#making noises is pretty nice and makes me feel something interesting

[pikachu-deluxe]

learning that if i ever go live by myself (or just with someone i feel comfortable enough with) i Will just start making noises. unsure of what this means for me

[sparklingchim]

yours, but not yours; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3.6k

tropes: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend

rating: 18+

warnings: protected sex, breast play, missionary, fingering, jk bites her once, choking, jelly jk 😋, jelly oc!!, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, oc is mesmerised by his beauty (so real), gentle koo <3, but also rough koo 😠, they fight 😔

summary: pov: you're his, he's yours, but only when it's convenient.

a/n: hi the first version of this actually had a very sweet and gentle ending but then i remembered that i have the power to turn it sad so here we are 😋

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The moment Jungkook steps into your room, an immediate pout appears on his mouth.

“You undressed without me?”

You giggle as he takes in your bare skin, his eyes still hungry despite the big disappointment.

“What was the point of sending me a pic in that lacy black set if I don’t even get to see you in it now?”

“Just needed you to get here quickly.”

Jungkook huffs dramatically, still pouting as he reaches back to pull his hoodie over his head. You watch, thoroughly amused, as he shimmies out of his pants with just a little too much urgency – like he’s trying to prove a point.

“I’m always quick,” he retorts. His gaze catches on the tiny puddle of black lace next to your bed, and he pauses. “Wanna put it on for me again?”

“Next time.” You sit up and drag him closer by the waistband of his boxers. “Just want you to fuck me,” you say, palming his semi through the black material. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes. “Please?”

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, head falling back. Almost mindlessly, his hand covers yours, guiding you to squeeze harder. “Your touch feels amazing.”

Pushing the covers completely off, he spreads your legs apart and settles on top of you. You impatiently pull him down and press your lips against his. They’re soft, addictive, and just what you needed right now.

Today’s been a rough day – endless lectures, assignments pilling up, and deadlines creeping closer. Your brain feels overloaded, your shoulders tight from hours of sitting hunched over your laptop. By the time evening rolls around, all you want is to unwind, to shut off the noise in your head for a while.

And luckily, Taehyung is out, and Jungkook had time for you.

“Haven’t seen you in a bit,” you say, breathless.

“You’ve been the quiet one,” Jungkook counters, his nose trailing a slow, deliberate line down to your neck.

“I’ve just been a bit stressed the past few days.”

“But went out with Eunwoo last night?” he murmurs, his lips brushing softly against your skin with every word. He doesn’t stop planting little kisses on your neck, the question slipping out like an afterthought – except you know better.

“How would you know that?”

Jungkook pulls back just slightly, a smug tilt to his lips, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Your brother is a big yapper.”

“He’s annoying,” you huff.

“Didn’t think you’d let him take you out on a date.”

“You know why,” you say, tilting your head to give him easier access. “Mum likes him, and I don’t feel like explaining that I’m not interested in a boyfriend, or a relationship with anyone, because – oh.” A sharp nip at your skin makes you gasp, and you tug at Jungkook’s hair. “Did you just bite me?”

He soothes the sting with his tongue.

“Too much yapping for a girl who couldn’t wait to have my dick in her pussy.”

“I don’t want any marks.” You push him away from your neck, fingers gripping his jaw just to make a point.

He levels you with a raised brow. “What, so you posh little boy doesn’t see?”

“He’s not a posh little boy.” Your fingers trail over his swollen bottom lip, the moment stretching longer than it should. It’s too easy to get distracted when Jungkook’s pretty face is this close. “He is nice.”

“Nice, huh?”

“Yeah, he took me out for dinner, and then we watched a movie at the cinema.”

“The cinema? You’re right, he isn’t posh at all.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “The cinema was my idea.”

“You’ve been wanting to see Anyone But You, right?”

You only manage to mutter a shaky “yeah” when his fingers dip between your thighs and spread your folds.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.”

“Been thinking about you.” Your back arches off the bed as he slips two fingers inside you. He stretches you out, turning you into putty in his hands.

“Yeah?” Jungkook bites his lip at the sight of you. His eyes are shiny and excited, and you instinctively reach for him and give him a kiss. “Gonna take care of you then.”

You nod quickly, feeling him pressing his fingers even deeper inside of you, and repeatedly stroking your sweet spot. “Make me feel good, please,” you whisper, voice barely holding steady.

You like this with Jungkook – how you never have to ask twice, how he knows you so well, as if he’s spent forever memorising every little reaction. He knows exactly where to touch, where to kiss, how to pull you apart piece by piece.

With his other hand he busies himself with your tits. He fondles and teases, and the sensations send a shiver up your spine, heat pooling deep in your tummy.

“Already so needy for me,” he murmurs, watching you through heavy lashes. “Let go for me, yeah?”

You don’t even need to answer, your body reacts before your mind can catch up, rolling into his touch, chasing the pleasure he’s so effortlessly pulling from you.

Jungkook groans low in his throat, the sound thick with satisfaction as he watches you unravel beneath him. His fingers drive into you with just enough force to make your legs tremble.

“Feel good?” His voice is rough, teasing, but there’s something softer underneath, something warm that only makes your stomach tighten further.

“So good,” you gasp, dragging your nails down his back, pressing them into his skin.

By the time you come down, your body feels boneless, mind hazy, breath unsteady.

It’s just what you needed after today. After all the stress, the overthinking, and the general disaster that was your mood. Now lying here, with Jungkook on top, feeling way too relaxed to move, you realise you should probably spend more time with him. And not just for purely self-indulgent reasons (well, actually, maybe it’s part of it, but can you blame a girl?).

Jungkook rids himself of his boxers and you greedily watch his cock spring up against his tummy. He reaches for your bedside table and fetches a condom from the drawer.

“How do you want me?”

“Just like this,” Jungkook says. He traces the outline of your side, moving slowly down to your hips. “I know your legs are all mushy and trembly.”

You look up at him, trying to muster some sort of comeback, but your mind’s too foggy with him and everything he’s doing to you. “You’re so cocky.”

Jungkook just shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes. “Well, I’m good at what I do.”

He rolls the condom over his cock, and the smug look on his face grows as he watches you struggle to stay composed. He rubs his tip over your pussy and teases your entrance a bit before he slowly pushes his cock into you.

“It’s cute when you can’t even talk back.”

And that’s exactly what annoys you about him. How he always gets his way. How he always gets you like this – weak, pliant, easy to mess with. He enjoys it too much.

Maybe that’s why the next words slip out before you can stop them.

“I heard that you were with Nayeon.” Again.

“Maybe.”

That non-answer makes your stomach twist. You’re not like Jungkook, you can’t pretend it doesn’t interest you – can't pretend not to be nosy. You poke around until you get every detail, and as a result, you know too much. And knowing too much always ends up hurting you.

“Was it more than making out like last time?”

“You wanna talk about me fucking other girls when I’m balls deep inside of you?”

“So you did?”

“What’s it to you?” An annoying grin blooms his face. “Are you jealous?”

“You are,” you counter defensively.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate when he replies, “I am.”

Maybe if his eyes didn’t hold that soft, starry glow, your heart wouldn’t stumble over itself.

Feeling the way you do feels particularly dangerous while he is fucking you missionary.

“You love to annoy me, don’t you?”

“Annoy you?” Jungkook nudges your jaw with his nose. “I’m just answering your questions.”

“Yet you’re purposefully ignoring one,” you huff with a little pout on your lips.

“So what if I told you I did hook up with her?” His hands grip the backs of your thighs, pushing them up as he draws back a little, creating some distance.

“So you did?”

His silver chains dangles from his neck, catching the light. Usually, you would reach up and tug him closer, but right now, you’re too focused on his face and the changes in his demeanour.

“No.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t.”

Your nails trail lightly over the sculpted expanse of his chest. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

Jungkook sighs. “I’d love not to think about someone else when I’m with you.”

You don’t know why your tummy feels all funny at the thought of Jungkook being with another girl. You know it shouldn’t, but it does, and it scares you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you force him closer to you.

“You’re right,” you say quietly, placing a quick peck to his lips. “I’m just too nosy.”

Jungkook smiles against your mouth. “Can’t help it, hm?” he teases. “Get out of your head for me.” His tatted fingers curl around your throat – gentle with a hint of possessiveness just like the next words he whispers. “Let me fuck my girl properly, so all she thinks about is me.”

You barely have time to register the shift before he’s moving, pressing you deeper into the mattress, the weight of him settling between your legs.

“You always think too much,” Jungkook murmurs, his voice a low rasp. His grip on your throat is light but firm, a silent reminder that he’s in control – not that you mind. If anything, it makes your head feel even hazier, your thoughts slipping further away with his touches.

He kisses you again, hungrier this time, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his hips rock against yours. The friction pulls a gasp from your throat, but he swallows it whole.

“Jungkook,” you exhale, fingers digging into his back.

It’s overwhelming – the way he fills every sense, the way your bodies move together, the heat of his skin against yours. He’s everywhere.

He lets go of your throat and grips your thigh, hooking it over his hip to pull you impossibly closer. You don’t try to hold back the moan when you feel him so deep inside of you. Jungkook groans low in his throat, fingers pressing into your thigh as his pace turns rougher, more desperate.

“Still thinking about it?” he taunts.

You shake your head, but it’s not enough. He doesn’t want words. Jungkook wants to see it, feel it. Wants to pull every thought from your mind until there’s nothing left but him.

“Good,” he whispers, his movement relentless. “Because I don’t want you thinking about anyone else.”

As if you could.

Every roll of his hips sends heat pooling in your stomach, tightening, winding, until you’re clinging to him, chasing the friction, desperate for more.

His hand slides to your jaw, tilting your head so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. “Look at you,” he says, eye half-lidded, but still holding tenderness. “You don’t even realise how good you feel, do you?”

You can’t answer. Can’t think.

His grip tightens as he drives into you again, harder this time, dragging a broken sound from you. The moment he finds it – the spot that makes your whole body tense – your fingers tug at his hair. He groans at the pull, his pace quickening, dragging you closer to the brink with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he mutters. One hand slides between you, fingers working in sync with his movements, and it’s too much. “Go on,” he encourages, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “Let me feel you.”

The pleasure crashes over you in waves. Jungkook’s name slips from your lips in a weak plea as your thighs lock around his hips, your eyes squeezing shut. Overwhelming heat rushes through you, making it impossible to form any coherent thoughts.

Jungkook moans at the way you react, eyes hungry as he watches and feels every second of it. He doesn’t let up, though his thrusts are gentler now to ease you through the aftershocks.

When the haze of pleasure begins to clear, you open your eyes.

In the dim light, with his damp hair sticking to his forehead and his pouty lips kiss-swollen, he looks so pretty. His cheeks are flushed in a pretty pink colour, his lashes dark against his skin, and the warmth in his gaze sends a flutter through your chest.

You imagine he looks at you like you’re something to be admired, like he can’t believe you’re really beneath him, glowing in the aftermath of what he just did to you.

“What?” he asks, voice teasing but soft as he stops his movements. Jungkook tilts his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You stay quiet. Heat creeps up your neck.

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” His boyish smile widens, knowing, amused. “You’re kinda staring.” His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. “You’re all shy now? After that?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, pressing your hands against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. No, he leans in even closer, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh no, this is cute,” he muses, fingers tracing the heated skin of your cheek. “You weren’t shy a second ago. What happened, baby?”

You huff, turning your face into his shoulder, and he laughs – a soft, low chuckle that sends warmth spreading through your chest.

“C’mere,” he whispers, tilting your chin back toward him again. His eyes are still twinkling with amusement, but there’s something undeniably fond beneath it. He presses a quick peck to your forehead. “You’re cute when you get all shy on me.”

And then, just as your heart starts to settle, his smirk turns downright wicked.

“Maybe I should make you do that again.”

Before you can protest, he rolls his hips into yours, and in an instant, your thoughts scatter, your embarrassment replaced by something much, much stronger.

Your breath catches as a fresh wave of pleasure sparks through your already sensitive body. Jungkook feels it – the way you jolt beneath him, the way your fingers clutch at his biceps like you don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.

“It’s too much,” you whimper.

“You can take it,” he breathes, dark eyes flickering over your face, drinking in every reaction. “One more for me, yeah?”

