look up at him. “Whats your problem mami?” He said, taking his free hand and slapping your ass. You jolted up, the stinging sensation going straight to your head causing your eyes to water.

“Nothing papi, im just tired.” You said, voice shaky. “Tired my ass.” He said, another slap landing onto your ass. You jolted up and again, causing a laugh to come out of connie. “Not finna lie, you got me fucked up. Get off me and turn over, im finna tear your ass up.” He chuckled.

You got off of him and went to the opposite side of where he was sitting. You laid there looking at the patterned carpet. You knew you were going to be on bed rest after this.

𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐍 ♡

You were laying down with your back resting on the headboard and Ony in between your legs. Your long nails massaging his scalp as he played a mobile game.

“At your big age you playing games on yo phone?” You said, a laugh coming from your chest. “Its not about my age ma, its about uhm” he stopped for a second. “Its about the what?” You laughed again. He slapped your thigh and went back to playing his game.

You picked up the remote and went to Spotify on your TV. You picked a different playlist (the starting song being)

‣ 𝐘𝐎𝐔~ 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝♫

“Pa, I need my hair done oh my God.” You said, looking through your best friends highlights. “No.” He said. You sat there with a confused look plastered on your face. “No?” You asked. “Yeah, no? I’m pretty sure I said it loud and clear.” He said, his gaze not leaving his phone.

“The hell? Get the fuck off of me.” You said, shoving him off you. He looked at you, like he wanted to kill you. “You mad or sum? why you suddenly got a attitude?” He asked you, turning his phone off.

You knew these were rhetorical questions. At the end of the day, he pissed you off. “Yeah I got me an attitude? I didn’t even do anything so why you acting like a bitch right now bro?” You said. You got off the bed walking downstairs into the kitchen, Ony following behind you.

Before you could even make it to the kitchen, Ony grabbed the back of your neck yanking you back causing you to turn and face him. He slowly slid his hand from the back of your neck to grab your throat.

“You got 20 seconds to figure out who the fuck you talking to and walking away from.” His eyes piercing straight through you. “You got me fucked up calling me a bitch and think you finna get away with it. Get yo ass upstairs” He yelled at you in your face, throwing you to the side.

You walked upstairs, your arousal leaking onto your panties forming a wet patch. You took your time getting up there scared for what was in store.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N!” He yelled, causing you to jump.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1.9𝐊

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ♡

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄!

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓☯︎

[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

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isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

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That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

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isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

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"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

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After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

[anucalor]

Mutuals pt.2 (Onyankopon x Black! Reader)

haii! im so sorry for taking literally forever to post this. i was so ready to get back into writing, but i started taking my classes full time (which i passed（＾∇＾）) but now i am getting ready for state and with three jobs... its a lot lol. but im ready to try to get back into it!

i also have Kofi if you ever wanted to support in other ways!

anywho, here ya go!

y/n is a little shy. when she moves back home, her friend mika tries to get her out the house. what better way than to meet mutuals?

(w.c. 2.6k)

warnings: none, language (if any)

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It’s Thursday. 

Today shouldn’t hold so much weight, but it did. Besides being the beautiful day before a weekend, it’s the day before Ony and I go on our first date.  

I can’t help but think about it every now and then. Receiving his texts throughout the day doesn’t help either. I've realized he’s much more of a subtle flirt than I would have thought, constantly catching me off guard. I smile and shake my head before looking away from my Apple watch to continue charting. 

I check the time and see it’s a little after seven o’clock. After filling in a few people on my floor and making sure everything is logged in, I go to my locker and grab my belongings. I make my way to the elevator and ride down to the first floor. As soon as I step off of the elevator, I get a phone call. 

Ony. 

I bite my lip to prevent myself from smiling too much before answering. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, pretty girl,” I smile a little wider, “how was work?” 

“It was good. Walking to my car, now.” 

We make casual talk as I continue towards my car. Once I’m inside with my doors locked, I start my engine and begin making my way home. After a few minutes, Ony finally brings up the day I’ve been too nervous to ask about. 

“Mmm... you ready for tomorrow, mama?” 

My heart skips. 

“I, uhh, I am.” I try to sound as relaxed as possible. I can only hope he doesn’t hear how hesitant I sound. 

“What’s wrong? You don’t sound so sure.” 

Of course, he heard... 

“I’m sure... I just have a lot on my mind,” I explain softly. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Ony offers. 

I smile, "Just excited for tomorrow, ‘s all.” I can almost hear his smile in his ‘mhm.’ 

I assume that’s a fine enough answer because Ony doesn’t push the topic, opting to change the subject.  

After about a 10-minute drive, I finally made it back home. I grab all of my belongings and make my way towards the door, making sure to lock my car. I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in, making sure to lock it, as well. 

“You inside yet, mama?” I hear Ony’s voice mumble through my phone. 

“Yeah, I’m inside.” I walk to the island in the kitchen and put my bag on the counter before looking over at my buzzing phone.  

Ony is FaceTiming me.  

I answer the call and gently lean my phone against a nearby object on my counter so that he can see me. The call finally connects and I see Ony leaning back in his chair, fingers moving around on his controller as he plays the game. The corners of my lips slightly raise at the sight of him before I look away for a moment to place one hand on the counter and use the other to remove my shoes. 

“You look pretty, (N/N),” I hear him say over the speaker. 

  I couldn’t help but chuckle as I pick up my phone, shoes, and purse and walk to my bedroom. 

“You say that every time we're on the phone,” I mention with a tired yet teasing tone, “but thank you.” 

He ignores my initial statement and smiles, eyes returning to his TV screen, “You’re welcome.” 

~ 

The night goes on as it normally would; I change and sit on the phone with Yanni for a little over an hour before deciding it is time for me to take a shower and go to bed. 

When I wake up the next morning, it takes me a moment to become fully oriented. When I do, I can’t help but think about how the night could go. Ony and I can realize that being friends is what’s best; we could not like one another, or we could continue in pursuit of a relationship. Of course, I’m hoping for the latter, but only time will tell.  

After talking to God about my worries, I feel a little better and finally decide to get up and get ready, leaving my phone on its charger. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walk into my room and look through my wardrobe for a dress that’s fancy enough for a dinner date but not overly obnoxious. Wanting to remain on the safe side, I decide on a long black, long-sleeved dress with some heels. Feeling content with my decision, I decide to pick up my phone to check any notifications. 

