#like its so sexy i cant stop staring

[mangosrar]

call it closure

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

long asf. smut. filth. sexy chris 😛😛😛

your relationship with chris had always been complicated, a will they wont they sort of thing. you both loved eachother, that was obvious, yes you were his, but he wasnt yours.

you both decided friends with benefits would be the best option. well for him. part of you agreed just so you could play pretend, trick yourself into thinking you had him, and you knew nothing lasted forever, but he fooled you for a while.

everyone knew chris had major commitment issues, but you just didnt understand. he treated you like the only girl ever behind closed doors, but the second anyone else was around, he would drop your hand.

you thought this would be fine, you had him, you had him to yourself and that was all that mattered. until you realised you didnt. he had you eating out the palm of his hand on complete puppet strings. he said jump and you asked how high. you had fallen down a dangerous rabbit hole, and the only way to escape was to drive a knife straight through the heart of whatever it was you and chris had.

flashback.

the house was the quietest youve ever heard it. matt and nick were out so chris had invited you over to smoke with him but you were pretty sure he had over done it because he had gone completely none verbal and just started staring at the wall. he was slouched down on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his hands in his lap. you were too, slouched down on the couch with your knees up. he took a deep breath in before breaking the silence.

"do you think were soulmates in every universe?" he said. not moving his eyes from the spot on the wall. you could have cried right there and then, feeling a deep aching pain bloom in your chest from his words. you hated how he was so absentmindedly killing you.

there was an abundant pause and a thick tension gathered in the air, you wondered if chris could feel it too.

"are we even soulmates in this one?" your voice was so quiet and soft you weren’t sure he even heard you, until he let out a frustrated sigh before bringing a hand up to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"come on y/n dont start this shit now" his voice was harsh. he kept his eyes closed waiting for you to drop it, like you did every time, but you werent sure how much longer you could carry on like this.

"what chris? im being serious, i dont even know what this is anymore, you treat me like im everything one minute and then act like you couldnt care less is i fucking live or die the next!" you let your feet fall and land on the floor as you sat up and turned to face him.

"you know thats not true" he took his hand off of his face and let it rest in the air. his eyes still closed.

"do i?" your voice was quiet and broken. this was draining. the heavy presence of the fact he wasnt truly yours was sucking the life out of you. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

"we both agreed to do this y/n you cant put all of this on me" he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring at you intensely.

there was a pregnant pause, he was waiting for you to defend yourself, or at least try to argue his point, but you couldnt, he was right, to a certain degree. yes you had both agreed to friends with benefits but you hadnt agreed to being hopelessly in love with someone who only reciprocated those feelings in the dark.

you dropped yours eyes, tearing them away from his and letting them linger on his hands before taking a deep breath in.

"i cant carry on like this, its killing me." he tried to cut you off momentarily but you held a hand up, stopping him. "i wont beg for you to love me anymore chris, because i know that somewhere deep down you really do". he said nothing as he stared at you. he was completely speechless. he felt that pain, just like you did, deep in his bones. you searched his eyes for something, anything, a sign that you were lying and just embarrassing yourself, a sign that told you he wasnt at all affected by this, any sense of doubt. you found nothing.

and with that, you left. you got up and walked out of that house, leaving chris to sit there and regret every singe life decision that had got him to this point, but he didnt come after you, he didnt try to stop you, he didnt try to change your mind and thats what stung the most.

end of flashback.

"im going to pack the car so everyone bring your bags down!" chris shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

you pulled the zipper closed on the bag before taking your phone off the bed and making your way downstairs, nick following close behind you. you didnt even look up at chris. you couldnt, you wanted to take complete advantage of the short amount of time you had left to distance yourself from him as much as possible.

it had been about 3 months since you walked out on chris, you hadnt spoke at all, he hadnt tried and neither had you, both of you just accepting fate and trying to move on, but considering the fact his two brothers were your best friends and you practically lived at their house with how much you were over, it was proving to be quite the challenge.

you just politely dropped your bag at his feet and scurried off into the kitchen, bumping into matt.

"you want me to drive the first or second half?" you asked. considering you were the only two that could drive, you insisted you would split it.

"i dont mind but, you sure you wanna have to sit next to chris for that long?" he lowered his voice slightly, his eyes darting to chris who was grabbing all the bags behind you, as his face scrunched up slightly. you glanced over your shoulder at him briefly before crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging.

"its okay, he wont talk to me anyways" you let out a pathetic laugh through your nose, trying to make the situation a little light hearted and a lot less embarrassing. matt obviously picked up on this but was kind enough to ignore it.

"ill do the first half, he will probably fall asleep by the time we swap anyway" he patted your shoulder and you nodded as he made a bee line for the front door.

matt and nick were probably the worst part of this whole situation. they were stuck smack bang in the middle of this pandemonium. of course they both knew what had happened but they gave you the courtesy of separating you and chris with you and them and decided to move past it. you and chris were both aware of how awkward it was for them, and thankfully, he was mature enough to not kick up a big fuss every time you were around. you hadnt spoken at all since that night, only the odd flash of a smile sent each others way when you crossed paths and that was rare, so when nick invited you on their weekend get away to a cabin in the middle of no where with them, you were obviously delighted.

the drive was excruciating. if it wasnt matt and nick arguing it was chriss shitty trap music playing or the gps redirecting you. while you were driving up front chris hadnt even spared you a glance, he didnt utter a single word to you the whole time.

part of you was grateful but another part of you wished he would have, selfishly, so you could just get over it and enjoy your weekend, but nothing was enjoyable anymore as long as chris was around.

"i call the double bed" chris yelled, running through the house.

"y/n theres a room with two singles, wanna bunk with me?" nick asked, slipping his backpack off of his shoulders.

"sure" you nodded, before making your way to the room, setting your bag down and plopping on the bed with a huff, matt trailed in behind you, with your suitcase.

"come on grouchy pants, were gonna have funnnn" he said swatting your leg that was dangling off the edge of the bed.

"i need at least 3-5 business days to recover from being within a 1 mile radius of chris for longer than 30 seconds" you let out a breath as you looked over to matt who was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

"that bad?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"that bad" you replied flatley. matt just chuckled and motioned for you to follow him downstairs. you huffed and sat up before stomping down the hall after him.

in all fairness, it hadnt been that bad. the 4 of you had eaten, laughed played games and just had fun, regardless of the hanging tension wedged between you and chris. it was now 11:30 and everyone was asleep, but your mind just couldnt switch off, tossing and turning, checking the clock every 5 minutes. you huffed and looked over at nick who was out like a light. hot tub it is.

"i dont know madi, it just hurts" you spoke.

"has he even tried to talk to you?" she spoke over the phone.

"not one single word, and the thing is i dont know if i wanna strangle him or just kiss his fucking face off" you huffed, readjusting your arms so they were resting on the edge of the hot tub with your phone in your hands, the rest of your body being engulfed by the warm blanket of water.

"im worried my advice is gonna get you in trouble" she laughed, making you blow out a huff of air through your nose.

"it doesnt matter, i cant bring myself to do either" you and madi spoke for a little while longer beofre you wrapped the call up, put your phone on the ground and let your body sink lower into the steaming water until it was resting on your collar bones.

you sighed and let your head fall back, this is what you needed, a relaxing moment, the quiet calm of the night lulling your brain into a state of tranquillity, no matt and nick arguing, no chr-

"cant sleep?" you almost had a heart attack, your body jolted forward as your eyes darted around searching for the body that owned the voice.

"jesus, chris you scared the life out of me, how long have you been sitting there?" your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart from being startled. he just stared at you with drooped eyes from his position on the patio chair, opposite the hot tub.

"long enough" he said. his face didnt show any sign of emotion. his stoic expression sending an un willing chill up your spine, despite the warmth of the chlorine filled bubbles around you. chris leaned forward and you swallowed thickly.

"did you mean what you said?" his voice was alot softer and quieter than before, like he was worried you would break at the slight tone of his voice. you couldnt bring your self to look back up at him, he would eat you alive. you paused momentarily, weighing out your options of whether you even wanted to entertain this conversation with him or just cut him dead.

there was no way in hell that you were letting yourself fall back down this slippery slope again, so just like before, you abruptly got up and out of the hot tub, reached for your towel and made your way back inside, without sparing him a glance, keeping your eyes trained to the floor, leaving chris once again, to watch you walk away from him, and all the same, he didnt try to stop you.

"nick open the fucking door!" you whispered loudly. no reply.

resting your forehead against the door, you mentally cursed yourself for even going in the hot tub. you should have stayed in bed and this whole situation would be avoided, chris too. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"what are you doing?" he stood just beside you with a questioning look on his face.

you huffed, pulling your head back and looking up at him.

"nick locked the door" you sounded so defeated it made his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

"you can come sleep with me, ill take the floor i dont mind" he motioned his head towards his designated bedroom while keeping his eyes trained to yours.

you dropped your head and sighed. how was this happening. you had spent months walking on egg shells, doing everything in your power to stay as far away from him as you could, and now you were forcing him out of his bed so you could sleep there.

he stared at you waiting for your answer. he knew you had no other option, you couldnt sleep on the couch with matt and you were also stood in a wet bikini and a wet towel. be realistic y/n.

"sure, okay" you looked up at him, and his eyes gained a fraction of hope momentarily, before he nodded and started leading you to his room. this was going to be a long night.

"um, i dont.." you paused and cleared your throat. "i dont have anything to wear" chris looked up at you from his position on the bed before his eyes trailed over your body, stood in a towel in the bathroom doorway shifting on your feet, looking like a nervous little girl.

you cleared your throat again, snapping chris out of whatever trance he had gotten into. he stood up and walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed, pulling out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, before padding over to you and handing them over.

"thanks" you smiled.

"no problem" he replied, watching you turn back into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face and leaning against it, you werent sure if this was going to work, your left control was wearing thin.

how had it ended up like this? you tried so hard to have some composure but you couldnt help it, he was shirtless, clad in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, basically inviting you to jump straight on him.

his lips trailed down your neck as his hands ran up your sides, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his after 3 months of complete torture without it.

he brought his lips back up to meet your in a hot and heavy kiss, tongues dancing together, teeth clashing, the works. frantic hands gripping his hair relentlessly, pulling groans from his mouth.

chris brought his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and separating the kiss, before diving back in and sucking purple marks into your neck and collarbones, earning breathy whines from you.

there was a moment of hesitation from you as he trailed his hands lower fiddling with the waistband of his boxers that you were wearing.

"chris wait" he halted his movements and brought his face up to yours. god he was making this so hard. he was breathing heavy and his hair was messy from your curious hands, his chain dangling between the two of you.

"we shouldnt be doing this" you shook your head, eyes wide.

"why y/n?" he asked breathlessly.

"because chris" you whined. he knew exactly why. all your hard work of keeping your distance from him had just been thrown into a sweltering ball of gasoline and chris had completely set it alight.

"call it closure" he whispered. he could see the inner turmoil you were facing. you knew you were about to give in, and judging by the smirk growing on his face, so did he.

you pulled his face down to yours again and he hummed into the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his being something no drug could ever amount to.

he continues his trail down your body, leaving wet hot kisses in his trail, keeping his eyes glued to yours. he was dragging this out, savouring the blaze of your touch.

"chris please" you whined.

"what baby? tell me what you want" he spoke in-between leaving kisses on your stomach and thighs.

"just fuck me" that was all he needed to hear before he was yanking your shorts down and doing the same with his own pants and boxers. he was on his knees between your legs, pumping his cock in his hand, eyes wondering over your frame hungrily.

"so pretty" he muttered before brining his lips to yours again and pushing his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size before he was pulling all the way out and slamming back in over and over again. you were already a mess underneath him, mewling and moaning like you would never get the chance again.

"missed you so much baby, so fucking much" chris grunted in-between thrusts before peppering light kisses down the side of your face and neck. you just whined at his words.

his pace was relentless and your hands flew to his back, dragging your nails down his skin, pulling a low "fuck" from chriss lips.

"so good to me y/n, cant believe i ever fucking let you go" he said as he stilled his thrusts and pulled back, sitting on his knees and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders, and continuing his thrusts.

you let out a lewd moan at the new angle, hands gripping the bed sheets as chris arms wrapped around your thighs, drilling his cock into you so deep, hitting that spot inside that made you see stars.

"oh fuck chris dont stop" you mewled, letting your head fall back.

his pace became impossibly faster, every single thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

you were pulsating around him, your high getting closer and closer. chris dropped your legs and doubled over, shoving his head into the crook of your neck with a deep groan.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" his words were strangled and breathless. he brought his lips to yours once again but the pleasure was so good and you were so close you couldnt keep up with him, chris noticed this and smirked against your mouth.

"come on sweet girl, give it to me, come all over my cock" he said as he brought his thumb down to rub hard, fast circles over your puffy clit making your back arch even further off the bed.

you let out a strangled moan of his name before being launched into a pool of complete, white ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his thrusts did not falter as he sat up watching you ride out your orgasm with hooded eyes.

“you look so pretty like this ma”

he wasnt far behind, his hips stuttered before he let out a loud whine, followed by a hiss and a string of curses, painting your insides white, sending a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim, before collapsing on top of you.

the two of you were sweating and panting, both completely silent, just relishing in the feeling of the post sex haze. your hands come up to his hair and you ran your fingers through it soothingly.

he planted a soft kiss to your collarbone before bringing his face up so he was eye level with you. his eyes trailed over your face, creating a memory and he took a deep breath in before speaking.

"i do love you”.

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Captain Hook x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Hook wakes up before dawn and he tries not to wake you up too, he does, but you're just such a pretty picture in his 🛏🛏🛏 xx

Warnings: I think he has a bit of somnophilia kinkiness in him- but don't worry, he would wake you up before doing anything. He's a gentleman. He does stare at you though and give you some affections like cuddling, cheek stroking, and a kiss while you sleep though. It is also evident that some hanky panky occurred earlier. Unedited.

Tagging: @stareena Hey! I'm not sure if you wanted this version of Captain Hook or the animated one- but just let me know! ^^

The waters were in good spirits this morning, not flat and still like a corpse but not raging like a furious school teacher either. The ship rocked gently with its waives, so if he weren't a seaman then Captain Hook would feel sick- luckily, he was an experienced seaman and he enjoyed the soft rolling. He stood and walked on it easy, following the movements with an ease you only get out of years of experience.

Years of experience that also lead him to getting up at unholy hours of the morning every bloody day, even when he didn't need to. Even when he didn't want to. When he would do anything to just be asleep curled around his darling; still slumbering in his bed, their body naked except for the throws and furs that adorn his four-poster-cot. But no, though, his body clock had long since been taught that 4 hours past midnight was his morning. And he had to listen. It was in his blood.

So, yes, it was unfortunate that he was awake and dressed, not still naked himself feeling his sweet beauty's soft skin on his this morning. But the view he had, standing at the end of the bed, was almost as magnificent. Almost.

You really were the most marvelous treasure he ever found,.. he thought, smirking down at you nuzzling a cushion. Incredibly beautiful, over worldly sexy,.. unfairly adorable. Here you were, just sleeping peacefully in his chambers, after a long exhausting night between the cot and his hips (Admittedly, he was unrelenting last night- and deserve this rest now), and here we was... ridiculously aroused.

God- how do you do it?

Rolling his eyes upwards, Hook shakes his head and tries to just leave the room- go out onto deck and boil himself a tea and just enjoy the quiet morning and the magnificent sea- but the thought of you stops him at the door. Slowly he leans back from the doorway and turns back, gazing at you again.

