#they loveee cuts on his forehead going down to his eyebrow. and i love it too it's my favorite dean wound

[ihatedean]

ugh. one of my favorite bloody dean moments.

[adezahnae]

My Roomie (Part 4)

A/N: HELLO! HERE IS PART 4!! I HOPE YOU LOVEEE ITTT💕💕☺️

Warnings: Light Smut, cursing, corruption, angst, spanking, etc...

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

I stirred awake as I shift my body on the bed. I opened my eyes to see Jongin laying right there next me, watching me. “Ah!” I screamed jumping back. He smiled and placed a hand on my cheek. “Good Morning, baby..” He mumbled. I smiled back. “Good Morning..” I replied.

I looked down to see myself without any clothes. I gasped and covered myself. “Uh! Sorry!” I said. He only laughed and pulled the blankets down. “Don’t worry.. I’ve already seen everything anyways.” He smirked. I gulped and blushed as I remembered the thoughts of last night. Last night...it was an actual dream come true...

“Hmmm Kai..” I moaned as I ride him. He bit his lip and grabbed onto my butt. “You like this? Fucking yourself onto my cock?” He asked. I nodded my head and threw it back. He chuckled and bounced me faster. “Then show me how much you love it..cum for me.” He said in a low tone. I whined as I threw my head back and scratched down his chest and neck. He groaned at feeling and smacked my butt again, laughing as I yelped. “You’re so precious..” He whispered.

I gulped as I remembered the thoughts. He was moving my hair out of the way and tucking it behind my ear. “Are you thinking about last night?” He asked. I nodded and he lightly chuckled. “Your pretty pretty moans and whines echo through my head alll the time now.” He said.

I giggled and looked away. He turned my face to look at him again and softly kissed me on my lips. As we got deeper into the kiss, I began to roam my hands to his hair and shoulders and neck. He smirked in the kiss. “Is my baby getting a little bit grabby and needy?” He teased. I blushed and looked down. The pet name ‘baby’ gave me butterflies. It made me feel like a baby who needs attention and her bottle.

“I thought we talked about eye contact baby?” He said pulling my chin up with his finger. “Sorry..” I mumbled. “Sorry what?” He smirked. “Sorry Daddy..” I said with a little giggle. He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Perfect..” He mumbled.

“I wanna take you out.” He said. “Really?” I asked. “Mhm. We’re gonna go and explore outside of the campus.” He smiled. I smiled back. “Okay! Let me go and get dressed!” I said. I grabbed my underwear and bra and put them on. “Wait, before you go out there, put this on.” He said.

He gave me his hoodie and I looked at him funny. “Why?” I asked. “Because I have friends over.” He said. “Oh! Okay well hold on.” I said. I slipped on his big hoodie and smiled. I flopped the sweater paws I had with a giggle. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed down my neck with a chuckle. “You’re so cute..” He mumbled. He landed a quick smack to my butt, making me moan.

“Huh? Aren’t you a little bit naughty hm?” He teased. I blushed and covered my face. “You want me to walk out with you?” He asked. I nodded and he smiled. He opened the door for me and there sit three guys. I gulped and looked around. They all turned to us. “Who is this?” One of them asked. “Yeah..she’s hot..” another smirked. “Adorable actually.” The last one cooed. I felt uncomfortable and hid behind Jongin.

“Everyone this is Y/n. She is- Don’t crowd her. Sit down.” Jongin said. I peeked from behind him and seen them all with sulky faces. I pouted and hid behind Jongin again. He took my hand and pulled me out from behind him. “Now again. Everyone this is Y/n, my roommate.” Jongin said. “More like a fuckmate.” One said. The tall threw a pillow at the one who said it. “Shut up Sehun.” He hissed.

“Y/n, this is Sehun, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun.” Jongin introduced while pointing to them. “H-Hi..” I said in a low voice. “Aww how cute is she?” Chanyeol said. “She’s shy around other guys so leave her alone.” Jongin said. “Are you a virgin?” Baekhyun asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. I shook my head. “N-No..” I replied. “Hm..you must just had it taken away. Right?” He smirked. I had flashbacks of me and Jongin, making me giggle and blush. “Ah!! You did it didn’t you?” Baekhyun asked Jongin. “Yeah..You can say that.” Jongin said with a nervous chuckle.

“Oohhh!!! He’s never been this shy over a girl before! You must give better sex than L-“ “Baekhyun shut up. Go and get dressed okay?” Jongin said cutting Baekhyun off. I nodded and ran off to my room. I shut the door and slid down it. Why are there so many? Too many good looking faces! Too too too many for me to handle! I shook the thoughts of them and went to my closet.

Jongin’s POV

I sat on the couch and breathed out. “Was I about to fuck up?” Baekhyun asked. “Big time.” Chanyeol said nodding his head. “I think that would’ve been a time when Jongin knocked your ass out.” Sehun said. “I thought she knew about...Lia.” Baekhyun whispered the last part. “Why would I let her know about her? That doesn’t make any sense.” I said. “You’re the one who fucked her and got her pregnant.” Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders. “That isn’t my baby. It’s Chanyeol’s.” I said. “My baby?! Hell no..she’s lying.” Chanyeol said. “Damn she’s a hoe..” Sehun said shaking his head.

“Why did you start messing around with Lia anyways? You knew the girl was bad news.” Chanyeol asked. “I had to get Y/n somehow.” I said. “A simple talk would’ve been nice.” Chanyeol said. I laughed. “No..I have to get to her emotionally and mentally. Not verbally.” I said. “Why?” Baekhyun asked. “I like her...” I said. Everyone gasped. “YOU LIKE Y-“ Baekhyun was cut off by Chanyeol hitting him in the face with a pillow. “Jesus Christ Baek, shut up!” I rolled my eyes.

“AND I want her. Simple as that.” I finished. “Jongin this is a innocent girl, not some whore you can play with and leave.” Baekhyun said. “Who said I was leaving her?” I asked sitting up. Everyone was silent. “I’m just gonna let’s see...show her some new things..” I smirked. “As in corrupt her and possess over her.” Chanyeol said. “Exactly, just with love though..” I said. “Damn...” Sehun said. “What?” I asked.

