#like girl !!! hes just some guy !!!! hit him with your car !!!!!! [reference ]

[vintageghoststories]

not to be too personal but actually maybe perhaps this fucking sucks.

[clitorphosis]

SPIT TO SEE THE SHINE

Vendetta Leon S. Kennedy x reader |18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, KIDNAPPING, DUB CON, smut, age gap (reader is in 20s, Leon is 37) female reader, abusive relationship, implied alcoholism, stockholm syndrome, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, use of ‘daddy’ (not a lot), implied erectile disfunction lmao, victim blaming, fingering, implied physical and sexual violence, forced breeding.

Summary: life gets lonelier after 30s, the realization hits harder Leon and the way to cope with it is to get his hands on alcohol… too bad booze tends to encourage him to not be a good man - ending up with a younger girl in his apartment. Maybe it is a grave mistake, but Leon is just a man and who doesn’t make them? notes: uhm, this may be a lil bit self indulgent, sorry for that :3 I DONT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE!!! reblogs, asks and any kind of feedback or interaction are really appreciated! :3

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

Mama has told you not to trust strangers, the concern was referred to the men, but your ears have never held her words for a time longer than a day. Nor did you remember her words when an attractive, older man noticed you and was nice enough to ask you out. That night was supposed to be a little date, giddy and happy jumping into the front seat of his car. That’s the last thing you remember. Eventually, you can not fathom how this happened - the day later your head hurt as you were forced to swallow the hard pill: you got kidnapped by your date.

The first month was insufferable and painful, slowly growing out of your ‘rebellious attitude’ and memorizing his body language like a child in an abusive household. His gaze is everywhere, keeping you locked up in the room when he is not present, a reminder to you that there is no free choice. The food, clothes, and your free time were defined by Leon’s mood and taste which… Liked to swing, creating a mess for you both, not knowing if he was genuinely ashamed of what he had done. You hated him, dreaming about the day when his throat would be sliced, painting your hands with red just to breathe in the air of freedom.

Mama knows best. No, Leon knows best.

Sometimes Leon is mean, without hesitation, sharp words can be thrown at you when he is drunk. Blaming his misery on you. Trying not to be affected by them, not enough to avoid some of them as they cling to your mind - circling as a reminder.

“You deserve this, what did you think a man would want from a woman?”,

“you are better dead”,

“you asked for this”. Did you actually?

Sometimes he is the nicest guy around here. Showering you with tenderness and care, trying to have a normal conversation, but not daring to look into your eyes. Ashamed probably, which was bittersweet and pleasant, but confusing too. Like a couple. You promised yourself to not change the way you feel about him, even if he is sweet. Not like you have a lot of options now.

Certainly, Stockholm syndrome wasn’t going to avoid you, it didn’t take long either. You aren’t special and Leon looked so lonely, returning after work mostly devastated. The expression someone would have had while grieving over something not obtainable. Not even daring to look into your face, ignoring you until his hands do not reach the booze - drinking himself until his mood changes to a handsy one. Physical or sexual. Sometimes both. And Leon is lonely, he told it himself once. Naturally or not, anger has changed to pity, while hate is mixed with something affectionate towards him. You can’t help yourself.

As someone has said - from love to hatred is one step.

So the routine has become clear after a month of staying here, sitting on the floor and watching TV while Leon is behind you. Big brother is watching you - no, Leon is watching you. Drunk or not, monitoring whatever is on the screen is appropriate in his eyes. Not for too long you were concentrating on the blue gleam coming from the screen, illuminating both frames in the living room, now like a natural thing for you both - his fingers end up in your panties to rub your clit in slow and lazy circles. His chest is pressing against your back, focused on your expressions and squirming. His calloused fingertips press harder against your sensitive clit, to hear your voice. Your body is the biggest enemy here - like a Pavlovian dog, reacting to his touch quickly and eagerly. The skin of his fingers is wet and soaked with your slick already, in no time, filling the room with squelching and wet sounds as your moans become harder to keep to yourself. Writhing and trying to shift away, but your body tends to become immobile most of the time - there is no fight or flight, just freeze.

“You look so miserable. It is reassuring, so cute too” In misery, together. His tone is the one someone would use for a dog. Always using that one with you, but you are not a dog. Not like you have any other choices right now, other than taking like a good girl and not lamenting.

If someone would have asked you, Leon is shameless with you, not the one to be shy after a bottle of whiskey, even if he can’t get it up sometimes. His fingers nudge your soaked hole, which aches for his attention. It clenches around nothing, pathetically and you disappointedly whine at the emptiness inside you.

“Come on, open your legs, be a nice girl for Daddy” Leon cooed. His lips brush over your ear, not giving you a chance to do this by yourself - forcing your legs roughly to part wider. “So much better now”

Your hips shift, arching your back as his two fingers intrude into your pussy, curling sweetly inside it to push them at your favorite sweet spot - to enforce more moans at every jolt of pleasure hitting your body. Leon likes that, watching you squirm and open your mouth like a fish desperate for air cause of him. His grip on your jaw is tight, painful even - there are going to be bruises tomorrow and he will be apologizing like a madman.

“Daddy has been so miserable these days too, fucking Redfield is always hassling me.” You don’t know who is that. The sound of his hand fumbling with his belt and the fly of his jeans reach your ears, a loud noise of them falling on the floor. “Can’t even have a vacation, what would you do without me, baby?”

“Ughh…!” you choke on your moans. There is no thought behind your eyes, your entire attention is on your pleasure. Feeling overwhelmed at every thrust of his fingers, writhing in his hold while he is roughly pumping into your drenched hole, an uncomfortable wetness clings to your inner thighs - begging to fuck you already.

“Fuck, I am so sorry, sweetheart, but you are so wet. I can’t. Just the tip, okay? Sorry,” he groans breathlessly, giving hot and quick kisses on the side of your head. Sweet touch. His gaze darkens and his body presses harder against yours, feeling his erection press against your ass. “just… this hole is dripping, and you don’t look like you don’t want it”

You are so close actually, every thrust hitting your sweet spot, curling, and keeping the quick pace of his fingers make you almost drool while focusing on approaching orgasm. Too bad that isn’t on his to-do list. As much as he wants to see you cum, on his fingers or not, - his own pleasure is much more important, especially when his dick is hard. Whiskey dick isn’t so easy to get up these days. His fingers roughly withdraw from your soaked hole with a squelching pop, denying your orgasm. The emptiness returns and your sensitive pussy clenched around nothing again - aching to be filled again.

“So messy,” Leon mutters out, shoving his index and middle fingers in your mouth - forcing you to clean them, your tongue rolls and wraps around them, tasting yourself before he finally pulls them away. “asking for bad things to happen”

You can swear to God this made your clit throb. Wetter than you can ever be, or you are hallucinating, hoping this isn’t the case. Thoughts are quickly brushed aside when his cock is pressed in between your pussy lips, bumping against your aching clit while he rubs himself against your soaked and needy cunt that coats his flesh in your slick, lubing his length in it before he pushed his cock into you - Leon is not really a patient man. Yeah, just the tip, of course. Your velvety walls easily swallow his cock, stretching inch by inch with pleasant pain and letting it slide as he pushed in quick motion until his cock got buried deep inside you. Balls pressed against your flesh, while you can’t help but tightly clench around him, his chest is pressed against your back. Relishing how tight and warm is your pussy, the best and most calming feeling for Leon - to fill you with his cock for his own pleasure. Your hair gets tugged roughly, making your head roll back while Leon starts moving slowly. His cock drags against your walls, pulling out until only a tip remains inside.

“See? Only a tip” Leon mocks you, before slamming back in, bottoming out in one thrust. You whimper and squirm, but his hold on your hair is hard - the only way to keep you under his control. His hips start pounding into you, falling deep into the pleasure connecting your bodies. “Your pussy just feels so good, weren’t you made for this, mmm?”

His movements stutter as his pace slowens when his blue eyes make eye contact with the TV. You didn’t really catch on what was happening until his hand tugged your hair, directing your half-lidded gaze to the point of his interest. The sight of your image on the news, big words on the red background: MISSING PERSON. The former shelf of yourself is staring at you both, smiling brightly - not knowing there is no future for you. The volume is turned off. In this household, it is common knowledge that Leon doesn’t let you watch the news, every time getting agitated and avoiding you even more, when sober, which doesn’t last long after that. The mood swing was quick, every time it was like a loud thunderstorm, his hips make another thrust - cock hits your cervix and forces out a loud moan, involuntarily, when Leon’s cockhead grinds against it.

“This is bullshit, you know?” He hisses into your ear, giving another rough thrust to make you gasp pathetically, as he presses your head against the TV screen. “no one is coming for you. Why? Cause you are forgettable, baby, no one needs you”

“S-stop, Leon” you mumble in between moans and trying to keep yourself aware of what is happening. “T-too much, p-please!”

Your body feels like it is on fire due to the mix of emotions he provokes, your cunt grips his cock tightly while aching for your denied orgasm from before. His hand gives a hard slap on your sensitive clit, making you arch and flinch. Your pussy flutters, gripping him tighter.

“Shhh, I am doing a favor here” he mutters, yanking your head back, forcing you to look at the news while his pounding grew more erratic, intensifying wet and flesh-hitting sounds. His voice is loud in your ears, muffling other sounds, overwhelming as his cock keeps making rough thrusts into you with every word - to punctuate them. “Keeping you here, taking care of useless you that can’t do anything right”

He buries himself deep again, pausing again to relish in the feeling of his cock filling you, while your wet walls engulf him nicely - like a drug, inviting him to stay there and never pull away. Slick drips down your thighs, and his nose brushes behind your ear before nibbling on the soft cartilage. His hand gives another light slap on your pussy, the tightness of your walls almost makes him cum.

“Maybe a baby, what do you think about it, mm?” The idea makes him throb, sliding in and out more erratically. As if he cares about your opinion right now, his fingers tug your hair harder, but his words make you flinch harder. Tears prick behind your eyelids.

“No-no-no. You can’t cum inside, no!” He is not wearing a condom. Bad, too bad. Begging comes out naturally for you now, in between your moans. Fear coats your voice, as the idea sets in quickly - being trapped here cause of an unfortunate kid. “Not the baby! Leon, please! I’ll be good, please!”

