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spikedhe4rt · 2 months

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Need more sub Dallas smut 🤭👀 possibly him getting hard at a bad time when you kissed him

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Dallas never really showed his submissive side infront of others. Only me. His reputation was important to him, what would others think if they knew he gets on his knees and begs just for the chance to fuck me. Im his girlfriend, the girl that makes everyone jealous because "shes getting fucked by Dally". Its boosts his ego so I let it happen.

Dallas, after tons of convincing got me to go out for night with him. I never been a huge fan of parties. Dally on the other hand was a party animal, dragging along two-bit for his shenanigans constantly. Two had better things to do, surprisingly, so he looped me in.

"Dally, I thought Two bailing on you would inspire you to take a break" I told him as I looked at myself in a full body mirror.

"Nah. The party animal in me never stops, doll" He says in response, I roll my eyes at his comment.

I hear his footsteps creak against the floorboards as he comes up behind me. His arms wrapped my waist, warm hands coming to touch my stomach. I reached my hand up to touch his hair as i leaned into him. "I can count on you behaving tonight-" I tugged his hair to bring him closer to my level "-hm?"

A quick flash of desperation came over his face before that signature smirk. "Yes ma'am" I flipped myself around so our chests were touching, "Good boy. You ready?" I asked with a toothy smile. He nodded, grabbing my hand to lead me to the door.

We decided to walk to the party because Tim's wasn't that far. After we got there, I picked a corner for us to stay in. I know its a party but sometimes you just need a moment. Dallas decides to venture off and catch up with his pals. I take a sip of my beer as I sit with my legs crossed, scanning the room.

I decide to find Dally in boredom, I spot him with Tim and some other guy. I walk over and tap him, he opens his arms to invite me to sit on his lap. "Hi, Dal." I say in a sultry tone.

He says nothing, pulling me closer to him and continuing to talk. At some point, Tim and whoever the hell he was left, leaving me and Dally alone.

After a little bit of talking, I go to the bathroom, needing to pee. As I washed my hands, I heard the laughter of people outside. One particular laugh stuck out to me, some girl sounding like a damn bird. I laughed to myself and walked out.

My face quickly changed when I saw the scene in front of me. The cackle came from a girl talking to Dallas. " Oh my god. Dallas, you're so funny" she exclaimed. His face read confusion "All I said was my name-"

I smiled to myself before walking up to Dally and kissing him feverishly. I got up on his lap as we continued. I heard heels click as I ran my hand down his chest. I smirked as I felt his cock get harder against me. At a party? I pulled away to look at him with a cocky expression. "All it takes is a kiss and a hand down your chest for you to get hard like desperate slut, huh?" I whispered in shell of his ear.

His body leaned into mine, before he whispered back "Please- Can we go to the bathroom" I beamed. "Im glad y'know who you belong to," I told him before jumping off his lap and leading him to the bathroom. I made sure to lock it behind us.

His lips captured mine as soon as I turned around. Dallas's tongue quickly slipped into my mouth. The kiss was hot and passionate, feeling like he never needed anything more in this moment. Fuck. The feeling of wetness flooding my underwear as I started to grind against him.

"I need you so bad..."

"Baby please"

"You're so beautiful, fuck"

Praises and pleas spilled from his lips. My lips curled into a smile and Dally's hands came down to my ass. I started to kiss his neck, my lips lightly pressed into the supple skin. "You're such a good boy for not entertaining her. You deserve a reward." My hand came to rub his hard-on over his jeans. "You want my mouth on your cock, hm?"

He nods.

"Use your words like you want it" I rebutted.

"Yes- Shit right there" he interrupted himself as my hand slipped into underwear past his denim.

I brushed hand along his cock, sending goosebumps against his skin. My knees touched the floor as I pulled down on his jeans and briefs.

I placed kisses down his hard cock, making him let out a deep breath. "You're such a slut for my touch, aren't you?" I asked looking up at him. "Yes, ma'am" he breathed. Thats new.

I take the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. I smile as I him almost fully in my mouth. My other hand came to message his balls, rolling through skin in my fingers. Another moan spilled from Dallas's lips "Please. Can I guide you?" he asked in a low voice. "Mhm" I hummed with him still in my mouth.

Dally's hand rested on my head before he started to slowly move it up and down. His tip hit the back of my throat lightly as he whimpered. Dallas's hips bucked in my mouth harshly, making me gag a little. He continued to lightly fuck my mouth as I rubbed my hand on his meaty thigh.

I pulled off him, looking up "You're such a good boy baby, You wanna cum for me?" His lip was caught between his teeth as he nodded. I gave him a knowing look, "Yes yes. Let me cum. Please" he said, vocalizing what he wants.

Mouth came back down to his tip, swirling my tongue on the tip once again. Both my hands came to stroke his cock. Dally choked on a moan. "Fuck, please don't stop. G-gonna cum" He was loud but we didn't care at the moment.

I felt the taste of his cum a minute later as his body lightly shook. "You did so good for me" I praised his as I lifted myself off the ground. I immediately captured his lips, the taste of his own cum flooding his mouth. "You think you can handle another, hm? Ill let you fuck me for your behavior." He nodded, still drunk from his orgasm.

I jumped up on the counter, the cold material resting against my thighs. Dally pulled my pants and underwear down in a swift movement. I brought my hand down to my pussy, collecting my arousal. My fingers came up to his mouth, he accepted them quickly and bobbing his head. Dallas desperately aligned his cock with my hole, bottom out inside

Dally let out a whine, "Oh...I love so much" I smiled at his words "Mhm...You love me and pussy so much, don't you? Say it, you can do it." His thrusts started off slow as I lightly clenched down on him. "I love you and your pussy so much. Shit" His hands came around my hips and head fell into my neck.

Dallas's thrust became faster and more aggressive as he groaned into my neck. He soon started placing open mouth kisses on my neck, increasing the euphoria I was feeling. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust. "Mm. You're making me feel so good" I told as I moaned.

My walls flutter around his cock as I feel my orgasm getting closer. Dally's pants get louder, his hair getting light moist with sweat. "You're so handsome like this. Keep fucking me, just like that" I take my hand from Dally's shoulder to rub my clit, increasing my pleasure.

I topple over the edge with a loud moan, my orgasm making legs shake. Dallas's thrust stay at the current pace, with him chasing his own peak. "Baby can I cum please" he says with a groan. His face stayed in my neck as he moaned. "Look at my when you cum, sweetheart. you can do it, hmm?" I coo.

He looks up at me with low eyes.

"Good job, go ahead." I say with a smirk.

Dallas's eyes roll back in his head as he cums inside me. I kiss him as he rides his high. Good behavior deserves good rewards.

#the outsiders #dallas winston #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #dally imagine

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ch3rryc4ndy · 1 year

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Ride Or Die

Relationship - bff hyuck X Fem reader

Genre - Smut

Summary - After hearing about mark wanting to ask you out, haechan makes it his mission to make it known that you belong to him

Warnings - choking, breath play, language, jealous hyuck, unprotected sex, degrading

I hear a few of the members bickering as I walk into the living room “fuck you she’s my best friend” I hear haechan hiss from the couch “exactly my point. Best friend, not your girlfriend” Johnny shrugs. I freeze as I stop and listen “if mark wants to ask her out then that’s none of our business. Unless you like her and tell her that then it’s not your business hyuck” doyoung adds with his arms crossed.

Mark wants to ask me out? That’s…something. I don’t want things to change between me if he does… I’ve always kept it to myself and hid it deep in my mind. That being feelings for haechan. I’d never actually admit it knowing it would boost that inflated ego of his. Maybe I should say yes to mark? All haechan does is piss me off and flirt but that’s just what you sign up for being his best friend.

I shake off the tense feeling and walk in “so I brought drinks” I yell causing the room to go silent “why’s everyone so awkward” I chuckle trying to act as if I wasn’t listening. The 3 of them watch me intently as jungwoo and taeil going into their own conversations.

“I brought mark some new watermelon ice creams” I say, trying to hide my smirk as Johnny coughs. I do love pissing off that agitating best friend of mine so why not poke at him some more “MARKK” I yell making haechan get up from the couch “anything for me?” He pouts onto my shoulder “you didn’t ask me for anything” I shrug.

“Mark didn’t ask for anything either” he scoffs “he told me to surprise him” I side-eye him as mark happily walks into the kitchen “I got you these” I wink as I hand him the ice creams “thanks” he smiles awkwardly as I see Johnny now leaning on the counter and watching us like animals.

“Is this like a zoo or something” I chuckle as I look at Johnny “Nah this is just very fun to watch” he chuckles “that’s what people say about animals at a zoo” I roll my eyes as I put away the food I bought.

“Y/n can I talk to y-“ I hear mark ask from behind me but getting cut off mid-sentence by haechan “remember that time I was over at your place and I he-“ he tries to coyly chuckle but I smack him “HYUCK” I hiss “you guys fucked or something?” Johnny asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No we didn’t” I roll my eyes “we didn’t but she was mo-“ the annoying brown-haired boy tried to coo before I smack his shoulder again “OWWW this is like domestic abuse right now” he whines as he rubs his arm “well shut the hell up” I hiss “yes ma’am” he nods with a smirk.

“You piss me off a lot you know that” I whisper to hyuck as he leans back onto the counter and looks at Johnny with a smile “mark what were you saying?” I ask moving past haechan “o- oh I was going to ask you if I could talk to y-“ mark tries to mutter but yet again being cut off by haechan “I need to talk to you” he smiles as he yanks me by the hand and up the stairs “what the fuck I’m talking to mark” I semi yell.

“I don’t give a shit” he scoffs as he pushes me into his room “what the fuck is your problem haechan” I hiss “finally you aren’t mad” he smiles mockingly “I am mad” I yell, “I told you never to tell anyone about that ONE time. You rub it in my face every chance you get” I yell “it isn’t my fault you were fucking yourself to the thought of me” he shrugs with a cocky smile as he sits on his bed “fuck you” I scoff.

“Stop with the fucken attitude y/n god, do you want to fuck mark that bad or something?” He rolls his eyes “I don’t want to fuck him hyuck for fuck sake” I whine as he stands up “then who?” He smiles “my best fucking friend” I whisper as I reach for the door “mmh?” He smiles as he pulls me onto his chest, pushing me onto the door “say it again” he purrs “nothing” I scoff as his hand snakes onto my mouth.

“I swear you said something” he groans. I try and hide my moan from him as his hand wraps around my shoulders keeping him pinned behind me. “what’s that?” He chuckles as I moan onto his hand. “Mark was going to ask you out, do you want him to?” Haechan purrs as he lets go of my mouth “maybe” I coo with a smile.

“Really?” He chuckles “why is it any of your business anyways” I scoff, leaning back onto his shoulder to look up at him “I think I deserve to know who my best friend wants to fuck” he hisses “fuck? I already told you I don’t want to fuck mark” I roll my eyes.

“Then who?” he pouts. He wants me to say it. “I want you to fuck me” I smile as I rub my ass onto his pants teasingly. He mewls at the feeling, pulling me with him as he pushes me onto his bed “you want me to fuck you? Your best friend?” he coos. We hear a door close from the room beside us, marks room. “Looks like marks in his room. Should I fuck some moans out of you? Let him hear how good I fuck my favorite girl?” haechan whispers into my ear.

My back arches at the feeling of his body pinning me onto his bed, his hands trailing up my legs as he sloppily kisses my neck “yes” I pant out as I rub my ass onto him, his words coming through one ear and out the other as I get lost in the feeling of his leg kicking my legs open.

“You sure? Do you want everyone to hear me fucking you? They’ll think you're a slut sweetheart. But you’ll enjoy that won’t you?” He purrs “please” I whine as he pins my hands behind my back, kissing my shoulders and neck “begging already?” He chuckles as he gets off me, smacking my ass as he sits up next to me.