“After one night and you’re pussy whipped. That’s sad.” He shook his head closing his eyes. “More like she’s dick whipped...” Baekhyun mumbled as she came back into the living room. Chanyeol smacked Baekhyun in his mouth. “Shut up.” He growled.

Y/N came back with shorts and dress shirt. I smiled. “I’ve never seen you wear shorts..” I said. “Yeah..I thought I try something new.” She smiled. “Oh! My purse!! Hold on!” She said rushing back to her room. “See? It’s already working.” I smirked. Everyone shook their head and sighed. “Okay I’m ready.” Y/n smiled. I took her hand and grabbed my jacket. “Let’s go.” I smiled.

Three Weeks Later...

Your POV

For the past three weeks, I’ve been having fun with Jongin. I slept with him for the third time. I began to come out my shell way more. I’ve been more social with his friends and other people. I started to wear skirts and shorts more. I even wore a tank top when I went out on a date with Jongin.

Classes also started a week ago. So I made my way to my locker. I began to unpack things from my bag to put them in my locker because it lunch and I felt someone standing beside me. I turned to see that it was Jamie. I smiled. “Hey Jamie!” I said. He smiled back. “Hi Y/N.” He said. I smiled. “Wow..you’re glowing..” He said. “Yeah..” I mumbled. He smirked. “Oohh someone has a boyfriend!!” He teased poking me. I laughed. “No!! Well..Maybe..” I mumbled shyly.

“Who is it?!” He asked. “Jongin..” I said. His smile dropped. “Jongin?!” He asked disgusted. “What’s wrong with Jongin?!” I asked looking at him now. “Yeah, what’s wrong with me?” I heard Jongin said as he came behind me and wrapped his hand around my waist. “I told you he’s bad news and yet you didn’t listen!” He exclaimed. “Jongin is not that bad.” I breathed. “He is! Look at him!” He exclaimed. Jongin rolled his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and slammed my locker.

“Listen you little asshole, Jongin is perfectly fine. You know nothing of him and yet you’re judging him. You know what?! Stay away from me! You make me sick.” I snapped. Jamie looked at me in astonishment. “Y/N-“ “I SAID GO DUMBASS!” I yelled. He looked at me and then at Jongin with angry eyes. “You did this to her..” He growled. “Come on baby..we don’t need to talk to him..” Jongin said while giving Jamie a death glare and kissing my cheek.

He pulled me away from Jamie and led me to his car. “He makes me sick..” I mumbled crossing my arms as I sat back. Jongin hummed. “Are you hungry?” He asked. “Yeah..” I said putting on my seatbelt and huffing out. Gosh why do people have to me in my business? “Baby.” He called. I turned to him. “Give me a kiss.” He said. I smiled and did so. It’s like he knows that I need this. He always know what I need.

It was later on in the night and I was finishing up homework. After I did so, I went to my closet and smirked. I pulled out his hoodie he gave me and took all of my clothes off. I put on the hoodie so that was the only thing I had on. We both have been busy because we’re starting school so we didn’t have time to have sex. I walked out of my room and went to his. I knocked on the door and waited for him. He and another came to the door.

I gasped and looked in between them. “You can go.” He said to the girl. She nodded and walked out of the door. After she was gone a turned to him. “What was that for?” I asked hurt. “You disrespected me.” He said. “What?! I defended you!!” I exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow. “So you mean that you talking to him and laughing with him is defending me and also respectful?” He asked. Oh my god.. I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT!! “I told you baby..I’m not the one to be played with.” He said.

He turned around to walk away but I stopped him with one word. “Daddy.” I said. He turned around to look at me. “I’m sorry, please don’t punish me this way!” I cried. “Show me that you’re sorry.” He said. I got on my knees and crawled to him. “Please..” I whispered. He smirked. “Follow me my baby..” He said motioning me. I followed after him into his room and he shut the door.

He helped me up on my feet. “You know what to do. Face down and ass up. You made me upset.” He said. I nodded eagerly and did so. The hoodie rode up my butt, revealing my wet heat. He approached behind me and rubbed his hand over my butt. “Already so wet huh?” He asked. I nodded and pushed my butt back into his hand. He spanked me making me moan. “Be patient, Daddy doesn’t like impatient girls. Especially when he’s mad..” He whispered in my ear. I bit my lip. “Sorry Daddy..” I mumbled. He smirked and let out a dark chuckle. “Good girl..” He mumbled.

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| YOU TORE ME APARTTTT

Summary: this is only like a real quick because I had writers block

Warnings! Language, kids, and shit like that

A/n: them Medea movies used to smack

You stood in your shared kitchen, dancing while you stirred the gumbo you made for your family, the one and only Mary j Blige playing, your favorite song ‘My Life’ playing as the kids were silent watching you as your little princess tried to dance like you.

“Look mommy I’m doing it!” “No you aren’t” Wesley said, mugging his sister Oliver. “Don’t be like that Wes, you keep practicing Oliver, you’re doing great” you smile looking back at her, Wesley still watching her as he felt second hand embarrassment “how about...you come and taste this” you grab the ladle and grab a small thing of the food and bring it to him, “blow it” you say, holding your hand under the ladle, he blowed it off and took it, “mmmm!” He smiled at you, Oliver still trying to practice the moves. “Mommy is the best cooker” Wesley said and Oliver agreed, “of course she is! Better then daddy at least” you let out a “pfft” and started laughing “you a lil bully oli” “he doesn’t know how to cook!” “He knows how to cook, he just doesn’t know his seasons yet honey”

“You should teach him!” “Teach him what Wes?” Tom said, coming in the house and eyeing his son as he shut the door. “How to cook!” “Ouch who said I don’t know how to cook?” He asked, Oliver and Wesley looked at each other before pointing at you “mommy!” Tom fake gasped as he walked into the kitchen “mommy did it?” They both aggressively nodded their head. “No I didn’t!” You giggled turning around and added just a little bit spice, he came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Smells good” “it tastes good” he chuckled and pursed his lips to give you a kiss on the cheek, then you turned your head to give him a lip one.

