#then! i just made plans to go out out like. drinking dancing etc with my friends saturday night so. that’s that
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Hiya! Idk if you still take in smut prompts reqs buuut if you do could I request 24, 26, 27 with san? maybeee you're fwb and he gets jealous of you with another guy ohoho i would never look at any man other than you sansjdbedjdbd thank you!!!
a little jealousy - choi san
dude. my head is spinning for this fic and i’m so excited to write this kind of san … mannnn
warnings: dom!mean!san, toxic relationship, rough sex, sub!reader, spitting, hairpulling, keeho appears and gets flirty, manhandling, possessive san, implied abandonment issues (san tells reader), jealousy!!!!!, throat fucking, guided masturbation, vein bulging, implied su!c!de, cnc!!, degradation, breeding kink! forced but willingly making reader swallow a dry plan b, etc. as always, lmk if i missed anything!
24. what would he say if he saw you on top of me losing your fucking mind hm?
26. the day you leave me is the day i slit my fuckin’ throat
27. can’t you see you’re made for me?
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“you can’t be serious,” your friend drops her expression, waiting for your response.
“yes! i’m serious. i don’t wanna go out tonight, i don’t wanna deal with weird guys everywhere.” you used this as an excuse to see your “friend” san tonight, as he said he’d be home all day.
“bitch, go put something on, we’re going and it’s final.” you groan as you pull out a black midi body-con silk dress, the chest falling loosely onto your cleavage. you put on your black YSL heels with gold detailing, your hair and makeup done and curled.
you head out with your friend, arriving to the rather large club an hour away. this club was the talk of the town, owned by a man named Park Seonghwa. he owned multiple, this one being the largest. the music blares through the speakers, your skin glistening with body glitters and oils.
your friend shouts something and walks away, you assume she’s grabbing drinks and a guy on her way. you walk over to the dance floor, in hopes that you’d see someone you knew. to your luck, you see a guy from your high school. you walk over to him and tap his arm to get his attention. he turns towards you as you catch him by surprise.
“y/n! hi! it’s been so long! how are you? how’s everything been?” he exclaims as he pulls you in for a hug.
the hand placement of his grazes your lower back as you only wrap one arm around his shoulders from underneath his arm. you hug back in a friendly remark, as his fingertips graze the upper part of your ass. “i’ve been great, how have you been, kee?”
you smile in response to his loud voice. you know why he’s so touchy feely with you— just not sure as to why and how you ran into him on a night like this. you knew you didn’t want to be here.
“i’m great, you look beautiful, y/n. do you wanna come sit with me and my friends?” he leans to your height, shouting in your ear so you’d hear him well.
“sure! i don’t know where my friend went.”
you follow keeho through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people, reaching the table everyone was seated at. it’s like you’re in high school again, seeing all the familiar faces.
“y/n! oh my god you look great! how are you?” mingi says. he’s grown into a handsome man, you won’t deny that. you conversate with the group, catching up and laughing with everyone. you find it weird now that you look back at it— that all of your friends are guys.
as you’re sitting with keeho, the jokes he makes make your breath hitch, needing to catch yourself before you choke on your drink. you laugh up a storm with him, playfully slapping his leg by yours. he leans closer to your ear, whispering a bunch of nothings as you laugh even harder while your face turns a slight cherry red.
you open your eyes and across the dance floor, a black couch is planted against the wall. a man about 5’11” is seated with his legs slightly spread, watching you. you do a double take, noticing that he looks familiar— almost too familiar— that he looks like san.
the friend you’ve been fucking behind everyone’s back.
he watches you with his black button up and black straight leg slacks, a silver chain hiding underneath the flaps of his collar.
he leans his elbow onto his knees where his chin rests on his knuckles, watching the way your friends are getting handsy with you. you’ve laughed a little too hard, and san doesn’t like that.
you turn your attention back to keeho where he’s still laughing and talking about some girl he slept with last week.
“hey, i’m gonna go get a drink, see you later.” you’re still distracted by san’s gaze, your knees already threatening to buckle. you manage to walk over to where san was, he walks out of the club as you follow wherever he’s headed to.
you both make it outside, his car already started and the passenger door already opened for you to get into.
“가자” he speaks. though you’re not sure what it means, you use your pretty brain to understand that he wants you to get in the car.
“don’t wanna hear a word from you, understand?”
“h-how did you find me?” you manage. you were just told to not speak, but curiosity killed the cat.
“did you not understand what i just said?” he stops the car, fully turning towards you. his black hair bounces when he shifts gears again, speeding through the highway.
“take your phone out and tell your friend you’re not coming home tonight. tell her you feel sick.” he does not change expressions, nor does he turn his attention to you.
the rest of the car ride is silent until you reach his home. it’s a grey brick home, with long windows on each side of the door. it looks like a castle, but it’s a homey feel.
he unlocks the door, holding it open for you to get in.
what a gentleman.
“take your clothes off. leave the heels on.” he says as he’s unbuttoning his blouse and throwing his shoes off. you’re well behind him, still struggling to unzip the dress. he notices your struggle, unzipping it himself and ripping it off.
“look me in the face and tell me what was so funny. if you wanted to go to a comedy show so bad, you should’ve just told me. didn’t have to fuck around with random guys, did you?”
he grabs the back of your head through a fist full of your hair, your hands on each side of your hips. he tilts your head upwards, giving himself access to your neck, licking a stripe up to the middle of your collarbone and up to your chin. he inches closer to your lips then pulls away, not letting you kiss him.
“you think you deserve to kiss me after you practically already fucked some other guy? listen to me, and listen carefully. i know you have issues darling, and maybe you don’t hear it enough, but you belong to me.” he caresses your face, in a faux sympathetic manner, spitting venom into your skin.
“i don’t understand what’s gotten you so worked up, sannie. we’re not even dating, so why are you so jealous?” your eyes sparkle with lust, san feeding into the delusion that he’s your man and no one else’s, even though he’s made it clear he doesn’t do the whole “dating thing”.
“‘m not jealous, baby. i just don’t like other people playing with my toys. don’t you get upset when other kids play with your toys, darling?” his hand snakes its way under your bare chest, squeezing your tit as san tugs a moan out of you.
he kisses your jaw, moving up to your lips, finally kissing you the way you think you deserve. he moves his hand to snake its way around your throat, his tongue exploring various areas of your mouth.
“on your knees, right now, jagi.” its so fucking hot that he speaks two languages. it almost makes your panties pool with arousal. he hears you whimper as you get onto your bare knees, the backs of your gold heels poking your thighs.
“‘m gonna fuck this tiny throat. if i hear a word, you’re not cumming at all. i’ll cum in you all night and won’t let you do the same. am i clear?” he fists your hair into his large hand, forcing you to look up at him when he speaks. he looks fucked out already, as you do so yourself.
not-so-innocently, you agree to his command, mouth already falling open, ready to take him into your throat. you bob your head up and down slowly, releasing with a pop then spitting onto the base of his cock to make it easier for you to suck.
he never fails to surprise you with his size. you use your right hand to support you in getting him to reach his first high of the night, sucking and swallowing all of the spit and precum on his length.
“yeah, fucking hell. doing so good f’ me. you fucking belong to me. never wanna see you leave.” he bucks his hips into your mouth as you threaten to whine out in response. before he can reach his orgasm, he pulls you back up by your jaw to kiss you open mouthed-ly.
“lay back and spread those pretty thighs for me.” he stands at the edge of the bed, watching the way your pussy already throbs with need, desperate to have him inside already. your walls gush with desperation for san’s veins running against your walls.
his fingers graze softly over the inside of your thigh as he lifts your leg to easily access into your hole. he slaps the tip onto your clit a couple of times, earning gasps and pleas from you. after moments of teasing you, he gives in and immediately pounds into your sopping cunt.
“wanna hurt you in the best fucking way possible. never wanna see you laughing with another guy again. it hurts me,” he groans as he slowly strokes himself into you,
“the day you leave me is the day i slit my throat. i’m fucking crazy for you, y/n. don’t you understand? can’t you see you’re made for me?”
you moan in response, his words sending an electric wave through your core, already cumming around his length. he feels you clenching around his cock as his eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head. his stomach tightens as he tries to balance himself with not cumming and making you cum over and over again, his abs making your head spin.
“s-san, fuckin- it’s too much.” you gasp. you’re so overstimulated from your countless orgasms, you think you’ll start crying.
“it’s not. don’t make me stop.” he pounds into you furiously, making you cry out for him to stop, though you never want him to.
he flips the two of you over, making your legs shake and your arms weak as you have to balance yourself this time.
“rub that pussy, fuckkkk, just like that. watch me fuck you stupid. make sure you know who the fuck you belong to, how’s that?” he groans as he spreads his legs to balance himself as he fucks up into you. you fail to rub your clit, too overwhelmed by the pleasure that san is building in your cervix.
tears run down your face as a sign of overstimulating yourself, san moving up to lick them off your face. laying back down, he pounds up into you almost too fast you start seeing stars.
“look at you, fuckin’ stupid whore. what would he say if he saw you on top of me losing your fucking mind hm? what would he say? enlighten me, darling. would he think you’re a whore?” he stills his thrusts, burying himself deep in your uterus.
“i’m not- i’m not a whore!” you cry out.
“oh, but yes you are. you say you’re not but here you are, fucking a married man and crying over some dick. what does that say about you?” you feel like he’s gaslighting you, but he’s completely right. you should be ashamed of yourself, but you’re getting off knowing that you make san crazy.
“th-that i’m a whore.” you admit.
“look at that, your brain works!” he smirks as he twitches into your cervix, almost cumming in your stomach.
“san! pull out, you can’t cum in m-me!” you beg. you don’t want him to cum in you. you’re not ready for anything at all.
“gonna fill you up, cus that’s what i do to sluts. i knock them up and never fuckin’ see them again. want me to show you how much of a slut you are?”
“n-no! fuck, please pull out. let me go!” you beg. you’re so scared but so turned on by it, not even thinking of using a safe word right now.
you feel his hips still, his cock twitching in you as he empties himself in you. he pulls out after a few seconds, reaching for his nightstand. he takes out a plan B box, making you dry swallow the pill.
“the next time you wanna fuck around with random guys, think about the consequences, darling. i watch every move you make.”
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and if you let me;; jjk
pairing: non idol!coworker jungkook x reader
word count: 1.9k
rating: teens & up!
genre: romance & fluff, cheesy confession, jungkook is a nervous guy in luv, also is silly, dorky, sweet, etc. (all the adjectives!)
summary: it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.
notes: there's hardly any plot lmao it's just a hit of dopamine/feels i guess HAHAHAH :) i love him so much and my feelings are at an all-time high with the new gcf that came out!!
this is for nei (@melancholy-of-nadia)!!! luv u!!
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Jungkook was annoyed. Very annoyed.
As you howled in laughter at Hoseok’s antics, Jeon Jungkook was in his little corner, crossing his arms and shaking his head.
It wasn’t that he was jealous. In fact, Jungkook was pretty confident and had somewhat normal self-esteem levels, but he felt like he was running out of time.
Running out of time for what, you ask? Confessing his love to you.
It was an open secret on the office floor that Jungkook had the biggest and loudest crush on you, making it real clear to all the guys in the office that you were the love of his life (on the clock, anyway). He liked people who were great at their jobs, and you were, to say the least, great at it. As your new boss and your guys’ boss fought for dominance to get you as an employee, it was clear that you were irreplaceable in the workplace, and that somehow made you even sexier to Jungkook.
At first, it was all a physical thing. You were a looker with brains and a dry humor that Jungkook appreciated in a workplace filled with kiss-assers. It was easy to flirt with you, and it seemed like you were 110% flirting back, which, a few months down the road, got Jungkook to freak out.
Surely, it was one thing to flirt with coworkers nonchalantly and another to deliberately be a boy loser about it. He was down bad at the 3-month mark and found himself counting the days when you would return to your cubicle, which conveniently was next to his.
Every day, he swung by your desk trying to be smooth, only to trip up somehow. Whether it be the intonation of his voice or him tripping over his own feet, he would kick himself silly mentally before lamenting to his best friend and work confidant, Kim Namjoon at the water cooler hours later.
“I swear I cannot walk around her!” Jungkook would sigh loudly, swirling his coffee stirrer as Namjoon chuckled, leaning against the counter before patting his coworker on the shoulder.
“It’s okay, dude. I’m sure she doesn’t even notice it like you do,” Namjoon would reassure him even though he knew you would eventually find out (you would of course, but unaware how deep Jungkook’s love for you was).
A year would swing by until you finally broke the news to the office that you would be leaving for another job with higher pay, and it felt like Jungkook’s world came crashing down. How could he continue working at this job if you weren’t next to him, giggling at his stupid jokes and his stupid short haircut that he specifically cut to make himself look even hotter for you? How could he possibly get through several rounds of meetings if you two weren’t playing tic-tac-toe on the memo pad the two of you would share? Or the times when Jungkook would go out of his way to the coffee shop to get your usual honey oatmilk latte from Urth Caffé? Or the time Jungkook would time his lunches so he could sit with you for the whole hour?
And so, Jungkook devised a plan to break the “news” that he was in love with you, hoping that you would feel the same way. He orchestrated the going away party first, going to a KBBQ spot with your closest coworkers before doing karaoke with drinks. Because how else was Jungkook going to relax around you?
Jungkook could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest as you giggled at his innocent joke about Hoseok’s dance moves as your delicate head leaned against his wide shoulders. His stomach lurched forward as he coughed to cover his nervousness up, pouring yet another glass of soju for the two of you. You gladly took it, clinking the glass against his before taking a swig, and swallowing the alcoholic contents as you clung into Jungkook for the next hour.
Jungkook was elated of course, but he didn’t wanna give much away, closing his lips together as he thumped his fingers against the table, encouraging your former coworkers to drink more.
An hour passed and you were blasted, still hollering and hooting for the dancers, Hoseok and Jimin, to continue as karaoke night came at a fever pitch. At this point, you and Jungkook were inseparable, and he has made major moves to the level of your comfort: 1) putting his arm behind you and 2) crossing his legs so he could tap his feet against yours.
As you hummed quietly to yourself, you shivered at the cold air coming through the AC. Jungkook saw and immediately grabbed his leather jacket, putting it around you.
You thanked him, leaning against his chest as the two of you cuddled. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat as he flushed red, again covering his flustered self with a cough.
“Are you getting sick?” you inquired, looking up at Jungkook with a pout. His eyes twinkled at this point as you cutely and drunkenly put your hand up to his forehead, trying to feel his temperature. It was going up all right, and Jungkook turned even redder than the tomatoes in the ramyeon in front of you two.
“Uh,” was all Jungkook could say, stuttering his way into a lame excuse. “The ramyeon is a bit too spicy that’s all, haha.”
