#if you are gonna repost and respond by saying you didn't read

[dabihawksluvr]

To those who see a lengthy post, and respond by saying 'nah I ain't reading all that'.

I will say this as kindly as possible.

You are being an asshole.

[strawberrymatchawhore]

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toxic bf! rafe cameron x reader

"running away is easy, its the leaving thats hard."

summary- the camerons are in charge of the annual new years party this year, you along other kooks as well as the camerons distant family are invited to the estate to celebrate. you unknowingly strike up a conversation with one of rafes cousins whom he has always been in competition with since childhood, eventually having to deal with the consequences of your jealous boyfriend

warning/s- abusive relationship, slapping, degrading, choking, toxic ass relationship, mean rafe, reader is a crybaby, nutting inside as punishment, barely any aftercare, NON/DUBCON (reader lets him fuck to make him less pissed off) IF ANY OF THIS MAKES U UNCOMFY PLS DONT READ <3, etc.. im backkk pls enjoy and comment as well as repost apologies for being gone for so long lolsies 🙁

3 years ago you never would have pictured yourself where you are today, living in one of the finest estates of the island and dating one of the most popular and sought after members of this community. nor have you ever pictured yourself being in a a relationship where everyday was like stepping on eggshells and yet you never felt the urge to leave. you loved him too much to do so.

putting on silver dangly earrings as the final touch to your new years look, you turn to your boyfriend for approval. only to be met with a disgusted look on his face.

"why are you dressed like that"

"i thought you liked it? you bought it for me last week." you argued, folding your arms.

"yeah but i didn't think you'd wear it to a family event, i mean come on baby you look like a hooker." he pointed at the figure forming dress, your eyebrows furrowed. the dress was a maxi dress and the only thing revealing was the slight cleavage.

"never mind i'll just change" you exhale and quickly turn away to avoid starting an argument, but he grabs your arm and ushers for you to stay.

"you know what, lets go. we're already late." he leaves the room and you silently follow behind him.

.....

you and rafe walk through the door with your arm around his bicep, immediately you felt out of place. no one you knew were here and it was just random rich people. you felt your breathing begin to hitch and it continues to grow as you continue your walk into the kitchen to get drinks.

"i'll be back, stay right here." rafe orders and grabs a beer, leaving you to your thoughts.

"hey" a voice interrupted. you look up and see a tall brunette, someone you've never seen in this small island.

"uhm.. hi" you awkwardly respond back, giving a small smile which he returns.

"sorry did i interrupt? i saw you were by yourself so i thought maybe i should come and chat with you for a bit.. not that im calling you lonely. i mea- shit. im adrian by the way." he rambles and you cant help but laugh and slyly look around for your boyfriend. you know know how he gets when you talk to guys, and this guy seemed awfully familiar.

"no no, youre good. please. i was hoping someone would talk to me, everyones so intimidating here." you took another sip of your drink and lean against the marbled counter. who was this guy?

"i know right?! i thought my cousin was going to show up and greet me to everybody but i guess he's too good for that." he joked

"wow he seems like a handfu-" barely getting the response out, you instantly feel someone luring over you and harshly put their hand on your shoulder.

"what are you doing" you hear your boyfriends harsh voice whisper in your ear.

"oh hey man whats up" adrian says, they dap each other up but you could feel the tention behind it.

"i see youve met my girlfriend." rafes hand grabs your waist, massaging it. his fingers dig into your waist.

"i did, shes been a great chat." adrian responded, your jaw clenches and you bite your tongue. you feel your anxiety come back as you know youre about to dig your own grave.

"yeah she is huh. its getting kinda late though. i think we're gonna head out." before even hearing what adrian was going to say, rafe grabs your hand and starts to drag you outside.

"rafe what are you doing??? we just got here." you struggle to catch up with his long angry strides.

"do you think i give a fuck." you release yourself from his grip but he ends up pushing you up against his truck.

"i don-" his hand squeezes your throat, blocking your airways. it was 11 pm and everybody was inside, no one was seeing this.

"tell me. does it look like it?" he seethes, pushing you harder into the truck. you felt your tears start to form when his yelling is followed by his intense eye contact with you.

"no right? so get the fuck in the car." he opens the passenger seat and shoved you inside, slamming the door. rafe then gets into his seat and speeds off. you could tell by the silence and the way he was gripping the steering wheel that you were fucked.

......

rafe pulls up to the driveway and practically drags you inside, you were too scared to speak up. frightened at how much worst that would make his next moves be. pushing you into the guest bedroom he starts to speak up.

"why are you such a slut, i cant even leave you alone for 5 minutes without you trying to hop on my cousins dick." he scolds you, your body sits at the end of the bed in shame. hunching to make yourself smaller, mentally preparing yourself when you see him taking off his clothes.

"take this shit off." he grabs you and tugs on your dress. but you didnt hear him, you were too busy disassociating yourself away from him and this suffocating ass room.

"what'd i fucking say?" rafe slaps you and instead of giving you the time to take off the dress, he rips it and pins you by the wrists to the bed. he glares down at you before leaning down your neck and inhaling your scent and leaving dark bruises behind.

"i was thinking about fucking you real nice and slow tonight. but after you decided to act like a whore, i'm gonna treat you like one. how's that sound baby." he mocks you and caresses you clothed pussy before pulling them off your legs.

"rafe.." you whine when he uses his buff arms to spread your legs as much as they could go. you start to hyperventilate from his threat, and cover your face so you don't have to watch him violate you. his thumb rubs at your clit, and the other hand starts to stroke his cock. the tip showing how angry he truly was.

without a warning your boyfriend slams into your pussy, barley wet and prepped. you weren't adjusted to the size of him.

"ow fuck!" you squealed and immediately tried to seek comfort by grabbing onto rafe's bicep, this only seemed to piss him off more and he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

"you're not allowed to touch me. just lay there and be a good fuck toy for me to use." he gives your ass a hard before forcing his way back into you, the burn and lack of proper lubrication makes you shoot up again but he didn't let you move an inch. this sort of roughness was familiar, yet every time it never fails to terrify you.

"stay the fuck down." his large hand pushes down on the middle of your back, naturally putting you into a face down ass up position. just the way he liked it. your body shakes and trembles in fear when your boyfriends thrusts get harder.

"rafe please it hurts so bad i cant take it" you sobs getting louder, rafe lowers himself closer to you and grabs your throat cutting off your breathing.

"your pussys sucking me right in angel, i think you can." he sneered, your crying and begging seemed to anticipate him even further as he loses all his restraint. you knew you couldn't stop him. its just the way your relationship worked.

he would get mad and then take his anger out on you, and youd let him. why? because you know what he's capable of, the holes displayed throughout your guys bedroom were everyday reminders to not push him too far. but in a way, it made you feel safe and wanted. rafe would do anything to protect you and keep you away from the dangers of the outside world.

"you're starting to get wet shitttt" rafe moaned and releases your throat, both his hands grab onto your hips for leverage as he speeds up his pace hitting the good spots deep inside you. not caring about how there was going to be fingermark bruises later. you hiccup as you try to control the sounds of your crying, using a pillow as comfort while he ruins you from behind.

inevitably your stomach starts to tighten and you feel yourself about to cum, your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your hair and tugs on it. resulting in a moan from you, the other hand moves down to your clit and rubs circles.

"you gonna cum baby? cum on my dick." he orders, he was fucking you so hard and greedily that the sounds of his thrusts and skin colliding were echoing in the room. your body caved into the sensations and you felt yourself fall apart on him.

"thats it squirt all over it, make a fucking mess for me. god you're such a little slut." he coos. the overstimulation of his cock hitting your cervix over and over again made you fucked out to the point of of passing out.

"so fucking tight" his vulgar words fill your ears, he gives your pussy rough slaps and you push against him. you yelped in surprise, eyes widening when you notice that rafes thrusts started to get sloppier.

"no.. no rafe! rafe you cant, we cant!" you protested in between moans, he only laughed in response. trying to push yourself away from him but he easily overpowered you. grabbing both of your arms and pinning them behind your back.

"dont tell me what to do, you did this to yourself." he breathes heavily as he filled you to the brim with him cum, he stayed there for a moment fucking it in as deep as he could before pulling out. enjoying the view of your pretty pussy sucking him right in. your eyes squinted in disgust when you felt his seed slide down your thighs.

rafe got up to clean himself but left you lying on the bed, you definitely werent walk right now and you were so overwhelmed with everything that happened. your conscious couldnt take anymore and your eyes starting tearing up.

"why are you crying." he sat on the edge of the bed and examined your state cluelessly. he scooted closer to you and opened the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning you with it. you both sat in silence until rafe decided to pick you up and make his way to your actual bedroom.

"youre so mean to me.. you know that." you sniffle into his hard chest and draw circles on it with your finger. he doesn't respond but you know he heard it because he gave you a light squeeze before laying you down on the large bed. he takes his place next to you and turns away from you.

you sigh and turn to face his back, engulfing him in a hug. rafe initially tenses up but then relaxed in your arms. slowly you begin to knock out but before you do, you were sure you heard a brief

"im sorry" from rafe.

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Whenever she wants (Hyunjin) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Hyunjin x f reader

Summary : A nice dinner with friends ends in a heated night for you and your husband.

Genre/warnings : Fluff plot with some (long ass) context, ends in smut. Unprotected sex (don't do it you fools), some mutual touching, f oral receiving, coming inside (with a purpose ;) but no breeding kink per sé) STRICTLY 18+

Word count : 5.4 k

A/n : This a sequel to my Baby Fever one shot, but it can also be read as a standalone, you decide <3. This one has been requested by a few people, so I hope both you and them enjoy it!

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

Part 3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a cold evening in the middle of winter season, end of November to be precise. One of Hyunjin's favorite football teams, which also happened to be one your best friend's husband favorite too, was playing tonight. You weren't exactly an expert in the matter, but according to your husband, it was gonna be a big night.

So, in the end, you all decided to go out to have dinner together. You've already been to that pub before, it was a quite small but very nice and cozy place owned by equally nice people.

You friend texted you a couple of hours before, informing you that a few other people would be joining you. She apologized in advance, expressing her slight annoyance, but she also mentioned how these people essentially took her husband's mention of his plans as an invitation.

You were in fact a little annoyed too, but responded quickly not to worry about it and that in any case the men would've been busy freaking out and being loud away from your table. You knew that neither Hyunjin or your friend's husband were gonna be the type to lose their shit for a sports match in public, so you didn't really care.

Around seven pm you and your husband were ready to go. You turned around to pick up your bag and saw him getting out of the room's bathroom, fixing the dark gray wool sweater's cuffs. His black hair were tied in a half up ponytail, shiny and soft looking. His look was completed with black fitting jeans, gray sneakers, and a silver metal watch that matched the buckle of his leather belt.

He must've felt your gaze on him, so he looked up and smiled sweetly while picking up his long coat from the hanger.

"Are you ready?" you ignored his question, jokingly crossing your arms to your chest, barely hiding a smirk.

"Don't you think that you look a little too good?" he huffed out a laugh, finishing to button up the dark coat. He then walked towards you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"Not as good as my wife. Shall we go?" he retorted. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the cheesy response, but nonetheless you still smiled.

"Yeah, sure, let's go"

-

In about fifteen minutes you reached the pub. The parking lot was quite busy, you noticed. Hyunjin rested his hand on your back as you walked towards the entrance, and slid it around your waist to pull you closer when you had to make your way in between the standing people and the tables.

You were looking around, trying to find your friends, until you heard your husband gasp dramatically and remove his hand gently from your back. You turned your head and saw a small baby, followed by his dad, running clumsily into the arms of the man who had now squatted down.

"Woah look who I found! If this isn't my favorite nephew!" you laughed at his funny tone. The boy fell into Hyunjin's arms, only for him to pick him up, walking back to his dad.

You followed suit, the baby smiled at you, babbling your name and reaching his hand out. You scrunched up your nose in a smile, grabbing the little hand gently and saying hi back.

"Thank you for catching this scoundrel. I almost lost him about three times in the span of twenty minutes." you both couldn't help but laugh at his 'tired dad' tone, and gave him a quick hug.

"He's a little runner, this one" you replied, eyeing your friend's slightly zoned out expression. You couldn't help but bite back an amused smile. She really wasn't enjoying whatever conversation the other 'extra' people at the table were having and it was quite obvious, to you at least.

"Heard we're having some extra company." your tone was ironic as you slightly nodded you head towards the table. There must've been around ten people in total, some couples among them too. Your friend's husband huffed, giving you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, guys. I happened to mention our plans to one colleague and suddenly everyone and their damn partners decided to tag along for some reason." you put your hand on his arm for a second, reassuring him that you were kidding. You knew he was too polite anyway to even try to say something.

"It's alright. Let's just go- wait where's Hyune?" you both looked around and found him standing near a big aquarium, the almost two year old still in his arms. He was pointing at something, talking to the baby who seemed hypnotized with the bright lights and colors of the fish.

You couldn't help but smile and stare at them, forgetting everyone else for a second.

"Oh thank God, you're here. I swear if I have to listen to one more word about your fuckass boss-" your friend had joined you, making her presence quite clear. You blinked a couple of times, coming back to reality and turning to give her a hug.

"Of course it's the boss talk at an off duty dinner." you replied, ironically. She smiled in amusement, shaking her head. She must've noticed Hyunjin and her son, because her eyes softened and a 'aw' left her mouth.

"He really is perfect, isn't he?" she commented, clearly trying to mess with her husband that instantly pouted.

"What? But what about me? Your own husband?" he was obviously playing along but the interaction wasn't any less funny for that.

"My husband, just had to chase around a eighteen months old for three times in a row." she stressed the words "My husband" just like he did, making you laugh harder.

"But he's lucky both me and him love him very much." she concluded, kissing his cheek. Hyunjin had started to walk back to you, the child suddenly walking on his own legs again, holding his hand for support.

"But maybe he likes his uncle Hyunjin better, uh?" she said again, her voice high pitched and in baby talk mode. She bent down, opening her arms for her little boy that giggled and called out her 'mommy' adorably. Her husband comically sighed at his wife's teasing but quickly smiled, pinching gently his son's cheek.

Hyunjin was also smiling brightly at the sight as he joined your side, wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing your head softly. You resisted the urge to nuzzle his neck and instead patted his chest gently, following with "C'mon, let's go meet these colleagues. Or they'll think that we want to avoid them."

"I wish." Your friend jumped slightly to adjust the baby in her arms, rolling her eyes.

