#i have over 1.5k hours in it for fucks sake

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[rinhaler]

Thinking about plug! Sukuna saying "tell me you want this princess" and "say you fucking need me bitch" desperately when you don't respond :/

I can't write him anymore in this AU bc every time they fuck I want to tell him we love him but we CAN'TTTTTTT

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, smoking weed (implied), cheating, manhandling, size difference, slight pining, spanking, degradation, dry humping, vaginal sex, pet names (princess), hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽 ++ squirting !

words: 1.5k

“What are you doing here?” you ask, attempting to close the door before he can come in. He smirks, managing to stick his foot between the door and the frame before you can shut it. “You can’t be here, Sukuna.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his way inside and making himself at home. You lock the door quickly after him, standing with your arms folded as you watch him investigate your apartment. You can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted, and it makes you wonder why he’s here at all.

“You really are a trust fund baby. Aren’t ya?” he smirks. “Here.”

Your eyes never leave him as he approaches your kitchen table, tossing a bag of weed down onto it. You stare, long enough for him to scoff as if insulted. And then you look at him, looking right back at you. There’s an expression of his face that you can’t quite read, and the silence between you builds and builds.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Weed. I thought you’d know that by now, you smoke enough of mine.” he says, it’s casual but not quite playful enough to be sincere. So you huff, folding your arms across your chest as you consider what to say next. “Don’t worry,” he starts.

“Well I am worried because you always want something from me when you give me weed.” you sigh. “Like a kiss or—”

“Heard you and Yuuji were arguing.” he interrupts you. “Thought you might need something to relax. I don’t have a motive… just trying to—”

“Trying to get your dick wet again, I’m not stupid.” you interrupt him right back. He looks at you, and this time you can read his expression clearly. There’s annoyance across his features plain as day, but you see traces of hurt, too.

Is it possible? Is it really possible for him to extend a kindness to you with no ulterior motive? It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to take seriously when you know the type of person he is. You don’t even really like each other. You’ve gone from hating each other to tolerating each other for Yuuji’s sake.

And still, you feel sorry for him.

He came all of this way, and you’ve hardly been a good host thus far. You sigh, sitting at the kitchen table. The weed must be his idea of a peace offering, so you shrug. He moves from leaning against the table to sitting on the seat opposite to you, watching you carefully as you decide what your next move is.

“I— I don’t even know how to roll.” you confess.

“… I can do it for you.”

Your laughter is infectious enough to make Sukuna laugh too. You’ve been watching old episodes of SpongeBob for an hour, and you can’t believe how long it’s been since you watched it. You always thought it was funny as a kid. But you hadn’t expected it to be even funnier as an adult.

But maybe you’re just high.

“Sukuna?” you say, it’s quiet in comparison to your laugh. But he hears it clear enough, looking down to where your head is rested in his lap. He nods to tell you to continue, but looking up at his harsh red eyes and chiselled jaw makes you nervous. “Why did you really come over?”

He clears his throat, taking a final drag of his blunt before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. His eyes can barely meet yours as he searches for the confidence to tell you the truth.

“I just wanted to see you.” he confesses.

You turn off the TV and sit upright. You’re sitting beside him, and now, he can’t take his eyes off you. A squeak leaves you as he dares to pull you closer to him, so close that you’re straddling him.

You hate yourself.

You want to kiss him.

He smirks at the little internal conflict that’s plastering itself across your face. His hands smooth up your sides, one travelling further to take a firm grasp of the back of your neck. His hold is strong, but not forceful. Just enough to keep you in place and maybe bring you closer to him and he leans in to kiss you.

And you let him.

Your lips lock and you moan as he helps you grind down onto his growing bulge. He smiles against your lips as your mouth opens just enough for him to slip you some tongue. A primal growl rips through him as he feels your warm, clothed cunt rub against him just right.

“Tell me you want this, princess.” he says quietly before kissing you again.

You don’t respond, focusing on kissing him back and getting yourself off like a horny teenager. Your hands cup his face, and you continue to roll your hips against him pathetically. Heavy breaths and wanton moans leave you as you proceed to chase the feeling and carry on giving Sukuna what he wants just as desperately.

You do want this.

Your pitiful display can attest to that.

His hands wander again to squeeze your ass, Sukuna’s own moaning at the mere feeling of your pussy soaking his sweats should be enough to make him feel ashamed. He doesn’t care, though. Not when your lips are on his and your entrance is just two layers of fabric away.

He rests his head on the back of the couch, allowing you the time to tell him. Really tell him how much you crave him.

But you don’t.

Not a single word.

His eyes grow darker, more impatient. Could he be wrong? The way you’re using him tells him otherwise, but he wants you to tell him. He needs you to. A hand spanks hard against your ass cheek before he moves it to slap you across the face.

And it shocks you.

His other hand wraps around your hair and forces you closer to him again. Noses almost touch as he looks at you like a meal to be devoured by an animal in the wild.

“Say you fucking need me, bitch.” he demands.

You can’t tell if you’re nodding on your own or if he’s doing it himself with your hair. But you crumble, for him. Spilling your desire and crumbling under his stare, admitting your deepest shame.

“I n-need you, Sukuna,” you bite your lip. “Please.”

He reaches under your skirt to move your panties aside. His patience is thin, he just wants to feel you. He quickly pulls his cock out from beneath his sweats, lining his thick tip up with your dripping hole.

“Fuck.” you gasp, eyes watering as he repeatedly dips in and out of you.

You screech as he forces you down on his length, and he grunts at the sensation of your cunt forcing itself to accommodate his girth. He’s loud, and he doesn’t care in the slightest. This is what he wanted all along.

This is always what he wants.

He helps you ride him, even fucking up into you shallowly to help hit the spongy spot deep inside that always makes you delirious. The spot only he can hit. Not some random guy. Not his little brother. Just him.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises you, noting by your pretty face and spasming cunt that you’re nearing your demise. He’s not much better, either, ready to coat your insides at any given second. He’s holding off, though. He needs you to cum first. “Let go, make a mess for daddy. Go on.”

“C-Can’t—” you tell him. The stretch is glorious and the feeling of his pretty tip battering your g-spot is perfection personified. But it’s too much. It’s too much to focus on and ground yourself to really enjoy and let yourself go. You’re struggling to take him. You can’t give him what he wants and—

He forces your little crop top up to rest beneath your collarbones, quickly sucking and kissing your nipples between his soft lips. His tongue laps at them. And God he’s wasted being a fucking drug dealer.

He should be a porn star.

He pulls away as you clamp around him, throwing your head back from the blissful feeling as your cunt soaks him. Your squirt all over him, turning light grey sweats dark as you almost scream through the feeling of your release.

The sight is more than enough to make him finish. His balls tighten and cum coats your insides as he finishes with you fully seated on his cock. Sukuna’s arms hug tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he empties himself in your womb.

He slowly continues to make out with your tits when it’s over. His energy spent but still desperate to feel you, please you, hear you in any capacity. The overstimulation drives you wild, you do all you can do wriggle away but it’s hopeless.

Sukuna is stronger than you’ll ever be, and you’ve given him full control of your body.

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[halaboyz]

did you like her in the morning?, yunho

ateez bf! yunho x fem! reader angst angst angst angst (pre-breakup) wc: 1.5k warnings: desperation idk, mentions of cheating, a whole lot of cursing, mention of k-word and d-word for the sake of the argument a/n: you voted for him YOU GOT IT ! this has two POVs, the other one (the actual arranged marriage) is here ! i think this hurts more idk !!! don't ask me ,, i alternately use jeong and yunho in the dialogues bc "jeong!!" feels a little bit more powerful and "yunho" seemed soft so don't bash my head for that !!

"...Can we talk?" Yunho calls over the phone a few minutes of silence after the line got connected. He sounded awfully serious, yet so soft-spoken.

"Of course, Love. What time do you get home?" You coo, staying calm amidst the anxiety building up. "I've also got groceries I just picked up to cook so if you want to eat something, tell me,"

"No, y/n. I meant now. Can we talk now?" You hear him sigh, and you could make out in your head that he was slightly shaking his head and massaging his forehead.

"Okay, since you seem so head-straight about it. What is it?" You surrender, putting your groceries down and sitting on the couch. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. We just need to talk," Yunho quickly shuts you down, as if he was in a rush to let everything out. "I... I'm not going home."

"..Okay? We'll see each other tomorrow night though, right?"

"No, I meant I'm not going home. Anymore." And silence. It wasn't even supported with any explanation. Any kind, any type. As if you were just to accept what he's saying.

"What do you mean, Yunho?"

"I'm not going to go home anymore, y/n. Not anymore." It was that simple. It was just like that. Told like news, and he wasn't even fazed while you were nearly on your knees to understand.

"Love, I don't understand. What do you mean you're not coming home? Hmm?" Your voice wavered as you begged for him to say something.

"I'm not going home anymore, y/n. What's so hard to understand?" He exasperatingly replies, making you furrow your brows.

"I asked what you fucking meant! Make me understand, Yunho! You can't just drop a bomb like this and act like I'm the dumb one here!" You exclaim through the phone, jumping on your feet and then going back and forth the living room and the front door. "I know we're not getting along the past few weeks but god, Yunho. Let's at least work it out,"

"I'm getting engaged, y/n." You wait. You wait, and wait, and wait. For further excuses. Further explanations. Anything. If you thought that the words 'I'm not going home anymore,' was a bomb, this was self-destruction. You shouldn't have asked, huh?

But when it was followed with nothing but silence and his sighs, you scoff in disbelief.

"...That's it?" You just... held on. He was being ridiculously funny that an insignificant, lifeless laugh comes out of you.

"Dad set us up."

"So, that's it?" You reply quickly when all he does was take his time sculpting an acceptable answer, but he was greatly failing at it. So when you replied that quickly, he doesn't try anymore. "Come home, Yunho."

"No, y/n."

"Come home and fucking explain looking at me in the eyes, Yunho. I'm not going to make any engagement happen if you're not going to come home, Jeong. So come home if you really want that and, end us. I'll even pack your things with my own two fucking hands," And you were stern. Yet you mean the other way around.

Just to prove something, you don't want him to come home. So that no engagement was going to happen in your territory. As you end the call in a hurry, you fall down to your knees as you sob, it was better to sob all by yourself than have Yunho standing in front of you in minutes, hours...

To which he is.

As you were hugging your knees, unable to move from your place on the floor leaning on the couch, you hear your front door opening to your horror.

Yunho, standing tall and mighty before you, as if he even dropped everything just to come home. To come home and end everything; to come home and ruin you.

He stared right at you, love long left his eyes. It was clear through your teary eyes, and it wasn't as hard for him to let go as it was with you.

"You want to leave so bad you really came home, huh?" A chuckle of some sort leaves your lips, wiping your tears.

"Are we going to make things hard for the both of us, y/n?" He starts, and he doesn't break eye contact as he slowly steps closer to you. Close enough to hear him better, far enough not to reach him to hold him back.

"It's not hard for me though, Yunho." You say out, coming as a whisper that shakes. "It's not hard for me holding on to you, Yunho. I've loved you all these years and we've had rough patches too, but it was never hard for me to always, always choose you."

You've come to think Yunho's silence was a tinge of hesitation, or so you hope. Because Yunho doesn't respond.

"You don't look like you're having a hard time too, only that we meant totally different things." You chuckle lifelessly, sniffing. "You don't look like you're having a hard time letting go of the woman you dated for five years."

"Y/n. Stop it. It wasn't an easy decision,"

"Wasn't an easy decision, for whom, Jeong?!" You've risen up to your feet to step closer to him and have him a good look of your disheveled appearance. "You're twenty-five for fuck's sake! Would your dad kill you if you went against him for once?!"

Your pushes were harsh and so you wanted it to be painful as well. But god you wished these number of pushes that hurt him amounted to the pain you were also carrying.

"Would you die if you fought for us once, Jeong?!" Yunho tries grabbing your arms but you only broke away. "You gave them the right of the decision, but how about me, Jeong?! How about me?! Am I invisible or something?! Because for all I know, I'm still fucking here!" Falling to your demise as your knees hit the floor once again.

And Yunho just watches.

"...I'm still here, Yunho..." Your hands grab his index finger ever so desperately to hold on to him. It was like hanging to your life. Because everyone knows he was your life. He was someone you'd choose a hundred times over, return to earth for, and die a million times for.

Yet he can't do anything for you. He can't fight for you, he can't stay for you, he can't.

"I wish you'd fight for us like how I do, Yunho..." You sob helplessly, leaning your forehead into his hand that you held.

Yunho watches. Just watches. You had no idea how he felt, or what he was thinking. You don't even get to think about that. You were overwhelmed with your own, so how could you even think of him now?

"We were meant to end this way or that way, y/n," Yunho mumbles, head turning to his side to avoid looking at you.

"...So you took the way you'd ruin me best," You nod unknowingly, hands slowly slipping away from his finger. "Okay."

Yunho looks at you, and how your hands slowly dropped.

"Leave." It barely leaves your lips. You don't want him to, of course, but you were done.

You were done fighting for someone who can't do the same for you. You were done holding on to something you're only slipping away on.

With courage, you meet his eyes once again as you stretch your neck up in dejection. And for the first time when Yunho step inside your shared apartment, you saw emotion in his eyes.

That is, of empathy.

He looked at you as if you were such a pitiful thing, in denial of what he made you.

In ruins. Who was taking each of her broken parts and hugging it all in desperation to keep it and everything together.

He made you like that. And now was he thinking that this is the reason why he took the easy way out.

Because if you took much longer to stay, to find more reasons to love each other, and someday just find you or Yunho in this position of yours, in despair, in shambles, and probably much even worse, he'll take the easy way out. He always will.

And you didn't deserve that now, nor will you ever.

"Leave," So you glue all your broken parts and glare at the man you loved, you once ever so loved, stern in tone and harsh in glare. "And like I said, I'll even pack all of your things for you. So leave, Jeong."

You may or may not have, still, prayed for him to stay. For the last one.

But when he doesn't, and your met with his back scrambling to the front door and closing it, you can't help another surge of tears flow as your broken parts get much more broken than it was before.

So much for gluing it back together for a mere thirty seconds.

He left in thirty seconds.