He did his best to chuckle sexily as you sighed, frowning.
“Should I have asked for it to be mild?” you inquired, grabbing the menu from the table. “If I had known you didn’t like spice, I would’ve ordered it.”
“Oh no, i-it’s okay!” Jungkook hastily replied, putting the menu down. He was freaking out, and a few of the boys were starting to notice the two of you being rather cozy.
“Man, I have never seen Jungkook look so happy in my entire life,” Taehyung teased, snorting into his beer and pointing at the both of you.
Jungkook frowned, still beet red.
“W-what are you talking about?!” he fired back at Taehyung. All the second youngest in the office did was shrugged, smirking.
“Oh, now you’re playing stupid,” Taehyung drunkenly laughed, leaning against you as he whispered something in your ear.
Jungkook’s stomach bubbled in nervousness while Taehyung chuckled after saying his piece which made you giggle a bit.
“Yeah, he can be obtuse sometimes,” you replied, glancing back at Jungkook. He flushed again, his stomach in knots. Did you know? Were you playing with him?
As the night progressed, you began acting more and more wild, making Jungkook laugh uproariously at your behavior. Seeing you loose made him happy and glad that he planned the goodbye party in the first place. He clapped and cheered for you as you attempted badly to sing Whitney Houston’s “I’ll Always Love You”. Even if you were off-key, he still found it endearing that you even attempted.
Your unabashed confidence was shining through, and something ignited within Jungkook. It was then when he realized how much he liked you and seeing this side of you made him want you even more. The desire to be even closer than you two already were, and the desire to be intimate was growing inside Jungkook’s already big and kind heart, and he wanted to do something more.
It wasn’t too late when everyone began to go home, leaving the two of you alone. You had Uber’d your way to the noraebang so Jungkook offered naturally to take you home after sobering up.
As the two of you walked to the car, you instinctively but a bit impulsively wrapped your arm around his. His stomach lurched forward as his heart beat unbelievably fast, making him cough out of nervousness.
“You okay?” you asked worryingly, slurring a bit of your words. Jungkook was a bit concerned for you as he gripped your arm tighter around his bicep, leaning against you.
“I am,” he hummed lightly, opening his Mercedes GT door for you before guiding you in. “Are you okay though? You had a lot to drink.”
He strapped you in with the seatbelt as you smiled warmly. At this point, you two were really close to each other, feeling each other’s warm breaths as Jungkook’s big eyes stared into yours. He lamented quietly that you weren’t entirely there, wishing you were entirely sober so he could just kiss you right then and there. Your red warm lips were calling to him, and he wanted to kiss you so fucking bad, but only if you let him.
God, you’re so beautiful right now, he thought.
“What?” you laughed softly as he snapped out of it.
“N-nothing.”
Clearing his throat for the 1529458th time, he pulled away from your warmth and back into the winter air. Sliding his hands together to keep warm, he sprinted to the driver’s side of the car, sliding in before turning the engine on. The hot air swirled through the cabin as he turned the lights on and navigation took you home.
Not much was said during the ride to your house. Surely, he didn’t want to interrupt you slowly dozing off, mumbling to yourself as your hand laid on the center console. Jungkook’s hand was firmly on the shift gear but it achingly wanted to be there as well, holding your hand. He wanted to warm you up so badly, just like how he did it all night with you.
There must have been real chemistry between you two up until this point, Jungkook thought. There was no way all of this was platonic or you had been leading him on. All the flirty exchanges you two had for the past year started replaying in Jungkook’s mind like a broken video tape, replaying over and over until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He had to tell you. He had to confess.
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As the car came to a stop and turned off, he went over to your side to open the door again. You woke up to the brisk cold air hitting your face as you were startled awake. Jungkook’s dark silhouette encapsulated you as you pulled out of the car, only to slip from the ice below and into Jungkook’s arms.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed as he caught you immediately into his embrace. His firm, yet warm body was pressed up against your own as you giggled drunkenly, trying to maintain your balance. “God, I’m just all over you tonight huh, Jeon?”
You could feel his heavy breaths on you as you looked up. He was already staring down at you with a soft smile, his cheeks pink.
You wondered if he was going to keep hiding it from you. You knew for quite some time that Jungkook liked you a bit too much, and even in your drunken state, you wanted to tell him it was okay to lean in for a kiss. You liked him too, and you wanted him to be yours.
Under the dim streetlight, he ever so slowly leaned in, closing the gap between you two. His eyes were pensive, thinking a bit too hard on this, but you had already made up your mind.
Kiss me, Jungkook.
“If you let me,” he whispered right before your lips touched his.
You pulled him in, kissing him. His eyes closed immediately as he took control, squeezing you tightly as you two softly kissed each other, keeping warm.
Snow was falling lightly on the both of you as your lips slowly made a grin when the two of you parted.
“Always, Jungkook.”
#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook scenarios#jungkook fic#writing#mine#I WAS INSPIRED BY THE GCF LEAVE ME ALONE#short and sweet like jungkook's haircut in the gcf <3#oh i'm in love with the man so bad it's not even funny :/#i barely edited this so hfdklshg;hg#kissing jungkook in the snow o my god i'm so romantic
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Thinking about the scenario where secret agent reader (so like CIA or MI6 and things like that) meets Gaz at a bar and scores. Drinks and talking and dancing, until Gaz suggests you go back to his place. Once there, before things get steamy, you excuse yourself to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready, but it's actually to stash away your hidden weapons you carry with yourself all the time. Only, when you figure out a good spot, you already find weapons there already.
And it clicks. How he gets dodgy when work comes up, how his dance moves vaguely resemble basic fighting regiments, etc... Seems theres more to the man than just his charm.
THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA! thank you so much for submitting, I had so much fun thinking abt this funny scenario. also fr peep the side eye because that's how he'd be looking at you during the reveal HAHA
the intertwining of secret lives
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summary: When you meet a handsome 20-something in the club, you look through your rose colored glasses and ignore his eccentricities. However, when it comes time to hide a few of your necessities, you are absolutely blindsided.
pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons/violence
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Two men by the door, performing a sweep across the dance floor in opposing schedules. They're standing in front of the primary exit with another guard standing at the emergency exit. The solo guard appears 5'10-5'11, weighing around 200lbs and the bruised knuckles means he's accustomed to rowdy customers and bar fights. Based on his wide stance, I could probably sweep at his leg befor- "Hey, want to take this back to mine?" Kyle's voice whispered in your ear, interrupting your covert surveillance. You blinked a few times as you took in his offering. It was difficult for you to shut off your years of CIA training and actually relax for once. Even now, you were slightly suspicious of this unemployed and handsome 20-something who was holding you by the waist at the bar. Yet since he locked eyes with you in the crowded room, it was clear the tension was palpable. Before he could ask again, you put a hand on his.
"Is it close or do you plan on carrying me, Kyle?" you winked, and even under the dim lights, you could see his cheeks slightly heat up. As he tried to stifle down the remainder of his drink, you decided to interrogate him a bit more before he took you to his. "Your silence is telling me, you haven't been to the gym in a while," you teased as you eyed his fit figure, "you look like you're more of a cardio man anyways." He shook his head at your not-so-subtle observations, having an endearing chuckle at the comment. "Well you did say my dancing looked like some silly American MMA thing," you giggled as he said that. It was just a sarcastic comment you made as you saw him methodically make his way across the dance floor, dodging the various drinks and drunken moves of the other patrons. "Anyways," he continued, downing his drink, "you might have just revealed my love for some combat training." With that, he gave you a wink and you melted in your seat. You found yourself endeared by his subtle jokes and shining smile. It made you push aside all the stress of work and effortlessly lie through your teeth about your hidden life.
After you closed your tab, Kyle held the door for you and ushered you politely out of the loud club. He walked beside you, hand in pockets and a relaxed smile on his face, as he navigated through the streets. You made small talk about some of the wild moments from the club and the fact you had both spent a fortune on drinks and shots. "Glad I saved up for this vacation," you lied, continuing with your story of an American tourist in London, "the 9-5 was all worth it for some strong drinks and a pretty face." In the cold night air, you could see his face become illuminated with the street light and the way his cheeks curved up in a hearty laugh. "You Americans and your toxic work culture," he chided as he bumped you with his elbow, "hopefully I can show you how to take it slow tonight." You blushed profusely at the comment and bit your lip as Kyle took a turn to a row of flats.
"This one's mine," he whispered and fumbled to find his keys. You stood there idly as you looked down at the street. It seemed quiet, nothing, particularly of notice. In fact, if you were looking for a safe house this would be ideal as it was perfectly tucked in between mundane families. "Home sweet home," he presented and you walked into the furnished flat. You peeked around and noticed the lack of personality within the home besides some paintings and postcards. A thin layer of dust lay amongst everything and the house smelled distinctly of a wall plug-in, probably bought this morning. He noticed your gaze and shrugged slightly. "I haven't had time to make this place nice," he sheepishly confessed, "been helping out with my family for the last few weeks." You nodded before you walked closer to him. "So what do you want to do now that I'm here?" you flirted before you closed the gap with a soft placement of your lips on his.
You felt a mix of happiness and uncertainty in your stomach. To the special agent inside you, it was the sign things were going a bit too well. But to the normal person, it was the presence of butterflies in your stomach. He tasted of a mix of alcohols and smelled vaguely of wood and santal. He wrapped his strong arms around you as you shuffled backward to the bedroom. You could feel him lower you softly onto the bed before you pulled him a bit closer with your arms around his neck. As he pulled up to look at you in this vulnerable state, you realized you were being poked by an object. Your mind went to a certain place for a moment until you realized it was actually the knife strapped to your thigh that was poking you. Your face dropped when you realized where things were going. You hastily pushed Kyle off of you before running off unceremoniously to the bathroom. "Sorry just have to pee! Those drinks are running through me," you joked through the door as you navigated to the master bathroom across the room.
"Take your time," you could hear him echo through the door as you put down the toilet seat. You looked around the small bathroom and tried to figure out where to hide the knife. More like knives, you thought when you realized you had another two strapped to your boot. "Oh fuck me," you whispered as you tried to look around. Within the bathroom, there was a small medicine cabinet with a mirror and a few drawers underneath the sink. You flushed the toilet hurriedly and ran the sink as you opened up the bottom drawer ever so carefully. When you opened it, you were not expecting to see another collection of tactical knives and a gun facing back at you. You tried to stifle your surprise as you gently picked up the firearm. You turned it to see it was inscribed with PROPERTY OF THE ROYAL ARMY etched into the side. You placed it down gently as underneath it lay an official-looking ID. You read the details quickly as you focused on the serious face of one Sergeant Kyle Garrick. You looked at the picture resembling the man in the next room, verifying all of the signature markings of an official government ID. "You alright in there?" you could hear his question as you quickly shut the drawer. You hastily turned off the tap before returning to the bedroom.
Kyle was lying casually on the bed and you could tell he had generously sprayed some vanilla room spray to cover up the mustiness of the unattended flat. Explains the dust and lack of furnishings, you thought as you stood leaning against the doorway. "Find anything interesting?" he flatly asked and you couldn't help but be caught off guard for the first time this evening. "What do you mean?" you bluffed but he stopped you with a flick of his hand. "The sink was running for a bit too long," he joked, "plus I know what those drawers sound like when they slam." You let out a dry laugh before sitting back next to him. "Well, I guess I should say I did find something," you said as you looked at his eyes, mixed with uncertainty, "you really should keep your weapons in a better location." As he tried to come up with a myriad of excuses, you put a hand on your chest. "As long as you don't mind if I put mine away, I won't question it, Sergeant," with that, Kyle tried to hide his surprise as you unsheathed your weapons from your person. "Do I want to know?" he joked hesitantly before you made your way on top of him. "You can ask in the morning, Garrick."
The next morning, you raced over to your hotel and barely made it to your 9 am meeting in the office suite. "Wonder who Laswell has me working with now," you mumbled as you nodded to the agents guarding the secured room. You should have seen the look on your face when you locked eyes with Kyle, who sat equally as shocked and secretly sporting a hickey underneath his uniform collar.
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pictures of you ~ bill kaulitz
background ~ you and your boyfriend were partying at a club when someone comes up to you to return your wallet. you quickly find out that it’s not your wallet, and it is infact your boyfriend’s. what you find in there makes you love him all the more.
warnings ~ NSFW!!!, praise, sub!bill😋kinda ?, oral male recieving, mentions of drinking , a bunch of bad bad stuff😄
a/n- english isnt my first languange so if there are any mistakes I’m sorry😪 okay im ngl some English words are so weird. like what is dick ???? cock??? what kind of words are that😭 lol im sorry- also this is literally my very very first time ever writing anything like this so I definitely have room for improvement, dont flame me 🙁
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I was at the club on a Saturday, with the one boy I truly loved. We had been dating for around six months, and it had been some of the best time of my life. I was dancing on the dance floor, waiting for my boyfriend to get our drinks and come back. I watched as he ordered our drinks and began to wait for the bar tender to make them. He looked so pretty. I was already a little drunk but I was able to convince Bill that I was just going to have one more drink and then be done. Our hotel was right down the street and we didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, so I figured why not.
Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see a girl. She looked a little high, and her makeup was so cute and glittery.
“Hey girl! I think this is your wallet.”, she yelled over the loud music, pushing the wallet into my chest, forcing me to take it. Before i could protest, she disappeared into the dancing crowd. I looked around, a little confused. I didn’t even bring my wallet, so it definitely wasn’t mine. I opened it to try and figure out whose it was. I quickly found out why she thought it was my wallet. Where there was supposed to be an I.D, there was a picture of me. I was kinda drunk so I didn’t even process what was happening. I just wondered how this person got a picture of me. I looked through the wallets, only finding some credit cards and a little bit of cash. Then I checked the last little slot and found an I.D. I pulled it out and immediately smiled. It was Bill’s. How could I be so stupid? Of course it was my boyfriend’s. I put the I.D back in and then went to pull out the picture of me to get a closer look. I soon discovered that the picture of me was not just a single picture, there were many. Pictures of me playing guitar, doing my makeup, at the beach, laughing, sleeping, dancing, etc. my heart was so full of love for him. on the back of the photos, he wrote cute little captions and the date.
“sweet girl playing in the sand 6/7”
“sleepy angel 7/10”
“could listen to her laugh on repeat 3/4”
I put all the photos back into the wallet. I couldn’t believe how incredibly sweet my boyfriend was. I wanted to give him all the love in the world because he deserved it. He was genuinely the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to hug and kiss him into oblivion. I loved him more than anything, and it felt the absolute best to know he loved me too. I looked up to see him approach me with our drinks and his adorable smile.
“Hey, love, I have our drinks- wait I was looking for that!! I had to use the cash in my pocket for these!”, Bill exclaimed, motioning to his wallet. His smile was so bright and it made me feel all warm inside, knowing someone as beautiful as he was loved me.