"... oh, pull yourself together James. You had them a matter of hours ago." He mutters, chastising himself. Again, he tries to leave; reaching for the doorhandle and wrapping his good hand around it.

Then he's slowly letting it go again, and sighing. He has never had enough, not of you. That's clear. And well... the men are all asleep. If there were ever a time for him to devote himself to you, it was now.

He takes off his feathered hat and unbuttons his red coat on the way to the bed, before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead so soft you could mistake it for a brush of butterflies wings if you were awake. "My dear, you are just irresistible." Hook tells you quietly, as if explaining himself as the coat comes off his shoulders and he lays it at the end of the bed. Then he takes off his heeled boots, hanging over your dozing body. "Completely unfair, I must say... "

With his shirt and his pants still on, he slips back into bed; leaning against the headboard with the intention to stroke your hair and watch you rest for a while longer. When you instinctually, in your sleep, curl into him so your head rests on his chest and your hand slips over his opposite shoulder a slow smirk spreads across his face. Oh dear... "I suppose I'm not the only one who cant get enough, hmm?... "

While you continue to sleep, now nuzzling his collarbone instead of the cushion, Hook uses the tip of his namesake weapon to remove some hair from your face that was tickling your nose and becomes entranced with your sleeping face as he strokes your cheek with his knuckles.

Your delicate eyelids fluttering every now and then, your nose sometimes scrunching up, your pretty lips looking unfairly unkissed... He is besotted. Absolutely infatuated. He wants you forevor.

And he wants to kiss you. Your lips just look so perfect; soft and parted ever-so-slightly. He had kissed them for hours the previous evening, felt your tongue intimately with his, but he suddenly feels like he hasn't felt your lips for centuries. He misses your kiss desperately.

"Hmmm... " Could he manage it?... without waking you?... Spreading his own lips into a thoughtful grimace, Hook watches you needfully for a few torturous, thought provoking moments.

... perhaps... if he is particularly carefully with you,..

Ah. He cant help himself. He is a pirate, after all~ Stealing a few kisses now and then is the least he can do.

So, smirking shortly, Captain Hook leans down over your face. His hook trails soothingly down the side of your face, tracing your jaw until it reaches your chin; there it slips underneath and tilts your head gently up towards him. He can feel your slow, hot sleeping breaths on his face and he doesn't even care about your morning breath- you're far too perfect for him to ever mind something as silly as your simple human bodily functions.

Finally he feels your perfect, sweet, unmoving lips under his own. Its an odd sensation, kissing someone so unresponsive, but since its you he enjoys it anyway. He even tastes you, swiping a tongue across your bottom lip so so softly before pulling back again; satisfied. "... as suspected, my dear. You are utterly flawless, always."

When suddenly your hands glide up his chest to his neck and you guide him right back down to your, now quite responsive, waiting mouth- Hook is surprised but not displeased at all as he gives in to your sleepy request. Evidently his kiss woke you, but you aren't displeased he sees. Your lips move slowly, passionately against his and your tongue languidly glides over his; kissing him in a quiet, very exhausted, almost filthy way that has him hard again almost instantaneously.

When you release him again after a few lovely moments, your beautiful eyes crack open a little and you give him a worn-out smile. "... couldn't get enough?" Your voice cracks, from all the moaning and begging the evening before, but you're intent as ever. Oh, you are his north star, definitely. He loves you so much.

So, of course the answer is no- "Never, my dear."

"... be gentle with me."

"I promise."

[whalesforhands]

love LOVE loveyour latest stsg x reader fics.. something about them brings me so much comfort bc i just Knowww those two are constantly up to no good. and when it involves a certain oblivious, unsure, not so confident reader? they are sooo evil and i think so much teasing comes up between them so theyre always coming up with ways to tease her and get her all flustered for them. it probably starts with satoru who she caught his eyes first.. ever since then he probably makes it his mission to torment her and follow her like a puppy. and suguru notices that every time she appeara its like he doesn’t exist to satoru! hes not jealous no… if anything he becomes even More obsessed than satoru! and probably a more quiet eviler person to her!!! cant argue w me that suguru is probably the more cunning of the two!! anyways satoru teases her and she runs to suguru for help but hes evil and indulges in satoru’s playfulness so he doesnt give in!! sometimes he does!!

but oh my shoko… my beautiful shoko my lovely lady i love her. and reader is probably infuriated with her but having two overgrown lizards constantly bothering her.. i bet its hard for shoko to have reader all to herself …but!! reader has the biggest soft spot for her obviously she makes time for shoko and shoko 100% uses that to her advantage to bully the two bullies themselves that she has reader wrapped around her finger hah! reader can wear something really cute and maybe more revealing than most days and shoko will just rub herself over reader and the two boys will frown like kids getting their candy stolen :))) thru all of this, reader is clueless and just believes that shoko loves her!

anyways i love your writing so much!

anon, ur so sexy for being my first ever ask and it’s so detailed and long too. u deserve this fic.

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laundry mishap (gojo x reader x geto, shoko x reader)

warnings: you let shoko grope you (willingly), 17+ rating, gojo and geto are hopeless, shoko is so attractive i’m going to scream, aftermath of my AO3 withdrawals

You steps were unsteady, hand desperately pressed onto the hem of your much shorter skirt, it’s length just hitting your mid-thigh as your unsteady gait made you stumble.

Your thigh-highs did little to cover your more exposed legs, unknowingly showing the zettai ryoiki to the world as the socks clung to your flesh, subtly highlighting the sexiness and shapeliness of your legs.

Your school blazer clung ever so tight to your figure, showing each curve and wind of your body. Much too different from your usual loose, ill-fitting uniform. Usually so baggy, your figure was so… Boxy looking.

“Do you ever get tired of looking like a sloth?”

Gojo inquired, staring you down through his sunglasses as he looked over your form. Your long skirt hung to your knees, blazer hanging off your form. The sleeves were so long they nearly swallowed your hands, stopping just shy of your palm as you crossed your arms protectively over yourself, as if embarrassed of your uniform choice.

“I’m just… More comfortable like this, Gojo-san…” You murmur, eyes casting downwards towards the floor. Did you really look… Bad? Was that why Gojo commented on your clothes? Did they really look as horrible as you thoug-

“Don’t tease her Satoru, I think she looks cute.” Suguru smiled, watching with glee as he watched you flinch, eyes growing wide and your face stance turning shy as your eyes finally left the ground, turning to face his own.

A cute, upwards quirk of your lips, polite and unsure, as if you didn’t believe him.

“Thank you, Suguru.”

Foolish, you were so foolish to trust Shoko with your laundry for the week.

“It only shrunk just a little!”

Your skirt is too short. That’s fine. You have stockings, they’ll cover them.

“Ah. Your… Stockings, you say?” Shoko tapped a thoughtful finger on her chin in mock thought. A hand tucked behind her back as she tapped her foot. She lets out a nervous huff, pulling out ripped, torn, absolutely devastated remains of your poor stockings.

…

…

…

“You can forgive me because I’m cute, right?”

(You did, in fact, forgive her because she was cute. And because she bought you your favourite chocolate milk from that specific vending machine at that very specific timing you claim has the best tasting milk.)

You huffed a little from running through the halls, the clock just about to hit 8:30 as you slid open the backdoor, attempting to make a sneaky entrance and slide into your seat next to Ieiri a quick and easy feat.

If counting how 4 pairs of eyes were solely trained on you for a summer draft accidentally slamming the door closed behind you counted as ‘sneaky’ anyway.

(Two pairs were absolutely shocked at your way of dress, whilst one was gloating with pride as she took in the sight of you before her. The last pair was apathetic and was more interested in trying to finish the class.)

“(last name), how quaint of you to finally join us. Take your seat.” Yaga-sensei drawled out, turning back around to the blackboard.

“Ahem, where was I?” He looks towards his notebook. “Ah, right. So Imperial Japan existed from 1868, the beginning of the Mei-“

You shyly hurried to Shoko’s side, watching her smirk as you blushed desperately, holding down your skirt and not noticing the two gazes basically pinning their eyes to you. Stuck gazes, watching the way your ‘new’ uniform highlighted your now more exposed frame. The way it clung tight to your chest, the fat of your thighs exposed from your skirt, the way your thigh-highs tightened around-

“Ieiri,” You whispered. “I feel naked…” You let out a quiet whine, adding to the two boys’ building frustration and wild imaginations.

“I think you look great.” The girl began. “So pretty.” She placed her hand on you, her fingers traced your sock-clad leg. “I didn’t know you had these.” Her fingers gently traced the outline of the sock.

You giggled. A quiet, cute melody. “Right?” Your voice barely above a whisper as you grabbed her hand to place it directly on your exposed thigh skin. “I got them a while ago, their quality is absolutely unmatched!”

Surprising all three at once as you let Shoko touch and explore to her heart’s content. Gojo audibly gulped as he watched Shoko’s fingers squeeze and play with the fat of your thigh, the zettai ryoiki absolutely driving him mad. He couldn’t possibly look away now.

Oh, how he would die to have his face buried in between the plushness of your legs as your hand tangled in his hair, begging, pleading him to stop because you just couldn’t handle it any-

Why were you looking at him so anxiously?

“Gojo.” The imposing figure of Yaga-sensei stood before his desk. “Since you can’t listen, you can stand outside for the rest of the lesson.”

Dammit.

Whilst Suguru was laughing at Satoru’s plight, he was fading no better at the sight of Shoko groping your legs. Especially not when you so adorably turned to face him, your eyes lighting up with a smile and shyly waving at him in greeting.

How he would love to turn that smile of yours into desperate whines as those legs of yours wrapped around his hips, bouncing and whining for him to let you co-

“Ah, Yaga-sensei. I can answer this one.” He raised his hand, regrettably turning his head away from you to participate in class.

Suguru has a gentleman’s role to play in front of you, afterall.

——

The bell rung, signalling the start of the lunch hour as Gojo finally strolled back into the classroom after getting a lecture from Yaga-sensei.

You caused him to get in trouble with how hot you looked today! (Not that he’s going to use that as an excuse in front of Yaga, of course.)

Compounded by his irritation and his lack of getting to ogle at you, Gojo was pissed. Especially when he saw you giggling at Shoko as Suguru stood by your desk, his arm brushing against your shoulder as you idly chatted with the both of them with the prettiest smile on your face.

Your glittery eyes caught sight of him walking towards you, an even prettier smile making its way onto your face. (Gojo was about to implode from cuteness. He cannot think right. His mind was on autopilot.)

“Ah, Gojo-san, good mor-“

“What, you gonna go to a strip club or something afterwards? What’s with the get-up?”

Ouch. Your smile slowly dropped as the weight of his words stung you. Subconsciously, your hands came around to wrap yourself in a self-hug.

Suguru stepped in. “Satoru, what the fuck? That was rude.” He stood in front of you almost protectively, shielding you from Gojo’s sight.

“What? Is she dressing like that to impress someon-“ Geto shoved the imposing boy.

Shoko’s turn. “Wow, way to impress girls, jerk.” Her stare was narrowed, eyes piercing and cutting into the white-haired sorcerer.

Suguru sighed. “Listen, man, that wasn’t cool. Cut th-“

“Suguru! It’s okay!” You didn’t want them to fight. Not because of you. You let out a little nervous laugh, arms tightening around yourself. “I- I probably look- Bad. I know. It’s a bit too new t-to me as well…”

The three looked at you, two with worry, and the last with regretful dejection. He shouldn’t just kept his mouth shut.

You stood up, still hugging yourself. “L-let’s get lunch, shall we?” Shoko’s arm came to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to her side as she began to lift your mood, chatting with you as the other 2 followed quietly behind.

Your skirt swished and swayed attractively as you walked, Shoko’s hand now around your waist as you began to laugh again, your voice a little bit more free, less constrained from your creeping insecurities and want to escape.

Did you really look that ugly…? You hope your new uniform order comes soon, you don’t want to be in this getup anymore if it-

You felt Shoko’s hand smack against your ass, yelping as you jumped slightly from the shock. Your eyes widened comically, you definitely weren’t expecting that whilst mid-conversation about clothes of all things.

(The audience behind you was seething in jealously.)

“Ieiri…! That’s in-inappropriate !” Your shy stuttering was so cute to her.

“And you,” Shoko began, her hand curling tighter around your waist. “Are the hottest thing I’ve seen today.” She grinned lazily. “Don’t sell yourself short, pretty.”

Ieiri is so attractive. Your blush encompassed your entire face as you looked away shyly, unable to hold her intense gaze.

“Y-you’re prettier…” You shyly began.

“Hmm? Can’t hear you.”

“Ieiri is the prettiest!”

——

Behind you, Geto was unabashedly tearing into Gojo.

“Real charming move today.”

“She- I- I tried to be funny.” Gojo paused, hands tucked into his pockets. “Saw how you were makin’ her laugh so much.”

“So funny, that nobody even laughed.” Geto let out a sigh. “We’re both gonna lose her favour if you keep that shit up.”

Gojo kept his silence, thinking back to the way you shrunk back into yourself. The way you lost your happy glow almost instantaneously. The way your eyes lost their shine, the shakiness of your hands.

He felt bad. He definitely feels bad. He doesn’t want to be the cause of your sadness.

“Shit. What do I do in these situations, Suguru?”

——

“Hey.” You stopped in your tracks, whirling around only to face the Gojo Satoru.

Holding… A bouquet of roses and a carton of milk.

He cleared his throat, pumping his chest up as he pushed the flowers up towards you.

“You’re… Not a stripper.”

(Hidden behind the corridor’s walls, Geto was facepalming and screaming internally.)

You stare at the flowers, at the carton of your favourite chocolate milk that Gojo had opened and drank from.

“Take them.” He shoved the bouquet in your face. “It’s for you.”

You confusedly accept them, holding them in both your arms as you looked up at the tall boy.

“Thank you… But… Why?” Are you being pranked right now?

“Apology. Duh.” Gojo paused, taking a sip for courage from the milk that was meant for you. “For, ya know… Saying you were trying to impress someone.”

You stay silent, eyes casting to the pretty bouquet.

“You look pretty today, by the way. Prettier than the flowers.”

Your eyes widened. The Gojo Satoru… Giving you a compliment? Your eyes shot towards him, only to find him scratching his head, glasses having fallen down slightly, revealing crystal blue eyes that were avoiding your gaze.

He’s cute.

You laugh. Out loud, free, and without restraint.

“Thank you, Gojo-san!”

Gojo thinks he’s never going to forget this sight.

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Notes:

You do not have any romantic feelings for Gojo or Geto at this moment, but you greatly, greatly admire them for their strength.

Shoko erupts the closest feeling to ‘being in love’ for you. You think you have a crush on her here.

Geto spent 2 hours teaching Gojo about all the things he knew about you, in order for him to form a proper apology to you on his own.

As Gojo approached you from afar with your favourite drink in hand and flowers, he got too nervous. He drank your milk himself to build courage, completely forgetting it was meant for you.

Shoko thinks of you as a cute existence. Lively, interesting and amusing to her daily life.

Gojo fell for you first, and Geto second, but Geto was more proactive and got closer to you first.