The pleasure builds impossibly fast, your oversensitive body teetering on the edge before you even realise it. The tension snaps, each second stretching out in a blur of raw need.

“Fuck, baby. That’s a good girl.”

You’re clenching around his cock, making it impossible for him to think about anything else than wanting to cum too.

“Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

His voice is strained, breaths coming in uneven gasps as he loses himself completely. His brows knit together, lips parted just enough for a shaky exhale to escape.

A deep warmth paints his cheeks. His chest rises and falls in staggered motions as pleasure overtakes him.

Jungkook stills, the muscles on his tummy tightening before finally giving in, his jaw going slack as he releases with a broken sigh. It’s overwhelming, watching him like this, so unguarded and undone.

Jungkook doesn’t pull away immediately. Instead, his arms tighten around you. His lips graze your shoulder absentmindedly, not quite a kiss, just a lingering touch before he exhales deeply.

Eventually, he shifts, adjusting the blankets around you both, making sure you’re covered before settling back against the pillows. His hand finds your waist, fingers drawing slow, lazy circles against your skin.

It’s comfortable, familiar in a way neither of you ever talk about.

You let yourself sink into the warmth of him, lulled by the quiet, until the sharp vibration of your phone cuts through the air.

You don’t move at first, too caught up in the moment, but the Taehyung crosses your mind.

Suddenly, the worst-case scenario unfolds in your head – what if it’s him? What if you just ignored a text saying, hey, home in ten, have you had dinner yet? Because it that’s the case, you’re royally fucked.

Reluctantly, you pick up your phone.

It’s not Taehyung, thank God. If your calculations are correct, then he should be out for another hour or two.

Eunwoo sent you a rotten tomato review of a movie you two watched together

Eunwoo

this review lowkey ruined it for me

You

how dare u say that

ruined our date??

that's rude

Eunwoo

i guess we have to go on another date then

go see a better movie

You giggle at his text. He’s smooth, and he knows it – and he knows that you know, and you kinda hate him for that.

The sheets rustle behind you.

“So, you’re going on another date with him?”

When you look over your shoulder, you see Jungkook’s doe eyes locked on your phone screen.

You realise you might have spent too much time with Jungkook lately – your noisiness is starting to rub off on him.

“It’s not nice to spy on people like that,” you tease, laughing as you put your phone down. But your smile falters when he doesn’t return it. His expression remains unreadable, and the shift in his mood is almost palpable. “What?”

Jungkook tilts is head slightly. “Does he know you’re texting him while you’re naked in bed with me?”

You roll your eyes at his petty remark. “It’s not that serious with him.”

One of his brows lifts, scepticism written all over his face. You’re not sure what’s gotten into him – why he suddenly seems so off – but you don’t like it. Hoping to ease whatever tension he’s feeling, you run your fingers through his messy hair, letting the soft strands slip between your fingertips.

He softens under your touch, but there’s still something lingering in his gaze.

“Does he know that?”

Your fingers still. “I hope he does.”

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of the weight of his stare. He’s not looking at you the way he usually does – cocky, amused, ready with a silly remark.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, fingers still resting against his scalp. “Why are you acting like this?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His hand slides across your bare thigh, fingertips pressing into your skin like he’s grounding himself. Then, with a shrug, he says. “Just wondering if you’re as casual about this as you say you are.”

Your stomach twists. “I am.”

If it weren’t for you mum constantly pushing you to date someone like Eunwoo, you never would’ve considered it. You’re only going along with it to keep her happy, even though, to be honest, you do have fun with him

His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, and you can tell he doesn’t fully believe you.

“You sure?”

His eyes flick down to your arm that’s resting at his side, your fingers still tangled in his hair, like you’re unconsciously trying to soothe him. You realise it at the same time he does and pull your hand back.

You sit up a little, shifting on the bed, irritation flickering to life. “What’s your deal, Jungkook? We just fuck, remember? That’s, like, the only way we work.”

“Right,” he says, voice flat. “Because of your commitment issues.”

Your spine stiffens. “Oh, please.”

“I’m just saying,” he continues, voice smooth, calculated. “You keep shit casual because it’s easy. You don’t have to think too hard about who you’re hurting.”

You scoff. “And you do?”

“I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re being dramatic. We’re not exclusive.”

“We’re not,” he says. “I just don’t wanna keep wondering how many dudes you’ve fucked until you text me again to come over.”

Your breath catches, caught off guard by his honesty.

He watches you carefully, fingers drumming against your hip.

“You wanna fuck around, do it. But I’m not waiting around for you to decide when I’m worth full of your attention.”

The words sink into your skin, and for some reason, they sting. But you refuse to show it.

“Funny, because you made out with Nayeon last week.”

Jungkook doesn’t even flinch. He just rolls his eyes. The most casual reaction to something that makes your pulse quicken with jealousy.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” he asks.

Jungkook gathers his clothes from the floor. You watch him get ready to leave.

"I've got better shit to do than this."

“You’re being ridiculous,” you say, voice sharper than you intended.

Jungkook just hums, like he’s already said everything he needed to. But you see the way his jaw ticks, the way his shoulders are just a little tenser than usual, the flicker of discomfort that crosses his face before he covers it with indifference.

Still, he doesn’t look at you when he speaks. “You should probably text him back,” he says casually, pulling his hoodie over his head. “Wouldn’t wanna keep him waiting.”

Your jaw clenches.

There’s a part of you that wants to snap back, to throw something at him that would make him feel as frustrated as you do. But instead, you just sit there, gripping the sheets covering your body, watching as he slides his phone into his pocket like he’s in no rush to leave – but in no rush to stay, either.

Jungkook exhales, like he’s debating whether to say more, and finally spares you a glance.

The silence between you is thick, suffocating, pressing against your ribs.

And for once, you don’t know how to handle it.

Your fingers twitch against the sheets, but you don’t reach for him. You don’t ask him to stay. You don’t say anything at all.

Jungkook studies you for another moment before finally turning towards the door.

He doesn’t slam it when he leaves. He closes it gently behind him.

And for some reason, that makes it worse.

[ddlydevotion]

THE MAN NEXT DOOR

Being the object of Remmick’s desires…

currently listening to: Man Next Door by Massive Attack

a/n: I deleted the last fic I wrote for him since I wasn’t too happy with it but I decided to give it another shot. Also, I’m not a Sinners blog so I won’t write for Remmick all of the time 💌. Also, these are headcanons!!

When it came time for Remmick to finally turn you, make you his for eternity, he cradled you as if you were a fragile lamb. He didn't hide the fact that the process would hurt, but he wanted to diminish the pain as much as he could. He swayed you back & forth in his arms, cooing at you and whispering words of reassurance, rubbing your back with a large hand. y'a did good, sweetheart. real good. It's over now his buttery voice whispered to your aching form.

It didn't take all that long for you to find out what Remmick truly was. He was your neighbor, he lived further down the dirt road but close enough that you'd still be considered neighbors of some kind. It was the coldest night of September when he first knocked on your door under the guise of just wanted to introduce myself! It'd be rude for me to live so close and for us to be strangers. It was a sweet sentiment, yet you couldn't help but notice the fact that your all-too-nice neighbor only ever came around when the moon decided to take over for the night.

now, why do you only ever come around when it's night out? Does work have you out all day? your smoky voice questioned him. Let's just say you got your answer by the end of the night.

Remmick put in the work to get to know you before he revealed his true intentions, I mean, you knew he was interested in you because of how obvious he made it, but you surely didn't know that his skin burned when he walked underneath the sunlight. He listened to every little thing that you told him and hung onto it, storing it for future reference. Anytime that you opened up to him about past trauma, familial issues, work stress, or life in general, he'd react as if he was the one being negatively affected.

Y'know those videos where people are poking fun at attentive listeners for their facial expressions? They're talking about Remmick.

At times you'd feel as if he was the only person who truly understood you. Who you were, who you wanted to be, what you wanted, why you wanted certain things. Something deep inside of his rotten soul wanted it to be that way. He not only wanted to convince you that he was the only one who understood you, but he wanted you to believe it.

The amount of eye contact this man makes is insane. He'll give you the most heartfelt compliment and keep direct eye contact with you the entire time. He wants to make sure that you heard him and are registering his words.

Well, aren't you pretty? You are, why are ya lookin' at me like ya don't believe me? Oh, c'mon, look at me. You can't get all shy now, it's too late for that.

you're a whole lotta woman, ain't ya, darlin'?

(nsfw) Remmick drools like a damn hound when he finally gets his hands on you. His crimson red eyes focus on the sight of your flushed pussy making a creamy mess on his fingers, the noises of your sensitive center sucking his fingers back in makes him groan and let out a guttural fuck look at you, baby. His strong, unforgiving hands grip your thighs, wrapping your quivering legs around his waist. The feeling of his bulbous tip teasing your aching clit makes you keen, a strong hand grabs your cheek, look at me, sweetheart, he orders. yeah, just like that, want'chu to look at me when you cum.

we already know this man was stalking you like it was his damn job before he stepped foot on your porch. Thanks to his invasive habit, he knew incredibly intimate details about you before he even uttered a word to you. He knew what you wore to bed, how you touched yourself to fall asleep easier (just me? okay so y'all hate me.), he's become familiar with the friends you have come around, the music you put on before cooking dinner/cleaning, he picks up on which dresses of yours are your favorite.

He knows far more about you than the so called "friends" he sees you bring around & hears you speak to over the phone.

When the two of you were just getting to know each other, he decided to do his usual nightly visit to your house. Unbeknownst to him, you'd just started your period that exact night. You were left curious and a bit upset when he scrambled out of the front door while hurriedly saying oh I just gotta go, sweetheart. I forgot to do somethin' back home. It didn't take long before you finally found out why he left in such a hurry that night.

[yougavememyopia]

Can we pls get more of masochist yandere I love him so much!!

For you anon <3

Tags: PT.1, dirty talk, he's trying so hard to seduce you, bunny costume, "miss/mistress," 18+

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“Hey roomie~ I wanna show you this new thing I bought. I hope you'll like it!” You groaned at the sound of the cheery high-pitched voice, hating how sweet his voice sounded. You could practically hear him jumping from excitement. His foot lightly tapping the ground in impatience. "I wore it all for you, y'know? It'd be rude if you didn't look."

You hummed, unamused. "Don't tell me it's another one of those shirts that says 'I belong to her' or whatever. Those were fucking childish."

Scrolling through your phone, you didn't bother making eye contact. A part of you enjoying the exaggerated whine coming from him. "First of all, mean! Second, it's nothing like that. It's totally different. Come on, come on. Look at me! Please. Pretty please?"

A tired sigh unintentionally escaped your lips. All he ever caused was annoyance and a headache. You finally took one glance at him before going back to your device. Pausing for a second to register what you saw. Your eyes traveling back to his figure, scanning him up and down from his bare thighs to his exposed collarbone. He was wearing black over-the-knee socks, with a bunny costume tightly hugging his torso. Accessorized with detachable white cuffs and collar with a set of fluffy ears and tail to complete the look.

“Ta-da~ Don't I just look so cute? Hm?” He brought his hands to his cheeks and posed for you, one of his legs lifted in the air behind him.

"W-what the hell?!" The words left in a mumble. An unexplainable feeling stopping you from looking away. "I should've predicted that you were gonna do something like this."

He had recently convinced you to let him move in with you. Surprising you by breaking into your house with a smile and a prepared meal on the table. Proving his commitment by coming day after day until you gave in. The long romantic dates, the humiliating begging by your feet— all finally worth it when you helped him unpack his boxes.

You finally managed to turn your head. Trying to find something interesting on your phone to distract you from what you saw.

"Awe, come on! Why'd ya look away? It's good material and I got it at a good price! Don't tell me you don't like it..." His words weren't a way to guilt-trip you, but instead an accusation. As if he knew, without a doubt, that it was something you liked.

Realization settled in. "Have you been going through my phone, you fucking creep?"

"Mhm, you know I have. There I was, on my nightly visit to your bedroom, when I saw that someone forgot to close their incognito tabs. It was a real treat~" He giggled evilly, the teasing grin on his face growing as your eyes widened. In a chilling whisper, he said, "I know how filthy your thoughts are. There's nothing you can hide from me." His hands rested on the couch armrest while he leaned down to kiss your cheek. Making a 'mwah' noise before pulling away.

