#meanwhile she’s inches deep in you

[sea-lanterns]

Chasca has this one Idle where she holds her belt like a cowboy and it makes me go 🤤🤤🤤🤤 I just know those stupid tight half short-pants leave the best dick imprint to stare at

Chasca having a dick imprint on her tights 👀

She doesn’t tuck I’m afraid. Nah, she probably just lets it hang like nobody’s business. Why should she care when she has other things to worry about, ignoring the fact that you can’t help but salivate at the sight of her looking so hot in the sun. Completely unaware that her bulge was sticking out so obviously and making you drip in your panties…

Oh how you’d love to ride that cowgirl, let her run her fingers over your ass and move you up and down on her dick, grinding against it and making it harder than it already is. The sex is hot and sweaty, probably somewhere in a dark barn on a bale of hay. A bit uncomfortable, but the uncomfortableness of the situation only makes the feeling of Chasca’s dick in you even better <3

[actiniumwrites]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

synopsis: how they react when they find out you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day

based on the prompt: “you’ve never had a valentine’s date?”

characters: diluc, kaeya, mona, zhongli, xiao, kujou sara, kazuha, itto, tighnari, cyno, and childe x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: fluff, a bit of angst in some of them, these are meant to be pre-relationship but you can interpret them how you want

notes: releasing this a day early because i know i’ll forget about it tomorrow lmao. also i was gonna do more for this than just a bullet scenario, but then i realized there was only like a week left until valentine’s when i wrote this so i couldn’t do anything big 😭 but i did really like this prompt so enjoy!

diluc:

his facial expression contorts into one of confusion as he wipes the inside of the glass in his hand

you’re sitting in front of him, legs crossed one over the other as they dangle over the barstool you’re on. your head rests in your hand innocently, as if what you had just said hadn’t affected you at all

you’ve never had a valentine’s date?

no. diluc just can’t accept it, at least, that’s what he decides as he puts the glass down and starts to remove his apron

before you know it, his hands are gripping yours, pulling you out the door and into the now sunset painted city you called your home

valentine’s wasn’t over yet, and diluc was sure as hell going to make sure you got that date

kaeya:

he laughs, his smile wide and his eyes teasing as he blinks through his tears

but then he sees the way you grimace and your eyes look anywhere but at him. he sees a sense nervousness and embarrassment wash over every inch of your face

he feels awful

kaeya hadn’t meant anything bad by his laughter. truthfully, he thought you were joking with him because, how could someone so utterly beautiful in every which way, someone so full of life, someone so perfect never have been asked on a date on valentines?

you were all he had ever wanted and more, and yet you weren’t even his

apologies come flying out of his mouth for a solid two minutes before you assure him it’s okay and, as expected, that stupid smirk appears on his face again

his hand is latching onto yours as he leans in close, asking you to join him on a date so he could make it up to you

and although he seems rather nonchalant on the outside, his heart is beating rapidly on the inside, begging you to accept so he could finally make you his

mona:

her mouth falls open at the sound of your response to the question

then it shuts…and then it opens again

meanwhile, you have to keep yourself from laughing too hard because of the way she currently resembles a fish

she huffs as she ignores your muffled laughter and tosses the pen she had been writing with to the side and gathers her papers on her desk

you’re still laughing, but her face is as serious and determined as ever

and before you know it, you were getting dragged out of her room and into yours. and your best friend tells you to get ready, as glammed up or as comfortable as you want

she was going to take you out on the best damn date of your life and maybe, just maybe, finally confess her feelings to you

zhongli:

his eyes widen in shock and he immediately sets his tea down to clasp his hands together

he’s silent, thinking carefully about what to say to your response to his question. honestly, he looks like someone had just murdered his grandma

deep down, he wants to ask why

but he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad never having a date on valentine’s

his hand aches to reach for yours and hold it tight in his. secure it with all his adoration and love for you, make you realize he’d do anything to take you on a date — valentines or otherwise

slowly, his eyes reach back up to meet yours and he stands, unclasping his hands and extending one out for you to hold

“if you do not mind, i would like to have the pleasure of being your first valentine’s date. and, perhaps if you enjoy it, you would consider allowing me to take you out again.”

xiao:

he scoffs — why were you even telling him this anyway? he didn’t even like valentine’s day so what does this have to do with him?

yet, he doesn’t miss the way his heart seems to skip a beat before pounding furiously against his chest

was he angry? upset? emotional? sad? he wasn’t sure but, whatever it was, it was not a good feeling

he masks whatever emotion it was and displays the most neutral expression he could come up with

because, no, xiao is not jealous and most definitely does not care

yet, as much as the adeptus claimed to hate valentine’s day, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit interested if it means he gets to spend the day with you

his eyes avoid yours and a small blush crosses his face as he offers a proposition:

“if you would like…maybe you could spend the day with me?”

kujou sara:

her arms cross as she leans sideways against the wall, staring directly at you as she scoffs

“who wouldn’t want to take you out on a date?”

shit

the general definitely did not mean to say that out loud

suddenly, she’s standing upright and stuttering left and right as you stand in front of her in shock

her hands are waving in front of her face sporadically as she desperately tries to explain herself

but then your silence turns into laughter and it feels like the world around her completely stops as you reassure her that it’s okay and that you’re actually quite flattered

embarrassed as she is, sara sighs and stares at anywhere but you, “i know it’s your favorite, so meet me at uyuu restaurant at 7 tonight. please don’t make me regret this.”

kazuha:

he offers a gentle smile and covers your hand in his own

“that’s okay, neither have i.”

you’re quick to ask him why, but he’s quick enough to ask you the same

you’re dumbfounded, but argue that you asked him first. and he explains, saying that he’s always preferred the wind and spending his time in nature rather than out on silly dates

and your eyes loose their shine a little, not only upset because you have to talk about the fact that no one had ever asked you on a valentine’s day before, but also because it meant you likely wouldn’t have the chance to ever go out with him

and he notices, because that’s just how kazuha is

“just because i said i don’t prefer to go on dates, doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy them. in fact, i would greatly appreciate it if you would join me at chinju forest later today. perhaps we could have a picnic and enjoy the scenery together?”

itto:

he gasps loudly, almost as if he’s in a horror movie and the killer just found him

it scares you at first, thinking that his sudden expression was not in reaction to your response, but then you realize itto was in fact reacting to you

it’s just his dramatic nature

his hand is over his heart and his eyes are shut, acting as if he’s in pain

“oh no! no, no, no! this just won’t do!”

and you laugh whole heartedly at him. a smile irresistibly tugs at your lips and your eyes are all wrinkled

and when you recover, itto’s looking at you with the brightest, most fondest look you think you’ve ever seen in your life

and it hits you: he was trying to make you laugh so that you wouldn’t feel bad

and then he’s all serious, but you can tell he’s really just nervous, “uh, hey listen, i can take you out…but only if you want! not that you have to or anything — no, no that would be uh…yeah!”

tighnari:

“valentine’s day is a rather trivial holiday. there’s no need to be so upset about never having had a date.”

your eyes fall to your hands as he says those words. not that he sees of course, seeing as he’s turned around at his desk, writing away at some papers

“yeah, no! i get it, you’re right,” you say. but your words don’t match your tone, and you hate how quick tighnari is to pick up on it

he sighs and turns around, still fiddling with the pen in his hand, but you don’t meet his eyes

you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way, that’s just who he is, but you couldn’t help the hurt you felt when he spoke

and then he sighs again. although, this time a small, but genuine, smile graces his expression, “if a date is what will make you happy, then i would happily take some time off from work.”

cyno:

he’s hesitant to respond

not because he finds it appalling that you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day, but because he’s simply not well versed in relationships or emotional comfort in general

his eyes stay focused on the ground and his fingers tighten against the barrel of his polearm

he’s so quiet that you’re not even sure he heard your response

and he continues to think for a few more moments before huffing and just saying everything outright

overthinking wasn’t the mahamatra’s style

so he asks you out to dinner that night. not out of pity either, just simply because that’s what cyno wanted

sure he wasn’t a fan of the holiday, but his feelings for you are certainly enough to make him want to celebrate it

childe:

his hand is intertwined with yours as you walk together down the streets of liyue

“wait so, you’ve never had a valentine’s date before? as in, this is literally your first one ever?”

you don’t respond. instead, you stare at the buildings around you and all the other couples adorning the different restaurants and gift shops

childe isn’t stupid. he sees the way you get uncomfortable and instantly regrets making the comment

he speaks softly, “i’m honored, you know? besides, you couldn’t get a better first date than me.”

you’re slapping his arm in a matter of seconds, trying to hold back your laugh, but acting angry nonetheless

but then you’re laughing together and you realize, yeah, it really couldn’t get any better than him

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Soulmates

Pairings: Knight!Natasha Romanoff x Princess!Reader

Summary: A silly dream you and Natasha shared as kids turns out to be your destiny.

Word Count: 5.05k

Warnings: Injuries — (broken bones, cuts, bruises)

Author’s Note: Another one that’s been collecting dust. At this point I’m just deep cleaning my drafts I hope you like it 💕

Mini-oneshots: Forever | Promise

Natasha and you had been raised alongside each other since birth.

As the royal heir you were born the kingdoms Princess, and would one day step up after your parents stepped down from their positions as King and Queen.

Meanwhile, once Natasha became of age her father began her training as she was meant to become the young Princesses Royal Knight.

Both of your families had always been close friends. Natasha’s father was your father’s best solider, so you and the redhead had practically grown up together.

The bond between your two families meant that you and the young knight spent a lot of time together. So much time that as you grew up, you and Natasha inevitably fell for each other and only continued to as you got older.

Your parents knew you two had something special from the gecko, but no one knew if it was just puppy love, or if it’d turn out to be the love story you’d only ever hear about in books.

That thought always took up a space in your mind, just like it was right now.

How you got so lucky to be the one in a billion to actually live one of those love stories.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Nat! Natty, wait for me!” you call out to the slightly older girl.

Natasha always teased you for being younger than her even if it was only by a few months. She stopped in her tracks and turned around, waiting a moment for you to catch up to her as your feet quickly patted against the pavement outside.

“Sorry, princess,” she gazed at you once you reached her. “I’m just really excited to see where our parents are taking us.”

Your cheeks flushed a pink tint at the pet name and your heart fluttered. People were supposed to formally address you as Princess since that’s who you were, but whenever Natasha called you that you both knew it had a different meaning.

Natasha always had such a soft spot for you. Some might call it puppy love, but both of your parents believed it was the cutest thing to ever exist.

As she had a couple inches over you, you had to latch onto her arm and lean up on your tippy-toes to peck her cheek. This time it was Natasha’s turn to blush.

“Well, now we can go down there together.” you said and gave her a sweet smile that made her heart double in beats per minute.

Both of your mothers playfully shook their heads to themselves as they made their way over to you, watching the interaction.

“She’s a smooth little girl.” Melina commented with a chuckle.

Your mother chuckled, “Yeah, I don’t know where she got that from because it definitely was not her father.”

You two on the other hand were completely oblivious of their presence as you became immersed in chasing each other around the castle garden, your loud giggles rumbling through air.

“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Melina laughed along with your mother.

The two women watched as Natasha caught up to you and pulled you into her arms. “They’re too cute.” your mother cooed and Melina nodded her head, smiling widely.

At some point Natasha had picked a yellow flower from the grass and place it in your hair with sophistication, admiring how it just accentuated your already beautiful features.

She brought you into a tight hug and dramatically pleaded, “Marry me, Y/n! Marry me so nothing will ever come between us and we can be together forever and ever!”

“Yes! A trillion times yes, Natasha! I will marry you even if it’s the last thing I do!” You theatrically declared, mimicking a woman in a television show.

Natasha pulled back and leaned in with her lips exaggeratedly puckered out way too far and cheeks puffed out so much they could’ve popped, but before she could reach yours she was lifted up into her father’s arms.

“Alright, you little player. You’re not quite ready for that one just yet.” Alexei teased the young redhead.

Natasha scoffed. “I am not a player! Y/n is my fiancé and I am going to make her my wife! I put a flower on it and everything!” she argued with a pout.

That was when your own father scooped you up into his arms and spun you around. “Aren’t you just the enchantress? You’ve got little Natasha all lovestruck and heart eyed. Poor girl.”

You giggled before you heard Natasha call out in annoyance. “I am not little!”

Amused looks spread across your mothers’ faces at the precious scene. At the time, no one knew that your’ and Natasha’s pretend was destined to become a reality.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

(Time jump to around 11 years old)

“Nat, are you sure you know we’re you’re going?” you asked, hesitation evident in your voice as she guided you by your hand through the trees.

This would be the third time you asked her this question, so she playfully rolled her eyes at your uncertainty.

“Yes, Y/n, I come here all the time after training. Stop worrying your pretty little head so much, you’ll give yourself a headache.” Natasha assured.

Normally her sweet talk would have you swooning, but this time you were too distracted by the uneasiness you felt about where you were. Natasha had dragged you out to the forest behind the kingdom, saying she had something special that she wanted you to see.

You two had snuck away when your parents were busy, so no one even knew where you were, but you of course agreed because you trust the redhead with everything you have.

“Okay, we’re here.” Natasha’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

You looked around in confusion, seeing nothing besides an abnormally large tree.

“What is it that you wanted to show me?” you finally spoke.

The young knight chuckled at your slightly furrowed eyebrows, “Follow me.” was all she said before beginning to climb up the tall tree.

“What— Natasha what’re you doing?”

“Come on, this is the only way you’ll see it.” she attempted to encourage you.

You were still very unsure about it so you just watched from the ground as she made her way up the tree. She eventually stopped and made herself comfortable on one of the limbs. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” you projected your voice up to her.

“Come on, Y/n, trust me! The view is beautiful from up here. It’s like you can the whole world!” Natasha called down to you.

You contemplated once more before finally giving in. You followed the path you had watched the redhead take and began climbing the tree. However, you had only made it about halfway when a branch you had grabbed onto began to snap.

Before you could even yell for Natasha like you had originally intended, the branch snapped completely and you yelped instead as you fell.

Your mind had barely registered the young knight calling out your name when you hit the ground. The air was knocked out of your lungs, but you noticed the sharp pain that shot up your arm the most.

“Y/n!” Natasha panicked, and when she heard you cry out tears she quickly made her way down to you.

The words to ask you what was hurting were on the tip of her tongue, but that question was answered when she saw you holding your arm and a few scratches on the side of your face.

Natasha didn’t know what to do.

You were sobbing and clearly in a lot of pain, so she lifted you into her arms bridal style and ran as fast as her legs would take her back to the kingdom without causing you any further discomfort.

Ignoring all the looks from passing townspeople, she bolted up the castle stairs and rushed inside.

“Mom! Mom, dad, where are you! Mom!” Natasha frantically searched every room for either of your parents.

They must’ve heard her shouting because they exited the meeting room and saw the young knight running straight towards them with you crying in her arms.

“Natasha, what happened?” Melina asked her daughter with furrowed eyebrows.

“I wanted to show Y/n this really nice view, but we had to climb a tree in order to see it. She didn’t even want to do it in the first place but I convinced her to, and she fell and I think she hurt her arm.” Natasha explained to the four adults as your father gently took you into his arms.

She began to tear up and followed them to the infirmary, “I— I just wanted to show her something I thought she’d like. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn’t mean for her to get hurt.”

Your mother placed a comforting hand on the young girls shoulder to get her attention, “It’s okay, Natasha. We know you’d never put her in harms way on purpose, but you did good bringing her back because now we can help her.”

Natasha wiped away the tears in her eyes, although it was no use because more began to fall anyway, “It’s all my fault, I’m the one who took her out there to begin with. She’d be okay if it weren’t for me.”

“Now, now, Natasha. Stop being so hard on yourself. I’m sure Y/n won’t blame you once she’s all patched up.” Your mother reassured, and she was right.

A couple hours later your parents informed the young redhead and her parents of your condition. The force of the impact when you hit the ground had broken your arm, and you had a few light scratches on your cheek that should quickly fade.

The doctor gave your parents some medication to help with any pain you had, and allowed them to take you back to your own bedroom. When Natasha was asked if she would like to see you she of course said yes, but couldn’t ignore the nerves she felt.

Would you be upset with her?

Your mothers led Natasha to your bedroom and opened the door for her to enter, but she hesitated. She felt as though her feet were glued to the floor.

“Are you sure?” the knight in training asked. “I don’t think she’d want to see me.”

Your mother crouched down to Natasha’s height to look at her. “Can I let you in on a little secret?” she said and Natasha nodded. “Between you and me I think you’re the first person she’d wanna see.”

The young girl sat with those words for a moment longer and contemplated before finally stepping into you room. When she reached your beside she realized that you were sound asleep.

Natasha’s eyes scanned the peaceful expression on your face. Your eyelashes just barely brushed against your cheeks, and your slow breathing was heard through the quietness of the room.

Her gaze traveled down to the white cast around your arm and a sense of guilt washed over her, but she tried to disregard that feeling and just focus on you.

She noticed a lock of hair that had started to fall in front of your face, so Natasha tucked it behind your ear. However, she regretted that decision when your eyes fluttered open and met hers.

Your lips pulled up into a small smile. “Hi, Natty.”

“Hey,” she practically whispered.

You frowned at her vague and quiet response. “What’s wrong?” you wondered.

Natasha sighed and let her eyes travel back to your injured arm. “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened when you said you didn’t wanna go up, and now you’re hurt because of me.”

“Hey,” you sat up and placed a hand over the young knights hand. Her heart skipped a beat at the contact and she met your gaze again. “It was an accident, Nat. I don’t blame you for this, and I’m okay now.”

“I know. I just hated seeing you in so much pain knowing I talked you into doing it.”

You looked at her with soft eyes that instantly calmed her racing mind. “Well you did carry me all the way back, so I guess that makes up for it. All of those extra hours you put into your training finally paid off.” you both giggled.

Maybe this whole situation wasn’t as bad as Natasha convinced herself it was.

“You wanna sign my cast? It looks kind of boring right now.” you asked.

Natasha smiled and nodded her head, looking around the room for something to write with. She spotted a red marker on your large dresser and grabbed it before returning to your side.

