#now im off to shower and make sure i'm ready for work

[quaintii]

Across the Street

Pt.3

Pt.1, Pt2.

synopsis: Miguel calls you in once more for babysitting. He has a day off from work and something inconvenient happens.

content: 18+ MDNI - babysitting, DILF miguel, fingering, m!receiving bj, praise and degrading, dirty talk, spiccyy overall.

A/N: thank you guys for the support!! Love u all 💞

extra: art is on Twitter by kimmy_arts0912

Miguel woke up to the sound of his phone burring on the bedstand, clicking the stop button.

9:04 a.m.

He slowly rose off the bed, rubbing his temples and heading to the bathroom. He took his time getting himself ready, it was never easy for him since he would regularly work for long hours but today was a day off.

He took a shower, shaving off his stubble beard with a mirror glued on the bathroom wall. He got out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a small one on his wet hair.

Soon as he finished changing, he went downstairs to drink some black coffee and eat some peppered eggs with bacon.

As he scrolled through his work emails on his laptop, he saw Gabriella at the corner of his eye. She stepped off the stairs, approaching Miguel and hugging his legs.

"Como dormiste, mi changa?" (How'd you sleep, my girl?) He let out a hearty laugh, ruffling her messy brown curls. His focus was now on Gabriella, carrying her with one arm while his other hand pinched her swollen cheeks.

"Bien, papi!" She said as she swinged on his arm. Miguel smiled and lifted her back on the floor, reaching for the chair for his daughter. He placed two plates, a small stack of pancakes with strawberries, butter and syrup while the other was a bowl of fruit.

"Make sure to eat all of it, mija. It's bad to let things go to waste." He spoke as he washed the prior dishes from last night, making him vividly relive the memory of his fingers in you. He couldn't shake the thought of you, he kept spacing out on your touch.

He snapped back to reality when he peered his eyes to his phone ringing, his wife. Well almost his ex-wife, the divorce was still in date for court but they went their separate ways months ago.

He wrapped a towel around his hands, drying them and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I'm picking up Gabriella later today around 6."

Miguel's brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?!? This whole week is my time to spend with her. I have a day off today and tomorrow." He snapped back at her.

"What's the reason for the sudden change?! Im allowed to spend time with my daughter too." He was fired up but whispered into the phone so Gabriella wouldn't hear.

"She just got home a couple days ago, que te pasa en la mente?!" Miguel spoke. She scoffed into the phone. "You're more in love with your work than our own daughter."

"Well I planned a trip for the both of us and I already have everything packed for her. Relax, you'll get her back in a couple days, bye!" As Miguel was about to yell at her, she hung up on the phone.

"Pinche pendeja.." he muttered softly on his lips.

He was furious but had to remain calm to not raise Gabriella's suspicion of why her dad was breathing so heavily and palming his face with his hands.

After a couple minutes pass, he sat next to Gabi watching a cartoon show to ease himself down. He would then urge Gabi to go brush her teeth and change into something else rather than her unicorn pajamas.

Miguel decided to take Gabi to a new toy shop that just opened. He was still pissed about the call earlier but the thought ended up leaving his mind as his focus was now on his daughter's happiness.

5:04 p.m.

It'd been a day or two since what happened. Miguel hadn't sent you a message to babysit Gabi, until this afternoon.

"Hey, can you come over to babysit Gabriella? That is if you're not busy with anything."

"I'll be on my way in 5 minutes, Mr. O'Hara."

"Perfect..thank you. Again, Miguel is fine."

You felt so queasy about stepping in foot back to his house but so excited. You wore a summer dress due to the heat emitting from the sky. The afternoon would always be the hottest time of the day where you lived.

You face the mirror to fix the messy curls that sprung up due to the frizz. You apply some lip liner, finishing it off with a red tint gloss.

5:12 p.m.

You knock on the door, patiently waiting. You hear a click and the door finally opens, the sun shined on his caramelized skin. He look almost jaw dropping.. with a slicked back hair look. Loose black fit pants with a loose button up shirt. His eyes gave off a smile smile and invited you in.

You looked around to find Gabriella drawing at the table.

"Hi Gabi!" You squeal and wave at her as she rushes into a hug towards you. "Yay! You're back!" She was eager to see you. "What are you drawing? That looks great!" "I'm drawing a forest with fairies and unicorns!" Her high pitched voice rang in your ears.

You lean in closer to look at her drawing, acknowledging it. You give her a sweet smile, she returns it back.

You step back and walk to the cabinets to get a glass of juice. Your body jumped when you felt a hand rubbing in circles on your ass.

Miguel grazed his hands on your shoulder, whispering near your ear and dragging you further to the kitchen. Gabi's back facing the both of you two, you felt his hot breath fan you; shivers down your spine and to your core.

"How have you been, muñeca? Te ves muy...hermosa." He husked in a low tone. Your breathing slowed down, worried to even peep a sound. "I missed you..was worried you wouldn't come back." His rough hands rub the soft skin on your hips.

His tongue teased your neck, sucking and softly nibbling on it. "N-not here Miguel..your daughter.." You whispered, trying hard to restrain your small whimpers. He hummed in your ears, nibbling on it before detaching himself as soon as he heard a doorbell ring.

Luckily the kitchen had the blinds closed so whoever was outside, couldn't see.

He sighed and you quickly headed to open the door, facing a woman. She had on black sunglasses to block the sun in her eyes.

"You must be the new babysitter right?" She questioned as she placed her purse on the island countertop. "Yes! I was recently hired by Mr. O'Hara, Ms.." You waited for a response from her. "Mrs. O'Hara." She spoke, she reached to grab Gabriella by the waist; a suitcase near the table.

You had thought that he was divorced, you thought pretty quickly to it maybe they just haven't had gone to court yet to fix their situation.

"Mom? Where are we going?" Gabriella prods her head at Miguel and you. "We're going to Disneyland!!" She squeals as she hears the exciting news.

Miguel sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that she never really gave attention to Gabriella, just spoiling and bribing her.

Gabriella was brought down back to her feet, hugging you and her dad by the leg, waving goodbyes.

You helped her out with packing some of her toys upstairs. When you both finished packing up some extra stuff, you head downstairs, slightly peering your head to see Miguel and his wife whisper about stuff. Miguel's chest heaved as his hands ran through his hair, frustrated.

Gabriella prods her head at what you're looking at and you quickly distract her by asking her something.

"Did you grab all of your toys, Gabi?" "I think so," she said as she rubbed her head and headed towards the door.

The lady drank some champagne from the glass, eyeing you up and down, questionable about you. You were never this nervous, but you worried if she had known.

She averted her gaze back to Gabi, holding her hand and the suitcase near Miguel. "Bye papi!" Gabi squeaked as the door behind her closed. Miguel waved non-stop til he couldn't see her anymore.

He laid his elbows on the countertop, tilting his head sideways back and forth. "Everything okay?" You walked up to him.

"Yeah.. um..it's just.." He hesitated to tell you. "Oh, don't worry! It's fine you don't have to tell me, Mr.-.. Miguel." He sighed angrily, "No no, it's just that..this week I was supposed to have Gabriella. She comes unannounced, not even a heads up that she would take Gabi with her."

As he vented more of his frustration, he felt relief by letting it all out. You were open eares with him, softly patting his shoulder blades to ease him.

"Wow..that's really messed up. Do you have custody of Gabriella, if you don't mind me asking." You spoke softly.

"Yeah, I do. We haven't had the court fully decide yet, it's coming up in a couple weeks. I just hate how she's nowhere fit for her to be actually caring for Gabriella." He sighed and took a big sip from the champagne bottle.

You hummed in return, heading to the snack closet for something to ease him up. "Want some snacks?" You asked. Miguel gets up and walks towards you.

You tip-toed to reach a cardboard box full of gummies, until you felt your body shivering to the touch of his hands around your waist later reaching your bra.

He wraps his arms around you, his touch becoming a bit more daring this time.

"You're very tempting. It's difficult to resist you right now..."

Miguel smiles at you and whispers his words. He then places his lips on yours again, his kiss passionate and eager. He wraps you as tight as he can, his hands roaming your hips.

"Oh, I would love something sweet. Don't you?" He murmured on your neck. His hands pushed your dress up, caressing your plush skin. "Mr. O'Hara-.."

You felt a sharp slap to your ass. "What did I say? Llámame Miguel.." (Call me Miguel)

He placed a hand on your chin to face him, kissing you softly. The second kiss seemed more like hunger.

"Get on your knees for me, cariño." He husked in a low tone, you obediently listen and laid your knees on the cold marble floor. He caressed your face once more, "Good girl.." The praises that came out his mouth made your cheeks heat up, your blood pumping to your pooling cunt.

Miguel's face lights up with pleasure, his eyes staring at you seductively as you kneel down in front of him. He watches your movement as you kneel, breathing slightly heavier. The way you look at Miguel also makes him feel good.

"Mm..."

Miguel's hand then reaches down and he grabs your head, making you look up at him.

"Open your mouth..."

Miguel moves his hand down to one of your shoulders, moving his thumb along your collarbone and then along your cleavage.

"Open wider, muñeca..."

Miguel's smile grows more and more as he sees you opening your mouth. You see his hand moving around your lips, just touching your face sensually here and there. Miguel's eyes never leave yours, and you find his stare to be both attractive and also exciting.

"Mm... Good.."

Miguel's eyes move down to your tongue and then back up to your face. He starts to whisper in your ear, his voice going slightly deeper.

"¿Como se siente esa boca, chiquilla?"

Miguel's breath slows, clearly aroused. He stuck in two fingers into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks softly as you sucked on them for a bit. He went deeper, making you gag continuously, he took his fingers out licking them clean.

Your eyes landed on his bulge, palming it with your hands, rubbing it harder each time, pulling groans out of Miguel.

You begin to remove his pants by unzipping it and pulling down his boxers, his hard cock slapping his abdomen. The red brownish head was practically fuming for your touch.

You part your lips, laying your tongue out and licking the pre-cum streaming down on his tip. You try fitting all of his cock in your throat but you can't so you stroke the rest of him.

His eyes drop down to your face, his eyebrows furrowed together, savouring the delicious feeling of your tongue around his cock. You bobbed your head faster when your throat relaxed, being able to take in more of him. You clench your inner thighs together to feel some relief on your swollen clit.

His breathing becomes shallow the more he becomes impatient. When you looked up at him with small teary eyed..

He loses it.

He needs and wants to feel more of you, he slammed his cock deeper down your throat. The squelching sounds and low groans of his voice made you whine but it was muttered by his cock in your mouth.

You dig your nails into his thighs to keep yourself steady, you feel like you've ran out of oxygen. But you couldn't care less.

"Puta madre..." He whispers.

The feeling of him driving you absolutely mad, his grip on your scalp tightening with every thrust he took. The aggression shocked you, but you couldn't move since he took complete control of your mouth.

His cock pressed harder into your throat, making you gag on and on while tears streamed down your face. Your flushed out face drew him to his final straw.

His hips snapping against your cheeks, the slapping sounds echoing. The feeling of your fingernails digging deep into his skin, your muffled moans clenching harder around his cock whenever you hollowed your cheeks, made him lose his control.

"F-fuck...you're so good...such a pretty little slut aren't you? So fucking good f'me baby..." He scowled.

You kept muffling mhm's as he would praise your touch on him. His hips began stuttering, his thrusts slowly becoming slower as his cock became more and more sensitive with every warm touch of your tongue around him.

He held both sides of your face in a firm but gentle grip, abusing your throat to catch his orgasm. "I'm c-coming..mhmmf..mierda..." He whined.

His massive body shook with his imploding orgasm, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat and shuddered as his cum was hot and sticky on your tongue.

The moment he pulled out, he angled my face to his, towering over my frame. "Swallow it f'me." He spoke bluntly.

Miguel removed your mouth off his cock, his erection still hard and pulsing. All he wanted right now was to be inside you but he had different plans for you. He was going to return the favor back to you now.

You let out a few coughs to catch your breath and swallowed just like he asked. Bittersweet taste left on your tongue.

"Eres tan buena y hermosa, ma." (You're so good and beautiful, ma)

"Llevantate, amor." He panted on your neck.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up, resting your quivering ankles on his broad shoulders. His fingers stroking and prodding at the wet stain on your underwear, his cold touch setting you on fire.

"Let me touch your pretty pussy, amor. Déjame ver ese bello coño.." (Let me see that pretty pussy) He tore your underwear off, the cold air washing your cunt makes you shiver. He lightly slapped your folds to see your face contort and furrow.

Suddenly, his hot tongue flicked your wet folds, and heat swirled in your stomach, your clit throbbing. Your skin burned to his touch as he reached for your perked nipples, rubbing it with his hands and whenever he would pinch your nipples, you would jerk forward; making his nose hit your clit.

"M-more Miguel.." You begged, your cunt clenching around nothing left you feeling empty and so needy. Your fingers wrapping around his brown curls, gripping onto them dearly as his tongue lapped on your clit.

"You're doing such a good job f'me, mi amor. Keep moaning my name like that. Fuck.." He groaned into your cunt. He slid into another finger and the feeling was too much for you to handle.

"M-miguel.." Your pants filled with wanton and lust. Your body jerks forward as he slid a finger inside you, your eyes impossibly rolling back to the back of your head as you choked on your moans, mumbling his name as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

"Mirame, corazon. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

You felt too much and too little all at once, it wasn't enough for you but you felt like you were about to get thrown off the edge as his fingers started pounding you deep inside your velvet walls. You kept twitching and trembling, your back arching off the wall as your body hopelessly writhed for him.

Your nerves began stuttering, going numb along with a knot starting to untie. Miguel wouldn't stop sucking on your folds, his nose nudging your clit. His eyes never left your face, he loved seeing how you responded to his touch.

You started feeling a fire pooling low in your abdomen, your heartbeat pulsing faster than before.