“Yay!” “ew” Wesley stuck out his tongue as Oliver clapped. “Mommy and daddy are in loveee” she became googly eyed. “That’s naty” he shook his head in disgust. You and Tom laughed and pressed each other’s lips together again. He danced and pressed himself up against you “ya know, it could be mommy and daddy time�� he whispered. “It’s Christmas, it’s actually children time” you both looked back at Oliver and Wesley who sat there playing Rock Paper Scissors. “How about we watch a movie” Tom said to the kids. “Yeah! And no Medea mom” Oliver said making you laugh. “Medea is a classic! I used to watch it all the time in the holidays, or anytime for that matter” you shrugged, “yes Medea!” Wes said.

“How about we like play the grinch or something” Tom asked, sneakily tickling you and you smacked your lips at him trying to get out of his grip. “How about you take a shower so we can have our matching pajamas” you suggested. “No! Medea Medea Medea it is!” Oliver said, hoping out of her seat and jumping on the couch and Wes did a ‘Ching Ching’ and went to the couch and plopped down. “Your stinky Oliver!” You shouted over the music. “No!” She shouted back, she’s actually scared of the water, absolutely terrified. Tom kissed your neck and you smiled “go play the movie Tom, I’m gonna take a shower” “without me?” “Thomas” you sighed, “whatttttt, I just wanna see my wife’s body, is that bad?” He whispered. “No it’s not, just go play that movie and I’ll get us situated”

You and Wes matched in the dark green pajamas while Tom and Oliver wore the red, all watching the grinch as you were leaning on Tom half asleep, Oliver and Wes to invested in the movie while Tom was watching you slowly fall asleep.

The doorbell startled you as you jumped making Tom laugh and stand up, “I got it” he kissed your forehead and put the thick weighted blanket ontop of you, “thank you” you stuck your lips up for a lazy kiss which he took happily. Tom walked over to the door, opening it revealing “mum?” He said more of a question then a statement. “You thought it was gonna be Christmas without us?” “Or us?” In the back ground stood your mom and dad, your older brother and other siblings.

“So much for mommy and daddy time” he muttered. “Y/ns asleep” “that’s a surprise” your older brother said (let’s call him jamie). Harry and Sam held the bags of presents and Tom helped jamie. “She cooked gumbo?” Your mom (let’s call her...Angela) whispered, putting the macoroni in the oven.

Jamie plopped down next to you as you were knocked out, he smiled and joked to himself and he clamped his fingers over your nose, making your eyes go wide as you slapped whosever hand away. “Prick” you muttered as he laughed again, you sighed “why are you in my house” “that’s so inviting y/n” “shut up James” “not my name” “similar”

Sam and jamie set up the presents and the kids were gonna be really happy this year, you and your mom chatted as you had to continuesly look at your dad socializing with Tom. “Baby would you stop! He has nothing against him” Angela muttered. “I know but dad can be mean sometimes” “well he has nothing to be mad for” her lips in a tight manner as she glared at you, you sighed and playfully rolled your eyes which she smiled at. “He misses you” she adds. “I don’t believe it” “yeah because you’ve both havent talked to each other for years” “that’s not true” “well it seems like it! He loves you girl” niki made her way into the kitchen “alright grown folks bisnuess ” “mom I’m litterally 22” “and just 5 years ago you were a minor” you groaned and threw a fit, draping your feet as you left the kitchen and into the livingroom, Sam and Harry playing with the kids as you placed the weighted blanket back on yourself.

By time it was dinner, you and Tom thanked each other mentally for the buying the large table. You and your family sat mixed, Tom and your mom of course sitting next to you. Wine glasses and glasses of juice being clanked together, laughing at childhood stories that you dad told, Tom giving you kisses on the forehead and holding your hand.

After the kids opened up the presents you all collected each other’s presents, you got body mists and some clothes and a bracelet, you made everyone a large gift bag, niki and your mom with purses, dresses and gift cards, you bought your dad a Rolex and keys for a new car, you just went all out this time.

“Mommy daddy time?” Tom asked, watching as you were in the desk, wearing lingerie. You turned your body towards him and took off your glasses. “Yes, mommy daddy time” you stood up and walked over to the bed, and then just stopped infront of it. Tom raised his eyebrows at you before you started dramatically dancing. “Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock” you sung, doing body rolls as he cringed. You turned to the side and popped your back out, placing your hands on your knees. “Stop” he genuinely asked. “No you wanted mommy and daddy time right? What bright time it’s the right to rock the night away” you hit the whip and did the nae nae, “y/n stop” “that’s the jingle bell rock!” You climbed on the bed and sat on his lap, pressing yourself on him as you continued to sing, he gripped your ass “that’s the jingle bell rockkkkkkk!” You shook him and he scrunched his face trying to stay stiff.

“Pleaseeee be serious!” He glared at you. “LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEARTTT THE VERY NEXT DAY-“ he cut you off by putting his lips on yours while flipping you over, laughing as he went down to kiss your neck “THIS YEARR TO SAVE ME FROM TEARS-“ “y/n shut up!” He laughed and you smiled, “fine, get to work Santa” “don’t even” “ho ho ho” “your a ho ho ho” “get off me Thomas” “wait-“

Let’s say bells weren’t the only thing that jingled 🤭😳

[wndrcarol]

mine | villanelle

request: Hey!!! Ma'am plsss I loveee your account, thank you for your service 😭🥺I was wondering if you could write another piece of possessive jealous villanelle in which she beats the shit out of a guy who is flirting with you, and then proceeds to fuck you in the nearest room, fists covered in blood and sweaty. Omg I think she would love bdsm and fucking you roughly, image when she gets angry 🥴🥵 Daddy kink, straps, bondage, spanking, she speaking in Russian when she is furious. Thank you! 🙏🏼

a/n: this..wow. holy fuck- all I have to say. This was def a whirlwind to write bc I love this request so fuckin’ much. This defenitly has smut so please only 18+! I hope you guys enjoy + requests are open!! <3

pairings: Villanelle (Oksana Astankova) x F!Reader

warnings: Fingering, strap-on, daddy kink, spanking, edging, degradation, slight talk of blood/bloody hands and pure filth

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All day, you had been in a teasing mood because Villanelle hadn’t been paying attention to you. You were also horny since it had been a while since you both had done anything with your schedules being so busy. She had been caught up in work all day and your tricks just weren’t cutting it. So when she said that you both should go to the club tonight, you agreed, knowing that doing something there would give you 100% of her attention then.