She gently took your arm into her hand and signed her name, attempting to draw a few hearts around it, but they just ended up uneven and lopsided.

Nevertheless, they were special.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

(Time jump to 16 Years Old)

“Mom!” Natasha called out as she rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping on the last step whilst she tucked her maroon button-up shirt into her black slacks. “Does this look okay? Should I try on a different one?”

Melina examined the outfit her daughter was wearing before smiling at her, “You look wonderful, sweetheart. Stop worrying so much, you’ll make yourself sick.”

“Are you wearing my pants?” Yelena said as he walked into the room alongside Alexei.

Natasha glared at her sister while slipping on the jacket and straightening out the collar of her shirt with the help of Melina.

“Your mother is right, honey. I’m sure Y/n will love it.” Alexei chimed in.

Today was your sixteenth birthday, and your parents thought it would be the perfect opportunity to throw a ball to celebrate this milestone. Everyone in the kingdom received an invitation in the mail, but the Romanoffs were obviously at the top of the guest list.

Natasha was no doubt nervous. She so badly wanted to make an impression on you, but would never admit it to avoid her family’s very unfunny jokes.

Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have to disclose that information in order for her parents and sister to know that she and the young princess always had a thing for each other, even as little kids.

“Oh, so that’s why you stole my pants.” Yelena smirked. “So you could impress your little girlfriend.” she spoke in a teasing tone.

The young knight rolled her eyes, “She is not my girlfriend.”

“Well I suggest you try to change that before someone else decides to sweep her off her feet.”

Before Natasha could retaliate Melina saved her the trouble, “Alright you two, let’s get going before we’re late.” She ushered her family out the front door and gave Natasha a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder.

~

People were still making their way inside when they arrived. Your parents stood at the entrance welcoming people into the castle, and their eyes lit up when they saw their most dearest friends walking up the steps.

“Melina, Alexei, Natasha, Yelena! You’re finally here, thank you for coming!” Your father greeted the family while your mother gave each of them a quick hug.

“You all look lovely tonight.” she said.

“Oh, the same goes for you two as well.” Melina returned the compliment.

Your mother looked towards Natasha, “Y/n is still in her room getting ready and should be down in just a few minutes, but you’re welcome to go find her if you’d like.”

Natasha nodded, “Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n.” she responded before moving past them to make her way to your room.

She knocked on the door and smiled to herself when she heard your comforting voice call out.

“Just a second!”

A few moments later the door opened and you stood face to face, “Nat!” you exclaimed happily and pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Hey, birthday girl.” Natasha chuckled. “Am I interrupting anything?”

You let her go and shook your head, “Not at all. I’m just about ready anyway.” you answered and returned to your spot in front of your mirror.

Natasha migrated further into the room and rested against your bed frame. “Well, you look amazing.” she said.

You turned to look back at her with a smile on your lips, “Thanks,” you replied and took in her attire. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

The young knight smiled and looked down while you went back to fixing your hair. Natasha tried her best not to stare, but that was proving to be difficult as she kept lifting her head to glance at you.

She decided to break the comfortable silence to distract herself. “Is now a good time for me to give you your gift? I know it’s not time to open presents yet, but I think it’ll look good with your dress.”

You looked back at her again, “Nat, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I knew you’d say that, but I wanted to.” Natasha moved to stand behind you before meeting your eyes through the mirror.

When she pulled something out of her pocket and gently placed it around your neck, you realized that it was a necklace, the charm attached shimmering in the light.

You looked down at the piece of jewelry in awe, “Oh Nat, it’s beautiful.” you said and turned around completely to face her.

“It looks even better on you.” she flattered. You couldn’t stop your cheeks from turning a light shade of pink and Natasha grinned at the effect she had on you.

It took a moment for you to gather your composure before taking her hand in yours. “Come on, there’s an entire party downstairs and I wanna see what kind of food they have.” you both giggled as you dragged her down the stairs and to the ballroom.

Hours later the party was now in full swing. You had received happy birthday wishes from so many people you lost count, and ate so many different desserts that you’d probably have a stomachache the next day.

When people began setting down their drinks to find space to dance, Natasha looked towards you and thought she’d take the opportunity to ask you to dance with her.

“May I have—” she started to say, but was interrupted when a young boy around your age approached you.

“Um, excuse me, Princess. Would you like to dance with me?” he asked, clearly nervous considering his fidgeting hands.

As much as you wanted to decline his offer, you felt obligated to accept as you were the kingdoms princess. You looked at Natasha with an apologetic expression and told her you’d be right back before following the boy.

Anyone that looked at the redhead would be able to tell she was annoyed— it was written all over here face.

So when she made her way over to her family, Yelena raised an eyebrow. “What’s up with you?”

The young knight sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, “Someone else decided to sweep her off her feet.”

All she could do was watch as you kept getting pulled away to dance with people. Whenever a song ended and you tried to make your way back over to her, someone else was by your side asking to dance. To both of you, it felt like forever before you were finally back together.

The song came to an end you were practically speed walking to where Natasha was standing off to the side in a successful attempt to avoid getting pulled away again.

“Hey, I’m so sorry. I swear they just kept coming out of no where.” you breathed out, gulping down your glass of water to catch your breath.

Natasha smiled and shook her head, “It’s okay, is it my turn now or are you too worn out?”

You playfully rolled your eyes and laughed, “Don’t be ridiculous, Natty.” you took her hand and led her to an empty space amongst other dancing people.

Her arms encircled your waist while yours wrapped loosely around her neck. Neither of you exactly knew how to dance, so you just gently swayed with the music.

The young knight found that the annoyance she was feeling early could no longer be felt now that she finally had you. She was too happy to focus on anything except you— but there was one other thing on her mind.

“Can I ask you something?” Natasha said.

You hummed, nodding your head. “Of course, Nat.”

She sighed contently and tightened her hold on you. “I think we both know that we’ve felt something for each other that’s more than best friends, even as little kids. I mean my parents still won’t let me forget about that time I asked you to marry me when we were what? Six?” she spoke and you both laughed at the memory.

“And I did say yes. Actually, if I recall correctly I was pretty enthusiastic about it too.” you giggled.

“Yeah, you were.” Natasha grinned. “But I wanted to know if you’d maybe wanna make our relationship official. You know, so I can be the only one you dance with at parties like these.” she asked hopefully.

You looked at her with a smirk plastered across your face and raised eyebrows. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Well— yeah…I am.”

You smiled and laid your head on her shoulder, “I’d love nothing more, Nat.” you said and your answer brought an even bigger grin to her face.

What you didn’t know was that your mothers were watching the scene unfold from across the room, sipping on glasses of expensive wine.

Your mother playfully shook her head, “Like true soulmates.” she spoke and Melina hummed in agreement.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

(Two years later)

“Do you have to go?” you said sadly.

You stood on the dock clutching onto the young knight as if she’d disappear into thin air if you let go while she held you just as tight. Both of your families stood around talking, watching the saddening encounter.

Natasha was about to leave for her first ever commission. It was an overseas assignment for her to prove her ability to protect the kingdoms Princess, so as much as she didn’t want to leave you, she had to.

The young knight cupped the back of your head with one hand and pressed her nose into your hair, basking in the comforting scent of your shampoo to soak up her last few moments with you before her departure.

“You’ll be okay, Y/n. Three weeks, and then I’ll be back with you again.” she assured.

“Three weeks without you is too long.” you said. You and Natasha had always been inseparable, so it was hard knowing that she’d be so far away.

“I know, princess, I know.” Natasha whispered into your hair. It was only when she heard you sniffle and felt tears wetting her neck that she pulled back to look at you. “Hey,” she cooed and cupped your cheeks.

“It’ll go by so fast you won’t even remember I’m gone. Yelena promised me she’d keep you company, and she basically is me because she’s my sister, so hopefully you won’t miss me too much.”

That made a small smile pull at your lips. “No offense to Yelena, but no one could ever compare to you, Nat. I’ll miss you so much, and what if you get hurt over there?” you said.

Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead, “I’ll be okay, princess. It’ll all be okay, I promise.”

Her thumbs swiped under your eyes to wipe away your tears before she closed the distance between the two of you and connected your lips.

You both knew you had to keep it short and sweet considering both of your families were still there.

“I love you so much, Nat.” you whispered.

She gazed lovingly at you, “I love you more, my beautiful girl. So much more.” the words fell from Natasha’s lips ever so softly.

You were unfortunately brought out of your little bubble with Natasha much sooner than you would’ve liked when over her shoulder, you caught sight of Natasha’s commander walking off of the ship and towards you.

He cleared his throat, now catching everyone’s attention. “I hate to do this, but the captain’s ready. It’s time to go, romanoff.” he announced.

Your heart dropped as you’d been dreading this moment.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be just a second.” Natasha said.

He nodded his head and walked back onto the ship.

The young knight turned to you and sighed, “I guess that’s my cue.” she said and you nodded in understanding.

Natasha let go of you to approach her family, giving her parents and a hug as well as your parents. She exchanged words with them that you couldn’t really hear before making her way back over to you.

She delicately cupped your face in her hands and pressed her lips to yours once again. You both poured all of your love and passion for each other into the kiss, knowing it’d be the last one until she got back.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. “See you in three weeks?”

“See you in three weeks.” she promised.

You let Natasha go and watched as she boarded. The ship departed soon after.

The castle suddenly became quieter for you with the young knight gone. You of course had to continue with your usual duties and responsibilities because life goes on, but it wasn’t the same without Natasha around.

What made it bearable was that you still had your parents to go into town with every Tuesday and visit all of your favorite spots like normal, conversing with the workers there that you’d become good friends with over the years.

Yelena kept her word and would hang out with you whenever you had free time to distract you from the thought of Natasha being overseas. Melina and Alexei were great as well and did whatever they could to help.

With all of that combined, everything turned out to be okay just like Natasha had said.

And the young knight made good of her promise to you because three weeks later, your father had knocked on your bedroom door, pulling your attention away from the book in your hands to inform you that Natasha’s ship had just returned.

You jumped out of bed so fast, not even bothering to mark your page as you rushed out of the castle and down to the docks. You probably looked like a madman with the way you were running, a huge smile plastered on your face.

