#i shouldve stopped but i was on a roll

[nomairuins]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[savethepinecones]

accidentally took a 9 pm nap. unfortunately, waking up refreshed at 11 pm is not very conducive to a good nights sleep

[jyuanka]

"his lips tasted like ice and sin"

[emphistic]

April Fools' Day

Taglist: @starlets-things @sad-darksoul

PS: i shouldve posted this yesterday, but i was too busy trying to fight for my life against all the boops

"Dumb bitch," Sukuna rolled over in bed to grab his phone — which hadn't stopped pinging with seemingly infinite notifications, "just can't take a hint, huh?"

The pink-haired man tried his best not to wake you up; he knew how cranky you could get.

He swiped open on the screen, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. As he suspected: this girl who had gotten ahold of his Instagram just wouldn't stop messaging him. Sukuna couldn't even remember her name without looking at her username.

They had met at one of his basketball games and she had tried to get his number; Sukuna didn't even say "no" or that he had a girlfriend, he just walked away from her.

Clara

Heyyyy

Im the girl from ur game last week

Ur like superrrr cute

You

Dont care

Clara

We should totally go out some time

Im free this wknd

You

Sure

Sukuna knew you would murder him if you found out what he was about to do, but he couldn't care less.

Clara

Rlly??

I knew u would finally come to ur senses 😘

Here's my number: xxx-xxx-xxx

Sukuna opened the number in his messages, and opened his camera app. He smiled, flashing his canines.

You

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Opened 2s ago

Sukuna sent the girl a picture of him in bed, with you sleeping on top of him. He had kiss marks from your lipstick all over his face and bare chest. You, on the other hand, remained sleeping soundly, completely unaware of your boyfriend's shenanigans.

Then, his texts turned green. The girl had blocked him.

[thestarsarebrightertonight]

Lucky Girl Syndrome!! / theodore nott x fem reader

playlist : lucky girl syndrome - illit

summary : y/n has always been just a lucky person , in her acedemics , looks , friends , family and even in her general day to day. however she wasnt so fortunate when it came to her love life...but maybe it wasnt luck chasing love away , but instead someone close to her?

y/n , slytherin reader , fluff , swearing , arguing , jealous theo, anrgy theo and reader

a/n - as an extremely unlucky person- this fic gave me inner peace LMAOO

thats that me espresso! (another theo fic)

you walked happily though the halls , narrowly missing a prank set up by the weasley twins as their failed trick of a water bucket soaked them and left you completely dry. how lucky!

"i swear there is something wrong with that girl like she has some kind of force feild!" george sighed in frustration , their 3rd prank of the week failing to actually get you.

"God has favourites georgie, he has favourites ," fred patted georges back as they both sulked away to dry their now drenched clothes.

of course you were olbivous to the whole thing! your stroll down the hallway continued , the sun hitting your face in just the right way as you reached the great hall , practically skipping to the slytherin table.

"hi guys!" you exclaimed excited as you sat down at just the right time to ignore the apple that had just come flying at your head.

hearing the apple crash to the ground you turned again , confused seeing the apple roll around on the ground.

"shit , sorry y/n i was aiming for harry but he dodged!" ron shouted apologetically across the room.

"dont worry r-" you started until you were interuppted by your best friend theo besides you, who held a cold glare at ron.

"do that again and it wont be an apple flying at your head weasley!" theodore shouted at him as ron awkwardly looked away.

"dont theo , it was an accident," you said putting a hand on his arm as he immediatly softened.

"youre too kind y/n you shouldve been in hufflepuff," pansy said with a sigh.

"green suits me more," you smiled at pansy as she giggled ,"besides i can be quite mean when i want to be."

"youre not wrong about that , you nearly broke my ribs with that bludger in quidditch!" draco complained , still not letting go of a quidditch incident from 2nd year.

"draco i really wish you would get over that , it was my first match i was nervous and thought you were on the other team," you sighed starting to eat your food.

draco grumbled in response until the whole table turned around to look at something behind you, in confusion you turned too and saw a ravenclaw boy in your year.

"hi y/n i was just wondering if maybe you would-" the boy , named david, started to speak until catching his eye on something besides you. waiting for him to carry on he instead shuddered with fear and backed away instantly , practically running back to the ravenclaw table.

"david!" you tried to call after him , but instead he walked faster , sitting himself down and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"the fuck? what...what did i do?" you asked your friends frantically , knowing that he intended to ask you out before he suddenly stopped.

"you didnt do anything sweet y/n ," matheo started before shifting his eyes to theodore next to you, "maybe a greater force got in the way?"

confused by his choice of words you looked back at david , a look he didnt return. in frustration you held your head in your hands and groaned , "im so unlucky!"

"i wouldnt say that," blaise scoffed as the whole friendgroup nodded , knowing luck was not your lack.

"no i mean unlucky in love! david was clearly going to ask me out but just like the gryffindor from last week he couldnt even finish his scentence and ran!" you sighed , venting your anger to your friends.

"yeah well you can do much better," theodore remarked in a cold tone , his eyes still peircing where a shaking david sat. as you watched theodore stare and david cower , everything seemed to click into place.

"theodore!" you snapped at him , making him finally turn and look at you , "yknow sometimes i think that you drive them away!"

"you think!" lorenzo scoffed as pansy smacked him on the arm , quickly shutting him up.

"i havent done anything, its not my fault he ran off , what could i have done?!" theodore argued back as the rest of your friend group watched him in disbelief , knowing he drove david , the guy from gryffindor and every guy ever, away.

you scoffed ,"oh really so you didnt death stare him? he clearly looked at you before running!"

"wow i didnt know you would get so touchy about david the ravenclaw!" he said in a mocking tone as you both seethed with anger.

"read the room theodore for fucks sake! maybe i do want to go on a date , maybe i wouldve said yes! i didnt notice at first , how every guy just bolted as soon as he looked at some mysterious thing next to me , now i realise it was you probably doing a cut throat gesture!" , you ranted at theodore as draco tried to hold in his laugh.