The very first one is from Ony. 

Ony: Good morning pretty girl. Ima be a little busier today so I won’t be able to talk much. Make sure you’re ready by 6. I’ll see you soon 

I smile before responding to his text, feeling slight butterflies in my tummy. I make sure to let him know I appreciate him telling me he’d be busy and that I’ll see him tonight. Checking the time, I decide to go ahead and grab some breakfast, opting for some fruit, feeling too nervous to eat too much. 

I try to talk myself down, trying not to get worked up over some guy.  

‘It’s just another date with another guy... it’s just another date with another guy... but it’s not.’ 

There's something about Onyan that makes me hope that what we have goes further than ‘just another date.’ Although we’ve only really been able to speak over the phone since we met, he seems to be more genuine than any other person who has tried to pursue me. Mikasa’s words continue to play in my mind as well. Knowing from a reliable source that he doesn’t mess around for fun also puts me a little at ease.  

I just need to relax and trust that no matter what happens, everything’s gonna be okay. 

~  

I sit in front of my vanity, applying any finishing touches I think I need. I stand and take in my appearance. A smile makes its way onto my lips as I reach to grab some perfume. I spray to my heart’s content before grabbing my purse and phone and walking to the living room. Again, I look in the large mirror at my reflection, feeling happy with how I look. Minutes pass before I hear a knock on my door. 

My heart drops to my stomach. I take a deep breath before walking to the door, unlocking and opening it. Once it’s open, I see Ony with a bouquet of light pink roses with white lilies. I give an endearing smile before hugging him. 

“Ony, these are beautiful. Thank you.” 

He carefully wraps his arms around me, a smile on his face as he responds, “You’re welcome, (N/N). I’m glad you like them.” 

I lean away before gently taking the bouquet from his grasp, my hand lightly brushing against his. I lead him inside for a moment while I carefully replace my older flowers with the newer ones. Once that’s done, I grab my purse. 

“You ready?” Ony glances up from his phone once he sees that I have my purse. 

I nod and watch as he smiles, taking in my outfit for the night.  

“You look beautiful, (Y/N).” He stands from the barstool he sat in while he waited and makes his way to me with his hand out.  

  I take my lower lip into my mouth to try to prevent me from smiling like an idiot, and it just barely works. My hand interlocks with his as I respond. “Thank you, and you look very handsome.”  

Which is true. Ony has on a solid black shirt with some loose black pants and white forces. He, of course, has his chain and studs on and a black and white bomber jacket. He bites his lip as he looks down at me for a moment.  

“Thank you, mama.”  I smile before looking at the ground. Ony let out a breathy chuckle at the way I couldn’t hold eye contact before leading us to his car. He leads me to the passenger’s side and opens the door for me. I give a soft thank you before sitting down and bringing my legs inside. When I get situated, he closes the door and makes his way to the driver's side before driving off.  

~ 

After 25 minutes, we make it to our restaurant. I know I haven’t been here before, so I don’t know what to expect. Ony parks and makes his way to my side to help me out. I place my hand in his while he leads us inside the restaurant. The host leads us to a secluded booth towards the back of the restaurant. We walk hand in hand until we reach the area, separating only to sit across from one another. Our host hands us our menus and tells us our waitress will be with us soon. 

I gently look through the menu, eyes slowly gazing over what all the restaurant has to offer. Ony, sitting across from me, can’t help but allow his eyes to gaze over me, only giving his menu half the attention since he already knows what he wants. He swiftly thinks of something to talk about and opens his mouth to speak. 

“Don’t hesitate to get anything you want, by the way. ” My eyes flicker up to his at the sound of his voice. I smile softly before briefly returning my eyes back to the menu. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” 

Ony gently licks his lips before closing his menu completely and giving me his undivided attention. 

After that, conversation was nothing short of wonderful - Ony smoothly leading the us from one topic to another. I could feel my attraction for him grow the more he spoke to me in that soft, deep tone that I’ve grown used to. Due to me not being the best conversationalist, I was hesitant for this date, but it comes so naturally with him. As if he knows exactly what to say and when to say it. 

From childhood memories to stories about work to ranting about the group that we’ve grown to love so dearly. It felt as though we had known each other for years.

After ordering, it took us bit before our food was brought out to us. Even then we joke about how it got quiet when we started eating, knowing that the restaurant he picked was a good choice. We each took our time, slowly realizing that we didn’t want the night to end just yet. Even after Ony paid for our meal, we still stayed to talk for about another 30 minutes.  

After laughing at a joke he said, I turned my phone over on the table to check the time and sigh. 

“Ony, we should probably head out. It’s getting late.” 

He picks up his phone and gives a soft smile. 

“Yeah, you right... Alright, let’s go, pretty girl,” he directs softly before standing. 

 I scoot just a little before turning my legs to the outside of the booth where Ony was waiting with his hand outstretched. I gently place my hand in his and stand. 

“You got everything?” I turn to make sure I didn't drop anything before nodding.  

“Mhm, yeah. I’m good.” 

And with that, he leads us towards the exit. Once we get to his car, he opens the door for me before going to his side. I watch as he walks to his side, trying to hide the goofy grin that’s trying to make itself known.  

He finally sits down in the car before turning to look at me, narrowing his eyes slightly. 

“What?” he asks with a small grin. I shake my head before picking up my phone. 

“Nothing.” By the way I bit my lip to keep from smiling, I’m sure he knew it wasn’t ‘nothing,’ but he chose not to push. Opting for “whatever you say, (N/N.)” 

The drive to my house was mostly done so in peaceful silence. Other than the speakers and the occasional quip, we just enjoyed each other’s presence.  

After some time, Ony pulled into my apartment. He turned off his car and made his way to me. 

“Aww, such chivalry. Walking me to my door?” I quip once my hand is in his. 

He immediately smacks his lips before closing the door. “Mmcht, man gon’ on somewhere.” He couldn’t even finish the sentence without smiling, causing me to giggle. 

We make it to my door, and I turn to him with a sigh. 

“Thank you for agreeing to go out with me, (Y/N),” his voice low and clear.  

