#it sucks but I’ll be aight

[romiantic]

when God said “guard your heart”, now I see what He meant by that :/

[badbtssmut]

Money shot

When you want to make it into the porn industry, there’s only one thing stopping you; you don’t have a male partner to costar in your audition tape, but fortunately for you, your best friend Jungkook is eager to star in your first tape.

Contains: blowjob, fingering, jk cums on her face, jk being smug, doggy, missionary, riding, dirty talk, some spanking, possessive Jungkook?, recording

Admin note: Idea from one of my anons :)

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Are you really asking me that while I’m standing here butt naked with a boner in my hands? Come on, I think we are way past the point of second guessing whether I want this or not. Besides, it was your idea to begin with, don’t be a chicken, y/n.”

“I am not being a chicken! I just— was checking on you, I just don’t want things to be different between us, ya know?” You say while staring at the carpet beneath your feet, trying not to look at his big cock standing proud right in front of your face.

Jungkook placed a finger under your chin, raising your head so you would look at him.

"Nothing will be different between us, okay? If at any point you want to stop, just tell me. I won't do anything unless you tell me to, you know I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. And the same goes for me, aight? If I want to stop at any point, I’ll tell you. Now stop worrying.”

You take a deep breath before answering.

"Okay, okay. Let's do this."

Jungkook grabs the camera, starting the recording. He sits down on the couch and gestures for you to come closer. You kneel in front of him, starting by wrapping your fingers around his cock, pumping him slowly while you looked up at the lens, before your eyes gazed back at the cock, watching his cock swell up at your efforts. You stopped jerking him off, and instead used your mouth, taking as much of his cock as possible before you started to bob your head up and down.

Jungkook grunted, temporarily forgetting about the device in his hands, quickly snapping out of it as he readjusted the focus on you, trying to keep the camera from shaking due to the pleasure he was receiving from the warmth of your mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Jungkook hissed, throwing his head back as you continued sucking him off, his cock hitting the back of your throat every time you went down on him. “Babe, show the camera your pretty pussy.” He instructed and you stood, Jungkook stood from the couch, positioning the camera on the table in front of the both of you, before he walked over to you to pull off your lingerie.

His hands roamed over your chest, before moving to your backside and giving it a squeeze, a gasp escaping your lips at the suddenness of it.

“Come here.” Jungkook pulled you to the couch and got you on his lap. “Spread your legs for the camera.”

You obeyed, spreading your legs open, and Jungkook took the opportunity to tease your folds with his fingers, before sinking a digit into your wet cunt. You moaned at the feeling of his long digits, and bucked your hips forward as he added another, his thumb flicking at your clit.

He fingered you like this, and your head rolled back, eyes closed in bliss. You let him have control of your body, your moans filling the air.

But before you could get to your peak, he stopped, his fingers sliding out of you and you whimpered.

Jungkook licked his fingers and grabbed his cock, placing it at your entrance.

“Want my cock now, don't you?" He said, slapping his cock against your cunt. You nodded, and he smirked, teasing your folds with the tip of his cock. Fuck, it felt hard as steel.

"Then show them how well you take me, baby."

You sank down on his cock, letting it stretch your walls, and you sighed. Fuck, it felt so fucking good. You started bouncing up and down, and Jungkook's hands settled on your hips, guiding your movements, thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

Your moans filled the air, the sound of your wetness mixed with his grunts. The camera captured every detail of the penetration, and the thought of how it would be used made you feel even more aroused. Would this tape be the start of your career? Would the executives be drooling or getting a boner from watching this tape?

“Love cock?” Jungkook whispered in your ear, repeating himself again when he realized the camera must’ve not picked that up. “You love this cock, y/n?”

“Ya, love cock, so good.” You said with a shaky breath. “Oh!” You winced, forcing yourself to bounce on his cock harder, but your back and hips started to feel sore, and your thighs began to ache. Jungkook noticed how you were starting to slow down, and decided to switch positions, he stopped you, and guided you off his cock. “Get on the bed.” He instructed you, taking the camera from the table, soon joining you on the bed. The camera pointed down at your dripping wet pussy, and his tip teased your folds, sliding his full length up and down against your slick, the head of his cock brushing against your clit, sending tingles down your spine.

You moaned, your body shivering from the teasing, and you couldn't help but lift your hips, trying to get him to enter you. He chuckled, finally sinking into your cunt, and you both groaned at the feeling.

"So tight," He mumbled, pulling his cock out and pushing it back into your pussy. "Feel good, baby?"

"Yes, ah, feels good…”

Jungkook started fucking you slowly, his hips rocking back and forth. He kept his eyes on the camera, the lens focusing on where your bodies were joined. His other hand moved to your ankle, holding onto it as he quickened his pace. Your pussy was so wet, it was making lewd squelching sounds as he fucked you.

“Pussy doing so good, taking me so well...fuck, so tight and warm for me."

You could only moan in response.

"Yeah, your little cunt loves this cock, doesn't it?"

You whimpered, feeling the tip of his cock graze against your sweet spot.

“Yes, my cunt loves cock so much,” You moaned.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, pulling out of you before he made you turn on your belly, ass up and head down, and he spanked your ass, causing you to squeal. He gave it another smack, the flesh jiggling.

"Arch your back a bit," He said, and you did.

The camera was now aimed at your ass, and he pushed the tip of his cock into your begging pussy. He thrusted into you, one hand holding the camera, while the other hand grabbed onto your hair, tugging at it as he slammed into your pussy.

"Fuck, oh!" You cried, and his grip on your hair tightened, his cock drilling in and out of you, the bed creaking beneath the both of you.

"So fucking good, shit."

"Yes, fuck, more, more, more, please," You whined, and he groaned.

"Take my cock so well, babe. So beautiful." He looked around for a place to put the camera on, and he decided on the dresser, the camera now recording both of you from a different angle.

Jungkook's hand was still in your hair, and he pulled at it, using it as an anchor as he pounded into you.

"I'm close," You whined, the tip of his cock pounding your sweet spot relentlessly. "Oh please, yes, right there!"

"Come, cum on my cock," He challenged you, his pace speeding up, your arms gave out and your face hit the pillows.

"Ah, ah, ah," You gasped, the pleasure building up inside you. You tried to get back up but Jungkook grabbed hold of your arms and pinned them back, his fingers interlocking with yours, his weight on top of you, fucking into you steadily.

"Oh, oh, oh," You moaned, toes curling and teeth gritted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cried, starting to see stars, your knees wobbling.

“Thought you were gonna cum? I guess your greedy pussy didn’t wanna huh? Want to keep it wrapped around my cock, don't you, babe?"

“Yes, don’t want to stop, never want you to stop."

"Yeah? Never want me to stop?” He cooed, his hands now moving to your hips, guiding you back and forth on his cock, and you started to ride him backwards.

At this rate, you were going to pass out, you were overflowing from pleasure, but somehow, you were still eager for more.

"Oh, fuck," You whimpered, and you were a panting, sweating mess, the room was hot, and all you could hear was the slapping of skin against skin, along with the grunts and moans coming out of both of your mouths. You were so close.

Jungkook plopped the camera right in front of your face, now capturing how you were so fucked out and yet, still desperate for more.

"You will show the camera what that face looks like when you cum, right?"

You nodded. "Yeah, want to show the camera when I cum, please, oh, ah, more, please,"

You were moaning uncontrollably, feeling so fucking sensitive, and the camera was now capturing the look on your face, the way you were biting your lips and clenching your jaw, teary eyes from the intensity of the pleasure. You felt Jungkook’s hands squeeze into your tits, his cock pounding your sweet spot mercilessly, and that sent you over the edge.

"FUCK!" You screamed, cumming on his cock, pussy convulsing around him, your legs trembling. You buried your face in the pillows, muffling your cries, and he stopped thrusting, allowing you to ride out your orgasm on his cock on your own pace.

When you were all spent, Jungkook pulled out of you and took the camera, pointing it down at your face as he started to rub himself off, a few pumps later and he was spilling his cum onto your face, some of his load getting in your hair. He groaned, his body jerking forward from his climax, and the camera caught the whole thing, the lens zooming in on the streaks of white on your face.

“And… remove.”

“Huh? What are you doing?” You asked, voice hoarse from the screaming, and he reached over to grab a tissue from the nightstand, wiping the cum from your face.

“Sorry, but you won’t be sending in any audition tapes, After today… I won’t allow any man to see you in this way, this is only for my eyes and mine only.” And without warning, he pressed his lips against yours.

[san8ny]

Knee Socks.

an: i got like 2 other works lined up, but here’s some slowburn, emphasis on burn; the smallesttt of nsfw at the end by ellie; ARCTIC MONKEYS REFERENCE?!

Ellie's gaze involuntarily flicks downwards, her eyes taking in the sight of your shorts riding up your thighs. She's mesmerized by the softness of skin, the curves of your body, the way you’re innocently watching the show— you, who was unaware of the perverse heat Ellie was supressing herself, rubbing her olive toned thighs together in an uncomfortable manner.

She wants to reach out and touch, but she knows that's the last thing she should be thinking about. She's already a mess of emotions as it is, and adding desire to the mix would only make things worse. Surely it wasn’t her fault to think like this?

"Are you comfortable?" Ellie rasps out, unable to help herself from asking the question, who wouldn’t? A pretty girl sprawled on her comically animated bedsheets, her plain black work shorts hugging her upper thighs, revealing soft inner-thigh pudge with little stickers of celllulite,

“uh-huh” you reply back sweetly, looking over your shoulder to where Ellie sits against the pillows near the headboard while you’re layed on your stomach near the foot of the bed, I’ll get a better view here you’d told her earlier when you two got back from work and began hanging out at her place. Oh, did she mention you two met eachother at work?

She still remembers the way she would follow you around everywhere when you were showing her around the place, teaching her the ropes. Ah, make sure you don’t get here thaaat late, ‘aight? Manager is pretty chill but she’s kinda bitchy during rush mornings, you’d said with warm eyes and a downturned smile right before walking away.

"Good," Ellie replies quietly, now being brought back to where you two currently lazed on her comforter. She can't help but also notice how your shirt has ridden up slightly, revealing the ittiest sliver of your lower back. She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes glued to the exposed skin. She wants to trace her fingers over the soft expanse of flesh, but she forces herself to stay still.

“When are they gonna kiss already?” You exclaim clearly edged on from the show, your elbows giving up as you face-fall fully onto the bed now; the fabric of your shirt slightly twists around your waist, “All this talk is making me wanna sleep.” you say muffled into the bed,

The said bed creaks ever so slightly as Ellie scoots forward, “That eager to see people make-out? Crazyyy..” She snorts, finding her hands lightly beginning to massage at your calves.

You melt into the touch, airily giggling as you back up into her alittle; it wasn’t uncommon for you two to massage each other after a long shift yall worked, We’ll save money you told eachother that day.

propping your head up, you lay it on folded forearms instead, the attention on the show is long-gone; all that could really be focused on was how skilled the auburnette was as she kneaded at tensed muscles; Had the temperature gone up? You groan when her hands roam up your thigh, now making their mark at somewhere that had been sore for time, a slightly healed injury you’d gotten during an accident at work where you pulled a muscle,

“Yeah? Right ‘ere?” She mumbles to you, readjusting her position on the bed to slightly hover over the back of your hips as she works deep circles into place you hadn’t even thought were knotted, “Mhm..” you hum back, glossy orbs now closed as you enjoy the sensational warmth that came over your body. God, she was a pro.

Ellie’s hands now began to climb to your hips, her thumbs drawing figure 8’s with the rest of her digits tightening a grip on your sides for a moment before letting them go in short pulses. By now, her face was lined up with the back of your neck, slight hairs standing up as she lightly blows at it; a cheshire smile on her stretched lips when she notices the scrunch inbetween your brows. She wanted you to feel this as much as she was,

“Feels s’good Els..” You sigh contentedly, fluttering your eyes open and turning your head slightly to the side as you look to where she was above you, her upper body fully now pressing, and laid on your back by now.

Ellie’s face was lightly flushed, canines biting down on her rosey, chapped bottom lip as they drew slight blood; How could feeling you up feel so good for her if she wasn’t even the one feeling it? The sight brought a small smile to you as you sat up, Ellie now seeing the initiative to sit back down on her haunches rather than her knees, and not on you importantly. You slightly lean in, brushing her slightly sweaty bangs away from her forehead; “Thank you for that. I really needed it.” You gently say, cupping her cheek before dropping it down to grab your phone, looking at the device,

“Ugh, ‘almost 12, I gotta get going. See you tomorrow at work?”

Ellie doesn’t even realize how dazed she looks before running a clammy hand down face in an attempt to wake herself up, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll pick you up actually.”

You nod as you two make yourselves out of her dark room, and into the dimly lit hallway, towards the front door, “Okay! Bye Ellie, I had fun by the way!” is what you tell her as you skip over to your car.