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[whore4abby]

cookies 2; dbf!abby anderson

part 1

warnings; older!abby, smut - fingering (r!recieving), masturbating (reader), mdni

wc; 1.5k

secrets and side-eyes;

she’s your dad’s best friend for fucks sake, you shouldn't be feeling this way about a woman 20 years older than you, but yet here you are silently pining after her and avoiding her like the damn plague that you’re desperate not to catch. staying cooped up in your room with the lame excuse of ‘homework’ whenever she came over to watch a game with your dad. catching glimpses of her as you leave the safe confinements of your bedroom and sneak down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, your heart almost stopping and you eyes widening immediately when she makes eye contact, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, showing her delight in making you flustered.

abby looks up at you and raises an eyebrow as she sees you walk into the living room, ”hey, honey~” she says casually, but there’s an undertone of something more in her voice. she leans forward and places her elbows on her knees, her blown-out eyes trail down your body hungrily. a hint of a cocky smirk curls at the corner of her lips. the sexual tension between you two is extremely evident and you can’t help but squirm a little under her gaze as her eyes linger on you for a little too long.

“hey…abby….” you try and speak as nonchalantly as possible, but the words seem to snag in your throat as she’s practically undressing you with her eyes, probably thinking about bending you over the nearest counter and fucking you dumb until you can’t walk straight.

“come and watch a movie with us…” your dad doesn’t seem to notice abby staring and smiles happily. he’s sitting in his trusty old, leather la-z-boy recliner, leaving you no other choice but to sit next to abby on the tiny beige two seater sofa. fuck that. you have better things to do than to endure some mind-numbingly shitty movie for the rest of the night.

“dad i would love to, but…i got stuff to work on…” you sigh softly in frustration, talking in a mildly exasperated tone as you're absolutely insistent on not sitting next to abby. but you truly would rather work on a bullshit project than sit beside her for two hours.

“cmon, kiddo….i hardly spend time with you anymore.” your dad looks at you with a hint of sadness showing on his face and you can’t help but feel a wave of guilt. because its true, being so busy with college and the relentless studying and countless assignments doesn't leave you much time to spend with him these days.

“ugh…fine…”your shoulders slump in defeat and you pout as you walk over to sit beside abby. you squeeze in next to her, her thick thighs pressing into yours as she manspreads even further, obviously getting a kick out of this.

you instinctively reach for a nearby fuzzy blanket to cover up your bare thighs, mentally cursing yourself for wearing such small pyjama shorts in front of her. abby notices you trying to cover up your legs and a smug, knowing smile spreads across her lips, she crosses her arms and leans back into the couch, pushing her knees out even further and bumping them into your legs which only heightens the ongoing tension between the both of you.

you catch onto her act but don’t acknowledge her subtle clues at all, choosing to continue watching the television quietly. after a little while you can feel the weight of her gaze on you again and you turn your head slightly to look at her curiously from the corner of your eye and see her staring at you intently, almost as if she’s studying you somehow.

you turn your head fully and your eyes lock with hers but you don't say anything as your father is still in the room and it makes things unbearably awkward. but despite the growing tension, abby doesn't give a single fuck that he's sitting right there as she slips her hand under the blanket and traces an intricate pattern with her fingertips across the flesh of your thighs.

“you're so naughty… letting me touch you like this while your daddy's in the room~” she whispers into your ear as she slips her hand beneath your soft cotton shorts. you’re thankful for your dad being utterly engrossed in the movie and the booming sound effects making it impossible for anyone but you to hear her words but you still feel so embarrassed of the way your body is reacting to her lewd touch.

the crotch of your shorts is practically sopping wet by the time she gets her hands to where you need her most. she smirks when she feels that you aren't wearing any panties, this new revelation seeming to amuse her. she ever so slightly brushes the pad of her middle finger across your clit, making you bite your lip harshly to stop yourself from making any noise.

she continues to tease you, rubbing tiny circles over your clit before dragging her fingers down through your folds to thrust into your soaked slit, before dragging them back out, evoking a gasp from you.

this back and forth continues for what feels like forever until you're so wet its almost dripping down your thighs and you have to resist the urge to start bucking your hips up into her. the movie quickly comes to an end and she reluctantly drags her hand out of your shorts and rests it back on her own leg. her fingers are still shiny with your slick, glistening in the dim light, your eyes widen as she subtly puts them in her mouth to suck them clean with an air of pride.

you quickly spring up from your seat as soon as the credits start rolling, “i’m really tired, i’m sorry…” you lie, adding in a faux yawn to hopefully fool your dad into letting you leave. your father looks over at you and nods, “of course, you should go to bed. i’ll see you in the morning.” you smile and say your goodnights to both your dad and abby before retreating back up the stairs. the stickiness on your inner thighs reminding you of the feeling of abby’s hand on your cunt just mere minutes ago.

you quickly close your bedroom door behind you, relishing in the silence and security. the room is cozy, decorated with soft colors, from the lavender walls, to the soft white sheets on your comfy bed with plushies and various stuffed animals sitting neatly against the fluffy throw pillows.

you walk over to your bed and collapse down onto it, the lingering wetness of your shorts pressing against your throbbing pussy. you close your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it's no use. your body is still hot and trembling from all the excitement that abby had brought upon you. and as much as you try to ignore it, that familiar ache between your thighs keeps growing stronger and harder to ignore by the minute, leaving you helplessly longing for a release.

you hand drifts down into your shorts to slowly touch yourself, the memories of what happened earlier still floating around in your mind. your shaky fingers glide over your pussy, still soaked from all the attention abby gave you. barely audible moans leave your lips as you rub through your delicate folds before mimicking the rhythmic movements of abby’s fingers on your clit. your mind is filled with nothing but dirty thoughts about abby and it makes it harder to resist your orgasm.

your breathing becomes ragged and your hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious friction that’s pushing you over the edge. your fingers start to move faster, frantically rubbing across your swollen clit and it isn't long before you're cumming, covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers and desperately refraining from crying out her name.

thinking only of the lingering and vivid memory of abby's fingers inside you and how good they stretched you out as you bite your lip and come down from your high, still feeling so aroused but so ashamed at the same time. you feel like such a pervert for thinking about abby this way but she seems so comfortable in this new situationship that’s unfolded between the two of you and it's as if all the existing boundaries been completely erased since that odd afternoon in the kitchen.

you get into bed with a strange sense of guilt lingering over you as you close your eyes tightly, as if trying to forget about everything that happened between the two of you. you lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, the experiences with abby feeling so surreal almost dream-like, and you’re not even quite sure how to process it all.

all you know for sure is that this changes everything between the two of you and it exceeds way beyond a fleeting infatuation or a silly crush on your end.

[w2soneshots]

Oblivious -W2S

words: 1.5k

warnings: light smut, alcohol consumption.

summary: you realise that you and Harry aren’t ‘just friends’

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user29368103: HARRYS COMMENT!!??

Today I'm having a party to celebrate my new apartment and the entire group: Josh and Freya, Simon and Talia, Ethan and Faith, Vik, JJ, Tobi and Harry are all coming. I've already brought a load of alcohol, plastic cups and a speaker (since I accidentally left my last one at my old place). I met everyone through Talia, we've been best friends since high school so when she met Simon I began being invited to parties and eventually just became apart of the group. When Faith met Ethan around two years ago she immediately fit right in and we quickly became great friends, I was there for her during her entire pregnancy with Olive (who is staying at Faith's mum's house tonight so the couple can have fun) and always offer to look after the toddler whenever needs be.

The party begins at 7:00 o'clock so I began getting ready at around 5. I straightened my hair, applied some makeup and got dressed into a nude, lacy body suit along with some low waisted blue jeans and some matching nude heels. I then took some pics for insta and by the time I was finished it was 6:45. I dimmed the lights slightly, turned on the speaker and began playing the loud music from my phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I quickly traveled towards it and swung it open to reveal Simon, Talia and JJ. With a big smile I led them into the room "come on in!" "First here ya know!" JJ said loudly. "Ye because you came with us you're usually late." Simon stated with a chuckle. "Oi low it fam!" JJ retaliated.

Freya and Josh arrived soon after then Tobi, Ethan and Faith, Vik and finally Harry. Once everyone was here the fun really began. With the music blasting, drinks in everyone's hands (except Tobi's) all four of us girls stood in a circle dancing drunkenly. I glanced over to the boys who were all sat on and around my couch, I caught Harry's eyes. I smiled sweetly at him and he returned it.

A few minutes later I decided to go to the bathroom. Once I was in there I quickly fixed up my makeup and washed some of the sticky alcohol off my arm from where Talia had accidentally spilled her drink. As I opened the door to leave, while trying to manoeuvre one of my heels so it wasn't digging into my foot, I banged directly into Harry. "Shit, sorry!" he blurted out. I laughed "it's fine, I should have been watching when I was going!" As I looked up at him properly I noticed that he was looking at me slightly differently. I smiled "What?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, nothing." he said and moved around me to enter the bathroom. "Strange?" I thought, but I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back into the living room/kitchen.

After a few hours once almost everyone was pissed we decided it'd be fun to play truth or dare. We all sat around the on the couch, floor or extra chairs brought from the kitchen area into the circle we'd created. When everyone was sat we began. "Me first!" JJ shouted throwing his hand into the air. "Go on then." Josh said. "Ok... Simon truth or dare?" JJ shouted once again. Simon rolled his eyes "for fuck sake, truth." JJ giggled mischievously "have you ever done anal?" Talia grimaced "yes." Simon said glancing over to Talia who now sat with her head in her hands, embarrassed.

The game continued and the questions and dares just got worse... "Vik, truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Dare." Vik replied. "Umm... I dare you to do a shot of... sambuca and tomato sauce." Ethan said confidently. We all turned to stare at him "uh, what?" I said and we all burst out laughing, our drunkenness making it hilarious. "I wasn't expecting tomato sauce!" Josh said through laughter. Vik did the shot and it looked absolutely disgusting.

Once it finally became my turn Faith asked "y/n, truth or dare?". I sighed "truth." She thought for a moment "ok, have you ever had a sex dream about anyone here?" My eyes widened, I wasn't expecting Faith to ask a question like that. I looked around the room. I'm sure no one will remember this tomorrow anyway... "yes I have." I blushed and grabbed a pillow to cover my face. I heard a few gasps "no fucking way... who?" Freya questioned. "Wasn't part of the question." I mumbled into the pillow. When everyone calmed down I removed my face from the pillow and quickly moved on to someone else, "Tal your turn."

After Talia it came back to JJ "wait Harry hasn't been!" he stated. "Bog truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Truth." he said simply. "Have you ever thought about any one here as more than a friend?" Ethan said jokingly gesturing to himself. "Yes." he said. Everyone quickly looked at him and he looked shocked at himself. "Who?" Ethan questioned even though there was realistically only person it could be... me, assuming he's not gay or has a crush on one of his friends birds, but surely not right? I mean I guess he's been a little more complementary lately and there's been a few weird looks, I've caught him staring a few times, he's been commenting on my posts, his breath hitched strangely once when I lent over him to grab my phone... oh. my. fuck.

"Who?" I said seriously, standing up. He just stared. The room fell silent and my heart sunk. I left the room and entered my bedroom. I feel really weird right now, how could I be so oblivious. I was sat on my bed with my head in my hands when there was a knock on the door, "y/n, It's us can we come in?" I heard Faith say from the other side of the door. I sighed slightly in relief "come in!" I said. The door creaked open and Talia, Freya and Faith walked into the room. Freya and Faith sat ether side of me on the bed and Tal squatted in front of me. "Surely you knew?" Talia said. "No, now I think about it I don't know how I didn't notice." I said. "Do you like him?" Faith asked putting emphasis on the "you" and "him". I inhaled "I dunno... maybe?" All three girls jumped slightly "you do!" Freya shouted. I shushed her "they'll hear you!" I said.

After a few minutes once I'd calmed down I said "I should really speak to him." They all nodded "do you want me to go get him?" Tal asked. I nodded, now nervous. They left and a few minutes later Harry stood at my door "come in." I said looking up at him from the bed. He shut the door behind him and sat next to me. "Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was gonna talk to you I just couldn't find the right time-" he started. "You don't need to apologise." I said looking up to him through my eyelashes. Our eyes looked, something washed over me (probably drunk confidence) and I leaned forward connecting our lips. He froze slightly at first but quickly melted into it. My hands roamed through his hair as his stayed firmly at my waist. I removed one of my hands from his hair and placed it onto his hand, I moved his hand so it rested on my ass.

He pulled me forward slightly so I swung my leg over him so I sat on his lap. He groaned quietly when I sat. With both his hands now firmly on my ass I pulled away "Wait." He furrowed his brows "did I do something wrong?" I laughed slightly "no, just give me two seconds." I said and jumped off of him. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Everyone looked to me, I smiled lightly then leaned down so my mouth was close to Talia's ear. "Harry's gonna stay so can you get everyone to leave?" I whispered so only she could hear. She widened her eyes at me then nodded. I smiled then ran back towards the bedroom.

The smile stayed on my face as I sat back on Harry's lap "there gone." I said with my hands around his neck. He smirked then stood from the bed with me in his arms. He lay on the bed with me under him. "Just for the record, that sex dream was about you." I whispered and his eyes closed as he let out a deep sort of growl.

[mmmichyyy]

a.u.gust 2023 - day 4: teacher(s)

1.5k words of shop teacher!mickey & school nurse!ian @gallavichthings 🖤 posted on ao3 too!

Faculty meetings are–in Mickey’s opinion–the bane of his entire existence. Completely unnecessary, redundant, a total bore. Just send it in an email for god’s sake. Especially when the meetings are scheduled at the ungodly hour of eight on Monday mornings, an entire half an hour before he usually arrives at school. Well, twenty-nine minutes, to be exact - if the first class starts at eight-thirty and it takes him a minute to rush from the parking lot to the shop classroom, then he’ll show up right as the bell rings, not a minute more.

Except the new bright-eyed and bushy-tailed principal went to some new-age educational conference over the summer and came back brimming with ideas of bonding and connecting amongst faculty members. How important it was to foster a community and create an open forum and a safe space for communication–her words, not Mickey’s. 

As if any of the underpaid teachers give a flying fuck about any of that. None of them would've gone to the first meeting and continued to attend week after week without the bribe of free bagels and the not-so-subtle suggestion of possibly taking away the one good vending machine from the teacher’s lounge. The threat of losing easily accessible corn nuts and milk duds really was the reason why every person working at this underfunded Southside high school had to suffer through thirty minutes of mandatory torture every week. 