“You keep pictures of me in your wallet?”, I questioned. His smile began to fade into an embarrassed look, like I had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his feet for a second.
“Yea.”
I gently grabbed his jaw and moved his head up to look me in the eyes again. I smiled so he knew that I wasn’t upset for whatever reason he thought I was.
“When did you even take these and print them all?”, i asked, petting his hair and gazing up at him.
“Oh, well, I took them with that digital camera I got for my birthday a couple years ago. And I’ve been taking and printing them for a couple months now, Tom had to teach me how to print them small enough to fit into my wallet. I had to buy special paper so that they would be shiny, y’know?”, he nervously chuckled as he rambled. I looked at him with pure admiration and love.
“Why do you have them?”
“Well, I just like to have pictures of you I guess. I wish you were with me all the time, but obviously you can’t be, so it’s just nice to have little reminders of you that I can take everywhere with me. It’s stupid, I know. When I’m at the studio all day, or when I’m on tour and i dont see you for a couple days, i just miss you a lot so I look at the pictures of you. Its kind of embarrassing that you found them…”, he said, clearly flustered.
“Bill, baby, it’s not stupid or embarrassing at all. It makes me feel so loved and so good to know that you like me enough to keep pictures of me in your wallet because you miss me or wish I was with you. I don’t think you understand how much I absolutely love you, and how badly I want to show you right now.”
A smirk grew on his face, especially at my last sentence.
“Finish your drink and then we are going back fo hotel.”, i said, taking my drink from his hand. I began to drink it, extremely fast. He watched intently, realizing exactly what you wanted to do. Bill chugged his drink too. I looked him up and down as he did so.
I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the club, he followed close behind like a lost puppy.
The cold whipped against our faces as we swiftly walked over to our hotel. We sped walked into the lobby, and despite how fast we were going, Bill still said hello to the old woman who sat behind the check-in desk. That’s just how sweet he was, practically tooth-rotting.
I pulled him into the elevator and pushed the button for our level. I looked over at Bill, who was clearly excited. He was swinging out interlocked hands back and forth, looking anywhere in the elevator but me. As soon as the doors shut, I pushed him against the wall and pulled his face down so our lips could meet. I was pressed up against him, kissing him hard. He squeezed my hand, which was still holding his. I heard the elevator ding so I pulled away. His eyes were full of desire.
I guided him over to our room, holding the door open for him. He mumbled a quiet, “thank you, baby” before stepping in. I was fast to go in too, putting the “do not disturb” sign on the knob before hastily shutting and locking it. I turned over to Bill, who had already kicked his shoes off and was now sitting patiently at the end of the bed.
I took my heels off and began to walk over to him, antagonizingly slow. I watched as his eyes scanned my body, chewing on his bottom lip. I climbed on top of him with each of my legs on the outside of his, straddling him. I put him hands on each side of his jaw and used my thumbs so caress his cheeks.
“you make me feel so good all the time, bill. you’re the most caring person I know. that’s why I want to make tonight about you. I want to take care of you and make you feel good, exactly the way you do for me. Can i do that tonight, please?”, I said softly. He swallowed hard and nodded quickly.
“I need words, baby.”
“Yes, yes please.”, he said in a rushed tone.
“Good.”, i smiled before leaning in and ever so gently kissing him. It was a kiss from pure appreciation. I deepened the kiss, using my hands to pull him closer to me, if that was even possible. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at it ever so slightly. I knew how much he loved it. I began to start slowly grinding myself against him, and in no time, I could feel a tent in his pants start to form. I loved how quickly I could make him hard. He pulled away, breathing hard.
“Please, I- I need you.”, he said in between pants.
I smiled and nodded. I got off of him and started to unbutton his jeans. I grabbed the sides and slowly pulled them down, revealing his black boxers that you could clearly see his erection through. It looked like that was already a little wet spot on them from pre-cum.
“are you excited, sweet boy?”, i cooed.
“yes, please, I need you to touch me.”, he hastily replied.
I pulled them down and watched as his errction sprung up. just the sight of it made me flustered.
I licked a long stripe up the underside of his length and heard him gasp. I decided to stop teasing and began to bob my head up and down on him.
he threw his head back and gripped on the sheets. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as i continued to go down on him. I could tell he was trying to refrain himself from being loud. little noises still managed to escape his throat. he repeated my name over and over again in tiny moans.
I pushed my head all the way down so his tip hit the back of my throat. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I came up for a breath of air before going back down and deep throating him once again. I felt him start to twitch in your mouth, showing me he was close. I started to swirl my tongue around his tip while my hands took care of the rest of it. his hands got tangled in my hair but he didn’t push my head. I bobbed my head down a couple more times and listened as he whimpered. he kept muttering little praises to me. I knew he was about to finish. He looked a little sweaty on his face.
“ugh- please, keep going, princess. I’m almost there.”
I hummed in response, which just about threw him over the edge. he bucked his hips up into me, craving every last bit of satisfaction he could get. he finished in my mouth and i swallowed. he loved when I did that, said it was the “sexiest thing ever”. he watched as i did, his eyes fixed on my face. i climbed up to him and cupped his face. I kissed him very gently. I pulled away, but our foreheads were still connected. His eyes searched mine, and I could tell that he found whatever he was looking for in them. The little grin on his face told me so.
“i love you.”, he whispered.
“I love you too, Bill.”, i whispered back before giving him another kiss. I pulled back and admired him for a second.
I thought about how everyone deserves someone like Bill. Just not my Bill. I was forever grateful and knew I would be forever in love with my one and only, Bill.
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Something Else-Pt. 1
pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader
chapter summary: You're dragged out to a night at the bar by your friend Anna, remeeting her boyfriend and his friends. But this time, they've brought another friend that you're pretty sure they are trying to set you up with
rating: 18+ (no minors please)
word count: 3.9k
warnings etc: Frankie w/o a daughter, triple frontier movie plot has happened but is not mentioned as of yet, eventual smut (not this chapter but it will build), fluff, pet names, friendships, jealousy, competition, drinking, 2nd person pov, no use of y/n
A/N: Hi there! I'm very excited to be putting this story out there that I have been thinking about for a while but wasn't willing to write down until I had more of a plan and some organization. I am not at the point where I know how many parts it will be, BUT fun things are planned regardless. Let me know what you think :)
Anna is your prettiest friend. To be honest, you envied her, always pulling guys that you silently had your eye on, confidently going through life without a care in the world. She was talented that way and unintentionally attracted everyone around her to her realm. You wished you could be like her in some ways.
You loved her like a sibling and wanted nothing but to make her happy; except to maybe go to the bar with her tonight. “Please, honey? Santi is bringing a couple friends.” She whined, looking at you through the mirror as she was applying the last of her lip gloss. Her dress was tight-tighter than you had ever seen her in before, pink and ruched over her abdomen like she stepped right out of the 2000s. You had never really thought about wearing a dress like that.
You sighed heavily, adjusting the shirt that you had already put on for the occasion to cover your belly button. You were willing a couple hours ago, but as it got later you started to think it wasn’t worth it anymore. The way your bra dug into your side, the way your underwear was never really in the right place so that it didn’t show lines under your jeans made you want to take it all off-and seeing her dressed the way she was made you feel inadequate. “If we don’t leave in the next 10 minutes I’m bailing. I want to be in my pajamas and eating popcorn, not…standing around watching you make out with your boyfriend.”
Anna tried to hide her smile in the mirror, but you knew she was satisfied, standing up and fluffing her hair once more before grabbing her purse. She seemed to be on a mission you weren’t privy to yet, and quickly turned around to you. “Perfect, because we are leaving now.”
Holding back the eye roll was a job all on its own.
The prep in the back of the taxi made you more nervous. You had met Santiago before-referred to as Pope by his buddies Will and Benny. It had been at this same bar you were going to that you had first met Santiago, and had given him a strained smile before leaving and not seeing him again for months. It was not lost on you how many times Anna had suggested going out again, wanting to reminisce or some shit at this same place. It was always a hard pass.
Something about the bar you were heading to was going to make you dizzy. Maybe it was the way it used to be a dance hall, and the sweat of past people lingered in your nose, or maybe it was how it was too dark, even with the strobing lights. But being prepped for it in the back of the taxi made you want to hurl. “It will be Santi, Will, Benny and they are bringing Frankie,” Anna says nonchalantly, staring down at her phone and typing out a text message.
“Who’s Frankie?” You asked quietly, looking out the window as the taxi slowed down at the red light just before the bar. There was a line out the door and standing and waiting to go in made you want to get out now and start walking back.
“He has come the past couple of times, but he was on the same team as Santi.” Anna brushes off, looking down at her phone again before smiling like a giddy child-must be Santi on the other end.
The same team. Great.
It was nothing against Will and Benny, but they were…characters. All three of them, Santi, Will, and Benny together were overwhelming. Benny and Will were polite, kind and would speak to you while Santi and Anna were all over each other, but they had their sights on other people. Not that you wanted to be with them-the brothers were intimidating. Will had given you the most amount of attention for a couple of times you had been dragged along, but it wasn’t interesting to you. And that is what you assumed Frankie would be. Friend groups that were formed in the military and called themselves a team seemed like a disaster.
Stepping out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk was simple enough, especially when Anna squealed and started running toward Santi. His arms were open, smiling, and ready to catch her as she launched herself into his arms. Adjusting your shirt again to cover your stomach, plastering a smile onto your face, and greeting Will when he gives you a wave. His arm is quick to get around your shoulder and drag you forward, a one-sided hug squeezed into you. “You tagging along tonight?” He asks quietly, looking down at you.
“Yeah, figured I would try to be fun for once. But Anna only got me here after I threatened to stay home if she took too much longer.” You laugh out, looking up to Will and over to Benny. You see a baseball cap just behind him, who you assume to be Frankie.
“This is Frankie!” Anna screeches, scrambling out of Santiago’s grip to grab onto Frankie’s arm. She motions over to you and introduces you to him, smiling widely.
The men around you are silent, watching you and Frankie smile politely at each other. This suddenly feels…planned. “They drag you here too?” You ask quietly, watching a blush creep up his cheeks as he takes a hand out of his pocket and scratches the back of his neck.
You feel Will push you forward, letting go of your shoulder and nonchalantly pick up a conversation with Benny. Anna is still watching on, smiling and giddy and you just know this was her idea. “Uh, yeah. They said it was fun.” Frankie says just as quietly, clearing his throat and looking over at Anna puzzled.
Santiago swoops in, grabbing Anna around the waist and lifting her off her feet. “Let’s go, gang, the bouncer knows us.”
You look at Frankie knowingly, patting his arm and stepping in front of him to trail behind Anna. This seemed like it was going to be a longer night than you had originally intended, but at least you weren’t the quietest of the group. You miss the look that Will gives Frankie once you’ve stepped in front, and how Frankie pushes Will out of his way to trail behind you.
Frankie had not wanted to go out. Will had hit him up with a “wanna get laid tonight?” and Frankie had rolled his eyes. He was not in the mood to deal with Will’s antics.
But when Pope called him shortly after, said he was bringing his girl and one of her friends, that she wasn’t interested in Will or Benny but that Frankie would be perfect to get her to be less uptight…Frankie sighed and said sure.
This always seemed to happen. The boys would set him up with some girl that none of them liked so that they could pursue other options. Frankie didn’t mind-he rarely slept with them, and the girls were always beautiful. They were just never his type. Frankie was used to being the babysitter of the group.
Standing around and waiting outside the bar made him anxious for some reason. He had never been to this bar and was being coached by Benny on how you acted. “She’s tough. She gives no leeway. Will tried to swoop in with her twice now and both times she has just left. She buys her own drinks too, don’t even bother.”
It piqued Frankie’s interest that Will had gone after you and you had turned him down. Maybe this wasn’t going to be a babysitting scenario.
When you stepped out of the taxi completely calm, watching Anna beeline it for Santi, Frankie slid behind Benny. You were, in fact, gorgeous. And the way you smiled at Will didn’t convince Frankie that he was totally off limits. The way your hair slid over your shoulder as you looked up at Will; the small smile you graced him with made Frankie want to melt into a puddle. There was no way he would be able to carry a conversation with you.
And then you spoke to him so softly. “They drag you here too?” As if you didn’t dress for the part, or look like you were meant to be dancing in a club. And the way you touched his arm as you passed him had him frozen in place, eyeing Will with that knowing look. They set him up and he wasn’t sure he was mad about it anymore.
An hour had gone by and you were people watching from the bar. Will and Frankie were behind you as you spoke to Benny. “Don’t you think I can go home yet?” You whined, dizzy from the tequila shots that Will had supposedly bought for Anna, and forgot that she didn’t drink tequila. A rum and coke sat in your hand, swirling the ice and taking another sip. You were feeling warm, sweat on your hairline that made you wish you had brought a hair tie.
“Why would you go home now?” Will yelled in your ear, sweaty hand touching your shoulder to get you to turn around. You spun too quickly, feeling Will’s hand tighten around you for an instant to make sure you were okay, smiling at him as a silent thanks. You locked eyes with Frankie for a moment, his stare burning into your skin.
“You guys are boring.” You smiled sweetly, laughing when Will scoffed and bumped Frankie in the shoulder.
“Can you believe that? She says we’re boring.” He yells again.
You reach up to your ear and rub at your jaw, the sound of the bass hurting your inner ear. You glance over to the outside deck area that is relatively unoccupied and has an exit stair to the sidewalk below for quick escapes. It’s tempting to slowly make your way over there, maybe make a run for it and hail a cab before anyone notices. Anna wouldn’t be too mad-it’s not the first time you’ve just left after giving it an hour's chance? You glance back to where Will has removed himself, bopping into a circle of dancing girls, and see Frankie sliding up the bar to you. His arm is warm against yours, the smell of his cologne tickling at your nose. Citrus? He leans in to say something, but you can’t hear him.
You shake your head and tap at your ear again, crinkling up your face as a sorry. He pauses and looks to be debating something before grabbing your hand, motioning for the outside deck. His hand in yours feels rough but gentle, a quick squeeze to hold your attention. You nod, smiling at him for reading your mind.
You can’t help but notice how broad his shoulders are as you trail behind him, his hand still holding on to your hand to lead you to the deck. His shirt is tight across his arms, his small nod to excuse himself through the crowd before he turns around to check on you. When he opens the door for you to step out ahead of him, the sound immediately drops away into the sound of cars passing by. “Oh, thank god.”
“It’s too loud in there to have a conversation,” Frankie says with a small chuckle, shutting the door behind him and taking a sip of his beer. He stares at you for a moment, unsure what to say next.
“Easier to escape too.” You sigh, sitting on one of the stools and looking at him. It’s the first time you’ve been able to actually look at Frankie straight on. His shoulders are screaming to be out of his shirt, and his hair is curling at the edges of his cap sitting firmly on his head. It could be the alcohol currently in your system, but you want to reach out and touch one of them.
