#i know this is so bitchy and asshole-y of me i know

[infamousbeans]

Yknow what. Why must everything in a story have an explanation? Why are people so desperate to be smarter than the story?

[nomairuins]

aww its kinda cute finding me complaining abt my dads whole lisa thing from 2017. honestly so overshadowed by everything else and also i was so annoying when i was 12 aw .

[kopilot-pop]

[For you are loved.]

- New Jeans x Ex-IZ*ONE! Reader

Request: You can write New jeans(separate) x Ex-izonereader Who is exhausted because he takes so much criticism (Like Wonyoung, only worse because she suffers🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️😓😓😦)and just goes to them and lays on top of them, but oh..they fall asleep..just cute, Your works are too cute!!!!💗💗💗🐰🐰🐰😍😍

Warning(s): Cursing, self-hatred, cyber bullying, etc.

A/N: This is fluffy in the end so don’t be scared to read it because of the warnings. Love y’all, have fun!

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“I just don’t get why you’re with them.”

You froze.

You’re currently at a sign event, meeting hundreds of Bunnies, and having a chance to talk to them.

Everything went smoothly. You smiled at fans, they screamed, you said hi, they screamed, and when you posed for pictures you could hear clicks louder than the ones you heard on a red carpet.

Maybe you should’ve expected not everything could be that perfect.

A certain fan - although it’s clear she has a favorite - made you anxious the moment she sat down in front of you. You were last in the line, so you were able to watch the others interact with her. She brought small wrapped gifts for all your members, but when she arrived at your table, it was clear she was empty handed.

Not even a piece of paper for you to sign at a fucking sign event.

“I… I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” She crosses her legs, folding up her arms on her chest. “I don’t understand why Ador even considered you to join.”

Realizing what’s happening, you quickly glance at the manager - unfortunately he’s busy handling an overexcited fan with Dani.

“I..”

“I don’t want your stupid signature, it’s the same lazy one you had with IZ*ONE.”

Oh.

“You should’ve just stayed alone and pathetic after the disbandment rather then ruining a perfect group.”

Wow.

“You’re an eye sore - do you even know that? A fucking rat standing next to the goddesses. Every day I pray that you get caught in a stupid scandal and leave like th-”

“Excuse me. Your time is over.”

The ‘fan’ quickly glares at the manager, and hurriedly leaves, stomping purposefully. He gently puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry I came too late. You can stay out for the rest if you’d like-”

“It’s okay! I can’t keep my fans waiting. Thank you though.” The fake smile clearly doesn’t ease up your manager’s mind, but he knows you well, and decided to leave you back to work with a simple pat.

—

On your way home you started to read the comments about the interaction.

The same girl decided to brag about her interaction on Twitter. You recognized her username, having seen her and several other fans that loved New Jeans, but hated you.

From editing songs and group photos to exclude you, apparently they decided to finally face you and say the same things that they posted on the internet more directly.

Her post gained attraction -and even though the replies were filled with Bunnies protecting you and explaining how the poster went too far - several replies were filled with hate towards you.

How untalented you are.

How much they hate your voice.

How you didn’t deserve to be with them.

And even a very detailed; ‘100 reasons why Y/n should leave NJ’.

“Number 23, her personality is way too bitchy...” You accidentally mumble out, causing Hyein to snap her head towards you.

“What in the world are you reading unnie?!”

The commotion caused all the girls to look back at the two of you, watching as Hyein snatches your phone out of your grip.

She takes a few seconds to scroll through the thread, as her face becomes more and more sour.

“H-Hyein! Give it back-!”

The younger girl furiously taps on your phone and shuts it off before handing it to you.

“Wha- what did you do?”

“I reported them. Don’t worry about it unnie.”

“But-”

“What the hell are you guys up to?”

Minji, finally awoken from her nap, looks at the two of you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Some asshole was saying shit about Y/n unnie.”

“Woah! Language!”

“My reaction is nothing compared to what Hanni unnie would say if she saw it.”

“Why are you dragging me into this?!”

Minji, now more concerned by the maknae’s reactions, stared at you.

“EVERYONE I’M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE.”

Haerin’s (rare) loud voice clears the van.

“We’ll talk when we get home.”

—

You quickly ran towards your bedroom, locking the door to avoid any contact. You shove your face into the bed letting out a loud groan.

‘I’m used to this. You’re used to this Y/n. This happened 4 years ago, it shouldn’t be that surprising for it to happen again...’

It was the same hate you received ever since you even joined Produce. It always happened, it always existed.

So why does it hurt so much this time?

Was it the comparing? Was it the comment about your skill? Maybe it was the way your members caught your brooding this time.

God, you hope they don’t know about the other times.

The nights you spent awake, wasting your mind reading disgusting comments from older videos. The holidays you spent crying alone at the dorm as you read yet another article about how you ‘mocked someone’. The hours you spent at the company, running your bones and muscles until you felt like ‘you deserved to be with them’.

You’re the most experienced one out of the whole group. You know how common negative comments are.

But it hurts so much more when you’re with the girls.

“Unnie?”

A knock causes you to shoot up from your crying session.

“Y-… Yup?! Yeah??”

You stumble towards the door, but before you could open the door, the full mirror next to your closet made you hesitate.

You teary face and clearly red eyes stopped you from opening the door.

“Um.. do you need something Dani?”

“Oh, yeah. The six of us are gonna have a movie night! Don’t you remember..?”

Shit. You forgot.

“I.. I’m sorry Dani. I think I have a cold. Don’t want you guys catching i-”

“A COLD?! Are you okay unnie!!? Do you need anything!?” Dani’s panic made you groan at your mistake.

After minutes of convincing her to join the others, you finally hear her shuffle away from the other side of the door.

You don’t wanna be seen like this. You’re the tough senior. You’re not the oldest, but the most experienced.

You deal with this alone. Not with others.

Why waste their energy anyways?

—

It’s 3 a.m. when you wake up on the floor.

Your face is still wet from the tears. You ears rang uncomfortably and the mirror still shows a very puffy, tired version of you.

Wiping your face with your sleeves, you quietly make your way to the kitchen - praying that the girls finished their movie night, and all went to bed.

You quietly creak open the door and tiptoe towards the kitchen. But before you could get there, something catches your eye.

The TV screen still plays an old comedy movie - shining a bright light towards the pile in front of the couch.

The air mattress you bought a few weeks ago was on the floor and the girls were all lying on top of it. That’s what you expected, so it wasn’t a surprise.

The empty pillow between Minji and Hanni was the surprising part.

The six of you always had an order you guys laid in.

And you always slept between Minji and Hanni.

You froze and stared at the cold pillow. The sore throat you felt disappeared, replaced by a sudden warmth in your chest. The tears didn’t feel as heavy as they did when you stood besides the mirror.

Like a magnet, you unconsciously gravitated towards the small space. You slowly laid down, staring up into the dark ceiling as the ringing in your ears turned into soft snores all around you.

You could finally hear the laugh tracks coming from the TV, the whirring of the fridge, and the shuffling of sheets.

It wasn’t loud, but enough to calm your mind.

You’re here. You’re in their arms. You’re not a target on the internet, you’re not a ghost from a different group, and you’re certainly not some bitchy asshole as the world makes you out to be.

You’re a New Jeans member.

You’re an adored idol.

And you’re certainly a loved group mate.

Hanni’s unconscious gentle hold on your arm reminds you of that, once again.

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[mymindcreatedthis]

Fitting Room 18+

Misa Rodriguez x Reader

Word count: 1,813

Summery: The girls have been on a winning streak. Misa has been off, Reader confronts her about it cause she’s been an asshole. Misa apologizes to Reader, and makes it up to her. Misa drags reader into a fitting room and gives her a show.

Warning: Smut, Spanking, Squirting, Daddy kink, Rough sex, Teasing, Unprotected sex, blow job, Throat pie, Creampies, Handjob, cumshot, fingering, pussy eating, R doming Misa, Misa Receiving, R bends Misa over her leg and spanks her ass, clit teasing.

*Y/n's pov*

we've been on a winning streak recently. We've beat Brazil, Canada and France and have won all 3 games. Something's been up with Misa though.

She's been more distant and closed off and bitchy lately. We are currently out exploring the city with some of the girls. I was walking in the back with Misa. Me and her are roommates for this camp and it has been awkward and uncomfortable to say the least she's not even talking to me.

She barely talks to me or acknowledges my presence. I look over at her when I hear her mutter something under her breath. I look at her confused but drop it thinking that she was just talking to herself.

Misa notices me looking at her and glares at me. "So wanna tell me what's wrong?" I ask.

I ignore her glare and look at her. "Nothing Y/n don't worry about it." Misa says.

"Well it's obviously both. It's obviously something bothering you. I'm not gonna force you to talk but just know I'm here if you need to talk to someone." I say.

We continue walking behind the girls. After 5 minutes of walking in silence I feel Misa grab my hand. We stop walking.

"Hey, you're right I've had a lot in my mind. I'm sorry I've been an asshole, quiet and distant. It's not right to take it out on you and the girls." Misa says.

I nod and stand there quietly for a minute before speaking up again.

"What's been on your mind?" I ask.

Misa tells me what's been on her mind. I nod and let her know that I'm listening. by the end of it Misa is crying.

I hug her. "Thank you for trusting me with that."

Misa hugs back. "I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"Like you said you have a lot on your mind I completely understand." I say.

We catch up with the rest of the girls. We go into one of the stores and start looking around. Misa was complaining about how she's in need of a new bikini.

We split up and go our separate ways. I go with Misa and we go look at bikinis, Misa grabs a few bikinis she liked.

"Come with me to try them on." Misa says.

I blush darkly and follow Misa into the fitting rooms. The fitting room was private here, it was an actually room. I close the door behind us and lock it. The room at a massive chair in the middle along with a coffee table and a pool table. A mirror in the corner, you go through beads to go into the sitting room there was no door.

Misa goes through the beads into the other room and starts trying on the bikinis.

The first one she tried on was blue. "Eh it's okay, I don't like the color." I say.

Misa nods. After 2 more she comes out wearing a white one. It showed off her curves, it made her ass pop too. Her cleavage was really visible. It also showed off her toned stomach and abs. I bit my lip as I check out the view in front of me.

Misa smirks and walks towards Me. "How does this look?"

"I-It looks g-good." I stutter, I was blushing darkly at the view in front of me. Misa smirks and lean in and whispers in my ear.

"Is someone turned on?" Misa asks.

I blush darkly. "Y-Yes I am." I moan.

Misa kisses my neck and rubs my dick over my shorts. I moan in pleasure as she rubs my dick over my shorts.

"S-Shit." I moan.

Misa smirks and fiddles with my shorts. She looks at me silently asking for permission, I nod. She slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

Misa holds her forearm up to my dick and laughs a bit. "Fuck baby you're huge." Misa says.

"T-Thanks." I moan.

Misa strokes my dick til I'm hard. She covers my dick in spit and continues to stroke my dick. I moan in pleasure and cover my mouth with my hand.

Misa takes one of my balls in her mouth and starts storming my dick faster. She switches and takes my other ball in her mouth and strokes my dick faster.

"F-Fuck." I moan.

She strokes my dick a bit faster. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer. "Misa….Misa .. baby I'm close." I moan.

Misa strokes my dick faster and faster. I feel myself getting closer and closer.

Cumshot:

I can't take it anymore, I shoot cum up into the air. It lands on my stomach/ abs, lap. Some lands on Misa’s face. Misa licks my dick, licking up my sticky mess. She licks my cum off her hand and fingers.

"Mmm tasty." Misa says.

Misa takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to suck my dick.

"S-Shit." I moan.

Misa bobs her head up and down a bit faster. The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat. She bobs her head faster and faster, I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"S-Shit I'm gonna cum again." I moan.

Misa bobs her head faster than before. She chokes and gags a bit, I feel my balls tighten as my dick hits the back of her throat.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in Misa’s mouth. Misa chokes and gags a bit as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum in her mouth.

"F-Fuck." I moan as I continue to cum in her mouth. Misa sucks me dry and swallows my load.

Misa gets up and bends over and touches her toes. Her ass was right in my face, she moves the bikini bottoms to the side. I hold her ass, I lean in and start eating her ass from behind. Misa moans as I eat her out.

"Shit Y/n right there. Right there, just like that." Misa moans.

I insert another finger and eat her out as I finger her faster. Misa moans loudly in pleasure.

"S-Shit Y/n, I'm close." Misa moans.

I go faster than before, Misa moans and cums all over my hand, fingers and face.

I lick the cum off my fingers, hand and arm. I wipe her juices off my face, I spank her ass. Misa moans.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank my ass." Misa moans.

Didn't know Misa was into spanking. I bend her over my leg and continue spanking her ass.

*Spank*

"I love it when you slap my ass." Misa moans.

*Spank*

"Fuck."*

*Spank*

"Daddy."

*Spank*

"Please daddy." Misa begs.

*Spank*

"Please what baby girl?" I ask.

*Spanks*

"Please fuck me." Misa begs.

*Spank*

"You want daddy to fuck you?" I ask.

*Spank*

"Yes fill me up with all your fucking cum." Misa moans.

*Spank*

"Take off your Bikini baby girl." I say.

*Spank*

"Okay daddy." Misa says.

Misa gets up, she takes off her Bikini and tosses it off to the side. I take off my shirt and bra and toss them to the side. Misa walks over to the table in the middle of the room. I walk over to her.

I get behind her, I rub my dick through her folds. Once my dick is wet enough I slowly slide my dick inside her tight soaking wet pussy. We both moan in pleasure, I let her get use to my size.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

"Move." Misa moans.