Mickey worked there for two years and never laid eyes on half the staff at the school or knew anyone’s name until these meetings. He stays in the shop classroom all day, makes sure none of the students drill a hole through their hand or cut themselves on a hacksaw, then goes home. But now, everyone from the basketball coach to the art teacher to even the goddamn janitor had to attend and endure the principal babbling about upcoming school events and ways to improve the school–like time and resources aren’t already limited as it is. 

What a colossal waste of time, Mickey grumbles to himself, as he strolls through the main doors of the school after smashing snooze multiple times on his alarm clock and begrudgingly getting his ass out of bed. 

At least his on-the-fritz coffee machine decided to work today, or else he may be prone to commit murder without caffeine this early in his system. 

But to Mickey’s luck, he doesn’t get two steps into the foyer before slipping on an invisible wet patch on the linoleum floor, crashing forward into what his mind registers for a split-second as a moving wall, which he practically bounces off of, if it's even possible to bounce off a solid surface. The impact causes him to stumble backwards and nearly collide against the glass trophy display case. 

“Fu– watch where you’re going!” 

“Oh shit, are you okay??” 

Mickey rolls his shoulders with a groan. Just as he’s about to unleash hell, he looks up to a pair of worried green eyes staring right at him. Turns out the walls aren’t out to get him - not this time at least - it’s a person. Not just any person, a man who is built like a fucking brick barricade with a firm taut body and fierce red hair that nearly causes Mickey’s jaw to drop in surprise.

“Uh…” Words. What are words? He didn’t hit his head, did he? Why can’t his mind form coherent thoughts?

Unaware of Mickey’s temporary brain daze, the redhead continues to ramble in an apologetic voice, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been blocking the entrance, it’s my first day and I’m a bit lost–”

“It’s fine,” Mickey mumbles, cutting the guy off. Not that he cares if he’s late to the faculty meeting, but he needs to not be here right now. But before he can make a quick exit–

“Do you know where the teacher’s lounge is?” 

Huh. A new teacher. With a body like that? Probably another meathead coach, Mickey thinks. To save his ego from continuing to make a fool of himself, Mickey wordlessly nods towards the east hallway, silently signalling the man to follow him. The man does, a bit too enthusiastically, much to Mickey’s chagrin.

Mickey hopes Clifford the Big Red Dog isn’t a talker. The teacher’s lounge is at the end of the hall around the corner and there’s only so much conversation Mickey can handle early in the morning. Especially after sustaining a possible phantom head injury. Especially after almost falling flat on his face in front of someone who looks like that.

But you know what they say about hope - it breeds eternal misery.

“Never thought I’d be back at high school,” the man chuckles. “But I saw the job posting online and thought, what the hell? Might be fun.”

Fun is definitely not the word Mickey would use to describe working at a high school. The very high school he dropped out from, actually. Life has a twisted sense of humour sometimes, but he’s made his peace with his current reality a long time ago.

“Are you a teacher here?” the man presses on.

Mickey grunts as a response. Quickens his pace, but the man doesn’t take the hint.

“What do you teach?” 

Only a few steps left... 

“Shop class.”

“Oh cool! I’m the new–” 

“There you are, Mr. Milkovich.” Ms. Tinsley, the principal, peeks her head out of the door to the teacher’s lounge. Looks behind Mickey and beams. “And Mr. Gallagher! I’m glad you’re here, I was starting to worry you might’ve gotten lost.”

Gallagher? Mickey furrows his brows. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but then again - half the Irish population in Chicago probably has the same last name. 

“I was, but then I bumped into Mr. Milkovich here and he led the way.” Gallagher flashes Mickey a grin, and Mickey tries to ignore the somersault flip inside his chest. “Hope I’m not too late.”

Ms. Tinsley shakes her head. “You’re just in time, I was just about to start the meeting.” She turns to Mickey. “Mr. Gallagher here is replacing Mrs. Farris since she’s gone into early retirement. Fell down the stairs and broke her hip, the poor thing. ” 

Retirement? Mickey doesn’t remember seeing any of the sports coaches being geriatric enough to retire. Or maybe he’s not paying enough attention to the stupid faculty meetings.

Seeing the confusion on his face, Ms. Tinsley adds, “Mrs. Farris, the school nurse.” 

A lightbulb clicks in Mickey’s head. Must’ve been the grouchy old woman with the Q-tip head and a permanent scowl on her face he used to see roaming the halls. He just assumed it was someone’s grandma who had gotten loose from the senior home and got her rocks off yelling at anyone in her way. Did the old bat fall down the stairs or was she pushed? The latter seems more plausible.

“Anyway,” Ms. Tinsley continues, “Mr. Gallagher here will be taking over as the new school nurse. I might get him to teach a couple health classes too, god knows these crazy kids need proper sex health education!” Both she and Gallagher laugh while Mickey cringes.

“I’d be glad to,” Gallagher replies with a smile. Glances at Mickey out of the corner of his eye. “Sex education is very important.”

No. Not today. Nope. Mickey slips past the principal through the door and quickly plops down on his usual seat in the back corner, silently praying the heat he feels under his skin isn’t reflective of how red his cheeks are. What the hell has gotten into him? 

And because the universe is fucking with him, the only empty seat left is directly beside him. Mickey stares straight ahead and pointedly avoids Gallagher’s gaze as the principal starts the meeting.

“First thing on the agenda: the school bake sale! Who wants to volunteer?”

“Hey,” Gallagher whispers in a low voice, so only Mickey can hear him above the surrounding chatter, “my first name’s Ian by the way.” Leans in close, hot breath fanning Mickey’s ear, sending a shiver down Mickey’s spine. “Maybe you can show me around sometime?”

Mickey should ignore him. Ian. Pretend to be fascinated by fundraisers or pep rallies or whatever the fuck Ms. Tinsley is droning on about. Definitely not focus on the hopeful tone in his voice. Tell Ian to fuck off and leave him alone, like everyone else in the school has learned to do.

But maybe Mickey woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Or the right one? Or he’s in an alternate reality? Or maybe someone drugged his coffee this morning? 

Or maybe it’s his lucky day?

Because against his better judgement, Mickey angles his head to the side. Pretends to be nonchalant and shrugs in agreement. Tries to bite down his own smile from seeing the way Ian’s face entirely lights up, all eager and warm and full of light.

Maybe eternal misery isn’t the only outcome to spring from hope.

[x-just-another-fanfic-writer-x]

In Another Universe

Chapter 3

Summary: Jane collects her little brother from jail, but their night goes from bad to worse

Word count: 1.5k

Read on AO3

Three hours. It took three fucking hours for her to get Tommy bailed from jail. He was right, it was a fucking madhouse in there. People screaming, crying, going on about some virus that’s making people crazy. Jane can’t believe what’s going wrong in the world. She hopes Steven’s still asleep, that he hasn’t noticed her absence. The last thing she wants is him to be worrying about her. She’ll go get a cake first thing in the morning, and pancake mix too. They can watch the movie wide awake, munching on cake and pancakes and whatever the hell else Steven wants. She’ll make it up to him.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy starts as they walk out the doors of the county jail.

“Don’t,” Jane says with a tone of finality.

“It won’t happen again,” he continues.

“Damn straight it won’t,” Jane agrees, turning around to confront him in the parking lot. “How many times have I done this, Tommy? How many times?”

“Too many,” her little brother mutters.

“I’m tired of being your second mom, Tommy.”

“You’re not my-”

“Sure feels like it sometimes,” Jane cuts him off. Noise of a commotion filters through the station’s doors, but Jane ignores it. “You’re in your thirties for Christ sake, you can’t keep doin’ this shit,” she continues. Tommy glances back towards the doors, and Jane swears she hears a woman screaming. She shakes her head, she’s too damn tired for this. “Let’s just get home, we can talk about this in the morning.”

She continues the walk to the truck just as a loud bang echoes across the parking lot, making her jump. She turns to see the station burst wide open, a long stream of people running out. Escaped criminals? Wait- why are they all screaming?

“Get to the truck,” Tommy instructs. Jane hears the fear in his tone.

“What’s wrong?” her heart begins to pound.

“I knew something was not right when I was in there. Get to the truck, I’ll explain on the way." Jane doesn’t need to be told twice, she jogs back to where she parked the vehicle. “Hand me the keys,” Tommy demands. Jane gives him a look. “I’m fine, I had one beer, that’s all,” he insists. She huffs and throws the keys to him, not wasting time arguing. She slams the door behind her as she gets in the passenger side.

“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” she rounds on him as he starts the engine. 

“Whilst I was in that cell there were people who looked sick but they were like, movin’ strange. Officers tried moving them to another cell but one of them attacked and the whole force rained down hell on ‘em, they should have died but they didn’t. They carried on screaming, growling. It took so many bullets to kick ‘em down, Jane. It was a bullet to the head that did it,” he mutters the last sentence quietly as he speeds out the lot and down the familiar Austin roads. 

“And you saw that?”

“Not exactly, but I heard it through down the corrid- shit!” Tommy swerves to avoid hitting a pedestrian running across the road. 

“Watch where you’re going!" she scolds. 

“She came out of nowhere!” he shouts back. 

“Shoulda driven myself,” Jane mutters disapprovingly.

“What the fuck…”

Jane follows Tommy’s gaze towards a man running half naked through the streets. Jesus, he looks rabid. The man growls, running so fast he trips over his own feet, then gets back up again with such staccato movements that it’s almost… unnatural. 

“Tommy, go back to the house,” Jane hears her voice wobble.

“What?”

“Steven! Go back to mine! Now!” she growls as she slams the radio on, searching for the news channel. Tommy revs the engine, putting his foot on the gas as much as the vehicle can take.

“-officials have declared a state of emergency. The Federal Disaster Response Agency is now working to counter the effects of the virus. It is highly contagious, and deadly. Citizens are advised to stay in your homes. Lock your doors. Do not enter cities-”

“Jesus Christ,” she pants.

“Fuckin’ knew it.” 

“You got your rifle?” 

“In the back.”

“Good, you're gonna need it.”

When they finally arrive on their street, a small figure runs onto the sidewalk by the house. No, not a figure. It's Jane’s fucking kid. Relief floods through her as Tommy brakes hard. The truck screeches to a stop and Jane leaps out immediately, armed with a wrench.

“Get in the truck! Right now!” she orders. “Move!” she shouts when Steven’s movements are too slow, grabbing his arms to encourage him to move. A snarl erupts from the house adjacent to theirs and Jane pushes her son ahead towards the open car door. In her peripheral, she clocks Tommy walking around the truck, the rifle in his hands.

Their elderly neighbor, Nana, comes tumbling from the open door in an unsettling, bone crunching, manner, then collapses onto the front patio.

Steven was supposed to go to the Adlers this evening... She sent him there. She sent him to the virus. Jane pushes the idea that if he died it would be on her from her mind, and holds the wrench in her right hand, ready to defend her family at all costs.

She walks apprehensively towards the old woman who raises her head with a snap, wheezing as she starts to crawl closer to them. Within an instant Nana gets on all fours to push herself up to her full height then runs straight at her. Moving just like the others they saw on their way over here.

“What are we doin’ Jane?!” Tommy shouts, no doubt his gun already aimed. Jane backs away initially before using the momentum to launch the wrench at Nana, whacking her in the chest. Her body thuds to the ground at the same time she hears Steven gasp. Nana doesn’t move as Jane looks down at the sight she created. Tommy walks over, gun still aimed at the body. Blood drips from the weapon and Jane drops it to the ground, realizing what she’s just done.

She looks up to see Tommy’s gaze shift from her to behind, to Steven. Jane turns to face her little boy who’s looking down at the body, down at the murder she just committed. He looks up at her with his stupidly big eyes as a lone tear falls down his cheek, his mouth parted. Her insides crawl. Jane reaches her son in two paces, crouching down slightly to his level. She cradles his face in her hands.

“You killed her,” Steven starts.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” she says as she pulls him in close, one arm around his waist, the other around the back of his head, holding onto him tightly. She'd do anything to protect her child.

“Jane, we gotta go,” Tommy says as she lets go. She crouches down to just below Steven’s level again to cradle his face once more as she stares deep into his eyes.

“Steven, listen to me. It’s not just the Adlers,” Steven’s brows pull together in panic. “But we’re gonna be brave and we’re gonna get outta this.”

A green explosion from her right stops her in her reassuring tracks. She instinctively pulls Steven closer to her, shielding his face away from the direction of the blast. 

“Hey. Let’s go. Come on,” Tommy says as he quick marches to the driver's door. Jane puts a hand behind Steven’s back and guides him to the truck. 

“Get in,” she instructs as she opens the door and half pushes him inside before closing it behind. She’s reaching for her own when she notices a woman walking towards them from the house opposite, a lit torch in hand.

“Jane?” the female says. She side steps to the hood of the truck to get a better look.

“Denise, you get back inside the house!” she growls as she aggressively points her finger towards the female in question’s property. “You lock your doors! Now!”

“C’mon, c’mon, get in!” Tommy shouts from inside the vehicle as Jane makes her way inside to join him. She slams her door shut as Tommy drives a full 180 U turn in their cul-de-sac, the tires screeching loudly as another explosion goes off in the distance. The headlights illuminate two more infected in the street. Wait is that-?

“Get your seat belt on,” she instructs Steven. Jane fights off the panic that rises at the possibility Steven had to fight off all of the Alders by himself.

“Hold on,” Tommy says gravely before launching ahead, the engine roaring as the truck rushes towards Mr. Adler. They hit him side on.

“Jesus Christ, Jane!” she hears Denise shout as further explosions go off in the distance. Jane ignores it. They gotta focus on themselves now.

[darkbluekies]

A lot of jealousy filled yandere one shot please!!,,,been craving for some jealousy lately.

Jealousy makes people blind

Yandere!king OC x fem reader

Summary: you have to join in on the king's meeting, but the others gazes towards you makes the meeting end in blood.

