#thank you guys for taking this ride with me

[italiangirlcoresblog]

main masterlist \\ lando masterlist

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𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞

✩ : everyone has been speculating about a possible relationship between you and lando, but neither of you ever confirmed anything — until the infamous hard launch

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 : @ tatemcrae on ig

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. : lando norris

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : humor, mature

✍︎ : sports car has my heart and soul, so might as well give it a smau too

OR

me still procrastinating lando's fic

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itsynbitch it's lights out and away we go

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oliviarodrigo can't wait 😍

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username1 OMG???

username2 let's take a few steps back shall we

username3 i'm so confused

username4 i think we all are

username5 wait what did i miss

username6 HOW DID WE GET HERE

username7 biker y/n!?

username8 more like f1 y/n with that caption

username9 wdym

username10 it's the line croft always says at the start of the races

username11 imagine if it's the theme for her new album

username12 girl I WISH

username13 hey siri, how to become the guy in this reel?

username14 reel ❌️ real ✅️

username15 i hope he knows how lucky he is

♥︎ by lando

username16 DAMN ALRIGHT HAHAHA

username17 i wasn't expecting that

username18 he's not wrong tho

username19 lando we see you brother

username20 you're all of us

username21 whatever this means i'm here for it

chappellroan ICON

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itsynbitch "2 hands" OUT THIS FRIDAY

stay tuned 🧡

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username22 this did something to me

username23 you mean i have to wait a WHOLE WEEK for this masterpiece?

username24 technically it's just four days ☝️🤓

username25 still way too long 😔

username26 screw my finals, y/n's new single release date just dropped

itsynbitch keep studying kids

username27 if y/n says it, we shall comply

username28 i'd have all straight As if she asked me to

username29 divided by countries, united by mommy issues

lando orange suits you

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itsynbitch my favorite 🧡

username30 chat are they flirting in broad daylight

username31 she meant the color... RIGHT?

username32 y/n babe that was pretty misunderstandable

username33 WHY ARE WE IGNORING LANDO’S COMMENT HELLO

username34 my man just wanted to shoot his shot

username35 honestly if i were him i'd go for it too

username36 papaya reference anyone!?

username37 i was literally thinking the same thing

username38 i have no one to talk to about this

username39 same 😭

username40 mother delivered as always

username41 LET'S GO 🏎💨

username42 buckle up, we're in for one crazy ass ride

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f1gossippofficial some clips from y/n's tiktok. does the car look familiar to you? 👀

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username43 that's a whole ass mclaren right there

username44 that's not just ANY mclaren that's LANDO’S mclaren

username45 according to who?

username46 there's literally his number printed on it 💀

username47 "iT CouLD Be a CoiNCiDeNCe" no it couldn't shut up

username48 you people really need to chill

username49 just stating the obvious

username50 y/n x mclaren collab is something i didn't know i needed

username51 what a great time to be fan of both

username52 fr we're being blessed with this content

username53 this is great and all but are we not gonna talk about lando's "good taste in cars"?

username54 I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD MENTION IT

username55 i knew you'd bring this up lol

username56 and y/n replying "well thank you" like AAAAA

username57 what's so special about it

username58 1. we got more y/n x lando content and 2. THEY WERE OBVIOUSLY FLIRTING

username59 norris fangirl detected, opinion rejected

username60 the way i could smell the comments from a mile away

username61 cry about it

lando

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lando bangher

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oscarpiastri mate i think you misspelled it

lando no i didn't

username62 oscar trying to gentle parent lando out of his dyslexia

username63 dorks

username64 as a landoscar fan this is everything

username65 pause. rewind. NO HE DIDN'T

username66 did what

username67 GUYS IT'S BANG—HER

username68 omg are you serious

username69 oh he was smooth with it

username70 if this is about y/n i swear

username71 WHY WOULD IT BE

username72 idk maybe because he used her song???

username73 some of you are actually sick

carlossainz55 🤨

username74 carlos is just as confused as us

username75 lando sponsoring his girlfriend's single 🥰

username76 WHAT ARE THEY TOGETHER!?

username77 no they're not stop assuming things it's weird af

username78 then why would he even use it?

username79 because it is, in fact, a banger, AND HE JUST FUCKING MISSPELLED IT

username80 ok but what about y/n also being in the likes

username81 e x a c t l y

username82 everyone arguing in the comments:

me vibing to 2 hands: 💃💃💃

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itsynbitch life lately ✨️✨️✨️

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username83 man lando did not waste one second

username84 he came here faster than he won in singapore

username85 he was in the likes before y/n even posted

username86 miss gurl that's a lot of orange

username87 @ mclaren just take her as your ambassador already

mclaren we'll think about it 😉

username88 ADMIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

username89 y/n feeding us crumbs until the big reveal

username90 me acting surprised when she'll confirm the lando rumors: 😮

username91 no way you've been banging dating in secret who would've thought right

username92 i can't with y'all 😭

username93 don't mind me just staring at the jacket in the first slide and trying to understand where i've seen it before

username94 i knew it looked familiar

username95 born to say lando, forced to stay silent and act clueless

username96 IT'S SO OBVIOUS IT'S PAINFUL

username97 pros and cons of being a lando fangirl

username98 truly a blessing and a curse 😔

username99 y/n might have good taste in cars but lando sure as hell got good taste in women

username100 you can't really go wrong with her can you?

username101 i fear she's everybody's type

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f1gossippofficial 🚨 BREAKING: lando norris seen carrying the same rhode lip phone case shown in y/n's story before they were caught partying together by a fan

WATCH VIDEO ▶️

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username102 god forbid someone else other than her has a rhode lip phone case

username103 you're pushing it way too far now

username104 i'll never understand why we normalized shoving our phones in famous people's faces

username105 lando literally ran away poor baby

username106 the way they immediately tried to hide when they saw the camera

username107 they both looked so uncomfortable please leave them alone

username108 if they want to keep their relationship secret they clearly have their reasons

username109 listen they're probably not even dating but you decided they are and you forced it on them

username110 stop playing matchmaker for them it's getting out of hand

username111 i was getting all excited about them as a couple but then i opened the comments

username112 hey at least now we know they're together

username113 idc what everybody else says a win is a win

username114 imagine them scrolling through these and laughing at how dumb you all sound

username115 lando was probably busy remixing y/n's songs at the club

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itsynbitch "sports car" song and mv 🏎🏁 OUT NOW

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username116 so... i wasn't exactly expecting all of that

username117 I THOUGHT SHE ACCIDENTALLY LEAKED A SEX TAPE WTF

username118 how else do you wanna call it?

username119 okay but i don't think this was accidental 😃

username120 are we paying for this?

username121 so lando did start onlyfans after all

username122 he's multi-tasking

username123 f1 driver by day, whore by night

username124 i might've seen a reflection of lando’s weenie in the window and i fear the image is now stuck in my head forever

oscarpiastri same

carlossainz55 yeah

maxverstappen1 i agree

charles_leclerc unfortunately

username125 I'M CRYING

username126 the drivers being traumatized for life: a series

lando pleasure's mine @ itsynbitch

itsynbitch i know

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username127 WE KNOW TOO

username128 she's the man in the relationship

username129 how do i achieve this level of mothering?

username130 they really uh-uhed in it huh

username131 💀💀💀

username132 the fact that they probably weren't even faking it

itsynbitch take the "probably" out

username133 GIRL

username134 hard launch ❌️ hard while launching ✅️

username135 HAHAHAHAHA

lando good one

username136 boy what 😭

lando

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lando finally made it on main

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username137 "finally" mf wanted to simp over his girlfriend in public so bad

username138 can't blame him tbh

username139 MY SHIP HAS OFFICIALLY SAILED

username140 wasn't the mv clear enough 🤨

username141 i mean all singers do that

username142 ... no?

username143 they could've been just banging buddies

username144 banging buddies 💀

lando i love when you guys get creative like this

username145 lando trying to make us forget what we saw in that video:

oscarpiastri i wish i could forget

username146 this will haunt him forever

username147 poor oscar witnessed things he was never supposed to

username148 new nightmare unlocked

username149 CUTIES

username150 i wanna cuddle with lando like that too

lando cuddles reserved to y/n only

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username151 AWWW

username152 couple goals

username153 LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS

username154 my shayla 😭💖

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itsynbitch my silly boy

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♥︎ by itsynbitch

lando i love you

♥︎ by itsynbitch

lando i looove you

♥︎ by itsynbitch

lando I LOVE YOU

itsynbitch alright baby i love you too

♥︎ by lando

username155 you know what that is? SIMPly lovely

username156 wait that's so mean (do it again)

username157 max from his private account:

username158 lando will never live it down

username159 the 4 on lando's shirt 🥺

username160 "my silly boy" MY HEART

username161 they look so good together

username162 ikr???

username163 they just make so much sense

username164 freaky and freaky lover

username165 my bisexual awakening i fear

username166 POOKIES

username167 they're so very dear to me

username168 LANDO’S NOSE SCRUNCH

username169 he's just a little bunny

username170 i wanna bite his face

itsynbitch only i get to do that sorry

lando jealous much?

lando KIDDING

lando please don't leave me

italiangirlcoresblog this man has ZERO shame

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[morganbritton132]

Adding onto Steve's crime spree from this (and this and this)

Eddie has determined that he's not asking the right questions in life.

Is he questioning the man? Yes. Every day.

Is he asking Wayne for help when his van shits the bed on Thursday? No. When his van is still unusable come Saturday, did he ask his friends if he could catch a ride to band practice? No.

Did he ask if he could get a ride home? Also no.

It's raining and Eddie regrets his life choices so hard, he doesn't notice the Porsche 928 until it blows through the crosswalk he was about to step onto. He's hit with a tidal wave of frigid early November street water because, of course, he is.

"Fuck's sake," Eddie swore, pushing his wet hair out of his face. In his perphery, the Porche slams on its breaks and rolls back into the crosswalk beside him, but he barely notices. Talking to the driver, the world, or god, Eddie does not know when he rants, "Thanks! Thanks for that, I really need pnumonia. Thanks for bestowing-"

"Sorry, man," Steve says, an apologetic wince sticking out of the open window of the Porche. "Wanna ride? I can take you where you're going."

Eddie looks at the car, then at Steve, and then back at the car and signs, "...Fine, but only because this car is beautiful and not to expunge your guilt."

"Dude, I don't think a sponge is going to help."

Eddie rolls his eyes but sticks his guitar in the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat. He has to physically stop himself from touching everything. He's never even seen a Porche before, wow.

Steve's in the driver's seat looking like he's dying for Eddie to ask about the car so he can talk about it. Honestly, Eddie wants to ask about the car. He probably should have asked about the car but instead, he shakes the water out of his hair like a dog as payback.

"C'mon, man," Steve complains, wiping the water off his face. "Watch the leather."

Eddie gives him directions and then bites the bullet. He asks the wrong question, "You trade in the Beamer?"

"No way. That's my baby," He says. "I'm just borrowing this lady."