Walking into the club, you immediately gravitated to the dancefloor. The loud music pounded in your ears but you didn’t mind it as much. It helped you to let loose from everything that was going on all together. Villanelle suggested to grab you both drinks and you nodded, watching her push through the crowd to the bar. You felt a pair of hands grab onto your hips from behind which startled you at first since it was a random guy but you smirked at the ‘bright’ idea you got.

You began to dance with the guy, who was getting a little handsy that you kept moving his hands back up to your waist every time they went to grip your ass. Sure, you wanted to get a reaction from Villanelle but you still wanted to have some sort of control.

Villanele walked over to the bar, ordering you both drinks, turning quickly to make sure she still had an eye on you before she got lost trying to find you again. Doing a double take, she saw a random guy come up to you, a part of her wanted you to push him off but another part of her watched to see how you would react. She had taken in every attempt and hint you dropped to her all day but she didn’t want to react and give in. Her own personal teasing, you could call it.

When she saw you grind into a guy and his hands move their way to your hips, gripping onto you, that was when she lost it. She stormed over to the both of you, tapping him on the shoulder. The guy turned around before knocking over onto the ground as Villanelle had punched him right in the jaw.

You stood up, eyes wide at her reaction to seeing you both dancing as you watched her straddle the guy, punching him over and over before pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Hands off my girl” she said, punching once more on his nose which caused him to bleed. Her hands were slightly covered in his blood mixed with blood from her knuckles from how hard she had punched. You rushed over, pulling her off of the guy and onto her feet.

“Stop. You’re going to kill him if you keep going” you said as she looked over at you. Her eyes were dark from a mix of adrenaline and wanting. A wanting to teach you and tell you how you were hers and only hers.

Villanelle grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly towards the bathroom as you felt a pit in your stomach from both excitement but also from nervousness. You both had been in this predicament before, going to the nearest room to have a quickie but it never has happened after Villanelle beating up a guy, nearly killing him.

Closing the door behind you both, she tugged you to the nearest stall, eagerly pushing you in and shutting the door. Being in a tight space together, you could feel Villanelle’s breath fan onto your face as your breath hitched a bit when she grabbed your hips, pulling you close into her.

“You see what you make me do? Hmm? Almost making me kill someone just because they had their hands all over you, caressing you the way only I should be doing” she said, looking from your eyes to your lips as you let out a small whimper feeling her hands grip your hips tighter.

Swiftly, she spun you around so your face and chest were against the the stall wall as she hiked up your dress above your ass as she inhaled a sharp breath seeing you were wearing her favorite black lace set.

“Were you wearing this for him to see, Printsessa? For him to rip off of you before he fucked you?” she said into your ear, leaning into you before smacking your ass hard pulling a yelp from you.

She chuckled, pulling back and caressing your ass before smacking again. “Uh uh, baby. You want to act like a whore all night so this is your punishment” she said, smacking once more, harder making you jolt slightly forward.

Villanelle turned you back around to face her, smirking at you before she crashed her lips against yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around her hips, steadying you on your other foot. You moved your hands to lay on her shoulders until she pulled back abruptly. You looked at her, confused as she took her belt off and looked at you.

“No touching me, baby. Another part of the punishment since you were so touchy tonight, alright?” she said, looking at you as you nodded.

“Yes” you spoke as you raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes what?” she smirked, waiting for you to answer as you moaned slightly.

“Yes, daddy” you said as she slowly rubbed her thumb against you cheek.

“That’s my girl” she said, placing your leg back down before taking both of your hands softly and tightening the belt around them, moving them above your head for you to grab a hold of the top of the stall which, thankfully, you could reach with your heels.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re true plans were for tonight, angel” She said, standing back up, moving her hand down to your panties, slowly rubbing you above the fabric, smirking at how soaked they are already.

“So wet. I bet your boy toy wouldn’t appreciate this as much, don’t you think?” she said, pushing aside the fabric and slightly pressing against your clit before beginning to rub quickly making your breath hitch.

“Tell what your plans were baby” she said, continuing to rub at a quick pace as you tried to catch your breath, letting out a loud moan, gripping tightly onto the stall. You felt her other hand pick up your leg again, giving her better access to keep rubbing.

“I just-” you breathed in as she slowed her pace a bit “I wanted to piss you off, show you that maybe someone else can pleasure me” you smirked, wanting to get a reaction out of her. She stopped rubbing your clit which made you whimper at the loss of the feeling.

Giving you a sharp look, she inserted two fingers quickly, beginning to pump in and out at a slow pace, you moved your hands down from the stall to move her hand quicker but she quickly moved them back up to hold onto the stall.

“Is that so? You really think someone can fuck you just as good as me? Get you to scream so loud just like I get you to?” she said, pulling her fingers out, looking at them covered in your slick wetness before moving them to your face, motioning for you to suck on her fingers.

Opening your mouth, she moved her fingers in as you began to suck. She let out a moan, slowly unbuckling her pants and pulling out the strap that she had put on before leaving the house that night. Taking her hand from your mouth, she used it to help align herself before slamming into you quickly, pulling you close by the back of the neck.

You moaned loudly, thanking the music from the club for being so loud that no one could hear you as your eyes rolled back, feeling Villanelle pull back out slowly before slamming in again fast.