I lean my shoulder against the door and sleepily look him in his eyes. “Thank you for taking me out. I really had fun.” 

“Enough fun to want to do it again?” he asks, taking a step towards me. 

I look off to the side, hide my smile behind my hand before dropping it. “Yeah, Ony. Enough to want to do it again.” 

He looks down, a smile plastered on his face. 

Only a few moments passed before he looks back at me and takes another step forward. I tilt my head a little to the side before feeling him take my hand in his, standing directly in front of me. 

“I’m gonna be very honest, (Y/N) - I would really like to kiss you right now.” 

For some reason me being a little tired made me a little bold and I ask, “So why haven’t you?”  

A moment after those words left my mouth, Ony’s hand rests on my neck, his thumb, pointer, and ring finger gently grabbing my jaw to tilt my head upwards. He leans down and presses his soft lips onto mine. I don’t hesitate for a moment before meeting him halfway. Ony slides his other hand around my waist, pulling me in to completely close the space between us. My left hand slides to his wrist as he deepens the kiss.  

It felt too soon when he pulled away. I opened my eyes to see him looking intensely at me. I quickly shy away, opting to look at the ground, my hand gently rubbing the remnants of Ony from my lips as I try not to smile too hard. 

“Thank you again, Ony,” I mumble trying to keep my rapid heartbeat under control. 

Ony looked at me with an adorned look in his eyes.  

“You’re welcome, mama. Go get some rest, okay?”  

“You, too... Goodnight, Ony.”  

“Goodnight, (N/N).” 

---

It’s been three months since Ony and I have been dating, and it’s been amazing. He’s been amazing. He continues to show me just how caring and protective he is - genuine and fun. The way he never fails to make me smile (whether it be after a tough day at work, or I’m just feeling a little down) is something I didn’t realize I needed. 

‘I’m so glad I listened to Mika,’ is something I constantly think to myself. 

She was right when she told me that he would show me the type of person he is. 

And I couldn’t be happier. 

Ony and I are a little more comfortable with visiting each other's houses, opting to just stay in and relax most of the time. Each time we do, we learn so much about one another. From likes to dislikes to family and more. The more we spend time together, the more I can’t help but think about what it would be like to actually be in a committed relationship with him.  

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try to shoo the thought away, but it’s so hard when Ony is... himself. Going above and beyond is not foreign to him. His emotional intelligence is evident through his desire for clear communication and his (surprising) amount of empathy.  

Gosh, he’s so wonderful. 

My thoughts are cut short by a soft *ping!*  I glance at my phone to see Ony’s name pop up. I bite back a smile before opening his message.

Yanni <3 : Be ready by 8. I got a surprise for you 

---

ah, please be nice. im still getting into the swing of things. i really hope you guys enjoyed this. please excuse any mistake!

i love you but Jesus loves you more. <3

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pt.1

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hell of a drug || mdni!

blackgf!reader x nonidolgf!natty

warnings : s m u t , wlw , kissing , petnames , dom!natty , sub!reader , cunnilingus (reader rec) , wxw, , praising , slight pussy slapping (it was a tap), slight edging, slight thigh slapping, mommy kink, use of sextoys , jealousy,

synopsis : jealousy is one hell of a drug.

a/n : yurr its kaisan! so yeah i write wlw cuz im bi! natty is one of my girl crushes, i just go crazy over her 😫. anyways enjoy;)

story below the cut 💋

you, your girlfriend natty, and her friends julie, belle, and haneul were chilling at the home you both shared. natty asked you if you were down to have a girls night with her friends, because your friends were on the other side of the world, you thought that it would be a great idea! the three other girls have never seen you before. natty told them all about you but when they asked if they could see a pic of you, she said “you have to see her in person! the pics dont compare to her beauty in real life.” they all giggled and were excited to meet you.

when they arrived, natty opened the door and let them in. you were still upstairs putting your freshly done boho locks up in a bonnet and put on your night clothes. natty called you down so you could meet the girls. “baby, come down! the girls are here and ready to meet you!” she said. “coming!” you yelled back. as you walked downstairs and were met with them, they looked at you as if god were standing right there in front of them. it went silent, they were stunned at how pretty your brown skin looked as the sun gleamed on it.

“this is y/n. baby, this is belle, juile, and haneul.” natty introduced. you waved at them and they smiled back and waved at you. julie was looking a little too long for natty’s liking. julie wasnt even paying attention to how natty was staring holes into her. she was too busy admiring your skin and body features. “wow, youre way more attractive than i thought. your skin is pretty! youre pretty!” julie compliments you. you knew she didnt mean any harm saying that. natty wasnt having it. “oh thank you!” you giggled back.

natty knew that you loved her and only her. but the way you giggled at julies corny ass compliment, and the way julie was staring at you made her jealous. it also angered her a little. so she grabbed you by the waist and squeezed it a bit. “yes, shes very beautiful. im so lucky to have such a goddess as my partner!” natty said with venom laced in her voice. she meant the compliment but was directing the tone towards julie to let her know that she needs to cool it with the words.

“uh, i ordered pizza like 10 minutes ago. it should be ready for pickup! me, haneul and julie will go get it. we’ll be back!” belle said. she sensed the tension in the air and decided to get julie out of there and let natty calm down. “oh. well lets get going then!” julie said. she sounded a bit sad that she was leaving you but she went anyways.

the pizza place belle ordered from was located 20 minutes away from your house. if you did the math correctly, you would have enough time to calm your girlfriend down. natty was already in the room. “youre way more attractive than i thought. your skin is so pretty and your pretty. what bullshit is that huh?” natty said as she saw you come in the room. “nat baby calm down. she didnt mean anything wrong. she was just complimenting me.” you spoke softly. “and you were eating that shit up. you fucking giggled at that corny ass simp ass shit.” natty spat back. normally, natty doesnt get jealous. she knows you only love her and she knows you wouldnt cheat on her.