"maybe he had an epiphany about you or something!" theodore tried to argue back , all of you knowing he couldnt really deny anything you said , it was all true.

"what- you think its me driving them away? stay out of my love life theo its none of your fucking business!" you harshly shouted your final remark before getting up from the table and stomping out of the great hall.

"there goes that mean streak i was just talking about," draco mutters , shaking his head and continuing to eat his food.

the table sat in silence for a few second before mattheo spoke up again, "you kinda deserved that."

"fuck off!" theodore snapped as he jumped up and strode after you , and out the great hall.

----

walking into your dormroom you threw your robe off of you and loosened your tie , trying to lose some of the heat from your argument.

pacing the room your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open , theodore walking in and standing in front of you , keeping a fair distance as you stared back at him.

"what do you want now theo!! do you want to control my friendships? maybe throw a glare and a threat at enzo and draco and maybe they'll stop talking to me aswell!" you shouted at him loudly now, as venom dripped from your words.

he stepped towards you quickly , as you tried to back away- he grabbed the sides of your face delicatly.

"i want you," he said , his voice just above a whisper as your heart burst into flames , the heat dispersing itself across your cheeks.

"d-.. theo dont say thing you dont- that you know you dont mean," you said avoiding his gaze , shaking your head as your voice had dropped to an insecure mumble.

"y/n i have only ever wanted you , i glare and i threaten and i hate the boys that ask you out because i want you. i need you." he said softly , pulling your face closer to his , forcing you to hold eye contact.

"theo i-" you started as he cut you off quickly.

"please if youre going to reject me just know....know that ill tell david to ask you out , ill never do anything to intercept love for you again. i promise , just please... let me down easy.." he spoke quietly , insecurity and sadness seeping though his words.

this time it was you that softly garbbed his face and lifted his eyes to meet yours , "theo...maybe i didnt realise it until now but...i have always liked you."

his sadness faded as he looked at you with shock , his silence allowing you to continue in a lighthearted way, "maybe ive glared at a few girls too , unknowingly of course!"

you both laughed at this as he looked at you like you painted the stars into the pitch black sky , "im sorry for pushing those guys away...well not really but more like im sorry that you got sad about it"

you laughed again before allowing yourself to get lost in his eyes , the green like that of a four leaf clover- rare yet so beautiful , "maybe im not so unlucky in love afterall , it was right there in front of me the whole time."

he smiled at you with adoration before pulling you into a sweet , loving kiss. fortune was on your side today , as it brought you your luckiest pull yet , theodore nott.

[mrdixon]

Shut it

pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 5.9k

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

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

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

masterlist!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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need a good pussy spanking from DILF!patrick 🥴 like, a few quick smacks because i’m being a brat that quickly leads to him fingerblasting me and just wailing on my clit, no mercy, leaving it red and throbbing. need to say i’m sorry and ask him to suck on it to make me feel better :(

dilf!patrick who spoils you rotten. never really says no to you. but one day he's in a bad mood. he loses what shouldve been an easy match against a shitty player. the weather sucks and you're being a fucking brat. talking back and rolling your eyes. he's just trying to suggest what to get to eat and you're disgusted at all the options.

"i dont want that." you cross your arms and turn away from him in the car.

"well that's what we're fucking getting."

you roll your eyes. mutter about a stick being up his ass. and after you get home and eat your dinner silently, he tells you to come over to him. you expect he'll apologize for being in a bad mood, for letting things get under his skin.

but he just bends you over his lap. yanks your little cotton pajama shorts down, panties too.

"you're being a fucking brat." he runs his finger down your slit and you're already gathering wetness. he laughs at you. "nobody likes a bratty girl. it's very unbecoming."

you look up at him and shrug, a smile is bitten back by your teeth, sunk into your bottom lip.

"you think this is funny?" he spits on your cheek. "how's that huh? you want me to treat you how bratty girls get treated?"

and you just shrug. you like this game. "if you wanna."

he smacks your pussy. his hand comes down on you hard and your skin burns from the contact. your clit swells with pleasure and pain but it's all the same. you squeak and grasp onto his thighs. and then three more, in quick succession. he has to hold your hips down because you're squirming. its laughable how easy it is for him to hold you down. completely at his mercy.

"you gonna say you're sorry?" he pushes his middle and ring finger into your cunt. you're sopping wet and he fucks his digits into you faster and faster--so fast that you can't get a word out. just nods and whimpers. your nails are almost drawing blood from patrick's upper thighs.

"i'm--" your head falls. drool comes with it. "i'm sorry--please--"

"sorry for what?" he stops. you miss the feeling of him fucking you with his strong fingers. so long and deft.

"sorry for being a br-brat." you stumble on your words like you're sobbing.

your cunt throbs and your clit does too and patrick can't say no to those big fucking eyes of yours. peering up at him. he puts you on the dining table and eats your pussy. kisses your clit.

"i'll make it better."

[rrickgrrimes8]

Skater

summary: crossing over a frozen lake shouldve been a simple task - not with a tonya harding fan

Joel Miller x platonic!reader -- gn!reader, except Joel calls reader babygirl

warnings: almost drowning, near death experience, angst, hurt/comfort, father figure! Joel, soft Joel

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Trailing behind Joel and Ellie, you hum an unfamiliar tune. You walked to the beat, hands flowing as the nameless song played through your mind. Joel shot you a look, rolling his eyes and told you to hurry up. 

You ignored him though and found yourself mesmerized by the snowy landscape. You had never seen this before – well you’d never seen anything before really. Growing up inside the QZ in a brainwashing school by FEDRA didn’t exactly allow you to see the world like you so desperately wanted to. It was as beautiful as you imagined. 

Yes, there was infected, clickers, raiders, bloaters but none of that mattered as you walked through the forest with your new family. You had lost another part of your family months prior - Henry and Sam - and your heart still ached for them. Ellie’s did too. Joel, on the other hand, was stoney and stoic as usual. 