-

You ended up joining the rest of the people at the table, introducing yourselves to everyone. The dinner proceeded quite smoothly, with you and Hyunjin mostly keeping to yourselves.

Not for any particular reason, but you didn't know them, and besides, your friend wasn't totally wrong when she said that all they were talking about was work and topics related to it. You did get a few questions though, especially nosy ones.

"So, how long have you been together?" one of the women asked politely. She was probably one of the more quieter ones, and you could tell that she just wanted to make some small talk.

"We have known each other for some time, but we've been actually been together for three years, and now just a little less than six months married." you responded, a small smile playing on your lips. You saw Hyunjin look at you lovingly and mirroring the smile with the corner of your eye.

"Oh that's really sweet, you seem like such lovebirds." she chuckled, placing a hand on her own husband's wrist. He was distracted by talking with other people but still quickly acknowledged her with a small smile before going back to his conversation.

Before either of you could add anything, another female voice interjected. This other woman was also older, maybe in her forties or early fifties. She rested her chin on her joined hands, elbows on the table. Her gaze was ambiguous and, you noticed, quite fixed on Hyunjin.

"Aren't you a little young to settle down?" about three or four people, including both of your friends, suddenly seemed to start to pay attention to the conversation.

"I mean, if I were you ...I would've simply waited a little more. What if you suddenly felt attracted to someone else? The 'divorce-at-twenty-or so-year old' doesn't look that good on a resume" you felt Hyunjin slightly shift uncomfortably next to you, his arm currently extended behind you, resting on the chair's edge.

"A resume?" you inquired, tilting your head imperceptibly to the side and raising an eyebrow. She smirked for a second, probably noticing how you purposefully avoided commenting on the first part of the discourse. Your face screamed 'It's none of your fucking business' and everyone probably caught up on it.

Your husband certainly did, because his fingertips started to lightly move on your shoulder, in an effort to calm you down. He wouldn't have gotten involved in such a shitty discussion, but he also knew that you wouldn't turn your cheek so easily.

"A relationship resume. Or past experience pillowtalk after some fun, if you will." she shrugged. Your friend suddendly decided to send her husband to take a walk with their kid, fearing the conversation to become vulgar. Of course her, being her protective and polemic self, she wouldn't miss it.

He caught up quickly and took the boy by the hand, guiding him towards the big screen where some of his other colleagues and people had already gathered to watch the game start.

"That's quite the thought process." you replied, not exactly trying to hide the hint on venom in your tone. "But, regardless, I think that mature people wouldn't care about such details. Especially if they don't want anything to do with you after." the woman finally shifted her gaze to you. You could tell that she was a little taken aback, but didn't react much.

"You know, the fun." you added finally, taking a sip of your soft drink. Hyunjin sighed softly, munching on his lip to hide a smile.

Your friend casually put her hand over her mouth for a second, trying not to react too much. The other people listening also either looked away or cleared their throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, maybe." she gave up, also taking a sip from her alcholic drink. Maybe that's why she chose to embarrass the fuck out of herself, you thought.

"Either way, we are very happy right now, which is what matters at the end of the day. Other people can do whatever they want." your head snapped to look at Hyunjin, which you didn't expect would even respond. But you were glad that he felt the need to remark that, especially since that woman was clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, thinking maybe that he would've cowered out. But he didn't.

And with that, this weired conversation ended and suddenly, almost to break the icy vibe that fell over your table, you heard very loud cheering. You saw that a lot more people were getting up to get more drinks and gather closer to both the big screens at opposite ends of the large room to see the team play.

-

Hyunjin ended up getting dragged along with your friend's husband and their son, and with the rest of the crowd, so your friend took the chance to ask you to get a breath of fresh air. Which of course was code for 'let's get out of here and rant, please'. You followed her outside, throwing your jacket around your shoulders to shelter yourself from the cold.

"What was that fucking woman thinking? Imagine if it was in fact, a work dinner. I imagine what kind of 'resume' she would have, pft" she immediately blurted out, crossing her arms to tighten her own coat around herself.

You rolled your eyes, sighing deeply. You kind of wanted to tease her about having a dirty mouth as soon as her son wasn't around, but if you had to be honest, you still felt somewhat upset.

"I have no fucking idea. Did you see how shameless she was? Looking Hyunjin up and down like she wanted to fucking devour him." you spat out, looking around to distract yourself. You felt extremely irritated. And maybe a bit jealous, but mostly irritated at the fact that someone would have the audacity to just behave in such a manner with you present.

Like, you were standing beside him, he had his arm around you, and yet she still tried to make you look fucking dumb and being shameless with a married man. Not gonna lie, it's hard to think about someone who wouldn't be attracted to Hyunjin, but damn?

"I know, right?" you friend agreed, "But remember who actually does get to 'fucking devour him'." she added in a teasing tone, quoting your words with her fingers. Your head snapped back at her, a little taken aback from the sudden mood shift. But you wouldn't expect anything less than a whiplash from her, and you loved her for it.

"Yeah, right." you bit the inside of your cheek, miserably trying to hide your smirk. She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers.

"And he made it pretty clear, too. What a sight it was." she teased you again, "You know what else was a sight? Him being so effortlessly attractive while playing with a kid. I still don't know how you don't have one yet, y/n." she dramatically sighed, making you chuckle.

"It's in our plans. At first we agreed to wait until after the wedding. Then, if you remember, the birth control gave me some issues, so the doctor recommended to take it easy for some time. Of course we both agreed and then just... I don't know, I mean the conversation hasn't come up again in the last four months I guess." she nodded, remembering you mentioning your visits to her.

"But you're okay now, right?" you nodded back, responding with a yes, and that it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed.

"Well then, you better hurry up, or you'll have to have twins to catch up to me." your eyes widened, taking in the phrase for a couple of seconds.

"Shut the fuck up! Are you pregnant again!?" you exclaimed, probably a little too loudly, because a couple of people, that were also outside, gave you a look. Your friend laughed, shushing you. You brought both hands to your mouth, still genuinely shocked at the news.

"Yes, keep it down. I still haven't told him yet." she said, just a little shyly. You pulled her into a hug.

"Congratulations, oh my God? Also, why? You know he's gonna be so happy!" you reassured her, pulling back to look at her.

"And also, how long have you known? You gave birth less than two years ago" she laughed nervously, but still humorously.

"I found out just about a week ago. The test said around three weeks, so I'm not sure. I'll tell him and then book an appointment, I think." her tone was serious at first, but then she shrugged casually, failing to hide a guilty smile.

"Turns out that not even sleepless nights and an unhinged eighteen months baby can't cancel out the horniness." your mouth went agape and you slapped her arm jokingly.

"You rabbits! Oh my God!" you both laughed. Just at that moment, the pub's door opened, showing Hyunjin looking around for you. His eyes quickly found yours and he smiled sweetly, walking towards you.

"Aren't you cold?" he spoke softly, standing behind you and rubbing your arms gently. You turned your head, giving him a peck on the lips.

"It's fine. She keeps me on the edge." you joked. You friend snorted a laugh, clicking her tongue humorously.

"What's the topic?" he asked jokingly. You both shook your heads, laughing a little.

"Just girls talk. Is the game over yet?" she cheked her phone to see the hour. Hyunjin nodded. "Yeah, they were pretty quick, almost half an hour early. We won though, that's the important thing." he smiled proudly. You chuckled, extending your arm above your shoulder to cup his cheek with your hand.

"Of course it is, honey." your friend bit her lip to hide a smile and decided to leave you two be. She sighed and moved past you, towards the entrance.

"Well then, congratulations for the winning night. I'm gonna grab my two fanboys and go to bed, feeling kinda tired after all that shit talk." both you and Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh at that. You bid her goodnight, agreeing that you coming back inside to say bye to those people wasn't all that necessary, and then walked back to your car.

-

The car ride was pretty quiet, except some small talk about the dinner, but neither of you really mentioned that one wired conversation. You arrived and walked back inside hugging, and after that you each changed clothes and got comfortably in bed.

"You still smell damn good, by the way." you commented, hugging his torso while nuzzling his neck. He was halfway sat straight, his back against the bed frame.

He was holding you close with one arm while absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, something about social media posts of the game. The dim, warm toned light of the bedside lamp making you sleepy.

"Oh yea?" he smirked down at you, "Then that perfume money were well spent." you just hummed in agreement, closing your eyes and relaxing. He waited a couple of seconds before speaking again.

"By the way... I'm sorry for what happened tonight. If I knew that a wired person like that would've stirred up shit, I would've canceled the whole thing." you re-opened your eyes, looking up at him, your hand gently stroking his stomach.

"It's not your fault, Hyune. I actually wanted to thank you for speaking up. You didn't even had to acknowledge her, to be honest. I know how much you hate these situations." you respond, genuinely. He locked the phone, putting it on his bed side table, and turned on his side to look at you directly.

"I'm still sorry. Also, of course I had to. You're my wife, my partner, my love. I wouldn't let anybody have a word on it. Especially thirsty women old enough to be my mother." you hid your face in his shoulder, laughing. He chuckled, happy that he managed to make you smile.

"Can't really blame her, at the end of the day." you said, starting to leave featherlight kisses on his neck. He swallowed, making his adam's apple go up and down.

"What, mmh- what do you mean?" he stuttered, clearing his throat. At the same time, he started to slide his fingertips up and down your back. As a response, your kisses got messier. You gave the skin small kitten licks and light bites.

"Don't play coy, you know you're hot" you laughed faintly, starting to lift his shirt to move your kisses to the skin of his abs, stomach and slowly to his ribs. His breaths started to get deeper, and he even let out a small moan.

"What about it?" he responded, cocky. You smiled against his skin, deciding to descent again with your mouth, teasing him closer to the southern zone where you could feel he was getting hard.

"That it's reasonable to think why someone would want to fuck you into next week" he hummed, so deeply that you could feel the vibrations where your mouth met his body.

He then gently cupped you face, making you lean back so that he could latch his lips to yours in a deep kiss. He interrupted the kiss to talk and you lowkey whined at the loss, making him laugh lightly.

"Maybe. But then again, you know who actually gets to fuck me into next week?" he spoke lowly, making you shiver. He was waiting for a response, but you were already too dizzy on his kisses to notice.

His fingers gripped your face gently, making you look at him. His eyes, shiny and intense, looking into yours.

"Your wife" you whispered, turning your head slightly to take his thumb into your mouth, and started sucking on it. At that point he groaned, removing his hand from your face and switching positions so he was now hovering over you.

"Fucking right you do" he attacked your neck and collarbone, pulling your shirt down to expose more of your skin. You quickly pushed him back slightly, grabbing the hem of his shirt to take it off of him, and he did the same with you, leaving you completely bare since you weren't wearing a bra.

"I'm yours, and yours only" he said breathless but with such intensity that it elicited a moan from you. His mouth started to kiss, nip, suck and lick at one of your tits, while he grabbed the other one with just enough strength to get you even more lightheaded.

"Fuck- Hyunjin" you gasped when he grazed one of your nipples with his teeth, "And I'm yours" you managed to respond, your fingers tangled in between his dark locks, lightly pushing him onto your chest.

He suddenly detached from you, making you whine at the loss, and also at the sudden chilly air hitting the wet spots on your breasts, where his mouth was just seconds before. Hyunjin didn't waste time, removing both your tracksuit pants and underwear in one go, disposing of them on the ground next to the bed.

"Yes, my pretty wife" he kissed your hips and then up your legs messily, "Only mine"

"My beautiful love" he whispered. You could've melted on the spot at his words, if only the fact that he was now licking and biting the inside of your thighs wasn't making you mad with desire.

"Hyun- Hyunjin, please" you couldn't stop the desperate tone in your voice, and it amused him. He chuckled against the skin on your thigh, moving his right hand from your hip to your pussy.

You had closed your eyes in the meantime, so the sudden touch, even though featherlight, made you gasp and look down. His mouth was still leaving kisses on the upper inside part of your thigh, so close yet so far to the zone where you needed him the most.

"I liked how you put that woman in her place" his voice mixed with humor while his fingers had started to spread your wetness around, up and down your slit and then around your clit, which made you buck into him a little.

"What-" you were confused for a second, that awful person completely out of your mind already.

"You're really hot when you get mad, you know?" he kept going, his fingers kept on touching your pussy, until he teased your entrance with just two fingertips. Your hands gripped the sheets, your chest going up and down deeply.

"You have this habit... this cute thing where you go like this-" as he said it, he tilted his head to the side, looking up at you as he took a long lick throught your slit, from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned loudly, that single lick making your body physically twitch. The whole thing was becoming too much and you felt the corner of your eyes get wet with tears.

"Hyunjin, stop it and just get to work already" you blurted out, looking at him with such a serious frown that it made him chuckle again.

"Exactly what I mean" he responded, and after that really got to work. His whole mouth started to alternate open mouthed kisses and licks on your whole slit, but then mainly focused on your clit when two on his fingers easily entered you.

"Ah- yes, so good, Hyune" you mumbled, your mind fogged by the pleasure your husband was giving you. He hummed against you at the praise and started to move his hand faster, wet and lewd sounds proved just how absolutely drenched you were at that point.

After a couple of minutes he really started to suck harder on your clit while moving his fingers inside you in a come hither motion, and that was it for you. You came on his hand and mouth, your head thrown back in pleasure, eyes shut, breath heavy. He took all that you gave him, and then some more.

"Good girl" he mumbled after gently parting his lips from your pussy, still lightly touching you to allow you to come off your high slowly.

"My beautiful girl, so pretty" he positioned himself back up to your side, his clean hand coming up to move the few hairs that got stuck on your slightly sweat covered forehead.

"You did so well for me" he said again, kissing your head, and then completely pulling away from you to bring his still completely wet fingers to his mouth, sucking on them.

You looked at him, his eyes shiny from excitement, his forehead also lightly covered in sweat, his full lips wrapped around his own fingers. The same ones that he had used on you. He looked beautiful, so hot and erotic...a sight to behold. He was also looking down at you warmly, lovingly.

You didn't say anything and just reached out to gently remove his fingers from his mouth, and then kiss him. The kiss was slow, sensual and deep, a lot of tongue and licking, biting lips involved.

Your hand went down to reach for his pants, but he gently took your wrist to stop you.

"I'm okay, my love. You don't have to-" you interrupted him with a kiss, your hand sliding into his pants and then boxers. He moaned lowly in your mouth when you started to palm him and stroke his length.

"Take them off" you mumbled against his lips, and he nodded absentmindedly, using just one hand to get the job done, and just like that he was at your mercy.