Warnings: killing, beheading, blood, jealousy, obsessive behavior, yandere themes

Word count: 1.5k

A king who has everything and can get whatever he desires should be satisfied, shouldn’t he? Wrong. Edmund is greedy and violent and he’ll not stop fighting until he gets what he wants. Like how he got you. You can still see the horrific scene from when he forced you to marry him when you close your eyes, all the blood covering the floor, all the bodies. It hasn't disappeared yet. Uncleanable stains in the carpets and a metallic scent in the air is still prominent in the ballroom. You don't go there anymore. 

Edmund is currently rummaging through the chamber after his brooches. He would lose his own head if it weren't attached to his neck. Weirdly enough, he never seems to lose you or his wedding ring?

"Where the fuck are they?!" he shouts and rips the pillow that's right beside you off the bed. "I know I put them here somewhere!"

You should probably tell him that you put the brooches in your bedside table drawer. They were scattered across the floor yesterday and you knew that if they disappeared, he'd get one of his tantrums … so you put it in your drawer for safe keeping. He notices how you flinch when he rips the paraffin lamp down on the floor and quickly comes back to his senses. He crawls up on the bed and cups your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, love", he says softly. "I didn’t mean to scare you. Have you seen my brooches? I have to find them before the meeting."

Kings from other kingdoms are coming to the castle to discuss peace and alliance. And you have to join since you're now the queen.

"I put them away in my bedside table drawer …", you say shyly. 

"Why did you do that?"

"T-They were lying on the floor yesterday. I was scared they'd break or disappear."

All anger runs off his face and he gives you a relieved smile before kissing your lips.

"What would I do without you, hm?" he smiles and opens your drawer, finding the two jeweled brooches inside. "Thank you, my love."

You follow the small jewelry as he clips it onto his expensive clothing.

"You should make yourself ready too", Edmund says. "Although I'm not happy that you have to join my meeting because you have no reason to engage in politics … I'll accept it."

"Please don't do anything stupid."

"I won't do anything stupid. But if the other kings suggest something stupid, I will behead them and burn their castle to the ground!"

"That's not how you have a civilized discussion."

"I know. I don't care. If the court had not suggested that I invite them over to talk, they'd have stormed the castle!" He cups your cheeks. "I won't let anything happen to you." He lets go and starts walking back and forth again. "So now I have to argue with these pigs about my territory! For heaven's sake! It's my territory! They have no right to take it! And now we should compromise for whatever reasons I don't have the energy to care about!"

"Edmund. Calm down."

He sighs and nods.

"Fine", he agrees. "Okay, get ready now so we can get this over with. Afterwards, you and I are going to take a nap."

"I'd like to go to the library actually …", you say.

"No. We're going to nap."

You sigh and fight the urge to roll your eyes.

An hour later, you and Edmund walk through the castle hand in hand, escorted by royal guards. Edmund always holds you close whenever someone is around, whether it be a man or a woman. You are his and no one else can be trusted. Every woman in the kingdom dreams of being in your position and jealousy can make a person do horrible stuff.

They walk into the meeting room and see the other three kings sitting around the round table. They have scars over their faces and look more masculine than any man you’ve ever seen before. They remind you of vikings. Without noticing, you squeeze Edmund’s hand tighter. He smiles at you and kisses your temple. The other three kings stand up to shake your hand, but Edmund stops your hand before you can touch them. 

“Don’t touch my wife”, he says coldly. “Don’t even look at her. If she has to be here, then you’re not going to look at her.”

They laugh awkwardly and sit down again. You immediately feel out of place once they start discussing. Edmund’s hand is squeezing yours under the table, his grip growing tighter and tighter each minute. You give him a worried glance. 

“You’re hurting me”, you whisper. 

He sighs out and lightens his grip. He lifts up your intervened hands to his lips and kisses your fingers. You notice how the other kings gazes glance over to you and Edmund. Edmund notices. Before you have time to stop him, he shoots them dark eyes. 

“I told you not to look at her”, he says warningly. “Y/N, go outside.”

Your blood goes cold. You take a harder grip on Edmunds hand, a silent plea to make him realize what he’s going to do. 

“Go outside”, he tells you, giving you a small push towards the door. 

You understand that if you don’t listen to him, you’ll have to relive the day that has made you sleepless at night. Involuntarily, you stand up and make your way out the door. Edmund closes it behind you. You only have time to see his maniatic eyes before the door separates you. Edmund turns to the three kings and pulls out his sword from his belt. If there’s one thing Edmund can handle, it’s his sword.

“I told you not to look at her”, he says deeply and swings the sword around to give them a scare. “I told you not to look at my property. She’s mine. I’ve killed for her before and I will do it again.”

“Your majesty, we didn’t mean any disrespect to your beautiful wife”, one of the kings say slowly, holding his hands out in front of him. “Put down the weapon.”

“Beautiful, huh?” Edmund’s eyes are crazed and his heart is pounding too fast, too loud. He swings his sword. “Get down on your knees. Now.”

The other king gulps and slowly sinks down on the floor. Edmund puts the point of the sword to the man’s throat. 

“You’re right”, he says darkly. “My wife is beautiful. The most beautiful woman in this entire world. But you shouldn't look at her. You shouldn’t tell me that she’s beautiful. I can see that for myself. You probably have some real nasty thoughts about my wife, don’t you?” Edmund lets the glare move over to the other two men. “You do too. Why wouldn’t you? My wife is wonderful. But you’re not her husband. I am. She’s mine. Only mine.”

With that said, he swings the sword and the kneeling king’s head in front of him falls down to the wooden floor with a ‘thump’ while the body falls to the other side. Edmund stares down at the head, heavily breathing. He should feel bad, shouldn’t he? He thinks he should. But he doesn’t. 

“You two”, he says and points the bloody sword towards the remaining kings. “Anything you want to say about my wife, hm? Want to say how beautiful she is? How you wished she was yours? Continue wish upon a fucking star. She’s not going anywhere.”

He loses composition of himself and swings his sword left to right, slicing whatever piece of meat he can get a hold of. Once he notices that none of the men are standing anymore, he drops his sword and walks to the door. He finds you sitting outside, curled up in a ball with your back against the wall and hiding your face down in your knees. You look up once he comes out and his heart stops at the sight of your tears. He remembers how you were crying at the masquerade he held three months ago. You were so pretty then and he loved to see you so vulnerable. Whatever this is … he hates it. You have a look in your eyes that you didn’t have that night. Last time, your eyes softened once you saw the king … this time they go wide. You’re afraid of him. 

“Shh, shh”, he whispers and sinks down on his knees by your side. He cups your wet cheeks, stroking the skin with his thumbs. “Don’t cry, everything is okay now.”

“L-Let me go!” you sob while trying to push him away with your hands and turn your face away.

“It’s okay, my love.”

“I hate you!”

“I know my jealousy can be frightening, I know, okay?” He kisses your nose. “But it keeps you safe! It reassures our relationship! No one should break us apart!” He rests his forehead against yours. “Oh, I love you so much, my queen. I can’t live without you!”

You’re a sobbing mess in his hands. He tries holding you together, making sure that the pieces of you don’t fall apart. You’re squirming against him as if you were mad yourself.

“I’m protecting you”, Edmund says but you don’t know if it is to reassure you or reassure himself. 

You close your eyes and sob. Jealousy can make a person do horrible stuff.

[elliesslvt]

ellie williams x fem! drunk reader (modern au)

ʚĭɞೃ author's note: i like the idea of ellie taking care of her drunk significant other, so i added a twist to it! cherry by chromatics really sets the vibes of this fic so i think you should listen to while reading :P

ʚĭɞೃ description/warning: 1.5k words; black fem! reader (but anyone can read), pet names (babe,baby, princess (like once)), modern au, pure fluff, brat-ish reader, abby is your ex, reader got cheated on, two idiots in love, heavy drinking, best friends in love.

if you'd known your ex-girlfriend who cheated on you would’ve been at the bar you usually go to get drinks at tonight, you wouldn’t have stepped out of the house. it didn’t help that she was with the girl she cheated on you with. 

you nursed your margarita through your straw and wished the earth would swallow you whole. you tried your best to ignore them, as you were losing count on how many drinks you’d ordered. 

you wore a tight black dress with a pair of heels that were now aching your feet. once you decided you had enough of watching them suck each other's faces, you stumbled your way to the bathroom. as you were looking in the mirror, abby entered without the girl she had just been making out with.

“w-what’re you doing here, abby?” you hiccuped.

“i came to enjoy a drink with my girlfriend, is that so wrong y/n?”

“oh yeah, with the girl you cheated on me with, how could i forget?”

“c'mon, don’t be like that, y/n.”

“are you serious? you know what, fuck you, abby!” you exited the bathroom hastily to make your way back to the bar. you knew it wasn’t smart, but you ordered a few more drinks anyway. you hated how abby had no remorse for cheating on you. you were in love with her at one point, and she threw everything away like those three years were nothing to her.

pulling your phone from your purse, you drunkenly called the one person you knew deep down would be able to comfort you: your best friend, whom you have loved for years but were too afraid to admit for the sake of the friendship.

“hey y/n, it’s 2 a.m. this better be an emergency.” despite being drunk, you knew she just woke up from how groggy her voice was.

“i hate h-her. i ha-ate her. i don’t even know why i dated her el. i should’ve listened to you, el.” you sobbed into your phone.

you looked pathetic crying at the bar alone. your makeup, which you took hours to apply before coming, was ruined.

“listen to me, y/n, abby doesn’t fucking deserve your tears okay, you’re beautiful inside and out, and she’s going to regret it in the future, trust me.”

“o-okay.” you hiccuped, nodding your head as if she could see you.

“where are you anyway? it’s pretty loud over there.”

“i-i’m at a bar el.”

“fuck y/n, i’m coming to get you, babe. don’t you dare move; stay put, okay?”

ellie was so grateful hat you two shared locations or she would’ve had to search every bar in the area until she found you.

“mhm.” 

after ellie hung up, your favorite song began blasting on the dance floor, which caused you to instinctively get up and head towards the dance floor despite crying a few minutes ago.

while abby and her girlfriend were now sitting at the bar, abby admired the way your body swayed wildly while her new girlfriend stared in disgust.

“how could you ever have dated someone like her?”

“i don’t know, it just happened,” abby said, watching the way your hips swayed on the dance floor.

as the loud music continued to blast through the speakers, you continued to sway your hips and swing your arms in the air. a man came behind you while you were dancing, but you were too drunk to care.

as the dj began playing more slow songs, you felt someone harshly shove the man that was behind you away from you. “what the fuck bitch!” you heard the man scream at the person.

“what’d you say to me?” you looked over your shoulder to see ellie walking up to the man.

“you heard me,” ellie sneered.

“e-ellie, you’re h-here!” you spoke, stepping between her and the man. 

the man took this as his chance to find another girl to dance with before things escalated between him and the girl that shoved him.

ellie admired the way the black dress your wore clung to the shape of your body. though your makeup had been ruined by your tears ellie still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

your beauty caused her to forget about the man behind you immediately when she laid eyes on you.

 “hey babe, let’s get you home. you reek of alcohol.” she tugged at your wrist softly as she guided you towards the parking lot. 

as ellie dragged you out of the bar to her parking spot, you realized how uncomfortable the heels you chose to wear actually were. 

“my feet h-hurt,” you whined. 

“why do you always wear these crazy foot contraptions?”

“because they’re cute el, d-duh.” 

ellie shook her head at your remark. she found a bench in the parking lot and sat you down. she kneeled in front of you to take the heels off your feet, then turned around and ushered you to hop on her back. 

“you owe me for this lifetime and the next, i swear.” you hopped onto her back and wrapped your legs around her waist. “you’re the best, e-ellie.” you rested your head on her shoulder as she carried you to her car. 

once ellie made it to her car, she opened the passenger seat door and placed you gently inside the car. she made sure to buckle you up before she closed the door. 

“i don’t want to go home,” you said, barely above a whisper.

you knew if you went home, you’d cry yourself to sleep and feel ten times worse in the morning. 

“where do you want to go, babe, it’s 3am?”

“can I sleep at your place tonight, please?”

“alright.”

as ellie made her way back to her apartment, she could hear your faint snores from the passenger seat. she chuckled to herself as your mouth was agape and your head leaned towards the window. “so cute,” she whispered to herself. 

once ellie’s car was parked she carried you towards her apartment door as you dozed off in her arms. after locking her door she placed you softly on her couch then went to find you a clean pair of her boxers and t-shirt to sleep in.

“babe, wake up; you've got to change and take your makeup off,” she said softly, tapping your shoulder.

“leave me alone,” you groaned.

“damnit y/n get up!”

at the sound of her stern voice, you got up immediately. “fucking fine ellie.” you said, snatching the clothes from her. 

you didn’t mean to have an attitude, but you were drained. you wanted nothing more than for your head to hit a pillow. once you changed,  you made your way to ellie’s bedroom, where ellie was lying with her torso flat on the bed and her legs thrown over the edge. “nope, nope, we gotta’ brush your teeth and take your makeup off. you’d kill me in the morning if i let you fall asleep in it.”

you fought back the urge to cry as ellie guided you to her bath;oom, all you wanted to do was sleep. you sat on the counter as ellie used a spare brush to brush your teeth. staring up at her, you wished that you’d dated her instead of abby. when you started dating abby, it took ellie a while to get used to seeing her best friend, whom she had always had a crush on, dating someone else. you two were too stubborn to admit that you guys loved each other more than friends loved each other.

“spit princess,”  after her demand you spit out the excess toothpaste in the sink.

“okay, next makeup. i don’t have all the fancy shit you use, but i have coconut oil, a cleanser, and a moisturizer.”

“w-whatever hurry, ellie i’m sleepy.”

“you’re such a brat.”

“and you’re mean.” you were sticking your tongue out childishly. 

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“don’t roll your fucking eyes at me, y/n.” you immediately regretted your rolling eyes at ellie because you knew how much it pissed her off.

“m’sorry.” 

“it’s okay, just sit still so we can get this over with and go to bed.”

a couple of minutes later, ellie finished cleansing your face.

ellie then grabbed your bonnet from her drawer that you’d use every time you’d stayed over and placed it on your head.

“can i finally go to sleep now?”

“yes, you big baby, come on.”

once you got in bed, you rubbed your legs across ellie’s soft sheets. you scooted closer to ellie. you couldn’t resist the urge to cuddle her until you fell asleep. and of course she welcomed you with open arms.