I fix my dress as I sit up, my cheeks red from the overwhelming heat my body was radiating from his kisses and hands roaming my body “you look pathetic” he chuckles as his eyes stay on me “I won't continue unless you tell me how you feel about me” he pouts as he leans back onto his bed with his arms crossed.

“I already said I wanted to fuck you” I roll my eyes “that’s not what I'm asking sweetheart you know that” he purrs as he tilts his head “I don’t know actually” I smile as I move up the bed and straddle him “yes you do doll, I know you like me” he coos as his hands rub up my thighs “of course I like you, you're my best friend” I wink.

“Ok then” he sighs as he pulls me into a hug “then well just stay like this” he purrs as he squirms under me, pressing himself onto my cunt “hyuck” I pant onto his chest as his arms stay wrapped around my waist “just say the worlds darling” he coos.

Cocky asshole. He wants to hear me say I like him, it's obvious I do but admitting it will make him 10x more annoying. I hold my moans in as his fingers trail up my dress, playing with the hem of my panties. I softly moan onto his chest as he pulls the fabric from my cunt, letting the air hit my wet cunt as his finger trails up my puffy folds.

“Fuck” he hisses as he dips his finger into my cunt, scissoring my folds, “say it doll” he whispers as I cling onto his shirt “I like you hyuck” I pant out as he kisses my forehead “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it” he chuckles as he shoves 2 fingers into me, rocking me slowly onto his chest as one of his arms is wrapped around my waist, holding me down onto him as the other fucks me.

“Hyuck” I whine as he pulls his fingers out, lifting my head to watch him lick them clean “are you going to let me fuck my cum into you doll? Are you going to let me fuck you while mark listens?” He purrs as he flips me over “yes yes hyuck please” I whine as he nuzzles into my neck “god your so fucken desperate” he chuckles as he pulls my panties off slowly.

“Your burning doll, you’ve wanted this as much as I do huh?” He purrs as he wraps my legs around his shoulders “so pretty” he hums as he buries himself into my cunt. My back arches as hyuck eats me out like he's been starved for days “o- oh my” I pant out as he pins my hips down.

Muffled moans vibrate onto my cunt as he laps at my cunt “h- hyuck” I cry out as his grip on my hips get tighter “i- im gonna cu-“ I squeal as my thoughts go blank, a bolt of pleasure hitting me as I ride out my orgasm “fuckk” I cry out in ecstasy.

“That's it “ he muffles as I feel a smile growing on his face. My fingers tangled in his hair as he pulls back, his chin and lips coated in my wetness “you taste so good doll” he purrs as he gets up and kisses me softly “do you think he’s listening? You sound so pretty I know I’d be listening if I was him” he moans onto my cheek as he kicks jeans off, throwing his boxers onto the ground as I pull my dress over my head.

“Shirt off” I whine as I tug at his shirt “whatever you want doll” he smiles as he pulls it over his head. My hands trail down his chest as he wraps my legs around his waist, my lips scattering kisses on his cheeks and neck as he lifts me slowly, unclipping my bra and throwing it onto the pile of clothes.

“God your perfect y/n” he whimpers as he buries himself into my boobs, kissing, and biting as his hands roam down my body “please” I whine as he rubs between my folds, coating his tip with my wetness as his eyebrows furrow from pleasure.

My body jerks at the feeling of his cock filling me up, his arms flexing as he holds me down, pounding into me roughly as I scratch down his arms “HYUCKK” I cry out as he lifts my leg onto his chest, fucking me onto the bed with his eyes rolled back.

My mouth hangs open as his hands grips my neck “let mark hear you doll, let it out” he hisses as the pressure on my neck starts to make me dizzy, a smile growing on his face as I grip his wrists. He lets go, heavy pants and breaths leaving me as I catch my breath.

“Yes, ye- yes” I hum as I feel him hitting the perfect spot “i- i- cum” I mutter out as he thrust harder, his nails digging into my thighs. “Go on baby, let it out, let him hear you” he coos as he holds my face to his “let it out” he whispers onto my cheek “h- hyuckkk” I cry out loudly as he rocks into me harder.

The bed hitting the wall and squeaking loudly as he fucks me harder, my eyes rolled back and body shaking as I scratch at his chest. “You feel so fucking good” he hisses as his head falls back, a muffled growl escaping his lips as he fills me with his cum.

His thrust slowing but continuing to fuck his cum into me “your mine” he hisses as he drops onto my chest. We lay there for a few minutes as he whispers praises into my ear “this is all I could ask for” he coos as he flips me over and lays me onto his chest “now everyone knows your mine”

#haechan #haechan fanfic #haechan smut #kpop smut #nct dream #nct smut #nctzen #hyuck x reader #hyuck #hyuck smut #haechan x reader #kpop fanfic

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alittlebitofeverythingtbh · 2 years

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Through the Window

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, consensual non-con elements, knife play, breaking and entering, Corey being a sap but also evil, etc

Authors Note: I use canon elements but also throw them out at will. Don’t ask my timeline for these fics LMFAO but this is part two to my previous Corey smut fic :) Happy Halloween!

Your mind often went back to what Corey said just the other night while you were watching horror movies with him. The way you remembered his hand and mouth on you sent chills down your spine. It hadn’t gone any further than that, as Corey went back to the film after he was done. Leaving you wanting more.

And he knew it, too. Saw you were worked up from what he had done to you. That dark look he had that night didn’t disappear, but sometimes wasn’t very noticeable. Something had changed in your loving boyfriend, you could see it. It scared you at times. At others, it left you craving him.

You found yourself yet again side by side with him on the couch, half expecting him to touch you again. But he didn’t, his eyes never leaving the screen. Maybe he didn’t want to finger you to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? You couldn’t help but press your thighs together at times, trying not to think of how good his lips felt against you.

Corey noticed this, noticed how squirmy you were. And he hadn’t even done anything to you. If that wasn’t a massive ego boost, he didn’t know what was. While it appeared he was watching the movie, he was instead plotting a way to get you underneath him. To get you to scream and beg for him, finally giving you all that he promised you.

Eventually the movie ended, and the popcorn you had warmed up was pretty much gone. You watched as Corey went to get up, “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.” You nodded as you got up to put the movie back in its plastic holder. You began to clean up the popcorn bowl and the separate bowls you had both eaten from. Usually Corey helped, but you didn’t mind. Were you really gonna blame him for having to go to the bathroom after such a long movie?

A few minutes later and he came downstairs, a mischievous look in his eyes that you noticed immediately. “Alright Corey, what did you break?” you joked. He laughed, “nah, I didn’t break anything. I swear.” You shrugged as you went back to cleaning up, him joining to help you. You wanted to know why he had such a look on his face, but didn’t question it. Knowing him, he probably dropped something and you would find it broken later that night.

Corey was already grabbing his coat off the rack and moving towards the door, “I had a lot of fun tonight. I really am glad someone appreciates horror movies as much as me.” You grinned as you joined him at the door, “me too.” He pushed away some hair that had fallen into your eyes as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. Corey’s kisses were always so sweet and gentle. A voice in the back of your mind wondered what a rough kiss from him would feel like. Would he bite down on your lip? Moan into your mouth?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he asked, pulling away a bit. You nodded, “more movie time?” He chuckled, “yeah maybe. I’ll start bringing mine over and we can combine the piles. More options.” “I like that idea,” you said. He kissed you again gently before giving your nose a kiss as well, earning a giggle from you. Corey grinned as he left your house.

You watched him go before shutting the door. Looking at your phone you realized just how late it was, letting out a groan. “Jesus, it’s almost one?” You locked the door and went to your room for clothes before making your way to the bathroom. A shower sounded so nice right now.

In your desperation to get some good sleep, you failed to see that your bedroom window was slightly opened.

Now wearing some comfy pajama shorts and one of the shirts you stole from Corey last month, you were ready for bed. You set a glass of water on your bedside table and plugged your phone in. You soon settled into bed, pulling your top blanket against your chin. Exhausted from how late it was, you drifted off a lot faster than you expected.

You awoke, however, soon after to the sound of something in your room moving. Cursing yourself for being a light sleeper, you blinked away sleep as much as you could, looking for the cause of the noise. Your eyes soon locked onto the now open window, a chill going down your spin. You don’t remember ever opening it as you found it quite stubborn to mess with. You shakily got out of bed, searching in the dark for a weapon. You felt someone move behind you, a hand grabbing your arm. You let out a scream as the hand darted to your mouth, stifling the sound. You felt the cold metal of a knife against your throat as you whimpered in fear against the hand. “Shhhhh,” the man whispered, “keep still.” Due to your fear, you failed to realize who it was.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he continued, “so don’t scream, even if you sound so cute doing so.” You felt tears prick your eyes as you slowly nodded, wondering what the fuck was happening. The man let go of you before moving in front of you, pinning you to the bed. You looked up your intruder, only to see a scarecrow Halloween mask peer down at you. You let out a sob in fear, turning away. The man quickly realized you weren’t playing along with the scene, and were actually scared. The mask came up briefly as he moved it, and in the dark you could see a familiar pair of brown eyes staring down at you. “Corey?” you whimpered out, everything dawning on you in a matter of seconds. His hand came to your cheek gently, “sorry baby. I didn’t think it would scare you that bad. I’m so sorry,” and he genuinely did sound sorry. “Next time, Core, maybe tell me before you break into my house?” you suggested with a small laugh. Now knowing who was behind it all, that desire you had pushed down was starting to come back.

Corey nodded, “yeah that’s fair. I’m sorry…” “Corey, it’s fine. Are you gonna finish what you started?” you asked with a small smile. His eyes darkened again, pulling the mask back down his face. He grabbed the knife where he had set it down on your bedside table, bringing it back up against your throat. “You really shouldn’t be keeping your window open,” he growled, “someone could just come in and use a pretty little thing like you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” His fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, the one you had stolen from him during one of your various visits to his house. He practically tore it open, a hand immediately going to one of your breasts and squeezing it. You let out a light moan as he did, causing him to chuckle.

“Look at you, already moaning and I’ve barely touched you. Pathetic,” he growled. His hand reached for your shorts, pulling them down. He noticed the little wet spot on your underwear, chuckling. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re wet? Wonder what your boyfriend would think, knowing his pretty little girl is getting turned on by an intruder,” he said mockingly. You squirmed, starting to put up a small fight, “please no. Please don’t.” “You gonna fight back, baby? Try to push me off? Do it,” he said into your ear. You went to shove him off of you, and you actually succeeded in pushing him to the other side of the bed and onto the floor. You heard the knife clatter to the hardwood floor in your room, and the man cursed. “Oh you little bitch,” he growled. You missed his lunge as you tumbled to the floor, crawling to your feet and running out of the room.

Of course, you didn’t want to actually run away. But you bet that if you did, he’d fuck you the way he promised he would. So you ran across the house, hearing him finally get off of the floor behind you. You could barely see in the dark, and you took advantage of it. You hid underneath the coffee table in your living room, hearing his boots nearing you.

“Hiding are we?” his voice rang out, “poor little thing. Nowhere to go. Don’t worry.” You could hear him walk around the room, searching for you. “When I find you,” he taunted, “I’m gonna break you. Gonna fuck you and claim you.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat. Your hand darted your to your mouth but it was already too late. He was grabbing your keg and dragging you out from the table with insane strength. You kicked your leg, trying to fight back, but his grip was far too strong now. You realized he was going easy on you earlier.

“Poor little slut just couldn’t keep her mouth shut,” he growled as he climbed on top of you, pinning both of your wrists to the living room carpet. You squirmed under his touch before stilling as you felt the knife back against your throat. “Good pet,” he chuckled darkly, “so obedient for me.” You whimpered out, feeling both the adrenaline of fear and arousal. “Don’t worry,” he grinned under the mask, “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You felt the knife leave you as he lowered it towards your hips, cutting your underwear apart and moving it away. He could see your slick glisten against you in the moonlight, making him harden even more.

