#i wanna lock them in a room and watch them tear each other APART for my amusement

[dreameasel]

𝖃𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖘 and tries not to look too obviously annoyed. Not for Tyler's sake or anything but his 𝖔𝖜𝖓. He wanted to give Tyler as little material or satisfaction or 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 as possible. It was bad enough he had to be here with this fucker after everything.

❝ Pretty sure neither of us wants to be here right now so you just stay out of 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 and I'll stay out of 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 alright ? ❞

If he could just keep his head down and Tyler could keep his mouth shut then maybe, just maybe he could make out of this without 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

starter for @forgaeven ( tyler 😈 )

[demonic0angel]

:33 Can. Can... Cough. DCXDP PROMPT

Dan is the crowned Ghost King, Dani and Danny are like his kids and Jazz his sister ofcourse. Dan tries to be peaceful and shit for his siblingskids' sake but the GIW has other plans and kidnaps/Ambushes the two and boom. Chaos. Dan loosing his shit and the JL having to be involved (I wanna see a rare pair for Dan <33)

-A.E. 👻

Ps. I'm drawing an animation for this prompt <33

Pps/pass(??). I'm still drawing the cutting Wit ship, never forgot that <33

Part 2

Superman froze.

There was a monster in the middle of the room. It had a humanoid shape, but its general form was incomprehensible, unable to be understood even by Superman. Something white resembling clothes covered its body, but it was stained crimson. Rivers of blood dripped onto the floor in puddles.

The creature was clutching at two smaller beings, who were desperately clawing at its back and cape, whimpering. The creature made noises alongside them, a strange sort of wheezy noise.

Superman looked around at the torn apart corpses on the floor. Limbs laid askew and organs were separated from bodies. Everything smelled like blood and fear.

The creature made another soft sound and Superman finally realized what it was doing.

It was crying.

“… excuse me?” Superman asked, because he wanted to know everything, “are you alright?”

“… disgust me,” the creature mumbled.

“I’m sorry?”

The being turned and its glowing red eyes struck Superman and froze him in his place in fear. The color was unlike anything he had ever seen, like fire and death and glowing ashes from complete and utter annihilation. The creature was crying brightly colored, acidic tears that trailed down a green face, with each droplet rolling down its cheek and burning holes onto the ground.

“You humans disgust me!” The creature roared, flashing sharp fangs that could break through bone. “I held myself back! I tried to be a good person! A better person! I tried so hard to make good decisions and be a good king and a good family! And this is how you repay me?! By hurting the ones I love?!”

Superman’s gaze involuntarily darted downwards, to the two other beings. They whimpered, and Superman suddenly realized that they were this creature’s family. They were sluggishly bleeding and they were also crying softly, the same tears flowing down their faces as they sobbed.

Superman’s heart simultaneously broke in two and dropped to his feet from fear as the creature snarled.

“I was too kind. I should’ve eradicated all of your worlds! Every single one of you will die for hurting them!”

Superman floated an inch back and the creature bristled like it was an offense, wispy hair flaring like a roaring flame before it prepared itself to lunge forward, and just as Superman readied himself to fight, a woman stepped in front of him and a whip immediately wrapped itself around the creature’s throat, holding him still.

“Danny! Calm yourself! We’re fine!” The woman said, and Superman immediately snapped back to attention.

“What do you need for me to do?” He asked, and the woman, who was bravely defending herself against the creature, waved a hand for him to leave.

Superman blinked. And then he stayed, watching. The creature calmed, still crying, but now it— he just looked sad, brows furrowing as he then reached for the woman with another sob, not dissimilar to the children in his lap, “Jazz!”

The woman stepped forward, dropping the whip without a second thought, and enveloped him in a hug. “Shhhh,” she said. “You did so well. You protected the kids. You did well.”

She calmed the creature with a few more words, stroking the creature’s hair, and after a few long moments, where Superman started to feel like a fifth wheel, there was a bright flash, and the creature that once had white fiery hair and luminescent skin, turned into a normal man with pale skin and long, raven locks.

Superman’s eyes widened. The woman finally turned back to address him and said, “I’m sorry, can you take Dan, please? I’ll take Danny and Ellie.”

Superman nodded, drifting down to carefully handle the now unconscious man. He was surprisingly light, despite his bulky frame, and he was also undoubtedly beautiful. His eyes were closed, but he had a shadow of fear over his face. Superman gingerly held him close, a mixture of worried for the man, afraid of him, and also very confused at the entire situation. The man stirred, causing Superman to tense, but then he only buried his head into Superman’s shoulder.

A shiver ran down Superman’s spine. He felt irrationally conflicted within himself with how close the man was to tearing his throat out.

“I’m sorry, but can you please explain to me what happened? Who are these people? What is this place? What happened, and who is this person? Who are you?”

The woman nodded, picking up the two children. One of them tucked his head into her shoulder, but the other hissed at Superman, bright blue eyes flashing as she bared tiny little fangs. Oddly enough, Superman felt extremely endeared.

“I’ll tell you everything. Just take us out of here first.”

Superman nodded, and off they went.

(Side note: I have a hc that the name ‘Danny’ is very important to Dan and Dani, since it is a name that they chose for themselves. However, since Danny is considered more important, they ‘surrendered’ the name to him, but only Jazz really knows how much they like being called “Danny,” which is why she uses it to calm the two down or address them, and then uses “Dan” and “Ellie” anytime else.)

[anonymousicecream]

Watch Me (Mina x M Reader)

Kinktober Day 4: Voyeurism

"Mina-yah!!" You covered your ears, hearing the loud voice of your girlfriend calling her groupmate over. Your girlfriend then got up and left the room, leaving you in surprise. You continued reading your book as the commotion outside got even louder, but it then silenced after you heard doors locking, meaning that they're probably going out.

"Oppa" You got off your book and looked up, seeing Mina walk towards you seductively.

"M-Mina chan" You stuttered at a loss of words, definitely getting distracted by the way she walks and what she's wearing. Truth be told, if it wasn't for the fact that you're dating THE Im Nayeon, you'll probably already fuck Mina repeatedly. Just then, your girlfriend then walked into the room before she locked the doors. She then sat at the chair in front of your bed.

"I know the stares the two of you have been giving each other, and it's the same one I shared with your fucking ass Y/n. So instead, I'll make it easy for the two of you. I'll let you guys fuck, but I have to watch, no matter what." Nayeon said, spreading her legs open before she grabbed her crotch, rubbing her pussy through her pants.

Mina continued walking towards you, before she showed off two pairs of handcuffs, and before you know it, she held you down, cuffing you against the bedposts. "W-What the hell is this?" You ask. "Oh oppa, you can watch, and feel, but you can't touch." Mina said, before she hovered herself onto you, resting on your crotch. She moved upwards a bit, before resting on your core. It didn't take long before you felt some wetness on your body, which you learned was actually her juices dripping out of her pussy.

"I haven't even touch you and you're already wet." You said. "I know, and I wanna make this as long as possible." Mina said, before tearing your top apart. "Feisty Mina, I like it." You heard your girlfriend said before you saw Mina roll her eyes. She then leaned down onto your collarbone, kissing them softly as you groan, feeling her warm breath on your collarbones.

She moved her kisses onto your jawline, before she found your lips again. You replied to her kiss with the same intensity, finding her warm and wet mouth to relieve you from the hotness she gave you all this time. This time however, the two of you made out even more, before you eventually pulled out from lack of air. Before you could lean in again, she stopped you, before she raised herself, unbuttoning her shorts before removing them as well as her panties, exposing her wet pussy. She sat on you again, this time on your thighs, allowing her to reach for your boxers. She pulled your boxers down, exposing your hard cock.

"Make him suffer Mina-yah." You heard your girlfriend say, before you saw her insert a finger under her panties. Your attention was diverted back to Mina when she slapped your cock a few times, making it even harder. "Ignore her. Focus on me and only me, release your wildest desires onto me." Mina said, before she leaned down. She grabbed your cock and slapped it against her cheeks multiple times, before she put them on her lips.

She parted her lips, allowing your cock to enter her mouth slowly. Her lips part and opened more as your cock got even deeper into her mouth. She made sure that your cock stopped halfway in her mouth, allowing her to start bobbing her head up and down as she start sucking on your cock. After a few bobs, she allowed you to go deeper into her mouth, going deeper after each time she sucked you off, while also hollowing her mouth more, making her mouth even tighter.

Her work on your cock, as well as what she did to your balls with her hands, definitely did stimulate you quite a lot as it didn't take long before you start throbbing. "Is he close?" You heard Nayeon ask as you groan, trying to hold in your cum. A few moments later, Mina then groaned "mmmhhmmm", telling your girlfriend that she is close. It didn't take long before you reached your climax. However, as you came, Mina got up and stopped sucking you, and didn't even touched your cock as you climaxed, spurting load after load onto the air and landed on your bedsheets. Mina just sat down, watching as you came.

"W-What the fuck was that?" You groaned, feeling how she ruined your orgasm. "I never said you could cum. Now, I'll make sure you suffer." Mina said, before she spat on your cock. She stroked it back to hardness. Simply said, the sight of Mina stroking your cock, followed by Nayeon fingering herself at the sofa, made you more turned on. "Make me cum twice and I'll let you fill my ass." Mina said, before she lowered herself on your cock.

"F-Fuckk you're warm and tight." You groaned. You watch as Mina rest herself with your cock inside her, allowing her to get adjusted to your tremendous size. "Gotta say, you're big, but I don't know if you can last." Mina said, before she start riding your cock up and down. The way she rides, from slow and careful, slowly turned into a faster and harder ride, as she bounce herself on your cock. Your hands hit against the handcuffs repeatedly as you tried to break free from the handcuffs to help Mina ride you. Mina however, managed to steal all your attention to her, allowing you to focus on the little things which includes how her nipples were peeking out of her top after each ride, how her neck drips of sweat after each ride, how her pussy tightens after each ride, how she moves her hands onto her clit to rub them as well as how her moans got louder over time.

"Enjoying it huh?" You two were shocked after hearing Nayeon who now sat near the two of you. You couldn't react aside from nodding, before returning your focus back to Mina, who now looks as if she's getting even closer to her orgasm. "Getting close huh? Just cum for me, cum for me Mina-ssi." You teased her lustfully, while also meeting her thrusts by thrusting upwards, allowing you to get even deeper into her pussy. It took you only a few more thrusts before you found her g-spot, hitting it a few times repeatedly before she came -- HARD --. She squirted hard, pushing your cock out of her pussy. You watched as Nayeon helped Mina's orgasm by rubbing her clit aggressively, making her orgasm even more powerful, as you watched her squirt her juices onto the sheets, and even onto your body as well as onto your cock.

After she came down from her high, Mina then turned around and uncuffed you. You replied by reaching up to kiss her, which she replied intensely. The kiss turned into a full-on make-out session, which ended with you on top of her, and her laying down on her back, on the bed. "Can I fuck your ass now?" You ask for her permission while slapping your cock in between her pussy and ass. One nod from her was given, and that was all you need as you align yourself with her ass.

"W-Wait, we need lube." Mina said. However, as you were about to grab the lube, Nayeon came to the rescue as she lubed your cock up as well as lube Mina's ass. "Go slowly." Mina said, and you nod, as you pushed slowly into her. You allowed your cock to rest inside her for a few moments, allowing her to get used to your size inside her ass, before you start thrusting in and out of her slowly. You grabbed both of her thighs and spread it open, allowing for a wider hole to fuck as you start increasing your pace slowly. It didn't stop there as Mina tried to reached behind to unhook her top, but you helped her by outright ripping her top apart, exposing her perky nipples.

You leaned down to suck on them while you fondled with the other one. Mina continued groaning as your thrusts get harder and faster inside her, while she also wrapped her hands around your neck and back, her right hand playing with your hands and her other hand scratching your back up and down. It didn't take long before you start throbbing again.

"Inside me" You pulled your head up in confusion and looked at her. "What?" "Just cum in my ass. Fill me up." Mina gave you permission, and that is all you need as you start thrusting into her faster, while also kissing her and playing with her tits. All of this helped the two of you rise up to your orgasms, as you came, spurting load after load into her ass. Mina wasn't one to stop either, as she also came, not as hard as before, but quite hard, causing her to shake quite violently as she squirt some juices onto your abs, letting the two of you feel each other as you filled her ass.

[hoshifighting]

      lee chan + lap dance

— two best friends in the room; they might kiss lap dance.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, fwb, lap dance, nipple play, penetrative sex, teasing

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

the alcohol was always the pact, wasn't it? shots of whiskey, bottles of soju, cans of beer—none of it mattered as long as it burned going down and left the both of you stumbling, giggling, and ready to tear each other apart by the time you made it home. tonight was no different. the cab ride back? a blur of hot whispers, his hand squeezing your ass, your nails scraping down his thigh, his low voice promising things you could barely keep up with in your tipsy haze.

he shrugged off his white button-up as soon as you stepped inside, the fabric falling open but not completely off, leaving his toned chest peeking through. “you know,” he said, “we don’t always have to rush.” his hands moved to your top, pulling it off. no bra. that lazy smirk of his appeared. “that works,” he chuckled.

you just raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he made his way over to the bed and sat down, motioning for you to join him. “you planning something?” you asked curiously. he looked too calm for his own good, that playful energy always lingering under his skin now surfacing.

“maybe,” he grinned, eyes dropping to your exposed chest before locking with yours. “sit.”

you obeyed, sliding onto the bed with your legs spread out in front of him, feeling the cool sheets under your palms. chan’s fingers moved to his waistband, undoing his belt slowly, letting it hang loose as he straddled your lap.

“gonna give you a little show,” he muttered, hips already moving in slow circles against your thighs. you could feel him, the hardness of his cock pressing through his pants against your stomach, making you gasp, heat spreading across your skin.