He takes a step over to the stool next to yours, bumping your arm gently before looking out onto the street below. “I tried asking in there if you had been to this bar before?” He sounds nervous, and you plaster on a smile to ease his tension.
You nodded along, sipping again on your rum and coke. “Yeah. Anna said you had come along the past couple of times?”
Frankie’s eyebrows furrow, looking over at you and then blushing. “I uh…I’ve not been here before, no.” He laughs, taking another sip of his drink. “This is the first time I’ve met Anna, actually.”
You tilt your head at him, curious about his answer. “You’ve never met her before?”
When he shakes his head no, your brain takes longer to catch up than usual. But looking back into the bar and seeing Will, Benny, and Anna all looking back at you, scrambling away from the window, tells you that it was all a ploy. “We were set up, it seems.” You mumble, slightly annoyed.
Of course, Anna was setting you up with a complete stranger. Sure, Frankie was cute but you didn’t know anything about him beyond his broad shoulders and his blush. Why did she assume you couldn’t take care of yourself? You turn back to him after sipping down the rest of your drink. “Sorry, they dragged you into this.”
Frankie’s laugh relaxes your annoyed expression, his eyes bright with humor. “Don’t worry about it.” He sighs and faces you again. “Benny was telling me that you’ve turned him and Will down twice.”
You scoff, finishing off your drink. “They haven’t asked!” You exclaim, smiling when he chuckles. “Both times I’ve met them they have walked off to talk to other girls.”
“Did you want them to talk to you? Will seems pretty interested.” Frankie amends, motioning to the window again where you can see Will grinding on some girl, Benny shaking his head at the bar at his brother in slight disgust. “Well…not when he’s doing that.”
You laugh, hiccupping at the end before facing Frankie and shaking your head. “Maybe I’m just tipsy, but he’s kinda boring.” You admit, shrugging. “And if they think they’ve tried and I’ve not noticed then I’m not sure it would work out anyways.”
Frankie hums, setting his beer down. “What makes you notice? When someone is trying, I mean.” He says quietly, his hand laying on the bartop between you, fingers outstretched casually in your direction.
You shrug, clicking your tongue. “I think that’s hard to pinpoint. I guess I have to want the attention too.” You admit. Curiosity gets the better of you and you look at him again. “What do you do to show you’re interested?”
Frankie doesn’t move, squinting his eyes slightly before tipping his head back and forth. “Depends. I’m not…not usually very loud about my intentions. Not dancing up on someone,” He motions to where Will is still grinding, now with another girl. “But I like having private conversations. Seeing what someone is like.”
Your eyes trail down Frankie’s neck as he’s talking, his neck muscles moving as he motions to the rest of the bar, the way he’s leaning. When he stops, you look back up to his eyes to see this quiet smirk gracing his face, as if he caught you checking him out. “What am I like?”
He smiles fully, teeth white under his plush lips before he shakes his head. “Well, you’re…something else. I haven’t figured you out yet.”
You hum, tapping your finger on the bartop before coming to the conclusion that you do want to leave, but want some company. “Would you want to walk me home to find out more?”
It’s like Frankie is frozen, unsure of what move to make. You’re suddenly worried that you shouldn’t have said anything, shouldn’t have offered and you’re about to take it back when he says “Of course.”
Frankie is really nervous. Like, he’s not sure if he should have offered to walk you home-not because he doesn’t want to, but because he thinks he is going to make a right fool of himself on this walk, no matter how many shots you’ve had.
You’re swaying as you walk, bumping into him every once in a while and giggling when you do. He wants to wrap his arm around your shoulder like how Will did when he first greeted you, but he doesn’t want to overstep your boundaries. He mumbles out a “careful" with a chuckle after the third time, making you blush bright red. “It’s alright, cariño. Do you need my help?”
You nod at him and wrap your arm around his middle, leaning your head against his chest and allowing one of his arms to wrap around your shoulders. “This is embarrassing. I was fine at the bar.” You mumble out, your jean-covered leg rubbing against the side of his as you both take steps.
“It’s alright. You just direct me to where you want to go.” Frankie smiles, rubbing his hand up and down your exposed arm to bring some warmth to you. You feel good under his arm, wondering briefly how far away you live.
His phone in his pocket vibrates, and he pulls it out to see a text from Benny.
You dirty dog
Frankie rolls his eyes and shoves it back in, continuing on your trek down the sidewalk. “How far do you live from here?”
“Only a couple blocks, I swear.” You say quickly, snapping your head up to him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, is this too long of a walk?” You hiccup, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk with him.
Frankie can’t help but laugh, rubbing his hand up your arm again and giving you a squeeze. “No, it’s okay.”
You nod along, allowing him to get you moving again. The streets are familiar, and the cool air is helping you be less dizzy. When you finally arrive at your front stoop, you reach in your pocket for your keys that you swear were there. Frankie watches you with a critical eye, wondering what you’re fumbling for. “I…can’t find my keys.”
Frankie stands there while you continue to look, reaching into every pocket again and then searching through your purse. He hides his smirk when you shove your purse at him for him to dig through, coming up with nothing more than a pack of gum and a few extra pens you are carrying around. “What do you want to do then, cariño?”
The sight of you biting your lip has Frankie let out a big huff that you interpret as him being annoyed. “I’m so sorry, I uh…I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes are filling with tears quicker than he realized, his worry getting the better of him as he brings his hands to your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll text Pope to ask if Anna has your key.” Frankie says quietly, moving the hair that has fallen in your face out of your eyes and behind your ear, pulling you to him to support you. “It’s alright, don’t worry.”
You nod solemnly, laughing at yourself briefly. “I don’t typically act like this, I swear.” You sniffle, pulling away slightly and smiling. “I wanted to stay home tonight and watch a movie but Anna had insisted–”
“Don’t worry.” Frankie amends again, bringing his palm to your cheek and feeling how you lean into him. He’s taking a chance, but he wants to spend more time with you. “Do you want to go to my place and watch a movie? That way we don’t have to wait for Pope?”
Your eyes are glazed over as you stare at him, contemplating what he has said. “Yeah…okay. I think that’s okay.”
Frankie is just so nice. You had never really come across someone that was just so plainly a good person. Sure, you were sure Will, Benny, and Santiago would have offered for you to go to their place and crash on their couch too, but they had met you a few times.
Frankie just met you and is giving you an extra shirt and pair of sweatpants and has already told your friend where you are. He’s turned on his TV and set it up to automatically turn off after a few hours, and he’s sitting on the other end of the couch with his hat still on, his jeans changed for matching sweatpants and is intent on staring at the screen. He’s set a pillow and a fluffy blanket on the coffee table in front of you both, enticingly soft looking.
You were able to look at your phone and see that Anna had messaged you multiple emojis that held innuendos, but you’ve been unable to answer with a definitive of whether or not those emojis would even be accurate in the morning. You glance over to Frankie as he adjusts his leg, eyes locking with his briefly which makes him blush. “You uh…you’re very polite.”
Frankie lets out a quick chuckle at that. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You nod, a smile barely raising before a yawn escapes and you lean farther back into Frankie’s couch. The leather is warm under your fingers, sagging with you as you lean back and enveloping you in its warmth. You close your eyes, feeling the alcohol still move through your bloodstream like it is on a mission to keep you drunk. You faintly hear the TV, not thinking much about it before nodding off fully.
You vaguely wake up when you feel calloused hands on your shoulder, mumbling incoherently. “Cariño? Do you need help?”
You think this is a strange question until you open your eyes, seeing Frankie in front of you without his baseball cap on, and a small smile. “What?”
Frankie brings a hand up to your cheek, his thumbs coming up to smooth your eyebrows over and over again in a soothing motion. “It’s clearly time for bed.” He chuckles out, eyes searching your face before looking back into your heavily lidded eyes. “Do I need to carry you?”
You don’t really understand what he means until he has lifted you over his shoulder, laughing when you grunt out in surprise. You’re being walked through his apartment, the hallway dark, and the TV light only showing bits and pieces of the living room. He sets you down gently on cool sheets, laying you back and pulling up the covers. “I thought I was sleeping on the couch.” You say quietly, looking up at Frankie again.
He pauses for only a moment before pulling the blankets higher, up to your chin. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He scoffs, pushing the hair on your forehead away again before giving you a final smile. “The bathroom is just across the hall.”
Frankie shut off the lights on his way out the door and turned to see you had already shut your eyes again, mouth falling open as it had on his couch when he had turned to see your reaction to the joke on the screen and found you asleep.
He releases a sigh as he sits down on the couch again, reaching for his pillow and blanket that he set out and arranging himself to continue to watch what was mindlessly playing. He can’t stop thinking about how you leaned into him when he would touch your face, or how you began tearing up when you thought he would be upset with you.
His eyes begin to droop, wondering what made you think he would react differently, and hoping you would let him show you otherwise.
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AITA for pointing out the fact that the groom’s family at my sister’s wedding were all wearing funeral clothes?
i (23NB) went to my sister’s (29F) wedding. not as part of the bridal party, i requested to be left out because she wanted her bridal party all in very feminine dresses and i present masc. but i helped with the floral arranging and paperwork so i felt like i contributed decently
my sister’s new husband (20M) is a nice guy, he’s very sweet to my sister. i think he’s a little young for her but our own parents actually have the same length age gap so i can’t really argue without causing other problems. tbh i have no issues with the relationship itself since she met him when he was an adult and he has been a very supportive partner to her
the wedding was at a christian church near us that our family “attends” but none of us besides our very religious aunt go to much anymore. it was a nice event, the colors were pastel yellow and peach. i helped set things up when i got there and then hung out with the groom’s party a little to see if they needed help on their end. after that i started greeting the arriving guests with our dad (48M)
here’s where i may be the asshole:
while my dad and i were shaking hands and directing guests around, i started noticing a weird pattern. a lot of our family were showing up in what i figured is pretty standard formal wear for a summer wedding at a church. lots of navy blue blazers, light pink dresses, tan/gray pantsuits, etc… a lot of random variation. but the groom’s family were by comparison all very much matching. in fact, at first, i thought maybe my sister had told them to dress in specific colors
they were all wearing black.
black suits, black dresses, black pantsuits… the only ones wearing any color were some of the kids who were wearing navy blue or gray. it got a little obvious when both his parents stood in front of us wearing black, dad and i wearing much more colorful attire. hell my own tie had pinky peach stripes to match the flowers
i didn’t say anything about it at first. i assumed there was something i didn’t know or that i was maybe just overreacting. but, as the event got underway, i noticed that the groom’s family were being a little distant. his sister (20s?F) in particular seemed to be stone-faced and didn’t return the greeting i offered, instead just staring at me and then huffing before she went to sit down. she was wearing a long black dress.
i haven’t met his family more than once or twice in the year and a half they’ve been together, but it seemed strange. they aren’t Addams Family types, black isn’t a standard color for them as far as i know. especially not the MIL (40s?F) whose home from what i remember is all pinks and florals
i finally decided to voice my confusion to my dad after the ceremony, when we were all sat down to eat before the dancing got started. he told me it was definitely weird, but to not tell my sister during the wedding. she definitely hadn’t asked them to specifically dress like that. i agreed i had no plans to tell her since it could stress her out
there were a couple more suspicious things like the speech that the groom’s brother (21M) gave where he made a pretty pointed cradle robbing joke and then the MIL leaving abruptly after the speeches… and i didn’t get talked to almost at all by any of his family besides his brother
during the party, i had a couple drinks and hung out with some of my sister’s bridesmaids. i off-handedly joked with one of them that it was weird to wear funeral clothes to a wedding, even though both take place in a church. she asked me what i was talking about so i, being tipsy and not thinking, explained everything…
i shouldn’t have been surprised that by the end of the night the gossip had made it to my sister and she was livid. she said some pretty hurtful things about me not being in her bridal party and “barely being [her] sister anymore” and we both left the interaction crying. i know she went too far and blew up at me, but i also think that she really is making a bad decision by marrying a guy so much younger than her, whose family seem to maybe even disapprove of it
i kinda hate that i noticed it and said anything but i also kinda hate my sister’s choices and what she said to me… AITA?
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The Rave'N - NSFW
Larissa Weems x fReader one shot ~4k words
Reader attends their first Rave'N dance and flirts with the hot principal. (I really don't like writing this stuff with students, but it was the only way it would work, it's self indulgent for me lol)
Warnings: dom Rissa sub reader, smut, cunnilingus, etc, reader is 22
Tonight was the night of the Rave 'N dance. You've been a student at Nevermore for two years now, but you didn't attend the dance last year because you didn't have a date. This year, you still didn't have a date, but you no longer cared, you didn’t need one. You came out this year after coming to terms with the fact that you liked girls, but you only had a few friends here at school. You were part of the older student cohort. There was a group of you who, for whatever reason, didn't finish school by the time you were 18. Your reason was that you missed out on a few years due to troubles with your ability and personal reasons. You were now 22 and still in high school, but luckily Nevermore didn't discriminate against anyone.
You were standing in the mirror wearing your new cream colored suit, something you never had the confidence to wear before. You did your makeup darker than usual and straightened your hair, something you didn’t do often as your hair was naturally curly. You were excited, giddy even to go to the dance tonight because although you had no date, you knew a certain headmistress would be there. You made your way to your friends room where you all played drinking games until it was time for the dance.
As you entered the dance hall, the principal was there to greet the students. "Welcome to the Rave' N" she smiled big and spoke in the sweetest tone you've ever heard come out of her mouth. She looked stunning. Her silver dress and diamond necklace fit her like a glove, just like the elegant ones she was wearing. She stopped you and looked you up and down before she said "My, my Y/N, that suit looks marvellous on you." Despite being drunk, all you could muster was a quiet thank you as a blush took over your face. You followed your friends to the dance floor, mad at yourself for not being able to say anything more clever to the older woman. After dancing for awhile, you and your friends made your way over to the punch bowl. You took a drink of punch, this definitely was not spiked. You and your friends were old enough to drink, so you usually bought alcohol for the younger students. Tonight, your friend wanted to rebel and planned to spike the punch. You offered to go distract the headmistress while they did so.
You spotted her in the corner alone and walked over to her. Knowing that you had to distract her, you mustered enough courage to say something more than you did before. "Good evening Principal Weems, you look gorgeous tonight." She smiled down at you, "Thank you Y/N, did I tell you how much I love that suit on you?" You giggled, "Yes, you did." It was silent for a minute, and you saw her eyes start to wander around the room. Panicking, you came up with "The decorations look amazing, did you do all this yourself?" "Oh of course not" she chuckled, laying her hand on your arm. "Y/N, why are you here talking to little old me, go have fun with your date" she smiled. You blushed again, she wasn't little, and she wasn't old. "I don't have a date Principal Weems, and I thought you could use some company." Her smile faded as you confessed this to her. You didn't know if she was disappointed that you didn't have a date, or because she was lonely, and you noticed. You looked over at your friends as they were beckoning you back to them. "I guess I have to go, it's always nice to talk with you Principal Weems" you smiled at her as you walked off.