You were about to slide down to his hips level to reciprocate the favor, but once again he cupped your cheek.

"If you want me to fuck you, I'm afraid that we'll have to have a raincheck on that, my love." he laughed faintly and a little embarrassed. You smiled at him softly, nodding.

"Aright then, but now it's my turn. Let me ride you, baby" you said sensually, eliciting a moan from him when you switched positions, and now he was laying down beneath you. You left a trail of wet kisses on his body but didn't waste time to reach his cock. It was perfect, in your opinion.

Smooth, on the longer side and just the perfect amount of girth that you could take while also feeling full. It's like it was made for you. He was made for you.

You completed each other in such perfect ways in everything, that you couldn't help to think that maybe this is what those romantic people refer to when they talk about 'soulmates'.

You spit on your hand, for good measure, since you were still more than enough wet and ready for him. You straddled him, your heat hovering barely over his hard cock.

You took him in your hand, slowly pumping a couple of times from base to tip. A couple of drops of pre cum swirled down your fingers and it was at that moment that you took a decision. You eyed him from under your lashes and saw that he was already so worked up that he had to keep his eyes shut and breathe deeply to not cum too fast.

So you didn't waste any more time and just positioned his cock at your entrance, sinking down on it slowly. His hips involuntarily bucked up, making his tip reach your deepest point. That chain of events made you both gasp loudly and then moan.

"Y/n, baby, I'm not gonna last long" he warned, breathless. You shushed him with a finger to his lips. You started to ride him slowly but steadily, making sure to covering his entire length in the process.

Hyunjin moaned softly, mouth agape and eyes half closed but still focused on you. His hands went to either sides of your waist and hips, then ass, to accompany your movements. You started to kiss him deeply while going a little faster, making sure to move your hips around.

It was making him go insane, so he just decided to catch you by surprise and sit up, your body flushed against him, his whole arms wrapped around you as he fucked up into you. Your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders, your fingertips gripping so hard to leave white dots on his tan skin.

"Fuck- y/n I'm so close baby-" he spoke, his mouth latched to your neck. You nodded, following his movements with your hips to encourage him.

"Wait- y/n, we didn't use a condom" he groaned "I gotta- fuck, I gotta pull out" he sounded desperate, so you reassured him again, making sure to let your intentions clear this time.

"It's okay, baby. I want you to come inside me." he slowed down his movements, looking you in the eyes in shock.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his genuine concern so sweet. You nodded, kissing him deeply again and speeding up you hips movements. Then you leaned to his ear, whispering "I want you to make me a mommy"

That phrase must've triggered something in him, because you suddenly found yourself on your back, again. Hyunjin over you, his cock still painfully hard inside you.

"That what you want, pretty girl? You want to be a mommy?" he teased slowly, in stark comparison to the deep strokes that he was giving you. You gasped, the rhythm leaving you breathless.

"I want to make you a daddy" you responded, your hands going up to cup his face and bring him closer to you to kiss him.

You gasped again, leaving his mouth and looking down. He had pressed one of his hands on the very low part of your belly, causing you such an overwhelming pleasure that you couldn't breathe.

"Then you're gonna be a good girl and take everything that I give you, right my beautiful wife?" his hips sped up, clearly searching for release. But of course he wouldn't come before you did, so his other hand went to work on your clit with fast strokes.

The mixture of his cock inside you, his hand on your clit and the other one pressing down on your lower belly was enough for you, and that's when you came. You saw fucking heaven, if you had to be honest.

"Oh my- fucking God, Hyunjin, oh yes, yes yes" you cried out, holding onto him for dear life. Your moans of pleasure and your pussy clenching so hard around him was his last drop, so not even after a couple of seconds he came too.

He came so hard that he had to lay on you for some time to calm down. You just held his head against your chest, caressing his hair. Both of you sticky and sweaty by now.

You relished in the feeling of his cum inside you, something that you haven't been feeling for months. Hyunjin slowly moved off you, and you both hissed when you lost contact, both still very raw and sensitive. He was panting, sitting back on his calves, admiring the mess that both of you made.

He then gently closed your legs, making you stay on your side, while he positioned himself behind you as the big spoon. He also threw the sheets on the both of you, to stay warm. A few minutes passed before any of you said anything.

"Why is it always like this between us?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice. Your drowsiness was taking the lead on you, but you fought it off.

"Like what?" You replied, couldn't help but to yawn. He hugged you closer, his hand going to rest on your lower belly.

"Messy. Impulsive. Now that I think about it, our wedding day was the only organized day of our entire relationship." you both chuckle.

"It's okay. We're doing it out of love, so it's okay." you reassured him. He hummed in agreement.

"Look at us, not even parents yet and already setting bad examples for our kids." he continued, making you laugh and hide your face in his arm.

"We're going to do great." you concluded, a sweet smile on your face at the thought of your future with Hyunjin.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[p-redux]

Had no idea cherylecheryl was bootsaucepunk but makes perfect sense as both are pathetic, nasty, malicious bullies. Thanks for the interesting info.

Hi, Anon. Sorry it took me a few days to put this together. This post is gonna be a long one. So, grab a beverage and get comfy.

For those who don't know, Tumblr blog Bootsaucepunk has been around for years and has cemented a reputation as a Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe hater. As far as her being the Instagram troll cherylecheryl, well, we know Bootsaucepunk's name is Cheryl. How do we know this? Because she OUTED HERSELF and her FULL NAME, Cheryl N. on her OWN, now deleted Twitter account. Everyone who was around back then knows Cheryl's last name, but I won't post it in its entirety since not everyone may know it. Cheryl doxed HERSELF, and I'll show you how down below, but I won't repost her last name for obvious reasons. After Bootsaucepunk revealed her own identity, of course, people easily found her info, including that she's from New Brunswick, Canada. But this is because SHE HERSELF posted her full name and a pic of herself on her Twitter account. Here's the backstory of how she DOXED HERSELF a few years ago...

Bootsaucepunk gloated that she would repeatedly harass Sam on social media, he would block her, and then she'd create new accounts. She also badmouthed Caitriona Balfe, her husband, Tony McGill, and bragged that Cait blocked her too. On the left side of the screencap below, you can see her as Bootsaucepunk talking about Sam reporting her to Twitter, Twitter suspending her accounts, and then she would create new ones. She even joked that she's playing "whack a mole" with Sam. Harassing Sam and Cait is a GAME to her. On the right side of the screencap, she posts a LONG diatribe talking crap about Cait, after Cait blocked her. 👇

Bootsaucepunk continued to boast that Cait blocked her and showed the proof of this. 👇 I've also attached the PROOF that Bootsaucepunk is Cheryl N., provided by HER. 👇 You can see that Bootsaucepunk is asked by another hater, Cant-Resist-Temptation, what Bootsaucepunk Tweeted that caused Cait to block her on Twitter. And Bootsaucepunk replied by posting what she said to Cait WORD FOR WORD. Basically, Cait blocked her for talking shit about her husband, Tony McGill. The thing is those EXACT words were posted on her real life Twitter account, CherylN_____89 (now defunct). 🤦‍♀️ Either she didn't think people would make the connection, or she was so arrogant she thought no one would call her out. (Click on the screencap to read it better). Oh, and notice in the second paragraph, Bootsaucepunk takes the opportunity to continue to talk negatively about Cait.

Let me show it again so that everyone is VERY CLEAR that Bootsaucepunk posted on Tumblr the Tweet that got her blocked by Caitriona Balfe (she's responding to another hater, its-mootpoint). 👇

And it is VERBATIM what Cheryl N. posted on her then Twitter account! 👇

AND Cheryl/Bootsaucepunk was either dumb enough, or arrogant enough, or both to post it on her Twitter account with her FULL NAME and REAL PICTURE. 🤦‍♀️

After that, everyone in the fandom knew EXACTLY WHO Bootsaucepunk was on Tumblr. Bootsaucepunk tried to say that the pic she used on her Cheryl_____89 Twitter account wasn't really her. But, after she posted her full name, the fandom had no problem finding her on social media. 👇 Obviously, the avi pic on her old Twitter account is from YEARS ago, so she looks younger, but the pic matches her Facebook account. There is NO denying it's the same Cheryl N. And I have other pics of Cheryl N. from N.B., Canada proving this. But Tumblr only lets you post 10 pics or collages total. I'm not posting her full face, she did that all on her own, but trust me, it matches the pic SHE POSTED as her avi on her CherylN_____89 account. Same face, same person, no room for doubt. Bootsaucepunk IS 100% Cheryl N. from New Brunswick, Canada.

Again, this is NOT ME doxing her, SHE handed her identity to the fandom on a silver platter...and MANY other people in the fandom then called her out publicly as Cheryl N., and as a Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe hater. Here is just a small sample. 👇

Cheryl deleted her CherylN_____89 account on Twitter, but we know the approximate date when she posted the Tweet that got her blocked by Cait...because another person responded to her on February 12, 2020, calling her out for the Tweet. And also chastising for touting herself as a journalist. 👇

Guess WHO else was stirring the pot, harassing Sam, right around the SAME TIME on Instagram? 👇 Instagram troll, cherylecheryl commenting on an Instagram post, stating that besides trolling Sam on Instagram, she would also troll Sam on Twitter. That particular cherylecheryl comment was dated March 20, 2020. And CherylN_____89 was called out on Twitter by the account Fans of Sam Heughan on the SAME DAY--March 20, 2020!

Instagram troll cherylecheryl has DIRECTLY harassed and bullied Cait, Tony, Sam, and EVERY woman Sam has ever dated. This is well documented for YEARS. But here's just a small sampling of cherylecheryl harassing Sam's ex, Anna Modler and most recently, the Brazilian fan who got a pic with Sam in London, and inadvertently posted a video of Sam and rumored current date, Sarah Holden. 👇

And those are the MILD comments, she's said some horrible stuff to Sam's ex, Mackenzie Mauzy, Gia Marie, as well as many others.

Something else that's of note. An ex-shipper who got sick of Cheryl's bullying, DMed me and showed me cherylecheryl's Instagram account and something very interesting on it. Here's the content of cheryelcheryl's Instagram account. 👇 It's all faux shippery Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe pics. Fake, fake, fake, fronting as a shipper, yet we KNOW all the crap she's said to Sam and Cait, and about them. The cognitive dissonance is staggering. And she also follows all the hater accounts that mock Sam's dates and Cait's husband, Tony. Her oldest post is dated January 10, 2022, in it, she attacks another fan, she attacks actress Hannah James directly, and boasts the fan blocked her. BUT, if one checks her account info, it shows the account was started in March of 2018! It's not logical that she created an account in 2018 and didn't post anything until 2022. No posts at all for 4 years? NOPE, she obviously posted from 2018 to 2022, and then DELETED posts that would identify her as Cheryl N. This is also why the account shows she's changed her username 2 times. Lemme guess? Was it originally CherylN_____89? 🤔😊 👇

For those saying cherylecheryl isn't Bootsaucepunk, um, I just PROVED to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that Bootsaucepunk IS Cheryl N. And Cheryl N. has an extensively documented history of saying horrible things about Caitriona Balfe, her husband, Tony McGill, Sam Heughan, and EVERY woman he's ever dated. Cherylecheryl on Instagram has an extensively documented history of saying horrible things about Caitriona Balfe, her husband, Tony McGill, Sam Heughan, and EVERY woman he's ever dated. And I showed you in a screencap above that cherylecheryl on Instagram talked about going go harass Sam Heughan on her Twitter account. Just like Cheryl N. aka Bootsaucepunk. Gee, what are the odds that there's another Cheryl who's a horrible troll and isn't Cheryl N. aka Bootsaucepunk? C'mon, now.

Regardless, there is NO doubt WHO Bootsaucepunk is = Cheryl N. And not only is she a Sam hater, but she's also a Cait hater. Let that be known to newbies who aren't aware of the history. I'm shown accounts who claim to be Cait fans but they associate with Sam hater accounts who interact with Bootsaucepunk, comment on her posts, let her comment on their posts, and mutually reblog. In your disdain for Sam, you're inadvertently commiserating with a Caitriona Balfe and Tony McGill hater.

So if the hill you want to die on is proving that Bootsaucepunk on Tumblr isn't cherylecheryl on Instagram, that's on you. BUT, do not forget that Bootsaucepunk IS a PROVEN Cait hater. There are MANY other examples of her hate toward Cait, but the ones I showed you up above should be enough to distance yourself from her. Make NO mistake, Bootsaucepunk hates Sam Heughan AND Caitriona Balfe, and has gloated about her disdain for them BOTH for YEARS. There's no justifying or excusing Bootsaucepunk/Cheryl N.'s behavior and anyone who associates with her is guilty of condoning such behavior.

I rest my case, your honor. Case closed, Edith.

[branzinos]

anon who asked about Lisa's twitter comments: I'm really not gonna get into the topic itself because there's no way to discuss it in a way that is going to be acceptable to everyone

what I will say is:

boomers are bad at social media and don't know how to respond to any kind of mass questioning (I won't call it dogpiling because it's people who are hurting) without getting defensive, and when you're defensive you just get worse and worse at putting your arguement across, even if you actually DO agree with the people you're arguing with, as people pick apart your words trying to look for the "gotcha" moment and try to trap you into saying something worse or that you don't believe, because taking you down is like a game. when people keep repeatedly misconstruing what you said and accusing you of worse and worse things as a result you lose sense of what the arguement was about and just feel attacked as an individual. yes there were genuine people involved in the arguement trying to engage in kind conversation and learning, but not all of them were, and she wasn't filtering out the difference between them and Jimmy03738272 with three followers. it's not a topic you can discuss without someone getting hurt in some way and she shouldn't have waded into it to begin with. she hasn't gotten used to the power dynamic of having a platform as large as hers and so when things come up (like the arguement about soap operas a few months back) she doesn't know how to step back from it and digs her heels in because it feels like a personal attack she has to defend herself and her public persona from, rather than where you or I would recognise that it's ok to just ignore some people who read what you're saying in bad faith and recognise they're just lashing out because they're hurting.

equally, I will warn and remind that if you're going to dedicate your personality to stanning a celebrity over 50 and expect them to be good at expressing hot button political takes on social media with any kind of nuance or agree with you on all social issues you're gonna have a bad time because that's just the material reality of generational divide, but this is why social media managers exist and should be utilised, so that there's a filter between what they say and what they think so that situations like this don't happen and if they have to say something, it's expressed in a careful and sensitive way instead of mouthing off without thinking. it's why lynda carter's socials are so good, because she has a team helping her make her content engaging to interact with. the way Lisa behaves and interacts with fans on twitter in general is not healthy at all and fed into why this became so emotive, because the girlies on there felt like this was a deeply personal betrayal, like they "know" her, or thought they did, until they bumped up against something that didn't align with their internal version of her. parasocial relationships are dangerous to feed.