I hold onto her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Faster." Misa moans.

I moan and go a bit faster, we both moan in pleasure. "Shit." I moan.

We both moan in pleasure as I thrust in and out of her a bit faster. "Shit daddy you feel so good inside me." Misa moans.

"You feel so good clenched around me baby girl." I moan.

I moan and go faster and faster, I massage my boobs as I thrust into her faster and faster.

Misa moans and Holds onto the table as continue fucking the day light out of her.

"H-Harder daddy harder." Misa moans.

I pound into her faster and harder pounding her g spot. We both moan, I feel myself getting close.

"A-Ah fuck, I'm close." I moan.

"Me too daddy. Don't stop." Misa moans.

I go faster and harder, I moan and run my boobs as I continue fucking the day lights out of her pussy.

"F-Fuck I'm close." I moan.

"Fill me up daddy. Fill up my pussy." Misa moans.

Creampie #1:

I help Misa ride out her high. We both finish cumming, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her pussy and floods onto the table and drips onto the floor.

Misa gets in the table and lays on her back. I adjust and move between her legs, I slowly slide my dick back inside her pussy. I hold her legs as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Faster daddy faster." Misa moans.

I pick up the pace and pound her pussy faster and faster. "F-Fuck daddy, keep pounding my pussy." Misa moans.

I moan and pound into her faster and faster hitting her g spot. Misa screams in pleasure as I keep going.

I continue to pound her g spot going faster and harder. Misa moans and squirts.

We both scream in pleasure as I pound into her even faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum again." I moan.

"Me too daddy, don't stop." Misa moans.

I pick up the pace and pound into her g spot faster and harder. Misa screams in pleasure and squirts again. Misa squirts all over my dick, thighs and all over the ground.

I pound into her pussy faster and harder. I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"I'm gonna cum." I moan.

"Me to daddy drain your balls in me." Misa moans.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her tight pussy. Misa moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as i shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

Cum oozes out of her and drips down her thighs and onto the floor.

"Fuck there's so much." Misa moans.

"Yeah." I rub the back of my neck. "Sorry."

"For what? Don't be sorry, I told you to finish in me." Misa says.

"So I'm guessing you like the white one better?" Misa asks giggling.

"Yeah, definitely the white one." I moan.

[smutinlove]

bro i loved ur last carl x reader sm

*shy sensitive reader

what if carl and reader fight (maybe cuz she sneakes out of alexandria) then rick scolds him and he has to say sorry to her but she cant help but feel emotional

yes!!!!

im not entirely sure i did the shy part correctly but i tried!!! enjoy love<3

CARL GRIMES X READER

i call this:

"The one that got away"

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You glanced at the walls that surrounded Alexandria. It was honestly pathetic. You couldn't necessarily go outside of the walls without permission. It angered you. Every small move you even thought about was supposed to be told to Carl and Rick first. Everything.

"Tell Rick."

"Tell the leader's son!" It was shitty.

You liked Carl. He was sweet. But sometimes he was an asshole.

You continued your walk around the walls of Alexandria. It pissed you off that you couldn't go outside. But... there was one way.

Maybe you could achieve a bit of freedom and independence in doing so.

You smirked and ran back to the group's house, passing Carl and Rick on the way. You went inside and opened the cabinet. You grabbed a knife and went back outside. It was still very sunny so you would definitely have time to come and go without being noticed.

You went to one of the walls that wasn't very heavily guarded. After a few attempts at climbing the wall, you finally did it, landing on the ground with a small "thud."

The fresh air was enticing. It was so peaceful. You could barely hear the words of the other Alexandrians. You decided to head into the woods, just to explore a bit. You had a knife with you so you'd probably be fine.

"Beautiful," you whispered as you watched a bird fly by. A tear of joy slipped down your cheek. Why? It was incredibly rare to see something so pure. Most birds are usually gutted by Walkers or killed, cooked, and eaten by those who were brave enough to survive.

You were about to continue walking when you felt something on your shoulder.

"Caught 'ya."

You let out a shriek. "Holy shit!"

It was... fucking Carl. "Having fun?" Carl asked with a hint of bitterness.

"What? You followed me?!" How could he follow you? It's not fair. You wanted one moment of peace... even if it was outside of the walls of Alexandria.

"Of course! You don't know what you're dealing with! These walkers... they've become more vicious!" You rolled your eyes. Like father like son.

"Shut up! You're so bitchy! Carl, you're always telling people what to do and it's so fucking annoying."

Stunned, he didn't say anything.

So you said, "Fuck you, Carl! Go to hell!" Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks, but you held them in.

"You ain't any better! Why would you even sneak out?!"

"To have some fucking freedom! The walls of Alexandria make me feel trapped. I feel like an animal caged up in there! And you... and your fucking father are taking over everything!" A few tears slipped down your cheeks, making you feeling hopeless.

He forcefully took a hold of your wrist, "We are going. Now."

Carl started dragging you, not caring about your protests or exclaims.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You and Carl reached Alexandria in ten minutes due to his speedy pace.

By this point, you had fantasized about killing Carl in a hundred different ways. And you'd also shed a few more tears before he started yelling at you. Again.

You rushed inside, avoiding everyone.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

"You really had to yell at her?!" Rick scolded. There really was no reason for Carl to yell at you or talk to you in a disrespectful manner. "Well, no, but—"

"—But you need to apologize."

"She shouldn't have snuck out! It's dangerous," Carl retorted.

"And she is old enough to make her own decisions. I agree, it's dangerous and she shouldn't have snuck out. But that was her choice and you should have respected that." Carl stayed quiet this time, letting Rick finish.

"—You can't treat people like that, Carl. Son, I love you. But that was horrible. I want you to go apologize to her. Don't lose her 'cause you said something stupid. She's a good one. You do not wanna sit on a rocking chair at ninety and call her, the one that got away."

"I'm sorry, dad." Carl said. "I know. Now, go."

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Carl entered the house with the yellow door (group's house), Carl sighed and called out, "Hey, Y/N, are you here?"

You sat on the couch, curled up into a ball. Your cheeks were red and puffy from crying. "Hey, oh, Y/N," you heard from behind you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean all that bullshit I said. I was horrible."

Carl sat down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked up, eyes watering again. "Don't cry, please. I'm sorry. I'm the biggest asshole on the planet. I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N."

You nudged closer and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tight. "I'm sorry," he whispered in your ear once more.

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damn guys

inside i was dying frrr

did anyone catch the catwoman/batman reference? :D

anyway this was fun!!! send more reqs yall<3333

he totally wants me<3

[joequiinn]

PREVIEW | You Can Have My Hate | B.H. x reader

summary: Unfortunately, you got stuck with Billy fucking Hargrove as your partner for your final assignment in history class. Also unfortunately, Billy discovers you have a killer body underneath all those baggy clothes…

a/n: Billy is a disgusting little man and i love him dearly. as the title says, this is a preview of something i've been working on! the fic is already at 6.5k words and still isn't done, so i decided to put out a little snippet to see if there was any interest, so please let me know if you'd like me to finish the fic!

notes & tropes: fem reader, curvy + large chest reader, foul and suggestive language, canon typical Billy bullshit, awful behavior from both Billy and reader, minor allusions to sex but nothing happens (yet)

music inspo: Closer by Nine Inch Nails

preview wc: 1.9k

You let me violate you | You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you | You let me complicate you

“Damn, little miss straight-laced,” Billy’s hooded eyes slowly crawled down your body, the corner of his mouthing pulled back in a lecherous smirk, “is that what you’ve been hiding under all those baggy clothes?”

God, you hated Billy Hargrove. Absolutely despised him with every fiber of your being. You knew you should’ve begged your history teacher for a different partner, should’ve gotten on your knees and pleaded for literally anyone other than Billy fucking Hargrove to work on this assignment with you. An idiotic football player or a bitchy cheerleader would’ve been better than this. But no, you didn’t beg and you didn’t plead, so now you were stuck, and god if this wasn’t about to be the worst couple weeks of your life.

Ever since Billy showed up in Hawkins at the beginning of last semester, you detested him. Everything about him screamed disrespectful, hateful asshole, and so having two classes with him meant you had witnessed your fair share of this behavior. Why so many girls wanted to fuck him and why so many boys aspired to be him was a mystery to you, because you could see from the start that he was a no good piece of shit.

But, in a way, you were lucky because you were literally a nobody. And nobodies went unnoticed, which meant not having to deal with bullshit from 90% of your peers. Hell, when your history teacher was pairing everyone off and told Billy who his partner would be, his response was an amused “who?” as if he didn’t believe this person - you - even existed. He had gone the entirety of the school year not having a single clue that you existed, and damn you wish it had just gone on a little longer. You literally had one more month left of senior year, one more month until you never even had to think about Hawkins High again, and the last thing you wanted was to spend half of that month in misery while trying to put up with Billy fucking Hargrove.

This assignment shouldn’t have even been worth shit to you, considering that your grade was nearly perfect and it was your last big project before graduation, but that’s where your history teacher hooked all of you - if this assignment wasn’t completed, then you guys wouldn’t be able to receive your diplomas. Or so he said to deter kids like you from flaking on it - you didn’t know if your boring old history teacher had that kind of authority, but you weren’t about to risk finding out.

And for kids like Billy? Kids who didn’t give a shit, who were already struggling to pass? The grade on this assignment was make or break. Not that it affected you any, of course - Billy could fail his senior year for all you cared. But shockingly enough, he was the one to make a point of its importance to you, the one to emphasize that he had to pass this class and graduate. It was curious to you, since you’d never once seen Billy care about school, but perhaps he was also beginning to feel the fire under his ass to leave Hawkins.

So, for the past week now, you’d been meeting with Billy at the school library, trying your best not to rip out your hair while you did the majority of the work. Hell, you could’ve told Billy just to fuck off and let you work on your own - you’d still let him put his name on the assignment and everything. But for whatever reason, you didn’t and so now you were subjecting yourself to tolerating his bullshit.

And that’s what you were doing right now, sitting across from Billy in the library and using every fiber of your being not to lose it on him. He had been particularly difficult from the moment he sat down, his foot bouncing impatiently and his expression condescending each time you tried to talk to him. He was making it very clear that he’d rather be anywhere other than here. The warm temperature of the library combined with your frustration at Billy was causing you to feel a little toasty, so you caved and tugged your large sweater over your head, leaving you in a tight, black tank top that left little to the imagination.

And said tight, black tank top is exactly what Billy was ogling, making you sneer and immediately regret taking off your sweater.

You never liked showing off your body, never liked the attention it drew you. You wouldn’t say you were self-conscious necessarily, you didn’t hate the way you looked in the mirror or anything like that. But you were very aware of how men looked at women’s bodies, and as someone who hated most forms of attention, you weren’t going to have any of that. So you wore baggy jeans and oversized sweaters, hid your frame under clothes that were always a size or so too big. It kept eyes and hands off of you, and you preferred it that way.

But damn it, it was so hot in the library that afternoon and you weren’t thinking clearly. You couldn’t believe your own stupidity - you just had to take off your sweater in front of Billy fucking Hargrove, a boy who only ever saw women as either sex pots or prudes. His lewd gaze was making you feel even more hot under the collar, but shit did you want to put your sweater back on already despite the heat.

“Will you please focus, Hargrove?” You begged in an exacerbated tone, trying to cross your arms over your chest in a way that wasn’t obvious while looking back down to the textbook open in front of you.

“You expect me to focus now, after you whipped those out?” Billy took such obvious joy in knowing that he was making you uncomfortable. He leaned forward on the table, his eyes once again traveling a salacious path down the curves of your body, “It’s Friday night, I got a pair of double D’s sitting across from me, and you’re asking me to focus on a damn essay?”

“Shut up.” You threatened between your teeth, trying not to raise your voice and draw attention. Your eyes were dark with frustration as you stared at Billy, who simply looked back at you like he didn’t give a damn, like he was just waiting for you to cave to him.

And how the hell could he tell you wore a double D?

You sank in your seat a little while attempting to cross your arms even more aggressively in front of your chest, feeling your cheeks growing red. Billy gave you that smooth, lazy grin that you’ve seen him use before, his eyes hooded as he leaned back in his chair. The feeling of his indecent gaze on your body practically made your skin crawl.

“Fine, Hargrove,” You quickly grab up your belongings and shoot to your feet, fumbling with your bag and sweater to make sure they kept your chest covered, “if you wanna be a prick who won’t focus, we’ll do this next week.”

You started to march out of the library, to retreat to safety. You didn’t like the way Billy was looking at you - it was objectifying and disrespectful and vulgar. Billy never once gave a fuck about - or even noticed - you before, but the second you remove a stupid barrier of clothing, suddenly he’s oh so interested. He was such a pig.

But shit, why was it also��� kind of hot?

No, it was not hot.

You couldn’t let yourself even entertain that thought because there sure as shit wasn’t anything hot about it. It wasn’t hot that he objectified you, it wasn’t hot that he drank your body in with impropriety, it wasn’t hot that his tongue ran slowly along his lower lip as his eyes met yours with practiced allure.

No, no, no! You could’ve kicked yourself. Nothing about that should’ve been hot, god damn it.

“Oh, come on, killjoy,” Billy grabbed your wrist, spinning you back around to face him, having followed you through the library. His grip was firm as you looked between his face and hand and back again.

The library wasn’t exactly busy on a Friday afternoon, but you looked around to find that the librarian and another student both looked in your direction. It made you even more nervous to know that eyes were on you; what if you got in trouble, what if the librarian reprimands you both for being disruptive? You looked back to Billy, your brows furrowed in annoyance as you whipped your wrist out of his hold with hostility.