“I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t think of anyone else” She said, picking up the pace as you leaned your head back against the stall, your moans beginning to get louder and louder. You lifted your hips a bit, feeling a new sense of pleasure from the new angle, your eyes rolled back.

“That’s it, Kiska. Moan as loud as you want, let them hear you” She said, sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead as she began grunting, moving her hand to rub your clit while continuing to thurst at a fast pace.

“I’m gonna-” you started but was cut off by letting out a short scream, gripping tightly onto the stall as you started to feel your orgasm being brought to it’s peak.

“Fuck.” Villanelle moaned out. Watching you in this state was almost euphroic to her. She knew how to pleasure you and it gave her pleasure watching you unravel underneath her, being able to share an intimate connection.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Let me see you” she said, moving your head to look at her as you inhaled a long sharp breath, feeling yourself release, letting out a long moan. Villanelle moaned along, thrusting slowly, letting your ride out your orgasm before your body went slightly limp. Villanelle pulled out, putting the strap back into ther pants as you looked at her confused.

“You don’t want me to help clean you up?” You asked as she smirked and shook her head. 

“We can do that at home. This is just round one” She winked, placing your leg back down, helping you with your panties and dress to make sure you were presentable even after getting fucked in a restroom. Villanelle took the belt from your wrists, placing it back onto her pants as she looked at you before placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you” she said, looking at you as you smiled, taking her hands into yours and giving her a small kiss on the lips.

“And I love you. Don’t worry, no one can fuck as good as you” you winked back as she let out a laugh.

“Damn right” she said, smacking your ass lightly, making you jump as you both exited the stall, preparing yourself for what is going to happen at home.

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feedback is appreciated!

lorDt- please someone, pass the holy water

[anotherbeingsworld]

Homecoming (Bryce’s POV) - Part 2

Read Keiki’s POV

Summary: Imagines on meeting Keiki for the first time, but from Bryce’s perspective.

Characters: Bryce Lahela and Keiki Lahela.

Warnings: None, language-ish. Nothing more than that.

A/N: This is the second part for this series-ish? The first part was Keiki’s POV and I am very glad that all of you enjoyed it! This is entirely Bryce’s POV which is the scene before MC meets Keiki, and Bryce bringing home the groceries. Its like an imagine of what it would be like? If it’s not accurate or anything, I apologize. This is my take and, I hope it goes well. I deeply apologize if my grammar is wrong since english was definitely not my first language. Enjoy! (I have doubts sghsjskskss, but...enjoy...) // Thank you @fantasyoverreality98 for assuring me about the whole part, I am grateful! Much loveee <3

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The music is blaring, as he inspects the selfie that they took at the music festival. The others were dancing including Casey herself, as she looks like she is in her element. Bryce smiles at the sight remembering their small moment earlier, it certainly makes up for all the lost time they had.

His phone vibrated suddenly, as the familiar name appears on the screen. Keiki.

He felt a pang of worry , as she never calls even after his departure. He knew it was important. Bryce called out for Casey, as his eyebrows furrowed in worried which was sensed by Casey herself. She pulled Bryce out of the crowd, as they stopped at a vendor, where she looks worried at his sudden change of behavior.

'I need to go.' Bryce stated as he walks away answering the call before Casey could call back for him.

The conversation went by quickly, as he took the train back to his apartment. It took him by surprise, after their conversation. Bryce never thought about seeing her again, but… the thought never left his mind. Despite what his parents did, Keiki is still his sister above all. He felt a pang of guilt as he remembers the voicemail that he left during her birthday 6 months ago, as she was living her life luxuriously in Hawaii, or that’s what he thought.

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Bryce was seated on one of the train seats, as it started to move. His mind was anxious, as he was trying to figure out the reason for Keiki's sudden arrival. He has a hunch that there were problems happening at home, but he shook the thought away since Keiki Lahela was known as his parent's very own princess that they would spoil rotten including a unicorn for her 5th birthday.

The walk to the apartment seems to slow down, as memories from his past (the good ones) are playing in his mind. Despite being years apart, Bryce and Keiki are each other’s best friends in the household. A memory during his senior year has floated in his mind as he is making his way back to the apartment. The memory was during a birthday celebration of his friend once upon a time, where the Lahela name was hated by the whole population of Maui.

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Bryce was out with his ‘friends’ as they were celebrating the beginning of the senior year. They decided to hit the bar, as most of them had reached 18 including Bryce. The first few hours were okay, as they were having fun. But, their fun was cut short; by a local who recognize him.

“You!” The stranger yelled at his face, earning a number of stares from the bar.

Bryce looks over to his friends, as he swallows a lump in his throat. He wasn’t drunk, as he realized what will happen. But, he didn’t flinch as the stranger continues.

'You are one of them right?!' He suddenly pushes him as his body falls onto the floor. The customers let out a gasp, as the majority of them were recording the scene.

'What are you talking about man?' Bryce replies as he wipes the sweat forming on his forehead before he stood up. The stranger was looking furious at him.

'You ruined my life! I trusted your family, and this is what I get?! All of you are a bunch of bastards, who came here just to ruin our lives.' He yells once more, as the customers all looked at Bryce with hatred in their eyes.

'It's a Lahela!' One of the voices shouted as they came forward yelling at him for everything his parents had done in the past.

‘We were supposed to have a baby, and now… we lost all of our money because of you!’ Another voice was heard.

'Liars!' The chorus of chanting was heard, as Bryce immediately leave the premise. He sighs as the fate of his life was always going be this way. His phone beeped, and he saw horror; he was removed from every friend group and, there were threats to his position in the basketball team.

‘Crap.’ He places his phone back into his pocket, as he made his way back ‘home’.

The house was dark as it was almost one in the morning. He made his way inside as he saw one of the house staff was waiting for his arrival.

'Hey, Jones.' He said before Jones lets out an expression he knew all too well; he was in trouble.

Bryce nods before making his way to the office, where his father would conduct his 'business'. He has a huge hatred towards the room as it brought so many good memories that were disguises for their business. He pushed the doors where his dad, is stood waiting for him with a stern look in his eyes.