She doesn’t even say a ‘bye’ back before hastingly slamming the entrance shut, sliding down the door as she buries her face in her once balled up palms; she spreads her thighs slowly, noticing the growing wet spot on her shorts as it dawns on her what just has happened.

You had her so fucked up.

[drudyslut]

what about reader is pregnant and rafe lovessssss her big and swollen boobs

i love this duo. pregnant/mom reader with rafe🙂‍↕️ so thank u for sending this in!

CW: pregnant!reader, titty sucking and grabbing, lowkey canon rafe, but he’s also down bad for reader n her tits.

note: there was two ways i could have taken this, and i chose this. hope y’all enjoy!🥰

He had always loved your tits. From the moment you had met him, Rafe was always touching your boobs in some way.

Whether it was grabbing at them with his hands any and everywhere, or laying his head on them when he slept, — saying they were his ‘pillows’ — Rafe was obsessed with your boobs.

But, since he’d knocked you up, and your tits had grew a significant amount — all swollen and big — Rafe was even more obsessed with them.

You were currently in the shower, trying to soothe your aching boobs when the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing catches your attention.

“Rafe?” you said softly, knowing it was him.

He didn’t respond though.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, shaking your head softly before you moved back under the stream of hot water pouring from the shower. Your right hand softly gripped one of your tits, massaging it softly to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling.

Squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on soothing the pain you were feeling, you didn’t hear the shower door open, or Rafe stepping inside behind you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist had you jumping, eyes popped open and a small scream coming from you.

“Oh fuck, Rafe! What’re you-” you tried asking, but his hands gripping harshly at your tits had you clamping your mouth shut.

“Shhhh, let me take care of you baby girl, you’re in pain, huh?”

You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut again as his large palms gently massaged your tits, making the intense pressure on them subside.

“Y-Yeah… They’re so swollen and they hurt, Rafe..”

Rafe shushed you once again, continuing the gentle squeezing and kneading movements with his hands.

A moan slips past your lips, “Rafe.. That feels..”

“Good?” He finishes your thought for you.

You nod your head, “Yeah.. So good.”

Rafe dips his head down, leaving a kiss on your shoulder and neck before he whispers in your ear, “Your tits are so beautiful, baby. So fuckin’ swollen and big.. Just wanna suck on them.”

His hands squeezed at your breasts harder, making your knees feel weak. You moaned again, Rafe growling in your ear before he drops his hands and spins your body around to face him, pressing your back into the cold shower wall.

“Gonna suck on these perfect tits baby, gonna make the pain go away. Just relax f’me, aight?”

You nod your head, letting out a breathless, “yeah.”

Next thing you knew, Rafe was lifting you into his arms, your swollen, pregnant belly pushing into his firm chest. You opened your mouth to tell him you’re too heavy for him to be holding right now, but a moan slips out instead when Rafe wraps his lips around your hardened nipple.

He sucked hard, nipping at the pebbled bud with his teeth and dragging it out before releasing it, moving his mouth to the other breast and repeating his actions.

Rafe licked, bit, and sucked on your tits, your mind going fuzzy from how good he was making you feel, the pain from mere minutes ago long forgotten now.

“Shit, Rafe… Feels so good, please, don’t stop.”

Rafe bites at your nipple again before releasing it and looking into your eyes, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart. These tits are so fucking beautiful as is, but goddamn, they’re so sexy right now. Swollen and big, gonna have to keep you knocked up forever just so your tits stay like this.”

You giggled, slapping at his chest. “I don’t think I can do this too many times, baby. My whole body hurts, but, I’ll let you knock me up a few more times to get your fix of my big, swollen boobs.”

Rafe smiled widely, his blue eyes shining with adoration and excitement. “Sounds good to me. Now relax, and let me take care of my girl.”

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[dilfl0v3rss]

mouthful

“please…please no more i can’t take it” you whimpered, your hands shielding your aching pussy from the lips of your hungry girlfriend. her dark grey eyes instantly shot up toward your face, giving you a deadly stare as her hands tightened around the fat of your thighs. “move”

a quiver was immediately brought to your lip as you slowly shook your head no. yelena just smiled, sitting back on her knees before moving towards her dresser. your eyes widened, the defiance in your body quickly disappearing as you moved your hands from your center. “n-no! i moved them…..please baby i moved themmm” you whined, sitting up on your elbows as you watched her turn around.

yelena gave you a small smirk, moving her hands back towards your thighs before pushing them towards your chest. “s’what i thought” she mumbled before getting back to work. her tongue traveled from your entrance to your clit, lightly sucking the bud before swirling her pink muscle all over it. “mmm you gonna cum?” she spoke into your pussy, letting the vibrations aid you to your orgasm.

“y-yea!” you screamed, your hands slowly traveling to her hair as your bottom half bucked against her big hands. she pushed her face deeper into you, licking and sucking rougher as she brought you to your fourth release. “mhmm” she hummed as you shook below her, the feeling of your wet orgasm caressing her chin. “one more mama. gimme one more and i’ll le-” the sound of her phone ringing drew your attention away from her, the sound of her annoyed groan already telling you that she was going to answer it, but you didn’t dare say anything.

your eyes followed her hand, watching it move from your thigh to the smaller device in her pocket. “yo” she mumbled, not taking her face from between your thighs as she continued to give you soft licks on your sensitive bud. by the small sound of the voice coming from the phone you could tell it was her best friend. “m’at the store. hot ashit out here by the way, but what you doing right now?” ymir said, the sound of chip bags moving around booming through the speaker into lena’s ear. a smirk crept onto her face, her other hand leaving your thigh to lift a finger to her pink lips. “shhh” she mouthed before outstretching her tongue to your clit, continuing to eat you out quietly.

“m’eating” she mumbled, grey eyes taking in the silent scream you released as your back arched off the bed. “aight well historia wants you and suge to stop by the house tonight f’some ‘family dinner’ she tryna have. i already called con and them. ion know why she tryna do all this but-” as she spoke, yelena put herself on mute before burying her face deep into your pussy, sloppily eating you out as she crept two long fingers towards your entrance. “o-oh my goddd” you moaned, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head as you felt another orgasm creeping down your spine. “lena m’gonna cum! baby please make me cum”

“ima get you there mama don’t worry, jus stay quiet f’me okay? this is important” yelena lied as she quickly unmuted herself so she could speak. “we’ll be there” she mumbled, letting her friend ramble on about her day as she obliviously wondered around the store. “what you eating man, m’hungry as hell and ion know what to get from this damn store” a smirk crept on your girlfriend’s face as she deepened the stroke of her fingers, curling them upwards to draw a sinful moan from your lips. “is that?”

“m’eating pie. we’ll be right back aight?”

a knowing smirk made its way to ymir’s face as well, her feet immediately stopping their movements as she listened deeper into her phone.

“you two are so disgusting i love it. ima hit you later tho m’finna call historia, think m’craving some pie too”

[rafescurtainbangz]

OMG Im begging you to write about "You and your friend teasing Rafe in the back of the car on the drive home from the bar" got me feral

Hehhehe 🤭🤭🤭🤭 gahhh here’s a little more on that for you bb. Thank you for your ask 😘

+18

Minor DNI

Cali grabs the back of your neck, pulling away from your kiss, smiling against your lips. "Fuck, Rafey. Your girl’s so sweet," she whispers, her voice hoarse from a night of partying. You brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders, quickly unclasping your bra while Cali works on hers. Your boobs bounce free, making her giggle, her hands instantly draw to your tits.

Topper glances in the rearview mirror and lets out a gasp. His mouth falls open, unsure of how to feel. "Yo, what the fuck is happening back there-" The car swerves as Rafe shoves him from the side, shushing him.

“Shut the fuck up, man. Let the ladies play. Aight?” He brushes off Rafe, turning his focus to the back.

“Cali. Baby… Don’t think we could’a talked about this before?” he whines.

“If I gotta tell you to shut up again, I’m kickin’ your ass. Plain and simple. They’re just kissin’, Top.”

"You're a lucky man, Rafe.” Cali coos, dismissing her boyfriend completely.

“I know. She’s perfect,” Rafe sighs as he cranks his neck to get a better look. His light blue eyes hanging low - drunk, high, and horny; just seconds away from crawling into the back seat himself. "Just pretend like we’re not here. Wanna watch you eat her pussy-”

“Jesus fuck!” Topper scolds. “Enough.”

“What, man?” Rafe asks through a taunting laugh. “You’re not enjoyin’ this.

“I mean… I am but I’m fuckin’ drivin’. I’m gonna kill us all.”

“Yeah - yeah. Don’t do that. I’d miss this,” Rafe grins smugly as he digs in his pocket. “Don’t worry, brother. I’ll record it. Topper narrows his eyes on Rafe, making Rafe roll his away. You a virgin or somethin’ Thornton. Why are you actin’ like such a pussy. Don’t you and Cals fuck?”

“We fuck. A lot. Okay?” Topper scoffs as he tightens his grip on the wheel.

“Then stop bein’ a bitch.”

“Yeah. Stop bein’ a bitch, baby,” Cali teases before deepening your kiss. Your tongue rolls with hers tasting the sweetness of her lipgloss and the liquor lingering on her lips from the bar.

“Fuck, baby. Keep goin’,” Rafe pleads. “Don’t stop.”

She works lower, kissing down your neck as Rafe adjusts himself. His long, thick dick pressed against his jeans. Cali wraps her lips around your nipple, massaging and pressing your breasts together. Your moans fill the small car, making Rafe groan longingly. You lay back on the seat slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Her fingers draw up your skin, setting your body ablaze as they drift between your thighs.

"Can't imagine how wet you are, princess," Rafe mumbles. Cali pulls off your panties, handing them to Rafe. “Fuckk.” He hums as he rubs his rough thumb along the wet lace, getting his answer. She grabs your legs, spreading you open further, pressing your body into the leather seats. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen. What about you, Cali?" Rafe brags as he points his phone at you.

"Everything about her is pretty Rafe..." She sighs. Cali dips her small fingers between your folds, spreading your slick, extending a hand to him. Rafe looks at you, getting the go-ahead from you before sucking her fingers clean.

“Mmm… mhmm. That’s my baby,” he lives as he tucks your panties in his pocket. "Dirty fuckin' girls.” Cali slaps your thigh, making you squeal and Rafe groan. She leans in, lapping at your cunt, making you throw your head back. "That’s right… suck her fuckin’ pussy, Cals. Shittt. You two are gonna kill me," he mumbles as Cali sucks down on your clit. “Let me come back there, princess,” Rafe smiles. You shake your head ‘no’, biting your bottom lip as your breathing quickens. “Just a little tease. Aren’t you, baby girl.”

[starfxkr]

trap!jj sees you crying and eats you out to make you feel better (esp bunny & kitt)

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when jj came home to find you crying on the couch it took everything in him not to blow up, there was noting more he hated than seeing you distraught, but he knew violence wasn't the answer.

instead he approaches you cautiously for once, slipping in the bed next to you, "now what's with the waterworks huh pussycat?" he gently placed a ringed hand on the exposed flesh of your waist and you could't help but shiver at the feeling of the cool metal.

"I don't wanna talk about it," you shift to face him with a pout on your face, not your normal petulant expression—one of genuine distress, as tears well up in your eyes. “god i feel so stupid crying about it.”

the sight of you made him ache. try as he might to sheild you from the hurt and the pain he couldn’t. he could only do his best to make you feel better.

“we can talk about it when you want aight? don’t worry your pretty self about any of that bullshit right now. papa’d gonna make you feel all better.” a rough hand reaches up to stroke your tearstained cheek with his thumb, when he strokes your plump bottom lip you take him in. “i’ll fix it….promise you i will.”

and jj may not be able to snap his fingers and erase your problems, but he can offer a little relief. his lips and tongue were always a welcome treat with the way he expertly wrapped them around your clit. he spread your lips and licked your cunt in long, slow stripes. each time he dipped inside your clenching hole your fingers tightened in his hair until your nails scratched at his scalp.

it was enough to get lost in you—to feel your thighs dhake against his ears as more of your arousal poured onto his waiting tongue. he didn’t care about any of his friends or crew finding out he was a nunch for you—as long as he was the one who’s name you called out.

he circles a finger around your clenching hole, detaching himself from suckling on your swollen clit, you ready to tell me what happened baby girl?”

your head was swimming so much you almost didn’t hear the question until he repeated himself, “i-it was rafe!”

he slowly slid the finger inside, “and what did he do? cmon tell papa, you know i got you.” the blonde returns to your clit for a few encouraging sucks before releasing you again.

“he-he told me you didn’t want me…that i was just a game for you to play like all the others. and that when he finally dropped you i would be his. but-but i don’t want anyone else i just want you!”

jj was so shocked he completely paused.

“papa?” you tried tentatively, raking your hands through his sweaty hair in efforts for him to say something.

he leaned up from where he was laying between your legs, fingers resuming their steady pace inside your pussy, “i want you to listen to me okay?” he grabbed your face to maintain eye contact, “aint shit out there for me but you. no other bitches. and rafe cameron will be a dead man before he touches you.” his fingers speed up but he doesn’t let your eyes close—giving you a gentle slap to keep your attention.