You started losing composure whatsoever, when he slid in another finger inside. He didn't stop lapping on your sopping cunt, your pussy clenching around his fingers made his cock ache for your walls to tighten around him.

"It's t-too much.. m-miguel please mhmgf..fuck!" You sobbed and wailed. Your tears wouldn't stop, his fingers plunging in deeper inside your swollen cunt.

"You can handle it, doll.. I know you can." His ears relished the wet squelching sounds and your sweet little moans. You tugged harder into his hair as you felt a wave crashing down, the dam broke which released a leg-shaking orgasm. Fire sprinted throughout your body, the feeling of it taking over your mind with nothing but his fingers and tongue on your cunt.

Your orgasm came in flooding in and electrified every nerve in your body. Your vision fading to black. Your throat welled with moans and mewls, as you kept blubbering incoherently.

Miguel devoured you without mercy, savoring your juices as it ran down his chin. He kept you steady by holding you tight on your hips as you wiggled non-stop, shaking and writhed under him.

You loved drowning in helplessness of the pleasure as it surrounded you by the waist, leaving you breathless, shaky, and light headed.

You became almost feverishly whimpering since Miguel would still suck on your clit, tenderly. He finally removed himself from your folds, smirking at you while caressing your flushed out face. "Te ves bella así, muñeca. Eres mia..que no?" (You look beautiful like that, doll. You're mine, right?) You nodded as your orgasm finally came to a stop. He rested your ankles back to the floor, holding you up by the waist so you wouldn't succumb to the floor.

Just when he was about to tease you with his cock slowly on your folds, you both hear a ding from the door. Keys ring through your ears and the door creaked open. Heels clacking on the hard floor echoing around the spacious house, heading upstairs. The both of you quickly start to dress up quickly, you knew exactly who this was.

"Miguel!! ¿¿Dónde estás?? Do you know where the monster high dolls are?!?" A woman voice yelled upstairs. Miguel gave you a quick peck on the lips and a wink.

"What is it this time?" Miguel's voice responded back to her. "Gabi forgot her stupid toys..anyways just tell me where they are. She won't stop crying and I need her to shut up."

Miguel refused to give into his emotions and snap back at her so he gave off a small response to her.

"They're in the hidden basket under her bed, the lock is in the bedstand drawer." He answered, looking back at you tip toeing to the door.

You sent yourself off by going back home quietly and hurriedly.

Miguel was once again incredibly frustrated for the intrusion.

A/N: it's 12:31 am rn, gonna have the best sleep ever. I finally finished it! Leave any feedback, always room for improvement, thank you guys!! (Sorry for the ending once more 😭😓, I promise to make part 4 hella dirty and long)

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[starlightsreigns]

pray you catch me | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie feels crazy. he’s not cheating on her, right? but a woman’s intuition is the most honest thing in the world, and she needs to start accepting his secrets. word count ⇢ 0.9k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact, implied cheating | one ; intuition "im praying to catch you whispering"

What are you doing, my love?

There was a vacancy in his eyes nowadays. Even now, as he pounded into me, his eyes were far away. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling those familiar knots forming in my stomach, ready for release. I gripped the sheets tightly as he continued the assault in me until the ecstasy became too much. 

Silence followed us for a while. He didn’t even join me in the shower afterward. Roman stayed in the bedroom, stuck to his phone, like he had for the past couple of months. Something was off and it’s starting to concern me.

From the bathroom, as I lotioned my body, Roman’s faint voice seeped through the bottom of the door. He was whispering on the phone and my curiosity got the best of me, making me press my head against the door. Is this what it’s gotten to? I can’t ask him who he’s talking to, so I’m stooping down to the level of an insecure woman. 

“Nah, I can’t tonight, I’m… busy.” 

He gets the same call every Tuesday night. Before I can look at his phone when he’s asleep, it’s deleted from the call log, but I know what I'm feeling in my gut. He’s more secretive now and I’m not the girl who follows her man in disguises, so I have to find the trust in him. 

“Ro, you want a later dinner?” I clear my throat, entering the room again. “I can make us something.” 

Roman’s putting his clothes on when he turns to look at me, “I might go pick us somethin’ up.” 

My stomach turns. We’re not takeout people. Our diets matter too much to eat out, and he’s rarely the one to offer it. I clear my throat while tying my robe tightly. How do I question him when he’s standing right in front of me, eyes sparkling, and his beautiful smile on display?

“It’s two am, Ro, are you sure?” My question is more of a plea for him to stay. “You know I can make anything.” 

He kisses my forehead lightly, “It’s okay, Mel, I’ll be back.”   

My lonely ear pressed against the walls of your world

How is this the life I’m living now? worried that the man who I call my husband is cheating on me when we’re only two years into marriage. Roman’s different — he’s distant, quieter, and away more. he’s always been on the road, it’s his job, but nowadays, it feels like I see him even less; if that’s even possible. 

Initially, his smiling face would be the first thing I saw when he walked through the door. He’d be on his hands and knees gushing about how much he’d miss me. We’d spend every waking moment together, sharing everything. There were dinner dates, day trips, vacations, deep conversations, and just us. 

Yet, now, he doesn’t even invite me on the road with him. Now, I’m stuck at home. I wonder, and it makes me sick to think, that he’s inviting her — whoever she is. our life together is just starting and I'm accusing him of an affair, but my heart knows I'm not going crazy. I can’t be. 

It took him an hour. The food cartons sit on the kitchen table, unopened, eating is the last thing on my mind. I’m on the couch, frozen in my seat, trying to catch a single word he’s saying on the phone. He’s on the porch, telling me he had to speak to someone from work, but the conversation filled with laughs tells me otherwise. What could Paul say that makes him laugh like that? 

you can taste the dishonesty it’s all over your breath..

“Not ready for bed?” Roman asks. 

That’s the first thing he says to me after being on the phone for that long. He sits beside me on the couch and pulls me into his chest. This is the only thing I’ve wanted all day, to have him close to me and dispel any worries that I’ve had that maybe he’s cheating on me. Roman caresses my face, pressing a tender kiss on my lips, but there’s a taste on his lips that makes me draw back. 

“Did you eat… seafood tonight?” I question softly, running my finger over his lips. 

Roman chuckles, “No?” 

I nod slowly, leaning back against him. He’s telling the truth, right? 

Nothing else ever seems to hurt like the smile on your face When it's only in my memory, it don't hit me quite the same

His smile now isn’t like what it used to be. Something is missing in the way he talks to me or the way he looks at me. It’s like we’re back in the beginning but with less love. The questioning of if he really likes me, I wonder if he’ll call today or … just everything that was exciting. 

The day he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him, he made a promise that we’d always have each other, that our love would take us everywhere, and that nothing could separate us. Yet, there’s a wall that sits between us. 

She sits between us. And as easy as it is to blame whoever she is, the person destroying me is the man sitting beside me on his phone with the brightness turned down. 

Where do we go from here?

“In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse.”

not sure if i like this idea, but I'm here. what's everyone's thoughts? x

[megalony]

Doctor Diaz

This is an Eddie x reader x Evan imagine, based on a lovely anon request with lots of fluff. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: When all three kids and both his partners are unwell, Eddie stays home to take care of them all. Even if they aren't the best patients in the world.

Enjoy.

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A sigh burned past Eddie's lips when he walked back into the bedroom. His hands found his hips and his jaw locked as he stared over at the bed with an unamused expression.

What was he doing? Evan had one leg hanging off the side of the bed, his arm stretched out on the bedside table and his face squashed into the pillow as he laid on his stomach. He was supposed to be getting up for work, not going back to sleep. Their alarm had already gone off. Eddie had gotten up, showered and dressed whereas Evan seemed to have forgotten all about their alarm and dozed back to sleep.

"Buck, come on we're gonna be late." Moving across to the bed, Eddie jolted Evan's leg and gave him a shake to gain his attention. But his eyes kept drifting across to (Y/n).

She wasn't well. For the past two days (Y/n) had been feeling sick and now she'd developed a cough. Eddie was pretty sure she had the flu but (Y/n) was stubborn. She would carry on as if nothing was wrong until she dropped. But right now, (Y/n) was curled up on the other side of the bed, arms and knees drawn up to her stomach and a sick bowl on the floor in case she couldn't make it to the bathroom.

"Hm?"

"We've got work today, remember? Buck you gotta help me here I haven't even got Chris up yet or the twins."

"I'm up, I'm up babe." Evan pushed up on his hands and managed to get himself sitting up on the side of the bed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes with the base of his hand to try and wake himself up.

With a groan, Evan pushed up off the bed but the moment he was on his feet, it felt like someone tilted the room ninety degrees to the side.

His head tilted to the left and suddenly the rest of his body was following until he felt a pair of tense, strong arms binding around his waist. Evan's head crashed into Eddie's shoulder and he felt the way Eddie's chest rumbled as he held Evan up and stopped him from hitting the floor.

"Fuck, babe you're burning up. You two are out of action today, you gotta stay home." Eddie almost smiled when Evan huffed but he didn't protest when Eddie gently shuffled him back and laid him down on the bed.

Evan had picked up whatever flu or illness (Y/n) had gotten.

That meant (Y/n), Evan and one of the twins were now all bed-ridden.

Reaching into the top side drawer, Eddie found the thermometer and gently cupped Evan's jaw and tilted his head to the side. He smiled softly at the confusion on Evan's face when the thermometer pressed into his ear but when it beeped, Evan weakly grabbed Eddie's wrist.

"What's it say?"

"Thirty-eight point eight. You're sick." Eddie kissed Evan's temple before he moved to leave the room. He needed to get Chris up and ready and take him to school, then he could call Bobby and say both he and Evan weren't coming in today.

There was no way Eddie could go to work when both his partners were ill, it wouldn't be fair to leave them bed-ridden but needing to look after the twins.

"Chris, you up yet bud, we need to get ready." Eddie knocked on the door before he walked in and opened the curtains, but he sighed when he turned around. Chris pulled the cover up over his head and grumbled.

"No."

Eddie's teeth punctured down into his bottom lip and he slumped down on the side of Chris's bed and gently pulled the cover down. He pressed the back of his hand against Chris's head and when he felt a sheen of sweat, he got the thermometer out his back pocket and pressed it into his ear.

"Oh God, you too. Alright, no school today, everyone's staying home. Do you feel sick?" Chris had a temperature too. He couldn't send Chris to school with a temperature when he had been exposed to whatever flu (Y/n) and Evan had. He would spread it on and it wouldn't be fair to send him when he clearly wasn't feeling well either.

Reaching up, Chris pressed his hand to his forehead before he pulled the cover up over his head and curled up on his side. He had a horrible headache, he felt cold and his stomach was now churning up. He wanted to snuggle back down in bed and go to sleep.

He felt Eddie pat his back before he got up and closed the curtains again and headed out of Chris's room. He would give him a few minutes to settle and relax and then he would get him some medicine.

"Are you two awake?" He wandered down the hall into the nursery and flicked the light on.

A soft smile took over Eddie's features as he looked around the room and made his way over to Nate first since he was already sitting up. Eddie leaned over the crib and scooped the toddler up, settling him on his chest. He rubbed his hand up and down Nate's back and listened to the way he croaked and coughed as he tried to take deep breaths.

As soon as (Y/n) got sick, Nate was the next one to get it. All day yesterday he had been coughing and had gone off his food the same as (Y/n). The pair of them spent most of the day yesterday in bed while Evan looked after Robin and tried to stop her from getting the sickness too.

Eddie quickly checked Nate's temperature which wasn't as high as Chris or Evan's, but it still wasn't where it was supposed to be. And with him still coughing up a storm, it told Eddie that most of his family were now ill.

"Mummy."

"You wanna go lay with mummy and pops for a while?" When Nate nodded, Eddie turned round and made his way back into their room.

He wasn't surprised to find Evan already fast asleep and he carefully eased Nate down into the middle of the bed. He watched Nate wriggle around and flop onto Evan's chest since he was laid on his back and (Y/n) was curled up on her side.

Eddie wandered back into the nursery and moved to go and get Robin. He leaned over her crib and gently scooped the two year old up and his heart fell down to his stomach when she began to cry. Her eyes were puffy and sore, her nose was runny and she was burning up. When he checked her temperature, he threw his head back and groaned.

"Oh, not you as well baby girl."

Eddie was officially the only one in the house who wasn't sick. Yet.

He turned around and started to sway Robin from side to side as he fished his phone out his back pocket and scrolled down for Bobby's contact.

"Hey Cap… I don't think me and Buck are gonna be able to come in today. Everyone's got the flu, I mean everyone. Except me. I think I'm gonna be playing doctor today."

Eddie was in for a day full of fun.

***

"What are you doing?"

(Y/n) tried to swallow down the cough building up in her chest and scratching the back of her throat. She tilted her head forward and merged her face into the side of the bed as her arms dropped down at her sides and she tried to take a deep breath.

She didn't bother to lift her head or look up when she felt Eddie's hands on her shoulders but she smiled when she felt his lips merge with the back of her head.

"Stripping the beds." Her head flopped back on the bed and she opened her blurry eyes enough to look up at Eddie hovering behind her. "Chris threw up." She added quietly and gestured to the wash basket she had in front of her.

When she and Evan finally gathered enough strength to leave the bed, (Y/n) thought it would be a good idea to strip the bedding and wash it. And then Chris came through to tell her he'd thrown up in bed, so (Y/n) came into his room to change his bed too. Halfway through stripping the sheets, (Y/n) lost momentum and all the energy she had tried to gather up.

She sat down on the floor and finished stripping the bed down here, but now she didn't have the strength or the willpower to get back up. She felt like falling asleep here, slumped against the bed.

"Okay, and why're you doing that when you're sick?" Eddie pushed the wash basket away from her and knelt down at her side with a pointed look that made (Y/n) shiver.

"Because we have three sick kids and Evan-"

"And you. I'm not sick, so you leave this to me. Go sit down." Eddie slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s arms and carefully lifted her up but he could see once she was on her feet, she felt even worse.