“baby it was just a compliment.” you said. “i dont give a shit if it was insult. shes such a fucking flirt like damn get your own partner. always gotta try and take shit from me.” at this point you knew natty wasnt directing her anger towards you. you walked over to her and kissed her lips. it softened her a bit but it wasnt gonna be enough. she grabbed your throat and forced you to straddle her lap. she kissed down your throat and left some marks. her hands travelled up and down your sides. you take that as a hint to take for your top. and you did. both of you working against the clock. not really knowing when the girls will get back. so you waste no time.

natty flips you on the bed and pulls down your shorts. she start to kiss over your underwear, moving over to your melanated thighs, then finally moving your panties to the side to kiss on your pussy. she places a small peck on your pussy lips before taking off you panties all the way. “baby…” you say before she taps your pussy. “try again.” she said. “mommy..” you said. she liked your answer and began licking on your clit. shes always been good at eating you out. “mommy that feels really good~” you moaned out. “i know honey.” natty retorts. it boosts her ego when you compliment her on how good she makes you feel.

while she was licking on your clit, she knew she couldnt leave your hole empty. she she decided to fill it with her fingers. “hows that?” she asks. you couldnt even say much. all you could do was nod. she smiled and continued to pleasure you. soon enough, your orgasm felt like it was approaching. “i-i think im gonna cum!~” you squealed out. the way her fingers were touching your spot only drove you crazy. before you could finish though, she pulled her fingers away and moved her mouth away. you whined a bit but she only smacked your thigh. not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to stop your whining. she stood up and walked to the drawer by her side of the bed.

you knew what she was about to get. it was a vibrating wand. she walked back over to you and kissed your cheek before removing her own clothes and putting the vibrator between you and her pussy. she started to slowly rock herself causing the vib to rock against your clit. you were already close from earlier so when she did this, it only brought you back to the edge. she noticed this and started to rock a bit faster for you to catch your high. “im cumming~!” you screamed. as soon as those words left your mouth, you threw your head back as your high came over you. natty turned off the vib so you wouldnt get too overstimulated. your legs were shaking a small bit while clear, sticky drip came down your legs. you squirted a little.

natty smirked at how fucked out you looked. “julie cant make you feel like that now can she?” she asked you. but you didnt hear her, you were still coming down from such an intense orgasm. so she took the vibrator and tapped it against your sensitive clit. that quickly brought you to your senses and answered her quickly so she could turn it off. “no mommy she cant.” you moaned. she started to get up and clean you up. but you realized she didnt cum. “but what about you? you didnt get to cum.” you said. “i know, thats for after they leave. this was just a quick stress reliever. the real show begins as soon as they leave.” natty said as she winked and cleaned you up.

as you both walked back downstairs, you were met with all three girls, eating pizza and talking about nothing. they had all looked up at you. their cheeks turning red. julie looked turned on, sad, and disgusted. she was turned on by your sounds but sad she wasnt the one making you sound like that and she was disgusted to hear her best friend having sex. “jealousy is one hell of a drug.” belle said. you put your hands to your cheeks as you felt embarrassed. you looked to your girlfriend only to see her smirking at julie. “it sure is.” you said as you sat down with them and ate some semi cold pizza. for the rest of the night, there was teasing going on and also julie distancing herself and saying little to you.

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[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Twenty

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

+++

Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

tags:

@dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @chrizznmetswife @ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore @jebbie-project-blog @jaxyy219

[hy4c1nthh]

Keiji yapping p1. Will be tagged!! maybe even a master list when I'm done...

tw....body/gender dysphoria....family problems...internalized transphobia...panic attacks

@kitchenaidmixer02 hi....in return here's keiji....

Keiji grew up in a small household. His dad wasn't present so it was just him, his older brother and his mom. they weren't rich, but they werent nessicarily broke either. A nice solid middle ground. His mom worked days and nights so his brother would have to take care of him.

When Keiji was around 10 is when it started.

Keiji hated the way he looked in the mirror. It was too much. He didn't get what he was feeling but he told himself it was just him being a tomboy or smthn like that. so he went on....

and of course his feelings got worse. Probably one of the worst eras of his life was junior high/middle school. That's when he started to dress and present himself hyperfeminenne (???I can't spell). He was trying to convince himself that "no. I am a girl!!! I am!!!" but he'd go home everyday and stare at himself in the mirror and start crying and panicking. One day, it happened during school. He ran to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall, struggling to breathe. He wanted to rip himself out of this body, he'd rather do anything than look feel like this for another day. oh!! but someone heard him!!! a girl named Himeko, same grade as him and only in about 2 or 3 of his classes. She manages to console him from outside the stall, until he eventually comes out. They formally introduce themselves, and so starts a friendship! And soon enough, more than a friendship.

Himeko became his girlfriend and eventually the one to help him transition. As keiji started to dig himself deeper into the "I can't be a boy because I'm a girl" pits, Himeko had taken note of his behavior and quickly took action. She confronted him about his increased absences and isolation until he just. broke. It was at his house and his mom and brother were both out. He confessed his pain to her, how he hated the way he looked and felt, how he felt ashamed for hating his body but just wanted to rid himself of it. Himeko took im his words, and Keiji thought that she'd despise him, view him as offputting and creepy and all that..but she then just flat-out asked

"Do you want to be a boy?"

"w-what? I dont-..kn.."

"but you don't want to be a girl, right,"

"...no..."

".."

"I guess...being a boy would be pretty nice...:

"ah...you're trans!!"

"what. I..guess??"

She consoled him afterwards, and not only did she give him his haircut and was rhe one to dye his hair..but she also gave him his first binder :333 he started to borrow his brother's clothes and yes, a while later he came out to his mom. Everything was golden, he felt great, his mom was supportive and helped him and even helped him out with a name change. how wonderful!!!

Things were lookin swagger and eventually it was time to go on to high school!! things were peachy and yeah yeah. Keiji even started a band!!!

2nd year of high-school, however, both himeko and keiji decided to break up. not because they hated each other and allat, no, they just thought it'd be best. Oh and himeko likes girls. They still agreed on a platonic partnership, and still loved each other very much. Himeko was there for him, and keiji was there for her. Himeko was especially there for him when that day happened and the band broke up, and he immediately got the news that he was moving right after it happened. They promised to stay in contact, and that brings him to his 3rd year of hs and first year of kamikou!!!

while he's do a lot better, and he's in pretty good shape as of recently, he's still prone to just skipping school or isolating and stating in bed all day. He's planning to take a gap year before he heads off to college :3

[imaginesforeveryone]

IM SCARED!