You involuntarily gulped. An embarrassed warmth flushing your cheeks and some place else. "That is a huge invasion of privacy, you asshole! Shit. How did you even managed to guess my password— no, what the fuck do you do during your nightly visits?!"

"ANYWAY, we never take anything further than kissing... And I'm tired of jerking off. So I thought this will help our relationship. I mean, seriously, don't I look fuckable?" He turned around to show you a view of his backside. Harshly slapping his barely-covered bum. "I would fuck me."

"I have a lot more self control than you think. We won't do anything of the sorts. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, needs more time. I don't fucking know how to love an annoying shit like you."

"But don't you want to have a good time? Again, with your tenseness... You need to relax. Making out is really nice and all, but it causes a problem down there... y'know?" He gave you a sly grin. It made you recall the times you caught him with your panties stuffed in his face. "I hope you didn't forget you're the one responsible, so for once, take care of it! It's all your fault."

He plopped down on the couch with crossed arms, the force of his anger bouncing the cushions slightly. A pout on his lips and a playful glare in his eyes. He circled his arms around your shoulders. Giving you a hug from the side and starting his whining. "I'm impatient, roomie~ Dammit, please! Please, please, please! I feel like I'm gonna EXPLODE soon. Augh!!"

"..." You refused to even look at him. Afraid of the flutter in your heart growing.

He continued, taking advantage of your silence to persuade you. "Don't you wonder what I sound like in bed? Don't wanna know how I'd moan your name?" He leaned in way closer. Your body stiffening at the breath fanning your face. A shiver sent right down your spine when he moaned in your ear. "Oh please, miss, please fuck me faster~ Ah~!"

You couldn't look at him, quietly mumbling a curse in defeat. Hands clutching your pants. Hoping he didn't hear how your voice shook. The truth was, you didn't want to deny him any longer, conflicted with how soft you were becoming to him. A part of you wanting to just throw him over and ride him, yet another, more sadistic part wanting to make him cry frustrated tears and beg you to just let him hump your leg. Ultimately, you were unable to stop the dirty scenarios flooding your head. The feeling of arousal growing longer by the minute when his lustful eyes met yours.

You mustered up your strength, "no."

"N-no?" His eyes widened in shock. He thought he had you convinced with his amazing performance.

"No."

You pushed him off of you. Immediately going on your phone. He exhaled a loud huff and leaned back against the couch, arms hugging himself instead. Blankness crossing his features. Why were you so difficult?

A few seconds of silence was shared until he got a new, brilliant idea.

He cleared his throat. Adjusting his fake bow and pushing a random object off the coffee table. "Oops! Better get that~"

He bent down in front of you, in a way that his round buttocks rubbed against your lap. Another way to evoke you.

"Answer's fucking no. Horny bitch." You kicked him away and he gasped in surprise. Dramatically humphing. Slowly losing his cool.

He stood up straight and stomped his feet to the ground. The sexy bunny outfit not making this situation any easier. He came off as adorable, rather than threatening.

"You aren't impressed by my big ass? I worked hard on it, y'know. Don't you just want to hit it? Punish me for dressing so naughty? I won't stop until you put me in my place. There are sooo many other outfits I can try on. So just spank me already! I won't give up. If this doesn't work, I'll just try again and again and a— Who are you texting? I swear I'll find them and kill them! You're supposed to pay attention to ME!"

His hands formed fists when you didn't respond. Fuck, he was getting tired of this. An exhausted moan left his mouth. He fell to his knees in front of you, burying his face in between your thighs. Soft cheek nuzzling up against your leg. "Please. Just head pats. At least praise me, call me your bunny. I'll be satisfied with that..."

Finally, you put your phone away. A surge of satisfaction in your chest at how you made him docile only by ignoring him. Your fingers grazed the tip of the fluffy fake ear. Pathetic eyes looked up to observe your movements. Silently asking for more affection.

"Good pet." You praised. Your hand lightly scratching the back of his head. "That's so much better. You were gonna give me a fucking headache with all that whining."

"Ahh, it hurts." He looked so pitiful as he whimpered.

"What hurts, bun?"

A lazy smirk formed on his face. "My pants... they feel so tight~"

You rolled your eyes, You felt a bit dumb for thinking he was actually going to be satisfied with mere praise. Your grip became harsh, fingers tugging the strands of his hair up. He moaned— his eyes closed in pleasure while his bulge twitched against your leg.

"M-mistress, please..." He begged as your spit landed on his lips. He licked the liquid slowly, not breaking the eye contact. Groaning at the humiliating act. "Don't you wanna let me use my skillful tongue on you? Please just sit on my face. I want to taste you, so so so bad!"

"Licking my panties isn't enough for you anymore? Huh? Did you get bored of them that fast? Pity." You teased, pulling one last time before letting go of his head.

He winced. Fixing his hair, and soothing it with pets. "Miss, you treat your poor bunny so harshly. Not that I don't like it. Can I... tell you a secret? I'm wearing a pair of your underwear right now~"

"Ugh, you fucking disgust me." Your insult only caused him to greedily grind his hardness to your leg faster. He loved the look on your face. "Shit. Stop moving your hips!"

"Mmh, but I want relief, miss. I need it."

A harsh slap rang through the room. He gulped. His movements immediately stopping to obey you. "You'll get relief when I fucking give you permission. Understand that, dumb rabbit?"

"Finally— I mean, yes, mistress. Anything you say!" An endearing smile reached his eyes. "You have no idea how long I waited for this~"

You, too, felt excited. Thoughts swimming through your head about how you'll proceed with this. His fingers spread out to form a V, his tongue flicking up and down between them, giving you an idea of what you wanted to do. Thighs clenching together as you imagined it in your head. "Maybe we'll finally see whether you were lying about your skills, hm?"

[snoopychris]

nerd!matt loves your lipstick stains

there was something so relaxing about being with matt. it was so comforting. you smile to yourself as you’re scrolling through your phone, watching matt every so often as he rubs your leg gently. a certain video that shows up on your feed takes you by surprise, turning your phone off quickly. your curiosity gets the better of you, looking over at the boy beside you, his glasses discarded on your bedside table as he flipped through the pages of his calculus textbook.

“you ever watch porn?” it’s a blunt question, but one you were kind of curious to know the answer to. matt lets out a quiet chuckle as he closes the book, shaking his head as if you had asked him if 2+2 equaled 4.

“sweetie… be serious for a moment. you were like actually my first kiss obviously i’ve watched porn before… why do you ask? little freak.” matt jokes, grabbing his glasses and placing them on his nose. you chuckle as move the textbook away, allowing you to sit up on his lap as you push hair away from his forehead.

“i think you’re freakier than i’ll ever be and so your words have no effect on me.” you whisper, gently pressing a kiss to his lips. he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling away for a moment to bury his face in the crook of your neck. the place the felt the most like home to him.

“my words have an extreme effect on you.” he mumbles, sighing contently as you press a long kiss on his cheek. he frowns when he feels one of your thumbs replace your lips, furrowing his brows. “hey no what are y’doin? keep kissing me don’t stop!” he whines quietly, blue eyes staring into yours. a quiet oh leaves his mouth when he sees the lipstick stain on your thumb and around your mouth, all signs pointing to it being on his cheek too.

“that’s um... pigmented.” he jokes, cheeks growing more and more red with each passing moment, more vibrant than the lipstick stain that was so visibly present. “can i get back to my homework now? those triple integrals were getting so interesting and i really should st-“

“you’re hard as a rock and you want… to study?” matt shrugs at your words, halting any movement as you gently kiss your way down his body. you make sure that each lipstick mark you leave on his skin is prominent enough to see, going as far to even reapply your lipstick when you get to the area surrounding his thighs. you kiss the tip of his bulge gently, the red tint being barely visible on the white cotton of his boxers. a breath that was stuck in the depths of matt’s throat finds its way out, one of his hands flying to your hair while the other grips his bedsheets.

it doesn’t take long for matt to crumble. within a few minutes, his glasses are covered in the fog that came from his own sweat and his hair is sticking to all parts of his face. he looks like he’s straight out of the video that had popped up on your phone. the same video that started this whole thing. your noises are only becoming louder and more audible as time goes on, the silent gagging and moans being a music to matt’s ears. his textbook was long discarded by now, matt having knocked it onto the floor earlier. matt smiles when you pull off of him to get some air, smirking when he sees the lipstick stains that cover the lower half of your face. he wants to call you pretty, but he’s unable to with how fast you put your mouth back on him.

“please… mph fuck fuck! fuck please please oh my-“ as matt’s breaths started getting louder and louder, your movements continued to grow faster. your lipstick was smudged all over his length from tip to base, the bright red a nice contrast to the pink in his cheeks. the self-restraint that he was trying so hard to keep flies out the window when you hollow your lips, causing a loud groan to leave his lips as he thrusts further up into your mouth, spurts of his release hitting the back of your throat. youre doing your best to assist him in riding out the orgasm when a few droplets of his cum join the lipstick in decorating the bottom half of your face, making matt chuckle slightly. he throws his head back in ecstasy, eyelashes batting up at the ceiling as he reaches for your hand as a form of support.

you grab onto him gently, positioning yourself next to him once more after wiping your lips clean on an old tshirt of matt’s that was on the edge of his bed. he smiles widely as he pulls you close, tracing circles on the small of your back before beginning to speak. “i think that was better than any porn i’ve watched.”

a/n: nerd!matt in april of 2025 this is insane.

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[iamthatonefangirl]

it's @nevereclipse (anon cause sideblog)

but Bucky Barnes and dumbification? w a hint of degredation?

dumbification - nsfw bucky barnes

I like the way you think bae…

~~~

the noise of the TV is long forgotten, just white noise you no longer have any interest in. he's got you trapped under his body weight, pinning you to the couch, ready to have his way with you, captivating every ounce of your attention.

your limbs are sprawled everywhere. an arm draped over the armrest behind your head, a hand on his shoulder, a leg falling off the side of the couch. it's all you can do to hold on and look into his beautiful blue eyes as they stare down at you greedily.

he's already shed you of all your clothing, hating the barrier between you. all the while he's still hiding his beautiful body from you with his damn henley and those yummy grey sweatpants...

“daddy, please,” you whine stupidly as he rubs his thumb over your clit. it’s so good, but it’s not enough. you need him.

“please what, baby? tell me what you want,” he mocks.

“need you…” you say. you sound absolutely wrecked and ridiculous begging for him like this, but you can’t help it. your brain and body are all malfunctioning, craving that stinging feeling of him stretching you open.

“you’re just my dumb little girl, who needs something to cum on, don’t you, baby?”

you just groan, trying to nod your head yes in response.

“say it, babydoll,” he orders.

“need something to cum on…” you whine, trying to roll your hips up against his hand for more, whatever you can get from him as long he plans to keep teasing you like this.

he chuckles.

"my pretty little doll, all for me. I know what you need... so stop crying and wait until I give it to you," he says, voice turning colder, pinching your clit and making you wail.

"come on, quiet down. you don't know what you need. your little brain is too stupid for that. do as daddy says."

your whines quiet down, and you can't help but sniffle a little bit. you can't help it...

"wow, is my doll gonna cry? you know your tears won't work on me," he mocks, removing his hand from between your legs entirely. you can't stop it when a tear falls from your eye, so you shut them tight, trying not to disappoint him.

"aww, sweetie," he says, wiping the tear from your face, "look at daddy."

another sniffle. you open your eyes.

he pets your hair with one hand and brushes your tears away with another.

"of course your tears work on me. you know I hate to see my doll cry," he says sweetly. "I think you've been good enough, I'm gonna fuck you open nice and sweet now."

you try to speak, but your words come out as a mumble.

"speak up, sweetie," he prompts, "try really hard for daddy."

"wanna be more than just good enough," you whisper, finally audible. he chuckles once more.

"oh doll, you know you're so much more than just good enough. you're my favorite little toy, my pretty doll. you know that, don't you, sweetie?"

you nod.

"so don't worry, sweetheart. just let me do all your thinking from now on."

you hear the shuffling of fabric, and don't put two and two together until you feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down, teasing you from your clit to your weeping hole.

you begin to squirm, your limbs feeling like lead as you try to move, until his hands touch your skin and stop you.

"shh, babydoll..." he soothes, and you finally feel him pushing in, and there is that beautiful sting you've been waiting for.

he moves so slowly, running his hands up and down your sides as he takes his time stretching you out, oh so perfectly.

"there we go, is that better?" he taunts when he's fully sheathed inside of you, bringing a hand to your face. you look all fucked out and desperate, just the way he wants.

his fingers return to your clit, but he makes no indication that he's going to move anytime soon.

"gave you exactly what you needed, babydoll, just something to cum on."

you want to protest. you want him to fuck you, he said he was going to, please–

"you're gonna give me as many as I want, just like this, and then maybe I'll think about fucking you.”