“fuck, channie,” you whispered, your hands finding their way to his sides, one slipping down to squeeze his ass, feeling the flex of muscle as he moved. his hips rolled, his body following some rhythm only he knew, every move sinfully smooth, teasing as hell.

“like that?” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips over your ear. “thought you’d enjoy it.” his hands trailed up your sides, fingertips grazing your ribs until they found your nipples, pinching lightly. the sensation had your back arching, a low moan escaping you as he kept his slow, torturous pace.

“y-you’re too good at this,” you stuttered, trying to keep your breathing even as his hips kept rolling against you, the friction enough to drive you insane, but never enough to satisfy.

“comes with practice,” he teased, his lips grazing your collarbone, sucking gently, leaving little marks as he moved lower. your hands tightened on his ass, pulling him closer, needing more, but chan just chuckled against your skin. “getting impatient?”

“you’re the one fucking teasing,” you huffed, biting your lip as his movements got a little faster, his hips grinding harder against you now.

“then maybe do something about it,” he whispered, hands squeezing your breasts harder, his thumbs circling your nipples just enough to make you whimper.

your hands were on him before you could think, fingers sliding over his hips, tugging at his belt, but chan just grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he moved even closer, his lips hovering over yours.

he had that look in his eyes—the one that sent heat pooling between your folds and made your heart race, like he was in complete control and loved every second of it. you tried to move your hands, tugging against his grip, but chan just smirked, pinning them harder against the mattress.

“still wanna rush?” he asked. the slow, torturous roll of his hips hadn’t stopped, the pressure of his hard cock dragging against your belly enough to make you gasp.

“fuck, chan… i need you,” you breathed, your voice shaky, desperate. his teasing wasn’t helping. every movement, every touch was driving you insane, the way his hands felt on your skin, the way his hips moved with that dancer’s grace.

“oh, you need me now?” his lips quirked into that cocky grin, the one that always made you melt. his fingers loosened their grip on your wrists, trailing slowly down your arms, over your chest, as he sat back, straddling your hips again. you thought he was about to give in, but instead, he just undid his belt completely, tossing it aside, his eyes locked on yours as he popped the button on his pants. the slow way he did it had you practically trembling, watching as the fabric fell, revealing the hardness straining against his boxers.

you bit your lip, hands automatically reaching for him, but chan caught your wrists again, chuckling. “nuh-uh,” he shook his head, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue slid against yours, making you moan, hips arching up to meet his.

his hands fumble with the buttons and zippers of your jeans, pulling the panties together, making you feel the back of his fingers brushing the skin of your hips.

he finally let go of you, leaning back to slide his boxers down, freeing himself. the sight of him—hard and ready, tip already glistening—made your breath catch. without a word, he positioned himself, his hands resting on your hips as he lined himself up, teasing the tip against your entrance.

“you’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, making you gasp, your hips bucking up toward him.

“chan, i swear to god, if you don’t—”

before you could finish, he thrust inside you, slow and deep, filling you completely. your moan was instant, loud, and needy, the feeling of him stretching you making your head spin. he groaned softly, his breath hitching as he bottomed out, staying still for just a second, his hips pressed firmly against yours.

you barely had time to say something before he pulled back and thrust into you again, setting a slow and strong rhythm, his hips rolling just like they had when he was giving you that lap dance.his hips circled and ground against you, making every nerve in your body scream for more.

“you like that, huh?” he grinned, watching as your back arched, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. he leaned down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as his hips moved in that perfect rhythm.

“fuck… yes,” you moaned, your head falling back against the pillow, body moving with his, desperate for more. the tension inside you was building fast, that coil tightening with every thrust, every flick of his tongue, every circle of his hips.

chan’s grip on your hips tightened, his pace picking up slightly, thrusts coming faster, deeper. “you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered against your skin, his lips trailing down to your stomach, his hands guiding your hips up to meet his.

you could feel the heat building between your legs, his cock hitting just the right spot over and over again. your hands found his ass, gripping hard, trying to pull him even deeper, the sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.

“shit, i’m close,” you gasped.

“come on, baby, i wanna feel you.”

his words sent you over the edge. your orgasm hit hard, your body clenching around him as you cried out, your hips bucking up to meet his. chan’s movements didn’t stop, his pace relentless as he chased his own release, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him driving him insane.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he fucked you hard and fast, the slap of skin against skin loud in the room. “i’m gonna cum.”

“do it,” you gasped, barely able to speak through the waves of pleasure still crashing through you. “come inside me.”

chan buried himself deep inside you one last time, his body tensing as he came, hips twitching, cum hot and thick, filling you completely.

[sturnioloskyline]

flu season

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: illness, crying, language, sickening fluff(get it?)

summary: you get the flu and don’t tell matt, so he gets worried takes things into his own hands

being sick sucks. no one knew that bettter than y/n, who was currently buried under blankets on her couch in her apartment in la. this morning she woke up sweating with a pounding headache and an inability to breathe through the congestion in her nose.

she called in sick to work and stayed in bed until noon before mustering up enough strength to get up and make a cup of ramen noodles. she then settled to watch a movie on the couch, where she ended up falling asleep.

not far away, matt nervously chewed on the skin in his cheek as he stared at his phone. he had sent 5 texts to his girlfriend today, none of them having received a response.

matt knew this meant something was wrong, because usually y/n would text him a sweet “good morning” the second she started her day. they weren’t fighting, at least that matt knew of, so of course matt was sent into a anxious spiral over the lack of responses from his girlfriend.

finally, matt ripped his eyes away from the screen, walking over to the kitchen where his two brothers were standing, giggling to each other. matt ignored them and grabbed his car keys from the counter, immediately catching the other triplets’ attention.

“matt, where are you going?” chris whined.

“y/n’s.” matt quickly replied, stuffing the keys into his pocket and heading for the garage. chris and nick immediately looked to each other in worry at the expression on their brother’s face.

“is everything okay?” nick asked matt cautiously.

“i don’t know, she isn’t responding to any of my texts,” matt rambled, putting on his shoes. “i’m just gonna go make sure she’s okay.”

matt rushed out the door before his brothers could say anything else. he got in his car and began driving over to y/n’s place. he chewed on his lip nervously as he drove, his anxiety only growing the longer he didn’t hear from y/n.

after what seemed like hours, matt parked outside y/n’s apartment building and made his way home to her front door. he rang the doorbell immediately and stepped back to wait for her.

inside the apartment, y/n jolted awake at the sound of her doorbell ringing. her head was throbbing in pain, her throat was scratchy, and the air in her living room felt ten times colder than it was when she fell asleep. she got up from her nest on the couch and shivered, grabbing one of the blankets and wrapping it around herself.

the doorbell rang again, creating a sense of urgency as y/n tried to compose herself somewhat for whoever could be ringing her doorbell and disrupting her afternoon. she struggled to the door, messing with the lock weakly before finally swinging the door open.

“y/n,” matt sighed in relief immediately as y/n opened the door.

“matt?” y/n croaked out in shock. heat rose to her cheeks. she hadn’t invited matt over, and was unprepared for him to see her. matt and y/n had only been dating for a while, and she had never been sick around her ever. “what are you doing here?”

“i needed to see if you were okay. are you okay?” matt asked, his face scrunching slightly with worry once again as his eyes scanned over y/n’s pale face.

y/n didn’t know if it was the shock of her boyfriend showing up to her apartment, the embarrassment she felt from her sickly look, or how miserably sick she felt, but suddenly her eyes watered and her lip trembled as she shook her head at matt.

“oh, baby,” matt whispered, stepping into the apartment and wrapping his arms around y/n.

she immediately melted into his arms, a weight on her shoulders lifted as matt locked the door behind him and held y/n in his arms in silence. tears streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled into his jacket. matt leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

“wanna sit down?” matt asked as y/n’s cries softened. y/n simply nodded, letting matt lead her back to the couch. when the sat down, matt wrapped one arm around y/n frame, letting her lean into him. “what’s wrong?”

“i caught the flu.” y/n sniffed, rubbing her sore eyes. “i feel like shit.”

“i’m sorry baby,” matt whispered into y/n’s hair, letting his fingertips graze up and down her arm.

“i’m sorry you have to deal with this,” y/n mumbled, suddenly shy of matt seeing her with her messy hair and in t-shirt and sweats.

“you have nothing to be sorry about,” matt scoffed, bringing his hand to her cheek and tilting her head up to place a soft peck on her lips. as if sensing her insecurity, matt giggled “you look so pretty right now.”

y/n blushed and leaned impossibly further into matt’s arms. “can you stay here with me?”

“of course,” matt spoke softly, pulling y/n closer to his chest. a few minutes later, y/n’s breathing slowed, and matt looked down at her head buried in his chest.

“babe?” matt whispered. y/n didn’t respond. matt smiled at his girlfriend’s sleeping figure before reaching over to grab one of the blankets from the couch and draping it over both of their bodies. matt leaned his face down to kiss the top of y/n’s head, before letting his own eyes flutter shut.

…

author’s note: pls don’t bully me this is my first try! i literally have never written on tumblr before and i haven’t written in like 2 years anyways, so. but if u have any advice or want a part 2 pls let me know!!!!!! OK BYE

[sweetbans29]

Teach Me: The Art of You (THE END) - PB

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Previous Part

Summary: You and Paige have been best friends for the last 6 years. You trust her completely. And it is because of that trust that you ask her a rather forward question. AKA - You ask Paige to teach you.

Warnings: mature, like mature - mature

Word Count: 3.2k

Sweetbans Masterlist & Teach Me Masterlist

AN: Here we go...for the last time 🫠

Paige's lips met yours for what feels like the first time in forever. The kiss starts off gentle - her hands cupping your face as your hands rest on her chest. You can taste the saltiness of both of your tears mixed in with her lips.

You pull away, resting your forehead on hers.

"Can we go to bed?" You ask.

"Of course," Paige says and helps you up from the couch. The two of you make your way to her room. You crawl in her bed and open your arms to her. She looks down at you with the biggest smile and finds her place in your arms.

"Never wanna sleep without you again," Paige whispers into you.

"You never have to, B," you say and kiss the top of your head.

Over the next few weeks, life goes back to normal - well mostly normal except for the fact that you and Paige have actually started dating. No more having to restrict touches or steel glances. Paige was free to show the world she has been and will always be completely in love with you.

The regular season is coming to a close as the team prepares for March Madness. You alongside the other coaches are spending a lot more time reviewing film and watching other teams. Paige isn't a fan of how much time you are spending in the office but can't be mad that you, without fail, come home to her.

The team decides to go out for one last hurrah before they lock in and decide to do it at their favorite bar. Everyone is over at your apartment getting ready for your fun night out. You are in your room finishing getting ready as Paige is lying on your bed and scrolling through her phone. When she sees you are almost done she gets up.

"Mmmm ready?" She asks as she comes behind you snaking her arms around your waist. Her head finds its place on your shoulder as she looks at you through the mirror.

"Yep!" You say. "It's been so long since I've been out, long overdue."

Paige would be lying if she said she hadn't been thinking about you. Ever since the two of you officially got together the lessons had stopped. She didn't mind the fact that they stopped but each day kept getting progressively harder for her to keep her hands off of you.

"S'not the only thing overdue," Paige says as she moves your hair to one side of your neck and begins to leave a trail of kisses down the other.

You sigh, leaning back into her and letting her grace your skin with her lips. She holds you firm against her front as she makes a meal out of your neck. One of your hands rests on top of hers while the other comes up and holds her head in place on your neck.

"No marks," you moan as she sucks on your sweet spot.

"Gonna show them your mine," she breathes out sucking a little harder, her teeth grazing your skin.

You try to move away from her but she isn't having any of that.

"B, no marks," you say again. "I'll show them whose I am another way, trust."

She kisses down to your shoulder. "And how do you plan on doing that?" Paige asks.

"Well, you will just have to wait and find out," you say, your eyes struggling to stay open. "But won't have to if I'm all marked up."

Paige immediately removes her lips from your skin and you want to whine but know you are the one who stopped your girl in the first place. You look at her through your mirror and take in how beautiful she is. Your eyes trace every feature of her face.

Paige feels your gave and her cheeks begin to brighten.

"Why are you staring at me like that, ma?" She asks and hides behind you. You found it to be incredibly cute when she would get nervous around you even after knowing you for years.

"Can't you just let me admire my girlfriend," you say and turn around to face her. She no longer has a place to hide. Your eyes burn into her skin. "Stunning."

"Yo, you two ready or what?" You hear one of the girls yell and you respond.

"Ready, B?" You ask.

"Could just stay here," she says. You laugh.

"Ya right, come on B," you say grabbing her hand and leading her out of your room.

The team heads to the bar. Once you are through the door Paige grabs drinks for the two of you. When she comes back you down half of it in the first sip.

"Woo, slow down there. It's not going anywhere," Paige says, grabbing the glass from your hand.

"Hey!" You say, your hand reaching for the glass she just stole from you.

"Let the girl have some fun," Azzi says. "She has been working her ass off for us."

Paige looks betrayed that Azzi chose your side over hers. Azzi grabs the drink from Paige's hand and gives it back to you.

"Woooow, I see who the favorite it," Paige says.

"I have always been Azzi's favorite," you say and lean over to the curly-haired girl and away from Paige.

"As long as I am your favorite, we won't have any issues," Paige says grabbing your hand and intertwining her fingers with yours.

"Well..." both you and Azzi say at the same time. The look on Paige's face practically has you and Azzi laughing on the floor.

You pull Paige into a hug, moving your head to whisper perfectly in her ear.