Pairing: Misha Collins x Y/N Warning: angst, fluff

It was your best friend Jensens birthday today & Danny was throwing a HUGE party for him

“Come on baby!” You yelled up to Misha, your amazing, quiet, loving boyfreind of 3 years.

“Sorry baby.” He said rushing down the stairs and giving you a quick little peck on your lips before walking out of the door. You locked it & went to Mishas car and got in the passenger seat. Driving about 20 minutes away to your most best friend in the worlds house. Jumping out of the car and grabbing presents from the trunk & walking to the door. Walking in & instantly your ears filled with Jenen’s contagious laugh, Jared’s loud words, & the kids laughter. Walking into the kitchen where everyone was.

“Y/N & Misha are here!!!” Jensen yelled with a loud smile on his face. Instantly being attacked by Jensen & Jared’s kids. After they all got off finally we’re able to put all your things down

“Alright. Happy birthday old man!!!” You said engulfing Jensen into your arms.

“Hey hey I’m not old. I’m in my prime.” He said with a goofy ass smile. Going around and hugging everyone else. Finally settling down outside on the back porch feeling the breeze in the warm Texas sun, with a nice cold beer in your hand, with your amazing boyfriend right beside you & all of you family surrounding you.

“So how have you guys been doing?” Jensen asked sitting beside you while Misha talked to Jared.

“Amazing actually. Better then ever. But he’s been acting kind of weird lately. Kind of on edge, nervous. But other then that pretty good.” Your explained Jensen.

“I’m sure he has some mental thing going on. You know he gets. He’s a bit crazy.” He said with a giggle at the end.

“I’ll be right back baby.” Misha said with a smile & pecked you on the forehead. You smiled & Zeppelin cane waddling over and you picked him up and set him on your lap.

“God you made some amazingly beautiful babies. They DEFINITELY get their looks from Dannel.” You said laughing & Jensen giving your a dirty look.

“So when is their going to be a little devil walking around for you guys?” Jensen asked looking at you raising an eye brow.

“Well.” You said raising an eyebrow at him.

“Wait. What?!” Jensen asked gaking his sunglasses off & getting on the end of his seat.

“Does Mish know?” He asked.

“No not yet. I’m trying to find a cute fun way to do it. But I’m also scared that he’s going to run.” You said starting to feel tears well up.

“Believe me he won’t run.” Jensen said with a smile & hugging you.

“Come on let’s go in.” He said standing up with you & Zepp. You walked into the house with Zepp in your hand but stopping dead in your tracks seeing Misha on the ground in one knee. Jensens slipped in and grabbed Zepplin from you.

“Baby, Y/N, my love, my rock, I love you so so much. I have since the day I laid my eyes on you when you walked on set at the beginning of season 10. That moment I knew you’d light my whole world up and of course you did. Every day I wake up next to you & that’s the reason I’m happy everyday of my life. So now I want to make sure that you are here for the rest of my life. That I can wake up to you every morning with you, so Y/N Y/M/N Y/L will you do me the amazing honor of being my life mate, will you marry me?” Misha said opening the little black velvet box to show a beautiful single diamond. You covered your mouth in awe.

“Well your going to be a daddy. So this is the beginning of our life. Of course I’ll marry you.” You said and his face fell & tears welled up in his eyes as he stood up quickly & engulfed you in a hug. Everyone stood around cheering & even a few snuggles around the room. He stood back & slipped the ring on your finger.

“I can’t believe we are having a baby.” He whispered into your ear.

“I know. It was just meant to be.” You whispered back.

“I must admit I’m scared.” He said to you.

“Don’t be scared you will be an amazing daddy & an amazing husband. I love you so much.” You explained to him wrapping his arms around you.

“And I love you more.” He said feeling him smile against your neck.

[jealousjersey]

last night ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ mike schmidt x reader ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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warnings: drunk sex, smut and a little fluff, cum eating, oral (reader receives) creampie

mentions: reader is afab and uses fem pronouns. drunk sex, reader sees mike at a bar and goes home with him. drunk driving, abby is not mentioned. p in v unprotected (wrap it!!) cum eating, mike eats out reader mike gets pussy drunk (obvi), one(1) mention of “y/n” minors dni i have a bat

1.3k wc

you and mike used to work together, knowing of each others existence but never communicating other than “hey” or “what’s up” while passing each other in the hall at the mall.

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it’s 10:23 pm and you just arrived at a random bar your taxi driver suggested to you, you don’t usually drink but you got a promotion at the mall and you wanted to celebrate, even if it was by yourself. you sat alone at the bar, sipping on your mixed drink for about a hour. that is, before the most delicious looking man walked in. mike schmidt.

you had already known him previously, you two never really talked, nothing more than a “hey” or “how’s it going” so you just didn’t mind him. but you always said he was your “work husband” to people who’ve never met him.

mike walks to you and plops down in the bar chair with the cracks in the leather. you don’t want to speak right now but he practically makes you.

“heyyy” he slurs while looking you in your eyes surrounded by dark circles. “hey mike” you reply as you take a shot of everclear.

he looks confused. he was wondering how you knew his name, then he remembers. “oh shit, y/n, what are you doing here you don’t drink” he teases. at first mike just wanted to hit on some girls, just some bootycalls that don’t mean anything to him the text day. but to him, you were different.

mike always had a slight crush on you, even if he just saw you doing your job. he always caught himself staring at you wiping down tables in the food court. and you can’t lie, you’ve always thought he was pretty cute too.

“how’s it going? you know, at the mall?” he says, trying not to fumble his words around as he’s on his 5th drink. “it’s alright, better since you left” you tease. “i know you missed me i saw the way you looked at me im not blind sweetheart” he grins as he sees your face reddening. “hush you’re just drunk mike.” you say back to him as your face flushes. “not drunk enough to not see you blush.” he replies, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

a few more drinks in and he’s wasted. mike is a fun drunk, a little emotional but fun. his social awkwardness completely goes out the window when he’s tipsy. “i-im go-gonna go no-now” he slurs. “holy shit you’re wasted” you say to him. you can’t let him drive home. “let’s go babe. i’m taking you home.” you say, grabbing his arm to escort him out the bar. you’re tipsy but not too drunk to drive. mike hands you his keys and you lead him to his truck. at this point you’re scared that he’s gonna get alcohol poisoning from how much he drank, mike was the type of guy to drink his liquor straight.

you arrive at his house and help him out of his truck. “you can come in if you want” he suggests. “fuck it” you thought as you nod to him. you walk into his house and you’re surprised at how well he kept it, knowing he was single, worked all the time, and lived alone. mike stumbles to the couch and you follow behind. the first 10 minutes is awkward, not knowing wether to talk to each other, cut on the tv or just sit in silence.