I don't want this to come across as me defending her because she was a big ol' bitch to some well meaning people last night. but I think it's important perspective to remember that most older people did not grow up with technology the way we did, surrounded by discourse like this as background noise every day, with the ability to filter it out or know how to engage with it with a level head. I mean, hell, have you looked at Sheryl's twitter lately? She's sharing math riddles and bitmojis and stuff about the dangers of aspartame. She's your aunt on Facebook, they both are. Just because they're famous doesn't mean their online literacy isn't more or less the same as your Uncle Alan who reposts chain mail on his Facebook feed.

it's absolutely valid if some of what she said last night hurt you, and you're right to feel that. I'm not defending the things she said. but I also think it helps to look at the bigger picture of how your Mom, or your Uncle Alan, would responded to 30+ people online accusing them of believing horrible things they don't believe, even if they were just reading bad faith into your words because they were hurting - would your Mom be able to tell the difference? Mine wouldn't.

[abbs-writes]

The Night Shift | Lucas x Adeline Smut

Authors note: is this a repost? Yes. I took it down cuz idk I just figured no one would care or read it but i only gave it a day so im just reposting it and im just gonna leave it here

Pairing: Lucas Reid x Adeline Lawrence

Warnings: smut, prisoner x guard, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, talk of sex, talk of rough sex, talk of losing virginity, overstimulation, semi forced orgasms, uh idk what else but if i missed something let me know

Adeline never understood why they had her work nights. Maybe it was because that's when the inmates were less rowdy? It's not like she couldn't handle the rowdiness, it's just that everyone else thought she couldn't. If her boss and other coworkers hadn't been so sexist then maybe she'd have a nice morning shift where she’d work then be able to go home and enjoy the rest of her day. But no, she was stuck with the Night Shift, working 10pm to 6am. The worst she ever got was a prisoner complaining to her that they couldn't sleep because their cellmate was snoring too loudly. And after calling her many sexist and misogynistic names, they went to sleep.

Since then the prisoners had been leaving her alone and she took it as a blessing. She spent a lot of her shift sitting in a chair and reading a book. There wasn't much to do, she could walk up and down the halls, check on the inmates but they all usually tended to be asleep so she didn't bother. It's not like anyone could do something bad in their sleep.

It was Friday night, around 1am. Adeline sat in her chair, reading her book in silence when she heard something come from down the hall. It surprised her, making her jump. It was a bang, not a loud one but loud enough to get her attention. The banging continued, it sounded like someone was repeatedly hitting or knocking at their own door. She got up, setting her book down as she walked down the hall to find the source of the noise. "Jesus Christ, Reid! You scared the shit out of me," Adeline said as she walked up to Lucas Reid's cell. He was a 6'6 skinny man who looked like he couldn't hurt a fly, but apparently he had burnt down a few buildings... Well, more than a few.

"Sorry, sweetheart, didn't mean to," he said, his voice smooth and sweet. She rolled her eyes, "What did I say about calling me that?" Adeline said, standing outside his cell door. "I apologize, miss. It won't happen again," he smiled sweetly. She knew he was lying but she moved on. "What did you need?" she asked. "Just some company," he shrugged, "It isn't against the rules to chat, is it?" he asked, smirking slightly. "You should be asleep," she sighed, trying no to feed into his game. "What if I can't sleep? You wouldn't want me to just sit in here alone would you?" he asked, quirking a brow at her. "Isn't that your punishment? You know, sitting alone in a cell in prison?" Adeline asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know, you're not as fun as you think you are," he said, his face turning emotionless. "I never claimed to be fun," Adeline responded. She was about to walk away before he spoke again. "You try so hard. You try to be fun, to be sexy, to be interesting but you just aren't. You're boring and all your colleagues know it," he said, moving to sit in his bed. She turned around, facing his door, "What're you talking about?" she asked. A smile grew on his face, like she just walked right into a trap she wasn’t aware of. "I hear your colleagues talk, and boy, they talk about you a lot. It's a shame that it's never anything good. They deemed you the least fuckable guard, you know that?" he said, walking back towards the cell door.

Adeline was a bit taken aback, "I am not the least fuckable! That's just so fucked up for them to even talk about that at all! That's so- it's so sexist!" She groaned. "It definitely is sexist, I wouldn't say you were the least fuckable, you're definitely in the top five," Lucas smirked. Her mouth fell open, "I am like top three, what the fuck?" she said, He chuckled at her response. "Fine, top three. But why're you trying to prove it to me? Shouldn't you be trying to prove it to your colleagues?" he asked. Her mouth closed, she was at a loss of words. Why was she trying to prove it to him? He is a prisoner, what he thinks shouldn't matter to her.

"Oh, let me guess…” Lucas paused. “You think I'm attractive, huh? It's pretty common, most of the female guards and even some of the male guards think I'm pretty hot." Lucas finished with a shrug. "Shut up, I don't like you," she said. Lucas chuckled. "That's not what I said. You don't get out much do you? You don't know how to talk to men, especially the hot ones, huh?" he said, smirking. "Okay, you- you're wrong. I go out all the time! I don't need to prove that to you! You're a prisoner! What you say doesn't matter," she said, trying to gain back her composure. "Yet, you're still talking to me. Come on, I could teach you some things.. how to flirt... how to fuck.. you have fucked right?" he asked. She could tell, this whole conversation was amusing to him. He seemed to love to watch her stumble over her words, fighting to keep her composure.

Adeline was shocked by his words, "I am a guard. I do not need to tell you anything," she said, tightening her arms across her chest as she spoke sternly. He chuckled, eyeing her up and down, "Oh, let me guess.. you've fucked but only once.. and it was horrible wasn't it? Come on, why don't you tell me about it? It's not like I'll tell anyone." She stayed silent and he sighed. "Come on my little lamb, tell me all about it.. I promise I won't laugh," he said, sickeningly sweet. His voice sounded like it was dripping with honey, it was enticing. She hadn't expected the nickname either, it had made her heart skip a beat.

She was so close to folding for him, no one had talked to her this way and for some reason she liked it. Adeline stayed silent though, a tiny part of her brain reminding her that this was a prison, not a bar to meet people, and that Lucas was here for a reason. "Are you scared of me?" He asked gently, "I'm nothing to be scared of, sweetheart. I never killed people.. you know there's much worse people here than me,” he said, looking at her. "You burned down multiple churches," she stated. "But no one was inside.. I don't hurt people, my little lamb. I would never hurt anyone.. especially not you." He said, speaking too kindly for it to be real. It couldn't be real, there was no way. "Talk to me.." he said, softly, almost sounding desperate.

Adeline sighed and gave in. Maybe she shouldn't have, maybe she should've stayed silent and stood her ground but it wasn't like he could actually hurt her.. it wasn't like he could tell anyone or at least, tell anyone that would actually believe him. So, she gave in. "Fine, you want me to talk.. then I'll talk. It's not like it'll matter what I say to you," she sighed, "But give me a second," she said as she started walking away. She grabbed a chair and brought it outside of his cell and sat down. He smiled, standing and leaning against his door. "So yes, I have had sex. It was my college boyfriend… and that's all I'm willing to say about it.", she stated, fiddling with the keys on her belt. "Oh come on, tell me more. Tell me the dirty details. Was he sweet about it? Was it soft and sensual and all you could ever dream about?" he said, chuckling softly. She rolled her eyes, "No, not every girl's wet dreams are about having soft, sensual sex. He thrusted like 3 times before cumming. It was boring." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Was he a virgin too?" Lucas asked and she shook her head. "Ah, so if you don't dream about soft sensual sex then what do you dream about? 50 Shades of Grey shit?" he asked. She opened her mouth but quickly closed it. She felt her cheeks heating up, like she had been caught red handed. "I-I don't dream about sex." She lied.

It was like Lucas could see right through her. It wasn't like she was a good liar anyway. "Liar. You suck at lying, sweetheart,” he chuckled. "So if you don't dream about soft sex, do you dream about rough sex? Being held down and fucked till you're crying?" he asked, smirking. "Okay, Jesus Christ.. nothing that dark.. maybe just rough sex? Just some spanking and choking," she shrugged. "So no overstimulation?" he asked, smirking even wider now. "I'm guessing that's what you're into?" she asked, in response. "Oh my little lamb, I'm into more than you'll ever know," he said, using that same sickly sweet voice, dripping with honey.

"So really dark shit, huh?" Adeline asked, sounding almost disgusted. He chuckled, "If my partner doesn't consent to it, then I'm not doing it. I'm not some sort of monster." he said. She scoffed at that. "You burned down churches and you claim not to be a monster? You're funny," she said, shaking her head. "I think you need to get your definition of a monster straight. A monster kills, harms people for fun. I burned down a couple churches for fun, but that was after I made sure no one was inside. I don't hurt people. That's something you need to get through your head," he said, talking sternly. She rolled her eyes in response. In a way he was right, he wasn't exactly a monster, he hadn't killed people. Lucas was just an arsonist with an obsession with churches.

"You got it through your head now? You wanna continue talking?" he asked, speaking almost as if she was dumb and couldn't comprehend his words. "You know, even if you aren't a monster, you're a dick,” she said, looking down the hall just to avoid looking at him. "Some girls like that.. I'm guessing you don't. So why don't I be nicer, yeah? Want me to praise you? Call you my little lamb? What do you want me to do?" he asked. It was crazy the way Lucas could switch up so fast. One second he was rude and the next he seemed like the nicest guy. He wanted to do what she asked one minute, but the next he was being a dick who didn't listen.

"I don't want you to do anything," Adeline muttered, trying to focus on anything but him. Trying to focus on something else and not the way she grew wetter with each time he called her his little lamb. "It doesn't seem like that's the truth, my little lamb.. I can see the way you're squeezing your thighs together, I’m not blind. I'm turning you on, aren't I? Tell me what it is that's turning you on.. is it the way I'm talking to you? Is it the way I'm calling you my little lamb?" He saw her leg twitch and that was enough of a confirmation for him. "Oh? It's the nickname, isn't it? Oh my sweet little lamb... I can read you like an open book." Lucas smirked. "Why don't you come here?" He asked, his hands reaching through the bars, beckoning her to come closer.

She shook her head, "You aren't allowed to touch me," Adeline stated, looking up at him. "I know I'm not, but don't you want me to touch you? My little lamb, let me touch you," Lucas said, once again, almost sounding desperate. She took a deep, shaky breath before standing. She took off her security belt, leaving it on the chair. The last thing she needed was for him to grab something off her belt and use it against her. Adeline walked towards the bars slowly. His hands reached out, first touching her waist. He sighed out, he must have not touched someone in ages. The only reason she could tell was from his sigh, because his hands still seemed so sure of themselves.

His hands followed the line of her waistband, stopping as he got to the buttons of her pants. Adeline watched as he slowly undid the button and unzipped her pants. She watched him, "Don't..." she said, but she didn't sound sure of herself. She was lying to herself if she said she didn't want him to touch her. She hadn't been touched in ages either, maybe not as long as him but still. "Don't? Okay." He said pulling his hands away but she quickly regretted it. "No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." She grabbed his hand. He looked at her with a soft smile on his face. "Anything you want, my little lamb.." Lucas said, with that intoxicating voice of his.

Lucas got as close to the bars as he could, looking down at her. He slid his hand under her pants and into her underwear. His middle finger slid between her folds, gathering wetness. "You're so wet, all of this from just talking?" he asked and Adeline nodded. Her hand stayed on his arm, a silent plea for him to not stop any time soon. His middle finger found her clit, rubbing soft, slow circles with his rough finger. "Is this how you play with yourself? Using your fingers to rub your clit?" he asked. She shook her head. "I-I don't masturbate," she admitted, her breathing growing heavier. "Oh? So how long has it been since you came?" he asked, his free hand reaching up through the bars to rest on her cheek. Lucas’s hand was gentle, hesitant to touch her face but when Adeline leaned into his touch, he grew confident once more. "Do you count wet dreams?" she asked, with a breathy giggle. "No, darling.. When was the last time someone has made you cum?" he asked, his finger speeding up, stopping every now and then to tap the bundle of nerves making her legs shake. She threw her head back, sighing out. "Last year? I don't know." She whined very softly, keeping note to stay quiet so she wouldn't get caught.

"Ever since you started working here… I try not to jerk off anymore... but holy shit, you make it so hard.." Lucas admitted, "Walking around in your fucking uniform, acting all sweet and innocent.. but you just wanna be fucked, don't you?" he asked and she nodded. She ground down against his hand, her orgasm growing closer. "Admit it, you want me to fuck you, don't you?" he said, picking up his pace on her clit. Adeline nodded quickly, "Yes, yes I do, you're so fucking hot." She admitted, breathlessly. She squeezed his arm in her hand as she came, legs shaking. She grabbed onto the bar with her free hand to hold herself up.

He didn't stop touching, he pushed two fingers into her making her gasp loudly. She moved her head to look up at him. "What're you doing?" Adeline whined. "Taking every orgasm I can from you.", he said, placing his free hand on her throat. "Look at me and tell me to stop and I will.. but until you tell me to stop... I'm going to milk you for every orgasm you have," Lucas said, speaking almost as if he was angry. He didn't put any pressure on her throat, having his hand there as more of a threat to her, a threat that he was in complete control unless she told him to stop. He thrusted his fingers in and out of her, sparring her no mercy and giving her no time to recover from her last orgasm.

Adeline was a moaning mess, trying desperately to stay quiet as her nails dug into his forearm. "Come on my little lamb, show me you can cum again. I know you want to, I can feel you fucking quivering around me," he said, speaking with his jaw clenched. "I can't, I can't." she whined out, shaking her head. "Your body is telling me otherwise," he said, his hand sliding from neck to cheek. He pushed his thumb between her parted lips. Lucas was right, her body was betraying her and Adeline came again. She moaned around his thumb, letting out desperate whines of overstimulation. "That's it, that's it darling. You got another in you, don't you? You can cum for me again, right? Oh, you don't need to answer me darling, I know your body better than you do right now," he said, pushing his thumb further into her mouth till she gagged.