“you’re my baby aight? this right here? is mine.” his palm comes up to rub against your clit, essentially allowing him to grab your whole pussy, but the other hand lays itself over your chest, “but more importantly this is mine. you’re mine pussycat, nobody elses. you got that?”

your heart flutters wildly at the confession-he looks almost desperate for you to understand. and you do, nodding your head as the tears threaten to fall, “i do.”

jj looks relieved at whatever he sees in your eyes and he visibly relaxes, “mhm thats what i thought.” he smothers your face with kisses, trailing them down your face, neck, chest until he’s back between your legs.

“this pretty little pussy is all mine. now hold these for me babygirl im hungry.” you grab your legs as he instructed so he can really get to work. dragging his tongue from your pussy to your ass so you were panting and squirming above him. rubbing your sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb as he swirled around your puckered hole.

“ple-please be careful m’gonna cum.” you weren’t sure what you were warning him about but he seemed to know. the thumb circling your clit quickly slipped back into your pussy as he reattached his lips to your clit and rubbed your tender asshole with four wet fingers—never pressing in just massaging until you began to shake.

whatever he wanted to say died in his lips in a grunt when you started cumming, quick little gushes that he lapped up eagerly even as it drenched his face.

the ceiling spun as pleasure crashed onto you, you were gasping so loud you didn’t hear your boyfriend speak, “easy now, you gotta breath pussycat. can’t have you passin out ion know how i’ma explain that one.”

when you finally came to you were wrapped in his arms with one of his hands between your legs massaging your still trembling pussy.

“how was that? feel better dontchu?”

“feel a lot better.”

“good good…you get yourself together and how bout me and you pay mr. cameron a little visit hm?”

jj always knew how to take care of you, as rough and dangerous as he was. there was no doubt in your mind that he belonged to you just as much as you did to him.

[chaussetteblanche]

hobie taking care of drunk!you

pairing : hobie brown x gn!reader summary : the ways hobie takes care of you when you've had too much to drink warnings : none word count : about 1k

You had been shocked when Hobie had agreed to come to the party. You’d been begging him for days to come with you, not only because you wanted him to accompany you, but also because there were a few people you were convinced he would get along with. Other anarchists and punks. His kind of people. It was one of your friends’ birthday, and a perfect excuse to drink just a bit too much on a Friday evening.

“Aight, I’ll come along, but the second they get some of that shitty modern music playin’, I’m outta there, you get me?” he’d warned the day before. You had just beamed, lifting yourself up on the tips of your toes to give him a sweet kiss. He had hummed, heading back to the couch to resume his Bakunin book.

He was now staring at you across the room, you were in the kitchen with a dozen other people, throwing back drink after drink. He had known it was over when you’d started mixing alcohols. He’d have to stay the whole night, even if it was just to look after you. But it wasn’t as bad as he had expected, a few friends of yours had interesting political views and made for rich conversation. He internally winced when he saw your behaviour alter, thinking of how shitty you’d be feeling the following day.

“Hobie!” you cried loudly, wobbling over to him. He had a hand out as soon as you were within reach, hovering over the small of your back in case you were to stumble. "You alright there?" he asked. You nodded happily and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, smiling widely. “How are you liking the party with these two?” You motioned to your two friends, who chuckled at the state you were in. “I told ya you’d like ‘em,” “I do, they’re very nice, aren’t they?” he chuckled as you swayed lightly besides him. “How ‘bout you come with me for a sec, luv?” You looked down, shuffling your feet which seemed unusually far from you. “Not here, Hobes, we can’t…” Hobie let out a bark of laughter at the way your mind worked. “Nah, luv, I’m not tryna have sex right now, but let’s ‘ave a drink, though, yeah?” “Oh,” you nodded, a twinkling laugh escaping your throat, “sure,”

You wobbled enthusiastically to the kitchen, Hobie catching up with you within a few quick steps. “Lemme get ya somethin’ to drink, alright, luv?” Whenever you were out together, he would always make you drink some water without ruining your fun. You didn't always notice. “Sure, baby,” you smiled, all wet lips and pretty white teeth. Hobie let his eyes roam your face before tearing himself away and getting a shot glass. He filled it up with water and handed it to you. “Here ya go, dovey,” You stared sceptically down at the clear liquid in front of you, frowning. “It’s tequila,” he added, hoping to make you take the shot, like the dozen you’d taken before. You met his eye, brows low. “Like fuck it is.” He held his breath, sucking his tongue. Curse you for being so attractive when you acted defiant. “I’m not that drunk, you know, I can still differentiate water from tequila,” you spoke, chin lifted high. Hobie scanned your face, holding back a smirk. Glassy eyes, slurred speech, no balance whatsoever. He knew you well. Of course you were very, very far from sober and of course you wouldn't admit it. “Just drink it, alright?” he pressed, pinching the bridge of his nose to cover his smirk. “Fine, I’m drinking it, but it’s only because you’re so pretty, okay? So, it’s kind of a ‘fuck you’, just so you know.” He chuckled and nodded despite not understanding what you meant.

You run off after that and he returns to his conversation about neo-anarchism. But he loses sight of you for a few minutes and excuses himself, wanting to check up on you. He finds you outside, trying to convince your even drunker friend to come inside rather than sleeping in the grass. You’re lightly shaking her shoulder, whispering to her. “C’mon, babes, come inside. You can sleep on the couch, just not here, okay? I promise it's so much more comfortable.” Hobie’s heart warms at the sight of you caring for your friend despite the state you’re in. “Look, if you don’t get up, Imma give you a real slap and see how you like that,” you finally threaten, fed up. Hobie laughs when your friend gets up, grumbling, and heads inside.

“There y’are, lovely,” he speaks warmly, “’was looking f’you,” You tear your eyes away from your friend’s retreating form and look up at him. He looks even more beautiful under the moonlight, his silver piercing reflecting slightly. “Were you?” “Hmm,” he hums, lifting your chin and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Was worried ‘bout you,” “I’m fine,” you assure, grinning widely. “Really?” he cocks an eyebrow. You’re about to answer and say that, yes, really, you’re fine, but your stomach lurches and next thing you know you’re hunched over, the contents of your stomach spilling out into your friend’s bushes.

Hobie lets out a curse and quickly gathers your hair and pulls it back at the nape of your neck, getting it all out of your face. He rubs your back soothingly, whispering sweet things into your ear. “It’s okay, let it out, let it all out, baby, you’ll feel better afterwards.” When you’re done, he hands you a Kleenex and wipes your teary eyes, pouting slightly. “I’m so sorry, that was so fuckin’ disgusting,” you moan. He would probably be disgusted with you for weeks and would never want to ever look at you again. Your eyes started to well with tears. “Luv, y’know I don’t care ‘bout none of that,” he grins, kissing your cheek. “How ‘bout we get ya home, yeah?” “Yeah,” you look down, “that’s probably a good idea,”

When you’re back at his apartment, you shower together, and he helps you into bed. You’re out like a light, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, placing an Ibuprofen and a glass of water on your nightstand for the next morning. He smiles softly when you turn around to face him when he slides between the covers, your gentle breath fanning his face. You were a dumbass sometimes, but you were still his dumbass.

[rrenzwrld]

sound of my heart

ony x black reader

first ony piece! i literally just wrote what came to my mind so i’m not sure what’s happening, gets toxic at the end? idk but i wanna write for him more just not anything this…weird. but if you want more of this specific thing, lmk!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“i’ll pick you up at 8, okay? what do you wanna eat so i can have it when i get you.”

“it doesn’t matter. you know i’ll eat anything.” you heard ony suck his teeth over the phone.

“y/n. you do this all the time.”

“and i’m gonna tell you the same thing, all the time.” you giggled.

“whatever man, i’ll pick you up some tacos or something. just be ready when i get there, aight?”

“mhm.” and with that you hung up to start putting on some decent clothes.

you went to your closet and put on a white tshirt, forest green cargo pants, your new balance, and a gray hoodie. you topped off the outfit with a navy blue hat ony gave you with a tote bag. by the time you got yourself together, ony had texted you saying he was outside of your dorm.

“you meeting ony?” your roommate, jadeja knew by this time that whenever you put something other than sweats and a beanie on, you were probably going to see your boyfriend, ony.

“yeah, i’ll be back though. i’ll text you if i stay out later than planned.”

“okay~have fun!” she winked which made you roll your eyes before going downstairs.

when you got outside, ony was on his phone until he looked up and saw you. a smile instantly appeared on his face as he outstretched his arms to you for a nearly bonecrushing hug.

“i missed you so fuckin much.”

“i can tell.” you giggled while your arms were wrapped around his torso. you didn’t see ony as much anymore just because of all the away games he’s been on. whenever he was on campus, he tried to use those days to spend time with you even if it wasn’t a lot.

“i thought you brought food.” you pouted slightly.

“damn, you worried about the food than me.” he laughed but you felt bad immediately and he saw that. “you know i’m just fuckin with you. it’s in the car.”

once the two of you got to riding, you stopped somewhere to eat your food.

“so, where we going?”

“just a lil party jalen’s throwing. wanted to pop out for him for a lil bit then we can leave.” he knew how much you really didn’t like parties but you didn’t mind it if he was around.

are you listening?

“i would’ve dressed better if i knew you wanted to go to a party—“

“nah you look good. you’re fine,” he looked at you and raised his hand to turn your face towards his. “you look beautiful tonight.”

“liar.” ony knew his effect on you and you knew that he did. he knew what to say to get something out of you and it was true, to him you were the most beautiful girl in the world but the way he said it could make you pool up right in front of him. “we’re nearly dressed the same.”

“don’t care.” ony started up the car and took one last sip of his soda.

“hm?” you heard him, you just wanted to see if he would repeat it.

he shook his head and started driving again.

“nothing.”

you and ony pulled up to the party and he was immediately bombarded by all kinds of people. you didn’t know what to do so you tried to stick by as close as possible. but with the type of person your boyfriend was, you had to let him be the social butterfly that he was. so while he was chatting it up with everyone in the room, you went in the kitchen to pour yourself a drink and stand around with others who didn’t wanna be in the midst of all the commotion. you did recognize some people from your class so you got to talking with some of them just to pass time but you could tell they were getting high and having their own fun away from everyone else.

“so you ony’s girl?” you nodded as you watched the boy take another hit of the blunt in his hand. “you cute. why don’t i ever see you around?” you shrugged, not really feeling the talking anymore. you just wondered where your boyfriend was.

“tamron leave that girl alone. she don’t wanna talk to you and you know how that man get about his bitches.” another girl, lydia, chimed in.

“see ain’t body even talking about allat. i just asked her a question,” tamron turned to you again after addressing what lydia told him. “anyways, why don’t i see you around? you don’t come out like that or something?”

“nah i just stay to myself, don’t go out often.”

“you too pretty to be staying in the house all the time.” tamron was gazing into you like he wanted to eat you or something and admittedly, you were uncomfortable but you knew that the weed and maybe the liquor was making it hard for tamron to notice that.

are you listening?

but before you could come up with your next thought, you saw ony move through the crowd to get to you and you were relieved.

“i hope yall not over here fuckin with my girl.” tamron looked at ony and smiled as if he wasn’t the main one.

“nigga ain’t nobody fucking with your girl—“

“nah tamron letting that blunt get to his head.” tamron looked at lydia and mean mugged her.

“snitch.” he mumbled.

“anyways, we finna leave. y/n, c’mon.” he walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you up off the couch. for ony to be moving this fast after seeming to be having fun, you wondered how exactly he was feeling. on the way out the door, ony said his goodbyes and of course people wanted him to stay but he was set on nearly dragging you behind him. something was weird about how ony was handling you so you stopped once the two of you got near the car.

“the fuck you stopping for? i said c’mon.” he still had a hold on your wrist.

“you been drinking?” ony couldn’t look you in your eyes so you had an answer. “answer me please.”

“yeah, few shots. why?” you could hear the slight slurring in his voice and he couldn’t stay still.

“i’m not bout to let you drink and drive. gimme the keys.” you held out your hand expecting the car keys but he just looked at your hand.

“i’m good.”

“no, ony. gimme the keys.”

“y/n..y/n,” ony laughed softly. “i’m good. promise.” you knew he was lying but he turned away from you and went to the driver’s side of the car.

“gimme the fucking keys! i’m not bout to let you drive with liquor in your system.” you never raised your voice especially at your boyfriend, but you had no choice if you wanted him to listen to you.

“i only had a few shots, that’s it. leave it alone, i’m driving, this my shit. get in the car, y/n.” he was steady stumbling and slurring.

“dumb ass can barely stand up straight,” you walked around to ony and snatched the keys from him. “gimme them keys nigga.” you pushed him out the way and got in the car.