The conversation is actually nice. None of Eddie's friends know anything about cars but Steve seems to know a lot. He can almost forgive the guy for being a jock and the psychological warfare he's bestowed onto Eddie's brain the past week and a half, but then-

“It sounds like - shit," Eddie says, echoing the same sentiment as Steve at the sight of flashing red and blue lights in the rear view. A question he should've been asking all along occurs to him, "Did you steal this car?"

Steve gives him an annoyed look and then rolls down his window, smiling that All-American smile, "Heya, Hop. Didn't think you were working today."

"This car was reported stolen."

Eddie swears, sinking into the leather with the hopes that it eats him. Steve doesn't even hesitate, "Let me guess, Mrs. Woolledge? Crazy she knows what all her neighbors are doing but not that her kid's on dope."

Hopper doesn't say anything and the silence is loud so Steve adds, "It's not stolen. It's my dad's car. I have permission."

"From your dad?" Hopper asks, getting an annoyed nod from Steve. "Same dad that's out of town?"

"Well, Hop. There's this thing called a phone."

"You get that MRI...right? Throw the keys out the window," Hopper says. Eddie's mentally preparing on how he's going to explain this to Wayne when he calls from jail. Steve protests. Hopper demands, "Throw. The keys. Out. The. Window. Now."

Steve seems to realize that he's pushing his luck because he does just that. He even gets out of the car when Hopper tells him to. Hopper tells him to get in his truck and Steve straight up lies, "Hop, I'm taking my friend home. We're working on a school project together. At his house.”

Eddie curses Steve's entire bloodline from start to finish when Hopper lookings directly at him still in the car, "That true?"

Say no. Say you don't know him. Say you know nothing. Say anything but, "Yes."

"What subject?'

"History," Steve says at the same time Eddie says 'Art' and then rolls his eyes, "Art history, yeah?"

Hopper nods like he thinks they're full of shit and then tells them both to get in his truck.

Steve protests but more about leaving the car on the street than anything else while Eddie briefly thinks about the psychic his mom used to know. He wonders if she could curse someone for real. Maybe he can call her from jail.

He's fully ready to see the police station that he fails to realize where Hopper's going until they’re in Forest Hills. He turns and looks at both of them and says, "I'd like to know what grade you get on this project."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Steve says with a salute, pulling Eddie out of the car. Once they're inside, Steve peaks out the blinds like, "Yeah, he'll sit there for a while. He thinks I'm lying. Wanna smoke?"

Eddie is baffled, "No."

"Okay," Steve shrugs and flops down on the couch. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and adds, "Spare key. We just gotta wait until he's gone and can circle back for your guitar."

The only thing Eddie can think is, “what the fuck” and he doesn’t even know which part he’s talking about.

[jo-speaks]

rprt au idea: the moment he realized he fell for you was during a ride. where you fell asleep on his shoulder. *kisses forehead*

FINALLY FALLING

✶ right place, right time masterlist ✶

overview: an early morning car ride lets quinn hughes realize exactly what he's feeling.

warnings: none!

wc: 819

note: earlier than i said, but i got too excited!! also, thank you so much for 500 followers! i appreciate every single one of you and im happy you guys enjoy my works :)

It was early, about five in the morning. Quinn had asked you to coffee the night before, wanting to see you before his morning skate. You had obviously agreed, wanting to spend as much time with him knowing he’d be travelling away from Vancouver in the coming weeks.

It had only been two months, but he knew you were unlike any of the other girls he had talked to in the past. He put his car into park, rounding around it to open the door for you as he saw you and Chilli coming down the stairs of your apartment complex. He could see your smile even in the distance, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. His eyes trailed over your body, grinning at your oversized sweatpants and Canucks hoodie he had given you, claiming you’d, “need it when you come to a game.”

It wasn’t long before you and Chilli were in front of him, the golden retriever jumping up lightly, paws on his thighs. “Morning, Q.” 

Quinn smiled, keeping his eyes on you as he met Chilli halfway to pet her, “Good morning. You guys ready for coffee?”

He opened the backseat door, letting Chilli hop in and get settled. You laughed at how quickly she sniffed his seat and laid down, finding a new self-proclaimed home in his car.

You looked at him, “Holy, she really likes you. It takes me ages to get her in the car whenever we go out.”

This got a small laugh out of Quinn, his eyes glancing at the dog, then back at you, “Can you blame her? I’m great.”

“Do cocky and great mean the same thing?” You snorted, nudging his shoulder as he chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully.

Quinn backed up, opening the passenger door for you, “Whatever, get in.”

You patted his arm with a smile, stepping into the vehicle. He walked back to his side, settling into the driver’s seat before taking off. Once out on the road, there was a comfortable silence for a few seconds, both of you enjoying each other’s presence.

You let out a yawn, leaning further back into your seat as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Quinn chuckled, taking a glance at you before focusing on the road ahead of him. “Tired?”

Nodding, you stretched your legs out in front of you, your legs shaking slightly as your muscles relaxed. “M’not normally up this early.”

The sun normally rose at seven, so the Vancouver skies weren’t completely dark, but it was still grey and foggy. It was calm, but the gloominess of it all made the desire to be in bed all the more great.

“You can take a nap if you want,” He said softly, reaching his arm to turn on your seat warmer, “The coffee shop is about twenty more minutes from here. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

You smiled at his tone and volume, the softness of the whole situation causing your face to warm up. “Are you sure? I don’t want to bore you.”

Quinn scoffed, “Bore me by sleeping? Y/N, trust me, just being with you is enough for me. Besides, I’d rather you have energy when we’re actually in there.”

His words had an interesting feeling bubbling in your stomach. Most guys would be trying to talk your ear off in an attempt to keep you up or would’ve called you boring and suggested dropping you back off and trying again some other day. But Quinn… was different. He made sure you were comfortable and reassured you of your decision. Sure, maybe it was the bare minimum. But that didn’t change the fact that you were struggling to fight off a smile when he grabbed his phone and threw on some soft music.

“Thanks, Quinn.” You mumbled. Something about your exhaustion had you forgetting that you two were only friends, the thought not crossing your mind as you sat up a bit, scooting over in your seat and leaning your head on Quinn’s arm. You looped your hand around his arm, getting cozy in the small space.

You were already drifting off into sleep, so you couldn’t see the way his eyes widened and face flushed, muscles tensing before relaxing under the warmth of your hold. He stopped slowly at a red light, making sure the car didn’t jolt back. His eyes trailed down to your sleeping figure, your eyes shut as your soft snores echoed throughout the car. 

He smiled and looked back to check on Chilli, who was splayed across his back seats, her own breaths matching yours. 

Quinn knew exactly what he was feeling now.

Seeing you around his arm and your dog feeling so comfortable with him, in his space, left no question for what that fuzzy feeling that flowed through his body was. It was undeniable.

Quinn Hughes had a crush on you.

[cybrasigilism]

Could you write a threesome with Nam-gyu and Thanos but Reader and Nam-gyu are topping Thanos?

Thanks!

-👽

You On Me, Me On You, You On Her (Thanos + Nam-gyu X F!Reader ONESHOT)

warning: smut | 🌽 no plot | not proofread | lowercase intended | ménage à trois | possibly OOC | f!reader | face-sitting | handjob | oral (f! receiving) | degradation | these are my interpretations of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions of the characters differ from your own

characters: thanos (player 230), nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: this is my first time writing for dom reader in a non headcanon format, wish me luck! also i 1000% got the title from Bounce by timbaland, of course 😈🙏

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

the air hung heavy with lust; sounds of sex and sweet ecstasy filling up the room as you, thanos and nam-gyu were partaking in your favourite activity.

poor thanos, he decided to get cocky and tease the two of you earlier; look where that landed him. moments ago, he was certain he had you both wrapped around his finger, and now he was truly at your mercy. with your pussy smothering his face, and nam-gyu fisting his dick, surely he would think twice before testing you guys again.

you had to admit, you could really get used to using thanos’s mouth like this. all that smooth talking he did clearly served him well; he was utterly phenomenal with his tongue. maybe the desperation came into play for the particular occasion, but you didn’t care. you preferred that, as a matter of fact. his rhythm was totally thrown, but you chalked that up to the fact that nam-gyu was for sure edging him at this point. his pained moans muffled by your sitting on his face, nam-gyu seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were.

“aww, ‘s it too much?” he taunted, lightly squeezing thanos’s cock, causing him to whimper into you. “can’t take it?” you weren’t surprised nam-gyu was being a jerk, but it was all in good fun. the sheer level of nam-gyu’s bullying made thanos dig his nails into your thighs, earning a slap from you.

“getting bold are we?” you breathed, rising from his face as he whined. “do i need you to show me why you deserve my pussy again, if you want to be a brat like that?” thanos was so overwhelmed with pleasure at this point; god, look at him he was practically crying. nam-gyu followed your lead, continuing on with the ceaseless teasing. “yeah, i think someone needs to be told how to act right— seeing as he wants to be a little bitch.”

“you’re right.” you agree, cocking your head as you look down at thanos, who even while half lidded still had a face riddled with desperation. “beg for it.” “p-pl-please… i wanna taste ya..s’ bad.” fuck, he could hardly speak he was so blissed out. you decided that you’ve been mean and, what the hell, he was fantastic at eating you.. so back on his face you sat. now that the routine was back in motion, you took no mercy in riding his face. but it was fine, both you and nam-gyu knew that thanos loved being your little bitch.

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gotta love some submissive thanos content! thank you so much for this request anon, it was fun to write dom!reader in a oneshot format! apologies if i made the reader too mean, i kind of just let loose with this one.

as per usual, if you have any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing it is greatly appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day/night lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @kouzih @strangelife122 @kvstjwonnie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga @gabbystinks

[zepskies]

Ooooh I'M so excited to see what you thought of the ATW finale!

Lol aww you remembered!! ❤️‍🔥 I've legit had this scene for this story in my head since that convo! But you're too kind to me, friend, thank you so very much. 🥹🥹 This is a lot shorter than how long my usual series run, so I feared it was a bit rushed, but I'm so glad you've enjoyed the ride. 💕

And yes, I did steal your other Ross gif! 🤣

There's legit a Friends gif for everything.~

Such a strong and hot start, wow! 🫠🔥 Full honesty, as a writer, starting chapters with smut always freaks me tf out. Like, where do you put the damn "keep reading" line without flashing some innocent people at work 😂

We're starting off with a bang! 😝 (Sorry, even I hate my self for that pun.)

Oh God, yeah. How do I include a hook to get people to read this chapter while keeping the steamy stuff under the cut? 🤣🤣

Ooof, I know the exact feeling you're describing here. Kinda like when you're taking a hot bath but the room is cold and so everything not covered by water is freezing... 😅

Yes exactly! The kind of cold that just exists in the air like a frigid blanket. 🥶

Oh, here we go! Executed to perfection 😏

Ahaha thank you, my lovely. 😏❤️‍🔥

First of all, I was just reading this whole, intensely scorching scene with a thundering heart and squeezing my damn thighs hard 😂 Secondly, I loooove this trope! It's sorta romantic?! Idk 😅🤷‍♀️ Kinda gives "waiting for the right one and not in the mood for anyone else" vibes. I did that kinda with Russell recently lol But I love the extra intensity and specialness it gives, y'know? ❤️‍🔥

omg I love that trope too (clearly lol)! Yes that's exactly it on it being actually romantic -- and if you mean on Part 3 of Exit Strategy than I'm even more excited to read that chapter when I get a chance -- hopefully later this week! 😍 I'm loving how you're writing Russell. 💗

But yes I agree it adds an extra spark here imo, knowing Dean has been unintentially "saving himself" for her lmaoo.