She must've looked pathetic, legs shaking, gagging around his thumb as he fingered her mercilessly. He was abusing her g-spot with each curl of his fingers. "Tell me to stop and I will." Lucas repeated but Adeline didn't tell him to stop. She was stuck on the edge of another orgasm, walking the fine line between pain and pleasure. "You're so fucking dirty, my little lamb.. letting your own inmate abuse your cunt like this... and yet, you're still going to cum, aren't you?" he said, chuckling evilly. Adeline nodded in response, mouth falling open. A third orgasm ran through her body, she was gripping onto his arm till her knuckles were white, same goes for the hand holding onto the bar. She felt like her knees would give out any second, like she was on the verge of passing out. It felt so good though and she couldn't even explain it. "That's it, my perfect little lamb. That's it, ride my fingers." He said.

She didn't realize it but she was practically riding his fingers, grinding down against his hand as she rode out her orgasm. But as quickly as the orgasm came, the overstimulation and pain took over. This time it felt like it was too much, like one more orgasm would take her out. "S-stop, stop." She said around his thumb. He took his thumb out of your mouth and pulled his hand out of her pants. "Okay, okay, I'm done," Lucas said. "Are you okay?" he asked. Adeline stumbled back, pushing her belt out of your chair. It landed on the floor with a thud before she sat down. She was breathing heavily, legs still shaking. "Hey, talk to me. I'm getting pretty worried over here," he chuckled nervously. She took deep breaths, "I'm fine, I'm good," she said between heavy breaths. "Yeah? Was it too much?" he asked. He seemed genuinely concerned.

"It was almost too much.. but I'm okay," Adeline said while nodding. She leaned back in her chair, pushing her hair from her face. "Good, good," he said. Lucas stayed silent, listening to her take deep breaths to calm down. He didn't speak because he was worried he would somehow upset her, he knew coming down from something like that could be tough. "Uh, thank you?" she said, giggling weakly. "No, no, don't thank me. I should be thanking you, for letting me touch you.. I haven't touched someone in... in years.." he said. She nodded in response, "I know.. I know." She stood up, legs still shaking.

"Be careful." Lucas said and Adeline nodded. She zipped up her jeans and buttoned them before putting back on her belt. "I'm okay, don't worry about me." She said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Okay.. if you say so." He said softly. He walked back towards his bed as he watched her pick up the chair. "Oh, and Lucas?" She spoke softly. "Yeah?" He asked, looking at her. "Thanks for telling the other inmates to leave me alone... no one really respects female guards." She said, softly. “How’d you know it was me?” he asked, smiling slightly. “A wild guess,” she shrugged, smiling before walking off.

[httpdwaekki]

secrets | b.w.

summary: after bruce goes mia for a couple of days, leaving the reader worried before he comes back and reveals a secret he's been keeping from the reader for a while.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: the batman spoilers, unedited work, lowercase intended, angst if u squint, some comfort, mention of injuries, i think that's it, let me know if i forgot any :)

a/n: idk how i feel about this but he has been living in my mind rent free since i saw the movie so i wanted to write something. i might do a part 2 though, free to make some requests as well! i would love to write some :)

masterlist

*hi this is future ashton realizing that she’s a fucking idiot and forgot what happened after the alfred and bruce’s parents thing and i could’ve made this so much better. so im gonna rewrite this and repost it but for now enjoy this lmao*

(gif is not mine!)

you haven’t spoken to bruce in almost a week, which was unusual considering you were the only person he talked to besides alfred. after his parents secrets being spread through every news station and publisher, you tried to reach out. you wanted to be there for him, knowing this was gonna be hard on him, but all of your attempts went unanswered.

you even went as far as going to the wayne tower only to be shooed out by a frantic dory, saying something about how you shouldn’t be there. you tried to call alfred too and received radio silence as well. you soon figured out what happened to alfred at the tower and immediately sped to the hospital.

you told the nurses you were his niece and luckily they believed you and let you into the room. you were relieved to find him awake and eating. you let out a breathe of relief, and made your way to hug him.

“thank god,” you whispered to yourself mostly. alfred returned the hug, “hello dear, i’m sorry for the fright,” you shook your head releasing him, “don’t apologize, i’m sorry i wasn’t here earlier, i just saw the news and came as quick as i could,” you responded, pulling away and finding home in the chair.

“the news? bruce didn't call you?” he asked, brows furrowed. “no he’s been uh,” you paused for a moment.” he’s been dodging my calls the past few days.” you finished, avoiding his eyes. “i swear im gonna hit that boy one of these days.” he muttered. “listen y/n, i promise it’s nothing personal, he’s just got alot on his mind, just give him some time.” he said, with a reassuring smile.

“thanks alfred,” you said, smiling back. “well i’m gonna let you get some rest, please call me if you need anything.” you squeezed his hand before getting up and walking towards the door. “and if you see bruce,” you paused turning back, “ could you just tell him when he’s ready, he knows where to find me.” he nodded, smiling at you.

you went back to your apartment that night and tried to do some work to keep your mind busy. you were in bed, typing on your laptop when you heard a knock on your door. you glanced at your clock, 1:37am it read. who could be knocking at your door at this hour? you heard the knock again, you quickly got up, slipping on a jacket before quietly making your way towards the door.

you looked through the peephole to find a disheveled bruce wayne, helmet in hand, waiting for the door to open. you gasp softly before yanking your door open. you both look at each other for a moment before you pulled him into the safety of your apartment. you closed the door quickly, grabbing the helmet and dropping it on the floor, before launching yourself into his arms.

you felt your bottom lip wobble as his arms wrapped around you, you shoved your face into his neck, your grip tightening, relieved he was okay. he kissed your temple before placing his head in your neck. you stayed there for a moment before you pulled back, whacking his chest.

“don’t you ever fucking do that to me again bruce wayne. you do understand how worried i was? not even a text really? even a simple ‘i’m okay y/n’? nothing? just radio fucking silence?” you yelled, tears flowing freely, in both relief and anger. “you fucking asshole, i was scared shitless something happened to you.” you paused, taking a breath.

he opened his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut him off. “no, i’m not done.” you said, holding a finger up. “alfred? are you fucking kidding me wayne? i had to find out something happened to alfred on the goddamn news? you couldn’t even tell me something happened? i may not be as close to him as you are but he’s still someone i fucking care about.” you felt your voice start to strain from yelling and crying.

“you’re lucky i love you or else i would kick the shit out of you for what you put me through. don’t you ever pull something like that again.” you whimpered, breathing heavily, tears still streaming down your face. he was silent for a moment before he spoke. “are you done?” you glared at him. “yeah, i’m done asshole.” you replied, folding your arms, turning away from him slightly.

he moved in front of you again, cupping your cheeks forcing you to look up at him. he wiped your tears before speaking, “i’m sorry sweetheart, you’re right i should have texted you, and i should’ve told you about alfred. i’ve been busy these last few days but that’s no excuse, i still should’ve called or texted.” he paused, “but i’m here now, and i promise i’ll tell you everything.” you looked at him confused.

“what do you mean tell me everything?” you asked. “come on, we gotta hurry okay, so let’s go. you’re staying with me for a few days.” he said, grabbing his helmet and your keys off the hook. pulling you towards the door. “woah woah wait, what? what are you talking about?” you asked , stopping him form going any further.

“come on we gotta hurry, you’re not safe here” he said pulling you once more. “bruce, stop, i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” you said, taking your arm from his grasp. he turned to you, “do you trust me?” he asked, you furrowed your browns. “with my life.” you replied immediately.

“then please just come with me and i will explain everything later, i promise.” he said holding hid hand out. you look at him for a moment before nodding and taking his hand. “thank you.” he breathed before pulling out of the door successfully. you both ran down the stairs and out of your building, running to the familiar bike parked on the street.

he handed you the extra helmet he had on the back of his bike. you both put on your helmets, mounting the bike. “hold on tight sweetheart.” he said, flipping the visor down and starting the bike up. as soon as you wrapped your arms around his middle, he took off, speeding down the street.

you could see wayne tower in the distance before bruce took an unfamiliar turn down an alley. you lifted your head slightly, “where are we going?” you asked. bruce didn’t response, only went faster down the alley. after a few minutes he made another turn before going down a flight of stairs.

“oh shit.” you exclaimed, tighten your grip. you swear you heard him laugh, before drifting around a corner and speeding down a tunnel. you finally came to some sort of cave, and a bunch of bats scattered as you drove through, coming to a stop as you approached some sort of platform. you let go of bruce climbing off the bike, taking your helmet off. you looked around in awe.

bruce climbed off, taking off his helmet a well before grabbing your helmet, and setting them on the bike seat. you walked up the steps, leading to a huge desk, with screens, papers scattered on top, with a stool in front of it. “holy shit. what is this place?” you asked, turning to bruce who was behind you. “my cave.” he said looking around as well.

“what, like a bat cave?” you laughed, looking around once more. “who are you batman?” still laughing, looking back at him. he didn’t respond, only looking down for a moment before lifting his eyes to yours again.

you were confused before the realization dawned on you. “holy shit,” you whispered. “you are, aren’t you?” you asked in disbelief. he didn’t respond, only moving to the desk to look through the papers. “that’s where all those bruises and cuts came from isn’t it?” you asked. “and why you didn’t call or text me the past almost week ?” you tried to look him in the eyes but he just kept sifting through the papers.

“why did you keep this from me?” you asked softly. he ignored you still. “bruce.” you said, trying to get him to look at you. “bruce, please, talk to me.” you pleaded, grabbing his arm. he stopped, placing his hands on the edge of the desk, dropping his head, clenching his jaw. “you have to talk to me, let me in. please.” you whispered softly. he shook his head, letting out a shuttering breath.

you took this as your sign to duck under his arm, taking him in yours. he instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, shoving his head into your neck. you rubbed his back, lifting your other hand to run through his hair. you kissed his head. “it’s okay, you’re okay.” you whispered into his ear. you stayed there for a moment before you pulled back.

your hands moved to his cheeks, wiping his tears. “what happened b?” you asked searching his eyes. he was silent for a moment, looking back at you before replying. “the riddler,” he looked down for a moment. “he’s been killing corrupt city officials, trying expose some sort of rat that helped with that huge drug case 20 years ago. he said it would unravel the city completely, showing how truly dirty gotham is.”

he paused for moment, “he said my dad’s foundation was the cause of everything. he’s the one that put out all of the dirt on my parents. he sent a package for me while i was at the orphanage. it was a c-4 explosive and alfred opened it, that’s why he’s in the hospital.” he shook his head, turning away from you, your hands dropping to your sides. “he’s there cause of me.” he whispered. looking over his shoulder slightly.

“absolutely not.” you said moving in front of him. “i will not let you blame yourself for that psychopaths behavior.” he avoided your eyes still. “hey, look at me.” he finally lifted his head, fresh tears, leaving wet streaks in their wake. “this is not your fault bruce wayne. you didn’t send a bomb to your home for alfred to open and get hurt.” he opened his mouth to respond.

“so help me god if you say he sent it because of you i’m gonna hit you because you didn’t force him to send it, he did that for his own bullshit reasons.” you said reading his mind.”but it is y/n. alfred never would have opened that package if the riddler wasn’t trying to kill me.” you hit his arm.

“what did i just say? last time i checked you didn’t send the package to get him hurt, so stop blaming yourself for shit you’re not responsible for. okay?” you asked, forcing his eyes to look into yours. “okay.” he whispered, nodding. “okay great, now how are we gonna stop him?” you asked, turning back to the desk, looking through the papers.

“woah, no, you’re not doing anything.” he said pulling you away from the desk. “you’re gonna go up to the penthouse and stay there until it’s safe.” you looked at him like he was crazy. “like hell i am, this asshole thinks he can go around threatening the people i love and i’m not letting you do this alone.” you said turning back to the table, grabbing different papers to read.”

“no you’re not, you’re staying here out of harms way, end of discussion.” he raised his voice, grabbing the papers from you. “and since when do you get to control what i do? huh bruce? last i checked, you weren’t my boyfriend and you certainly weren’t my keeper.” you were now facing him. “so give me the damn papers and let me help.” you said, ripping the papers out of his hand.

his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “give me the fucking papers y/n, i’m not messing around.” you looked a him in shock. his whole dementor changed and it almost scared you. “okay.” you nodded, handed him the papers, “i need you to go up to the penthouse and stay there.” he put the papers back on the desk. “okay.” you nodded, turning around to go to the elevator.

“y/n.” you heard behind you as you hit the button. you turned to look at him, waiting for a response. he walked towards you, placing a hand on your cheek once more. “i’m sorry.” he paused, “i just- i can’t lose you too. okay? so just, please stay up there so i know you’re safe.” he whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

you nodded, placing your hand on his wrist, rubbing your thumb against it. “okay, i will. just please promise me you’ll be safe. i can’t lose you either b.” he nodded, kissing your forehead. “promise sweetheart. i love you.” he said against your forehead. “i love you too b.” you pulled apart, looking at each other for a moment. “go save the city batman, i’ll be here for you when you get back.” you smiled, kissing his cheek, walking back to the elevator. he smiled at you once more before the doors closed, bring up to the top level of the wayne tower, to wait for his safe return.

a/n: hi, i actually had a really hard time writing this for some reason, i had to restart a couple of times because it just wasn't what i wanted it to be. i think because bruce wayne is such a serious character and i'm not used to writing like that. anyway, i did my best so let me know what you think, i hope you enjoyed!

[spikesbimbo]

Pairing: ushijima x f!reader

Tags: housewife!reader, hurt/comfort, wall fucking, neglected reader, breeding kink, daddy kink, cockwarming

a/n: umm,... repost

Word count:1.2k

18+ Minors DNI

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You'd never thought you'd be in this situation, going out of your way to get your husband's attention. To the point of wearing a cute little apron, barely there clothes, and purposely bending over in front of him while making you two dinner.

But something you should have expected was your husband not taking a hint, only being to understand with words. Leading him to say “are you feeling okay” immediately making you unsettled, why was it so hard for you to say what you wanted. How hard was it to tell your husband “hey i want your dick in me right now”. What man would say no to that?

Anxiety pooling up in you, letting the worse of the thoughts get into your head, thinking he doesn't want you because he's not attracted to you anymore, after 5 years of being together, two of them married. But what was going on in his head was him worrying if you were okay, never acting like this before, even having the audacity to put his hand on your head checking for a fever.

Tears start forming in your eyes, never feeling so belittled even though it was your fault, him rushing to cup your cheek thinking there was definitely something wrong with you, not knowing it was his, in your minds, fault.