~~~

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[notyourjaem]

5% tint ☆ c. yeonjun

☆ PAIRING: sugardaddy!yeonjun x collegestudent!reader (f)

☆ GENRE: smut (18+ readers only! dont make me block you)

☆ SUMMARY: you didn't think that doing well on an exam would mean that you would be fucked in the front seat of a porsche; good thing your sugar daddy has 5% tint.

☆ WORD COUNT: 1.2K

☆ WARNINGS: gendered terms are used (girl), semi public sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, lots of praise from yeonjun, yeonjun drives a porsche (I think its a valid warning), yeonjun is wearing rings, making out, creampie kink perhaps?, dirty talk, obviously car sex!! lmk if i forgot anything its almost 1am and im an old lady.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: so heres part of the concept that I literally could not stop yapping about if I tried. combining my interests here: a hot man taking care of me and a porsche of my dreams. I am actually considering making this a series, with a backstory and everythingg so lmk your thots :)

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walking to the front of your lecture hall, you collected the results from your latest exam. After finding your name in the pile of papers, you could barely contain your excitement when you saw the boldly printed 100% on the front.

Yeonjun would be so happy.

You quickly walked back to collect your things, before pulling out your phone to text him since he was picking you up from class.

you: going to be walking out in a few. I have good results!!

yeonjun: ahh my smart girl. I'm waiting for you out front.

Soon after you walked out through the double doors of the building that you were in, spotting Yeonjun’s gray Porsche parked up front.

Yeonjun had a pretty dark window tint, so you couldn’t see inside that well. You opened the door, and slid into the passenger seat; Yeonjun beaming.

“There’s my girl.” He had the biggest smile on his face. “Look at you, dressed all cute.” He was referencing your plaid skirt and big crewneck sweatshirt that was actually his.

“Did you just come from the office or something?” You asked him, leaning in to kiss him. “You look so nice.” You smoothed your hand over his button down dress shirt, making him smirk.

“Now let me see this test, huh?”

“Okay.” You quickly dug the scantron out of your folder that you had. Handing it over to Yeonjun, leaning over his center console as he examined it.

He was smirking.

“Yeah, one hundred percent.” You spoke with a huge smile on your face.

“Ah, see I knew you’d do well.” Yeonjun put his hand onto your jaw to kiss you.

You hummed against his mouth, pulling him closer by his shirt. “I missed you last night, daddy.” You kissed him again.

Yeonjun smirked against your lips before pulling away slightly. “Yeah? You know I want you to focus on your school too.”

“I know, but sometimes it’s easier to study when I’m sitting on your lap. You know?” You reached down to feel Yeonjun’s cock, which to your surprise was half erect.

“With my cock inside of you? Princess, you know you can’t focus.”

You remembered the time you swore that you would sit still and study on Yeonjun’s lap while he worked. You didn’t last five minutes before you were fucking yourself on his cock.

You pouted as Yeonjun moved to kiss you towards your neck. “But I’m such a good girl for you, Daddy.”

Yeonjun practically choked back a moan; if his cock wasn’t hard before, it definitely was now. “And I always reward you, don’t I?”

He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, then went to unbuckle his belt to lower his pants. You let out an audible noise when he finally lowered his underwear, leaky, pretty cock out on full display.

“Go ahead and sit on it, pretty girl.” Yeonjun spoke, shuddering slightly when he swiped the tip with his thumb.

You felt a sudden tinge of shyness when you took off your shoes. Yeonjun could practically read your mind.

“The tints are too dark; no one can see you.”

“Okay, help me.” You answered, slightly laughing at the fact that you were going to climb over the console of a car that cost as much as your parents' house.

“I got you.” Yeonjun held onto you. Before you sat down on him, he pulled the fabric of your underwear out of the way.

“Oh my- fuck, you’re so wet.” Yeonjun gasped. “I’ll slip right fucking in.”

You lowered yourself onto him, and it was painfully slow; making you feel every inch of his cock.

Yeonjun was seconds away from ruining his leather with his fingernails with the way that he was gripping onto the passenger seat.

“Daddy…your cock. Fuck.” You sighed, dropping your head into his neck; taking a breath of his sweet cologne. He was fully inside of you, nuzzled up into that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Yeah, baby I know.” His hands were roaming your thighs and ass. Your underwear was cutting into you, but you couldn’t care less.

You slowly started to grind onto him, trying to find a rhythm in the limited space that you had. Yeonjun looked ahead, subtly watching if anyone walked by his car.

“You look so pretty, you know.” He spoke into your ear. “My dick inside of you in the front seat of my Porsche.” He suddenly gripped onto your hips, fucking you onto his cock.

“You’re my good girl, you know that?”

You couldn’t even answer, just let out a whimper of a moan.

“Repeat it back to me, baby.” His grip was so tight you thought his rings were going to make marks in your skin.

“I’m your…good girl.” You nearly choked on your words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Yeonjun could already tell by the way that you were clenching around him, and he probably wasn’t going to last much longer himself.

Yeonjun turned your face to look at him in one quick movement. “Yeah? I’m so fucking deep in you aren’t I?” His voice was low; you knew what he was doing.

The sounds of your cunt were obscene; Yeonjun loved every second of it. He studied your face as he angled your hips differently, cockhead hitting so deep that your jaw fell slack.

You’ve never looked so pretty to him. Honors student studying biology. Probably going to end up being a doctor. He knew you’d be decorated in cords at your graduation. But now, he was hitting so deep you couldn’t form a coherent sentence if you tried.

Letting out a rather loud whine when your orgasm finally hit you, Yeonjun kissed you, shushing you. After all, his car only had a tint; not soundproofing.

“Cum in me. Please, daddy.” You were nearly delirious, whimpering expletives. Yeonjun knew you were actually being serious, because you always begged him to. “That’s my reward, right?”

And how could he say no? Not when you were whining, begging as you pulled on his necklace to kiss him.

“You can take it all?” He asked. Stupid question. You always could, even if he had to fuck it back into you.

You eagerly nodded, lips jutting out to a pout before you kissed him again.

“God you drive me fucking insane.” Yeonjun’s last words before letting go of his orgasm that he was trying to hang onto. “You feel so fucking good.”

The fact that he was probably making a mess out of his seat was sent to the back of his mind. He’d deal with that later, because the moan that you let out made it all worth it.

“Fuck.” He was panting. “You have to be quiet.” Grinding his hips with yours; his cock was still inside of you making you slightly wince at how messy everything felt.

“Shit.” You muttered, looking down at where the two of your bodies connected.

“Yeah, I made a fuckin mess.” Yeonjun jokes, his hands roaming your thighs. “We should probably go back to my place….” His voice trailed off like it was a question.

“Hmm?” You were confused. “I thought you texted me earlier that you wanted to go to the Prada store, no?”

“Yes…” Yeonjun bit down on his bottom lip, smirking. “But I don’t think I'm finished with you yet.”

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[fastandcarlos]

Friends With Benefits : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: you're so used to playing your games with lando, but when a chance at loves come your way, are you both ready to call it quits?

Your hands rested over your face as you rolled off of Lando, laying beside him, staring up at the ceiling of his plush apartment. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the wide smile on his face, his chest heaving as he tried his best to catch his breath again. 

You reached across and took your phone, scrolling through what you had missed. Your notifications were pretty empty with the exception of one, groaning as you read through the message of a new contact you’d added, feeling guilt smack you in the face. 

The noise you made had Lando glancing across at you, eyes studying you closely. You didn’t look happy after sleeping with him like you usually did, instead, you almost looked as if you were regretting it. 

“Everything good?” Lando asked you, turning to lay on his side, smiling weakly across at you. 

“Yeah, I’m all good,” you replied, your voice faltering. You turned your phone off, promising to make sure that you replied later on, tossing it onto the nightstand beside you. 

As you and Lando laid in silence, your mind was still racing a thousand miles. You couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that you had, having recently found yourself striking up a close friendship, or so you thought, with someone new, you weren’t sure if Lando was still the one for you anymore. 

After a few minutes, you turned onto your side so that you were facing Lando too, tucking your hand underneath your pillow as Lando’s eyes landed on you too.  

“How long do you see this being your future? Before you settle down?” 

Lando’s shoulders shrugged in reply to you. “I’ve never really thought about it, I don’t exactly see myself settling down anytime soon. I’m just enjoying having fun. You?” 

“I mean, it would be nice to settle down at some point.” 

Lando’s lips pursed together, slightly taken aback by your response. He was sure that you enjoyed spending time with him as much as he did you, but now he wasn’t so sure. 

“What are you trying to say?” 

It had always meant nothing with Lando, and that was the way that you liked it. But now someone else had shown interest, someone who had the potential to be a bit more serious, you needed to weigh up which direction you wanted to take yourself in. 

“Is there someone who makes you want to settle down?” 

“Why’d you ask Lan?” 

“Because you’re different,” he noted, “you wouldn’t usually ask me something like this.” 

Your smile was weak, you were supposed to be happy but with the way that Lando looked at you, you couldn’t be enthusiastic. You were sure you’d shut things down with Lando with ease, but his eyes stared at you with sadness, almost making you feel guilty. 

“I’d never make you do this if you didn’t want to.” 

“I’ve always wanted to do this Lando,” you assured him, “why else do you still think I come every time that you call? I don’t know what it is that I want, I enjoy this, whatever this is but at the same time there’s a guy that I met. We only met a couple of weeks ago, but it just feels different, it’s more a date kind of thing, it’s not all about the sex.” 

“Is he the only guy for you?” Lando asked you, his voice much quieter than it was before. “I mean if you want to settle down, is he the only guy you could see yourself doing it with?” 

Your shoulders shrugged, you simply didn’t have the answer that Lando was looking for. You’d never really thought about Lando before, after all the two of you agreed to cut off any emotions when you agreed to your deal, but now he had your heart asking all sorts of questions. 

“You just told me you didn’t want to settle down,” you sighed, “that kind of tells me that the two of us just want different things moving forwards Lando.” 

“I’d make an exception though.” 

Your eyes flickered up, it didn’t take a genius to know exactly who Lando was talking about, all he knew was that he couldn’t lose you. 

“How can I trust that you really mean that? How do I trust that you’re not just saying that because you’re scared you’re going to lose the person you go to every time you want sex?” 

“Because otherwise I’d just let you go and walk out of that door now.” 

You went to speak, but quickly stopped, your mind foggy with thoughts. It was the easy choice to just go, but you didn’t always want to just take the easy choice in life. 

“I’m not going to force you to stay.” 

Your eyes closed as you tried your best to gather your thoughts. “I don’t know what I want right now Lando, I never thought that you would actually want me to stay.” 

He surprised himself by how much he wanted you there, Lando had never anticipated quite how big of a role you would play in his life, but now he couldn’t imagine his life without you there. 

“I know we would be good together, scrap that, I think we would be absolutely electric together.” 

“It’s not as easy as just sleeping together though Lando.” 

His head nodded, knowing exactly what he was getting himself into entering into a relationship with you, confident though that he could absolutely do it. 

“I know, but that’s all part of the fun figuring it out, right?” 

Lando brought his hand up, brushing it against the side of your face before cupping against your cheek, his touch more delicate than it ever had been before. Your eyes didn’t know where to look as Lando pulled you closer towards him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s not as easy as this Lan, there’s someone else involved here too. This guy is nice, he makes me feel as if I’m safe, I can’t remember the last time that I actually felt that way.” 