“Look at you,” he said, “all ready for me.” He set down the knife and began to rub circles around your wet clit, growling as you moaned. “God, look at you. You’re lucky I’m being gentle,” he groaned, “otherwise you’d be split open on my cock right now.” He thrust a finger in, smirking as you clenched around it with a cry. He slowly thrusted it in and out of you, working you up a bit before he pushed in another one. Your head pressed into the carpet as you bucked your hips against his hand, urging him to go faster.

He obliged, “been waiting all night for this. Waiting for that boyfriend of yours to leave so I could finally have you all to myself. Does he get you this worked up? I bet he doesn’t.” You didn’t know where the hell he learned to dirty talk like this, but it got you soaked around his fingers as you felt yourself get closer and closer. He knew it, too. “I knew it. Poor little thing needed this so bad huh?” he taunted. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you whined out. “Yeah? You gonna cum for an intruder?” he hissed, “fucking do it. Cum on them like the little slut you are.” His fingers sped up even faster, his thumb circling the top of your clit harshly. It wasn’t long after that you came with a cry of his name.

He slowly overstimulated you as you came down from your high before lifting his fingers up to his mask, moving it aside to have a taste of you. He let out a light moan as he sucked his own fingers before tearing the mask off. Even in the dark, you could see his dark brown eyes staring down at you as if you were prey and he was the hunter. You finally got a good look at his outfit, which was his mechanic suit he wore to work. Why he changed his outfit, you had no idea. He began to zip them down with one hand while the other grasped at his knife again, holding it back up to your throat.

“Such a naughty little thing. You do this for every guy that breaks in?” he asked with a wild grin, “are you that desperate to be fucked?” You couldn’t form any words, so you instead whimpered. That just drove him crazy as he slowly moved back over you, his cock hard against your thighs. “I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, “gonna split you open on my cock. You deserve it for being so good.” And with that, he pushed into you. You moaned loudly, squirming underneath him. You had thought about what he would feel like so many times throughout your relationship, often ending up fucking your own hand and stifling your cries with your other. But nothing compared to how he felt right now.

Corey, on the other hand, was trying so hard to not just pound you into the floor. Or cum immediately. He wanted to take his time with you. He slowly pulled out before sliding back in, relishing at your tightness and slick. “Fuck baby, fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so tight for me. Such a tight, pretty little thing.” The knife was once again forgotten as he decided to instead wrap his hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip tight enough to leave a bruise. He set a moderate pace, taking his time with you. He didn’t want to break you….yet.

You let out high pitched whimpers and whines while he groaned into your neck. Both of you were going crazy at how the other felt. He began to bite into your neck, leaving his mark on you as he fucked into you. “Harder,” you whined. The hand went back around your throat, his mouth leaving you. “You-you want me to fuck you harder, baby?” he asked, “want me to break you, huh? Fucking slut…so needy.” He began to pound into you, relishing the cries you let out. “That’s it,” he said, “that’s it, cry out for me. Scream for me. Let the whole neighborhood hear what a slut you are. Letting a man break into your- fuck- your home, and using you.” His hand moved from your hip and went back to circling the top of your clit, desperate to get you to cum soon.

It was working, as you could already feel your climax coming. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” you whimpered. “Yeah?” he asked,” you gonna cum for me? Fuck baby…that’s it. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. Be a good girl.” With him whispering into your ear, and his cock hitting that perfect spot in you, you came hard. Your hips bucked against his wildly, pushing him as deep as he could go. The tightening around him made him growl, once again latching onto your throat and leaving more marks against it. He moved up and panted into your ear as he chased his own orgasm, “gonna cum inside you. Make you all mine. Claim you. You’re mine, you hear? No one else’s. I don’t want any guys to even look at you. If they do…I’ll fucking kill them.” And with that, he let out a whimper as he came inside you. You moaned a bit at the feeling, pushing your hips up to meet his again. He whimpered again, hips stilling. He panted against you, absolutely worn out. He slowly slid out of you as he looked at your red face, grinning a bit.

“You did so good for me,” he praised, “so fucking good for me.” You smiled, “thank you Corey. Next time though…” “Heads up about the window. I’m so sorry-“ You silenced him with a gentle kiss, “it’s okay Core. You made up for it, that’s for sure.” He blushed and chuckled, “I tried my best.” The two of you slumped to the floor together as you cuddled, with you falling asleep pretty quickly. Corey, however, was planning already.

But this time, he’d give you a heads up.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends

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toomuchracket · 9 months

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omg d word matty coming back from like an event to urs (maybe a bit after the angst/age gap sitch) and he’s a bit drunk tbh and he’s just mumbling about how he’s so scared of fucking it up with u. like he’s still lowkey worried he’s messed it up completely after pulling the whole ghosting u thing and ur just there reassuring him for the millionth time n running ur hands thru his hair whilst he sits between ur legs like a sad lil puppy lols (I’m a sucker for post angst comfort frrrr)

ok, you're actually dating at this point - not quite at the l word stage, but you've done weekends away together and you have drawers and wardrobe space for your clothes/a set of toiletries and skincare and a toothbrush in each other's houses... basically, it's getting serious. and, crucially, you're both really fucking happy! anyway, matty gets an invite for a london fashion week event one friday night, him and george going to some dinner then menswear collection show and drinks reception thing afterward, and he's popped into the office on his way just to say hi to you before you go home for the night (and to get an ego boost from you telling him how hot he looks lol). you fix his tie for him, and matty's a bit mopey like "wish you were coming with me, babe. far less fun without you"; you kiss him softly like "nahhhh, go out and have some fun, it'll be good. and if you wanna pop round to mine after it, feel free - i'm in the whole night, so just show up whenever you're done, and you can tell me all about it". he smiles, agrees, then kisses you goodbye and dashes off because he's running late lol. and like, fair enough, the dinner is nice and the show is good and it's lovely to spend time with george and catch up with some people he hasn't seen in ages, but the whole time matty keeps thinking about how he's out on a friday night while you're at home, which makes him think about the angsty moment/almost breakup he instigated a few months ago, and all of a sudden he's wracked with guilt over how he treated you that weekend and starting to panic about the fact he's out and you're not and going into a little spiral about potentially being a hypocrite and fucking up your relationship again (which is the last thing he wants to do). he stays at the afterparty for an hour before the need to see you becomes unbearable, but drinks as if he was there for double that time - when you open your door, wet-haired and wearing his grey santa cruz hoodie and smiling when you see him, matty's tipsy and a little bit melancholy. you usher him in and give him a hug, which he reciprocates with a "missed you, sweetheart. how's your evening been?", and you're like "it's been nice, actually. had a bit of a pamper, opened some wine, watched the west wing. nowhere near as fun as your night, i'm sure lol. was it good?"; matty smiles and says "was ok. clothes were good. food was nice. but your night sounds better. you cool if i crash it, baby?", and you're like "mhmm. go get changed and i'll get us some wine", and matty obliges. when he heads back into your living room, you open your arms and he slots between them on the couch, and the two of you watch josh and donna banter for a bit before matty speaks - he's like "baby, we're ok, right?", looking up at you, and you're like "i think so. why? am i doing something wrong?", a little bit nervy. matty kisses your hand like "no, no, darling, i just...", and he pauses before quietly continuing "i'm just worried that i am, s'all. fucked up big-time when i ghosted you and tried to end it a few months back, and i'm just scared, i guess, that i'll fuck it again somehow. wanna be good for you, be enough. nah, actually, not enough - wanna be right for you, the best i can be, and i'm scared i'm not". you wrap your arms around matty and kiss the top of his head like "oh, baby, please don't worry like that. we're good, we really are. that was just a little blip", and matty's like "really?" - you softly card your fingers through his hair, which makes him hum contentedly and close his eyes, as you say "really. we're good. great, even. you're the best i could ever want, all i could ever need. and if you messed up, you'd hear about it from me immediately lol". matty giggles at that like "oh, i know i would. s'one of the things i like most about you, sweetheart. your hugging ability is also up there, tbh", and you smile like "speaking of... wanna watch the rest of this episode doing some of that in my bed instead of down here?", and matty's like "absolutely". yeah, it's very sweet <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

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chelseachilly · 1 year

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king of my heart - pt 3

sometimes i wonder when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me? sometimes when i look into your eyes i pretend you’re mine, all the damn time

pairings: reader x ben chilwell chapter summary: things between you and ben begin to escalate, especially when he invites you to a match for the first time warnings: implied smut but mostly fluff in this one :) word count: 3k

a/n: and i’m back! i really like this chapter and hope you do too :) i’ve also opened my asks and am taking requests for ben and mason if anyone has any!

see my masterlist for previous chapters

The next six weeks are pretty incredible. You spend every free night you have at Ben’s, having dinner and making out on the couch, which inevitably leads to more.

One day, when you’re particularly stressed from work, you jump him the moment he opens the door, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him firmly. He gets the hint and carries you upstairs to his bedroom, your dinner long forgotten.

In some ways, it feels like a real relationship. You spend a ton of time together, basically all the time your busy schedules will permit. You spend nights at his place. You text constantly throughout the day.

However, there are some unspoken rules you’ve put in place.

For one thing, you always leave before breakfast in the morning, as that feels a bit too coupley of an activity. You never go on dates outside his house, not wanting to get photographed together.

And, most importantly, you try very hard not to get too attached to him. You know that the sex is good and that you enjoy each other’s company, but you also know that he has his pick of women and this could end at any moment.

You’ll just have to enjoy it while it lasts.

While you’re busy working one Thursday afternoon, your phone lights up with a Snapchat from Ben, and you immediately grin as you go to open it.

You think about it for a moment. You definitely want to see him tonight, but the thought of going all the way to your flat to change and shower and then all the way back to his sounds exhausting at the moment.

Ben messages back immediately.

Ben No problem, sounds like a plan 😊 see ya soon!

Suddenly feeling a boost of energy at the thought of seeing him, you finish up your work for the day and head back to your flat to clean up a bit. You can’t bring yourself to put on more than joggers and a t-shirt, though at this point you know he really doesn’t care what you wear in front of him.

Ben shows up at seven, a bag of takeaway in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

“What are these for?” you ask as you let him in and he passes you the gorgeous tulips.

“Oh, you mentioned you had a long day, thought they might cheer you up,” he says nonchalantly.

“That’s so sweet,” you say, trying to calm your racing heart as you go to the kitchen to find a vase. “Thank you, Ben.”

“No big deal,” he says with a wave, walking further into your place. “Nice flat.”

You roll your eyes as you turn back to look at him.

“It’s like a closet compared to your place.”

“Nah, it’s great,” he says sincerely, walking over to the wall of photos you and Charlotte set up next to the couch. You can tell he’s looking at the one of you and your dad - your favourite photo of the two of you at Stamford Bridge when you were a kid. “That’s a really nice photo, Y/N.”

You walk over to where he’s standing and glance at the photo yourself, remembering the day it was taken with both fondness and sadness.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “that was a great match. Lampard scored the winning goal in the 92nd minute.”

Ben smiles and wraps his arm around your waist, providing you with comfort you didn’t even realize you were craving. You can’t help but lean into his warmth for a minute before you come to your senses.

“Let’s eat, yeah?”

Charlotte is out for the night at a work event, so you make the most of having the flat to yourselves for the evening.

By the end of the night, you’re both so tired from your days and several rounds of sex that you both pass out in your bed, curled tightly around each other. It’s crazy how quickly you’ve gotten used to sleeping in Ben’s arms, listening to the beating of his heart as you drift off.

When you wake in the morning to Ben kissing your neck softly, your day is already off to a good start.

However, one glance at your phone tells you that it’s nearly eight, which means you both have to be out the door to head to work within the next hour or so.