“Are you okay love?” he softly says, which makes you fall apart, the tears from being so needy now running down your face.

He hesitates, not knowing what to do in this situation other than wipe the dramatic tears running down your face, causing you to feel even worse for making him put up with you like this. How selfish were you to act like this when your husband was working all day, proving for the both of you.

“Tell me what's wrong and i can fix it.” he said, always being reliable, taking responsibility into his own hands. That's one of the many things you loved about him, was that he would always take care of you, so why were you so afraid to say it? Was it the embarrassment of being this needy after not getting fucked for a week and half due to his team travelling? Acting like he was gone for a year at war or something.

All you had to do was ask. But you didn't want to burden him, today being the second day he's been home, still going to practice, but coming home to you every night. At this point you couldn't even get yourself off, crying quietly in the shower because “your fingers didn't feel the same as his”.

You turned your head up to his, looking him in the eyes, seeing him blurred but still being able to make out his handsome face. You try to build up to courage to tell him

“Have I been neglecting you?” he said, realizing the situation he had caused, that he let it get this far to the point where you were crying. “I'm sorry doll.” he continued, putting his lips on yours, working to fix the problem.

He moves you to the walk leaning you against it, you pushing deeper into the kiss, him deciding that you needed it here, right now. He moves one of his hands from your face down to your ass, breaking the kiss looking you in the eyes to see if you were sure that you wanted this, another thing you loved about him, always being a gentleman.

You respond by dragging him back in, nodding into the kiss, not wanting him to see your face be even more of a mess.

“please...daddy~” you moan out after he puts his thigh in between your legs, rubbing it how he knows you like.

“I got you love.” he says following through, as always. Pulling down those little shorts, that he was trying to control himself around, not realizing the reason you were doing it. Him not trying to hold back his groan seeing you weren't wearing any panties feeling how wet you were, fuck he messed up.

He remembers everything you tell him, from saying how he should make more noise when you to fuck, the complete silence being awkward, to you confessing your fantasies that he gladly went along with, as a good husband should.

“Please…” you start again grinding onto his clothed cock, drenching his shorts in your wetness. He moved his hand to your clit to which you shook your head in protest, not needing any prep just needing him inside you.

Luckily he wasn't as dense to your actions when you two were intimate, learning your body language quickly, understanding what you needed. He made his actions match his thoughts by dropping his shorts, freezing his cock, mouthwateringly hard, you whining at the sight of it.

He pushed you against the wall picking you up by your thighs, spreading them far apart enough to where he could fit in, not even needing to shove his way in due to your state.

“Fuck honey.” he groaned settling himself in you, your walls spasming around him ducking your head into his schedule, embarrassed that you already came from him just being inside you, something you loved so much, even him letting you keep it in you after you two finished.

He started thrusting into you, not being able to control himself after seeing you act like that. "you must've really needed me hmm?” he asks fucking you to the point where you couldn’t even respond if you wanted to, his cock focing its way into your cervix, making you gasp between your moans and whines.

“L-love you daddy” you whimper out, not wanting him to feel bad, continuing by pulling him in for a kiss, leaving you in a makeshift mating press, your legs being pushed up as far as they could so you could kiss him. Him reaching further, if even possible, into you.

“Mm sorry love, i won't leave you alone ever again” he stated, your foreheads barely touching, his sweat dripping onto your apron that was still on. The sight of him being so fucked out, making you clench around him.

“Fuck” he groans filling you up, after you mowhined out for him to cum in you,  some of it escaping and dripping onto the floor, you following soon after seeing how worked up he got making you not even need to be touched anywhere else.

He continued thrusting into you after a short minute, wanting to please you, a physical way of saying i'm sorry. “Gonna give you a baby, then you won't be lonely anymore.” he groaned fucking his cum into you. You crying out at the thought, wanting him to stuff you even more full.

“please, please! ple-” you tried to say, coming out distorted, but he could read you. Him continuing leaning back to make you more comfortable, your legs haphazardly wrapped around his waist. Him abiding to your needs by cumming in you multiple times, while making you do the same.

You two sat on the table where the food you were making was sitting, now cold as hours went by, him not pulling out of you wondering if he was serious about what he said.

“toshi” you croaked out, your voice being long gone. “Can we wash up, i'm kinda hungry.” You asked, planning to get him to fuck you after you ate.

“Yeah love.” he said picking you up, still not pulling out for the sake of your sanity, and carrying you two to the bathroom where he would have a long drawn out talk with you, as always.

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[starjaeyun]

GROUP PHOTOS

group photos with Toman but you noticed that something's different

𖦹 Ken Ryuuguji x GN! Reader, Platonic! Toman x Reader

𖦹 warning/s : major spoilers of chapter 224 & chapter 148, slight mikey x reader, major character death, reader has a breakdown, slight draken x emma, angst

𖦹 i had to write it 🤨✋ Draken x Reader is just the perfect pair for angst 😔 i wrote this early in the morning so i didn't proof read it due to online class, do ignore the errors in this

you looked at the printed photo with a smile, fingers dancing around it as you took a good look at each and everyone's smiling faces

but something was different, someone was missing

you skipped towards Mikey "manji! look look, Draken is missing! we must've took the photo without him! oh he's going to be all grumpy again"

Mikey looks at you with sad eyes "y/n-chin" he sighs "Ken-chin is not here" he says hoping that you'll understand what's he's trying to say

"EH?! wait! I'll message him, he must've gotten to the wrong location again"

Mitsuya comes over to you "hey guys, what's up?"

"Y/n. I- I think they forgot" Mikey whispers not enough for you to hear as you were busy typing on your phone, Mitsuya looks at the blond weirdly "I think Y/n forgot about Ken-chin's...y'know"

Mitsuya's lips forms into a circle, eyes sad as he stared at your confused figure "should we bring them to Draken's grave?" the lilac eyed male looks at Mikey who was now nodding "yea, we should"

"Y/n, c'mere. we'll bring you somewhere"

"I can't, Ken is not responding to my messages. I- I need to wait for him. He's probably gonna be here"

the two exchanged glances before turning back to you "we'll bring you to him"

their saddened even more as they watched how you happily nodded with sparkles in your eyes

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"I thought we were supposed to go to Ken? is he here again? are we going to visit Emma-chan?"

anyone would realize what was going on the moment they stepped into the cemetery but you were oblivious

"we're here" Mikey says, eyes glued to the ground

you were confused for a moment but when you realized that beside Emma's grave was Draken's

tears slipped from your eyes as you fell to your knees "no! he's not dead! I'm just hallucinating"

"we're sorry y/n" Mitsuya says as he and Mikey kneels next to you

Mikey wraps his arms around you as you cried and screamed, telling yourself that this was all a bad dream

but sadly. it wasn't

but what you three didn't see, hear and feel was Draken and Emma kneeling beside you all engulfing the three of you in a hug as they continued to say sorry

"I'm sorry love" Draken says as he kissed your hand and rubbed your back "I'm sorry for not fulfilling my promise"

his promise to stay by your side. his promise to grow old with you. his promise to give you beautiful children. and his promise to be in every group photo with Toman

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[seita]

— alluring | (m.)

pairing: iwaizumi/f!reader

genre: smut, pwp

wordcount: 3.798

tags: wet&messy, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, corruption kink, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, consent kink, daddy kink, breeding kink

note: hehe <3 i love one man and its iwaizumi hajime (28) athletic trainer

+ summary: iwaizumi is addicted to taking virginities, and you're the one in his sights now.

he was a hulking hunk of man meat. you knew that you wanted him.

he was so big and handsome, you just couldn't resist him.

when you first met him he was so nice. it immediately drew you in. and you knew you couldn't live without him.

“hi do you want to date me?” you asked, smirking your lips seductively.

“i sure do, doll face,” he purred, reaching out to clasp your face and lean you in for a kiss.

and that's how you started dating iwaizumi hajime. it was a dream come true.

you were a virgin when you began your relationship, but he didn't mind. he was a gentleman and didn't push you for anything. it really warmed your heart so you decided to gift him your v-card. (a/n: omg hed be so happy!!!1 >////<)

on your anniversary, you laid sexily in bed, posing your body like the pretty models you saw in magazines all the time. when he walked in, he was stunned and stopped to stare at you with wide eyes.

“what is all this for, baby?” he asked carefully

“don't you like it?” you frowned (a/n: mean iwa-chan ):<!!!!!!), “i dressed up for you i want you to be my first! i'm in love with you, even though we have only been together for two months i just know we're soulmates!”

“i don't know what to say,” he gasped, tears in his eyes, “i would be honored to pop your cherry!”

“i'm so happy!!!” you cheered, grinning as he climbed into bed, making it dip beneath his weight.

his hands felt rough on your skin, making you tremble as he touched you. you were panting and he felt his member get all stiff in his pants at the sight of you losing yourself to him.

(a/n: listen to this while you read (:!!!!)

you whimpered as your bra was removed and he cupped your boobs, massaging the mounds of flesh as you planted beneath him.

“your boobs feel so good, you're so pretty,” he compliments, making your skin flush shyly at the compliment.

“please iwaizumi, i want you so much,” you suddenly begged, your mouth feeling dry as you stared up at him.

“you want my dick?” he asks, eyes lidded, “you want me to fuck you good?”

you nod, feeling your underwear get wet as you dropped into them from arousal. his fingers hooked into the band of them, smiling when you arch your hips to let him pull them down.

you thought you would feel shy but the way he gasped at the sight of your heat made you pause. his eyes were wide and if you looked further you might have seen him drool (a/n; omg naughty iwa-chan!!!!).

“do you like what you see iwaizumi?” you purr seductively, arching your back dramatically to make yourselves look alluring.

“yes,” he pants like a dog, pushing your legs apart so he can get a better look at your glistening flower, “prettiest p*ssy i've ever seen….” (a/n: author-chan is naughty too…..)

“thank you,” you giggled, moaning when he suddenly pulled your flaps apart, licking his lips in arousal when he saw how dripping wet you were.

essence dripped from your honey pot to your butthole. your globes heaved as you panted.

“you're so wet, you want me that badly, baby?” he growls, lowering his face before you have the opportunity to respond before his tongue was fishing through your lips, wrapping his lips around one meaty wing and sucking until you were keening in pleasure.

“mmmmm taste so good, you like the way i eat you out?”

you can't respond, tossing your head back and grasping his hair to keep his mouth attached to your sex. he moans, slicking his tongue over your rock hard pearl, eyes rolling back in his head at the sound of your moans.

your vagina was so juicy, leaking slick against his chin.

“so yummy,” he sighs, mostly to himself, “i want you to cum, can you do that for me?”

you nod and arch your back, grinding your hips against his mouth until you cum.

he pulls back, licking his lips. “you ready for more?”

“yes please, daddy!!!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

“good girl,” he grins.

you watch as he strips himself, gaping when his penis comes into view. he wraps his hand around the rod, stroking himself to the sight of your shocked face.

“yeah? you like the sight of this nice big dick?” he huffs.

you nod and eagerly spread your legs as an invitation. he situates himself between your legs. he flops his shaft against your womanly core, groaning at the feeling of your wetness coating him.

“are you ready?” he asks, waiting for your consent before pushing in.

your walls stretch to accommodate him. and he keeps pushing until he is as deep as he can go.

he waits for you to adjust before moving. you're a moaning mess beneath him, arching your back and calling his name.

he reached between your legs and scratched your clit with his nail, licking his lips at the sight of discharge covering his scrotum.

“that's it, make a mess for me, you gonna cum?” he asks, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he f*cks you.

“yes daddy!!!” you shriek, trembling on the bed as you cum.

you spurt out cum all over him and he groans at the sight, “yes, take me daddy!!! more!!! i want it so much!”

“you want daddy to fill you up and impregnate you, angel? want daddy to breed your cute little womb up full????” (a/n: ahhhh i can't believe i wrote this!!! >////<)

“yes daddy! please! make me have your babies! i'm so fertile for you!”

“good girl!!!!” he growls deep in his throat.

his pace stutters and you feel his meat stick throb as he spurts a heavy load of man milk inside your burning hot sex. as you both came down, he pulls out and watches with wide eyes as his creamy spunk oozes from your pulsating babymaker.

“wow you did so well,” he praises, “i love you so much”

“i love you too daddy” you giggle, kissing him passionately as the class of 2039 leaks from you.

(a/n: make sure to like and comment if you want part two hehe (((((((: thanks for reading!!!!!!'1)

note: i'm so sorry i promise i'll reward you all with a real fic soon </3 also thanks to @bokutobabie and @bjbex for rick roll bit and the emotional support 😩🤚🏻

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[abimess]

The weight of guilt

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After a mission goes wrong, you and Wanda have a huge fight and you both say things you shouldn't. Future events may prevent you from telling each other how you really feel.

Word count: 2.779

Warnings: angst; violence; torture; brainwashing; fluff

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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"I can't believe you ruined the mission, (Y/n)!" Wanda couldn't care less about the mission. But you ruined it and almost killed yourself in the process.

To admit that all the anger she’s feeling was over the fact that you almost got yourself killed would be letting the feelings she has for you show. And she wasn't going to do that, so it was easier to pretend that her blood was boiling because the mission was a failure.

"I did what had to be done, Wanda!" You say, following the witch and completely ignoring the way every inch of your body hurts. "What did you want me to do?"

"Not throwing yourself in the middle of a collapsing building, that’s for sure." She retorts turning to you and glaring at you, her eyes charged with irritation. "It was our only chance to get the microchip, if I didn't ha-"

"Oh yeah and where's the microchip now, (Y/n)?" Wanda asks in an annoyed sarcasm, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms and you laugh dryly.

"You’re so full of yourself, aren't you, Wanda?" You say through clenched teeth but soon assume a posture of debauchery. "Wanda and her magical energy, moving things and getting inside people's minds. Why didn’t you solve the damn problem then?"

You ask, anger evident in your voice, but Wanda laughs dryly, shaking her head in disbelief. "My god, when they injected the serum in you, your muscles grew but your brain clearly shrank." She retorts and your blood boils.

Soon both of you are yelling and saying things you shouldn't. Things you know very well that will hurt because nobody knows each other better than you do.

But the anger boils in your blood, burning away any remnants of empathy and regret that you’d surely have with each other. All that arguing is making both of your heads hurt, but you're both too stubborn to stop, so you keep yelling and accusing. Until you can't take it anymore.

"You know what, that's enough!" You say, running your fingers nervously through your hair and storming out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Wanda yells angrily, watching you walk away, but you don't stop when you yell back.

"I’m gonna fix this."