“who the fuck you pushin…” while he was mumbling a bunch of nothing, he went around to the passenger side and got in. the ride back to ony’s apartment was quiet and tense. even though you knew he was drunk and high, the way the combination made him treat you wasn’t what you were used to.

when you finally helped him get into his room, you took off his jacket, shirt, and jeans before pulling a blanket over him. you didn’t have any clothes or anything to stay over so you called an uber back to your dorm and texted you roommate to let her know you were on the way in.

the next morning, you had a small conversation with ony before falling back asleep. when you woke up later in the afternoon, you had some missed calls and a notification from instagram. you checked it and recognized the account as the dude that was trying to talk to you at the party. you ignored it and got up out of bed. you noticed jadeja wasn’t there even thought it was a saturday but you didn’t worry too much after you texted to make sure she was okay.

although you couldn’t really take ony right now, that didn’t stop him from him letting you know he was outside your dorm. you rolled your eyes before getting up and going down to get him and brought him back to your room.

“why you being weird?” you sighed heavily while sitting down in your swivel chair by your desk.

“i’m not, i told you that. i’m just tired.” ony checked his phone.

“you been sleep since 9:30. it’s 2 o’clock right now.” you didn’t mean to sleep that long. “what happened last night?”

“nothing.” even though it made you feel weird, you felt like it wasn’t important enough to address. it wasn’t like he hit you or anything, you just knew it was what was in his system controlling him…which happened often when he got into a specific element.

“you sure?” you nodded. “positive?” you nodded again. ony did feel like something was off but he also knew you had a problem with communicating because you hated conflict if there was any.

are you listening?

“why are you here?” he looked you like you were crazy.

“fuck you mean why i’m here? i came to see what the issue was with you.”

“there’s no issue.” ony shrugged.

“sooo, can i get a hug or something?” no matter the energy, ony just wanted to be around you because he knew he rarely got to see you nowadays.

you got up and wrapped your arms around his waist but something was off. instead of smelling his natural musk or the cologne he’d use all the time, you inhaled a sweeter scent on him as if it was a smell another woman would use. but because you didn’t like conflict, you never said anything.

“i love you.” ony pressed his lips up against your cheek and placed more kisses all over you face, making you giggle. “so much. you love me?”

“of course i love you. always.”

after a few hours ony left and deja came back soon after that with a mutual friend, taylor. deja had been living with you since freshman year so she could tell something was up with your energy so you couldn’t get past telling her your concerns.

“you smelled some other bitch shit on him? oh nah, tell him!”

“deja, that’s dumb. y’know she not gon say nothing to that man and plus, why would he admit to another girl perfume on him?” your friend, taylor, was right. if he wouldn’t admit to it anyway, why waste time by asking? but you also didn’t wanna jump to conclusions and the only way to not do that was to get information straight from the source.

“maybe it was a sister, cousin or something.” you made an excuse

“she got a point…if he had another girl in his space, you have the right to know! and why would his family be down here and you not know? they live 5 hours away.”

“oh don’t worry bout it, texting the nigga right now…” you looked over and saw deja with your phone and tapping away on it.

“deja what the fuck!” you snatched it from her to make sure nothing was sent but the damage was done.

taylor covered her mouth, stiffling her laughs. “you sent it?? he coming over here?”

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

are you…listening?

[rickittys]

aight another thought: ricky switching from a soft dom to a hard dom (bcs you went bratty).

i’m like. not used to writing hard dom material? so this might come off as more jealous! or possessive!ricky so my bad o(-<

thinking about being his diamond plus one to a high fashion after-party with him. dressed to the nines in matching versace with custom made jewelry curtesy of your beloved ricky, you were basically glued to his side the whole night. <3 ricky enjoyed having his arm linked with yours, smile growing when he’d introduce you to partners and higher ups. “yeah she’s…even more breathtaking than the last time i looked at her. which was thirty seconds ago,” he’d gush, kissing your cheek while you grinned shyly.

at some point in the night, you briefly split up-ricky discussing the next season’s line with some designers while you spoke with a senior director and other partygoers. you were oblivious to the stares from various people at the event, some asking if you had a place to stay that night, if they could have your number, the works. from across the venue, ricky felt pricks of jealousy in his chest. it was like he teleported to your side as he made a show of tugging you by the waist. he rushed an excuse about an early flight the next day as he ushered you out.

once you arrived at your hotel room, you spun around in confusion. “and what was that all about?” you asked, brows furrowed. ricky was stripping off his clothes, staring at you with a gaze you couldn’t identify.

“did you..like getting all the attention from those guys back there?” he questioned, arms crossing. you tilted your head and after a moment, you laughed quietly. “oh baby, you feeling jealous?”

he didn’t answer, running a hand through his hair. you pouted, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “i mean,” you begin, pressing a hand to his chest, “i felt a bit like marilyn monroe, i won’t lie.” you giggle as a look of irritation graced his face.

“oh so the attention i give you isn’t satisfactory, huh?” he raised an eyebrow, leaning over you. you blinked up at him playfully.

“i wouldn’t say you’re lacking by any means,” you drawled. “but-“

“you’re talking a lot for someone who’s gonna get fucked dumb,” he cut you off, pressing you against the desk to your side. it all happened so fast- your back slammed on the surface, panties torn open, and hands belted together.

you looked wildly up at ricky, everything suddenly feeling stifling hot. his sharp eyes were glazed over with lust and a hint of anger, his buldge rubbing against you while he sucked hickeys on your neck and nipped your nipples. “might need to shut you up, make you behave a bit, huh baby? got a smart mouth but you’ll still scream just for me, right?”

his taunting made you feel small yet very aroused, you panting his name and mumbling apologies of “i was just kidding” and “you know i didn’t mean it, ricky…”

“yeah?” he growled, shifting. a loud yelp left you as he yanked you legs up and back, folding you in half. “maybe you can convince them too- i’ll have you screaming loud enough for them to hear.”

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Sorry Chapter 1

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“Do you even want to get married?” Jonathan Fatu asked his fiancé who rolled her eyes and turned her back to him to finish packing their bags. She was so sick and tired of having the same conversation with him. Everyday it was ‘ when are we gonna get married?’ Like, what was the rush?  “Dominique, I know you hear me talking to you.” Jon frowned when she still ignored him and walked past him to make sure theft had no belongings in the bathroom.  He scoffed and followed her, blocking her from exiting the bathroom. 

“This the shit I'm talking about Dominique. If you don’t wanna be with me nomore, Just say that shit. This is fucking torture.  Dominique's eyebrows raised and she looked over at Jon who was already staring at her with his mouth open.

“Excuse me?!” 

“Dom-” 

“No” He held up her hand stopping him in his tracks. “You know what?” she scoffed, she took her ring off her finger and threw it at him. “I’m done.” 

“Aight, so you going to get the scripts for tonight or what?” Jon sighed and stood up from the couch, ignoring the looks his brothers and cousin threw at each other and walked out of the dressing room towards the writers room. He just knew Dom was going to be in there given her best friend was the head writer for Smackdown. 

He hadn’t seen Dominique since earlier that morning when she threw her engagement ring in his face and stormed out of the hotel room.  He didn’t mean that their relationship was torture. He was just so in love with her and all he wanted to do was marry the love of his life, but she was making it difficult. Every time he asked about the wedding he got shut down or ignored and he was over it.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, opening it when Ishana yelled out ‘come in’. Dominique stopped talking as Jon walked into the room. She rolled her eyes as they made eye contact. 

“I’m here for the scripts.” He said, feeling his heartache in his chest. Ishana nodded and  got up from her desk and walked over to the stack of papers with a sticky note saying “BLOODLINE”.

“Here you go.” She said trying to hand the papers over to Jon but he had turned his attention to Dominique who was pretending to be busy on her phone. Even when she was upset with him, he thought she was the most beautiful person walking the earth, from her chocolate brown skin to her deep brown eyes that he felt were always staring into his soul.

“Dominique, can we talk please?”  Ishana shuffled on her feet and the awkward energy in the room. She tried to hand Jon the scripts again but he sucked his teeth and stormed over to Dominique, crouching down in front of her.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just frustrated” He tried to grab her hands but she pushed away from him. 

“No. You said what you said Jon. You said that being with me is torture.” Ishana’s mouth dropped open and she glared at the back of Jon’s head. Jon groaned and dropped his chin to his chest, letting out a deep sigh. 

“That’s not what  meant-” 

“Well it’s what you said.” She cut him off. “And I don’t want to be with someone who thinks that being with me is torture.” She stood up from her chair and turned towards Ishana. “I’ll see you later.” Ishana nodded and she and Jon watched Dominique leave the room. 

“You fucked up.” 

Jon sighed and stood up from his crouched down position. “I know, I didn’t mean it though.”

“I know, but you know how Dom is.” Ishana said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Y’all gon get through this.” Jon nodded, grabbing the scripts out of Ishana’s hand and walking out of the room. He thought about going to find Dominique but decided not to. He knew how she got when she was upset and knew that she wouldn’t want to hear anything he had to say. So he begrudgingly made his way back to the Bloodline’s locker room. 

“And his opponent. Accompanied to the ring by Jimmy Uso, he is one half of the Smackdown tag team champions.. JEY USO!” Dominique spoke into the microphone before sitting back down in the time keepers area. She was able to avoid Jon all day and she hoped that he would be professional enough to not say anything to her while he was ringside. 

She watched Josh whisper something to Jon and then they both looked over at her causing Dom to suck in a deep breath. Josh nodded and Jon got out of the ring and started walking over towards her. She narrowed her eyes as walked over to lean on the barricade in front of her.  “You wanna talk to me now?” Dominique’s jaw dropped open in disbelief. 

“You’re not doing this now.” She muttered, placing the microphone down so the conversation wouldn’t get picked up. “I’m not doing this now.” She corrected with a roll of her eyes. 

“Stop harassing her.” They both looked over to Randy Orton, who had made his way over to them. 

“Aye, this don’t involve you. Pay attention to your homeboy in the ring.” Jon glowered, his upper lip curling as he spoke. 

“Nah, you should pay attention to your homeboy.” Jon and Dominique looked towards the ring just in time to see Riddle hit Josh with a kick to the jaw that knocked him on his ass. Jon shot Dom a look before making his way back over to the ring, yelling at Josh. 

“You alright? That looked a bit heated” Randy asked and Dom nodded. 

“Yeah, i’m fine thank you..” Randy nodded this time, eyes falling on her left ring finger where her engagement ring should be. He smirked but said nothing else as he walked back over to where he was ringside to finish watching the match. She made eye contact with Jon who was watching her with narrowed eyes. 

After Jey lost his match, both teams made their way to the back and Dominique's phone had not stopped vibrating in her pocket. She knew it was Jon so she ignored it. Whatever he had to say could wait. Was she being too mean? Maybe, but he should’ve never said loving her was torture. 

Smackdown was finally over and she made her way backstage going to find Ishana only to run into Jon holding her tote bag. “How did you - nevermind. Can I have my stuff please?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Not until you talk to me, Dominique.” She rolled her eyes and stomped her foot like a child. 

“Jon, just give me my stuff. Ishana’s waiting on me.” 

“So you riding with her?” 

“Yes, I do not want to be around you right now, Jon. I really don’t understand why you don’t understand that.” 

“Because you’re my fiance.” 

“Am I? I mean.” She trailed off and turned her attention to Josh who was standing behind Jon looking beyond awkward. “Josh, would you tell your fiance that loving her was like torture.” 

“That’s not what I said Dominique” 

“I , uh-” Josh stuttered looking at his twin. 

“Exactly,” She then turned her attention back to Jon, holding her hand out for her bag, “Just give me my stuff so I can go, please.  I don’t want to argue with you.” 

“Whatchu mean go? Are we not going back to the same hotel room?” He asked confused and Dominique shook her head. 

“No, I decided to stay with Ishana tonight.” She said, still holding her hand out for her bag. “It’s what’s best for us right now.” Jon pursed his lips and thrusted her bag in her hands before walking away from her. 

“You alright sis?” Josh questioned, walking over to give Dominique a hug which she accepted. 

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” She said giving him another hug before walking out of the building. 

“Damn you okay?” Ishana asked as Dominique entered the car and slammed the door behind her. 

“Sorry Sha, I ran into Jon.” Dominique nodded and started driving towards the hotel. 

“Yeah, he came and snatched your bag and ran off before I could stop him.” Ishana said and both women rolled their eyes at Jon’s antics. “What caused him to say loving you was torture?” 

“He brought up the wedding” Ishana cut her eyes at Dom. 

“Okay…” She trailed off 

“And he keeps bringing up the wedding. We’ve only been engaged for nine months Sha, we have more than enough time.” 

“Babe. 9 months is a long time. You and I both know that man loves the crap outta you and just wants to marry you. It’s been all he has been talking about since he proposed.”  

“Yeah well.. The wedding is obviously off.”  Now at a red light, Ishana turned her attention to Dominique. 

“Girl stop playing, You know damn well you don’t mean that. You and the man love each other to death and this ain't the first time Jon done said some dumb shit out his mouth.” Both women let out a chuckle “ I mean you wanted to marry him right?” Dominique didn’t say anything. “Dom?” Dominique huffed and shrugged. 