Gojo is insufferable. He thinks he’s cool but he’s just being an ass.

comment more pls, i really like feedback on my writings instead of just likes :(

[nanis4thewin]

quackity being a dad headcanons because there has been too many baby tiktoks that give me baby fever

i think if you were both hispanic or both speak spanish fluently, he would want his kid to speak it too as their first langauge. If not and you dont speak spanish or arent hispanic and speak a different langauge , he would teach them english because its a common ground between the both of you, but he’d teach his kid spanish later when they are more like 5 or 6, teaching them common things to say.

loves your kid to death. like so so so so much. If he’s working or doing school (im not sure if he finished yet), he would carrying the kid in his lap. Or he loves hearing his baby giggle when he does something funny. and seeing the babys smile melts his heart

when the baby cries, it would break his heart. I think like if the baby cries over the night, he really tries his best to take care of it- but he gets so wind up in his work- so you usually take care of that. but he feels guilty when he sees you so tired but then he sees your smile when you finally make the baby fall back asleep. and his worries go away

i dont think he would mind changing the baby 😭 he thinks its gross but its not like he’s never gonna do it. he knows its normal so he gets it done and then goes on with his day.

if the kid got an attitude with him, he would be the type to leave them with a warning. like taking away their toys or a spanking. and if the baby stops having an attitdude, then nothing happens. but if they do it again, then something will happen. I dont think he woukd have too much of a problem with punishng your kid???i mean he knows when is too much but he also knows when a child needs discipline.

although everyone wants to be the most perfect loving parent, we all habe our flaws. I think quackity tries to be ther all the time for the kid but gets so winded up in work that he often doesnt habe enough time for the baby. But he tries to make sure he’s there for good and bad times. he hates the fact he cant be there the whole way but he also wants the best life for his child,so he works as hard to make sure his kid gets everything they need and want. I also think he puts some presure on his kids. like for grades and school. I remember him talking about how he tried and how he would try to get the best grades so i think by habit he woukd put the same pressure on his kids. but if you talked to him about, he would cool it down a bit.

takes pictures of EVERYTHING. your kids first time going to mexico? picture. your kids first time going to school? picture. your kids first time going to the beach? PICTURE. he tries to take as much oictures because its just little reminders of the progress of his child he is so proud of.

his first impression of the baby, he felt like crying. he heard the baby cry, his heart was racing out of joy and nervous. but when he saw the baby kaying down after it calmed down. he realized that was HIS. he was gonna raise this baby, and he couldn’t feel prouder.

defiedntly a nickname dad. like calling the baby ‘my precious’ ‘my little guy/girl’ ‘bubs’ ‘mija/mijo’ or a nickname of their name

an extra headcanons: he loves your baby fat and stretch marks !!! he thinks they look so sexy and beautiful and he’s head over heels when he sees you wear fitted shirts and your baby fat is more shown and he just stares in awh 🥺 !! he thinks its beautiful because thats where his children came from. AND ALSO HE PLAYS ‘never grow up’ BY TAYLOR SWIFT FOR YOUR BABY ❤️❤️❤️

[arsonlookers]

Yandere Childe! [2] [suggestive]

Yandere Childe! who loves to be bound by something by you a kink of his. he just loves the idea that you are straining him, wrapping rope or something to stop him from attacking[pounding] you. [sexually]

"ms~ you really look sexy in your outfit right now~ are you seducing me~ I mean if you could just take this off me right now ~mmm~ I can help satisfy you to your heart's content baby~"

You glared at him "Stop it patient 01" as You took your clipboard from your table and started to scan the things you needed to do in this session.

"hmmm~ I mean ms. sexy~ don't call me that hmm~ you know my name call me by my name hmm~ with that sexy mouth of yours sexy~" he keeps seducing you with those dead and obsessed eyes of his as he stares at you sitting 5 feet away from him you are just this close to him if only he can just rip this bounds and have you in his arms.

"y/n~ " he calls with a raspy teasing sound his voice wants to catch your attention.

His teasing keeps continuing trough out the whole session, and You are just barely holding everything in as he keeps sexualizing you and even says out loud his intrusive thoughts and sexual dreams for you.

Can you blame him? You are just too sexy to bend and he imagines how you sound like when being stuffed you know~ so shamelessly even moaning in the middle of the session just to keep his wild imaginations of you in his mind not with the bored talk about this about who.

and when you calls him out for it he would just reply with "Hmmm~ that pitch is so perfect y/n~ but how would It sound like when being breathy and ahhh~ just non-stop incoherent calling of my name? AUUHhh~ just imagining it makes me want to just take you here right now~" A cold and passionate stare is all he can give towards your direction it is so full of passion and so full~ of obsession residing inside that ocean blue eyes of his.

"I wanna fuck you up sooooo~ BAddddd~ " He said with his alluring deep raspy voice but still does sound cheerful.

Not only that as if trying to lure you in the ocean like a siren wanting its claim on you. His ocean-deep blue eyes are so enchanting and so pulling as if like a dark abyss no light no hint of kindness to it but so addictive, so~ passionate to just look at ... like a forbidden fruit wanted to be eaten by you and only YOU.

As you stare deeper all you can think is how TEMPTING his offer is...his fantasies do sound sooo tempting.. but as strong as your resolve you did not fall for it and just tried to distract yourself from other matters in your clipboard

whines from being ignored* "nnngggggg~ stop ignoring meee~ y/n cant you see how hard I am right nowww~ stop ignoringgg my needddsss~ pleasee~" he sounds so submissive and desperate to be fucked by you just the idea of it makes him want to do more

"How about can you just kiss me at least~? or better yett~ suck off my dick~" He mischievously offers a tempting deal

"i won't touch you~ I promised I mean Im already bound just ahhh~ take the restrains of my dick pleasee~"

His whines just keep going non-stop on the whole session but not one bit of you listen to his tempting ideas of making you his or making you want HIM~

"Thats all" in your professional voice

"you will be backed to your room escorted by the guards " You turn your whole body around trying to look at him any further

he whines more "y/n pleasee~ sexyy~ dont leave mee~ I want to hear more of you~ I want to just use that mouth of yours... Mark it As MINE~" obviously too drunk by your voice and how he just wants to USe your lovely mouth and throat to his pleasure until you have no voice anymore

He keeps imagining a 69 position with you would be SOoooo~ awesome ~ I mean remember how he loves your Thigh? Oh please he will lovingly suffocate himself against them~

and the thought of you sucking him off SOo hard is just making him wanna cum so badly right now.

If not that~ then being tied up by you and just nonstop teasing him is also ok~ he loves everything you can do to him even if it means putting injection in him and just fucking is All ready makes him want to do it NOW

he is desperate

after all he knows that there are pest who are into you except him and these pests are always lurking in the darkness to just take you for themselves and own your whole being to them.

And just the idea of it is making him so MAD so pissed off that he just wants to kills everybody in this building except you just to make sure that YOU are HIS and HIS ALONE

no other man or woman can take you away, not your attention, not your eyes, and absolutely not your LOve~

And he will make sure of it even if he is against the very head of this Asylum [dr.zhongli] who is now planning to dispose of him.

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[sucker4sixx]

Sün and möon

Writers note: i know mötley crüe were off drugs at this time but no one pulls someone aside for abit of whiskey

Plot: vince and nikki have an intense little one on one

Warnings: degradation, shaming, threats, oral, smut

Something between vince and nikki changed, the band noticed it, the fans noticed it, the road crew noticed it and so did they.

Nikki and vince were never close, never over at eachothers house or the type to call eachother when they were having a rough night but something sparked when the generation swine tour started. On stage vince felt the need to follow nikki around and mess with him, pulling and tugging on his black hair while the bassist stared straight into his eyes with a ‘fuck me’ look that made the singer feel feelings he wasnt quite ready to talk about.

Nikki started to get exited for the shows, wanting to be messed with, chasing vince around the stage to bring it to that one moment where the singers hands would tug on his hair and he would lean in close, close enough to kiss but thats something that would never happen.. they thought.

One night after a particularly handsy show nikki cant seem to stay away from vince, they sit having drinks and nikki has to be next to him, watching him as he spoke about himself like he was a prince. He always hated his confident princess like behaviour but something about it was intoxicating tonight. “Hey i got some blow.. do you want some?” Nikki whispers into vinces ear, trying his hardest not to bite the lobe, vince grins wide, dragging nikki to the small bathroom. “Well? Cmon then” he says like a child as nikki sets out lines, vince tries to get in first but nikki pulls him back by his hair like he does to nikki while preforming “patience.” He says sternly, breaking into a wolfish grin before taking the first couple of lines, vince blushes red and tries to cover it up by shoving his face in the new lines nikki set out.

Nikki sets up more lines for vince on the bathroom sink, taking the opportunity to stand behind him and push his hips against vinces back side “hey knock it off! What are you doing ?!” Vince jumps but doesnt move away “nothing? What are you talking about?” Nikki grins as he pushes his clothed erection harder against vinces butt. The singer gasps and looks down, noticing his own cock starting to grow “h-hey.. its not fair, stop turning me gay!” Vince breathes shakily, gripping the sink “im not turning you gay silly.. we are all alittle bit gay, its just wether your a pussy or not” nikki grins, leaning over the singer and looking at his face in the mirror infront of them. “I-im not a pussy.” Vince insists, feeling nikkis hips smack against his butt once more, making him whine. “Whiney bitch..” nikki growls into his ear “you want my cock?” Vince whimpers again at the words, does he want cock? Is he really ready?

“Y-yes.. yes i do” nikki grins and starts grinding on his ass “good boy.. good boy..” “but.. ill only suck i dont wanna get pegged, i wont be able to walk tomorrow” “fair point, so.. you wanna suck my cock?” His grin turns wide and sexy as he imagines vince sucking on his cock like a chick.

Vince drops to his knees obediently “you know.. youve been a real brat this tour.. constantly tugging my hair and grabbing me, this was bound to happen” nikki grinned as vince looked up at him with doe eyes “you wanted my attention so bad well.. here, you got it.. sitting on a dirty bathroom floor so you can suck my cock i mean.. what a slut you are” nikki shook his head, vinces cheeks flushed red in shame, waiting for nikki to show him his cock. “Id make you beg but youve been begging the whole time.. waiting for me” nikki unzips his leather pants, his cock falling out instantly due to having on no boxers so the fans could see his bulge. His large, thick cock dangles above vinces face and the singer goes red, his eyes focusing on the thick, pink tip that already slowly drips precum onto his lips. “Well?” Nikki says impatiently.

Vince nervously wraps his lips around nikkis tip, suckling on it like its a bottle, nikki laugh and bites his bottom lip “awee.. baby boy your so cute. But im not fucking around anymore, suck me like a man” his voice suddenly goes stern, vince taking more of him instantly, sucking faster. Its clear to nikki hes done this before as the singers tongue swirls around his thick shaft. “Youve done this before havent you? Who was it..” nikki moans and vince goes redder, pulling off “tommy” he mutters before taking nikki back into his needy mouth. “Tommy?! You mean.. you sucked tommys cock before mine?” Vince nods as he takes nikki deeper, gagging slightly but continuing, wet slurping noises and deep moans filling the small bathroom.

“Go on.. tell me when..” vince pulls off again “back when w-aughhm” nikki shoves his cock down his throat, grinning “well? Cant really hear you” vince pulls off “when-hmgh!” He whines in frustration, nikki shoving his cock back into the blonde haired mans mouth. He grips his hair tight and shoves his whole dick inside vinces mouth, he starts to struggle more, hitting his thighs “ah ah, calm.. suck it slut..” vince takes a breath and suffers through it, sucking nikki fast to keep up with his pace. “Hmm.. jesus, i wont last long baby” nikki moans, bucking his hips harshly against the singers face, precum spilling down his throat.

Nikki cums with no warning, vince whining and swallowing it all eagerly before getting pushed to the floor, nikkis boot standing on his chest gently, he zips up his leather pants as he looks down at the panting man beneath his boot. “Talk about this and ill destroy you.” Nikki warns, walking out the bathroom swiftly.

“There he is! Where have you been?” Nikki says casually as vince sits beside him red faced “oh.. just.. calling my wife”

@sourwolf-sterek32 🙈

[kissablening]

06 - stop avoiding me

warnings: use of drugs, language

written chapter. lowercase intended

a/n : YAWLL THIS MIGHT NOT HIT 🙏🙏

RYUJIN

ryujin stepped out of the back seat of karinas pink tesla, adjusting her watch. she waited for the others to get out of the car.

“rina i love you but your ass cant drive for shit.” sunghoon says catching his breath.

“no for real. how the fuck did u acquire a license?” sungchan adds getting out the passenger side.

“it wasnt even that bad. if thats the case you two can walk back home.” rina argues, locking the car before walking to the house.

“you two need to shut up sometimes.” yeji says walking off, soobin follows her. ryujin follows the both of them. hearing the other two guys mutter behind her.

the house wasnt that small , or big either. just a friends two story modern home. ryujin never wanted to see her this place again but shes doing it for yn.

blowing out smoke, she takes another sip of her water. ryujin was high off her ass. and she had yet to see yn. checking her watch, she see thats its been atleast 45 minutes since she first arrived at the party.

she runs her hands through her black hair, taking another dose of the blunt, throwing her head back, letting out the smoke. “where the fuck is she?”

she closed her eyes and sighed. “oh hey guys youre finally here!!” ryujin hears someone from infront exclaim.

raising her head, she opens her eyes to see the person shes been waiting for.

the person thats been avoiding her for almost 2 weeks.

the person who looks sexy as fuck as of right now.

yn.

the sits up and watches her hold conversation with her friends, before looking up and making eye contact with ryujin.

ryujin doesn’t break eye contact as she continues to watch her, man spreading, taking another hit.

she watches as yn looks away, and heads to the back of the house.

following her, she ends up right behind yn. “what do you want” yn asks feeling goose bumps rise on her skin.

“i want to know why, you keep avoiding me. yn” she says still holding the blunt in her hand.

yn scoffs walking into the bathroom, attempting to close the door on ryujins face.

ryujin stops the door, and walks into the bathroom with her.

“ryujin what the hell?!” yn shouts “i have to use the bathroom, get out!”

“not until you tell me why, this is the only time ive held a conversation with you in the past 2 weeks?!” ryujin shouts back, throwing the rest of her blunt in the toilet and flushing it.

she stands against the door, locking it waiting for yn to speak.

“leave.” is all she responds with.

“no. i dont know if this will be the last time i ever see you again. im not taking any chances.” ryujin starts “do you know how worried ive been yn? you cant just ghost me without an explanation.”

they stand there in silence before yn speaks up again.

“im embarrassed ok?” yn admits “are you not embarrassed about all of this?” she gestures her hands between the both of them.

“what we did wasnt right, and i hate myself because i can’t remember half of it. and im sure you dont either righ-“

“yn” ryujin cuts her off “is this what thats all about?” she scoffs.

“yn listen to me,” ryujin puts her hands on each side of yns cheeks, “this is nothing you should be embarrassed about, yes we were drunk, but that doesn’t mean you have to avoid me because of it. talking to me about it would’ve been alot easier, please stop avoiding me and just talk to me. im listening.” ryujin practically begged.

“i…im sorry. i just…couldn’t face you after that happened.” yn looks down, but ryujin takes one of her hands and lifts yns head up so that shes looking her directly in the eye.

they stare at each other for what feels like eternity before yn clears her throat and looks away.

ryujin smiles before leaning back on the bathroom door. “so does this mean were friends again?” ryujin asks looking back at yn.

“i dont know…” yn says hesitantly.

“yn-“ ryujin begins

“im just kidding, of course were friends again. not like we werent friends but anyway..” she pulls ryujin into a small hug, ryujin wraps her hands around her waist.

they stay there for a while before yn pushes herself off of ryujin. “no actually leave, because i really have to pee.” yn says unlocking the door.

“fine. but when youre done ill be outside.”