“Who would you want to lose though? Me or him?” 

It was the question that you didn’t want, at the start of the night your mind was made up, but now you found yourself leaning in the complete other direction, a direction you never actually managed yourself going in. 

“Admit it, this has always felt special.” 

“It’s felt special because of what we do, we barely talk Lando, you could probably barely tell me a single fact about myself, could you?” 

“But I want to learn and find out more,” he argued, “I want to know all those little details about you, I want to talk to you about stupid things because that’s what proper couples do.” 

“Do you really mean that Lando?” 

His head nodded in reply straight away. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. Just give me one chance to show you how serious I am, if I fail, then I’ll let you go.” 

Lando’s eyes looked pleadingly at you, letting go of a shaky breath as your head nodded, trusting that your instincts would serve you well. 

As much as the other guy made you smile, you couldn’t ignore the way that Lando made you feel, the excitement you had racing through your body every time you were in his company. 

“Let’s go out tomorrow, my treat,” Lando suggested, “let me show you how serious I am and we can go on a date, get to know each other properly.” 

“That would be good,” you whispered, “but you know I’ve got high expectations.” 

“Don’t worry, I promise to live up to them.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[fear-is-truth]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY ࿐

warnings — menstrual cramps. dacryphilia (if u squint). perv!rafe. very suggestive .. mdni a/n — repost + tweaked the ending

rafe cameron fights back the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose to ward off an incoming headache. of all times he should not be thinking about this—shouldn’t be noticing the way your lips are all swollen, or how pearly droplets of tears cling to your lashes. it’s fucked. he knows that. and yet, when you sniffle again, burrowing deeper into the pillow with a pitiful little whimper, his dick gives an interested twitch.

jesus christ.

“babygirl,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face, trying to snap himself out of it.

“c’mon.”

no response. you’re curled up in a fetal position, shivering under the blanket as if you can hide from the onslaught of cramps if you just make yourself small enough. rafe clenches his fists. unclenches his fists. fights down something in his gut that stirs at the sight of you so helpless and pretty like this. he forces it down, because shit, you’re in pain, and that’s not—this isn’t—he shoves it away.

“god, enough,” he sighs, reaching for you.

“let me help.” you shake your head, sniffling, curling up tighter. god, you’re so fucking stubborn. his fingers twitch, and then—fuck it. he hauls you up, maneuvering you into his lap, manhandling you like you weigh nothing. you land straddling one of his thighs, his arm bracketing you in despite the weak, hiccupy protests you make. you struggle for all of two seconds before your body falls entirely limp, tearstained cheek pressing into his chest. he sighs, keeping a steady grip on you as he settles back against the headboard. a toned arm locks around you, one hand gently pressing against your lower stomach.

“you’re gonna listen to me, alright? this isn’t the time to play a goddamn martyr.” his voice has lost its authoritative edge, gone softer, but no less firm. you hiccup against his chest, eyelids fluttering shut when his thumb starts moving in slow, repetitive circles. applying gentle pressure, easing the cramping away.

“poor baby.” rafe clicks his tongue in sympathy and affection. you sniffle, fingers curling into his shirt, and he rubs a circle over your belly. it’s just that—just him taking care of you, like he should—but then you let out this content little sigh, so soft, so fucking sweet, and fuck. the protectiveness in him is immediately tainted with lust.

he catches himself wondering where he can make you wetter, what other sounds he could pull from your mouth if he really tried. his dick twitches again (thank god you didn’t notice, because how the hell is he going to explain that), a sharp pulse of heat low in his gut and he forces himself to ignore it. later. right now, you need him. so he rocks you a little, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. trying to ease the strain in his jeans, rafe carefully shifts his weight, but you make this sweet little noise when the movement jostles you—something between a contented sigh and a moan— goddamnit, he knows you didn’t mean it like that, because you’re still all soft and pliant from the pain, but.. he simply can’t help himself.

“that feel good?”

you nod, nuzzling against him, and his hand is still rubbing absently over your stomach, dipping just a little lower, teasing the waistband of your shorts.

“mm.” a sleepy little hum, barely even words. “feels nice.”

“yeah? bet i could make you feel even better, princess.”

[manmuncher777]

Pink cheeks

Gojo x reader SMUT MDNI 18+

✧.* your bad listening skills causes Gojo to try a new approach

“T-Toru- oh my god” Satoru currently had you folded in half, like a fucking deck chair in the most brutal mating press of your life. Your sweaty palms trying to keep grip on the back of your knees as he had decided to be mean today and make you hold your own legs up, instead of doing that work for you. Your mouth hanging open with every sharp thrust of his, feeling his bulbous tip practically kiss your cervix.

You’s been like this for hours now, saturo deciding he wasn’t feeling as nice today. Edging you to the point of crying. Hot salty tears that streamed down you face, dragging little bits of mascara with them.

Gojo quite liked this look on you, no he loved it. It made him feel feral. glancing over your fucked out features; your glossy lips, covered in saliva and precum. Your eyes, shining brightly with the tears he had caused. But oh you looked so pretty when you tried to stop them from rolling back into your head. The makeup you had spent an hour on, now streaking down your face so beautifully like some sort of modern art painting. This was when you looked most beautiful to him.

“Hold those legs up for me pretty, I need a good view of my girl.”he breathed out, slight pauses in his sentence with each thrust he delivered. His balls slapping heavily against the skin of your ass, the sound echoing around the room so deliciously. Vulgar noises a that filled the air, turning you on even more.

You tried your best to listen to the glistening man above you, but fuck he was just making you feel so good. It was hard to concentrate on controlling your hands when all you could think about was how he was slipping in and out of your welcoming walls. The way his abs glistened and tensed with each thrust, the huge biceps wither side of your head. You were certain you could cum just from looking at him.

You looked down to where you both met, watching as a ring of white formed around the base of his thick cock. That made you falter for a second.

A mistake

Your hands slipped, releasing you legs. You didnt have the power to raise them again to fix your mistake; all your muscles weak due to the excercise satoru was putting you through right now.

“Oh no, just when you were being so good for me sweetheart” he fake pouts at you, cooing teasingly in your ear. “Go on, pick them up.” he ordered, but you couldnt do anything but whimper pathetically underneath him, his words going in one ear and out the other.Another mistake.

You were soon snapped out of your little daydream to a slap on the side of your face, more of a tap really, but it was hard enough to bring a little gasp from you.

“Pick them up baby, now.” he glared at you, his eyes more demanding now. His eyes threatening you, daring you to ignore him again.

“Satoru..” you whined at him, sulking like a baby, but you didnt dare leave your legs. With all your might you raised them again, hooking your hand underneath and bringing your ankles as far up to your ears as you could possibly manage. This wasn’t fair, he was fucking the shit out of you and still expected you to do the heavy lifting.

“Oh well that got you to listen didn’t it?” he teased again, cocky smirk on his face. “Does my sweet girl - fuck - do you like being slapped around sweetheart?” He quizzed you. Very interested in your response. He knew you were kinky, but this was something new.

You were trying so hard to listen, but the way he was stretching you over him right now, merciless pounds of his cock against you walls. You could hardly think. All you could think about was how well he was moulding you to him, you could feel every single vein on his cock as he fucked you. Every single grove and curve that had your back arching off the bed, craving more

Another slap, a little harder this time. The gentle tingling across your features brought your doe eyes to his menacing ones. The look he was giving you, an air of authority clung to it. He really knew how to get you worked up. “I asked you a question sweets?”

He already knew the answer, he just wanted you all pathetic for him. He chuckled as he watched you try to form an answer

He wasn’t giving you an easy time. You cried out under him weakly, trying to form works as one of his hands travelled down between you, rubbing fast circles on your bundle of nerves. “Yes- oh- yes toru. I love it! oh god- yes” You couldnt help but clench around him, his dominance, his face. It was driving you crazy.

For a split second you saw a glint of something in his eyes, soemthing devilish. Before they quickly roll back at the feeling of you tightening around him “Shit baby, yeah you do.”

God you were practically milking him, the way your warm walls sucked him back in each time he pulled back. the slick that was covering his lower torso, shit you did like it rough.

He watched intently as you eyes screwed shut from pleasure, with the way you were writhing beneath him, trying to run from hos grasp he could tell you were close.

Another slap, harder. The tingling feeling back again, something so sensual and delicious with the light sting.

“nuh uh sweets, don’t try and run from it. Just take it like a good girl.” fuck his words were driving you crazy. Your tried to listen to him, but with all the edging from earlier that evening, it made it so much more difficult.

A few more strokes of his thick cock and you were about to cum, not before another slap. Shit this hot, the way he was throwing you about, roughing you up.

You could help but let out a scream as you came, the feeling overwhelming you as you creamed all over Gojos cock, a sticky white ring forming around his base. You came from a slap, shit. But lord it hurt so good.

“oh there she is, good girl, let go for me baby.” he whimpered out. Whimpered

You were squeezing him so deliciously, he could feel how wet you are. Not able to stop himself from watching himself enter you over and ver again as you squirmed from overstimulation.

He shuddered as he came, legs tightening, hips stuttering. His voice let out a chesty groan as he shot white ropes of thick cum inside you.

This was certainly something satoru was going to use against you.

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green : Part 23

The cheerful bell rang a familiar chime as Damian opened the door to his favorite animal shelter. The scent of fur, pet food, and antiseptic was as comforting as it was potent. Damian watched Danny closely out of the corner of his eye. The other boy’s nose wrinkled, but he looked around the front room curiously.

“Damian! I wasn’t expecting you today,” Ms. Lacey said as she popped out of the back room, summoned by the chime.

‘Ms. Lacey’ was their compromise. Damian had refused to simply refer to the woman by her first name and in turn, Ms. Lacey refused to give Damian her last name. It had been supremely frustrating. Now it was almost akin to game or inside joke between them. It was nice.

She brushed the riot of curls (blue this month) out of her face and looked at the group that had entered the shelter curiously.

Damian knew they were a bit of a sight. Danny was still swathed in a number of bandages and, now out of the apartment, looked a moment away from running. Because of that, Jason basically loomed over Danny and Damian as if he could keep the world at bay.

(He might just be able to manage to.)

“No. It is not one of my normal service days, however, I am not here to volunteer,” Damian said, his tone almost apologetic. “I have brought Daniel—”

“Danny.”

“—to see if there is a pet that would suit him.”

“Hi, Danny,” Ms. Lacey said and leaned forward onto the counter.

Danny shied back into Jason’s space. He clutched a little tighter at the backpack that his bear was safely stashed in. Cass had thought it might be good for Danny to be able to take the bear discreetly with him as he seemed rather attached to it. Considering the tracker in the bear, everyone quickly helped make that happen.

“Hi Lacey,” Danny replied softly.

Ms. Lacey leaned back, her smiled now twinged with just a little bit of sadness. Damian had seen her look abused animals the same way. “Do you know what type of animal you might be interested in, Danny?”

“I was thinking a cat or dog?” The words were more a question than a statement. “Someone that can sit with me.”

“That’s a good start. That could also be rabbits, but if they’re going to be living at the manor,” Ms. Lacey glanced briefly at Damian for a confirming nod, “then a rabbit might not work the best. A cat has the advantage that it would be indoors and doesn’t need as much effort depending on the animal’s age. But you might want a dog to walk! Why don’t we get you into the kitten room to start, because that’s a great time no matter what.”

When Danny glanced from Ms. Lacey to Damian to Todd, Todd gave a little nod. Danny tightened the hold on his backpack, took a breath, and gave a little nod.

-

“Okay, this is pretty great,” Danny said as he pried a tiny orange and white ball of fluff off his shoulder and set the little guy back down with his siblings.

Immediately the kitten was pounced by the black kitten and had his ears chewed on.

“Kittens might be too much energy for me though,” Danny admitted. He had a feeling he’d never have the type of energy he used to again. He wasn’t sure if that was from his death or… everything else.

“They are a great deal of work,” Damian agreed. His own lap was full of peacefully sleeping kittens.

Danny was a little jealous. He caught the grey kitten who looked more like a a dust bunny as it romped past.

“What if I don’t find a pet today?”

“Then we will go somewhere else. This is not the only shelter in the city,” Damian said.