“you okay?” 

she asked, alluding to you crying to her on the phone earlier. “yeah, i just hate that i didn’t listen to you when you told me she wasn’t the one for me.” 

ellie’s face began to redden because of how close in proximity you guys were, even though she’d been in this position with you numerous times. she didn’t know how much longer she could hide her love for you. with each day that she spent with you, she could feel herself falling harder for you, and she was scared.

“el are you okay?”

“yeah, sorry, i’m fine, let’s go to bed.”

“okay, goodnight i l-love you.” you said drunkenly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

to ellie this “i love you.” sounded different than all the ones you told her before. she stared at you with wide eyes before she decided to brush it off and go to sleep.

“goodnight babe, i love you more.”

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Scream for me

Genre: smut, filthy smut Words: 4.274 Prompt: soft dom Jaemin x female reader Warnings: fingering, lots of dirty talk, hair pulling, squirting, subspace?, impact play, multiple orgasms (f), oral (m), mirror sex, generally absolute filth, unprotected sex, creampie, is it considered semi-public if Jaemin’s friends are next door?, Jaemin is the aftercare king, Renjun is done with Jaemin

A/N: The drabble from my 1.5k event is now a fic! Simmi, I hope you’re happy that you essentially created this I have no idea how I wrote this... I opened this doc with a nice glass of wine and now it’s 3 hours later and the glass is empty and all I remember is that I wrote absolute filth...

Taglist: @bigbrainenergytingz, @ncteaxhoe​, @sly-merlin​

“Jaemin,” you whispered, cuddling closer to your boyfriend. “What is it baby?” He smiled, gently pressing a kiss to your temple. “I-,” you quickly let your eyes dart around the room but his friends seemed all to be focused on whatever movie they had put on to watch. “Tell me,” Jaemin urged you on, concern visible in his eyes. “I- I want to cum please,” you whispered in his ear, feeling blood rush to your face. “Oh?” he just grinned widely, wiggling his eyebrows, “Is my baby horny?” “Yes,” you whined. “What’s gotten you so turned on baby?” Jaemin rasped, drawing mindless shapes onto the exposed skin of your thigh, gently raking his nails over the sensitive inside. “I don’t know,” you breathed, “Just. You.” “Just me?” He giggled quietly. You weren’t even lying. It wasn’t like he was wearing anything special tonight. But somehow his white shirt seemed to cling to his shoulders a little differently than usual, extenuating his strong chest and how broad he really was. His grey sweatpants had hung extra low on his hips and you were about 80% sure he wasn’t even wearing boxers beneath them which had already send your mind reeling since not too long ago Jaemin had asked you how you would feel about semi-public sex.

“Please Jaemin do something,” you whined lowly when all he did was rile you up even further. “You’re so naughty babygirl, my friends are right here.” “Then take me away please.” “And then? What would you want me to do baby?” “I-“ Yeah. What did you want him to do? It was almost embarrassing how far gone you already felt with just a few fleeting touches and your own imagination running wild. But right now you just wanted his fingers touching you where you actually needed it, where you were aching for it. “Your fingers. I want your fingers,” you chose to say, watching Jaemin attentively to see his big eyes darken. “And where do you want them baby?” “Inside me.”

“Can you two shut up for fucks sake? Some of us are actually trying to watch this movie,” Renjun suddenly piped up, throwing you a dirty look when he saw how you two had just naturally gravitated towards each other. “And keep it PG for once, I am begging.” You were about to apologize to Renjun for disturbing him and the others, shame burning at the back of your neck for being so goddamn horny for no apparent reason. “You know what? I think we’ll call it a night, don’t mind us,” Jaemin said instead, getting up from the sofa, pulling you with him. “Yeah, go do the dirty in your room,” Chenle rolled his eyes before snatching the bowl of snacks from a starstuck Jisung. “We might just do that,” your boyfriend grinned, wiggling his eyebrows widely. “You owe me 20 Mark,” Jeno just said, holding out his hand towards the elder while you felt like your head might explode from the amount of blood rushing into it. “Bro, I had faith in you,” Mark groaned, throwing an accusing look towards Jaemin and you, “What happened to bros before hoes?” “Well first of all my girlfriend is a fine lady and not a hoe,” Jaemin clarified, pulling you against his chest by your waist, “And second we seven see each other almost every day, so suck it up, hyung. Turn up the volume a bit.”

With that he just pulled you down the hallway and into his room where he didn’t waste another second before connecting your lips in a deep kiss that you immediately let yourself fall into, a moan spilling past your lips. “You’re driving me insane baby,” Jaemin groaned, his hands finding home in your hair to tug on the strands how he knew you liked to expose your neck to him so he could suck and nip at the tender skin. “Jaemin,” you moaned his name, feeling the arousal that had simmered lowly beneath your skin flare up everywhere he was touching you. “Let’s get you out of this, hm?” He chuckled once he was satisfied with the color of the love bites over your pulse and playfully slapped your ass before sliding his palms inside your shorts to squeeze your ass. Moaning loudly, you just nodded and let him free you of the opposing fabric, leaving you in just your panties and shirt. “You too,” you demanded, pawing at his chest. “What baby wants, baby gets,” Jaemin smiled, quickly pulling his shirt over his head to expose the smooth panes of his chest, completely unblemished. As if reading your mind, he gently took your chin between his fingers to make you look him in the eyes. “You can’t mark me tonight, I have schedules coming up,” he told you, using his stern voice so he knew you wouldn’t be disobeying, “No hickeys.” “Okay,” you breathed, completely captured by seeing how easy your boyfriend slipped into his dominant persona. “Tell me your safeword baby.” “Dream,” you dutifully recited even though you had yet to even come close to using it, “How should I address you tonight?” “My beautiful doll,” Jaemin smiled, “Always so well mannered. You can call me whatever you want.” “Okay,” you breathed again, feeling your knees buckle. “You still want my fingers?” “So badly,” you moaned, rubbing your legs together to get at least some kind of relief. “So naughty,” he chuckled, slapping your thigh once to get you to stop, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. “Sit down in front of the mirror for me, pretty,” he ordered next, nodding towards the full length mirror next to his bed.

Doing as you were told, you watched Jaemin rummage through his closet before he pulled out a towel with a devious grin on his lips that had your blood both rushing to your head and to your core. “Hips up, baby,” he rasped once he had sat down behind you. Following his commands, he quickly slipped the towel beneath you, “I’ll make you feel so good baby.” He promised darkly, hooking your legs over his so you were all spread out for him, his hands back to teasing your things and this time you let out the strangled whine you had to contain in the living room. “Please touch me Jaemin.” “Always so polite,” he chuckled, slipping his hands beneath your shirt to roughly grab your boobs, knowing you hadn’t bothered with a bra. “Shit,” you cursed lowly, letting your eyes flutter shut to fully enjoy the attention he was giving you, listening to the filth he was muttering into your ear. Slowly he let one of his hands travel down your body again while the other was pinching and teasing your nipples. He shortly stopped to play with the waistband of your panties until you let out another whine that made him chuckle. “You want it that bad?” “So bad, Jaemin,” you confirmed, eyes hooded as you met his dark gaze in the mirror, “Want them inside.”

“Let’s see about that,” he just grinned but reached inside your panties anyways, slowly dragging his fingers through your wet folds. “You’re so wet for me already.” “I told you I needed you,” you whined. “Hey, no need to get sassy with me,” he scowled, gently slapping your core twice. “I’m sorry,” you immediately apologized, holding back the moan that was threatening to spill because you knew he only would make fun of you for it and you knew that if he started to degrade you now, your mind would go straight down the gutter. “I’ll let it slide since you’ve been so good, baby,” Jaemin purred, slowly circling your clit with his now slicked fingers, making you sob out because you finally had some kind of stimulation. “So good,” you let him know even though his pace was maddeningly slow. “Yeah? Does that feel good? You’re so wet for me already baby. You’re going to make such a big mess, I already know it. Aren’t you? Will you show me how big of a mess you can make for me?”

“Jaemin,” you whined, his words making your head spin, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. “What is it baby?” He all but giggled like his hand wasn’t stuffed into your panties and his fingers weren’t moving on your clit in a maddening slow pace. “Please,” you hiccupped, not knowing if you should lean into the tough or shy away from it against his chest. “But you said you wanted to cum on my fingers,” Jaemin cooed, “And what baby wants, baby gets.” “But it’s not enough.” “Not enough? Then you should have said so.” With that he increased the pressure and circled your sensitive bundle of nerves faster, making you squirm between his spread legs. “Jaemin~” you moaned loudly, closing your eyes when his gaze was becoming too intense. “That good baby?” He rasped, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your exposed neck. “So good.”

“But I know what my baby would like even better.” Before you could even think of an answer, Jaemin sunk two of his fingers into your weeping core right up until the knuckle, having you gasp and trash in his hold from the sudden stimulation. Keeping the heel of his palm firmly pressed to your clit, he skillfully moved his fingers inside you, pressing into your sweet spot so deliciously he had you moaning and screaming his name. The thought that his friends were just a couple of meters away in the living room watching a movie had completely slipped your mind by now.

“Jaem- I-” another loud moan cut off anything you wanted to say. “I know baby. I want you to cum for me and I know you want too, just let loose baby,” Jaemin purred in your ear and that really did it for you, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. Your vision went white as you screamed his name, your thighs clamping shut around him, twitching violently as your release covered his fingers and seeped through your panties, soiling them and the towel Jaemin had put beneath you, full on intending to make you squirt for him.

“Hmm, you did so well baby,” your boyfriend praised you, gently slapping your core to hear how wet you were, “Did that feel good?” “Hmm,” you hummed, opening your eyes once your orgasm had worn off, mind still hazy, “Want another one.” “On my fingers?” “Please.” “What baby wants, baby gets,” Jaemin mused, pulling your soaked panties to the side to sink his fingers back into you, the sound so obscene both of you let out twin moans.

“I’ll make you nice and wet so you’re ready for my cock,” he growled, the muscles in his arm flexing as he expertly curled his fingers into your sweet spot, lighting your nerve endings on fire. “Nana,” you whined, dragging out the second syllable. “Do you want my cock baby?” “Yes,” you hiccupped, tightly squeezing your eyes shut. “You want me to fuck your messy pussy? Hm? Are my fingers not enough for you?” “Nana please,” you cried out, feeling another orgasm already approaching fast. “I asked you a question,” he growled, pulling his fingers out to messily rub your core, spreading your wetness around before he harshly pressed down on your clit to have you mewl and thrash in his hold. “Yes, yes, yes,” you sobbed, feeling tears prickle at the corners of your eyes,” Yes I want your cock. Want to cum on your cock so badly.” “Now was that so hard?” Jaemin asked but before you could even think about answering, he had thrust three of his fingers back inside you, fucking them inside you quickly. If you were any more lucid you would have seen how his dark eyes were fixated to where they were continuously disappearing inside you through the mirror and heard how the squelching sounds got louder and louder the closer you got to your orgasm.  

“Yes, that’s it,” Jaemin guided you through your orgasm as a silent scream fell from your lips when he pulled his fingers out and instead rubbed your clit to guide you through it as your release completely soaked the towel now as well as dirtying the mirror, droplets running down the smooth surface. Breathing harshly, you collapsed in his arms, all tension seeping from your bones and your mind beautifully numb. “You still with me baby?” Jaemin lowly asked, soothingly stroking his clean hand through your hair and peppering every inch of skin he could reach with little kisses, “You did so well for me baby. You squirted so much for me.” “Nana, want your cock now please,” your slurred, sluggishly moving in his hold to paw at his pants that had shown a sizable bulge for a while now. “Baby, don’t overdo it.” “I want it, Nana,” you scowled, your lips pulling into a pout, “I can cum even more for you.” “Fuck, baby,” Jaemin cursed, manhandling you so you were now turned around between his spread knees, your head nuzzling into his crotch. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that you were slipping deeper and deeper into your submissive state but you couldn’t care less when Jaemin was with you, pulling down his sweats to reveal his hard cock, already turning an angry red shade and shiny with precum.

Like the good girl you were, you arched your back for him and opened your jaw wide, your tongue lolling out. Cursing, Jaemin stroked his weeping length a couple of times, torn between looking at your blissed out face or your messy, core through the mirror. “Please let me suck your cock, Nana,” you whined, finding it incredibly unfair that he was just sitting there, jerking off while you were desperate to have his cock inside you. It didn’t even matter if he would fuck your mouth or your pussy, you just wanted to be good for him so he could cum as well. “Of course, baby,” he groaned, cupping your face to bury his hand in the hair at your nape to pull you down on him, “Pinch me if it’s too much.” With that he finally pushed his cock past your lips, the bitter taste of precum almost immediately hitting your taste buds, making you moan around his length. Jaemin slowly pushed you further and further, not letting up until your nose was pressed to his pubic bone and your throat was fluttering around him. “You feel so good, baby, fuck,” he cursed, holding you down for a couple of seconds before completely pulling you off by your hair, the pain in your scalp somewhat grounding you and preventing you from flowing off too far. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed you next before he pushed you down again, quicker this time, making you gag and retch around him which only made him moan louder, reveling in your struggle and the tears running down your cheeks as he fucked your throat. “You’re a mess,” he chuckled when he completely pulled you off again, slapping his cock against the tear tracks on your face.

“Only for Nana,” you slurred, surprised by hoarse you already sounded. “That’s right,” Jaemin growled, “Are you going to let me fuck your pretty pussy next?” “Yes,” you whined loudly, your core clenching around nothing. “Are you going to squirt for me again baby? Just from my cock?” “Please make me squirt again,” you begged instead of a real answer. “What baby wants, baby gets,” he darkly promised, grabbing the base of his dick tightly to starve off his own orgasm, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last long.

“Then turn around for me pretty baby. And I want you to never stop looking at yourself,” he commanded, helping you to move your body to his wishes, your knees on the towel and your back arched so you were presenting your core to him. Another low curse spilled past his lips when he saw your glistening core clench around nothing, your thighs a mess where your release had dripped down. “I’ll fuck you now baby. And I don’t want you to hold back. Let all of them know how good my cock makes you feel,” Jaemin rasped, teasing your core with the head of his cock. “Yes, Nana,” you promised, somewhere remembering that his friends were most definitely able to hear you scream for your boyfriend. But you were too aroused and too far in to actually feel any shame when thinking about that. Instead it only turned you on more, making a deep moan fall from your lips. “Does my baby like that? Making my friends know how good I’m fucking you? Making them jealous they can’t have you so needy for them?” “Nana please,” you whined loudly, wiggling your ass at him. “Answer me,” he demanded, bringing his palm down on your asscheek twice in quick succession. “Yes, Nana,” you cried out, the tears you were trying to hold back spilling over again. “Oooh,” Jaemin just cooed, “Is my baby already crying over my cock? “Please fuck me Nana. Need you inside me. Want you to fill me up,” you begged.