“outside?” yn questions

“yes outside. i really didnt want to come here, i came here for you. i actually just wanted to make up with you, and leave.” ryujin explains

“oh okay, well you want me to come with?” yn asks

“no duh.” ryujin says sarcastically leaving the bathroom.

finally she could breathe.

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[yourlovermumu]

so i was thinkingggg

should i do a bakugo and reader fanfic where its set in a desi setting? like indian, Pakistani, or bangladeshi setting.

and like the trope is slow burn and marriage of convenience. AND CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

basically bakugo and your parents happen to be in the same social circle and so basically you and bakugo often saw each other at several parties and events such as weddings and family gatherings.

you guys were particularly close but werent exactly strangers to each other. growing up you, bakugo, and izuku would run off somewhere alone to play around at these events. but as you all grew older you both stopped showing up to these events as often. well...mostly bakugo. you and izuku would show up to these family events and such with your parents quite alot more then bakugo would.

you and bakugo stopped seeing each other as often eventually and drifted apart. the friendship and joy you two shared together as kids are now distant memories. especially with bakugo moving to japan to chase his ambition.

but soon enough after your twentieth birthday you hear his coming back and his parents are arranging a friendly gathering with close family and friends and that they are back in their motherland. and of course, your family is also invited.

you dont think much of it, really. its such another one of those events and family gatherings you have grown customed to growing up where you did.

it isnt odd in the slightest to get invited someone's home in occasions such as this.

but what is odd is the way your dupatta gets stuck in his watch and suddenly your not looking at anyone but him. but its not like he is in any better condition then you. he is also frozen. just staring. staring at you.

your eyes are locked with his and suddenly you dont seem to remember why you looked behind your back. why? because you felt a tug on your dupatta? thats not what matters to you right now. because with the air getting knocked out of you with the way his so far but...feels so close. you can see all the features of his face so clearly. he has certainly grown much, much more handsome in the time you two were apart for the past 7 years.

but did his eyes always look at you like? no...not when you two were kids, no.

and that fact only makes you all the more aware that you two arent just two kids sneaking away from your parents to play in a abandoned room in the far corner where no one will bother you both.

his a man. and your a women.

a soft chuckle from him breaks you out of your trance. its a intoxicating sound. his voice is deep, you note.

''not gonna untangle your dupatta, chutki?'' theres that sexy smug smile on his lips when he says that.

you cant help but roll your eyes at the nickname. its the same exact one he called you ages ago. but thats when you didnt even know where babies come from.

if it werent for his handsome face, he best bet you'd slap his face one way or another. just like old times.

but that lighthearted air that surrounded you both is now far gone with you sitting across from him. your parents at your side and his mother and father right by his.

the air is filled with grim air that only you and bakugo can sense. your parents seem to be in their little world.

their beating around the bush is obvious enough. you can already tell what this is about. and so can bakugo.

and non of you know how to feel about it. but one thing is clear, your both not kin on the idea.

''you two have grown of age. its time for marriage isnt that right?'' your mother says with a friendly smile on her face. and you so wish you could just bury yourself into a hole right then and there. sure you knew it would happen. your parents have been quite open about getting you married, saying its high time you give them a grandchild before they bite the dust. because apparently your elder sister and brother wouldnt. your brother is too focused with his multimillionaire company while your sister claims her job as a lawyer is much too demanding to spare time for marriage of all things. so now the pressure of marriage is upon you. but him? bakugo of all people? why?

you and bakugo both eye each other at your mother's words. surely...she cant be..?

''we think you two should get married. you two are a good match for each other.''

and all hell breaks loose. thats the sentence you were anticipating. bakugo is the first to express his disapproval.

''hell no! old hag are ya outta your mind?'' he shouts.

''you have to get married eventually. isnt it better to marry someone who your familiar with rather then a stranger? maybe there would have been more options open if only you didnt chase off girls by the mere sight of you, boy!'' his mother voiced. the volume of her words matching her voice.

bakugo grumbles at his mother's words, shooting her a glare.

you wanna escape. of course you do. because hell no were you gonna marry bakugo katsuki. no offense but that guy is NOT capable of being a good husband. you'd rather marry a beggar on the street then him. but its not like you can say that outright with several eyes on you.

''....abba, mami, is this...necessary?'' you gave both your parents an uncertain look. definitely trying to some how talk them out of this conversation and just go home. you cant bear to sit here and listen to this any longer.

''well...its already settled.''

you frown.

''what?''

''its settled. its not like you two would ever get married on your own record to begin with. so...your father and i as well as katsuki's parents decided that we set it up before you to can back out.''

what was to come now in your future married life?

(just a little thought lmfao lemme know if yall want me to write it <3)

[muav99]

Truth or dare Pt. 2-

Felix Smut- soft dom felix x sub reader, teasing, dirty talk, voice kink, swearing, unprotected (use protection) 🫶

“Shhh i’ll take care of you” felix hushes you and strokes your hair

“But we gotta be quiet, everyones in the other room” he says trying to ignore that the thought of the members hearing you makes him hard

Secretly you want them to hear. You’ve been in denial so long, but now in this moment felix is all yours. And you are all his

Felix leans in again for a slow but passionate kiss, he slides his hands up your thighs lifting you up on his lap again. He groans feeling you throb on his hard on.

“You’re going to be the death of me y/n” he says with a shaky breath

“Good” you say as you lean in reconnecting your lips, hands settling in his hair and around his neck

You feel him twitch under you and you stifle moan, starting to grind onto his jeans trying to create any friction possible

“You want me that bad baby?” He says in your ear sending chills down your spine. You whimper

“Do you like my voice y/n?” He teases

“Then i’ll talk you through it naughty girl”

“Fuck please move” he says beginning to become more desperate

You grind faster, He sinks his face into your neck placing sweet but sloppy kisses all down it. Nipping and sucking. Causing you to squirm. You’re a moaning mess. Not caring about anything else but this anymore

You start to get more desperate. You tug on the bottom of his shirt and he pulls it off. You stare and admire his toned body. Dancing really does the job. You slowly stroke your fingers down his body as he engulfs you in a deeper kiss. As if he swallows you whole. His grip on your waist tightens and you cant help but go faster. He moves your hips in circles. Now your grinding up against his dick, his jeans hit your clit. You moan loudly but Felix covers your mouth

“Quiet for me pretty girl, can you do that?” he kisses your cheek lovingly

You nod. His hands wonder under your shirt as his neck kisses get sloppier and more aggressive. You lift up your arms as he rips off your shirt in haste. He looks down at your chest. You start to cover yourself up feeling shy

“Y/n you’re beautiful, please don’t be shy I want to see all of you” he pleads sweetly

He thinks you’re beautiful? That immediately goes to your head. Feeling brave you unhook your black triangle bra and start grinding up on him harder. He latches to your chest placing kisses and creating hickies so dark you think they’ll last weeks. You’re both groaning and moaning and grinding on each other desperately. Felix begins to be impatient. He takes you off his lap and stands up. Quickly dropping his jeans leaving him only in his boxers. You try not to look but your drooling is very apparent

“Its all yours y/n, how do you want me?” He smirks looking down at you

“Felix!!!!” You squeal, smacking him in embarrassment

He chuckles putting out his hands to you. He gently holds your hands and helps you up. Keeping the eye contact he gets on his knees in front of you. His fingertips reach the band of your shorts and slowly pull them down, teasingly slow

“Felix I cant wait any longer. I want you” you say starting to feel needy

“Then you can have me” he says in response looking up at you with his gorgeous brown doe eyes. But god are they seductive

He stands up and pulls you into him, connecting you in another passionate kiss. You stumble but he guides you to your bed never letting go. You could kiss him forever. Its slow, but sexy. Not too much and just enough. And his lips are so soft. You both groan against each others lips. He lets go for a single moment and lays you down. Felix climbs on top of you and kisses your forehead

“I know we both said we want this, but do you still want to? I want you but if your not ready please tell me to stop” he says seriously looking in your eyes searching for any sign you’re uncomfortable

“Felix. Ive never wanted anyone or anything more. Please touch me.” You breathe out

“Don’t have to tell me twice gorgeous.” He dives into your chest kissing and nipping at your skin. It feels like you’re on fire

“Felix” you whine

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your black lacy underwear and slips them off, throwing them somewhere in the room. Looking you dead in the eye his fingers begin massaging your clit back and forth, teasing you to the point of no end. You moan, shudder, and latch your hands on to his neck holding for dear life. His fingers run up and down and in circles around you. Your greedy hands move to his waistband and start to slide his boxers down. He wastes no time and stands up to take them off. He climbs back on top of you and your bodies connect in a kiss. He sucks and bites your bottom lip, tongue begging for entrance. You allow him in of course. You’re whining and whimpering against his lips. His fingers find your heat again and rubs your clit. His motions are sending you into overdrive

“I want you now felix” you say looking down at his throbbing hard on. He’s just as ready as you are. You’ve been friends this long. But you didn’t expect him to be this big you think

“Let me know if it hurts or you need me to stop okay?” He says lining himself up to your pussy. He slowly eases in and it throws you over the edge. He could practically cum this second

“God” he pants heavy breathing into your neck

“Please felix your voice is so sexy. Keep talking.” You plead as he slowly begins to thrust into you. You both are moving and swirling your hips. Your legs wrap around him trying to get him as deep as possible. And thank god for that dancer body because his hip movements. God

“Shit, you feel so good” he groans into your neck. “You’re doing so good for me y/n”

“Does it feel good” he teases? Seeing your head thrown back eyes closed in ecstasy

“Look at me” you try as hard as you can to look at him again

“Keep looking at me. Dont stop, keep your eyes open. I want to see your pretty face looking up at me.” He moans and starts to pick up his pace

The room is filled with loud, muffled moans and the slapping of your skin on his. You can’t imagine how lewd it sounds from the other room. But right now you couldn’t care less

You both close your eyes lost in it. Felix is rocking back and forth thrusting as far as he can into you. His face buried in your neck as he groans eyes closed now. Your legs wrap tighter around him starting to feel your high

“Felix im….”

“I know. Let it go y/n, you can let go now ive got you”

His pace picks up starting to get sloppier and more aggressive. His hands grip one of your tits massaging it, and mouth latched to the other sucking and flicking your nipple. You could scream. Your moans become louder and louder and felix strokes fast and harder into you. His finger goes to your clit and starts rubbing it in circles

You both are a moaning mess. Lost in the feeling of pleasure

“Felix im cumming……mmh” you moan out letting it all go

He groans in response making your neck vibrate. He pulls back to face you. You both moan in each others mouths as you cum. He pulls out and wraps you up in his arms. Both of you heavy breathing and move to a cuddled up position

“That was amazing” he looks in your eyes praising you and stroking your cheek

“It was wonderful feli…..” you’re cut off by the sound of whistling from the other room

“You owe me $20!!!” Hyunjin yells at Changbin

“Great job guys hahahaha” han yells and i.n is cackling

“GO AWAY” felix yells as the boys run back to their rooms giggling

You bury yourself in his chest mortified

“Next time maybe somewhere more private?” Felix chuckles his face flushed, kissing your cheek

“Next time?” You ask hopefully

“As many as you want y/n. I really. Like you” he blushes

Your eyes light up just looking at his face. Of course you like him too

“I’d like next time, and I like you too” you say shyly

“Good because next time there’s soju I want to be prepared” he laughs

You both crack up in each others arms, slowly but surely drifting to sleep

Soju is apparently good for more then just getting drunk

*My first time writing full Smut so I hope you enjoyed! I’d love to keep writing🩷🩷*

[rinnsdiaries]

wake and bake

🐧Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x black reader

🐧Summary: you and katsuki get high together and one thing leads to another

🐧Words: 800

🐧Notes: hopefully this doesnt suck lmaooo anyway enjoy! Like, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💜 alsoooo I take requests so feel free to request something

I’ve been thinking about getting high with Bakugou, like a lot.

“babe have you seen my lighter?” Katsuki’s voice pulls your attention away from your phone as you look up towards the door to your bedroom where you boyfriend stands, shirtless with a freshly rolled blunt in his hand.

You’ve both have been up for less than 15 minutes, barely even finished going through your morning routine.

You hum as you reach towards your bag on the nightstand, watching Katsuki walk towards the bed and sitting down next to you, quickly grabbing the red lighter and handing it to him.

You watch as he brings one end of the blunt to his lips before he lights the other end. He takes a long drag before holding it out to you.

You take it between your fingers and bring it up towards your lips before inhaling. The smoke fills your lungs, and you begin to cough, quickly handing it back to a now chuckling Bakugou.

“You’re adorable, you and your baby lungs” he says before taking another drag, this time doing a smoke trick as he exhales, multiple small o’s fall through his parted lips and you pout, still upset that you cant figure out how to do anything cool with the smoke.

“C’mere” Katsuki says patting his lap, you don’t hesitate as you throw one of your legs over his lap, now straddling your boyfriend.

He’s hard

That’s the first thing you realize once you’re on his lap.

You don’t have much time to think about it before his hands are on your thighs, fingers softly rubbing at your side as his lips encase yours.

You don’t waste any time, lips parting immediately as Katsuki’s tongue pushes its way into your mouth. A moan manages to escape you as Katsuki’s hips buck and his erection grazes against your clit.

“fuck you’re so sexy” he tells you as he begins tugging at the bottom of your shirt, signaling that he wants you to take it off.

Once the shirt has been thrown somewhere in the room Katsuki begins trailing his lips down your body. Starting with your lips before moving down and lightly sucking on your jaw and your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys.

He takes one of your boobs in his hand, fingers pinching and squeezing your nipple as his mouth closes around the other one. Your loud moans filling the silence in the room.

You’re not sure if it’s the weed or what but you don’t think you’ve ever been this sensitive in your life. Its like no matter what body part Katsuki has his hands on feels amazing.

You look down with clouded eyes as Katsuki swirls his tongue around your nipple, before taking it between his teeth and biting down softly causing you to gasp.

“f-fuck kats, feels s’good” it comes out more of a whimper than you wanted it to, but you couldn’t care less when Katsuki’s begins rubbing your clit through your shorts.

Within a blink of an eye Katsuki has you both flipped over, hands already pulling your shorts down your legs and tossing them behind his back.

“fuck” you whine out at the first swipe of his tongue against your folds, hands finding the back of his head as you try to push him further into your cunt.

Katsuki eats your pussy as if it was the last meal he’d ever eat, its so loud and messy. The way he hums into your pussy, the vibrations enough to leave your legs shaking after. The way he slurps up your juices as if he been dehydrated for days.

Katsuki is such a messy pussy eater, by the time you’ve managed to gain enough strength to force his head from between your legs his face is covered in your arousal, even his chin is wet with your slick.

You’re not even given a small break to even out your breathing or to stop your legs from shaking before Katsuki is bullying his dick inside of you.

He stares down at the way your pussy swallows him hole, inch by inch as he disappears into your cunt. He pulls out and snaps his hips forward, pace fast and hard as he fucks you.

Your hands begin scratching at his back as he pounds into you mercilessly.

“you’re so fucking tight” he says as he angles his hips, allowing him to hit that spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Katsuki’s close, and he wants you to be too so he brings his hand down and uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit.

“fuck” you both say as you cum at the same time.

Katsuki pulls out slowly before laying down on the bed next to you.

After a few minutes of silence Katsuki decides to break it “want me to roll another one?”