The straightforward certainty that Damian had about the world was something Danny had come to appreciate over the last several days of knowing Damian. The fear was still there. Danny didn’t know if it would ever go away, but he could ignore it now. Sometimes it was hardly even background noise.

Danny was used to having a brain full of static.

“It will be fine, Brother,” Damian said when Danny didn’t respond.

Brother. Damian insisted on using that instead of his name, but Danny figure that was because Damian didn’t have a last name to call him like all the others. Bruce was simply ‘Father’ too. Maybe it was about Wayne then? But Danny wasn’t Daniel Wayne. He was just Danny… no one.

“Yeah,” Danny made himself respond so that Damian didn’t get worried. For all that Damian tried to be aloof he really was worse than even Dick.

“If a kitten would be too much, what do you think of an adult cat?”

Danny looked down at the little slip of a kitten in his hands. It was so tiny. “I think let’s start with dogs. Something not so small and… breakable.”

Damian nodded and started to divest himself of cats. “I have heard the vets ‘joke’ that kittens will heal from anything. One could toss a kitten and its missing foot in a cage and it would reattach. I suggest we do not try it.”

“No,” Danny said in horror. “We are very much not trying that, what the hell.”

“What is what I said.” Despite having to deal with many more kittens, Damian was up first and offering Danny his hand. “Come, Brother.”

Danny took the hand, stood, and still had one last kitten to pull off of of his jeans where it clung with this sharp, sharp claws.

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AN: I was able to give this a read through finally, so have the first bit of this chapter! Because who doesn't want Danny and Damian surrounded by adorable kittens?

[skywlkrhoney]

A night with a stranger

James Kelly x Fem!reader

Warnings: reader smokes and drinks beer, age gap (reader is 19 and james is 35), problems with parents slightly mentioned (don't go out with strange men on the street guys)

Author's notes: amazingly, this is purely fluff.

My back was pressed against the worn-down wall of the small neighborhood convenience store. Between the fingers of my right hand, a Marlboro Light burned slowly, releasing a pale smoke that danced lazily in the cold evening air.

The end of the day brought a paler sky, all soft tones, and the chilly wind whipped against my bare legs. I was wearing nothing but a pair of short, frayed denim shorts and a strapless white top with lace trim. My red Converse were beaten up, their best days long gone.

I took a drag off my cigarette, feeling the smoke fill my lungs with a bitter sort of relief, then exhaled slowly through my mouth. I looked around. Everything was quiet. No cars, no kids, no noise. It felt like the whole town had gone to sleep. Silence.

I dragged again, pulling in more smoke. That’s when I saw it — a black Cadillac pulling up right in front of the store. Old-school, impressive. The engine hummed low as the guy climbed out. Tall, messy black hair, wearing a worn black t-shirt. Tattoos covered his hands. Way too good-looking for a place like this

He walked around the car and headed straight for the store. Just before he went inside, he lifted his head — and looked right at me. Quick, but enough to make my heart stutter.

I stayed put, pretending not to think too hard. Alone again, waiting for something I couldn’t quite name.

A few minutes later, he came back out, carrying a case of beer in one hand and a fresh pack of cigarettes in the other. I watched him, slow and steady, as he opened the passenger door and set the beer inside with a practiced ease. Then he shut the door with a soft click and leaned back against the car like that crummy little spot was the best view in the whole town.

He pulled a cigarette from the new pack and placed it between his lips, then patted down his jeans, searching his front pockets, then the back. He mumbled something I couldn’t catch, and then, clear enough to reach me, he muttered:

“Shit.”

I lowered my cigarette and looked at him.

“Looking for a lighter?” I asked, my voice stronger than I expected.

He lifted his gaze slowly, sizing me up with a certain kind of carefulness. His blue eyes skimmed from my legs to my face and locked with mine for a second that felt longer than it should have.

“Yeah,” he rasped out, his voice low and rough.

I reached into the back pocket of my shorts and pulled out a red lighter, stretching my hand toward him. He pushed off the car and walked over, slow and steady. When he got close enough, he took the lighter from my hand — his fingers brushing against mine. He flicked the lighter, lit his cigarette, and took a drag, never taking his eyes off me.

“So,” he said, smoke curling from his lips, “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

I shrugged, taking another pull from my own cigarette.

“Got bored at home.”

He nodded once.

“Wanna beer?” he offered, tipping his chin toward the car.

I hesitated for half a second, then shrugged. “Why not?”

He turned back toward the Cadillac, popped open the door, shoved the case of beers into the backseat with one hand, and cracked one open. He held it out toward me.

I walked up, took it from him, and took a sip, feeling the cold bitterness coat my tongue. I leaned against his car, the cool metal pressing against my bare skin.

“Nice car. Vintage,” I said with a crooked little smile, glancing sideways at him.

He let out a quick breath of a laugh.

“Yeah. She’s taken me to some interesting places,” he said, dragging on his cigarette, that amused look never leaving his face. “You wanna go for a ride?”

The question hung in the air, somewhere between reckless and tempting. I thought about it for a moment. Accepting a ride from a stranger wasn’t exactly the smartest move. But there was something about him… a dangerous calm, a rugged kind of safety that made me think, maybe just for one night, it was okay to break the rules.

“Sure,” I said, taking another sip of beer and flicking my cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with my shoe. My heart was beating faster now.

He opened the passenger door for me, tossing the beer case into the backseat with a careless kind of ease, then stepped aside to let me in.

“Your chariot, princess,” he said, smirking in a way that was teasing but never disrespectful.

I laughed, feeling my stomach flip at the nickname, and climbed inside, running my hand over the cracked leather seats, breathing in the scent of cigarettes, gasoline, and something else that was just… him. I shut the door behind me and watched him round the front of the car, tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot before getting in on the driver’s side.

He turned the key, and the Cadillac rumbled to life, like a beast waking up.

Without looking at me, he smiled slightly.

“Hope you’re not on a curfew.”

I smiled back, settling into my seat, beer still in hand.

“Tonight’s wide open.”

And just like that, the Cadillac rolled down the empty road, leaving the dead-silent town behind us.

The car cut through the night like an arrow. Outside, the trees blurred into shadows against the dark sky. I leaned against the window, the cold wind whipping through my hair and sending shivers across my skin.

For a while, we didn’t say anything. Only the sound of the engine filled the space between us. It was the kind of silence that felt right.

“So…” I finally said, turning my face a little toward him. “What do you do for a living?”

He kept his eyes on the road, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I work at a garage. Spend all day covered in grease, trying to bring old junkers back to life.”

“Fits you,” I said, smiling a little.

He let out a low chuckle, still focused on the road.

“What about you? How old are you?” he asked, glancing over at me briefly.

“Nineteen,” I answered, flipping my hair over my shoulder and shifting in my seat.

I leaned forward, reaching for the old radio. I turned the dial slowly, passing through stations full of static, until a familiar song came through — “Come On” by Letters To Cleo. I smiled, satisfied, and leaned back again.

This time, I shifted completely, turning sideways and resting my back against the door, stretching my legs out across his lap, my beer can still dangling from my fingers.

James glanced at me from the corner of his eye, a small smirk playing on his lips. He pulled one hand off the wheel and set it casually on my leg, his thumb drawing slow, lazy circles against my skin. A shiver ran up my spine, but I didn’t pull away.

I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the easy rhythm of the road and the cool night air.

“So where are we headed?” I asked, my voice a little softer now.

“There’s this diner out past town,” he said, voice rough and calm. “Small place, but they make the best milkshakes you’ll ever have.”

I nodded, relaxing even more, resting my head lightly against the window as the car rolled on.

A few minutes later, we saw the lights of the diner flickering in the distance. A worn-out neon sign buzzed and blinked, half-lit, casting a ghostly glow over the old building.

James pulled into the lot and parked out front. I straightened up, pulling my legs off his lap, and pushed the door open, the night air rushing in.

We got out together, James shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Used to come here with my brother,” he said, glancing at the entrance.

I turned to him, curious.

“You have siblings?”

He nodded.

“Yeah. Just one,” he said, voice a little more guarded.

“And you?” he asked, steering the conversation back to me. “Got any brothers or sisters?”

“Nope.” I smiled a little. “Only child.”

“Must be nice. Having everything to yourself.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head.

“Not always,” I said, staring at the ground for a second. “It gets lonely sometimes.”

James didn’t say anything. He just looked at me for a long moment.

When we reached the door, he stepped ahead and opened it for me with a slight nod.

Before walking in, I spotted an old, rusted trash can beside the door. I shook the beer can — just a swallow left — and tossed it inside, hearing the hollow clang at the bottom.

James waited, patient, that small smile still playing on his lips, watching me.

Inside, the diner smelled like burgers, fries, and old coffee. The place looked like it was stuck in the ‘50s — red vinyl booths, white Formica tables, a jukebox humming in the corner. Time hadn’t touched this place.

We slid into a booth near the back, away from the jukebox and the few scattered customers.

An old man in a stained apron shuffled over to take our order. James asked for fries and a Coke. When he turned to me, I ordered a strawberry milkshake with a shy smile.

Once the old man shuffled away, James leaned back in his seat, looking at me with a relaxed gaze.

“Your parents aren’t gonna be worried about you being out this late?” he asked.

I shrugged, looking out the window.

“No,” I said quietly. “They don’t really care.”

James frowned, his jaw tightening slightly.

“With all due respect… your parents sound like assholes.”

I laughed, genuinely caught off guard.

“You’re not wrong,” I said, shaking my head with a real smile. “But I’m used to it. It’s not a big deal.”

We kept talking — light stuff. The kind of easy conversation that feels like it’s always been there.

Soon, the old man came back with a tray — fries, Coke, and a bright pink milkshake. We thanked him and dug in, stealing glances at each other between sips and bites.

Time slipped by quickly. Before I knew it, the plates were empty, and so was my milkshake.

We paid the check and headed back outside into the cold night air. James looked at me with that easy smirk again.

“So, what’d you think?” he asked as we walked toward the car.

“I loved it,” I said honestly, crossing my arms against the chill.

He opened the passenger door for me again, and just as I was about to climb in, he slipped a hand lightly around my waist — the touch firm but soft, sending butterflies loose in my stomach. My cheeks burned instantly.

I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile, and slid into the seat.

We drove in a comfortable silence back toward my house. When we pulled up, the lights inside were all out.

“They’re probably already asleep,” I said, looking at the dark windows.

When I turned back to him, James was already watching me — that intense, almost hypnotic look in his eyes.

I gave him a shy smile.

“I’m glad I met you tonight,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Way better than sitting outside that convenience store all night.”

He let out a rough laugh.

“If you ever get bored again…” he said, eyes still locked on mine, “you know where to find me.”

I laughed softly, my heart hammering.

We stared at each other for a long moment. Then, I leaned across the seat, closing the gap.

I kissed him first — soft and tentative. James didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. It was intense and hot, and I let out a small, helpless sound against his mouth. My fingers clutched at his arm, feeling the muscle flex under my touch.

We finally pulled apart, still breathing hard. I pressed one last kiss to his lips, smiling against his mouth before pulling away.

I climbed out of the car, still feeling lightheaded, and made my way to the front door, turning to look back one last time.

James was still there, watching me, smiling.

He gave a slow wave, and I waved back before slipping inside.

I closed the door carefully behind me and leaned against it, breathing deeply. I tiptoed down the hallway to my bedroom, careful not to wake anyone.

Once inside, I kicked off my old Converse and collapsed onto my bed, my heart still racing.

With a goofy smile on my face, I thought about him.

And I hoped I’d see him again.

[captainquake42]

> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ part one

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

> summery:

you go to robby and dimitri’s room hoping to have your twin brother robby come with you to get a tattoo unaware that they lost their room to kwon.

OR kwon struggles with his normally good english in front of a pretty girl

> notes:

never get a tat if you are going to sweat a lot in the next two ish weeks, like at a karate tournament, you don't want it to get infected.

also, this is my first x reader, so if ya'll would let me know how I did :)

if you feel a part two // part three

also posted on my ao3

> 1.4k written by:

S A R A H

You adjusted your high ponytail, your fingers tugging at the elastic band to secure it in place. The hallway of the hotel was quiet, save for the soft hum of the vending machines around the corner. Your sneakers barely made a sound as you bounced lightly on the balls of your feet, excitement buzzing under your skin.