Loved the callback of him hearing her again, although his instincts had taken over. It shows how much he cares about her and respects her 💕 And I truly wonder what Sam will say when Dean comes back with a mate lol

Aww that's exactly what I intended as well! He's not so far gone that he doesn't consider her and what she wants (with him). 💕

You know what, a few people have requested seeing an epilogue of some kind where Sam gets to meet the reader and she gets to meet him and Dean Jr., so I may have to sketch something soon for my next little project. 🥰

Lol I was gonna say, "How long do you guys plan on being here? This might take a while" 😂 But I'm so in love with their little afterglow bonding session ❤️❤️❤️ I honestly could read about their convos forever. They're so cute 🥹

Lolll right? They could be here for a week just going over the past 15 seasons. 😂 But they have to start somewhere, right? John's journal can only cover so much. And I wanted Dean to start expressing himself to her in words and start to open up to her in a way he hasn't done for anyone in years.

Aww I'm so glad that you love them together! 💗 In this story I found that the small moments and day-to-day convos between these two were just as important as the bigger action/dramatic moments.

We've already talked about this when he mentioned Dean jr. the first time, but my headcanon is, too, that Dean would be super happy, incredibly sad and lonely, and definitely a little envious and sour lol 😂😂

Ugh that's exactly it, poor baby. 😭 A perfect description of Dean post S15 here (gotta add envious and sour lmao).

You really nailed him here! I could hear every word out of his mouth, too!! 😂🫶

Omg thank you!! I feel like Dean's the one I can hear most clearly in my head when I write for him. 😂😂

Can totally seeing him doing all of that and arguing with her throughout lol Our hero 🥹💚

Oh absolutely. These two would probably be driving each other crazy while still being crazy in love with one another -- bickering all down the mountain. 🙄😂

(Dean grumbling, trying to stamp down his smile: "Shoulda left you for the damn bear.")

Oooh, I completely forgot she doesn't yet!! Aww, she loved him before she knew he had a cool car. This is like finding out he was a millionaire and kept it a secret to find true love and weed out the gold diggers 🤣

Bahahaa I LOVE that comparison. 🤣 I just imagined him pulling up like--

This had me DEAD 🤣🤣🤣

lmfaoooo I meannnn, is he wrong? 😂😂

A year???? Jesus fuck, this is even sadder now!!! Sam was really like, "Ciao, jerk." lol

Yeeeeah maybe this is something I'll explore if/when I write that epilogue, but Sam really is off having his new life. Granted, in my mind he reaches out to Dean to check in, invite him over, etc., but even though Dean's happy for him, it's hard to be around Sam's life when Dean himself feels so aimless (and kind of empty inside). So he probably did a lot of the "staying away" in the situation. 💙

Oh she's about to find out how much 😂😂💚

Oh she's about to find out a lot of things about her man that she never thought possible. 🤣🤣

("You've died HOW many times?!!")

That was such a perfect ending! They literally drove off into the sunset together *swoon* 😍🫠🫶 (And I could totally see Dean singing along to the lyrics at the end there) I seriously enjoyed this series so much, friend!! 🤍🤍🤍 Totally gave me those vibes 🥹💕:

Aww thank you so, so much, Wayne!! 💕💕 They really did have their Hallmark movie moment lol. (Oh, he SO would be singing along -- loudly! lol)

omggg I'm honestly honored that it gave you Mondler vibes. 🥹 I always loved them more than Ross/Rachel tbh, so that's literally the best compliment ever. 💗

Thank you again so much for reading and always brightening my day right up with your wonderful, insightful, hilarious comments on my writing, friend. 💞

Against the Wind - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: The grand finale...

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.4K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, knotting, claiming, fluff and feels.

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Part 4: Running to Live

His cold hands are warming on your skin as he slides them underneath your sweater. They move smoothly up your back, bunching up the material. You break from his kiss only to help him get the sweater off you, followed closely by his pants.

Your sweatpants slide down your legs with just a sharp tug, baring most of your body to his gaze. His eyes drag over your exposed neck and shoulders, your breasts cupped in your bra, down to your panties and bare thighs.

A shiver runs through you, both from his heated gaze, and from being exposed to the cooler air. Even with the fire going and the heater running in the cabin, the frigid air outside is unforgiving.

You have no problem with the way Dean guides you down from the chaise to take advantage of your nest on the floor, right in front of the fire. He draws you into a sensuous kiss, sucking your lower lip into his mouth and grazing with teeth.

“Were you nesting, Omega?” he teases, between the sinful meetings of his lips with yours. You hum your affirmation before his tongue swipes across your lower lip, seeking entrance.

You open yourself to him in more ways than one; you slip your hands across his naked shoulders and explore the smooth planes of muscle, the dips and softness in between. You encourage him to lower down, to cover you with the length and broadness of his frame. His weight is a welcome one between your thighs and against the softness of your body.

“Was worried about you,” you whisper a confession against his lips. Dean briefly pauses, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks for waiting up,” he says, with a hint of a smile.

Your lips curve upwards in return. You reach up to caress his cheek, feeling the prickling of his stubble. Your fingers thread into his hair, and you pull him back down for a devouring kiss.

Dean’s brows furrow as he holds you to him, wanting to feel every part of your skin against his. His calloused fingers map their way down your side, and across your back to unhook your bra. His lips veer away from yours to burn a wet, heated trail along your neck. His teeth come out to graze your skin, down your throat, down the lovely valley between your breasts.

“Dean,” you gasp, encouraging him when his hand cups one of your breasts. He explores the other with his mouth, teasing a pebbled nipple with his tongue. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs rubbing together between the cage of his knees in the mess of blankets. Already you feel slick forming at the apex of your thighs and slipping down in between.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “Fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You can’t help but smile. Your face warms either from the fire dancing shadows across your bodies, or from him, his attention, his warmth, and the heat in his eyes when they meet your again. His hand slides down your body, over your hip and squeezing your thigh as he opens you up further for him.

“Tell me what you want, Omega.” While I still have control, his tone implies. His voice is gravel and sin while his hand moves swiftly and smoothly up the inside of your thigh.

“Touch me,” you breathe.

Nodding, he hooks his fingers around the hem of your panties and slides them down. You help him kick them off. Afterward, his thumb brushes over your mound, making you sharply inhale and squeeze his shoulders encouragingly. His fingers dip inside your wet heat, his brows raising with a smirk, as he feels the sheer amount of your slick already coating his digits.

“Fuck. This all for me, baby?” he remarks.

You hold onto the back of his neck with both hands as you nod, biting your lip. Your hips begin to cant against his hand on reflex, urging him to touch you.

“Alpha, please…” you implore, in a ragged whisper. He swallows your plea with a ravaging kiss, but he still gives you what you want. His thumb circles your clit, earning a moan from you into his mouth.

Soon, two of his fingers plunge slowly inside you, working you open, drawing more gasps and shudders of pleasure from your body. His length continues to strain hard against your thigh, but for him, it’s worth it to draw every sound, every time your body writhes and arches against him, craving release.

With a few more purposeful strokes, your inner walls clamp tight on his hand, and a flood of slick coats his knuckles even more. You gasp his name, your hands squeezing his arms just as tight as your pussy around his fingers.

Your skin is beginning to get dewy with sweat, and he kisses some of it off you when he trails down your chest. You stroke down his arms, down his back, whatever you can reach as you catch your breath. But then, his name falls from your lips with a firmer tone.

Dean raises his head, and you gently push at his chest. His brows furrow in confusion, only for it to be replaced with a smile of surprise when you curl a thigh over his hip and guide him onto his back. His head just manages to fall on one of your pillows, but he still utters a small grunt. You giggle down at him, bowing to meet him for a kiss.

He smirks and holds onto your hips, playfully squeezing your ass. “My wily omega.”

“Thought I was your cheeky omega,” you tease.

He snorts. “That too.”

You giggle some more as you treat him to the same path of open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Except this time, you hook a hand behind his neck, and you trail your tongue around his mating gland. You feel his jolt of surprise, as well as his instinctive growl of pleasure in response to his mate. Or at least, not yet…

His heart pounds in his chest.

“Omega,” he says, a warning not to tease as his grip tightens on your hips.

The command in his voice makes you shiver, but you smile and nuzzle his cheek in affection. You kiss your way down his body, playing special attention to his nipples, his stomach, the soft V and the happy trail of light brown fuzz leading you down between his hips.

Your fingers slide down his hardened desire through his underwear, earning a grunt from him, along with a shifting of his body against the blankets. Your lips curve as you nuzzle him there as well, letting your lips drag across his impressive length.

His fingers tangle in your hair when you hook your nails around the waistband and free his cock from its confines. His boxers join the rest of your clothes somewhere, and finally you get to see all of him, as much as he takes in all of you. Your hand wraps around his girth, your thumb circling around the sensitive, weeping head of it. Dean groans, a sound from deep in his chest.

You don’t know this, but it’s been a while since anyone but his own hand has touched him. That’s not the only reason his body has been calling to yours, but it plays a part in how fucking good it feels, and how much more he wants you.

He feels your intentions when your hand moves down his shaft in a teasing caress, your fingers tracing around his knot. A shudder rattles down his spine, makes his desire burn hotter in the pit of his stomach.

He can’t fucking take it anymore. He needs you, needs to be inside you. Needs to take you the way his instincts demand.

He grasps your shoulder before you put your mouth on him. You blink up at him, with a question forming on your lips, but he hefts you up onto his chest by your arms. He cages you there with a kiss filled with abject need.

“I can’t. Can’t wait anymore,” he says. He drags his fingers through your folds and earns another moan from your when he finds your clit. “You ready for me, Omega? Need my knot?”

“Yeah,” you nod, agreeing against his lips. “Need you, Alpha—”

No sooner had the words escaped your lips, when Dean rolls you back underneath him. But this time, he guides you onto your stomach, then raises up your hips, until you’re on your hands and knees. You catch your breath as you regain your bearings, shooting an incredulous smile over your shoulder at Dean. He smirks back at you, but his gaze is intense, his pupils darkened with the alpha inside him. 

Still, he soothes a hand down your back and steadies you with a hold on your hip. You feel him slot himself behind you, guiding his cock at your entrance. His chest presses hotly against your back.

“Last chance, Omega,” he says, his voice tight with restraint.

You look back at him again over your shoulder, your mouth threatening to frown. You reach back and sink your fingers into his hair with a sharp tug. “Do it.”

He sinks into you with one smooth plunge. It’s a relief for both of you, your mingled moans echoing in the near silence. All that’s left is the sound of your quickening breaths, of skin against sweat-slick skin as you move together.