[esorxy]

word of honor ep31 is something else entirely

they get intercepted on their rescue mission and just as the assassin people were about to rush forward and start stabbing, guess who appears spinning out of nowhere to save his beloved one true soulmate its wkx wearing hot red robes with sexy red eyeshadow, who boomerangs his little paper fan and slices their throats all in one go, does another little spin for dramatic flavour and slowly flutters down like an autumn leaf in the wind, successfully making the most replayed segment of the episode 🍃

and then everything he says from this moment on is like "fuck you, im better than you, eat shit" and DPJ is like "yeah ur cool and all but you're only one person" as if he didnt just kill half your men in one swipe while flying. anyway then zzs is like "who said hes alone" and steps out of his little carriage looking like hes about to die. like bro!! you cant even stand chill tf out. wkx comes over and holds his boyfriend and gets full on whiplash from switching too fast between (1) gazing lovingly at zzs and (2) murderous stares assassin gvng.

then like 3000 ghosts come out from the forest looking for a nice fight with 20 men, half of whom are dead, and the rest of them just dip like nope not today

they all kneel for our favourite gays and then wkx kneels as well and zzs, who still looks like hes abt to collapse and die, is like "fuck yeah im still influential" and awkwardly pats wkx's head like hes some overgrown puppy, which is not entirely inaccurate ykwim

so our power couple gets like 20 more kids for the price of none, and head back to god knows where to meet 😱 some more gays😱 one of them is a healer and the other looks like asian robert sean leonard so... whats new 😮‍💨

wkx finds some time to wipe off his eyeshadow and everyone is ready to die for zzs suddenly, and wkx goes from 🥺 "a-xu is gonna live??" to walking back into ghost valley in the blink of an eye without even changing clothes. scorpion king is also there 😱😱 i didnt even know they were working together cos i skipped all of the boring old people scenes. the twinks face off in some intense power play conversation where everyone wants to top, wkx has a mid life crisis in his pajamas featuring genocide and suicide but then hes like but SOMEONE taught me to live love laugh aka im in love, finishing off a killer episode that fully lives up to the drama part of chinese drama. my man needs to be locked up. in a mental hospital.

bonus: zzs in ep32, freshly injured from having metal hooks stabbed through his shoulders, is like "noooo little girl don't you know i need alcohol to live???" huge announcement everyone youve dedicated your lives to following an alcoholic 🤦

twink healer is like "bro u cant even taste shit" and james wilson is like "remember when u wanted me to find u a cute gf... but turns out... (ur gay)"

omg i wanted to stop, but like the dramatic clown ass scenes just keep coming what can a girl do 🤷

so zzs goes back to serving face (not that he ever really stopped) and he overhears that wkx is about to be forced off a cliff 😱. so flutters into this 50v1 fight with about 2% of the dramatic flair that wkx has, steps up to kiss him except they cant cos censorship, and is like "me n u against the world babe." 🤦

yby comes too cos this drama is tiresome and neverending, and wkx is like "im tired, kill me 🫠", which is so relatable, but then he puts up a damn good fight before falling off the cliff from one tiny needle through the heart. zzs also jumps after him and everyone is like 😱 even though they can literally fly.

but hes dead (not rly) so zzs burns his corpse by kicking a lamp at it and sits at the cliff to reminisce the good old times when he was a hobo and wkx followed him around like a clingy wife. he relapses into alcoholism and pulls all his nails out aaaand this is just romeo and juliet with gay and dramatic flair 😮‍💨

when do they stop serving face honestly like im fed up 🤦

[gretavangroupie]

Muse (Part 3)

Word count: 5.0k+

Pairing: Danny x Female Reader

Summary: After a blow out at the bar one fateful night, Danny is left questioning the nature of his relationship with his enemy the bartender.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Part Two

Muse Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess . Every wonderful, amazing, sexy part of this story came from her big beautiful brain. Muse would absolutely not be what it is without her and I cannot thank her enough for her love and support through this process. We have loved writing this together and hope you love it too.

Without Further Ado...

HER POV

“No.” you say. You aren’t sure if its the alcohol making you brave or your actual feelings towards Danny finally spilling over. You quickly turn your head to the side not wanting to look at him or see his reaction. Afraid of the repercussions.

“No, what? Use your words I want to hear you say it.” He says pulling your face back to him roughly by your chin.

Pausing you look at him, sliding your hand between the two of you. Your hand reaches under his sweater, fingertips grazing his abdomen slowly making your way down, brushing your fingers through his happy trail before resting them at his belt.

“No, don’t stop.” You whisper.

Fuck he looks so good. Damn him.

“I still fucking hate you…” he says grabbing your face staring at you.

“Good that will make it even better.” You reply, your lips almost touching.

His lips crash into yours, hot and wet your tongues violently melding together. Both of his hands come up to hold your face forcefully as your hands snake around his back and pull his body closer to yours. You pull away from his kiss, and lean your head back, his lips attaching to the sensitive skin of your neck.  A light moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his tongue on your skin. His hips jolting forward grinding into you before he pulls his face back and looks at you smugly. 

“I bet you have just been dying for this haven’t you?” He asks. “Is that why you were such a tease all night?”

“Maybe it was…maybe I just knew I could make you do whatever I wanted.” You reply. “Guess I was right. But if I remember correctly, you would never want a girl like me? Remember that Daniel?”

Clenching his teeth together, he places his hand back on your throat pressing you to the wall he says, “Let’s just get one thing straight…I am the one in control here. Not you, so shut that pretty little mouth or I will show you a better use for it.”

“Promise?” You reply snark lacing your words.

“Careful what you wish for.” He snaps back as you run your tongue across your teeth, his eyes locked in on the action.

“No.” You reply in a challenging tone.

His eyes break away from yours and he looks around before saying, “Fuck it! Since you wanted to act like a little slut all night, I’ll treat you like one, bend over.” He says, bending you at the waist. 

His hands slide up the sides of your thighs and under the hem of your dress, pushing it up around your waist, revealing your bare center. His hands run over your ass, the feeling of his rough hands gliding across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.

“Absolutely dripping for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He says, two fingers sliding through the arousal coating your core. His fingers slide through you again, circling your clit, a moan leaving your lips. 

“You need to shut the fuck up before we get caught, and you don't get shit.” He seethes.

You hear him unbuckle his belt, and the zipper of his pants descend. You’re facing away from him so you cant see it, but you can feel it hanging heavily against your ass. His hand strokes his dick, bumping into your ass with each upward stroke. 

“I cant believe you have me here about fuck you, after all the shit you’ve said, god I could kill you sometimes… Just remember you asked for this…” he says. You feel the tip of his dick align with your opening. He widens his stance, his left hand planted firmly on your hip, fingertips digging deeply into the supple skin. 

Just as you feel him pushing forward, a car pulls into the driveway, headlights flashing their high beams directly onto the house, highlighting the two of you on the side of the house. He pulls you up to standing pressing you firmly against him, suctioning your bodies to the side of the house as closely as possible. His right hand comes up to cover your mouth and a group of people emerge from the car, and begin to walk through the yard to get to the house. You open  your mouth, and suck his middle finger in, swirling your tongue around it and sucking with gentle pressure. Feeling his cock twitching against your bare ass he pushes his pointer finger in to join the other. You spin around to face him sucking his fingers more dramatically, imitating the motions of a proper blow job. His mouth hangs slack and his fingers descend deeper into your mouth, pressing on the back of your tongue. You suck them tightly and pull your head back while not breaking eye contact. As his fingers begin to leave your mouth they linger on your swollen lips as you bite the tips of his fingers, hard.

“Fuck!” He seethes. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself now princess, because you’re about to be screaming my name. ” He zips his pants and loosely buckles his belt.  “Pull your dress down, we’re leaving.” He says pulling your arm as you walk across the front yard. Your other hand shimmies your dress back down. 

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“We are going to get in my car, I am going to drive us quickly back to my place, and then I am going to do exactly as I see fit for a teasing little slut, until you are begging me to stop.” He says, unlocking his car. 

He pulls the passenger door open and you climb inside, the door shutting behind you. He climbs into the drivers seat, the engine roaring to life as he maneuvers the car through the maze of cars parked along the street. 

“Open your legs” he demands.

His fingertips brushing across your inner thigh, coaxing them open.

“You know, it wasn’t very nice of you to tease that poor guy all night, he is probably inside right now looking everywhere for you. And where are you?” He asks. “Answer.”

“Here.” You reply.

“Here where?” He says fishing for more.

“With you Danny.” You reply.

“Never thought I would like the sound of my name leaving your lips.” He says, a finger swiping through your center.

“So wet for me…” he says bringing his finger to his mouth tasting you. 

You swallow harshly at the sight. 

The car pulls into the familiar parking spot, and you both get out meeting at the front, walking to the door together.  

He puts the key in the lock and twists the knob, letting you walk in first. The room is dimly light by a single lamp.

You turn to face him dropping your purse and jacket on the floor, your lips desperately seeking his. You push him backwards against the door, as he twists the lock, his hands then gripping your hips pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

He spins you both around to rest your back against the door, as you lift your head letting him bite and nip at your neck, a moan leaving your lips.

“Look at you…whining to be fucked after acting like you were so much better than me… Now you’re begging for my dick.” He says releasing your legs.

You drop down to the floor in a kneeling position staring up at him. 

“You always said you wanted me on my knees… here I am.” You say devilishly.

Your hand reaches up and unbuckles his pants, while he undoes his button and zipper.

You pull the pants down and see his dick bulging out of his boxers. He kicks his pants off and pulls off his sweater, exposing his perfectly defined abs and the dark smattering of hair that adorns his pelvis in a perfect array. 

You dip your fingers into his boxers, gently tugging them down to release his length from the confines of his boxers. He steps out kicking them to the side and grabbing the base of his dick. It’s big, bigger than you expected, but everything you imagined. His length is slightly more pale than the rest of his perfectly tanned body, the tip matching the dark pink shade of his lips. 

He strokes himself back and forth a few times before you take him in your hands, lining him up with your mouth. You look up at him and your lips part allowing him access. 

You take the tip into your mouth swirling around the sensitive underside with your tongue. The veins in his neck protruding at the contact. His hand weaves into the top of your hair, as you begin to take in more of him into your mouth. He is too large to accept fully, but he seems more than pleased when his tip is pressing against the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ, you are a little slut aren’t you? A slut for me. You’re doing so good taking my dick like this, might let you cum later.” He says as he begins to thrust into your mouth. He looks down smugly, silently asking approval to continue you. You nod and he begins to pick up the pace. 

You moan around him, the feeling of him so hard in your mouth, making your own arousal pool between your legs. 

“You like that? You like when I fuck your face like a little slut?” He says as he continues to pound into your mouth. Both of his hands are now guiding your head back and forth as he thrusts into you. You gag around him, the pressure on his dick making him groan. Your eyes fill with tears, threatening to spill over with another forceful pump into your throat. 

“This is the only time your mouth should be open... when it’s around my fucking cock.” He says, growing harder in your mouth. Tears spilling freely from your eyes, your nails dig into his muscular thighs, as you feel him begin to twitch inside of you. 

“Look at you, crying over my dick. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, is that what you want?” He asks absolutely fucking into your mouth. 

You nod your head and with a few more thrusts he is shooting down the back of your throat groaning, the cum pooling, causing you to gag at the sensation. 

“That’s right baby gag on my cum. Fucking slut. You’re so gorgeous. You know that?” He says pulling out of your mouth. You can feel your eye make up on your cheeks, the wetness of the tears causing it to run. 

“You look absolutely fucked out and you haven’t even had my cock inside you yet.” He says.

“Please….” You say.

You wipe your mouth on your hand and he reaches his hand down to help you stand. 

He grabs your face and kisses you, tasting his own release on your lips. His hands roam your body looking for the hem of your dress before pulling it over your head. He looks down at your tits and subconsciously runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. 

“Who would have thought a few weeks ago that your mouth would be full of my cock? That you would be standing naked in front of me begging for me to fuck you?” He says smugly. 

“I’m trying not to think about it…” you reply as bitchy as you can. 

“You’re so fucked.… you’ll think of me. Promise. When I fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.…and trust me I intend to.” He quips.

“Big talker for a guy who has yet to make me cum…. So far it’s me… one, you….zero.” you say smugly.

With that he is picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, walking quickly to the bedroom.

He throws your body on the bed like a rag doll. You landing in the perfectly made bed you remember. 

“Thats the thing sweetheart… I never said I was going to let you cum. I said I was going to fuck you.” He says crawling over the top of you, his black obsidian necklace dangling between the two of you swinging like a pendulum. “Be a good girl and I’ll consider it.”

His mouth comes down, his teeth connecting to the side of your tit biting the soft flesh. A scream leaving your lips. He growls against you sucking a dark red hickey to the tender skin. Your legs begin to move underneath him, squirming, begging for friction, moaning at the feeling of his lips all over you. 

His mouth trails down your torso, licking and biting your hip, leaving a small purple mark in his wake. “Your skin is so soft, perfect for me to leave reminders of who makes you feel so good. I want you to think of my mouth all week…”

You moan at his statement, a long drawn out release of frustration. 

Looking up at you, he ties his hair back into a messy bun with the elastic from his wrist, as a single strand of hair falls to his face.

Staring at you as he runs a finger through your wetness, he says “God you’re fucking hot… you don’t even need to tell me how much I turn you on, your body tells your secrets for you…”

He places a wet kiss on your inner thigh, licking his way upward before stopping right as he reaches your core. 

“When he was touching you here tonight…what were you thinking about, huh?” He says placing another wet kiss on your thigh. “Staring at me while he did it…. Letting him think you wanted him…Such a dirty girl… ” he says. 

You breathe heavily just waiting for him to connect his tongue to you. 

“Tell me who made you wet, whose hands you were thinking of…”

Desperate for the connection you moan out, “You…. I wanted you. All night. Only you. Please Danny…”

“Fuck….” He says. 

His mouth violently meeting your center, tongue crashing through you.

He wraps his arms around your thighs pulling you swiftly into his face until he is completely covered by you. Your hands reaching down to grasp for his face, as he pulls back slightly, revealing your arousal completely coating his mouth. He looks up at you for a fleeting second before reconnecting his mouth to your core. His tongue licks harsh, violent strokes up your center, flicking his tongue brashly against your clit with every stroke. 

“Danny, please…” you beg.

His eyes flick up to yours, this time staying locked in on you as you writhe beneath the assault of his tongue.

“Mmmm” he groans, his mouth vibrating against your sensitive clit. “I cant let you cum yet baby. I’m not finished.” He pulls off of you denying you your orgasm. A whine leaving your throat as the distance. 

“You’re not the only one who can be a tease, and I plan to show you who's in charge.”

You grind your hips into the bed desperate for him to return to you but he doesn’t. 

“Is that why you’re so fucking infuriating all the time? Running that fucking mouth of yours? Because no one is making this pretty little pussy cum?”

“No…” you groan…. “I just…hate you….” You reply.

“Keep talking baby…” He replies, his mouth returning to your center. “I’ll give you a reason to hate me…” 

Placing his lips around your swollen clit, you feel his middle finger slide into you, a moan leaving your mouth as he pushes it in as far as he can, sliding it back out quickly.

“Goddamn you are fucking tight.” He says adding another finger, plunging them into you forcefully.

You throw your head back with a breathy sigh. 

He curls his fingers upward towards your g spot, fingertips pressing into the sensitive area repeatedly, until you are shaking, close to your orgasm. 

“Please Danny, fuck!” You scream.

You feel him smile against your core, pulling his fingers away, not letting you have it.

“What was that you were saying? About hating me?” He says edging you, yet again.

“Ugh….I do. I do hate you. I hate your stupid fucking face, and your shitty personality. You are such an asshole. Every night I see you walk into the bar with your smug little attitude and I just want to come over the counter and choke you.” You say clawing at his scalp trying to press him back down to you.