This would be perfect. Robby had been moody since he saw that Tory had joined up with Cobra Kai again.

You opened up your notes app to make sure you had the right room. You already had it memorized but double no triple checking never hurt anyone. You looked up from your phone and yep, the numbers matched up.

You knocked your knuckles against the door and immediately heard a muffled voice and shuffling noises. It was probably Dimitri stumbling around to get decent. Your lips ticked up thinking about it.

You had Robby go with you to get your first tat, mostly because of where you were getting it but also because you didn't wanna go alone. It became tradition after that, every time you went to get a new one he would go with. He didn't get to skip out just because it was a little impromptu tat in barcelona, or because he was pouty

The Sekai Taikai Tournament had been interesting so far and it was only night one. Eli already got in a little pissing match with the cute male cobra kai captain who's name you didn't know.

Speaking of, the door opened and your brother nor teammates were on the other side, instead the cobra captain stood there in a black compression shirt and gray sweats.

If your weaknesses was an outfit it would be that. The shirt made his arms and shoulders look nice. His hair was styled in a way that reminded you of a character from a volleyball anime you watched, which might be a little racist to think since the guy was asian but whatever that's not the point.

“ Um,” You said eloquently, showcasing your intelligence. “ I don't suppose that you became friends with my teammates, did you?”

He made a face. “ No. You lost?” His korean accent was thick and hardy.

You look down at your phone again. “ Nope, this is my brother's room unless he was fucking with me by giving me a random one.”

He looked thoughtful, his head tilted while he stared at you. Then “ was.”

“ What do you mean?”

He looked at me. “ Your brother, miyagi do's captain?” He asked.

“ Yeah that's him! Robby.”

“ Then was. Made bet. He lose. I win. I got room.”

That son of a-. “ He lost his room in a bet?”

Now he looked a little smug, his mouth quirked up.“ Yes.”

“ I can't believe him, fucking dumbass.”

The hallway seemed to stretch longer as you processed that. You couldn’t believe Robby. The sheer stupidity of losing his room in a bet? You huffed pressing your lips together and crossing your arms. You were never gonna let him live this down.

The Cobra Kai captain leaned casually against the doorframe, his smirk firmly in place, he was enjoying this far too much. His arms crossed in a way that made his already broad shoulders seem even more imposing. His compression t clung to his torso like a second skin, and his sweats hung low on his hips, leaving a bit of skin revealed completing a look that made your traitorous brain short-circuit for a split second. But only for a second.

The guy’s smirk grew, and his gaze flicked to your face with something like amusement. “ You mad?”

“ Mad?” Your brows raised wondering where he got that from.

“ Your cheeks are pink.” He offered. “ Mad, no?”

You couldn't help it, you laughed. “No. It wasn't my room, I just think he's stupid.”

“ You say it.” He shrugs. “ Not a good bet taker.”

“ You think he sucks at betting.” You grinned.

He nodded proudly. “ Yes, sucks.”

You watched as his ears turned pink when you laughed. “ I agree.”

“ Here for room or just brother?”

“ I was gonna make him come with me to get a tattoo but since he's not here it looks like i'm going alone.” Something you weren't very fond of, but it was already getting dark and you didn't have time to go hunting for your twin. “ I'll see you later.”

You turned to leave but stopped when his voice reached your ears. “ Wait.”

You looked over your shoulder. “ Yeah?”

His expression shifted, his confident smirk slipping, his brow furrowed like he didn’t like the idea, and his next words came out haltingly. “ You… no go alone.”

You blinked, startled by the sudden concern in his tone. “ What?”

“ Not good. Alone, not safe.” He stumbled slightly over the words, his composure cracking. “ I go.”

“ Don't think I can handle it?” You asked curiously.

“ I don't doubt you, but you small, men are not.”

“ So you want to, what? Protect me?”

“ Yes.”

“ You?” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “ Why would you do that? Aren’t you, like, Cobra Kai’s big bad captain? Shouldn’t you hate me or something?”

His eyes rolled, his earlier confidence returning. “ Not hate. I bored.” His smirk reappeared, though his ears stayed pink. “ Plus, beats sitting in here.”

He pulled on his hoodie, shrugging. “ You want to go alone? Get lost in city? Not smart.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “I think I can manage to find a tattoo parlor without getting lost.” You shook your phone at him. “ Directions on my phone and all.”

He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with you. “You sure? Phone say this your brother’s room. Was wrong.”

Your jaw dropped, cheeky little-. “ No fair.”

He shugged and his hands slipping into the pockets of his sweats while he leaned closer. “ Nervous?”

“ Nervous?” you echoed, narrowing your eyes at him. “ About what?”

He shrugged, the movement casual but the teasing shine in his eyes was anything but. “ Pretty girl, late night, strange city. Many reasons.”

“ Pretty girl?” you repeated feeling your cheeks pull up in a slow smile before you could stop yourself. “ You think I'm pretty?”

His cheeks turned pink, but his grin didn’t falter. “ I say what I say.”

Your chest felt warm and the corner of your mouth quirked up despite yourself. “ You’re something, you know that?”

“ I know.” His confidence was borderline infuriating, but there was something endearing about the way he wouldn't look you in the eye when he said it. Like your words had affected him more than he wanted to admit.

“ Alright, Captain,” you said with a mock sigh of defeat, “ if you’re so worried about me getting lost, maybe you should just come with me after all.”

“ Good idea,” he said immediately, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the hallway.

You blinked. “ Wait really, you actually want to come?”

“ You invite,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“ I was joking!”

“I wasn't,” he replied, slipping on a pair of sneakers that were sitting next to the door. “ What tattoo, you getting?”

“ I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what I want, if you tell me your name.”

“ My name?” He looked at you like you should know it. “ It's Kwon Jae Sung. Call me Kwon. And you?”

Like the song? “ You don't know my name?” You teased, sticking your hand out.

He looked at confused.

“ Oh duh.” You said to yourself resisting the urge to palm your forehead. “ In america we shake hands to greet each other.”

Kwon smiled and made a noise of understanding and let you take his hand. Immediately you could feel his calluses.

You shook his hand sharply, your dad always told you that having a strong grip was important. “ I could just call you, so-yeon.” Kwon said.

“ What's that mean?”

“ No fun if I tell you.”

You made a face and scoffed. “ That could mean bitch in korean for all I know.”

He shook his head, smiling and put his hand over his heart. His eyes wide and innocent. “ I would never.”

You told him your name, “ The tattoo I'm getting is gonna be really small, I'm putting it on my wrist it's a little panda.” You opened up pinterest, to show him a picture of it.

“ Cute,” he hummed. “ Like you.”

The line was cheesy but had you blushing anyway.

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim..

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content

♡ note; i wasn’t sure how to word the title/concept of this one?? but essentially you’re almost a victim, but you’re a little to okay with it/something they do and it throws them off?? idk just read ‘em

also only 3 little meow meows in this one, i wrote most of this on break at work uwu

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Micheal Myers

> he’s been stalking you for months

> in his mind you’re the perfect victim

> clueless to his presence, adorable and vulnerable

> he’s drawing it out as long as he can

> but he’s practically twitching the night you come out onto your porch in your tight pajama shorts, relaxing with some tea

> he’s got you pinned to the wall before you can even scream

> he wants to savor this, so he keeps his knife tucked away and has a massive hand around your throat

> he doesn’t miss your breath catching

> and he takes a moment to watch your chest heaving, your cheeks all flushed

> but he’s not that easily impressed. could be the lighting. maybe you’re quick to panic.

> “…you’ve been watching me.”

> you knew?

> you knew, and you still played his game

> interesting. very interesting.

Thomas Hewitt

> Tommy boy is already giving you special treatment

> something is different about you

> he’s not sure what, you’re pretty, but he kills plenty of pretty people

> maybe something about the way you look up at him through your lashes?

> and you’re terrified now, but you weren’t scared of the initial sight of him..

> he doesn’t put you on a meat hook, instead rigging you somewhat kindly, your hands chained above your head but your bound feet on the ground

> whatever he decides on, he knows that you’re special. you deserve to be honored.

> he takes extra care in examining you, feeling you shiver as he grazes your exposed stomach - a side affect of your position, but a welcome sight

> he roughly grabs your face and pushes it left and right, pausing to rub your cheek with his thumb

> you would be a pretty face to wear

> he shoves two fingers into your mouth as he’s mentally measuring

> and he practically startles at the noise you make

> he’s never heard a sound like come from a victim- especially not his victims

> when he pushes a bit and you whimper around his fingers it confirms his suspicions. you’d given a choked moan at the initial intrusion

> he stares down at you, breathing heavily through his mask

> oh you were very special

Billy Lenz

> you were renting a spare room in the sorority house

> while you were good friends with the girls, you valued your alone time

> you quickly became Billy’s favorite to watch, mostly because you were always home

> when he calls he always tries to time it so you pick up

> but usually the girls downstairs still answer- you’re never expecting calls so why bother?

> this evening however, he’s lucky- there’s an on campus event and you’re home completely alone

> you answer on the second ring and he’s delighted, immediately babbling profanities and filthy threats

> “gonna fuck that pretty piggy c—“

> to his surprise you giggle at him

> not a nervous sound, but genuine giggling

> before he can snap, or really even process you laughing at him, you stop him

> “yknow if you want phone sex, you can just ask nicely mister”

> he hangs up in a panic

> that was certainly the last thing he expected

> but now he’s beyond fixated on you

> he barely sleeps just to peep through your wall

> and it’s just about time he paid you a real visit

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WBC!Carl Gallagher x Rich/Northside!reader

link to my masterlist <33

Your private school requires you to do community service, and you’re assigned to help out at a youth center in the Southside. It’s far from your usual environment, and you feel a bit out of place, but you’re determined to make the best of it. You could've gone to the pet center, like the other girls your age, but you desperately needed to get out of suburbia. Carl, who occasionally visits the center for free meals or to hang out, notices you the moment you walk in. You’re clearly not from around here, and he’s instantly curious about why someone like you would be spending time in his hood. At first, Carl’s interactions with you are laced with sarcasm and teasing. He pokes fun at your clean-cut appearance and the way you seem so out of your element, but there’s no real malice behind his words— mostly curiosity. I mean remember this is still Carl, just in the body of a wanna-be gangster

You actually responded to his quips just as quickly as he spoke them, but you also spoke with interest, most of it in your appearance

I'd believe that you aren't full a nepo baby, I like to headcanon that you'd be half or part southside, having spent time there young and maybe one of your parents married rich and such

But you do know how to make your words somewhat powerful, and that intrigues Carl, in a different way than trying to scam the other kids

You’re organizing supplies in the back room of the community center, stacking boxes of canned goods for the food drive. It’s your second day volunteering here, and you’re still getting used to the place. The door creaks open, and you glance up to see the same boy from yesterday leaning against the frame, watching you with an amused smirk. “You lost or something? This isn’t exactly the country club.” he says. Crossing his arms, he saunters into the room, eyes glinting with curiosity. Without missing a beat, you straighten up, brushing the dust off your hands before replying

“I could say the same thing. You don’t look like you’re here to volunteer.”

“Nah, just checking out the new blood. It’s not every day we get someone like you around here. You sure you can handle it? This place can get a little rough.”

“I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’m not here to play it safe.”

“Is that right? Most people like you wouldn’t last a day down here. You must really be slumming it to end up in this part of town.”

"Most people like me dont come down here, but I needed something real for once"

“Real, huh? Well, you definitely found it. But be careful—get too close, and this place might suck you in.”

“Maybe I’m counting on it. I like a challenge, I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.”

He grins, finally extending a hand "Gallagher, Carl Gallagher" You reach for his hand, “Nice to meet you, Carl. Now, are you gonna help me with these boxes, or just stand there and look all pretty?”