"Don't worry, B - you know you're my favorite. Always have been, always will be," you say as you bring your tongue to the shell of her ear. A move you have learned riles her up faster than most.

Paige jerks away knowing it is way too soon to be leading you out of the bar. She wants to enjoy hanging out with the team before taking you home. She gives you a warning look and you just smile up at her and take another sip of your drink, a smaller sip than the first one.

You both spend time with the team, enjoying each other's company. You are three drinks in when you start dancing with some of the girls. All of which are letting loose and having a good time. Moving your body to the music, you raise your arms and sway your hips. It doesn't take you long to find your girl leaning against the bar watching you dance. You smile at her and make your way over.

"Dance with me B," you say grabbing her hand. She puts her finished drink on the bar and follows you to the middle of the dance floor.

You face her and wrap your arms around her neck, connecting your bodies and moving to the rhythm of the music. Her hands rest on your hips as she looks down at where your bodies connect.

You turn around, making sure her hands stay planted on your hips. Your arms go up in the air again as you begin to grind on her. You hear her let out the lightest gasp as you bend over. When you come up again, you move her hands to rest on your boobs. She gives them a squeeze before running her hands down your stomach, bringing your shirt slightly higher than it already is. Your hips never stoping.

One of your hands comes to cup the back of her head, guiding it to yours as you turn your face to the side meeting your lips together. The kiss is sloppy and rushed, filled with lingering hints of alcohol from your drinks. You turn to face her cup her cheek.

Your tongues fight for dominance, Paige desperate to win.

Before she can, you break the kiss and begin down her neck like she had done in your room. You pay attention to all right places causing the blonde to throw her head back. Your free hand toying with the string at her waistband.

"Take me home," you whisper in her ear.

Before you know it you are being pulled out of the bar. Paige storms past the team, your hand firmly in hers as she makes a beeline to the door.

"Where are you two going?" Evina yells.

"Evina, just enjoy your drink. We all know where they are going," Azzi says sipping her drink.

Paige has you back at your apartment in no time. The second the door shuts she has you pushed up against it. Before her lips connect with yours, you put a hand on her chest.

"What?" She asks until she sees your next move.

You push her back, taking your shoes off in the process, and have her walking backwards all the way to the couch. You push her to sit down as you ever so slowly move on top of her, straddling her.

She watches you in awe as your hands come to her torso, moving your hands up under her shirt. You lean down and plant a kiss on her shoulder.

"Imma need a little more than that, ma," she says, her breath already rigid. Paige has never been a fan of slow - all the hookups she has had have been quick and straight to the point. But as she was teaching you, she slowed down to match your speed. Now though, now she feels like she has made a mistake as she is eager to get to the finish.

"What's the rush babe?" You ask. "Plan on taking my time, still new to this ya know."

You bring your lips to kiss all along her collarbone. She leans her head back against the couch and lets you work. Your hands move to cup her breasts under her shirt and she removes it for you.

Your lips find their way to one of her nipples, swirling your tongue around it and sucking it lightly. Removing your lips from her skin, you cup both of them and kneed them.

"I love these," you say as you continue to massage your girls chest.

"All yours, ma," Paige's voice husky as she struggles to get the words out. You smile.

You kiss down her stomach, peppering kisses over the waistband of her pants. You hook your fingers in her waistband and look up at her for approval.

"Fuck ya, ma," she says as she lifts her hips up and you pull her pants down.

She is now watching your every move as your hands rub up and down her thighs and your lips sprinkle little kisses along the inner more sensitive parts of her legs. She spreads them for you as you park yourself on your knees in front of her.

Your trail of kisses makes its way to the bottom of the last piece of fabric separating you from where she wants you most. You begin to kiss over them, inching closer to her center. When you finally get to the place Paige has been patiently waiting for your lips to meet, she jolts forward.

You look up at her and kiss it again.

"So sensitive baby," you tease her as your hands bring her boxers down. She watches your every move anticipating the next. Never in a million years would she expect you to be the first to please her, she always imagined her pleasing you first. Yet here you are, on your knees just for her.

"May I?" You ask, your eyes trained on her center. Paige doesn't trust her voice and nods vigorously.

"Need to hear you babe," you tease her again. "Can't forget the rules now."

"Fuck the rules," she says and you take that as a green light.

You spread her legs even further apart as your tongue licks a strip of her. The moan she lets out is ungodly. One of her hands is placed on the back of your head while the other shoots its way to cover her mouth. You kiss her bundle of nerves and begin to work.

"Fuck ma, so good. So so good," she mutters as you work on her. One of your hands comes up to massage her left breast. You pick up the speed as moans fall freely from her mouth.

"Just like that, YES, oh fuck," her words coming out in breathy strings. "Close," Paige yells, not able to think of any other words.

You slow your movements to a stop and Paige whines. You look up at her with raised eyebrows as she looks down at you with furrowed ones. She watches you as you bring two of your fingers into your mouth sucking on them. She bites her lip as she watches you - anticipating your next move.

You brush over her sensitive bundle of nerves and her hips jerk forward, begging to be touched again.

You smile as you slowly line your fingers at her entrance. You kiss her thigh as your fingers enter her. Paige moans your name and you watch her in awe. All you want to do is make her feel good.

Your fingers work in her as your begin to suck on her center again. Paige is fisting the couch as she lets out moans left and right.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," she moans as her back arches off the couch pushing her core closer to you. You work her through her high as she repeatedly says your name.

When she slumps against the couch, you remove your fingers and begin to kiss back up her stomach.

"That was so hot," you say as you kiss her lips.

"You are so hot," she says breathlessly. Her hand coming to cup your face and kissing you again. She tugs at your shirt and you break the kiss, allowing her to remove your shirt.

Paige stands and tells you to jump, which you gladly do, and wrap your legs around her waist. She immediately establishes dominance in the kiss as she walks you to her room. She lays you on the bed and in one swoop has your shorts off. You stare at her with your mouth agape and she just smirks down at you.

Paige crawls over you, causing you to squirm, and comes to kiss you. Your hands come to cup her breasts as she hovers over you. She breaks the kiss and laughs.

"What?" You ask.

She looks down at your hands on her chest and you feel yourself blush, immediately removing them.

"Don't stop," she says shifting her weight to bring your hands back to them. "Touch them, kiss them, suck them as much as you want - I meant it when I said they're all yours."

You smile and bite your lip.

"Never thought you would be a boob girl," she says chuckling, lowering herself to kiss you again. She kisses down your neck leaving all the marks in the world.

"Just yours, you say. "S'cute and little."

"Hey!" Paige jokes but you just pull her back to you. Your hand s come to claw at her back as you stifle moans whenever she finds a particularly sensitive spot.

She kisses down your stomach and grabs the waistband of your intimates, pulling them down with her teeth. You watch her as intently as she watched you just ten minutes ago.

Her lips meet your inner thighs as she hooks her arms around your legs to spread them and grab your ass.

"I've been dreaming about this forever," she says as kisses closer to your center. "How you would look spread out on my bed." You moan at her words and buck your hips craving any sort of friction.

"How you taste," she says as her tongue finds your center. She then goes to work making you feel good. You are a moaning mess as she is now the one feasting on you.

She slows down, removing her lips from your skin uses her thumb to keep a rhythm.

"Open up for me, ma," she says bringing two of her fingers up to your lips. You obey and welcome them in, swirling your tongue around them.

"Good girl," she says as she removes them, sinking down to where she just previously was. Her fingers begin to work in you as her lips attach to you once again.

"Paige," you moan. "Yes, Paige. PAIGE."

You are releasing in no time. Body twitching as you ride out your high. She removes her fingers from you but Paige doesn't stop. Her tongue keeps working on your overstimulated center. Your hands come to her head as your thighs close around her head.

"Paige!" You scream but she keeps going. She doesn't care if you suffocate her - hearing your moans and tasting you has her on a whole new high she never wants to come down from.

"Paige! Ahhh!" You are now trying to pull her head from you. She is relentless. Before you know it you are on cloud 9 once again.

After your ride your second high you fall back against the bed. Paige finally removes herself and lays next to you.

"Holy shit," you say breathless.

Paige laughs and pulls you into her side.

"Babe, we are just getting started," she says and begins to kiss your shoulder.

Your relationship with Paige grows. The two of you continue your time at UConn and are now known as a couple but will always be best friends first.

The two of you walk side by side into Paige's multiple injuries - you being there every step of her recovery and keeping her sane when she feels like she is going crazy. Encouraging her to work on her mental game and not rush the healing process, knowing she wants to get back on the court as soon as possible. You keep her grounded.

Side by side when she decides to stay at UConn for a fifth year - which Geno gladly accepts and knows you would be staying on the coaching staff. He hires you full-time after you graduate but knows you will be going wherever Paige gets drafted.

Side by side when she carries the team back to the final four and then to the championship. Although if anyone were to ask you, and they did, you would say you played a major part in getting them back to the championship. Ultimately winning it all.

Side by side when Paige goes to the draft and gets drafted to the WNBA - moving to a new city and beginning life outside of Storrs.

Side by side when she asks you to marry her, with your dad's permission of course. Letting you plan the wedding of your dreams which really only included her. She watches as you plan the perfect day for both of you and always makes sure that she is okay with your decisions.

Side by side in life. When you tell people about your story, Paige tells them that the two of you have been together since before high school. She likes to say she knew you were the one for her when you walked into the gym during summer training before freshman year. This always gets you to roll your eyes, knowing she actually didn't like you until the end of freshman year but you let her tell the story her way. And you do, you always let her tell your story her way because it never ceases to amaze you how her eyes light up even brighter each time.

You look at Paige and you know. Know that there is no one else on this earth who is a better fit for you. No one who could ever love you better or be better for you than she. You know when you are side by side with her, you have nothing to fear, nothing to worry about because it's Paige. And to you, Paige is your home.

AN: WE DID IT BAN-FAM! WE DID IT! Let me know how you feel about this whole journey, I would genuinely love to know. And as always, thank you for the love and support 💙

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→[WHY CAN'T I SAY THAT IM IN LOVE?]

Pairing~ Sarah Cameron x Kook!Fem!Reader

Genre~ angst, fluff

Word Count~ 1.7k

Warnings~ homophobia, hate speech, a little suggestive

a/n~ no one should ever have to hide who they truly are and I hope that everyone knows and understands that they deserve happiness no matter what, love is love and if anyone thinks otherwise you should educate yourself. also not proofread!

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you I die a little more

(Narrators POV)

Y/n was raised to be perfect. Always having perfect grades, perfect appearance, perfect life. If only it were that easy. Sarah and Y/n have been friends for as long as they can remember. The two have never been apart for a long period of time, they were inseparable. As they got older, they grew even closer till the feeling they both had was no longer avoidable. They loved each other. But they knew the storm that would unfold if they revealed it to their families. When the two made it official, it was fine but it got unbearable to keep their love hidden. It was tearing them both apart. 

(Sarah's POV)

I kissed Y/n quickly before getting ready to go home, she looked at me with a longing glance. "I know what you're thinking." I smiled sadly at her "and trust me, as soon as we go to university, we'll tell them and they'll have to like it." Y/n nodded at my words. "I know but having to wait that long makes my heart ache." My heart broke for her. I hate that we have to hide who we are. I cupped her face "Don't worry hon, soon, it'll all be over soon." I hugged her once before getting my things. I glanced at her sad frame before leaving. 

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

(Y/N POV)

Tonight we are having dinner with the Cameron's, a monthly tradition, we host interchangeably. I put on a little black dress that Sarah had bought me for my birthday. "Are you ready?" I turned to my father's voice. "Uh yeah, I'm ready. Let's go.”  He walked away and I followed behind. We arrived and Sarah immediately caught my eye. She looked stunning, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She hugged me and led me to a seat beside her. She took my hand under the table squeezing it slightly. I look up at her nodding my head. A part of my heart aches to know we can't be free and happy. Knowing that we have to keep our true selves a secret makes my heart hurt. Sarah looks at me with sympathetic eyes knowing exactly what I'm thinking. We've had this conversation out loud before yet it's still as hard as the first time. 

(Narrator POV)

“May we be excused?” Sarah asked. Their parents nodded, Sarahlet go of Y/n’s hand and the girls hurried up to their room. “Kiss me” Y/n looked at her shockingly. “What? Babe, no, everyone's right down stairs, are you crazy?” Sarah just smirked at the girl in response before smashing her lips onto Y/n’s. Y/n moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of Sarah's soft lips on her own. Y/n felt Sarah’s hands fiddling with the zipper of her dress in haste. Y/n moaned into the kiss while helping her. Suddenly they heard a knock on her door. The two girls immediately pulled apart. Y/n ran into the bathroom to fix herself while Sarah opened the door. “Yeah who is it?” she questioned, “It's Weezie, Y/n’s parents asked for her to come downstairs. They're leaving.” “K thanks Weez, we'll be down in a sec.” Sarah calmed down just then Y/n came outside of the bathroom. “I have to go?” Sarah nodded sadly. Y/n kissed her before they made their way downstairs. They said goodbye, Sarah watched Y/n drive away silently. She went upstairs to her room, and locked the door. Everything took over her all at once and Sarah started sobbing wishing things could be different.