'Do you know how late it is?' His voice was cold, but Bryce didn't give a damn.

'It's almost 1 a.m. So?' He crossed his arms feeling tired of this so-called conversation.

‘You should be back before curfew!’ He slammed his hands on the table making him startled.

'I'm 18, I can take care of myself.'

He shook his head,

'No, it's my house. My rules!'

Bryce's eyes were filled with hatred,

‘Fine, I will leave this hellhole as soon as I can!’ He yells back, as his father looks at him stunned.

‘You dare talk to me like that?’ He just rolled his eyes in response.

‘I give you this life Bryce, you should be thankful for it!’ His voice boomed through the room, as he notes that people will hear this conversation but, he didn’t care.

His eyebrows furrowed in anger,

‘What life? Tell me what is this life you keep on mentioning about ?’ He paused before continuing.

‘You stole from people, you lie to them. You stole their lives, they lose everything because of what you did! And, who gets the blame? Me!’ Bryce pointed to himself letting the anger rolled out.

‘You know nothing, boy!’

Bryce lets out a scoff,

'Yeah, right?! I am not stupid, this life you had been giving me, it was never a gift. It’s just a stop that I had to go through before I leave this place forever’

Both of them stopped as they heard the door creaked open, revealing Keiki who is rubbing her eyes.

‘Dad, Bryce?’ Her soft voice was heard through the doorway making both of them quiet.

‘Hi sweetie, what happened?’ His dad’s voice transformed, as Bryce makes his way to Keiki.

‘I heard screaming, and… are you fighting with Bryce?’ She asked as her eyes gaze into Bryce’s making him soft.

‘No…we were just talking…’ His father replied as an attempt to convince her but, Bryce knows that she wasn’t convinced.

Bryce walks up to Keiki and took her by the hand,

‘Let’s go Keiki, I’m going to take you to bed.’ His voice made Keiki smile as both of them walk away from the room.

The walk was short, as Bryce accompanies Keiki to her room. They walked inside as Bryce gaze onto the spacious room. The walls were pink, as there were toys every corner of the room including a huge play-house that his parents bought for Keiki. He just shook her head, as he felt a tug on his shirt.

He glances and saw Keiki already in the bed, as her eyes filled with worried. A kid supposed to have fun at her age, not worrying over the adults.

'You okay kiddo?' His voice is soft as he lays the question out.

‘I just…I hate it when you fight with dad.’

Bryce chuckles at the statement,

‘It’s just… hard you know. Dad is different and, we just… have different heads.’ Bryce gestures to his head making Keiki giggle as he ruffles his hair as an attempt to calm her down.

The smile on her face, making him happy. He wasn't very close to his parents, but.. with Keiki. It's different, somehow it felt like an escape from the real world when he was invited to one of her playtimes.

‘Will you and dad will ever be okay?’ Her eyes hopeful as Bryce went quiet, don’t know what to answer as he didn’t know the answer himself.

Bryce just nods, without any words coming out. He didn’t want to give her false hope, knowing one day he will not be here to watch her grow up.

'I love you, Bryce.' Keiki said as she pulls him into a small hug, as Bryce returns it happily,

‘I love you too kiddo.’ He replies as he ruffles her hair once more before he retired for the night.

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It was years ago, as it replays in his mind. It was one of the ‘good’ memories he had whilst being at home. After he left for college, he never looked back. He didn’t regret it, but…somehow he wished that his life was happier not for the sake of himself, but for Keiki.

His apartment was in view, as he quickens his steps up the stairs instead of the elevator. It was a short commute, but he felt himself feeling nervous by the sudden rush. He hasn’t seen Keiki in years, and… he didn’t know what to expect. He wished her a happy birthday 6 months ago. But, there were no replies.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure leaning against the door. Bryce quickly makes his way, his steps quicken as Keiki's head perked up at the sound. A small smile appeared on his face, as he did a quick look at her. She has grown up, and there no signs of hurt anywhere. He sighs in relief, and he stops at the door. He was about to say something, but… he shook his head before unlocking the door.

A new future that has been presented to him, and he will try his very best to be there for her. Honestly, Bryce didn't know how to feel but…somehow fate knows better than him. The fact that he had missed seeing her and this felt like a sign for him. He silently hopes that maybe they can be close once more like before. Hopefully.

THE END.

A/N: I hope all of you liked it! I am very nervous to post this, but... I tried my best! Thank you for reading! 🧡🧡

[cncofantasias]

This Isn’t Beyoncé We Aren’t All Flawless- Imagine

Imagine: You’re scared of your cooking skills and although you and Richard have been together for more than a year you never cooked for him until one day when he comes home early and you’re making yourself dinner. So all of your fears and anxieties about him trying your food pop up.

Author’s Note: I just wanna say I loveee hot cheeto Richard he looks soo fine 😍😍😍

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Since you and Richard had been together you’d always avoided cooking for him because although you felt you cooked okay. Your cooking skills were good enough to feed yourself because you didn’t complain about the way you cooked. Although Richard would never purposely make you feel bad about your cooking you were scared that he wouldn’t like what you cooked and think less of you.

But today for some reason you’d really wanted a chicken parmesan and since Richard was out of town you decided to go to the grocery store and pick up everything you needed. You and Richard at this point, had been together for at least a year and sometimes he would casually joke about when you’d cook a dinner for him.

“Mamita we’ve been together for a year at this point, estás esperando para algo especial so you can finally cook me dinner?”

“Solo estoy esperando que te mueras de hambre and then I’ll consider cooking you a dinner.”

He loudly laughed realizing that was the reason he loved you. You weren’t afraid to say the unpredictable.

“In that case I guess I’ll just be having to cook for the both of us.”

“That would be correct sir, pero por favor cook faster. Unas veces pienso que estás atrás matando la vaca,” teasingly you smiled at him and in response he laughed so hard his stomach hurt. With you two it’d always been light teasing and jokes, but never anything to seriously hurt the others feelings.

You cooked him breakfast and sometimes a light lunch meanwhile Richard would constantly cook a romantic full course meal.