After a few days of volunteering, (its mostly you guys talking) he invites you out with him on a 'tour'. You visit The Alibi, his corner, and he ends the trip by taking you to his house

The Gallagher house, if you could call it that, was way different than yours. Not just in size, but in functionality, you hear 3 different people screaming talking and a baby crying with loud video games noises in the background. Luckily, when Carl takes you to the basement which of course resembles what you identify as a 'mancave' there's no one there and its mostly silent

"So.. nice family uh- ya got there?" you joke, slightly uncomfortable in the bean bag he sits you on, the pleats of your plaid skirt ruffling up and you don't miss the way his eye flicker down and the way his cheeks blush peach "Um, y-yeah, it's not always like that but it usually is"

For Carl: it's weird that he's drawn to you, southside kids are literally raised to the 'eat the rich' mindset. Especially Gallaghers, but he couldn't help but want to spill everything he knows and even what he doesn't to you. So he does, he tells you about juvie, about the dysfunctionality of Gallaghers and their shit, fuck he even tells you about Monica

You guys talk for what comes across as hours. Part of him is scared that he opened up to quickly, but surprisingly you listen, without judgement. You even mention how you find some of his life similar to yours. The feelings of being ignored, or in your case paid to go away (which Carl finds not too bad).

As you speak, he moves from his beanbag chair to yours, inching and inching closer together you eventually are a breaths away from one another. You halt your speech, all your well thought out analogies fading away as you both look between the other's eyes and lips.

Carl speaks, "is it crazy.. that I find it really hot when you talk about being rich?" you pause, a sly smile reaching upon your face as you answer "no.. is it crazy that i find it really hot when you talk about being poor?"

More silence fills the room, then Carl brings his eyes straight down to your lips. "No" he whispers, as light as humanly possible

And that's when it happens. you lean in, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough-and-tumble image he usually projects. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. The kiss starting out rushed, messy, and all over the place. But it's not lustful, more childish if anything and you both have no idea what you're doing.

His hand hesitantly moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. You respond in kind, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him even closer

When you finally pull back after what feels like forever, you’re both breathless, panting as your bodies gasp for air. Carl’s thumb gently returns and strokes your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all he finds is a soft smile and the lingering warmth of the kiss you just shared.

“Damn,” he mutters, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leans back slightly, still keeping you close. “You’ve got me all messed up, you know that?" you respond, fixing your disheveled look.

Then it hits you, that was your first kiss

and it was with Carl fucking Gallagher

[pineconepie]

I DONT CARE WHAT YOUR CREATIVE BRAIN WHIPS JUST PLEASE GIVE ME A FEM YANNNN (love your work btw)

Hehe tysm!! I hope this is good!! <3 I made parental yandere ghost!!

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization

...

When you got a shady ad of a mansion for the same price of a tiny home, you figured it'd be covered with mold and falling apart. The ad didn't give much information, other than it had several acres, and three stories tall.

You wondered why someone would sell such a building for such a cheap price, but given your budget, might as well check it out.

And oh boy were you shocked at what you found.

A beautiful mansion, not a single sign of mold or decay in sight, other than a tiny bit of dust here and there. It's as if no one lived in it for quite some time, yet it was taken care of.

Three bedrooms, all fully furnished. Three bathrooms, also fully furnished. A kitchen that you couldn't even imagine in your wildest dreams. A living room. An attic, a basement, a garage. All of them with furniture inside. Several acres of land, as it had advertised.

"Is it to your liking?"

You whip around to see a woman with short black hair, brown eyes, wearing a dress shirt and tie with a long black skirt. She looks to be in her early to mid forties.

You're pretty sure she wasn't there before. Perhaps she came in silently and didn't mean to scare you like that.

"Yes. Yes! Of course! Is this seriously all for such a cheap price?" you ask, completely confused. Something isn't adding up here. There has to be some kind of catch, surely.

Her smile unnerves you just slightly, its a little too wide. She makes a cooing noise in the back of her throat, but snaps out of it quickly.

"The reason it's so cheap is because there's not that many people interested in living out here in the middle of nowhere. It's incredibly hard for us to get this off our hands."

You don't believe that's the only reason, but you decide not to question it. "And you're the realtor, right? Blair Watts?"

"That would be me!" she says cheerfully, although there's an edge to it that you can't place.

It doesn't matter anyway. This is the house for you. "So... where do I sign?"

Blair gestures to a paper and pen on the nearby table. You read over them.

Something about this house seems wrong. You should've listened to that feeling. But you sign the papers and hand them back to Blair, who takes it.

She smiles down at you, although her expression is a mix between condescension and what you think is relief.

"Welcome home," she croons. "If you need anything, feel free to contact me."

"Thank you!" you say, maybe a tad bit too quickly. But who cares! A mansion for such a cheap price! You're about to ask another question relating to the home, but in just one blink, she's gone. No trace she was ever there at all.

A chill goes down your spine. This woman is absolutely strange, although she didn't seem harmful in any way. Not in the physical sense, at least.

...

You move all your things with relative ease into your new home. It's not much to fill the space of a mansion, so you still have several empty rooms left. The furniture that's already there looks far too expensive and nice to get rid of or replace, so you decide to keep everything as is.

It could definitely use a makeover, if you have that kind of money anytime soon, but it isn't your top priority for now.

When you enter the room with your own things to decorate as your own bedroom, you notice it looks different than how you remember.

The walls are painted pastel, there's toys littering the floor, and even the bed has a cartoon-themed comforter spread over it. You glance behind you and see that nothing else looks out of place.

So weird. Maybe you just forgot which room you liked best, and didn't see this one earlier?

You back up, only to bump into someone. You drop all the boxes in your hands, and spin around with wide eyes. There stands Blair, a concerned smile on her face.

"Oh, what's wrong, honey?" Blair asks, her voice sounding like a parent trying to speak gently to their upset child.

Her arms wrap around your body. You freeze as she slowly rocks you both back and forth. Her touch feels cold yet not as solid as most normal touches are. As if it were... ghostly.

"Uh- yeah, I'm alright! Just... just lost my balance for a second there! But hey, when did you get here?" More importantly, why is she here?

She keeps rocking with you in her arms. "I never left." With a chuckle she finally lets you go. "That room is my favorite in the whole mansion. Isn't it lovely?"

You nod without thinking. You start gathering your dropped belongings as quickly as possible, and stand back up. When you look at Blair again, something really doesn't feel right. Her presence is uncanny, yet you can't really pinpoint why.

There's a slight haze that comes off her outline, almost like she's blurry around the edges. Like a bad photoshop edit on the image of reality.

"Yeah. Lovely," you mutter. "I swore it was different last time."

"Oh." Her smile softens. "I tried to decorate it to your personality."

"But it's not..." You shake your head. "Why? I don't understand what's going on..."

"My child deserves the best, after all." She makes that cooing noise again, which sends another chill down your spine. "How about we unpack?" You're in too much shock to argue when she kneels down to pull things out of your moving boxes.

"Hey, that's not--"

"Hush, dear. Mama needs a moment."

A long beat passes. "...What? Mama?"

Blair sets almost everything into a large pile--things like your electronics, books, paperwork, and other adult essentials. In fact, anything adult seems to have been set aside.

The only things left from the box is your stuffed animals and blankets.

Then she glances back up at you. "You can call me Mommy too, if you'd like. Anything but 'Mother'. Makes me feel old." Her voice gets distant. "I always wanted a little baby to raise as my own... that's why the price was so low! To encourage someone like you to buy this home. I could tell you would need me right away. I mean, look at you!" She gestures to your clothing and messy appearance.

You're too confused to even get offended. "Someone... like me? Aren't you the realtor? What's going on?"

She sighs. "No. Not technically. But this is all too complicated talk for you, silly. Grown-up talk will just overwhelm you."

"But..." You flinch when her smile fades just slightly. "Look... I don't know what's going on, but I think I wanna back out of this..."

"No. No, no, no. We can't do that."

"Well I just--"

"You just want attention," she scoffs. "Don't worry. You'll get plenty of it from Mama." She effortlessly picks you up, much to your shock. Is this a real person, or are you just losing it? "Now, how about some dinner, hm? I have many bottles and sippy cups already prepared for you, and more items for you on the way!" She peppers the side of your face in kisses.

They still feel cold, almost like ice. "Blair, please put me down! This has gone far enough!"

"If that's what you want..." She releases you, and you land with a hard thud onto the floor. You wince at the impact and lay there, taking a minute to process this interaction. She has the audacity to gasp in shock. "Oh goodness! Are you alright? Oh, my poor baby!"

You're too speechless to answer, and before you know it, she picks you up again. If you didn't know any better, you'd say this woman was legitimately worried over you.

For the rest of dinner, you tune out her words, in too much shock and confusion over your situation.

She gives you some sliced fruits and finger foods to eat, as well as a sippy cup filled with juice. You keep pushing the items away, but every time you do, she simply pushes them right back. Finally giving up, you eat, wondering when you can escape her and figure this place out yourself.

At the end of the meal, you push away the empty plates.

"Are you finished?" she asks in such a gentle tone, you nearly forget how scary she can be.

"Yes." Your voice sounds raspy and far-away. It makes sense, given what you've been through today.

"Very good!" she praises, pinching your cheeks as you sit frozen on the spot. She takes the dishes away and hums as she cleans up, her apron tied behind her back as she washes each plate by hand.

"...Blair."

"That's Mama," she corrects gently. "Try again. Here, I'll help you practice. Ma-ma. Can you say that?"

Your eye twitches. "Mama," you repeat emotionlessly. "I'm tired. Can I just go to bed?" Hopefully you can wake up from this nightmare.

"Yes, of course." She puts the wet dishes onto a drying rack to let them air dry. Her skirt swishes around her legs as she turns back to you. "Do you need my help changing into your jammies?"

"I'm not a child," you deadpan. "Let me just change clothes by myself and you go somewhere else. Anywhere else."

"How rude!" Blair says, putting her hands on her hips. "I try so hard for you, and then you disrespect me like this? You really do need discipline. Do you really think you can do whatever you want in this house?"

You go quiet.

She tuts. "You go get dressed into your jammies, and I'll come up in a few minutes to tuck you in. Got that?"

With that command, she nudges you towards the stairs.

You trudge up, each step taking much more energy than it normally should.

As soon as you step into your bedroom, you shut the door behind you. It's not like this door has a lock or anything, but at least she can't watch you while you get ready.

After you change into the childish pajamas she put out for you and climb into bed, you bury yourself under the covers and pray this all blows over by tomorrow.

She comes in, and you try your hardest not to glare at her. Blair sees that your eyes are open anyway and beams.

"There's my perfect angel~" Her cooing voice does nothing but terrify you now. You stay silent and try to ignore her gaze. "Now, would you like a bedtime story? Or perhaps a lullaby?" You feel her presence as she sits down next to your blanket-covered form.

"How about you tell me what you are? Why are you doing this?" You don't sound angry or even scared anymore. Just tired and done with everything that happened so far today.

You suppose there must be an explanation to this.

She takes a deep breath. "...I'm not... human. I used to be, but not anymore."

You blink. "Are you a vampire?"

Blair chuckles. "No, sweet pea." She hesitates a bit more. "I'm... I suppose what people would call a ghost." She speaks her last word so softly you nearly miss it.

"...A ghost?" You sit up. "You're lying! If you were a ghost, why can you touch me and other objects?"

She tilts her head. "Hm? Oh! That's because we're in my home. Where I died. As long as I'm here, I can be seen and touch anything like you can. I can leave, but I can't really do anything. That's why I made that fake listing. I'm lonely, and I've always wanted a baby of my own. But I died before I ever got to experience that."

"...A ghost..."

The pieces fall into place. Her blurry outline, her strange appearance, her odd behavior. It makes more sense than one would expect.

You can almost see pity in her brown eyes as she brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. "But now that you're here, I have my very own little baby to take care of!" Blair practically squeals in excitement. "My life--or rather afterlife--is complete now that I have you. And as long as you stay, I will always love and take care of you."

So if what she says is right, then if you escape, there's no possibility she could make you come back, or even be visible to you.

Blair frowns. "I know what you're thinking. But please reconsider! You're already settled in, and I want you to have everything you could ever need. This doesn't need to be negative."

You narrow your eyes. "...okay."

She doesn't like your dry, one-worded response, but chooses not to push it. Instead, she stands up.

"Sleep tight, angel. Mama loves you. I promise to show you that, okay?" She kisses your forehead and flicks off the light, closing the door behind her.

You hear her lock it from outside the room with a key.