“can i tell you something i’ve been wanting to tell you for a while” mike blurts out. 10 minutes of silence and he leads with this. “yeah of course what is it?” you reply innocently. you know how this is going to end.

“you are so hot” he says confidently. “oh so we’re doing this now?” you say to him as you put your hand on top of his. he turns his hand around and interlocks with yours. you look up as him and lock eyes. “holy shit we are doing this” you thought. mike removes his hands from between yours and leans in to kiss you.

mike is a great kisser. his lips are surprisingly soft with tiny chapped bits around the outside of his lips but it makes sense, it also makes sense that you got a nose full of the smell of alcohol, you know why you expected this. his lips open and invite your tongue inside, a real make out session with mike fucking schmidt.

mike breaks the kiss and you moan unexpectedly. “i’ve wanted to do that since i first saw you.” he whispers as he reaches over to kiss your neck. “me too” you whisper back, voice hoarsed from lack of speaking. mikes lips are soft on your skin spattering kisses and softly sucking your skin into his mouth, leaving bruises. mikes hand travels up your leg “is this okay?” he asks. “yes please don’t stop” you reply, and he doesn’t. mike brings his calloused fingers up to your soaking panties and he shutters at the warmth feeling between your legs.

within 2 minutes he has you almost in pieces, inserting two fingers in and out and curling his fingers upwards to hit your soft spot. mikes surprisingly really good at this considering you never even knew he was sexual. “fuck mike” you exhale softly into his chest.

“fuckk baby i’m gonna cum” you moan out. suddenly mike stops with his fingers. “i want us to finish at the same time baby” he says as you almost go to touch yourself to get yourself off. mike grabs your hand and says “nope not yet pretty girl”

mike unbuttons his jeans and slides them down passing his buldge in his boxers. this makes you exhale and shiver. as mike starts to take off his boxers, you start to take off your shirt and bra, exposing your breasts to him. at this point, mike is mesmerized by your every move. you are all he wants. it feels like the room is 20° colder as your nipples harden.

mikes pants are across the room now. he lays beside you on the couch with his cock exposed. it’s even bigger than you imagined. slightly curved to the left as it’s rock solid. you take your panties off the rest of the way and move your way to his lap, softly sitting down on his cock. he grabs your hips and starts moving your body back and forth on his dick, each hip thrust into you hitting your g spot.

“fuck mike you’re s’good” you slur while becoming more vulnerable to him. you didn’t mind this at all. “you’re taking me so well princess, up and down- fuck yeah just like that pretty baby” he grunts out. you feel his dick twitch inside of you and it makes you cry out for more. “baby i’m close” mike groans into your ear

“cum inside, i’m on birth control. fill me up please” you whimper in his ear. hearing you say that makes him moan louder. this makes him finish inside you, filling you up. you finish shortly after him, having the most intense orgasm of your life and having mike ride it out with you.

“that’s right baby, i’m here” he reassures you as your eyes roll back into your head. “you’re so pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock baby” mike says as he kisses your forehead.

a few moments later he gets you cleaned up. and you ask him the dreaded question. “do you like me or are you just messing around.” you ask, it hurt to think this way.

“what?” he looks offended. “of course i like you. if i didn’t i wouldn’t have just been balls deep inside you baby” he still sounds drunk.

“i really like you mike. i just didn’t want to be a booty call to you.” you say as you move a tear out of your eye. of course you were overthinking. you just got fucked by this guy and now you’re in tears.

“listen. i like you, if you’re okay with it i’d like to take you on a real date. i want to learn everything about you.” he suggests.

“will you go on a date with me” he asks.

“obviously” you roll your eyes as you grin.

he kisses you and leads you to his bed. you decide to sleep over tonight and just be late to work tomorrow. this is all that matters right now.

[k9iriz]

I love your writings! Can i request Neymar x reader where he cheats on her and she finds out and he gets manipulative but she doesn’t go back to him please? Like I need a good cry ahaha

(it was a request just like this so im just gonna combine your ideas! makes it easier!)

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝

𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳/𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

“𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙?”

(upsetting themes, cheating, swearing, manipulation + gaslighting mental, also , miscarriage warning!! this is very angst to the max, so get your sad playlist out!)

you heard that voice, that women’s intuition that you knew your man was cheating.

the constant not wanting to be around you.

the countless dumb arguments that you two had, went on for him leaving, simply as just being mean and rude to you.

you thought it was a one time thing…i was wrong.

“ney? are you hungry? i could make you something-” you peaked out the doorway as he shoved past you, ignoring you.

“no. im not hungry.” ney rolled his eyes, grabbing his jacket, he looked so nice and dressed up for practice…

“oh…w-well have a good practice.” i swallowed the lump in my throat, filled to where i was gonna bust out in tears.

your phone rang, kylian’s gf sent you pictures of her outfits for the…psg date night out?

what…

you looked over at ney, that’s why he’s so dressed up.

but without me?

“ney? is it the psg date night event tonight?” i asked, my eyes glowed at it, we would look so good together.

in my mind.

“yup.” he brainlessly said, not even adding anything to the request.

before you could speak, he slammed the door in your face, walking out as i stood by the mirror.

“how do you stop a heartbreak? … cry. you just cry.”

i frowned as i sat on the couch, playing with my fingers.

everything started to click. brainlessly just staying after how bad he’s treating you since you two began dating.