The teen stared ahead at the frozen over lake, a frown on you face. “We’re going over this?” 

Joel grunted in response, stepping forward to show them it was okay. 

Ellie went next, holding out her hand for you. “We’re okay,” She assured, “C’mon.” 

You sucked in a harsh breath and nodded, taking your first of many steps. 

“Did you ever ice skate, Joel?” You asked, slipping as you did. 

Joel quirked a brow and glanced over his shoulder, “How do you know about ice skating?” 

“Books,” You shrugged, “Found a book on Tonya Harding.” 

“Christ, haven’t heard that name in a while,” He chuckled. 

“Who was she?” Ellie spoke up, confused. 

“Ice skater… amongst other things,” He told them. 

“So have you?” You repeated, eyes flickering to either side of the lake – where the sun was falling and the bright hue was getting lost behind the terrain. 

“I have,” He confessed, “Once or twice.” 

“Really?” You perked up, “What was it like?” 

“Slippy,” He remarked, trudging over the ice – halfway at this point. 

“Sick,” The teen muttered, “I woulda loved to, you know?” 

“Still time, kid,” He shot you an earnest look before grunting, “We should speed this up though, lights going.” The teens nodded, Ellie quickening so she was closer to Joel. 

You stayed slightly behind though, willing yourself to glide rather than walk on the ice. Joel said there was still time and there’s no time like the present, right? 

You let your right foot lead, stumbling on your first go but quickly catching yourself. You tried again, soon after, and slid for way longer. “Joel, Ellie look,” You exclaimed, ready to do it again. 

“Just walk, kid,” He rolled his eyes, not sparing you a glance. Ellie too continued to walk on, arms wrapping around her chest to warm her. 

Pouting slightly, you paused before forming a perfect idea – you just needed to catch up to them and then they’d see. You straightened your back, lifted your foot from the ground before heavily stomping it down and began to glide, faster than before. 

It was going well at first – maybe a little clumsy as you closed in on the oblivious pair. 

But then you heard a crack, and without even a second to call for Joel, you felt a rush of cold, painful water. 

Ellie sighed as they neared the ¾ mark, turning to speak to her friend – breath catching in her throat when she heard the same crack. She snapped her gaze to you but felt an overwhelming fear grip her when she realized all there that was left was an empty space and a gaping hole in the ice. 

Having not heard, Joel continued, only stopping when he heard Ellie screaming your name. Wasting no time, he span to face them but was only met with Ellie, who was sprinting over to a hole in the ice. “No,” He shuddered, realization hitting him. 

Joel ran faster than he thought he was capable in that moment. His breathing was heavy in his chest, ears ringing – missing the panicked yells from Ellie – and collapsed beside the hole. He called your name, shakily and frantically – hand plunging into the freezing water, struggling to grab you. Joel felt a strange sensation overwhelm his chest – a fear he hadn’t felt since he lost Sarah. 

Forcing back some tears, he dived into the abyss – Ellie screaming as he did. He had forgotten how hard it was to open your eyes underwater but he ignored the burning and searched for a glimpse of you. And it didn’t take long. You were there – still, unmoving, corpselike. He almost let out a sob as he saw you – pushing against the liquid and pulling you into his arms. 

Joel got the pair of you out the water quickly, lying you against the ice as Ellie watched in fear, tears welling up. Looking at you then, Joel felt as if he was too late and maybe he was – he eyed your chest, motionless. It didn’t rise or fall, and your eyes didn’t open. 

The world seemed to vanish for a moment for Joel. His vision blurred and his body moved on autopilot. Hands finding your chest, he began to beat down on it – recalling briefly some first aid training he received 30 years ago. You didn’t move as he continued the chest compressions. 

“C’mon, baby,” He cried for what felt like the first time in 20 years (it probably was), “Come back to me. Come back, babygirl.” 

You looked dead, Ellie thought as she observed Joel’s attempts at saving you. She thought it was almost futile, that Joel couldn’t do a damn thing now and that terrified her. 

Lips finding yours, he forced a breath into your lungs, causing you to begin to splutter. Joel delicately, moved you onto your side as you continued to cough up the murky water. He let himself exhale as he helped you – you were here, you were alive, you were breathing. 

“Oh baby,” He called out to you, pulling you close to his chest. You seemed at once surprised by his actions before sinking into it soon after. The heat from his body radiated, quelling the shivers that didn’t seem to die down. “You’re okay,” He croakily voiced, more to himself than them, “Oh, babygirl, you’re okay.” You nodded against his chest. 

Ellie called out your name, tearfully and joined the pair of them, hand holding yours. “I thought you were dead, asshole,” She laughed but it seemed hollow – the comment far to genuine. 

“I-I wanted to skate,” You told them, “I w-was doing i-it.” 

“And you can’t do that again okay,” Joel scolded, “Damn near gave me a heart attack… no, you can’t do that to me- to us again.” 

“O-okay,” You shook, eyes closing as you snuggled into his chest. 

“Hey, b-baby,” He tapped your cheek, “You stay awake… keep your eyes on me.” 

You frown, groaning as your eyes felt so heavy, “S-so tired.” 

“Not yet, okay, baby?” Joel stressed, getting up – Ellie following with their bags on her shoulders, “We gotta get you warm first, okay?” 

“O-okay,” You mumbled, voice dazed and confused, “T-Thanks for s-saving me d-dad.” 

He inhaled sharply, more tears falling but he couldn’t bring himself to respond – the lump forming in his throat. All that mattered was getting you better. 

All that mattered was your life.