He’d say, “Solo porque te amo tanto. I want to show you my love in the little ways I can amor.”

It made you feel special, loved but in the back of your mind; you felt guilty for the negative thoughts you had associated with cooking and food in terms of him. When he cooked for you, you knew it was with genuine love but at the same time you doubted how he would feel for you if he knew that you weren’t some fire Latina chief like every other Latina that supported him.

You pushed all of those thoughts to the back of your mind as you placed the chicken in the pan hearing the sizzling oil pop up. You’d already gotten a side salad ready for when the pasta was ready and the ziti was ready, but you’d just began frying the chicken. As you concentrated on the sizzling chicken in front of you, the front door opened. It wasn’t until you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.

You jumped slightly ready to hit the person behind you with your thongs.

“Mami cálmate it’s just me; tu alma, tu rey, tu príncipe,” Richard said kissing your neck.

“Ay Richard you scared me I though I was gonna be to throw this pan in your face,” your heart was still beating against your chest as you turned in his arms.

“We would’ve spent our first night since I’ve been away in the ER,” you both chuckled knowing that full well that’s what would’ve happened if he hadn’t said anything.

“Que haces aquí? I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow night.”

“I finished everything early and I really wanted to see you. Good thing I decided to come early it looks like you’re cooking para tu rey verdad.”

Suddenly you grew nervous realizing that you’d have to serve him the food you cooked. You couldn’t deny to feed him right?

“Umm yeah something like that..”

He looked at you with a weird look, he sensed something was off and for a second the thought crossed in his mind that you’d been cooking for some else but just as quickly as it came, it went. He knew what you two had was real and that either of would betray the other like that.

“Siéntate and I’ll serve you a plate,” you practically whispered to him and if you two hadn’t been so close he almost would’ve missed what you said.

For another 10 minutes you finished cooking all the chicken and once you’d finished preparing the plates for both you, you walked everything to the table.

“Do you want something to drink my love?”

Eager to escape his face when he first tried your cooking. Eager to get him something to drink in case he choked from the dryness of the chicken or the saltiness.

“It’s okay baby, sit down I’ll grab it.”

As soon as he walked away you quickly cut off a piece of chicken and scoffed it down. You were anxious to make sure that you hadn’t overcooked it or undercooked it or somehow over seasoned or for some other reason had messed up the whole dish.

As Richard came back to the table with the drinks ready, your mouth filled with saliva in a way that you could feel yourself want to start crying. He wouldn’t like it, it wasn’t good enough. When you tried it you didn’t think it was bad, but he wouldn’t like it and now he knew that you weren’t some gourmet Latina chief like all the other girls that chased after him. He’d surely leave you because what why would he want a girl that couldn’t keep up with his needs? Right?

You felt ashamed at the same time, ashamed on so many different levels because you didn’t want to feel this way. You wanted to be secure in yourself but also secure in your relationship and at this moment you weren’t secure in either.

As he began cutting into your dish all the anxieties filled you and before you could stop yourself—

“No no, don’t eat it! No te va gustar. You weren’t supposed to come home early and I don’t want you to eat this ya se que no va gustar,” you’d practically snatched the fork from his mouth and the plate in front of him. He sat there shocked trying to understand what had just happened as you walked away into the kitchen with your cheeks filled with tears.

“Mamita what’s wrong? Que paso?”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes so you just sat in front of the sink with both your dishes thrown in and your eyes welling with more tears. You just shook your head unable to come up with the right words to explain your grief.

As you and Richard’s relationship progressed, it was safe to say that he had seen all the parts of you that you didn’t want anyone to know. You’d always held this persona of confidence, but as you had gotten to know him he shredded all those walls you built up to protect anyone from knowing about your fears, your anxieties. Essentially your story. You as well had seen farther into Richard’s person and his fears as well but it was hard on both your parts to naturally open up about those things because: 1) you both didn’t know how to and 2) you didn’t want to be perceived as weak.

Little did you both know that no matter what the other said, there was nothing that you’d be able to say that could change the amount of love and admiration you held for each other.

“Mamita I’m sorry, did I do something?”

You shook your head before finally speaking up in a small voice, “I just, I’ve never cooked for you for a reason.”

He furrowed his eyebrows confused that he had somehow done something wrong to stop you from opening up that part of yourself with him.

“I don’t understand bebe. Is it me?”

“No it’s me and my stupid insecurity.” You finally turned to him and with the tears still in your eyes you explained it all to him. All your fears and the insecurity that haunted you of not being enough.

As soon as you were done he embraced you tightly and as you both pulled away he gently wiped your tears.

“There nothing you could that would make me think less of you, in my eyes you’re perfect princesa. I don’t love you because I want you to be the woman who cooks for me or constantly cleans after me. I see you as my equal mamita.”

A small smile spread across your face and your heart lifted as if there’d been a weight holding it down.

“Ahora, let me try your food, me estoy muriendo para tratar lo delicioso que es.”

You slowly nodded and with a knife you cut a small piece of chicken. You stabbed it with a fork and fed it to him still a little nervous.

His eyes lit up and he tasted it, “mamita that’s soo good, me encanta tanto.”

You sighed in relief and he pulled you in to another hug kissing your forehead. You both sat at the table one more time scarfing down your food and for the rest of the night you guys stayed up declaring your love for the other. Both with words and actions.