“i really wanted to go.” you thought.

he didn’t even wanna be seen out with you. let alone take you on dates, he just simply said ‘i just don’t have time.’

it broke your heart.

you could cry yourself to sleep if you wanted. the slience rang through your ears as you played with your promise ring he gave you.

ever since, he hasn’t kept a promise since.

after an hour of scrolling through everyone’s insta stories, you seen a post go past your eyes.

bruna.

it was a video of them kissing, all in the camera, with pda and cameras flashing as well.

i stared at it as your heart broke in ten million pieces.

i didn’t know wether to scream or cry.

i didn’t move. i blankly froze as all the memories of the past year floated through my head.

all the lies, the arguing. the kisses. everything was fake.

he just kept me…just to break me.

i cried for hours on end, as i paced around the house.

you even had a miscarriage. due to the stress he had put apon you and you blamed yourself for it.

well i did.

and just to publicly cheat. it was the last straw.

the next morning was a empty bed with red eyes after crying all night.

my phone was ringing all night from socials and even some of psg, asking was i okay after the news got out.

i felt embarrassed. this promise ring meant nothing. especially to him.

you heard the door open downstairs as i slowly walked to the stairs banister, looking down at neymar.

he was ear to ear smiling. for what?

“i know…princesa, ela vai dormir às 10, ela não vai a lugar nenhum, então não vou poder te encontrar lá. eu te amo mais...bye.” neymar smiled so proudly on the phone. it’s her voice on the phone.

(princess, she'll be sleep by 10, she wont go anywhere so ill be able to meet you there. i love you more...bye.)

are you fucking kidding.

“good. ill be out of here by 10 then.” i spoke up, as my face held a cold mean expression as he jumped, soonly realizing he knew that i knew he was cheating and that i seen the news.

“oh…amor. im sorry, listen to me.” neymar tried to plead, but i walked away, chuckling as i shut the bedroom door, closing it and locking it before he could get to it.

“listen to me…please.” neymar pleaded as i shook my head, grabbing my suitcases, trying to stuff everything in them the best i can.

“unlock the door!” neymar groaned, as he forcefully jiggled the doorknob as tears ran down my face…i couldn’t hold it much longer.

“leave the fucking door alone! let me leave please.” i yelled, before i threw on one of his plain black hoodies, just cuddling it as i fell down, tired and worn out from everything…

i leaned up against the wall…everything connected.

the memories we had. the good times we had…

the thought of us expanding our family…the dream wedding we dreamed of together.

all came crashing down.

“please. bebê, por favor ... não vá. por favor.” neymar pleaded again, his voice getting low and shaky. (baby please...dont go. please.)

“ney. please let me leave in peace and get away from the door.” i croaked in tears, dragging myself to put my shoes on, lining my luggage up.

good thing i planned a flight tonight.

“no. i can stand here and fight with this door all day until you talk to me and let me in.” neymar tried to open it, but to his avail, it failed.

“move, please move away from the door.” i walked towards the door, warning to unlock it.

“open up please.” he asked as his voice got soft, before you could, he looked at your puffy eyes, your luggage lined up as he hugged me right, before i cried in his arms…

i should slap him right now.

“no. no. no. move away from me. you’re not doing this to me…again.” i pushed away from him as he trailed behind me as i grabbed suitcase after suitcase, taking them to the door.

“please? i love you, you know i wouldn’t do that to you right?

“how? oh wowwww, you sure wouldn’t but considering it’s the same outfit you fuckin’ left in!” you caught him trying to lie…

& guilt trip you? how stupid can he be. “listen. she ment nothing to me, i promise. you know im yours…hell my wife. just don’t leave me.” ney tried to reason, following behind me.

“ney. i can’t. you’ve been treating me like a second class act. and i just can’t do it anymore.”

“so that’s it? are you serious right now y/n?” neymar got frustrated at you, not hearing you out.

i scoffed, sitting the rest of my suitcases outside, before the door slammed, leaving me and him left in the house.

“don’t make this about yourself. nor try to reason. you’ve obviously been back with her and stepping out on me. and you did it while i was pregnant, ney.” i started, feeling tears prickle my eyes, playing with my ring.

“i lost a baby. and because of you not being there, i lost myself. got blinded by you…the person who promised to be there for me through anything…”

“and you weren’t there. and i don’t want you to be there now…i gotta go.” i shook the thought of still staying in this web of despair out my head, rushing out, before being pulled into a kiss.

ney accepted the fact all his wrongdoings and fuck-ups lead him to lose everything, even his self respect.

the atmosphere got quiet and silent, everything just feeling calm at that moment, feeling sadness in the air

“im sorry. thats all i really can say to you…for breaking your heart. i love you forever, don’t forget that, princessa.” ney felt himself pull away as he kissed your cheek once more, before sitting on the bottom stairs.

i wasn’t looking back. but the heartbreak and sadness remained until i left.

you never really know how much someone’s means to you until they walk out the door.

i hope u enjoyed! ❤️

[veneerandvelvet]

Im sorry

TW: mentions of de*th

“I really hate going to aunt Cressidas..” veneer said. Vivian smiled and turned to look at him “it’s only for a few hours sweetheart. But you know you can call us if you need us”

“You also have velvet with you, so you’ll be fine buddy” Vaughn said as he looked at his children through the review mirror” veneer turned and looked at velvet who was coloring in her coloring book velvet felt his eyes and turned to look at him and smiled

They pulled up in the driveway and got out of the car velvet helped her brother down and walked up to the front porch “just remember he has his oxygen and keep an eye on him because he likes to take it off”

Cressida looked at the twins and then back at Vivian “I’ll make sure he keeps it on. Do they have things to entertain themselves?” Vivian nodded “yes, they have coloring books and some games to play”

Vivian and Vaughn hugged and kissed their babies before heading off and pulling out of the driveway Cressida rolled her eyes and looked at the twins “get inside and go to the room, now!!” Velvet grabbed veneers hand and walked upstairs to the room “why does she hate us so much?” Veneer asked

Velvet looked at him and shrugged “I don’t know…hey, wanna play hide and seek?” Veneers eyes lit up and nodded his head “yeah! I’ll go hide first!” He took off to find a hiding spot as velvet counted he found an extra room and decided go to into it and hide.