“I’m serious, if all you want is to slack off and look at my tits that’s your business.” You immediately clamped your mouth shut, your eyes widening slightly - that is not what you meant to say at all. Oh god, why the fuck did you say that? Shit, you should’ve just told him that you’d regroup next week, that you weren’t going to put up with him. But no, instead you said arguably the stupidest thing you could, and it was clear on Billy’s face that he was relishing in your stupid words, enjoying them even.

He looked back down at your body, luckily hidden behind your bag and sweater, “My business, huh? Sounds to me like permission to stare.”

“No.” You answered firmly; your cheeks and neck felt so fucking warm. You tried to get back on track, tried to shake off the stupid thing you said just a moment ago, “I just want to finish this project. So, go home and jack off to your Playboys all weekend, and then maybe we can actually get some work done next week.”

Despite your jabs, Billy still grinned wickedly, dipping his head a little as he took a step closer, his voice low, “So, that’s what you’re thinking about, huh? Me jacking off? You enjoying that thought?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find some quick response to that, but you couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. A sound of disbelief left your throat as you gaped with loathing at Billy for a moment. God, you felt like a damn fish trying to breathe out of water. With a glare in your eyes, you clamped your mouth shut, which seemed to be a great amusement to Billy, whose smile widened as a laugh escaped him.

“God, you make it so easy.” He said, shaking his head, “You gotta lighten up, you know?”

You sigh loudly, eyes still staring at him harshly, “Whatever, Hargrove.”

You attempt to walk away once more, but yet again Billy snatches your wrist, “Wait, wait, wait…”

“Stop acting interested in me all of a sudden,” You try to shake your arm out of his hold again, but this time Billy’s grip is tighter, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Look,” his tone was firm as he instructed, “let’s go back over to the table, get some more work done, and I’ll give you a ride home.”

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you studied his face, “I don’t need a ride.”

“You don’t have a car.” He countered immediately.

“I don’t need a ride from you.”

“You don’t, but isn’t it generous that I’m offering?”

“More like devious.”

“I’ll be a total gentleman.”

You laughed right in his face, “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.”

[kachowden]

i have so many questions 😵‍💫 why did Chris and reader break up?? I'm addicted to him already and he's now my favorite oc you have (next to apis hehe)

(I’d recommend listening to “Somebody that I used to know” while reading this lil tidbit)

“I’m Sick of your shit Chris.”

Chris? Chris? When was the last time you called him that. That wasn’t his name. It was Christophe. Say Christophe.

Not Chris.

“Yeah? Well maybe if you were smarter you wouldn’t have anything to be sick of.”

This had happened a few times before. Christophe could acknowledge it being primarily his fault. But he wouldn’t tell you that. Nor would he apologize.

“Your jealousy is out of fucken control and you know it!” Your finger stabbed painfully into his chest. He wavered. “That guy you punched was my tutor! You know I was failing that class! I needed his help!”

“You didn’t need Jack shit from that asshole! If you needed help with something you should’ve asked me!”

“I didn’t wanna deal with your bitchy attitude!”

He scoffed.

“Yeah well looks who’s being a bitch now. God you’re so fucken annoying.”

Ah fuck. That definitely wasn’t the right thing to say.

The air was thick. This…was different then your usual arguments and Christophe could tell. The look you gave him made him cringe. An apology was on the tip of his tongue. It was like chewing lead though.

He sighed, his fists clenching and unclenching as you glared at him.

“Look Y/n…I’m-“

“We’re done.”

Fear. Cold, striking fear.

“What?”

Your brows which had been scrunched up, in what his opinion was a cute way, relaxed. Your eyes closed, and the rage that pooled in them was replaced with an apathetic, almost sad, neutrality. You looked…tired. And it made his heart tremor and cry.

“We’re done Chris. I’m done. I can’t handle this anymore.”

Stop.

“I don’t know what happened. You used to be such a wonderful person…”

He still was. He just wanted to keep you safe!

“I loved you so much.”

You still do! Don’t fucken say that! You still loved him and he still loved you so stop fucken talking!

“Now you’re just an asshole. I can’t be around you anymore.”

Don’t say that. Please.

“You make me sick.”

Shut up.

“Shut up.”

You frowned. It was pitiful. Like you were mourning something. Maybe your relationship. There shouldn’t have been anything to mourn though. You weren’t breaking up. You were still-

“It’s over, Christophe.”

“……”

It hurt so much watching you grab your bag and walk away. It burned like someone had dropped hot coal down his throat and into his chest. His heart was aching, and the first few tears were quick to sting his trembling brown eyes. Your figure blurred by the time you made it out the door.

The wall and his fists were battered and bruised within minutes.

He swore he couldn’t breathe.

“Y/n…”

Why didn’t he say anything? He did but it was “shut up.” Instead of “I’m sorry.” He should’ve said sorry. He should’ve gotten on his knees and begged you to give him a second chance. He’d do better. He’d carve it into his chest that he’d do better for you. He’d be the perfect boyfriend.

His pride was too much. Even for him. He was such a fucken coward.

The news that your tutor got busted for harassment towards other students didn’t reach you.

[iiwaijime]

POOOKIEEE IT'S MEEMAW HERE 💜💜💜 congrats on reaching 200!!! MWAH 😘

as for the fun event... can meemaw get some toji 🐙🍕 please bby 🥺🙏

meemaw!! hii tysm !! toji really pushed me out of my comfort zone, but this was so fun to write! once i got my ideas in order, i word vomited SO HARD. sorry if it was ooc, though:(

hey lover — toji fushiguro x f!reader

wc: 344 | event

cws: swearing, stupid argument, reader and toji are married

toji fushiguro is many things — an assassin, an enigma, an asshole — but most importantly, he is your husband. and although you've long broken past his stupid rocky exterior, the unpleasant side of him — dutifully hidden away from you and megumi — does resurface sometimes. coincidentally, one of those times just happens to be today.

the argument you had was over something small and stupid and insignificant, and you can't even remember what exactly it was about. all you know is that toji's bitchy attitude has pissed you off enough for him to sleep on the couch.

you're about to head to bed when megumi pulls at your shirt. shit. you'd forgotten all about your silly little nighttime routine. baby says good night to mom and dad, mom and dad say good night to baby, mom and dad say good night to each other. the first two parts are okay, but you're definitely not going to speak to him tonight. or die trying.

"good night, mom. good night, dad."

"good night, megumi!" you and your husband chorus back cheerfully. it's almost forced. but still, megumi waits expectantly. unsurprisingly, you're the first to cave.

"good night, toji." it's cold, definitely forced, but megumi's too young to notice.

"good night," he responds, but then megumi's gone, and toji's pulling you onto the couch with him before you can leave, crushing you in a stupid, suffocating, warm hug — one that you'd been craving, although you'll never admit it — and kissing your hair affectionately. "it's not a good night unless you're here, y/n. 'm sorry for being an asshole, really."

and perhaps you are the one who has best unraveled the mystery that is toji fushiguro. because you can hear the apology in his voice, and the way he holds you tells you just how genuine he's being, and suddenly it's as if the argument and its effects have disappeared, buried under hushed kisses and muffled iloveyous. and although toji will have been a million things by the time his life ends, he will be your lover above all.

thank u for reading n following!

love,

hyena

[madame-fear]

Lord of the tides Lucerys x hightower daughter nsfw fic please 🥹

*ೃ༄ 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks ! : honourary thanks to my beta reader and brainstormer @maria699669 for proofreading this and helping me out! (love you, bitchy asshole.) I always clarify just in case: Lucerys is aged up. — summary : many years after not seeing one another, your nephew encounters you at a feast... with your betrothed. And having crushed on one another for such a long time, he doesn’t fancy the idea of you with another man; leaving him with no other choice but to show you who you truly belong to. — word counter : 3.7k

— pairing : lord!lucerys velaryon x hightower/targ!reader — genre : smut.

TW | vaginal sex, jealous sex maybe? creampie, slight dom/sub, slight mentions of breeding kink, dirty talking.

The castle where a feast for Lords, Ladies, Princes and Princesses was being hosted was grand. The room was vastly lit large chandeliers that contained several candles on each of them, accompanying the warming experience of the feast.

Some chatted with one another, and others simply danced with each other rather nimbly, yet joyfully. There you were, as the youngest daughter of King Viserys I and Alicent Hightower, dancing with some Lords, but mainly with your betrothed. Your movements were delicate yet a bit unexperienced, baltering around just for the mere fun of it. Some girly chuckles spurred from your lips, being quite the beauty, as some Lords discreetly fought to hold your hand to dance; despite your future Lord Husband keeping a close eye on each one of them so they would not take you away from him.

Your loose hair and long dress simultaneously swayed smoothly, along your movements. As you were dancing in circles with your betrothed, you briefly let go of his hand to change positions in the dancing. That single second you released it, another hand took hold of youe own, pulling you away from your own betrothed.

“Princess (y/n),” a familiar masculine voice greeted.

Shifting your sight to stare at the young man that had taken you away just to have you dancing with him, you found none other than the now Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys Velaryon. He had overgrown you, since the last time you had seen him. His voice was deeper, he was much taller, and the shy puppy gaze he held on his hazel eyes had faded away to become into a more mature, confident one.

“Prince Luce—” clearing your throat, you interrupted yourself. “Lord Lucerys.” you greeted back, calling him by his new title. “A pleasure to see you around here. Not a surprise, but a pleasure nevertheless.” a smirk grew at the corner of his lips. “Likewise, Princess.” as he responded, his hazel eyes shifted towards your betrothed for a brief moment, just like your own. Your betrothed seemed contempt with the situation, and confused. “Lord Husband, this is my nephew Lord Lucerys.” lucerys gave him a single bow down with his head as you introduced them to one another. The face of the young Lord seemed serious, despite his grin remaining politely on his expression. Luke was not at all satisfied knowing you had already been betrothed, and prone to have heirs in a near future.

“A pleasure to meet you, my Lord.” your betrothed reached out his hand, shaking it with the one of the Lordling of Driftmark. “Likewise to you.” he responded, a bit blatantly cold. “I hope it’s not too much trouble, if I take the hand of my aunt for a moment? We haven’t seen each others for years.” for a brief tense moment, you stared at your betrothed expectantly, awaiting for his answer.

“You may, my Lord.” you swore your body relaxed upon hearing the approval of your betrothed, even releasing a discreet sigh. “I will be chatting with other Lords if you ever need me, my love.” and with one last kiss and a sweet rapid smile, your future husband walked away, smiling at him before rapidly turning towards Luke with an ever greater grin. Incredibly enough, you had to raise your sight to stare at him, unlike a few years ago, that he was your same height, and slightly a few centimeters shorter.

Leaning slightly closer to your ear as he pressed your body against his own, gawking upon the movements of your betrothed that faded away amidst the crowd, he whispered. “I must admit, you look more than lovely tonight.” a small chuckle escaped from your lips, a shiver running across your spine as his hot breath tingled on your skin. “As you do yourself, Lucerys.” you whispered back, fixing your stare on him as he began twirling you around the place. His hazel eyes nearly pierced into your soul, they were captivating. In a teasing manner, his eyes scanned you up and down as both of you danced amidst the great crowd of Lords and Ladies together.

His hands touched you in a delicate manner to move you around, just to guide you with the dancing. “And I must admit, you have also grown more confident than the timid boy you used to be.” the young Lord snickered, tilting his head slightly as his hands travelled to your waist, not very discreetly. “Is there any particular motive of why you say so?” he inquired, lifting one of his hands to slide a strand of hair behind your ear.

A small fluster overtook you, spreading the crimson tint from your cheeks, to the rest of your face. “The way you so abruptly and shamelessly took me away from my Lord Husband just to dance with me and pull me closer to you, it would have been unlikely for you to do so when we were younger.” this time, it was you who whispered into his ear, tiptoeing slightly.

It was no secret that, amidst the war both of your families had and the spiteful tension your brothers had with the Velaryons, Lucerys and you always treated one another kindly. The kind treatment was mostly due to the mutual crush you had on one another, always catching each other discreetly glancing over your direction.

You even remembered how once when Jace had taken your older sister Helaena to dance, Luke immediatly stood up and did the same with you. Even if his dancing movements were a bit clumsily shy and he could barely look into your eyes, notoriously blushing like a little girl, Lucerys always gave you the most delicate of treatments. You were used to hearing compliments from him, and occasionally, Luke would gift you things such as flowers, or jewellery. This time, he seemed to act more flirty around you, and was able to profoundly stare into your eyes.

Both his arms were wrapped around your waist. One of his hand ever so gently rubbed your back, swaying your body around. “Well, had I no right of talking with my aunt? Besides, not only I was aware he was your betrothed, but I suppose it is only fair for me to talk with you once again, after many years of not seeing one another.” a spur of girlish giggles escaped from your lips at his response. You firmly placed your head against his chest, embracing his body with your arms. You had to admit, you were always eager in meeting him, without the rest of your relatives being around. And with him having snarkier and sassier responsed, it only made his company more thrilling.

A few moments of silence loomed over, before he spoke again. “I also have to say, it s pointless to hide the way I always fervently wished to have you with me, this way.” he admitted quietly, making you raise your sight towards him, with furrowed eyebrows. It was just as if Lucerys could read your mind, not caring whether or not both of you were betrothed. Luke gazed down at you, with a smile. He just knew you felt the same way. “Perhaps, we could go somewhere more private, away from this noisy crowd?” his suggestion was dreadfully alluring, near to impossible denying it. After all, it was a bit too loud, and all you desired at the moment was to stay by his side in a quiet ambience where no one could peep at however you moved along one another, or whatever you spoke.