[walosiiii]

bad kitty...

pairing :: jealous dom!shen quanrui x sub brat!male reader

genre :: smut

tw :: top!ricky, 10th member!reader, unprotected sex ( remember to use protection ), pet play, sir/master kink, degradation, slight breeding kink, mentions of zhang hao x male reder, use of the words "slut" "whore and "good boy", hair pulling, overstimulation, ricky fucking the reader till he cant speak, aftercare

it was supposed to be a joke.

you were filming a variety show with your members, you being bored decided to tease hao while the other members were talking about god knows what, touching his thigh, holding his head. however you didnt know the whole time ricky was watching from the sidelines, eyes darkening when he saw the scene unfold in front of him. you didn't even notice his glare until the filming was over and you guys were back at the dorms, you tried to give a quick goodbye to hao and the others however before you could say anything you were dragged into you and rickys shared dorm.

he threw you onto the bed "you think youre funny, huh?" he said, glaring down at you, you were about to respond when you were interrupted, "don't talk" he commanded. "clothes off now", "w-what" you said looking down "did i stutter y/n" you scrambled to take off your clothes, throwing them onto the floor and looking back at him, he was just staring at you, eyes dark. "turn around and get on your hands and knees" he ordered, "ricky i-" he cut you off grabbing a fist full of your hair yanking your face towards him, "is that my name?" he said "n-no sir" he let your hair go and went into your guys closet grabbing a box, placing it on the nightstand next to the bed, "i saw what you were doing" he said voice deep. "flirting with him, acting like a whore" he stoped a minute "did i teach my kitty to be a whore?" he said opening the box and getting out a collar and a leash.

 "no not the collar, ill be a good boy i promise" you pleaded however this didnt stop him from putting it on you, yanking on it making you choke a bit, "i think my kitty needs to be reminded who they belong to"

he grabbed your waist flipping you over, he started by kissing all over your neck leaving bites all over, slowly going lower, he sucked on your nipples making them hard, "s-sir please" you moaned, he bit down harshly on one making you let out a small yelp, he started kissing down your stomach, avoiding your cock.

"sir, i need you" you said, he let out a laugh "you need me huh?" he said "well maybe you shouldve thought about that before whoring yourself out for some cock" he slapped your cock with his hand smiling when he saw you flinch and let out a sob, "maybe if you beg ill fuck you" he said, you were desperate "please, please sir fuck me, please, im yours" you said starting to cry, he smiled grabbing the lube squirting some on his fingers and spreading your legs, rubbing around your hole. he stuck a finger in, "such a whore, so hard for me, are you master's little whore?" he asked, "please sir just fuck me, please" you cried, ignoring his words, he took his finger out pulling the leash once again making you choke, "answer the fucking question" he yelled "yes sir im a whore, im master's little slut" you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks, "that's a good boy" he said.

he took his clothes off pumping his cock a few times, he took the lube squirting more before lathering it on his cock, after hes done he then slips his finger back in your hole this time adding another.

he fingered you open, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, after a few minutes he pulled his fingers out, he put his cock up to your hole, teasing the tip. he slowly pushed in, bottoming out. he stayed still waiting for a moment for you to adjust, after a few seconds he started moving. going fast and hard, making sure you could feel him everywhere, the feeling of the collar on your neck was overwhelming.

 "sir take the collar off it hurts, ill be a good boy p-promise!" you said crying, "maybe next time kitty" he said thrusting hard into your hole, you let out a moan.

he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing, "im gonna cum" you said, "cum for your master" he said pulling on the leash, you came letting out a moan and tears falling down your face, you tightened around him, "gonna fill my kitty with my cum, make everyone know who he belongs to" he said fucking into you even harder, you were overstimulated, sobbing and whimpering. "im gonna cum in you, breed my slut" he moaned. after a few seconds he was cumming in you, that didnt stop him from pounding into your hole ruthlessly ignoring your pleads and sobs.

after a minute he was cumming again, you were so overstimulated, so sensitive. he continued thrusting grabbing your oversensitive cock jerking it harshley, "sir its too much, its too much, please sir stop" you cried. after a few thrusts you came again, it hurt, tears streaming down your face. "good boy" ricky said "good kitty" he kissed your forehead, slowing his pace down until he finally stopped. 

he took his cock out of your hole, watching the cum leak out, you were exhausted. "y/n are you ok?" he asked, you were quiet, "hey its ok" he said taking off the collar, he kissed you passionately, "can you sit for me?" he asked, you did what he asked, "i-i" you couldnt speak, "it's ok, it's ok. how about a bath and we can cuddle" he suggested, you just nodded, he got up picking you up bridal style and taking you to the bathroom and starting a bath, putting you down in it. him following in soon after.

little did you know the whole time hao was in his room playing with himself to your moans and pleads, wishing it was him who was causing you to cry, and not ricky.

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[jaysturniolo]

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜

Warning!: dilf!Matt, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, use of vibrator

You close the door after practically running upstairs. Matts taking longer but it's fine, you just have longer to prepare yourself then.

Matt walks into the bedroom with one of his leather belts in hand. "On your hands and knees, now." he orders you, you reluctantly get on your hands and knees wondering what his next move is. He cracks the leather belt between his hands, leaning down into your ear he says "you wanted to be loud last night hm? So now i dont want you to make a noise at all. Youre gonna 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁." He lands a harsh slap of the belt onto your ass before you let out a yelp. He rubs the red area "already breaking the rules.." he says roughly.  "I'm sorry! i just wasnt ready i swear!" you beg him "mhm.." he walks to the bedside table and opens up the bottom door reaching for a dark red silk blindfold, but thats not what itll be used as. He goes up to your face "open that pretty mouth for me doll" he commands and you do as he says. He slides the fabric around your mouth tying it on the back of your head. "there we are... arch your back down for me" he tells you before dropping his towel from around his waist. His cock is hard and leaking with precum, you see it when you turn your head back. "put your face in the pillows" he tells you, you just nod your head.