“Of course, I can. Shut up. You like this” Leon hisses, keeping your head in a firm hold, so your eyes are set on the old photo. It doesn’t feel right, but you can’t stop yourself from making noises, shifting so Leon would hit a better angle. This somewhat combines with a shame, at every hint of it your mind shoves it away. “You can’t look at yourself, too bad. Dripping even more after my words, like a whore.“

Wanting to cum, focusing more on the pleasure of his dick filling your hole - feels so wrong, but good. Like your body shouldn’t enjoy how Leon’s hips keep pounding into your soaked cunt, hitting the pudgy spot and making you repeat his name like a prayer, but your own mind and body are the biggest enemy, betraying you. His own balls tighten, as a reminder of his so soon approaching orgasm.

“You love me right, baby?” Leon whispers, voice coming out breathy and brushing against your ear shell. His calloused fingers crawl back to your clit, flicking and rubbing it roughly and unsteadily. Trying to keep the feeling of that warm tightness sucking in his cock.

“I love you, Leon, o-oh!” you hum, nibbling on the lower lip and arching, letting more noises when his dick hits your sweet spot so sloppily and messy now, chasing his orgasm. And him circling your clit with his calloused fingertips makes your legs tremble - so close to tripping and falling flat on the floor. This makes your mind fuzzy, shoving away the fear of being pregnant. Leon is nice, right? Nice enough to push you against the cold screen of the TV, it doesn’t have its use anymore. That photo faded with the news, after all. “I love you, love you,”

Your voice comes out shaky and high-pitched now. His eyes are set on your disheveled look, with light traces of tears as you repeat the confession erratically, filling his mind with them. Making this normal, you love him, so he can allow himself to not feel so guilty, right? With a final and rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, giving chaste and soft kisses to the back of your head. Your body shudders eventually too, your walls spasm harder around him as the hard feeling of orgasm hits you, pleasant shockwaves dumb every bad thought in the head. His cock throbbed, letting a loud groan and finally spurting ropes of cum into you while keeping messy circles on your sensitive clit, prolonging your orgasm and making you more overwhelmed with every flick. The warm essence fills your hole, Leon pulls out his softening cock with a wet pop, watching how his sperm slowly oozes out from your pussy. His mind is light, the hint of booze keeps guilt from emerging.

Words of love don’t feel like a complete lie now, as pleasant memories overwhelm the bad ones. They become almost an empty spot in the back of your mind, leaving only a foggy feeling of hate and dread. And your brain is weak for the bliss, hammering every moment deep in you - craving for more. Hate won’t bring you out of this, maybe affection will. Your hand grips weakly his wrist, you won’t be able to bear the loneliness after sex tonight.

“Don’t leave me” Your mouth is quicker than your mind, not processing anything right now. Leon breaks out in a weak smile, but his gaze isn’t capable of keeping eye contact right now. Still, he scoops you in his arms without a second thought. Remaining silent, feeling your weak body in his hold he can’t help but pepper chaste kisses on your forehead. Trying to prolong the sweet and guiltless moment for you both.

You should have known better than to accept that date with him.

[ilyyoomi]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ taste — kageyama tobio

kageyama tobio x gn! reader

kageyama is oblivious to everything and anything that’s not related to volleyball— he eats, sleeps, and breathes the sport like his life depends on it. some of his friends would even say he lives under a rock because of it. they say this because he doesn’t understand the pop culture references they make during water breaks, the memes they send in the group chat, or when girls are hitting on him during classes.

he’s hopelessly oblivious, and he carry’s it into his relationship with you.

in the beginning it was impressive how oblivious he was to your not so subtle hints at your feelings for him. the risky pick up lines you sent resulted in him sending you many question marks and a screen shot of a google search of your pickup line, and the hearts you’d draw on his worksheets somehow went unnoticed despite how many you drew.

with time he’s gotten better— he winks (tries) back at you instead of offering a tissue for the dust he thought was in your eye, and glares at the girls flirting with him when you’re next to him because he knows what flirting is (thanks to you). though there were times where all his progress goes back to square one.

you were in the front seat of the car with kageyama, snacking on treats picked up at the convenience store. once a week you both try some sort of new snack there, this time it was cookies and cream pocky sticks. the snack was pretty good, but they were so dry that you had to keep taking sips of water which washed off your lipgloss.

“hey tobio, can you pass me my lipgloss?”

“sure.” he reaches over and grabs the product in the front compartment, he even unscrews the cap off for you.

you smile taking the product then start applying a few layers on your bare lips. kageyama watches you the whole time, his midnights tracing over the outline of your fresh glossy lips. your heart flutters whenever he’s watching you— he has that look, it’s the same as when he’s on the court calculating his next move and it makes your knees feel weak because it’s like he’s thinking what to do with you next.

“do you wanna taste it? it’s cherry flavoured.” you ask, hinting at a kiss.

kageyama raises his brows, then reluctantly nods.

you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the feeling of his hands cupping your face to kiss you— but it doesn’t come. instead when you open your eyes you see kageyama leaned over towards the lip gloss applicator literally tasting it like it’s some sort of treat.

“uhm. this doesn’t taste very good…” he sticks his tongue out disgusted and disappointed.

“tobio…”

“yeah?” he asks like he didn’t just miss what you meant earlier.

“i meant this.” you lean over to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips leaving a shimmery kiss mark.

kageyama’s face burns as bright as the stop sign a few roads ahead of you— not just from the kiss but from his embarrassment of not getting what you meant by ‘taste.’

“oh— that’s what you meant. i’m sorry.” he apologies with so much embarrassment and sincerity that it makes you melt inside.

“hey it’s okay.” you place your hand on top of his and give him a reassuring squeeze. “wanna make it up to me?”

and the disappointment from his lips not on yours earlier disappears, because this time he gets what you mean and kisses you— tasting you along with the cherry flavoured lipgloss.

kageyama is oblivious, but you adore this boy so much that you wouldn’t have him any other way.

authors note: i wrote this based off a tik tok i saw abt a girl being oblivious to a guy wanting to kiss her when she was putting on lip gloss HAHA (i can’t find it anymore) i hope u enjoyed!! reblogs or comments are appreciated <33

[fictionalmenxyn]

¡𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

Pt.1 (making it a story…hopefully) (ALSO not movie accurate!!) (will be based in modern time rather than the 90s/00s)

Pairing: Rafe x reader (strangers/enemies to lovers)

(Face claim: Jessica Alba)

Warnings: language, mentions of the word ‘rape’ (due to a part in the book I reference ‘heroes’ if you haven’t read it, I kinda recommend, I read it for my gcse and it was one of the better books I did for English 😭)

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It was the beginning of summer, life was great. Even greater for Rafe, new place, fresh start. Moving from California, to Outer Banks was a big change. Well, it was nice for him. He hoped the people… mainly girls… were different from the fake basic girls in Cali.

It was his first day of school, as for you, it was a normal day of school.

You were in your stone grey Toyota gt86, blasting your rock chick music. As the car next to you blasts white chick music. You rolled your eyes at the basic taste of music.

You pulled off as soon as the light hit green. Driving over to the high school.

Once on you had parked up, you got out of the car. Grabbing your tote bag from the back seat you closed both doors and locked your car. Putting your keys into your bag. You adjusted the straps on your shoulder.

Rafe was already there, talking with his ‘tour guide’. The guy, Jake, went through the basics. More specifically the basics of what group of people was what. The ‘jocks’, ‘popular girls’, ‘cowboys’, etc.

That’s when Rafe spotted you from afar. You walked over to your small (preferably) friendship group. Sitting with them on the small brick wall.

Rage’s attention went from you as Jake patted his shoulder and chuckled. Rafe asked “who’s that??” Jake replied “that, my friend, is Y/n Y/l/n… no point in going for her, man.” Rafe’s eyebrow raised “why not??” Jake answered “dude, she’s like got a huge attitude and kinda a bitch…” Rafe scoffed “you probably said something to upset her or some shit, that’s why..” Jake shakes his head “all I’m sayin’ is, watch out for her, man.”

Rafe’s attention was back on you. The way your hair naturally curls, the way your white band tee hugged your chest nicely, the way your long black skirt hugged your curves in all the right places. The way the slight showed just the right amount of thigh that it would be a nice view; but doesn’t dress code you. The way your docs topped off the outfit nicely. Edgy, but modest. You had different style to other girls in the school. And Rafe, for the first time, wasn’t complaining. He never thought he’d be into girls that didn’t wear dresses that practically suffocated them. Or girls that didn’t wear skirts that showed half of your ass. You were different, a good different.

The bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Shit, he has class, he looked over to you one more time to see you walking away with your friends.

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You sat in class, the teacher spoke “so? Did anyone even bother to read heroes??”

A girl raised her hand, “yeah, it was so romantic…” you rolled your eyes and remarked “romantic? Larry raped Nicole, so Francis went on a mission. Then it was wasted cause he didn’t even get to complete the mission cause Larry shot himself. Then Nicole and Francis didn’t even reconnect officially… hardly a love story..”

The teacher spoke “thank you, Y/n… didn’t need the summary but thanks…” you crossed your arms and leaned back into the plastic chair “why can’t we read better books by better authors… like Emily Brontë, or George Orwell, even Chuck Palahniuk, maybe even Steven Ki-”

Your teacher spoke “alright, we get it, you say it every time, and I always say..” you mocked “I can’t do a single thing, it’s the school that picks, not me..” your teacher nodded “exa-” the classroom door opens.

Rafe walks in, he gave a small smile “wha’d I miss?” You look over your shoulder. Looking him up and down “discussing the fact this school picks shitty books rather than actual interesting ones…” he smirked when he heard you speak “great.” He left the class.

You looked to your teacher, they spoke “office, now” you place your books in your tote bag and put it over your shoulder. You gave a small smirk to your friends as they subtly cheered for you. As the completely agreed with your argument.

You walked down the hallway, Rafe leaned against the lockers on his phone. As you walked past he looked up, “Y/n… right?”

You turned on your heel and faced him “who’s asking?” He chuckles softly “I’m uh, Rafe… Rafe Cameron…” you nodded “I know, you’re Ward’s son, right??” He raised an eyebrow. How did she know?

You quickly added “my dad is in the same company as the one your father joined. He told me they chatted and mentioned that you’d be joining here…” he nodded “oh right… yeah, uh where you headin’?”