[breakablebarnes]

Breakfast (Peter Quill x Reader)

Warnings: fluffy fluffy fluffy. Mentions of sex. Paring: Peter Quill x Reader You woke up in your bed to find that Peter wasn't there. This wasn't a shock to you. Honestly, it was more of a shock he spent the night in your room than anything else. You two had this thing. You were friends, you were partners.. you were the freaking Guardians of the Galaxy. But there was this thing. This unspoken thing. One night on the ship, you both were stressed. So much was going on, and you both started drinking. The next thing you know, you were kissing. Then, the next thing you know, you were in Peter's bed. Afterwards, you immediately freaked out thinking it would be so awkward and weird between you two now. But it wasn't. It was literally like nothing had happened. And you were so thankful. You thought that would be it. But then, it happened again. And again. And again... Now it was just this thing that happened that you didn't talk about. And you tried your best not to think about. But most of the time, you did. Last night was a little different. Peter was being very generous to you in many ways. He had been nicer to you lately. He was never mean, but you felt he was complimenting you more. You noticed that night when he came to your room, he wasn't focused on his needs. He made it clear he wanted you to feel good. You laid down afterwards and you were so tired. You just shut your eyes, ready for sleep. But you never heard Peter get up. Instead, he moved closer to you which made you open your eyes. He was staring right at you. "Can I..." he said, trailing off. You looked at him, urging him to go on. "Can I stay tonight?" You nodded, closing your eyes again. "It's fine, Peter. I don't care if you stay." You say nonchalantly. You assumed he was just comfortable and that he didn't want to leave. Plus, it wasn't that late, so maybe he was worried one of the team would see him leaving your room. But he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. Is Peter Quill cuddling right now? You have to be dreaming. You just sat there with your eyes open and you knew your heart must be racing. You eventually fell asleep, very confused. But you decided to just go with it. But now, here you are, in your bed alone and still bare from the night before. You get up and find Peter's shirt from the night before on the floor. You stare at it a moment before deciding to throw it on. You grab some panties and head out in search of breakfast. You stop by and press play on Peter's awesome mix as you head to the kitchen. The all so familiar beat sounded through the speaker, making you smile. This one was your favorite. You nodded along and kind of danced your way to the kitchen. The beginning was slow, but the beat had picked up now. "Hell.. hell.." you sang, smiling. "What's the matter with your mind and your sign and a ohhh.." You began making some bacon and the song went on finally coming to your favorite part. "Cause you're fine and you're mine and you look so divine... come and get your love... come and get your loveee..." You were really just enjoying this song and really jamming out. You go to check on your bacon, then someone slips their arms around your waist from behind your back, making you instinctively push them off and slam them into the fridge putting your spatula up to their neck. Your eyes soften as you realize who it is. "Peter?" You ask. He just starts laughing at you. You shove him and got back to your bacon. He's still laughing. "What?!" You finally yell. "What? Nothing," he says, throwing his hands up in defense. "I was just wondering how you kill someone with a spatula. You gonna flip me with that thing?" You roll your eyes, but then you realize something. You slam the spatula down and look over to him. "How long were you standing there watching me?" He smirked. "Long enough. You're a great dancer." You blush and get your bacon out of the skillet, putting it on a plate. You try to focus on the food in front of you instead of looking at Peter. He comes over behind you and wraps his arms around your waist like before. He sways with you to the music. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "is that my shirt?" You blush again, knowing he must think that you're obsessed with him. Or crazy. He's never going to want to... Your thoughts were cut off by him turning you the face him. He tips your chin up to make you look at him. "You look beautiful." He says, barely above a whisper. "Much better in it than I do." The song changed. It was now Strange Magic. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you away from the counter. You put one hand on his shoulder and grabbed his other hand. The two of you danced around and he just looked into your eyes. He pulled your hand up and spun you around and pulled you back into him. You literally felt like the breath was kicked out of you as you looked at him. "And you say you're not a dancer." He whispered. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you, Quill." He smirked down at you. "With your spatula?" He said. You pushed him, making him laugh more. You rolled your eyes and pulled out of his arms entirely. You go over and grab your plate of food and go sit at the table. You grab some orange juice and start eating. Peter comes over and sits down next to you. He's looking on his tablet at the news you assumed. You finished your breakfast and leaned back in your chair, looking over at Peter. You wondered where he went that morning. You wanted to ask, but you didn't want to pry. You didn't want to come off as "that girl". You know... the clingy ones. The two of you weren't even a couple. You were just friends... that danced in the kitchen while you have no pants on... that admire each other.. that have sex... "Where did you run off to this morning?" You blurt out suddenly, surprising yourself and Peter. He looked a little dumbfounded. Like he wasn't expecting you to ask. "I just had some things to do around the ship. I got up when I usually do." He said, simply. You knew that was true. He was always busy at work. "So, when are we going to talk about the fact that we're more than friends?" You ask, wondering to yourself where this is coming from. You never reached out on such a limb before. He literally spit out his coffee and dropped his tablet on the table, looking over at you. "Are we doing this? Talking about this?" "Yep." "Okay... here we go," he says. "The night that I kissed you... we both were so stressed out because of the whole Ego situation. It just kind of happened and it was a blur." You nod to him, urging him to continue. "I just wasn't expecting it to be anything more than two friends who got a little drunk and made a mistake. I wasn't expecting it to happen again... and again... and ag-" You reach over and punch his arm. He smirked at you. "You just kept begging for more." You said. "Oh, me? I was begging? What about you?" He says. "Oh, Peter! Please, I need you inside of me!" He continued in a high pitch moany voice. You deadpanned him. "The night in the cockpit." You said, simply. He stopped smiling, and just looked over at you. "That's cold." He said. "Y/N, I need you. I need to not think for a few minutes. All I want to think about is us for a few minutes." You say in a deep voice. He just looked down and you wondered if you said something that offended him. "I used you." He said. "What?" You say, furrowing your eyebrows. "I was selfish and used you not to think about my problems." "I used you too." You said. He looked up at you. "I didn't want to think about my issues either. I loved how I could just lose myself in you." You each just stare at each other for a moment. Peter finally gets up and pulls you out of your chair. He looks down at you in an adoring way. You tried to keep your breathing steady. He began to lean in and your heart set on fire. You had kissed plenty of times. But suddenly it felt so different. His lips brushed against yours and you almost let out a gasp. You reached up and destroyed the small gap between your lips. The kiss was soft, and slow. It wasn't sexual at all. It was sweet. He pulled away and let his head rest on your forehead. "This is more than friendship." He said. "Yes." You said. "This is also... more than just sex." He said. This was not something you had imagined hearing. You smiled up at him. "Yes... it is."