“I think I do.” Dominique sighed and rubbed her temples. She felt a headache coming on. “It’s just like he wants to get married tomorrow and wants to start having kids and move into a bigger house. It’s too much at once.” 

“Have you told him that?” Dominique nodded and scoffed. 

“Yeah, he tells me that I need to grow up and that he needs more from me than just accepting his proposal.” Ishana silently agreed with Jon, but she also felt bad for her friend. Ishana knew Dominique too well and could tell that there was something holding Dominique back from marrying Jon. 

“Fuck it,  we’re going out tonight.” Ishana said sending a quick text message to Kayla and Carmella.

“Sha no - “ 

“Dom, yes. You need a night to unwind and relax and if we stay in the hotel all night all we’re going to do is get drunk and talk about Jon. So let’s go out, get drunk and talk about Jon.” Dominique sighed already knowing Ishana wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. 

“Fine.” rolling her eyes, Dominique reached into her bag to fish out her phone that she threw in there after Jon had given it back to her. Her eyebrows furrowed as her hand made contact with a velvet box that she knew was not in there earlier. Pulling the item out, she rolled her eyes as she opened it to find her engagement ring. 

“Meet you back here in one hour.” Ishana said, pointing her finger at Dominique. “If you’re not here I will come find you.” Dominique rolled her eyes with a smile and gave her a lazy finger salute, before walking on the elevator as the doors opened up. 

As the elevator doors shut Dominique finally let the facade fall. Tears threatening to fall as thoughts of her and Jon not being together anymore crossed her mind. It wasn’t that she didn't love him, because she did, with her whole heart. And she did want to marry him, just at her own pace. Jon knew about her hesitation towards getting married since their third date and he was still pressuring her to hurry up, was being engaged not good enough for him right now? 

“Please be with Josh, Please be with Josh.” Dominique whispered to herself as she unlocked the hotel room door and pushed it open, luck was apparently not on her side as Jon was lounging on the bed scrolling on his phone.

‘Hi,” Dom whispered as she walked further into the room, placing her suitcase on the edge of the bed. 

“Hey” Jon whispered back, not taking his eyes off of her.  “Can we talk now?” 

“Jon.” Dominique groaned, as she riffled through her bag, looking for something to wear. “I don’t want to fight with you.” 

“Well I want to fight for you Dominique.” She said nothing as she gathered up all her essentials for her shower, she was almost inside the bathroom when Jon called out to her.  “Do you still want to be with me?” 

That stopped her in her tracks, “Of course I want to be with you Jon.” 

“So why everytime I bring up the wedding, you get like this? I love you and just want to marry you Dom.” 

“Listen, we can talk about that later.” She turned around again but he grabbed her arm stopping her. 

“Nah, we gonna talk about it now. You my other half and I need you to fuckin’ talk to me Dom.” He said getting slightly agitated with her.  “Cause right now I dont know what the fuck is happening.” 

“Jon, let's talk about it later.” She stressed, trying to walk away again but his grip tightened.  “Jon let me go.” 

He shook his head. “No, talk to me.” 

“Fine!” She exploded. “You keep bringing up us getting married like you want us to get married tomorrow. Is that what you want? Fine! As soon as we land in Florida we’ll go to the courthouse and get married! Is that what you want?!” 

“No, that’s not what I want Dom, I want you to want to marry me. Not do it because you feel like I'm houding you.” 

“Buy you are.” She stressed, “you're pressuring me to get married knowing how I feel! I accepted your proposal. Isn’t that enough right now?” 

He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “Pressuring you? It’s been 9 fuckin’ months Dom!” 

“Yes, pressuring me. I accepted your proposal, I’m still here with you and if that's not enough for you then maybe you should go find somebody else then. Somebody who wants to move at your pace.” 

“Get the fuck outta here with that shit Dom. That’s what you gon say to me really?” She just huffed and held her arms out. 

“Well what do you want from me Jon?”  They were both getting frustrated. 

“ I just want one fuckin’ step from you just one!” He said holding up his index finger. “ I need something else besides you accepting my proposal. Have you even looked at dresses yet?”  When she didn’t say anything he scoffed. “See that’s what I’m fucking talking about!” He said, starting to raise his voice. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath “You know what..” he opened his eyes and Dom felt her heart crack at the look of pain in them. “Imma go stay with Josh. I can’t even look at you right now…” 

Heyyy 🙂

First chapter of the rewrite.. i'm loving it so far.. how about y'all?

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Hello muffin tis i, deluded anon with another ask. Tw for ablism i think? I am autistic and get called slurs and mocked for it by my family n friends, such as the r word n whatnot. If theres any issues that cause me stress like putting the cutlery away- they are too loud and hurt my head. Or if my clothes and everything touching me burns n pricks me, being mute on occasions i get told to get a grip n to shut up- then told off later if i was in public. They treat other autistic people differently from me n reassure them that its ok n valid but its not ok for me to be like that. Anyways i dont really do people and am attached to my teddies n plushies- they have feelings. I always take the most care with them n i dont want them to be uncomfortable, they all call me delusional and a not right for loving my plushies (and fictional women)more than them.

So what would happen if the reader were to be autistic and a maid in the castle struggling with some certain tasks and the rest of the maids treating the reader like how ive been treated (if that makes sense. Idk if i’m making sense) so readers kind of like the laughing stock for them, unbeknownst to the sisters until some maid rips a teddy or comfort item.

How would the sisters react to this? I dont think theyd like it nor tolerate it due to cassandra being autistic and daniela having adhd.

I’m sorry this is such a long ask and quite frankly too much of a self centred one. I have no idea if this makes sense- i apologies sincerely if this makes you uncomfortable in any way. Please dont feel pressured to write this.

I can 100% see the rendition of lion king being played out with dani 😂 she would without a doubt try n blag her mother into making her sister make up for being mean to her, like forfeiting a maid to her.



Of course! I’m very curious about this ask tbh and hope I’ll do it justice :)

A few things first up under the cut, if anybody wants to skip to the start of the HCs, it’ll be marked for you😊

TW: ableism, bullying

Let’s get into this! :)

Masterlists

Tbh I’m hoping I’ll be able to get this right! I’m not autistic myself and am only going off what I’ve read here and experiences I’ve been told about by friends.

First thing I want to say hon, is that you are absolutely, 100% valid.

Nobody- and this includes you- deserves to be called slurs or treated wrongly for such reasons. There is no justification to it at all. To treat you differently while claiming to be accepting with others is awful, and I sincerely hope you will find people decent and good enough to accept you, friends especially :)

Also- plushie superiority honestly XP What are their names?👀 Have you got a fav? Or is it an I-love-them-all-equally- situation? Honestly, regarding what you’ve said about plushie love not being okay? I call bs on it. I find plushie love is one of the sweetest there is, even when I don’t have that many myself, I greatly treasure the few plushies I still have. Heck yeah XD

Is the autism and ADHD for Cassandra and Daniela canon? Or a HC?👀 I’ve never heard of it

(Lion king drabble mentioned: here)

Aight that’s it from me! This all probably made little sense, because ironically I cannot comfort at all, I suck at it in most cases, but I hope I still got the key points across somehow XD

Let’s get into it!

(Beginning of the ask)

Bela

She adores you, with all her heart

Bela loves you so much, each part of you

She tries her best to make life as comfortable as possible for you

Even if she can’t always relate to your struggles, she always attempts to ease them

The moment you open up about some of the things troubling you, Bela takes action

She takes special care to ensure the new uniforms are made of fabrics you approve and feel comfortable in, and orders them as soon as possible

Until their arrival, Bela has taken it upon herself to declare to everyone that you are not obliged to wear the old ones

Nobody dares to call you out for working in a shirt instead of the uniform, the order comes from Bela, after all, one of the highest of your superiors, right after Alcina

When the new uniforms are delivered, you can’t help but smile. They’re perfect!

Bela has the old ones disposed of, thrown someplace she can’t be bothered to know

Next, there are the tasks appointed to you

While she normally doesn’t get involved all that much in the staff’s business and shares a mutual respect with the grand chambermaid, she does interfere here

She requests that you are not given tasks in the kitchen as to not get overwhelmed by the loud noises

Nor does she wish for you to work anywhere near the basements

Of course, your lover would never allow you anywhere in the basements, even outside of work, even when she is lurking down there

It’s for safety purposes, most of all

Instead, you are usually appointed calmer places, such as the library or even the castle gardens or greenhouse at times

Bela is flustered whenever you remember to bring her a flower from the outside in winter

Aside from all these things, Bela is your shoulder to cry on, and your pillar to lean on

She never fails to reassure you how much she loves you, and how things you consider as flaws are endearing to her

She knows, sometimes you tend to be quiet, if not entirely mute

After a quick check in whether you’re all right, and you reassure her, she smiles widely

Bela treasures such silence, really

She enjoys to spend time with you, and sometimes silence is just what she needs

After all, the castle can be loud already, especially to her

Wrestling her screaming, kicking and bickering younger sisters all day and night often gives her a migraine

She loves simply cuddling in bed or sitting together, reading together or simply relaxing

Bela doesn’t mind your quietness, and she can easily either make conversation by monologing, or bask in it, even go as far as to close her eyes

She finds these moments precious

She knows nearly everything about you- all except one thing

Life among the staff

Bela doesn’t know of the torment you face, not quite

She doesn’t notice your anxiety when they make fun of you, doesn’t know about how uncomfortable you become when they poke you for fun

She doesn’t know an old uniform has been retrieved from the storage and switched with yours specifically merely to amuse the other staff members

You grit your teeth at the wrong fabric on you, the uncomfortable one that feels entirely too heavy and scratchy

No matter how much you search for the new uniform, it’s hidden far away beyond your grasp

Only when all your duties are done can your change out of it and back into your normal clothing, just in time for Bela to finish work and greet you with a warm smile

You don’t dare tell her, too worried what the other maids will do

After all, Bela can’t dispose of them all

Then there’s the noises…

How often you are brought to the edge of feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed when maids laugh and mock you, forks and knives in their hands as they slap them together

Like sticks hitting a drum, maybe

You are not oblivious to their laughter as you bury your head in your brown teddy bear and fluffy, blue arm sized blanket

Soon, you are indirectly appointed to the kitchens

Not by the grand chambermaid, nor by Bela

You feel uncomfortable at the hands grabbing you by the arms and leading you there

Their reasoning? If you don’t clean up, maidens will be hurt, and it will be your fault

Aside from this, with more hurt maidens and their panic increasing, so will the stress your girlfriend will have to face over trying to manage the castle

They know of your love for Bela, and often use it to have you do things you dislike

Such as picking up all the silverware from the wet sink, drying it in a towel of a texture you dislike, and putting them in the drawers

Their laughter and mockery rings out behind you while you’re made to finish their work

Still, as torturous as all of this is, their newest stunt is incomparable to it

As you find yourself hugging your stuffed bear yet again and cry into its fur at the loud laughter around you, you suddenly feel it tugged from you

Naturally, you try to hold on

Slurs are thrown at you. Mockery

You hear a particular loud cry, a maid calling you a baby, just before you’re suddenly sent back on the bed

You’re holding your teddy- as is the maid tugging it

Tears well up in your eyes as you hold its body, your eyes scanning the unattached leg now dropped to the floor

You feel someone snap their fingers right next to your ear and jump

More laughter

The women around you laugh and mock as you sink to the floor, your teddy and blanket held tight to you as you attempt to grasp the leg

It’s kicked in the corner of the room, and more laughter rings out when you crawl after it quickly

More harsh name calling, until eventually you grasp it

Unsurprisingly, you can’t just push it back on

You aren’t sure how much time passes until your girlfriend finds you

You aren’t even sure when you wandered off to Bela’s room. It’s as if your feet just automatically carried you to your safe place

She immediately swarms to you, her hands hovering by your arms

With a nod of your head, reassuring her it’s okay, she touches you

She immediately feels the change of fabric of your uniform. She knows, this isn’t the right one

Still, golden eyes set on the damaged teddy bear in your hands

Again, she waits for your permission before she pulls you on her lap, knowing you’re so distraught now

She grasps your hands and dries your tears, and gently holds the leg one one hand, the remaining teddy in her other

“He’s broken”, you sob, and Bela is quick to assure you

“Damaged, my dove, not broken”

She promises, she can fix your friend

And true to her word, she does

Urging you to change, she allows you to search her closet for anything that suits you

You watch with wide, hopeful eyes as she takes a sewing kid from one of her many shelves

Thankfully, your beautiful girlfriend enjoys branching out and learning so many new skills…

You watch with wonder as she adds stuffing back into the leg, and even allows you to pick a color to stitch it back together in

Dressed comfortably in her larger clothing and holding onto her pillows and your blue blanket, you watch as slowly, but surely, your friend’s leg is reattached

“He’s on bed rest now, you know”, she teases, hoping to bring a smile to your face

Bela portrays this picture of calmness for you, but rest assured, the moment she knows you’re completely calm and happy again, she will personally see to it that such actions are punished

She demands to know what has been going on with the staff, and offers you your own room, should you not want to move into hers

Bela smiles in self satisfaction as she hand picks the new recruits for cadou experiments, hunts, and, of course, Cassandra’s birthday presents ;)

Cassandra

She cares a lot about you, and is incredibly protective of you

Cassandra tries her best to make you comfortable

She knows, her fast, often dangerous and hectic movements can intimidate or scare away most. She doesn’t want that to happen with you

While Cassandra isn’t the best at listening, she takes in all you say whenever you are made uncomfortable by something

Such as the clanging of her weapons when she carelessly drops them all on a big pile

Her heart breaks a little when you cover your ears at the loud noise caused by metal hitting metal

Was she a dog, her ears would droop down

Instead, she immediately apologizes and tries to still the rocking blades

She makes sure not to clank them against one another again, instead is careful to place them down one by one

She grins widely whenever this earns her a kiss and a smile of yours

Her efforts are certainly not dismissed and ignored!