Dean brushes your hair away from your neck. He kisses and licks his way along your bare shoulder, and finally the back of your neck. You’re trembling by the time his lips find the sensitive flesh of your mating gland. It echoes with the pulsing from your core as he continues to drive into you.

“Alpha,” you gasp on reflex. You squeeze his arm; he has it wrapped tight around your middle. Your pleasure builds ever closer to that crescendo, especially as his thrusts become ragged, at an angle that zips delicious tingles through your core. “Close…just…I need…”

Dean isn’t so far gone. He hears you, and helps you, reaching his hand around to strum his fingers insistently on your clit, along with his final thrusts.

Finally, it tumbles you over. Your inner walls become impossibly tight around him as he draws out your second release—one that triggers his own. Dean groans into your ear; his knot swells and locks into place, and he spends himself deep inside you. He pants hot against your neck, but even though he fastens his lips there, he hesitates, once again making you shudder. 

“Do it,” you repeat, in a coarse whisper. You’re close to tears. “Please. Want you, Alpha. Need you…”

Once again, he hears you.

His teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you cry out. But your pain is quickly overshadowed by a deepest pleasure, thrumming along with his.

 Afterward, Dean holds you in his arms. The warm glow of the fire paints your skin in its light, despite the utter darkness in the rest of the house. 

While you both wait for his knot to subside, you revel in the fact that you know he’s content. You can feel it through the newly formed bond. He traces random shapes in your skin, which still glistens with a fine sheen of sweat. The fire he stoked doesn’t help to cool you down, but you don’t care.

Nothing else matters but this. You turn your head toward him over your shoulder. He meets you there with a gentle kiss, much more gentle than any other you’ve shared before. It feels right. 

When he parts from you, he presses another kiss to your forehead. Then he leans back a little and sighs. You feel his thumb trace the raw flesh around the claiming mark on your neck. A small shiver runs through your body. Maybe on another day, you’ll mark him in return.

“It’s too damn late,” he says, breaking the silence. “You realize that right?”

You shoot him a frown. “Too late for what?”

“For me to let you go,” he says. 

His words both warm you and make you sad. Just how little does he think of himself?

“Dean,” you say, endeavoring to be patient. “You’re my true mate. Do you know how rare it is that we’ve actually found each other?”

Dean remains quiet.

“And after everything you’ve done for me,” you add, “how can I not think you’re a good man? How can I not think this is right?”

He seems to consider your question. His gaze briefly falls, then meets your eyes again.

“You don’t know me that well,” is his answer, with a wry turn of his lips. 

You reach back to caress his cheek. “Then tell me. Tell me about, um…tell me about how you became a hunter. From your dad’s journal, I got the sense that it’s a family thing.”

A vendetta, you wanted to say, but you keep that thought inside.

Dean chuckles, dropping another kiss onto your shoulder. You feel the pleasurable rasp of his stubble.

“Yeah, more like a family business,” he says. 

He tells you why John Winchester started writing in that journal in the first place. Dean explains it in his own words, of what his family was before and after a demon broke into his brother’s nursery. Your heart continues to break for him, over and over, the more story he tells. Your shock can only reach new heights when he tells you about angels and demons and everything in between. 

There are moments where he pauses, needing the time to find his words. He’s talked for so long that his knot finally softens, allowing you to withdraw from him, just to turn in his arms and be able to see his face. He bundles you in the blankets to keep you warm, but he also keeps you close, with a loose arm around your waist as he continues. 

You sense that he’s not telling you everything. How could he? A lifetime of blood and wins and incredible losses; family gained, and family lost, endless saves, and so many near misses. You listen with rapt attention (and a lot of shock) to everything he can share, but your heart twinges when you see how he struggles to talk about his mother’s most recent death. Then his best friend Cas. 

You realize that this man, for all his self-deprecation, is a hero. More so than you already knew.

“After the whole Chuck thing was done, I thought we’d just…go back to status quo. Me and Sam against the world, you know?” Dean says. He gives a rueful smile. “Then Sammy tells me he knocked up his mate.”

You smile. “You’re happy for him though.”

“Course I am,” Dean nods. “He never thought he’d get to have all that. A badass chick who can keep him on his toes, a house, the kid, the whole damn thing. He’s downright respectable again.”

His brotherly pride and his humor are tinged with something else though. You think you begin to understand. His losses have weighed him down, leaving him aimless and living in that in between, not unlike the ghosts he used to hunt. You know the feeling. 

You thread your fingers with his, earning his attention. 

“You can have that too, you know,” you say. “I mean, I don’t want to skip ahead, but I feel like things are going well here, despite the whole busted ankle thing.” 

Dean slowly smiles, shaking his head. He brings your hand up to his lips. 

“Okay, enough about my Hallmark movie life. What about you?” he asks. 

So you tell him. 

You two continue to share and explore, both in words and with your bodies, until morning comes. 

It’s another week in the cabin before Dean insists on helping you down the mountain. Your ankle has gotten a little better, but at this point, you need to see a doctor. It takes a couple of days, going as slow as you need to. He ends up carrying you for most of the way anyway. You tell him over and over that he doesn’t have to, but your alpha is stubborn. 

Once he gets you back to the city, you two take a shuttle to the nearest hospital. X-rays are taken, and you get a new cast for your officially fractured ankle. At the very least, you don’t need surgery. You’re able to call your mom from there and let her know where you’ve been, that you’re all right, and best of all…that you’ve found your mate. 

You cry along with her on the phone, this time for a good reason. The best reason. 

When you’re eventually released from the hospital, Dean picks you up in a sleek, black Chevy that has your eyes wide. 

He grins at the look on your face. “Hey, sweetheart. Come meet my Baby.” 

He parks the car and keeps the heater running while he comes around to you in swift strides. He takes your crutches and slides them into the backseat, then helps you into the passenger seat. 

“It’s beautiful, but my God, how old is this thing?”

“She. She’s a she.”

“Oh, pardon me,” you say in amusement. “Do I have some competition here?”

Dean gives you a teasing smirk. “Well, technically, she’s been with me a lot longer than you.” 

You scoff incredulously. He laughs and takes your hand, pressing a kiss into your palm. You discreetly study him and marvel at how much lighter he seems. You don’t know how much is because of this, what your hand in his symbolizes, and how much is because he’s reunited with something important to him. 

“It’s okay, Omega mine,” he says, with a measure of desire in his eyes. “From now on, you’re my priority.”

Your spine prickles with the same arousal you can feel from him through the bond. You lean across the way and share a thorough kiss. 

Until a horn honks loudly from behind. You both jolt, but Dean’s face falls into annoyance. He shoots up a choice finger at the car behind him in the rearview mirror. You laugh as he begins to peel out of the curved pick-up and drop-off zone in front of the hospital. 

“Where are we going, Dean?” you ask, still smiling in amusement. 

“Wherever we damn well please.” He turns to you with a hint of a smile reforming on his lips. “Want me to take you back home? We can sort out the logistics on, uh…well, this.”

You think about it. He poses a good idea, but at the same time, you’re not quite ready for this part of the adventure to end. 

“How long has it been since you’ve seen Sam?” you ask.

Dean blinks at your question. He whistles lowly. “About a year. Jesus, since my nephew was born.”

You smile and reach over, resting your hand on his thigh. 

“Let’s go see him, then,” you say. “I want to meet your family. Then you can meet mine.”

After that, you two can figure out the rest, like where to live, and how you’ll live. 

Dean raises a brow. “Really? That’s like, a thirteen-hour drive.”

You shrug. “I’ve always wanted to go on a real road trip. Can we get some food first though? I’m starving.” 

He laughs and nods as he stops the car at a red light.

“What do you know? A woman after my own heart,” he says. His amusement eases into a gentler smile the longer he stares at you. You smile back, and you give into the urge to lean in again, meeting your lips with his. He brushes your cheek tenderly with his thumb. 

“I know what this needs,” he says lowly. Your brows draw together in a silent question. 

He pulls away to reach into the side compartment along the driver door. He fishes out a cassette tape labelled Zeppelin IV. You bite your lip and try not to say anything smartassed.

Damn, this man is old school. 

He skips ahead until he finds Track 7, just as the light turns green. A melodious guitar riff fills the car as he turns onto the main road with your hand wrapped in his. 

Made up my mind to make a new start.

Going to California with an aching in my heart…

AN: And that's all, folks! 🥹 I truly hope you enjoyed Against the Wind!

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Hey! I thought of a question for you. What in your opinion was the most revealing moment of jikook's relationship, from a korean language standpoint? I know it might be very hard to answer since there are so many moments, but pick your favorite 💜 thank you! 🫂

OMG this is such an interesting question, and so hard to pick. I think most of the jikook moments that scream in whispers that they might be something more than friends are not just through the language, but everything that surrounds the familiarity and comfort and trust that surrounds the way they speak to each other.

I can point out Jimin's phone call to JK during his birthday live, the quiet words and the satoori slipping and that sweet "can i put you on speaker?" followed by JK refering to him as his "small and precious hyung."

I can talk endlessly about JK choosing the words pretty and cute to describe Jimin every. single. time. because his admiration for Jimin runs a little differently than it does with other members-- yes, they all love each other and he finds his hyungs smart, sexy, strong, incredibly cool and fascinating-- but his way of describing Jimin just pulls my heartstrings. Because he respects him as an artist so much, and their work ethics are copy-paste (that's why it's always these two staying for longer rehearsals, why they ride the same car on and off work, etc.) but he also finds him sexy, charming, pretty, cute, cute cute- even his toes are cute! The adjectives he uses for him are just slightly different, idk. it's so crazy

There's also this one moment from that Run BTS ep where they're both blonde and JK's mom tells JM she loves him (ALSO THAT!) where JK's saying "oh we're cooked all the other teams have smart members" and JM goes ??? YAH YOU HAVE ME? and he specifically says "넌 나를 가졌어?" which I think I already wrote a post about but basically, the verb he used was a little weird in the context they were in since it indicates a stronger sense of posession? that's why it's typically used to describe that someone is dating this or that person. Jimin was like I'm yours??? Isn't that enough for you??? (obv joking) AND IT'S JUST SO. UGHH. CAN YOU GUYS CHILL.

ALSO. god im going on and on about this but remember The NJ vlive? That's what did it for me. Jimin caressing his chest and then his chin, telling JK 'I love you' bc he was a little upset, a little pouty, and then whispering "I made my apology so may I go now?" to what Jungkook replied IN THE SOFTEST AND SWEETEST WHISPER "yeah you may" with a shy smile... I'm sorry but why is your hyung asking you for permission. Why is he suddenly talking formally and being all obedient.

Which btw, those switches to overly formal speech are so common with jikook when they're messing around, and it happened during his birthday call as well. it's always that little roleplay where JM loses his hyung privileges (only to take them back at the end lol).

Sorry, they drive me crazy.

Ahem.

I'm not sure this totally answered your question, but I'd say it's bc they are very catious with their speech and they just don't let certain things slip, or if they do, it's always under the pretense of a joke, so u can't really pinpoint one specific moment that tells-all. The complexity behind Jikook and their dynamic is what makes their bond so special and beautiful. 💗💗

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"You had a bad day, and your boyfriend did his best to cheer you up."