“You’re going to be late for training,” you mumble as Ben kisses your jaw and cheeks, making you smile. “It’ll take forever to get to yours and then to Cobham in the morning traffic.”

“I left everything I need for training in the car,” Ben explains. “I kinda figured I might end up staying here.”

“How presumptuous of you, Chilwell,” you tease as he continues to kiss down your stomach. “As much as I would love to continue this, I’m gonna be late if I’m not on the tube by quarter to nine.”

“I’ll drop you at the office,” Ben offers before placing his head between your legs, and you really can’t argue with that.

Some rules - in this case, your unspoken breakfast rule - are meant to be broken, after all.

After you’ve both showered (together) and gotten dressed for the day, you go out to the kitchen to make coffee. To your surprise, there is already a full pot.

Even more surprisingly, Mason Mount is sitting at your kitchen table in his underwear.

“Oh!” You exclaim. “Uh, hey there, Mason.”

Ben, right behind you, is equally shocked to see his teammate and best mate sitting here in your flat.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ben asks.

“I spent the night with Charlotte,” Mason shrugs.

As if on cue, Charlotte comes out of the bathroom brushing her hair and bursts out laughing when she sees the three of you standing there.

“Sorry, Y/N, I assumed you’d be at Ben’s,” she chuckles, glancing at Mason. “Mason, babe, you wanna put on some clothes?”

“We’re literally going to be in a changing room together in, like, an hour,” Mason points out, looking to Ben. “So, this is the mystery girl you won’t stop smiling about.”

Both you and Ben blush at this comment. Although it makes you feel giddy to think about him smiling at training because of you, it does sting slightly as you realize he hasn’t even told his best friend about you.

“I didn’t know anything was still going on with you guys,” you say quickly to Charlotte, changing the subject.

“It wasn’t til last night,” Charlotte giggles, sitting next to Mason at the table. “Guess we had a full house, then.”

You groan and go to pour yourself a coffee, and Ben follows. After you put a couple slices of bread in the toaster, you take a long sip of your coffee - you’re in desperate need of some caffeine.

“Sorry,” you say in a quiet voice so only he hears. “I’ve only told Charlotte what’s going on with us, but if you wanted to keep it a secret-“

“No, it’s not that,” Ben says softly, placing a hand on yours where it rests on the countertop. “Mase is one of my best mates, he’s not going to leak a story to the press or anything. I just didn’t tell anyone because I wasn’t sure you would be comfortable with it. That’s all.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling a bit relieved. “That’s considerate of you. Um, you can mention it to your friends if you want. Not that there’s anything to mention, really.”

“Right,” Ben agrees, and you try not read into the way his face seems to fall a bit for a moment.

“So, Y/N, are you coming to the match tomorrow?” Mason asks from the other room.

“Oh, um…” You trail off, staring at your coffee mug.

Neither you nor Ben have broached the topic of you going to one of his matches. He knows you have a complicated relationship with the club due to everything with your dad, and you still aren’t completely sure you’re ready to go back to Stamford Bridge without him.

“You should come,” Ben says softly, surprising you a bit. His eyes are wide and sincere. “It’s up to you, of course, but it would be nice to have you there.”

You’re not sure you could say no to that even if you wanted to - and all of a sudden, you don’t want to say no. You want to go watch them play for the first time since your dad passed. Moreover, you want to watch Ben play.

“Yeah, alright,” you say with a small smile. “I figure you can swing me a good seat?”

“I might know a guy,” Ben jokes, a twinkle in his eye.

You suddenly feel the urge to wrap your arms around him and kiss him - not to initiate sex, just to kiss him - and you’re grateful for Charlotte and Mason’s presence to deter you from that.

Kissing in the kitchen in the morning while eating breakfast is definitely not friends with benefits material.

After Mason leaves and Ben goes to your bedroom to gather his things, you and Charlotte are left sitting at the table.

“I know you said this wasn’t going anywhere,” she says, smugly eating her cereal, “but the way Ben looks at you says otherwise.”

“I don’t want a relationship,” you protest, though you can feel yourself losing conviction every time you say those words. “Besides, I doubt he actually sees me that way. We’re just having fun.”

“You’re going to a Chelsea match for him, Y/N,” Charlotte points out. “That’s a big deal, babe.”

Ben calls you that night to make arrangements for tomorrow’s match. You know he’ll be going to bed early tonight, as he always does the night before a match, and that you likely won’t see him before kick-off, but he makes you promise to meet him afterward.

You don’t have any of your old Chelsea shirts, as they’re tucked away in your closet at your mum’s, so you settle on a blue t-shirt and jeans with a light jacket.

Charlotte has to work, so you’re flying solo, the only real instruction you have from Ben to go to the VIP entrance and give your name.

A nice woman in a Chelsea jacket comes to escort you to your seat, which is in a very nice box where you’re offered snacks and drinks. You gratefully accept a pint to calm your nerves.

It’s strange being back here. You have so many childhood memories of driving into London to go to games and cheering in the stands with your father, him lifting you up and spinning you around with glee when they scored.

Now, for the first time, you’re here alone - an adult woman, here supporting not only your team but your…friend? Fuckbuddy? You’re not sure what to call Ben at this point.

You text him before the match, wishing him luck.

Y/N - 2:44 PM Good luck out there! You got this 😊

You know he likely won’t respond until afterward as he’s starting, but you kind of hope he sees it anyways.

As the match begins, you still feel a bit nervous and out of place, especially in this fancy box filled with likely very important people, but that all fades away quickly.

The moment you spot Ben on the pitch, deftly passing the ball to his teammates and defending his side, you feel sucked right back into the sport in a way you haven’t in years.

You get lost in the game, gasping and cheering along with the other fans as Chelsea dominates on possession. Right before half-time, Havertz scores, leaving them up 1-0 against Leeds.

The second half is a bit more stressful, with Leeds creating some chances. At one point, one of their midfielders has the ball and is moving quickly toward the goal. You’re on the edge of your seat, praying that Kepa manages to save it, when Ben miraculously catches up to his opponent and makes an impressive tackle.

You cheer loudly for him, along with the rest of the supporters, admiring the way his face lights up with joy as Chelsea once again regain possession.

It’s still 1-0 at full time, Chelsea winning the match, and you jump up in your seat to applaud.

As per Ben’s instructions, you wait in your seat for about ten minutes until he texts you.

Ben Chilwell - 5:01 PM Meet me in the tunnels? 😊

You figure the VIP badge the staff member gave you must grant you clearance, so you head down to the tunnels, following signs for the changing rooms. It’s surreal to be back here, especially right after a match. You pass several of the players and their girlfriends or families, your eyes scanning for Ben.

Eventually, you find him talking to Mason, both of them freshly showered and in their club joggers and zip-up hoodies.

The moment Ben sees you, his eyes light up and he jogs over to you. You can’t resist jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly, overcome by the excitement of the win. When you realize how many people might be watching, you attempt to pull away, but Ben only holds you tighter.

“How did you enjoy your first time back at the Bridge?” he mumbles in your hair, sending shivers down your spine.

“It was incredible,” you admit, pulling back just to look at his face. “You were incredible.”

“I think you might be my good luck charm,” Ben grins. “Gonna need you to come to every match now.”

You feel yourself blushing like crazy, but you try to play it cool nonetheless.

“Well, if it’s for the good of the club.”

Ben reaches to pull you into another hug, which you happily reciprocate, loving the joy radiating off him at the moment.

Then, over his shoulder, you see Frank Lampard coming out of the changing room. Ben must feel your body tense, because he quickly pulls back.

“You alright, love?”

You blush again when he calls you love, a nickname usually reserved for during and right after sex. Still, you can’t help but stare at your childhood hero just across the room.

“Yeah, just a bit starstruck by Lampard,” you admit.

It was one thing meeting Mason and Ben and everyone else at that party at Mason’s, but Frank is different. He was Chelsea’s main man from as far back as you can remember. You and your dad wore his kit to every game, even after he retired. Even more importantly, he was your dad’s favourite player of all time.

You’ve told Ben all of this during one of your many long chats, so he understands the significance of this for you.

“You want me to introduce you?” Ben offers softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “He’s actually a nice guy. He’d be happy to chat.”

“Are you sure?” you ask. “You don’t have to-“

Before you can insist that you don’t want to be a bother, Ben is calling his manager over, and before you know it, you’re face to face with Chelsea’s all-time top scorer.

“Coach, this is Y/N,” Ben says with a smile. “She’s a born and raised Chelsea fan.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Frank says, extending a hand for you to shake.

Holy shit, you’re shaking Frank Lampard’s hand. If you knowing Ben wouldn’t have blown your dad’s mind, this certainly would.

“I remember watching you score the winning goal against Bolton to win the title in ‘05, it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen,” you blurt out. “I was only six at the time, to be fair, but it was incredible.”

“Wow, Y/N, I don’t get to relive that one every day,” Frank laughs and claps Ben on the shoulder. “You’ve got a great girl here, Chilly. Don’t screw it up, yeah?”

As Lampard politely excuses himself to talk to one of the other players, you feel a slight awkwardness creep in between you and Ben. It’s fair enough that people would assume you’re his girlfriend, as the rest of the women down here seem to be with one of the players.

But you’re not. You can’t be.

Thankfully, Mason and Christian Pulisic walk up and begin chatting with you, dissolving any tension fairly quickly as Mason talks excitedly about the match. It’s nice seeing the genuine friendship between Ben and his teammates, bonds that clearly transcend the pitch or the game.

After a few minutes, Ben leans over and whispers to you.

“You feel like coming back to mine?”

You can’t help yourself from immediately nodding, and Ben quickly excuses you both and leads you by the hand toward the car park.

The moment you’re sitting in his obscenely expensive car, he pauses before turning on the engine and looks at you for a moment.

“What is it?” you ask, finding yourself getting lost in his eyes already as you hold the eye contact.

“It was just really nice having you here today,” he says quietly. “It hasn’t been the best season, but seeing your text before the match and knowing you were here, seeing how passionate you were talking to Frank - it just reminded me of why I love this game.”

You’re speechless, your heart swelling with affection. Ben leans in to kiss you, cupping your cheek in his hand, and it’s by far the softest kiss you’ve shared.

You sitting here in his car, kissing him after a win, feels so perfect and natural. It’s like you were meant to be here.

When he pulls back, a wide smile on his face and his beautiful eyes looking right into your soul, you know one thing for certain.

You are falling for him, and you’re falling hard.

thanks for reading!!

next chapter 💙

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell imagine #chelsea fc imagine #komh

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aita-blorbos · 10 months

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AITA for attacking my half brother?

I [24 M] grew up in a small, religious town with a distant father [45 M] who I never liked. I grew up having to watch my parents fight a lot and for that I hated my dad.

Whenever we’d go to church as a family, I’d always see these triplets around my age, and I found them very annoying. I was also envious of them though, as they and their parents looked like a happy family, which I lacked. I remember when I was 16, and my dad went on a hiking trip with that family. My dad would compliment them but not me! It wasn’t fair!

During the town’s annual festival, I would experience a traumatic moment in my life. One of the triplets, who we’ll call H [24 F] stole the microphone away from the mayor as he was about to speak, and went on a huge rant while having a mental breakdown. Apparently, her and her two brothers were adopted, and that their biological parents were a nun… and my dad…

I was absolutely furious, as was my mom. Apparently, before my parents got together, my dad ran away with a nun, but returned as they were alerted of a natural disaster happening in our town. Because of that, my dad only married my mom and took up religion to boost his reputation. He kept going on about how he never knew he had any children besides me, but my mom and I chewed him out.

Things had been harder after that. My parents got divorced, the whole town started whispering about me, I was done. I took up Satanism because of that.