But you didn’t care because you got to the docks right on time to see Natasha walking off the ship. When her eyes locked on you she grinned widely and dropped her bags to meet you halfway as you practically leaped into her arms.

~~~~~~~~

(Time jump a few years later/present day)

You turned off the faucet and shook your hands to rid them of dripping water before drying them completely with the hand towel hung on the wall. A gentle smile sat on your lips, one that hasn’t left your face since the night began.

It was the day that you could only dream of as a little kid.

Literally.

You opened the bathroom door and started to walk out, wanting to get back to the after-party before you missed out on too much of this important night when you felt a gentle grip on your wrist.

Whoever grabbed you had pulled you back into them so your back was against their front, but you didn’t panic too much because you immediately recognized the familiar cologne of your wife whom you just tied the knot with merely a couple hours ago.

She wrapped her arms arms around your torso and pressed a feather light kiss to your neck. “There you are, my love. I lost you there for a moment, I missed you.”

You giggled as her breath tickled your neck. “I was only gone for a few minutes, Nat.”

“A few minutes too long. But now that I found you, I can have a moment with you alone before we go back to everyone.”

You hummed and relaxed back into her, letting out a content sigh as you admired the shining ring that Natasha had slid onto your finger after vowing to you that she would spend the rest of her life by your side.

That this was forever like it was always meant to be.

“I can’t believe we’re actually married.” you whispered out.

Natasha smiled against you. “I know, it feels so surreal. Six year old me would be over the moon right now.”

You both laughed at that. It probably was true.

“You know our moms always called us soulmates.” Natasha said as she reached to take your left hand into hers, staring at the ring and smiling to herself at the memories coming back to her.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “They were right though, weren’t they?”

The redhead sighed happily, “They were.”

You two basked in each other’s presence in silence for a moment as Natasha pressed small kisses to any part of your skin she could reach. You giggled whenever her lips touched a ticklish spot.

“We should probably go back out there now. Before people start thinking we abandoned our own wedding.” you joked.

Natasha chuckled, though continuing her ministrations, “We can spare a few more minutes, right?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “No, we cannot. Because you’re going to get carried away and then we’re going to actually abandon our own wedding.”

The redhead groaned when you began pulling away from her, but you made it up to her by pressing a kiss to her lips which seemed to satisfy her for now before taking her hand and leading her back to the after-party.

“There you guys are!” Yelena said once she saw the two of you, “We’ve been looking for you. It’s time for your guy’s first dance.”

She dragged you both over to your parents where they were waiting.

You couldn’t help the smile that seemed to take over your face.

Everything was perfect as can be, and now you get to enjoy it all with your soulmate.

~ end ~

[jackles010378]

Confessions of the night...

Dean winchester x Y/n

No warnings, just pure fluff 💚

When it's Sam's turn to hook up and bring a women back to the motel room, you find dean sleeping in his car and invite him to sleep in your room.

Dean sat in the Impala, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. He had never been one to shy away from a good time, but this time was different. Usually, it was him who brought girls back to their motel room, but tonight it had been Sam who had hooked up. And it left him feeling a bit out of place.

After successfully getting rid of a wendigo, Dean, Sam and y/n went to the bar nearest the motel to let of a little steam. Y/n called an early night and left the boys at the bar. Dean wanted to walk y/n back to the motel but she told him to stay with Sammy and have fun.

Dean had caught the eye of a few women in the bar, but none had peaked his interest. What he didn't expect to see was Sammy playing tonsil hockey with a pretty brunette on his way back from the toilet. He stood frozen for a second but then had a proud look on his face as he thought to himself 'that's my boy'. Dean pulled his jacket off the back of the chair he'd been sitting in, momentarily interrupting the make out session between his brother and the girl sitting on his lap. He slid the room key over to Sammy saying "don't do anything I wouldn't" with a wink and a smirk.

As Sam and the girl disappeared into the motel room, Dean made up his mind to sleep in the Impala. Taking a swig from his trusty flask, he settled into the backseat, hoping the familiar scent of leather and oil would soothe his restless thoughts.

Meanwhile, Y/N, was making her way to the ice machine. Dressed in a t-shirt (that she had stolen from Dean) and shorts, she was surprised to see Dean sitting in the Impala in the dimly lit parking lot, she wondered if he and Sammy had had a fight after she had left them at the bar. She could sense his unease and decided to approach him.

"Hey, Dean," Y/N called out softly. Dean looked up, surprised to see her there. Y/N gestured towards her room. "You look like you could use a decent night's sleep. Why don't you come crash in my room? I promise I won't bite."

Dean hesitated for a moment, but the offer was too tempting to resist. He followed Y/N to her room, taking in her easy smile and the warmth that radiated from her. Settling in on the spare bed, y/n handing him a beer, Dean found himself opening up to Y/N in a way he rarely did with others.

As the night wore on, the two of them talked about everything under the sun - from hunting to childhood memories. Dean found himself drawn to Y/N's easy laughter and the genuine interest she showed in him. And before long, he found himself confessing his fears and doubts about their dangerous way of life.

Y/N listened intently, her eyes full of understanding and compassion. She reached out and took Dean's hand in hers, she moved over to sit by his side, the feeling of her by his side sent a rush of warmth through him. In that moment, Dean knew he had found someone who saw past the tough exterior he presented to the world.

As the night turned to early morning, Dean and Y/N found themselves inching closer together. Their shared confessions had forged a deep bond between them, one that neither wanted to let go of. And as the first light of dawn peeked through the window, Dean leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips. "So much for sleeping huh" y/n said as they broke away from each other, foreheads resting upon each other.

The kiss was soft and fleeting, but it spoke volumes of the emotions swirling between them. Dean pulled back, his heart hammering in his chest as he searched Y/N's eyes for any sign of regret. But all he saw was warmth and affection, mirrored in her gaze "took you long enough winchester" y/n said with a smirk on her face.

In that moment, Dean knew he had found something real and worth fighting for. And as he held Y/N close, he let go of his doubts and fears, embracing the possibility of a new beginning. Sam might have been the one to bring a girl back to the motel room, but tonight, it was Dean who found something truly special with Y/N.

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[jenscx]

DAYDREAMIN’ — kim minjeong x f!reader

being forced to marry someone was lunacy, or at least minjeong thought so. how could a mere stranger be her lifelong partner? it was simply impossible (well, not until you came along).

TAGS — fluff, pinch of angst, arranged marriage!au, ceo!minjeong, cold!minjeong, strangers to lovers, making out at the end, silly!yn

WORDCOUNT — 3.8k

you rub your hands gingerly around the ceramic mug filled with warm tea. your footsteps resound against the cold hardwood floors, the sound dampened by the fluffy dog slippers you were wearing. finally reaching the door at the end of the hallway, you take a deep breath and peer into the room through the crack left open.

“winter?” you whisper, scared to alert the girl working tirelessly at her desk. the woman perks up, an eyebrow raised as she shoots daggers at your cowering figure.

“yes?” her voice remains steely, cold.

the mug in your hands feels cooler than before.

“i made you some tea, it’s chamomile,” you say, nervously taking small steps closer to her. minjeong stands up from her desk, eyebrows furrowed and an annoyed look remains on her face.

she reaches out a hand to take the mug, her face scrunching as she feels the warmth of the mug.

“thank you,” minjeong replies quietly, taking her seat at the desk again. nodding, you turn around to leave. as your fingers swirl around the door knob, you hear minjeong’s aloof voice, “knock the next time you come in.”

your head swerves around.

“yes, winter.”

at the corner of your eye, you spot minjeong’s satisfied smile as she sips on the tea happily. an unfamiliar feeling blooms in your chest. it’s almost akin to pride. due to minjeong’s usual unfriendly and aloof nature, making her smile was abnormal. all you could do was savour the moment and go on with your day.

meanwhile, minjeong leans back in her office chair, taking in small gulps of the tea as her free hand works busily on the keyboard. she scrolls down, eyes catching the stray title of an email.

‘re: invitation to dinner.’

her eyes narrow warily. clicking on the email, minjeong reads the rough synopsis. after doing so, her hand inches towards her phone, dialling her father’s number hastily. for a few moments, the phone continues ringing. minjeong almost gives up until he finally picks up.

“good evening, it is quite late, minjeong.”

minjeong rolls her eyes. “i know but i wanted to tell you this in person. i do not want to attend that dinner.”

her father makes a noise of indignation.

“it is an obligation. you cannot reject this.”

“i can and i will, father. you have made me marry into a loveless marriage and you still want more?” minjeong questions incredulously, “i am afraid i do not have more to give. on sunday i will have a business meeting to attend instead. i am not available.”

the man on the phone sighs, “it does not matter. you have agreed to the principles of the situation. the union between our families have helped your company tremendously, have they not?”

minjeong scowls, but she does not deny that the marriage has helped her company flourish, “it was barely an agreement, more of a forceful acknowledgement.”

“then acknowledge this once more,” her father’s voice becomes more and more stern, “she is your wife. not a maid, not a random person who has barged into your life.” minjeong disagrees. you were quite literally a random person who barged into your life.

“does she not treat you well? do you not have the basic courtesy to show your own gratitude? or are you going to remain as cold as people make you out to be?” her father hits a soft spot. if there was one thing winter hated, it would be people judging her based on her looks. she admits, she does look rather unwelcoming at times. but treating her own wife as such, wasn’t that proof of her unfriendliness?

you hadn’t treated her badly, but she can sense the fear in your eyes whenever you interact with her, scared that somehow she’ll treat you like a stranger. it feels nice that even with your fear, you still try your best to make the most out of this situation. minjeong should do the same. it’s only basic courtesy, as her father said.

“i am sure that the girl we have chosen for you will make a good wife. this will not be a loveless marriage if you open your eyes.”

“fine,” minjeong says through gritted teeth, “i’ll see you on sunday.”

“of course you will. good night, minjeong.”

“good night, father.”

you could say it was the best sleep you’ve ever had. finally relieved the burden of annoying winter, you went to bed content and calm. stretching out your arms, you gaze at the clock hung on the wall. it was barely eight and minjeong was still awake at one when you visited her. maybe you could make breakfast for her before she wakes up.

huffing with determination, you get out of bed and ready yourself. after taking a shower, you head down the stairs, eyes squinting at the figure in the living room.

“good morning,” minjeong says quietly. she’s sitting on the couch, watching the news. you’re stunned at the sudden appearance of her. you didn’t expect that she would be awake at this time.

“good morning,” you finally respond, conscious of the way your cheeks burned. minjeong paid you no mind like always. walking towards the kitchen, your eyes widen at the food spread out on the kitchen island. you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

her voice reaches your ears gently, “thank you for the tea last night. i made you breakfast as a thank you.”

“ah…” you can’t stop yourself from smiling, “thank you.” even though you can spot some edges of the toast being burnt, you felt gratitude simmering at minjeong’s kind action.

taking a bite of the toast, you resist the urge to grimace at the smoky taste. minjeong looked genuinely concerned for her cooking skills. you reassure her by putting up a thumbs up. the tips of her lips twitch ever so slightly but you consider it a win.

as you’re devouring your breakfast, minjeong clears her throat. you turn to her, cheeks stuffed with bread.

“are you available on sunday?” she asks, “my father has arranged a dinner with our families.”

you try to recall if you had anything going on.

“yeah, i think i’m free.”

minjeong nods.

“what restaurant are we going to?” you ask.

your wife shrugs, “probably a random restaurant in a hotel. my father likes those.”

“don’t you have a meeting on that day though?”

minjeong’s eyes nearly protrude out of her head. “how do you know that?”

you laugh, “i saw your business calendar. it’s with sung hanbin’s company right?”

“yes,” minjeong notes your expectant look and adds on, “we’re discussing a potential partnership. he has a branch in china and we were considering expanding there.”

your genuine interest catches her off guard, “oh yeah! zhanghao! we have mutual friends.” minjeong hums. maybe your mutual friendship could help her company.

“interesting.”

you finish up your last piece of toast, letting out a pleased sigh. minjeong chuckles but the moment is disrupted by a notification ringing from her phone.

as she’s reading, her eyebrows furrow again. you withstand from smoothening them out.

“what’s up?”

minjeong groans, “stupid aeri wants me to go get dog food for her pets. cooper and lily are apparently protesting against the new kibble she bought for them.”

your eyes light up.

“do you want to go get it together? i wanna visit cooper and lily too,” you hastily inject, scared that minjeong would sense your excitement on spending one-on-one time with her.

“sure, whatever. i can’t believe she’s too lazy to get it herself.”

you giggle, “gigi’s probably just hanging out with somi or ning.”

minjeong bites the inside of her cheek hearing you call her friends using nicknames. it makes her stomach twist uncomfortably. you only knew aeri and yizhuo after meeting them at the engagement party, one that minjeong was unaware of. she had arrived home after a long day at work and right smack in the living room was a three-tier cake with balloons surrounding it. her friends had sprayed her with confetti and startled by the noise, you had rushed down from your room, thinking someone had broken in with the way minjeong was yelling.

it would have been funny if minjeong wasn’t the victim of a near heart attack. but after that, you had so easily started conversing with her friends, blending into their group seamlessly. maybe she was jealous of the way you managed to befriend people so easily while it took her a long time to open up to somebody. or maybe she was jealous that you were talking to them instead of her with that pretty smile of yours—

“right,” she mutters. unaware of minjeong’s inner turmoil, you beam brightly at her, “let’s go now if you’re ready?”

“yes, i’m ready. let’s head out now.” minjeong should rid herself of these weird thoughts.

you smile again. minjeong’s heart nearly stops. perhaps she’s going crazy.

“are you driving? or is mr lee driving us?” you ask as you put on your shoes. minjeong twirls the car keys in her hand, showing it off to you.

“you’ve never driven me before, are you sure i’m safe?” you tease. minjeong’s face turns a sheen of light pink, you think it’s adorable.

“i’m an excellent driver,” she states. you nudge her in the ribs as she walks to the garage.

she squirms cutely away from your attacks. you can conclude that your wife is ticklish.

or maybe everything she does is suddenly cute to you.

“how long is it going to take?” you ask while entering the car.

“around ten minutes, not long,” minjeong starts the engine, turning to you with a look of frustration.

next, she does something completely unimaginable.

reaching over your lap, she pulls the seatbelt down, fastening it for you. your cheeks instantly turn a bright red at her close proximity. you can almost feel her warmth, so unlike the coldness she exudes. it makes your heart flutter.

“do you normally not fasten your seatbelt? it’s dangerous,” she states, disapproval written on her face.

“i forgot about it,” you scoff, “but where did you learn how to flirt like that?”

minjeong temporarily pauses, eyes enlarged, “flirt?”

“you made my heart race,” you sigh, “c’mon, reaching over me to help me put on my seatbelt? that’s a k-drama move.”

your wife turns crimson. her icy exterior finally melts away.

“i— that wasn’t on purpose!” she splutters, turning back to focus on driving. if she doesn’t stop reacting so cutely, you might never stop teasing her.

you understand now why jimin had said she liked teasing minjeong for her reaction.

meanwhile, minjeong tries to calm herself down. she wasn’t flirting right? she was just trying to look out for your safety! if something happens, she wouldn’t want to take the blame for it.

maybe her heart did race when she leaned over you, but anyone’s heart would do the same! close proximity of another person always made her nervous.

noting minjeong’s pink cheeks, you decide to give her a break and instead start shuffling the songs in her playlist. humming to them throughout the ride, it makes the drive duration considerably shorter as minutes after, minjeong parks the car.

“we’re here,” she announces. after getting out of the car, you stare at minjeong, wondering when you got so bold with your teasing. normally, you would never dare to do this to her, scared of her reaction. but with the morning’s conversation and her changed personality, you were no longer afraid of her cold and aloof words.

“is this the brand aeri wants?” minjeong asks, pointing to a large bag of kibble seated on the shelf. you try to recall.

“i think so, she mentioned it before.”

minjeong nods. you try to pull it off the shelf, but the sheer size of it makes you tumble. warm, large hands immediately reach out to steady you, holding your body with care that you’ve never felt in your life.

“a-ah…”

your wife retracts her hands, but instead of putting them at her side, she places them on your shoulders, “are you okay?”

unable to say words without your voice shaking, you settle for a nod. minjeong removes her hands and takes the bag from you.

“be careful next time. let me carry the heavy things.”

you only follow her like a puppy. aeri better appreciate the kibble after all the heart attacks you’ve been through. first fastening your seatbelt, then doing this? was minjeong some sort of play girl that knew how to play with people’s feelings?

“—hey,” she flicks your forehead, “are you listening to me?” you stumble back at the impact, wincing from the pain. pouting, you ask, “what were you saying?”

“i was asking you if you knew what to wear on sunday.”

“oh, i haven’t decided yet.” minjeong takes her card out to pay. as you wonder about your outfit, the cashier swiftly bags the kibble and bows, “thank you! and you two make a cute couple.”

your eyes turn as large as saucers. minjeong stops, but sends a timid smile, “thank you.”

she carries the bag in one hand and grabs you with the other, leading you out of the store. if it weren’t for the interaction between minjeong and the cashier, you would applaud your wife’s strength.

“what was that?” you blurt out as you settle into the car.

“hm? are we not a cute couple?”

you can’t deny that.

minjeong laughs, a heavenly sound that you would cherish for the rest of your life.

your wife was a mystery, you admit. maybe you would be the one to solve her.

between the impromptu errand and the sunday dinner, your bond with minjeong had considerably become closer. slowly but surely, she was no longer stiff and reserved but rather… silly. her actions were strange and eccentric but in an endearing way. you couldn’t help but find her cute. with a stronger friendship, you learnt many things about your wife. apparently she was allergic to tomatoes, which is a fact you stored in your memory in case you cooked for her.

she also liked harry styles a lot. you feel rather envious the way her eyes light up and her smile stretches whenever she hears his music. her family is from busan and sometimes when she calls her mother, you hear hints of her busan accent slip out. minjeong had revealed that she slowly weakened her accent when talking to people in seoul, scared they wouldn’t understand her. after you complimented how attractive and sweet it sounded, minjeong started using it more.

you had also moved into minjeong’s room. after falling asleep in her bed countless times watching dramas, minjeong had just moved your clothes in hers. it was comforting having a warm body to cuddle up to. minjeong didn’t seem to mind anyway.

“winter,” you call out, “does this look nice?” another new development. normally, when you two used to go for family dinners and meetings, you would just put on any other dress and call it a day. but now, ever since winter had made an offhand comment about matching clothes, you decided to call for her opinion. minjeong was forced to sit on the bed and wait for you. as you twirl out of the walk-in closet, minjeong gapes.

“that looks,” minjeong gulps, “great.” you turn to her, grinning, “you look good too.” she stands up and fixes stray strands of your hair.

“you smell nice,” you remark, taking in minjeong’s scent. it was all over her. from the crook of her neck to her fingertips.

“it’s jo malone, jimin unnie recommended it to me.”

you perk up, “blackberry and bay, right? she told me to buy it too.”

minjeong scratches her nape, “i was just trying something new today.” you adore her timid and shy personality. behind all that coldness was just a soft and bashful girl.

she leads you to the car, opening it and greeting the chauffeur inside. you adjust the strap of your black dress. minjeong notices and helps you, leaving lingering hot touches on your shoulders.

the warmth of her hands makes blood rush up to your neck. you silently pray minjeong doesn’t notice the redness residing there.

“mrs kim, we have arrived,” the chauffeur says. minjeong opens the car door, assisting you in getting out. you enjoy the feel of her hand in yours.

“woah,” you gasp at the size of the hotel. minjeong groans, “i hope he hasn’t booked a room here for us.”