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre: Established relationship

Warnings: Cigarettes, she burns him with the cig once, vaginal fingering, hair pulling(m!receiving), nipple sucking(f!receiving), riding, choking and face slapping(m!receiving), unprotected sex but they are clean and in birth control!!! He cums inside her. Cuddlesss :(

Wordcount: 2,7k

a/n: That's one of my favorite lives of him, and he cheered me up that day when i was feeling terrible, so why not?

You close the door of your apartment, take off your shoes and coat and leave them lying around, then go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Your boyfriend is sitting on the sofa with his cell phone in his hand, following you with his eyes.

"Hey my love, you arrived late, I was already going to call you. How was your day?"

You sip your water and set the glass down on the counter, letting out a tired sigh. He turns off his cell phone, puts it on the coffee table, and then walks over to you.

"Want to talk about it?" he asks, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Nothing much happened... just a couple of coworkers who made the atmosphere in the company bad and delayed everyone's work, that's why I arrived much later than normal, also I didn't wake up in the best of moods this morning."

He gives you a worried look, and you give him a small smile.

"I'm fine, my dear, really. I'm just really tired, and my whole body aches. But I'm going to take a long cold shower and come back to you brand new."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, my love, I am"

"Then go take your bath, relax, I'll wait for you"

He's incredibly beautiful in your eyes right now. He's wearing a basic black shirt with sweatpants and wearing his prescription glasses, smelling like a freshly-taken bath. You gave him another smile and a kiss, then headed to the bathroom. You spend a significant amount of time in there, as you said you were going to take a long shower, you really needed it.

You do your skincare, put on a pair of boxer panties and a shirt, which happens to be Jungkook's, and when you get to the living room, you're confronted with a scene that warmed your heart. He turned off all the main lights, leaving only the lamp next to the sofa on, prepared some snacks and beer, and there's music playing on the TV. All this as a plan to take your mind off anything that wasn't him. And that worked perfectly.

"Oh hey darling, feeling better?" He looks at you opening a beer.

"Yes, thank you... what's all this?"

"You were tired, so I thought i could cheer you up. Here are the snacks you like, I've turned on the TV and... Is the lighting okay for you?" He stares at you in a child standing position, and you let out a hearty laugh.

"It's perfect, my love."

"Come over here," now sitting on the sofa, he taps the empty spot on the sofa next to him, "sit here with me."

You go over and pick up the other open beer on the coffee table and sit down next to him. "You didn't need to prepare all that stuff for me Ggukie"

"Of course I did, you've had a bad day, I can't stand seeing you like this. If I could I'd have all your bad days for you."

"You're so sweet"

He smiles and looks down, sniffing the mouth of the bottle. "Is the playlist good? Or do you want me to change it?"

The playlist that's playing on the TV was created by the two of you, with the name Nights together ♡ and it was made especially for moments like this, or for when the two of you couldn't sleep and ended up staying up all night chatting and making out until you got tired.

"No you don't have to, it's good"

"Hmmm... but what about your coworkers?"

"Oh, they're husband and wife, at least they used to be. The wife caught her husband with someone else, someone else who works with them, the other woman almost had her hair pulled out"

"A couple who work together in the same job? And the guy still does this, basically to his wife's face?"

You nod, taking a sip of your beer.

"The atmosphere there got awful, the wife started crying and everyone took her in, I just hid in my computer and carried on working, I am less late than the rest of the people, but still, I was supposed to finish everything today."

“You were smart” he puts his mouth on the bottle.

“I still came off as the heartless one, and I'm not even close to her, even I've been a cuckold and I didn't suffer like that” Jungkook laughs and holds back from spitting out the sip of beer he was about to swallow. “You can laugh. She was yelling... Why did he do that to me? I got him this job! How ungrateful!” You imitate the wife. “And everyone was smooching her, comforting her, I can't stand it. She treated him so badly every day, he couldn't do anything wrong and she'd yell at him, that he was worthless, that she didn't know what she was thinking when she married him.” You eat some of the snacks.

“Maybe that's why he cheated on her”

“That's what I thought, but as I said, I'm not close to her, he could be a scumbag at home.”

“I'd never cheat on you, you know?” You giggle shyly and look down at the bottle in your hand, ”I mean it.”

You look up again and find him staring at you with his eyes shining.

“I missed you today”

“Just today?”

“Every day” his smile appears.

“Do you want to watch a movie while we cuddle?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing”

“Do I choose or do you choose?”

And there you are, late at night, watching your second movie. You're lying on his bare chest, and he's stroking your hair, you're paying more attention to the sound of his heart beating than to the movie, which is pretty boring by the way, but you don't care as long as Jungkook is with you. The door to the balcony is half open, and the chill air from outside comes in softly and spreads through the room with the smoke coming from the ashtray on the coffee table. Jungkook takes the cigarette from his fingers to his mouth, and you look closely at his arm, the veins popping out, pale skin, waiting to be marked. He blows out the smoke.

“This movie is so predictable”

“Huh?”

“Everyone knows that when he walks in there the door will close behind him” he offers you the cigarette, and you accept it looking at the screen, ”I told you, they don't make good horror movies anymore, they're all copies of each other”

You blow the smoke out of your mouth and sniff it back in through your nose, looking at him while he still insists on watching the movie. His glasses disappeared along with his shirt when the first movie ended, his hair is slicked back, he's lightly biting the piercing in the corner of his mouth and you have a perfect view of his neck. You snap out of your trance when you feel the cigarette starting to burn your fingers, and you reach out to put it out in the ashtray, but now all you can think about is the hand he has placed on your waist to prevent you from falling off the sofa.

“The idiot still tries to talk to the entity. These characters are so easy to kill”

You kiss his sternum trying to get his attention, “what a bad movie, I don't think I know how to choose movies anymore”.

“You say it's bad, but you can't take your eyes off the screen”

He looks at you, “I'm sorry, baby, I wanted to see how far the bullshit would go”

“Why don't we do something more interesting?” he puts his arm behind his head, using it as a support to see you better.

“Something on your mind?”

You stretch again, but this time, to get a new cigarette straight from the box, you also pick up the heater and sit on the lap of the dark-haired man below you. You light the cigarette, take a drag, and blow it in his face, who closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, you turn the tip of the cigarette in his direction, and he gets the message, leaning on his arms to sit on the sofa and get face to face with you.

You put the cigarette in his mouth, and he puts his hands on your waist, helping you to get comfortable on his lap. He looks away as the smoke comes out of his mouth. The cigarette goes back in your mouth, and Jungkook is already looking at you with big eyes again.

“Blow in my face again... please”

You do what he asks, and you feel him shudder and squeeze your waist, “I don't even think about the movie anymore”.

A smirk comes over your face, and you run your hand through his hair, “You've been so nice today, organizing everything to spend time with me, helping me relax... I want to thank you for that”

He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin between your breasts.

“My bunny... I've been keeping an eye on you since I got home"

“You can take your frustration out on me whenever you want”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Anything for you”

“Even if it means I'm going to be mean?” You wrap your fingers in his hair and pull it back slowly.

“Yes... I can be your personal punching bag if you please”

“Are you sure?” You say as you stub out your cigarette on his arm, staring into his eyes.

“Yes I am” he keeps his gaze glued to yours, tightening his arms around you. You drop the cigarette on the floor and attack his mouth.

He moves his hands up to your shoulders and back down to your waist. You rub yourself against him, looking for some kind of friction, and he pulls your waist closer in an attempt to do the same action.

“Lean your back against the sofa, it'll be better” you stand up, leaving his lap missing you, and he does what you said, being able to get a better view of you taking off your panties.

“Close your mouth, or you'll drool,” you say, smiling and getting back on top of him, ”I'll leave the shirt for you since it's yours.”

He laughs, you raise your arms, and he removes his shirt from your body, which he does with pleasure, then kisses his way down your neck.

“I've wanted to do that for a while”

“Then why didn't you do it before? You preferred to waste your time with that awful movie”

“I'm sorry, punish me for that” he says into your ear

You laugh, “you naughty boy”

He brings one of his hands down to your pussy, and runs his middle and ring fingers over it, “you're so wet”

“I've been wet since you took your shirt off, like an hour ago”

“Can I put them in?”

“Have at it, before I do it myself”

He puts his fingers inside you, looking at you as you close your eyes and arch your back. “You're so beautiful” you squeeze his shoulders, leaving your fingernails almost bruising him.

“Curl them” you ignore his compliment and give the order, he moves his fingers with ease, offering his thumb on your clit as a treat.

He puts his mouth on one of your breasts and licks his way to the nipple without taking his eyes off you. You pull his hair and call his name as he sucks your nipple and curls his fingers again. His other hand is on your waist, squeezing lightly. “I can't take my eyes off you, my sweetheart"

You growl and throw your head back, not giving a damn about the pain you're causing him by scratching his back like a wild animal, because that's how he makes you feel and that's how he asked to be treated.

He licks you from your nipple to your neck and nibbles on your earlobe, causing you to shiver.

“Jungkook stop.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just don't want to cum on your fingers, I want to cum on your cock” he sighs shakily, ”pull down your pants”

He lowers his sweatpants along with his underpants as much as this position allows him, and you put one of your hands on each of his shoulders, fitting your entrance to his tip.

You both moan in unison, feeling your bodies fit together perfectly, and you lower your hands from his shoulders to his chest. You move at a faster pace, and he grabs your ass, leaning his head against the back of the sofa. He lets out a whimper that was supposed to be your name.

“Look at me,” you order, squeezing his neck.

Your bouncing gets harder, his hands roam desperately over your body in a clumsy way, tears start to form in his eyes, and he coughs, obediently waiting for you to release his neck.

“Hit me”

“What?”

“Hit me, my love, please”

You stop pressing your hand to his neck without taking it away. He takes a deep breath, and you slam your hand on his cheek, marking your territory.

“You're so beautiful,” you slap him again. “I love you,” another slap. “My goddess,” and another slap. “I'd never cheat on you. You can treat me like shit every day, but I'll still love you and worship you, I'll do anything for you. You're my muse. I need you."

Your head is spinning, the cold wind coming from the balcony is chilling you, his mouth is seeking yours, and you connect them by wrapping your arms around his neck. You would be trapped for hours, days, even years in this moment, in what he, only he, causes you. In the way he, only he, loves you.

“Fuck, baby, I'm close”

“Let go, my love, I'll be here to hold you”

His words were like a trigger for your high to come. You scream his name and tremble around him. He kisses your neck in a sloppy way. Now he's moving his own waist, hunting his own orgasm.

“Baby, I'm sensitive, baby”

“I'm almost there, baby. Just hold on a little longer, please. I know I asked you to be mean, but don't do this to me.” You laugh and kiss him, moving your waist again.

He squeezes your waist and whines into your mouth.

“Love?” he breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes.

“It's okay, go on, I want you to,” you stroke the hair on the back of his neck.

And he allows himself to, sinking his head into the crook of your neck, hugging you as if someone wants to steal you away from him. The two of you hug in silence, and you can hear his breathing and his heart beating again, the TV already showing the typical Are you still watching? line.