“The office, once again, the English teacher never likes me.” He chuckled as he walked over to her “why’s that? You smarter than her?” You shrug “wouldn’t say smart, I just have good taste in book unlike her or the school…” he nodded. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks “so… mind if I walk with you?” You shook your head “I don’t mind. I wasn’t going to the principals office anyways..” he smirked “bad girl, huh?” You playfully rolled your eyes “more like, the principal is fed up of me going to her office… so here I am, roaming the halls for the next…” you look at your watch “..ten minutes”

He nods, you walk side by side. Rafe didn’t know what he was feeling. He wasn’t intimidated but felt almost shy. He couldn’t describe it, you look the type to rip people’s head off if they bark back at you. But honestly… that was hot in his eyes.

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It was currently lunch, you sat on the bleachers with your friends. Eating lunch and talking about anything and everything.

Rafe sat with Jake and a few of Jake’s friends. Rafe clicked almost instantly with Topper and Kelce. They’re both interested in golf, partying, girls, etc. So naturally they clicked.

Rafe would glance over to you from time to time. Topper chuckled “hey, if you keep lookin’ she’s gonna see, dude” Rafe rolled his eyes “fine with me.” The guys chuckled.

Kelce asked “hey Top, Y/n friends with your sister, right??” Topper nodded then sipped his can of Pepsi. Rafe looked to Topper, “wait seriously??” Topper put tossed his can in the trash “yeah, dude, she’s over my place quite a lot.”

Rafe’s ears perked, over Topper’s place quite a lot?? Damn…

He then looked back over to the group to see his sister, Sarah, walk over and sit with them. He watched as Sarah and you talked and laughed. He thinks to himself ‘if she’s friends with Sarah, that means she might come over our place? Oh. My. God’

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It was an hour or two after school, you sat on the couch. Your Marshall headphones resting on your head as you listen to music and read.

You hear footsteps approaching, it was your father. He holds an envelope to you. You pulled your headphone down, resting them around your neck. You opened the envelope and gasped “no way!” Your dad asked “what is it??” You answered “I got in! The art and music college we talked about! I got in!” He smiled “really?! Congrats, sweetie!”

Your younger sister (who’s completely opposite to you, full glam and girly, made you wanna gag) came downstairs is a slightly shorter than usual dress. Your father asked “and where are you going??”

Your sister, Gabs, replied “there’s this boy, his name is Brooks” you rolled your eyes “you mean the not so good looking guy who is a huge idiot??” “Shut up!!” Your sister looks back to your dad “he asked to go to the movies, go I pleaseee go daddy?” Your dad shakes his head “absolutely not, you know the rule. No dating till you graduate” Gabs rolls her eyes “please!” He replied “no, end of discussion.”

Gabs argued “this isn’t fair, Y/n gets to go out but I can’t??” You fake laughed “good one, Gabs.” Your father added “same rule applies to her.” You looked over to Gabs “and by the way, I’m not looking for anyone, not interested in a single soul…”

Gabs huffed, your father walks away. You crossed your legs on the couch and rested your now closed book in your lap. “So, where were you actually going? I assume you just lied to dad…” Gabs whispered “a party…” you lightly scoffed “you know you’re too young for those parties, especially with Brooks..” Gabs rolls her eyes “I’m only two years younger than you, quit it.”

Your father re-enters, “new deal, Gabs can have a date-” Gabs squealed and smiled. Your dad added “-if Y/n gets a date.” Gabs smiled drops. “What?! She won’t date! Daddy this is unfair!”

You grabbed your book and stood up, heading over to the stairs. Your sister complained “daddy! She won’t date at all, she’ll be buried and not have a date! C’mon!” You chuckled “good, I’ll keep it that way.” Gabs stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you “you’re so selfish, you know that?!” You chuckled and walked down the hallway upstairs and to your room. Gabs huffed in annoyance.

If you date, Gabs can date. But you don’t wanna date anyone, do you? Not now, not ever… maybe that can change… maybe it’ll stay the same… who knows…

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[thepunkranger]

Resident Evil Characters - A Summary

Note: This is entirely my own opinion and said with a heavy dose of humor

Please enjoy

Chris Redfield

OG

Started as a twunk

Became an angry gorilla man???

Alpha Male™️

Punches boulders

Wants you to marry his sister

Smoker

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife

Rude to wait staff

2/10 - Just a guy. Hit him with your car

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Jill Valentine

Other OG

Arguably better main of RE1

Master of Unlocking

Bisexual Bob™️

Butch

Supercop

Once got mind-controlled into going blonde

Rocket Launcher babe

PTSD

Big Strap Energy

Giant anime gun

10/10

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Albert Wesker

OG Baddy

Sunglasses

Thinks he’s cool

A little too into Chris

“What are we going to do this game, Albert?”

“What we do every game, Alex: try to take over the world”

Matrix jacket

Maybe a vampire?

Looks like my uncle (derogatory)

4/10

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Barry Burton

Bear

A+ line delivery

Just happy to be a part of things

Wishes his daughter would talk to him

Comes through in a pinch

Got lost on his way to The Last of Us

Father figure

Not dead out of sheer dumb luck

8/10

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Rebecca Chambers

Baby butch

Sees the best in everyone

Autism be damned, my girl can work a shotgun

Sporty

Mommy Domme/Babygirl switch vibes

Sweet coffee addict

Doing fine, thanks for asking

Awkward thumbs up

9/10

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Billy Coen

Bad Boy™️

Never bothered to take off his handcuffs

Tattoos

Mullet???

Moral standards

Strong silent type

Whole situation could’ve been avoided by just talking about his issues but no

Queen fan

7/10

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Leon S. Kennedy

If a golden retriever became a human and then got kicked every day of its life

Having a really bad first day

Into dominant women

Dumb 90s haircut

Uses comedy as a coping mechanism

Hair grows in direct correlation to his level of angst

“Hey demons, it’s me, ya boi”

Sexy

Dog lover

Certified Good Boy™️

Fucked up a perfectly good rookie is what you did. Look at it, it’s got depression

15/10

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Claire Redfield

College student stuck in the zombie apocalypse

Soft butch

Humanitarian

Forced her brother to teach her how to knife fight

Really into motorcycles

Leather jacket

Rocket Launcher babe #2

Always has at least one adopted child with her

10/10 would ask to babysit

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Ada Wong

Mommy. Sorry. Mommy- sorry. Mommy-

Grappling hook

Badass spy

Emotionally distant

Soft spot for cute cuddly things (Leon)

Femme fatale

Book lover

Chaotic neutral

Crossbow 😍

Could step on me and I’d say thank you

Rocket launcher babe #3

10/10

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Sherry Birkin

Goosebumps protagonist

Worst parents ever tbh

Surprisingly good under pressure

Please someone get this girl some therapy

Supergirl

Smartest person here

One hell of a shot

The trauma is immeasurable

Somehow still doing fine

Loves her weird adopted family

8/10

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Carlos Oliviera

Himbo

First POC main?

Went from three polygons and a white boy haircut in the original to actual gorgeous South American hunk in the remake

Lost his accent along the way for some reason

#1 Jill simp

If Dug from Up was a guy

Only trustworthy person in the whole series

Just wants to help

Gorgeous gorgeous hair

Loves strong women

Hakuna matata

Touch-starved

10/10 would peg

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Steve Burnside

Twink

Who is this sassy lost child?

Hot Topic employee

Into Claire (she’s too old for you bud)

Choker

Thinks he’s edgy

Whiny

Daddy issues

1/10

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Luis Serra Navaro

If Puss in Boots was a human

The Most Extra™️

Luscious flowing locks

Definitely into bondage

Used to work for Umbrella

Trying to make up for it

Don Quixote references

Bisexual

Good with his hands

Praying for a threesome with Leon and Ada

10/10

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Ashley Graham

Basic white girl

Always getting kidnapped

Master of Unlocking #2

Razor flip phone

Ada Wong bisexual awakening (same)

Good with a wrecking ball

Makes Leon catch her every time she has to jump a ledge (also same)

Would like to go to Hot Topic, please

7/10

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Sheva Alomar

Player 2

Second POC main

Bad AI

Too good for her game

Willing to go on a suicide mission with a guy she just met

Left handed

Deserves a better stylist

Only good part of RE5

Literally my girl got done so dirty just give her another chance please

10/5

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Moira Burton

“It’s not a phase, dad!”

Probably gay

Weak arms

Skillz

Box dyed her hair at least once

Simple Plan playing in the background

Childhood trauma

7/10

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Piers Nivans

Trying his best

Appreciates a good steak

Sick of Chris’ bullshit

Good with a rifle

Just a good man

German Shepherd boy

Self-sacrificing

8/10

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Jake Muller

Wesker’s son

Daddy issues

Who invited Ronan Lynch here?

Quips for days

Bad boy

Loves the type of woman who can kick his ass

The Most Edgy™️

9/10

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Ethan Winters

Husband of the year

Trusting

Surprisingly chill

The most basic white man in all of RE

Hands? What hands?

Functionally a lizard

Would still love you if you were a worm

Just casually knows how to craft bullets

Moldy

8/10

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Mia Winters

Toxic girlfriend energy

Literally possessed

Dark sense of humor

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

Casually working for a bioterrorism organization

Does actually care about her family

Definitely doesn’t have a penicillin allergy

If you can’t be the girl of his dreams, you can at least be the feral swamp witch of his nightmares

2/10

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Zoe Baker

Lesbian

Mold intolerance

Southern accent thicker than grandma’s gravy

Picked last on the playground

Somehow okay despite her brother being Like That

Joe’s favorite

Science skills

8/10

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Lucas Baker

Jigsaw

Didn’t even need the mold

Probably got at least one true crime documentary made about him

Working for Mia’s bioterrorism organization

Left his classmate rotting in the attic

Just the worst

0/10

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Alcina Dimetrescu

Mommy

Please step on me

Elizabeth Bathory vibes

Just fucking huge

Can turn into a dragon

Lesbian

9/10

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Karl Heisenberg

Grimy

Tumblr Sexyman

When robotics majors get weird

Fights with his siblings

Doesn’t actually care at all about Miranda

In cahoots with the lycans

7/10

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Rosemary Winters

Mommy and Daddy issues

YA protagonist

Badass

Childhood trauma

Into the Mold-verse

Alternate universe Sherry Birkin

8/10

[bohnerrific69]

— ✧ spoilers. 🍿

pairing: warren lipka x fem!reader | wc: 780

warnings: mature content 18+ | flashing | poor writing and not proofread!!

following your friends back to the convertible car after being too much time on someone's from university party, you heard some voices of the same guys that were making fun of warren for talking to you and being assholes to you for rejecting them, they didn't even know that you didn't rejected him and already has your heart pouding for the cute boy with his puppy brown eyes and weed loser act.

feeling your confidence boost by they mumbling and your usual high self esteem, you slowed your steps to the car, thinking of doing some shit to "boost" warren's reputation around there. looking at one of your friends that just shut the backseat door shut and open the window, you asked loud enough just so her could hear it "warren still outside?"