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

(Sarah POV)

We’re at a party down by the cut with the pogues they invited us to. "Hey, you guys wanna go, I'm kind of tired." I looked at the others awaiting their response. Truth be told I wasn't tired from lack of sleep, but I was tired of watching all those couples be happy and dancing together without being judged. Y/n turned to me and whispered so no one would hear "Are you, ok sweetie? You ate today right?" I looked up at her from my lap and nodded with a fake smile, she didn't look convinced. She can always see through me. JJ was the first to speak up "Yeah sure, it's kinda dead anyways." Everyone nodded in agreement and decided to leave. It didn't stop the longing in my heart. The pogues all knew about me and Y/n and they knew how badly we wanted to be open about our relationship. As we made our way back to the Chateau, Y/n grabbed my hand stopping me in my tracks. “Sarah, baby tell me what's wrong. Please, I hate to see you like this.” she looked at me with concern in her eyes. I felt my heartbreak as my tears welled up. “I just, I saw all those couples tonight. Dancing, carefree, holding each other. I want that. I hate not being able to hold you in public.”  She looked down not knowing what to say. “I know. It was killing me inside, not being able to hold you.” I hugged her tightly. Knowing this is how it had to be. We continued walking behind the group, Y/n’s hand in mine. When we made it to the Chateau, we all sat around the fire. Kie was the first to speak, “I hate this. Sarah, Y/n you guys deserve better than having to hide. I don't know any other two people who are as in love with each other as you two are. It's not fair.” I saw Y/n tear up. The look in her eyes broke me.

(Narrator POV)

Sarah began to cry into her hands. Y/n held her as she sobbed. It made her heart break at the sound of her cries. “I know Kie, but how do we even begin to approach this topic with our parents? It's literally impossible.” Y/n choked out looking at Kiara. “It's fine. Just a few more months right?” Sarah looked over at her girlfriend. Y/n nodded at her comment, while they got up to leave. “You guys are the only people we can be ourselves with. Thank you guys so much.” Y/n smiled at the group. Each of them got up and hugged the girls goodbye. While Y/n drove Sarah home she saw her curled up on the passenger seat. A tear fell down her cheek watching her girlfriend be so heartbroken. Sarah took her hand for comfort. “Soon baby. Soon.” Her words came out barely above a whisper. 

I don’t wanna live love this way 

I don’t wanna hide us away

I wonder if it ever will change

I’m living for that day, someday

(Narrator POV)

The day came for Sarah and Y/n to tell their parents about their relationship. The girls set up dinner and put their stuff in bags just in case, to be ready. The tensions were high as they sat for dinner, their parents on one side of the table, the girls on the other. Sarah took Y/n’s hand as she spoke. “So we called you guys here to tell you something important. Since we're leaving for college next week, we thought it was an appropriate time to tell you all.” She paused and looked towards Y/n to continue. “This may not have been what you wanted but, me and Sarah are dating. Were in love, we have been forever. Nothing you say will change the way we feel about each other or our relationship so please dont even try.” Y/n and Sarah’s hearts raced awaiting the response. Y/n's mother smiled at the girls while Sarah’s parents and Y/n’s father had scowls on their faces. “Sarah, I cannot believe you. This is not how I raised you!” Sarah’s dad shouted in her face while getting up. Rose stood up gathering her things to leave, “Oh my lord I can't even look at you.” right then, Y/n’s father spoke up getting the girls’ attention. “Is this what you've been doing behind our backs?! Messing with each other, taking advantage of our trust? I can't believe you Y/n.” Y/n looked at her father angrily, “Why do you hate it so much? I found love, someone that makes me genuinely happy. Shouldn't you be happy for me?” Y/n’s mother spoke up “Don't you dare yell at her. At least she knows how to love without being ashamed.” her mother yelled at her father. At that point Sarah was a mess she’d sat back down after her father and Rose stormed out. “If you're not going to love our daughter, then you can get the hell out of my house.” her dad shook his head as he left the house. Y/n’s mother took her attention to the crying girls. “I'm so sorry they reacted that way, girls. You both deserve better. You were so brave to tell us. Thank you. I love you both. Sarah, please stay here as long as you want.” Sarah nodded at her “Thank you so much Ms.L/n.” Y/n took the girl up to her room to get cleaned up.

(Y/n POV)

I led Sarah into my bathroom to freshen up. “So now what?” I  asked her as she cleaned herself up “I guess we have your mom supporting us so that's good.” I shook my head, “Yeah but babe you dad doesn't, he's so important to you. What are you going to do?” I looked at her confused while she shook her head. “I don't need him. He literally lost all love for me as soon as he found out I'm not his perfect little puppet anymore. He hates the woman I love so honestly I don't care anymore. I've waited long enough to love you openly, I'm not going to let him ruin this for us.” 

(Narrator POV)

Y/n smiled at her words. Sarah smashed her lips onto Y/n’s feeling of freedom for the first time. The girls went to sleep with smiles on their faces, intertwined like their hearts.

[thecameronchronicles]

Whatever He Wants

TW: smut. Language. Daddy kink. 

SUMMARY: Sexy time with Rafe at a party. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

REQUESTED

Omg I love your works, you’re my favorite. I was just wondering if maybe you could write something where reader and Rafe Cameron masturbate in front of each other then he fucks her? With dirty talk and daddy kink please I think that’d be so hot.

*Thank you so much! This is seriously one of the hottest requests I've ever seen! Thank you for that. I hope it ruins you just as it has for me ;) *

Whatever He Wants

Rafe Cameron was transparent in the best way. He didn't play games when it came to taking what he wanted, which you favored in opposition to the guys who toyed with you for nudes or one night of letting off steam. When Rafe wanted you, he let you know it. All in the way he stared at you from across the room. You knew when Rafe wanted to come. And you had every intention of making it happen, knowing just how sweet the return would be. 

"You wear this dress for me?" He asked as he came up behind you while you bent over the kitchen island to reach a new solo cup. 

"No." You turned to face him, stealing the drink from his fingers and locking eyes as you downed its contents. 

"But what's underneath is all for you..." He scoffed, looking to Topper who gave a surrendered lift of his arms as if to not judge before your hand was taken by Rafe. He led you through the party and to his room, the door closed as he leaned against it. 

"You gonna show me or do I have to tear that dress off of you?"

He asked, stalking closer. You sat at the edge of his bed, waiting until he stood before you. Your hand to his chest set his soles in place as he looked down at you with a cocked brow. 

"I spent a lot of time picking it out, I don't want you to ruin it..." 

"Take the damn dress off..." You blushed before pulling it over your head. You watched how he savored you. Taking in every detail you may have found to be a flaw. But he basked in it. 

"Shit..." His hand at your knees pulled them slightly apart as he huffed out a breath. 

"You already soaked through your panties..." You nodded, feeling the friction as your eyes threatened to sharpen to him as he stepped away. 

"You aren't going to touch me?" 

"You're right...I always ruin your little panties...so I want you to do it..." You offered your confusion to him. 

"I want you to fuck your fingers for me."

"I-"

"If you make me wait, I'll take you down to that party and do it in front of all of them...you know I will..." You bit your lip as your hand came to your center. 

"If you are going to stain my sheets, I wanna see it happen." He pointed to your panties.

 "Off." You slipped them away, suddenly vulnerable and cold, but the heat of his state and the warmth of your fingers contrasted this enough to find comfort. 

"Start slow...I've been waiting all night..." He palmed himself as you began. 

"Could've been my mouth, but you make such good points...we always rush..." You groaned, regretting being right. Leave it to Rafe to make you want to be wrong. Because he always made it feel so damn good. 

"I told you I wanted to see you fuck your fingers, your clit is for me..." You gasped, sliding one finger slowly inside and then the other. 

"That good baby?" You nodded but felt deceitful as you craved him. 

"You want something?" He teased as your eyes focused on how he massaged himself over his shorts. Just the sight of your parted lips was enough to make him want to bend you over that counter and now he has you to himself. 

"Touch yourself..."

"I am..."

"I want to see you..." He took a step forward. One hand undoing his belt as the other came to your hair. 

"Use your big girl words for daddy, baby..."

"I want you to fuck your hand like it's my mouth..." 

"Yeah?" You nodded. 

"Eyes to me." You obeyed as his face began to contort. 

"Oh look at you baby...you're making such a mess...slow down..." 

"I don't want to, it feels-"

"Slow down and move with me..." Your eyes followed the strokes of his hand around his naked and dripping cock, mirroring his motions. 

"You like it faster don't you?" 

"Harder..."

"Then let me see that pussy cry for me baby..." You pulled your fingers in quick succession and pounded them into you as he bit his bottom lip at the sight. 

"Look what you fucking do to me..." He groaned, "and you're gonna take every drop because good girls clean up after their messes, right?" 

"Yes-" he pulled your hair tighter. 

"Yes...what?"

"Yes, daddy..." 

"Those pretty little lips deserve my cock, don't they?" 

"Please!". You parted them as he smirked. 

"Yeah? Well we both know the little vixen you are in your knees...so we'll keep your fingers there..." His hand now came to your release. "My dirty girl leaving herself all over my sheets...good fucking girl..." 

"Ah..." You moaned loudly. 

"That's right baby...let me hear it...don't hold back on me..."

"Rafe!" You gasped at how quickly he had you fucking yourself. 

"This what you do for me when I can't take care of you?" You nodded. 

"You come this hard?" You denied it in truth. 

"That's because my cock is the only one that can make you feel good, yeah?"

"Yes, Rafe! Yours!"

"You want it now, don't you?"

"So bad! Please I wanna come on your cock!"

"Good girl using her big words..."

"Please daddy!" Your sensations made you feral, as he threw your hand to the side. A tight grip to your hair stationed you on all fours as he was inside of you before you could find stability turned away from him. 

"You made it so easy to slide in baby...you did so good for me...." You mewled as he pawed your ass, one slap after another as he thrust into you. Every piston forcing the crown of his cock into the deepest cavern of your pussy as you could only moan his name. 

"You're so fucking tight for me..."

"I wanna come!"

"Then make yourself...you know how to do it...I've shown you-" you nodded as you came to your clit. Vicious rubbings made as you begin to shake. His hand in your hair pulled you to his chest as his second hand came to your nipples. 

"Good girl...give it to me...fucking all of it..." You began to tremble and he only held you tighter. Your scalp on fire and your core alight as that orgasm began to crest. 

"Yes!" He growled. "fucking yes!" The second you spilled over, he forced you to your side, one leg over his shoulder as the other remained at his side. He pounded harder, a harsh grip at your breast certain to leave bruising, and all of it set you up for another wave. 

"You know you get at least three when you're this fucking good for me..." He explained, fingers playing your clit for every sensation he could. 

"Rafe! It's too much!" 

"Take it." He growled, thrusting harder before hitting your tit. 

"Yes! Take it just like that..."

"Fuuuucckkk..." You came faster but harder as he fucked you again. Only now, doing so until your high came down. When you trembled, he dropped to his knees and focused on your clit. Two fingers pumping and then his tongue taking their place. Your hips rising off of the bed as he continued this. His forearm fighting to keep you still. 

"Aww...you're gonna squirt for me, angel?"

"Fuck!" The first spurt doused his grin as the second came to his worst. 

"Give it." He ordered as you have into his fingers. 

"Look at me." He groaned, using your excess of cum to rub himself nearly raw. 

"This is what you fucking do to me...make me have to come like this...look..."

"Fuck..." You savored the sight. 

"Look at it!" He growled as your eyes widened as he shot his ribbons to your chest. His snarled mouth and sheen of perspiration made you tremble before he pulled you by the back of your neck until you were on your knees. 

"Clean it off." Your fingers reached to your chest first. 

"Leave that. I want you to wear my cum home...but I deserve to be cleaned off." You nodded. 

"Yes daddy..." He breathed a sigh of approval before feeling you wrap your mouth around him in slow succession, doing as he requested. Just as you always did and would forever continue to do. 

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[crownedtargaryen]

tear you apart. modern werewolf!cregan

pairing: modern werewolf!cregan x reader (a/n): i’ll be honest i really didn’t wanna write this cause i am in no way a cregan enjoyer (idk why i just cant get into him) so im sorry if this feels lazy CW: p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of blood, overstimulation if you squint, kinda a lot tbh he’s a beast. prns: she/her words: 1.3k tag list: @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist @twizzy123

Being with Cregan Stark was both a treat and a nightmare. A popular hockey player with a more reserved girl seemed like an unexpected match. If his team wins a game, you sit on the couch at this party. You watch the sweaty and shaggy men loiter and flirt loosely, Cregan trying to include me. You stare at him and smile as you softly reject his request. Though, he was a bit of an idiot when it came to understanding others' feelings, completely blind to negative emotions.

He's lucky he's attractive.

You sit on the couch, idly sipping the alcoholic beverage that rests in the red cup between your fingers, staring at the boys. With his shaggy dark hair and beautifully shaped facial hair, Cregan stood out. His toned muscles gleamed in the minimal light around him. You couldn't help the swelling feeling between your legs. Every time sex was brought up, Cregan avoided urges like the plague. You were unsure why since he'd called you his "destined mate." If you both were so destined to be together, why does he avoid intimacy like a plague?

That is, until tonight.

Something in him changes as he comes down from some high, his chest heaving as his hands clench into fists. Robb is nearby and spots a behavioral change. Quickly, you watch as he rushes towards Jon, whose eyes widen in surprise. What's happening? Did he get hurt?

You get up, heading for Cregan to check on him. But, before you reach him, a strong hand pulls you back. You turn around, looking at Jon Snow's familiar face, Cregan's distant half-cousin.

"We're leaving," he says sternly, his voice smooth like silk. You shake your head looking at Cregan. You only see him as Robb drags him off, his eyes fiery and full of something you can't place. When he looks at you, he's practically clawing Robb to get to you, a power trip between the two.

"I came here with Cregan! I can't just leave him," you snap, Jon's brows furrowing as he grabs you tighter and forcefully drags you off to his car.

"I'll get your things, just stay here and behave," he says, pushing me into the back seat and getting into the front, not saying another word. Despite your abundance of questions, Jon stays silent and stern. Is Cregan okay? What's happening? Why can't I see him? This is unfair, you have to tell me! Jon doesn't budge, continuing his one-track mind as you fall quiet, not dwelling on what you've just seen.