He looks at you, with his hair messed up, his mouth red and wet from kissing, and droopy eyes.

"I love you so much. If you left me, it would break me, I don't know how I could live without you by my side. You're my life."

"I'll never leave you."

"I know, I know." You caress his face, and he closes his eyes, seeking your touch like a magnet. You lean his head against you and hug him like a child in need of comfort.

"I love you so much, my bunny"

"I love you... I love you..."

"Thank you."

He looks at you again, "Thank you for today. You were very sweet for doing all this"

"Baby, you deserve so much more than this. This was a little treat. You deserve the world, and I feel guilty for not being able to give it to you"

You kiss him passionately and lean your forehead against his, "You're already my world, my love." He smiles with his eyes closed, and your breaths synchronize.

"Baby, I love that we're cuddling like this, but I really need to get cleaned up"

"I know, me too, take a shower with me, and then we'll watch another movie, or play a game, before bed"

"I'd love to."

"But if it's a movie, it has to be a good one," you smile.

"Then you choose this time."

He'll always make you happy, you don't need anything else, he'll always be your dopamine.

[cthulhus-curse]

“But let me give you guys something I want to write a little thing for: holding bambi Wanda's antlers as you fuck her throat :>”

BIG BRAINED REM THOUGHT

if she antlers are sensitive, i can just picture her moaning around you as you fuck her throat. adding onto your pleasure and her neediness. bambi wanda loves cum (i will die on this hill) she loves the taste of you, she loves just being filled with you.

side note: wanda loves when you cum on her face but will lowkey whimper because she thinks “it should be in me right now!”

Bambi Wanda being addicted to cum please and thank you

Wanda would look so adorable with her ears fluttering about excitedly as she take your dick in her mouth. She loves, loves being able to suck you off. During the first few times she definitely struggled because of how big you are, but after enough practice with both you and her special toys, she ends up taking cock like a champ.

Her antlers would be so sensitive as you hold onto them so you can fuck her throat better. And her mouth, gosh, it'd be so warm and needy for your seed. Wanda sucks you off vigorously, holding onto your thighs for balance as she lets you bob her head back and forth.

Ahh and she'd throw a little tantrum when you don't cum in any of her holes. To the point where Wanda would not stop trying to get you to cum again so she can swallow it. Wanda is the type of doe to wake you up by sucking your cock, riding it, or even giving you a tit job <3

[stanpinesdykewife]

this draft won the poll so i'm gonna work on it first! hopefully it'll be out by the end of the week but don't believe me HAHAHA. those who voted for other drafts: don't worry! they're in the lineup!

WIPPPP this is a wip don't get too excited... under the cut...

stoned watching porn WIP stan/reader (gender-neutral, with a vagina) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified smut, 731 words

“No way we just cut straight to nipple play. It’s been three minutes.”

“One moment you’re delivering pizza, the next you’re slobbering on a stranger’s tits,” Stan says solemnly, making you crack up. He grins at you, proud, and you try to get your laughs out before pulling another toke. “That’s just how it was back then.” You resist the urge to snort and lower the joint, sucking fresh air between your teeth.

“Back in your day?” you tease, then breathe slowly out. Stan barks out a laugh.

“Hey, I’m sharin’ real history here,” he jokes, reaching out again. You titter and hand the joint over again, your fingertips brushing briefly before you’re able to lean back into your side of the couch. For a guy who thought a decent ounce of weed still cost twenty bucks, max, he’s got the tolerance of a god. You're taking it easy, taking smaller hits than Stan is.

“I don’t trust your judgment, old man,” you say, wagging a finger at him, before a loud, overdramatic moan pierces the air. You both whip your heads to the screen, already laughing by the time you register Delivery Guy’s long, skinny dick sinking into Bachelorette’s pussy as she’s bent over the couch’s armrest. “That was nothing! No foreplay, nothing!”

“You don’t need foreplay in the movies, bud. That’s the magic of Hollywood.” You cast Stan a serious side eye, squinting at him as he eyes the joint. The bright cherry at the end has died down, and Stan glances around a moment for your lighter. You spot it next to him, halfway between the couch cushions, and point to it. “Hey, thanks.”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who ‘doesn’t believe’ in foreplay,” you say. Stan scoffs at you as he raises the joint to his lips, his other hand flicking the lighter with ease.

“Not in the movies. Movies are different, y’know,” he grumbles, touching the flame to the burnt end to reignite that cherry again. You watch as the tip turns bright red, blazing hot, and Stan’s cheeks suck in slightly as he takes a drag. Then he lets the flame extinguish, brings the joint away and lets his head roll back to the top of the couch cushion as he breathes the smoke out.

Your gaze is drawn to the long, sturdy line of his jaw. The sharp shadow underneath, the dim glow of the television casting light across the planes of his face. You lean back against the couch’s armrest, letting your gaze trail lazily towards the wisps of smoke reaching, stretching towards the ceiling. You open your mouth to say something.

“Yeah, yeah, stick that hot dick in my pussy,” Bachelorette says from onscreen, and your laugh this time is more out of surprise than anything. Stan snorts, blessed enough to have been paying at least a little attention to the movie. He doesn’t seem fazed by the change in position; Delivery Guy is sitting like a normal person on the beaten fabric couch, with Bachelorette’s back to him, her front facing the camera. She moans, long and high, as she sinks down on his dick. “Yes, yes, yes!”

You still have the remnants of a smile on your face as you watch, the top-notch weed keeping you bright-eyed. But you’re quickly lost in the movie. The bachelorette’s mouth falls into a satisfying circle, her back arching as she starts bouncing in her partner’s lap. Delivery Guy’s face is out of frame, but his hands are tight on Bachelorette’s hips. Your eyes follow the flexing of his fingers, dragging her down all the way onto his dick and then letting up his grip when she moves upwards. Every so often he lets out a groan, backing the impressive vocals of the woman riding him like a champ.

Huh. This part doesn’t feel as cheesy as the others.

“Oh yeah,” Bachelorette whines out, her eyes clenched shut. “Fuck, yes.”

In your peripheral, Stan takes another drag. Lowers the joint. Then he exhales slowly, so slowly, the smoke gliding out in a loose stream towards the television. The silence between you two isn’t awkward, not really—you’re just watching a movie. He's just smoking some weed.

You're so focused on convincing yourself this movie night is entirely, completely normal, that it takes you a moment to realize your thighs are squeezing together.

[milla-frenchy]

Thank you for the tags @baronessvonglitter @604to647 @itwasntimethatdidit40 🙏❤️

Oh I love this 😁

Ok, so round 1

k: easy, Javi G. He's not my type (except in that shotgun scene 🥵)

F: Pero. I love Pero, he's grumpy, he's got a scar, he's hot. So I give him a bath, I give him food, and I fuck him

M: I can be a brat and Dave is a brat tamer for sure 😌 But not in a Joel kind of way. No, Dave takes his time. He'll roll up his sleeves slowly and tell me in a cold, calm voice what a bad girl I've been, and how he's gonna fix it. (and I just want to tie him up and ride him and hear him tell me how much he's gonna punish me for this, until he can only groan and grunt and look at me with a dark look 😌)

Round 2:

K: Marcus M, sorry hon 🤷‍♀️ I think he's hot, tho, but i think ezra would be more fun to fuck

F: Ezra. I wanna hear these moans for real and I think he can fuck really nasty and I'm so here for it

M: Oberyn for sure. He's the only man I could share without being possessive. Oberyn and orgies? Fuck yeah. And he's so hoooooot

Round 3:

K: Whiskey, 0 hesitation. I'm not into that guy at all

F: Din Djarin, helmet ON 😍😍😍 I'm rewatching The Mandalorian and I'm starting to feel things 😌

M: Tim!!! Every night every day, one of the hottest p boys 😍😍😍 That white shirt and holster? Please 🥵

Round 4:

K: Dieter, he's not my type and I don't really understand him. He's sooooo hot sometimes, but then he's not at all (for me)

F: Lucien. Lucien is a red flag, and I loooooove red flags, I need red flags in my life to break my heart, I don't make the rules. So I fuck him, and I'll try to break his heart before he breaks mine (but I always lose this game 😂😭)

M: (screaming 😍😍😍) Javiiiiiiii 🥵 Yep. Gimme that man, let me fix him (or not). He's 100% my type, he's hot, he's sassy, he needs to fuck to forget, he's everything I want

Round 5

what the hellllllllll 😭😭😭 can I cheat???? How am I gonna do this, damn...

Ok, I'm gonna have to do it differently this time...

M: it would be Joel or Acacius. But I tend to get bored very quickly, and I think Joel would do better than Acacius with that. So, Joel.

F: So, Acacius or Frankie (😭😭😭). I think Acacius is not the fuck type. He's the husband type. So I'm gonna pick Frankie (and see if he deserves his PEK title)

K: So I guess I kill Acacius and I hate it 😭😭😭

Great game, it was so fun 🙏😍 (until it wasn't anymore 😭😭)

npt: @aurorawritestoescape @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @sawymredfox @schnarfer

@thundermartini @iknowisoundcrazy @magpiepills @arcanefox207 @yxtkiwiyxt

@joelmillerisapunk @ace-turned-confused @megangovier @bonezone44 @tateypots

@pascalssbabyy @jolapeno @gothcsz @msjarvis @corazondebeskar-reads and whoever wants to 🙏

Comment who you’d choose from each round 👀🥵

[kitsunexgari]

Summary: During a party you're attending with Byung-hun, you run into an old flame. Thanks to a little too much booze you end up kissing him, but you are caught. Obviously, Byung-hun isn't too happy with this situation and he decides to teach you a lesson about who you belong to when you get home. Tags: Dom/sub, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Restraints, Riding Crops, Spanking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fear Play, Butt Plugs, Slapping, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Scarification, Marking, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane Notes: This is meant as a fictional scenario and is not meant to reflect any sort of real life situation. It should be considered as extremely alternate universe.

"What is it about him huh? You couldn't just stop  yourself?" He demands as you get back to the house. You sigh, it wasn't just as black and white as stopping yourself but you weren’t exactly sure how to explain it. There was some kind of history there, a weird one but still there. It wasn't like it was just a superficial crush. You had gotten to know him over time and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from one little kiss. Even if you knew it was wrong since you had someone else now. 

"First of all, you need to sober up," You warn and head for the kitchen to grab him a bottle of water. He follows after you close behind; you know he’s not happy but you also understand why. You know the booze is making him more riled up than he normally would be, and that is only going to make it much harder to talk to him. You turn and hold the water out to him, he glares at you but takes it anyway. "Secondly, I mean okay he's an old friend, someone that I knew before I ever you and I still do happen to find him very attractive. Yeah, it’s stupid I may have had a crush on him at some point, I guess those feelings came back up. Happens to the best of us. He was a bad boy and I was young and stupid but I like that whole-" 

"A bad boy..." He cuts you off as he opens the bottle of water, "That guy, that pretty guy in the suit, a bad boy?"