He lunges his body upward to hover over yours, his hand quickly finding your throat gripping it tightly. 

“Like this?” He asks, your lips turning into a smirk. The sudden cut off of air heightening your arousal for him.

“Trust me, I have thought about my hand being wrapped around your throat hundreds of times, just never thought it would be like this.” He says with a smug smile.

“Then you better make it count….and don’t disappoint me Daniel, there’s nothing worse than a let down.” you challenge through struggled breath. 

He presses down hard before releasing you, eyes dark and piercing. He lets his hair out of the elastic, flowing freely around his face and down his back. 

He is so fucking hot. 

He cuts his eyes at you as he demands “Hands and knees. Now.”

Smiling devilishly you roll over and do as your told arching your back as much as your body will allow, giving him a perfect view of your ass. 

You turn your head back, catching him staring at the sight before him. 

“Come on Daniel, I’m getting bored….” You say playfully resting your head on the pile of pillows, pretending to yawn, shutting your eyes.

You are quickly snapped back to reality with the sharp sting of his hand connecting with your ass. 

“The time for games is done. Shut your mouth before I change my mind and leave you wet and needy.” He says domineeringly. 

In seconds he is pulling your head backwards by your hair, lowering himself to meet your ear.   You can feel his breath, hot on your ear as he says “Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me that you want this cock buried inside of you. That you’ve wanted it all night. That you’re aching for it. Tell me baby, and I’ll give you anything you want.” 

A groan comes from your throat. 

“Danny, please…..I…..” you whine. 

You have been so close all night, teetering on the edge of release. Your vision is starting to blur, the throbbing between your legs almost painful. 

You decide that if this is the only chance you will get to have him, you can put your ego aside and play his little game, desperately craving your own release. 

Your hand reaches behind you gripping his cock firmly in your fist. 

His breathing hitches at the force of your contact, his eyes locked on yours. 

“You’re right. I have been thinking about this all night. I want your cock inside of me Danny… All of it…I want you so bad I can’t think straight… I want you to fuck me so hard the only thing I can say is your name… Please…I can’t wait any longer.” you say as seductively as possible. 

Most of it being true. You did want him, you aren’t sure when it happened or how but you did. All of him. 

His aggressive facade slipping away for a fraction of a second as he takes in your words. A  groan leaving his throat as you remove your hand from his length, his aggressive mask slipping back into place, he replies sternly, “That’s all I was asking for baby.” 

He forcefully grabs your hips, pulling your ass close to him, aligning himself with your center. 

You feel the tip of him at your entrance as he pushes into you with no hesitation. Filling you all the way to the hilt. Your eyes roll back in your head as a moan leaves your mouth. Your insides stretching to accommodate his length. You can feel every vein in his dick as he slides through your core. You feel him growing harder inside of you and you clench around him in response.

“Well goddamn who would have thought such a mouthy little slut would feel fucking perfect around my cock.” He says groaning as he pulls slightly out of you before pushing back in. “You are even tighter than I thought.” 

“Is no one fucking this pussy? Is that why you’re so tight for me?” He continues.

“No… It’s yours….please.” You beg. 

He digs his finger tips into your hip bones and begins to violently pull you back to meet him. His dick shooting straight into your sensitive spot. The sounds of your skin slapping together ringing through the room. He is hitting your g spot with every stroke, every time with ease, like he has done it a thousand times before. 

Your body clenches around him begging to cum. 

“Danny, please harder, I’m gonn…” his hand reaches up and lands over your mouth.

“No. You are not going to cum. Not yet.” He says firmly, slowing his hips against you. 

A cry leaving your mouth as he pulls out of you. 

“Get on top of me, I want to watch you ride my dick…” he says spinning you around to straddle him. His hair is splayed across the pillows perfectly framing his head, his necklace resting in the shallow part of his throat, gleaming in the light as he breathes. You lift onto your knees and slide your self down onto him, groaning at the pain of the new angle. You throw your head back as you let his name leave your lips.

His hands come up to grab your tits, rolling your hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers. The shock of the pinch causing you to tighten around him. 

“Fuck if you keep doing that I will blow right now.” He says through a moan.

“Look at me. Let me see your eyes.” He says placing his hand on your neck, this time just to hold on to you, pushing you down. You begin to roll your hips in a wave pattern letting his cock explore every spot deep inside of you. Your eyes slowly rise meet his.

"I want you to look me in the eye and see who's making you feel this good. Want to feel your pretty little pussy dripping down me while you scream my name. Tell me how good I make you feel….”

Before you can respond his hips are shooting up from underneath nailing into you from below. A shocked groan escaping you. He does it again, harder this time. His hand moving to your shoulder to pull you down as he batters into you. “Danny please…” you beg. Looking at him with watery eyes. He nails you again. “PLEASE…” you scream. 

“Say it, say my name baby. Tell me who has you coming undone... Who's fucking you so good...” He grunts.

“Daniel…. Danny its you fuck… fuck I’m….” You scream as your orgasm finally runs through you lighting your body on fire. Collapsing on top of him, he wraps his arms around your body pulling you into him as he continues to thrust into you. 

“That’s right baby. Me. You looked so pretty cumming on my cock... Fuck, I might even let you cum again…. What do you think?” He says slowing his hips. You sigh, your face pressed against his damp chest. Your ear is pressed to him and you can hear his heart pumping and the blood rushing through him.

You feel him pull out of you, whining at the loss of his fullness, a small laugh coming from his chest. He rolls over, as you fall into the place he was laying, warm from his body. 

He towers over you, his weight resting on his arms, leaning over to place a kiss on your lips. The kiss begins to deepen as you both let go of the things previously holding you back. Your tongues fight for dominance over each others, teeth crashing together as you desperately try to pull him back to your core. 

His lips are full and swollen, soft and supple. Everything you didn’t expect. Everything you wanted them to be. His skin is warm and smells of man and fragrant earthy smells you cant quite place yet. His cheeks are pink and flushed from his exertion. His beautiful dark curls messy from your fingers breaking them apart, fall around his face. He pulls away from your lips hovering over them, his eyes looking into yours. You wonder if he is having the same type of thoughts about you. If he still hates you. If he wants you like you want him. If he has always wanted you like you’ve always wanted him. His eyes flash quickly and his lips reconnect with yours. This time the kiss isn’t rough, it isn’t aggressive. It’s soft and delicate. Barely there. A feeling grows from the pit of your stomach and blooms into your chest. As if he feels it he looks down at your stomach, running his hand up your torso to the exact place where the feeling rested.

He places a kiss on your collarbone, lingering maybe longer than he should.

He grabs his length and slowly slides back into you, both of you gasping at the feeling. He begins to work you at a slow pace, making his way up to a normal speed. You curl your legs around his hips, your heels digging into him, as you slide your foot down his leg. He grabs your ankle and places your leg over his shoulder, granting you both a new deeper position.

He starts to thrust into you harder, his breath becoming ragged, giving away that he was close to his own release. As he presses into you over and over you feel yourself getting close to your second orgasm. Sweat beads on his forehead, his brow furrowing with each thrust. The hairs on the nape of his neck damp and sticking to his neck. His mouth is slightly open, harsh breaths escaping his lips with every forward thrust. He looks up at you,  “Okay baby, we are going to cum together this time. I want to feel you squeezing around me. I want everything you’ve got.” 

You let out a ridiculous whine, your release ready to go just at the sound of those words. You feel his thrusts getting sloppier and you know he’s right there too. 

“Cum for me Danny, fill me. Show me who I belong to…” That was enough to send him over the edge, he lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard and you feel his dick twitching inside of you, a warm sensation spilling between your legs. Hearing him cum and seeing his face twist in pure ecstasy sends you barreling into your orgasm, squeezing around him so hard he cries out from the pressure. He collapses on top of you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Your fingertips lightly scratching small circles on his back. He’s breathing begins to regulate after a minute. 

“Danny…” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He replies in a delayed whisper.

You swallow nervously smugly asking, “Still hate me?”

A tender kiss brushes behind your ear. “Not sure, might need a little more convincing.”

“Oh, you think we are gonna do this again?” You ask smugly.

“I know so.” He says. He rolls out of the bed and walks to the bathroom, you staring at his perfect form the whole way there. 

As he walks out the bathroom door you stand heading that way as well. He stops you midway grabbing your hips and pulling you into him, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind you ear.

His tough guy facade slipping away yet again, he says There are towels in the closet if you want one.” as he lets you past him, his hand lingering on your hip.

You walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, inspecting the dark purple marks across your body. He has blemished your neck, your hip and your breasts. You turn from the mirror and grab a towel from the fully stocked linen closet. 

He is so organized. Unexpected.

You turn the shower on and step under the warm spray, waiting for it to turn hot.

His emerald green tiled shower is wrapped floor to ceiling in glass. Various bottles of shampoo and body washes line the shelf. You grab his body wash that smells of sandalwood and begin to wash yourself, taking in the familiar scent, reminding you of his body hovering over yours. You wash your face and wet your hair, letting the slippery suds slide down your body, coating you in the scent. The hot water stinging the raw bites on your sides. You shut the water off and step out grabbing the towel and wrapping it around you to dry yourself before hanging it on a hook. 

You step back into his bedroom and see that he has set a folded t-shirt on the pillow opposite his head. He is laying in the bed scrolling through his phone, the lamp on his nightstand dimmed. He looks up when he sees you, a soft smile threatens his lips at the sight of your naked body but he stifles it down.

“So you want me to stay, I’m guessing?” You ask picking up the faded t-shirt pulling it over your head. 

“Well I’m not driving you back to your car…so I guess you could walk?” he says sarcastically.

You throw a pillow at him, both of you laughing. “You’re such an ass.” You say with a smile.

Pulling the comforter back he motions for you to join him and you slide in next to him. His body turns to face yours and you mimic him turning on your side. 

“Our secret….?” He asks nervously, running his hand over your wet hair.

“Yes Danny…. I will still pretend to hate you in front of your friends…. Won’t tell them I finally won...” You say in a joking tone.

“Won? Please…” He says scoffing.

“I got what I wanted….but I think you did too.” You reply smugly.

“I will agree with that.” He says smiling, rolling over turning off the lamp.

You feel his arms reach over grabbing your torso, pulling you into his body.  He shifts his right leg to rest between yours and you feel his right hand find a spot on your waist gently rubbing as he relaxes his body. His breathing begins to even and he falls asleep wrapped up in you. 

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Things were perfect in this moment, but they wouldn't stay that way for long.

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[tusk-rumours]

wendigo helps us to uck

authors note: proper fic because i am not drunk

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summary: wendigo hurts us, the boys are concerned so we fuck

co-wrote with @mxilkyways , thank you so much for this! you’re gonna ask me what i’m doing and it’s called crediting you for your hard work 🥰🥰

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we hunt in the woods

the wendigo gives us big scratch

owie

seqg 5sqon68rn uf

we go bacj to motel, dean cursing as he drifves

the door closes, the boys face us

what the frick?!?! tgqrt whas bit xiii, ma.

i did what i had to do, come lick jp my blood, freak. ok

desan licks our wound with his sexy, active tongue, while sam crouces down, wrapping his arms around our leg, mosnimg.

sammy come up here.

but baby you're injured, i dont want to hurt you, let me make you all better okay?

fuck me.

okay.

dean p0uts you flat on the bed, spread like butter on a quality, fresh slice of white bread. he setlles over you, sam on hus back like a monkey, as they both stare down at yu hungrily.

bite my wound.

they bite like vampires, hungry and needy. as they do this, it summons prince charming from shrek.

im hot, and i have good hair. my lips are cherry flavoured, want to taste?

mmmm yes please dean sighs, leaninfg in. prince charming and dean move to the other bed, makimng passionate love. mmmcherry, CHREERY.

me and asam, alone.

you aere so fucking hot i wanna lick you all over, giving you everything you want, just top me and fuck me already i need you more than i need air to drink. please.

i have been waiting for you to day that, i wanna rail you and hold you and pull yiur hsir and put me uop into yorur lungs, trust me im that big.

i bet u are.

come get this sexy, i say.

wait i gotta make a tweet, get the fuck off me sam.

w-what? no, pay attention to me.

no, my fans need me, i must make a semi-problematic tweet that will have the internet spiralling and half of. it turning against me, please, let me do this, its critical to the development of my career.

baby no, just talk to me.

i cant over the moans of dean and prince charming, they loud af.

lets go somewhere private.

no i wanna join. chaerming, let me top you, and i can pull those luscious locks to a new dimension, fairy godmother dont have to know ok

you are a. beast y/n

let me unravel you like the layers of an onion, my prince. let me shove my dronkey sized strap on up your dragon sized badussy, king.

yes, my maginifcant queen - i will let you penertrate me.

what about me? dean whines as his weaping weanus sits erect against his breasts

yes, you will get attention too dean, now go annally fuck sammy while i tweeet about prince chaerming and i

ok, slay

good boy dean

my tweet: 'i love my prince charming he is so humble, i fuck him like no other, sammy and dean are fducking nedxt to me but i ignore, thus me previal, i look at my golden retriever boyfriend above me, the cherry scent filling my synapses. a medieval meal, please. he says right away ma'am and takes me straight to pound town in a land far, far away.'

10k reblogs in 10 mins. #iconic

ok now u can fuck me. proceed sire.

he insered

his rather large genetalia broke forth my vaginal ducts and penertrated me. i could thus feel every vein and protrusion amgong his beast as he rapidly thrusted into thy vagine. his sire's hips sputter as hsis seed fills my walls, childering swimming in my hole.

i groan

sam - we stop. im having a vision.

what is it

prince mr sexy charming will murder us all!!!

oh no

seize him dean states in that sexy dominant tone of his.

the clothed fly back on our bodies. sam, are you sure?

yes, kill the bastard.

no but his monster cock :(((((

live without it whore

k. '

he dies bc dean strangles him.

man, i wish, i think.

sam reads my mind. i can read minds too, purify yourself you fucking dirty slut.

wait, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

sam pours holy water on me, and i burn.

mm nedcrophilly.

emnd of scene.