(Y/n) took a moment to grip Eddie's arm and gather her breath back and her strength before she slowly shuffled out the room. Once she was in the hall, (Y/n) leaned her weight onto the wall and shuffled along the wall to keep herself upright.

Her head started to spin when she reached the hall but she tried to smile when Nate toddled up to her. He held his beaker out towards her, silently asking for a refill and (Y/n) nodded. She took the pale lilac sippy cup from him and let him guide her into the kitchen. He was wearing his Fireman Sam pyjamas and his hair was toussled and stuck up in all directions.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Milk."

"Okay." (Y/n) slumped her weight onto the fridge but the bottle of milk felt like it weighed a ton when she tried to pick it up. She flopped the bottle onto the counter and her hand shook so badly when she tried to pour it into a mug that half the contents spilled on the counter instead.

She shoved the mug into the microwave and flopped her elbows on the counter so she could slump forward.

She could feel Nate wrap his arms around her leg and cling to her and (Y/n) groaned quietly when her head felt like it was being stuffed with cotton wool. Slowly, (Y/n) let go of Nate's beaker and lowered herself down until she was knelt on the floor in front of the washing machine.

Her legs spread out in front of her and she let Nate climb onto hr lap and cuddle up into her stomach. He bound his arms around her waist and burrowed into her, coughing and grumbling into her chest.

"Mummy, milk." Nate whispered when the microwave dinged, but he was already half asleep with (Y/n)'s arms wrapped round him and her lips smothering the top of his head. He snuggled his face into her chest and closed his eyes as they stayed cuddling on the kitchen floor and (Y/n) hummed into his hair.

She didn't like feeling unwell. (Y/n) didn't like having zero energy like this or feeling the need to sit down every five seconds. When she was pregnant with the twins she had felt fine, right up until she hit thirty weeks. Then she could barely walk around the house without feeling like she wanted to be sick or like her back was about to break.

(Y/n) was used to trying to power through when she wasn't well.

They had Chris and twins who were all unwell and needed looking after, and Evan was coughing up a storm and coming down with vertigo. (Y/n) couldn't be out of action as well when all the kids needed love and comfort. And the house needed tidying, the beds needed changing, washing needed to be done and drinks needed to be made. She couldn't leave it all for Eddie.

"Baby what are you doing down there?" Eddie dumped the wash basket down at his side and crouched down in front of the pair of them with an unimpressed look. He wanted (Y/n) to go and sit down in the living room, not here on the floor.

"Making a drink," (Y/n) mumbled back, but she could scarcely open her eyes to look over at Eddie. And when she tried to lean back and look up at him, her body swayed and slumped back into the counter.

"Yeah, from down here?"

She didn't have the energy to answer back or the time to think up some snappy response. All (Y/n) could do was close her eyes because her head was pounding and she felt like she needed to be sick again. Her limbs were too heavy to move, but she needed to get up and make Nate and Robin a drink each and put the washing on that Eddie had brought through.

"You are a very bad patient. You know that? Come here, mi amor." Eddie didn't like how stubborn (Y/n) became when she was ill.

He leaned out and slipped one arm around her back and the other beneath her knees. He made sure she still had her arms around Nate and that he was stable on her chest and abdomen before he pulled (Y/n) into his chest and carefully stood up.

Her head flopped on his shoulder and Nate snuggled up against both their chests while Eddie turned around and walked out the kitchen and head into the living room.

His eyes glanced around and he smiled softly. The curtains were closed, the lamp was on and both his other boys were in here. Chris had reclined the armchair and was curled up, snuggled under a fluffy blanket as he was now fast asleep. And Evan was on the sofa, slouched down with his feet up on the coffee table.

Evan was only wearing his boxers. He was feeling the heat his body was giving off, unlike (Y/n) and Chris who were feeling the cold. And he was still sweating out his fever so he decided to forgo clothes and a blanket today.

Walking across to the other side of the sofa, Eddie bent down and carefully eased (Y/n) onto the sofa, trying his best to be gentle. He smiled when (Y/n) flopped onto Evan, resting her head on his shoulder as she brought her knees up and cuddled Nate into her chest. Eddie was about to pull back until Nate reached out and gingerly grabbed his wrist.

"Daddy, drink. Please?"

"I'll get you a drink, baby. You're all having your medicine now, anyway." He kissed Nate's head before he pulled up and looked around.

Where was Robin? She had been sat with Evan when Eddie went to look for (Y/n) and see what she was doing. All morning, Robin had clung to Eddie and been his little shadow. When he went into the kitchen to get meds for everyone, Robin had followed behind him. When he tried to tidy up, she had clung to his leg until he picked her up and carried her around for an hour doing odd jobs around the house.

She barely let Eddie out of her sight this morning while Evan and Chris stayed asleep in bed and (Y/n) tended to Nate.

Eddie made his way back towards the kitchen but he stopped midway and looked down the hall. His hands found his hips and a small smirk lit up his face as he watched his daughter.

Robin waddled out of her parents room, her blanket clung to her chest which also draped around her feet and almost tripped her up. She had a pacifier between her teeth and tears were slowly trickling down her face. She was looking for him. He had left her in the living room with Evan and now she was scouting round the house to find him.

"I'm over here, baby girl."

As soon as his voice hit her ears, Robin whined and began crying as she stumbled over her blanket and trotted down the hall. Her arms stretched out and she waited impatiently for Eddie to scoop her up. He wrapped the blanket around her, obscuring the Fireman Sam pyjamas she was wearing which matched Nate's.

Eddie settled her on his chest and soothingly rubbed his hand up and down her back as she croaked, coughed and whined into his neck.

"It's okay, you're okay baby." He smothered his lips against her temple and made his way into the kitchen, cuddling Robin close as he hummed against her temple.

He took the mug of milk out the microwave and slowly poured it into two beakers and handed one to Robin. He pinched the pacifier from her lips and tucked it safely into his pocket so she could have a drink before he turned to rummage around in the cupboard.

"Alright, take this for me please." Eddie filled a syringe with medicine and hovered it near Robin until she took the medicine. Her nose crinkled and she coughed, shaking her head before she began to cry again. "You're fine," He murmured softly as he chucked the syringe in the sink and filled another one for Nate.

Eddie knew when he got into the lounge that if he tried setting Robin down, she was going to scream. The way she clutched his shirt in her hand told him she wasn't willing to be parted from him yet. So he bent down in front of the sofa and juggled his little girl in his left hand, bouncing her on his hip to try and keep her settled and happy before he nudged Nate.

"Medicine, then your drink." He took the medicine without a complaint and smiled tiredly when he finally got his beaker of milk. "Good boy."

Eddie headed back into the kitchen and found one of the twin's trays that he set out on the side. He found a handful of small medicine pots in the cupboard and laid them out before he looked around for the meds he had gotten out earlier. Suddenly, Eddie felt like he was working in a hospital going on a medication round.

"Okay mummy, pops, Chris… and me."

Eddie popped some painkillers into a medicine pot for (Y/n), then poured some of Chris's medicine into another as he didn't take tablets. They were hard for him to swallow so they always got him soluble in case he choked. He poured cough syrup into three small pots for each of them, and dissolved some high strength painkillers in a glass of water for Evan.

He then popped some more painkillers for himself and downed them with a glass of water. There was no chance Eddie was taking the risk of getting sick himself. He was surrounded by sickness. He was helping (Y/n) and Evan move about the house, the twins were coughing and sweating on him and he was constantly moving and cuddling Chris. If Eddie didn't take painkillers, he would definitely come down with whatever his family had.

He was surprised he was the only one in the house left standing who hadn't fell down with the flu yet.

With a few glasses of juice and a pack of cough sweets on the tray, Eddie nodded that he had got everything. He juggled Robin in one arm and the tray on his other hand and headed back into the living room where his sick family were harbouring.

"Chris… wake up buddy, you need your medicine."

Chris tiredly opened his eyes and uncurled his arms from beneath his blanket. He didn't look best pleased about taking more medicine, but he never complained. He knew it was easier to take the medicine than spit it out like Robin had been prone to do quite a lot.

He downed the small pot of medicine, then the cough syrup, then gladly took the cough sweet he was handed and watched Eddie set a cup of juice on the side table for him.

"Babe, your turn." Eddie patted Evan's leg and crouched down beside the sofa, watching intently as Evan groggily opened his eyes and cracked a small smile.

When he was handed a cup of dissolved meds, Evan gave it a swirl before he closed his eyes and downed it in one. His lips curled in distaste and he shook his head but managed to keep it down. Dissolved medication always tasted horrid and made his throat tighten up and he felt the urge to throw it straight back up. But Evan could keep it down, whereas (Y/n) threw it up instantly if she tried.

It was better to take because dissolved meds got into the system quicker and acted faster, but (Y/n) would take the risk of waiting longer to feel better.

Once it was gone, Eddie swapped Evan's glass for a pot of cough syrup and put a glass of juice down on the side for him. He grinned when Eddie hovered over him and pressed the back of his hand against his temple. And his smile turned cheesy when Eddie cupped his neck and felt his pulse.

Evan had been the one who could barely walk this morning. Vertigo took over him within seconds and Eddie had to heave him down the hall to get him from the bathroom into the lounge.

"Am I good?"

"You're still burning up."

"Hm. Is there Lucozade in the fridge? That's good for glucose and energy levels, right?" Evan scratched the back of his head and tried to lift his head up from the back of the sofa but it only made him feel dizzy. He slouched back down and leaned his head back into the cushion as he watched Eddie give him a certain look.

"I'll have a look later, you don't need glucose you need rest." Eddie wasn't hyping Evan up on an energy drink that was meant to keep him active and moving about. Evan needed to rest and sleep right now, not try and boost his levels and hurry about the house.

"You should take some painkillers too, so you don't get it."

"I have, babe. I am a medic, you know. And I'm not getting sick, not because of any of you."

"Wanna bet?" Evan pushed his head forward before he had the chance to feel dizzy and stole a kiss from Eddie. He loved the unimpressed look in Eddie's eyes and the way his lips rolled together like he was trying not to frown or be stern. And just to tease him, Evan stole another kiss and sank his teeth down into Eddie's lower lip to make him groan.

His head flopped back and he lazily reached an arm out to brush Robin's cheek as she finished the last of her drink.

Turning his head, Evan looked down at (Y/n) and gently moved his elbow she was leaning on to gain her attention. It was her turn for meds. "You haven't got the soluble stuff for her, have you? She'll puke it back up-"

"I'm the doctor, you're the patient Buck. I know what I'm doing." Eddie grabbed the pot of painkillers and gave them a shake in front of Evan to make his point. He knew their girlfriend just as well as Evan did, he knew she wouldn't take dissolved painkillers and she couldn't take normal painkillers without a drink either.

A tired, weak smile flooded (Y/n)'s lips when she opened her eyes and found Eddie holding out a pot of meds for her. She took them without complaint and swigged half the glass of juice he held out, grimacing as it felt like the tablets got stuck halfway down her neck.

She downed the cough medicine Eddie handed over before she snuggled back down into Evan's side and tucked Nate higher up on her chest. He was dozing back off to sleep now that he'd finished his drink and taken his medicine.

"Can you go to pops for a while so I can tidy up, hm baby?" Eddie bounced Robin on his hip and looked over at Evan who already had his arms stretched out for his baby girl.

Robin let Eddie ease her down onto Evan's bare chest and she instantly snuggled down into him when she realised how warm he was. But she held out her beaker to Eddie and started to whine until he swapped it for the pacifier in his back pocket.

Her head tucked down beneath Evan's chin and her arms looped around his neck as she curled her legs around his waist and burrowed down into him. Her weight on Evan's chest was comforting but it also made him cough and wheeze, which he did his best to smother so he didn't upset her.

"Can you all stay in here now please? I don't wanna find anyone collapsed in the hall or disappearing around the house. Stay here and rest." Eddie gave them all a pointed look as he planted his hands down on his hips and looked around his family.

"Yes doctor Diaz." (Y/n) whispered softly as she moved to lay her head down on Evan's lap and laid out across the sofa with Nate cuddled into her chest and stomach.

"Diaz-Buckley." Chris corrected, eyes half-lidded as he shimmied back down in the chair and bundled back under the blanket.

Eddie nodded when they all seemed to understand his orders and he smiled before he trailed back into the kitchen to put the washing on and tidy up. He started humming a tune quietly to himself when he heard the music from the tv. He wasn't sure what movie they were all watching. Eddie wasn't so sure any of them were even watching it anymore, they were halfway to sleep and by the time he went back, he knew they would all be fast asleep.

That was what he wanted. He wanted all his family to be asleep and resting so they could get better. Eddie loved each one of them to pieces, but they weren't the best patients in the world when they tried to do too much and didn't listen to him.

"Ooh no… oh baby." Evan closed his eyes and groaned through a cough as his lips curled up in distaste and his nose scrunched up.

Robin threw up on him.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. He was sat in his boxers radiating so much heat that he could warm the whole house up. And one of his twins just chucked up all her milk and medicine right down the left side of his chest.

The feeling made Evan want to be sick and he coughed when he opened his eyes and looked down at her.

Robin tilted her head up and the moment she looked at Evan, a cry burst past her lips which made her begin to cough and croak. Evan ran his hand up and down her back as (Y/n) moved to sit up next to him, grimacing when she saw what had happened.

"I- I'm sorry," Robin blubbered before she let out another cry when Evan unravelled her blanket from her waist and swiftly swiped it across his chest.

"S'alright girlie, not your fault." Evan kissed her burning temple before he slumped forward and set her down on her feet. "Go find daddy, tell him we're gonna get a bath now."

Evan watched her scurry away, tears streaming down her face and cries loudly wailing past her lips. Now she didn't have her pacifier or her blanket that Evan had robbed her of and she still felt sick. She wasn't happy and it was clear in her high pitch cries.