One night, I broke into the church at night, and I saw my half brother [24 M], who we’ll call J, there along with a pregnant woman [25 F], who we’ll call P. Apparently, P went to speak to J (who is the reverend, and also blind) about her doubts, as P’s husband used to date her sister before her sister died. I approached the two of them, and confronted them. I hated J for ruining my life, and attacked both him, and P. J kept trying to go on about how his life was worse than mine, because apparently he didn’t know his biological parents and his sister H ran away and disappeared. I thought it was stupid, and kept attacking them until I seemed to be attacked by something invisible.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Protector/Protected

This was inevitable 1.3k words

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The door to the house opened. “Darlin’?” Sam called. “I saw your bike out front. I know you’re here!”

“I’m upstairs!” I shouted.

In an instant Sam was in front of where I’d been digging through a box of his old keepsakes he’d mentioned wanting to organize. “Vincent and his partner wanna do a double date tonight. Just at Vincent’s house. Watch a movie. Play a board game.”

“Ooh! Do I finally get to teach you guys Betrayal at House on the Hill?” I asked.

“Maybe?”

“Cool. I’ll bring it.” I pulled a fancy cowboy hat out of the box and put it on my head. It was too big and flopped down over my eyes. “How can you protest me calling you a cowboy when you own this in your sentimental box?”

He pulled it off my head. “It’s a show hat. It’s there for looks, not for practicality. And it was a gift.”

“From who?”

“This one was from my grandfather. The last actual cowboy in my family.” He dug another—much smaller—matching hat out of the box. “This was his wife’s. My grandmother’s. She was the rodeo queen seven years in a row.”

“Rodeo queen?”

“Town they grew up in had somethin’ of a beauty pageant to go along with the rodeo. Gran could barrel race with the best-a ‘em and win the beauty pageant the same day. That made her the rodeo queen. This was her show hat.”

“So how’d you end up with them?”

“Well. Gramps and Gran knew no one else in the family would take proper care-a them. So they were left to me. I was still human when they passed. My pa never asked for ‘em back when I was turned. Which... he probably woulda if any-a my family still spoke to me.”

“Sentimental to them too?”

“Nah—couldn’t care less. But I doubt my parents would want a...” He cleared his throat and snorted bitterly. “Well. They wouldn’t want a leech holdin’ onto such ‘family heirlooms’ for eternity rather than passin’ ‘em on.”

Sam had mentioned before that his family had very bigoted opinions toward vampires. The fact that they couldn’t see past what happened to him to look at the context of him getting turned against his will made my blood boil. If I thought I could get away with it, I’d march right on over to his childhood home and give them all a piece of my mind. But Sam would never let me. He wanted to leave the past behind him.

Apart from this box of keepsakes.

I put his grandmother’s hat on. It was too small and squeezed around my scalp. I made a face of discomfort while I pried it off my head. Sam started to laugh. Big and deep, throwing his head back.

“What?” I complained.

He looked back down. “That grumpy look is adorable.”

“I’m not adorable. I’m intimidating.”

“Not to me.” He leaned forward and kissed my temple. “C’mon. Let’s get goin’. We’ll stop by your place to get the game and then head on over to Vincent’s.”

Rolling my eyes, I got to my feet. “Fine. Your truck or my motorcycle?”

“I ain’t gettin’ on that bike without a helmet, darlin’. And I know you’ve only got the one on you. So my truck.”

“I’ll get you on my bike eventually,” I said as he led me down to his garage and opened the passenger door to his truck for me. I hopped up inside.

“Maybe.” He shut the door.

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Vincent’s partner laughed as they flopped onto the sofa. “That was a crazy game!” they exclaimed. “I mean, I played Betrayal with my high school friends but I don’t think the traitor ever won!”

I chuckled and boosted myself from the floor where we’d sprawled out the house room tiles up onto the loveseat. “I mean, it helped that I removed my figure from the board since I was invisible so no one knew where I was until I attacked.”

“True,” they agreed.

“Scoot over, darlin’,” Sam said, emerging from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.

I groaned. “But I’m already where I need to be so you can have your armrest!” I protested.

“That’s just at my house. At Vincent’s house, I like the other arm rest.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are such an old man,” I complained. “Why?”

“Vincent’s armrests are higher’n mine. I don’t mind havin’ my left arm that high but it irritates my right shoulder.”

“You are an old man,” I repeated, shoving myself to the other side of the loveseat with that world-weary sigh that always seemed to amuse Sam. “For being biologically frozen in your early thirties.”

Vincent started laughing as he appeared from the kitchen with his own popcorn bowl. “You mean you haven’t figured it out yet, Tank?”

“Figured what out?” I asked, whirling around to look Vincent in the eye.

“Watch your mouth, Solaire,” Sam threatened.

Vincent just smiled a toothy—fangy—grin. “I don’t know what you’re taking about, Collins,” he retorted.

“The hell you don’t.”

I shifted up onto my knees, peering over the back of the loveseat. “Tell me, Vincent! What haven’t I figured out?”

I tracked him as he circled the furniture to sit next to his partner, throwing one slender-but-toned arm around them. They snuggled against his side immediately. Vincent’s fangs slid back into his mouth, looking like normal—if abnormally sharp—canines.

“He has his spots that he likes because they put him between you and the most likely entry point of danger.”

I turned slowly to look at Sam. “Wait. Really?”

Sam didn’t meet my eyes, instead shooting a silver glare over my head toward Vincent before sitting down beside me.

“Sam,” I said softly as Vincent’s partner started talking to Vincent about grabbing the remote to find the movie we were planning on watching. “You know I can take care of myself...”

His gaze snapped down to mine. “That doesn’t mean you should have to, darlin’,” he replied. “You... You’ve given so much of yourself... I know you’re a protector by nature but... that doesn’t mean you can’t be protected, sometimes. And I’m sick ‘n’ tired of just patchin’ people up after they’ve been hurt. I just... I wanna keep you from gettin’ hurt in the first place. Because, dammit darlin’, you deserve to have someone protectin’ you. And it might as well be the person who loves you more’n he loves anyone else.”

Completely forgetting that Vincent and his partner were right there, I leaned across the bowl of popcorn and slammed Sam into a kiss. He and I both knew I was bad at words, so I poured my gratitude and appreciation—and all the love I had in my body—into the contact between us.

“Should we leave them alone for a minute?” Vincent’s partner whispered.

“Nah,” Vincent replied. “Hey Collins!” he called louder. “We watching Lord of the Rings or what?”

Sam mumbled something very unflattering to Vincent under his breath as he pulled away from the kiss—earning laughter from Vincent in the process—and snuggled me under his arm. “Sure, fine. Whatever,” he said.

“Look, if you two wanna dip out early...” Vincent bit his tongue between two elongating fangs as he winked.

“Put those away, you pervert,” Sam snapped. But there was laughter in that grumpy tone and he was obviously fighting down a smile.

Vincent snickered. “So...?” he prompted.

“Just play the damn movie, you wise-ass.”

Vincent’s partner handed him the TV remote and he navigated to Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring and pressed Watch. “Say no more.”

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Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @mainhoesstuff

#is the rodeo queen grandma story directly pulled from my life? maybe...#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Sam #Redacted Darlin'#Redacted Vincent #Redacted Lovely #Sam Collins #Darlin'#Vincent Solaire #Lovely #Sam #Vincent #Starlit Fic

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sleekervae · 3 months

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So Good [0.6]

Masterlist

pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I've been away for a while. School is bogging me down and life had been wild, in both good and bad ways. I want to continue writing and despite my chronic writers' block, I ain't giving up too easily. Thank you all for your patience and trust that I will be updating more stories as I go!

word count: 2016

Purple text is Korean

Kimberly jumped when her phone suddenly rang beside her, disturbing the small nap she was trying to squeeze in her bunk. She grumbled as she turned over in the small enclosure, feeling around in the sheet while being rocked over and over in the tour bus.

"Kimberly! Your phone's ringing!" Maria suddenly shouted.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, "Gee! Thanks Maria!" finally she was able to fish it out, her heart leapt when Namjoon's name flashed across her screen. It would've been close to midnight in Seoul, and he hardly ever called her this late.

Pulling her bunk curtain tighter to its hook, she answered the call, "Hello?"

A voice cleared from the other end, unfamiliar to her, "H-Hey, Kimberly! How are you?" the voice was slurred, too light to be Namjoon but the twinge of his accent was slightly eerie.

"Um... who is this?" she asked, a pit of anxiousness bubbling in her gut. From what Chloe had told her, Korean idols had their contacts guarded mercilessly, and if Namjoon got in trouble for talking to her...

"Eh? It's Namjoon, what're you talking about?" the voice tittered, a faint song playing in the background. She relaxed only a little, her curiosity growing.

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"... what tattoo do I have on my left forearm?" she asked.

The voice paused momentarily, grumbling to himself for a quick answer when she suddenly heard a more familiar exclamation.

" -- Dangsin-eun mwo haeyo? Nae jeonhwagileul jwo!"

The voice on the speaker suddenly changed in pitch, half-laughing-half-crying as he shouted, "Joesonghabnida! Joesonghabnida! Dowajuseyo!" and a scuffle ensued.

Kimberly was partly amused, partly concerned, waiting curiously until she heard Namjoon panting into the speaker, "I saekkiya! -- Kimberly? Kim?"

"H-Hi! Namjoon?"

"Hi," he panted, giving a short sigh, "I am so sorry about that,"

"No, no, that's okay," she chuckled, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, I'm good. My friend's being an idiot," he replied. Kimberly could still hear laughter in the background, she found his startle quite endearing.

"It's okay, I promise," she replied, "Who was that, anyway?"

"Jackson. He's a friend of mine -- if not more of a shit disturber," he replied.

"It's nice to meet you, Kimberly!" he called out. Namjoon grumbled back in Korean, a cuss word she figured.

She laughed merrily, "Aw, tell him I say 'hi',"

"And boost his ego even more? Nah," he simpered back, "I hope we didn't disrupt anything,"

"You're all good," she assured him, "We're on our way to Krakow right now so we have an off day,"

"Oh, fantastic. Are you resting up?"

"As much as I can in a moving casket," her attention diverted to a furious hissing from the common area.

"Shit! I need help!" Chloe suddenly shouted, followed by the pattering of socked feet.

"Fucking shit, Chlo! We agreed not to heat up Alfredo sauce in the microwave!" Charlotte scolded.

Namjoon laughed, hearing the commotion from the end of his speaker, "Everything okay over there?" he asked.

Kimberly sighed heavily, shaking her head, "Oh, everything's fine. If I'm quiet enough they may believe I've gone back to sleep and won't bother me," she chuckled quietly.

Maria called from outside the bunk, "You know we can hear you, Kim!" she scolded, "... Hi Namjoon!"

"Hi Namjoon!" Charlotte echoed a moment later.

"Hi RM!" shouted Chloe.

Kimberly tittered, "The girls say 'hi',"

"Tell 'em I say 'hi' back -- what?" his voice drifted off, "Of course she is! Yeogiseo naga!" and there was another short scuffle over the speaker.

"What is going on over there?" Kimberly asked, her curiosity peeking, just imagining what bafoonery was taking place in Seoul.

Namjoon sighed, clearly dejected as muffled sniggers slipped out beside him, "Jackson wants to know if you're pretty. I'm so sorry,"

Kimberly had to press her lips to keep herself from laughing, her cheeks burning with the red smile curling across her face. She choked back a giggle as she answered, "I mean -- I think I am," she shrugged bashfully.

"Then what the hell are you doing with a guy like Namjoon?" Jackson suddenly called, laughing then as Kimberly could imagine the glare Namjoon was throwing his way.

"Ib damul-eo," Namjoon grumbled.

"Dangsin-eun nae sangsaga aniya," Jackson scolded back.