Matt lands another hard slap on your ass, this one being harder than the last. You bite down on the silk fabric tied around your mouth and grab onto the sheets next to you. Matt lines his throbbing cock up to your pussy. He pushes your back down as he slowly inserts it, watching it dissappear into you he lets out a sigh of pleasure. He grabs your hips and starts bouncing it on his pelvis, his thrusts macthing the pace. "𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘵... 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭" he says under his breath before moving you and himself faster. He lands a rough slap on your ass, this time with his hand. You try your best to hold your moans in but you fail "so pathetic arent you? cant even keep quiet when i dick you down... I'm gonna teach you lesson after lesson until you finally get it right.

He says this as he begins to walk over to the bedside table and reaches into the same bottom drawer as before. This time he pulls out a vibrator. He flicks it on to the medium level. You look up at him and shake your head frantically, "aww look at you, helpless. If you didnt want the vibrator you shouldve kept quiet like i told you, yeah?" He says with a fake sympathetic tone, you just shove your face back into the plush pillows trying to prepare for whats next.  He goes back up behind you and puts the vibrator up to your clit. You immediately shreak from it and grasp the sheets "i heard that" he says pushing his cock inside of you suddenly, and bottoming you out as he does it. Your eyes roll to he back of your head. Matt was aggressive in bed, yeah, but not to the point of torturing you until your quiet. Matt quickly fucks himself into you, he grips your hair from the scalp and brings your head up into a headlock with his arm, he leans down to your ear "you wanna disobey me still hm?" he asks you. You shake your head frantically "smart girl arent you?" You moan out accidentally, you physically could not 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩. "Not smart enough to listen though" he says before shoving your head back down and turning up the vibrator to the max level it can reach. You starts squirming around and Matt grabs your hips harshly "stop that shit. Stay still and take it." he commands before thrusting into you, showing no mercy. "Fuckin take that like the dirty slut you are..." He groans out. You couldnt keep it in anymore, you cum without permission and let it out with a scream. "𝘍𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭..." he moans before cumming inside you. he flips off the vibrator and slowly pulls out, leaving you whimper a bit as he does so. He goes up to your face, revealing all the tears you shed and your makeup completly messed up. He unties the blindfold from around your mouth and kisses you, brushing the tears off your cheeks "so pretty.." he smiles gently as he stands up "cmon.. lets get you cleaned up sweetheart". You try standing up, but your legs are too wobbly and you fall to the ground. Matt laughs a bit "aww baby, you seriously cant walk" he asks sympathetically "what do you think Matt?" You ask looking away, embarrassed. He laughs "its okay, i did go a little rougher than usual tonight" he helps you up and walks you over to the bathroom.

He cleans up your face and brushes out your hair, aswell as cleaning up the mess between your legs. "Ill go get you some water" he says sliding on a pair of pajama pants and walking out of the room. You slide on one of Matts t-shirts and get into the bed, getting comfy. Matt walks in with a glass of water and hands it to you "drink up sweetheart" he smiles caringly and kisses you softly on the forehead, getting into bed besides you. you set the glass of water on the bedside table and cuddle up with Matt as you fall asleep.

𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚜! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ 𝚂𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 @luvs4matt'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌. 𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌 "𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍" 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

[awearywritersworld]

Aww we all gotta start somewhere Mona!! I'm sure what ever you right if you decide to would be great. And if you need to be put down i shouldve been died ages ago LOL

-☁️

mdni

sweet cloud anon, idk if i like how this turned out, but you inspired me to give it a shot<3 thanks for your words of encouragement!

sukuna x reader

warnings: knife play (male receiving), depictions of blood, unprotected sex, less than stellar writing i've never really read or written anything to do with knife play before. 260 words.

you're straddling sukuna, his cock buried snugly in your pussy while his hands rest on your thighs. he talked you into trying something new tonight, but you're still feeling a bit... unsure.

you trail a knife across his chest hesitantly, just barely breaking the skin beneath the blade. even so, a shaky exhale passes his lips.

"c'mon, you can do better than that."

you swallow your nervousness and apply more pressure to the knife, watching intently as blood blooms from the wound left in its wake.

sukuna's hips buck up in response, his fingers pressing further into the flesh of your thighs and his jaw tensing as he bites back a moan.

his voice is strained when he commands, "more."

moving lower, you drag the blade across his stomach with more confidence, the action giving rise to little crimson droplets.

the muscles of his abdomen tense and his cock twitches inside of you. "good girl, baby. feels so good."

you can't help the way you clench around him, which evokes a groan from deep within his chest.

when you carve a line across his side, the blade dips into the valleys between each of his ribs. the pain that blossoms there, the pain he's feeling at your hands, makes his eyes roll back into his skull. "f-fuck."

without warning, he grabs your hips roughly and begins thrusting up into you. the knife slips from your grasp as your hands move to his stomach in an attempt to steady yourself.

his blood is sticky beneath your palms.

"i didn't tell you to stop."

[stevie-petey]

hiiiiiiiii honey <3 could we get a blurb about bug telling steve about jonathan’s outburst towards her after he took the pictures of nancy and steve’s reaction to learning about it???? it would be so so appreciated by me <3 you’re the best ever <3 MWAH

(i am being held against my will to write this jonathan sweetie im so sorry) (i love u val) (u are evil)

i know this isnt necessarily what u MEANT but ,,, ive been dying to expand upon bugs kindness and how it may seem annoying and pathetic, but its hers ! its her kindness !!!

enjoy <3

"no way you guys havent wanted to strangle each other at least once." steve remarks one day as he watches you and jonathan work side by side at the cash register.

jonathan had been bored today and decided to join you and steve at work, something that you're very happy about, honestly.

"oh, ive definitely wanted to strangle jonathan," you say, writing down a new shipment receipt while the boy next to you doodles.

steve rolls his eyes. "old married couple squabbling doesnt count. im talking, like, full on betrayal and hurt here. you guys are always so... you, and it has to be an act."

jonathan snorts. "shouldve seen the fights we had last year. surprised y/n didnt kill me with her bare hands."

"i dont believe you."