A grin pulled at Evan's lips, despite the coughs he couldn't hide, when he felt Nate tug on his wrist and mumble "Bath?" Quietly while he looked up at Evan with those tired doe eyes.

"You wanna join?"

When Nate nodded, (Y/n) kissed the back of his head and helped him scurry down to the floor. She reached her hand out and rubbed Evan's shoulder and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck. (Y/n) didn't have the energy to join or help, she just wanted to sleep. She would rather stay in here with Chris and finish the movie while Evan tried to relax in the bath with the twins.

She smiled when Evan tilted her head back to kiss her before he used the coffee table as leverage and tried to stand up.

Vertigo hit him like a truck and had him stumbling past the sofa, leaning from one side to the next and he figured the fluids in his ears were unbalanced. Affecting how he held his head and if his head went one way, his body was sure to follow that direction.

"Shit! Eddie…" He whined, feeling like one of the kids when he crashed down to his knees and flopped his head down when his eyes rolled back.

Eddie threw his head back and tried to take a deep breath. He tossed Chris's cover down on his bed and walked out the room to try and see what everyone was doing. He could hear pattering footsteps and he found Nate stood in the doorway to the bathroom and Robin standing close by, her arms bound to her middle as she cried and croaked horribly.

"Daddy!" Her arms stretched out for him but Eddie shook his head when he saw Evan on his hands and knees a little further down the hall, clearly failing at trying to walk.

"Let me get pops first baby-" Eddie cringed and rolled his lips together when Robin screamed.

A high pitch, bubbling scream tore past her lips and she stomped her foot, her arms still held out in front of her. She wanted Eddie and she wanted him now.

"That's not nice." Eddie chided and walked past her to go and get Evan. All the kids knew they couldn't stomp their feet or shout and demand whatever they wanted. None of their parents would give in if they did that and it didn't matter how sick Robin felt, she couldn't scream at Eddie for his attention.

When he walked past her, she cried out and flopped down on her bum on the floor. Deciding she would sit and cry until someone picked her up and decided to comfort her.

"I told you to stay put."

"Robin puked on me… and we all want a bath. Help me up?" Evan braced one hand on the wall and stretched his other hand out to grab Eddie's shoulder when he stood in front of him.

Evan managed a small smile when he felt Eddie's hands on his waist and he carefully reeled him back up and let Evan lean his weight onto him. He smiled and leaned forward, resting their temples together as he brushed his fingers across Eddie's neck.

"Are you joining us?"

"I can't exactly leave you all unattended, now, can I?"

[littlxpxtal]

The Beach

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 3k

If I told you that I loved you

Tell me, what would you say?

If I told you that I hated you

Would you go away?

Now I need your help with everything that I do

I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

Fallin' again

I need a pick-me-up

I've been callin' you "friend,"

I might need to give it up

April

Fuck you

I hover my thumb over the send button for a long breath. When I exhale, I press send, click my phone off and toss it onto my bed. It lands face down.

I walk over to my bathroom, shutting the door behind me and striping down.

The pogues went back to the cut, sending JJ off into the swamp lands with a backpack full of food and camping gear. We are hoping in the next few days we can figure something out to make sure he can come back home safely.

While I shower, I think of all the new information I learned about the mission, and how getting the rest of the gold out was the next goal, but they would have to do it very strategically.

My mind wanders to rafe for a second, and I wonder if he’s back from his trip. Then I remember I hate him, and don’t want to hear back from him. I think about how after my shower, i'm going to block him. I should’ve done that after sending the message anyways.

I’m not entirely sure why it took me so long to send it. I drafted that text the same night JJ and I talked about rafe. I think it just took me a bit of time to finally be able to let go, and let him know I refuse to be treated like this.

There was a small part of me that hoped he already blocked me, so he wouldn’t even see the message from me.

Tomorrow is the last day of spring break, and my family will be back on the outbreaks by nightfall. I think about how I’ll try my best to be asleep by the time they get back tomorrow so I can avoid any questions.

The pogues helped me clean everything, washed bed sheets and dishes, took out the trash and wiped everything down. There was no trace of life in the house, not even from me.

I make mental to do lists of what I still need to do before graduation, what i should wear to school this week, and what color to polish my nails. My mind wanders and runs a million miles a minute as I step out of the shower, ringing my hair into the towel, and plopping it on top of my head. I lotion my body and face up, then wrap myself in a robe.

When I walk out of my bathroom, a shriek spaces my lips.

Rafe is sitting on the edge of my bed, and he’s playing with one of the trinkets from my book shelf.

“What’re you-“ I hold on tightly to the doorknob, ready to run back into the bathroom if needed. I couldn’t read his expression at all.

“You shouldn’t leave the door that leads from the outside, directly into your bedroom, unlocked. Especially when you’re home alone.” He says coyly.

“I think we are privileged enough to know that we don’t really have to worry about those kinds of things here on figure 8, now do we?” I tilt my head, and take in his presence. He’s wearing a hoodie with the hood up. His eyes are on my body, wrapped up in a silk sobe.

“Why are you texting me all crazy like that for, hm?” His eyes finally flicker up to meet mine. They are cold and hard. I glance over to scan my room, find anything to pique my interest enough to not give into the urge to look back at him. My heartbeat raced and I felt my mouth get drier by the second.

“I had been wanting to say it for days, but I figured it would be best if I waited until you were done with your trip so I didnt bother you.’ he scoffs and stands up, taking a step towards me. I responded with a small step backwards, my breath hitching in my throat.

“You think some text behind a screen would’ve ruined my trip? You think saying “fuck you” to me, is something I would get worked up about?”

my lips trembles, my body is reacting in a way as if im getting scolded, or reprimanded for speaking back to an adult.

I don’t speak, my body freezes and he takes another step towards me, his head dipping down.

“You think I care about the fact that you helped hide maybank here at your house?” I hyelped, and my hands trembled. I looked down at the ground, and he’s finally close enough where I can smell his cologne.

He hooks his finger under my chin, and I flinch. My back is pressed against the doorframe, and he leans forward, pushing my chin up, and y eyes meet his,

“Cat got your tongue?” He coos, his eyes look manic, and there’s a slight tremor in his hand.

“I think you do care. And it would’ve ruined your trip.” I finally croak out, letting out the breath I had been holding.

“And I mean it. Fuck you rafe. Fuck you and the mind games you play with me. Your not even my boyfriend and you like to control everything, and if i'm not doing something you Like, you use move onto another one of your girls. Like im disposable, like i dont matter. And I know i Fucking matter to you.”

I dont really mean to say the last part, but it came out anyways. I was just being honest.

He doesn’t respond for a while so we stand in silence, and he stares down at me, his finger still holding under my chin.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I dont object, but I dont open my mouth for more.

“You dont mean it” his whispers, his lips brushing against mine.

“Yes i do” I mumble, my brain getting light from the feeling he brought in my mind.

his other hands reach up and trailing down the valley of my chest against the robe. His fingers make it down to where the rob is tied, and he glances up with a smirk.

“Tell me, y/n, did you finally sleep with him? Did you get back at me?” He hot breath fans against my chest, and he lowers on his knees, slowly pulling open the tied pieces of my robe.

”What Don't you get about the fact that JJ and I don't do that. Never have and never will.” I try my best to pretend I am unaffected by the way his fingers trail up my inner thigh, right to the line of my robe, barely hanging open. His lips press right below my naval, and a whimper escapes my lips.

“It would’ve ruined my trip” he whispers, using his hands to open my legs, I press harder against the wall, the towel on my head finally dropping to the ground, I pull my wet hair to one side, looking down at rafe. His pupils are blown, his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for my response.

“I know it would’ve” I say with a smirk.

”you give me a constant headache” he grumbles, pressing another kiss to the inside of my thigh.

”You Make this whole thing so hard. Would be easier if you just stopped overreacting” I retaliate, bending my knees slightly, opening up my thighs more. He grips my hips and Iicks a strip up my slit.

“Wheres the fun in that?” He says with a chuckle before diving in, suckling on my clit, his fingers burned deep into my hips. I moaned out in pleasure, my hands entangling themselves in his hair.

He hums with pleasure against my heat, and I find myself panting, my head hung low, bottom lip between my teeth.

“So did you fuck her again?” I ask, hissing as he sucks hard on my clit in response.

“Nah” he responds quickly, before his mouth attaches back to my folds, his tongue lapping up and down rhythmically.

I whimper a few times, and he looks up to my eye contact with me.

“You’re easy to piss off” he says against my pussy.

”sounds like you do it on purpose” I groan and bcuck my hips against his face. He releases his mouth, its covered in my slick, and his eyes are still blown out. His right hand trails down, and he runs two fingers between my folds, pushing into my hole, just teasing it slightly. I breath out heavily and he smirks.

“You’re fun to play with” he drawls out, his eyes focuses on the way his fingers are sliding into and out, deeper with each pump. My legs start to shake as he curls his fingers inside. Once they are fully inside , he quickens his pace, the silence in the room filled with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me.

“‘M not a fucking toy” I grit out, pulling his hard harder, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel myself reaching my peak. He doesn’t respond, and instead brings his mouth back up to my clit, flicking it with his tongue, swirling around in circles, clockwise then counterclockwise.

“Fuckkkkk” I groan out, seeing white behind my closed lids. I cum all over rafes face. I dont get to ride it very long, before he’s dragging me over to the bed, and pushing my face down, ass up. He pulls the robe full off my body, and presses my face down into the pillows, I feel himself line his cock up with my entrance, and he pushes in.

”Rafe” I groan, holding out the sheets with all my might. I finish riding out my high as he pounds into me from behind, his hands gripped on both sides of my hips.

Profanities slip from his mouth, accompanied with a few whimpers of my name.

I gain enough strength to push my self up, so im in tabletop position, while he still pumps in and out of me. I turn my head and look back to see the hoods of his eyes are hanging low, his jaw is slack, his tongue peaking out the side, and drips of sweat are beading on his forehead. A whimper erupts from his mouth, and he grunts after, his eyes snapping open to meet mine, as if he sensed me looking at him.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” I bat my lashes innocently and bit my bottom lip.

”Wanted to piss me off so much I just had to come over and fuck you just to get you to shut the fuck up? Huh pretty girl?” My eyes roll back and my head hangs down. He’s tsks his tongue, leaning forward, one hand gripped tightly on my hips, the other gathers my hair in his fist, and he yanks me back, my shoulders pressing up against his chest. He cocks his fist down to the right, angling my head up and back to look up at him. His pace hasn’t faltered once, and the continuing sound of my pussy squelching against his throbbing cock is only getting louder, I can no longer contain my moans, and I squeeze my eyes shut as they spill out of my mouth. He takes this opportunity of my open my mouth to spit in it. My eyes shoot open, and we hold eye contact for a second before I swallow and he smiles.

“All you have to do is ask nicely you know?” His grip on my hair still tight, and his dick is ramming into my harder than before.

“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do.” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. His smile never faulters, and he leans down and kisses me.

“Don’t ever say that shit to me again” he says, breathing into my mouth, his eyes shut, still pounding relentless into me.

“What? Oh, Fuck you” I whimper out. Everything happens so quickly.

His eyes snap open and they darken, he lets go of my hair, pushing me down by my shoulder too the bed.

”Don’t.” He gives my ass a hard slap, making me yelp out.

”Ever” he pulls his dick out, and grabs my hips, flipping me onto my back.

”fucking” he pushing my legs open, and wraps them around his hips.

”say that” his right hand reaches up and wraps around my throat, putting just enough pressure.

”again” he growls the last word before ramming himself into me.

I lift my head up and attach my mouth on his shoulder, sucking harshly to cover the moans I wanted to scream out. His head rests against mine, and he grunts.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” He breathes out heavily, and looks down at me. We make eye contact and I pout, refusing to give in. His hand is still on my throat, and he gives it a squeeze. I groan in response, shutting my eyes.

“Look at me” he commands. My eyes flutter open and he has a smirk on his face.

“I’ll only be a good girl if you promise to stop fucking other girls”

His hips stutter a second before he completely stops. The grip on my throat is released,and he pushes himself up on both hands, hovering over me, my legs still tightly wrapped around his hips.

“Is that what you really want?” He asks sincerely.

I wiggle my hips to try and get him to keep going, but he doesn’t budge.

“I dunno. Can we just keep fucking?” I please, grabbing onto his bicep and reaching up to kiss his neck.

“Sure” he whispers before thrusting again.

We dont say anything the rest of the time, until Rafe is about to cum.

”’m close”

”Not inside me” I protest.

”Fucking duh” he grumbles into my neck before pulling out and finishing on my stomach. He immediately stands up, grabs a tissue and starts cleaning me off.

Once he’s done, he passes me my robe, and he puts his clothes back on.

“Well, are we like good now?” He asks, checking his pockets for his wallet and keys.

”Yea, we always were”

”Right” he says, scratching the back of his head. “Im just gonna” he points towards the door he snuck through. I nod my head in understanding, and watch him leave. I turned off my bedside lamp, and laid in silence.

My moment of self loathing was interrupting by my phone ringing.

Sabrina

I answer immediately

“Sab?” I say into the phone, sitting up.

”Y/N, you need to get down to the beach right now. Like NOW”

I furrow my brow, take my phone from my ear to check the time. I was 9:27pm

”I dont know Sab I was about to go to bed honestly.”

”Bitch, it’s the last night of spring break. And mostly everyone is back, and we’re partying on the beach. Get here NOW” she yells the last part into the phone before hanging up. I hurriedly pack a bag with miscellaneous illegal items, slip on a hoodie and shorts then run out the door. I check Sabrina’s location to see where on the beach she was, and it was decently close for me to make it on foot.

When I arrive, I see a mix of faces, those I get along with, and those who I simply pretend dont exist on a regular basis. Before Sabrina sees me, I catch a glimpse of rafe. He’s taking a drag of a cig while Kelce talks to him and Topper. Topper looks semi interested, while rafe looks like he couldn’t care less. His face looks angry and hard. And hot. Like. Really fucking hot.