Your friend passed you a glass of punch and you all made your way to the dance floor. As you were dancing, you kept peeking over to where the principal was. After some time had passed, she hadn't moved from that corner, and only one person went over to talk with her that you had noticed. As you made your way to get another drink, you looked over to her and caught her already looking your way. You smiled and gave her a wink before you emerged back onto the dance floor. You felt bad, you really wanted to bring her some punch, but if you did she would surely taste the alcohol.
You and your friend Allie were screaming to a throwback song "The club can't even handle me right now" and you were having the time of your life. You jumped around to the music with your hands in the air. When you were caught off guard, Allie grabbed your face and gave you a lingering kiss, a friendly caught up in the moment kiss, you presumed. Honestly, you didn't care. That was until you realized that if the principal saw, she would probably be angry about PDA at a school event. Your eyes scanned over to her again, and she gave you a sly grin before she lifted her hand and made a 'come here' action with her finger.
Nervously, you made your way back over to the principal. She narrowed her eyes, "Y/N, I have a question for you." "Sure Principal Weems" you stated, looking at the ground. She put her finger under your chin and lifted it so you would meet her gaze. "Are you intoxicated?" You froze, stuttering out a "No, no, uh- why would you say that?" "Oh, you just seem more care free tonight where you're usually more reserved. Might I even say, flirty?" You smiled a smile that told her you were embarrassed, and she knew that she was right. "Y/N this is a school event, you know I can’t condone that." You nodded your head, you had been caught. "I'm sorry Principal Weems. Can we wait until tomorrow to discuss my punishment?" She paused for a moment before coming back with "No. I want you in my office when the dance is over." Ugh, why had your friends not been caught? Did she know that they were drunk too? In their defence, they weren't flirting with the principal like you were. "I will see you then" you mumbled before making your way back to the dance floor.
You decided to leave the dance before it was over to have some time to yourself. You made your way to her office when you thought the dance would be ending. You knocked on her door and got no response, so you sat outside of her office to wait. After half an hour, you wondered what was taking her so long. Maybe she forgot she asked you to meet her? Just as you thought this, she strutted up the hall looking as angry as you've ever seen her, almost. You stood up and took in her image. She was covered in red. Blood? You didn’t know. What you did know though, was that her white hair and white skin and silver dress and jewellery were no longer pristine. Your mouth dropped open. "What the hell happened to you?" you questioned, forgetting yourself. She said nothing to you and unlocked her office door, stepping in. You followed her in and she stood before you. "I see you must have left the dance early." Her tone was soft, disappointed, almost sad. You thought she would've been angry. "Yes I, I left just before the last couple songs." She turned around so you couldn't see her face. "Well, that was a good move. Somebody thought it would be hilarious to fill the fire sprinklers with, I don’t know, I think it's red paint." You were stunned, too stunned to speak. What kind of lousy prank was that? Just a shit ton of clean up and clothing ruined that was. "Y/N I have to deal with this, you are free of any punishment, I don’t care anymore." As she said this, you watched her bring a hand up to her head in disappointment. You felt bad to leave her like this, alone to deal with the aftermath of students. You thought that spiking the punch would be the worst thing that she may have had to deal with tonight, if she found out. "Can I help you get cleaned up?" She turned to look at you, a confused look on her face. Realizing that probably didn't sound very innocent, you stuttered out a "I mean your hair, it might take a lot to get the red out since it’s so light, maybe you need help?" She kept your gaze and thought for a moment before looking you over and then at the floor. "Yes, please."
You were in her bathroom as she same in wearing satin pajamas and carrying an old t-shirt. "Put this on, I don’t want you getting that nice suit all red paint." She threw it to you and left, letting you change. You put on her shirt and took off your pants. You thought it would be fine as you were wearing boxers underneath. The principal came back in and sat at the sink, grabbing a cloth, she started wiping the paint from her neck and chest. You grabbed her makeup wipes and took a few out before gesturing to her red stained face, "May I?" She nodded her head in approval before turning to you. You wiped the paint off of her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. You got a clean wipe and ran it over her eyes and eyebrows, removing her makeup. You brought a hand up to her chin as you bent down to wipe the red from her lips, looking into her eyes as you finished. This was the first time you saw her without makeup and the blonde of her eyelashes and brows made you smile. Turning her around, you started taking the pins out of her hair. There was so much red paint it in, you were worried it might stain. As you took the pins out, her hair slowly fell down beneath her shoulders and you gasped quietly at how long it really was. As you washed her hair in the sink, you tried your best to get the red out. Surprisingly, it came out easier than expected. "Oh good news, the red is coming out pretty good, no stains" you quipped, glad that her beautiful hair wasn't temporarily ruined. She smiled and hummed at you, she wasn't saying much. When you were done with her hair, you giggled as you noticed her ears. "What?" she stated in a worried tone. "You have red all in your ears" you smiled, grabbing a wipe and cleaning them up. As you leaned over her to clean the other ear, you made eye contact with her by accident. You were trying not to look at her as you were so close to her face. When you did, she looked lovingly into your eyes and gave you a smile. You froze again, her eyes were so piercing it made you shiver. Standing up you backed away, "All clean now!" She turned to look at herself in the mirror and was met with soaked hair and a pale face, no trace of red left. "All clean now" she said in a rather depressing tone.
She got up and walked out of the bathroom, beckoning you to follow her. You slipped on your white pants and followed her as she made her way back to her office. "Would you like some wine Y/N?" You stood there confused, was this a trick? She saw the look on your face and sighed. "I know, I know, you're not supposed to be drinking at school events, but you are of age, and I could use one myself." You chuckled at her turn of thinking, "I would love some."
You both sat on her couch in front of the warm fire. You watched her as the flames illuminated her beautiful features, the heat slowly drying her wavy hair. "So, Allie seems to like you" she stated, looking at you and raising one eyebrow. You thought about this for a second before you burst out laughing. Allie was sweet, and hot, no doubt, but she was your best friend, and she wasn't your type. "Allie likes me as a friend, yes." The principal narrowed her eyes at you, her expression questioning your statement. "You think she likes me just because she kissed me?" you questioned, surprised at her judgement. "Well, I mean, she doesn't not like you." You pondered for a minute, that was true. "Yea well, I love her but she's not my type." You looked to the fire, unbelieving that you were having this conversation with the principal. Actually, you were having wine with the principal, after you removed her makeup, and washed her hair. What the hell was happening? Where did this luck you were having come from? "So what is your type? Do you not like girls?" You looked at her and tilted your head, why was she so interested in you? "I mean, I like girls, yes. I just don't like her." Of course you couldn’t tell her your type, what were you supposed to say? I like older educated woman because I have mommy issues? No, you wouldn't be saying that. She stared through your soul as she lowered her voice, "Okay, well, do you like anyone?" You downed your wine, you didn't want to tell her. She was consistent, pushy, dominant and demanding, yet sweet. She was exactly your type. You laughed and shook your head at the thought of this, stopping yourself when you realized that she could hear you. "What?" she chuckled. "Ugh I just, I can't tell you who I like or what my type is. Why do you care anyway?" She frowned and looked away from you, taking a drink of her wine. You thought that you messed up. When she looked back at you, a grin appeared on her face, she had figured you out. "You won’t tell me your type because I'm your type, right?" Your jaw dropped open, how did she know? Was she just testing you? Either way, you decided to give in. "Principal Weems of course you are, but does it matter?" you asked with a sarcastic chuckle. She put down her wine and raised a hand to grab at your shirt, pulling you closer to her. "Put on your suit" she demanded, and you stood up to do as she said. You were really confused, was she angry and kicking you out? Did you go too far? She was the one prodding at you. Now wearing your suit again, she pulled you between her legs and took your waist in her hands. "Do you think I'm attractive, Y/N?" You opened your mouth, knowing perfectly how to answer that, but not wanting to. You stuttered, "I uh- I mean, I think you're beautiful Principal Weems." She smirked as she purred "I always adored women who wear suits, especially those who like older women." You stared back at her, blinking, you had nothing to say. Principal Weems liked women too? "Y/N, I want to kiss you, touch you, do you consent to that? If not, you can go and we will pretend nothing tonight ever happened." You felt your breathing pick up, was this a dream? Of course you wanted that, but it was wrong. Staring at her, she saw your dilemma. She sighed, "No worries darling, please forget this happened." You froze in place as you thought about it, you couldn't let this opportunity pass.
Grabbing her pajamas with one hand and her face with the other, you lowered yourself down to meet her and your lips crashed into hers in a passionate and needy kiss. She was soft and sweet, the taste of wine on her tongue eliciting a rather needy moan from you. "Larissa" you muttered against her lips. "Do you need me, love?" she whispered against you. "I need you, I need you so bad." "Get on your knees" she commanded, and you were on the floor in a second. She stood up and placed her hand on your shoulder before she walked around you, admiring you on your knees. As she landed in front of you again she cooed "You look so pretty on your knees for me, love." You looked up to meet her eyes, she stared down at you with hunger and licked her bottom lip. "Mommy?" you whimpered as you reached out to grasp at her thighs. She backed away, "Did I say you could touch? Don't you want to be good for mommy?" You nodded your head at her as you sucked in a breath. "Then tell me, what is one of your favorite things about mommy?" You thought for a second, you loved way too many things about her. Her being dominant was one of them. "I love- your voice" you basically moaned out, thinking about how she would sound being pleasured. She took off her pajama pants in a hurry and you were stunned silent. Her aching core was right in front of you, she was wearing no panties. You bit your lip as you stared wide eyed, what a lovely surprise. "Would you like to hear mommy sweetheart? Would you like to make her feel good?" Her voice was so seductive. You couldn't believe she wanted you, of all people. "Yes, please mommy" you almost cried out. She opened her legs and stepped over you so that she was right above your face. You giggled as you thought about her being the perfect height to hover over you as you kneeled. You wrapped your hands around her thighs and waited for her command. "Go ahead darling." You eagerly licked up her core as the sweet taste of her met your tongue. "Fuck" you muttered, you never experienced this before. You ran your tongue along her before settling at her clit. She started producing heavenly soft moans, and you hoped you were doing it right. She brought her hand to your head pushing you closer to her and you flattened your tongue against her clit. "Oh god baby, keep doing that" she moaned. This made you open your legs and buck your hips, sadly against nothing. As her moans got louder you picked up your pace, this in turn making you moan against her. As you did the older woman bucked her hips against you erratically and let out a loud moan of your name. You licked her clean before she stepped away from you.
She grabbed your chin and guided you to stand, capturing your lips in hers again. You tangled your hands in her hair as she kissed you, you couldn't help the whimpers escaping you. "You did so, so good baby. Now, I want you to strip for me." She sat down on the couch and you realized you weren't wearing anything besides your pants, bra and jacket. No dress shirt, no tie, just a white lace bra and jacket, buttoned so low that you could see most of your chest. You looked at Larissa as you slowly unbuttoned your jacket from the bottom up. You slid it off of your arms, walking up to her and leaning right over her so that your breasts were in her face, tossing your jacket on the arm rest of the couch. She bit her lip as she looked at you in your bra, and she couldn't help but grab you and undo it herself. She threw it on the floor and you backed away quickly, undoing your pants for her and throwing them aside as well. "Look at you darling, so beautiful and ready for mommy" she panted. She brought her hands up to pull you closer and started to play with your breasts as you whined, threading your fingers through her hair. She pulled you down to straddle her as she slid her hand underneath your boxers. You buried your head into her neck, kissing up and down it. "Is this alright, love?" she breathed. "God, yes" you panted, and Larissa chuckled at your neediness. She slowly inserted a finger into you, and then another when she thought you wanted more. You moaned into her neck when she did this, as although she did it slow, it felt sudden. "Grind yourself on my fingers, lovely." You started moving your hips as she met your pace with her fingers inside you. "Fuck mommy, you feel so good" you whimpered, coming undone around her fingers too fast. She nipped and sucked at your breasts while you grinded against her. "Mommy can I- oh god" you loudly moaned into her neck as she felt you flutter around her fingers. "Yes, baby, let go for me." You bit at her shoulder trying to muffle your cry as you came around her fingers. After a couple minutes she pulled away from you and you looked at her, still panting. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and inserted them, moaning when she did. "Mommy, please" you wined. She whispered in your ear, "Is my handsome darling still needy for mommy?" You whimpered out as you nodded your head, pulling her in to meet your lips again.
You ground down into her lap before she parted from you. "Let's get those off, shall we?" You stood before her as she lowered and removed your boxers. She stood up and pulled you close, letting her hand trail back down to your heat. She felt your wetness and started rubbing your clit as you pulled at the top button of her shirt. She stopped and looked down at you, "Do you want to ask mommy for permission?" she growled. "Mommy can I please unbutton your shirt?" you panted, wanting to feel her closer. "You may" she stated before continuing her ministrations on you. You unbuttoned her shirt fast trying not to produce moans that were too loud already. You finally met her bare chest and you buried your face in her breasts, sucking at her hardened buds frantically. When you let out a rather loud moan, Larissa threw you forcefully onto the couch and got on top of you. "I want to try something darling, is that alright?" You looked up at her hovering over you, and all you could do was nod. "Words, baby" she cooed. "Yes, it's alright" you breathed out. Larissa straddled you and positioned herself over you better as she brought her heat to yours. She rested her forehead against yours as she started grinding into you. Her breathing started to pick up as she rutted against you, and you couldn't do anything but make rather embarrassing sounds as you squirmed underneath her. "Oh god I never tried this before, do you like it baby" she panted out. "Fuck, yes" you whimpered louder than you meant to, reaching your high fast. You kissed her as you moaned into her mouth, this was better than you ever thought it would be. She parted from you as she got louder and her pace picked up, her jaw going slack. The sounds coming from her mouth along with the pleasure plastered on her face made you come first, mumbling something incoherent, and she followed right after you. As you evened out your breathing, she let herself fall on top of you, and you pulled her close, loving her weight on you. It was so comforting and reassuring. She picked her head up and kissed your forehead. "Well, at least I finally had a good Rave'N experience" she mumbled, and you smiled up at her. You didn't know what she was talking about, but it didn't matter, you also finally had a good Rave'N experience. Maybe sometimes, the people who can give you what you need in life are the ones you wouldn't expect.
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Some Convincing
Yes, I love him, yes I am also a whore for him
Fluff to Smut, light angst in between, Top!Jacob Custos, Bottom!Male Reader, praise kink, nicknames ex: pretty boy, cutie, etc.