you smile, cheekily poking her in the ribs, “it would be fun staying here alone.”

“sure,” she snorts as you enter the hotel, beelining to the restaurant. the waitress at the front leads you two into a private room near the back and minjeong internally groans at how her father stares at your intertwined hands.

you take a seat, pulling minjeong to sit down beside you.

“you’ve finally warmed up, haven’t you?” minjeong’s father whispers.

she remains silent, unwilling to admit that somehow, you have managed to gnaw at the walls surrounding her heart, capturing it for yourself to keep. and somehow, it is so unlike her, that she wants you to keep it.

“how has marriage been treating you?” your mother asks.

you answer, “winter is really sweet to me. it’s nice being married.”

“winter?” your wife’s mother repeats. she turns to minjeong, aghast, “you do not let her call you ‘minjeong’?”

your wife, equally alarmed, instantly denies it, “of course not. we just aren’t used to calling each other’s names so casually.”

“but you are married.”

you mentally curse yourself for forgetting about how you still don’t call minjeong by her birth name.

“you mean to say that you aren’t close enough to drop the honorifics?” her father asks. minjeong repeatedly shakes her head.

“we are close, we just haven’t called each other by our names yet.” at this point, minjeong is digging your graves.

“no pet names either? back when your mother and i were first married, we had all sorts of names for each other! like ‘honeyboo’, ‘sweetheart’—”

you interrupt loudly, “okay, dad! we get it!”

minjeong’s hand slithers back into yours, gripping onto it for comfort.

“we’ll sort all these out later, but can we just eat first please? i’m starving.” your parents compose themselves while minjeong’s father glares at her.

your wife lets out a relieved sigh after they stop interrogating you.

“i’m sorry about that,” you mutter to her.

she looks at you, eyes gleaming with something akin to affection from below her long eyelashes, “it’s okay. we should have dropped the formalities long ago.”

“right,” you test it out, “minjeong.”

her eyes crinkle.

minjeong’s father eyes you weirdly.

“so,” he starts out, smirking, “you are finally attached to her?” minjeong groans. you had left to go to the washroom and her father decided to start questioning her.

“i realised that you are right.” no matter how shameful it is to admit, minjeong’s father was right. “i do like her.”

he grins proudly.

“have you told her?”

minjeong shakes her head. it’s ironic, the fact that you are married yet haven’t even confessed your affection to one another. it’s like you’re doing everything backwards.

“that’s fine, i booked a hotel room here specifically since i knew you would admit it,” he hands her the keycard. she nods.

your parents smile softly at minjeong. she feels a rush of affection at the familiar faces.

“thank you for treating our daughter well. she seems happy.”

“of course,” minjeong whispers.

the door swings open, you take your seat beside minjeong. she flashes you a grin, shaking the keycard in hand. you remember what she said about her father booking a room. laughter bubbles out of your throat.

“i think we’re done here for the night,” minjeong’s father says, “thank you for joining us tonight. let’s meet again soon.”

slowly, the group disperses, leaving you with just minjeong at the hotel lobby.

“shall we go up?”

the room is stunning to say the least. at the top of the building, it hosts a wonderful view of the city skyline. it’s even more gorgeous with kim minjeong standing in the centre of it. you didn’t get to tell her before but she looks absolutely jaw-dropping in a lavish, thin-strapped, dress. her brown hair complementing the white dress. it cinched at her waist, highlighting it, tempting you to wrap your arms around it.

“it’s beautiful,” minjeong exclaims, leaning over the balcony railings to gaze at the view. you slowly inch towards her.

“you’re more beautiful.”

even facing away, you catch sight of her rosy cheeks. it’s simply adorable.

“stop teasing me,” she whines.

“what?” you laugh, “i didn’t get to tell you properly but you really are the most gorgeous girl ever. i nearly fainted when i saw you.”

“me too,” she mumbles. you barely hear her. finally giving into the temptation, you sneak your hands around her waist, pulling her body flush into yours.

her soft gasp makes your head dizzy.

“y/n,” she whispers, making goosebumps rise up on your skin. you’re still not used to her calling your name.

“yes, minjeong?”

she spins around, hands grabbing at your shoulders for support. it sends shivers down your spine.

“i think,” she noses at your cheek affectionately, “i could get used to this married thing.”

“yeah?”

she hums.

you reach for her jaw, caressing it softly.

“you’re too cute, mindoongie. ah, i really like you. what should i do, hm?”

minjeong giggles.

“i really like you too.”

“mindoongie, my ice princess,” you sigh, leaning your forehead onto hers, “you’re just a softie after all.”

“only for you, y/nnie.”

you conclude your experiment. minjeong is indeed soft everywhere. her lips, as light as a feather, sends tingles throughout your body. unintentionally, your lips part for minjeong to slowly slip her tongue into your mouth. it feels like it’s meant to be the way your lips mould perfectly into each other. hands grasping for any more warmth minjeong could provide, you only pull her in even closer, savouring her taste.

every nip, every suck, it lights a fire of desire and affection in you. if being married to minjeong meant that you could do this every day, every hour, every second, it would be a dream come true.

eventually, you feel minjeong smile through the kiss and she pulls away, gasping to catch her breath.

“wow,” you say, eyes wide and chest heaving. minjeong’s no better. she guffaws and drops her head onto your shoulder.

“shut up.”

“who knew mindoongie was such a casanova? hey, let’s do that again.”

your wife turns away, cheeks blazing.

“i like you so much, y/n.”

you sigh, relishing in the after effects of minjeong herself. being married wasn’t so bad after all.

“i really like you too, minjeong.”

[liz-on-leash]

Secret Comeback

[Commissioned]

BLACKPINK × Male Reader (and the gang)

Rape, Hardcore, Gangbang, Girl On Girl (kinda), Oiled Up (kinda), Lots Of Creampie, Blackmail, Strangling And Choking, Breeding

5,758 Word

"Where... where are we?" Jisoo's voice trembled as she blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. The last thing she recalled was lying on a massage table, relaxing under the skilled hands of a therapist, but now...

The room was unfamiliar, lit by soft red lights, giving it an eerie ambiance. Jennie, Rose, and Lisa were there too, just as confused and vulnerable.

Their once comfortable robes were now open, exposing their half-naked bodies, and their wrists were bound tightly behind their backs with coarse rope.

"What the hell is going on?" Lisa's usually confident tone was laced with fear. Her eyes darted around, taking in the disturbing sight of multiple cameras mounted on tripods, red recording lights glaring back at her.

You smirked, stepping into the room, followed by a group of men, your gang, all grinning with anticipation. "Welcome, ladies. I trust you were comfortable at our spa?"

The girls exchanged horrified glances, their eyes widening as they realized this was no ordinary spa.

"You bastard!" Jennie spat, recognizing you from the massage parlor. "What have you done to us?"

You laughed, a deep, menacing sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Oh, Jennie, my dear, you'll find out soon enough."

You approached Jisoo, your eyes roaming over her exposed body. She wore only a skimpy lace bra, barely containing her pert breasts, and a pair of tiny panties that did little to hide the curve of her plump ass. Her long dark hair fell in disarray around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face.

"Such a shame to waste those pretty mouths," you murmured, reaching out to stroke Jisoo's cheek with the back of your hand. She flinched, trying to pull away, but her bound wrists prevented any escape.

"Get your hands off me!" She struggled, but it only served to emphasize the jiggle of her breasts and the sway of her hips, drawing your attention to her luscious butt.

"Oh, but I think we'll find plenty of uses for those lips," you whispered, leaning in close. "And that gorgeous ass too." With that, you delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek, leaving a stinging red mark. Jisoo cried out, her eyes welling up with tears.

Meanwhile, your gang members had surrounded the other girls, leering at their exposed bodies. Jennie, always the feisty one, glared defiantly at the man in front of her, but her eyes betrayed her fear.

Rose, with her delicate features and slender frame, trembled as a burly man ran a rough hand over her thigh, inching closer to her core. Lisa, usually so composed, was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, as a gang member pinched her nipples through the sheer fabric of her bra.

"Time to have some fun, boys," you announced, signaling your gang to begin.

Two of your men approached Jisoo, one grabbing her by the waist and lifting her effortlessly, positioning her so she was bent over, her hands still tied behind her. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and her ass was presented to you, ripe and inviting.

"No! Ugh! let me go!" Jisoo whimpered, her voice muffled as one of the men stuffed a ball gag into her mouth, silencing her protests.

You stepped closer, running your hand gently over her exposed buttocks, feeling the warmth of her skin. With an eager smile, you squeezed her cheeks, spreading them apart, revealing her tight, pink pucker.

"Such a beautiful ass," you whispered, leaning down to bite gently on one flesh, eliciting a muffled moan from Jisoo.

The other man produced a bottle of massage oil, pouring a generous amount onto his hands before reaching forward to rub it onto Jisoo's ass. He massaged the oil into her skin, his fingers working their way down to her thighs, making her squirm.

"Enjoy the attention, sweetheart," you said, watching as he spread her ass, exposing her to your gaze. You couldn't resist leaning down to deliver another bite, this time on the inside of her thigh, close to her most intimate place.

As the man continued to work the oil into her skin, you stepped back, unzipping your pants and freeing your hardening cock. You were rock-hard, eager to claim this helpless beauty.

"Now, let's see how well she can take it," you said, positioning yourself behind Jisoo. With one hand on her hip and the other guiding your length, you thrust forward, penetrating her wetness in one slick motion.

Jisoo's muffled screams vibrated through the ball gag as you began to pound into her, her soft moans and whimpers music to your ears. You reached around, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra, twisting and pulling at the sensitive peaks.

Across the room, you caught a glimpse of your gang members forcing the other girls to pleasure each other.

Jennie, her mouth gagged, was being held down by two men while Rose, her eyes brimming with tears, was forced to rub her pussy against Jennie's, their clits rubbing together as they both moaned in protest.

Lisa, her hands tied above her head, was being pleasured by a vibrator, her legs shaking as she was brought to the brink of orgasm over and over, denied release.

The sight of their suffering only fueled your urge. You increased your pace, slamming into Jisoo's tight cunt, your balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. She was yours, completely at your mercy, and the knowledge of it made your orgasm build rapidly.

"You're going to take my cum, aren't you, slut?" you taunted, reaching down to rub her clit in circles, sending her over the edge.

Jisoo's muffled screams intensified as her body trembled, her juices flowing around your jabbing cock. You felt her inner walls clench around you as she came, and it was too much for you to hold back any longer.

With a few more powerful deep thrusts, you emptied yourself inside her, filling her with your seed as your orgasm ripped through you. Pulling out, you admired your handiwork, watching your cum leak from Jisoo's pussy, her body still quivering from the aftermath of her climax.

"Now, let's see how the others are doing," you said, moving towards the other girls, your cock still semi-hard and glistening with a mixture of your cum and Jisoo's juices.

You signaled to two of your men, both well-endowed and eager, to take Jisoo to the center of the room. The bound beauty struggled, but it only made her captors laugh as they forced her onto her back, her hands still tied behind her.

"Time to enjoy the ride, baby," one of them growled excited.

Jisoo's eyes widened as she saw their thick cock, knowing what was about to happen. She tried to squirm away, but it was futile. With a rough move, one of the men grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs up and holding them apart, exposing her pussy to the room.

She begged through the ball gag, her voice hoarse, shaking her desperately.

The first man positioned himself between her thighs, gripping his rigid cock and slamming into her in one thrust. Jisoo's eyes rolled back as she cried, her body trembling from the force of his penetration.

The second man, equally merciless, knelt beside her head, his cock dangling as he freed her gag, slapping his cock against her cheek before forcing it past her lips, using her mouth for his pleasure.

You watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of Jisoo getting raped on both ends, her body a plaything for your men. Her cries and whimpers, her tits jiggling with each harsh movement, her mouth stretched around the man's cock. But your attention was soon drawn to Jennie and Rose, their cries of protest filling the room.

The two men holding them had grown impatient, their hands now tangled in the girls' hair, yanking their heads back, forcing them to maintain eye contact. Jennie and Rose were positioned facing each other, their legs intertwined, their pussies rubbing together as their captors demanded.

"Cum for us, you sluts, or we will make you suffer!" one of the men threatened, slapping Jennie's makeup-streaked face, leaving a red mark.

Jennie's eyes were wild, her body betraying her as she began to move against Rose, their clits rubbing together, creating a wet, squelching sound as their juices mingled. Rose, her face flushed, couldn't do anything but respond, her hips moving in rhythm with Jennie's, their sobs filling the room.

Their bodies gleamed with sweat, their tits heaving with each breath, and their pussies were now soaked, lips swollen and sticky as they slid against each other. The man's hands moved from Rose’s hair to her throat, squeezing lightly, adding to her desperation.

"Come on, you filthy bitches, cum for us," the other man barked, his hand moving down to pinch Jennie's nipple, twisting it roughly.

Jennie's eyes shut tight, her mouth opening in a silent moan as her body tensed, and she cummed, her juices gushing, soaking both herself and Rose. Rose, unable to hold back any longer, followed suit, her body shaking as she climaxed, her cries muffled by the man's hand over her mouth.

Their orgasms seemed to go on forever, their bodies trembling and convulsing as they rode the waves of pleasure, their pussies continuing to rub together, prolonging the ecstasy.

Your cock, which had been hardening as you watched, was now throbbing with need. You stroked yourself, imagining what you would do to these helpless stupid bitches next.

But your attention was drawn to Lisa, who was still tied to the table, her body writhing as the vibrator continued its relentless assault on her sensitive canal. Her cries were a mix of pleasure and discomfort, her thighs rubbing together in a futile attempt to escape the stimulation.

"Fuck... stop!" she yelled, her voice cracking. "You're fucking, ngghh— crazy!"

You sauntered over to her, your eyes taking in the sight of her exquisite sweaty body, her breasts heaving, and her pussy clenching and leaking around the cylinder vibrator.

"Shut up, bitch," you snapped, slapping her pussy, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. You did it again, and again, each slap making her cry louder, her juices splattering with each impact, her pussy lips turning a bright red.

"Stop! Fuck— It hurts, argh!" Lisa begged, her eyes pleading with you.

"You want me to stop?" you asked, leaning close to her ear. "Tell me to stop, and I might consider it."

Lisa hesitated, her body trembling. You laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I didn't think so."

With that, you kicked the table, causing it to collapse, and Lisa tumbled to the floor, her body landing with a thud. She wept, her wrists still bound above her, her legs splayed in a most indecent position.

"If the vibrator can't be in your pussy," you said, your voice low, "then it will find another home."

You crouched down, picking up a bottle of massage oil and a whip as you moved behind her. Lisa's eyes widened in fear as she realized your intentions.

"No, what the fuck did you mean..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

You chuckled, "You know exactly what I mean, Lisa. Because you're a whore."

With that, you grabbed her by the hips, pulling her ass up so that she was on her head, her ass presented to you. You wasted no time, bringing the whip down on her right side, leaving a stinging line across her soft flesh. Lisa screamed, her body jerking with the pain.

You continued the whipping, each strike landing with precision, turning her skin a rosy red. Her cries filled the room, a mixture of pain and humiliation.

When you were satisfied with the marks you'd left, you put down the whip and poured the oil onto your hands, warming it before reaching for her ass.

Your fingers glided over her wounded cheeks, smearing the oil across her skin, making her shiver. You massaged the oil into her, your touch cruel and rough, ensuring every inch of her ass was covered.

"Just fuck me…" Lisa submitted, her body shaking.

You tugged the vibrator out of her pussy, wet with her juices, and positioned it at her tight, puckered hole. With a smack, you plunged it into her ass, eliciting a scream that turned into a strangled gurgle as one of your men knowingly forced his thick cock into her mouth, holding her head in place.

As Lisa's body stiffened in shock, you lined your throbbing cock up with her pussy, gripping her hips tightly and buried your cock so deep inside.

Jisoo's ordeal continued as your men showed no mercy, their appetite for her body seemingly insatiable. One of the two guys positioned himself between her legs, gripping her thighs roughly, spreading them wide.

"Look at that sweet pussy. It's gonna feel so good when I fill it with my cum."

Jisoo's eyes widened in horror as she felt him thrust into her, his cock pounding into her wetness, stretching her with each violent stroke. The other man, not to be outdone, grabbed a belt from his pants and wrapped it around her throat, choking her as he forced his length into her mouth.

"Suck it, slut," he commanded, holding her head in place, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm.

Jisoo's body was a canvas of red marks and bruises, her once pristine skin now bearing the evidence of their abuse. She struggled, but it only seemed to fuel their lust, her cries muffled by the belt around her neck and the cock in her mouth.

"Your fans are gonna love this video," the man fucking her mouth taunted. "They'll see their perfect idol getting ruined by us."

The other man laughed, his hips slamming into her sore pussy with increasing force. "Yeah, and they will see you getting bred by us too. Wonder what they will think of their precious Jisoo with a belly full of our cum."

Their words were like knives, cutting deep into Jisoo's pride and self-worth. She wanted to deny them, to scream that this wasn't her, but the belt tightened around her throat, cutting off her air, reducing her protests to desperate gurgles.

The man in her pussy grunted, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. "You're going to take my load, you hear me, cunt?”

Jisoo's eyes rolled back as she felt him swell and pulse inside her, his cum filling her, each spurt a violation of her body. He pulled out his spent cock with their combined juices, only to be replaced by his partner, who wasted no time in claiming her pussy.

"My turn to plant my seed in this cunt," he snickered.

Jisoo's body trembled, her senses overwhelmed by the assault on her senses. She felt like she was being torn apart, her pussy stretched and ached, her throat bruised from the belt and the deep fucking it had received.

The second man's pace was harsh, his hips swinging into her, his balls slapping against her with each piston. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her bulging throat.

"You feel that, bitch? Feel how we're ruining your holes.”

Jisoo's eyes, filled with fresh tears as he pounded into her, his cock seeming to grow harder. Her body betrayed her, responding to the stimulation, her pussy clenching around him as he continuously slammed into her spongy canal.

"That's right, you're going to take my baby,” he heaved, "Walk around with my kid inside you, a reminder of what we did to you for being a teasing whore.”

His words were like a hammer blow, shattering any remaining resistance she had. Jisoo felt her body spasm around his cock, her orgasm ripping through her, her juices flowing as she came, her scream muffled by the belt still tight around her throat.

Meanwhile, you were lost in the sensation of Lisa's body, her tight pussy gripping your cock like a vice as you pounded into her from behind. Her wrists were still bound, and you held them in one hand, using the other to grip her hip, pulling her back onto your swollen cock.

"Fuck, ohh— your pussy is so wet. Bet it's fertile as fuck.”

Lisa's body was a vision of erotic torment, her back arched, her small tits swaying, her nipples hard and erect. The massage oil glowed on her reddened ass, which you continued to smack, leaving a stinging reminder of your possession.

"Oh shit— slow down… p-please," she begged, her voice hoarse from the cock that had been down her throat.

Laughing, you did the opposite of what she asked. Your strokes became more powerful, your cock plunging in and out of her, each withdrawal leaving her pussy lips stretched and spraying, only to be filled again.

Your hand left her hip, moving to squeeze and fondle her ass, your fingers dipping into the cleft, moving the vibrator stuck in her butthole in a circular motion.

Lisa screamed, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck— Eugh!”

Lisa's body betrayed her, her orgasm building as your fingers worked her asshole, your cock still pounding into her pussy. Her juices flowed, mixing with the massage oil, making lewd, wet sounds penetration.

As she cried out, her body shaking with release, you reached around, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her throat. The man who had been slapping and choking her, his cock hard, took this as his cue, gripping his girth and positioning himself at her mouth.

"Open up, bitch," his voice was harsh.

Lisa, her eyes wild with submission fear, had no choice but to comply, her mouth opening to take him in, her throat working to accommodate his thickness.