"Maybe, at one time, it was just a fantasy I guess. Obviously I wouldn't like him if he were really a-" 

"Psycho killer is that what you want now?" He asks then takes a few gulps of water and moves to the counter pulling a knife from the wooden block where it’s sitting. He turns towards you holding it up to your face. "I can give you psycho killer, I'm fucking Lucifer if that’s what you want.”

"I-" 

"You...your the one who gave me my power little girl." He grins. You can’t deny what he’s doing is really hot. It isn’t giving you a dangerous vibe at all, he knows you like this because you had flat out admitted it to him in a hot tub one night. Your fantasy, how badly you wanted it. The whole thing about pushing it to the extreme and not stopping unless you use the safe word. Though he is upset, or had been, you can see the shift. The air has changed. For whatever reason this had stirred up that part of him that feels he could fulfill the fantasy you have. Perhaps what it took to spark this feeling was seeing you do that. Kiss another man. 

"My fantasy was about an actual human, not the devil." You say softly after another moment. "Also to be caught off guard and well...I like this whole thing but you're drunk and we shouldn't do this." It kind of pains you to say it. Boy do you want to do it. You even realize the thrill of doing it while he is less inhibited than usual, which isn’t even that much to start with. The danger of doing something that reckless is intoxicating but you know you shouldn't. It went against the rules and if they started to break the rules, then where would they be? You move past him, testing the waters a bit. Wanting to see if he remembers the rest of what you said. About not stopping until you call the safe word. No matter how much you protest. You hear him growl as you pass but you don’t  hear him following. That’s kind of a bummer. 

You head into the bathroom and strip out of your shoes and dress then walk over to the shower. You turn it on and step up to the sink so you can take your hair down. You’d gotten it done professionally for the party. They'd used all sorts of clips and pins and you didn't know where. It was much easier to take it down while looking in a mirror than trying to guess. As you pull the last pin from your hair the lights in there flicker and go out entirely. It wouldn't have been so bad other than the fact that it made things nearly pitch black. There is some light coming in through the window but not much. 

"Byung-hun?" You call. Since it is summer and has been unusually hot, you wouldn't have been anywhere near surprised if there were rolling blackouts again. You sigh and start to blindly find your way back towards the bedroom. Eventually you find where you tossed your purse down and get your phone out. Flicking on the flashlight you shine it around the room. "BYUNG-HUN!" From outside you can hear a dog barking in the distance, though that only lasts a moment before it stops. You head out into the hallway, still just in your bra and panties. Stockings and garter belt as well. He seems to like that sort of thing so you’d worn it on purpose to the party to tease him. 

Stepping into the hall you shine the flashlight one way, pausing to try to remember where the hell the fuse box is. It seems the lights are out in the entire house. You guess it could be a problem with that but maybe it was just another rolling blackout. You turn your phone so the screen is facing you, intending to Google blackouts in the area to confirm your theory. Out of nowhere, you are grabbed from behind. A leather gloved hand presses over your mouth tightly. It startles you enough to drop your phone as you are pulled back a few feet.  

"I don't think anyone's here to help you. Haven't seen people around," The voice was definitely Byung-hun’s so at least that calms you. Slightly. To be fair, he'd done a good job of this and you really like the way your heart is pounding in your chest. "Now, you're going to do what I fucking say or you're going to fucking regret it. Understood?" You feel him shift and a second after that, the cold metal of a knife pressed to the side of your throat. You gasp softly, closing your eyes. He is really going for it, isn’t he? 

"Y-yes..." You say into his hand even though it is considerably muffled. 

"That's my good girl, now...I think we're going to start by showing me what you want to do with him hmmm? Bet you'd just love to be sucking his cock  right now, huh?" He asks. 

"No! I-"  

"Of course you would you stupid whore..." He chuckles darkly. Oddly enough, as much as you recognized the voice as his it was still different. Like he is playing a character or something. It is deeper, smoother, much more savage. It’s just different enough to drive you crazy. You’ve never heard him speak in this manner before. 

"Come on now, start walking." You don’t have a choice either way because he is so much bigger than you. You are just turned and he starts to force you down the hall towards where the bedroom is. When you are about 5 feet from the door he shoves you away from him and towards it. You stumble then turn to look back. He definitely has a knife. He must have kept it with him when you left the kitchen. 

"Open it, go on." He shoves the knife in her face. You swallow hard and nod, reaching toward to grab the knob and twist it to push the door open. As it swings back he grabs you by the hair violently and pulls you inside with him, shoving you down onto your knees quickly. "Stay there, don't fucking move." 

"Yes uh..."

"Sir is fine," He chuckles moving towards the dresser where you keep most of the toys you have around for fun. You turn your head to see what he’s doing. He hasn’t positioned you correctly for you to see exactly what might be going on. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST TELL YOU?" 

"S-Sorry." You yelp turning your head back so you are looking forward instead of over your shoulder. 

"Repeat it, bitch, what did I just fucking tell you?" He insists. 

"Not to move, sir." You say. 

"So you can hear, good to know," He growls. You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. This is far more intense than anything you’d ever experienced with him but you are loving it. You glance around the room then over to the door. Part of you wonders what he’ll do if you run. Would he keep going? Still play along? Get worse? You wait until he sounds distracted. Rifling through the items in the dresser. You scramble to your feet and yank the door open before racing out of there as fast as you can. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" 

You scream, tearing down the hall and going for the stairs. Just as you are about to reach them you are tackled to the ground, hard. He pins you there, pressing the palm of his hand to the side of your face. Pushing your cheek into the carpet. Your heart is pounding in your chest but she are loving every second of it. 

"LET ME GO!" You scream at him, and like you mean it, trying to test him on this. 

"Right, the guy with the fucking knife who came in here just to fuck that sweet ass is going to let you go. What fun would that be?" He taunts. You scream again but he just ignores it, pulling your arms back behind you and tying them in place. It seems like he more than likely had just picked up the rope when you made a break for it. Shit he is good at this.

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"

"Sorry about what? That you're such a goddamn, cock teasing whore?" He snarls, getting down by your face to do it, even drooling on you a bit. You cry out in disgust and he very easily pulls you up onto your feet again. You try to drag them, lock up, anything you can but it isn’t working. He is very easily able to pull you back to where you had been before because the stockings on your feet made it painfully simple to slide you around. 

"What are you gonna do now? Huh? Tough guy? Hands are behind my back!" You snap at him. The door had shut behind him, and though you knew you probably shouldn't be a smart ass right now you want to test it. Since it is ultimately safe to do this with him, and you know it, you want to see what might happen. Challenge him a bit. Not letting go of you for a second he drags you into the bedroom and shoves you to your knees like he had before.  "Stay the fuck there," He warns, shoving the knife in your face. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" 

"OKAY!" You yell back. He growls again and steps away from you but only for a second. The next thing you know he is putting a blindfold over your eyes. A good one too. Something very specifically meant to block out your sight entirely. With your arms restrained as they are and this blindfold tied around your head you aren’t going anywhere he doesn’t let you, that is for sure. He pulls you back up to your feet and quite rudely shoves you onto the bed, pinning you down on your stomach. 

"Now, bitch, I'm going to untie you, do not fucking try to fight me. You won't win. I'm gonna get exactly what the fuck I came here for." He warns you. You groan softly, unable to help it, as you feel the holds around your wrist release. You do jerk back and try to fight but he has you pinned too well. It only takes a few more movements to get you onto your back and yank your arms up over your head where he uses the rope to tie them in place to the headboard. "Try to get out of that you sneaky bitch." 

"Let me go!" You whine loudly. 

"Go? Oh I don't think so...party is just getting started sweetheart!" He says then laughs the most evil laugh you’ve heard yet. It sends chills through your body but, it doesn’t matter. You are hot. Burning. All you want is him and he probably knows it at that point. It is why he isn’t giving it to you. He is in control and he wants to prove it. He wants to win. 

"Please...Master I-" 

"You what?" He asks, "Think I need to teach you a damn lesson. You fight back, you run away from me and you think I'm going to be fucking nice?" 

"I don't-" 

"You don't what?" He snaps back at you. "Everyone saw you there tonight, you bitch...and I'm going to make sure you remember you always remember who your real Master is. Got that shit? ANSWER!"

  "Yes sir!" You yell back instantly, mostly because his voice is jarring as hell. He makes it feel like your heart is going to leap right out of your throat. You only crave  more. 

"Good," He says, "Prepare for a night you won't soon forget, little girl." You hear him chuckle as he takes a few steps away from you. You whine loudly, a sound which only gets louder once you feel the cold metal of a blade pressing against your stomach. You shiver as he runs it over your skin. Down towards the waistband of your panties. He cuts them off roughly before pressing the flat of the blade over your clit. It is nearly enough to get you to cum but he pulls back just in time causing you to scream angrily. 

"PLEASE!" 

"You really think you deserve to cum that fast? Huh? Stupid bitch," He snarls and slaps your inner thigh. You squeal and struggle as he cuts off your bra next, crying out when he actually cuts you. Nothing too dangerous, feels only like a scratch. You moan, laying back, trying to relax but it is so hard. You didn't think you’d ever want to cum so badly in your life. "You look good like this, real good but you'd look even better with my initials carved into that pretty little body of yours." 

"W-What?" You whisper. Oddly enough, you aren’t opposed to this. At least not in the moment but will he really do it? You are aware this is a terrible idea but fuck does it turn you on and you don’t want to stop him. You refuse to stop him. Being marked like that as his? Fuck you can’t think of a better suggestion. Plus you kind of want to see if he will do it. If he is still going by the set guidelines. Only stop if you call the safe word. Well, you weren’t going to call it just wait to see what might happen.

"Yeah how about...here?" He says moving the knife right to your neck, "Huh that would probably kill you. The blood would be amazing though...let's see...." He starts to trail the knife down towards more of the center of your chest, pressing hard enough that it was definitely leaving a mark just not slicing you open. He stops when he gets above your heart. 

"Sir-" 

"Shut the FUCK up you don't get a FUCKING say in this!" He roars at you. You mewl softly but shut your mouth, your hands clench into fists above your head. This is going to hurt but fuck do you want it. Will he do it though? Will he actually do it? You hold your breath. "Yes right here above that pretty little heart of yours." After that, he doesn’t hesitate to make the first cut. You scream but he just continues. You can feel the letters as he works, the shape of it. The knife is damn sharp so it is easy enough to do. The hot blood spills out over your skin. Enough to feel it but not enough that it’s gushing either. This will scar but it certainly won’t kill you. By the time he finishes you are so stunned he had actually done it you can barely speak. Your body is completely on fire with arousal. He is going to have to do very little to make you cum after that and you know it. 

"There we go, much better. Now everyone's going to fucking know..." He snarls. There is a pause as he pills his gloves off. His fingers moving to dip into the blood and smear it down your chest over your stomach. You groaned, arching up towards his touch. "You're more of a fucking slut than I imagined." 

"Please just-" 

"What? Fuck you? Fuck you after all this shit? You think that's what you're getting? Oh no...not that easy bitch. You still gotta pay the price." He warns. "Gonna make sure you're screaming my name by the end of this, and it will only ever be my name again. Understood?" 

"Y-Yes sir." You reply breathlessly. 