Then, there’s of course your like and dislike towards certain sensations

She can’t help but giggle when you fall into her bed the first time you touch it

She has all the perfect fabrics!

Cassandra is very picky as it comes to them, too

Her dress is tight, but soft

It doesn’t scratch along her skin and isn’t too soft to make her feel droopy. It’s just perfect to her

Her bed equals this

Soft, satin sheets she likes, and a few large pillows. Not too much, just enough for her to sleep comfortably

You love wearing her clothing. It’s perfect and doesn’t irritate your skin

In return, Cassandra doesn’t mind lending it to you, even if you don’t quite fit into it

All her clothing is custom made, such as Alcina’s dresses and the typical black dresses all three sisters like to wear

The crafter? None other than the famous other Lady of the village

Cassandra makes it a point to ask Donna for clothing made in your size. In return, she is ready to send across a few of the castle’s finest cooking ingredients

It’s working out well, and often she likes to surprise you with a new clothing item of your choice, made of a fabric of your choice

Cassandra doesn’t care for fabrics, merely the feel of them

She allows you to take charge whenever it comes to picking the right ones out

In the beginning, you worry Cassandra will mind your occasional silence

You’re all too happy to notice: she doesn’t

Cassandra talks often, but isn’t quite one for conversation

She likes monologuing, knowing you’re listening to her as she rants about her hunts and her sisters

She doesn’t take your silence as disrespect, though at times randomly reminds herself to check in whether you’d like her to keep talking or stay silent as well for some peace and quiet

She likes to bask in such silence sometimes, to have her head on your lap and play with a few of her flies while you stroke her soft hair

Another thing she’s surprised you by is regarding your stuffed animals

While she hasn’t quite got the connection to them you have, she respects it

Though, she will not allow all of them in her bed. She wants that space all to herself

Still, she is mindful to keep a corner of the bed empty for your stuffed animals, and only growls playfully when you shower them in love, subtly reminding you to place a kiss to her forehead, too

She can’t help but be a little clingy sometimes, after all

Cassandra doesn’t fault you for preferring plushies to humans. She isn’t exactly a fan of them either and rather sees them as nuisances or means to an end, after all

All except you. You’re her precious little human

And Cassandra wants to keep you safe at all times

Yet, there are things even she cannot seem to keep you safe from

Such as the staff members

You know, Cassandra doesn’t get involved with the maiden’s affairs unless to drag one to the basement

She is therefore unaware of the pokes and laughter that follow you sometimes

The slurs whispered your way… you know Cassandra would have their heads for it, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to tell her

And they know it all too well

Your heart hurts when they talk to you, and in time, you know the only reason for this are dares

Dares, from one maid to another, to talk to you

Entertainment, as they chat and mock you subtly, trying to see how long it takes you to notice

You try to brush it off. To not let it bother you

Cassandra surely wouldn’t let it bother her! She seems so powerful…

Their words regarding this sting. How she could be with someone like you

When you’re allowing them to walk all over you

Some freak, as they say

Their words haunt you hours later even, when your shifts end and you’re cuddled up against Cassandra as she monologues about this and that while showing you her newest dagger

Then, there’s the little stuffed turtle you like to keep in your pocket

It helps you stay calm sometimes, even with the uniform being scratchy and uncomfortable

Often they laugh as they snatch your turtle from you, instead throw her through the air, right above your outstretched hands as you attempt to catch your precious friend

All other stuffed animals are kept safe in Cassandra’s room. All but this one

No one would dare venture into her territory merely to taunt you

No maid is this foolish

You gasp when the turtle is thrown yet again, high in the air in the main hall, right above your hands even as you jump to reach it

Your eyes widen when your precious stuffed animal lands right in the fireplace

Thankfully, not a lit one. It’s summer, thankfully, and the castle is warm enough as it is

But it’s hot, and dirty, and smears black dust and ashes all over the green fur

“Freak”, they taunt as they pass you, crying and attempting to wipe the dirt off

Cassandra finds you easily, having heard your fast heartbeat indicating your panic attack even from the basement

You can merely look up at her as she kneels down, her gloves easily pulled down by her teeth as she holds the little turtle

She’s very careful no blood is smeared on it or you, and opts for staying a little distant upon realising she’s covered in it nearly from head to toe

You don’t seem to mind, you can only look at the turtle, impossibly small in Cassandra’s large hands as strong fingers rub over the dirt gently

A stain remains, and you smile watery. A battle wound, maybe?

The thought comforts you only slightly

You suppose, a scar, a battle wound, wouldn’t be the worst thing…Cassandra has them, after all, scars littering her backside from challenging fights

She won, in the end

Upon demanding what happened, and hearing your tale, Cassandra sees red

She wipes the back of her hand against her lips to clean her bloodied lips, then presses a small kiss to your forehead before she swarms off

In the days to come, plenty examples are maid

Maidens are set free only to be dragged back screaming and badly hurt, begging for forgiveness as they are killed in front of the others

Others are immediately dragged to the basement

And the remaining two that have started it all, are devoured alive in front of the rest of the staff, Cassandra’s warning screamed from their lips

Never, never, will she allow someone to mistreat you again

She keeps a close eye on you, and often opts for having a few flies buzzing around you when you aren’t with her

Daniela

Daniela is a hyper little thing, full of energy and love that she wants to shower you in

She’s very clingy with you, but also incredibly perceptive

More so than her other two sisters, even

She picks up on your slight grimace when it’s dinner time and the rattling of silverware irritates your ears

Without having to tell her, Daniela is more delicate in her movements with her fork and knife- she was the main source of this noise after all, smacking them together because she is generally too energetic to sit still

Instead, she merely swarms around excitedly and annoys her sisters until the food is served

She also notices- you don’t like every clothing item she has to offer

Some just- don’t take your pick, and at first she is a little hurt

She doesn’t understand why, and worries you might think she has horrible taste

Or perhaps don’t want to wear a gift of hers altogether

Daniela tends to overthink fast, and quickly becomes a little hesitant to shower you in gifts when you don’t seem too happy with the two dresses she’s brought you

While she is all for comfort, Daniela doesn’t mind scratchiness of her gowns

Being put in so many of them for balls and events hosted by Alcina, she has learned to ignore the urge to scratch and the annoying itch caused by scratchy sleeves

Overall, she still loves gowns, and isn’t bothered by differences in textures

When you explain to her that you feel differently about this, it’s a little difficult for her to understand

However, Daniela cares about you, and if you tell her this fabric is bad fabric, she’ll tear it to pieces for you, as though you’re her fair maiden and she is the knight protecting you from the fierce dragon!

She often makes slashing noises as she does though, a little too invested in her fantasies

You don’t mind

You think her creativity and fantasy endearing, even

Daniela is curious, though. Often she will randomly swarm to you to ask whether something is good or bad, just out of curiosity, and maybe because she’s turned it into a game

She wants to see if she is getting better at telling what is good and what isn’t, so her surprises and gifts for you are ones you can actually enjoy

She brings you fabrics of gowns and shirts, food and drinks, and even once a very grumpy Bela to question whether her sister feels bad too

She claims she does, with a large, shit eating grin on her face, and you smile as her laughter is heard through the halls when she is chased down for such behaviour, likely made to sit and listen to another lecture of the blonde should she be caught

You find, you look forward to hearing Daniela complain about it

While Daniela can be very loud and hyper at times, and often enough you join in, she doesn’t mind times you’re quiet either

She had no trouble at all leading a conversation, either monologuing or talking for so long and so fast, there’s no way for anybody else to join in anyway

Often, when she notices you’re in a quieter mood, she’ll take control of the conversation until the other person leaves

In return, she only expects a smile, and a kiss to her face

Yet, as much as Daniela dotes on you and coddles you, there are others who are not as sweet

Others, who do not make you feel as welcome

Others, who dare make you feel as though you aren’t normal. Not “right”

The maidens at Castle Dimitrescu can be ruthless, sometimes, especially to outsiders

Being Daniela’s partner has made you an outsider

And having autism has made you their target

They thread carefully at first, knowing you are not only under Daniela’s protection, but by this also under Bela and Cassandra’s

Should they hurt you, it hurts Daniela, after all. Alas, you have three murderous fly women on your side

However…what they don’t know…

It starts off with a group of four who take, seemingly, immense pleasure in taunting you

Their hatred comes from being small minded, and jealous, yet knowing this does nothing to help you

They don’t understand- how come you get to wear a different uniform than them?!

How come you never have to clean up the table and wash the dishes and silverware?

How come you get to work in quiet, reserved locations and get to take so many breaks, while they are to work near the entrance to the dungeons, the screams of their fellow fallen maids taunting them

How come they fear for their life, and you never need to?

You are a target by far too soon

You often find yourself crying and hiding at your bed as they laugh and bicker about, silently wishing Daniela opts for a random visit and slays them all

She doesn’t, and won’t. She isn’t allowed into the maid quarters

Their shrill laughter and loud voices hurt your ears, and as you find yourself clutching one of the stuffed animals not tucked away in Daniela’s room- a grey, knit bear- they laugh even more

Soon, you are titled as a baby and inhuman for your affection towards the stuffed animal

You feel fear shoot through you whenever you don’t find him sitting at your pillow

Often, they wave the teddy in front of you, snickering and commanding this and that

They’re playing God, and for moments you feel as though they are the predators of this castle

With the wish to receive your stuffed animal again, you clean their beds and bring their plates, silverware and cups to the kitchens after supper

Usually, you receive your bear again

Not yet this time, it seems

“Go and get it, if you dare” they snicker as they throw it down the stairs to the basement

You gulp. You know, you aren’t supposed to go down there

No maid is, but especially you

Even Daniela has forbidden you from stepping in the cellars

You shudder at the memory of her truthful description upon being asked what lies down there. Monsters with swords and sickles, mold and blood, pain and the reek of the dead, corpses and torture chambers

But…your bear

You venture down as they snicker, and jump when the door clasps shut behind you

As tears sprint to your eyes, you hear a lock. No going back now, either way

You gulp at the loud whimpers and cries, and the distant screams and groans of the undead

It’s dark, and you can barely make a thing out

You jump when you hear a loud gasp from one of the cells and a hand reaches through the bars, as though to reach you

Immediately, you keep on running

More hands shoot out, some grazing your arm and dirtying your uniform, others mere inches away from your skin

You nearly trip a few times, the floor stony and littered with buckets, thrown over tables and chairs, dull knives and what not

It’s so dark, so that you can barely make out your own hands and the ones reaching for you

You shriek as a body bag drops in front of you, immediately taking off to run another direction

Again, you scream, when you run into something

A monster?! It’s so dark you-

“Uh-“

You blink at Cassandra’s voice, and upon opening your eyes, you find golden ones staring down at you

She seems almost unsure. You aren’t supposed to be in the basements, and were you anybody else, she would have already dug her sickle into you and called you a foolish prey for running right to her

But…you’re Daniela’s

You jump at a second gasp, and whine when another pair of golden eyes sets on you

Thankfully, these do not belong to Bela Dimitrescu. You recognize the light green colour shining through gold in them

Daniela!