You watched as your own climax built. Lisa’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling as the man stretched her mouth wide, her red lips wrapped tight around his cock, sliding his hips in long strokes, invading deep inside her esophagus.

He groaned in pure pleasure, his hands on her head, holding her in place, deepthroating her a few more times before he cummed, his cock throbbing as he filled her mouth with his semen, his cum spilling from her lips, mixing with her trickling saliva.

You pulled out of her pussy, your cock slick with her fluids, and moved to stand in front of her, your cock throbbing with the need to to release but you held back.

"Look at you, what a filthy whore," you mocked, grabbing her face and forcing her to look into the camera. "You're a mess, covered in cum and oil, and you fucking love it, right? Admit it.”

Lisa's eyes were filled with shame and humiliation, but also a glimmer of defiance. "Fuck you..." she whispered, her voice raw.

You laughed, slapping her to the floor and going back behind her, yanking her hair. "Oh, I plan to, but first, I want you to know something." You leaned in close. "You're going be bred by me, by us, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

With that, you set yourself at her entrance again, not letting her hair go, your cock head pressing against her swollen slit. "This is for being such a slutty cunt," you said and buried your cock inside her in one smooth motion.

Lisa's body stiffened, shuddering, her eyes widening as she felt you fill her, your cock stretching her, your balls slapping against her stinging clit.

"You belong to us now," you whispered, "And we will make sure everyone knows it soon enough."

You continued to thrust into Lisa, your pace slower but each stroke more deliberate, designed to maximize her discomfort. With each withdrawal, you pulled her back, your cock sliding deep into her, stretching her to accommodate your girth.

Your hand still firmly wrapped in her hair, yanking her head back, asserting your dominance. Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her body limp as she hung onto the precipice of consciousness. The sensation of your cock sliding in and out of her was overwhelming, each movement causing her stomach to bulge slightly, a visual reminder of your possession.

Your grip on her hair tightened, and you leaned down, your lips close to her ear. "Are you ready to be my slut now? Want me to fill your womb? Huh?

Lisa nodded, her body trembling. "Yes, yes! please! Ughhh!"

You grunted, your hips pushing your cock as deep as it could go. You felt your orgasm building, an intense knot in your balls, and in a powerful stroke, you emptied yourself inside her, your cum filling her womb.

As you came, you released her hair, allowing her head to loll forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps. You withdrew, your cock sticky with her juices and your cum, and you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

Lisa's body was a mess, her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared, and her stomach slightly distended from your rough fucking. She was a picture of submission, her eyes glazed over, her lips parted as she struggled to regain her breath.

You grabbed a handful of her hair again, dragging her across the room towards Jisoo, who was in a desperate struggle for her life. The man behind her had tightened the belt around her neck, his face a mask of pleasure as he choked her, his hips thrusting into her mercilessly.

"Please... stop..." Jisoo's voice was a raspy whisper, her fingers clawing at the belt, her eyes wide with fear.

You slapped Lisa across the face, bringing her back to the present. Her eyes focused on Jisoo, and she cried out, "Jisoo! No!" Jisoo's eyes found Lisa, and she mouthed a silent plea, her face turning blue from the lack of oxygen.

You leaned down. "Want to save her?" you whispered, your breath especially hot against her skin.

Lisa nodded frantically. "Yes, please..."

"Then fuck her," you said, your voice cold and commanding. "Make her cum, or she dies."

With that, you shoved Lisa forward, and she scrambled on her hands and knees towards Jisoo. The man behind Jisoo released the belt, and she gasped for air, her body trembling as she struggled to regain her bearings.

"Jisoo!" Lisa cried, her voice filled with relief.

Jisoo, understanding what was at stake, wrapped her arms around Lisa, pulling her close. "I'm here... we'll get through this..."

"But how...?" Lisa asked, her voice trembling.

"By fucking each other," you said, your voice carrying across the room. "Make it hot, make it sensual, and make each other cum. Your lives depend on it."

The two women, their bodies bruised and covered in sweat and cum, looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and determination. Slowly, they began to kiss, their lips meeting in a desperate embrace.

Jisoo's hands moved to Lisa's tits, squeezing and kneading, while Lisa's fingers found Jisoo's clit, rubbing and circling the hardened bud. Their kisses deepened, their tongues dancing, tasting each other.

Jisoo's body arching into Lisa's touch. Lisa responded by grinding her pussy against Jisoo's, their swollen pussy lips meeting, their juices mixing as they rubbed against each other, their movements becoming more frantic.

You leaned against a nearby table, watching the two idols pleasure each other, their bodies glistening with sweat, their moans and cries filling the air.

"A group of horny sluts, that's what you are," you spat, "Make each other cum, or one of you dies."

Their kisses became more desperate, their hands exploring each other's bodies, their clits rubbing together, their pussies gushing as they brought each other to the brink of orgasm.

"Jisoo… Shit, I'm cumming, ngghh!" Lisa whispered, her body trembling.

"Oh God— Me too..." Jisoo responded, her voice cracking.

Their bodies convulsed, their juices flowing as they came, their moans of pleasure echoing, their release captured by the cameras for all to see.

As you watched the two women, your gaze shifted to Jennie and Rose, who were enduring their own torment.

Rose was positioned on top of Jennie, her pussy grinding against Jennie's face, her hands pulling at Jennie's hair, forcing her to eat her out.

Rose's body trembled atop Jennie, her pussy clenching around Jennie's face as she rode her tongue, her juices flowing. Jennie’s face buried between Rose's thighs, lapped and sucked at Rose's sweet folds, her hands gripping Rose's hips, holding her in place as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

"Eat that pussy properly, bitch," one of the men said, his hand gripping Rose's waist, guiding her movements. "Make her cum, or you will regret it."

Jennie's tongue worked feverishly, her mouth filled with Rose's essence, her own body aching in pain.

The man's threat was not an empty one, as Jennie knew all too well. She had already felt the sting of his fist on her stomach when she'd momentarily paused to catch her breath.

"Fuck, yes..." Rose moaned, her body arching, her hands gripping Jennie's hair, pulling her closer. "Don't stop, Jennie..."

Jennie redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking and probing, her nose nuzzling Rose's clit, her breath wheeze against her sensitive flesh. Rose's moans grew louder, her body trembling on the edge of release.

Meanwhile, Jennie's own body was being used by the other men in the room. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy exposed and vulnerable, as two men double penetrated her, their cocks stretching her painfully..

"This slut's pussy is so tight," one of the men grunted, his hands on Jennie's hips as he pounded into her. "Bet it's gonna be even tighter once we're done with her."

The other man, his cock glistening with their juices, his cock sliding along her slit, tearing her wider. "Yeah, and she's going to be loose as a rubber once we're finished."

Jennie’s pussy stretched to its limits, her senses overwhelmed by the dual assault. She could feel her orgasm coming as she began to move against the cocks inside her, her hips thrusting back to meet their strokes.

Jennie's eyes rolled back, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. The man in front of her reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud, sending her over the edge.

"Fuck, no— ohhhh!" Jennie cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy spasming around the cocks inside as she cummed, her juices flowing, soaking the men's cocks and thighs.

The men didn't let up, continuing to jackhammer into her, their pace fast.

Jennie's eyes widened in horror as she realized their intention, but her body was beyond her control, her orgasm still rippling through her, her pussy milking their cocks.

Rose, meanwhile, was nearing her climax, her body shaking as she rode Jennie's face, her moans growing louder. The man holding her reached down, his fingers joining Jennie's tongue in her pussy, rubbing her clit in circles, sending her over the edge.

"Oh, fuck!" Rose cried, her body stiffening, her juices gushing onto Jennie's face as she came, suffocating her teammate.

The man on the right quickened his pace, his cock swelling against her inner walls . Jennie felt him swell and pulse inside her, his semen filling her, his cock throbbing as he cummed into her unprotected womb. The man on the left followed suit, his cock twitching as he filled her pussy with his own load, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Jennie's body trembled, her pussy aching, her juices mixing with their cum as they pulled out, leaving her spent and violated.

Rose's cries mixed with Jennie's muffled moans, their bodies a tangle of limbs and sweat, their orgasms went as the men continued to use them.

One of your men, his cock still hard from fucking Lisa, approached you, a can of beer in his hand. "Think you'll let these bitches go after this?" he asked.

You laughed, taking the can from him and taking a long swig. "Of course not. They're gonna be our playthings for a while yet. This is just the beginning."

You gestured to the cameras. "This video will be Blackpink's biggest comeback, but it's a secret comeback. And after this, we will keep them, make them perform for us, and record it all. A weekly show for our fans."

The man's eyes lit up with excitement. "Fuck yeah. Let's make these sluts our personal porn stars." You clinked your can against his, sealing the deal with a sinister laugh.

[yanderefarm]

yandere!king x prince!reader part 2

cw;; manipulation?

here we go... more emil content. this one goes out to u emil lovers. i promise I'll give him more content including a part 3

"marry me. or die."

those words bring a chill into the room, their weight heavy on your chest. your eyes widen in horror as it really settles in exactly what that insane man is asking of you. your mind wanders to your sister and you wonder if she ever felt this soul crushing weight when she first got his proposal.

finally you will yourself to speak. "is that allowed? we're both men."

the king hums in response, his pen tapping idly against your father's desk. "you need not worry about the details. all you have to do is agree."

you dropped your gaze to your lap, feeling the shiver climb up your skin. "...i want more information."

emil's head tilted to the side curiously. "and if I don't want to give it to you?"

your thumbs twiddle as your brain grapples for words. you know that you have no power here, you possess nothing that he cannot take with force. while you want to at least get his promise not to hurt your family you know that without power of your own nothing stops him from doing whatever he wants. he has a stacked deck. you can feel tears start to well in your eyes but you force yourself to stop. you take in a deep breath.

"you can do as you please. i can also do as i please." you finally speak, your voice clearly hesitant.

"oh? but I thought you loved your family." he put down his pen, his full attention on you.

"yes, i do. i will do whatever it takes to keep them safe and nothing more." you forced your chest forward holding yourself tall.

emil got up from the desk, his eyes not leaving you for a moment as he made his way to your side. each footstep was deafening like thunder shaking you to your bones. it felt like an overwhelming force putting pressure on your chest, trying to crush you under him. when he finally reached your side it was hard to breathe and you were shaking despite all your attempts to steel yourself. his long fingers slipped under your chin before jerking your head to meet his gaze.

"then you'll marry me...?" he said it like a question but you both knew it wasn't.

"if that's what it takes."

his thumb ran out over your bottom lip. "if I demand more of you?"

"i will do everything you demand and nothing more."

you had clearly drawn a line in the sand. if you had to marry him it would be a loveless marriage where you gave him the bare minimum. truly Emil would have preferred that from that other woman but now with you and your blatant denial of your affection...

"if i demand your love?"

"...i will do my best to act like a loving husband."

his hand gripped your jaw firmly as he bent down to get his face inches from your own. "i don't want you to play pretend."

you swallowed hard, losing your resolve more by the moment.

before you could speak; "i want a kiss."

"wh-what???" you stared at him like you weren't sure you heard him correctly.

"i want you to kiss me like you love me."

emil pulled his hand away with a smug smile on his face, content that he had made you drop your bravado. he barely resisted laughing at your silence. meanwhile you were still shaking, fear and adrenaline pumping through your body. you were keenly aware that he was mocking you, he didn't expect you to go through with it. you stood up from your spot, your shaking hands grabbed emil's broad shoulders and...

your faces jammed together roughly, noses squished against each other and your teeth pressing against each other's. not romantic. but you kissed him.

you went to pull back but he grabbed your shirt and pulled you back into a proper kiss. it was softer, a lot less nose crushing and teeth knocking. you could actually taste some kind of jam on his lips this time. it wasn't unpleasant.

emil practically threw you on the ground when he pulled away. you were expecting him to be smug about how you didn't do it right but when you looked at his face he was blushing and looking away from you. he was... embarrassed? it was kind of cute.

it wasn't exactly power but it gave you some feeling of ground to stand on. "if you promise my family's unconditional safety i can put forth more effort."

it was his turn to be silent as he tried to gather his bearings. he finally looked at you, a small smile on his lips. "is this what passes for leverage nowadays?"

"if it has value to you then it becomes leverage against you."

"spoken like a true ruler... should I draft up the contract?" his expression was more playful like he was talking to an equal.

"let's work on it together."

[iluvapplesxh]

☞☞☞ Love Me Right ☜☜☜

summary: You felt like you were forever the problem, and you couldn't give Billie what she needs. Whereas she is determinded to prove you wrong.

warnings: angst, fluff (?), my writing, !english is not my 1st language!

A/N: went through all of Reneé's and half of Billie's songs while writing this :)

Billie watched you from afar-literally across the room-with a puzzled and worried expression on her face. Her chin was resting on the palm of her hand, arm propped up on the table she was sitting by. Her teeth nibbled at the soft tissue on the inside of her cheek as she watched your almost empty expression as you stared off into space, sitting on a random chair in your apartment.

Meanwhile, thousands and millions of thoughts ran through your mind while you sat there, jaw clenched tightly, expression hard seemingly glaring at a random spot on the wall.

You’ve been like this for a while, just thinking about…everything. 

That ‘everything’ mainly consisted of your fight with Billie an hour or so prior. You’ve been through this a hundred times, not with her, Gosh no. She was perfect. In every way possible. Obviously, you were the problem once more. Or…at least that was what you told yourself.

But the fight was so stupid. You were stupid. But maybe it was because you were scared, scared of your worst fears coming to life. Fears such as Billie choosing someone else over you. Someone better. Someone who didn’t have problems. Someone who could give her the world, which you couldn’t.

The apartment was mainly quiet, the only sounds filling the silence were the soft ticking of the clock and the soft music coming from the gramophone, sitting neatly on a dresser in the corner of the room. The music was gentle, quiet, a complete contrast to what was going on inside of your head. The words, those phrases which were being thrown at you. By those Goddamn voices. Paranoid. Useless. Whiny. Needy. Clingy. Jealous. Second choice. Broken. Empty….

It was all making your head hurt and spin. The lump in your throat growing bigger and the rock in your stomach sinking lower and lower. Like your intestines were tangling up in a horrible and tight way, making you nauseous.

But there were no tears escaping your eyes like one would expect to. No. You were dried out. Literally no tears left to cry.  

Billie’s worry only grew by the second. She’s never seen you like this. You were always so happy and full of life. Who would have thought you were such an actress?

Her blue eyes traced over your tense figure, your knee bouncing rapidly, the dull padding of the sole of your shoe against the rough wooden floor. Your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, providing a little shelter from the world.

She couldn’t just watch. What kind of girlfriend would that make her? But then again, she had absolutely no idea what to do. To say. To think, even. Her own thoughts were messy. Did she say something during the fight that triggered something from the past? Did she yell? Was she too harsh? 

There was so much she didn’t know but oh so desperately wanted to. 

Another minute passed by in silence and Billie just couldn’t take it anymore. She stood abruptly, taking a deep, shaky breath before striding towards you. You didn’t look up, didn’t even move an inch-other than your still bouncing leg-when she stopped in front of you. It was like you were there but, somehow at the same time, you weren’t.

“Baby?” 

Her voice was soft, gentle as she spoke for the first time in an hour. When you didn’t respond, she placed both her hands on your knees, crouching in front of you. 

“Hey, come on.” She murmured softly, thumbs stroking your knee. “Talk to me”

Again, no reply.

Billie sighed and dropped her head, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips. She looked up again, her eyes studying your face. “Please, baby. I’m sorry”

At her apology, your mind muffled the voices, her soft voice echoed now instead. ‘I’m sorry’. Your eyebrows furrow and you look down at her, shaking your head. “N-No. Don’t…Don’t apologize” You whisper softly, seemingly pleading with her.

She let out a little breath of relief when she heard your voice, but her relief was gone when her brain registered your words. She sighed once more, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. “Okay, okay. I won’t.” She nodded slowly, her words aimed to assure you. “Just tell me what’s going on. What’s wrong?”

You stayed quiet. You didn’t know how to voice it. You couldn’t. When your lips parted, ready to speak, no sound came from your throat and you shut your mouth again.  You took a deep breath, swallowing hard but the lump doesn’t go away, no, it stops your breathing just for a moment, making you gasp out. 

Billie stands, her hands leaving your knees and reaching for your cheeks, cupping them softly, delicately. Her hands were warm against the soft skin of your cheeks. “It’s okay. Take your time, hm?” She shushes you gently, her hold on your cheeks making you look up at her.

Maybe that was all it took. It was her gentle, afraid touch that made the dam break, tears you thought were no longer there filled your eyes as your lips trembled. “I’m sorry” Your voice was quiet, barely reaching Billie’s ears.

Billie feels her heart squeeze in her ribcage, her chest feeling heavy. “No, baby” She shakes her head, the pad of her thumbs wiping the tears that you let fall. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Just talk to me” 

You looked at her for a moment before a sob escaped your throat, your hands reaching up to grip her shirt in your hands. Your head hung low as it fell from her hold. Billie could feel her own tears building up as she stepped closer, pulling you close and cradling your head against her torso, hands stroking your hair while you sobbed into her.

It was a mere ten minutes, that felt like decades with her holding you close as you cried, confusion clouding Billie’s brain, before you let out a final breath and pulled back, eyes not meeting hers. “I…”  Your voice was hoarse, rough after crying. You cleared your throat as your hands let up their vice grip on your girlfriend’s shirt, instead now fiddling with the hem of it.

Billie sayed quiet, waiting for you to speak. It didn’t matter how long it took you, she’d stay there all night if she had to.

You inhaled sharply, your tongue darting out to wet your chapped, swollen lips. “I’m….I shouldn’t have accused you.” You spoke finally, voice barely above a whisper. “I was…I was scared” You felt tears welling in your eyes again but you blinked them away. “I-I… I should have trusted you. I know you would never-....”  

Billie’s actions stopped your apology, her hand cupping your chin, her hold was so soft like she was scared you would disappear if she touched you any stronger, she tilted your head up to look at her. “I know. I know, hon. But this is not about that, yeah? “ Her tone was one full of confusion and sympathy.

Your teeth bit into your bottom lip while you shook your head. 

She nodded slowly, her blue eyes searching yours for something before she spoke once more; “mhm, so ‘M’gonna need you to tell me. Okay, baby?” She nodded her head along to her words, her free hand reaching up to push a strand of hair, which was stuck to your tear-streaked cheek, and place it gently behind your ear. “I think there is something that has been really bothering you, and I think we should talk.”

“Okay”

A soft, small smile appeared on Billie’s lips before she let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding. “Yeah? Let’s go sit somewhere more comfortable, hm?” You nodded at her words and she stepped away the slightest bit, one of her hands reaching to hold yours, fingers interlocking as she helped you stand from the chair. She guided you towards your living room couch. You sat down, knees pulled up to your chest as she sat beside you, arms immediately wrapping around you and pulling you into her.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple moments, just enjoying the silence and ignoring the problems. After a while, Billie’s hand rubbed your arm and she spoke up. “Tell me” 

Your breath caught in your throat when you realized you’d have to open up. You weren’t very good at that. In fact, you didn’t think you’d ever have to, you could just stay closing everything up until  you can cry it out at night. 