"yeah i think he's gonna throw something on the frontporch trash." she said looking behind you and pointing.

you smiled to her then suddenly turn your body around quickly, now seeing warren with his back turned to you, walking to the front stairs before the frontporch.

"hey! warren!" you shouted, making him stops on middle of the stairs and turn around looking at you, he has a tiny smile and frowned brows in curiosity, waiting your response. "yeah?"

you give two steps back, feeling the cold of the passanger door hit your thighs and calves. and right now your voice not only catched his attention but from the group of stupid boys that were mocking him there too, he surely didn't care looking so unfazed with they comments, he only got bothered when they tried envolve your name in the middle of those kinda of jokes.

you didn't care that much of them either, it was kinda of normal see stupid guys around those university parties - and well, anywhere -, but it sucked anyways having those kind of people gossiping around about a person you started liking so much.

"can i give you a spoiler pg-13?" you said referring to the subject of movies you had talked about before, resulting in you scheduling a meeting at your house for a movie marathon on the weekend. already smiling mischievously, you put your weight on your left high heel and your hands in the back pockets of your short jeans.

"uuh what do you m-" before he could finish his reasoning your just lift up your glitter top with no bra underneath, flashing him your pretty breasts and everyone that was behind him. including those group of stupid guys that were gossiping and mumbling around bout warren's name, and some girlies talking on the upstairs balcony and paying attention to what were you doing and saying.

warren's eyes widened while his mouth dropped to the floor with his most surprised expression taking only seconds to his face got all flustered and pink. everyone near started screaming and cheering exciteds, some looking with their shocked faces and others with judgement, but the most louders was mainly your group of girlfriends behind you on the convertible, starting laughing outrageously and hyping you up. "yeaahhh get it girl!!"

afterwards you pulled your top back down, giggling shamelessly and turning your back to enter the passanger seat. while yourself in and buckled up, you turn your head to his direction, that still was freezed on the same place and face, and blowed him a kiss and shouting again "consider it as a spoiler to our weekend warren!"

when your friend started the engine and driving the car away of the front of the house, you gestured a bye to him, lefting all the attention and screams to warren deal with. feeling yourself victorious of doing such freaky thing, showing off to those scumbags a good motive to gossip about, besides, knowing now that you were only from warren, and soon hopes to be always like this.

warren blinked looking blank for some seconds, loading what just happened into his mind while some people laughed at his flustered face. his body got all heated and turned on so quickly that looked pathetic, so he poorly tried to hide his growing bulge, giving a little bump when felt a hand on his back, instantly looking to his side to see spencer by his side.

"wow man, aren't ya the weirder anymore now... you has a girlfriend now, and she's... the coolest, y'know?" he said watching the convertible car disappearing into the distance. turning his head to gaze to warren's with a smug face and a smirk resting on his lips, giving a little shake on his friend's shoulder.

"s-shit ur saying? shut the fuck up motherfucker!" warren exclaimed embarrassed, punching spencer's shoulder. only making his friend burst in laugh, and inevitably, doing the same.

damn girl. you just gonna be the end of him by doing that.

⟣ masterlist | a/n: uhm... don't know, don't ask (do it pls) this man makes me dizzy😮‍💨 idk what have w me with flashing, i love but tbh i think i wouldn't have the courage to do that. but if it was warren-🤪 sorry for the poor writing, it's 5am im dying of sleep, i fix laterrr

[thisismeracing]

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― ✦ SOCIAL MEDIA AU

this is the last time I ever call you babe (a): It’s been a little over a year since Y/n and Charles Leclerc ended their relationship, and Y/n went radio silent from everywhere…until the Grand Prix day. They say revenge is a dish better served cold, right?

everything has changed (f): Y/n, a famous singer, drops a song that is more like a letter confessing her feelings, and some fans are convinced it’s about F1 golden boy Charles Leclerc.

his pretty girl (f) : Fans start to notice Charles around an influencer’s profile and it's easy to put two and two together to discover just how in love he is.

match winners (f): After mentioning in an interview that she roots for Charles Leclerc, Yn is surprised with a new follower who happens to show up at one of her tennis matches.

sunshine (f): In which Charles starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.

my boyfriend Marc (f): In which Yn always refers to her secret boyfriend as Marc and fans take forever to put the pieces together and realize that many of the names she used were actually Charles Leclerc’s middle names.

his protector (f): Yn is a comedian, who happens to date the f1 driver Charles Leclerc and who loves to joke around about how horrendous Ferrari is, but beware: she is the only one who can laugh at her boyfriend’s disastrous races. No one pokes fun at Charles in front of her, especially not on live TV.

all because I liked a boy (a): Yn fell in love with Charles and secretly dated him for almost a year. She didn’t consider, however, how fans would react seeing they used to love and still stan Charles’ past relationship. What happens when their hidden love gets out in the open? ● part 2 here

just like in the movies (f): You’re shooting a new movie about racing cars, but you did not expect to get a racing heart from a certain driver. Or the one where they met at a racing track and fell in love.

king of manifesting (f): You’ve been secretly dating Charles for a while, but fans can’t believe it when the rumors start to go around. What do you mean a vroom-vroom Ferrari guy is dating their idol?

a real goal getter (f): When fans see Charles at one of your soccer matches, they start speculating what he is doing at a stadium he’s never been to, talking to a guy he never talked with (who happens to be your best friend). When they discover you’re together, they agree you’re the best player, but Charles is the goal scorer for landing someone as amazing as you. 

― ✦ BLURBS

you betrayed me (a)

Overprotective bf (f)

Timeless (f)

― ✦ REGULAR IMAGINES

honeymoon stunts (s): Charles and Yn just got married, and although they know too much about one another, there’s always something new to discover together, such as Charles’ new breeding kink.

the (un)lucky one (f): Charles and Yn have a history back from when he was at alfa romeo, Yn used to be his PR assistant, and they were close to best friends. Now, years later, they are still friends, but Yn is Carlos’ assistant now, and she can help but root for her new friend and boss. Meanwhile, Charles is having trouble with no longer having her undying support all the time. He’s been through an unlucky season on the speedway, will he be unlucky in love too? 

anything you want (s)✷: After getting hit by a wave of bad luck, Yn takes matters into her own hands to make her boyfriend feel a bit better about his situation. Sometimes all you need to feel brand new is a two-day vacation full of sex by the fire and words of affirmation.

love bites (a)✷: It is believed that during the Halloween season, cursed souls and entities come out to play. As it happens, some of them can come uninvited, but things get a lot easier for the dark side when people like Yn are challenged by her friends to go beyond the safety of the town and into the woods looking for a cursed church. One wouldn’t want to be near to witness humans discover history they’re not supposed to.

charlieverse (f): When Yn decided to go to a Halloween party with her best friend, Charles Leclerc, she did not consider that some of the fantasies would be so close to reality that they would terrify her. But one thing Yn had no idea about too, was Charles’ feelings for her. All Hallow’s Eve is not the most romantic scenario to confess your feelings, but it might be just the perfect one for them.

not quite love (a)✷: When you get romantically involved with your best friend you were not expecting a marriage proposal, but simply a commitment. You were sure that what you had wasn’t quite love, though it could be and maybe that’s what hurt the most. The fact that you had everything to be each other’s end game, but turned out to be strangers.

― ✦ HEADCANONS

♡ soon

𓂃☁︎ ✈︎𓂃 Around the world ♡ charles dating a korean girl ♡ charles dating a greek girl ♡ charles dating a brazilian girl ♡ charles dating a french girl ♡ charles dating a canadian girl

©thisismeracing do not copy, steal, or translate my work. do not repost on a different media platform.

[atzaurora]

���-𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕

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𝖿r᥆m s𝗍ᥲgᥱ 𝗍᥆ sһᥱᥱ𝗍s

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Yeosang

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!idol!reader x idol!yeosang

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut/suggestive)

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating (secretly, only Ateez members know)

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Yeosang and Y/n are both worked up and sweaty from their concert performance,but apparently not exhausted enough to spare the hotel room. (there's a link on the word 'sweat' to see what I'm referring to!)

𝒘/𝒄: 884

𝒂/𝒏: finally!!! a Yeosang imagine! i feel bad it took me so long to come up with something for him but here it is and i hope you enjoy! leave feedback or requests please

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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"Thank you," you shouted into the big stadium, waving like a maniac and bowing in front of the huge crowd. It was just the beginning of Ateez's world tour, yet it was already such a big success and so much fun, even though you were all exhausted once the stage lights went out and you could head backstage again.

"Great job!" the staff cheered once everyone had returned to the dressing rooms. You smiled happily, looking around. All of your team members were covered in sweat, but one in particular stood out: Yeosang. The sweat was glistening on his face, and you were sure it must have felt uncomfortable, but it looked extremely attractive on him. You discreetly walked over beside him and whispered, "Can we go back to the hotel now?" into his ear. He immediately nodded in response to your request.

not even half an hour later you found yourself sitting in the car on the way back to your hotel room. All of you guys stayed in the same hotel, yet your roommate was Yeosang, your boyfriend whom due to the contract only Ateez knew about. Yet you still managed to get away with it and get a room together. Immediately when you walked through that door, you pinned him against the wall, kissing his lips and neck, hungrily, tracing your fingers up and down his sides.

He was a little startled at your sudden attack but didn't complain and just let you do whatever. "not gonna lie, this might be the hottest you have ever looked." you mumble in between kisses, earning a low chuckle back from him. "I could lick that sweat off you right now," you say ironically but little did you know that you'd do it if he asked you to.

"you're in a crazy mood today, baby." he groans, feeling your teeth take some of his neck, probably leaving a mark. you nod, stumbling backward in the direction of the hotel bed. the back of your knees hit the bed frame, stopping you from going back further. Yeosang pushed you down onto the soft mattress by your shoulders. In only a matter of seconds he was already placed over you, licking his lips as he looked down at you.