Craning your head slightly to your side, you snickered. “Lead the way, my Lord.” you whispered back, feeling immediatly his hands slide away from your waist, taking only one of your hands, and turning around to walk away. The room was, indeed, an entirely noisy crowd that made a faint headache grow. The Lordling, with you holding his hand, surreptitiously walked among the public, quietly apologising if he stumbled upon anyone. Once you finally managed to escape the uncomfortable amount of people filling the feast, Luke walked you towards one of the doors that lead to the large hallways of the castle.

The raucous noise of laughing and chattering Lords and Ladies became muffled as you left the room, only to leisurely fade away into nothingness. The only noise that ever echoed through the dimly lit halls of the grand castle, with seemingly no guards or maidens nearby, was the sound of your footsteps getting as far away as you could from both the public view, and the loud chatting.

“Lucerys, I think we might finally have some privac—” the Lord released the grip on your hand, only to interrupt you by firmly — yet softly enough to not harm you — pushing you against the wall.

His tall figure shadowed you, making you gulp all the while you raised your eyes to stare at him, furrowing your eyebrows. One of his hands was placed on your waist abruptly, making you quietly yelp in surprise. Before you could lower your gaze to stare at his hand, he used the fingers of his free hand to slide them under your chin, and raise your face. Lucerys carried a smug look on his face, feeling a certain pride overtaking him at having you just as he wished: under his charge.

“You have no idea how much I already despise your betrothed.” he spoke, rather vehemently. Your eyebrows continued furrowed, feeling intimidated by his audacious movements. It was a rather sudden confession, but in all honestly, not one you were surprised to know about, considering you had taken a particular notice of the way he spoke directly and behaved around your future husband. A quivering sigh rolled from your lips, feeling his hand lower and shift your dress upwards, meanwhile his thumb was running across your lower lip in a slow, dominant manner.

“We can’t pretend to not have noticed, we have always wanted each other ever since childhood. Is that not so, (y/n)?”

Your mind screamed to push your nephew away, and deny all the statements made by himself. But deep inside your heart, what Lucerys said was all the pure truth. There was no point in pretending what you both felt was never there, it was there, and even you both had been teased by your notoriously mutual feelings by your siblings. As much as you respected your betrothed, it wasn’t the man you wished to be with. Not the one you had always truly desired, but rather, a mere political convenience that would help you have new allies and heirs for your House. For a split moment, your eyes had gazed down, only to then look up at him.

“Fuck it, yes.”

A huge burden came off your back with those simple words. A moment of tense atmosphere was felt in between the two of you like a spark, with your faces inches away to the point where you could feel one another’s hot pants.

Allowing your desires to take the reins and control your very own actions and words, Lucerys simultaneously pushed you even further against the wall and against his body as you took a desperate hold of his clothing, pulling him towards you, locking lips with one another. Lucerys, using both of his hands, took hold of your hips just to gently hold you firmly against the wall, and at the same time have your legs tightening around his waist. Your arms went to hug his neck, interwining your fingers around his messy dark hair, needily pushing his face closer to your own and deepening the kiss. None of you were the bold type, but you had gone as far as exploring your own mouths with each other’s tongues.

Without allowing time to pass any further, Lucerys slided his hands under your silky dress, going to play around with the waistband of your underwear using his fingers. Taking hold of the waistband, he moved them along your legs rather eagerly, making the cold air around the halls hit your exposed, moistened genitalia, and causing you goosebumps. A quiet growl escaped from his throat, managing to unbuckle his belt using only one trembling hand, sliding it away along his very own underwear. His underwear and pants felt slightly away from him, exposing his very own hardened member.

Out of curiousity, you couldn’t help but for a moment break apart the kiss, with your glossy from saliva lips grasping against one another, being constantly tickled with your hot pants, simply to lower your gaze in a not very discreet manner; taking a peek at how his erection looked like. As you had entered into mature age, you often liked to fantasise about experiencing such moment before falling asleep. Now, it was a reality, and you could feel yourself dripping wet in anticipation. His size was rather big, and you not having been deflowered just yet, were concerned on whether how much it could possibly stretch you out, and initially make you feel a sharp tingling of pain until you adjusted yourself.

“Raqagon skoros ao ūndegon? (Like what you see?)” upon hearing his question in High Valyrian, it had been quite obvious you were dumbfounded by his very own size, with a crimson tint creeping across your cheeks when you looked back into the smug gawk he carried in his green eyes. You gulped, allowing him to speak before you could answer. A chuckle spurred from him, “Ah, those eyes of you say enough, my love.” you gasped, feeling how in a swift movement, he abruptly leaned close enough to have the wet tip of his erect cock pressing tightly against your moist pussy. The pressure felt good enough, and you already craved to have him filling you.

“I will show you, just how virile I can be. Better than that silly man you got betrothed to, surely.” as Lucerys held you tightly against the wall, leaning his head down to teasingly bite your neck and leave some marks, the Lordling promptly entered his size into your tight cavity, making a slightly audible fleshy sound due to your wetness. Your eyes fluttered shut as you released a sudden groan simultaneously along him, who groaned against your sensitive skin as he nibbled softly on your neck. The pain of having your inner walls stretched made you bite your lower lip, trying to get used to the feeling of his hot cock, as he kept using his very own Valyrian words to provoke you further. A little grin formed at the corner of his rosy lips, feeling your slick run through his erection.

“You are so tight,” he growled out, trailing his lips lower to kiss your collarbone, and wander around your breasts as your dress was slightly loose, with the intentions of leaving his lovemarks on your velvet-like skin. “And you have no idea how good you feel.” luke continued. You had adjusted to his member rather rapidly, helping him by moving your hips in a downward motion, releasing a breathy gasp as he entered deeper. As much as he wished to fuck your brain out and establish who was the one that truly deserved you, that didn’t mean Luke would actually do anything to harm you — he simply wished for you to have a moment to remember with him.

“P-Please, my dragon Lord, continue...” your words were a plea, and he did as you wished. Moving his head back up, he took the skin of your neck in between his teeth, biting harder as you threw your head back to give him more carnal access. As soon as you gave the green light, he buried his cock deeper inside of you, snapping his own hips in a leisurely growing rough manner; not being able to contain what he had wished to do to you for such a long time. Your legs trembled from pleasure, feeling how you felt fulfilled with him inside of you. “L-Lucerys... Hmm,” you groaned quietly. You wished to not be as vocal as you could actually be, in order to not be noticed by anyone else, but Lucerys preferred otherwise.

Being satisfied as he noticed some faint, ghosthly bruises and marks began appearing on your neck and cleavage, he trailed his lips against your skin up towards your ear, nibbling on your earlobe and panting against it on purpose. “I don’t care if anyone sees us,” as you thought earlier, it seemed as if he could read your thoughts. “I would much prefer to have everyone hear just how beautifully vocal you are, begging for my cock, just so they can see who you belong to.”

The young Lord had a way with charming you off your feet using his words. With every word he said in the former sentence, his movements became rougher, hearing him groaning and moaning even louder with every pound he gave to your sweetly wet pussy using his cock. Every in-and-out movement the dragon Prince had against your genitalia, the fleshier sounds simply intensified, making you shake your entire body and not being able to form a proper, coherent speech.

Your forehead dripped sweat from the physical excercise, being a mess of incoherent moaning and panting. Soon enough, a fiery heat wave tightened your chest, leisurely travelling down towards your stomach in the form of a knot; it could nearly make you see stars. You knew exactly what it meant, as simultaneously his hardened bulge twitched inside of you, going faster.

The Lord closed his eyes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Both of you clinged to one another as if your life depended on it, but it was solely what you had always wished it would happen.

“I-I think, I-I’m going to cum.” he stuttered, before he interrupted himself with a loud gaspy moan. “M-Me too, Luke... P-Please, f-fill me... Fill me with your seed. Cum inside of me.” you pleaded once again, and it seemed to work perfectly for him just to fuck you harder. A scoff escaped off of his lips.

“Oh, I-I wasn’t planning on doing it any other way, p-princess.” both your grunts intensified with every movement he made, feeling yourself fulfilled, nearly melting under the way he so perfectly satisfied your untouched needs. “I will only allow you to cum, i-if you scream my name.” softly, pecking sloppy little kisses around your jawline, one of his hands had began to playfully grop one of your breasts, squeezing it on his hand. You gulped, feeling yourself barely being able to think. You just preferred to serve him, and satisfy one another. You were wrapped right around his finger, melting under his gaze, kisses, touch, and cock.

“L-Lucerys, please...”

All the energy you had remaining was drained, in a good way. You were exhausted. The next moans rolling off your lips with his name, were a bit more hitched, stuttering, weakly coming out of your lips as you felt yourself finally reaching the peak of your excitement. With a few last lazy movements, he finished to pound against you for the last time, before he harshly pressed the entire body of his dick inside of you, releasing together a scream of pleasure as you could feel how the warm liquids of his seed filled your stomach very slowly, and his cock became slippery from your own moist discharge. His semen mixed with your own wetness, oozing right out of you and dripping through your legs. Tiredly, he adverted his gaze downwards, to turn himself on at the precious sight of your cumming. You were filled with him, and none of you would want it any other way.

Once you had simultaneously come, releasing your discharges rightfully and orgasming properly, a few moments of silence loomed over you with the mere sound of your pantings as, with one last growl coming off your throats, he slipped his erection out of you, and threw his body against you. There was sweat on your body from all the movements and the intensity. The Lord chuckled, with his breath hitched. A certain pride filled him. He knew he was able to fuck you like no other and that certainly you could never compare him to any other man, and much less to your own political betrothed. The mere thought of you having to marry made Lucerys jealous, but in reality, deep down inside, he knew he already had you all for himself.

“You should come visit me in Driftmark more often, my love.” he mumbled near your ear, pressing a loving kiss on your jawline. “We will certainly enjoy ourselves there, without any betrothed to possibly bother us.” in response, you weakly chuckled. Your private zone was already sore, with the sticky fluids remaining there and drying, nearly being able to stand due to the trembling in your legs. “Besides, in Driftmark...”

He stood silent for a moment, smiling to himself. Provoking a yelp to come from you and causing your eyes to widen, the Lord slided his hand once again under your dress, pressing his hand against your still moist and sore pussy, with two fingers nearly inside your entrance. “Ao jāhor gūrēñagon skorkydoso naejot kipagon nykeā drēje zaldrīzes. (You will learn how to ride a true dragon.)”

Your jaw dropped faintly in surprise, feeling your own cheeks boiling from the fluster of his words. Pressing his lips against your chin, you could see how he smirked. “In the morrow, you should be carrying my seed in your womb. And you can only imagine how badly that turns me on.” one last time, his green eyes pierced through your body, scanning you up and down. You were a true Valyrian delicacy he could taste for hours, everyday of his life. His hand suddenly appeared from under your dress, making you feel an empty sensation of being let down, and slowly walked towards where you had come from.

“I will see you very soon, my love. This is only the beginning.”

And he was right. What there was in between the two of you, that always remained there, was just starting to bloom and show it’s true colours. The ones that screamed to be released, knowing the mutual feelings.

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[veethefreeelf]

Resistance is futile - O.SH

Summary: 

Your best friend had introduced you to Sehun saying you two would get along perfectly. As soon as he opened his mouth, you wanted to kill him. This is the first and last time you’ll see him, right?

Wordcount: 6.8k

Warnings: sub! x dom! dynamics (if you’re not into that, this is not the fic for you), power play, degradation, possessive Sehun, slut and whore used a lot, also baby girl and little one, nipple play (nipple clamps), silk restraints, pussy slapping, spanking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, toys, protected vaginal penetration, oral f. receiving, tit slapping.

Requested: yes, here

P.S - Italic is for thoughts mainly from the characters’ perspective and quotes.

‘What an asshole…’ was your first thought after meeting Oh Sehun. 

You couldn’t believe your best friend actually thought you would get along. He sounded like a cocky asshole with way too many women fawning over him which means he had a gigantic ego to come along with his abrasive personality.

“Excuse me?” you asked him. You couldn’t believe what he had just told you.

“You heard me the first time, baby girl. No need to pretend you didn’t” he said as he turned to your best friend that had just introduced you two to each other.

“I said no brats, Blake. She screams trouble. I don’t like trouble” he said to Blake, your best friend who was now regretting all of their life choices that brought them to this very moment, with you shooting daggers at them.

“Sehun, don’t be annoying. Y/N is amazing and she is very much what you usually look for trust me” she said looking back at you.

“Of all the things you have done to me, Blake, this takes the fucking cake. This guy’s an asshole. I don’t like assholes” you said, spitting his words back at him.

“Also call me ‘baby girl’ again and you’ll have your balls kicked back inside your body” you kept going.

“Y/N! Behave. You two need to sit down and talk. Come on. You both know me. You know I wouldn’t make this suggestion unless I was absolutely certain of what I was doing” Blake said as they looked between you and Sehun.

You have to give it to Blake. They have never steered you wrong in this department. You had… Let’s say… Particular tastes in the bedroom. You also didn’t want to be tied down, you were focused on your career so you wanted only sexual relationships with people. No feelings, no meeting the parents, none of that. Not now at least. 

You were looking for someone different… You wanted to be dominated but only in the bedroom and doms well… They stay doms even outside of the bedroom which clashes with your bitchy personality. You are a submissive little thing only in the appropriate scenarios. Outside of that, you are a menace and take shit from no one which is why this initial conversation with Sehun has left you not wanting to explore anything else with him.