"no, hes right." you look up at steve. "he threw a jacket at my face last year and then told me we werent family the night he took those pictures of nancy. then cried in my arms like a day later."

steve stares at you, shocked.

"i also then slept in nancys bed and lied about it. and tried leaving you behind a few times."

"that you did," you flick jonathans ear, causing him to wince in pain. "you deserved that."

"i did."

during this entire exchange, steve hasnt said a single word. hes still stunned, baffled by the fact that jonathan could be so cruel to someone so wonderful.

"wait a second," he looks between you and jonathan. "and youre still friends?"

"yeah." you both say at the same time.

steve cant fucking believe it. you do anything and everything for jonathan, that much is obvious, and sure. steve has seen jonathan do small acts of kindness towards you, devote the same back, but to throw a jacket at you and belittle you? and now here he is, joking about it alongside you. as if it was all okay in the end.

"youre too nice sometimes, y/n." the words leave steves lips before he can stop them. once he realizes what hes said, he looks up at jonathan and panics. "sorry, man. im sure you guys talked it out and... yeah."

jonathan shrugs. "no, youre right. she is and i was dick."

"im right here, you know."

steve winces. "sorry."

"its fine, honestly." you go back to scribbling shipment orders. "i am indeed too nice, but i dont ever really see the point in holding a grudge? i mean, jonathan apologized and i understood the stress he was under. sure, it didnt erase all the hurt he caused, but after almost dying immediately after being mad at him for not including me in something... i dont know. it felt silly to hold onto that anger after. childish, even."

jonathan and steve share a look, for once both seeming to think the same thing.

shes too good.

you hate that they do this. you hate that people view your kindness as a weakness. after the hell youve been through, long before monsters even came to hawkins, youve learned the hard way just how rare kindness is.

now you try to be kind to everything and everyone, no matter what it may cost you.

the kindness is yours, no one elses.

and if that makes you weak, then at least it made you better.

you tear two pieces paper from your notebook, scrunch them up into balls, and then throw them at steve and jonathan. "stop pitying me. im kind and i love that aspect of myself. i dont care if it makes me vulnerable or pathetic. its a piece of me, and i wouldnt change it. if you dont like it, then that belittles me even more than emotional outbursts ever could."

jonathan sighs. "youre right, bug. youre a very kind and lovely person and its what makes you a joy to be around, paper balls and all."

steve plays along. "definitely a better super power than spider-man, dare i say."

"okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves now," you giggle, appreciative of both the boys. they may not understand or like the way you view the world, but theyre at least trying.

its all you could ask for.

even if steve later on that day pulls you aside to whisper, "i think i can kick jonathans ass this time, if you ever need it."

and its enough.

[ka0ila]

|Pass Out

pairing - lee minho x fem!reader

summary- you pass out after over exerting yourself

warning - angst;fluff, slight-eating disorder

You were working on the same choreography for about 3 hours now. You just couldn't get it right. You were physically exhausted and decided to rest. The moment you sat down, Minho entered the practice room. "Are you able to do it? it's been three hours" You nodded while trying to catch your breath, "the start and ending yes, but i just can't exerpertise the middle part. i'm trying." you said out of breath. He nodded, he looked a bit.. disappointed? you shrugged it off. "after 5 min, i'll watch you do it." he said in a stern tone which sent shivers down your spine. You hesitantly nodded. After 5 minutes, you got up. For some reason, you felt really nervous. Ah, it's just Minho, He'll help me out. You began and You could sense him staring at You. You were a bit scared of him scolding you, you were already tired and didn't feel like getting scolded.

“do that step again” he commanded sternly.

you nodded catching your breath. honestly, you were really embarrassed, it was Minho after all he wouldn’t judge you but.. He was just so perfect. you couldn’t seem to get that one specific step right, you were frustrated, so was he.

“why can’t you just do it right (y/n)” he said a little annoyed. Now, you were really frustrated because you just couldn’t seem to get it right and didn’t need anyone to tell you that aswell,

“im fucking trying Minho” you snapped. “Are you? if you did you would’ve got it right” and that made you teary. you were really trying. He just scoffed. You were about to leave the room but you suddenly started loosing conscious, everything started blacking out, you couldn’t see anything. oh, fuck.

baby?

I woke up in the hospital. I felt someone sleeping on my hand, it was Minho. Oh, i passed out. He started to wake up, for some reason, i just closed my eyes. i was embarrassed to be weak and pass out after not working hard enough and not being able to learn a fucking dance step. he looked at my face and huffed, and started caressing my forehead, i melted.

it was so comforting i felt like crying,

it made me feel safe, really safe.

he then kissed my forehead whispering a sorry, but it wasn’t his fault?

i heard him leave the room and Hyunjin walked in.

He sat beside me looking at me with sad eyes, am i alright? i only passed out right?

did they find out something?

i squirmed a little and began to open my eyes,

“(y/n)?” hyunjin called out my name as he hugged me. i gave him a soft smile as i saw him loosen up and relax a little. Minho walked in.

“i’m sorry Minho, i passed out and i couldn’t even lea-” he cut me off by hugging me tightly and attached his lips to mine.

“i was so.. so fucking worried about you”

“i only passed out what happened?” i asked them confused. they sighed looking at each other.

“have you been skipping meals?”

“i-” i failed to respond and tears started rolling down my face. i didn’t want things to be like this, i didnt want them to know, its only a phase i wouldve gotten over it.

“no” i lied. “youre in no position to lie to us” Seungmin scoled me. “i’m sorry” and for some reason i started sobbing. they all comforted me, i felt bad, everyone was tired but i gave them one more reason to be tired of.

“you know i love you right?”

“im sorry i shouldn’t have pushed you so much” minho apologised nuzzling into my neck cuddling me.

“it’s not your fault don’t blame yourself for it, i shouldve taken better care of myself, please dont ever stop yourself from pushing me forward or scolding me” i assured him.

“are you sure?”

“very.”

“i love you.”

“i love you more than you could ever imagine.”