She gasps when you run into her, quickly adjusting her hand so you don’t run right into the scalpel you can’t see in the dark

Immediately, her shock is covered by concern when she smells the fear surrounding you

She demands to know what you’re doing her, even if she feels flustered upon thinking you might have missed her and wanted to see her bad enough to venture into the cellars

Upon opening up about the bear, you feel her grasp your hand tightly

She promises, she’s going to find it with you

You nod shakily as Cassandra grins, having just received a reason to go upstairs and cause some more trouble along the maidens

With a lit torch held tightly in Daniela’s hand, it’s by far easier to navigate the dim basement

You realise the hands reaching out were maids, now backed far in the corner of their cells to avoid Daniela’s gaze

But the redhead doesn’t mind them. She is focused on finding your bear

And find him she does, after a while of searching

You nearly whimper when she holds it up between two fingers, the fabric soaked in blood and dirt and a rat having already started to eat away at its side

She hugs you tightly as she explains, it must be disposed of

It’s a major health risk by now, having been exposed to the mold of the basement and who knows what else

You spend the next couple of days entirely in her bed, cuddled up under the covers and crying your heart out between your other stuffed animals

At last, Daniela enters, a nervous smile on her face

You notice her hand behind her back, and lift your head curiously

“So, I know it’s not the same, but I told Bela what happened and asked her to fix it…”, she trails off

You can’t help but smile and cry as she pulls her hand to the front, a bear, knit nearly perfectly and in the exact same colour as yours, sitting in her palm

“She’s actually really good at this stuff. I made her make me an octopus. I named her Sally”

[drudyslut]

being frat!rafe cameron’s painslut 18+ only. TW: pain kink, degradation, aggressive!dom!frat!rafe, subby!reader, reader is a painslut, unprotected sex, choking, slapping, spanking, biting.

@obxfrathouse daddy got me writing this lil thing bc he’s been so dirty n making me so needy. love being his lil painslut.

you loved pain. a little pain with your pleasure always had you coming undone harder than you’ve ever came in your life.

and rafe loved granting you the pain you so badly craved. he was always doing something to cause you pain. slapping your face, spanking your ass with his hands or belt, wrapping his hand or belt around your throat so tightly you’d be left with his fingerprints or belt imprint around the skin of your neck.

he loved the sounds you made as he brutally fucked himself into you, his belt wrapped around your throat as one hand held it tightly, pulling your neck back in an uncomfortable position. “my girl’s a dirty little fucking painslut, yeah? fucking loves it when i hurt her?” you’d choke out sobs, nothing but pathetic whimpers, whines and moans falling from your lips as his cock continued to thrust in and out of you roughly.

you’d try and answer him, but his hand holding the belt would pull it tighter anytime you’d start to speak, his free hand that lays firmly on your hip landing a harsh smack on your ass as he says, “nuh uh, don’t fucking talk. don’t wanna hear nothin’ but sounds of pleasure outta that pretty fuckin’ mouth, got it?”

you’d whine, the sting on your ass from his hand making your pussy tighten around his cock. a low raspy groan falls from rafe’s lips, letting up on the belt around your throat, your head falls forward as you suck in multiple breaths of air. he removes the belt from around your throat, his hand making its way to your face and slapping you, hard. he chuckles darkly when you whine, slapping his hand over your mouth and shushing you. “shhh, s’okay baby girl… quit whinin’ or else i’ll shove my fingers down your throat to shut you up”

he leans his body forward, his chest pressed firmly against your back. he dips his head down to your neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh. your muffled screams have his dick twitching inside of your sensitive cunt. “fuck baby, pain really fuckin’ turns you on huh? my dirty fucking girl. loves being hurt n shit. fuckin’ pathetic.”

he bites down on your shoulder, pulling back and smiling at the fresh teeth marks he’d left behind, licking at them before he whispers in your ear, “‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up with my cum, aight? gonna fuckin’ take it like a good fuckin’ girl too.”

your pussy pulses around his dick, making him growl in your ear as his thrusts grow harsher and sloppier. you feel his dick twitch inside you, a low groan pulled from his chest as he spills his cum inside you while you soak his cock. he continues fucking into you, his teeth biting into your shoulder once more. “go on baby, fuckin’ scream. let this entire fucking frat know who the fuck owns this pussy”

noooot my best lmao??? i mean it’s not bad but idk. seems kinda shit to me. anyways, i love pain n pleasure 🥰🥰 hope u do too!!!

[frvnkcastles]

HARD PILL TO SWALLOW ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Frank asks you out on a date and it doesn’t go exactly as he planned.

Warnings: Feminine nicknames, implied PTSD, self-loathing (from both reader and Frank), hurt/comfort, some language

Word count: 1.4k

Author’s note: My self-esteem is nonexistent and PTSD definitely doesn’t make it easier but I feel like Frank would accept me as I am and that thought keeps me going a lot. Also, I’m trying to work on some requests that I’ve received, please be patient!! <3

Frank Castle was not a desperate man. He definitely wasn’t a man who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. Maybe, he’d admit, he could be a bit stubborn when he was in the mood, but he absolutely refused to be the guy who got rejected and couldn’t get over it. He hated those kinds of assholes — so why was it so hard for him to accept you had rejected him now?

He could have sworn you were into him. Shit, he was hardly made of confidence and self-assurance, but for a moment there, he had thought he had had it. Maybe that was on him for taking you for granted, thinking it was going to be an obvious yes.

Still, he had been nervous when he had approached you with the idea. He usually didn’t hesitate to dive head-first into risky situations, but when it came to you, he found himself with trembling hands and a lump in his throat. Although you were shy, you had had a flirty little something going on for a while now, and that had certainly boosted his ego — if you, the usually anxious type, leaned into his cheeky lines, then he had cracked some kind of code.

He couldn’t stop thinking it over. He had shown up outside the school you worked at, surely scaring all of the kids there with his menacing truck and tall and dark appearance. Suddenly, even the wildest children under your care behaved like little angels, and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you headed outside and realized what had the kids rushing off of the school premises. There he was, wrapped in all black, a plethora of bruises painted across his features like artwork, and a crooked grin appearing on his face when he spotted you coming his way.

”Frank”, you greeted him with a nod, adjusting the strap of your bag while shuffling your feet in their place. You never really knew how to act around him, something about him made your head spin without fail. ”What are you doing here?” you continued sheepishly, looking around only to find curious moms eyeing you and your guest up and down. The idea of you together only deepened the red coloring your cheeks, wondering what kind of a duo you were to outside lookers.

”I, uh, thought I could maybe pick ya up”, he shrugged — Jesus, Castle, that was the worst way anyone had ever been asked out on a date.

It was obvious on your face, too. ”Pick—pick me up?” you stammered, a nervous laugh escaping your mouth as you readjusted your backpack.

”Lemme rephrase that”, he cleared his throat, ”I wanted to, uh, ask you out. On a date, that is. Was thinkin’ we could get some lunch, y’know? You gotta be hungry after a whole day of takin’ care of these maniacs.”

It was right there and then that he saw your smile falter and the light go out in your eyes. Fuck, it made his stomach drop.

”They do let me eat here, you know”, you chuckled before reaching up to swipe your hair away from your face. ”I’m… I’m flattered, Frank, I am. But I just don’t, um, I don’t think that’s such a good idea”, the hesitation was obvious in your voice, and a little piece of you broke when you saw Frank suck in a breath and duck his head in a shy nod.

”Aight, that’s… Yeah, yeah, no worries, sweetheart”, he reassured while scratching the back of his neck, but there was no denying that the air between you grew tense and awkward, even more so when he continued. ”Lemme give you a ride home, huh?” he suggested, and only landing another blow to his confidence, you pursed your lips in an apologetic smile and took a step away.

”I’ll walk, it’s okay. I’m—I’m sorry”, you struggled, and afraid to find out what his reaction would be, you looked away and headed in the other direction. You didn’t doubt he would have still managed to be sweet, and angry at yourself now, you fought back tears while hastily making your way home.

All Frank could do was stare after you and chew on his lip in thought. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised — it wasn’t like he was a catch, anyway. He had more baggage than most people combined, and the cons to going out with him probably outweighed the pros, there was no denying. He wanted to be proud that he had taken a chance, but as he dragged himself back behind the wheel, all he could think was that he had fucked up a good thing for good.

And so, while he may not have been desperate, he was determined to try and fix things. That was what led him to your doorstep, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand and his best puppy eyes on display — not that he was trying to get your pity, but he genuinely wanted to mend the gap he had driven between you two.

You answered the door quickly after his knock, and he didn’t miss the surprised and maybe even scared look that crossed your face before you managed a smile at him.

”Hey, sweetheart. I wanted to apologize… for being a presumptous asshole, I’spose. I shouldn’t have sprung that shit on you like that”, Frank tried to explain while handing over the flowers, but you scoffed and shook your head at him in complete disagreement.

”Frank, you don’t have to be—”, you began, but he cut you off.

”Nah, hey, I get it. Fuck, I get it, girl. It’s probably dangerous and a lotta work to try and make it work with me, y’know, I just figured… you were worth it”, he chuckled, and you couldn’t help but throw your hands onto your face out of sheer frustration — none of it directed at him, but rather, purely at yourself.

”I didn’t say no because of you, Frank”, you interjected, your hands in the air as you boldly locked eyes with him. ”I accept all of you. Just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, I—I really… really care about you, okay?” you insisted, and stunned into silence, Frank gazed at you with soft eyes.

”Then what’s the issue here, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, and with your bottom lip wobbling, you hesitated.

”It’s me”, you whispered, your voice so weak under the weight of your words, you could barely get the words out.

Frank’s eyebrows glued together. ”Whaddya mean? Is it… is it work? Or..?” he asked, sincerely confused, and it only made it harder for you to explain without crying.

”No… No, Frank, it’s—it’s who I am. It’s who this… this stupid fucking disorder makes me. I’m not easy to love. I think—I think it takes a lot of effort to be around me, actually. You haven’t seen me at my worst and I don’t think you’d stick around if you did”, you tried to explain, tears streaming down your face despite your frantic efforts to wipe them away.

Silence enveloped the room in its grasp and your soft sniffles were the only sound to shatter it. You couldn’t help but feel like this already would be enough to scare Frank away; make him realize you were more trouble than you were worth, and you had never been more terrified.

But Frank… he stepped over to you and gently took a hold of your jaw, lifting your head up so he could look into your eyes. ”Sweet girl…”, he murmured, leaning his forehead down to yours. ”Even at your worst, I’d find you the fuckin’ best. Goddamn incredible, ya hear me? Ain’t nothin’ that would push me away, I promise”, he swore, ”you’ve dealt with so much of my bullshit… and you still don’t think you deserve to be cared for, too?”

A sob broke free from your chest, and Frank shushed you gently. ”To be honest with you, I ain’t lookin to just eat lunch together. You have my fuckin’ heart, baby. I want all o’you”, he went on, and a sincere smile stretched your mouth as you shut your eyes and nodded.

”I feel the same way, Frank”, you whispered, and breaking into a smile of his own, he licked his lips.

”Then… it okay with ya if I kiss you now, sweetheart?” he muttered, and with a quiet laugh bubbling out of you, you nodded rapidly.

And somehow, as his lips connected with yours for the first time, it felt like maybe it would work out for the best.

[bucknastysbabe]

Ser Criston Cole HC’s

So the uptight white knight himself. Criston Cole. I have thoughts. *rubs hands together* Let’s get into it.

Tags: SFW, Groomy behavior, Targaryen!reader, possessive behaviors, obsession, murder, attempted assault (not by Criston), religious fanaticism, MENTAL ILLNESS

Setting the scene- Aight let’s say the reader is a Targaryen. Alysanne and Jaehaerys last daughter, Gael almost had a child. In canon, she was seduced by a bard and impregnated. She committed suicide in 99AC. So in my version the child survived, Gael did not and the babe would be 2 years younger than Rhaenyra. Aemma and Viserys adopted her, kept it hush-hush.

She’s a sweet thing, overtly pious, definitely the crazy half of the Targ coin later on. The opposite of the willful and hot-headed Rhaenyra. Still Nyra drags her along into escapades. Even asks for her surrogate sister’s approval of picking Ser Criston as a Knight of the Kingsguard.

Rhaenyra and Criston still have their folly and she dumps him. Her sister watches from a distance, praying for the two to figure everything out. Alicent decides to swear Criston to the younger sister, thinking the other one’s piousness will make him feel better and secure. And at first he’s annoyed. He sees Rhaenyra in the other ones looks but nothing else— he’s trying to move on dammit!

Rhaenyra is hip to hip with Ser Harwin now, even if married. Criston is stewing in jealousy, even snapping at the poor younger sister. His chest twisted when she sniffled and asked to go to the sept. She stayed in her quarters for the rest of the day, then called Criston in before dinner.

She had made a fine needlepoint piece displaying the imagine of the warrior— but they bore the garb of his station. On that day Criston decided to leave his anger behind and treat his sworn princess how she should be treated. The girl is DELIGHTED. Even makes the Knight sit through her readings and ramblings about the Seven, he actually pays attention. The big man is often spotted next to the dainty Targaryen in the Godswood, being read to.

She turns 17 and Criston is having a Crisis. He knows they’re going to marry her off and scares off any lordling sniffing around the keep. The dreamy princess is hardly aware, just enjoys his company. She holds his hand once and asks him to pray with her. Criston Cole’s broken heart felt mended for a change. He would serve any man’s head on a platter for his princess.

Walking from the Great Sept, they get separated. The knight is frantic, shoving people aside and threatening lives. He chokes out a gold cloak until they spill of a raucous down a nearby alley. Criston sprints and finds his dear girl being stripped and groped by vagrants. His heart cracks and vision goes red at the sound of her tears and sobbing prayers.