Billie’s hand gave your arm a gentle squeeze and that kind of eased your nerves, but it didn’t make it any less scary. “I just…I’ve never…” You took a deep breath, deciding to just let it all flow out. “I’ve never been in a…happy relationship, and-...and I know that sounds corny but, it’s always been so hard to…keep up with my past partners, make them happy, constantly changing myself for…-to be what they wanted me to be” Your speaking was a little muffled by your head being tucked tightly against Billie’s chest, but that didn’t stop her from hearing and feeling every word. Anger built inside of her, as well as sadness. But she stayed quiet.

“It’s always me who’s the problem in the end” 

The pain in your voice as it cracked could have killed Billie on the spot. She held you tighter against her, her own head resting on top of yours. “You aren’t. You hear me?” Billie tilts her head down and plants a lingering kiss on the top of your head. “In fact, there is no problem, okay? It was just a misunderstanding.” She mumble against your hair.

“Yeah, but..-” 

“No.” 

Billie’s head shook side to side. She screwed her eyes shut for a moment. “Don’t say that about yourself. You’re perfect for me. There is nothing I’d change about you” She pulls back and looks you in the eyes, gosh those red puffy eyes tugged at her heart strings.

You bit your lip again as you gazed up into her blue seas.”There is so much more someone else could give you, Billie.” Your hand reaches up and evens out a wrinkle on her shirt on her chest. “You deserve the world and so much more, and I can’t give you that”

Billie shook her head, a serious look in her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed and she grasped at your hand which was reaching up, she took it and placed it on her cheek. “No, baby. You are my world. You are everything I need and more” The lump in your throat from earlier formed in your throat once again, tears springing into your eyes. “And if you can’t see that right now..” She pauses, turning her head to kiss the palm of your hand. “I’m going to make sure that you do” 

Her hand, which stayed on your wrist as your hand cupped her cheek, squeezed softly and you nodded. The tears fell once more and she was quick to wipe them away. “Thank you” Your small voice made her smile a little and she shook her head, leaning down and pressing her pink lips against yours gently. You inhaled sharply before kissing back, your eyes fluttering closed. The kiss was soft, passionate and filled with love. A promise.

When you pulled back, Billie rested her forehead on yours, her eyes never leaving yours. “I love you” The words made you gasp softly before a smile was on your face.

“I love you, too”

Your tears have dried up. There was no reason to cry. Not now when she was here. She was here and she was never letting go. She was going to show you how it feels to be loved. She’s gonna love you right. 

A/N: my reqs are open if anyone's interested! stay safe <3

[sugar-omi]

suggestion from *this anon <3 it spiraled off the suggestion bc im crazy... but this is so good.. had me worried my period started🥵

DAY SEVENTEEN — Cuckolding [ sam + others ]

tags : NSFW, bottom + gn reader, multiple choice dialogue, cuck sam, outdoor sex, oral sex (reader & character receiving), fingering, mean dom sebastian, switch abigail, creampie, degrading (towards sam), mention of face fucking

synposis : even though you’re sam’s partner, he loves seeing you have sex with other people, mostly sebastian and abigail. the way they treat you, fuck you... seeing how you cum around another mans dick and the way you eat abigail out like you're starved. and the way he's only allowed to watch, hardly allowed to cum... he's obsessed with it.

[ kinktober '24 masterlist | ao3 ]

cuckold!sam who looks forward to friday night with the gang. you get together, play a little pool, watch sam lose to sebastian terribly every single night, and let loose with a few cheap beers from gus.

it's fun, it's become a ritual between the four of you and it's one you'll continue for days to come...

it's also ritual for the four of you to make it back to your farm and let abigail and sebastian have their way with you while sam watches, stroking his raw cock so hard and fast as he feasts on the scene of abigail holding your legs while she eats out your sloppy pussy / ass, her tongue carving it's way through your insides as she strokes your clit / cock.

and sebastian is patting your cheek, telling you to wake up and focus, that his cock isn't going to suck itself, rubbing his tip against your lips and urging you to open up.

you take all of the pleasure they're giving you so willingly, without a single complaint or an inch of resistance. moans fall from your lips, sending vibrations up sebastian's cock and running through him like lightening.

meanwhile, cuckold!sam is confined to the chair facing your bed, spilling his nth load in his hand while he watches sebastian use your hole like a cocksleeve and abigail uses your mouth for her pleasure, grinding her drooling cunt against your tongue, hand in your hair and burying your nose into her bush, telling you how cute you look with those watery eyes and buried nose deep in her cunt.

and as always, the night ends with abigail and sebastian helping you sit in sam's lap, taking his spent cock into your sloppy insides and kissing him, sharing the taste of abigail's pussy juices with him, invading his lazy mouth with your tongue and bouncing on his cock with sebastian's help.

on some nights, like tonight.. sebastian will cum inside you, telling sam he needs to use his hips better. he has to fuck all~ of his cum of you, he can't do that if all sam can muster is pathetic jerks of his hips.

the two of you are a drunk, sex blown mess, and it's only what seems like seconds before sam is cumming inside of you..

sebastian helps you off sam's length, letting you lay against his chest. sam's cock gives weak, pathetic spurts of cum, hanging between his legs pitifully. sebastian tuts, slipping his fingers into your pussy / ass, making you whine. "look at how little you came.. if you can only fill y/n with this much.. doesn't that make them mine?"

sam whimpers at the thought, his cock throbbing as sebastian seals your parted with a kiss.

cuckold!sam who whenever he loses a game of 'journey of the prairie king', he has to watch abigail kiss you, taking your full attention with a slow, intense kiss, her hands roaming across your body and under your clothes as she coaxes you into a french kiss, her body gravitating towards your lap.

it almost makes sam cry. he wants to kiss you.. he wants you to sit in his lap and let him touch you, feeling up your body with his hands and grinding against each other...

cuckold!sam who ends up losing another round of 'journey of the prairie king' and has to watch abigail pull your clothes off, and fondles and traces her fingers over every inch of skin revealed.

he's terrible at this game, and with every loss, you lose more and more of your clothes until you're down to your underwear.

his heart is pounding, both from the adrenaline of the game but also the scene in his peripherals.

you're finally down to your underwear, and abigail slowly pulls that off of you until your drooling sex is exposed... your gorgeous pussy clenching around nothing / your cock hanging heavy, drooling pre..

abigail urges you to lay down on her bed, and now all sam can hear is your moans.. he's so hard, his cock straining against his jeans so painfully that he can't possibly focus.

abigail is behind him, eating you out / sucking you off so well that he has you trembling in her hands, and at her request, sam's name is falling from your lips so beautifully.. he feels like he could cream his boxers right now.

but he isn't allowed to look, and he isn't allowed to stop playing and touch himself either.

cuckold!sam finally gets a bit of relief when sebastian pulls his cock out of his jeans for him, his chest against sam's back, arms wrapped around him and his chin on his shoulder..

"focus on the game, sam." sebastian's lower voice purrs into sam's ear, sending a shiver up his spin and making same's face contort as he tries to focus.

sebastian carefully, so as not to spook sam, unbuttons his jeans... running his hand over sam's bulge to tease him before he pulls down his zipper, trying to open up sam's fly without making him move and disrupting the game.

the character dies anyway, and sam respawns, gritting his teeth as sebastian pulls his cock out, stroking him in beat to sam's firing.

"c'mon, rockstar.. you can do this." sebastian encourages, "don't you wanna win and fuck y/n?"

that's the whole point of this little game you're playing. for cuckold!sam to earn the privilage to fuck you. but unfortunately, he can't get past level three.. and so now he has to watch abigail fuck you with her strap, sebastian stroking his cock and every time sam is so~ close to orgasming... he pulls away.

"ah ah, i know when you're about to cum sam, you can't trick me." sebastian scolds, stopping all movement to dig his fingers into sam's hips to halt his bucking. sebastian bites sam's ear, tugging on his lobe with his teeth..

"you'll be allowed to cum when you can win another level. keep playing, pretty boy."

cuckold!sam who simply has a thing for getting his friends "sloppy seconds." he loves eating you out and fucking you when sebastian creampies you..

loves getting high with the gang and him and abigail watching sebastian face fuck you, bullying his cock down your throat and telling you to just open wide and watch your teeth so he can get off.

cuckold!sam who loves when abigail fucks you with her strap, telling sam that she can fuck you better and that he should just watch.

cuckold!sam who gets hard just from sebastian telling him that you and him are going to go to the other end of the tide pools and he knows that means you're going to have sex. he knows and yet he watches you two disappear into the darkness, behind some of the bushes and trees.

and his heart is pounding the entire time, his cock straining against his jeans.. and he feels like he could cum just seeing you to rejoin the group, sebastian adjusting his jeans and you're walking a little funny, slowly following behind sebastian...

cuckold!sam who pulls your pants down after the moonlight jelly festival is over and sees sebastian's cum staining your underwear and he fucking moans at the sight, flipping you around so you're pressed against your front door and diving into your cunt / ass, tasting everything sebastian had to offer.

cuckold!sam who cums into sebastian's fist and sebastian acts like his cum is filth. dirt in his hand. tells him his cum is only for accessory and that sam doesn't know how to fill you or use his dick properly.

that his pitifulness in the bedroom is why he loves watching other people fuck you, because he can't do it himself and he needs to see how sex is done properly.

cuckold!sam who can't even do your wedding night properly... he feels like something is missing.. he.. he needs to watch you have sex with someone else, this isn't enough for him anymore..

bonus:

cuckold!sam who sees how well you get along with Alex, watching you guys play volleyball on the ginger island beach and something clicks in his brain when he sees alex pick you up so easily and tries to throw you into the water..

asks you with an obvious erection if you like Alex, and if you think he'll agree to fucking you and letting sam watch…

the three of you sneaking off to the abandoned house on the west side of the beach and Alex holding you up as he pounds you ruthlessly. tears slipping down your eyes from the way Alex presses you against the rugged cabin with his body weight, his arms wrapped under your thighs and his cock bullying your g spot perfectly.

[fairlyang]

Silly Games 🏹

w/c: 517

pairing: kate bishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. horny for kate in a suit, can’t help it, she’s always strapped up (canon in my heart), road head, teasing

a/n: something short bc i’m losing it rn 😭

you were in the passenger seat with kate driving, per usual, as you were stuck in the New York traffic, trying to get to a fancy restaurant for a date.

you were getting antsy, annoyed and worst of all, horny. of all the things kate could have worn tonight she wore that black suit that always had you feeling hot and heavy. She just looked too fucking good in it and you couldn’t handle it.

so when you started to rub her thigh and occasasionally going up further she wasn't at all surprised but she had to keep her focus on the road even if you haven't moved in five minutes.

you squeezed her thigh then inched up even higher which only had her biting her lip and trying to stay calm. you always seemed to make it impossible.

that was when an idea popped into your head and you just had to do it.

you quickly unbuckled your seat and then turned your body over to her side, lowering your head as lowly as you could while she freaked out and stuttered out all kinds of words to get you off, but you were stubborn.

so you quickly undid her pants and moved her seatbelt a little higher so it wouldn't get in your way. meanwhile she tried to slap your hands away, desperate to get you back in your seat but then you pulled her strap out and it was a done deal you were getting what you wanted.

you quickly got to work on it, spitting on the tip and letting it drip all the way down before stroking it and immediately taking it in your mouth. kate was still freaking out, she was begging you to get back up because you were bound to get caught but it went in one ear and out the other.

you started taking more in your mouth while she continued to complain, “babe i literally can’t even feel it so there’s no point-“

you quickly pull away to respond because that’s just insane, “then why wear it in the first place huh?” you mocked and rolled your eyes.

“you know damn well you get off on these kinds of things don’t even pretend.” you murmur and stroke it in your hand.

“f-fuck- baby- we can wait- fucking shit, you’re always so stubborn.” she groans, making you grin.

“yeah and what about it?” you tease before putting it back in your mouth and going all the way down until you felt it in your throat.

she let out a moan and at that point she couldn’t even hide it.

“f-fine- just for a bit but once we move we are done with your silly games.” she mutters and grips the steering wheel.

and just because of that response alone, you pull away, let go of her cock and sit back up in your sit making her groan and start taking deep breaths. “such a fucking tease-“ she grunted and shook her head.

“you’re fucking getting it later.” she warned as you looked at her, “damn i sure hope so.”

[sanspuppet]

PAIRING: ot8 idol!Ateez x manager afab!reader

W/T: unprotected sex, public sex, orgy, double penetration, anal sex, creampies, handjob, blowjob

actually writing an orgy was way more tough than i expected 🧍🏻‍♀️i hope this turned out well anyways

2K words of pure filth

@bro-atz here is it :) i hope you’ll still be doing fine after this lmao

Honestly, the view looks mesmerizing. You’ve never seen so many dicks at once, jerking all off to you as all ateez members can’t help but get feral at the sight of your naked body. “Isn’t she so pretty? Our favorite girl seems enjoying herself now.” Mingi kneels in front of you, raising up your chin while the other hands keeps stroking his fat cock. “Lookin so ready to take all of us… fuck” Yeosang adds, whimpering when a sharp shiver goes down his pelvis. Some of the members are sitting on the small couch right next the door of the practice room, looking at you along with quick glances at the dicks near to them. “What the fuck are we waiting? If someone ain’t gonna fuck her now, i’ll go first” Wooyoung points at you with his usual silly behavior, little thing out of note is that he’s palming his balls at the same time, his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows hard from pleasure. Mingi chuckles, even if they act like it’s an ordinary situation, you’re mind still has to elaborate how the fuck did y’all happen to be naked inside the dance practice room. “I’m gonna take her first, Yunho? Come here bro” Mingi turns around to search for the man, who was already getting closer to you two as soon as Mingi knelt before. The man in front of you looks at you again, moving you to sit on his lap as he lays on the floor, the coldness makes him shiver under your body. He groans deeply when your wet sticky folds rub against his erected cock, that’s pressing against his lower abdomen. Yunho comes from behind, kneeling between Mingi’s legs, his big hands cup completely your butt cheeks, spreading them to get a better look of your soaked cunt. “Fuck, such a pretty pussy you have, doll” Yunho slides a finger along with your wet cut, sweet whimpers roll out of your tongue. Most of the other members groan, everyone has taken his place where they can watch you three having your moment. When you tilt your head to make your hair fall back on one side, you notice Hongjoong trying to make eye contact with you, as Seonghwa who’s sitting next to him pumps his dick at a fast pace, the squelching sound coming especially from them can be heard easily in the room. You sigh with a slight smirk: “So eager to cum, aren’t you Hongjoong?” You move your gaze to the man that’s pleasuring him, Seonghwa bites his lip as he busies both of his hands. Hongjoong can only relieve a quiet giggle to prevent a loud moan. Your attention is dragged away when you feel Yunho rubbing his tip along your folds, before moving an inch up to reach your asshole. He struggles a little to slide inside of it at first, but as soon as his cockhead penetrated you, he can’t stop pushing himself further inside. You hold onto Mingi’s chest, scratching his abs with your long nails, he looks at you from beneath, giving you cocky smirks. “You’re not stuffed full enough baby, let me help it.” His big hand grabs his dick, pressing the tip of it at your throbbing entrance, even though it dives in without many problems, sharing your stomach with Yunho’s crotch isn’t as easy too. “Fuck, it’s squeezing me so much” Yunho grips your ass harshly as the pace speeds up, impatient to feel more friction. Meanwhile, in the background, San and Jongho are being the loudest, clearly enjoying themselves, stroking their length faster as the pleasure gets more intense. Less to say it, being pumped by two big cocks like the ones that are inside of you, is something insane yet so fucking amazing to feel. Mingi holds onto his heels, while thrusting into your pussy with eagerness, deep groans escape from both of them, while they worship you. Not so long after, Mingi cums into you first, the grip on your waist gets tighter as he shoots his seeds deeper. And right after that, at the feeling of his warmth filling you completely, you orgasm too, squeezing helplessly your holes more intense than ever. “Fuck! Suckin’ in my dick so well- ‘m so close” Yunho, seconds after paints your insides white. By now you’re sure that you’re looking fucked out, well quite obvious after those two men literally gave you the best fuck ever.

You can’t even recover properly that Jongho stands up, heading towards you: “My turn now, gonna fuck your little mouth.” Mingi and Yunho sit on the floor next to the couch, after taking a few sips of water from their bottles. You kneel in front of Jongho, as soon as he’s in front of you, you wrap your hands around his strong thighs, your mouth’s already brushing against his cockhead. “Mmh yes, open up, pretty girl” In less than a few seconds you’re swallowing his dick, forcing yourself to inhale the air from your nose as you feel on the verge of choking with every time his tip touches the back of your throat. “Oh my fucking god- what a good slut you are” Jongho whimpers pleasantly one your tongue reaches for his balls. You didn’t notice someone has taken place behind your back until it raises your ass up, making you go on all fours as you keep sucking on Jongho’s dick. “Wanna have my way into you too, baby.” Yeosang’s voice is so deep that you swear you throbbed right in the spot as soon as he spoke. You try to nod but the only thing that comes from your mouth is a gag, making all the men chuckle. “Yeah, she wants you inside as well” Wooyoung smirks down at you, before landing his eyes on Yeosang’s cock already sliding into you. Jongho doesn’t takes much to cum, he got extremely close to his climax every time you choked on him, until he couldn’t take no more. He suddenly pulls out, stroking himself quickly while looking down at you. “Tongue out, gotta let you taste it.” As soon as you open your mouth, loud moans roll out, unable to hold them back because of Yeosang’s dick hitting perfectly all the right spots. Ropes of thick cum land all over your face when Jongho cums, his high pitched moans surely sound the best. He pats your forehead and smirks down at you, before moving to the members to have their turn. There you see Hongjoong standing up, his cock twitches and swirls as he smears his precum all over it while walking over you. “Ahw, you look so pretty with your face painted with cum.” You barely look at him, you squeeze your eyes shut, once you feel your second orgasm approaching too. You let out pathetic slutty moans and heavy breaths, as Yeosang speeds up his pace to get the both of you to your climax in a few seconds. “Fuck! I’m cumming! Yeah keep clenching like that, so good!” When Yeosang becomes loud, everyone other start jerking off faster, admiring the view eagerly to see you reach your high again. Yeosang pulls out, spreading your ass cheeks to see better his cum leaking out of your aroused cunt. “Fuck… so hot”