When you walk into the Stark house, it's a scattered mess. Arya and Sansa are whispering to each other, which silences when you enter, Robb, Jon, and Ned are all rushing around from Cregan's room to the kitchen, and Catelyn is sitting with the girls in dead silence. You hear the women ushering you to join them, to stay downstairs, but you don't obey. Slowly, you walk up the stairs to Cregan's room.

A shaky hand touches the hot doorknob as you open it slowly, spotting Cregan tied to the bed with anything they can, his chest bare and heaving desperately as his eyes hold a soft yellow hue that glares into your soul. Your heart pounds, closing the door and locking it quickly, rushing to Cregan and furrowing your brows.

"What the fuck is this?! What's going on?" You say with pained confusion. Cregan whimpers under your eyes like a dog, his jaw clenching as his hips push into the air. That's when you notice. His hands hold claws, sharp like an animal’s, yellow-hued eyes staring eagerly into yours, and his raging hard-on that hurt in his pants. It all made sense; why he was tied down, why the women stayed away while the men went around.

He wasn't a human.

You take your hand, placing it on Cregan's cheek, his body blazing hot as he moans and nuzzles into your palm, taking in the scent of your wrist. His k-9 teeth seemed more prominent now as he nipped at your skin with a desperate look in his eyes. You shiver with delight, biting your lip and moving in to kiss him, a banging on the door trailing your thoughts away.

Fuck it.

You ignore the knock, untying Cregan. Within seconds he's on you, his arms cradling your torso and his clawed hands trailing up your shirt. He cups at your breasts through your bra's flimsy lace.

"Mine," he growls lowly, pressing his hard-on to your clothed cunt, grinding his hips slowly. "Breed. Please." He looks at you, only barely restraining himself from forcing this upon you.

You moan in delight, tilting your head back as you return his waist movements tenfold, nodding quickly. "Yes, your mate," you whisper, lips parting slightly as a pathetic whimper escapes your lips. "Take me, Cregan. Please." The plea barely escapes your lips as he pins you against the bed, hands ripping off your clothing like an animal. You ignore the banging on the door, shivering at the heat rushing onto your skin, Cregan tearing off your underwear and pants, tossing the torn-apart clothing to the floor as she sheds his trousers, underwear nowhere to be seen. He grabs your thighs, pulling you up roughly and his mouth immediately abusing your throbbing cunt, tongue lapping at your folds and rolling in circles on your swollen clit, a euphoric groan emerging from him as those yellow eyes glare into yours, forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his. His tongue plunges inside of you, juices squirting onto the muscle as he fists his cock eagerly, grinding into his palm. You sink into the sheets, panting desperately and rolling your hips into his mouth, your thighs trembling. His claws dig into your thighs, harsh enough to prick the skin and draw small bits of blood.

With a filthy pop, he moves off your cunt too early for your liking. But, his regard for your pleasure is now extinct. You can't speak before his cock plunges into you. It took everything out of him not to rail at you. His eyes stare into yours, pushing you into a mating press and his eyes attempting to not roll back in his skull, sweat dripping from his tan muscles and down his freckled shoulders and face, shaggy dark hair dangling in front of your face as his cross necklace dangles in your face, almost taunting you to sink into this sin. Slowly, you grind your hips to tell him to start moving, which he gladly does with an animalistic growl, keeping deep and lustful eye contact as he slams his hips to yours, filthy wet slapping noises filling the room as his lips move to your neck, nipping at the fragile skin.

"Could rip you apart," he whispers, excitement coursing through you. "Tear your pretty body to shreds if I wanted." He slams harder into your cunt, making you whimper and scream his name, clawing red swelling marks into his skin. Cregan loves it, pressing his forehead to yours and huffing loudly. Growls mixed with heavy grunts escaped him. Since this was your first time in ages, you knew you couldn't last anymore.

His hips snap into yours as you tell him you're getting closer to your blissful finale. He ignores you, pounding it just as hard, slamming into that spongy spot inside you, pounding it when you squeal his name. When you see white, you feel him bite in an oddly specific spot on your neck, hard enough to draw blood. He licks up the red metallic fluid eagerly.

"That's it... Fuckin' take my pups in that filthy cunt. Fuck..." He groans in your ear, body trembling in delight.

"Cre- Cregan, stop- I-I can't take any more." You cry, overwhelmed with pleasure. He ignores your pleas, riding out his orgasm just as rough as he started, bursting inside you. 

Gradually, he slows, looking into your eyes and panting heavily, keeping his cock stuffed in your cunt. With a loving kiss, he gently wipes away your tears.

"Don't pass out yet, I'm not done with you. You're all mine tonight, Cub. All. Mine."

[humblequestvinyl]

WHAT WOULD THIS WORLD DO?

WHAT WOULD THIS WORLD DO? FEM!READER X EDDIE DIAZ

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: while waiting in the waiting room to hear about his best friend, eddie thinks about what the world would look like without her, one he doesn't want to live without.

inspired by what would this world do? by maren morris

cw: death, swearing, blood, graphic injuries (please let me know if i missed anything!)

lowercase is intentional! wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: this is the end of the hq series <3 i wanna thank everyone who’s supported this series this last year, i cannot wait for my next one !! thank u thank u thank u <33

IT WAS ONE SIMPLE CALL.

a call that shouldn’t have gone so far south as it did.

a simple 9-1-1 call for an elderly woman needing medical attention, turned into eddie diaz performing CPR on his best friend, trying to save her life. she had taken two steps back into the street, not seeing a car speeding towards her, before she got hit.

eddie watched in horror as her body flipped, the gut-wrenching scream y/n had let out, before her head hit the pavement, and she was out. he saw the life immediately come out from her, and her breathing come to a stop, before the 118 was able to do anything.

“c’mon!”eddie yelled over the commotion of sirens in the distance, knowing bobby had just called for backup, “c’mon peaches! don’t give up on me now!” the sirens got closer, but eddie never stopped. he refused to. not where there was a chance he could get his best friend back to life. 

“eddie!”

eddie’s head swung back as he was pulled away from the h/c girl, ready to fight whoever had grabbed him, before he saw it was buck, and the paramedics from the 113 had taken over, loading y/n up into their truck and speeding off.

“what the hell!”eddie shouted, feeling emotion rise up in him, “where are they taking her?!”

“to st.johns.”buck told him calmly, trying to keep it together for the both of them, but deep down, he was scared beyond belief for the girl he considered to be like a sister to him. “i almost had her back!”eddie felt tears prick at his eyes as he swallowed the sob that threatened to escape his lips, “i can’t lose her.”

“i know.”buck squeezed eddies shoulders, trying to comfort him the best he could, “we’re going to meet them at the hospital. we’ve gotta be strong for her.” eddie nodded, locking down his emotions before walking back towards the truck, seeing something shimmer from the corner of his eye. 

walking back towards the road, eddie crouched down, before letting the piece of metal slide through his fingers. his brown eyes glanced down, seeing the angel wings y/n always wore around her neck, splattered with blood.

his hands shook as he walked back towards the truck, trying his best to stay put together for not only y/n, but the rest of the 118. ‘she had to be okay. she had to.’ eddie thought as they sped towards the hospital, sirens and all. he didn’t know what he would do without her.

and he didn't want to know.

—-----

IT HAD BEEN OVER AN HOUR SINCE THEY HAD GOTTEN TO THE HOSPITAL,

and still no word on y/n, leaving eddie sitting in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, with an uncomfortable feeling, one he absolutely hated.

his fingers ran over the jagged metal wings, with his leg bouncing anxiously up and down, thinking over all the times he had with y/n, and what she would miss if she wasn’t here. glancing up for a moment, he noticed someone walking by with a peach in their hand, causing his thoughts to stop racing for a moment.

peaches.

it was a nickname only eddie had called the woman, after a spur of the moment meeting between the two, and y/n southern drawl had poked out. he had soon learned the girl was from georgia, and had left for the same reason he did.

to get a new start in life.

it took awhile, but the two had become vital in each other’s lives. from y/n picking up chris from school when carla couldn’t, to eddie giving y/n a place to live after she got kicked out from her apartment. they meant so much to each other. she was the glue that held the 118 together.

life would go on for everyone. the brides would walk the isles in june, the evening news about fires the 118 had put out that day would continue running, they would continue going out to calls, but it wouldn’t be the same.

not without the girl from athens georgia that he loved, and his son absolutely adored. how was he going to tell chris? how would he explain that the woman his son looked up to, spent so much time with and adored so much was gone?

‘no.’ eddie thought, shaking his head slightly, refusing to think of the worst outcome in this situation. he refused. y/n was going to be fine, and he knew it. she had to be.

he knew there would be constants in life, with the sun setting into the ocean every night, picking up chris every friday and taking him out for ice cream with buck, but the only constant he wanted in his life was at risk.

what was his world going to do without her?

eddie didn’t know, and he refused to know.

it felt like hours before a doctor came out, and the entire 118 rushed towards him, hoping for the best news possible. 

it was the bloodied scrubs eddie first noticed, making him sick to his stomach knowing it was her blood, and then he noticed the look on the doctor's face, knowing something wasn't right. the final nail in the coffin was the words that came out of his mouth next.

“her injuries were too extensive, there was internal bleeding, and we weren’t able to stop it.”the doctor told them, and eddie saw bobby, hen, and chimney’s face’s fall.

“so what are you saying?”buck stuttered, and eddie felt tears prick at his eyes once more, not being able to stop them from falling this time, knowing what the end result the doctor was about to say.

“i’m sorry, we couldn’t save her.”

eddie felt his heart shatter in a million pieces as he stormed out of the hospital, and he could hear the cries of his coworkers behind him, knowing this was about to destroy all of them.

she couldn’t be gone. she couldn’t. he couldn’t lose her. he refused to.

but here he was, with a loud sob ripping through him as he sank against the truck that sat outside the emergency room, realizing he had just lost the girl he loved the most. 

what was he going to do without you?

[buckyssoldat]

Chapter 56: Truth

Warnings: mature themes, alcohol consumption, strong language, anger, smut and sexual references, mentions of loss and grief, mental health struggles

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

You can't make your heart feel something it won't

Here in the dark, in these final hours

I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power

But you won't, no you won't

'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't

Steve and Alice nestled into the plush cushions of her couch, a fluffy blanket draped over their laps. She insisted on going to her apartment for a few nights because she missed it, and Steve felt obliged to join her. The TV screen illuminated the room, filling it with the flickering light of the movie they had chosen for the night. The scent of freshly popped popcorn lingered in the air, adding to the cozy ambiance.

As the opening credits rolled, Alice couldn’t contain her excitement. “I’ve been wanting to watch this movie for ages!” she exclaimed, her eyes alight with anticipation.

Steve grinned, his glaze flickering between the TV and Alice’s happy expression. “I’m glad we can finally watch it together.

They settled in, their shoulders brushing against each other as they shared the bowl of popcorn between them. As the movie unfolded, they found themselves completely engrossed in the storyline, laughing at the comedic moments.

At one point, Alice erupted into a fit of giggles, her laughter infectious. Steve couldn’t help but be drawn in, his own laughter mingling with hers as they shared a moment of pure joy.

“Oh my gosh, I’m loving this movie!” Alice exclaimed, wiping away tears of laughter from her eyes.

Steve nodded, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Me too.”

As the movie progressed, Steve stole glances at Alice when she least expected it, admiring the way her eyes sparkled with laughter and her smile lit up the room. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through his chest at the sight of her happiness.

Lost in the moment, Steve reached out and gently brushed his fingers against Alice’s hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

As the movie came to an end, Alice turned to Steve with a playful grin. “What do you say we watch another one?”

Steve cleared his throat, gathering up courage for what he was about to ask. “Actually, Alice, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

Alice looked at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone. “What is it, Steve?”

Steve took a deep breath, his blue eyes locking onto hers. “What are we, Alice? Are we… dating?”

Alice’s heart skipped a beat, her stomach knotting with anxiety. She hadn’t anticipated this conversation, though, knowing Steve like she did, she knew it was inevitable. “Steve, I…”

Steve reached for her hand, his touch gentle but firm. “I care about you a lot, Alice. I need to know where we stand. Are we together?"

Alice pulled her hand away, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “Steve, I don’t know if I can give you the answer you want.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, his concern deepening. “Why not? We’ve been spending so much time together. I thought we had something special.”

Alice’s eyes filled with tears, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “We do, Steve. But…”

Steve’s heart ached at the sight of her tears. “What is it, Alice? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Alice took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “It’s just… Bucky… I thought I could move on, but every time I try to open my heart to you, I feel like I’m betraying him.”

Steve’s expression softened, but there was a flash of pain in his eyes. “Alice, Bucky’s gone. We tried to get everyone back, and it didn’t work. I know he would want you to be happy.”

Alice shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I know he’s gone, but that doesn’t change how I feel. I can’t just switch off my feeling for him, and it’s not fair to you to pretend I am.”

Steve’s voice rose, frustration lacing his words. “Alice, no one is asking you to forget Bucky. I didn’t forget Peggy either. I know what he meant to you. But I also know that we have a connection, something real. Don’t you feel it too?”

Alice’s shoulders shook with silent sobs. “I feel it, Steve. And that’s what scares me. I’m afraid of letting you in, of committing to you when my heart still belongs to him.”

Steve’s anger bubbled over, his tone sharp. “We’re supposed to be a team, Alice. You’re not losing control, you’re sharing your life with someone who loves you!”

Alice stood up, her own frustration flaring. “Steve, you don’t understand! You’ve never been in love with someone you lost and had to move on from.”

Steve’s face hardened, his voice rising to match hers. “Oh, I don’t understand? I lost Peggy, Alice. I know exactly what it feels like to love someone who’s gone.”