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im sorry this one’s kinda short :>

tell me if you like it!

i like writing angst so you’ll be getting alot more angst hehe, my exams are in 2 days im really stressed i don’t have it all covered, but anyways.

Stream S-Class!!!

[4pfsukuna]

jealous!sukuna story here👇🏾

kings-get-jealous-to

Akward

The last thing Nanami kento expected to see at Gojo’s party (that he basically tricked him into going to) was his ex girl from 4 years ago in a black mini silk dress that if you just bent over a tad bit more—

“You alright man?” Gojo ask slapping his blonde hair friends back snapping him back to the reality where his cup of alcohol had been crushed completely in his hand.

He was sure of Two things in this moment.

His hand was wet and 2? He wasnt letting you get away again.

———

Incubus curse

After the mission Gojo sent you and Namami on to get rid of some incubus curse (which he didnt mention)  Nanami is shocked when you dont show up to the school the next day and decides to pay you a visit.

“I want you to bend me over every surface including my balcony until neither of us have any energy left… and then go for one more round”

Part two

What if Nanami is the one who suffers the effects of the incubus curse instead of you?

He felt fine and whatever silly little pink dust the cursed spirit sprayed mustve been just that, that’s until he catches a glimpse of you pinning one of the students to the ground and damn would he work endless amounts of overtime to be under you like that— what was he saying?! Shaking his head he almost completely looses it when he watches the way your ass jiggles in your shorts and wonders how back shots would be.

Its not long before hes back in his office gripping his length in his fist and bottom lip between his teeth to quiet his moans.

“Nanami you shouldve said something”

“Like what? How i want to have you moaning and beging to cum for a fifth time with tears in your eyes? Or that i want to watch your eyes get  wide as you swallow my dick taking it to the back of your throat like the good girl i know you are? Or that i want to fill you up with every drop of my seed to put my claim on you and my self control is dwindling because i can smell your arousal and i just want to burry my face in it” he says with pure raw desire as his eyes burn into mine.

——

Professor reward & punishment.

You suck at college math and luckily your neighbor who happens to be a proffessor offers to tutor you after you helped him out a few nights ago.

“Since you can’t seem to pay attention, for every answer you get right ill put in another finger and for every wrong answer you put clothes on reducing the friction.” He holds my jaw making sure im listening.

“And extra credit” i tease before he begins rolling his sleeves up the bulge of his muscles ans loosening his tie yanking aggresively.

A dark smirk reaches his lips that ive never seen before and ive never wanted to be more accurate in… whatever subject we were studying for again.

————

Jealous!Sukuna

You and sukuna had gone back and forth so much its almost like you forgot yuji was his vessel, almost like you forgot he was the king of curses.

But none of that mattered now you (23) and yuji also of age had comitted to getting drunk and letting loose for once.

Sukuna pays it no mind as you aimlessly flirt with some guy at the bar but your eyes are on him. Not the guy, not yuji but Sukuna who had taken over since yuji was to drunk to fight back.

He could easily burn the world to the ground and nothing could stop him except for the look in your eyes when your tounge trails up his abs to his chest tracing his tattoo that the only fire burning hes worried about is the one in your eyes.

“Id pleasure you in ways no woman in your 1000 years of existance could even think about” i smirk before flipping us over so im on top us still connected by our hips moving my hand from his wrist to his neck making him purr.

——

Dad!Sukuna

More of a drabble aka the 3 times his kids call him daddy and the one time you do.

“Get in the cage!” 

“Sukuna stop telling them that! Theres no cage”

“He put fucking smiley faces in my book of incantations” he growls showing me the smiley faces with red eyes, fangs and a crooked smile.

“Oooh he drew you is that why youre mad” i tease watching him seathe as the sound of footsteps running upstairs can be heard smoke nearly comes out of his ears and foam from his mouth.

“As shitty as the smiley face may be he drew it because of you, now stop being such a sourpuss! if you be nice ill even call you daddy and let you give me another little you” i peck his lips listening to the growl of disappointment from pulling away too fast.

“I don’t think i told them how much i love them today” He mumbles pulling me into his lap.

[sainzfilm]

would to see Kimi with friends to lovers! I also had a little idea: so you and him in th podium maybe you getting a win at your home race (i shouldve mentioned its would be a driver!reader) and kimi is on the podium (prob 2nd)

and he then after seeing reader covered in champagne or something along those lines he's like 'maybe I should make a move'

the rest is up to you!!

-🐺 (also u are gonna see a lot more of me prob)

pairing: kimi räikkönen x driver!reader

a/n: this is so CUTEEEE i love kimi so so so much. he’s been one of my favorites and i definitely miss him even more from this now. and definitely enjoying when i write out your ideas :) i hope you like them too!!

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“She left Alpine, she went to Mercedes, she’s gone to Ferrari – Y/N Y/L/N is going to get victory now! It’s Ferrari and Y/L/N that bring home the trophy in the Italian Grand Prix!”

You screamed through you radio as you crossed the checkered flag, “Let’s fucking go, baby!”

“Great job, Y/N! From P9 to taking the trophy home,” Your race engineer spoke through the radio, “Proud of you.”

“It feels like I’m on a high,” You exhaled as you drove up to park the car near the podium, “What position did Kimi finish?”

“He finished P2,” He replied, “Great day for the team. Well done, brilliant race.”

You sighed happily as you pulled yourself out of the car, standing on top of it and basked in the glory of your victory. Taking off your helmet, you smiled and waved to the fans.

As Kimi pulled his car up next to you, he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair perfectly framed your face, how the wind seemed to be a paid actor from how you looked like you were in a film.

Turning around to see Kimi taking off his helmet, you stepped down the car and ran up to him, hugging him tightly, “Great race today, Iceman.”

Kimi chuckled softly as he patted your back, surprised from your actions, “You too. You keep surprising us with your skill.”

“Aw, shucks. Kimi being a softie?” You grinned as you nudged him, “C’mon, let’s get up to the podium!”