“Usually I trust your judgment but Sehun here already said ‘I’m too curvy for him’ so I would much rather not waste my time. Degradation is fine. I draw the line at assholeness” you said as you sipped your drink.

He laughed.

“Hmm… I think Blake is right. Let’s talk. What do you say? I’ll put the assholeness away, for now” he said as he looked you up and down and licked his lips.

Fuck, he may be an asshole but he is fucking gorgeous. He made you want to throw all your principles out the window at that moment . ‘Stay strong, Y/N. Get your shit together’. 

You sighed.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out” you told him and then turned to Blake.

“As for you, you better be right about this one” you had told them.

Blake rolled their eyes and moved away from the two of you and into the party that was currently going on around you.

Sehun started leading you to a table in the back of the rooftop you were in. Understandable. You couldn’t let this conversation be heard. Not here at your office party with all your colleagues and bosses around.

“So, not a great introduction. My bad. Can you get past it?” he asked after you sat down.

“Don’t know yet. Want to hear more. Blake said there was a reason they thought we would be good together and that intrigues me so why don’t you start by telling me what you want and what you are looking for in this… relationship” you answered him and opened the floor for him to change your mind.

“Well, not sure what Blake has told you about me but I’m a very busy person. Don’t have time for the typical relationship nor am I interested in that for now. I want someone who is looking for the same thing. I am very dominant in the bedroom which means I am looking for someone to be submissive to me. Always. No switching ever. As for kinks… Degradation, overstimulation, orgasm denial and a few more. We can talk about it in more detail after. My hard limit is anything relating to bringing other people into the bedroom. No fucking chance. I don’t like sharing. That’s the basics. What about you?”

‘Interesting’ you thought. Blake did know how to pick them for you.

“Pretty much the same for me. I’m focused on my career, don’t have time and don’t want a traditional relationship. Over the years I’ve been looking for someone to have more of a permanent deal. I’m sick and tired of having to look for different partners. I am very submissive in the bedroom. I do have some bratty tendencies but not too much. As I’m sure you figured out, outside of the bedroom, it’s a different story. I will not be talked to in the same way outside of the bedroom as I am talked to in the bedroom. As for kinks, those are fine. We can discuss more later, if we’re both interested. My hard limit is anything anal. Not my jam” you finished and he smiled.

“Sounds good to me. Want to get out of here?” he asked you.

Did you? Yes, you did. But was this the right choice? You were still on the fence about him due to his wonderful opening line but you do see some potential. You can always go home with him now and if it’s not what you were looking for or not worth having to deal with his smart mouth, you can just call it off right there.

“I do. But let’s say this is on a trial basis for tonight. Let’s see if we’re a good fit. If not, we go our separate ways” you told him.

“Sounds good. Let’s go then” he said as he got up from his seat.

“My apartment okay?” he asked you.

“Sure, if you murder me, Blake will know it was you so all good” you said jokingly and he laughed.

As he drove the both of you to his apartment, you kept looking over at him driving. He was sexy. Very sexy. He has a resting best face most of the time but so do you. Oh but it looks much better on him though.

He interrupted your thoughts.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he looked over at you when he stopped at a red light.

“Yes, but I’m sure that’s not surprising to you. For an asshole, you’re very intriguing” you told him and started to look out the window.

“About the ‘baby girl’ thing… Is that an in public rule or a hard no?” he asked you and you laughed.

“In public rule. I don’t mind it in the appropriate setting” you told him.

“Good to know. Any other pet names you like?” he asked again.

“‘Little one’ is my favorite. Not very common but I read it in a book once and fell in love with it” you told him and he hummed.

The rest of the ride to his apartment was silent. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. 

He led you through his apartment door and you were able to walk in and look around a bit when he moved to take off his jacket and shoes. It was a nice apartment. Simple. Light colors. Lots of room. You could see a small bed and a chest with some dog toys next to the couch.

“You have a dog?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah, his name is Vivi. He isn’t here tonight though” he said and you tried not to show your disappointment.

 He laughed.

“Wanted to meet him, huh?” he asked you.

“Sorry, I love dogs. Kind of my only weakness in life really” you answered and smiled.

“Be good tonight and I’ll think about letting you meet him” he told you and you gulped.

“Using your puppy against me already?” you asked him.

“Let’s call this taking advantage of an opportunity” he said as he started to walk over to you.

“Take off your jacket, shoes and dress and meet me in the bedroom” he told you and leaned in closer to you.

“Last door on the right” he whispered in your ear while holding your chin as he started walking in the direction he told you.

You took your jacket, shoes and dress off and took a deep breath. ‘Here we go again’ you thought. Let’s hope this one is the right one.

You walked into the bedroom and he was standing in front of the bed staring at you.

“Took your time. Are you nervous, little one?” he asked and your breath got stuck in your throat. 

Oh he’s going to be fun, that’s for sure.

“Tricky dress, that’s all” you tried saying confidently.

He moved closer to you and started to kiss you. His hands were holding your face. He kept moving the both of you until your back reached the back wall of his bedroom.

You don’t know how long the both of you stayed there just making out. He was a great kisser. If this was any indication of what was to come, you were definitely going to want more once tonight ends.

He started to move away from you and was staring you up and down.

“How far do you want me to go tonight? Pick a safeword either way” he told you as he started to take off his shirt.

“Surprise me. That’s what safewords are for. Let’s stick to colors. Always works” you told him as you stared at his naked torso now.

“Hmm… let’s test some things” he said and started walking to his closet.

He pulled a box from his closet and started to move towards the bed.

“Lay down close to the headboard, little one” he told you and you did what he asked.

He took out silk restraints from the box and moved closer to you. He started to restrain both your hands against the headboard and you moaned a bit. 

“Too tight?” he asked, looking at you.

“No, perfect” you told him.

“Baby girl likes pain. Noted” he told you and moved to lay on top of you. 

He started kissing you again and you pulled on the restraints. ‘This is going to be tough’ you thought. You liked to touch your partners and you definitely wanted to touch him, very much.

He started kissing down your neck, kissing your collarbones, kissing down your chest. It felt like he wanted to cover your whole body in kisses. It felt so good. His lips were beautiful and he seemed to be enjoying himself terribly, humming and sighing as he kissed you, which made you wetter and wetter by the second.

Once he was done you were both breathing hard and he leaned back on his heels and stared at you while running his hands up and down your thighs.

You were getting impatient. You wanted him to keep going, to do something, anything. You pulled on your restraints stupidly and he started to stare into your eyes as he laughed.

“Patience is a virtue, little one. Also, resistance is futile at this point” he said as he grabbed your thighs with a bit more power.

“You sure are taking your time staring at someone too curvy for your taste” you bit back at him.

He spanked your thigh. Hard.

“No talking back. And that’s a line I use on every potential match I meet. I enjoy the reactions and can get a sense of what to expect from someone based on that. Now can we move on from that or are you going to bring it up again and not get fucked at all?” he asked you sternly.

You stayed silent and he started to shake his head.

“Use your words and answer me now” he told you as he started to look through the box that was now next to him on the bed.

“I won’t bring it up again” you said and he stared at you.

Not good enough. You knew better than that.

“I won’t bring it up again, sir” you tried again and he hummed, satisfied.

“Good girl” he said and took out a small vibrator from the box.

“Let’s keep having fun, yeah little one?”

“Yes, sir”

He turned on the vibrator and started to move it up your legs as he leaned down to kiss you again. 

He pushed the vibrator against your clit through your panties and you moaned loudly into his mouth.

He started to kiss your neck and leave hickies as he increased the power on the vibrator. He pushed the palm of his hand against your pussy and trapped the vibrator between your clit and his hand. 

You were getting louder now, your breaths were shallow and you were starting to get closer and closer to the edge. 

“You sound so good, baby girl. Hmm I knew you would the moment I looked at you” he said and you were dripping now. Panties ruined and about to reach your peak and he completely removed himself and the vibrator from you and you sighed.

“Holding your complaints. What a good girl” he told you as he turned off the vibrator and placed it next to him.

“Open your eyes and look at me” he told you and you obeyed.

He grabbed your pussy and started massaging your clit slowly.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take a few more of those. I’m gonna taste you now. You’re fucking dripping. I bet you taste phenomenal” he told you as he started to take off your panties.

Orgasm denial is not your strength but it seems that’s the game to play tonight and if you play right, you might get a very good reward. You will do your fucking best.

After taking off your panties, he moved up to pull your bra up and started sucking your tits. He kept leaving hickies everywhere which you would need to worry about tomorrow when trying to hide them but definitely wouldn’t worry about them now.

You kept humming and you wanted to touch him so bad. You hated these restraints right now.

He moved down your body and started to eat you out. He focused on your clit at first. Sucking, licking, biting while both of his hands massaged your tits and pinched your nipples. 

You were moaning so loudly now. This felt incredible. Not enough to make you cum but enough to make you want him desperately. 

You pulled on your restraints again.

He lifted his head and smiled at you.

“Stop pulling on those or they will leave a mark. Use your words, baby girl. Tell me what you want from me and I might just give it to you” he told you as he kept pinching and twisting your nipples.

“Need more, sir. Please” you asked in your best begging voice. Fuck this was getting you wetter.

“Tell me exactly what you want, little one” he told you and started to kiss your clit.

“Your fingers, please, sir. I need your fingers” you sounded desperate but you didn’t care.

“Good girl” he said and started to finger you while his mouth focused on your clit.

His other hand now moved from your tit to your neck and he tentatively squeezed you. He looked back at you to see your reaction.

“Green, green, sir. Green” you told him and he laughed into your pussy.

He started to choke you harder and kept eating you out and fingering you. You were so fucking close again. You tried pretending like you weren’t close but he was inside you and could feel you starting to squeeze his fingers a little too hard and he pulled back completely from you.

“Fuck” you had let out and he spanked your thigh hard three times.

“You’ll take everything I give you and thank me for it, understood?” he asked, now massaging the place on your thigh he had just spanked.

“Y..Yes, sir… Sorry, sir…” you said as your breathing was evening out.

He moved away from you and got up from the bed. You stared at him and started to worry at first but then realized he was just removing the rest of his clothing.

After he removed the remaining pieces of clothes, you stared at him. He was hard and he truly was beautiful from head to toe. Even his dick was gorgeous. Perfect size and just staring at you. You started salivating and he gave you a short laugh.

Sehun joined you on the bed again and started to rub the tip of his cock in your folds. You started to move your hips with him and you were both panting now. He was also getting impatient, you could tell.

He sat back on his heels and leaned over to get the vibrator again. He turned it on and placed it on your clit on the lowest setting. He again trapped the vibrator between his hand and your clit and applied pressure.

With his other hand he started to stroke his cock and he kept staring at you.

Your moans were increasing again. With each orgasm he denies you, you get more and more sensitive and desperate to cum. He just started this third round and you are already getting desperate and getting close.

“Getting desperate, baby girl? You’re being so good, just a bit longer, I promise” he told you and as he finished his sentence he moved his cock closer to your pussy and pushed just the head against your hole.

Your breath hitched. Fuck, you really need him to fuck you. Bad. No more games.You need him now.

“Please… Please, sir… I’m so close…” you said and you looked between your bodies where he was holding his cock barely against your hole.

He leaned down to bite on one of your nipples and you started getting louder again and he removed himself from you completely. Again.

You were breathing really fast and started to whine and he leaned into your ear to praise your efforts. 

He did this exact same torture two more times. No one had ever denied you 5 times in a row. You were losing your mind and you were starting to lose your patience but at the same time he had made you feel like no one else had. Addicted. Desperate. You wanted to keep going. You wanted to continue getting praise. You wanted to be his good girl. His baby girl. 

He leaned his forehead in yours now and just whispered ‘so good’ over and over again. You could tell this was exactly what he was looking for too and you wanted to keep going.

He closed the box next to him and put it on the floor next to the bed. He reached back up to you and started to remove the silk restraints from you and you started to get excited.

“You were so good for me. You get to touch now” he said.

“Finally” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. 

You kept kissing for a while and moaning with your naked bodies intertwined and suddenly he pulled away.

He moved to the nightstand to get the condoms and started to roll one on his dick as you stared at him and licked your lips. 

He got closer to you and flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under your stomach to lift your ass up and he started to move his cock up and down your pussy again.

He spanked your ass and entered you without any warning. You were so wet and he had tortured you for so long that it was easy for him to just move into you until he bottomed out.

He didn’t give you any more warnings and he started to pound into you from behind. One of his hands was holding your hip and the other was pulling your hair and head back.

Fuck, you knew you weren’t gonna last and he seemed to be in the same both as you. 

“Touch yourself for me, little one” he told you and you moved your hand down to your clit and you knew you would soon be done.

You were being loud and so was he. Grunting and moaning and his movements started getting sloppier and you started getting closer and closer. He spanked you one last time and that drove you over the edge and you came with a cry of his name.

You kept moaning and your vision went white. This had been the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. 

You were still coming down from your orgasm and he bit down on your shoulder and spilled into the condom. 

He was holding himself up with one arm, half laying on you while the both of you recovered. 

You started to fall asleep. You were so absolutely satisfied but completely exhausted. You felt Sehun get up and when he came back he was not letting you sleep in peace.

“Come on, little one. Don’t get bratty on me now. Let’s take a shower and then you can sleep, okay?”

You grumbled and turned away from him. 

He spanked you again. This time lightly in comparison to the spanks from before.

“Move, lazy girl” he laughed as he told you.

You got up and you both showered and got back into bed. 

“In case it’s not clear, I’m staying over. Might fall asleep in the Uber if I leave now” you told him as you started to feel cozy and warm in his bed.