Meanwhile out in the common area, Charlotte and Chloe couldn't help but overhear Kimberly's conversation, all the while Charlotte was mopping up sauce on the counter and Chloe was cleaning sauce off of the floor.

"I think she talks to him more than talks to any of us," Chloe noted.

Charlotte simpered, "They talk maybe once or twice a week, Chloe,"

"Over voice, at least," Chloe replied, "... You think Darius knows that they talk that much?"

"I'm not even gonna go there," Charlotte replied, hoping that Kimberly couldn't hear them, "I told her to be careful from the get,"

Chloe shrugged back, "I'm just saying -- if Luke was away and you found out he was talking to a super famous pop star a few times a week, wouldn't you be worried?"

Charlotte held pause, staring down at the greasy countertop as Chloe's words sent a shiver through her. She knew exactly how she would feel if she was in a similar situation. Nevertheless, she turned back to Chloe, mustering as much confidence as she could.

"As far as I know, Kim's not doing anything wrong -- so I'm not gonna' lambast her for what we think could be happening,"

Chloe knew Charlotte didn't like confrontation, she never had and was extremely uncomfortable if she had to confront one of their friends. But Chloe wasn't stupid either; she was fearful that Kimberly was falling down a hole she nor the girls couldn't dig her out from.

Kimberly meanwhile was none the wiser to her friends' conversation, "What're you guys doing?"

"We're just sitting around, having a couple beers," he replied.

"With the other guys?" she asked.

"Nah, they're out doing their own thing tonight. Believe it or not, we don't always spend all our time together," he chuckled, hoping on the off chance he didn't sound condescending.

"Fair. Spend too much time with someone, some heads are gonna roll," Kimberly replied, then she brought her voice to a whisper, "Hence I'm hiding in my bunk so I don't have to deal with the Alfredo sauce from hell,"

Chloe suddenly hollered out, "I heard that Kimberly! Stop flirting with Namjoon and come help me!"

Kimberly rolled her eyes, pulling back the curtain and sticking her head out of her bunk, "We're not flirting!" she called back.

Charlotte sighed after, crouched down over a messy spill on the floor. A zesty, garlicky smell was beginning to fill the bus, "We just need a mop," she muttered, "Maria! Open the window in the back!"

"Already on it!" and Maria hopped out of her bunk.

Kimberly huffed, though Namjoon chuckled from the other end, "I take it you gotta go?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry," she replied.

"Don't be sorry. It's Jackson's fault, anyway," she could hear Jackson snap something back in Korean, much to her amusement.

"It's always a pleasure talking to you, don't be silly," she simpered, "I'll talk to you later, go have fun!"

Namjoon said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, his eyes lingering at his lock screen a moment more. Jackson meanwhile continued to sit and smirk up at his friend, much to Namjoon's annoyance.

"What are you smirking at?" he asked as he sat down, "And how did you know my passcode?"

"Don't be mad because I know your mom's birthday," he replied, "How long have you been talking to Kimberly?"

"A few months. She's nice," Namjoon muttered quickly.

Jackson scoffed, "So was Lim Ju-eun, she seemed very nice in your old posters,"

"Oh, leave me alone," Namjoon elbowed him softly, "She's my friend, nothing more,"

"I believe you," Jackson nodded, "I also believe that if you had the opportunity to date, you would snap her up in a minute,"

"She has a boyfriend, anyway," Namjoon pointed out.

Jackson sighed, "But none of that's not stopping her from rattling around in your brain all the time,"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to reach for another beer off the table, "Jackson, whatever you're about to say, just leave it alone,"

"I'm not trying to tease you, Joon," he said, his demeanour shifting to a serious undertone, "I'm worried for you,"

"Why are you worried for me?"

"Because you're falling for somebody you clearly can't have, and if that affects your performance --"

"It's not going to affect my performance, or my duties," Namjoon assured, "I told Jin and the others; Kimberly is my friend and any affection I have for her -- or for anyone -- isn't a priority. You would do the same if it was you,"

Jackson shrugged back, his gaze averting off, "I used to think that way..." he muttered.

Namjoon cocked a brow, staring long and hard at Jackson, "Hold on -- did you meet somebody?" he asked curiously.

Jackson nodded slowly, "You can't tell the other guys,"

"I won't," Namjoon assured him.

"Haneul -- or Hannah, I guess. I met her last year, she's a student at Yonsei, and we both went to the same restaurant for lunch," he explained.

"-- Have you spoken to her?" Namjoon asked.

"A couple of times. She's a little mean at first, she absolutely hates k-pop music" he chuckled, "But the more I got to know her, the more I really came to like her. And I think she came to like me, too," the way he spoke was so wistful, words grasping for the moment as though it had just happened. Namjoon had never seen Jackson so sentimental before, he hardly ever discussed his personal life like. They were both a lot alike in that rhetoric.

"So, what happened?" Namjoon asked, feeling the 'but' of his story creeping like a stark chill.

Jackson shrugged listlessly, "I had to let her go. I knew I couldn't have her, and it wasn't fair to make her wait for God knows how long until I could renegotiate my contract," he replied, "She said she understood, but I think I fuelled her hatred of this industry even more. She hasn't replied when I tried to check in with her, I know she probably needs so space to heal but... it sucks,"

Namjoon nodded slowly, "But you still think about her?"

"More than I would like," Jackson admitted, "I had a lapse in judgement; and I know I did the right thing in the long term, but I can't help but feel I wasted her time. I never should've gotten involved with her in the first place," he turned back to Namjoon, "My point is that I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. As much as it paints me to admit, BTS is quickly becoming a global sensation and you can't afford to have your heart broken over someone you know you can't have. Don't get attached, you have to keep your focus,"

"I am focused," Namjoon assured him, "Kimberly is just my friend, and I am gonna make sure we do what we need to do to keep us all on track," he then placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, giving him a small squeeze, "... That doesn't mean I can't feel for your situation,"

Jackson simpered, popping the beer can open and taking a swig, "It's better this way for us. Maybe one day it'll be different, but for now..." he shook his head, "We're stuck with each other,"

Namjoon took his own can and clinked with Jackson's, "I'll cheers to that," and he took a swig. His gaze shifted again to his forearm, remembering the pressure of the pen, the swift and sharp markings when Kimberly scribbled her number on his skin. He wasn't sure why he was so full of hope back then, blinded momentarily for what could have been though he knew fully well he could never have her. Jackson was right, he had to detach himself before she consumed him, or worse he consumed her and broke her heart.

After all, April was right around the corner...

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certifieddoofus1 · 1 year

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Aaaaa I’m so nervous to post this kind of content. But hey I gotta get over my fears at some point. 😭💔

(Also yes I take art requests and art trades. Art trades are preferable. Seriously hit me up! It’s been forever since I last did this! No to commissions, I’m not that good lmao. )

Howdy pals, I’m new on tumblr, I just joined it recently because I like the content on this site. And I was hoping to maybe meet some new friends with the same interests as me…?

Anways! Here is some art I recently made! I’m a super big Yakuza fan, especially of their latest game “Like a dragon”. I “fell in love” with the games new protagonist, Ichiban, and got really tempted to draw some oc x canon. 😭💕One thing you should know about me is I’m super big on the oc x canon community. I’m really supportive of other peoples ships and they make me feel more comfortable about having my own. So be prepared to get a lot of support from me if you have an oc you ship with a canon character too! We oc x canoners stick together!>:) 💕(especially Yakuza ones because I’m OBSESSED *screams*)

Anyways…. ( I need to stop saying Anways so much and expand my vocabulary!! GRRRR. ) Here’s some information about the random “girl” I just had to ship with our beloved Ichiban Kasuga. (But to be fair can you really blame me? Ichiban is super cute. I want to steal him and lock him in my basement. I’d provide him with food and water Ofc. )

╰┈➤

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Yume Nakagawa 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Age: 29

Height: 5’10 (no she won’t step on you.)

Patriarch of the Nakagawa Family. (Formally Tojo. Can’t decide if I want her family to convert to The Omi Alliance or Seiryu clan after the Tojo clan was banished.)

Yume is the type of girl who… idk how to explain it.. the type of girl who doesn’t have a type. She’s unexplainable. There I said it. She’s unpredictable, Erratic, pretty horny, Violent, Cocky. She’s a HUGE flirt… a horrible one too. She makes everyone uncomfortable with her over the top sexual comments. She grew up with a ton of men and they insisted on teaching her their roots, so hence the reason she kinda flirts like a F Boy. (I mean half the time it works but on the other hand…… nah. The men she hits on are concerned. ) If I had to compare her personality to anyone in the Yakuza game series she would probably be the most similar to Nishitani.

୨⎯ "Some Facts " ⎯୨

- Yume usually fights with machetes, her go to weapon. She usually uses them for her more… “extreme fights”. When she just wants to give some one a good beating she’ll just pull out her brass knuckles and go crazy.

- She has a soft spot for children. She hates teenagers tho. Thinks they are the scum of the earth.

- Has a pet possum named Lulu at home. Literally she found the possum in her back yard digging through her trash and was like… “ Yep, you’re mine now.” and just took her in like that.

-Yume was a noncommittal person before she met Ichiban. She quickly fell in love with his bright and heroic personality and realized how attracted she was to him. Eventually she made the first move… by asking him to… “slay her dragon.” Obviously he didn’t get what she meant so she asked him on a movie date instead. Ichiban fell asleep on her shoulder. 😔👌💕

Thats all I’ll reveal about Yume so far! If you want to know more about her check out my future posts! I’m probably gonna be drawing her more often.

All drawings are made by @certifieddoofus1

Have a nice day!!!

Also shout out to @kiryu-kazuma-wife

You inspired me to post about my Yakuza oc x canon! Thanks for giving me a little self confidence boost! I hope you’re having a great day/night! :)💕💖

#yakuza #oc x canon #oc art tag #yakuza oc x canon #yakuza oc

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 10 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Abigail spends her time doing what she loves to do the most and Chris joins her and admires her art.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Sapphire Lake is my favorite place to go. It’s the place where I go to clear my mind and usually where I do my best photographing. Sy knows better than to bother me when I’m here. There is this unspoken agreement where we just leave the other be when we take off like that. Sy and I are close, but not that close, where we share every thought.

If that were the case, he would’ve known about my other dreams.

Dreams outside of this farm. A life away from Sapphire Falls, but in a big city. Sapphire Falls is a wonderful town, but it’s too small for my dreams.

I walk around the lake, camera ready in hand. The sun is shining brightly, making it a little less cold. But I wouldn’t mind having someone by my side who could warm my hands.

Suddenly I spot a squirrel out of the corner of my eye. I stand still immediately, and slowly raise my camera. I manage to take a few beautiful shots, when I hear footsteps behind me. The squirrel jumps away, and I’m ready to scold the person responsible for ruining my shot and mood.

‘Hi,’ I hear from behind me and it’s Chris.

‘Hi,’ I answer softly, already forgotten I was annoyed utter seconds ago.

‘Could’ve known,’ he chuckles, ‘still into the photography.’

He stands so tall, so wonderfully handsome. He stops next to me and looks over the lake, looking serene and content.

‘Of course.’ I lower my camera, and watch over the lake with him. ‘You chased a squirrel away.’

‘I’m terribly sorry,’ Chris smiles.

‘You don’t mean that,’ I chuckle, and punch his arm playfully.

‘Nah, I prefer looking at you than a squirrel.’ He nudges his shoulder against mine, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks.

‘Are you here for a walk or were you looking for me?’ I ask, avoiding his comment.

‘A walk, but I was hoping to run into you. You used to come here all the time, so I figured I’d go here.’ He gestures towards the trail, and we start walking.

We walk side by side for a couple minutes in silence. It’s nice to be with him again, it feels comfortable, easy. Even when we aren’t speaking. Chris and I could hang out without speaking. Back in high school, he would watch basketball videos, analyzing games, while I read my book. Hours would go by without a word being spoken. But right now, I want to know what happened to him in the last few years, how he is actually doing.