Before I could analyze his face more, Sabrina yells out my name, and his head whips in my direction. I look away before our eyes meet, and smile when they land on Sabrina.

“Hi baby, I missed you” she cried out, standing up to greet me with a hug. She’s sitting on a towel that topper brought. I smile down at them and look around to see where I can set up. Conveniently, there’s a spot next to rafe in between him and some random kook.

“Why dont you go sit by rafe and cheer him up a bit. He’s in one of his moods.” Topper jokes, nudging his head over. I give a fake smile and trudge over, laying my towel down without acknowledging him.

When I sit down, he gives me a Look.

“What? We’re you saving this for someone?” I say with a smirk. He gives me a fake smile, and laugh then rolls his eyes.

I pul out the bottle of wine I stole from my parents bar and take a big gulp. I hand it out to him, and he takes it, drinking a small mouthful before passing it back.

We get along cordially, mainly because we dot actually talk to each other. We just silently pass the bottle back and forth between each other, while people chatter among us.

When the night gets late, and everyone starts slowly leaving the beach, it ends up just me and rafe, my head laying on his lap, staring at the stars as he stroked my hair and looked out into the ocean.

”This is nice” he mumbles. I nod my head in agreement and he looks down.

His face is sad, and his eyes are brimmed with tears.

“Y/N, I dont think I can be the person you need.” He whispers, and a tear slips down from his face and lands on my cheek. He wipes it away then looks back out into the ocean.

“Could you try?” I as. My face is hot and flushed from the alcohol, and I was probably going to say something I would later regret. But i don't care. I wanted him to want to try for me.

“You might have to teach me”

“Okay” I whisper. “Rafe?”

”Yes, Y/N?”

”Can you take me home? And will you stay with me?” He smiles.

“Of course”

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[vixeneptune]

🎀 Princess treatment

🎀 I'm such an elegant pretty Princess who gets everything she wants for free

🎀 I'm always treated with so much care, love and respect. People go out of their way to please me and make me happy

🎀 I exude grace and high value, my beautiful aura inspires others to treat me like I have pretty privilege and like I'm so important and special

🎀 I always get VIP treatment wherever I go, I'm used to it by now

🎀 people are very attentive to me, they're so generous they spoil me and shower me with so much love, attention, affection and gifts

🎀 I love how everyone is so kind and sweet to me 🥺 its obvious that I'm their fav person and they truly love me

🎀 my feminine energy attract masculine men who provide for me abundantly and treat me like a princess

🎀 I literally never have to pay for anything, men always offer to pay for me and buy me things no matter how expensive. I'm worth every dime

🎀 I always attract men who are secure, masculine, rich, generous and treat me like a goddess queen. They love me unconditionally

🎀 people are so sweet to me I always get so many compliments about my beauty, personality and aura. Everyone thinks im the prettiest girl they've ever seen. They tell me how gorgeous, classy and lovable I am 🥰 I'm always surrounded with love and genuine people who treat me the best

🎀 being in my life is a privilege, I add value to others just by existing and everyone gives back to me 10x folds

🎀 I never have to worry about anything bc im always taken care of and supported. People love helping me with everything, I have all the support I need and more and I'm so grateful

🎀 a pretty princess like me doesn't even have to try or work for anything, I don't stress about anything , everything naturally comes to me bc I'm so attractive and magnetic

🎀 I love taking care of myself , I always look fresh clean and I smell so sweet and addictive. I literally look perfect from head and toe and everyone tells me that

🎀 I'm so lucky I get princess treatment everywhere I go it's unavoidable and I love it. I get princess treatment even from strangers , they carry my bags for me, they open doors for me, they give me things for free, they give me flowers and compliments and offer me things. It's so sweet

🎀 I'm open to receiving princess treatment bc thats what I deserve. My energy is feminine , inviting and open to receive. I attract the best kind of treatment, the best kinds of people and the best experiences. I'm so high quality that I keep on getting the best

🎀 people are always on their best behavior when they're around me bc I'm elite. They do everything to satisfy my needs and make sure I'm happy and comfortable and I don't even have to ask , they keep on showering me with love nonstop without expecting anything in return , my smile, my approval and appreciation is enough :)

🎀 my feminine presence is so classy and elegant it attracts both men and women. People would do anything just to be around me , to be my friend or my lover that's the biggest win. I'm highly pursued and wanted by everyone.

🎀 everywhere I go I hear people whispering about how pretty and charming I am. Everywhere I go I get more than 10 people who are in love with me and competing for my love & attention. I receive love letters, flowers, and gifts just for existing

🎀 "anything for you princess" , "i don't want you to worry about anything , let me handle it" , "I bought you your favourite things just because" , "how are you so pretty? I can't take my eyes off of you" , "I'd do anything just to see you smile" , "don't even have to carry your wallet ,I take care of everything" , "get ready I'm taking you on a trip to your desired country", "you're the kinda girl every man would die to be with" , "your femininity is intoxicating", "I love your energy I can't help but treat you like the royalty that you are", "you literally look like the prettiest princess", "you're so elegant and ethereal, I'm mesmerised by you" are things I hear often

Princess treatment subliminal

[themostlesbianever]

College AU Sevika x reader chapter 4

A/N: I havent posted a new chapter since last year hihihi. Sorry I had to make that joke

In all seriousness, sorry for making yall wait for so long, ive been doing a bit shit.

One last thing, Im very scared of mischaracterising my girl Sevika so please let me know if i write her in a way that does not seem right🙏

this chapter has a reference to reader having long hair.

more parts

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You’re abruptly awoken by Sevikas alarm going off, you hear her groan before hearing some rustling. You’re just about to get up to turn the alarm off yourself but then it stops ringing. The bed creaks and Sevika groans again, then yawns. 

You turn in your bed, facing her now instead of the wall. You crack one eye open slightly, trying to savor the sleepiness you were still feeling. “Morning” you say, voice just above a whisper. “Morning” she replies, voice gravelly yet soft. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” she asks. 

You shrug your shoulders. “Why are you up so early Sev?” 

You had given her the nickname ‘Sev’ a little over a week ago and she hasn’t told you to stop yet, so you were going to keep calling her that until she did. 

“It’s really not that early,” she says. “but I wanted to go to the gym before class.” 

“Oh yeah, forgot you’re a gym bro,” you joke. She rolls her eyes but a small chuckle escapes her lips. “Also waking up early is good for you.”

You roll your eyes at her. “Sure” you say before turning back around to catch a little more sleep. You listen to the subtle sounds of her getting ready for the gym before drifting back into a comfortable sleep. 

You’re once again woken up against your will, this time by Sevika opening the door and entering the room. “Are you still asleep?” Are the first words that come out of her mouth. You open your eyes and are met with a shirtless Sevika. She's wearing a simple black sports bra and black sweatpants. The t-shirt she was wearing earlier is now draped off her waist, one end of it tucked into the front of her waistband, the rest hanging loose. 

Her giant arms and impressive abs are on full display and you can’t help but admire them. She starts making her way over to her closet. “As a matter of fact, I was just about to get up” you lie. You sit up and the blanket falls off of you, the cold air of the room suddenly hitting you. You shiver, quickly pulling the blankets up to your chin. 

“Sev, could you grab me a hoodie from my closet please, it’s freezing in here.” you ask her. She turns towards you. “Dude you’re so dramatic, it’s not that cold” she says, walking to your closet anyway and grabbing a plain dark green hoodie. She throws it to you and you thank her. 

“I’m gonna go shower quickly, do you wanna get breakfast together?” She asks, once again rummaging around in her closet, presumably looking for something to wear. “Yeah sure” you reply. “I’ve gotta call my grandma in a bit though, she’s very serious about our weekly calls, especially now that I'm at college and can’t visit her as often,” you add.  

“You’re really close to your grandma right?” she asks. You simply nod. 

You’ve been really close to your grandma for as long as you can remember. When you were very little you were over at your grandmas all the time, when your mum was at work, shopping, going out with friends. And both you and your grandma absolutely loved it.

As you got older you just got closer and closer, coming over for a cup of tea, baking cookies together, preparing Christmas dinner and all sorts of other fun activities. You told her everything. So she was naturally sad to see you leave for college. You had promised to call her at least once a week, if not more. 

She had also said she’d come ‘break you out of that joint’ if it ever got too much. She’s the sweetest old lady and you love her to death, and so does your mother. Sometimes when you call her you’ll hear your mother coming in to visit grandma, so you stay a little longer, gossiping with both of them and telling them how much you miss them. 

“That’s cute” she says, you think you hear a slight hint of sadness or disappointment in her voice but you shrug it off. She grabs all of her shower stuff and heads out the door. You get up out of bed and stretch your arms out over your head. You grab your phone from your nightstand and go to your grandma's contact, clicking the little phone button and calling her. 

The harsh beeptone starts playing, indicating that you were, in fact, calling your grandma. After it goes off a few times she picks up.  “Good morning darling, how are you?” a slightly scratchy voice sounds from the phone. “Hello grandma, I’m doing alright, how about you?” 

“I’m doing alright darling, how's college? Are you and your roommate getting along?” She asks, “Yeah, she’s really nice, and a good roommate too. She cleans up after herself, isn't too loud. And another bonus, she doesn’t mind my endless yapping.” You say, finishing with a small chuckle. “I told you you’d be alright, how’s that boy of yours, Ekko?” She asks.

Ekko has been around your grandma's house many times as well while you two were growing up.

“Yeah he's good too grandma, and he's not my boy” you say sternly. “That's good to hear darling, I’ve always liked that boy. When you two were little you were attached at the hip.” She says with a little laugh, remembering all the shenanigans you and ekko got up to back in the day. 

“Yeah, I’d say we still are” You laugh. You put the phone back down on your nightstand, and tap the speaker button. Sevika never takes very long to get ready, so you want to be close to ready when she returns, so you can leave for breakfast quickly.

You open one of the drawers under your bed, the one with all of your pants in it, and happily chat away with your grandma while trying to find the right pair of jeans for the day. She talks about some of the neighborhood gossip. Your grandma seems to know everyone in town and also everything about everyone, so gossip sessions are always fun with her.

You pick out baggy light wash denim jeans to wear for today, also grabbing a black belt from the drawer. You close the drawer and lay the pants and belt down on your bed. You then open the second clothes drawer and grab a tight, black, long sleeve shirt. You also lay this down on the bed, then make your way over to the closet. You grab a dirty grey colored jacket and also lay that down on the bed. 

You get dressed, tucking the long sleeve into your jeans and throwing on the jacket, zipping it up about halfway. You're still on the phone with your grandma while doing your hair, you let out a few frustrated grunts. “What's wrong dear?” She questions

“My hair is being SO annoying right now, I just want to wear a high ponytail but there's bumps every time I put the elastic in.” You groan. “Just wear your hair down,” she replies, probably with a shrug. “No I can do it,” you say. Trying one last time to put your hair up, you brush it all back and grab it with one hand, plucking out two little strands of hair to frame your face. You slide the elastic off your wrist, twisting it around the ponytail. You almost cheer when you see you finally succeeded. 

You sit down on your bed and just as you do, Sevika walks in. “Hi, I’m still on the phone with my grandma if you wanna say hi.” you say. “Hi miss y/l/n” she says. “Hello dear” 

“I’m assuming that means you have to hang up then?” She asks, clearly a little disappointed. “Yeah sorry grandma” you reply. Sevika had started getting ready almost as soon as she had gotten back from her shower, and somehow she was almost done already. 

“I will talk to you later grandma, have a good day” you tell her, she tells you to have a good day too and you hang up. Putting on your jewelry as a finishing touch before heading out to grab breakfast with Sevika. 

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txt reactions: bf!txt when you wear their shirt (smut)

tags ! Suggestive/smut ,, Somnophila ,, thigh riding ,, blindfoldeds ,, degrading ,, semi public sex ,, eating out (will make a full smut on one member if requested)

Soobin: You always wait for soobin to come home from work. No matter what. However this time, you spent all day hard at work you could barely keep your eyes open on the drive home. You took a quick shower and just threw on whatever you grabbed firsts. Snuggle into the bed, hell it wasn't even your side of the bed. You fell asleep hoping soobin would understand. Well once soobin came home and saw you in his shirt, he was done for. Slowly lifting up his shirt on you, he left small marks and hickeys all over your chest. He knew you had a thing for Somnophilia. And it was one of his major turn ons so why not test it out on his pretty little bunny <3

Yeonjun: While he was in the kitchen making coffee for you guys. You were getting ready for the day. You decided to wear one of your many shirts that you stole from your boyfriend. This one he wore to the ama 2022 award show however. it was too long to be worn as a normal shirt. So you threw on some small shorts and a belt to make it a semi-dress. Without the shorts- if ur raised ur arms ur ass and everything else could be seen. You made your way to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him. A soft "hi baby" leaves his mouth as he turns around to face you. Only to see the opening of ur chest pushed up against him. You're ass peaking out since you were on ur tippy toes ? Did he forget to mention how pretty you look in his shirt with your cum running down his leg ? He will just have to show you then.

Beomgyu: God fuck how were you this perfect? Blind fold covering your face as he fucked you in his shirt. The soft fabric didn't even cover much since well- he unbuttoned the whole thing after he got you where you are now. You're moans filling the room as the shirt sleeves slide off of you. "Aww look at you, you're so small my shirt can't even stay on you" he said in a mocking tone as he fucked you harder. He was always one to talk down on you when you were just so submissive too him. He didn't even have to fight u to get the blindfold on. You just listened to him like the dumb pup you are.