[roughcass]

"Who cares?"

wriothesley x fem!reader smut

caught in office, marking, biting, spit, teasing, knee grinding, pathetic pinin', fingering use of pet names, semi-established relationship

you weren't entirely sure how you ended up here in this predicament however complaining was the last thing on your mind. not that you had time to contemplate, all you could think about was the strong man pinning you against his desk. harsh bites and kisses littered down from your ear, to your neck, to your clavicle. soft whimpers escape you, "you like that?" wriothesley asked. he knew the answer, of course you did. not a single person could please you in the way he could. as if he'd let another person touch you regardless. too embarrassed and lost in the moment you couldnt say or do anything other than whine. his kisses soon got harsher and his teeth start gracing your silky skin, tasting you. licking the spot he just bit, marking your neck. next thing you know, your shirt was unbuttoned and forgotten in the corner as he hitched your skirt up. his mouth started working lower on your chest, soon sucking and licking at your breasts. "please oh my god-" you started, only causing him to smirk more.

he has you right where he wanted you, begging and whining before he even removed an article of clothing. after all a gentleman should be focused on his lady, right? his knee travels between your legs and finds its way straight to your clit. he starts moving it around instantly, ferocious but still being gentle with you. he could never hurt his sweetheart. minutes pass like this, him kissing you with his knee bringing you close - and then he stops. still. you're begging him to do more, touch you more. hes in control and he loves it. he soon starts to lick your ear before whispering, "you look so fuckin' gorgeous f'me baby, yeah you can take it." his words had you pushing over the edge. you needed more. "fuck, wrio' need you now. please quit teasin' me" "shhh be my good girl, yeah?" more minutes pass by with this treacherous torture. "love i need more, please."

who was he to deny his princess what she needs? he teased you enough. "of course m'lady." and there he was, instantly shoving his way past your panties and working his way inside. two fingers stretching you out as his thumb finds you way to your clit, working quickly. your back collapses on his deck. "nuh uh, sit back up. if you wanna cum you gotta listen to me darling." finding the last bit of strength that possessed you, you sat up staring in his eyes. you're a moaning whining mess, can only make noises and shout his name. god it felt good.

that was until, of course, footsteps came closer. silent eyes begging him to stop, but he only slides another digit in. a scream escapes your lips before he quickly clamps his hand over your mouth. "quiet. you dont want them hearing you, now do you?" all you could do was stare at him with tears in your eyes. "or is that what you want, huh? want them to see you taking my fingers hm? your pretty gushy hole taking my fingers so well?" "n-no!" he moves quicker as the footsteps grow closer. "wrio wait," you start to mumble through the pleasure as best as you could. "w-what if fuckk.. someone catches us?" "who cares?" "you're.. nghh, the duke! what if this affects you!" he just stares at you blankly, like you were expecting any other answer. he pauses for a second before a shit eating albeit sexy smirk, he repeats himself. "who cares?" with that you feel yourself getting wetter, and you know he feels it too. "aw darling, does the idea of people watching you turn you on? you want an audience as i fuck you silly, hm?" all you could do was shriek before he covered your mouth once more. "poor baby cant even stay quiet for a few minutes." with the last two words he punctuated that by thrusting deeper and harder.

he cant help but widden his eyes, like the archons handed him a perfect opportunity at the new sound. a knock arrives on the door followed by the calling of his name. you froze still horrified, but he didnt. pleading eyes begging him to stop as he called "yes?" through the door completely unfazed. before he could see what the person needed they took his word as a sign to open the door. at light speed his jacket was covering you as you laid on his desk horrified and spent. the person screamed before walking back out and slamming the door.

"no one has any matters anymore do they?" he says annoyed before continuing moving his fingers making you cum. rolling his eyes after, "i'm so sorry sweetheart but i have to deal with that person." you stared at him as best as you could whimpering and catching your breath still. he slid on his gloves before walking over to you kissing your forehead and then your lips. "i have to teach someone some respect," he started before walking over to the mirror in his office tightening his tie. his hand was on the door knob as he turned to face you, "bye honey. i'll be back as soon as i can to properly take care of you, i love you.. don't go anywhere." he chuckled to himself at the last statement before locking his office and walking out. he knew you couldnt go anywhere, still all too fucked out from his fingers.

[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

CHAPTER 14: I CANT STAND THIS ANYMORE

wc: 6054

tags: violence, attempted s/a, smut, angst, drugs

a/n: this chapter might be triggering for some people, read at your own risk.

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yaera

i havent been to one of these events since i was fifteen. that doesnt sound like a long time, but considering my sister was still alive then, it certainly felt like forever had passed.

the dress i was given is pretty at least. its black, has long sleeves and looks like it was designed for a sexy vampire. one good thing came out of this shitfest.

but the best part is, i can hide san's drugs within my outfit. im not stashing them in matching black purse because it'll get searched, but the tiny ziplock bags fit perfectly in my sleeves and boob area. this will truly be the riskiest thing ive ever done.

irina and the others even messaged me not to forget the stuff. im so focused on just getting that money the fear i had buried inside me hasnt completely resurfaced yet.

im staring at myself in the mirror, looking at my smokey eye make up. the black hair dye really gave me a morbid yet sexy aesthetic that im not bad about. if i could describe myself in two words, it would be exactly that, morbid and sexy.

the sexy part is what bothers me. i know there are people who would agree all too willingly with that. and its not my target audience.

my room door swings open and my mother walks in. theres a strange look on her face as she takes me in. we say nothing to each other for a few moments till she breaks the silence.

"bellisima," she says, almost under her breath. "we can really never go wrong with santo. he made you look like a princess, even if you look like you are going to a funeral."

my insides squirm at the mention of his name. i tried to ignore it, but the fear i felt in that bathroom is coming back full swing. im seeing him tonight. he'll be waiting for me.

"please don't do this again this year," i stiffly begged. "you need to find someone your own age Santo. I'm...I'm not the one."

santo cocks his head to the side and smirks. "and who told you that? who said you're not perfect for me?"

"i don't fucking want you," I hissed. his eyes widen slightly, more out of sick arousal instead of offense.

he advanced on me and i blinked, finding myself pressed against a stall. i whimpered and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but my arms were pinned to the side. oh my God, I'm going to be sick.

"but I want you, and you know that. so why don't you stop playing games," he whispered dangerously close to my ear. i shivered and my nausea kept tugging at my stomach.

"i'm your only chance at a respectable man. your parents already love me. so why don't you accept the love I have for you? you'll never find anyone like me, tesoro."

"i fucking hope so," i whispered, pinching my eyes closed. he moved his face infront of mine, hovering his lips over mine. I whined and wriggle, but he isn't fazed by my struggling.

"you're a big girl now, right?" he said lowly. "i think it's time you feel like a woman."

i snap out of that awful memory when my mother clicks her fingers infront of my face. "come on, hurry up! we are only waiting on you!"

i cant leave san's side tonight. no matter what.

when i get downstairs, my nearly feel the breath getting knocked out of me. he's standing there, looking more handsome than i've ever seen him. black hair slicked back, eyebrows done. the suit is sitting perfectly. its like he's the model here and not me. god i think im going to be sick.

he gives me a small smile but says nothing.

"doesn't she look perfect, amore mio?" my mother says to my father, who only gives an awkward smile of acknowledgement.

"the two of you can sit at the back of the limo. your mother and i will take the two front seats," my father says, then turns to san with a pointed finger. "dont get any ideas, boy. i know your headmaster personally."

san awkwardly laughs. "i would never, sir."

i try not to wonder how true that is. we pile into the limo and my parents keep looking at us through the rearview, making sure there's a significant gap between us. i look over to him and all the anger i felt before is just gone. i think im fucking whipped.

hes the most beautiful man ive ever seen.

"san..."

"you look really pretty," he tells me before i can say anything. saying that with the most expressionless face makes my face drop.

"oh-"

"i just wanted to say that. you really do."

i dont know what to say. the limo is dim so i dont know if he can see how flushed i feel. he leans forward and i think hes about to kiss me. i hope for it. i dont even care if my parents are nearby.

"where are you hiding the stuff?" he whispers. oh right, his drugs.

i show him my sleeves, how the pills are pressed finely between the folds. then i point to my bust. "others are in here," i say.

he chuckles lowly. "creative. you can give me some if you need more space."

if san gets caught with this my parents would end him. everything he worked to achieve would be gone in less than 2 days.

"i think i should keep it. just in case anything happens. you know, rich girl immunity."

san nods and leans back away from me, making me feel empty. "of course."

no words are exchanged between us for a few moments. so we're really going to pretend like the party didnt happen? did that mean it was never going to happen ever again. i dont want to sound desperate but my head is screeching for answers.

but i focus on what matters tonight. putting on a show. getting irina and the others their drugs and collecting payment. and most of all, escaping santo.

"san, can you do me a favour?" i ask.

he hesitates but nods anyway.

"dont leave my side tonight. please."

he rubs the back of his head nervously. "well, i am your date. and i dont know anyone else here."

god. he doesnt realize how bad i need him.thats the thing, i need him more than he needs me. i can never delete what i have on him. i never know when this will go sideways.

the party is at some hotel. when we get there, i can tell the reception is intimidating to san. the cameras, the flashing lights. the security. i grab his hand and he doesnt protest as we go inside. both of us get patted down by security guards, of course the drugs go undetected.

we go inside and the dinner set up is fancy as fuck. i look at san and i cant tell if hes forcing the coolness to not have a panic attack, but his face is blank. i spot irina and the others at a table and wave, my mother dragging us to a separate table with our name on it.

theres a stage with a massive projection screen, where a slideshow of the lingerie collection plays. i know at some point the pictures from the shoot will play out as well. im hoping to sneak off before then because i cant handle the embarrassment.

"so this is your life huh," san mutters next to me. i frown, his tone sounds disappointed.

"whats wrong?" i ask.

"nothing. just...i cant believe it sometimes."

hes been acting so weird. is he insecure? fuck i.dont even know where to start placing questions. my stomach sinks a little at his tone. i guess he'll never get it. he doesnt understand what im really running from. i doubt he ever will. that class disconnect will keep beating our ass.

to him, anything is better than being in a gang. i guess hes right. but that doesnt mean there arent things out there that would make you want to kill yourself. i would know.

santo walks out on the stage and everyone starts clapping like this is the oscars. "good evening everyone, buenos noches, buonasera, and everything else! welcome to the launch of the new Cosa Pericolosa brand. a brand distinct for its dangerous yet delicate beauty, made of the finest Italian lace and silk. i want to thank everyone for coming to celebrate and enjoy this milestone. there will be dancing and there will be a party, saluto!"

as soon as he gets off that stage, i see his face find my parents table. hes coming straight for us. i instantly grab san's hand under the table. he turns to me utterly confused, but i cant deal with that right now.

"mi famiglia!" santo loudly says and kisses my parents on the cheek. he gets to me and does the same, his kiss lingering on me longer than i wanted. i suppress a shiver. "tesoro, you look beautiful in the dress i picked! im so glad to see everyone here!"

"we could not have done it without you, santo!" my mother gushes. "you look so handsome!"

"ah, you are making me shy. it is really you people who are stealing the show, wait till you see how the pictures turned out!" he laughs obnoxiously, turning to smile at me.

"im so glad you are here, tesoro. it is good to finally have you back. your sister would be proud of you."

"thank you, santo." i force a smile. when really i want to scream. dont fucking bring her up, i want to scream it. but i force a stupid, docile smile. fuck if this night goes on for any longer, i might end up doing these drugs myself.

"hold on, who is this," santo finally acknowledges san. he holds out his hand to him. "i am santo falcone. but you can call me santo, you are?"

"that is yaera's date," my mother chimes in as san awkwardly takes his hand. "san choi. he is a classmate."

"oh," santo's smile tightens and he glances at me. "just a classmate?"

my father forces a laugh. "of course. do you know me? she can meet someone when it is time to get married."

santo grips san's hand for an uncomfortable amount of time till he ends up needing to rip it away. "nice to meet you, san choi. excuse me, i will return to you all. i have to greet the other guests and then have them run the music. you all enjoy the night."

he leaves, giving me a weird look before going. is he fucking jealous? does he seriously think he owns me? i dont know how my sister worked with him. hes so fucking creepy and somehow that never came up between us.

irina and the others arrive at our table next, greeting my parents with hugs and kisses. "can we steal yaera for a second? she looks so gorgeous!" claire says, gushing.

"no really, i want to rip that dress off you!" anya says. my mother rolls her eyes and laughs.

"please girls, bring her back in one piece for the show." my mother says. a smirk i know to be devious grows on irina's lips.

"oh we will, dont worry, mrs marino."

im so happy to get up from that table. san grabs my dress and looks up like a lost kid. "where are you going? dont leave me by myself here," he says under his breath.

awww hes so awkward. "ill be right back. dont miss me too much."

his eyes are desperate and his smile is so forced its hilarious. "youre really going to leave me with your parents?"

"dont worry she'll be back!" anya tells him, noticing him holding my dress. "your boyfriend is so clingy, yaera."

i can tell san is trying not to murder her with his glare. not more can be said because im whisked away. we end up in the bathrooms that look like something out of the louvre. anya and claire start taking mirror selfies while irina starts putting the money down on the sink.

"all of it is here, you can count it yourself. now where are the stuff?" she says. i start unrolling my sleeves, taking four of the bags out, getting the other five from my boobs.

anya and claire quickly come scrambling. "oh god, finally!" claire says. "we've been waiting so long."

"is it really that good?" i wonder, their relief is crazy to see. "better than what you already do?"

"alone its okay. but together with what we already do? a fucking trip to the skies," irina shakes her head with a smile. "ive never been so glad to know you, marino."

mixing drugs. that doesnt sound smart. but what do i know? im not the addict.

i smile and take the money, folding it back into my boobs. "youre welcome. and you know if you need more, where to call me."

"of course. and you better answer."

"your boyfriend is so fucking hot yaera," anya says with a sigh. "hes literally gorgeous. where did you find him?"

"careful, you cougar. you cant be talking about an 18 year old like that," i joke.

"im not even twenty three shut the fuck up!" she shoves at my shoulder.

"so he is your boyfriend?" claire smiles. the three of them coo like children when i start blushing.

"im getting there guys," i say. "hopefully soon."

"what do his parents do? he looks like a model himself." claire says.

"you know this is yaera, hes probably crazy as fuck. like the last one, what was his name?" irina chimes in with a snort. "i bet this one is the reason she has drugs in the first place."

i scowl at her. shes right but i hate that she read me so easily. "bitch, just enjoy my services. goddamn it you people are nosy."

she raises an eyebrow. "am i right though?"

i roll my eyes and start to leave, saluting on my way out. "im getting back now to my date now, goodbye ladies."

luckily when i get out, theres music playing and people are on the floor. san is sitting alone by the table, taking random sips out of a champagne glass. im so excited. i actually got money back for us. i throw my hands onto his shoulders and smile widely, unable to hold my excitement.

"so guess who collected their first payment?"

san's eyes widen. "all the money there?"

"every last note. so i think to celebrate we should dance."

san frowns and cringes. "i dont dance. im fine here."

i roll my eyes and grab his hand, pulling him up with a hard tug. "is it a sin for you to do ANYTHING fun? the music is playing and we have something to celebrate, come on."

he sighs and gives in with a lame smile. "fine."

i lead him to the dancefloor, swinging my arms around his neck. san's hands drop to my lowerback as we sway and i cant ignore the happiness bubbling in my brain. i cant stop smiling.

"you seem really happy," he notes. "you're getting a big head from your first payment huh?"

"of course. its just what i needed to prove myself to you. that i can pull my weight and that im not just some liability."

"i never said that-"

"yes you did san. many times." i remind him, and his cheeks flush from.embarrassment. "i can even quote you on it if you want?"

"please dont," he chuckles under his breath. "fine, i guess you can pull your weight."

his dimples are piercing through. i stare at him mesmerized and i cant even hide it. i bet if i was a cartoon in this very moment, i'd be having stars in my eyes.

"you're perfect, you know that?" i say without thinking.

san's eyes widen, then darken in seconds. "what?" his voice is just barely together.

"i want to kiss you again," i admit. "i think its all i'll want for a really long time."

i lightly stroke his cheeks, seeing them go rosey. this is all i have. the only thing that shows me that i do affect him.

his eyes dart down to my lips and i shrink the distance between us, till we're just barely a centimeter apart.

"i dont want you to think about it," i tell him. "just do whatever you want in the moment. thats all that matters."

"yaera..." he gulps, then takes a step back. "i-i dont know about this. lets just...this isnt good. for either of us."

"says who?" i scoff.

"says me. you and i should just stay business partners. strictly business. anything else wont end well for either of us."

hearing that makes my heart shatter and my stomach drop. fuck i can feel my eyes filling with water. i try to choke.it down but i know its obvious.