"you know what, sweetheart?" he whispered seductively. "my precious girl deserves a reward after that performance today. I wanna eat you out first, gonna make you feel really good, okay?" "Okay." you breathed out, almost choking on your breath, as you felt his fingers on your panties the whole time. once he heard you agree, he began sliding off your clothes, taking painfully long, but your brain was already too stuffed to have an opinion about his undressing skills.

when he finally had off all your clothes, he started to lick down your stomach. his long tongue gliding down to your folds, having you wet by the second you felt his tongue on you. "fuck—" you swallowed s moan, grabbing onto his hair, pushing his head down a little. he sucked on your clit like his life depended on it, which to be honest could have already made you come instantly. yet what brought you over the edge was when you felt his tongue move inside you. he traced your inner walls with the tip of his tongue, pumping in and out, while sucking on your pussy. once he started adding his fingers, you knew you were done and it took only a minute before he had all of your juices splayed on his tongue, hand, and face.

"well done, baby" he moaned into your ear, unbuttoning his pants while kissing the spot beneath your ear, whispering praises ever so often. "you think you can still take me after all of this?" he reassured. "yes, hell yes, I can. I need you so bad, please." you whimpered, sensing his tip run over your hole, picking up all of your slick you had released just a few minutes ago.

"Good, sweetheart." he kissed your cheek one last time, before pushing himself in, making you feel him deep inside you. you whimpered loudly at the feeling of being so full, you weren't even sure the walls would conceal all of the sounds. "shh baby, it's okay, you can take it." he whispered in a low tone, beginning to jolt his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. his cock moved faster and faster in and out of you, making you see stars, but in the best possible way. "you- feel- so- good-" you brought out between thrusts, making him laugh a little when he saw you almost unable to form words from all the pleasure you felt in that moment. "shit- I think imma cum" you moaned, feeling how you clenched. by the way, he started to get even more vocal now, you could tell he felt you clenching around him too, bringing him closer as well.

"hold it for a second, love. I'm almost there." he stated and after a few more pumps, you felt his warm load shoot inside of you, making you release instantly as well.

"you did amazing, my girl" he praised you, stroking your head softly, pulling outside of you. you smiled softly, patting his back as he laid on top of you, warm cum dripping onto the sheets from your abdomen.

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[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Kill for you

pairing: yandere! ethan landry x reader

summary: you knew your boyfriend was protective of you, but you certainly didn’t know the lengths he’d go for you. just for you.

warnings: creepiness(not from ethan), violence, murder, , gore, blood, manipulation, perverted men, yandere, implied stalking(if you squint) choking(kind of?).

it is an established relationship but I didn’t want to add that as a warning so just saying that now. also there’s a tlou reference but it’s like subtle and maybe you won’t get it? maybe lol.

sorry this is so short. again fairly rushed so it’s not that long. sorry if you prefer long fics i do have some long ones i promise 😭

When you said you wanted to go to the party by yourself you didn’t mean get hit on by a creepy guy who was much older than you.

The party was pretty nice and since it was walking distance you figured you could just walk him. Apparently Ethan was busy studying and had Econ coming up so you understood why he wasn’t going.

You knew that, being a girl and walking home alone wasn’t the best idea but still, your car was being fixed and you didn’t Feel like taking an hour long bus ride home when you could get home quicker.

Suddenly you hear a whistle coming from behind you. Well, that kind when someone notices someone attractive. And that’s when you knew this couldn’t be good.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing down an alleyway? An voice that made you feel disgusted say, coming into a view.

It was a much older man. Whereas you were only 19. And an alleyway, as stupid as it was, was the only shortcut home.

You’d honestly wish Ghostface would just kill you already. “I’m walking home, You reply coldly. “Don’t be like that, I can show you a good time, The man says, coming closer and you backing up.

“I’ve got a boyfriend, You say sternly.”I’m not available. And even if I was, I don’t like you.” “I don’t see a boyfriend or a ring on that finger, he smirks.

“It doesn’t matter, You snap, but soon your back hits the cold, concrete wall. “We can go back to my place and have some fun, if you know what I mean, The man said suggestively.

“I don’t even know your name, why would I go fuck someone who’s a stranger and a total creep? You spat.”and again, I’m taken.”

“I don’t know, I’m starting to think that this boyfriend of yours isn’t real, the man smirks.”and my name’s David.”

“What a fitting name for a creep, You scoffed, and then his hand was wrapped around your throat. “Shut up and let me show you some pleasure, David said.

You don’t want to cry but you can feel your eyes filling with tears. You prayed for a miracle. That someone would stop this from going on.

“So, listen to me from now on? Got it? He says, his hand leaving your throat. “Mhm, You sniff. “Good girl, he praises, but someone turns him around and punches him right in the face, making him fall.

It was your boyfriend. Thank fucking god. “Ethan, You say. David gets up and says, "what the fuck? Who are you?”

“Her boyfriend, Ethan said, his voice laced with venom. you hadn’t seen that look in his eyes before, and while you appreciated him defending you his look terrified you.

“Oh her? That whore is your girlfriend? David chuckled, Ethan punching him again but more harshly and painful, going down to his level. "Don't call her a whore again." He looks up at you.

He mouths, "Go." You nod, seeing he drove, but you didn't get in. No, You heard David's screams, sounds of someone being stabbed? Curiously, you look over. You witness your own boyfriend continuously stab David Over and Over, even now while he looked dead.

You could see he was covered in blood. the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. You couldn't look any longer, you quickly get in the passenger seat, panting.

"Oh my god, You say to yourself. "He killed someone." Sure, David was creepy. But did he deserve being murdered? Yes. Your mind was telling you this was good. the guy who laid hands on you was dead.

You should be relieved.

But he had stopped hitting on you when Ethan punched him. Could've stopped then. You couldn't think. Especially when he slammed the car door and randomly began driving, still covered in blood.

Playing dumb, You softly said, "What happened, did he hurt you or-" "No, this isn't my blood, but i promise, he won't hurt you anymore, Your boyfriend said coldly, before his demeanor changed to his normal self.

"Okay, You say, shrinking in your seat."Well, what did you do? Will he be okay?" "You shouldn't be worried for him, Y/n, Your boyfriend said. "But really, I just.. punched him a few times but i didn't kill him."

Lies.

But deep down, You were kind of relieved he murdered David. You just would never admit it.

[mullermilkshake]

Toji goes for a drive.

MINORS DNI - Tags: Yakuza AU, Toji is a taxi driver, references to Fem! reader, graphic depictions of violence, drowning, murder.

Toji needed a front.

A front to prevent you from ever knowing about his current ties to the Yakuza. His tattoo was the only give away that you had to go on though as the good girl you were, you didn't ask too many questions.

He needed a front to keep that simmering pot from over flowing.

So, Toji begrudgingly took on taxi work at his own convenience and in some ways it actually made his life easier in the long run while doing his side work for the Ryomen clan.

Toji was currently sitting in Tokyo traffic, making his way towards the docks before he was due to home. A quick trip and nothing too complicated, a run of the mill job for someone less important to him.

Satoru Gojo asked Toji through Nanami as a favour. He only took this job because he owed Nanami. Otherwise, Gojo could have shoved his head up his ass for all he cared.

The man got on his last nerve more so than the fucking traffic he was sitting in. The reason he ever did anything for Gojo was that the man took in his son.

The only reason.

Bang, bang, bang!

Oh right, that.

The banging and shouting from the trunk was Toji's current job. Some asshole from the outskirts making a pass at Gojo's girl. Crazy bastard. He didn't know all the details from Nanami but it was better that he didn't, all he heard were the words overreacting and making a big deal out of nothing.

Gojo being the other crazy bastard in this scenario.

The traffic moved on and it was a straight run to the docks, it was past nine in the evening so it really was a quick dump and run.

Toji wandered why Gojo couldn't have had his own men take care of this, or even him himself. He was one weird guy and didn't understand how his girl even tolerated him.

Sometimes, like right now, Toji thought that he must have been one of the sane ones in this world. You tolerated Toji at least, so he must have done something right.

When he arrived at the docks, Toji pulled up by the waters edge and climbed out of the car. He trudged over to the trunk and opened it with speed to grab the little prick by the scruff of the collar.

"P-please! I didn't do anything!"

Toji didn't use any energy against the struggling man. "Sorry, that's not my problem. I just wanna get paid," he yanked the man out of the cramped space right over to the edge of the concrete above the churning water.

"Wait... wait! Please- please I can give you anything-"

"Nah, I’m good. Don’t hit your head on the way down."

Toji used this moment of his confusion to work out what was going on to grab his ankles and knock him backwards, like a high school bully holding a poor kid upside down.

The man kicked and thrashed at the choppy water keeping him from surfacing from under the water line. It was a boring really and far too simple for Toji's tastes, watching a man struggle with no fight until his legs stopped trying to kick him off.

"That's done then," Toji let go of his legs and let the water batter him on the side of the concrete.

Toji would call Nanami at a pay phone to confirm the job was done when he had the chance on his way home.

If he took the short way home, he'd be back in time to take you out for dinner.

Dinner sounded good right about now.

[wjhik]

Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*

A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal

based on:

7:40-8:05

Y/N’s POV: 

“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks. 

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“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids. 

“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister. 

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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in. 

“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.  

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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes. 

“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me. 

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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away. 

Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.  

I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss. 

Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me. 

I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up. 

I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me. 

He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good. 

“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh. 

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Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.” 

A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋

[footballlover8]

y/n wearing a short skirt and getting Pedro’s attention - he can’t keep his hands to himself

Short Skirt||Pedri Gonzalez

A/N: I’m so sorry this took such a long time! School just started for me again so I’ve been a little busy and I didn’t know how too begin it. I’m sorry it got a little out of theme, but I still hope you like it❤️

Requested?:Yes/No

Warnings: Suggestive content, cursing?, bad translated spanish.

Please remember that English nor Spanish is not my native language so there defines will be some typos.

"Pepi! Come here please!" Y/n yelled slightly so Pedri could come in and help her tie her top.

When he comes in he opens the door. His eyes wandered over her body, with his mouth wide open. If he had it open for a second longer he'd start drooling.

"Mi hermosa bebe...eres tan perfecta" He whispered softly as he walked over too her kissing her head.

(My beautiful baby...you're so perfect)

She blushed slightly at his compliment.

"What did you need princesa..? If I know you correctly you didn't exactly want me too rip this outfit off of you right before we're going out no..?" He teased, his finger tips moving along her exposed waist, making shivers run down her spine.