Taehyun: "What are you some kinda fucking whore?" God was he pissed off. You looked so damn good while you guys went to the park for your date. A short skirt, Knee socks, and his damn shirt unbuttoned almost to where you could see your chest. Well now the shirt is well off of you. The Starbucks restroom door locked as teahyun bends you over the skin. "Showing over everything damn thing you have, and in your own boyfriends shirt." He hasn't even touched you where u need him most. Hes just been hitting ur ass over and over and over again, you're sure your screams can be heard from the people outside. He pulled your head back by ur hair. "You. Car. Now. You're gonna sit and not whine or beg until we're home. And if you do I'm not gonna let you fucking cum at all." Oh boy did your plan work

Huening kai: you were snuggled up on the couch with hyuka just watching a movie. You've felt as if your plan to make him fuck you failed. And you were just so fed up. You wore his shirt after hearing what your friends bf did to her after she wore his. And damnit you wanted that treatment too. Little did you know hyuka wasn't doing any better then you were. Every 2 minutes you had to pull the shirt back up from falling off. Your damn chest being flashed to him so much. This last time tho, he couldn't take it. Flipping you onto ur back and pulling your panties down to your ankle. Hyuka was done with waiting. "Huen ? What are you doing..?" You ask as if you had no clue. "Im gonna take you let me eat you please..pleaseee you look so good in my shirt I can't hold back" You didn't even get s chance to answer when he licked your clit slowly <3

Reminder !! If a story is requested from one of these I'll probably do it !!

[octoberautumnbox]

Yuri is lucky that she could go to Hyewon's place whenever she needs to washup lol. Can't imagine Yuri's face when she discovered the roach in her bathroom 🤣🙈

What if Yuri goes over to Hyewon's place...

And Hyewon still insists on giving you head when Yuri is only a short distance away in the shower 😳

"Hyewon... Ah...Now's not the best time, Yuri will hear us! She could be coming out anytime soon!"

"So what? Who said the bathroom is the only thing I'm sharing with Yuri today 😉"

Yuri's look of hunger when she sees the moment you're cumming uncontrollably inside Hyewon's throat. Your eyes watery and Hyewon has her whole face pressed against your crotch while your body spasms from the stimulation 🙊

Even though I'm gonna embarrass myself horribly, I don't think I could turn down Hyewon's offer 🤤

a/n: thanks for the ask frisky! to this day it's still wild to me how they did a post-bath/shower scene in Yuri's photobook but im literally the last one on this planet to complain 😋

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"Aish, you two," Yuri says while running her fingers through her hair. "You couldn't wait for me?" She takes a seat next to you and leans her head on your shoulder, staring lazily at your cock.

"You were taking forever. He was getting bored." Hyewon licks her lips as she says it, savoring the taste of your cum. She makes a show of it by dragging her tongue all along her plump lips, and the blatant attempt to try and get you hard again is regrettably working.

Your reply comes in the midst of ragged breaths: "Don't... pin this all on me. I wanted to... wait for everyone to... be ready."

The older girl takes your hand and starts sucking your index finger, giving it the same love she gave your cock just moments ago. The younger, on the other hand, giggles at her valiant efforts to get you going again and decides to help her out.

Yuri takes your other hand and places it over her breasts, only a thin fabric in between her chest and your fingertips. Even then, you can feel her soft and perky tits through her top, and the playful pinches you deliver on her nipples cause them to stiffen in pleasure. You watch as they start to poke against the fabric, and she catches you ogling her. With a smirk, she let's out a cute moan to signal her pleasure.

Hyewon, not wanting to be one-upped, takes her place on your other side. She pulls her top off, revealing in tantalizing slowness of the skin of her tummy and chest. Once it's all off, she takes the same position as Yuri and makes you cup her boobs too. Her nipples stiffen in the same way, and her moans at how you play with her body spur all three of you on.

With a knowing look shot at each other, the girls decide wordlessly on a two-pronged attack. Hyewon's delicate fingers wrap around your cock and give long, slow strokes, while she goes in and takes your lips with hers. At the same time, Yuri leans down and starts licking and kissing the tip of your dick, making sure to leave her spit and help her unnie out.

Your tongue and Hyewon's swirl around each other, forcing more moans out of her, while Yuri's soft lips place kisses on your head and shaft wherever she can reach. She takes your cock in her mouth as best she can, trying her hardest to share with her unnie's hand instead of taking you all the way to the back of her throat for herself.

You wonder for a moment how you got two of the most beautiful idols on the planet this needy for you. How on earth did you get to the point where they're so willing to share you between themselves, allowing you to grope their bodies and suck your cock as if they were your own property to do what you please with?

But that doesn't matter now. You find both Hyewon and Yuri with two of their own fingers inside their cunts, rubbing their walls at the pace you set as you play with their boobs. Hyewon grows careless with her kiss, growing sloppier by the minute, not caring how much of your shared saliva falls out of your mouths. Yuri's moans deliver just the right vibrations to your cock growing needier with each lick of your slit. She frantically tries even harder to take more of you into her mouth, her common sense slipping away from her.

You try to warn Yuri that you're close, but Hyewon never lets up. Each time you try and pull away, all she does is pull you back and make you squeeze her soft tits harder. You do the same with Yuri, pinching her nipples harder and groping her more roughly, and it drives her wild. You're not sure if it delivers the message you wanted it to, but you slowly forget as your orgasm arrives.

Hyewon feels the way your cock throbs and immediately lets go, only to force Yuri down onto your crotch. Yuri welcomes it and takes you all the way, licking your shaft as much as she can, savoring your taste and the hard work she put into this load she's about to take. You don't disappoint, and suddenly her mouth is flooded with your thick and warm cum. She tries taking all of it in, but inevitably she lets a few drops fall out with the sheer amount of it. Still, her tongue works overtime to extract every single drop you can give her, and each thrust into her mouth-pussy sends away another thought in her head to be replaced her desire for you and you alone.

Two orgasms so far into the night, and they haven't even started getting serious. You start to get nervous, but they reassure you that everything from here on out is all just mindless fun.

"Don't worry, oppa," Yuri sighs dreamily, obviously still in the ecstasy of getting her face fucked, "we're gonna have so much fun."

"Yeah, just relax and fuck us like you always wanted to." Hyewon punctuates each word with a kiss on your neck. "I promise we'll play nice, unless you want us not to."

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a/n: holy shit wait a minute is this my first threesome fic??

[carefreecoffee]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Impromptu date: Shouto Todoroki˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Word count: 1.4k, Female reader

The phone rang for the fifth time already…

My date was supposed to pick me up from my dorm an hour ago. I had done my up, picked out my outfit with great detail and even managed to take an ‘everything shower’ from head to toe nearly passing out from the work I was putting into it.

I felt the tears pricking the corner of my eyes as the phone went to voicemail once more. It wasn't the first time he had stood me up, thinking he'd changed in due time. To my demise, Ii was wrong and with a huff, I threw my phone onto my plush bed, kicking off my shoes and groaning in frustration.

I know I shouldn’t be so worked up over some guy, however how could I not be? After all the work and time I spent getting ready, even checking in to make sure date night was still on! I sat at my desk, head in my hands as I held back the tears that threatened to fall, tilting my head up and trying to save my makeup.

A few tears successfully fall, smudging my makeup a bit as I curse lowly, wiping it away. I jolt in my chair as a knock is heard from the door. With a swivel, I stand up anxiously, reaching out for the door. 

To my surprise it had been Todoroki who had decided to show up unexpectedly.

“Hey y/n, you left this down in the common rooms-” I watch as his eyes finally fully rake over me, taking in my current state. 

“Are you uh- going somewhere?”

I ran a hand through my hair, leaning on my door as I held the handle. “Um, i mean, i was going to but my plans kinda…fell through” I chuckle sheepishly

I look at his hands, seeing some of my textbooks I had left from earlier. I take them from his hands, thanking him.

“Yeah, no problem” He glances over at me once more and I internally cringe at how I must look right now; disheveled, tired. “Are you okay?”

I look at him quizzically before remembering how my face must look with the state of my makeup. “No no yeah im okay” I wiped my eyes slightly, trying to take off any extra mascara that had smeared.

Shouto looked at me with a quirked brow, clearly not buying my obvious bluff. “What happened?”

I sigh, feeling the former emotions reel back into me and I reluctantly begin to open up. “Ah well- I had a date today actually but he.. kinda bailed on me last minute” I rub my neck, looking away awkwardly.

“Oh, I see. I'm sorry to hear that, y/n” He shoves his fists in his pockets, brows furrowed slightly. I wave him off, opening up the door a bit more.

“It's fine! Really, don't feel bad” I try giving him a reassuring smile, hoping he doesn't pry further.

He seemed to be lost in thought until his heterochromatic eyes met mine once more. “Are you doing anything else today?” 

I shake my head rather automatically at his questioning, knowing all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball on my bed, watch shitty drama TV and snack to my heart's content. 

He hums, “Well if you wanna- uh, we could go somewhere so you didn't get dressed for nothing, if you want of course..?” I notice the small bit of hesitation in his voice, his hands shifting a bit in his pants pockets. 

His consideration filled my heart slightly. At least someone knows how much work goes into looking this good. I take in his questioning before nodding, “Yeah…that actually sounds like a good idea” I smile, leaning on the doorframe now, fumbling with the hem of my outfit. “What do you have in mind?”

Shouto looks at you in slight surprise, knowing you’d probably rather be alone right now but not entirely upset about your answer. “Whatever you want. We’ve got a couple hours until curfew” He checks his watch before looking at me expectantly. 

I nod and grin, “ ‘Kay, let me grab my shoes real quick” I shut the door before quickly slipping my shoes back on, grabbing my bag and a jacket for when it gets cold later on. Maybe this night was going to turn out to be fine after all, and without my flaking date.

I opened the door once more before locking it, looking at Shouto as he leaned on the wall across from me. “Ready?”

I nod, walking in tow with him as we make our way down the corridor, into the elevator and finally out of the dormitories. The sun was up and gleaming, thankful that I was able to get out somehow today and especially with the great weather. 

We make our way toward one of my favourite places; a cute secluded cafe with the best tea on earth (I swear). “I walk toward it happily, entering, ordering and looking to Shouto.

“Do you want anything?” 

He looks at the menu before nodding, a small grin on his face as he orders a small boba tea, his hand reaching into his pocket for his wallet. I go to stop him but before I can, the transaction is made. As we wait for the drinks, I speak up. 

“You didn't have to pay for it you know”

He shakes his head, placing his wallet back into his back pocket. “It was nothing. The woman shouldn't have to pay”

His bluntness brings an end to my protesting. We grab our drinks and head out, walking along the sidewalk as we enter the busier parts of the streets, drinking my drink happily as we walk in tandem.

“Where to next?” Shoutos soft voice breaks the comfy silence, his eyes meeting mine as I speak up.

“Well, we planned on going to the arcade near the movie theatre but only if you’d wanna go-”

“I would” He interrupts rather enthusiastically, mumbling a small apology after noticing his rudeness. All I could do was smile and nod before leading the way a couple blocks down as we fell into conversation.

The arcade was lively with lights blaring and every machine making sound. My eyes light up as I point toward a few, ushering Shouto toward me.

We take our time with each game, Shouto seemingly breaking out of his shell by the second. The smile on my face spreads as we earn tickets, win prizes and ultimately use our tickets, spending them on the usual small toys; Rings, fake tattoos, candies. It wasn't until I finished spending my tickets that he pushed a plush panda stuffed animal toward me. 

It looked soft, holding a cute little drink with big gleaming plastic eyes. I look at Shouto, albeit confused. “For me?” I took it from his grasp hesitantly as he nodded. 

“Mhm” Was all he conjured, spending his tickets on the smaller items as well as he left me wondering and looking down at the plushie. It had to be a good few hundred tickets, with the good quality and cute exterior. 

He nods to me, ushering to leave. We set foot on the concrete once more, heading back to the dorms; both hungry and spent from the fun outing. 

“Did you have fun?” He asks, looking at me expectantly.

I nod without hesitation, “Of course I did! And I totally beat you at Dance Dance Revolution” I nudged his arm playfully.

He chuckles, the sound light in the air as it transfers to my own emotions, the root of this outing fully leaving my mind. We reach the entrance of ‘Heights Alliance’ once more, walking through the gates and reaching the dormitories. He holds the door open for me, allowing me to walk by with a thank you. 

As we enter, the sight of our friends and respective classmates refreshes me. I smile and wave before b-lining for the kitchen to make up something quick to eat. Shouto follows much to my surprise.

I glanced over to see him also taking out ingredients for what looked to be instant soba. I smile softly, “Thanks by the way” 

He hums before waving me off. “It wasn’t a problem, y/n” His eyes made contact with mine as I shut the fridge. “Besides, you deserved it” A small, rare smile makes way to his porcelain skin, making my heart lurch slightly as I feel my ears heat slightly.

All I could reciprocate was a wider smile than before, engaging in small talk as we prepared our respective dinners. 

Even if my plans fell through, I guess it wasn't all that bad. I'm glad to have a friend who considered me and even made me feel something i don't think i had felt in a while. Here wa_s to many more impromptu hangouts- or what I wanted to consider; dates.