Enjoy
It was a good morning, Y/n woke up on time, got ready for college and had actually got his homework and notes done. So it was good, he also got to hang out with Jacob, his best friend. But whenever he wasn’t working or studying he would daydream about a person, Jacob.
Y/n had unfortunately fallen in love with him and it was eating him from the inside, making him feel sadder when Jacob was busy but also happier when they could spend time together.
So today he was excited when Jacob and he got to hang out, just the two of them alone without any school work to keep them busy. But Jacob had other plans as he got invited to a party, so he planned on bringing Y/n but wanted to ask as Y/n didn’t like parties.
So when there was a knock on the door Y/n got up with a smile and opened the door, revealing Jacob with a smile. “There you are!” he smiled, “we need to finish the finale!” Y/n exclaimed and pulled in Jacob before closing the door.
“Actually, I was wondering if we could do something else tonight?” He asked Y/n who, while confused, nodded before Jacob continued. “I was invited to a party, and was wondering if you wanted to come with me? I got a plus one and I want to bring you, if that’s fine.” Jacob reassured Y/n before the duo waited in silence.
Y/n thought about it, while it was out of his comfort zone he remembered his mom wanted him to get out of it. “You know what, sure let me get my shoes on.” Y/n said and Jacob smiled and gave the man a hug.
“Thank you! You’re not going to regret it!” Jacob cheered and Y/n blushed before getting his keys and left the room locking the door and left.
After a walk they made it to the house, it was a large frat house outside where people were drinking, making out, or just talking to each other with drinks in hand. The duo went inside where music was playing, people were dancing, kissing, or drinking.
“There he is!” A man yelled out and Jacob smiled and turned to him. “Jacob Custos! Nice of you to come! Oh and who is this cutie?” The man said and glanced over at Y/n who looked away before they could lock eyes.
“This is my best friend Y/n! Y/n this is the football quarterback Jack!” Jacob said and the two shook hands, Y/n’s eyes on the floor while Jack held a smirk on his face. The two then left to the kitchen, Jacob got himself a drink before looking back to Y/n.
“Want a drink?” Jacob asked Y/n who looked at him, then the punch before nodding. He got himself a red solo cup and poured some punch in and he took a sip.
It wasn’t long before Y/n unwinded himself and got comfortable, Jacob had left his side but Y/n didn’t care too much just enjoying the night before he was dancing. A wide smile as he felt free, from his parents, his responsibilities, himself. He just danced and drank away the problems.
But he felt as time had slowed, as he looked across the room seeing Jacob with a smile on his face as he talked to a girl. The girl leaned in and kissed Jacob.
Tears began to stream and Y/n stopped dancing and went to the bathroom, closing the door. Y/n took in deep breaths as he stared at the sink before looking at the mirror, his eyes red, clothes all wet from dancing and spilling booze on his clothes.
“Dammit.” He muttered as he stared at himself, he splashed water on his face before walking out. He walked out the party and went home, tears leaving his eyes as he went.
Jacob didn’t think much about what happened, all he remembered was bringing Y/n to the party and planned to confess to him but got dragged away by a girl. He was going to find him, but the girl persisted to have Jacob stay to the point she kissed him.
“Wow! Okay I’m sorry, you’re cute but I have a partner.” Jacob said rushed as he stood up, he went to the kitchen to find Y/n but didn’t see him there so he asked around. Before he was going to give up he asked Jake.
“The cutie? Yeah I saw him walking out, might want to check on him.” He told Jacob who nodded and went out, looking for Y/n. He then decided to see if Y/n had left, as he knew Y/n’s social battery, he called it, would have been drained by then.
So he got to the room and knocked on the door, waiting for an answer but got none. He knocked one more time, before hearing a sniffle and Y/n opened the door.
“What?” Y/n asked before locking eyes with Jacob, before he could answer the door was closed with a slam.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jacob asked but got no answer, he looked under Y/n’s mat and got the extra key and opened the door. When Jacob entered Y/n was on the floor, sat against the oven and a tub of ice cream next to him.
“Go away Jacob, just let me wallow in peace.” Y/n told him and Jacob closed the door and sat across from him, a frown on his face.
“What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you, cause I will beat them up you know that.” Jacob said and Y/n scoffed.
“Yeah, someone did hope you could punch yourself hard.” Y/n told Jacob, who gave him a confused look. “You- I- never mind.” Y/n stuttered, he took a scoop of ice cream and ate it.
“Fine, I’ll punch myself if it makes you feel better.” Jacob stated before putting up his fist and punched his stomach, he coughed before looking at Y/n. “Better?” He asked and Y/n shook his head.
“Jesus, I didn’t think you would actually do it.” Y/n told Jacob who laughed before nodding.
“Why wouldn’t I do that to make you feel better, after all you’re my favorite person.” Jacob said and Y/n blushed before hiding his face.
“Then what about the girl you were kissing? Wouldn’t she be your favorite?” Y/n questioned Jacob, before Jacob frowned.
“That girl isn’t important to me Y/n, you are, I swear. Please believe me.” Jacob pleaded and Y/n looked up.
“Prove it, show me I’m important to you.” Y/n declared and Jacob gave a slight smile.
“Alright.” Jacob said and pulled Y/n into his lap, he lifted up Y/n’s face to look at him. Jacob leaned in and kissed him, Y/n leaned into the kiss and Jacob held his face as they kissed.
“Does that help you believe me?” Jacob asked and a smirk was on Y/n’s face.
“Not yet, need a little more convincing.” Y/n whispered to Jacob and he smiled, picking up Y/n and going into his room. Y/n was then set on the bed before Jacob closed the door behind him, he looked over Y/n with a smirk and took off Y/n’s shirt.
Jacob began to kiss all over his chest, stomach, shoulders, neck, before settling for his neck. As he was leaving marks Y/n was in pure bliss, feeling sex high as his dreams were coming true.
“Well hello.” Jacob muttered against Y/n’s neck as he felt a poke on his thigh, Jacob rubbed his knee against it and Y/n moaned loudly at the friction. Jacob then kissed Y/n, eating the noises, before taking off Y/n’s pants.
Jacob then watched his dick spring up, while Y/n looked away embarrassed Jacob took it in his hand. “Aww come on baby boy, look at me.” Jacob asked Y/n who looked up to a smiling Jacob. “There you are, those beautiful eyes always watching me.” He said before kissing Y/n again.
His calloused hand rubbing up and down on Y/n’s hard dick made him feel like jello under his touch, melting into him. Before long a knot formed in Y/n’s stomach, he took a sharp inhale and Jacob smirked.
“Come for me, pretty boy.” Jacob muttered in Y/n’s ear and he came with a loud moan and took in breaths before looking at Jacob who had a smile. “Now?”
“Yeah, now I do.”
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Ateez | You Make Them Jealous
A/N fluff, mentions of cheating, etc.
Hongjoong
You visited Hongjoong at the dorms to hang out with him and the guys
You played a few board games with them before everyone started to get hungry
You decided to go pick up some food for you and the boys
San volunteered to go with you and to help carry the food into the house
Reaching for the house key in his pocket, San made a really bad dad joke about cows
He thought you would find the joke hilarious, but he was left with silence
Walking into the dorms, you retorted smirk, “the only thing I found funny is not your joke, but your believing your joke is funny” This made him pout.
You laughed at him, finding his little tantrum cute
“Noona, you hurt my feelings”
Too busy in your world with San to notice your boyfriend on the couch glaring at you and San
For the rest of the day, Hongjoong angrily stares at San the entire time you guys all sit to eat
Seonghwa
You... Making Seonghwa jealous?
Tbh he’d probably laugh to himself because he knows your game better than you do
He stood near the bar scanning the nightclub when a woman, who looks older than you, approached your boyfriend
You watched from across the room as they genuinely flirted with each other
The girl leaned in for a kiss, but before you could interject what was going on, Seonghwa told her that he was taken already.
He walked to you, placing his hands on your waist and yours around his neck, as you both slowly danced to the upbeat tempo.
“Did you learn your lesson yet, babygirl?” He smirked.
Yunho
Yunho would be hurt that you would even consider trying to make him jealous
He didn’t understand why you had to go out of your way just to make him jealous
He was disappointed in you
He sat you down to tell you how your flirting hurt his feelings
You were beyond confused, furrowing your eyebrow
“Yunho babe, what are you talking about? Make you jealous? Why in the world would you think that?!”
He pondered before saying, “ You’ve been talking to Mingi a lot lately, and I thought that maybe you like him more than you like me.”
You died laughing, “Me. With Mingi? Hahahakakkahaaaa” He stared at you, bewildered that you found a hint of this funny.
“What’s so funny?” He questioned. “Yunho. The reason I’ve been calling Mingi a lot… is that we were trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you. But that obviously failed.”
He was not expecting that. He didn’t know what to say. “So there’s nothing going on between you two?” “Nothing at all,” hugging your gigantic baby.
Yeosang
You and the boys huddled around the tv as The Suspect starring Gong Yoo played on the screen
You were snuggled up to Yeosang on the couch while the others either sat in beanbag chairs or on the floor
There was a scene where Gong Yoo appeared shirtless as he climbed the top of a mountain
This causes you to gawk at his body, in glory
Your boyfriend, however, side-eyed you
For every shirtless scene, you couldn’t help but be in awe
“Angel, who do you think is better, me or Gong Yoo?” He whispers.
“Duh, obviously Gong Yoo,” you stated. Yeosang rolled his eyes.
“So are you saying that you would choose Gong Yoo over me?”
“Of course…”, you paused. He looks down, feeling hurt by your words. “I’m just kidding, sweetie,” you kissed his cheek and turned your attention back to the movie. You didn’t notice, but your boyfriend stared at your profile for the next 30 minutes blushing the entire time.
San
San and you were in a secret relationship. He didn’t tell anyone that you were dating, not even his members, worried that it would make his members uncomfortable since you visit the dorms often
So you guys decided to act like close friends around them
One night, you and the boys were drinking when Yunho brought up playing truth or dare
All nine of you sat in a circle in the living room
Wooyoung started off the game, pointing to Hongjoong, “Hongjoong hyung, I dare you to text your ex.”
The game went on like that for a few minutes, then it was Yeosang’s turn to ask truth or dare.
He looked around in search of a new victim when his eyes landed on Seonghwa and smirked.
“Seonghwa hyung,… do you like y/n?” You were shocked but didn’t react much. Why would he have a crush on you?
Seonghwa stared at you smiling softly, “Yes, I like y/n.”
You were surprised by his reply. You never that he would like you any more than just friends.
“So, what do you say? Do you perhaps want to go on a date with me?”
Still shocked by his words, you didn’t even notice your San waiting for your response
“Yeah y/n, what do you say?” He smirked condescendingly
Realizing you weren’t going to say it, San interfered, “She has a boyfriend already.”
Seonghwa questioned, “Oh really? Who?”
San scooted closer to you, placing his arm around your waist while pushing you further to him
“Me.”
Whenever you visited him in the dorms, you were constantly pulled in multiple directions, as each member wanted to hang out with you
It was a normal occurrence that happened every time you visited your boyfriend
Sometimes you barely had enough time to spend with San
Mingi
You were brainstorming gift ideas for you and Mingi’s 100th day but had no clue what to get him
You were sitting on your side of your shared bed texting Wooyoung
You wanted to gift him something that was both meaningful and useful
As you’re smiling to yourself while texting Wooyoung, your boyfriend walks in and joins you on the bed
“Who’s got you smiling so hard?” He asks curiously in a way that doesn’t seem invasive.
“I’m texting Wooyoung about something” You smile not looking up from your phone
“Why are you texting him late at night? Is there something going on that I should be worried about?” He lays his head against the headboard, arms crossed and legs splayed out.
You finally look up at him and notice a hint of jealousy on his face? “Mingi, what’s going on with you? You don’t seriously think I’m cheating on you with your best friend, do you?”
He stares at you, as he answers in silence. You know he’s not going to give up on this topic, so you just soul the beans about everything.
“Fine! You want to know!” You sigh. “Are 100th day is coming up and I wanted to get you a special gift but I couldn’t think of any ideas. So—”
“So you asked Wooyoung,” he finishes your sentence for you. You then nod. “I’m sorry for how I overreacted. I promise it won’t happen again. It just really made me angry that someone else was making you smile that much and not me.” He frowns and hugs you tight.
“It’s okay. Do you forgive me?” You ask.
“Of course, princess,” he smiles in your embrace.
Wooyoung
Just like Seonghwa, he would play your game
But he kinda takes things too far
You flirt without realizing when you’re drunk, never intentionally flirting with other men
He was mad because you knew this habit of yours made him jealous
Now he wants to turn the tables
He’d flirt with various women in front of you and would occasionally look your way to see if you were still watching
Then he would dance with them in a way he usually did with you
You pulled the girl away from your man by her shirt, “You had your turn, move”
Wooyoung was shocked, he didn’t expect you to react in that way
He quickly masked the shock with a smirk
Jongho
mission accomplished
You made Jongho jealous
Now he feels insecure about himself
He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you and that was the reason why you were flirting with other men
Little did he know, you weren’t trying to flirt with them
They approached you and attempted to make a move on you
But failed
You kept telling them that you were taken
Smiling ear to ear as you drunkenly bragged about your boyfriend being all strong and manly
And if they kept trying to pursue you that he would break them
Literally…
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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ poison ⠀ 〳 ⠀ mammon ‵
❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) you know you ride it right, i might just die tonight. but you know i'm still coming through baby. i know it's bad for me and you know it tastes so sweet. i think i need your abuse, baby.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy described, fem reader, established relationship (reader and mammon are an on and off again couple), pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc), nipple play, toxic relationship, toxic!reader, reader is a ballet dancer, also besties with asmo whose also a ballet dancer, college au, mentions of bruises, i guess you can say human au, breeding kink, mentions of blood, injured!mammon, street fighter!mammon, mating press, service dom!mammon, inspired by poison by brent faiyaz, wc: 2.3k, minors dni !!
reblogs & comments are highly appreciated. ♡
MAMMON JUST COULDN'T LET YOU GO. He treated you like an addictive drug that he was stuck on. Although you two had broken up months ago, he still found a way back into your life. You knew that that was one risk you would have to take when you decided to indulge in his behavior when you first met him. You somewhat blamed yourself for getting involved with your closest friend Asmo's brother. Even after the breakup, you still saw Mammon's face.
Practicing your turns in the living room of the brothers' inherited house with Asmo, only getting a glance at his battered face as he peeks into the living room really quickly. Or late nights going downstairs to get something to drink and bumping into him. Which always leads to you sneaking back into Asmo's room with Mammon's scent imprinting your skin about an hour later. It wasn't like, you wanted to continue to push the street fighter away, but you had plans.
You had things to do.