"Pepi...stoppp" She whined trying too push him away, this made a light chuckle escape his mouth.

"Okey but seriously what was it baby?" He asked her

"Can you tie my top please...?"

He didn't answer but turned her around in his arms and tied her top. He kissed her shoulder once he was done.

"There you go preciosa"

"Gracias" She bit her lip softly.

"Don't do that amor...you know it drives me crazy" pedri's thumb brushed over her bottom lip.

"Y/n! Pedri! We have too go!" Fer, pedri's older brother yelled from downstairs. They were going to a little summer get together with a few friends and teammates.

Pedri was dressed in a plain white t-shirt on top of that he wore a light blue button up shirt with all the buttons undone. He had some black loose jeans and some white basic Nike Air Force.(For reference, the picture on top)

"Fernando! Stop yelling!" Pedri yelled back.

"Now you're yelling pedrito" She giggles.

"Preciosa...you're adorable" Pedri stood there admiring her.

"STOP HAVING SEX AND COME ON!"

"FERNANDO SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

In the car Pedri refused too sit in the front with Fernando something he usually did but this was intense.

His big, strong hand never left her thigh, it didn't annoy her...in fact it kinda turned her on. The black shiny ring on his ring finger making her go feral for him.

"Do we seriously have too go too this thing...?" Pedri asked making fer roll his eyes.

"Just because you want too have sex Pedri doesn't mean we don't want to have fun in other ways" fer rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

"You don't have too be so dirty fer, who says I wanted too have sex? Like grow up" Pedri answered making both his girlfriend and his older brother look at him with a 'be Ffr' typa look.

"You're funny" Fer laughs as he parks the car and gets out.

"Can we just go home again mi amor..? You just look so irresistible" Pedri caressed her cheek making her go soft for him. She tilts her head slightly into his hand. He smiles knowing she was giving in now. He just needed a few more secon-

"Stop making out come on guys!" Gavi suddenly opened the door straddling the two mostly her as she was very easily scared.

"Gavi! She could've hit you! Or me.." Pedri yelled in annoyance

"I was expecting a 'she could've died' but that works too" Gavi shrugged.

Pedri rolled his eyes getting out of the car then helping his girlfriend out of the car.

"How's your teeth?" The blonde haired girl asked her best friend as they walked inside the house where the little party or whatever was held.

"So much better. I'm so glad it wasn't something big...the dentist just gave me some medicine and the pain stopped" Gavi says shocked

"Wow...that's amazing gavi" Pedri says enthusiastically. It was obvious that gavi was a little tipsy.

"I know right!?"

The young couple shook their head at the boy.

"He literally acts younger than you" Pedri tells her earning a slap on the arm from her.

"Y/n! pedri!" Ferran yelled happy too see his friends in his drunken state.

"Jesus why’s everyone so drunk already?" She asked Pedri.

"Should've stayed home Huh Bonita?"

"Y/n!" mikky yelled seeing her best friend

"Mikky!" She yelled back hugging the older girl

The two girls started talking but Pedri didn't leave her side at all. He stood behind her shielding her ass for anyone who tries too look at it. His hands kept moving up and down her waist.

"Mikky!" Frenkie yelled drunkily.

"I'll go take care of him you two have fun" mikky waved walking over too frenkie.

You turned in your boyfriends arms too look up at him.

"You're so touchy today"

"When am I not?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Fair enough" She shrugged.

“okey pedri! Stop being so territorial of her! We want her too!" Anna groaned trying too drag you away from him, but with the grip he had on your waist it was impossible.

"Sorry...not happening...she's mine"Pedri shook his head.

"Come on! Two minutes!" Anna complained.

"1 minute!" Pedri groaned letting go of his girlfriends waist.

She giggled and kissed his cheek before walking away with Anna and over too the small girl group.

Pedri was literally counting the seconds and as soon as he counted too 60 pedri walked over too them and picked her up and carried her away from them.

"Hey!" You yelled surprised.

"Yeah..?" Pedri asked setting you down in front of him.

" Yeah?" You mocked slapping his chest carefully, not too hurt him.

"Yeah, yeah" Pedri shushed her.

"You look gorgeous mi princesita" He kissed your head.

"Gracias pepi..." She blushed as he smirked.

"Niña! It's your song!" Taia yelled and that's when you noticed it was in fact your song...but pedri's hands on your body was a little distracting....

Taia, mikky, Anna, Katrina and Dani dragged you over too the dance floor. This obviously annoyed Pedri.

"Come on! Dance!" Anna encouraged taking her hands into her owns, trying too get her too dance. Only a second later her body moved a long too the Rhythm of the song 'beautiful liar'.

The girls had given the song title too her because she lied too everyone about her and pedri's relationship until they were caught in a heated moment....

Pedri watched her intensely, his eyes following her every movement...the ones that seconds ago was filled with love were now filled with lust and desire. He wanted her..no...he needed her, now.

"Hermano...unless you wanna get papped with whatever is going on down there I'd suggest leaving with your girl" Fernando told Pedri which made Pedri look down and blush as he saw the little problem he had going on there.

"Yeah...good idea" Pedri groaned looking at his girlfriend dancing...her tispy body looking so beautiful...so precious...

"Ninã...I think someone wants too go home" mikky smirks seeing Pedri looking at her with lust. Y/n looks over at him and giggles walking over too him slinging her arms around his neck while his went around her bottom holding her up.

"Hi.."

"Hey pretty girl..you enjoying yourself Hmm..?" Pedri asked teasingly.

"Only a little" She joked back.

Pedri laughed shaking his head

"You wanna go home Hmm...?" He asked pushing some strands of hair behind her air looking into her shiny eyes.

"Yeah.." she nodded, pedri eagerly picked her up and carried her too the car

(I guess you can guess what happens next🤭😉)

[sashaisready]

Chapter Fifteen - I’m done with you

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again

Warning: References to/implications of violence (mild)

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 16

Series Masterlist

Bucky sits in his office chair utterly seething, a group of his men surrounding the desk. Steve and Sam exchange a nervous look, practically feeling the anger pouring out of their leader and friend.

"So let me get this straight..." Bucky starts through gritted teeth.

"So not only did she see the car...she ran towards it, then stepped into the middle of oncoming traffic...was nearly hit by a cab...only to be saved by a random guy. A random guy who then proceeded to hit on her...and get her phone number. Is that everything?" he asked the group, almost spitting venom.

Clint and Scott exchanged brief fearful glances before Clint spoke.

"Yes, boss. We're sorry, she ran out so quickly and the cab was just there...we never could've got to her in ti-"

Bucky held up a hand to silence him.

"Ignoring the fact she only ran out because she saw you...why did nobody go out and check on her? Or call me?? Why exactly did you stand by and let some guy have his hero moment and talk with her long enough to ask her out?" he spat, the edges of his calm façade slipping.

"We're sorry boss" Scott chimed in nervously. "You always say not to approach her...to keep our distance...and we didn't-"

Bucky interrupted him. "I didn't think I'd have to spell out that if you see her in danger or another guy trying to fuck her then it's alright to intervene. You're not filming a fucking nature documentary" he spat, slamming his fist into the mahogany desk.

Scott and Clint nodded, their heads hanging low.

Bucky sighed. "Okay. Everyone out except Steve and Sam" he gestured dismissively to the door with his hand.

"And you two" he pointed at Scott and Clint. "Come back here in ten for some extra training" he barked. "Seems you need a refresher."

Scott and Clint nodded again, swallowing with fear as they knew exactly what 'training' entailed.

"Don't be too hard on 'em, Buck" said Steve after the others had filed out and the door had closed.

"Nobody really knows what you want them to do with this girl. If they're just watching or stepping in. It's not exactly their day job. Everyone thought you wanted to stop following her".

Bucky sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Steve and Sam were the only members of the group who could speak freely like this with him. As much as it annoyed him, he knew it was important for the boss not to exist in an echo chamber.

The only other person who could speak to him like that was you.

"Sounds like you need some damage control after what happened in the bakery anyway" Sam added. "Not sure why you thought flaunting another girl in her face was a good idea..."

Bucky groaned. "I dunno. I fucked up. I was just trying to make her jealous and keep her on her toes. She seemed standoffish after our night together and I didn't want her to think I was whipped. I thought she'd just get mad and we'd do our bickering back and forth like always. I didn't want her thinking I'd gone soft just because we'd slept together..."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, you were so convincing you drove her into the arms of another man. So, good job" he scoffed.

Bucky knew they were right. He wasn't used to have feelings like this. Normally he slept with a woman once or twice and lost interest like clockwork. But you had got under his skin, chewed your way through into his mind. He had no idea how to handle it. But clearly he was failing, regardless.

"It's not important right now. How are we doing with that weapons deal?" he asked authoritatively. Snapping back into boss mode. Into familiar territory, the world he knew.

"Good. Stark is onboard. He's just weighing up the best way to bury the loss of inventory so that there are no questions raised if he gets audited" Steve replied.

Bucky nodded. "Okay, good. Let me know when we're having the sit down".

He turned to Sam. "We still haven't heard from our HYDRA friends in a while. Do we know what's going on there?"

Sam shook his head. "We've been asking around but nobody has heard anything. Maybe they're laying low to get the feds off their back, or they pissed off the wrong people".

Bucky thought carefully. "It's not like them to keep so quiet for this long. And they're not smart enough to lay low this efficiently. If they'd pissed someone off this badly I think we would've heard about it. Don't let up. I want to know where they've been hiding".

Sam nodded, adding a note in his phone.

They spoke more about business until a tentative knock at the door interrupted them.

Bucky sighed, pulling off his jacket and stretching his arms out. "Come in fellas" he said sinisterly.

Scott and Clint filed in sheepishly as Steve and Sam headed out. Steve shot Bucky another look and gestured subtly to the nervous men as he left.

Bucky nodded, knowing full well what Steve was trying to communicate. He wasn't really going to hurt them hurt them, just remind them of their orders. Sometimes people learn better by showing rather than telling.

"Alright, who's first?"

*

You walked to the bakery practically skipping, still high on your meeting with Peter from the day before. You'd been texting since last night and already had plans to meet on Friday evening.

Occasionally glimpses of Bucky flashed into your mind. His icy blue eyes. The smell of his cologne. How his arms felt as he held your hips that night you were together...