“Of course, Y/N. I wasn’t going to kick you out after that. I’m not a complete asshole” he said as he also started to get comfortable.

“Hmm… No ‘Y/N’ in here. Don’t ruin in” you told him and he huffed a laugh.

“Deal, little one. I’m assuming I meet your criteria and we can do this regularly then?” he asked you and you barely heard him as you were already starting to drift off to sleep.

“Yes, sir. Absolutely. Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m sleepy” you told him and you don’t remember if he answered since you fell asleep almost instantly.

You woke up the next morning and it was all good. Nothing was awkward. Sehun tried offering you breakfast but you told him you needed to go to get ready for a friend’s birthday brunch. You exchanged phone numbers and the deal was on.

It was great finally having someone you could do this regularly with who wanted the same thing as you. Sure, you had been wrong before but Sehun seemed different. He was like you. This time, there would be no hidden feelings and no complications, no. You would simply hang out when you needed to relieve some tension and that was it.

You had talked a few times over text which generally would be against your rules but he immediately told you ‘don’t overthink it, I think we’re really similar and I think you’re cool so I want to be friends and we can keep both things separate if it makes you feel better’. And it did make you feel better. He was a great guy. Funny. And you shared the same sense of humor so being friends with him was easy and you both knew there was no secret intentions behind this friendship or your deal.

Unfortunately, the only thing that had happened between you two in the next week was those text messages. He had been very busy with some company-wide situation and you were also busy getting ready for the final presentation of your deal to one of our clients. And, tonight you had the final company party of the year to announce the goals for the rest of this quarter and next year’s goals.

You and Blake arrived together at the party since neither of you wanted to drive, you chose to take an Uber together.

The party looked great. As usual. The board spared no expenses in order to make you all feel a part of something real and meaningful. You were grateful. This has been the first job where you felt happy and content with management and your growth in the company.

You and Blake sit at your table and thank fuck you were seated at the same table. Just because you were overall happy with the company, doesn’t mean there weren’t some bad apples in the company that you definitely did not want to sit next to and have to deal with all night.

You started to hear a really loud laugh. It was a funny laugh at first and made you laugh yourself but you started to get annoyed. You just had to have the table by the loudest most annoying laugh in the room. Of course.

You turned around to check out who was the culprit. You had to know in order to avoid them next time you were in this situation.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Oh Sehun. Of course. Why was his laugh this loud? For what reason? And the way he switched between his loud laugh and an absolute resting bitch face was something to marvel at for sure.

But… Why was he here? You were confused. You had never seen him at any company-wide party before. And you absolutely had never heard this laugh before, you would have remembered it. Had you missed him completely before? 

It seemed you had stared a bit too long at him and he sensed it because now he was looking at you and lifting his class up to signal he saw you. You lifted a brow at him, rolled your eyes and turned away from him.

“Did Sehun always work for this company? How have I never seen him before and why would you tell me to fuck him? You know I don’t like to dip my pen in the company ink…” you asked Blake when most of your table was gone.

“Because I knew you two would get along and I knew you would immediately tell me no if you knew he worked at the company. Pretty obvious, actually” they answered you.

“Besides, he is so high up in the chain you won’t ever see him around anyways. I’m actually surprised he’s here tonight. There’s always some excuse for him not to make it” they added.

“Great. I’m fucking one of my bosses, Wonderful. Thanks!” you said to Blake sarcastically.

“You’re welcome aaaaaand he’s coming this way so I’m gonna go. Have fun, be safe!” they told you before they got up and left.

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry for the surprise. Didn’t want to ruin a good thing” he said as he sat down in Blake’s now empty seat.

“You chose right. Had I known, this would never have happened and that would be unfortunate wouldn’t it?” you asked as you started to flirt with him. 

You needed him badly and now that he was here, you needed to make your intentions very clear about how you want tonight to end.

“Meet me at the entrance at 11:30. Don’t be late” he told you and left to go back to his table.

The night seemed to go by very, very slow, more so now that you knew what awaited you after you left. You were pretending to hear whatever one of your very boring colleagues was trying to tell you about but you were lost in your thoughts and you didn’t even notice his hand touching your arm. 

As soon as you noticed, you flinched and backed away from him. You ended up telling him off completely. He shouldn’t have tried to touch you without your consent and if he tried anything else with you, HR would be hearing all of this. 

You got up and were walking to the bathroom when someone grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer.

“It’s me. Quite the show with your colleague. I should fire him just for even looking at you” Sehun growled in your ear.

“You shouldn’t surprise people this way either. Almost elbowed you in the ribs. And I can defend myself. He already got an earful” you told him.

“Let’s go now before someone else decides to touch what’s mine” he told you and started to move towards the entrance.

“What’s yours? That deal is off outside the bedroom, Sehun” you told him as you followed him out the venue, 

“No, it isn’t. I told you. I don’t like sharing. That’s my hard limit. And you want to start fucking up now? Already? Fine. I’ll fucking show you tonight then” he told you as he turned around and got very close to your lips.

This was the second time he was driving you both to his apartment. This time, however, he was in a very different mood. His resting bitch face was out and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

This was going to be a very interesting night.

He parked the car in the garage and before you could open the door to get out he spoke up.

“Here’s the code to my apartment. Get in. Strip down completely and wait for me on the bed. Don’t speak. Go. Now.”

You said nothing and started making your way up. You were very wet already. Why was he so sexy when he got like this? ‘Fucking unfair’ you thought.

You got into the apartment and quickly took off all your clothes and moved to sit on the bed. You didn’t know how long he was going to take but you didn’t want to risk it. It already seemed like you would be in for a very long night,you didn’t need to make this any worse for yourself. 

As you were finishing your thoughts, he walked through the bedroom door and didn’t say a word. He took off all his clothes except his underwear and moved to his closet. You already knew what he was going to get but right now you couldn’t decide if you should be excited or scared.

He placed the box on the bed and stared at you. He looked you over from head to toe and his face had such intensity… Excited. You were definitely excited. Being scared has disappeared from your mind completely.

“Move up. No fucking touching for you again. Not until you learn” he told and you gulped.

You moved up on the bed as he told you to.

“I didn’t know that applied outside of the bedroom. You mentioned sharing in that sense, I didn’t know you meant outside of it. And, I didn’t want him to touch me. He did it without my consent. I wasn’t paying attention, I was–”

“It doesn’t matter. Pay attention next time. Don’t want to have to sit there and watch that. Even if it isn’t welcome. Now that you know that it applies to in and outside of the bedroom, I’m going to give you an out. If you take it, we are done. With the deal, I mean. If you don’t take it, I expect you to take care of what’s mine when I’m not around” he told you as he started to take the silk restraints out of the box.

Usually possessiveness was not something that you enjoyed but to be fair, you get it. You wouldn’t want to share him with anyone either. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know. I’ll be better from now on. Promise” you told him and looked straight into his eyes so he knew you meant it.

He started to restrain your hands against his headboard and you just stared at him. He wasn’t going to be nice tonight, you know that much.

“Safeword?” he asked after he was satisfied with the restrains on your wrists.

“Colors, sir” you said as you started to lay down. 

As soon as your head hit the pillow, he climbed over you and started to kiss you. Shit, you had forgotten how good of a kisser he was. You could just kiss him for hours like this. You were starting to moan and he bit your lip hard and moved away from you.

“This is a punishment. Your enjoyment doesn’t matter tonight, understood?” he asked you and you nodded and agreed. You figured as much.

He moved to the box and pulled out nipple clamps. This was new for you. You had never tried this before. Your nipples were very sensitive so you weren’t sure how this was going to feel but you wanted to find out.

He looked over at you and raised his brow at you. You knew what he was silently asking you.

“Green, sir” you said and he nodded.

He started to massage your breasts and kiss you again.

And as soon as you forgot what he was holding in his hands, he clamped one of your nipples and you gasped. He started to kiss you again and kept massaging your breasts and he surprised you again with the other clamp. It felt different. Painful but pleasurable at the same time. Difficult to describe, but you knew you were getting wetter.

He placed a kiss on each of your breasts and took the small vibrator out of the box. He turned it on to the highest setting and smirked. Oh. You get it now. He’s going to try and push you to your limit. You gulped.

He looked over at you and slapped your pussy. So hard. You almost came right then. You were being stimulated in ways you’ve never had been before and it was all overwhelming in the best way. 

He got up, took his underwear off and got back on the bed. He was kneeling between your legs and started to run his hands up and down your legs while he stared at your pussy.

“You’re pretty everywhere, you know that?” he asked as he kept staring at your pussy.

“Thank you, sir. You are too” you said as you stared right back at him.

He took the vibrator and placed it on your clit. In the highest setting. He trapped it between his hand and your clit and you knew this move by heart now. Except this time, you don’t think he will deny you your orgasm. You have a feeling he is going with the other end of the spectrum. 

He leaned over and started kissing your neck. He began pushing the vibrator against your clit harder and then softer. He was alternating rhythms constantly and you were losing it already.

You started to pant and moan so loud and he could tell you were close and before you knew it, you came. 

He didn’t move his hand away, not even a little bit. He kept the vibrator right against your clit and didn’t even give you time to recover from your high.

“Sensitive, please… Wait a bit, sir, please” you begged.

“No. Take it. Silently. I only wanna hear you moan or say my name. No complaining or it gets worse” he warned you.

You started to whine but you pushed through. You wanted to be good for him. Desperately.

He leaned back on his heels and kept pressing the vibrator onto your clit. With his other hand he started to massage your breasts softly and you hissed. 

“Fuck…” you heard him curse almost in a whisper. He was already getting affected too.

He stopped massaging your breasts and started to stroke his cock with his free hand while pressing the vibrator against your clit and he started the abuse on your clit again by alternating the pressure. 

He kept stroking his cock and removed the vibrator from your clit. He now placed it on your hole and kept pushing it in for a few seconds and taking it out until you could only feel the vibrations against your hole.

Fuck, this was a new kind of torture. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to be the one stroking his cock. You started to stare at his cock and you were whining now.

“Next time be good and you might be the one doing this” he told you and you looked up.

He kept this pace with the vibrator in and out of your pussy entrance. With his other hand, he stopped stroking his cock and placed his fingers on your clit. He started to do figure eights on your clit and you knew you were going to be gone soon.

A few more strokes like this and you were over the edge again. You could feel yourself dripping and your pussy hole kept clenching around nothing now that he moved the vibrator away.

He again gave you no time to recover and pushed the vibrator back to your clit. His other hand went to your hole and he started to finger you. Two fingers at first and quickly he added a third and started an aggressive pace that had you seeing stars. 

Soon enough, you were close again and you started moaning again very loudly. You were never this loud before. Tears were flowing down your face and as you came a third time.

As you were coming down from your high, he removed his hands and vibrator from you and unclamped both your nipples. He started to massage your breasts and as the blood flow came back to your nipple, you started to wail. You had never felt anything like this before. Your orgasm had been amplified like never before. Your eyes were shut and you kept panting and moaning and whining.

Sehun was now whispering in your ear words you haven’t heard all night.

“Such a good girl. My baby girl. You’re so good. You’re so good to me. We’re almost done. Almost done. Promise” he continued praising and reassuring you.

Once you opened your eyes, you could see he was staring down at you and he had a worried look on his face.

“Color, little one?”

“Green, sir… G..Green” you said weakly but you didn’t want him to stop. He had to fuck you.

“Please, keep going. Fuck me, sir… Please… I need it” you were begging.

“Shhh… I will, little one. Remember your colors and tell me if it’s too much” he told you before he started to hold his cock by your entrance.

Much like last time, he grabbed a condom and pushed in, easily. He started to thrust hard against you. He set a very fast and hard pace. He was reaching places inside you you didn’t think was possible.

He leaned back a bit, lifted your hip with one hand and pushed down on your stomach with his other hand. In this position and with his hand pushing down on you, he was hitting your g-spot constantly and so fucking hard. It was only a matter of time.

The hand that was holding your hip moved to your clit and as soon as he pinched your clit you came again. You were squeezing his cock so hard, it was hard for him to move inside you but he kept going.

“One more. One more, little one…” he said as he was nearing his end as well.

He placed both your legs on his shoulder and he continued pounding into you. 

He grabbed one of your tits and started to pinch your nipple and with his free hand he again pushed down on your clit. It wasn’t long before you came again and he finished a few seconds after you.

You don’t remember much after that. You were so exhausted. You needed to sleep and after making sure you were okay and releasing your wrists from the headboard, he let you rest.

You woke up in his bed and he was already up and was scrolling on his phone.

“Let’s do this exclusively, yeah? I’m not sure if you planned to see other people, but I meant it with the ‘no sharing’. You’re too good for that” he told you, eyes still facing his phone.

“I didn’t plan on seeing anyone else. No sharing it is. Exclusive deal but still the same deal” you told him, now moving off of the bed to go shower.

“Of course. Same deal” he told you as he lifted his head from his phone and smiled at you.

You were reminded to thank Blake later. 

Not only have they found you a good friend, but also your perfect dom.