The dance industry could replace you in a blink of an eye and you were just getting your rightful flowers now and you refused to get distracted by a heart-jerking thing called love. You would have thought Mammon would understand that considering what he does. He put his body on the line for cash even though one bad hit could cause him to get injured or even dead. He shouldn't have time for love when he should be training as hard as you practiced for ballet.
But he didn't. He still crawled back for some reason. You still remembered staying over after a long night of practicing with Asmo, his words as the two of you were in his room. It wasn't no secret between the brothers about who they were seeing considering the awkwardness of them walking their flings past the dining room during breakfast time.
"I just wish you would put me and my other brothers out of our misery and just get back together with him. His whining ruins my skincare Sunday," Asmo plopped down on his bed.
"I don't have time for relationships or Mammon. I told him that." You responded as you did a quick turn and landed perfectly.
Asmo was staring at his pastel pink-colored nails. “You know you have to explain some things to him really…really…slow…like….this.” His words slowed down like a turtle.
You let out a snicker before you’re plopping down on the floor to stretch your limbs. “Auditions are coming up for The Nut Cracker in three weeks. We need to make sure we get some good roles.”
“AKA the leads?” Asmo eyes went to look at you as you were on the floor.
“Obviously. We made a promise to ourselves at the start of the semester that we were going to make a name for ourselves. Distractions aren’t needed,” You said.
“To you! I need the luxury of having a pretty distraction Y/N,” Asmo responded. “It helps me feel light as a feather.” He lets out a giggle before grabbing his phone to text.
You let out a sigh at his words before standing up, “I’m going to go grab something to drink and a snack, you want anything?”
Your question wasn’t answered due to Asmo instantly answering the phone call. A devious smile on his face before he pressed the phone to his ear. You assumed it just was one of his prettiest flings during the semester. When you exit his room, you walked towards the staircase to go towards the kitchen. The house was quieter than usual for a late Friday night. You assumed that the other brothers were either locked up in their rooms or indulging in something devious during Diavolo's frat parties.
Each step you took the floorboards creaked under you, so anyone that was also in the kitchen would hear someone coming. Which just your luck, you entered the kitchen to be met with Mammon. The streetfighter had his back turned away from you as you slowly walked inside the kitchen. The sound of the microwave started and soon he let out a relaxed sigh as he placed a bag of frozen vegetables on his bruised side. You could smell the familiar scent of the food he was warming up. Your eyebrows knit together as you finally made your presence known in the kitchen. "Beel is going to kick your ass for eating his Thai food."
A terrified yelp escaped Mammon's mouth as he turned around frantically to face you. "Don't sneak up on me like that! How long have you been standing there watching me?"
"Long enough to know you're eating Beel's food. Did you ignore the threat on the container?" You questioned as you looked him up and down.
You now were able to get a full view of his bruised body. The purplish color bruise on his rib cage looked horrendous, more horrendous than the way your feet looked when breaking in new ballet shoes. He had a piece of paper towel shoved up one nostril and a small cut above his eyebrow.
"Sorry, can't hear you over the sound of the microwave." He said jokingly before he's turning around to open the microwave to grab the food.
You rolled your eyes before you're grabbing a bottle of water to drink out of the fridge. You knew you should have just left the conversation right then and there, gone back upstairs to Asmo, and call it a night. However, you still found yourself switching your weight from one foot to another watching him. You knew he felt your gaze when he looked up from the food, "I'm fine if that's what you're wanting to ask?"
"Uh—yeah, glad to know that. But your ribs lookin' fucking horrible," You commented. You could tell he was in pain even though he tried to mask it out with some smirk.
"I'll be good." Mammon shrugged it off so casually.
"You should go to the hospital, it could be serious." You commented.
"Why'd you care so much?" Mammon uttered through mouth fulls of food as he watch you prompt yourself on the counter.
"We're friends.." Your voice trails off slowly. You weren't even sure that was true.
You heard Mammon's snicker before he swallowed his food, "Friends don't fuck like we do, but okay." He commented as he looked at you.
Your face grew hot when you heard him say that. "We don't do that anymore." You said as you took a sip from your water.
"Why though?" Mammon questioned. "It's not like you didn't enjoy it," He answered.
"Because you got attached. I told you not to and you did just that."
You watched as he sipped from the Lemon Lime Gatorade he had in front of him. "Aww come on, you can't use that against me." He said as he looked at you. His body leaned against the marble counter that was in the center of the kitchen.
"Why can't I?" You asked. You watched as he stood up waltzing over the kitchen counter to be close to you. "You know I have important priorities right now, I don't have time for this. So yes, I'm using it against you."
Mammon rolled his eyes at you before he took the space in between your thighs. His fingertips trace alongside your side and down to the inside of your thighs. A dangerous shiver traveled down your spine after he touched you. "You know you're just too addicting. Of course, I was going to get attached."
You could smell the scent of the soap he used to shower with the dash of his Burberry cologne you were a little too familiar with. "Why wouldn't I when you rode me so well on some nights? Sucked me off even better on some mornings before class. I'm sorry, I can't help it." Mammon takes a couple steps back from you.
However, you grabbed a hold of the waistband of the sweatpants he wore tugging him back. He always had this thing where he thought he had control in the slightly odd relationship you two had, but you always were one step ahead. "So, what would it take for you to stop? I'm saying, stop with the texts, the phone calls, everything."
"It's not going to stop pretty girl. You know this because every phone call and text, you answer. You're just as attached as me." Mammon backfired.
Your silence to his comment caused his lips to curl into a smirk. "Cat got your tongue?" He asked as he looked down at you.
"I'm being dead serious Mammon," You responded. Your hand motioned to the two of you, "This has to stop. I have a really important audition coming up and I refuse to let you get into my head for me to mess up," You responded.
You heard the white-haired male in front of you kiss his teeth before he was speaking once again, "How'd you think I feel?" Mammon asked.
"You're a huge distraction in my field of work too. You think I don't think about you before a fuckin' fight?" Mammon asked.
Now, the both of you couldn't help but stand in silence at each other's words. "Just one more time and that's it." was the last words you told Mammon before you were in his room.
Your pajama shorts and tank top are scattered across the floor alongside the sweats and boxers Mammon wore. Your moans hiccuped from the back of your throat as Mammon was thrusting his thick cock inside of you. His hips moved at a rhythmic pace but he let out a low hiss when he felt the abrupt pain near his ribs.
When Mammon lifted up slightly from his face being buried in the crook of your neck, he notice the look of worry that lit up in your eyes. "You okay? We can stop." You said as your hand went up to wipe the white strands of hair out his face.
"I'm okay," He mumbled before he's leaning down to place a kiss on your lips to muffle any concerns about his wellbeing. His hips resuming to pushing forward to feel closer to you. The feeling of your cunt clutching around him caused him to feel dizzy. On a regular evening, he would chalk that up with him just hitting his head on the mat in the octagon-shaped ring one too many times. However, tonight for some reason he felt so drunk for the woman below his bear body.
His lips pressed subtle kisses on your jawline before his face disappeared in the crook of your neck getting a whiff of your scent. Which was now not only mixed with your sweet scent of perfume, but with a hint of the scent of him. "Don't push yourself too hard, I don't want to hurt you." You moaned his ear.
Mammon lifted up, detaching himself from you with a quickness. He pulled himself out of you causing a chill to scatter down your spine. "You're not going to hurt me." He uttered.
You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your folds that glistened with your own slick. Your eyes watched closely as Mammon took his hand to guide his cock up and down your puffy lips. Teasing you bit by bit until you were soaking for him to put it back in. "Mammon, please stop teasin'." She begged.
"Just savoring the moment doll, this is the last time right?" Mammon asked you.
The feeling of his thick mushroom-shaped tip tapping at your throbbing clit caused you to moan. Your hands going up to cup your bite-marked decorated (courtesy of Mammon himself) breasts and toying with your swollen nipples.
The sight Mammon was watching, he could feel his body go through some form of a heatwave. His tanned skin heated up so quickly, that he felt like he was about to cum just by the sight of you. He let his teeth graze at his bruised lip before bottoming down once again inside you. This time hooking his strong arms under your knees in a lewd mating press position. His hips were driven forward so harshly—his wooden headboard was banging against the wall. He hoped that Satan whose room was next to his wasn't home. Just so his brother wouldn't come knocking on the door begging for him to keep it down because frankly, Mammon wasn't going to stop. Actually, he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop until you were a cumming mess below his battered body.
"Fuck—you feel so good baby," Mammon groaned out. His hips propelled forward with each time he felt your cunt pulse around him.
"Mam, please—it's too much," You hiccuped through moans even though your feet were thrown over his shoulders and your hands went down to his waist to halt his movement, you still ached for more. "I'm goin' to—cum."
"You can handle it," Mammon assured as he looked down at you. "I know you're so close for me, let me make you feel good this last time."
You only nodded at his command before your thoughts were clouded with the sweet tune of Mammon's groans. It was wonderful hearing his words of praise. From how much he cared for you to how good you felt around his cock. He was as close to cumming, as you were.
After a couple more strokes, you felt Mammon grip the oak brown headboard above your head. The words of him stating he wanted to savor every moment lingered in your mind as you got an idea. You wrapped your legs around Mammon's waist completely locking him in. You watched as his eyes grew big, but his thrusting did not stop.
"Savor the moment Mammon." You mumbled before you tugged him in a kiss just in time for the two of you to cum. You could feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim, his thrusts growing sloppy as his cum coated his cock with ease before he's pulling out of you slowly.
You felt Mammon's body plop down next to yours, the two of you breathing heavily and enjoying each other's silence.
"Gosh, you're so fucking addicting," Mammon said out loud.
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Shuri x Fem
My fem character will always be black in my short stories, one shots and etc. Us as black women rarely have our moment and I’m not trying to feed into displacing our women.
Summary: Aneka and Ayo take Shuri out to Wakanda’s City Nightlife. They want the young Queen to let loose and have fun if only for a night. The unthinkable happens when the Queen sees a woman she hasn’t seen since childhood.
Part 1
The girl with the tattoos
Shuri had been stuck in her lab on a daily basis since the battle between Talokan and Wakanda. It seemed like after she practiced restraint, all her fight had left her.
Every day was a struggle, she’d bury herself in her work so she wouldn’t be forced to sit and think about her family despite Nakia’s open invitation to visit her in Haiti as much as she wanted she didn’t want to get too close to her nephew and sister in law as she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle losing anyone else.
She made sure to call as often as possible, even if she didn’t see them she wanted her nephew to know he was loved and she wanted Nakia to know she had her if she needed her.
“Queen, Aneka of the Dora Milaje is here.” Shuri hears griot say, and she turns as the woman enters her lab with powerful strides.
“I see that you are still attached to your technology.” Aneka says, her tone exasperated. She’d suggested the Queen come out with her and Ayo that night to let loose.
“I don’t think I can go.” Shuri says, having changed her mind. If she was being honest she hadn’t planned on going in the first place, she’d only told Aneka she would to get her to leave.
“Go get changed.” She demands her arms crossed. She refused to take no for an answer. Okoye, Nakia, and Ayo had all discussed the Queen’s depression with Aneka and they’d decided to force her out of her comforts.
“Excuse me?” Shuri scoffed, annoyed. Had Aneka forgotten herself?
“With all due respect my queen, you need to get out and you will. Go change.” Aneka spoke again, this time removing the two mini spears Shuri had made her. “Or I could destroy your new project…. Whichever’s more convenient for you.”
Shuri sighed, her hands running over her face. “Between you and the other meddlesome trio I don’t know whether to banish you or strangle you all.”
“We love you too, Queen.” Aneka smirked.
Shuri was quick to get dressed, she wore a matching cropped black long sleeve top with black bottoms that were fitted at the waist and loose on the legs. She wore an oversized mesh top over it and paired it with sneakers.
The ride into the city’s nightlife scene was quick, as they took the flying car. Ayo grinned as the Queen got in. The club they were heading too was booming as they pulled up.
As they walked in, Shuri looked around taking in the scene. She’d never been to a club before, she’d recently turned 21 a little after her mothers death and had no need or want to celebrate or try any of the things she’d been impatient to try as an adult.
Aneka and Ayo had reserved a table by the VIP section, and as Shuri walked through the crowd of people they all did the Wakanda sign as she passed. The people of Wakanda revered her, she was their beloved Queen that they had watched grow from a baby to their leader and protector.
“What would you like to drink, Queen?” Ayo asks, Shuri gave her a look. “Sorry, Shuri.”
Shuri made it clear she didn’t want to be called Queen while they were out. She just wanted to be herself, away from the throne for the night if she was going to be out.
“Whatever you two are drinking will be fine.” Shuri shrugged, she hadn’t a preference as she didn’t have much experience with alcohol besides the occasional wine and even she knew wine didn’t match this scene.
“Three glasses of bourbon on the rocks.” Ayo ordered, as the waitress walked by. “And when it’s low bring more.”
As Shuri’s eyes scanned the dance floor her eyes focused on a girl with beautiful chocolate skin. The girl had tattoos on her left arm, her right thigh and her back. Her shirt and fitted dress showing off her glowing skin.
She watched as the girl danced, her head tilted back slightly as she wined to the beat of the song playing. The girl had a blissful smile on her face as she danced with her friends.
Shuri couldn’t take her eyes off the woman as she danced. The happiness in her face infectious, as she smiled sweetly. She’d never felt so compelled to watch someone before.
“She’s beautiful.” Aneka grinned. Her eyes following the Queen’s line of sight to see the girl that had captured her attention. She passed Shuri her glass and watched as she took it, throwing it back as a shot.
“Shur—“
“That was good.” Shuri said. The burn a welcome sensation.
“Do you want to dance?” Ayo asked. Watching as the Queen bobbed her head to the music, her eyes still on the girl.
“No.” Shuri declined. “Aneka, that girl. Does she seem familiar to you?”
Shuri watched through inquisitive eyes as the girl twirled around, a mark above her collarbone capturing her attention.
“You’re asking me if Mbali, M’Baku’s sister looks familiar?” Aneka snorted. “Yes, she does.”
“M’Bali…” Shuri said, testing the word. The name was one she hadn’t heard in a long time, as the girl had been hidden in the mountains of Jabari land as long as she could remember.
Visions of a young girl maybe 11 or 12 playing with her in the palace ran through her mind as if it’d just happened. She remembered a girl so fierce and courageous that was very sneaky.
The young girl had made Shuri question herself the more time they spent together before the tribes decidedly split up when the Jabari tribe disagreed with King T’Chaka’s decisions.
She remembered the last day she’d seen her. Mbali kissed her and promised she’d find a way to see her again. That she’d be there when she needed her most.
She remembered the look of absolute hatred from Mbali’s parents as they took their daughter away. They had wanted Wakanda to become more traditional as they felt many Wakandan’s were starting to lose their way. They especially disliked the princess at the time as she’d always scoffed at tradition and of how she didn’t believe in the ancestral plane.