Alice’s tears turned to anger, her voice shaking. “And yet you waited for her! Even though she was gone, you waited. Why can’t you give me the same time and understanding?”

Steve’s eyes blazed with hurt and frustration. “Because I can’t wait forever, Alice! We’ve been together for almost two years. I need to know if we have a future or if I’m just a stand-in for someone you can’t let go of.”

Alice’s voice was a mix of anger and desperation. “So, you can wait for Peggy for decades, but you can’t give me more time to sort out my feelings? And don’t act like if there were a chance for you to be with Peggy, you wouldn’t run immediately to her arms!”

Steve’s jaw clenched as her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He felt the weight of her accusation, knowing deep down that there was a grain of truth to it. But he couldn’t deny the hurt that burned within him.

“That’s not fair, Alice,” he finally managed to say, his voice strained with emotion. “You know it’s not like that.”

Alice shook her head, her own pain evident in her eyes. “But it is like that, Steve. You’re asking me to choose between you and Bucky, but what about you and Peggy? You never had to make that choice because she was gone. But I’m here, Steve. I’m right here, and you’re asking me to compete with a ghost.”

Steve turned way from Alice, his jaw clenched tight with unresolved emotion. He reached for the front door, his hand trembling slightly as he prepared to leave.

Alice stood frozen in the living room, her heart aching with the weight of their fight. She wanted to call out to him, to stop him from walking away, but her pride held her tongue.

As Steve’s hand wrapped around the doorknob, Alice’s voice cut through the tense silence, raw with emotion. “Oh, you’re leaving? I thought I was the one who ran away from her problems. You’re such a hypocrite, Steve.”

Steve paused, his back stiffening at her words. He turned to face her, his expression a mixture of hurt and frustration. “I’m not the one running away, Alice. You are.”

Alice’s eyes flashed with anger, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’m not running away, Steve. I’m standing here, facing the truth. Something you seem incapable of doing.”

Steve’s nostrils flared as he fought to control his rising temper. “I’m facing the truth, Alice. The truth is, you’re not ready to move on. And I can’t keep waiting for you to figure it out.”

Alice’s voice wavered as tears welled up in her eyes. “And what about you, Steve? Are you ready to move on? Or are you still clinging to the past, just like me?”

His silence spoke volumes as he struggled to find the right words. He knew Alice was right, knew that he was still holding onto the memory of Peggy just as tightly as she was holding onto Bucky. But pride kept him from admitting it, kept him from acknowledging the truth starting him in the face. In the end, it was easier to leave.

With one final glance at Alice, Steve opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, leaving behind the shattered fragments of what could have been. And as the door clicked shut behind him, Alice sank to her knees, her tears flowing freely as she regretted everything she had said.

Alone in her apartment, Alice felt the weight of her words settle heavily upon her shoulders. She had pushed Steve away, driven by her own pain and fear, and now she was left with nothing but the echoes of their argument ringing in her ears.

With a heavy sigh, Alice dragged herself off the floor and stumbled over to the kitchen. She needed something to numb the ache in her chest, to dull the sharp edges of her emotions. She found solace in the bottom of a bottle, pouring herself a generous glass of vodka, and drowning it in one gulp.

The burning sensation spread through her body, chasing away the despair that threatened to consume her. She poured herself another drink, then another, until the edges of her vision blurred, and her thoughts became muddled.

Lost in the haze of alcohol, Alice stumbled back to the living room, collapsing onto the couch in a drunken daze. The TV flickered in the background, the sound of the other movie she had been so excited to watch now nothing more than background noise.

But even as she tried to lose herself in the numbing embrace of alcohol, the memory of Steve’s hurt expression haunted her. She had hurt him, pushed him away when all he had wanted was to be there for her. And now she was left with the bitter taste of regret, swirling in the pit of her stomach.

As the hours ticked by, Alice drifted in and out of consciousness, her dreams haunted by memories of happier times. But with each passing moment, the harsh light of reality pierced through the haze, reminding her of the mess they had made.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed her, and Alice succumbed to sleep, the empty vodka bottle still clutched in her hand. But even in her dreams, she couldn't escape the pain of knowing she had driven away the one person who had truly cared for her.

The following morning, Alice awoke with the sunlight streaming through the windows, stabbing at her eyes like a thousand needles. Groaning, she rolled over and buried her face in the cushions, trying to block out the pounding headache that throbbed behind her temples.

As she lay there, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her in a rush of fragmented memories. The argument with Steve, the tears, the vodka-fuelled haze that had clouded her judgment. She winced at the thought of how she had behaved, how she had let her pain drive her to push away the one person who had stood by her side through it all.

Dragging herself out of the couch, Alice stumbled into the kitchen, her head still pounding with the remnants of her hangover. She poured herself a glass of water and downed it in one gulp, hoping to ease the dryness in her throat.

But even as she tried to shake off the fog of her hangover, Alice couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that hurt her from the inside out. She had driven away the one person who had made her feel alive, and now she was left to face the consequences alone.

With a heavy sigh, Alice sank onto a stool at the kitchen counter, her thoughts swirling with regret.

“Maybe I should call him,” she thought out loud. But was she reached for her phone to dial his number, her hand hesitated. What if it was too late? What if she had already pushed him away for good? “Maybe I’ll wait a few more hours,” she said.

Alice knew she needed time to clear her head before making any decisions. She shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, trying to wash away the remnants of last night. Her reflection in the mirror looked as exhausted as she felt, and she sighed deeply.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, Alice realized that the fight with Steve had been a wake-up call. She couldn’t continue living in the shadow of her past. She needed to find herself, to understand who she was without Bucky and without the constant crutch of alcohol. It was time to take control of her life.

Alice grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the kitchen counter and began to write down a plan. It wasn’t going to be easy, but she needed to change, to grow. She decided to take some time off work, to travel and explore the world. She needed to put distance between herself and the life she had built around her pain. It was the only way she could truly heal and move forward.

She listed the places she wanted to visit, the experiences she wanted to have. From the bustling streets of Paris to the calm beaches of Bali, she wanted to immerse herself in different cultures, to see the world through a new lens. The excitement of planning her journey brought a flicker of hope to her heart.

Alice also knew she had to make amends with Steve. She couldn’t leave without trying to explain, without giving him some sense of closure. She picked up her phone, took a deep breath, and called him.

The phone rang a few times before Steve’s familiar voice answered, “Hello?”

“Steve, it’s me,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Steve spoke, his tone guarded. “Alice… What do you want?”

“I wanted to talk,” she said, her voice sincere. “Can I go to your apartment?”

Steve sighed, and she could hear the weariness in his voice. “Yeah, sure, come over.”

Alice’s heart pounded in her chest as she made her way to Steve’s apartment. Her mind raced with thoughts of what she would say, how she would explain her actions and the pain she had caused. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to make things right.

When she arrived, she took a moment to compose herself before knocking on the door. Steve opened it almost immediately, his expression unreadable. He stepped aside to let her in, and she entered the familiar space, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over her.

After their argument, the tension between Alice and Steve simmered, hanging heavy in the air. The heated exchange had left both emotionally raw, but also with an undeniable magnetic pull towards each other. The anger, the frustration, and unresolved feelings created a potent mix that neither could resist.

Without a word, Steve closed the distance between them, his eyes locking onto Alice’s. The intensity in his gaze mirrored hers, and before either of them could think it through, they were in each other’s arms, their mouths crashing together in a desperate, fiery kiss. It was a clash of emotions, a physical manifestation of their anger, pain, and longing.

Their movements were frenzied, hands tearing at clothes, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. They stumbled towards his bedroom, shedding clothing along the way, leaving a trail that marked their path. Once they reached the bed, they fell onto it in a tangle of limps, the mattress creaking under their combined weight.

Steve’s touch was both tender and rough, a contradiction that sent shivers down Alice’s spine. She responded with her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. The passion between them was electric, a storm that neither could control nor wanted to.

He slowly moved down her body until he reached her blue panties, throwing them against the corner of his bedroom. Steve stopped for a few seconds, admiring the beautiful wet view that was in front of him. He then slowly ran up his index finger against her dripping sex, earning a moan from her. This only made him more eager to taste her.

Gently, Steve took a long lick, making Alice cry in pleasure. As he swirled his tongue around her, she became a mess, moaning and gripping the sheets.

“Steve…” she cried while her hands went to his hair, pushing him deeper into her.

Feeling bold, he slowly inserted two fingers inside her, sending Alice into pure ecstasy. As she approached her high, Steve moved his fingers quicker while still working her with his tongue. A few seconds after, she let out a piercing scream, releasing her juices into his mouth.

After he cleaned her up with lips, he made his way up her body, kissing every inch he could until he reached her mouth.

While kissing each other, Alice reached out for his member, slowly pumping it, but Steve stopped her after a few seconds. He needed to feel her, he needed to be inside her. It was as if an invisible force was pulling him to her, and he wasn’t strong enough to fight it.

When he finally entered her, both let out a moan of pleasure, which kept repeating as he moved in and out of her. As they moved together, their anger morphed into something else entirely – an intense connection that transcended everything on earth. For a few moments, they were lost in each other, the world outside ceasing to exist. It was just them, their bodies speaking the truths they couldn’t articulate, their desires consuming them.

“Please, go faster…” Alice pleaded between short breaths as she dragged her nails on his back.

Steve did as she asked and moved with such quickness that Alice thought they were going to break the bed. They both reached their highs within seconds of each other.

Afterward, they lay tangled in the sheets, their breaths still heavy, bodies glistening with sweat. The silence that followed was filled with a different kind of tension, a quiet understanding that what had just happened didn’t solve anything but was a necessary release.

Alice turned to face Steve, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the same turmoil she felt. Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke, her voice soft but steady. “Steve, I need to tell you something.”

Steve looked at her, his expression wary but attentive. “What is it, Alice?”

She sat up, pulling the sheet around her, trying to find the right words. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about everything that’s happened. And I’ve realized that I need time to figure out who I am without Bucky, without anyone. I need to discover who I am on my own.”

Steve’s face tense, and he propped himself up on his elbow, his gaze searching hers. “What are you saying, Alice?”

“I’m saying I need to go away for a while,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I need to travel, to see the world, to find myself. I can’t keep living in the past or dragging you through my unresolved feelings. It’s not fair for either of us.”

He sat up fully now, his expression a mix of hurt and understanding. “So, you’re leaving?”

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “Just for a few months, and I promise I’ll keep in contact. I need this, Steve. I need to come back whole, or I won’t be any good to you or to myself.”

Steve reached out, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall. “I get it, Alice. I do. But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

“I know,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “But I promise, I’ll come back, and I’ll keep in touch. And when I do come back, maybe we can figure out what we really mean to each other.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair. “Just… be safe, okay? And come back to me.”

“I will,” she promised, holding onto him as she could imprint the memory of this moment onto her soul. “I’ll come back. And we’ll see where we stand.”

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms. This made Alice remember the time where she was captured by Shield from Hydra. While she was still trying to keep Forsaken out of her mind, Steve was the one who never gave up on her and was always there for her, even when she lost control. All of these memories made Alice realize something – Steve was her best friend, not her lover. But that was something she was going to think about on her trip.

The next day, Alice packed her bags, her mind buzzing with anticipation and apprehension. She had made a list of all the places she wanted to visit, all the experiences she wanted to have, and she couldn’t wait to embark on this journey of self-discovery.

Before leaving, Alice had to make two stops – one at the compound, to say goodbye to Natasha, and one at Steve’s apartment.

As she approached the compound, Alice felt a mix of emotions swirling within her – excitement for the adventure ahead, and sadness for leaving Natasha behind.

Walking through the halls of the compound, Alice finally found Natasha at her office. She hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door, unsure of what to expect.

“Come in,” Natasha’s voice called out from inside.

Alice entered, finding Natasha sitting at her desk, surrounded by a flurry of papers and reports. Despite the chaos of her work, Natasha looked up and smiled warmly at Alice.

“Hey, Alice,” Natasha said, setting aside her work. “What brings you here.”

Alice took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. “I’m leaving, Nat,” she said finally. “I’m going on a journey, to find myself, to discover who I am outside of all this.”

Natasha nodded, her expression understanding. “I get it, Alice. Sometimes we need to take a step back, to find clarity in the chaos of our minds.”

Alice smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. “Thank you, Nat. You could join me if you want to. It would be amazing to travel the world with you.”

Natasha stood up from her chair. “I would love to, but someone has to keep things going here at the compound.”

Alice stopped for a few seconds to think before she answered, “It doesn’t have to be you to carry that burden, Natasha.”

When Natasha didn’t respond, Alice already knew the answer – she needed the compound, she needed to keep busy, otherwise she would collapse. Alice knew the feeling too well, so she didn’t question it.

“I get it, Nat, don’t worry,” she smiled at her friend, trying to comfort her. “You’re always welcome to visit me.”

Natasha crossed the room, enveloping Alice in a tight hug. “You’ll always have a home here, Alcie. No matter where your journey takes you, you’ll always be a part of this family. You’ll always be me sister.”

Tears welled up in Alice’s eyes as she hugged Natasha back, holding onto the moment for as long as she could. “I’ll miss you, Nat,” she whispered.

“I’ll miss you too, Alice,” Natasha said, pulling back to look into Alice’s eyes. “But I know this is important for you. Go out there and find yourself. And remember, I’ll always be here if you need me.”

With a final smile, Alice stepped back, her heart filled with gratitude for the friendship she shared with Natasha. As she turned to leave, she knew that no matter where her journey took her, she would always carry Natasha’s strength with her.

And as she walked away from the compound, towards her bike to make her way to Steve’s apartment, Alice felt a sense of peace settle over her. She was ready for whatever the future held, knowing that she had the love and support of her friends.