“Then be a good girl and scream for me,” he rasped darkly before fucking into you in one swift movement, the pleasurable pain taking you by surprise and making your thighs shake. If it wasn’t for Jaemin’s iron grip on your hips, you were sure your legs would have given out. “Don’t hold back,” he reminded you again before he started to piston his hips in a punishing rhythm right from the start, the squelching noises still loud despite all of the moans and other sounds of pleasure you let out as you pillowed your head on your folded arms, just letting Jaemin use you like he wanted while watching your own fucked out state through the dirtied mirror. “You’re so fucking wet,” he cursed, shifting on his knees until he had found the right angle to make you mewl again, your body twitching away from the intense feeling. “Take what I am fucking giving you,” he growled, landing another slap on your already pulsating asscheek. “Yes, Nana,” you sobbed out even though you had lost all control over your body, only able to feel the intense pleasure Jaemin’s sharp thrusts to your sweet spot were giving you.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you warned him, panting loudly. “Me too,” he groaned, stretching to push a hand to your neck to hold you down for him, using the extra leverage to drill into so hard, you were sure you felt it somewhere in your stomach. “Nana, Nana, Nana,” you chanted his name like a mantra, climbing in pitch with every syllable. “Cum for me, doll. Cum on my fucking cock,” Jaemin growled and how were you supposed to deny him? With a scream louder than any of the previous ones you felt your whole body convulse as your vision blacked out, the only thing grounding you, the grip Jaemin had on you as your muscles fluttered around him, your release staining the ground beneath you and Jaemin’s lower body as he kept fucking you through your orgasm until he moaned loudly and buried himself deep inside you as he hit his peak as well, painting your walls white.

Once he let go of you, your thighs really did give out and you collapsed onto the thoroughly soaked through towel, vaguely registering the mess of fluids slowly seeping from your core. But you couldn’t care less as you tried to even out both your breathing and your furiously beating heart.

As always, Jaemin was the first one who came back to, gently running a hand up and down your back. “You with me baby?” He asked, his voice softer than it had been all evening and all you could muster was a low hum. “Words, baby.” “Yes,” you said after some difficulties, your mouth suddenly feeling so dry like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days. “You did so well baby,” Jaemin praised you as he gently kneaded your muscles, his own voice still sounding breathy. “Thank you, Nana,” you smiled, trying really hard to open your eyes as you were overcome by the strong urge to see your boyfriend. “Nana,” you whined in distress when your eyelids just weren’t listening to you, staying shut. “Sssh,” he immediately soothed you and pulled you up against his chest so you could feel that he was still with you and not just a distant voice in your foggy mind, “I’m here baby.” He gently stroked through your messy hair and pressed kisses everywhere he could reach, making you feel incredibly loved and cherished.

“Baby, look up for me please,” he gently spoke after a while and even if you still didn’t have it in you to open your eyes, you did as you were told. “Thank you baby, now drink something for me please.” Where he suddenly had gotten a waterbottle from was beyond you, but you weren’t complaining as he tipped the bottle to your lips and the cold liquid slipped down your dry throat, a moan bubbling up at the feeling. “Thank you Nana,” you sighed once he deemed you had drunk enough and cuddled into his still naked chest. “Baby I have to clean us two up,” he explained next, “Do you want to have a bath?” “No,” you whined, “Don’t want to move.” Chuckling, Jaemin pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m afraid you need to.” “No.” “I won’t leave you alone,” he promised and that immediately calmed you down again. “Really quick?” “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

You honestly didn’t catch much of what was happening in the bathroom, only remembering the sound of the shower and Jaemin’s low and soothing voice. He had rubbed your favorite lotion into the skin of your legs, the smell engulfing you like a cloud and after he had gotten you to drink some more, he had put you in one of his big shirts and tucked you into his bed. Cuddling into the blanket, you heard him promise that he would be right back before he shuffled around the room. To clean up your mess, your conscience that had seemed to come back to you helpfully supplied. “Jaemin?” You asked into the silence once you couldn’t hear him move anymore. “I’m here baby,” he immediately reassured you, the bed dipping down next to you. Still with great difficulty, you managed to open your eyes to see him fondly smile down at you, his hair still damp and messy and dressed in a new set of shirt and pants. “Hey baby.” “Did I do good?” You shyly asked. If it was even possible, his features softened even more. “You did better than I could have ever asked for,” he reassured you before slipping onto the mattress next to you, pulling you against his chest. Only then did you realize that the only light in the room came from the blue light of Jaemin’s phone screen. “Who are you texting this late?” You curiously asked, a yawn interrupting you. “The groupchat,” he shrugged it off, “Just the usual death threats.” “Death threats?” You shot up from his chest, the sudden movement making your head momentarily spin. “We weren’t exactly quiet,” Jaemin grinned, watching in fascination how it finally dawned upon you that his friends must have heard basically all of your whining, screaming, begging, moaning and sobbing, the mortification settling in.

“Oh my god,” you whined, hiding your heated face in Jaemin’s chest that was shaking with his laughter, “I can never look them in the eye again.” “Renjun is pretty furious,” your boyfriend oh-so-helpfully supplied, earning himself a slap on his arm, “Not like they didn’t already know we weren’t exactly vanilla.” “Knowing and witnessing are two completely different things, Na Jaemin.” “Not the full legal name,” Jaemin whined loudly, throwing his arms up in defeat. “Show me the messages,” you demanded.

From: Renjun You’re paying for the bottle of bleach I need to cleanse my ears.

From: Mark You have scarred the children for life And me. Primarily me. Dude. Damn. You kinky motherfucker

From: Jeno I have heard things I can never unhear Our friendship will never be the same...

From: Donghyuck At least she didn’t call him daddy or something

From: Renjun DO NOT ADD ONTO THIS TRAUMA LEE DONGHYUCK

You didn’t dare to scroll further down as Renjun let out his anger in texts riddled with typos and keysmashes that the others kept making fun of rather than talking about the traumatic experience he had had. “They’re not going to judge you, princess,” Jaemin reassured you, gently kissing your lips, “I on the other hand will probably not hear the end of this for a while. Totally worth it though.” “Don’t say it like that,” you whined and hit his chest again before cuddling into his embrace. “I love you, you know that?” “I love you too, Nana,” you smiled, feeling safe and content like you only felt in Jaemin’s arms, your eyes falling shut again.

From: Renjun Oh now he’s reading our messages. Traumatic, Jaemin. T-r-a-u-m-a-t-i-c. Skarring.

From: Donghyuck *scarring

From: Renjun I will skin you in your slep

From: Chenle *sleep

From: Mark Why are you still awake??

From: Chenle I am literally an adult??

To: Dreamies Glad you all enjoyed the show. Now shut up, or we’ll go for round two ;)

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Warnings: mild violence, gun play, coercion, non-con, dub-con, degrading and fingering

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cursed under your breath as you continued to run down the darkened hallway like your life depended on it. Honestly, it might have.

You couldn't hear the other woman but you knew she was close by. She was stealthy, agile, professional. You weren't any of that. You were simply someone who had been in the wrong place at wrong time a long time ago that had led you down the criminal road. You shouldn't have been there - in that building, with her. You were a good person. But the woman hunting you didn't care about that.

The hallway was getting too dark to see more than a few inches infront of you and you had no idea where you were. You didn't know the building layout well. You had only been there a couple of times before. But you has an unnerving feeling the other woman knew the layout like the back of her hand.

Each time your feet slapped against the concrete floor you became increasingly aware of how much noise you were making. Combined with your heavy breathing and muttered curses, you were practically sending up a flare signal.

You finally glimpsed a small light up ahead and as you got closer realised it was light spilling out from the cracks behind a door. Everyone had left in such a hurry it was no surprise a light had been left on somewhere. You felt reassured at the knowledge the electricity of the building hadn't been cut entirely.

You opened the door as little as possible in hopes it wouldn't be noticed by the woman, where ever she was. You put your back to the door and closed your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing, imagining yourself to be anywhere else.

When you opened your eyes again you saw you were in the main office of the building. It looked as though it had been ransacked. Probably everyone trying to dispose of any evidence when they were alerted to the woman's arrival.

The main desk was overturned as were the filing cabinets. Drawers and papers were scattered across the carpeted floor along with the occasional cigarette amongst them.

With a shaky breath, you stepped away from the door and to the a cabinet that was still standing. You lowered it as slowly as you could to the floor which was considerably hard with your lack of body strength.

You stepped back and deemed the barricade enough for the time being before you searched the room for a light switch so the woman wouldn't notice the room the sake way you had.

But your breath caught in your throat when you cane face to face with the woman you had been running and hiding from for hours. She crept out from behind the desk with a handgun pointed right at you, a stoic look upon her face when your eyes met.

You knew she would have no issue killing you, that your only hope was to cooperate with her so you slowly raised your shaking hands up.

"Against the wall." She demanded. You turned around and put your hands flat against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut when you heard her heavy boots approaching you. You had briefly caught sight of her when she arrived. You saw how she soundlessly crept up behind men to snap their necks. She was being deliberately loud. She was trying to scare you. And it was working.

"It's taken me an annoyingly long time to catch you." She spoke against your ear, her warm breath feeling like fire against your vulnerable neck. "You just keep squirming away." She continued to taunt as she roughly grabbed your left hand from the wall and pinned it behind your back, slamming you against the cold wall as she did so. You grunted and she chuckled quietly behind you.

"It'll make it much more enjoyable to but a bullet in your head." Your eyes widened and your breathing sped up as panic spread through you like wildfire.

When Yelena grabbed your other wrist you found yourself kicking out in defiance, not ready to sign your death warrant. You kicked at her legs behind you and while she narrowly avoided you, her grip faltered letting you break free and stumble sideways.

You leaped behind the fallen desk as you heard gun shots being fired, non of them hitting you. You waited for her to get closer before you reached up to smack the gun out of her hands and in response she slapped you. She fucking slapped you. Of all the attacks she could have gone with that was certainly the one you expected the least. But it was a bloody good one.

You spun around and fell to the ground from the force of the slap. Once you got your bearings you looked up to see the blonde approaching you with quick heavy steps again and the gun back in her hands.

You started to kick your feet out to back yourself away from the woman who was staring down at you in frustration and a hint of something else. You tried to get back up onto you feet but she shoved you down once, twice, three times, until she straddled your waist and held the gun up to your head.

You whimpered and closed your eyes in terror as Yelena gripped your chin in her hand to hold your head still. You waited to hear the gun shot. Or rather not hear it but be greeted by whatever followed death. You expected something. Not the excruciating silence that came.

You tentatively opened your eyes and saw Yelena's grey ones studying your features like you were a rare artifact. Your breathing was shaking as you stared back at her.

"You're so nervous." She pointed out in general interest.

"You're holding a gun to my head." You said shakily.

"I am." She noted. Then a smile that you certainly didn't trust crept onto her lips. "So you'll do what I say, won't you?"

When you didn't respond she pinned both your hands above your head with one hand and lowered herself down so her face was inches above yours.

"You're going to behave for me, printsessa. You're going to be so good for me." She husked as she stared down at you hungrily. You nodded your head silently, wanting whatever she had planned to be done and over with, the anticipation was killing you.

"Use your words." She whispered against your neck.

"Yes." You whispered back making the blonde grin.

Her surprisingly soft lips met your neck gently at first. You almost sighed under the contact until she sucked harshly on the skin there. You bit your lip to muffle a moan and wasn't even aware of Yelena's wandering hands, not even when they were undoing your zipper.

But when her hand slipped under your jeans and rubber harshly over your clit you bucked your hips up before you even knew what was happening. In response, Yelena dropped the gun and brought her hand up to your neck. Her fingers wrapped around it tightly and slammed your head back against the hard floor.

"Mommy." It slipped out so easily and so suddenly even Yelena faulted. But she soon recovered and squeezed down on your neck, hoping to hear the title again. You squirmed underneath her in shame and wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Oh? You like this, slut? You like when your mommy puts you back in your place?" You moaned in response despite your mind's inner protests.

Yelena's fingers dipped further and a throaty moan came from her when she felt how wet you were through your panties.

"Such a fucking whore." She spat and moved your panties aside to roughly thrust two fingers inside you, setting an instantly overwhelming pace.

"Mommy." You moaned again and went to bring her closer but you were reminded of her strong grip on your wrists.

Her fingers curled inside you with each thrust that brought you more and more pleasure. She fingered you in earnest, knowing that everytime she thrust back into your pussy her palm pressed against your throbbing clit.

"So fucking wet." Yelena groaned as she pushed a third finger into you. Your moans grew louder and your breathing became raged as you approaching your high.

"I can feel you clenching around me, slut. You want to cum?"

"Please!" You begged shamelessly, only wanting to release. "Please make me cum." Yelena grinned down at you as she curled her fingers again and watched your face contort in pleasure.

"Cum for me, slut." She ordered and that was all it took to send you over the edge. Yelena fucked you through your high and preened as she felt you coat her fingers with your cum.

"You know." Yelena mused as she pulled her fingers out to marvel in the mess you made while you lay tired and defeated. "I might just have to keep you."

[junova]

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𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ your boyfriend, your first love found some himself owing a lot of money to the wrong man. thankfully for his sake, you're just what the mobster was looking for.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ mobster!ari levinson x fem! reader, bucky barnes x fem!reader (past/kindof)

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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 18+ ONLY, slight chocking, sexual degradation, anal oral (female recieving), penetration, unprotected sex, oral sex, voyeriusm, squirting, this is truly pnp, abuse of power? if that's not obvious

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ this fic purely stemed from my love for ari levinson and the sexual tension between me and one of my coworkers — he has a dump truck and tattoos aka im in love and i want to fuck him <3 ... aka it's whore hours <3

He was enjoying being balls deep inside you, tits pressed against the glass as your boyfriend watched you get truly fucked. His cock makes you sing like you never really have before, not that’d your boyfriend seen at the very least.