[mimilogoff]

you're my music

song: the night we meet

warnings: angst to fluff?, violence, death(not Danny nor you)

"I want to show you something," Danny said as he guided me to his room and locked it. "okay.....what is it?" I said squinting my eyes at Danny, grabbing my hand he dragged me fast in front of his work table, and then I saw the demonic-looking book. "Danny.... what's this, where did you get it from?" I asked with concern, I had a little hobby in the field of witchcraft and I already knew that whatever this was, wasn't good." That's why I called you to come over! I told you there was an earthquake!" he said while looking at you with that look that I knew too well, he wanted to do something with that book, something you wouldn't like not one bit. "Danny, how did you find it?" you asked with concern visible on your face. "when I was in the garage with those annoying rats, the earthquake came, and after it, I saw that there was a hole and went to check. You should have seen what was inside, it was like an ancient bank, but anyway, after I got inside I went a little bit ahead and saw a dark room with many crosses and coins hanging from the roof-" I stopped Danny from his paragraph with grabbing the book and putting it inside the cover it came with. "were going to place it back where you found it from" I said with my hands visibly trembling, this was a demon book, something none should ever touch. "but mom won't let me out tonight" Danny looked at me with that piercing look of his, oh how I wish I could kiss those lips...get yourself together! you mentally slapped yourself then sighed in frustration. "tomorrow first thing in the morning you're returning that book!" I told him with a stern voice. "but I could sell it for a good price!" Danny compromised with me. "no, Danny! this is very dangerous!" Danny looked at me with sadness in his eyes then he snapped "You don't know anything! The money I would sell this for would be a blast for Mom! you would never understand!" I let him finish and without a word, I went out, he did not even bother to follow me or say sorry, no, not a word. I hope he at least will follow what I told him. As I was walking home to my cold and dark appartament I had one of the worst feelings, should have I not left? ... ... ... Its his choice! I warned him! I continued to ramble to myself till I arrived at my appartament. Going to the bathroom i looked myself in the mirror, what is he doing right now, is he thinking about me how I'm thinking about him? nah, no way, he surely doesn't even care about me, literally forgot about me, I tell myself as I walk into the shower, while washing my face i couldn't stop thinking about Dann, is he good? is he sleeping? my mind couldn't stop thinking about it, about him, what is he doing? is he thinking about me like im thinking about him? at least 10 precent? no way could he ever... i keept telling myself the same thing till i somehow found myself in the kitchen making some tea. 3AM read on my phone, oh dear lord how did time pass that fast? i continued as i was making my way to the bed ploping in it and dozing off in an instant.

RING!?

RING!?

RING!?

I shot my eyes open searching for my phone and looking at the contact...Danny? at 5AM? I answered, ready to scold him for calling me so early in the morning but I got interrupted by rapid breathing and hearing him scream at the phone for me to open the gates to the building I lived in, as I was rushing to press the button to it I heard him scream about his mom going crazy and all his family going crazy then I heard him running up the stairs to the 4th floor where I was so I opened the door and ran downstairs towards him when I saw him all bloody with his left arm covered in blood and visibly stab wound i=I helped him upstairs to my apartment and when I got him inside I locked the door as he kept shouting too, and started to undress him from the top to see the wound, not calling the ambulance as he said that he doesn't want to. "what happened?!" I asked him while searching in the kitchen for a pair of scissors without letting him answer I went into the bathroom to find the med kit then ran back to the kitchen almost slipping and starting to rapidly and messily throw everything on the table to find the disinfectant "tell me what happened?" I asked the second time a little bit calmer so as to not alarm him even more "Bite my shoulder if it hurts too much you'll tell me later what happened." I said as I started pouring the disinfectant on his wound making him scream and bite my shoulder making me wince in pain but I continued pouring, after making sure I got it clean I bandaged it as good as I could, his shoulder, arm, then locked it with a piece that went around his other shoulder. I sigh as I sit on the chair next to his handing him a glass of water. "now, tell me what happened." I asked as my hand went to his tight comforting." I.....I...I opened that damn book...and- and-" he began then got interrupted by his own sobs, I already knew what happened." did someone remain alive?" I asked as I looked at him sobbing not wanting yet to hug him, I had to know the truth. "yes Kassie and Beth, but They remained inside To kill it, I... I couldn't help and I just ran, it's all my fault-" he continued to sob then I hugged him. "Let's go to bed so you can lay and rest, you had a long night," I told him as I got up and helped him get up then he looked at me panicked "What's wrong?" I asked him then he shock his head and kept on saying that he didn't deserve to go to sleep and wake up, I then only realized how bad he actually felt "Oh Danny... come to bed, you deserve it, you're alive for a reason, stay alive for me, please." I beg as I look at him with pure love. He nods and grabs my hand as he lets himself dragged to my bedroom. When I let him sit after helping him to get his pants down and wash himself in the bathroom next to my bedroom I help him get the pajama pants he left over other times he came. I help him lay in my bed and as I go to the other side to go under the blankets too he grabs me with his right arm "Can you cuddle me...please?" he never asked me for physical touch, not saying a word I gently take him in my arms and make sure he's comfortable, with his head on my chest.

Before falling asleep he muttered something, something that will allways remain with me

"I love you.....please never leave me"

I kiss his forehead and whisper I love you, even tho he will never know how truly I love him, for how long I loved you, you will never leave me, you have nowhere to go, you have no one. I say to myself as I watch him sleep, oh how id do anything for you, my love.....

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[cyberbabyangell]

₊˚⊹☆ sorens formula

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HELLO.

jst wanted to try out the biggest text sorry

lately ive been focusing on the void and waking up there every morning, because with school i cant rlly actively attempt to go there awake anymore. just during the weekends. so here's everything i do, not only void related but also jst shifting and manifesting wise.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི goals : shift in seconds, enter the void every time i wake up, have the 3d bend to my will more easily

. ݁₊ ⊹ morning: i get ready for school, as painful as it is. this is when i like to remind myself of stuff the most, like how i shift in seconds and stuff. i usually have something in the background like a show or subliminals depending on how i feel. in the shower is where i start visualising my dr a lot. random thought but this is literally my last year of school in this reality and i swear im feeling smth 😭

. ݁₊ ⊹ school: on my way i daydream a lot. i daydream hours per day and its not rlly something i can control BUT i have been trying to lately, and have it 50/50 like daydreaming half the way and affirming the second half or daydreaming on the bus and affirming when i walk. during class, if the teachers allow it i put on calm songs that i'd put in the innerspace and visualise myself studying there. during launch i listen to stuff for the void :P whenever i find myself bored at school with a notebook laying around i write down my robotic affirmations.

. ݁₊ ⊹ afternoon: i put on void affirmations (no music) because i automatically repeat them when i hear them :D and i add a morphic field with that. its usually layered (field in one tab and affirmations in the other) but i also like to listen to the field after the affirmations. usually the field triggers physical symptoms like motion sickness, slight headache, shivers/goosebumps and stuff so i dont like listening to it more than 3 times. then i take a break and do whatever. at some point ill put on my void playlist and lay on my bed and affirm. if i finished school hyper early or its the weekend i do enter the void awake! but i like waking up in it better.

. ݁₊ ⊹ night: i put on a shifting reprogramming sub! to remind myself that i shift effortlessly and in seconds. at first id listen to any subliminal so i could give my subconscious the "choice" of either waking up in my dr or in the void, but i narrowed it to changing my shifting mindset while i focus on the void. i check the formula to make sure they dont include immediate shifts/waking up there 😾

. ݁₊ ⊹ manifestation: this is something i do throughout the day without much thought, its been a week and a half honestly and im already used to it. like, first of all every time someone pisses me off i try to not let it get to me and i instantly tell myself, "It's 3D stuff, it won't matter for too long." and since i talk to myself a lot about shifting, i have the occasion to persist! so to remind myself "Only my 4D matters, I'm already in the innerspace, I already shift whenever i want" blablabla. i also have a vision board

the stuff i listen to!!

these two usually once or twice a day! ↑

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this ↑ playlist contains classic void subliminals, a void morphic field and a self-hypnosis! ive been doing the self hypnosis for 5 days now :3 its what i listen to when i lay down and affirm.

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↑ this is what i listen to at night, with a morphic field :D usually the same one as above lol.

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↑ these are all manifestation subs, i used to listen to them but i dont wanna overload my subconscious :3 and also i dont need them anymore because i keep manifesting naturally 🫶 i jst dont gatekeep ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩

" what works for me may not work for you, but that doesn't mean you can't explore! and listen to your gut! "

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[alyssaswrld999]

Why Do You Have To Be So Handsome?

Rick Grimes x Reader

*Y/n has had a crush on Rick for awhile and she and him finally confess feeling for eachother*

Warning: Kissing

Y/n's pov:

I have had a crush on Rick Grimes for awhile now actually. Ever since I arrived in Alexandria he is all I could think about. He was always nice to me since the day we met.

He made me feel welcomed in Alexandria and even gave me somewhere to stay until I could get back on my feet. Pretty soon after I got here I decided it was best to do chores since it will pay off my debt if I'm going to be living here in Alexandria.

I get up from my bed and head to the master bathroom. I decided to take an early shower and then make my way to go see what I could do to help out.

From where I've been here for a little while I've made some new friends. But I am more closer friends with Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Abraham, Rosita, Rick, Carl, Michonne, Carol and Tara. They just understand me more and they are really nice.

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I finally get dressed and I made my way outside and down the street to see what I could do. Eventually from walking I seen Daryl outside working on his bike.

"Your doin a pretty good job fixin her up Dixon" I hollered. Daryl looked up and seen me walking towards him and he chuckled.

"Whatcha doin outta bed thought ya was supposed to be restin" Daryl said. I nodded my head In agreement but then again I'm stubborn. "Well I am supposed to be but I feel better enough to do at least some chores" I answered.

"Well if ya want ya can go on a run with me in awhile" Daryl said. I looked at him with a shocked expression. "Really? I can go" I said excited. "Yea I mean I'm fine with it but its just gotta make sure Rick agrees" Daryl added.

That's when I it felt like my heart went to my stomach. "Daryl you know how Rick gets he will get over protective and say "oh she's not ready" or some other things" I said in defense. Daryl looked at me and just chuckled a little.

"I'm serious Dixon please" I said. Daryl nodded his head and agreed not to tell Rick. "On one condition though" Daryl said. I looked at him with a full serious face. "Anything" I added.

"I'll take ya on this run but ya gotta prove that ya capable of takin care of ya self ain't just gonna be me always Savin ya" Daryl said. I mean it made sense he ain't always gonna be there to save me. I gotta prove to him that im capable of killing walkers on my own now from were I'm feeling a bit better.

"Deal" I said.

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Well the run was a fail for sure. There was at least five times that I fell and almost got killed but luckily for me Daryl was there. As we got through the gates to Alexandria I got off of Daryls bike.

"Y/n" Daryl hollered. I ignored him and ran to my house. Lucky for me I actually made it there perfectly fine. But when I got in my house I was just tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. "What's wrong with me" I thought.

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Daryls POV:

Well that run didn't go well and we almost died. "Y/n" I hollered but she still kept walking. "Damn it" I thought. I'm gonna have to report this to Rick because well we didn't really come back with anything.

I drived my motorcycle to the garage door of my house and parked inside. As I was fixing it to stand up Rick appeared beside me. "Hey Daryl you ok?" Rick asked.

I looked over at him and nodded my head. "Ya gonna have to go and check on Y/n. She's got a concussion from the run and she ran to her house before I could take her to the infirmary" I said.

Rick nodded his head and began to walk away. "Daryl.." Rick said. I turned and seen him looking at me. "Thank you... for telling me" Rick added. I nodded my head and looked down at my fingers.

"Ya welcome besides she's ya girl so I mean it's the right thing to tell ya" I said. Rick nodded and then exited the garage to go find Y/n.

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Y/n's POV:

I slowly walked to the kitchen with the massive migraine I had. "Why do I gotta be so stupid sometimes" I thought. As I make it finally into the kitchen I grab a bottle of water. Then suddenly I heard a knock at my front door.

"Great" I thought. I slowly start walking to the door and the person kept knocking a little bit. "I'm comin hold ya horses" I shouted. I open the door to be met by Rick.

"Oh... hey Rick" I said. Rick looked at me and nodded his head. "Hey Y/n you feelin okay?" Rick asked. I nodded my head and held the door. "Y-yeah I'm alright" I said.

Rick looked me dead in the eyes and he had a face of deep concern. "May I come inside?" Rick asked me as he nodded his head towards the living room. "Y-yeah of course" I said moving out of the way.

Rick walks inside the house and I close the front door. "Daryl told me what happened on the run..." Rick said. I turned and looked at him to see that he was looking at me with his hands on his hips.

"Rick-" I started to say but then was interrupted. "No... Y/n you have to be more careful. Especially on these runs you could have died.... it could have been something worse than a concussion Y/n" Rick said.

I just stayed silent and listened to what he was saying. I wasn't being careful with my life especially Daryls today. I wasn't being responsible like I usually am.

"Come on... let's go to the infirmary" Rick said getting me out of my thoughts. I looked up and seen him right in front of me. He put his hand on my cheek and rubbed it lightly.

"Rick..." I whispered and Rick nodded his head. "I know... come on let's go" Rick said.

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We finally got to the infirmary and as we were walking up the stairs I looked over at Rick. "Why do you have to be so handsome?" I asked. Rick looked at me and chuckled.

"Why do you have to be so beautiful" Rick asked. I then went quiet and blushed. Rick seen that and chuckled. "Y/n I love you" Rick said.

I looked at him and I could feel my heart beating faster. "I love you too Rick" I said. Rick smiled and then kissed me on the lips. I could tell this was a good day even if I did have a concussion.

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

The Colors of the Rainbow

Timothée asks y/n what color he reminds her of, and she puts a lot more effort into an answer than he could ever imagine.

Warnings and such: it's. so. fluffy. also like one swear word? illusions to "adult situations" but nothing bad! not proofread!

A/N : i'm backkkk!! not gonna lie, i didn't expect to be gone nearly a month, but life sucks lately and it just kinda happened...im sorry!!! thanks for the continued love and support! also- i get my cast off in like 10 days! yay!

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"what color do you associate me with?"

His voice drew my attention away from the book in hand, the first words spoken aloud in hours. it was thought provoking; a color?

"what do you mean?"

"when you hear my name, what color do you think of?"

I had never thought of that before, but now seemed a good a time as any. I allowed my eyes to wonder over him as I thought about the best answer.

Red: bold and beautiful. a bright color, attention grabbing and hard to look away from. the color of our bedroom lights after too many nights spent apart. the color of his eyes after he smokes too much and giggles on the couch. The color of our lips when we finally pull away, gasping quietly for breath. Red. The metaphor of blood shed that went into making us, and making us work. red, bold and beautiful.