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It was a dumb idea. A very, very dumb idea. In fact, probably the worst idea you've ever had in your life.

But you were furious and that always makes you more stubborn and reckless than usual. So you decided to return to the Hydra base by yourself and retrieve the microchip on your own.

To say it didn't work is an understatement.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to come back home." The scientist says with a sick smile approaching the gurney on which you’re strapped and you try to respond, but the piece of leather between your teeth turns your words into unintelligible, angry noises.

"Oh, don't worry, my dear, soon you will be able to speak again." He says, patting your shoulder lightly and you feel all the revulsion at the scientist's touch consume you. "You will only need... this." He says, holding up a book in front of you and you widen your eyes in terror. You move your body violently trying to break free, but all your movements are in vain.

No. No. Anything but that. Not again. Not after you have recovered.

The man opens the book and begins to read the words written in it, and you immediately feel their effect on your brain, consuming your sanity and consciousness at an alarming rate.

You keep moving. The tightness of the leather straps bruising your arms and legs but you don't stop. You can't stop. You have to get out of there.

And all of a sudden, blackout.

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Wanda walks around her room, apprehension consuming her every trace.

She tried to look for you but you were nowhere to be found, so all she could do was wait for you to return. And hope that you hadn't done anything stupid.

But a bad feeling was growing in Wanda's chest, even though she tried to ignore it, so she could only wish that the feeling wasn't an intuition.

The redhead repeats the discussion you had a few hours ago, her heart consumed with sorrow for the words you said to her, but mostly for the words she said to you. She knows they were low blows, but she was too hot in the head at the time to think before she spoke. Now she would have to take the consequences for what she said.

But even worse was to take the consequences for what she didn't say. Wanda fell in love with you a few months after you became friends. But she was sure that you didn't feel the same way, so she always kept her feelings to herself.

Wanda lost count of how many times she scratched her head to keep from reading your mind. It would be so much easier to know whether you like her or not. But it would be a gigantic invasion of privacy and you would never forgive her for it. She wouldn't forgive herself for that either.

Maybe if she had given in and read your mind she would know that you love her just the same, from the first time you saw her. But she doesn't. So Wanda was left with nothing but agony.

But the suffering was abruptly interrupted by the sirens of the compound going off. Without a second thought, Wanda ran to the entrance of the complex.

The closer to the gates, the louder the noises of gunshots and fighting became, and Wanda's heart began to beat alarmingly in her chest.

But then the scene before her makes her hit the brakes. It's you. But at the same time, it’s not.

You walk with confident strides toward the compound, a pistol in your hand and your face deformed in hatred and determination in a way Wanda has never seen before. So unfamiliar that it doesn't even look like you.

She sees Sam lying on the ground just behind you, an expression of pain on his face as he holds the side of his body. Wanda's breath hitches as she sees blood around him.

Steve approaches you, trying to restrain you, but with a single punch to his chin, the man is thrown upward, spinning before falling to the ground.

Bucky gets to you next and manages to disarm you, the pistol being thrown somewhere far from you and you step forward to punch the man, but he manages to hold your fist.

"(Y/n)! Look at me!" He says, his eyes locked on yours and your jaw clenches even tighter. "That's not you, (Y/n)! That's not you!" Bucky's words come out in a mixture of reassurance and pleading.

You watch him for a few seconds and Wanda feels a twinge of hope that perhaps you might be regaining consciousness. But that hope dies when you headbutt Bucky, who falls unconscious to the floor.

"Wanda! Do something!" Steve shouts, and the redhead wakes up from her trance. You walk toward her and your posture does not waver. Then Wanda moves her hands on the side of her body, the red energy wrapping itself around her fingers. But then she stops. She wouldn't hurt you. Never.

"(Y/n)." She begins, her voice firm. "Stop it. That's not you." Her words fall on deaf ears as you continue to advance against her.

"(Y/n/n), stop this, please, you-" Wanda's desperate speech is interrupted by your hands being placed around her neck. As you squeeze her throat firmly and lift her off the ground, Wanda chokes, feeling the pressure in her head increase.

She hears the others approaching her, but she holds out her hand warning them to stop, her eyes locked on yours. "(Y/n), that's not you. You need to listen to me."

On the other side of the unyielding, impassive wall that is your face, your consciousness struggles to break free. A tiny spark that screams uncontrollably at the sight of Wanda being hurt by your own hands. But the spark goes out again.

Seeing no result in her words, Wanda realizes that the only way is to do what she swore she would never do. "I'm sorry." She murmurs, the words coming out broken by the tightness of your hands around her neck. Wanda places her hands on the side of your head, her thumbs on your temples, the redhead's vision beginning to be obscured by tiny black dots.

Just as her eyes glow red, she sees your eyes gradually turning red as well before her vision is transported into your mind.

Wanda's breath hitches as she sees that there’s nothing there. A complete void. But she’s determined. And from the way her head hurts and it gets harder and harder to breathe, she knows she doesn't have much time. So she keeps looking.

And then she finds it. By accessing your memories she also accesses your feelings. With the revelation that you felt the same way she did, tears flow from Wanda's eyes. Tears of happiness mixed with the tears from the choking.

As Wanda ventured into your mind, you yourself relived all those memories and feelings. All of that brought back at once as if the floodgates of your mind had been opened, flooding it all with memories and feelings, bringing your consciousness along with them.

The tightness in Wanda's neck loosens and she smiles with relief as she realizes that it’s working. "You see, (Y/n/n)? That's you. Not this here."

The words, the sound of your favorite voice in the world and the memories act as the boost your consciousness needs, gaining strength and breaking free of the brainwashing.

Wanda moves her hands to the side of your face, caressing your cheeks. Even with her vision blurred by tears and several black spots she can see your features gradually softening. "You are loving, and caring, and funny. And I love you, (Y/n)."

With the last words you wake up at once. You widen your eyes, letting go of Wanda’ neck immediately, and the redhead holds your shoulders to keep from falling to the ground. You open your mouth to answer her, but a blow on the side of your body catches your attention and, less than a second later, an intense shockwave comes out of the place and spreads throughout your entire body.

And suddenly, another blackout.

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You wake up feeling dizzy and it's hard to open your eyes.

But you do, and soon you realize that you’re in one of the infirmary rooms in the complex. As you look to the side, you see Wanda sitting in the chair. Her head is buried in her arm that’s propped up on your bed, and the other hand is holding yours, your fingers intertwined with hers.

The sight of the redhead brings back all the memories of the afternoon at once, and the guilt and anguish that consume you are overwhelming. You lift your free hand and bring it toward your face in an attempt to hide it in shame, but you stop it with a grunt. Your whole body aches and moving is the worst thing you can do right now.

With your noise, Wanda wakes up. The expression of sleepiness being immediately replaced by one of concern when she sees you’re not sleeping anymore.

"(Y/n)!" She exclaims, wrapping both hands around yours and stroking your skin with her thumbs. "How are you?" she asks sincerely, and you watch her caress your hand with a smile on your face. But as you lift your gaze to her face, you notice the bruises on her neck and your heart squeezes in your chest.

You gasp as tears immediately form in your eyes. The pain of guilt is unbearable, and looking at Wanda is even more unbearable. So you look away.

"Like the worst person alive." You reply, clenching your jaw so hard that your face hurts. Wanda frowns in concern and assumes a tender posture. "It's not your fault, (Y/n/n)."

"You should check your neck." You reply harshly. You close your eyes, but the image of Wanda's intense, dark bruises return immediately so you open thems right away, and decide that you will blink as little as possible from now on.

"(Y/n/n)..." Wanda calls to you, her voice softer than ever. The most serene sound you've ever heard calling out to you, and you don't have the strength to resist it. So you turn your face to her once more. And Wanda frowns in sadness as she sees the pain on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"It's not your fault." She repeats and by her eyes she seems to believe it. But you snort, shaking your head afterwards. "If I hadn't gone back to that place, none of this would have happened."

"If I hadn't said the things I said, you wouldn't have gone back to that place." Wanda replies, guilt visible in her eyes too, and you frown in disbelief.

"I said a lot of things I shouldn't have as well. And if I hadn't screwed up the mission, you wouldn't have said the things you said."

"I don't give a damn about that stupid mission." Wanda says angrily at once and you frown. "I was angry because you were reckless. You almost died and-"

"But I was fine, Wanda." You interrupt her, your eyes heavy with sadness at seeing her like that. But Wanda looks at you suddenly, her eyes wide with anguish and fear.

"Yeah, but I could have lost you!" She says, tears falling from her eyes and her chin trembling slightly. "I could have lost you, and I could never bear that." She admits and you feel your heart heavy in a different way. The memories from just before you blacked out return to your mind all at once, and you blink a few times.

"Did you mean it?" you ask and Wanda looks up at you, her eyes tear-laden and a confused expression on her face. "When you said you love me, did you mean it?" Wanda nods several times without hesitation. "Yes. I love you with all my heart."

"I love you too." You confess breathlessly and Wanda smiles happily, tears streaming from her eyes as her cheeks rise.

Without thinking, you move toward her, but your whole body aches immediately and you groan in pain and lie down again. Wanda's eyes widen in surprise and concern, but then she giggles softly.

"That wasn't very clever, you know." She scoffs and you laugh. "Oh yeah? Well, maybe you could help me then." You retort and she smiles again.

Wanda gets up from her chair and approaches you. When your faces are within inches of each other, Wanda smiles and strokes your cheek with her thumb. You sigh under the loving, caring gaze of the woman in front of you.

You are absolutely certain that your eyes have never witnessed a more beautiful sight than this, and with each detail of Wanda that your vision takes in, the more certain you become.

"Your thoughts are very loud." Wanda whispers against your lips and you smile as you feel her breath against them. "They are all thoughts of you."

You reply in the same tone and Wanda smiles, biting her lip before moving closer and connecting her lips to yours.

You sigh at the redhead's oh-so-soft touch. The touch that you’ve dreamed of for so long. The kiss lasts for a while, your mouths leisurely getting to know each other, but the room door opens and Wanda pulls away from you and sits on the bed, her hand never leaving yours.

Looking at the door, you see Nat and Clint approaching. "We didn't mean to get in the way of the lovebirds." Nat says and you and Wanda immediately blush. Nat and Clint chuckles softly and the man completes Nat's sentence. "Yeah, but we wanted to check on you, (Y/n)."

"Weren't you the one who hit me with an electric arrow?" You ask with a raised eyebrow and the man giggles. "Yeah, I guess that was me." He says and you chuckle.

"We'll work it out later, archer." You try to put on a serious face, but it’s impossible not to smile with Wanda holding your hand like that and looking at you with those big green loving eyes.

As long as she is by your side, there is nothing capable of unsettling you.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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[lostinthe-jojos]

Hello. I got another suggestion for a jjba prompt for you. Caesar and Joseph ghost hunting at a haunted location. Like Ryan and Shane from Buzzfeed Unsolved.

I LOVED THIS IDEA SO MUCH BUT DIDN'T LIKE HOW I WAS WRITING IT

Finally it's here!

When you initially joined the team, you never thought the show would become so popular.

"It's a ghost hunting show like you've never seen before," you had read on the post where they stated they were looking for a cameraperson.

Yet there you were, at one of the most haunted houses in the country, filming those two idiots and trying not to laugh.

"If there's any spirit, any demon present, this is your opportunity to manifest yourself," Caesar said, clutching his little bottle of blessed water and turning on the EMF detector.

"God I hate that thing"

"Is anyone with us?"

Maybe.

"You heard that? Who is it?"

The response was intelligible.

"What? Can you repeat that?"

"Demon" Joseph said, "do you want us to leave?"

But they got no answer.

"Why won't the ghosts talk to us," Caesar asked.

"Maybe they're homophobic"

"We aren't gay, JoJo"

"We aren't?"

Caesar responded with a snort.

"This is your last chance to talk to us," Caesar said, "I'll turn this off in three...two...one..."

Moments later, they moved to another room and placed two lanterns on the desk.

"Hey demons? If you want to eat Caesar's heart turn off the left lantern"

"What? Fuck off, don't get me into your bullshit"

"Look! It's turning off!" Joseph exclaimed as Caesar's face went pale, "you're a pussy! You weak ass demon! Turn off the light! I dare you to turn off the light!"

The light kept flickering but didn't fully turn off.

"If you want to skin me alive turn off both lights, you coward!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, JoJo," Caesar muttered, shocked that his friend would say such a thing.

And almost immediately, both lights turned off, making Joseph burst into laughter while Caesar was trying to not freak out.

"Come on! Right now is a good moment!" Joseph said, "Push me off the chair and skin me in front of these two!"

"He's fucking insane," Caesar said, standing up and walking closer to you, closer to the door.

Apart from a few noises that could be explained as regular stuff that old houses usually do, nothing much happened. They spent the night at the place, sharing a room. Joseph slept like a baby the whole night while Caesar stated awake most of the night, every little noise startling him and keeping him alert.

"This demon's a pussy," Joseph said while he exited the house the morning after, "you hear me demon? When i die I'm gonna fight you and haunt this house instead! I'm gonna leave you homeless you wack bitch!"

"Stop threatening the demon, I won't go to your funeral"

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[fallingsunflower]

I'm dreading tomorrow for so many reasons, I'll list them because maybe you, or someone reading this, might understand my mindset lol

I'm fearful that maybe the media has twisted this thing more than we're aware. Looking at the history of this drama, most of it came from Deuxmoi and Lipstick Alley anons, to which sites like Daily Mail copy and pasted. I know that not everything that has been rumoured is true—but a part of me is (who is a fierce Florence Pugh supporter btw) is like... "Oh f*ck. What if they *O & Flo* admit there has never been any bad blood between them and this whole thing was just rumours". Yesterday I wouldn't of dreamt writing that, but there's this unwelcome ball of anxiety festering inside of me today as the premiere approaches. That dreaded "what if..." (edit: nah, I don't feel that way after typing out this whole message. But I am gonna look like a clown because I've been so vocal about Flo being a victim lol)

Then again I am dreading seeing the 'happy-clappy' photos of them getting off of the water taxi's and doing a brief dock-side photocall before the press conference. I know that Florence isn't obligated to do any press (just show up at the premiere), but just the thought of her having to stand next to them, without someone in-between, is really sickly. The same goes for the premiere. I feel like a lot of O stans are going to use pictures of them being all smiles as "proof" they're not feuding.