Before Kimi could say anything, you grabbed his hand and walked to the podium. Kimi couldn’t fight back the blush when his friend, Sebastian, winked at him from the scene unfolding in front of him.

The top three finishers were called one by one, your country’s national anthem playing as you stood proudly on the top spot of the podium. Kimi couldn’t help but take a few glances at you every now and then – he knew the media was going to have a field day from this, but did that matter?

As soon as the celebration started, champagne being sprayed all over – you couldn’t stop laughing as you sprayed Kimi and Lewis, running away from the two of them.

Kimi thought that you looked nothing short of beautiful, you had the biggest smile and he sure hoped that he could be the reason behind that.

“Kimi!” You laughed as you backed up, directly spraying him with the champagne, “Payback’s a bitch!”

“No fair,” Kimi droned as he put his bottle down, “Mine’s all gone.”

“Looks like I’m the winner,” You poked your tongue out, “Well, technically I actually am.”

Taking a deep breath, Kimi stood by you and intertwined his fingers with yours, facing the crowd and waving to the fans.

“Kimi…” You mumbled as you couldn’t help but blush from Kimi’s actions, “What are you doing?”

Kimi gave you a small smile as he turned to look at you, “Just making my move.”

Turning to look back at him, you raised an eyebrow, “You know the media’s going to have a field day, right?”

“So?” Kimi shrugged as he held your hand, walking down and heading off to the Ferrari garage, “I win anyways. I got the girl, what about it?”

“How sure are you?” You teased, not letting go of his hand just yet, “That you got the girl?”

Kimi squeezed your hand as he trailed behind you, “You’re not letting go of my hand obviously.”

You laughed as you rolled your eyes, letting go of his hand and fighting back a smile while you held onto your trophy, “Pick me up at 9.”

Kimi shrugged as he tied his fireproof suit around his waist, “I’ll pick you up at 9.”

You tiptoed as you kissed his cheek quickly and ran off to do your interviews at the media pen. Kimi scoffed as he brought up a hand to his cheek, his face warming up from the way you made his heart flutter. Yeah, he sure did get the girl this time.

bonus scene!

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yourusername invading the raikkonen household for the weekend before the next race 🥸❄️

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lewishamilton looks like romance was indeed in the air during last weekend 😉

yourusername sure there was, thirdwheeler

scuderiaferrari power couple both on and off the grid 🔥

ynupdates SO ITS ACTUALLY CONFIRMED NOW THAT FERRARI REPLIED TO THE POST

yourusername maybe 😉

kimimatiasraikkonen would always have you over if you wanted. love you!

sebastianvettel Y/N just called me screaming from how you professed your love. happy for the two of you

[kenlvry]

kyle brofloski x reader

cw, kyle is somewhat manipulative. kyle is a playboy. one shot. 19-20. he begs for you to stay. hes on his knees for you, he's literally head over heels for you. drabble.

Kyle brofloski. just a few days ago he was blabbering to you and raising his voice at you for 'staring' at kenny differently or being 'too friendly' with clyde, he couldnt help it, the way they were staring at you was like how he stared at you when he first saw you. he yelled at you almost everytime for talking for too long with any guy but here he was surrounded by three girls at the bar smiling and smirking while they touch and flirt with him.

you let out a sigh and smile while running your fingers through your hair. you grabbed your bag and left the club, kyle saw your glimpse and immediately ran out after you, apologizing to the girls.

rushing out the door finding you stand there calling an uber to pick you up and bring you home. "babe, whats going on we just got here you wanna leave already?" he pulled you making you turn to him. he grabbed your phone and ended the call between you and the driver "and i can drive you home." you scoff and cross your arms "oh yeah? then should i just watch you get flirted by three girls?"

he sighs and roll his head back "cmon, they were js tryna talk to me you can have just as much fun as im having" you rolled your eyes at his remark "but then if i try to talk to any guy you'd go nuts as if im trying to fuck every guy i see" you tilt your head to the side slightly raising your eyebrow. "im not like that stop, all the guys that has tried talking to you have dreamt about getting in your pants"

"maybe i shouldve just let them get in my pants, im walking home." you turn around and before you could move he pulled your bag making you stop in your tracks and look back at him with an angry look. "what the hells wrong with you? you've never cared so much that i talk to other girls, calm down" that was your breaking point. "calm down? kyle are you hearing yourself? while you're over there acting like the playboy of the century im over here standing alone because the girls think im a fucking loser and you wont let me talk to guys, im done kyle im so sick of having to limit myself to girls only maybe its my fault maybe im not the loyal girl you wanted but if it makes me the bad guy then so be it, goodbye im breaking up with you" you pull your bag from his hands and turn around to walk away from him.

"please im sorry" you stopped, never has kyle apologized for something "please dont leave me im sorry" his voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears, you turn around and his nose was red. "are you crying? dont make yourself the victim kyle."

he walked to you and grabbed your bag "I'll hold your bag, let you wear my shoes because of how much it hurts wearing those heels I'll even go on my knees just please dont leave me" he dropped down on his knees grabbing your hand and looked up at you with glossy eyes.

your eyes widen and stood shock "kyle wtf get up people might see" you pulled him up and just as hes on his feet he turns to liquid, his head laying on your shoulder and hugging you, the scent of your perfume driving him crazy hes just containing it.

hes sniffling while rambling sorry multiple times not letting go and tightening his grip on you. you sigh, it was manipulative sure but.. cmon how could you refuse "fine, im not breaking up with you just stop embarrassing me, lets go home" he looks at you with shine in his eyes and a big smile plastered on his face.

"I'll drive you home" he says and you roll your eyes and smile. you walk to his car while he follows behind you holding your bag, his hands holding you shirt not letting go like a clueless dog.

oh how he wishes you know how much of a grip you have on him, that if you ask him to do anything he'd obey. hes deeply inlove with you, you just dont know it.