“…7, 8, 9, 10! Ready or not here I come!” Velvet shouted and went to search for her brother she went to look for him in the bathroom when she heard it, CRASH! She heard glass shattering and it made her jump

All of a sudden she heard Cressida yelling “SON OF A BITCH WHAT WAS THAT?!” “Uh oh..” velvet said and she went to find her brother as Cressida stormed up the stairs “where is your mistake of a brother?!” Velvet looked at her “I-i don’t know…I’m trying to find him, we’re playing hide and seek…”

Cressida groaned in anger and pushed velvet aside “MOVE I’ll find him myself!!” She walked into the extra room and flipped on the light switch and saw veneer sitting there against the wall and next to him a broken vase

“You little rat!!” She walked towards him and snatched him up by his arm “aunt Cressida I’m sorry I-i didn’t mean to!!” She raised her hand and began beating away at him. velvet watched in horror as she began hitting him “aunt Cressida stop it!!” Cressida turned around and grabbed her and threw her in the room locking the door and continued to hit veneer tears flowing down his cheeks

Velvet pulled and pulled at the door “aunt Cressida please!!” She started crying once she heard her brother screaming and pleading her to stop, she sat in the corner covering her ears and tears streaming down her face “please stop please…” all of a sudden it got quiet and velvet tip toed out.

“Vennie..?” She saw her brother laying on the floor bloodied and bruised “he’ll be fine, get up veneer so we can clean you up before your parents get here.” Cressida demanded but he didn’t move. “He’s not moving..” velvet said. Cressida looked down at her beat up nephew “veneer. Get up!”

She grabbed him and he fell limp. Cressidas eyes widened as she felt him go limp. “No..no no” Cressida began to panic as she heard their parents pulling up “mommy! Daddy!” Velvet ran down stairs and outside to her parents and hugged Vaughn “hey sweetheart, where’s your brother?” Vivian asked

Velvet looked up at them with tears flowing down her face “velvet what happened?” Vaughn asked “aunt Cressida hit veneer and now he’s not moving!! I don’t think he’s breathing!” Vaughn and Vivian’s eyes widened and they ran into Cressida’s house.

They saw Cressida pacing back and forth and Vivian looked up the stairs and saw her little boy lying in the floor motionless “what did you do?” Vivian asked. Cressida looked at her sister and remained silent. “DAMMIT ANSWER HER CRESSIDA!!” Vivian walked by and ran up the stairs and picked up her son

“Vennie…please wake up…mommy’s here” Vivian said trying to get him to wake up. He didn’t budge and tears began to flow down her face “VAUGHN CALL 911!!” He reached for his phone and called them and he looked at Cressida “I’m not done with you”

Minutes passed and the paramedics were doing CPR trying to revive him. Vivian was crying and holding velvet in her arms. The paramedics looked at their parents and shook their head “he’s gone, I’m sorry.”

Vivian started uncontrollably crying and shaking and Vaughn held her as he began to cry too the police took Cressida in handcuffs and she turned to look at them

“Wait!” Cressida said. the cops stopped in their tracks…immediately Vaughn and Vivian looked at Cressida “I’m sorry” was all she said as the cops escorted her out.

[lab1rynth]

Hey Pb, I’ve got a request for you. What were to happen if reader was able to escape from Yan! Mortician? How would he react and how soon would he find them if they had help? You can keep reader gn if you like.

Miss 🍯

YAN!MORTICIAN when you escape

It was late at night, you're beloved Mortician had been long asleep by that time. He had been so kind to you recently, moving you guys to a comfy and quaint house, where he let you roam freely and do as you pleased (with a few exceptions).

Though you had one thing in mind, even with all of the niceties, you still couldn't bring it in you to love him, so you decided tonight was the time to leave. You gently climbed out of bed, praying that your movements dont wake him as your feet finally hit the cold hard-wood floor, slightly flinching at the creaks as you set your weight down.

You hadn't planned on taking anything with you, there was nothing here you needed, your Mortician didn't even have any phones, at least not ones you know of. The clothes on your body was all you were going to take as you quietly snuck out of the room, then out of the house all together.

Once you felt the cold chill of the midnight air, you suddenly started sprinting into the deep woods that surrounded the house. You had no clue where you were going, you just sprinted until you couldn't anymore. You were not able to find your way out of the woods, sadly, it seemed as if your Mortician planned on you running away.

You sat yourself down against a tree, huffing as you tried to catch your breath. Leaning your head back against the tree behind you as you eventually felt tears wet your eyes. You were never going to get out of this, were you?

Thats all you could remember until everything went black.

You woke up once again to the sounds of shoes crunching against the earths floor, you frantically got up and started making a run for it but was quickly stopped by an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and another covering your mouth. You struggled against the arms, causing them to grow tighter, "Hush now, Pumpkin," your Mortician spoke, "If you keep struggling Im going to have to hurt you, and I dont think either of us want that."

The threat made you stop, and let out a small sob into his hand, going limp as he then picked you up over his shoulder. At this point you didn't want to fight, you knew it'd all be useless and you'd end up back and that house again. You were wasting your energy trying to run away and he had tried to remind you of that again and again. You finally decided to listen.

The walk wasn't as long as you thought it would be, only around 10 minutes. You thought you ran farther than that but apparently time slows down when you're in fear. The Mortician pushed open the door with his boot, kicking the boots off as he walked inside. He sat you down on a couch and looked you over, checking your body for any bruises or cuts before he sighed.

"Im very cross with you, Pumpkin. Not only did you try to run away from the life we've built but you could of been seriously hurt," He mumbled, before picking you up once again and bringing you to you shared room, locking the bedroom door behind him. He slipped you off of his shoulder into a small cushioned chair as you continued to just sob and go limp. He grabbed a rope from a box below the bed, trying it around your limbs to the chair, "Honey, you're gonna have to stay here until you regain my trust, alright? Im not angry, but you really hurt me with your actions and you need to think about what you've done," He spoke, his fingers holding your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"I love you, and I know deep down you love me. You're just scared, darling, and I can understand that," The Mortician kissed your forehead, moving one of his hands up to wipe away your tears, "I'll make you some of your happy food, alright? You sit here and calm down and I'll be back."

You knew he normally laced the food with anti-depressants, depending on how you've been, he'd lace the food with other medications but you caught him once with the anti-depressants so that you know for sure. There was nothing you could do about it at this point though, nothing but cry.

You were horrified, fuck, you were never gonna get out of here.