Hey guys! I hope you guys enjoy this one. A lot of things were new for me here but I enjoyed writing this a lot! As usual, please let me know in the comments and such if you enjoyed reading it 💕 Thank you for supporting me! CHEERS 🥂

[thezoraprince]

Classmates - zora x reader headcanons

“I know you’re closed bestie but I’m just sending this in before I forget it in my goldfish brain. I have a particular classmate in my geology courses that takes every opportunity they can to work with me, and he basically doesn’t do his own work and makes me teach him things even when I don’t understand. I’ve have to talk to professors about him before, and I thought he’d finally leave me alone and then BAM the fothermucker was back at it again!! I get so drained from working with him, and it honestly ruins my day. But I can’t tell him no or else I look like the bitch. How would Bazz/Sidon/Ledo/literally anyone defend their sweetheart from this behavior when they noticed?” - @rocklover719

you and @bertie-bats are literally keeping my blog alive. not because of the requests, but because you both motivate me to write stuff lmaooooo (i have 0 drive to do anything right now, so your presence in my inbox is greatly appreciated)

i only did zora's for this one, and i wanted to add more, but my brain is literal mush rn. i made Bazz's the longest though, just for you :)

i hope you enjoy :) 

(p.s.: i’ll kick someone’s ass if i need to. i’m willing to make the 24+ hour cross country drive <3)

Sidon

he listens so intently as you vent

and he has half a mind to go talk to this person for you

but he knows it would be best if you did it yourself

“Y/n… if you come off in a way that seems… bitchy… then that’s his problem.”

he’d do his best to make you feel better

“You can do it. I believe in you.”

but of course he’s coming with you

because he wants to be there for emotional support

Bazz

as soon as you begin to vent, he’s ready to kick someone’s ass

and you have to sternly tell him no

“Y/n…”

“Bazz…”

“What? He’s a grown adult. He should know how to behave and that his actions have consequences. Let. Me. Handle. It.”

he’d sneak into class with you and watch everything unfold, watching how this guy weasels his way into your space and practically steals your work

and as class ends, he’d walk up to the both of you, pulling this guy to the side

“May I speak to you for a moment?”

you know shit’s about to get real

“I don’t really appreciate how you’re using y/n’s knowledge for your own benefit.”

you can hear them from just around the corner

“It’s uncomfortable to watch, and I can’t even begin imagine how [they] feel. Please stop, or you’ll be seeing more of me.” 

he’d come find you after, walking with you to wherever you needed to be next

“If he tries that again, let me know.”

RIVAN

this whole conversation is ‘I’m not listening as your partner. I’m listening as your bff.’

“Omg he did wHAT? That’s CRAZY!”

he actually lets you vent without trying to solve your problems

being a single dad has taught him a few things

“I think someone has a crush on you. Oooh!”

but he’ll definitely ask if you need him to step in

“But in all seriousness, if you need me to do something about it, you know I will.”

eventually, Rivan would sneak into your class

and instead of talking to the guy about the situation…

he’d give him a taste of his own medicine

Rivan would practically beg this guy to work with him, claiming to be a new student that got transferred in late

and you can bet after that, this guy will never speak to you again

Ledo

Ledo is 100000% taking this class with you

so he knows exactly how everything plays out

after class he’d pull you aside, making sure you’re out of ears reach from this guy

“Next time that asshole tries to pull that stunt, say you’ve promised to work with me.”

he’d sit next to you every day after that

and he’d be sure to give that guy dirty looks when you’re not looking

Torfeau

you vent ONE TIME

just once

that’s all it takes for Torfeau to ‘discuss the situation’ with him

[moonlightndaydreams]

The Country Club

student (adult aged) Minho x older fem!reader (she can be however old you want)

This had turned into a few random scenarios. MDNI // SMUT ⚠️‼️

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

CW: unprotected piv sex, creampie, nipple pinching, biting/blood kink?, car sex.

Minho works at the Country Club bistro three evenings a week, and it seems you have started eating there three times a week, now you’re aware of his shifts.

Tonight you're dining alone. No rich bitchy friends, nor your husband hanging around like usual. He wonders if you bring them to tease and taunt him, knowing he can look at you but not speak to you, knowing he can't touch you? Minho frowns at the thought of your husband. He doesn’t like the asshole one bit. He feels a jealously burn inside of him just at the mere thought that he owns you.

As the patrons leave one by one, Minho starts to feel nerves bubble up inside of him. Are you waiting for him? Are you going to speak to him? Is he going to feel your warm body wrapped around his aching dick? Are you going to tell him nothing will ever happen between you again? Why does even care?

As you get up from where you’re sitting and walk towards him, he busies himself with tidying the counter behind the bar.

"Minho." you say coolly. Why does your voice go straight to his cock?

"Well well well. If it isn't y/n." he smirks crossing his arms, hiding his nerves. "Waiting for some kind of after-hours service?" he arches an eyebrow.

Your expression doesn't change. "I was actually wondering how you get home after your shift?"

Oh. That. Minho sucks in a breath. "Well...um... I ride my pushbike." he feels his skin heating up. Pushbike? How fucking childish. He's not a kid.

"Well, I’m giving you a ride." it's your turn to smirk.

Minho grins deviously. "A ride you say?"

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"This isn't where I live." Minho squints as though he's trying to look out the window of your expensive car. You have driven around the back of the country club to a secluded grassed area. It is so dark, save for the small amount of light emitting from the dash.

Minho is absolutely throbbing for you. You're in a short leather skirt, cream sweater and your hair up in a high pony tail. Part preppy, part rich trophy wife.

He swallows hard as you shut off the engine and turn to him.

"Minho." you rest your manicured hand on his thigh. "My panties," you start. "The ones you kept from that first time. I want to know what you do with them." you purr.

"Oh do you now?” He laughs. “You wanna know what filthy shit I do to them, hmmm?"

His eyes watch you peel your hand away from his leg and rest it on your own thigh now. "Yes." you whisper. "Tell me." you slowly guide your hand up your inner thigh, squeezing your flesh here and there along the way.

"Sometimes," he licks his lips lustfully as your hand disappears under your leather skirt. "I put them in my mouth while I fuck into my hand."

You raise and eyebrow. "Yeah? What else?" you say breathily as your hand ventures further up your skirt.

"I wrap them around my cock. Fuck into them. Get it covered in cum." he starts to palm himself. He can't help himself.

"Wanna see what panties I'm wearing now?" you hum.

He nods. "Fuck yeah! Show me."

"I wanna see your cock first. Get it out for me." you instruct.

Minho is quick to comply. He wanted to play this absolutely cool, maybe even be a bit of a mean prick, and tell you to get it out yourself if you want it so bad. But it has been three weeks since he's tasted you, and he didn't even get his dick touched that day. He's only fucked you the once, and he needs to be inside you soon.

"You've got such a pretty cock, Minho." you take hold of it, eyes fixed to where it’s leaking. Then your mouth sinks over him. So warm, so wet. Minho's eyes roll into the back of his head as you take him in deeper than anyone has ever before.

"Fuck, you're good at this." he hisses. "Anyone would think you suck cock for a living."

The way his tip presses against the back of your throat, and the way your lips create a tight seal around his shaft, he knows he's going to cum too soon.

"Hey! You haven't shown me what panties you're wearing." he grips your pony tail and pulls you up abruptly. Your eyes are already watery and you have dribble all over your chin. So fucking slutty. So why does his heart beat so fast?

"You're absolutely right." you say and sit up.

He’s taken by surprise when you suddenly straddle him. His hands go straight to your thighs, guiding you as you are about to lower yourself onto his lap.

"But, you see, I'm not wearing any panties." you bite your lip and lift your skirt as you roll your bare, wet pussy over his length. You're so soft. Soaking wet. He wants to be inside you so bad.

He grips your hips forcing you to hold still. Silence fills the car. This is the first time he is this close to you face to face. His lips mere inches from yours. He hasn't even tasted them. He's fucked you brutally, eaten you out. But he hasn't even kissed you. He lifts his gaze to your eyes, but they are downcast, looking somewhere to the left.

"Look at me." he says low. Eventually, your eyes meet his. His chest tightens. No. No he can't be feeling these things. Fuck boy. He's a fuck boy. That's all he is to you.

So why does this moment feel so vulnerable? Why are you looking at him with soft eyes and parted lips? Where's that wild woman he normally sees?

Before Minho knows what he is doing, he cups your cheek with one hand, and gently pulls your face to his. Your lips connect softly, as though neither of you even know how to kiss. Slow, delicate, careful movements. He moans into your mouth, giving away just how good this feels to him. But you don't pull away, you melt further into him. He closes his eyes, becoming swept away in the feelings you're stirring up in him.

You do pull away, to peel your sweater off, revealing your pink lace bra. Minho barely takes in the sight of you as he pulls you back in to kiss you again. He needs your mouth on his. His fingers expertly unclasps your bra, letting it fall from your body, and he brings his hand around to squeeze your breast.

He explores your tongue with his, wanting to be deep inside your mouth, and grinds his erection against your wetness.

No words are spoken. The kiss isn’t even broken as you lift yourself high enough for Minho to angle his cock at your entrance. He swallows your moan as you lower yourself down onto his cock in one fluid move.

There’s no power struggle. There’s no roughness. You ride him slow. His cock reaches deep inside you. Your lips won’t leave each other. What is happening? Minho can’t understand. He’s only ever imagined fucking you hard and fast.

But this feels so good. He could do this forever. Fuck you slow and deep. He rolls his hips up to meet yours, hitting a new angle. You whimper as he keeps hitting into that spot over and over. He grips your ass, pulling your cheeks wide so he can reach even deeper. He needs to be as deep as possible. He needs to buried in you.

You start to kiss him more frantically, your hips move a little faster. Together, you build up the momentum until you’re finally fucking each other with some aggression. His fingers dig into your ass harder, and then he slaps your ass. Your wet cunt squelches at every thrust. This is more familiar to him. He slaps your ass again, and feels you tighten around him. You’re getting close, he can tell.

Three hard slaps in quick succession has you squealing against his mouth. Another five and you’re coming hard around his cock. Then he grips your hips and starts quickly fucking you up and down like you’re a cocksleeve. He’s so close to coming.

He brings a hand up to pinch your nipple as hard as he can, causing you to bite down viciously on his lip. It all happens so fast. He feels your teeth break the skin, and then then the taste of blood. It’s too much. He rips your head away by yanking your pony tail and tilts your head back, smearing blood from his lip along the column of your neck. He cums hard with a growl, filling you up.

Neither of you say anything as you calm down and clean up, but Minho is deeply confused. Why does fucking you feel so good? What’s this thing you both seem to have about biting?

But more importantly. What the fuck was that kiss, and why did it make his heart beat faster?

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[outsidersstuff16]

the outsiders preference

In which! your family body shames you in front of them.

TW: Alcohol, Smoking, Mental Abuse, and Fighting

this preference includes Ponyboy, Johnny, Dallas, Soda, and Darry. (In that order.)

I hope you enjoy!

Ponyboy-

it was a casual Tuesday in school, passing period. You were walking to Algebra with Ponyboy Curtis, a close friend and classmate. You two were talking casually when you were shoulder checked by your rude, snobby, and obnoxious older sister.

"sorry about that! I mean if you weren't so fat you wouldn't clog up the hallway and I wouldn't have run into you." your older sister said in an obnoxious tone. She was an attention whore, and everybody already knew. Pony looked at you with a hint of sorrow in his eyes. He however knew you weren't offended and knew she was saying what she said for attention.

"How can you be that much of an attention whore? You'd rather insult your little sister for your own fame? It's sad that you peaked in middle school." you said and walked away from the situation. You let out a relieved sigh and enters Mrs. B's room. Ponyboy spoke up.

"Are you ok? What she said was wrong and untrue, but I know that it can hurt you." You nodded and sat down preparing for class to start. Pony, however, knew better and hugged you and said to meet him at his locker after class since it was the end of the day.

(class is over)

You packed up your things in your bag and went to meet Ponyboy at his locker. He greeted you with a smile and hug. You two decided to go to the DX to see Soda and Steve.

Johnny-

You and Johnny were chillin out on a Saturday and you were meeting up with your dad so he could meet Johnny. Little did you know your dad was drunk. You and Johnny arrived at the dingo where you saw your dad with a beer bottle in both hands. You though oh shit. He's been double fisting. Your dad pulled you down to sit by your arm and he started the tell Johnny all about himself. Your dad started laughing.

"Now, Johnny how did you end up with my stick of a daughter? She's so small and petite and ugly. I don't see your attraction to her." Your dad said Johnny, however, had a quick comeback.

"It's good you don't see any attraction to her considering you 26 years older than her as well as her father. As for the comments on her body, I think she's the prettiest girl in the world and my opinion as well as hers are the only ones that matter. If you don't got nothin' nice to say, then don't say it. Good day, Asshole." Johnny finished and left with you, hand in hand. He turned to you and bent down to you slightly to give you a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry about him, baby. He's just a lowlife who's jealous because you found the love he's been missing. I love you." he said

"I love you too, thanks for sticking up for me back there."

Dallas-

You and Dallas were on your way to bucks house from the dingo. It was Friday night and Dallas wanted to go to Bucks house for his party, and of course you had to be there to since you were Dallas's new girlfriend. It wasn't all that exciting to you, an anti-social however Dallas couldn't wait to get there early. You had arrived to Bucks early to help set up for the party. For some reason Dallas couldn't keep his hands off of you. A couple hours flew by, and the house started to flood with people. One of those people being you Dick headed Cousin Tyler. You kept to Dallas' side and Tyler walked up to the bar, where you and Dallas was sitting. Tyler walked up to you

"Y/n? god I haven't seen your ugly twig Ish ass in a hot minute, who's this guy you got with you?" he asked in a bitchy tone. You looked down starting to feel insecure of what he said. You couldn't respond because you didn't know how to. Dallas whipped his head around and shot a glare to Tyler.

"Hey man watch how you're talkin to my girl man leave her alone. Who do you think you are?" Dallas said looking down to you and your disappointed face. "Hey honey, you'll be okay he's nothin. How'd he know you though?" You shook your head gently.