The men are dead. Cut into pieces. One’s face is gone. The princess is alright though— just shaken and bruised. Criston holds her as she cries. He murmurs, “I can’t let you out of my sight, precious, I don’t know what I would do.” She pets his hair and whispers, “I won’t leave your sight anymore. The Father blessed you with me, my very own version of the Warrior.” She gave him a chaste peck on the cheek, if tears mixed they didn’t make a comment.

Criston stands watch inside her quarters now. He likes to see her face smoothed in sleep. He will soothe her when she has nightmares and sit next to his princess in a sturdy chair, holding her delicate hand as she prays. Sleepily she sighs, “I wish vows weren’t so serious.” Criston blinks— he can’t do this again. But he could.

His docile dragon knows of his past, prayed for him, didn’t even judge. Criston rasps, “I’d give anything to steal you away.” She replies, “Just keep the unholy lords away from me and I’ll have you forever. The maiden and the warrior come again, we can’t ruin that.” The knight nodded along, sucking in every word. He slept next to her in his small clothes that night, holding her body chastely. He would bury himself in her body and live there if he could.

Every man that makes intentions to marry the second daughter of Viserys either runs off screaming or ends up dead in peculiar ways. Criston’s princess gave him a kiss or something more each time he committed an act to protect their divine love.

Rhaenyra is getting suspicious. Harwin even reports that her surrogate sister sits and watches Criston when he trains the boys. They’re practically inseparable, and when they are it’s a pain in the ass. He’s violent and short-tempered, her quiet and melancholy.

Rhaenyra goes to Viserys and points this out. Alicent, eager to rid of another Black and get the white knight back on task proposes the idea of letting the Princess become a Septa. Viserys shrugs and thinks it would be good for her since she can’t seem to get betrothed. So in the dark of the night she’s taken to Oldtown, crying and scratching. Three kingsguard and two gold cloaks hold back Cole.

They both cry for eachother. Criston grows even more bitter at Rhaenyra for taking his maiden away. The pious princess walks into the sea, praying to be reunited with her Warrior. Criston’s soul turns to stone when the raven arrives. He swears to take down the dragon cunt himself. He’s too broken to realize Alicent was a part of it. The knight never is the same again.

[miyuhpapayuh]

Candydrip interluude pt 2

I think it’s time for something new…

Yeah, that's right, right there.

I hate to be candy corn, but when you snicker about

my good humor, you make my stars burst

“Okay, ima cut that clip right around the end of this line. It’s a sweet one, I’ll admit.” She says, already catching a glimpse of that smile out of the corner of her eye.

“You finally comin’ around, huh?”

She scoffs a laugh, find you something to do leaving her lips, making him lick his own.

“What I been doin’ for the past two hours?”

“Gettin’ on my nerves, boy.” She playfully rolls her eyes, still focused on cutting her clips.

He sucks his teeth.

She mumbles something under her breath, continuing to make some adjustments. He’s still seated beside her, silently watching her work away.

“Alex dropped off another outfit for you to try on. I figured while you’re here, you can take it with you now and not have to wait till Wednesday.” She says, looking in his direction.

“Is it another coat?” He asks, making her snicker.

“You have to look and see.” She points to a box on her counter. “It’s right over there.”

Heading over to see about it, he pulls the lid off the box, revealing another stylish pick from Alex; a chocolate double breasted suit jacket paired with patchwork pants of a nude palette.

“These are sweet,” he glances in her direction and holds up the pants, catching the smile on her pretty face.

“I actually helped him find those,” she chuckles, sitting her laptop aside for a minute. “He wanted to pair that jacket with either the same color pants as the jacket or something across the color wheel and I could not let you go out like that.” She shakes her head.

He snickers. “Yeah, he out here trippin. Tryna have me out here looking like a black Barney.”

“Oh my god,” she laughs and wipes the tear from under her eye. “You’re stupid.”

“Am I lying?” He asks, placing the clothing back in its box, before heading back over to her couch.

“Nah.” She replies, replacing her laptop back in her possession so he could sit back down. “He was trippin, though.”

“Good lookin’ out, shorty.” His long arm stretches out on the back of the couch, making her aware of how close he was.

“No problem. Name’s Roni, by the way.”

“Ohh, so we finally uncover the mystery of Miss director.” He teases.

She snorts. “Well, I figured we’re not exactly strangers anymore.. but don’t get carried away, I’m still a professional. We can go right back to Miss director, real quick.” She blinks at him.

“I respect it. No worries.” He nods, a ghost of a smirk left on his lips.

“What you smirkin’ for?” She asks, raising a brow.

“We still strangers?” He asks.

“Outside of this professional relationship, yes.”

“Hm.”

“What?”

“I’m thinking you should let me change that.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Why?” She asks, looking up from her laptop once again.

“Cause I wanna know what the rest of Roni’s like.” He answers.

“So, talk to me,” she laughs.

“Why not talk over dinner?,” he inquires. “You like to eat, don’t you?”

She nods, soon mirroring his smile.

“Aight, then.”

“Get to the question, so I can tell you no.” She says, snickering at the smile disappearing from his face.

“Damn, it’s like that?” He asks.

She just keeps on laughing.

“You gotta come a lil better than that.”

“I gotta get down on my knees?” He asks, causing the idea to swim in her brain for a little bit too long.

“Aight,” he starts to do just that, making her eyes go wide.

Moving her laptop to the coffee table, he’s on his knees in front of her, ready to plead his case.

You beggin’ for real?” She asks.

“Whatever it takes.”

“Why?” She repeats her earlier question, making him chuckle.

“I’ve already told you why. You intrigue me. I wanna know more,” as he’s talking, her eyes wander towards his mouth for two seconds too long, making her blink her way back up to his eyes, which isn’t any better with the intense gaze they’re holding.

“Mmhm,”

“I’m not just talkin’, either.”

“I hear you, Lucky.” She rolls her eyes. This time in playful nature.

“So, what do you say? Can I take you out?”

“I suppose you can.” She smirks.

He chuckles, pulling her right hand into his left. “I need a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’.”

Sighing to herself, she gives in. “Yes, Lucky. You can take me on a date.”

“It’ll be the best you’ve been on.” He says, before moving back beside her on the sofa.

“Really, now?”

“Guaranteed, baby.” He winks, making her cheeks redden.

“Where you takin’ me?”

“You like Italian?” He asks.

“I do, actually!”

“Good to know.” He nods.

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Finally finishing her work for the day, Roni plops down on her sofa and flips through the channels.

Her phone rings, and it’s none other than Alex.

“Wassup, AJ?”

“I shoulda known not to leave you around his smooth ass,” he says, making her crack up.

“What are you talking about?”

“You goin’ on a date with that man, for real?”

“With that fine man? I sure the hell am.”

“You better be careful. One of these crazy bitches might be waiting in the bushes for his ass,” he says, making them both crack up.

“He better protect my ass!”

“Mmhm.”

“Anyway, give that boy that coat, while you’re on my line. He’s gonna turn me gray.”

“He’ll live. Maybe if he lets me do my job and make some calls like I said I would, then he’d either have it, definitely or definitely not have it.” Alex snaps.

“Oh, he’s being impatient? That’s surprising,” she laughs, thinking back to earlier.

“Definitely tell me how this date goes.”

“Will do.”

“When is it?”

“Friday evening.”

“Can I style you?”

“What the fuck?! Yes!”

“I'm not sure if I should say what I'm thinking or keep it to myself,” Lucky says, laughing to himself as they're seated across from each other.

“If it's gonna get you chin-checked, I'd rethink it.” She smiles, earning another laugh.

“Nah… you look really, really good. I mean.. damn, Roni.”

Unable to hide the blush of her cheeks under the yellow light of the overhead decor lamp, she sighs.

“Thank you, luck. You clean up nice, as well.” He'd actually worn the outfit that Alex sent over earlier.

“That means a lot, coming from you. Alex knows his shit.” He says, popping his collar.

“I see!"

“Yeah, just give him credit for the clothes though, cause pullin’ it together was all me.”

She laughs, and he gets to see her pretty smile once more.

“You're so stupid,”

“Don't bruise me so early into the evening, baby.” He playfully clutches his chest, unknowing of the effect his nickname had on her.

Shaking it off, she skims over the lengthy menu that Maggiano’s has to offer.

“Hm… pricey, pricey.”

“Yeah, get whatever you want, beautiful.” He says without missing a beat.

“Yeah, how'd you know I'd let you buy my food?”

“You'd let me take you out and not expect me to cover it?” The inquisitive expression makes her laugh.

“Yeah, I would hate to give you something to hold over my head.”

He licks his lips, and she crosses one leg over the other underneath the table.

“I would never do that.”

“Don't lie,” she laughs, taking a sip of her mai tai.

“I'm not.” He sits his menu down and holds his pinky out.

Oh, how cute.

“Oh Jesus,” she says, before holding out her own pinky.

“You ain't takin’ me serious, and I'm offended. So, I pinky promise that I'll never ever hold anything over your head and do any other bullshit that these bums have apparently tried on you. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says, and their pinkies intertwine.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.” She bats her lashes.

He blows out a breath and sits back in his seat, telling her she's lucky she's as cute as she is.

“What happened to beautiful?” She asks, it being her turn to be offended.

“Maybe if you stop playin’ with me, you'll hear it again.”

She rolls her eyes just as the waiter comes to take their food orders, leaving them alone again.

“Before you say it, Alex made some calls about the coat. That's all I know.”

He snickers, sipping on his whiskey sour. “At least there's progress.”

“Yeah, cause I heard you're an impatient one.”

“Persistent is the word I'd use. Alex been givin' me the runaround, don't let him fool you.”

“Persistent is the perfect word for you, I agree.”

“Damn, I can't win huh?”

“Hey, you're the one who got down on your knees.” She shrugs before taking a longer sip.

“Cause you weren't taking me seriously.” He reiterates, earning another pretty chuckle from her.

“I'm glad my suffering is amusing,” he adds.

“Oh, relax. It's just so easy to get you, I can't help it.”

He sucks his teeth.

“It was kinda cute…” she admits, rolling her eyes at that damn smirk of his.

“It was, huh?”

“And that's exactly why I'll never admit to anything else.”

“Oh, come on, maybe I like messing with you too.”

“You proved that within the first five minutes of working with you,” she shakes her head, “you're lucky you're as cute as you are.”

“Where'd handsome go?”

“Same place beautiful went.” She quips.

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Between the wonderful food, two more mai tais and his teasing ass, Roni was internally hanging on by a thread.

“I'm gonna get away from you, before you get me in trouble.”

How he'd convinced her to come back to his place, she wasn't too sure, herself.

“I'm that bad?” He asks, leaning in a bit, making her eye him; the fierceness in her stare had been replaced with something much more potent.

“Too smooth for your own good,” she answers, realizing how right Alex was at this moment.

“Is that a bad thing?”

He'd gotten closer to her, and his woodsy scent was making her all types of dizzy.

“No,” she breathily responds, before leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him.

A grunt leaves him as he slides his tongue in her mouth, tangling with hers, soon pulling her into his lap.

Tasting the whiskey on his tongue and lips, she swore it added to her own intoxication.

Once his kisses trailed over to her neck, she took a moment to breathe, unable to stop the whimper that leaves her as his tongue glides across her ticklish spot.

“Want me to stop?”

The moment she shook her head, they were greenlit to get into the trouble she'd been referring to.

The next morning, the blissful moments the two shared buzzed around her sober mind as she headed into work.

Alex was the first to greet her, immediately pulling her to the side to grill her and find out the fine details of their date.

“You spread it low and wide for that man?!” He whisper-yells, making her cackle.

“I'll do it again, too.” She answers. “Now, tell me that boy can have that coat.”

“Shit, I think he earned it after that, don't you think?” He smirks.

“Whatchu think I'm askin' for?” She quips.

He sighs and heads into his side room, grabbing the teal box with a matching bow off the table and comes out with it in hand.

“For lover boy,” he says, handing it to her.

“Aw, you already had it ready! Thank you! I'll be right back.”

Heading back down the hall, she finds him in the lobby with his head in his phone.

Her scent hits his nose and he looks up, an instant smile spreading across his face.

“Hey, beautiful.” He greets her with a hug and kiss on the forehead.

“Hey, handsome. I got something for ya.” She cheeses, handing him the box.

He squints at her before removing the top, gasping at the sight of the pink coat and pulling her into another hug.

“You a real one for this, Roni.”

“Alex made the calls, but sure, I'll take all the credit.” She snickers.

“I gotta thank his big headed ass, too. But for real, I know I been buggin’ you about it.”

She shrugs. “It was no problem, really. You're kinda cute when you're being a pest.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm.”

“Can I bug you for another date?”

“It depends on if I'm free or not,”

“Friday?”

“Mmm.. what time?”

“What time are you free?”

“I get outta here at six.”

“I'll be here.”

“I guess you've got yourself a date, then.”

“You guess, huh?”

“That's what I said.”

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