"What name is that then? Huh?" He asks, slapping your cheeks roughly to get your attention, which is good because you were in such an aroused haze you can barely think. 

“Byung-hun..." 

"Damn fucking right it is." He says. You hear him take a few steps away from you, back towards the dresser before returning. "So what to do with you? Hmmm? I can see how bad you fucking wanted, I can smell it. Can't control yourself? No, no I knew that already. Little slut like you, have to watch you all the fucking time." Without any sort of warning he slaps your cunt with what feels like a riding crop he has grabbed. You squeal and twist under him before he does it again. 

"I'm sorry!" 

"No you're not but you're certainly going to be." He tells you, slapping you twice more. You scream in frustration. The slaps are enough to cause pleasure but the sting after takes away any ability for you to actually orgasm. You are right on the edge, trying to push up towards him but because of the stockings on your feet, you keep slipping. "You're just a worthless fucktoy you know, my worthless fucktoy. Say it!" He slaps your stomach with the crop. You let out a yelp. 

"I-I'm your...your fucktoy." You breathe. 

"What was that? Huh?" He demands slapping your stomach again. 

"I'M YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKTOY SIR!" You scream.   "That's right, here for my pleasure not yours not anyone else's but mine. Gonna learn that lesson tonight, gonna learn it real good." He says. He comes around the bed and unties you, making quick work of getting you back onto your knees. Not that you were even thinking about resisting him at that point. There is the sound of movement, you hear his slacks unzipping and he grabs the back of your head. "Open your fucking mouth." You do as you are told really easily and his cock is jammed in there seconds later. 

You can feel how aroused he is by this, taste it. It only fuels you more. You try to work your mouth and tongue but he has another idea. His grip tightens and he starts to shove you down on him, then pull back. Up and down, up and down, rougher and rougher. You are gagging so harshly and so loudly you can barely catch your breath. Just when you think you might panic he stops, shoving you back. Like he can sense it somehow. You take in a gasp of air and start to cough, your hands moving up to your throat. As you try to catch your breath he yanks you up and shoves you over the bed. Pulling your hands in front of you again he restrains you so you are bent over across it, at the waist. He comes around behind you and slaps your ass roughly a few times. You cry out, jerking at the harsh treatment but, only wanting more.  There is another pause and then something presses against your ass. You can feel the lube on it, and it isn’t huge. This is good cause you’d never done this before. 

"Oh God..." 

"What's that? You don't want this in your ass?" He asks, "You really think that shit matters right now?" 

"Depends on what-" 

"No...no it fucking doesn't." He cuts you off and shoves it in anyway. You scream, then moan, the moment it is in you know it is a plug. One of the smaller ones in your collection, because you hadn't really intended to use it. Even if previously you were convinced you’d hate this, at the moment it was nice. Very nice. Unexpectedly nice. Possibly because you are so damn aroused and it is some kind of penetration even if it is not the kind you want. "There we go." 

"Oh God please just fuck me!" You scream, unable to keep yourself from shaking at that point. 

"I really don't think you should be talking to Master that way if you want anything soon..." He warns you then slaps your ass again. You groan and press her cheek against the bed, closing your eyes tightly under the blindfold. He comes around so he is standing in front of you, using his hands to guide yours to his cock. You take it and start to stroke it firmly like he is attempting to show you to do. For some reason. "Feel this? Huh?" 

"Y-Yes sir..." You whisper. 

"Good, you want this? Cause you fucking did it." He growls. 

"I-I know sir...please I-" 

"You what? Hmmm?" He slapped her hands away, "You're a worthless fucktoy, aren't you?" 

"Yes...yes sir." 

"SAY IT!" 

"I'm a worthless fucktoy." You breathe.

"And who does that fucktoy belong to?" He asks like he was talking to some kind of lap dog. 

"You, Sir. I belong to you." You reply. 

"That's my good girl." He chuckles. He steps away and you can hear his footsteps walk back around the other side of the bed then behind you. Then there is silence. A lot of it. You whine and struggle wondering what the fuck he is doing. This seems to drag on for an eternity before he grabs your hips and slams into your cunt from behind. It is enough to trigger an orgasm but he starts to pound into you relentlessly. Seeming not to actually care what you are enjoying and what you aren’t. Which only makes it better. You really were a fucktoy now but you were his. "Say it bitch...say it again..." 

"I belong to…you…sir…" 

"That's fucking right! WHO FUCKING OWNS YOU?" 

"You do!!" You scream, your hands clenching into fists again trying to jerk upwards from the restraints. 

"DAMN. FUCKING. RIGHT. IT. FUCKING. IS!" He yells back, punctuating each word with a brutal slap to your ass. He grabs your hips again, tightly enough that you are pretty sure you’ll have bruises there too. "Wanna cum again? Huh? Cum for Daddy like the worthless fucktoy you fucking are?" 

"Yes-" 

"What?" 

"YES DADDY PLEASE!" You scream, slipping up as she you are unable to think clearly. He leans in closer to you, over you, a hand slipping under to get to your clit. He then literally bites into your shoulder, enough you feel the skin break in a few places. This coinciding with what his fingers are doing giving you the most intense orgasm you’d ever had in your life. You scream, bucking against him roughly, all the air leaving your lungs.

The very next thing you are aware of is him saying your name. Maybe. You heard his voice, not the sexy killer voice he'd been doing before but his actual voice. The fuck had happened? Had you blacked out? 

"Are you okay?" This time it was far more clear.

"Shit....shit I'm fine I'm fine I swear..." You managed to spit out a moment later. "Fuck...oh god I didn't ruin it for you did I?" 

"No..." He says breathlessly then you hear him laugh. The blindfold is untied from your head quickly after that. He comes around to the other side of the bed and reaches to untie you. "I uh....I mean I was paying attention but I uh...well I came right about when you did and kind of took me a moment to realize something was wrong so I mean it was great then kind of scary but not ruined." 

"Oh...good." You whisper then try to stand up and immediately collapse onto the floor since your legs are too weak. He rushes over to the other side of the bed, picking you up from the floor and pulling you into his arms easily enough. You look at him, with what you assume is the dumbest smile on your face ever.  "That was...amazing." You breathe. 

"You're sure you're okay?" He asks, looking down at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. 

"You have no idea," You whisper, "I fucking wanted that, needed it, and you delivered. You're amazing. You're sure I didn't...ruin it?" 

"No...not even a little." He says and hugs you close. You wrap your arms around his neck a bit tighter, to help him out as he carries you through the door and into the bathroom. Resting against him, your eyes started to close. That had been insane, and pretty addictive. Though it wasn't something you think you really wanted to do all the time, you don’t regret a second of it. You are pretty sure that you have found the perfect match. Hopefully you’d be able to hold onto for a long time. 

[sturniolo04]

WTF 2 m.s.

Boydad!Matt x Boymom!Reader

A/N: I love dad!matt so here is a boydad!matt version of this post. Also If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll

"holy fuck squeezin' me so g'd shit"

Cooper groans from underneath his girlfriend, Chloe, who was now riding on top of him at the moment. See it was a Friday night and Friday night meant date night for you and Matt, leaving your son to his own devices for about and hour or so.

Of course, you and Matt knew about Chloe and you loved Chloe like a daughter you always wanted and you know maybe in the future you and Matt were going to have a mini you but right now Chloe was your daughter at this point.

You guys also knew with your son being 16 and almost going on 17 it was only a matter of time before he and Chloe had sex, I mean you and Matt lost your virginities to each other when you were 17, and ever since then you have been inseparable.

In hindsight, it would be the end of the world when they finally make that decision that just meant Chloe was likely to stick around for a while, although you just didn't know when that decision was going to be made.

"i- g'nna c'm"

chloe gasps out leaning her head forward to rest on his pillows on his bed seeing they swapped positions, cooper taking her from behind. he is definitely Matt's son for sure.

"the food was actually good tonight thank you"

you state to Matt as you both make it into the house entering the living room taking off your heels with the assistance of Matt being the gentlemen that he is.

"well thats good im glad you liked it and enjoyed your night sweetheart"

matt coos standing back after helping you take your shoes off as you two begin to walk up the stairs.

"wait-"

matt quietly whispers to you as he halts at the top of the steps hearing muffled moaning.

"is that what i think it is"

Matt trails off asking you look at the shocked expression on your face.

"baby he definitely"

you giggle covering your mouth as Matt chuckles under his breath. You two immediately stop laughing when you hear everything go silent and begin to hear the door knob twist open.

"mom dad when did you guys get back"

cooper shockingly asks attempting to fix his hair.

"um not that long ago"

you sigh out as Chloe walks out with his t shirt on.

"oh my goodness hi"

chloe awkwardly greets tucking some of her hair behind her ear feeling the heat rise on her cheeks.

"did you guys do anything interesting tonight"

matt asks the pair as you let out a giggle under his breath.

"um i we"

chloe stutters out as she looks at cooper to come up with something quickly.

"we watched netflix"

cooper strained out clearing his throat afterwards as you and matt quirk and eyebrow up at the response.

"no chill"

matt asks bluntly as both chloe and cooper look at each other knowing they have to come clean.

"maybe a little chill"

chloe trails off under her breath looking down at the floor in the process.

"maybe alot of chill like p in v type shit"

cooper chuckles out straching the back of his head trying to contain his chuckle at the thought.

"are you mad"

chloe ask purely because she always thought highly of you guys and always sought out your approval for everything because she did feel like a daughter to you and matt.

"no well were you two at least safe about it"

you huff out asking the pair making switching eye contact with them both.

"of course"

cooper simply answers

"well then thats all that matters good for you two though"

matt chuckles as you and him say goodnight and head to your shared room for the night.

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[babygirlgiles]

I think my fic where Xander accidentally becomes a successful novelist (largely without realizing it) is the funniest idea I’ve ever had. This guy started writing little stories to remember their adventures in Sunnydale (his last line in Chosen about “how will anyone even know about this unless we tell them” burrowed itself into my little archivist brain and won’t let go) and posts them online. He unintentionally goes viral. He thinks someone named Simon N. Schuster is leaving him voicemails. He ends up on the New York Times bestseller list.

He doesn’t even realize that everyone else thinks the stories are fiction. Xander is out here writing autobiographical non-fiction but everyone else thinks he’s a weirdly dedicated author that’s really committed to maintaining a Lemony Snicket style pseudonym/persona for the narrator of his novel. There are “Who Is Xander Harris?” articles. No one can dig up much of anything on him because he lived his whole life in a town that got wiped off the map. He keeps rejecting requests for interviews because of his stage fright. At first this drives his publicist absolutely ballistic but it just adds the the air of mystery that’s drumming up book sales so she lets it go.

He only responds to questions over email and only ever responds “in character” as his “novel’s narrator” and this baffles everyone, only adding to the supposed mystery. It’s literally not even Xander actually writing the emails 95% of the time. It’s Dawn. She has appointed herself as “Xander’s representation” even though she doesn’t really know what being someone’s representation means. She printed business cards.

[pastellmochi]

non paralive moots im begging yuo listen to my wife singing

[roylustang]

Got my lawn chair back 🙌🏻