As soon as Yeosang stands up and walks away from you, Seonghwa takes his place. “Don’t worry baby, i’ll give a… little rest. All i wanna do is just eat you out” He leans over you to just give a kitten lick on your stuffed pussy. You raise your head, giving a quick look at Hongjoong’s dick, before turning your head to Wooyoung, who immediately walked over you. “Well if you’re gonna busy yourself with her clit. I’m gonna take her ass, i can’t fucking wait no more.” You feel exhausted yet you couldn’t even think of stopping. You look at him with a sly but tired smile. Seonghwa lays beneath you, his head’s facing your crotch while you can stare at his erected cock by just moving your head down. The two other men penetrate you at the same time, yet Wooyoung starts immediately with a sharp, quick pace, that forces you to swallow hard the dick in front of you. “Oh fuck! So tight, just as i thought it would be.” Wooyoung seems desperate to cum, probably he was already close and just wanted to release his load into you. Hongjoong thrusts in your mouth slightly, holding your chin to remember you to look up at him. “So perfect, I think we ain’t gonna last long, am i right?” He asks, glancing at the man behind you. You don’t catch Wooyoung’s reply, your mind at this point has gone blank, Seonghwa is so capable of using his tongue the right way, thing that you already figured out by watching him on stage. Every single moan he lets out, feels like the better vibrator ever, that slowly makes the knot in your stomach intensify again. In one quick move, Wooyoung does a final, rougher than ever thrust, making Hongjoong hit the deepest spot in your throat, as if it wasn’t enough, Seonghwa automatically sucks hard on your clit, swirling his tongue around it. All this ends with you being stuffed full again of the two men’s sperm, your own cum’s leaking out mixed with the others’ previous cum. Only one member’s left. You looked for San, who’s sitting on the couch waiting for you with patient. He chuckles at the sight of your red, puffy cheeks and your fucked out expression. San takes a bottle of water in his hands, before heading towards you as the other members rest on the couch again. “Here baby, take a sip and regain yourself. I’ll wait for you.” He offers you the bottle, then sits behind you, jerking off while having a close look of your swallowed pussy. You rest your chest on the floor, breathing deeply as you try to recover. Even the other members slowly start to dress up again. After a couple minutes, you stand up again, holding onto your wrists. “Are you ready?” San looks up at you, pressing slightly his tip against your entrance, impatience suddenly flowing into his body, wanting to slide in. “Y-yeah” you lowly nod, looking back at him with a smile. San doesn’t wait twice to pump into you, the wetness of your walls making it easy to thrust. “Mmmphh… feels too good kitten” he grips your ass, smirking at the red marks that the other members left before. He then gropes it softly, in contrast with his rough pace. “Yeah, just keep it for a few other minutes, you did so well for us.” Yeosang chuckles in a corner, everyone has still their eyes kept on you. “What a gentleman, San.” The only thing he gets as a reply is a pleased sigh from the man behind you. His thrust are become sloppier with every each one. You bite your lower lip, eager to make the both of you come, you clench intensely around him. San goes crazy at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him as you squeeze his dick. “Im gonna cum soon baby, get ready” a hand moves down your abdomen, searching for you clit. Once he founds it, he starts to draw quick circles with his thumb, his pumps are matching the pace. You lay on your elbows, feeling your fourth orgasm approaching too. San leans over your back, leaving messy kisses on the back of your neck. He groans loudly, sliding in and out slowly to focus better on the warmth and wetness of your tight pussy, which not long after makes him cum.

Another load is being shot inside you, this time filling you completely as he had to pull out the exact same second he started to release. You collapse onto the floor, without even realizing you’ve soon fallen asleep.

[bunnisari]

Miguel Ohara who has a City girl girlfriend! who LOVES going out with her bestfriends but she be testing him with the outfits she be wearing I’m talkin bout titties popping, ass out, outfits and like one night she goes too far, and like he fucks her..

Yeah. 🤷🏾‍♀️

PAIRINGS ✩ — miguel o’hara x black!hyperfem!reader

WARNINGS ✩ — drunk!reader, tummy bulge,edging, smut stuffff, didn’t proofread so excuse mistakes xx

THE sound of the City Girls blared from Miguel’s phone. His thumb pressed down on the phone, pausing your story. Your 24 inch black straight hair laid down your back. Your boobs were on the verge of falling out of your dress, your cuban link chain glistened under the light of the flash. He lifted his thumb up, allowing the video to continue playing. He watched as your friends shows your body all off to the camera, your ass cheeks hanging out and all. He can see the tattoo of his last name on the underside of your ass cheek, followed by the scar of where he first ever bit you.

He asked for you to not go out tonight, not in the mood to be defending the city at night and worried about his girlfriend who couldn’t stay away from a good time.

He clicked and clicked through videos, you chugging a drink down with your bestfriend, some random guy doing the worm to Poundtown, tons of angles of you singing R&B songs.

The next video was what set him off – you needed to come home now. You were drunk and giggling, bent over a stool as your best-friend took a jell-o shot off of your ass. A few college boys were recording as well, horny as hell.

Miguel was already fed up with you, your outfit being way too revealing.

You could wear whatever you wanted of course but, showing others what’s his..? Nah. Not gonna slide. He finds it amusing, he’s paralyzed you so many times with his dick, you’d think you’d be able to respect his wishes. But you just had to disobey him.

He spammed your phone with multiple calls that went to voicemail, many replies to your story, and many imessages.

Meanwhile, you just pulled up to another club with a bigger group than you arrived with. At this point you were fucked up, shaking your ass anytime you bent over. You were feeling a bit horny tho, missing your strong man so much.

“Ughhhh I miss my mannn” You dramatically throw your head back.

“Um speaking of your man he’s been blowing your phone up for like 30 mins” You best friend laughs as she nodded her head to the muffled music playing from outside the club.

“Oh oh oh! Where is my phone” You frantically looked around you, turning the flash on your phone to see the dark…. wait the flash on your phone?You looked up at your right hand, giggling at the coincidence. You were holding your phone the hold entire time.

“Man am I wasted!?” You asked out loud, walking into the club cheering with a random burst of energy. You immediately walked to the bar, Latch by Disclosure playing loudly. Your phone vibrated once again as you sat at the bar.

BIG DICK🧛🏽

11:35 PM

Bring your ass home.

Right now Y/N i’m not playing.

11:43 PM

Answer your phone.

I told you not to go out.

Answer.

12:31 PM

Okay Y/N.

Omw.

READ 12:56 AM

Oh fuck.

He was on his way like right now. You scrambled to check his location, it took a couple seconds to reload. Just then it refreshed, his contact picture right on top of your best-friends location.

“Let’s go” A deep voice rumbled into your ear.

“Mig-” Your whines were cut off when your arm was snatched up by Miguel. “Wait” You followed behind as he dragged you out of the club.

“Ba-by wait..” You tried to come up with an excuse. You thought Miguel had a mission for the night and you meant to hide him from your story.

“Get in the car and shut up Y/N” Miguel opened the passenger door. You shut your mouth, knowing that if you just listen, you’re punishment wouldn’t be as harsh.

Miguel walked to the other side of the car, opening his door but his movements halted when you whispered out something inaudible.

“What?” Miguel looked over at you with anger. “I left my .. purse with B/N (bestfriend name)… and it’s like designer… can you get it?” You looked over at him with teary eyes. Miguel just started at you for a moment, you’re gonna kill him.

He sucks in a deep breath before getting out of the car, closing the door to go get your purse.

He soon came back to you sleeping in the passenger seat, shaking his head.

Thirty minutes later, you’re getting carried bridal style. Miguel carried your heels,purse, and the house key in one hand. His other hand firmly holding your weight.

He swung the penthouse door closed with his foot, taking you to the bedroom. “Mig?” Your pouty whiney voice called out. “Go ahead and rest mama, you’ll be up allll night tomorrow”

“Mhmmph” You muffled out into Miguel’s shoulder as he pounded his lower half into you. “F-fuck! Fucking gripping me” Miguel hissed as you clenched against him. “Harder” You pant out, body getting squished into the mattress.

“Harder baby? Yeah?” He smiled down at you, such a fucking whore.

This was originally supposed to be punishment for last nights actions but, knowing Miguel he can’t resist you.

“Yeah” You smile back at him before your eyes rolled back as he delivered a punch to your cervix. “Ahh..shitt” Miguel moaned out as he could feel himself so deep in you. He looks down to the bulge that appears everytime he thrusts inside you. “Feel me ma? I’m right here s-shit” Miguel presses his hand on the bulge.

“I’m cummingg” You tapped his arm, clenching around his hard length. “Not yet pretty” He slid out of you. “You were bad remember” He sickly smiled down at you.

“Nooo” You whine out in frustration, “M’sorryyy I told you this!”

“Prove it to me that you deserve it then” Miguel say up against the headboard, dragging you on top of him. Your hand stroked up and down his cock before you slid down onto him.

“Fuck” You whimpered in unison. You placed your hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily. “C-can’t move”

“Yes you can pretty girl. You can take it cariño” He placed a kiss on your chin before slowly moving you up and down. You followed his guidance, throwing your head back in pleasure. “Just like that mama,” He lets go of your waist and slapped your ass before growling out, “Good girl”

“Make us cum and maybe i’ll forgive you”

[mazikeenhyde]

All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery - Part 2

POLY JUDGMENT DAY – 18+ - MINORS DNI! 

WARNING – FULL ANGST  - FIGHTING (PHYSICAL&VERBAL), CHEATING, DRUGS, ED, DOMVS SUB etc 

WRESTLER-READER (female)  X WWE JUDGMENT DAY – RHEA RIPLEY, DAMIAN PRIEST, DOMINIK MYSTERIO, FINN BALOR 

-Part 2 -

Finn and I had gotten back home a lot later than I expected, we had trained for a solid three hours in a local gym. He mainly focused on the weights section and training his already perfect abs. Meanwhile I was imagining Dom’s face on the punching bag and let all hell break loose, as I knocked the ever-loving shit out of it repeatedly, cussing the twat under my breath. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Dominik with all my heart, I loved every single one of them. But at times Dom could be such a dick, especially since the whole Liv Morgan storyline had started. He was different, he acted like a whole new person at times. I could sit back and close my eyes just imagining how much I would love to just throttle him until he begged me to stop, except when he would be pleading with me, I wouldn’t… not at first anyway. 

As we made our way into the house it was dark, the lights were all off and the hallways silent. Kissing my forehead Finn quietly turned and crept upstairs as he was ready to shower and crash in bed. Same routine as ever for me, I needed to get a drink of water and have a moment to myself before I could turn off for the night. 

Making my way into the kitchen I reached out and flicked on the undercounter lights, knowing full well they wouldn’t be half as bright as if I turned on the main one. I didn’t want to disturb the others who I imagined were all fast asleep, but I was wrong. 

The second the light came on a dark figure leaning against the kitchen Island, mere inches in front of me came into full view. It was Rhea, and she was pissed. 

Her eyes, like dark inviting pools you could easily drown in glared down at me as she stood with her arms crossed. Adorning her black skinny jeans and laced corset top her fingers tapped against her skin, running her nails along her bicep. 

“Don’t Lie to me y/n.” She stated, bluntly, calmly and without any emotion. 

Stepping to the side I spotted a small wooden box behind her, and I recognized it all to well. It had been hidden in my bedside cabinet. It was private, and I knew the only person who had found out about it, obviously couldn’t keep their mouth shut. 

“little cunt” I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes for a second, but I was rather sharply bought back into reality as Rhea lunged herself forward, wrapping a hand around my throat and pushing me back, pinning me against the kitchen wall behind. Her grasp around my throat tightened and her eyes burned a whole wave of fury like I had never witnessed before. 

A part of me was terrified in that moment, the other part a little turned on. But the fear was definitely winning. 

“I’m not playing with you y/n.” Rhea spat out as her other hand slammed against the wall right next to my face. 

Her grip around my throat loosened as she took a tight hold to the front of my hoodie instead and threw me forward, tossing me straight into the kitchen island. I fell forward, stomach taking the full impact as I braced over the counter and paused trying to catch my breath. Rhea came up behind me and taking a handful of my hair pulled me back up so I was standing again and whispered in my ear. 

“Open it.” 

But I dare not, I knew what she would say, and she would never understand. 

“No.” I muttered silently, full of fear yet I knew the contents of that box needed to stay secret. 

Rhea seemed genuinely surprised by my response for a second as her grasp on my hair got tighter. 

“What did you say?” She spat out through gritted teeth, taking in a sharp deep breath and inhaling my scent. The smell of sweat and fear only further fueled that dominant side of her. 

“I said…NO!” I tried to shout as I attempted to escape her grasp. 

“I can open it…” a soft and quiet voice came from the shadowed hallway behind us. Rhea turned, pulling me with her as we both turned to see Dominik, in his black and yellow checkered pajama trousers and Latino Cheat t-shirt.

The boy took a step forward as Rhea released her grip on my hair and I took a step back, staring Dominik down. 

“Don’t you fucking dare” I stated, staring a hole through him, but I could tell he was enjoying being able to one up me. 

Before either of them could move I lept onto the Island countertop grabbing the box and holding it up in the air, away from their reach. 

 “FUCK OFF, JUST, JUST FUCK OFF THE LOT OF YOU!...”I paused to take a breath, “Why can’t you all just get out of my space, just get out of my, of my life for like 5 minutes!” I screamed, clearly loud enough that Damian and Finn had come downstairs and entered the kitchen as well in time to hear my great speech. They both seemed both surprised and a little worried at the sight of Rhea and Dominik standing at the base of the kitchen counter while I had somehow made my way to the top, waving a little wooden box in the air like it was the holy grail. 

Finn stared up at me as Damian walked to the side, unfortunately for me being a short arse in comparison he could still reach my hands, even if my arms were fully stretched out. Wrapping one large arm around my waist he pulled me down while pulling the box out from my hand with the other and passing it over to Rhea. 

“No Damian, stop! Please!” I pleaded as he placed me down on my feet and stood behind me. He held his arms out and held me in a tight embrace, it was both comforting and a little uneasy all at the same time. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to be nice or just keep me still. 

Dom smirked at me, offering a wink, like he was so pleased he could screw with me once again. Ever since Summer Slam he had found a new personality trait he was thriving off. This whole I’m better than everyone and I’m such a bad boy, blah blah blah. Even if I loved him, his behavior made me wanna knock him out so badly. He reached out his arm to take the box from Rhea, but she flicked his hands away, never breaking eye contact with me. 

“Nah, that’s not how we are going to play this.” Her Azzie accent was thick, deep and felt all to emotionally invested in this very moment. 

Slamming the box on the countertop she slid it over towards me, her eyes glaring through her dark eyeshadow. I could tell something in her had clicked. 

“You want us out of your space, out of your life? Fine” she said, taking a step forward and placing one finger below my chin to raise it up to meet her, tears welling up in my eyes. She didn’t care though; you would think she was enjoying it.  

“If this is so important to you, that it means more than what we have? Know damn well, that regardless of what anyone else thinks… I expected better from you, y/n” 

Great, way to make me feel shit. I was getting the I’m not angry, just disappointed lecture.

“But Rhea? She…” Dom interjected but before he could finish I had finally had enough of him. Breaking away from Damian’s grasp I pushed passed Rhea and in one swift move, my fist collided with Dom’s face. 

“FOR ONCE CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed as he fell back, gripping his face. 

Damian was quick to grab a hold of me as Rhea got in between us and Finn latched onto  Dominik before he could retaliate. 

“You always gotta cause trouble don’t you y/n! You’ve always gotta be the center of attention!” He spat, wrestling with Finn’s grip. “Love over Loyalty y/n! and here you are keeping secrets!”   

“HA! That’s rich! Seems like you’re the attention whore these days, parading around RAW like your some GOD!” I tussled and escaped Damian’s grip as Rhea latched her arm around my front while I got in Dom’s face. 

“Funny thing, bringing up loyalty Dom Dom… how is Liv?” I questioned smiling, knowing full well I had hit a nerve. His cheek had turned red and was starting to swell at this point. It hurt my heart a little, but my anger soon buried those emotions. 

“That. Is. Just. A. Storyline.” Dom was furious, spitting every word through gritted teeth. I raised my eyebrows enjoying the reaction from him as Rhea pushed me back into Damian who took a tighter hold of me. 

“I Dunno Dom, seems a little too real these days” I offered him a wink, “Did you really need to spend sooooooo much time together outside of WWE’s walls. Someone’s enjoying themselves?” 

“ENOUGH” Rhea shouted, slamming her fist on the counter. “ENOUGH!” 

Just then a familiar ringtone filled the room, and I smirked as Dom’s face turned to his pocket. 

Dom took a hard swallow as Rhea reached into his pocket and glared at the photo of Liv Morgan flashing up on his phone screen. 

“Busted…” I sang out and smiled as Damian’s grip loosened on me. 

Dom threw his arms up and out from Finn as he ran over and grabbed the box from the countertop…

“If I’m going down, you’re coming with me!” he shouted. 

“NO!” I screamed and reached forward as he smashed it onto the floor, exposing its contents on the ground. 

My secret spilled out across the tile floor and not a single member of the judgment day said a word. They just stared at the floor, forgetting for a moment that only seconds before Dom and I were ready to fully knock the shit out of each other.

Rhea turned to look at me, disappointment etched across her face.

"It's not what you think..." I pleaded with her, tears running down my cheeks.

"Then tell me y/n, tell me."

TBC

-Anyone want me to put them on a tag list for part 3? -

[liliacamethyst]

I briefly expressed the idea of Miguel finding out his partner is pregnant in this imagine, and I can’t help but wonder about the possibility of Miguel finding out this way (just as angsty in my opinion).

Another alternate universe Drabble:

Your heart races as you swing through the city, the wind whipping past your face. You are exhilarated by the adrenaline that comes with being a superhero. You’ve always felt like you belonged in the skies, protecting the people who trust you.

But something feels different today. You’re more cautious, more protective, and it’s not just because of yourself. There’s someone else involved. The thought makes your heart swell. You recently found out you’re a few weeks pregnant, and the thought of being a parent excites you. But you’re also scared. You don’t know how Miguel will react, considering his past.

As you land on the rooftop, you notice Jessica Drew waiting for you. Your nausea catches up with you as you double over.

“Jessica Drew, you breathe a word of this to anyone and I will kill you with my bare hands,” you whisper fiercely through clenched teeth.

“How can you when you're throwing up every five minutes?” she retorts. At your wince, she huffs out a breath. “You gotta tell him, at the very least.”

You take a deep breath, nodding slightly. Before you can answer her, your spider-sense tingles and your head snaps up. From the corner of your eye, you see a figure cloaked in shadows zooming toward you and Jessica. You recognize him immediately – it's the Vulture.

"Jessica, look out!" you shout as you push her out of the way. The Vulture’s sharp talons miss her by inches.

You don't waste a moment, shooting webbing to pull yourself towards him. As you close in on the Vulture, you exchange blows, his claws trying to find purchase while your punches land solidly.

Meanwhile, Jessica joins in, and you both engage in a fierce battle above the city. The buildings become blurry as you fight, your focus narrowing down to the Vulture’s relentless attacks.

At one point you see an opening. Your instincts tell you to go for it. But just as you lunge forward, the Vulture spins and his wing catches you in the abdomen. The force sends you hurling toward a building. You try to shoot a web, but the pain is too much.

Jessica catches you before you hit the ground and lays you down gently. She’s saying something but the world is growing dark. You reach for your abdomen.

"Please.. protect my baby," you whisper before everything goes black.

-

As you slowly regain consciousness, a sterile scentfills your senses. Your body feels heavy and a dull ache resonates through your abdomen. Your heart clenches as the memory of the battle rushes back and you instinctively move a hand to your belly.

Soft murmurs float around you and you blink your eyes open to see Lyla beside you. Her holographic form is displaying medical data in front of Miguel, who is pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back and a deep, angry frown on his face.

"...stable, but she must exercise caution due to early stages of pregnancy..." Lyla's words cut through the fog in your head, and your breath catches.

Miguel freezes, his gaze snapping to Lyla then to you. His expression crumbles as he takes in what Lyla just said.You slowly push yourself into a sitting position, your hand still protectively over your belly. Your eyes lock with Miguel's, his eyes widen with disbelief.

"You... We... Is this...?" Miguel stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.

You give him a simple nod.

"But...how? How did this happen?" His voice is choked.

"Miguel, listen to me," you start, your voice steady yet just a little bit above a whisper, "You don’t have to... This isn’t an obligation.I dont expect anything from you. I can raise this child alone. I..."

But before you can finish, Miguel leans in, pressing his lips against yours, effectively silencing your rambling. It’s a gentle yet passionate kiss filled with so many unsaid emotions and promises.

I loved this idea, and I really hope this is what you were looking for 💜

[wonyowonyo]

Racing Hearts (K. Minjeong X M! Reader)

Erm... Another update I guess. 3.6k words. This one was fun to make, hope yall enjoy it!

The deafening roar of the engines filled the air as the sun blazed down on the Circuit de Monaco. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation palpable. It was the race everyone had been waiting for – the Monaco Grand Prix. In the heart of the action were two fierce rivals: Kim Minjeong, known to her fans as Winter, the ice-cool driver for McLaren, was known for her precision and unwavering focus. and Y/N, the fearless racer for Oracle Red Bull Racing, was the opposite. Their aggressive and daring maneuvers had earned them a reputation as a wild card on the track.

Winter and Y/N had been at each other's throats since the beginning of the season. Every race was a battle, not just for the podium but for supremacy. Their rivalry was the stuff of legends, fueling media headlines and fan debates. But beneath the surface of competition and animosity, there was something neither of them dared to acknowledge.

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Winter tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her eyes focused on the track ahead. She suddenly remembered her little interaction with Y/n earlier.  