She approached Steve’s apartment, her steps slow and deliberate, each one feeling like it carried the weight of the world. When she reached his door, she paused, her hand hovering over the wood. Taking a deep breath, she knocked.

Steve opened the door almost immediately, his expression a mix of anticipation and dread. He stepped aside to let her in, the silence between them thick with unspoken words.

They stood in the middle of his living room, the same place where they had shared countless moments of laughter and love. Alice could feel the memories pressing down on her, each one a reminder of what she was leaving behind.

“Alice,” Steve began, his voice breaking the silence. “Are you sure about this?”

Alice nodded, tears already welling up in her eyes. “I need to do this, Steve. I need to find myself, to figure out who I am without… everything.”

Steve’s jaw tightened, his blue eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. “I understand,” he said, his voice soft but strained. “But it’s hard.”

Alice reached out, taking his hand in hers. “I know. Believe me, if there was any other way, I’d take it. But I can’t keep living like this, stuck in the past, dragging you through my pain.”

Steve’s grip tightened around her hand, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you, Alice. And I don’t know how to let you go.”

As a sob escaped Alice’s lips, and she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him. “I love you too, Steve. But I need to do this for me. I need to come back whole, or I won’t be any good to you or anyone.”

They clung to each other, the reality of their separation sinking in. The silence was marked by their shared breaths, their hearts beating in painful unison.

Steve pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands. “Promise me you’ll come back,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Promise me this isn’t goodbye forever.”

Alice nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I promise, Steve. I’ll come back. And when I do, we’ll figure out what we really mean to each other.”

Steve leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. It was a kiss that held all their love, their hope, and their sorrow. When they finally pulled apart, they rested their foreheads together, savouring their last moments.

“I’ll wait for you,” Steve said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll wait.”

Alice’s heart ached at his words, knowing the pain she was causing him. “I’ll come back as soon as I can,” she promised, her voice trembling. “I love you, Steve. Always.”

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Always.”

With one final embrace, Alice stepped back, her hand lingering in his until the last possible moment. She turned and walked out the door, each step feeling like a piece of her heart was being torn away.

As she made her way to the elevator, she couldn’t hold back the sobs that wracked her body. The door closed behind her, and she leaned against the wall, feeling the weight of her decision pressing down on her.

Back in his apartment, Steve stood frozen, staring at the door Alice had just walked through. His chest felt hollow, the pain of her absence cutting deep. He sank to the couch, burying his face in his hands as the tears he had been holding back finally fell.

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[gnrbitch]

Grunge Days pt.12 - Symphony of Destruction

Warnings: the usual

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1991, St. Louis

It was now three months into the tour, and things had definitely looked up for everyone. Y/n got her G&L back on the second night of the tour, which Slash laughed when she kissed her guitar and called it ‘My baby’.

Well except Guns, there were many time they went on late, and it seemed like the tension in the band was starting to increase. And it made everyone uncomfortable. Soundgarden had ultimately stopped talking with the guys from Guns, and Alice only really talked to Duff and Slash, but that was occasionally.

Y/n had watched all of this unfolded with her own eyes, she was slowly starting to see Duff become even more unhinged, if that was even possible, she hasn’t seen her brother drink one drop of water since the tour started. Plus she barely saw Izzy, she would be lucky enough to even catch him after he finished performing. And Guns new drummer, Matt, just gave Y/n weird vibes.

She missed Steven.

But things between her and Slash had been going good, great even. They had become professionals at sneaking around. Well Slash sometimes hung out on Y/ns bus, but that doesn’t count cause Duff would also be there.

But now… now shit was bad. Because now everyone was locked backstage while a whole riot was going on.

All Y/n heard were people screaming, shit breaking and police sirens.

Axl had not only beat up a guy, but he completely left the stage right after, and that pissed people off. Security told Alice to not even go on.

“Okay all of you follow me” Some random police guy said, as all of them made a run for it and got to their bus.

“All of our shit is in there” Sean said as they all huddled into their bus.

“Do you think our stuffs gonna get fucked up?” Kim asked, turning to look at Susan.

Susan looked out the window as she saw all the havoc going on outside, sighing “I think so”

“Fuck” Y/n said “My fucken guitars back there!”

“We’ll get you a new one” Susan said, “We’ll replace all of your stuff”

“Jesus fucken christ” Jerry said “We should’ve never came on this stupid fucken tour”

“You gotta get us back home Susan” Y/n said

“You guys wanna leave the tour?” She asked, mouth slightly hung open.

All the musicians on the bus looked at each other and nodded.

“Are you not seeing what’s going on out there? I don’t wanna be apart of this shit” Chris said

“Me either. I wanna go home” Y/n sighed, looking down as tears welled up in her eyes, her baby, her G&L was back there. She had worked so hard to raise up the money to buy it, and now it’s fucken gone. And she didn’t care if they got her another one, she knew they would. But it’s not the same, that guitar held so many memories to it.

“My fucken guitar” Kim said, frustrated, which made the tears from Y/ns eyes fall, her fucken guitar.

She sniffled as she looked up at Susan “You better get us back to LA”

**

Y/n opened her door to see a package on her door. She grabbed it and carried it to her room. Opening it, she saw her G&L, well not her G&L, but it was a new one, an exact copy of hers.

She sighed out as she grabbed the note attached to it, reading it.

‘Y/n,

I’m sorry about your guitar, I miss you

- Slash’

It had been three days since they left the tour, and they definitely got a angry phone call from Guns manager. But they told him to fuck off.

Slash had also been trying to get in touch with Y/n, but for the last two days Y/n had been so furious about this whole situation, she didn’t wanna hear from any of them.

But she knew it wasn’t anyone but Axls fault, so she couldn’t be mad at Slash. And she missed him too, touring with him was so much fun, she sometimes wished Axl wasn’t the way he was.

She sat up as she heard Layne behind her “Boyfriend got you a new guitar?”

“Yea- yea he did” She sighed out

“You still not talking to him?” Layne asked

“I’ll answer the phone if he calls today” She said “I miss him”

Layne sat down next to her “I know you do Y/n” “It’ll be okay, you’ll see him soon”

“I know I just- I’m scared he’s gonna get mad at me” She said

“For leaving? I think he’ll understand”

Y/n fidgeted with the card in her hand, “Maybe”

*

It was now the afternoon, and Y/n waited by the phone, waiting to hear it ring.

“Slash” She said all too quickly, not even letting the first ring end.

“Y/n? Holy shit finally you pick up the phone” Slash grumbled on the other side.

Y/n held the phone with both of her hands, “Yea- sorry about that”

“Did you get the guitar?” He asked her

“Yea i did” She said, her voice cracking

“Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry-I just” Y/n sniffled “I’m sorry for ignoring you”

“Wait- you were ignoring me?” He said “Why?”

Y/n wiped her eyes “I was just upset after what happened Slash”

“But that wasn’t my fault” He said, and she could just imagine him furrowing his eyebrows.

“I know it wasn’t” Y/n sniffled “I’m Sorry Slash”

“Shit i know Y/n- it’s okay” Slash said, frowning on the other side.

“But how are you? How’s shit been” She asked him, god knows how he must be feeling.

“Fucken horrible” Slash said “I hate being on this fucken tour, thank god there’s only a month left”

“Sorry this tour has been shit” Y/n frowned

“It’s alright- i’m just waiting till i could see you” He said “I miss you like a motherfucker”

Y/n laughed “I miss you too Slash”

“We’re banned from St. Louis now” Slash sighed

“Well that’s a shocker” Y/n sarcastically said

“Shut up” Slash laughed “God I fucken miss you”

Y/n laughed even more “I know, but you’ll see me soon”

“Soon can’t come fast enough”

Y/n held in her laughter “That’s what she said”

“Jesus really Y/n”

“Oh suddenly the sex addict doesn’t like sex jokes” Y/n uttered

Slash smiled on the other end “You’re the worst”

“Only for you” She smiled “But i should mention- I’m leaving tomorrow”

“Leaving? Where are you going?” Slash questioned, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

“Gonna go on the last leg of the Titans tour, it’s only a month” She said, playing with the box of cigarettes in her hand.

“What? But then i won’t be able to call you” Slash said

“I know, but well probably see each other- we’re also gonna be in europe” Y/n said “Look we just have to get through this month and we’ll be alright”

“Fucken shit Y/n” Slash said, “Fine. I’ll see when i could go to one of those shows”

Y/n smiled, feeling all giddy inside “That sounds great. I’ll see you soon alright?”

“Yea- okay” Slash breathed out “I gotta go now, I love you”

“I love you too Slash” Y/n smiled, hanging up the phone.

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Could you please write something like this with fez x reader and ash? I'm begging you at this point, I'm at the first stage of grief lmaooo

So I kinda took creative liberty with this😂 I love this idea and thinks it's awesome.

Ash's screams wake both Fez and I up abruptly, our eyes meeting each other's in the dark room as I slip out of bed. This was a common occurrence since the night of the shoot out, Ash's bad dreams consuming him every night. We had let him try to deal with it on his own, letting him know that we were there for him and that we were here to talk if he wanted to discuss what happened.

He was lucky he wasn't killed that night a few months ago, same with Fez. I can just remember sitting in the hospital waiting room with Faye as the two of them were checked out and interviewed by the police. Luckily, they got out with mine and Faye's words against Custer and Laurie. It was surprising that it ended with us winning but it happened and we never wanted to think about it ever again.

Sadly, Ash's brain wasn't allowing him to put it behind him.

My feet carry me out into the hallway of our new apartment, the memory of the bullets whizzing past my head and through the door of the bathroom still haunting me to this day. I take a look back at Fez who slides back down into bed, rubbing over his face anxiously.

I push the door open, my eyes immediately locking on Ash who sits at the edge of his bed, his hands covering his face. His whole body trembles, sweat dripping down his back as I step into the room. His head snaps to me with wide eyes, my presence spooking him a bit.

"I'm 'lright." He waves me off, taking a shaky breath in as I sit down next to him on the bed. My hand reaches up, gently rubbing over his shoulders as he relaxes a bit. I reach forward to the laundry basket full of clean clothes, pulling out another shirt for him. He just smiles appreciatively at me, slipping the new shirt on and tossing the sweaty one to the floor.

"Wanna talk about it?" I ask quietly, my hands resting in my lap as he closes his eyes. The room falls silent for a moment, the echoing memory of gunshots rattle in my ears as my mind brings back vivid memory of watching the shells fall to the floor.

"I keep dreamin' that they fucking shot me in the head instead'a the shoulder." He explains, his sweaty hands running over the blanket beneath him. "That you and Fez were just watchin' me and they just aimed right between my eyes and shot." He mutters, a shiver running down his spine as he trembles. "I can't stop fucking seeing it over and over again. I just want it to fucking stop cuz I can't fucking breathe." He gasps, my arm slinking around his shoulder to pull me to him as he panics. He cries quietly as I rub over his shoulders, tears pooling in my eyes as I press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Ash, you need to talk to us about this shit. You can't keep it bottled up." I whisper, his head nodding gently as he clings to me, his hands fisting the back of my shirt.

"I shot Fez. I know it was an accident- he fuckin' tells me that every day." He cries, tears now slipping down my cheeks as I try my best to take a deep breath. "I was just so fucking scared." He admits, the weight on my shoulders finally breaking as I cry, moving to hug him properly.

"I'm not gonna let anyone touch you, Ash. The drug shit is in the past now, Laurie is in prison, Custer is gone, Faye is down the hall, safe and sound." I reassure him, his face tucking into my shoulder as he cries. "It's over now. You're safe." I coo, my hand cradling the back of his head as he sniffles, the words sounding incredulous at this point.

"Do you think Fez would be mad if you stayed here?" He asks quietly, pulling back to look up at me. Tears drip down his cheeks as I snort, nodding my head.

"Oh, yeah I'm sure he'll kick you ass." I giggle tearily, reaching up to brush Ash's tears away from his cheeks as he chuckles. "He won't be mad, sweetheart. We both want you to get a goodnights sleep for fucking once." I explain, his head bobbing up and down as he slips back under his covers.

I move to sit next to him, my back resting against the wall as he lays down next to me, his back facing me. I didn't care if I was going to have to stay up all night, my hand rubbing his back soothingly. I just wanted him to know and feel that he was truly safe now. That he was safe enough to go to sleep and feel okay.

"Thank you." He whispers quietly, his eyes fluttering shut as I rub his back, the muscles relaxing under my touch as he slips off into sleep. It had to have been the quickest I had ever seen him fall asleep and now I just had to pray that my presence was enough to keep the bad dreams away.

[reallyromealone]

Mikey x male reader NSFW

No fujoshis

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(name) was heartbroken when he was forced to break up with Mikey, his elder brother Takemichi and the others almost pressuring him to do so.

(Name) couldn't choose.

His brother or the love of his life?

So he chose neither.

He stepped back from them both, unable to handle the pain of those he cared about at each other's throats.

He found an apartment outside of Shibuya, but god was he just broken.

Mikey didn't want to let his boyfriend go, he knew (name) didn't want to break up and he even stated it.

He was just so tired of the fighting.

Walking inside his apartment (name) shuffled off his jacket and shoes and sadly trudged to his room, far to emotionally drained to even think of eating.

When he saw him there, just sitting on his bed.

"Mikey...?" (Name) mumbled, unsure if he was seeing things right as the lights from outside cast upon him gently "there you are baby, c'mere" Mikey said softly, his voice sweet and lulling to the Hanagaki sibling who just shook his head with tearful eyes and mumbled something about "choosing sides"

Mikey may have change over time but his feelings for his boyfriend never faded if anything they grew fonder with each breath he took "you don't gotta choose baby, I just wanna see you... I miss you baby" Mikeys words were like honey as he stood up and walked towards the angel and pulled him close "do you miss me too?" Mikey whispered in his ears and smiled softly when he felt a nod against his chest and gently kissed his forehead.