But you shook them away. Bucky was behind you now. It was better for you both - you could now meet a nice man who actually liked you and didn't play games - and he could go on fucking his way through the women of New York City and beyond, unencumbered by pesky distractions like 'feelings' or 'being a decent human being'. And life would go on. And that was fine.

But Bucky was hard to shake, even after everything he'd done. He was like a stain you couldn't fully scrub clean. Still, you were determined to remove him from your thoughts.

You filled Wanda in once you reached the bakery, babbling excitedly as you told her about Peter and the taxi and your date on Friday. She gasped, eyes wide as she got up to speed.

"Are you sure you didn't accidentally cast a love spell or something?" she teased. "All these men..."

You rolled your eyes as you pulled out the sheet of brownies Wanda had baked that morning, setting them down in the display cabinet.

"It's only two men, Wands" you scoffed, moving to line up the cupcakes at the front. "And one of them is very much off the scene".

Wanda chuckled as her gaze panned to the store windows, her face suddenly falling. "Huh. I guess not everyone got that memo".

You glanced up to see what Wanda meant only to find Bucky in the distance striding towards the store. You only see him briefly before you turn away so he doesn't see you, but you catch a glimpse of his face. He didn't look happy. But then, when does he?

You knew you didn't want to face him right now, unable to take whatever little game he wanted to play with you. It was just too much. You didn't want him to bring you down from your high, so you made a split decision.

"I'm not here" you spluttered as you catapulted into the back room.

"What??" hisses Wanda after you.

"I dunno tell him I'm on a supply run or something. He'll leave once he realises I'm not here. Thanks, I owe you one!!" you call back at her, slightly frantic.

Wanda sighed as she watched Bucky reach the front door. She plastered on her best service smile as he walked in.

"Hi, Mr. Barnes. What can I get for you today?" she asked.

You listen from the back, impressed by how breezy Wanda sounds.

Bucky casts an eye over the store, carefully inspecting every corner as if you were somewhere he just hadn't noticed yet.

"Where's your boss?" he questions, strolling up to the counter.

Wanda smiled back. "She's not here. She's out picking up some piping bags as our order got delayed. Do you want me to pass a message on?"

You silently applaud her for her quick thinking.

Bucky's jaw ticks. "Huh. That's too bad" he says pensively. "Is she working tomorrow?"

Wanda pauses, unsure if she's meant to tell him or not. She stalls for a moment but they're interrupted by the bell ringing, announcing someone else coming inside.

They both turn to look at him. It's a delivery man with a clipboard, clutching a handful of helium balloons which he carefully manoeuvres through the door.

Wanda looks at him blankly before he speaks.

"Hey. Got a delivery here for..." his finger runs down the page and he reads out your name.

Wanda's face twists in surprise. "Oh! Yeah I can sign for that...minion balloons huh?"

You know she only said that out loud for your benefit.

The guy shrugs and passes the clipboard to her. "I just deliver what I get".

You clasp your hands over your mouth as you hear what they are, dangerously close to crying out with excitement as your stomach flips. Peter was even sweeter than you realised.

"Are you done?" barks Bucky as he watches the man take the clipboard back. "We are in the middle of something here.."

The man scoffs. "Listen pal, I'm just doing my jo-"

But he cuts himself off when he turns to Bucky and fully takes him in. Fearful recognition spreads over his face.

"Oh I'm s-sorry Sir" he stammers nervously, clutching the clipboard and putting the pen back behind his ear. "Yes, all done here, sorry to interrupt".

He rushes out of the store and you remember just how intimidating Bucky's reputation is. You very nearly blow your cover by storming out and chastise him for intimidating people just trying to do their jobs. But you stay put.

"Uh yeah, she's here tomorrow morning" Wanda finally relents. "She's opening the store up".

Bucky nods at her. He shoots a confused glance at the balloons before leaving.

You give it a moment to make sure he's finally gone before sprinting back into the front, nearly smashing into the counter in your eagerness.

You screech are the sight of the balloons, there are three of them in the shape of minions. You giggle and snap a photo on your phone, texting it to Peter to share your appreciation.

Wanda watches on in confusion. "Minions..?" she asks tentatively.

"Oh yeah. I was dressed like a minion when we met and it's kinda become a thing" you explain, smiling at your phone.

Wanda chuckled. "So you have in-jokes already? Promising..."

"I'm not sure everyone appreciated your gift, though" she countered, nodding to the door where Bucky had just left.

You sigh. "Ugh. I'm sorry you had to deal with him. Thanks for covering for me. Don't worry I'll send him on his way tomorrow" you say casually, waving a hand dismissively.

"You're not worried about him?" Wanda asks curiously.

You shook your head. "Nah. I mean, sometimes. But not really, no. I just need to be in the right headspace for his schtick. And I wasn't today..." you explain, shrugging.

Wanda nods thoughtfully. Your phone buzzes as a message pops up on your screen.

Glad they got there in one piece! 😃 See you on Friday. Maybe leave the overalls at home. P x

You grinned excitedly. This was one of your favourite stages of a new romantic prospect, each text filling you with butterflies and anticipation.

*

The day went by in a flash, the usual to-and-fro of customers and no more Bucky or minion themed deliveries. Pepper called in briefly to say hello, delighted to see how well the store was doing and congratulating you on a job well done - which made you swell with pride. She was in the process of hiring a new store assistant to help out during busier shifts, taking the pressure off you and Wanda which you both welcomed. She said she'd send you the resumes of her shortlist and you could give her your thoughts.

Before you knew it you were locking up for the night - battling with the keys while you wrestled with the unruly balloons at the same time.

You set off home clutching the balloons as you read through your messages. You were replying to Peter, a smirk on your face as you ambled along the sidewalk. You didn't even notice the SUV creeping alongside you until a deep voice broke you out of your concentration.

"Hey, Doll".

You jump, your hand clasping your phone as you hold it to your chest in surprise. Your startled expression morphs into annoyance when you see who it is.

Bucky was leaning out of the backseat window, smiling innocently as the car rolled along next to you. He looked great as always, a section of his slicked back hair slipping down onto his forehead. You had to resist the urge to reach out and tuck it back in.

"What do you want, Bucky?" you ask flatly.

"Did you get the piping bags?" he mocks.

"Yep" you snap, continuing along the street with your eyes facing forward.

You thought the image must've been funny, a grown woman clutching minion balloons as a man leaning out of SUV drives alongside her at a glacial pace. But you were too annoyed by Bucky to see the humour in the situation.

"Cute balloons. Who they from?" he asks, reaching out to pull on the foil strings. You swat his hand away with a sharp slap.

"A new friend" you mutter as you continue on, wondering if you can make a detour to shake off your new shadow.

"Look at you. Always making friends...anyone I know?"

"I doubt it. We don't exactly run in the same circles". Your voice is cold and prickly.

"Oh, well, you wanna tell me how you met?" he teases.

"I'd rather not".

"Want a ride home?" he asked. "We have space for your new inflatable friends, too".

"No thanks. My legs work just fine" you spit back at him. "I thought you'd stopped following me?"

"I have. Was just in the neighbourhood is all" he shrugs.

Liar.

You roll your eyes knowingly.

"Can we talk?" he asks quietly.

If you didn't know any better you would've detected a hint of desperation in his voice.

"There's nothing to say" you respond. "Maybe ask Allegra if you're looking to chat to someone". You curse yourself for sounding more annoyed than you wanted.

Bucky scoffs. "Not jealous, are you doll?"

"Why would I be jealous? Because we slept together last week, you kicked me out on my ass, ignored me for days and then you brought another woman to where I work?"

He frowned. "I may not have handled this as well as I could've..."

"No shit".

You stop and turn to face him. The car comes to a halt too.

You reach out and finally tuck that errant strand of hair behind his ear and lean in, smiling sweetly. Bucky's posture stiffens, inwardly ecstatic about this unexpected physical touch as he leans closer to you.

"Leave. Me. Alone" you practically whisper to him, carefully enunciating each word. "Stop following me. Stop showing up at my work. Torture someone else. I'm done with you".

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek almost mockingly and move as far away from the car as possible, ignoring his final pleas as you put your earphones in and begin to play music, drowning him out.

Bucky sighed. He really had fucked up with you.

But he wasn't licked yet.

[coraline-jones353]

The Hottest guy on the team

Prompt: Baseball Au where Henry plays travel baseball and one of his teammates has an attractive sister who watches the games.

I feel like Henry would be a great baseball player ngl. Also can anyone catch the reference to a song I snuck in here?? 😂

Summary: What happens when Henry sees a competor flirting with his y/n. Will he finally admit his burning crush for his teammates sister or will he let her get flirted with right in front of him.

Warnings: Lose of a championship, little bit of violence, little bit of a forbidden relationship, jealous and protective Henry, use of y/n, no pronouns used 🫶🏼

Fluffy and some angst

Every summer boys with a love and talent of baseball would join the Riptides traveling team. They went to most of the neighboring towns and states, traveling to beat the teams. They were undefeated until someone missed the winning home run on a championship game aswell due to being .... a little distracted.

"Yo Hart! You're up to base next, get your helmet on." The coach yells to the hottest guy on the team. I look up from my phone to watch and stare as I see Henry take some practice swings. He's unbelievably hot but my brother would kill me if I even tried anything, I've known Henry since I was 12. I'm now 15 and have had a raging crush on him for 3 years.

Henry goes up to the base, swings 3 times; my lucky number I've told him, and hits it! He runs all the way to second base before having to stop. I watch him fondly basically drooling as my brother would say.

As I'm staring at Henry I see the second baseman for the other team wink at me. He must have been thinking I was looking at him, but I know it would be weird if I was staring at Henry so I kinda play along. It doesn't matter, I think to myself, I'll never see him again, besides he's kinda cute.

Henry sees this flirty exchange between me and the guy that's next to him. He glares at the baseman.

The next time Henry is up to bat, it's the last inning; with the score being tied. If he gets a home run he will win the game for his team. But should he not his team will surely lose. He had to concentrate, but that guy, #16, keeps looking at me, staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. He can't stand the way that guy looks at me.

Instead of hitting that home run Henry instead hit #16 square in the face. Causing the Riptides to lose the championship this year.

I ran over to Henry asking why he hit him and all he could say was, "I didn't like the way he was looking at you..." while avoiding my brother's stare.

"I don't like people looking at my-" "at you the way he was. It was inappropriate and disgusting." Henry says recovering from almost calling me his girl.