"so you're just gonna.pretend we never kissed at that party?" i lay down my arms from his neck. "youre just going to pretend that never happened?"

san stops dancing and gives me a curt nod. "i think its best we do. we both know i just represent something to you. something forbidden. thats why you want me right? because im someone you cant have."

i laugh bitterly. "i cant fucking believe you."

i feel a tear drop. san sees it and frowns. "yaera wait-"

i swat his hands away from me. "you are such a fucking dick."

i get off the dancefloor and run somewhere. i dont know where. im just walking, looking for a place to break down and sob. god this is so embarrassing. im so fucking pathetic.

i stop infront of a random room and twist the door handle. its unlocked, thank god. i go inside and fall onto the bed, my chest instantly getting wrecked. i start sobbing horrifically, unable to believe how awful i feel right now.

whats wrong with me. what is legitimately wrong with me. why was he so cold? am i not pretty enough for him or something? this cant just be about the business. i refuse to believe it. and even if it is, why do i feel so worthless?

everytime jongho has rejected me and made me feel like nothing but a stupid slut flashes infront of me. the feeling stabs me like a knife.

that must be it. thats probably what he sees me as. a stupid, desperate evil slut. all i do is throw myself at him. even at that party, i couldnt wait to be all over him. im pathetic. and desperate. i should just die.

my gloves are soaked. i cant believe how much im crying. maybe i should go back to therapy. maybe i wasnt coping as well as i thought i was.

i look up into the mirror stand, seeing my make up absolutely ruined. my entire face is red, and my hair is sticking to my soaked cheeks. i look like shit.

suddenly i remember why i stayed away from men in the first place. because im too fucking sensitive. my mood depends on them. my self worth is a reflection of how much they like me. they control whether i feel emotional highs and emotional lows.

i start laughing at myself. i cant believe i got myself into this kind of fuckery again.

the door opens suddenly, making me jolt. santo comes in and closes the door behind him, smiling tightly. i jerk up and start stumbling back, backing myself into a wall to be far away from him.

"what are you doing here?" i ask, my voice shaking.

"i saw you dancing with that...child," he slowly laughs, his tone sounding bitter. "you have no business being with someone like him, tesoro."

"santo-"

"do you know how fucking sick i felt?" he snaps, stalking like a dangerous animal. "seeing you with him? while you wear the dress i picked out for you?"

being alone was a mistake. i try to dart for the door but he grabs me and picks me up, covering my mouth with his hand. he throws me onto the bed, forcing his bodyweight on top of me. im frozen, i cant move. every karate class ive taken, all my knowledge on hurting someone just vanishes. hes on top of me and i cant move.

im sobbing again. he presses his finger to my lip, hushing me.

"i should be the only one who takes this dress off you tonight," he whispers. he starts lowering the top, leaving the top of my chest exposed. "dont cry, tesoro, you'll feel so much better after. ive been waiting for this for so long..."

"no please, santo," i beg through my tears. "please just leave me alone. please just-"

theres a few knocks on the door. "yaera, is that you? can i come in?"

that's san's voice. santo clamps his palm over my lips again and i scream.through them. its muffled. i start struggling and kicking but he wont get off me. he forces his hand harder. "fucking stop," he growls at me.

the door swings open anyway. san barges in and santo quickly jumps off me, suddenly on the other side of the room. san looks between us, frozen in his feet.

"what, did anyone say you could fucking come in?" santo screams. san stays staring between us, his face absolutely blank. santo scoffs and adjusts his suit jacket before storming out and slamming the door.

i sit up on the bed, looking at san through blurry eyes. i cant even find my voice. i cant even deal with what just happened.

"did he try..." san trails off, shaking his head at me. he rushes to sit down next to me. i cant help it, as soon as he wraps his arms around me i start bawling again.

"i cant fucking breathe. san please i just want to get away from here. please can we just leave."

he softly rubs the side of my head as he holds my face in his chest. "lets go. we'll go away from here. far away from.here. anywhere."

***

san

i dont even know where to start.

yaera and i ordered an uber from the hotel, disappearing with the permission of her father, saying she felt sick and she needed to go home. they werent happy but yaera's distraught face convinced them. they have no idea what the fuck happened tonight. they were sitting with that same guy that night.

hell, i dont even know what happened. but i could put two and two together.

yaera and i havent said a word to each other. shes passed out on my chest all the way to my apartment. i have to carry her on the way in. i have to put her down on her feet when its time to go into my apartment, and she hangs on my arm the entire time.

"you sure you fine with this?" i ask her. she nods wordlessly.

i let her inside, and she makes her way to my bed where she falls hopelessly. i go and sit down beside her, not knowing what to say. i dont know any words that can fix what happened tonight.

i know so much about her, but tonight...it made me realize i know nothing.

"this isnt the first time it happened," she says, her voice low and defeated. "the first time he did it...i was fifteen. he touched the inside of my thigh in a dressing room and kept trying it till i never went back. i never told my parents...or my sister."

i dont say anything. i let her speak.

"he told me he would never let me go. that he was in love with me. he tried so many times. at my own house. and everytime i would end up in the hospital...my parents would blame me. they would say that i was acting out. i didnt know how to tell them. they treated santo better me and my sister. hes a saint to them."

i feel my head heating up. a rich prick predator piece of shit. he deserves to disappear. he deserves to fucking rot.

i bet miss A could make a bastard like him disappear really quickly.

i take her hand and gently rub my thumb over her knuckles. i feel terrible. the only reason he was able to follow her was because of me.

"so thats why you asked me to not leave your side," i realized. "so you wouldnt be alone with him."

"he gets jealous of every man who comes near me," yaera's tears leak onto my pillow. "i thought if he saw you...he would really leave me alone this time. but it just...it made him more aggressive. he tried to..."

i pull her up and bring her into another hug, gripping her tightly. it felt like if i let her go that i'd never hold her again. that feeling terrifies me. i hate it so much.

"i'll never let him hurt you again," i swear. "i'll fucking kill him. just say the word and i will."

"i want him off my skin, san," she tells me pleadingly. "i dont want to feel him ever again. i want to scratch my skin off and be clean. i want to feel clean again."

"you arent dirty, yaera. hes the fucking filthy one for putting his hands on you," i hold her face in my hands. shes delicate, like porcelain. her eyes, that are usually so menacing and careless are filled with sadness. "youre perfect. you dont deserve that, dont for a second blame yourself. you're perfect, do you hear me?"

"if im so perfect then why dont you want me?" she whimpers. my blood runs cold. fuck how can she hit me with such a heavy loaded question.

theres no point in lying anymore. this is the last situation where i can lie.

"im scared," i admit. "im scared of you. and this. and everything. ive never had something like this, ive never had someone this close to me. i dont know how to handle it. ive been alone for so long i dont know how to let anyone be near me. i never let myself have anything. i always let go."

"please let me be there," she whispers in a tone i cant refuse. "please dont let me go. let yourself have this. let yourself have me."

my chest hurts. this night isnt going at all how i thought it would. its too much. i dont know what to say to yaera. i find my eyes feeling heavy. she takes my face in her hands again and i know she wants to kiss me. fuck it, this is the worst time. but at this point, there isnt ever a right time.

i go in for it and kiss her first. her lips are soft and velvety, and she melts against mine instantly. we start to lose our softness, with yaera pulling me closer and closer. its like she wants to take all the oxygen out of me. her kiss is hard, like a cry for help, like im all the air she'll ever need.

she breaks the kiss and drags her lips down my neck, making me shudder. yaera makes her way onto my lap and i dont fight it, her legs wrapping around me tightly as her dress rides up her thighs.

the kisses turn hot and i feel my brain losing sense. this wont end here, i know it. i want to stop it. i drag my willpower from the floor to break our kiss and she stares at me, frowning with swollen lips.

"is this really a good time?" i ask seriously. "you're really emotionally vulnerable right now. after what happened tonight, do you really think-"

"san," she interrupts me, pressing another kiss to my lips. "my life has been one big emotional fucked up moment, i want to forget. i want to have this, im so fucking dead inside. i want to feel alive again."

she stops showering me with warm pecks and looks me dead in the eye. "will you give me that?"

i hold her face again. my chest feels warm thinking about how no one sees her like this. her pain. but she trusts me enough. she lets me see it.

"i'll give you whatever you want tonight. i promise."

those words were all she needed. yaera slides her hands over my chest, pushing the suit jacket off. her hands move fast, flicking open every button till my chest is bare.

she presses her lips to mine again, her fingers tugging at my hair. i moan at the pull, surprising myself and her. she breaks the kiss and smiles down at me.

"i could get used to that sound," she teases. something stirs in me. she's so hot.

i move my hands to the back of her dress, finding the zipper. i dont break eye contact, and her smile only grows as the dress starts falling apart on her.

i slowly drag my lips down her neck, and she lets out a shiver. i fight my smile and continue to leave hot, soft kisses down her shoulder, moving down to her barely hidden cleavage. yaera harshly pulls the dress down, having rolls of money fall out and exposing her chest.

***

yaera

san stares at me after my boobs stare at him. there's a dazed look in his eyes that disappears once he lowers his mouth onto my one boob and grabs a hand full of the other.

i throw my head back, lost in a cloud after feeling his warm mouth. he starts sucking and massaging, rolling circles over my nipple. this is heaven. or something close to it definetely.

i feel my thighs tightening, warmth seeping down from my lower stomach. i try to stifle my moans, my mouth just barely gasping. he looks up at me, pausing on his motion. "you dont have to hold back. i told you i'll give you anything you want tonight," he whispers.

i hold his face with both my hands, feeling like i could cum from just staring into his eyes. "i only want you," i admit direly. i'll take anything he gives me. "but rubbing on you would be nice too."

he leans back, making me yearn. "okay, open wider."

hearing those words just makes me hotter. i get up from his lap and completely remove my dress, both of us just ignoring all the money on the floor. san's eyes hang on my every movement. im in nothing but black lace, and i dont waste time in throwing myself on his lap again, legs parted and ready.

he brings his lips to mine again, both softly and yet completely taking them as his own. his hand slips between my thighs, slowly trailing up like hes carressing fragile ceramics. i shiver as he gets closer to me, his hand finally slipping onto the base of me. he drags his thumb down my clothed folds, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer.

i try to focus on kissing him, dragging my teeth down to his neck. i lose myself when he starts rubbing me with both fingers, feeling that jolt of warmth coursing through me.

my mouth is parted as my face is buried in his neck, pathetic whimpers pumping out of me. san starts going in circles, right in the perfect spot. i do myself the favour and move the fabric to the side, his warm fingers completely melting inside me as he pumps them in and out.

i know im doomed when i hear myself squelching. his rhythm is perfect, not too slow and not too fast, just enough for me to completely feel him and fade cloudily. i feel my high coming, my thighs starting to tense and my grip on him tightening. i start to kiss him frantically, till san keeps pushing his fingers faster. i feel like a hot coil, going and going till before i know it, im dripping all over his fingers.

i collapse onto his lap and he slowly drags them out, and i hear him prop them into mouth. i look at him with an accomplished smile on my face, shaking my head.

"you sick fuck, did you just taste me?"

san shrugs with a small smile on his face. "yeah, can you blame me?"

i cant contain myself, i kiss him again. i dont even feel close to done. "let me do something for you now?" i say against his lips.

"mmm mmm," san shakes his head, gently gripping my waist. "i just want you to feel good. do you?"

i nod. "i feel better than ever. but really, you dont want anything?"

he lets out a heavy sigh. "i didnt want to tell you this, but you feeling things makes me...feel things."

oh he just became ten times hotter.

i realize it now, while sitting so close to him, i can feel his massive boner poking me through his pants. i smirk to myself, getting an idea.

"oh no, you have that look on your face again," san mutters, moving my hair back. "what are you thinking?"

"readjust your friend. so i can sit on him."

san goes quiet, but i can feel him pulsing underneath me. its sensation is sending me into fucking heat all over again.

"i dont think we should go too far," he says. "dont get me wrong, i want to. i really do. but i dont think you're feeling hundred percent...after everything."

my smirk drops. i dont want to think of him. not right now. not while i have san's hands all over me. but i guess its not a good look if i do just jump his bones after everything that happened.

he holds my face in his hands and squeezes after i say nothing. "and dont think its because you're not pretty or anything. seriously, i dont know why you would even say that."

i shrug. my black and white state of thinking has never really helped me.

san picks up a pillow up and tosses it against the wall. "come on, lets fall asleep. we can talk again in the morning."

"okay," i mutter. i dont know what else to say. i get off him and and crawl into his bed. san follows after, his hot skin completely blanketing me as he puts his arm over my body and draws me against him.

"are you gonna act like nothing happened tomorrow again?" i ask.

silence.

"no. stop worrying."

his curt words dont register in my brain, because he places a warm kiss on my shoulder. it doesnt take me long to completely drift to sleep.

***

wooyoung

wooyoung knows he fucked up. he knows its all fucked up, he just doesnt know when he's going to tell san about it.

miss A is looking at him with cold eyes, he cant even utter a word because of the fear inside him. seonghwa is sprawled out on a broken couch, horrific burns all over him. hes barely alive, but he had it in him enough to tell everyone about what went down at the warehouse.

"changbin is dead, you know this right?" miss A tells him.

"yes, ma'am," he utters pathetically.

"so you know what you and lucky have to do."

he knows he cant stay a bitch in this gang for long. he knows its going to get real. petty stuff is all wooyoung is used to. extortion, scamming people. when he watched yunho die, a fear he thought was so far away just flashed infront of his eyes. he knew he'd come to be on the other end someday.

"you find that man...and you bring me his hand. or else, i'll have yours."

***

A/N: pls this chapter was a mess im sorry and it took forever to write , the next will be better 😭😭😭😭

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[bunnihearted]

i just hate myself so much because i am a child. the past few days have been too much there is just too much fkn noise it is never quiet not even at night and my neck and throat and head hurts so much bc every time i hear a noise (which is constantly) it feels like a surge of electricity thru me. then my sisters keep making passive aggressive comments abt me. they really look down on me for being 25 and still living at home. i keep feeling like i wanna kill myself but i cant go to my mom bc shes always just said that "thats normal many ppl feel like that u just have to find a way to deal with it". and i wanna scream at her and say whate the fuck is wrong with u i dont need u to fix me i just need u to be like oh ok sweetie lets sit down and watch a movie and have her express worry for me. so i can get thru the moment. but i always just have to suck it up and deal with it on my own. its fine i get it, suicidal ppl are only a bother and annoying i get it. and esp like me when i have these moments so often. i dont wanna bother anyone. and then im alone at night and cant stop crying. and i remember that my old friends who were so fkn mean to me have partners that hold them during the nights. i am ugly. they always used to recoil from me when i wanted a hug as i saw all of them hug eo. i'd never touch someone who didnt want me to so i stopped but it hurt bc why was i so awful to not deserve a hug?? they practically clung to eo but i didnt even get a quick one armed hug. and it's all just too much i hate my body it feels like a prison. its so warm outside and when i try to be brave and wear shorts and a tank top this old guy always sitting by the store always stare at me and i feel his eyes like a poisonous snake up and down my thighs. it makes me wanna run back inside. my body hurts and im sick. im ugly and im weird and im childish. and i get so angry and upset all the time. even if i know ppl care for me and i want to be in their lives i know i'd only bring them down. i dont know. i dont know i just know that it all hurts too much. i just want to be .. someones. but i am ugly. i am mean. im unfair. im weird im quiet. im repulsive. im childish. i dont know anything. i dont know how to talk or communicate or explain. and someone else is pretty. thin. funny. witty. smart. sexy. cool. capable of talking and explaining. i dont want to be hurt. but i feel so stupid for even wishing for smth more when i am so.. wretched. i just have too many thoughts.