"Winter," Y/N said, catching her in the paddock before the race. "Ready to lose?"

Winter looked up, her expression unreadable. "We'll see who crosses the finish line first, Y/N."

Y/N smirked. "I've got a good feeling about today."

Winter's eyes narrowed. "Just try to keep up."

Recalling back the earlier banter, adrenaline coursed through her veins, the familiar rush that came with every race. But today was different. Today, she had to beat Y/N.

She glanced in her rearview mirror and saw the familiar Red Bull car, driven by none other than Y/N. Their rivalry had become the centerpiece of the F1 season, a story of two incredible talents pushing each other to the limit.

"Stay focused, Winter," her race engineer's voice crackled through her earpiece. "You've got this."

Winter took a deep breath and nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see her. She knew she was good, but so was Y/N. And that made every race a thrilling challenge.

Meanwhile, Y/N was equally determined. The Red Bull driver had a reputation for being relentless, always pushing the car – and himself – to the edge. But Winter was his match in every way, and that drove him even harder.

As the lights went out and the race began, the two rivals shot off the starting grid, their cars neck and neck. The crowd roared as they battled for position, each driver refusing to give an inch.

Y/N got a good start, but Winter was right beside them, refusing to give an inch. They barreled down the straight, neck and neck, neither willing to back down.

As they approached the first turn, Y/N saw an opportunity. They braked late, sliding past Winter with inches to spare. The crowd roared, but Winter was unfazed. She knew the race was far from over.

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Mini Flashback

The rivalry between Winter and Y/N wasn't confined to the track. Off-track, their animosity often boiled over, creating tension-filled moments that kept the media and fans buzzing.

One such incident occurred at a pre-season press conference in Melbourne. Winter had made a pointed comment about Red Bull's reliability issues, which had plagued them the previous season.

"Let's just hope their engines can keep up this year," she had said with a smirk, her eyes flicking to Y/N.

Y/N's jaw clenched, but he forced a smile. "We'll see about that, Winter. Just make sure you don't spin out trying to keep up."

The room had erupted in murmurs, the tension between the two drivers palpable. The exchange set the tone for the rest of the season, each press conference and media event becoming a battleground.

Another notable incident happened at a sponsor's event in Barcelona. Both drivers were scheduled to appear at a meet-and-greet with fans, but things quickly turned sour. Winter had arrived first, signing autographs and taking photos. When Y/N arrived, the crowd's excitement doubled, leading to a subtle but noticeable shift in attention.

"Looks like they were waiting for the real star," Y/N had said, his voice loud enough for Winter to hear.

Winter had shot him a glare, but before she could respond, a fan asked them to pose for a photo together. The resulting image, with Winter's forced smile and Y/N's smug expression, quickly went viral, becoming a symbol of their heated rivalry.

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The tight corners and narrow streets of Monaco made overtaking a risky endeavor, but Y/N was known for his daring maneuvers. He saw an opening and went for it, darting past Winter with inches to spare. She grit her teeth, refusing to let him get away.

"Nice move," her race engineer commented. "But stay on him. You can take him to the next corner."

Winter nodded, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Y/N's car ahead. She knew she had to time it perfectly. As they approached the hairpin turn, she saw her chance. With a deft flick of the steering wheel, she dove inside, reclaiming her position.

The two cars were so close that they nearly touched, the crowd gasping as they navigated the turn. It was a dance of precision and nerve, each driver testing the other's limits.

For the next several laps, they traded positions, neither able to maintain a clear lead. It was a battle of skill and strategy, each move countered by an equally brilliant response. The tension was palpable, not just between the drivers, but for everyone watching.

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Lap after lap, Y/N and Winter pushed each other to the limit. Their cars weaved through the field, overtaking and defending with breathtaking skill. Every time Y/N thought they had an edge, Winter was right there, matching them move for move.

In the middle of the race, a sudden rainstorm added to the chaos. The track became slippery, and visibility was poor. Y/N's heart pounded in their chest as they fought to keep their car under control. Winter, known for her icy calm, seemed almost unaffected by the conditions.

On lap 45, Y/N saw their chance. Winter had gone wide on a corner, leaving just enough space for Y/N to slip through. They floored the accelerator, feeling the car respond with a surge of power. For a moment, they were ahead.

But Winter wasn't done. She recovered quickly, drafting behind Y/N to gain speed. As they approached the final laps, it was clear this race would come down to the wire.

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Mini Flashback

The rivalry extended beyond the professional realm, affecting their personal lives as well. At a charity gala in Monaco, Winter and Y/N found themselves seated at the same table. The atmosphere was icy, the polite conversation forced.

"Enjoying the season so far?" Winter asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Y/N smirked. "I could ask you the same. Still struggling with those pit stops?"

Winter's eyes flashed with anger. "Maybe if you spent less time talking and more time driving, you'd understand the importance of teamwork."

Their exchange drew the attention of those around them, but before it could escalate further, the event's host called for a moment of silence. The truce was temporary, the animosity simmering beneath the surface.

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As the race entered its final stages, both drivers were exhausted but determined. The pit stops had been perfectly timed, the strategies flawless. It all came down to these last few laps.

With three laps to go, the tension was unbearable. Y/N and Winter were side by side, neither willing to give an inch. The rain had stopped, but the track was still wet, making every turn a potential disaster.

On the penultimate lap, Winter made her move. She dove inside on a tight corner, forcing Y/N to the outside. Y/N fought to keep their position, their tires skidding on the wet surface.

"Come on, come on," Y/N muttered under their breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly. They couldn't let Winter win, not after everything they'd been through.

Y/N felt his heart pounding as he closed in on Winter once more. He could see the determination in her eyes, even through the helmet. It was a look he had come to respect, even if he would never admit it.

"You're doing great, Y/N," his race engineer's voice broke through his thoughts. "Just a few more laps. Keep the pressure on."

He nodded, pushing the car to its limits. He knew he had to make his move soon. As they approached the final straight, he saw his chance. He pulled alongside Winter, their cars inches apart as they hurtled towards the finish line.

For a moment, it was as if time stood still. The world narrowed to just the two of them, their rivalry and respect intertwining in that final push. And then, with a surge of power, Y/N inched ahead, crossing the finish line first.

"By a margin of 0.01 seconds, the Y/N of Red Bull Racing came on top to clinch his Monaco Grand Prix Win!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as Y/N took the victory, but the thrill of winning was mixed with something else. As he climbed out of his car, he saw Winter doing the same. She walked over, her helmet under her arm, a look of grudging respect on her face.

"Good race," she said, extending her hand.

Y/N took it, shaking firmly. "You too. You almost had me."

Winter smiled, a real, genuine smile that made Y/N's heart skip a beat. "Next time, I will."

As they stood there, the rivalry seemed to fade, replaced by something new. They had pushed each other to the limit, and in doing so, had forged a bond that neither had expected.

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The weeks following Monaco were a whirlwind of media appearances, team meetings, and endless travel. But amidst the chaos, Winter and Y/N found themselves crossing paths more often. At first, it was awkward, the remnants of their rivalry still lingering. But slowly, they began to see each other not just as rivals, but as equals.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, they found themselves alone in the paddock. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the track. The evening was unusually cold, and the paddock was quiet as most of the team members had retired to their hotels. Y/N was one of the few still lingering, going over some last-minute data in the Red Bull garage. They were so engrossed in their work that they didn't notice someone else was still around until they heard a faint sound of frustration from the neighbouring McLaren garage.

Curious, Y/N walked over and saw Winter hunched over her laptop, her brows furrowed in concentration. The sight was unusual; Winter was typically calm and composed, but tonight, she looked stressed.

"Winter?" Y/N called softly, not wanting to startle her.

Winter looked up, surprised. "Y/N? What are you still doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing," Y/N replied with a small smile. "Everything okay?"

Winter sighed, rubbing her temples. "Just some last-minute data analysis. Something's not adding up, and it's driving me crazy."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. "Mind if I take a look? Sometimes a fresh pair of eyes can help."

Winter glanced at Y/N, her expression softening slightly. "Sure, why not."

Y/N pulled up a chair and sat beside Winter, peering at the screen. They spent the next hour going through the data together, discussing potential solutions and sharing insights. What started as a technical problem soon turned into a collaborative effort, with both drivers pooling their knowledge and experience.

As they worked, they found themselves easing into a comfortable rhythm. The initial tension melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie that neither had anticipated. They laughed over shared frustrations and celebrated small breakthroughs, the boundaries of their rivalry blurring in the process.

"Got it!" Y/N exclaimed finally, pointing at the screen. "There was a discrepancy in the telemetry data. That should fix it."

Winter's eyes lit up as she checked the results. "You're right! How did I miss that?"

Y/N grinned. "Sometimes it just takes a second opinion."

Winter looked at Y/N, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate this."

"Anytime," Y/N replied, feeling a warmth in their chest. "We're competitors on the track, but off it, we can still help each other out."

With the data issue resolved, the atmosphere relaxed. Winter leaned back in her chair, looking more at ease than she had all night. "You know, I never expected us to be sitting here like this," she admitted.

"Me neither," Y/N agreed. "But I'm glad we did."

Winter's expression grew thoughtful. "It's funny, isn't it? How racing can bring out the best and worst in us. We push each other to the limit, but moments like this remind me that we're not so different."

Y/N nodded, feeling a connection they hadn't recognized before. "We both want to be the best, but we also understand what it takes to get there. The sacrifice, the determination... it's something only another driver can truly understand."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared experiences hanging in the air. Finally, Winter broke the silence. "You know, Y/N, I've always respected you as a driver. But tonight, I feel like I got to know you as a person. And I like what I see."

Y/N felt a surge of warmth. "I feel the same way, Winter. Maybe we can be more than just rivals."

Winter smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. "I'd like that." Winter offered her hand, prompting a handshake, to which Y/N accepted. “Call me Minjeong, if you want.”

They talked for hours, sharing stories of their journeys to F1, their struggles, their dreams. The more they talked, the more they realized how much they had in common. And slowly, the walls they had built around themselves began to crumble.

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With their newfound understanding, the dynamic between Minjeong and Y/N started to change. They still pushed each other on the track, but off the track, there was a growing camaraderie that neither could ignore.

One weekend, during the break before the Canadian Grand Prix, they found themselves attending a sponsor’s event together. It was a relaxed setting, far removed from the high-stakes atmosphere of the race track. The event was held at a luxurious lakeside resort, complete with water sports and outdoor activities.

Minjeong and Y/N were partnered for a friendly kayaking race, much to their surprise. As they paddled out onto the lake, their competitive spirits flared up, but this time it was accompanied by laughter and playful banter.

"You know you're going down, right?" Minjeong teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"In your dreams, Minjeong," Y/N shot back, his grin infectious.

The race was close, but in the end, they crossed the finish line at the same time, their competitive energy dissolving into shared laughter. As they sat in their kayaks, catching their breath, Y/N looked over at Minjeong, a warm smile on his face.

"This is fun," he said. "We should do this more often."

Minjeong nodded, her own smile matching his. "Yeah, we should."

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The Canadian Grand Prix was next on the calendar, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement. The track was known for its high speeds and tight corners, promising an intense race.

Minjeong and Y/N were both determined to win, their rivalry reignited on the track. As the race began, they found themselves battling for the lead once again, their cars dancing dangerously close.

The final laps were a blur of adrenaline and strategy. Minjeong had taken the lead, but Y/N was right on her tail. As they approached the final chicane, Y/N saw an opening and took it, his car surging ahead. But Minjeong wasn’t giving up. She pushed her car to the limit, their wheels almost touching as they raced towards the finish line.

In the end, it was Minjeong who crossed the line first, but by the narrowest of margins. The crowd went wild as she celebrated her victory, but her eyes were on Y/n, who was climbing out of his car with a proud smile.

"You were amazing out there," he said, walking over to her.

"You too," she replied, her eyes shining with genuine admiration.

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After the race, the drivers gathered for the podium ceremony. The tension from the race melted away as they sprayed champagne and celebrated. Later that evening, at the after-party, Y/N found Minjeong sitting alone on a terrace, looking out over the city.

He approached her, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Hey."

She turned, her expression softening. "Hey."

They stood in silence for a moment, the city lights twinkling below them. Y/N took a deep breath, his heart pounding.

"Minjeong, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice steady despite his nerves.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it?"

He took a step closer, his heart racing. "I think I've been fighting my feelings for you for a long time. And I can't do it anymore. I like you, Minjeong. More than just a rival, more than just a friend."

Minjeong's breath caught in her throat. She had felt the same way, but had been too afraid to admit it. She took a step closer, her eyes locking with his.

"I like you too, Y/N. I have for a while."

They stood there, the world around them fading away. And then, slowly, Y/N leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was a moment of pure magic, the culmination of months of rivalry, respect, and unspoken feelings.

From that moment on, everything changed. Their rivalry was still there, but it was now accompanied by something deeper. They supported each other, pushed each other to be better, and celebrated each other's successes.

The media was in a frenzy, speculating about their relationship, but they didn't care. They had found something special, something worth fighting for. And as the season continued, they faced every challenge together, their bond growing stronger with each race.

Y/N and Minjeong's relationship began to shift. They started spending more time together off the track, sharing meals, discussing their passion for racing, and even seeking each other's advice on various matters. Their bond grew stronger, built on mutual respect and a newfound understanding of each other's struggles and triumphs.

One evening, a few weeks after their late-night data session, Y/N invited Minjeong to join them for a walk along the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

As they walked, Minjeong turned to Y/N, her expression serious. "You know, that night in the paddock changed something for me. I realized that I've been so focused on beating you that I never took the time to appreciate you."

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude and affection. "I feel the same way. That night made me see you in a different light. You're not just my rival; you're someone I respect and care about."

Minjeong reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "I'm glad we had that moment. It brought us closer, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Y/N squeezed her hand, their heart swelling with emotion. "Me too, Minjeong. Me too."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N and Minjeong stood there, hand in hand, knowing that their relationship had changed forever. They were still competitors on the track, but off it,

they had found something special—a bond that transcended rivalry and blossomed into a deep and meaningful connection.

As the season progressed, Y/N and Minjeong's relationship continued to evolve. They were still fierce competitors on the track, but off it, they were inseparable. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, built on mutual respect and a deep understanding of the other's passion and drive.

They supported each other through victories and defeats, celebrated each other's successes, and found comfort in each other's presence. The paddock, once a place of tension and rivalry, became a space of shared dreams and growing affection.

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In the final race of the season, in Abu Dhabi, they found themselves in a familiar position—competing for the championship. But this time, there was a difference. They knew that no matter the outcome, they had each other.

As they lined up on the grid, Y/N glanced over at Minjeong. She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that spoke volumes.

"Ready to lose?" Y/N teased, echoing their words from the previous year.

Minjeong chuckled. "We'll see who crosses the finish line first, Y/N."

Y/N nodded, feeling a surge of affection. "May the best driver win."

The race was intense, filled with heart-stopping moments and breathtaking maneuvers. In the end, Y/N took the victory, clinching the championship. But as she crossed the finish line, her first thought was of Minjeong.

Later, in the winner's circle, Minjeong approached Y/N, a proud smile on their face. "Congratulations, champion."

Y/N pulled Minjeong into a tight embrace. "Couldn't have done it without you."

As they stood there, surrounded by cheering fans and flashing cameras, Y/N realized that their journey together had only just begun. They were rivals, yes, but they were also partners, friends, and something much more profound.

And as the sun set on the Yas Marina Circuit, casting a golden glow over the track, Y/N and Minjeong knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, side by side.

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[devourable]

Do you have smut hcs for the delinquents with an oral fixation darling? Outside of sex, they're playfully nipping the boys or giving plenty of kisses! Darling could be getting dicked down within an inch of their life but they'll whine if they aren't sucking dick/biting someone's shoulder/or having one of the boys' fingers in their mouth. it's degen hours for me ajsdhsjsdkjfblsjfk

this post is dedicated to mazzy. she literally ghostwrote this anon AKDJSKTB

i was gonna post this yesterday but i fucking blacked out so. hope yall like smut in the morning

nsfw, minors / ageless dni

· the boys are ALL over this. it drives them crazy when you’re affectionate with them, to the point they start arguing about who gets your attention next. they're melting every time you pepper them with kisses, playfully biting you back whenever you bite them, always so eager to return your energy when given the opportunity to.

· naturally, this attitude follows them to the bedroom, too. it wouldn't be too uncommon for some of them to bicker about who gets to fuck your mouth first next to spark up, especially since some of them would definitely start to hog you upon given the chance. it’s a guarantee that you won’t be leaving an encounter without the taste of one of them lingering on your tongue.

· aaron and judas are the most gentle, having their fun rubbing their cock against your mouth just to make you whine for them. judas would take his time getting himself off with just your lips no matter how much you protest or try to suck him off, gently scolding you every time you make the attempt to. aaron on the other hand would lose his patience after some time. all that begging, so desperate for him, he'd have no choice but to shut you up. who is he to deny you of what you both want?

· mattias and dom, meanwhile, are both practically the opposite of their friends. any time either man is involved, you'd definitely find yourself gagging on one of them before all of your clothes are off. they just can’t wait to be inside you any longer than what’s necessary.

· dominic isn't as classless as mattie — he's taking his time with you, asking you if you like how he tastes, looking real deep into your eyes throughout the whole act. he really loves to see the look on your face when he's cumming down your throat. but mattias can't help himself from using your mouth like a fleshlight, no matter how hard he tries. the sounds you make when you're gagging on him, the feeling of you desperately sucking his cock, the way you look at him when you know he's about to cum? he’s addicted to it. he likes it more than he likes actually fucking you, especially knowing how much you enjoy it too.

· you'll never have to worry about going unsatisfied with these four around. they're obsessed with and take advantage of your fixation as much as you'll let them — and you'll let them as much as they want, won't you? they're only trying to give you what you want, after all!