Not wanting to ask about the thing I'm mostly curious about, I decide to play it safe. ‘How is your knee?’ I ask him, breaking the silence.

‘It’s good. Doing my daily exercises as the physiotherapist told me to do. He recommended going for walks, something I’d never do in Chicago, but I love doing it here. Damn, I sound like an old man.’

‘Thankfully you don’t look like one,’ I laugh.

‘Oh yeah? Then what do I look like uh?’ He takes a big stride, faces me, and stops. I crash into his hard chest, and he gently grabs my shoulders. Fuck.

I open my mouth but no words come out. Never speechless, except when it comes to Chris Evans. ‘Chris. You have literally been on the cover of countless magazines, have millions of fans praise your looks. You really need me to boost your ego even more?’ I joke.

Chris wants to say something, when we hear leaves rustle in the distance. Our eyes shoot to the direction it came from, and my photographer heart makes a jump.

Three deer are standing not too far away, the sun behind them shining through the trees. Chris and I fall silent again, the wind and rustling leaves the only sound. I raise my camera, zoom in, and take a picture. And another. And another.

The deer don’t notice us, giving me time to capture them. Chris is still close to me, watching over my shoulder. I can feel his breath in my neck, and his hand is placed on my lower back. I’m thankful I can focus my attention on the deers, because otherwise I would go crazy.

The gorgeous animals start to get restless, and I lose my focus and Chris starts to rub gently circles on my lower back. My breathing becomes irregular, my knees start to shake.

As I try to steady my feet, I step on a little twig. The cracking sound makes its way to the three deer, and they all look up, and run away. We’re alone again. Standing close, extremely close.

‘Come on, pose,’ I say jokingly, but that is only to get some distance between us, if I want to continue breathing. My heart is racing, and I’m sure Chris can hear it beat.

‘Sure thing.’ Chris walks away from me and says: ‘Well, you’re the photographer, tell me what to do!’

I laugh while adjusting the settings of my camera. ‘Just stand over there, a little more to the left, and smile! Keep moving around.’

Chris does as I say, and he looks way too good in his jeans, white shirt and jean jacket. An outfit like that shouldn’t look this good. Suddenly he pulls his white tee down a bit, revealing his chest tattoos. I nearly choke and drop my camera. Get a grip Abigail. Oh lord help me.

He notices, and he has the audacity to smirk. I tighten my grip on the camera, raising it to hide behind it. That smirk does things to me, makes me feel things. Feelings I shouldn’t let in, feelings I need to put behind me. He is only here until his injury is over, he will leave me. Again.

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As I’m showing the pictures of him, I click one too far and we’re looking at the engagement shoot of people here in town. They asked me to take their engagement pictures and they are absolutely breathtaking.

But they are also engagement pictures and I accidentally showed it to someone who just broke off his engagement.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say.

‘No, no, no,’ he is quick to say. ‘Don’t apologize. These are really good.’

A lot better than whoever took your engagement pictures. ‘Thank you.’

‘I liked the way you make use of the natural lighting. It is one of your strong suits in photography.��

‘Wow, throwing some technical terms around I see,’ I smile. ‘Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.’

We continue our walk, Sapphire Falls almost back in sight.

‘I should have known something was off when me and Bethany took our engagement pictures,’ he starts. ‘They look nothing like the ones you took. That couple looks happy, glowing. We looked like distant cousins, forced to take a picture together.’

I feel sorry for him. His shoulders slouch a little, and he looks like a lost puppy. ‘Did you love her?’

‘I thought I did, but looking back, I think it was just easy to be with her. We hardly spend any time together. I had a busy schedule, with basketball training and games. She was never home, always meeting with friends or going on trips. So, when we were together, we had something to talk about. Nothing deep, only superficial stuff,’ Chris continues. 'We lived together, but did not belong together I guess.’

‘I’m sorry about that Chris, you don’t deserve that.’

‘Turned out she was avoiding me. She only stayed with me because of my career, money. Not because she loved me. I was stupid enough to only realize that when I was home more often due to my injury, forcing us to spend time together. I tried to make it work though, but Bethany broke the engagement off.’

‘Chris, she sounds like a terrible person,’ I say, fuming on the inside. Who would do something like that?

‘Yeah, she is,’ Chris smiles, but I see pain in his eyes. ‘I am relieved now on the other hand, that she is out of my life. And to be back here. I missed it here.’

‘We are glad you’re back here as well. It was different, without you, without Livia.’ It was lonely.

I notice Chris starts limping a little bit. This walk might have been a bit too much for his knee ‘Maybe it’s time to head back?’ I suggest. I know if I said anything about his knee, and possible pain, he would just deny.

‘Sure,’ he answers, telling me with one simple word I was right.

We reach the crossway: left back to the town’s center, right to Honey Bee Farm. Chris leans in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I hug him back, and it feels so good. Too good.

We part, and both go our ways.

I need to be careful, I can’t let Chris in my heart, it’ll just get broken. He’ll never be with me. I’ll be better off alone, as always.

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#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Welcome to Sapphire Falls Masterlist #diegos-butt & keanureevesisbae advent calender #Chris Evans #Henry Cavill #Syverson #Basketballer!Chris Evans #Farmer!Syverson #Plus size!ofc #Asian!ofc #chris evans x plus size ofc #henry cavill x asian ofc #chris evans x ofc #henry cavill x ofc

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iamvegorott · 7 months

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Ink Month 2023 Day 18

Games

“Mortal Kombat?” Bing asked as he held up the game case.

“Sounds good.” Chase nodded, getting the controllers out and using one of them to turn the counsel on as well. The TV had already been buzzing with static and now showed the counsel’s menu screen, waiting for the game to get inserted.

“Ready for me to kick your ass?” Bing asked with a smug smirk, putting the game disc in.

“Oh? You think you’re kicking my ass?” Chase scoffed, waiting until Bing’s hands were empty before tossing one of the controllers to him. “You’ll be kissing mine after I leave you in the dust.” He added as he sat on the couch.

“You want me to kiss your ass? Didn’t know you were into that, Brody~” Bing teased, sitting with Chase.

“Hah, hah, you’re hilarious.” Chase rolled his eyes, unable to help that there was now a tint of pink to his cheeks.

“I’ll be funnier while getting a perfect k.o.” Bing didn’t notice the blush and took over being player one, choosing his fighter without much thought.

“Don’t get too cocky, I’m pretty sure I won last time.” Chase clicked his tongue, picking his fighter as well.

“Pretty sure you cheated.” Bing clicked his tongue back, leaning forward as the match counted down.

“Fuck you, I cheated.” Chase huffed with a chuckle.

“You totally did, dude. Had your ass in my way and everything.” Bing squinted slightly as he concentrated on the fight while talking at the same time.

“Can we stop talking about my ass for five seconds?” Chase playfully nudged Bing with an elbow.

“Not if your ass starts trying to cheat again.” Bing nudged Chase back.

“My ass isn’t doing anything but sit on this couch.” Chase had a smile as he bumped his shoulder against Bing’s.

“Lies and slander.” Bing laughed and leaned over, putting part of his body in Chase’s way.

“Oh, so I’m the cheater while you’re blocking me? Nah, bro, this is how you do that.” Chase slipped past Bing and now stood in front of him, preventing Bing from seeing the TV.

“You little shit.” Bing laughed.

“Can’t hear you over me winning.” Chase sang, wiggling his hips and, in turn, basically shaking his ass in Bing’s face.

“Now you’re a big shit.” Bing tossed his controller aside and hopped to his feet, snatching Chase’s out of his hands.

“Dude! Give that back!” Chase went on his toes when Bing held the controller in the air. Bing only had a few inches on Chase, but it was enough to have Chase trying to use his shoulder to try to boost himself up.

“Cheaters don’t get controllers.” Bing stuck his tongue out.

“Is that why you got rid of yours?” Chase scrunched his nose and stuck the tip of his tongue out, too.

“I have a point to-” Bing didn’t get to finish his protest as he stepped back and ended up fumbling over his own feet and falling, taking Chase down with him. Thankfully, he fell on one of the plush chairs, so it was a somewhat soft landing. But it left Chase lying on top of him, and their noses were touching.

“S-Sorry, I-I-uh.” Chase was too flustered to move, face going red in a snap.

“Uh…hi?” Bing’s voice cracked, and his own blush depended from that.

“Hi?” Chase echoed before softly snorting and then breaking out in a laugh. Bing couldn’t help from laughing with him.

“Is my Switch out-are you two fucking in the living room!?” Anti shouted after coming in and seeing the two.

“We’re not fucking!” Chase shouted back.

“Could have fooled me! I’m getting the spray bottle!” Anti spun on his heel and walked back out.

“That spray bottle is for your ass when you act like a chaotic shit!” Chase got off of Bing and followed Anti.

“What?” Bing said into the now empty room, face still red and the game calling time on the match.

#bingaverage #ink month 2023 #veggie ink month #veggie writes

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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We’ve seen jealous Thorne, how about jealous, possessive, possibly drunk (and alive) Peter?

He's gonna be a bit different from his counterpart in MTWYK when it comes to jealousy.

Warning: drunkenness, Wall Slam

On with the fic!

"We should... go to a different place." Peter slurred, toying with the straw of his drink. Oh, no, that wasn't a straw, that was an unlit cigarette he was supposed to be smoking right now. He removed it, flicking it somewhere into the room.

Thorne giggled, actually giggled, next to him when he watched this. They were both plastered, but having a good time. "Why do ya wanna go somewhere else?"

"Cause this is... uh, this is the hotel's bar, don't wanna keep rackin' up my tab."

"It's on my tab, remember?"

"'s someone's tab." Peter grinned at him, leaning forward to rest his head on the cool counter. The music in here was a bit loud, playing some sorta shitty music he didn't care for, but it was still nice. The place was busy, both of them were free tonight, no shows, and they decided to just get drunk and see where that led them.

As he laid his head there, trying to get his bearings, he watched as a man approached Thorne and they seemed to be talking to one another. Peter frowned a little, his head was starting to pound, and his hearing was a little shitty from the music and the crowd, but he could sort of make out what was being said.

The stranger seemed to be a fan of Thorne's, was kissing his ass and all that. 'I'm the ass kisser around here.' Peter thought absentmindedly, not in the praise sort of way, but more of-

Well.

Thorne had a dumb grin on his pretty face as he listened to the ego boosting compliments. Then the stranger made a comment about how he was staying at the hotel, and he had an extra keycard.

Peter sat right up, watching as the young man removed said keycard from his pocket, presenting it to Thorne.

The musician slowly blinked, looking at the card, then he giggled again. "No thanks, I put a code into mah door to get in." He said, clearly not understanding the situation at all.

"No." The guy replied. "I'm telling you that this is mine, and I'm giving it to you, so we can, ya know, go upstairs and have some fun-"

Peter grabbed the card, catching their attention. He smiled and tossed it towards the dance floor, much to the stranger's dismay. "Whoops." Peter said, the shit-eating grin on his face was wide, but the malice was burning in his eyes, he was sure of it.

"What the fuck was that for?" The guy asked, glaring.

"He's not gonna sleep with you, trust me. He's already got someone else."

"What? Like, you or something?"

Peter made a noise, a shrug. The guy glared at him still and moved to find the keycard. Peter was quick to get on his feet and he pulled Thorne up, who clung to him, looking a bit confused, but slightly excited.

He walked them out of the bar, stumbling to get to the lifts, but he didn't get that far. He just... no! He shoved Thorne against the wall, hands fisted into his shirt, their noses touching as he looked into hazel eyes. "You weren't gonna take that card, were you?"

"Nah." Thorne replied. "Why'd I do that when I got a sweet thin' right in front of me? Hm?" He smirked and Peter wanted to kiss those pretty, painted lips.