"Henry, are you... jealous?" I ask walking towards him. "What! No why would I be jealous of that creep." he says defensively. "You so are! You're mad he winked at me and did the call me signal at me!" I say almost yelling from the sudden realization I just had. "Just drop it y/n!" he yells before storming off to his car.

Later back at the camping grounds after my brother had fallen asleep, I sat outside on the porch, looking at the stars, admiring from afar.

Henry slowly walked up to me before sitting down. He leaned his head against my shoulder saying nothing but it meant the most. It meant that I was right that he liked me back, it meant he wanted to be with me, but it also confirmed my fear that he couldn't unless my brother would agree.

We sat in silence that night just happy with each other's presence.

The next day I woke up to my brother and Henry fighting. Andrew was yelling something about "it would be weird!" and Henry was yelling "but it shouldn't be up to you! I was just asking outta respect!"

I groggily got out of my bed fixing my appearance before walking out into the room. "What the hell are y'all on about at 7 am in the morning on a Saturday!" I yell mad about the sleep I could have been getting. Henry locks eyes with me and I've never seen a look so intense.

He strides over to me and kisses me. It's nothing I've felt before. It feels so right but so wrong; especially since my brother is standing there, mouth agape. The kiss just feels right, the way he possessively pulls my waist to him, the way he plays with my hair with his other hand, the way his lips are as soft as the clouds. I think I could die now and be happy for eternity knowing I kissed the hottest guy on the team's lips.

Sincerely, Coraline Jones 🐈‍⬛

[beeeeandpuppycat]

Trevor spengler smut alphabet cause he's 18 in the newest Ghostbusters >W<

A = Aftercare: well he's kinda confused how to help but he's got the spirit ! Usually just letting you wear his shirt and shower together which just gets him even more flustered

B = body part , thighs and breast . Thighs cause he likes it when his face is squished between the soft flesh and breast cause he wants to blblblblbll in them

C = Cum , probably quick. His hormones are wild and he loves you a lil too much , First time U guys did the deed he ended up cumming immediately. Almost funny how embarrassed he was. Now he usually lasts 15 minutes but he makes it worth it <33 cums hard. And everywhere

D = Dirty secret , one time you when you came to his house for a sleep over . He was doing the laundry and there it was. A pate of small panties in the basket - and well he couldn't help it. Keeping the pair and secretly using it to masturbate in the bathroom. At the moment it's tucked under his mattress

E = Experience , no experience other than you . He was always busy doing ghost stuff . So you were his first everything which just made it all the more perfect .

F = Favorite position ,cow girl . He enjoys having you on top of him riding him like a pony. - sometimes arms tied back above the headboard. His body twitching arms tugging just wanting to hold on to you while his eyes basically roll back to his skull

G = Goofy sometimes. But usually your the one making the jokes. He would be all over pleasured and suddenly you make a silly lil reference and he's back to giggling nervous and giddy

H = Hair cleanliness , well.... Not at all really . Not at all shaved , but atleast he's clean. ?

I = Intimacy he loves you so much even he can't quite understand it. He doesn't do PDA really or anything but he's always making sure to hold your hand . In private he's always making sure to hug you . Peppering your face in loving kisses and happily cuddling on to you during the night all the time

J = Jack off, tons. Like non stop . Hormones made him even more hyper sexual than he already was . When Ur not over -hes using lil pictures of you and sex tapes of you to masturbate

K = Kink , being bounded down. Either your tied up or he is ^^. Plus biting . Leaving bite marks on your thighs . And well- especially kissing. Sucking all over your breast. "Blblblblblblblblblbl"

L = Location ,well. He enjoys his bedroom. He doesn't like people watching - enjoys it when it's private. But maybe sometimes a car. Or just a public stall bathroom

M = Motivation , hormones of course. But also cause he's a boy and genuinely his girlfriend is beautiful. So that's enough to get him horny 24/7

N = No . Turn offs, actually hitting and hurting you. Yeah he bites and of course sometimes his wrist or even yours can get slightly wounded but he would never physically punch, hit or slap you. Any lasting marks genuinely just makes him feel sad and guilty

O = Oral ,he likes receiving , any kind of head. Bite marks, and being the receiving one during sex

P = Pace ,fast and sloppy. - no real pace yet managed to hit all the g-spots perfectly . Always ends up leaving a mess behind

Q = Quickie ,he doesn't necessarily love anything fast. He enjoys actually loving you and making sure you feel good. But he doesn't necessarily have a choice considering ghost hunting . So yeah he does quickies alot^^

R = Risk ,I say he more enjoys it safe

S = Stamina , tons of stamina. Teenage boy so yk. He cums quickly - 15 minutes but he can do it all over again. 3-4 rounds.

T =toys ,well to be honest he got way too curious watching a porn video of some girl using toys on herself. And well.. he asked you about it. And well- you gave one to him. Usually just use it on you..rarely . And very secretly something only you know about he would use it on himself without anyone knowing <33

U = Unfair ,? Well maybe to himself but he usually makes sure you both get equal pleasure . He feels bad if he doesn't :(..

V =, volume in bed ?, fucking loud as hell. Whenever U guys are in a bathroom stall you have to cover his mouth just to shut him up- cause he can't stop sobbing about how much he loves you or how much it feels good.

W = wild card(head cannon) enjoys silly comics. Idk get this guy some my little pony comics he'd eat them up

X = X-ray (beneath his clothes) maybe like 5.1 , 5.2 he's average sized. - lil sensitive vein going up and the tip a pretty bubblegum pink

Y = Yearning , do I need to repeat myself how high his sex drive is ? Mf got the dawg in him .

Z = Zzz , out in a flash. - second you guys finished and you went to shower he already forgot and passed out on the bed. "Bleh"

[lokiforever]

🖤Love in the Dark 🖤

Mafia!Loki x Fem!Reader

Series summary: After Loki was banished from Asgard he landed at some place in midgard. Now that he didn't have his powers and magic he was just like another mortal. After a few years of struggle and rejection he became a mafia boss. A billionaire. Yes, he was a trader ...but of lives. His heart didn't feel much emotions now.Can a girl whom he met accidentally be his remedy ? Will she be able to break the wall he had built around his heart? Will she be able to bring light in his dark world?...

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SHORT CHAPTER!! ⚠️☢️

Chapter 4

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He couldn't even begin to describe how much he despised seeing you with another man and why. He can't do it. He can't have you. He knows better than to repeat that whole falling in love and dating nonsense.

........Right?

But then why does it feel as if the adrenaline pumping through his veins would burst out even at the thought of you being with another man?

The sound of your echoed laughter pulled him out of his trance as he took in the dreadful sight in front of him - that guy, whoever he was- he didn't see his face as he had his back towards him, had his hands all over you, as you danced in his hands.

He had to do something.Why? He had no clue.

He saw him walking towards the bar as you too went there after a few minutes and he gave you a drink.

"Y/N?" Loki said as he approached you from behind "Oh, hey" "Would you mind if I talk to him for a second" he said referring to Marc "Uh, sure go ahead"

He took Marc and walked away till he was out of sight and as soon he was... "Do you know who I am ?" "Y-yes I do, Mr. Laufeyson" "Good. And know this, if I see you with her for even a millisecond from now, you'll be history. And if you even think about harming her, I'll make you beg for death" he growled. The fear was evident in the boys eyes as he heard this. "I'll count till seven...run. 1...2.." before he could reach till 5 the boy ran for his life.

Then Loki returned to you and sat on the bar stool beside you "Enjoying ourselves, are we?" he said, a tiny smirk playing on his lips "More than I thought I would... Where's Marc ?" "You seem to like him a lot, huh?" he said, controlling his jealousy. "I was just asking cuz he went with you....then he didn't so" you said with a shrug "And he never would." this made you visibly confused "I mean, he received a call and he had to go... who knows when you're gonna see him again" "Hmm...fair enough

Standing up, he offered you his hand to you with a little bow "May I have the privilege of sharing this dance with you, my lady?" he said making you blush deeply. "You may" you took his hand as he lead you to the dance floor.

Both of you swayed in each other's arms, uncaring of the world around you as you twirled and dipped.

Much to your surprise, and not in a pleasant way, you started feeling dizzy and lightheaded after sometime. Your body seemed like it was about to go limp. "Loki ...I ..I feel.." you started "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he said

"I..I sort of...I just.." before you could complete your words you went down like a stone but luckily for you, Loki was your night in the shining armour.... again. He, almost instinctively, picked you up, not letting your head hit the floor as a wave of concern washed his face

"Y/N? Y/N!? Darling, wake up!" he tried but it was to no avail. He signalled one of his guards and then moved out of the crowded hall, picking you up in his arms effortlessly as he carried you to his car with his guard backing you up from close behind.

The chauffeur opened the car door for him as he laid you down in the backseat. His mind was running a hundred miles per second. 'What happened to you?' ; 'Is someone behind it or is it just some deficiency of the body?' ; 'And if someone is indeed there, who could it be?' ; 'Could it be the kidnappers from earlier?' ; 'Could it be .....' then it hit him.

His nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Darling, please open your eyes. Please" he said, sounding almost desperate. But it was again in vain. Then he turned to the chauffeur "You know where we need to go. There's only one accurate place" he said to him "Yes, sir" the chauffeur said with a nod and started the limo.

Loki tried all he could, from gently patting your cheek to restless attempts of calling you by your name but nothing seemed to he helping.

After sometime, the car stopped in front of what seemed like a lab. Loki stepped out the limo and a man wearing a white lab coat, with short brown curls and specs walked out with a smile on his face

"Laufeyson, after so many days! What's up? Everything okay, I hope?" he said, offering a hand for Loki to shake, which he did. "Hello, Bruce. Everything was okay, a few hours ago, but now ... you'll have to do your job, Dr. Banner" he said forcing a smile on his face as he was visibly tensed because of you. He opened the car door, revealing you.

"Wait, is that ...Y/N?" Bruce said, surprised "Uh, yes? How do you know her?" Loki asked, visibly confused "I will tell you, hut not now. Better if I treat her first, don't you think?" "Yeah, right. Sure, ofcourse. But don't think that I'll drop it." "Obviously. I know you that much by now. Bring her to the lab"

"Hey- watch your tongue! You don't get to order me or boss me around" "I'm not doing either, just performing my job as a doctor" this earned an eye roll from Loki and a "Clearly" which was dripping sarcasm.

You were brought to the lab and laid on the strecher as Bruce took your pulse and did all the essential things needed to be.

"She's been drugged"

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