Sure, the sex was good but never like this. The moans leaving your sinful lips had only been brought out by Ari’s animalistic behavior. The ruthless pace he set didn’t help either. His rough hands bruising your hips as he drowned himself in your cunt.

You shouldn’t love it so much, even if it originally started as paying a debt your boyfriend created. The older mobster came to collect what he was owed, but instead found something much more valuable.

Now? You were drunk on his cock and couldn’t get enough of it. “Do you ever fuck her this good? Or is it just me she loves to get fucked by?” Tormenting him was Ari’s favorite thing. Made him feel even more powerful than he already was.

The man who loved you was helpless as he watched you grow louder and louder chanting Ari’s name like a fucking prayer. “Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you? Being so good for daddy as your pathetic, fucking boyfriend watches.” Somehow, he quickened his pace, not even knowing how it was possible to escalate from what he was already giving you.

Not that you were complaining.

“You’re getting so close aren’t you? I can feel it, baby.” He stopped pounding for a second, pulling himself all the way out, just his tip inside before slamming into you with full force. “Oh my god, don’t fucking stop. Daddy, please.” Pushing out your ass for him, before he repeated the process again.

“Turn around, baby.” He pulled out of you so he could pick you up, your soft naked body wrapped around his waist as he walked past your boyfriend seated on the love seat.

Practically throwing you on the bed he found himself buried in your pussy once again, legs bent over his shoulders as he fucked over and into you.

Hands smoothing over your shaking thighs as your eyes might his own. “God, you love my cock just like this don’t you? Buried so deep in you, can’t even remember your own name.”

“Daddy, fuck, I want to come. I wanna be your good little slut.” Tears flowing down your cheeks because it just felt that good, especially when he flipped you the new position filling you even more — he made you ride him.

“See Bucky, this is what she fucking likes. Maybe next time she wants something other than your vanilla fucking sex, you’ll listen.” Even with you on top you couldn’t help but get off in the fact that Ari controlled you while he was beneath you. “If you ever get the chance again.”

With no warning given, he wrapped his tattooed hand around your throat, choking you while fucked up into you vigorously. His balls slapping beautifully against your ass, the sound of your slick mixed with his own almost enough for him to get off.

“Right baby? Tell Bucky just how much of a whore you are for Daddy’s cock. Tell your old love that I own this fucking pussy.” Without any hesitation, you spoke.

“It’s yours, baby. Fuck, don’t ever stop.” He didn’t need to be told twice as he sent you hurling over the edge, your body molding into everything he wanted as you came. Not wanting to ever stop as your ass continued to bounce on his cock, meeting his own thrusts.

You didn’t even care about the words that left your mouth, you just wanted more and Ari was more than happy to help.

“All fucking fours baby, let me see that heavenly ass of yours.” Then, one blink of Bucky’s eye, another man was eating you out of your puckered hole. The muscle flexed around his skillful tongue, but it wasn’t your first rodeo with Ari and you adjusted. For a second, he pulled away, inserting his fingers into your whimpering heat before diving his tongue right back in.

“Ari, make me come. I need to come again. Baby, please. It feels so good, all my holes filled by you. Fucking me like I deserve, don’t stop.” One pinch to your clit before you came again, all over his face.

Euphoria washed over you for the second time your entire body shook, screaming out your lover's name. Ari didn’t even care that you called it out instead of Daddy. Another nail in your boyfriend's coffin would suffice just fine before he painted your walls with his cum.

“Now, I’m going to need one thing from you baby.” You didn’t even care what it was, you just wanted his cum. With those pleading eyes, you were practically begging for it. “Yes, Daddy?”

“Get in front of Bucky. On your knees again babygirl.” Just like the good girl you were, you did as you were told. Loving every second as Ari got behind you.

Maybe you should have felt ashamed but you were too spent out to feel a damn thing but the absolute need for Ari to fill you up. “Now hold on to Bucky’s thighs as I fuck what’s mine.”

“Ari!” You shouted as he abused your sensitive pussy once more for the night. You felt the chair Bucky sat on creak as Ari put his full weight into it. “How are you still so fucking tight? God, you’re pussy just never lets up, does she?”

Tired of your close proximity with your boyfriend Ari pulled you into him, continuing to pound mercilessly as you came for the third time as you pulled on his brown locks.

“One more, baby girl. I know you have one more in you.” His calloused fingers finding your clit as he chased his own impending orgasm. “Please! Give it to me, Daddy. Fill me with your cum. I need it!”

“Look at Bucky as you come, babygirl.” You opened your eyes as you lost it, his dick giving you everything you need. Driving into you as his own orgasm crept up.

“That’s right baby. Fuck, look at that. Squirting all over daddy, making me feel so good.” His dick continued to fuck into you as his hot, warm seed filled. “Ari, Ari. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. This pussy is fucking yours. I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby girl. Isn’t it right, Bucky? Your girlfriend is fucking mine.” Ari let his hands find your tits, holding them in his hands as fucked you through his orgasm.

“So good for me, huh? Look at how much you came. Such a good girl for me.” You both were coming down as Bucky watched as you stayed where you were.

This was supposed to be the last time, but you didn’t seem to want to be anywhere but here — your pussy warming Ari’s cock.

“We’re finished, Ari. This was the last time. You agreed.” You moved wanting to please your boyfriend, post- orgasm wave. He motioned for you to get up, but the man who was buried deep inside you had other ideas.

“Stay still. Don’t move your hips.” To Bucky’s dismay, you immediately obeyed. Ari had a shit eating grin and rightfully so. His chin resting on your shoulder before kissing along your neck, basking in how you cranes it even more for him.

You wished you could move away from Ari, but he was truly insatiable. He just gave you the three best orgasms of your life and still wanted to pull even more and you loved it.

He never wanted to stop making you feel good, that was obvious from the beginning. Ari wanted to remind you just how great he could make you feel.

The first time you tried to tell yourself you wouldn’t enjoy it, being with someone other than Bucky. How could you? Bucky was the only man you’d ever been with and even if the sex was vanilla, it was still great sex.

But with Ari, ever since you had him you never wanted it to stop.

“Face it Barnes, she’s never been yours since she sat on my face the very first night. You think you’ll measure up to me, but you won’t. I’ll always be the guy who can fuck her better than you.” Every word Levinson spoke sent Bucky looking for your gaze but you were nowhere to be found as Ari was rubbing at your clit again.

Once again at the mercy of thick, skillful fingers.

“Maybe you should have read through her journal she keeps on the nightstand. Then you would have known about how she was falling in love with me and my glorious, fucking cock.” He winked before carrying you into the shower, leaving Bucky in the dust.

[siriusmydeer]

smut req: being risky with sirius in the showers in the locker rooms after his quidditch practice (omg gia im sorry lol)

caught in the act

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: you and sirius get caught in the locker room showers together.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: penetration, pet names, dirty talk, teasing, choking, getting caught, exhibitionism, mentions of voyerism.

a/n: in my catholic school, during math class, writing smut. sounds v gia to me.

“darling, you don’t want us to get caught now d’you?” he crooned into your ear affectionately and in faux-fright as his hand danced around the hem of your skirt that had been pushed up from his needy touch of your skin. his lips previously nipped small marks of blooming red hues at your neck, his presence evident at your short puffs of air and small splotches of red transitioning to violet on your neck by the minute; his tongue previously drawing dainty swirls on the flushed skin under your ear, your whimpers only persuading him to continue in the public area of the gryffindor locker room.

his fingers buried themselves gravely underneath the hem of your black lace underwear, just at the sight of your jutted lip in limited-patience for his warm touch. your flushed-skin feeling the calloused pads of his fingers glide flawlessly through your cunt. the sight of him beating away bludgers belligerently without the bare amount of effort it usually took others was enough to have you clenching your thighs together as you cheered for the gryffindor male.

he caught the hint as soon as your legs crossed whilst he was mid-flight and sirius caught sight of the impatient recurrent bounces of your leg, suddenly taking several missed opportunities to tease you to the point where once he had finally landed you were anxiously clawing at his uniform in the quidditch lockeroom. “ahh— patience puppy.” he began to chastise you at your desirous whines while pulling on the bottom of his vermillion-hued uniform.

“please— i need you.” it was like your small plead was a rapid switch in his creativity-roaming brain, trying to contain every single sound while students chatted amongst each other just outside the locker room. it was almost a guarantee they would hear— at first sirius wanted to refrain for your sake of embarrassment, as you were a prefect, but now all he wanted was to be buried inside you with the whole of hogwarts students who yearningly pinned after you, hearing how he could make you feel at his very decree.

his hand grasped onto the column of your throat, slightly catching you by surprise but before even uttering a word of confusion he hastily placed his lips on your own; his own desperation taking over his clouded mind. without a warning be shot his tongue directly into your mouth, tasting your recurrent mango lipgloss directly onto his tastebuds every time he kissed you— it was familiar like your tongues greeting, similar to old friends, just tremendously more passionate.

the next thing you heard was the clatter of metal, feeling the small tinge of discomfort at first, realizing you were now pinned up against a vermillion locker with sirius’ small scribbling along with smeared ink all over it. your lips that were once melding like glue, and tongues prodding each other were seperated for a moment. at the anxious flick of sirius’ wand, hot water was streaming from the closet shower, the glass fogging up in merely seconds that could slightly cover up your bodies from any peering eyes that could interrupt the both of you.

you both glanced at the other for a moment, his pearl irises hastily gaping on every detailed aspect of your face; your eyes, the creases in your eyebrows, the pout of your lip, it all drove him absolutely mental in the best way possible. his hands now rapidly opening the buttons of your uniform top, as well as your pleated skirt. your own hands nimbly tugging the maroon and gold jumper off of his torso, pausing for a moment to appreciate the sweaty streaks that were glazed onto his clenched and over-worked abdomen from the quidditch practice he had partaken in.

the heavy sound of the water pouring out of the stream that directly landed onto the ivory tiled floor was heard amongst the teenagers heaving breaths as you both rapidly disarrayed each others clothing and made way to place yourself’s under the searing stream of water.

you hair was clinging to the nape of your neck as you were in a familiarly lustful position with your boyfriend, this time under the scorching shower head; sirius’ hand grasped onto your throat yet again, pressing you against the shower wall in the midst of a passionate kiss. the stream gliding through your body’s, chest to chest, without any room between the couple.

the prod of sirius’ prick was felt directly on your inner thigh, taking tutelage of the situation you placed your legs in a lock behind his back— in the direct position you had been desperately aching to be in for the past hour and a half of watching sirius stride through the air effortlessly on his broom, and his uniform sticking to every nook and cranny of his torso showcasing his an structure to every female sat upon the quidditch stands; a tinge of jealousy still remaining from all the girls fawning over your boyfriend.

“you’re sure?” the murmur was barely coherent, but it was still heard from the close proximity that you both had been sharing for the past ten minutes. the vibration of his words directly hitting your pouted lips as he patiently waited in response for your consent to continue. “yes, need you, please.” you confirmed with the anxious shake of your head.

aligning himself he took the tenacity to steadily push himself into the warm walls of your cunt, you body clenched suddenly as he waited for you to adjust to his substantially sized prick inside of you. he waiting for the shake of your head to continue before he took it upon himself to hold you against the wall of the shower and pace himself in the deep walls of your cunt before starting a paced speed before gaining velocity.

pure skin on skin being shared between the two teenagers, the thrilling feeling of adrenaline shared thickly through each other’s kisses running directly through your blood stream like recurrent laps around the quidditch pitch at the mere thought of someone watching sirius claim you for himself in such a public area. the sound of the falling patter of water mixed with the slap of each other’s skin was prominent; the lingering sounds of hoarseful grunts and moans from the rapid pace that was set from the beginning of his thrusts and only continued as he edged you both further to release.

“my desperate little puppy, begging for me.” the mockery of his words had begun, while he thrusted deeply into the walls of your clenched cunt. your brain bleary in pleasure, too distracted by the way he was inside of you too even nod at his words, you could barely even acknowledge his voice; only finding the will to whimper subconsciously as it travelled from the crevices in your throat directly into his ear.

“cant even mumble a word f’me, getting all fucked out are you?” he began to question your unresponsive figure, he knew you couldn’t answer and just further got off on the fact that your only focus was how he euphoric he could make you feel all at once. the squeeze of your neck from his hand, that had remained on your throat, at the sides evidently brought you to where you were as he awaited your response to his mocking words.

“yes— yes i am.” you finally muttered as the quick broil in your belly started to swirl through your bloodstream recurrently like lightning bolts ready to loop around the crevices of your spine and finally ready to spill into the depths of your awaiting cunt.

the twitch in sirius’ cock was predominant as he was close to his release as well after teasing the both of you for such premeditated amounts of time, “gonna cum, gonna finish.” you hummed into the coagulated air, that was dense from the steam of the shower and the arousal that set into the ventilation system, as he pushed one final thrust inside of your trembling figure the squeak of the door rang through your ear like violent alarms bells ringing like someone had stolen one of the most pristine items in the world.

while in the midst of your elated orgasams both overcoming your sweaty bodies being coated in the scorching water of the shower, while the feeling of sirius releasing into you was overcome in arousal. the tinge of fright started to become more prominent as the seconds ticked of whom had just walked in on you and your boyfriend intensely having sex meters away from them.

“sirius? where is he” you heard the familiar whisper of the quidditch captain, james mother fucking potter, the boy who could never shut his trap walk in on you and sirius having sex. he whistled in thought as he padded in around the locker room in a stroll for his best mate. his eyes starting to crease at the clothes scattered across the floor.

you glanced at sirius with wide eyes as the footsteps became more coherent to both your ears, sirius paused at the whistling numb down, his body frozen inside of you as a small skid was heard on the ground and a heavy sigh following.

“sirius, in the showers? really mate?”

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[ugotnojamzzz]

Mistake Pt.1

I do not own this gif

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook

Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man.

For a bit of context while I try and write what came before: Y/N is a successful singer songwriter although it’s not super relevant here. I guess you could imagine her to be American although it won’t be clearly stated, she has been really close friends with the other members, for several years especially Hoseok. She had a tumultuous yet terribly loving relationship with JK that ended on rather good terms (you’ll see in other chapters), but Jungkook was lightyears away from being ready to see her married to another man.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come. Also, I guess this fic could be triggering for some because it’s kind of really sad and angsty.