"Don't wanna choose..." (Name) said, voice muffled as he wrapped his arms around Mikey's waist and clung desperately and took in the smell that was Mikey, the mix between his body wash and cologne filled his head and made him dizzy in the best way possible.

"Shhh it's ok baby, Mikey's got you" Mikey whispered and slowly led the man to bed, sitting down and pulling (name) into his lap and gently soothed him and whispered sweet nothings to him as (name) fully took in his once boyfriend, hands moving to cup his face "you look tired Mikey..." (Name) whispered and Mikey laughed softly "oh I feel tired baby... Come back baby I miss you" Mikey moved his hands gently to the others waist and moved to kiss his neck gently, soft open mouthed kisses against the others soft flesh.

"Mikey..." (Name) mumbled breathlessly and wrapped his arms around the blonds neck and tangled his fingers in those soft blond locks "just say it and I'm yours baby..." Mikey encouraged through kisses and light nibbles and watched as his lover fell apart before his eyes and smirked at the "please..." That escaped his lips.

"Let Mikey take care of you baby..." Mikey said oh so sweetly as he moved to remove the others shirt and God... Every time Mikey looked at him he seemed to become more and more beautiful and he would be damned if he let him slip from his fingers again.

Soft kisses down his chest, leaving little Hickey's down his path to the others nipples and gave a circular lick around the areola before going in for the kill, biting and sucking the soft tit like a starving man while his hands wandered into (name)s jeans, playing and squeezing the soft mounds of flesh like stress balls before one hand moved to his cute little ass.

"M-mikey!" (Name) moaned out, buckling his hips into the others crotch as Mikey circled his finger lazily around the males entrance, grunting slightly at each grind the male on his lap produced while trying to remain coherent.

Slowly he dipped a finger into the others entrance, sighing shallowly at the tightness that enveloped his finger before moving his lips from the others swollen nipples kiss him, mouths moving to the rhythm of Mikey's finger and devouring the sweet moans (name) produced as his free hand moved to the males front and unbuckled their pants, both cocks springing free and smacking against each other and both men groaned softly at the sensation as Mikey began jerking them both off slowly, enjoying the sensation of their cocks pressed together like this and wanted it to last as long as possible.

Adding another finger he gently used his knuckle to try and push down the others jeans more, (name) feeling this removes his hands from the others hair to push down his pants more to give Mikey better access and almost instantly Mikey began finger fucking him, the poor (hair colored) man startled and falling into the other, body shaking as both sides of him were played with relentlessly as another finger was added and (name)s brain was hazy and fuzzy as he felt Mikey rub against his prostate, almost instantly he came between them; ruining Mikey's black shirt.

"Such a messy boy..." Mikey mumbled and removed his top, smirking as he watched (name) eye his abs dreamily and allowed his lover to gently rake his fingers down them and he didn't miss the soft moan escape his lips "please Mikey..." (Name) choked out and who was Mikey to refuse such pleading words?

"Take off your pants baby" Mikey commanded and almost instantly (name) was off him and removed his pants and boxers, Mikey watching the little show hornily and the second the articles were off Mikey pulled him back on his lap "where's your ube baby?" Mikey asked the other and silently (name) moved to reach his bedside table and grabbed the lube from the top drawer, half empty Mikey noted.

"Half empty...have you been fucking your little ass? Touching yourself? Who were you thinking of baby? Was it me? Was it your Mikey?" Mikey teased before lubing up his cock, lining it to the others hole before pushing in and watching his man fall apart in his cock, drooling slightly.

"B-big!"

Mikey lifted (name)s hips and began fucking him up and down with ease, as if (name) weighed nothing to him and watched (name) become cock drunk as Mikey fucked into his tight heat and slowly picking up speed and (name) clung helplessly as he allowed Mikey to fuck him like a flashlight and God he could barely count how many times he came on the blonds cock.

"So fucking good...! You're mine baby, ya hear?!" Mikey grunted out as he fucked like his life depended on it, biting and sucking dark hickeys onto the others neck, showing the world who (name) belonged to " 'm yours... Mikey's Mikey's!" (Name) chanted out like Mikey was a god and hands scratching the blonds back as he clung to him for dear life, feeling Mikey's thrusts become more sporadic before one final thrust and Mikey emptied himself inside (name)s tight little ass with a breathy groan, (name) cumming as well before collapsing onto Mikey and both tried catching their breaths.

"Don't leave me (name)..." Mikey said softly, holding him close and (name) nodded into him gently and held him closer and fell asleep in Mikey's lap, cock still inside him as Mikey maneuvered them into a comfortable position and with a final kiss the two passed out, hearts warm and content.

Mikey wouldn't make this mistake twice.

He wouldn't let his darling love go again.

[yankpop]

part 6 of bully mark? 🥺🥺😢

Warnings: Implied kidnapping.

AN: So, this is the very last and final part of bully Mark. It definitely gives more closure. Hope you guys like it :)

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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“Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Mark cheerfully sings, a slightly distorted home-made cake in his hands. You look at him, mind completely blank as you try to process it. 

It’s your birthday already? That means you’ve spent at least 5 months locked up in Mark’s apartment. 

It's hard to believe it is already your birthday, the last time you celebrated it was with your family. It seems like such a distant past that you can barely remember it. 

Mark seems oblivious to your confusion as he comes closer to you, happiness all over his face. He nods towards the cake, pointing at the candles. 

“C’mon, blow them and make a wish.” he eagerly tells you. You weakly nod, closing your eyes as you try to focus your mind. The one thing you want the most is to go home, back to your family.

That’s your only wish. 

You think about it over and over again, desperately wishing for it to become true. Opening your eyes, you blow the candles. Mark quickly puts the cake on top of the dinning table, prompting you to take a place as he starts cutting the cake.

“I can’t believe we got to celebrate your birthday together, this is so perfect.” he blabbers, handing you a slice of the cake. You ignore the food, instead focusing on Mark. He’s wearing a loose shirt, his round glasses perched on his nose. He looks innocent, a nice guy even.  Although that’s not really the reality.

If he was, then he wouldn’t have taken you away from your life. 

“Mark, I want to ask you something and please, don’t say no.” you beg, placing your hand on top of his arm. He looks at you, giving you a disappointed look, too similar to the one he gave you after he found you with his phone.

That was enough for him to finally install a door on your room, only to keep it locked for one week straight. He gave you food through a small dog door and made sure to take away all the books and puzzles he had previously given you to entertain yourself. 

It wasn’t entirely awful, but you hated it. It’s bad enough to be kept in an apartment, even worse to be locked inside a small room and its connected bathroom. 

“Y/N…” he starts, but you’re quick to jump into action, tugging his sleeves as you plead.

“Let me see my family, just once. I’ll promise I’ll be good from now on and won't cause any trouble. I just want to see them one last time, they must be so worried about me, Mark!” your eyes start burning with tears as you speak. 

Mark gazes at you for a good moment, analyzing your eyes for something you don’t know. You keep eye contact, although it's uncomfortable. You’re about to speak up when he beats you to it. 

“Alright then. Wanna see your family? Let’s go see them.” your whole face lights up with happiness. Mark grabs your hand, urging you to follow him. You almost trip behind him from how excited you are, thinking he’s taking you towards the door. But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he brings you to the couch. You look at him, completely dubfound as he starts to turn on the TV and then messes around with his phone, connecting it to the big screen. 

“I really didn’t wanted to show you this but since you want to see your family so much, I guess I’m gonna have to do it.” he mumbles.

A video starts playing on the TV and for a moment you’re confused as you watch a happy family singing a birthday song to a smiling girl. 

Your sister. 

You almost forgot that her birthday is only a few days before your own. 

Your heart drops to your feet when you recognize your parents, hugging each other with big smiles as they near your sister with a cake. They look happy. 

They look happy even though you’re missing. For one second, you catch Haechan next to her, kissing her cheek but then the video ends, the screen going black. 

Mark’s fingers reach for your face, sweeping off the tears that you didn’t even realize you had released. He embraces you from the side, his lips practically touching your ear as he tries to calm you down. 

You can’t stop the tears now, your sobs shaking your body. Betrayal crunches your heart. How could they forget you so easily? 

“See? They don’t really care about you. They don’t even remember you anymore, just like that.” Mark says, rubbing his palm on your back while you sob. His lips curl in a half-smile, knowing he had won. 

“I’m the only one that cares about you and I’ll always love you. Only you.” 

[steinfellds]

Pro Builder

Pairing: Mom!WandaNat x Child!Reader

Summary: You finally finish your Lego set that took you three days to build but when you show your moms they don't pay you any attention.

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You had been building a blue Lego car - which was a gift given to you from Tony - for the last three days and you were finally, finally about to put the last piece on it.

You carefully placed the lego brick that created the backlights on the back of the car and a massive grin spread across your face as you heard it click. After three long days, you had finished!

You eagerly looked around your room, half expecting your moms to barge in and congratulate you on finishing it. But they didn't.

You stood up from your desk and carefully picked your car up, terrified you would accidentally drop it and cause it to smash apart.

You quickly walked down the hallways of your house towards the living room where you thought Wanda might be curled up reading a book but frowned when you entered. She wasn't in there.

"Mommy?" You called out. You knew your moms were home, you had heard them talking to each other not even an hour ago. Plus they wouldn't have left the house without telling you they were leaving and giving you a lecture on not to open the door if you hear a knock.

You walked around the house in confusion to where your moms were until the smell hit your nose. It smelt like a burning cake. You walked into the kitchen and saw Wanda fanning a very burnt cake with her hands. A timer from the oven went off behind her and she let out a frustrated groan.

You walked up behind your mom - who was bending down to open the oven - and pulled on the sweater she was wearing. Wanda let out a high-pitched yelp and turned around to face you with an upset frown on her face.

"Y/n! What did I tell you about sneaking up on me?" She muttered, turning away from you so she could grab the cupcakes out of the oven. "Curse Natasha for having you inherit her silent footsteps."

Wanda turned over to the counter and placed the cupcakes on it. You followed behind her and went to tell her to look at your lego but she walked backwards and accidentally walked into you. Your lego car flew out of your hands before you could stop it. You quickly closed your eyes so you wouldn't have to watch your lego shatter apart.

"Y/n! God, I love you but please leave mommy alone for a bit," When you opened your eyes, your car was hovering in the air with red mists wrapped out it.

Natasha walked into the kitchen with heavy footsteps. "Wanda, have you finished that thing Maria asked for? She needs it for her meeting in a couple hours."

Wanda groaned and slapped her forehead lightly. "No, I haven't. Could you please do it? I'm about three seconds away from burning the kitchen down."

You grabbed the lego car out of mid-air and walked over to your mama.

"Mama, mama, mama, ma-" You called her name and started tugging continuously at her shirt.

"Y/n, stop," Natasha pulled your hand off her shirt "Your lego looks great, baby, but I'm just a bit busy at the moment."

You pouted but stopped tugging at her shirt. "I wanna show you how it works, mama."

"No, I can't. I already have some other things to work on and I'll need to drive Y/n to their karate lessons in 3 hours so please just work on it soon," Natasha ignored you and continued talking to her wife who was currently putting the burnt cake in the bin.

You narrowed your eyes at Natasha. She never ignores you, why is she ignoring you now?

"Mama, mommy. Look at my lego," You whined. You hated when people ignored you, especially your mothers.

"No!" Wanda and Natasha both raised their voices at the same time with annoyance.

Tears quickly flooded your eyes. You hated when people yelled at you. You quickly adverted your eyes to look at the ground and ran off to your room, slamming the door behind you. You placed your lego on your desk and pushed your toy box against the door. Natasha had taken the lock off your door years ago so the only way you could try to keep your moms out was by blocking the door with your toy box.

You ran onto your bed and pulled the covers up and over your head. You started to cry softly. Did your moms not love you anymore? Was that why they were ignoring you? What did you do to make them hate you?

You started to convince yourself that your moms really did hate you and it caused your cries to get louder.

You were too cooped up in your horrible thoughts that you didn't notice that Wanda had moved the toy box to the side with her powers and Natasha had opened the door.

Wanda and Natasha hadn't noticed you had left the kitchen until Wanda had heard your thoughts coming from your bedroom. Immediately the two mothers ran towards your room. They didn't want their child ever thinking that they hated them.

Wanda kneeled next to the bed and rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe you with her hand. "Hey, sweetheart, look at mommy."

You shook your head and let out a choked sob. "N-no, you 'ate me." You let out a hiccup mid-sentence.

Wanda and Natasha's hearts broke at your words.

Natasha was standing at the end of your bed. She wasn't sure how to deal with a crying child and was honestly on the verge of tears herself at the sight of you crying.

"We love you, Y/n. Can you please look at me so I can see that pretty face of yours?" Wanda asked pulling the covers off your head slightly so she could see the back of your head.

"But you ignored me when I was trying to show you- you my lego," You sniffled out, trying to control your cries so your words wouldn't sound like a complete mess.

"We're sorry, detka. We were just very stressed but we'd love to see your lego now if that's okay with you?" Wanda asked softly, not expecting you to want to show them anymore.

Though you surprised her when you shot up from your bed and grab your lego off the desk. You patted the top of your bed to tell Wanda that you wanted to lay against her chest and after you had both gotten comfortable you patted the spot in front of you so your other mom could sit near you.

When Natasha sat down, you started showing them all the cool things you could do with your car and drove the car on Wanda's arms that were wrapped around you and her legs to show them how fast it went.

Your mood swing definitely confused your moms but you were just glad they wanted to see your lego.