What the fuck was stopping him, honestly?

He smashed their lips together, kissing him hard, his body pressed tightly against Thorne's own. Familiar hands were on him, roaming, groping, giving his ass a squeeze.

Yeah, that's right, Peter thought, this is all yours, only yours. You don't need to have some random guy making you feel this good when I'm right here.

There was a very loud cough from somewhere nearby and Peter turned, about the snap at whoever it was. But it was just Rory the security guard, behind his desk near the lifts, looking a little flustered and bothered.

"Mr. Vincent, while I don't mind you having your fun, it would be best if you did that up in your own place, please." Rory said politely as possible.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry." Peter groaned, and pulled Thorne towards the elevators. He'd remind him of their arrangement on the way up then, he guessed.

I hope by now everyone is picturing Rory as looking like Rory Williams because that's pretty much who he is based on.

#thorne jamison x peter vincent #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

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officialancer · 1 year

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INTERROGATION #10: JEVIL

(Transcribed by Prince Ralsei)

SUSIE: Hey guys! How’s the questioning going?

RALSEI: Susie! It’s ever so good to see you!

LANCER: We actually need your help for our next interrogation! Can we borrow your cool sick scythe-knife-axe?

SUSIE: Uh… I guess? Be careful, though. This guy’s stats are, like, CRAZY high! Not that, y’know, I NEED a stat boost to be terrifying.

LANCER: Yeah! You’re cool and scary all on your own!

Susie summons the Devilsknife and puts it on the chair across the table. It begins to shake…!

JEVIL: UEE HEE HEE! AWOKEN AGAIN, I BE! IS ANOTHER NUMBERS GAME CREEPING ‘ROUND THE CORNER, CORNER?

SUSIE: Nah, not today, man. We actually—

LANCER: Clown Dad!

RALSEI: (Dad???)

JEVIL: SPADELING! HOW FARE YOU?

LANCER: Not so good, I’m afraid! A terrible crime has occurred in the Town of Castles!

JEVIL: A MISCHIEF-MISCHIEF? A CHAOS-CHAOS? HEE HEE HEE… I SEE WHY YOU SUMMONED ME, ME!

LANCER: Yeah! So, Mr. Clown, where were YOU when the murders happened?

RALSEI: There weren’t any murders! It was graffiti!

JEVIL: WHERE, WHERE? SUCH AN ODD QUESTION, WITH AN ODDER-YET-ODDER ANSWER! I WAS EVERYWHERE AND NO-WHERE, NO-WHERE, ALL AT ONCE!

SUSIE: No?? You weren’t?? You were in my room with me, remember?

JEVIL: OR WAS I?

SUSIE: Yes! Yes already!

JEVIL: UN-SO, DEAR LIGHTNER! YOU HAD NOT SUMMONED ME AT THE TIME, TIME, SO WHERE WAS I? OR PERHAPS WHERE WAS I NOT?

LANCER: Ohhh! You mean the Endless Void?

JEVIL: YOU KIDS HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING! I HAVE NONE MYSELF! UEE HEE HEE!

LANCER: Wow! But if nobody knows where you were, how are we supposed to know whether you did the murders?

RALSEI: No one was murdered!

JEVIL: SO THE TRUE QUESTION REVEALS!

LANCER: It sure does! What do you know about graffiti?

JEVIL: HMM. USEFUL TO UN-DULL ARCHITECTURE! THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN WITHOUT THEIR CHAOS, CHAOS!

SUSIE: So you support it, then?

JEVIL: OF COURSE! BUT THE CRIME, CRIME WAS NOT MINE. ALTHOUGH YOU MAY SEEK TO IMPRISON MY BODY, IT MISGUIDES YOUR SUSPICION!

SUSIE: Damn. Another dead end.

JEVIL: UN-SO ONCE AGAIN!

He spins around once.

JEVIL: FOR I KNOW THE TRUTH, TRUTH! I HAVE KNOWN IT ALL ALONG!

LANCER: Huh? Really?! Who was it?

Jevil starts to spin again.

JEVIL: UEE HEE HEE! THE ANSWER IS RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES, YET YOU REFUSE TO SEE, SEE!

RALSEI: Um… what do you think he means, Kris?

Kris points at Susie.

SUSIE: Huh?! What are you pointin’ at me for?! Hey! Don’t look at me like that!

Kris sticks their tongue out at her.

LANCER: Wow! You sure can spin for a long time, Clown Man! But, I still don’t get it…

JEVIL: TSK-TSK, SPADELING… THIS MYSTERY SHOULD BE A CAKE’S PIECE FOR ONE WITH SUCH CLEVERNESS! BUT IF YOU ALL REMAIN IN YOUR CELLS, THEN I SHALL HAVE MY LEAVE MADE!

LANCER: Oh, okay! See you soon!

Jevil turns back into the Devilsknife, and Susie picks it up and puts it away.

SUSIE: Man, that guy is weird. I mean, what was he even talking about? Piece of cake? Right in front of our eyes? And why’d he have to keep… ugh… spinning?

RALSEI: Aww, Susie, were you getting dizzy?

SUSIE: No, shut up! It was just annoying is all.

RALSEI: Hahaha! Hey, wait, no don’t take the pfjfidjsbsaqfofjndnznzs

RALSAY: susie rULES and ralsay drools. i ralsay aproove this messaje

RALSEI: Um. That wasn’t me.

LANCER: Or was it?! Ho ho ho!! Yet another mystery!

#toothpaste #purple girl #blue person #dog’s #interrogation tag #clown man

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 2 months

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Wreckless - Explorers

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

Finnegan is amazing.

Thursday and all of yesterday he took really good care of me.

He even cooked.

This morning he decided that we could bump me up to 'light physical activity' and gave me an amazing blow job.

I've showered and then yes, napped but now I'm all his.

He wants to buy a car.

I get that he has very little time and I want to help him so a car it is even though it's not how I prefer to spend my Saturday afternoons.

Besides, I need to get out of this house.

"Thanks for coming, Emmett. Did you and Peter decide about yours?"

"Yeah, it's not worth fixing. There was so much wrong before and this is just... yeah. To the scrap heap."

"I'm sorry. Are you sure you feel up to going?"

Of course.

"Yeah, as long as I don't have to do any driving."

"Absolutely not, not until Monday at the earliest."

"It'll be Monday, I have to go to work."

He just huffs.

I'm going to have to do some figuring and looking and see if I can get myself a new car.

Well, not new, new to me.

Something that runs.

It's a shame to because I had been seriously considering taking that photography course.

I figured we'd be in a house by then and if I don't have to pay the mortgage because it's being rented out, I could sneak two weeks off of work.

Now that's not going to happen.

I took a Tylenol earlier but I can still tell I'm feeling a ton better because I can actually keep my eyes open as we're driving down the street.

I don't know where the nearest BMW dealership is but that doesn't matter because we end up in a Ford lot.

"Are you going to get another one of these?"

He talked about it on the drive to the beach.

"Yeah, unless there's something out there better?"

"Nah, this one is nice. Keep it simple."

Not that this car is simple, it's great but if he knows he likes this one, why drive all over looking around?

He immediately gets accosted by a salesman who's about to become his best friend because Finnegan just points to the rental and says he wants one just like it with all the bells and whistles.

Does it have side curtain airbags?

Yes, yes it does.

What about OnStar? Yes.

Does it come in a hybrid?

I didn't see that one coming but yes, it does.

Not in the model Finn wants though, only in the mid-range.

But apparently the really nice one has eco-boost and that's good enough for him.

We're walking towards the showroom when he asks...

"What color should we get? Stick with black?"

"Black is boring but safe and very presidential. The blue is sweet."

And it is.

It reflects the light and makes the trim pop out.

"Do you have one in stock in blue?" he asks his new bestie.

That the salesman has to check.

Apparently they have a blue hybrid but it doesn't have the top of the line stereo system in it or the premium electronic package with the ipod in the dash.

"That doesn't bother me Emmett, what about you?"

Since my stereo hasn't worked for two years, I'm not one to complain about only having eight speakers and not fourteen.

"I think it'll be fine without but you can always keep the rental another week if you want, I'm sure they can order it. But hey, heated steering wheel, Finnegan. Not just remote start and heated seats, nah, that's not enough. Warm hands."

It's insane.

"Nah, we'll take this one. Credit okay?"

He's literally going to charge a car.

A very expensive hybrid SUV that costs more than half of what my house did.

I would blame the concussion for not hearing him right except it doesn't surprise me that much.

Finn is filling things out and things are getting printed and he takes the paper and slides it towards me.

"You need to sign this one."

"Why?"

"Because it's yours."

I'm stunned but the salesman fills the silence.

"I'll need your license, too."

Now they're both looking at me and I somehow have a pen in my hand.

What?

"What? Mine? Um... Finnegan..."

"Do you want something else?"

No, that is not the issue here.

"You can't buy me a car."

"I beg to differ. Besides, you need one, don't you? And we need something big enough for our beach trips. Please."

I'm looking down and flipping because I'm pretending to read so I don't have to answer.

And then I see the price.

Not half my house, almost as much.

Granted, this is a fine piece of machinery and my house was pretty much a shithole when I bought it. Still.

"It's... Finnegan, do you see the price?"

He just shrugs. Shrugs.

As if it's not ridiculous.

"You need something safe. I don't want you getting hurt again, Emmett."

"I can be safe for a quarter of this money."

Oh, bestie doesn't like that.

"We can get that price down for you."

That's just fueling Finnegan's decision.

"See? It's fine. Emmett, let me do this for you. You need something reliable to bring me lunches and take me to the beach. You deserve it."

I've been giving a lot of thought to moving in with Finnegan and him buying the house and everything that's involved with that and I'm getting used to it.

It doesn't sting quite as much now but this?

Wow, this is something else.

This car is worth more than all of my other cars put together that is not an exaggeration.

I've only ever had two and the first one I got for three grand and the newest one I paid about seven for.

This car is sixty thousand dollars.

Sixty. Thousand. American Dollars.

"Please sign it, Emmett."

He tells the salesman that it would be nice if someone brought it around and that he'll need to leave his rental here over the weekend.

Oh no, they're happy to return it for him.

I guess so, they'd probably lick his shoes and his balls at this point.

"What are you going to drive?"

If they're keeping his rental...

"I ordered the roadster yesterday and they're dropping it off this afternoon. Had to drive it up from D.C."

He orders cars like I ordered pizza.

"The roadster cost more than this, if that makes you feel any better. I got the convertible."

Of course he did.

"Besides, I owe you a birthday present."

A car is not a birthday present.

Is he gonna put a bow on it like those stupid commercials at Christmas?

Mr. Salesman has excused himself.

He wants us to sort this out and it's nice of him to give us some privacy.

"The lower model, the hybrid. I want that one instead."

It's gotta be cheaper and there's been enough blood shed over oil.

"Besides, that's not the right blue," I tell him, looking at the one they just drove up.

It's a lighter blue, not the deep metallic that I like.

"Whatever you wish, Emmett."

The salesman comes back and Finnegan leans back in his chair.

"Make him happy," he says, leaning his head towards me.

"Sell it to him and then swipe my card."

It takes us another half hour but I love the new one so much that I wish I could drive it home.

Finnegan jokes that he may never get another chance and I can tell he loves it too.

It's a big step up from our rental... all the things I loved are the same but now we have ass warmers and leather seats and plenty of bells and whistles for my taste.

"Thanks Finnegan, you didn't have to do this."

"I know but I wanted to and isn't that the best reason?"

Maybe.

"Promise me you'll be careful, please? I don't want you meeting other guys by crashing into them like you did me."

"You hit me."

"Emmett, you're a wreck magnet. Wreckless," he jokes.

"Too soon?"

"Bite me."

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