Orange: autumn. obviously. the color of pumpkins, of crazy sunsets and sunrises, worthy of photographs we'll never look at again but in the moment, it's important. the color of comfort, warmth and a cool breeze. orange, deep like fire, the burning desire for him, for me, for each other. the color that paints my insides when i look at him and remember that he is mine.

Yellow: not the neon yellow, but the soft yellow. the yellows the paint the sky for a brief moment in the early hours of the day, when the world is waking up again and the day is starting. the color that floods our bedroom and allows dust to dance in the air around us. the last color we see as we fall asleep together. the color night owls are always chasing. for him, it's the color he radiates when he walks into the room, bright and happy, a glow that follows him and intoxicates everyone in his path.

Green: earthy and holy. natural beauty, like the nature we crave amidst the bustle of the new york city. not a color i see him on often, but the color of his eyes. the color i get lost in when he talks, drunk on the sound of his voice. the color behind his entire world. it's calming and comforting. it's him. a color i would happily see every day for the rest of my life. a color i plan to see for eternity.

Blue: the color of water and cleanliness. he loves his showers, his pools, and the rare trips on boat rides for secret swimming holes. a water bug through and through. the color for which he starts every morning, a fresh start. the color of winter, cool and quiet. for nights spent close together under heavy blankets, skin on skin. the color that accompanies him to premieres and interviews, a color that demands attention in the softest tone.

Purple: both the softest and deepest versions. a child-like representation of each, a playful color. a color which adorns his body on quiet days spent shopping, or nights gallivanting around for basketball games and bars with his friends. a color i often associate with nights home without him, the undeniable fact that he'll stumble through the front door in the early hours of the morning, the smell of alcohol lingering on his breath as he tells me he loves me.

White: innocent, clean, wholesome. a stereotypical color, but there's truth to it. sure, he's not pure in the sense of what the color stands for traditionally (can you blame a girl?) except he is. through all of life's changes, the good, the bad, and everything in between, he's stayed true to who he is. he's happy, ready for life's adventures. he wants to be the person his generation can look up to, someone who defies the odds and makes a name for himself on his own. he doesn't need, or want, poor publicity or the lingering story of being a hollywood fuckup. he won't be- he can't be.

Pink: a color typically labeled for feminism, but golly doesn't he look beautiful in pink! it's bold and impossible to look away from. the lightest shades for the purest and most innocent, the darkest shades for the most demanding and defiant. why not break stereotypes?! the clothes make the man, so they say...but for him? no. he makes the clothes. he's what pulls the outfit together, the one who makes the color beautiful. beautiful, like the color that paints his cheeks when his heart flutters in his chest.

Gray: a color for balance. there's never light without the dark. with good days, comes bad. we get tired, sick and worn down but it reminds us we are human. a color reserved for coffee runs on lazy sundays, after sleeping away the stress of the previous week and preparing ourselves for the next. a comforting color, one that reminds us we are allowed to be sad, but the feeling will pass and the sun will shine again. be patient, good things take time.

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"Black." I settled on the answer with a smile.

"Black?!"

"Yes!"

"Why?! That's the most basic color!" He chuckled softly, nudging me with his foot.

"No, it's the most important color."

"Important?"

"Well, it's a perfect combination of all the colors, and all their qualities. You've got the best of them all, love."

"How so?" There was no hiding the color pink on his cheeks.

Black: the perfect combination of all the colors that exist. the best qualities mashed into one, leaving ample opportunity to add more of the color that's most needed. black, the color of the room which we share in the middle of the night, where the only sounds are soft snoring or heavy moaning. sometimes both. it's in this color where we find solace in one another, an indescribable feeling of peace, a place which we call home. in the arms of the man i love. all the colors in the world, every combination of letters in every language- it'll never be enough to express the gratitude i have for the stars above that lead me to him.

[cupidsandromeda]

Real Delulu

Miles Morales x fem! reader

"And my man, thank you to my maaaaannnn"

It was no secret you were obsessed with your boyfriend. Definitely one of them "my man my man my man" type of girls. But you couldn't help it !! He was so good to you.

Miles Morales constantly showered you in praises and love. However, this was only when the two of you were alone, or occasionally on his story. He wasn't tryna be hard or nothing, he just valued privacy.

You on the other hand, talked about this boy like he put the stars in the sky just for you.

if he could, he would

"I miss my man.." you dramatically slid out of your chair, warranting a heavy sigh from your girls.

"Did you not just see him at lunch, bitch?" Karma, your bestie, snapped at you. It was only playful, that's just how the two of you talked.

"Okay, but lunch is only like 30 minutes, ima need like an hour." You whined, clinging to her arm.

"Girl get off meeee, it's hot in here," The girl pried you off of her, laughing at your desperation.

"Oh, it's funny, Karma? I'm bout to dieee" you put your head down, fake crying. Normally, you could leave class to meet Miles in the hallways; You knew this class had a good 20 minutes left, and if you asked to leave now, it would be breaking the 15-15 rule.

"Okay, lemme stop. If i finish this assignment now, I can focus on him later," You finally sat up, focusing on your work after spending the whole class giggling over imessage.

"Bet, because im close to getting a motherfuckin C in this class, and i need help." Karma slammed her phone down, ready to work.

...

As soon as the bell rung, you popped out of your seat, dashing to the door.

"No running, Miss L/N" your teacher droned.

And you did not give a fuck, you sped tf out that door, knowing exactly who was on the other side.

"Hey boo," you squealed, kissing Miles on the cheek repeatedly. Although your teacher stared at you in shock, she didn't say anything because this was a daily occurrence.

"Hey mamas" (yeah) , "sorry for not responding to all 30 of your texts, my phone died." He held up his phone as evidence, because you were not going for that.

"Mhm, and that's why you need to be charging it at night." You rolled your eyes teasingly, still smiling brightly at him.

He walked you back to his dorm, prepared to be forced into a cuddle session with you, until you pulled out your phone, opening tiktok.

"Whats this?" He asked, questioning the obvious.

"And my man, thank you to my man" you mouthed the lyrics, making sure you were both in frame. You also made sure to wiggle the promise ring he had given you at the camera.

"A tiktok." was all you said. You sat down on his lap, ready to record.

He just looked at you, smiling. He didn't care much for tiktoks but for you? Oh, it was whatever makes you happy. You posted to tiktok to your instagram story.

karmasabitch replied to your story:

'Girl good mfn night 😂😂'

A/N : this was short asfk but i promise you my best ideas come out at 5 am when i should be sleeping. aaaanyways, as per usual, not proofread or nothing. if i wake up and feel like it, i'll make edits 🩷

[crisiscutie]

could we get more about the relationship between ac sephy and his darling please? he has to be my favourite sephiroth you write, I loved the yandere musings you did for him recently!

(also would it be okay for me to start signing off my asks as 🐺 anon? im too anxious to come off anon but I love your work)

Sure thing, anon! You're always welcomed here!

So regarding AC Sephy and his respective darling, I have little new to say, but I can offer some analysis on him. I think what interests me the most about AC Sephy is that he is a being formed from corrupted Lifestream energy. And since he is so angry yet still ever calculating, I like to think of him as a fusion of a Revenant and an Onryō. Not my love of Phasmophobia coming out here. I think his death and deep dive into the Lifestream once more have completely transformed him. He's more malevolent and unhinged than ever.

And I think if we were to discuss AC Sephy respectively, it's usually necessary to bring up his remnants, as they are extensions of him. It's really heartbreaking to see him treating the manifestations of his inner child as mere objects, to be discarded once they fulfill his needs. It goes to show he is so single-minded in pursuit of his desires and goals, he overlooks his own identity. Post-Nibelheim Sephiroth has always had that bad habit of objectifying everyone and everything, but I believe AC Sephy amplifies it to an unprecedented degree. And his darling wouldn't be much different; she's as precious to him as a cherished toy. A mere doll, devoid of her own desires and dreams, ready to be molded according to his will. Other than that, I do have some random headcanons below!

It has only been two years since his defeat and his current time spent in the Lifestream once again, but yet for Sephiroth, it felt like an eternity.

The more memories he acquired of the planet, the more he had to endure seeing his darling live her life without him, interacting with others, and sometimes even appearing to be on the verge of starting a new relationship, which drove him to madness to whole another level.

So before his remnants even manifested, his cells in his darling kept him seared into her memory. Every time she's with another man, or maybe even look at another one, she's definitely going to be thinking of Sephiroth.

So when they manifested, his remnants hunted his darling down and sheltered her, under the misguided belief that they were looking after her well-being. Definitely did not kidnap her or anything.

Sephiroth would manipulate both the Geostigma and his Remnants, using them as instruments to maintain a tight grip on his darling. Surely she would have no reason to leave them if they can make her condition bareable.

He may even develop a twisted fairytale belief, imagining that if one of the remnants were to kiss the darling, it would bring him back to the world, if only for a moment. However, it seems the remnants are usually too timid to carry out such an act with her, which frustrates him to no end.

Simultaneously, he becomes consumed with jealousy as he watches the darling one showering the remnants with jealously otherwise. Especially if the darling takes on a semi-motherly role for them.

That's what I have on him for now, but I'm always happy to delve into his psychology or explore the other Yandere Sephys in more detail. I'm curious, what is it that draws you to him and makes you love him? I'm also curious to know what specific aspects of other Sephiroths you guys love, too. Please enlighten me, I'm eager to know!

[may-bee-its-just-me]

personal life update

Hey yall, i figured i'd take some time to give a personal life update as well as allow myself to vent for a second. I'll start with the positives for those not interested in the emotional bits :]

I've been making more substantial steps towards buying a car! I've been looking into this one Saturn, and while it's got a few minor issues, it's still my best option so far. Hoping to buy it for 2000, or 2500-3000 if the seller is willing to continue fixing the current known issues.

I've also been growing a bit closer to God, and I've been finding peace among the chaos. I'm learning to lean on Him for support - which has been an uphill battle against myself and the feeling I need to cling onto what i can control, but when i have been able to let go it's been very freeing. I'm still working on myself and growing in Christ, but progress is progress.

I recently got promoted to Crew trainer (about a month or two ago). I'm now making 75 cents more an hour than I did this time last year, after two biannual performance reviews and a promotion. I heard rumors that I'd been in consideration for a management position but I havent been talked to about it specifically, and I'm not sure if I'd accept if offered it. Still flattering to know though :]

Apparently more than once, customers have spoken to my managers and possibly even some higher ups praising my work ethic. I think its specifically when working on front counter/in lobby, as I'm most actively engaging with customers then and they can see me compulsively scanning over lobby for trash when im otherwise not busy. Regardless, it's nice to know I'm making a genuine positive impact on customers' experiences and potentially the rest of their days. Today, one such pair of customers is an older couple known for being very particular, occasionally rude/difficult to serve. They had already called our regional manager that day to complain before I was moved up front, saw them, and said hi. Later on one of my managers came up to me and had mentioned they liked me, and I assume said something to them about it. :]

On the flip side, i've been in a depressive funk for several months now. I'm actually questioning if it's a depressive funk, or if I'm always depressed and sometimes it's just...not as bad. But the last few weeks have been worse. I'm struggling to take care of myself, and while it's not as bad as it has gotten before - I went three days without showering this week and lately i've been routinely skipping showers after maintaining showering almost daily for a year.

For the last few weeks I keep going back and forth between losing my appetite, and eating myself into feeling sick. I'm pretty sure this is from grief and will pass though.

My boyfriend broke up with me 3 weeks/almost a month ago. For reasons, although there wasn't any real conflict between us during the relationship, it was more internal conflict and convictions. We'd been getting distracted with each other, putting off other things to spend time with each other. He needed to focus on his health and figuring his life out. Part of me still wants to cling onto hope he'll come back around, wants to go back and fight back against his reasons for leaving, because I damn know he still cares about me more than friends. But I'm trying to just trust that if we're meant to be, God will bring us together again naturally when we're ready for it. Trying to focus on getting my shit together on my end, and let Him figure the rest out. We're still friends, and through the relationship we were always friends above all else, so I'm thankful to still just have him in my life. I'll be okay, but the grief does eat away at me sometimes. I thought I had been recovering from it pretty well, but that was suppression (oops). I keep going back and forth from feeling okay about it, and feeling like a piece of me is missing. I even get mad at him from time to time, blaming him for my hurt feelings. "You promised forever" "you actively encouraged me to open up and lean on you, encouraged me to share my burdens with you, and now im supposed to just be okay with that ripped away" and then i see him, and i remember its not his fault, and he's always had my best interest in mind. Even in breaking up with me, he was doing out of the place of wanting what was best for both of us, and thought I deserved someone who already had everything together and wasnt a mess in himself. I know he genuinely meant every word he said in the moment, because i saw him. I saw it in his eyes. I saw it in his actions. I found the card he gave me for my birthday, and it made me cry, because it hurts my heart to think he's breaking both of our hearts needlessly. But everything happens for a reason, and so I'm trying to just...go with the flow of wherever this season of my life takes me. It hurts to think of either of us moving on with someone else, but whatever happens happens. I have so much love to give, and it's a challenge to find somewhere in the tangible physical realm to put it.

Silver lining, he said I can keep the shirt and hoodie he had let me borrow before. I've been wearing his hoodie everywhere...The only thing stopping me from still carrying my promise ring around is the sensory issues that caused me to stop wearing it to work in the first place.

The few coworkers I've told are convinced we're going to get back together soon, but again, trying to trust God and not my own hopes and dreams lol At the very least, no one can gossip about the break up because they can still see us laughing and getting along fine at work. A different couple had briefly broken up, and the amount of gossip that was floating around was awful - everyone talking trash about either person involved because there was a lot of friction between them. I'm just glad that wont be the case for us, and if we don't reunite anytime soon, at least we can still function at work more or less normally.

thats all tonight folks. Thanks for reading, God bless.

-Mod Bee🐝