Someone on twitter posted earlier today that Warner Brothers are just to blame as Olivia, and I can't unsee that tweet, although they didn't say it outright—Warner Brothers is using Florence's own contract against by forcing her to be there. They're forcing a victim to be with someone she clearly despises for the sake of greed and publicity. I actually hope she doesn't go and just pays a fine or something. If they sue her she has the receipts. However, Dune is owned by WB so I presume she'll most likely go to keep them in her good books for now. Maybe 10+ years down the line Ryan Murphy will create FEUD season 69 based on the drama 😂

This is more advice for anyone reading—please don't post photos of O and Flo together. While the photos are gonna be real, even red carpet instagram stories videos, them being friendly is not real, even if they say they are besties or whatever. Also, lesser known gossip websites steal pictures from tumblr. Don't post pictures that you think are gonna make negative headlines for Flo! (Please do with O lol, she needs her comeuppance)

I just... I don't know. I love Florence and the idea of her, right now, probably being anxious about tomorrow doesn't sit right with me. She's avoided this film for so long... That suddenly she's thrown into the deep end by a production company who sides with people like Ezra Miller and Olivia Wilde. She's kinda being taken advantage of publicity wise. THIS FEELS GROSS.

We'll see how it goes. I understand the anxiety but nothing that happens this weekend negates what has already happened:

Florence has BARELY posted about DWD. She promoted other films that weren't hers and she was the only cast member (besides Harry I think) to repost the DWD teaser trailer from an account other than Olivia's. She also spoke about how the film's promotion of sex has made her uncomfortable. She pulled out of press besides the red carpet event. She never responded to Olivia's gushy instagram post praising her.

Olivia was also caught in a major lie. Either Florence felt uncomfortable on set and Olivia didn't stick up for her OR Olivia created this whole narrative of her being a knight in shining armor (this last one happened regardless). Plus Olivia keeps marketing this movie as something sexual when Florence spoke up.

Regardless of how the media spins their "friendship", there's still evidence of some sort of quarrel between the two. They'll be professional this weekend but it doesn't mean shit in terms of what's going on behind the scenes/personally.

It does feel gross though, I agree with you. It's uncomfortable. People need to stop giving Olivia so much attention

[thedamageofherdays]

Hey pal, I was wondering what you think about people "begging" for kudos and reblogs and comments and whatnot? Cos sometimes it feels like a guilt trip yanno? Idk you seem pretty smart about these things so yeah wanted to know if you have Thoughts™️ And no need to publish if you feel it's gonna cause issues either. Just genuinely curious to know what you have to say 😘😘

Hi anon! Thanks for asking ❤

This is certainly a complicated topic and, potentially, controversial. So before I get into my thoughts I want to add that nothing I am about to say is aimed at anyone in particular. These are just some general observations and thoughts that I've had during my time in fandom. I am adding a read more cause my reply got a bit lengthy oops.

The first thing is that as someone who creates content I get wanting people to like and appreciate the things you put out into the world. Even as someone for primarily creates for themselves, getting that appreciation feels nice and validating. There are issues with constantly wanting to chase that rush but I will get into that later. Initially I just wanna make clear I get wanting to feel appreciated. A lot of creators put a lot of hard work into the things they make and often don't get much of a response. Which can be demotivating. Especially when sometimes reposts of artists works and plagiarism gets a much larger response than the creator themselves got. And honestly? Fandom can be a bit if a popularity contest sometimes. And some people only appear to value people who are popular which is incredibly disheartening.

But at the same time, as much as I understand wanting more appreciation, the way it gets phrased sometimes and the way people handle these things is in fact guilt-trippy. And I'm not a fan of that at all. No one is actually obligated to like your works or leave kudos or reblogs or leave comments. You don't know why a random stranger on the internet does or doesn't respond to your creation. They could have a million reasons why. And ultimately the reason doesn't even matter. They didn't reblog or they didn't leave a comment. Maybe they just liked or left kudos. Maybe they did neither. We can’t make them. We can explain the benefits of more people reblogging or leaving comments. We can talk about how it motivates creators to make more. But we can't make every single individual interact with everything they come across. And I strongly believe that making people feel guilty or like they are lesser because they didn't reblog will actually prevent them from interacting more because that's a lot of pressure.

Another thing regarding this I have noticed is that a lot of people who complain about the lack of interaction they get don't actually bother interacting with other people's creations. Which to me feels a bit hypocritical. You can't expect people to devote energy to you if you don't devote energy to anyone else. And this doesn't mean you, the creator, have to like every single person's works either, no one can like every single thing. But if you don't support anybody while expecting to get that support it makes me very suspicious and actually less likely to share your works.

The next thought I have is complicated. Because sharing your creations is incredibly vulnerable. And I understand that even people who get a lot of reblogs and likes and kudos and comments will still feel vulnerable and they can still get insecure. But it does, sometimes, feel a little off when people who appear to get a lot of appreciation for their work say it's not enough when I know there are plenty of people who get way less interaction. Now, I don't mean for this to be accusing and I truly do understand feeling insecure over your works and feeling like people don't like your works because you got less kudos than your previous work or someone else did or someone left a comment that made you doubt yourself. And those feelings are real and valid and I think people should be allowed to talk about the hard parts of creating and I think that goes for every creator, no matter how popular they are. But sometimes I do catch myself feeling uncomfortable about it.

I think this ties into the thing I mentioned earlier about chasing that rush. When a fanwork does well and everyone seems to like it, you get this rush of excitement. At least I do! And it's fun and wonderful and then you post the next work and for whatever reason it doesn't do as well and that's rough, really rough. You just want to get that nice feeling again. And you might never get it. Because a fanwork doing well isn't about quality. Some of the most talented people I know hardly get any appreciation. Equally there are some incredibly popular fanworks I just do not vibe with. There are so many factors that play into it. How late did you post? How many other people posted something that day? Is your fanwork niche or does it contain a popular trope? Did a popular blog reblog your work? Was it part of an event that brought more attention to it? And many other factors. I know people sometimes talk about needing to market your fanworks and while I acknowledge that it can be helpful to get more people to see your work if you do everything "right" it's still not a guarantee and I genuinely hate the concept anyway because fandom is my hobby and not a job and I don't wanna market my hobby because it makes me miserable.

So yeah this is a very ramble-y response (is anyone surprised?) to say that I think sometimes people do get guilt-trippy and while I get wanting more appreciation for your creations (trust me I've been there) sometimes people don't consider what the best way of getting appreciation is. And as cheesy as it is? Creating for yourself is the best thing. I am happiest when I make the things that make me happy and excited, no matter how niche they are. I think creating for other people's appreciation makes creating stressful and puts a lot of burdens on a creator that actually make it stressful and difficult to create.

Also a last final thought I have... I feel like all of this ties into something else I noticed and that's people taking people who rec a lot of things for granted. (I know the same happens to creators but that's a different issue). Sometimes it feels like reccers aren't seen as nice people who just really like fics but as a marketing tool for your fics and from experience I can say that being made to feel that way honestly sucks.

Anyway final disclaimer: I think my thoughts on this subject are very much in progress so I might not have phrased everything perfectly and I might change my mind on things.

Final final disclaimer: please no one yell at me and please don't take any of this as a personal attack. It isn't meant to be.

Thanks again for asking anon!

[talkwithmarcy]

Art Thieves Must Be Eradicated

Okay, I can't believe this will be my first post to tumblr, but it's bothering me so much that I want to get it out somehow.

I understand that we have different perceptions of art theft. However, I want to make a point clear that if you are using someone else's art, stuff or property without permission and refuse to comply to any request that requires you to give the property back, refrain from using it or give credit to an artist properly, etc, I count that as theft. I know there are also people who try to defend their actions by saying, "If they don't want people taking their stuff, they shouldn't put it in public." Yeah, well, we put Mona Lisa to the public, but that doesn't mean people can just take it and leave. Plus, that is equivalent to a rapist or a mysoginist saying, "Well, if you don't wanna be raped, then you shouldn't have look so hot in public." I can wear any clothing in public, but that doesn't mean I would be okay for someone to just steal my clothes. It's a dumb excuse.

The reason why I brought this up is because of my experience WITNESSING an art theft.

There is a youtube voice actor named Israel's Night Time Voice Audios ASMR. He had a series where it has this mafia plot and I thought the story was interesting so I got intrigued to listen to the series. However, 4 episodes in, you have to continue the series in his own website, not youtube.

This website acts as if it's his own patreon, it's almost like a member-only website and there are videos that you can play only if you pay for it. Now, when I looked for the series, in his thumbnail, he used a character art on 4 videos. And this art is from an artist who said they don't want other people to use their art for anything, whether it be for role-playing, repost, videos, etc.

I commented to Israel and I told him not to use it because the artist doesn't want people to do so. I told him I like his stuff but I don't want him to use art when the artist does not give permission. He says he didn't know the artist and he used it because there were other who do the same thing. So I told him then next time, to be safe, try to research the artist of the art that you would use in your thumbnails so you wouldn't have any misunderstandings about being an art thief.

But OH BOY, little did I know that I will found out that this was no misunderstanding.

He then say it is impossible to research every artist of the arts he uses in his videos. While I agree with him on this one, this just lead to the question of why not just don't use it then? I've seen youtubers who used art because they know they got permission from the artist and they would take down any video when they found out the art was stolen. And for those of you who want to say, "but there are others who are doing the same", that's not a good excuse. If you know it's not good thing to do, don't do it, otherwise, you're the asshole here. But either way, he then said he will change it soon, he said after his dinner. So I thought things will be okay and settled.

When I checked the next day, it was still there. I thought he forgot, so I reminded him. 2 or 3 days later, I reminded him AGAIN. Keep in mind, I have not call him a thief or anything, nor insult him or bash him for not removing it yet. But he responded angrily, and tells me that this will be my last comment, saying he is doing it out of good faith even though Youtube doesn't require him to do anything, and said that it is on his to do list and he will take them down.

Now, if any of you want to say I was pushy, that's fine, I agree. However, Israel does not have a right to police me or anyone from reminding him to take down arts, that he used without permission, ESPECIALLY when he promised to do so in a specific time.

Him also saying, "I'm doing it out of good faith because youtube is not even asking me to take it down", is NOT a good defense. He's essentially saying, "Listen, I'm a good person and you should feel lucky that I'm doing this because I'm SUCH a good person." Shut the fuck up, I beg of you.

Also, him saying Youtube doesn't tell him to do anything, yeah, no shit, bruh. BECAUSE IT'S NOT EVEN ON YOUTUBE, it's in YOUR members-only website, WHERE YOU CAN MAKE MONEY from these videos. Youtube won't do anything because it's not within their power or it's not happening in their territory. Meaning if you don't wanna take it down, the artist won't have any power to put in a copyright claim, BECAUSE IT IS YOUR WEBSITE.

Also, how long does it take to just change your thumbnail?

Months later.....It's. Still. There.

It's clear now that he told me to back off, in hopes that I will forget about it and he can secretly still use the art. So he lied, didn't have the decency to ask permission before using someone else's stuff, didn't even bother to at least give credit when I told him who the artist was, and he tried to act as if he was in any right to tell someone to back off when he is in the wrong.

(Here are screenshots)

It was one thing to say it is impossible to research every artist of the arts you use and basically just saying you don't wanna do it at all, but then to lie to sneakily still use it after being told that you are not allowed to, you're really asking for a fight there. I’m not gonna bother commenting to him again, cuz I know either he will ignore, tell me to shut up again, or block me from his channel.

Anyways, that is the whole story, I’m sorry that this has to be my first tumblr post but yeah, stuff happens. The reason why I’m so mad at this is because, I've seen art theft a lot and some is way worse than this. The whole thing piss me off, even though I’m not an artist myself, but because of people like this, I’m afraid of posting art in public. I made a fanart of Twisted Wonderland uniforms but I'm weary of sharing them because of this, even though I really want to. And I've seen these entitled assholes who would go far to even erase an artists' signature.

Thanks for reading, and remember, respect artists' demands with their art. Even though some are made public, that doesn't mean you have the right to do whatever you want to them.

[moonlit-stay]

8 is fate, and what's fate will always be || Lee Minho

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Pairing: Minho x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Word count: 535

Warnings: None!

Please let me know if I missed anything

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Color(s) Of This Fic: Dark Blue <3

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You run through your house, trying to gather all your things as quickly as you can. Wanting nothing more than to be in your lover's arms. After throwing on a coat and grabbing your phone and keys, you wipe the tears from your cheeks and head out to your car. Quickly getting in and making your way to the JYP building.

After seeing everything that was going on, you received a text message from Minho. He told you that he wasn't gonna be home for awhile because he wanted to practice. You glanced at a nearby clock, seeing that it read 2:26 am. You decided that you were gonna go and see him, especially knowing that he was upset.

Without a second thought, you grabbed your things and headed for your boyfriend.

After getting past security, you head for the practice room. Upon reaching the practice room, you quietly open the door, careful not to disturb your lover. After a few minutes, the song ends and he notices your reflection in the mirror. Quickly turning around and blinking at you to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Hi, baby." You quietly say, making your way towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He quickly responds, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you from the ground. Pressing a few feather light kisses to your neck.

"Hi, beautiful. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" He asks, setting you down and looking at you with confusion.

"Dunno." You softly reply. "I just wanted to be with you." You look up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you try not to cry.

"Baby." Minho gently calls, pulling you into him as he draws tiny circles onto your waist. "It's ok, baby."

"Things like this shouldn't be allowed. It's not fair." You sniffle.

"I know, baby, I know." Minho sighs, gently rocking you two back and forth.

"Baby?" You quietly ask, not moving from your position in the middle of the practice room.

"Hmm?" He hums in response.

"I brought food." You reply, feeling him loosen his grip on you as he stares at you in confusion. "Over there." You quietly say while pointing to the bag of food you brought. Minho looks at the bag and then back at you, placing a kiss on your lips and making his way to the food.

You and him sit in the middle of the practice room. Eating together while you tell each other about your day. After a little while, you both had gone quiet, and you mindlessly mumble the words, "8 is fate, and what's fate will always be." Minho looks at you with yet another look of confusion.

"What did you say?"

"I said, 8 is fate and what's fate will always be." You repeat, looking up at Minho as a smile spreads across his face.

"Where did that come from?" He asks with a grin.

"Dunno. It just came to me. Has a really nice ring to it, don't you think?" You ask, looking at him and awaiting his answer.

"It really does, baby." He replies, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your lips.

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*·°Author's note°·*

I really wasn't sure how I felt about this one, but after taking a few days away from it, I re-read it and I love it.

The idea is so cute😭

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Released: March 24th, 2021

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