Chapter soundtrack : He can only hold her – Amy Winehouse

"He can only hold her for so long The lights are on, but no one's home She's so vacant, her soul is taken, He thinks, What's she running from?"

Alright let’s get into this.

The Annual Hong Kong Benefit for the national Art Institute. Y/N wandered around the sumptuous halls of the venue, occasionally making small talks with a few people, all the while enjoying a nice glass of champagne. The gallery was beautiful and the art simply exquisite. She was just talking to one of the curators about purchasing one of the paintings when she felt her phone vibrating in her purse.

‘Incoming call from Namjoon-ah’

Weird, she thought, it was late at night, and the band and her had already planned to have lunch all together the next day as they were, by a happy coincidence, both in Hong Kong at the same time. The band was there for a concert and some PR business, while Y/N was there to attend a couple of events during the social season. She excused herself and picked up right away.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi, um, I’m so, so sorry to bother you, I know that you’re at this Gala thing but, we kind of have a situation over here…”

“You sound worried, is everyone okay?”

“Actually… no. It’s Jungkook, he’d been acting weird all day and he just- freaked out two hours ago and walked out before the concert was even over.”

“Christ, is he alright? Is somebody looking after him?

“Yeah, not really, he’s cooped up in his hotel room. The staff is losing it, and he won’t let anybody in, but he- he did say he wanted to see you. Do you think you could come over? I wouldn’t normally ask but-“

“No, it’s okay. I- I’ll be right there” she hung up, racing out of the building, stilettos in hand, and immediately hailing a cab.

She rushed out of the elevator only to see the boys sitting at the end of the hallway with a defeated look on their face.

“Y/N! Thank god you’re there” Namjoon said, jumping on his feet to greet her.

“Is he in there?” she asked urgently, a worried look on her face.

“Yes, he ended up opening the door, let Tae in, but I don’t think he’s said anything yet” Namjoon replied.

Y/N walked past him and towards the hotel room. She knocked softly on the door before cracking it open, only to hear Jungkook’s voice shouting: “For fuck’s sake! I told you I didn’t-“

“It’s me,” she interrupted gently, venturing into the room. It was dark, but she still managed to catch a glimpse of the outcome of her ex-boyfriend’s recent mood swings. Chair fallen over, open minibar and clothes scattered all over the floor of the luxurious suite.

Jungkook was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees and back facing her, but she could still see his shoulders moving up and down as tiny sobs racked through his body. Tae was on his knees in front of him, he looked up at her as soon as she entered. Y/N gave him a weak nod as to indicate that he could leave. He got up and silently walked out of the room, making sure to squeeze her arm on the way out.

She let out a long sigh as she heard the door close behind her. What now? She decided to approach him slowly, the sound of her high heels against the waxed floor letting the boy know of her movements.

“Hey Kookie,” Y/N murmured, looking down at his shaking figure. But the boy kept his eyes on the floor, so she got down on her knees in front of him, “Joon-ah called me… said you had a bit of a problem earlier.” She waited for him to speak for a few seconds but was only met with silence, so she carried on, “you know you can tell me any-”

“I um,” he interrupted with an unusually hoarse voice, his puffy eyes finally looking up, only to see her all dressed up in a beautiful gown. “Shit,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, you- you had your thing, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m such a moron,” he started pulling on his hair, rocking back and forth.

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t care about that,” she squirmed closer to him and delicately pulled his hands away from his face. Let’s just say she’d seen him looking better. “I care about you. Now tell me, what is it? The boys are worried out of their mind-”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I-I really thought I’d be okay, I thought I could handle it, but- but then I saw you and you-” he paused, “you were so… okay. And- and I just-” he looked back down in embarrassment, only to see the delicate gold band that sat in all its glory on her finger. A sour smirk appeared on his face, “Jesus, I’m such a fuck-up.”

“No, you’re not, we all have bad days… You’re probably tired. I remember touring was always hard on you guys’ nerves,” Y/N said with a strained smile, her hand brushing the boy’s hair away from his face, desperately trying to avoid the clear fact that she was the one responsible for his pain. “Come on, let’s get you into bed,” she helped him up and took a few steps back to pick up some of the mess from the floor but before she could lean forward, Jungkook had her engulfed in a tight hug, taking her by surprise.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, feeling his heartbeat settle down, “for being here, I mean.”

“You know I’ll always be here,” she replied with a faint smile, hugging him back.

He rested his head on top of hers and inhaled deeply, taking in the citrusy scent of her hair, before burying his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N tensed up as she started feeling his lips travelling across her skin, pressing soft kisses along the surface of her collarbone.

“Kookie, wait-” she whispered, trying to reason the boy.

“Please… Please…” he moaned sadly, his voice breaking as he held onto her for dear life, “Just- just this one time, please, I just- I really need you right now.”

“Jungkook, I can’t, I’m marr-”

“Don’t- don’t say it,” he hissed, stamping away from her to take a seat at the end of the bed, “Please... Just don’t.” She brushed her fingertips against the skin of her neck in an attempt to replace the warmth that had disappeared along with Jungkook’s lips.

The boy’s chest was heaving as he stared at her gorgeous figure, his travelling across every inch of her skin. The skin that was once his to touch. As their eyes finally met, Y/N felt in her core something very wrong was about to happen. He had that look in his eyes. The same look he’d had the very first time they’d- beentogether. Back at the dorms. Like she was the sun. Jungkook suddenly got up and walked up to where she stood. He grabbed her by the waist and planted a firm kiss on her lips. They were soft, just like they always were. Heaven, he thought. But that certainly didn’t last long.

“You’re drunk,” she said, shoving him away with a resentful look in her eyes.

“I’m not. I mean, I’m more sober than I’ve been these past eight months” he replied. Eight months, she thought, Jesus, this had been going on since the ceremony. But her thoughts were interrupted as Jungkook walked right back towards her and vigorously pushed his lips back against hers.

“Oh, cut it out, will you!” she yelled, pushing him away once more, this time with more strength, making him stumble a bit.

Jungkook stood there, frozen for a second, while she stared down at the floor, remorse invading her whole body. She wasn’t only feeling guilty about the fact that she’d let herself be in that situation in the first place, but also that deep down, she somehow felt there was no place on earth she’d rather be.

He took a step forward hesitantly and placed a hand against her cheek, his index finger travelling down to meet her chin, gently lifting her head and forcing her to look him in the eyes.

She placed a trembling hand against his chest, ready to reject him once more. Her tiny fist was clenching the fabric of his shirt as she took in a shaky breath, mentally begging for the willpower to turn around and walk out the door. But he had the look. And she felt her heart breaking as she was met with his tear-filled eyes. This was all her doing.

In a leap of faith, he gently lowered his head and let his lips brush against her cheek, before going on a painfully slow journey towards her lips. Now, it wasn’t like the two previous kisses. This one was tender. Desperate.

And as she couldn’t help but close her eyes at the contact, she felt her resistance slip away and swiftly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, as he eagerly unzipped the back of her dress.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

Next Chapter : Mistake Pt.1.5

Hope you liked it! Like I mentioned in a previous post, this is actually going to be part of a lonnnng ass series and this is not even the beginning of the story, this just happened to be the first chapter I managed to actually finish, but I’ll make sure that it’s all easy to understand as I gradually post the other chapters. Don't hesitate to send me whatever xxx

[donald4spiderman]

Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

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You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He’s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

-

Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

-

There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.

[neesieiumz]

Pray You Catch Me {Izuku Midoriya x Reader}

[Pro-Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Former Pro-hero!Reader]

[P ART TWO] [PART THREE]

Based on the song Pray You Catch Me by Beyoncé

Summary: You couldn’t be ignorant anymore, he wasn’t himself anymore. You went to investigate, but will you like what you find?

A/n: SURPRISE!! This is something I thought of when my creative juices were flowing! And before you ask, yes there will be a part two and it will be longer! So enjoy this short drabble!

Word count: 1.5k

Pray to catch you whispering, I pray you catch me listening

The outside world quiet, nothing but the silent pitter-patters of the rain falling from the sky. People were asleep, as it was deep into the late of the night. The world was falling asleep, yet the world around you was falling apart. 

“Of course you know I enjoyed our time together.”

The house was quiet, the large mansion you lived in never felt colder, or emptier. You wrapped yourself in a robe, a sheer one. You bought it for your anniversary three months ago, along with a sinful lingerie set that he so very much enjoyed on that day, or that night. You even made sure it was all in his favorite color. You wanted to put on a show for him, show yourself off for him. Show that you loved and appreciated everything he did in your house, everything he did for you. Show him that he was still your everything. 

“God you look amazing tonight, and you wore my favorite color too.”

You weren’t always a housewife, you had dreams, you were in the hero course with him for god sakes, he knew your goals. It wasn’t until you had a major injury, it put you out of commission for quite a while. You had to go to physical therapy, it was a long, tumultuous journey and he was by your side through it all. You were in a wheelchair for three months, and you couldn’t walk a few steps until a month after that. 

“The way you walked, it just…. pulled me in.”

The both of you got married a few days after you completed your physical therapy. You didn’t want to wait anymore, you knew he was the one for you. He was a good person, everyone around you guys knew this. He could do no wrong. The good person you were able to see in him. You loved that in him. That’s why he was able to convince you to not take up hero work once again, even after your doctor cleared you. Talking about how he was so close to his goal of becoming the number one hero, and that with how much he was making, you wouldn’t have to worry about working as a hero ever again. How he didn’t want to worry about you on the field, how much you would be on his mind while on the job. How he would be distracted and that could lead to fatalities. 

“Her? Oh, you don’t have to worry about her sweetheart.”

You knew how stressful being a hero was, you were one. So you agreed, you gave up on your dream. So you became a housewife, choosing to run his foundation behind the scenes. You would come out in official appearances for him, and his work as the number one hero. You would dress up and smile in front of the cameras and talk about how proud you are of your husband, becoming the Symbol of Hope. People would gush about your relationship and how perfect the two of you were. You two complete each other, and it would be you against the whole world. That’s what you thought, that would be your life for the rest of your life. He was it.

“She and I… haven’t been working out for a while. That’s where you come in.”

And what was life without a few challenges? But this… this wasn’t just a challenge, it was a choice. You silently slid against the door, falling on the cold, hard floor. It was a choice. Choices he made. You ignored it at first, choosing to believe what he was telling you. How he was getting way more responsibilities, “owning and running an agency was so different than just being signed to one,” he said. But you also saw how Kirishima ran his own, along with Bakugou. How Mina never complained about him never being home, forgetting things that were important to you. How he was home on time, at eight pm. He may have left a few hours later, but he was always home, he was always around. Considering that they were both heroes, they had so much time for each other. He was the #4 Hero, they basically have the same responsibilities. Izuku… he wasn’t around, at all. 

“With you… I feel a breath of fresh air, something new.”

So here you were, wrapping in a thin robe, streaks of tears running down your cheeks, splayed access to the floor with your ear on the door of his office. Your eyes were red from all the silent tears, your body shaking and you were shivering from the cold air blowing from the A.C all through your large home. Your large house. Everything was falling apart, everything you knew, everything you had. Your breath hitched as you listen to his sweet words, words that you had believed he only said to you. You wouldn't expect him to do this to you. Izuku? Izuku Midoriya, who would rather cry than hurt a spider? Your Izuku? Your lover? Him? Never, he could never. No one would believe it, you wouldn’t believe it if a random person told you this. 

“I love you too sweetheart, I have to go before she sees I’m not in bed.”

But here you were, listening to the evidence. Listening to him betray his vows, betraying everything he promised you on that day. One of the happiest days of your life, where your life would be set forever. Where you would always believe in your love. The love the two you shared, that you thought you shared. You thought his loyalty for you was undying, yours was. You thought it could never go out. No matter what happens, he would always come back to you. That his and your love story was infinite. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, good night darling.”

You could hear him shifting around, his desk creaking from him sitting on it. You took a deep breath, bending your back until it cracked before slowly getting to your feet. You continued to crack your stiff bones from sitting on the floor. You had a choice. You stay, let him see you, see how much he just lost in just one phone call. See you standing outside his office door. See how much he fucked up. Let him get on his knees, grovel, plead for you to not leave him. You could pop the bubble he thought he put himself in. 

The floorboards were squeaking, he was getting closer to the door. 

Or, you could go back to bed, lay down, and pretend to be asleep. Slow down your breathing when you hear him come into the bedroom. Pretend you never overheard his conversation. Continue living the lie, the bubble, that he put you in. You live a good life, you want for nothing. Plus, you still love him. Izuku was your all, he was your everything. Maybe, maybe you could work through it. You could continue to exploit that, live your lavish life as the wife as the #1 hero. Pretend that he’s still in love with you like he didn’t betray you. 

You could see the silhouettes of his feet right outside the door. 

The doorknob turned. And you made your decision. 

He opened the door. 

And saw nothing, no one, behind the door. 

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Izuku felt strange as he opened the door. He looked around but found no one standing there. He blinked before pocketing his cellphone, taking a deep breath. There was no one there, he reassured himself. He closed the door behind him before heading to the stairs. He jogged up the long flight of stairs before turning a couple of corners on his second-floor before approaching the bedroom, the one he shared with his wife. 

Izuku took a deep breath, shaking his head. Everything was working out for him. He slowly turned the doorknob, careful to not let the door squeak too loud. He slowly tip-toed inside, looking over the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room. He saw his wife, sound sleep, her back to him. He half-smiled sadly, closing the door behind him slowly. He tip-toed across the room. He gently grabbed the comforter, before peeling it back and slowly climbing into bed. He glanced at her body every second to make sure she didn’t wake up. Noticing her body not moving, he made himself comfortable before turning his body to face the door. Just before he closed his eyes, he dug in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He placed it inside the drawer on his bedside, before snuggling back into his arms and closing his eyes. 

On the other side, your eyes were wide open, hearing your husband walk inside the room. Tears were falling down your face, staining the bed. You controlled your breathing, making sure that your body wasn’t shaking to appoint he would see it. You made sure that he wouldn’t see anything was amiss, would think that you were still asleep. 

All you could do at that moment was, all you could think was

What do I do?