"he's my cousin Dal..." you said in a soft tone. "Excuse me." you excused yourself to go up to Dal's room. you walked upstairs and reached his room and opened the door and walked to his bed. You paused for a moment before sitting down. You looked to the floor and asked yourself why you had to be as small as you were and remembered all of the things Tyler said to you growing up; Go eat a burger, stupid stick, twig, you look like a crack addict with those thighs. It always mentally hurt you, but he did it in front of Dallas of all people. There was no way Dallas would love you after he heard your own cousin say that. Or so you thought. You stepped outside of your thoughts for more than just a moment to hear a man say "oh yeah Dallas! get 'em. It scared the shit out of you. You thought for sure the fuzz was gonna end up coming around by the end of the night tonight. A few moments later, Dallas entered the room with a bruised cheek. He let a few little laughs escape.

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I beat up your cousin for what he said... I hope you don't mind..." Dallas said, grabbing his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket along with his lighter. You pulled him closer and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks baby.." you say quietly

Sodapop-

It was a warm Tuesday summer morning, and you were with your boyfriend, Sodapop Curtis. It was a long night last night. You woke up next to your boyfriend in your bed. you turned to face him, admiring his features. You couldn't help but adore over his beauty. He was so beautiful. Soda then woke up.

"take a picture baby, it will last a whole lot longer." he said in a snarky tone. Your creepy Uncle walked in.

"hey Y/n. You wanna get a drink with me? I'll have lots of fun with ya hunny." he tried to pry himself between your legs.

"no, sorry I'm staying with my boyfriend right now." You replied gently. He got mad and punched a nearby wall.

"Damnit Y/n! You whore! Ever since your stupid fat ass started to date him you uh-uh-uh started um-" he paused and sighed "you've become more distant from me, you've gotten fatter and uglier sweetheart..." he tried this trick before with you. He was trying to sweet talk his way into you and Soda's down fall, however soda was not having it.

"What the hell do you mean uglier, bitch? Have you looked into the mirror lately, ogre? I don't care if she gains weight, she still will look pretty. Unlike you, you big, backed bitch." Soda spat in a hateful tone. You uncle attempted to come over and rip him from the bed spread but Soda got up and put your uncle into a head lock. "aww are you feelin' regret? I sure as hell hope so, talkin' about my girl like that." Soda let him go and pushed him out of your room. You uncle looked back in fear. Soda held a glare towards him and your uncle ran out of the house.

"Thanks Soda... I don't know what would have happened if you didn't do anything..." Soda climbed back in bed right next to you and gave you a passionate kiss.

Darry-

You and Darry just got done at a date and he had your smaller hand n his bigger one. You smiled warmly at him and continued to walk down the street to your home.

"Alright so this is me." you said and kissed him goodbye. You walked up on to your front porch. You mother threw a beer bottle and almost hit you. "Mom! Are you drunk again?" You yelled hoping Darry heard you, he did and ran back to you.

"Y/n! You fat obese whore! I wish you fuckin death you're my biggest mistake! " Your mother yelled, tears started to come to your eyes, and you stumbled back.

"Shut up, bitch you shouldn't be a parent. Burn in hell." Darry said calmly as he walked over to you giving you a huge hug and picking you up. "See hunny, you're not fat or obese I can carry you easily, baby.

"Darry, do you think I'm a mistake?" You ask, letting your mothers' words infiltrate your thoughts.

"No baby, you're not a mistake. Even if you where it would be the only good mistake she made, sweetheart." you snuggle yourself into his shoulder and find comfort in his scent. "I love you" he said gently.

"I love you too." You say with passion.

The END

[princess-of-the-corner]

I'm curious:

What do you think the Miracuclass would have been like with no Chloe? It's a universe where she doesn't exist?

She is such a force of nature, so a LOT would change, even before the main series.

My first thought is that the role of Class Asshole instead goes to Kim, who remains fairly oblivious to what hurts other people's feelings and can take shit way too far.

I'm not convinced Sabrina would be friends with the rest of the Girl Posse, even HC Sabrina. Canon Sabrina has a lot of moments where she does genuinely like being mean, and wouldn't really gel with the rest of the squad if she hadn't mellowed out in response to Chloe getting more intense.

HC Sabrina probably wouldn't have picked up Chloe's bitchy behaviors, but her idea of friendship would still be pretty skewed because of her dad and I think everyone else would be turned off by how hard she goes. They'd find it weird and uncomfortable and wouldn't really have all the right tools or circumstances to have the conversation that Chloe and Sabrina manage to have. I feel like this would actually cause Sabrina to be a weirdo loner outcast or attach herself to a different Andre-esque figure, although I'm not sure who.

In either scenario, the only ones I see Sabrina being chill with are Alix and Nathaniel. I feel like Alix would be the only one who would respond with grace to Sabrina in kind of a "whoa girl, can you chill out for a second. I don't hate you, just calm down" thing. I feel like Nathaniel and Sabrina would have something of an on-again off-again friendship/acquaintanceship where he likes her cuz she likes his art and refuses to quit when he withdraws, and she likes him cuz he keeps accepting her fuckups even if it takes a week of the silent treatment for him to process it.

I don't think Alya and Marinette would have become half as close, or at least not that fast. Without the common enemy to bond over and miraculously have them sit next to each other, I don't think they'd have much time talking one on one. Marinette may also be a lot less inclined to turn a blind eye to the way Alya keeps trying to expose Ladybug and puts herself in risky situations.

Adrien would have NO friends if you don't count Felix, which would have made him EXTRA fucked up. No concept at all for how people care about each other except what's modeled by the adults who can't get their shit together. No social skills. No idea how a lot of things in the world work. Just. So so so sheltered loner rich kid. And probably very sad and lonely. Nino still would have adopted him and taken him under his wing, but Adrien would be waaaayyyy different. I imagine him being chronically online and talking to a lot of people on the internet (think, made friends in an anime fandom), but he's too scared to drop many details about his personal life because he (rightly) assumes they'll treat him different if they know he's rich and a celebrity.

Just my initial thoughts, and I'm curious how you'd spin it.

ohohoho.

Okay so like

Adrien and Sabrina are obvs going to be the focus here.

the rest of the class is somewhat unchanged. Chloé was a bitch but outside of the Derision Retcons she's not really causing major problems. There are other mean kids at school to kinda fill out anyone being bullied (not in a 'i'm bringing in a rando to fill her role' but in a 'the idea that a singular kid is the only bully in school is ridiculous, and anyone who was targeted by Chloé would've been targeted by someone else).

I do think there may be overall butterfly effect(HA!) in a sense of 'Chloé didn't do X, so Y didn't happen'.

I do also think that Mari and Alya may not have hit it off as strongly because there wasn't some bully to save her from. They might've been friends, but not the immediate "oh I'll become a Superhero to save you!!' thing.

Sabrina is in a weird place because to me she's even more of a social chameleon than either Zoé or Lila. She's been taught to see relationships as transactional and unfortunately so has Chloé so they're a match made in Hell. But without A Chloé there's.... so many other options?

the best option is she made friends who taught her better. But it's also likely that she makes friends who, while good people, don't quite get the transactional angle and are accidentally taking advantage. They do care for her, but also whenever they're busy she still freaks out and wonders if she did something wrong.

Speaking of, Sabrina could've leaned into the transactional too hard in that like. A few too many rainchecks and it's 'Oh I'm doing things for you but you're not giving me affection? Guess we aren't friends goodbye.' so she doesn't really have any friends.

On top of everything else said about Adrien and his lonliness: He wouldn't be in public school. Chloé was the root of the reasons he wanted to go(to be with his friend, to experience the things she talks about happening(well. Her half-truths and skewed perspectives but I digress). And Chloé is the one who gets Adrien enrolled in school in the first place!

Without her, Adrien wouldn't have gone. He might not even be Chat Noir because he didn't go out that day.

[holylulusworld]

What a shitty happy day!

Summary: Revenge served cold.

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fun, sexy biker Dean, talk about poop and revenge

A/N: Consider this nonsense

“Watcha doing, baby girl?” Dean walks inside your bedroom. He smirks as his eyes roam your body with interest. “Hmm…you look ready to get eaten.”

“Hmmm…” you didn’t hear a single word Dean said. Your index finger hovers over the enter button of your laptop. “Yes or no…”

“Babe, are you watching porn without me?” He walks toward the bed to plop down on the mattress. Dean pats your thigh, but you keep on staring at your laptop. “Sweetheart, I feel left outside. If you are watching…” He cranes his neck to look at your laptop. “What the fuck is that?”

Dean scoots closer to snatch the laptop out of your hands. “Hey! I was about to buy this!”

“Elephant poop?” He blinks a few times. “Y/N, there are better ways to fertilize the vegetables and roses, ya know.”

“That’s not for my flowers,” you take the laptop out of his hands. “It’s for my enemies.”

“Your…enemies?” Dean snorts. “Why would buy them poop?” He blinks again, and then he chuckles. “Ah, I get it now!”

“Imagine, you believe someone sent you a package. You open the beautiful gift box only to face and smell poop!”

You grin. Dean shudders.

“Remember me to never fuck with you,” he chuckles as you try to decide which poop you want to buy. “So…” He purrs your name and runs his hand over your thigh. “Who angered my pretty girlfriend.”

You count all the people getting on your nerves. “My bitchy neighbor called you a dirty biker, and the bitch at the supermarket told me you are a heartbreaker. And my ex is an asshole.”

“Do you want me to punch them?” He asks. “Let me scare them a little. Please. I haven’t scared anyone in ages.”

“Aw, my poor rebellious biker baby,” you coo, and run your hand over his scruffy cheek. “Nah. You’ll save your badass energy for emergencies. I’ll choose the poop way.”

“Poop way,” he snorts. “Every time I believe I couldn’t fall in love with you even more, you do something so cute and devious that I fall for you all over again.”

“Cute and devious,” you chuckle darkly. “Call me the mad poop avenger.”

“You’re the only woman getting away with sending poop to her enemies,” Dean pecks your cheek. “Order everything you want to, and I’ll deliver it with a smirk.”

“Delivery is included,” you lean your head against Dean’s shoulder. “Do you think this is odd?”

“Nah,” he snickers. “It’s hilarious, devious, and funny. I can't wait to see their reaction.”

“Dean, we cannot be around when they open it! They’d know it was me sending the poop.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he huffs. “I wanna see them open it and jump out of my hideout, calling them a son of a bitch!”

You grin. Dean and you are a match made in heaven. “You know, we can track the packages and spy on the recipients. I bet they will puke.”

“I’ll take pictures!” Dean exclaims. “Let’s do this. We are going to send all the poop to your enemies.”

“So…cow poop or elephant poop, Dean?”

“Surprise me,” he laughs so hard his tummy hurts. “No! I take it back, baby. Please do not surprise me with poop!”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

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[darling-phoebe]

rich bitch ! vienna carlisle-washington ❥ headcanons / intro post

do i like billionaires irl? no, eat the rich. do i like billionaire oc's in a yandere context? absolutely. anyway, hope you enjoy!! gn reader, no use of pronouns or y/n. warning for brief but graphic mention of torture, and typical yandere themes

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to put it simply, vienna wants to spoil you fucking rotten

she'd been living off of daddy's money up til she was 20, when she started her own makeup empire, velvet luxury cosmetics. now she was a billionaire in her own right, and fully intended on spending every cent on you.

the idea that a billion dollars is more than a person could possibly spend in a lifetime? well she's gonna test that theory by buying you the world and everything in it.

definitely the provider-protector type of yandere. to her, you're an angel. her god-given solace in a world full of insufferable morons. and when she's richer than god himself, why not treat her angel to all the luxury and wealth you deserve? she wants to make you dizzy with all the lavish gifts. she wants to prove she can provide anything you could ever want or need. and she needs you to know that no one could possibly take better care of you, darling.

you mention your car needs an oil change? suddenly it's nowhere to be found, replaced by a much more expensive model sitting in your parking spot. you have a slight cough? you're being examined by a team of the world's best doctors like you're a fascinating medical mystery. you just have a cold. you want that necklace? consider it yours. like a certain style of sweater? you'll have a few in each color in your closet tomorrow. and of course if your job is stressing you out, or your landlord's being an asshole, then she's all-too-eager to move you into her place and provide everything for you.

but of course, she intends to care for you in less materialistic ways too. to the rest of the world, she's cold, bitchy, and arrogant, but to you? she's sweet as could be, supporting you wholeheartedly in anything you want to do and singing your praises non-stop.

speaking of, she definitely has a thing for praising you in bed.

she isn't typically the type to get her own hands dirty for you. she has people she can pay to do that sort of thing, and trust me, she will.

once, one of your so-called calls you a gold digger behind your back, criticizing the way you let vienna spoil you so. she was found dead next morning. what if she had continued saying such ridiculous words, and it got back to you somehow? she couldn't let some stupid wretch so much as dampen your day. she had a few of her men literally rip her limb from limb. she still watches the tape sometimes, gives her goosebumps in the most delicious way. vienna can't get enough of those agonized screams.

"serves her right, saying such nasty things about my angel."

but if someone actually manages to hurt you, whether it be physically or emotionally, then she'll have a more... hands on approach. she'll still let her men get the pest all tied up and prepped with a few nasty wounds first, but she has to be the one to end their miserable, insignificant life. she won't be able to sleep until she does.

of course, she'd never let you see this side of her. sweet thing like you wouldn't be able to stomach it, now would you? no, she'll just keep talking sweet to you and catering to your every desire, never letting you see just how dangerous she really is.

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❛ when will you realize? vienna waits for you ❜