“What is she doing in the city?” Shuri questioned. As far as she knew, Mbali wasn’t discussed with anyone outside of Jabari land and even more she wasn’t allowed to leave.
“She lives in the city now.” Ayo answered. “She was banished from Jabari when she came out to her parents. M’Baku tried to get her to come back when he took over the throne but she refused not wanting to return to the place that she felt was her prison. She’s the talk of Wakanda right now.”
“I can see why.” Shuri hummed, as another glass appeared on the table. “How have I never realized she was in the city?”
“You’d have to leave the palace to do so.” Aneka snorted. “Besides. Mbali keeps to herself. She occasionally talks to Ayo as she seems lonely.”
“She doesn’t look lonely.” Shuri pointed out.
“You wouldn’t either after being drunk off your ass.” Ayo rolled her eyes. “I look out for her because she has no one, and she refuses to speak to her brother. She’s taken up drinking to cope with the depression and loneliness.”
“I don’t understand. She was so bright…. She had so much ahead of her.” Shuri frowned.
“She lost her family and her people. It’s not easy being gay in our society, especially when the Elders are so vocal about it being wrong.” Ayo huffed.
“Aneka…” Shuri pleaded, her eyes locked on Mbali. The girl was dancing on her ‘friends’ provocatively and throwing shots back as if it were water. “Bring her to me.”
“Uh…. I… Are you sure?” Aneka looked stunned. She had felt that the Queen was interested in women but the way she looked at Mbali confirmed her suspicions.
“We’re leaving. I’m taking her to the palace and while I’d love to go down there and grab her myself, I’d rather not cause a scene and have Wakanda in my business right now.” Shuri declared, standing.
Ayo settled their bill and they headed for the car. It wasn’t long before Aneka appeared with the drunken girl in a fireman’s carry. The girl was angry, yelling and demanding to be brought back.
“Intyatyambo…” Shuri called out, pausing the girl’s tirade. “A beautiful flower deserves the proper care.”
“Shuri…” the girl said, as Aneka placed her in the car. Her eyes widened, disbelief flooded them as she leaned over to vomit out the car door.
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May I ask for overall dating Bedelia headcannons? What is she like in the relationship etc. Thank you 🙏🏻😊
i have to say i was surprised to see how little content there is about her, really. so i’m very grateful for this ask, hope it’s what you were looking for, enjoy! i wanted to write about her from a broader perspective, so i hope you don’t mind i altered the ask a little bit
pairing: bedelia du maurier x gn!reader
warnings: mention of mental illness
bedelia du maurier sfw dating alphabet
a - asking out
as much as i believe in bedelia’s confidence, it was you who made the defining move. you met at a charity gala on a chilly evening in september. the first round of champagne has been distributed and bedelia found herself finished greeting all of her acquaintances, her gaze suddenly drawn to an unknown figure. pushed by an invisible force, nearly ran in your direction. “oh, i’m so sorry, i mistook you for one of my old friends!” it was a lame attempt in masking her excitement, but you just laughed and introduced yourself. as the evening passed you ended up gravitating towards each other multiple times. it was almost surreal, you gave in to the urge to finally ask her out
b - best friend
the connection between you is undeniable, it runs deeper than simple attraction. bedelia is an attentive listener and there was something about her that made you trust her completely. it’s your weekly ritual to dish out the juiciest gossip on saturday dinners. it’s always fun to make fun all your pretentious colleagues and drink good wine. there is always an atmosphere of warmth and trust when you hang out together. you don’t need anyone else in your life, because you just found true love in your soulmate’s embrace
c - cooking
i feel like she isn’t a fan of cooking. it feels mundane and messy for her. hates cleaning afterwards. she can make simple things or prepare a beautiful charcuterie board but that’s it. that’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy fancy food; you both will explore all restaurants in the neighbourhood, searching for the perfect place to relax after a long day of work. sometimes you’re both too tired to go out and end up snacking in the kitchen, laughing at bedelia’s attempts at cooking dinner. in the end it always tastes good because of how much fun you had preparing it (and thanks to your life-saving cooking skills)
d - date time!
at first you mingled at many social events, sometimes dancing under the scrutinising gazes of other guests. as your connection deepened, you opted for coziness of your houses. you lost track of passing days, the whole world seemingly disappearing for the time of your dates. bedelia doesn’t like planning many things ahead as her schedule changes frequently. quite early on you got the spare key to her home, hanging out anytime you got. the setting doesn’t have to be special for you two, the sheer company makes for unforgettable time
e - escapism, exploring the enchanted gardens
for bedelia, the only thing that can measure up to your beauty are flowers. on gloomy days you would visit local botanical gardens or orangeries. the humid air and heart-fluttering scent make of a unique atmosphere so unreal and mystical, you can forget all the mundane earthly worries. you dive into the feeling, savouring the serenity in your lover’s eyes: a sight so rare and precious to your heart
f - favourite part
her favourite part of you is your hands. the light squeezes and feather-like brushes of the knuckles, it grounds her and never fails to make her heart flutter. bedelia would trace your callouses, detailed lines on your palms searching for peace after a difficult day. loves the way your hands fit together. eager to adorn your hand with a promise ring
g - gifts
bedelia is a big spender and you can’t convince me otherwise. will buy you gifts any chance she gets, ranging from your favourite pastry on a sunday breakfast to a gold pendant she saw on a shopping spree. expect countless items related to your hobbies appearing on your shelf. it’s always something thoughtful and not over-the-top. you once scolded her careless shopping habits and now she’s bit better with limiting herself. but she just loves you so much, there’s no stopping bedelia from splurging on your birthday
h - holidays
i would say her favourite holiday is the summer vacation. she enjoys the warm evenings filled with mellow jazz and good rosé. it usually means less work and more time to spend with you. it’s the season for oversized sunglasses and strapless dresses. evening seem to stretch on forever, filled with your soft laughter and your cheeks flushed from the heat.
i - illness
gets sick easily, especially in autumn. with meeting a lot of people come consequences, but with years she got better with masking her own struggles to focus on helping the other person. if you notice her sneezing, she will dismiss it as dust allergy or something. bedelia enjoys being pampered as long as it doesn't get in the way of her work. pro tip: reschedule all her meetings before she has the chance to protest!
j - jealous, jealous girl! does she get jealous easily? how does she react to you being jealous?
she despises seeing you jealous. for her it’s a symptom of distrust, which she fears the most in a relationship. but sometimes it can’t be avoided: once a waiter slipped a note into her hand and bedelia made a show out of turning him down. she was shocked to see a shadow of a frown if your face. “what’s wrong, dear?”was her voice a little too loud, she wondered. “it was cruel. i wish people knew you’re mine and stop doing such things.” it was hard for the blonde to hide the smirk forming on her lips.
k - kisses
kisses with bedelia are short but sensual. they leave you wanting more and yearning for her touch. like everything with her, they’re playful yet almost dignified. the way she places her thumb under your eye, studying the depth of your orbs. how your hips touch as your bodies slowly melt into each other and the surrounding fade away. her breath is hungry, she’s feeding off your desperation. with nowhere to run, you’re savouring every second.
l - love language
words of affirmation are a must. as a psychiatrist she understands the importance of communication and wants you to know how much you mean to her. it’s just.. her emotions are so strong and bedelia wants you to know just how much you mean for her, her efforts seem a bit messy and the message doesn’t really get through. there’s just so much she wants to tell you on the daily basis.
m - mornings
hates to waste time in morning. not to say she’s an early bird, she hates the way her joints feel heavy and her gaze blurs at the bright sunlight. it’s like the nature is playing a joke on her clouded mind. her days are filled with rummaging through people’s darkest memories and pristine mornings seem like an ironic prelude. however, her attitude changed when you moved in with her. now the sharp rays are the signal to let go of your body, start of missing your warmth and calming scent. but seeing you rub your eyes sleepily makes bedelia forget all about it
n - nicknames
for you: duckling! there’s a cute story behind it. there was a cocktail party hannibal was hosting and you both couldn’t miss for the world. unfortunately you barely knew any guests and just followed bedelia anywhere she went. during the dinner you observed her manners intently, faithfully copying her every move. when came the time to chat with host, hannibal greeted you by saying “and who is the lovely duckling following you around, bedelia?”
for her: snowflake! cold and unique, bedelia is an unattainable treasure for most people. some tried holding her tightly, but it resulted in losing her momentarily. you were the one she graced with her beauty, the one who saw her true nature and didn’t try to melt her icy exterior. you loved all her sharp edges and intricate patterns
o - open book, how open is she about her past, her struggles?
to be honest she doesn’t like discussing her past. it’s complicated and painful so she doesn’t want to burden you with unnecessary knowledge. but if you as for something in a straightforward manner, she will probably confess what’s on her mind. just don’t press too hard as she feels more comfortable helping with your struggles. during some late-night talks like this she will also unveil a bit of her struggles, so listen carefully then and hug her tightly
p - pda (public display of affection)
melts every time you greet her with a kiss on the cheek. it’s subtle and cute, but during a dinner party it can reassure her deeply. sometimes she would squeeze your ring finger to catch your attention. no one needs big embraces or french kisses to see how madly in love and committed you are to each other. it’s the stolen moments by the bathroom giggling and staring contests across the ballroom. a smile so bright each moment your hands are intertwined. it doesn’t take a detective to tell how much in love you are
q - quiz time! how much does she know and remember about you?
queen of small gestures. once again, it’s her job to remember personal information and uses it to her advantage. that blue shirt you liked on instagram? she will paint the bedroom walls with this colour. in the early stages of your relationship she exhausted all sources to find more information about you. it’s gotten to the point when you want to tell her a story from your childhood and she just goes “oh, i remember that one” even though you don’t remember telling her about this detail
r - romance
she has a very alluring aura and in addition to that, bedelia has an immense knowledge about relationships. she has seen the most toxic unions as well as pure platonic couples through her career. she knows exactly what to not do, but barely what how she actually wants to treat you. she’s not big on over-the-top gestures and splurging on gifts. firm believer in quality time! she goes relatively fast in the relation, which doesn’t make her intentions less genuine. she would never admit that she fell for you at the first sight, but bedelia was sure the moment she saw you.
s - sense of security
constantly being around unstable individuals, hell, being held hostage as hannibal’s wife, i took a big toll on her well-being. when he’s in jail, it’s like something is missing. the lack of adrenaline felt foreign, so i feel like she would look for it in a relationship. borderline unhealthy attraction to scheming, games of cat and mouse. keeps life interesting until there is mutual trust within the relationship. keep each other on your toes while holding hands tightly.
t - temper
i would say she’s a stoic person, to the point it’s unsettling. when provoked, her rage manifest as an icy, calculated cruelty. she knows how to hurt a person on a spiritual level and they won’t notice until it hits them bad. bedelia is like a dormant volcano, full of mystery and unspoken wishes. the first time you’ve ever seen her angry was when hannibal escaped prison. the animalistic look in her eyes made you want to flee. moment like these, she’s like a venomous snake, quietly contemplating whether to spare her prey.
u - unwinding
i guess that she host her psychiatric sessions in her house, so the building has a strong stressful connotation. but it was like she haven’t noticed; always reading in her living room, excusing herself from other plans to stay at home and rest. you made it your point to change her habit. you started to plan dates outside, dragging bedelia to the lakeside and taking her on long walks to talk about her feelings. that’s also the reason you eat out so much. it’s become your tradition to go to the seaside once in a while
v - vanity, is she concerned about her looks? and what would people think?
she likes to look her best every day, reliable and charming attire is her signature. adores accessories and the days when her hair curl perfectly. her whole image is meticulously crafted during her years as a therapist. it makes her feel empowered during difficult moments. bedelia wants to look reliable and a little unattainable. the layers of silk make for an intricate armour and tease
w - warmth and wishes
“well, and what did you pray for?” she asked, ushering you to the side, a playful smile lingering on her lips. the birthday cake was long forgotten, but the sight of your hopeful eyes wouldn’t leave bedelia’s thoughts. you’re not supposed to share the wish with anyone, but this time you would make an exception. you look at girlfriend and confess with a hushed voice. “i asked that you would believe me.” her baffled expression begged for more. “it’s just… i love you so much and i can’t stand the way you dismiss my praises. the only thing i care about in this world is your happiness. so give it to me, it’s my birthday after all.” you chuckled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “then who am i to deny your wish, duckling?”
x - xtra, random headcanon for you!
has a collection of silk scarves, once someone told her they carry scent the best, so she can enjoy her favourite perfumes even more. also, bedelia likes to match the colours and patterns to how the scent makes her feel: musk fits embroidery, floral patterns with fresh aromas etc. she would gift you one for your anniversary, so you can have a part of her always with you. if there is a challenging day looming before her, she would take the scarf from you to feel your scent throughout the day.
y - yuck! absolute no-no in the relationship
incompetence and helplessness. she had enough of desperate individuals in her lifetime and craves for a partner, not another patient. someone to ground her, remind of what’s real, present. another big turn-off is a lot of secrets. as it may be thrilling to play games sometimes, she is not keen on uncertainty and insincere gestures. she’s sure about the relationship with you, so don’t make the mistake of doubting it.
z - zzz… sleeping habits!
as i mentioned previously, bedelia has a hard time falling asleep. sometimes it takes a chamomile tea before bed or a heart-to-heart at two am. she wouldn’t want to burden you with her struggles, but with time you’ve started to recognise her breathing patterns. after a while you just cuddle her and softly ask what’s bothering her so late at night. she never snores, but trashes a lot. needs something to hug, either your arm or her favourite pillow
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Collateral / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Part 2 here
Summary: Rafe forgot to pay Barry and doesn't have the money, so Barry takes you as collateral until he pays him.
Warnings: kidnapping, guns, threat, angst, etc...
Authors note: I wanted to go with the scene where Rafe gives his bike as collateral but Barry instead takes you as collateral, some areas I have changed to fit my version, hope you enjoy! 😊
Word count: 3.2k
You and Rafe had been dating for about a year now, you'd had your fair share of ups and downs with him. You loved him more than anything and accepted him for who he was when you first went on a date. You knew Rafe had issues with his family and substance abuse, but you never judged him. You tried to help him multiple times and for a while, he would seem to do well but he would then go back to drinking and using drugs. It broke your heart and made you feel like a failure of a girlfriend but you realised after six months of dating that it wasn't you, it was him. Months of late-night visits high or drunk, phone calls in the early hours of the morning, cleaning wounds and cuts from his countless fights, and you never once complained.
Of course, his behaviour upset and frustrated you on occasions but you were in love with the boy. You were sure that with time, he would get better and stay away from the drugs and drinking. He always treated you kindly and so lovingly, no matter what state he was in. Yet, he was cruel to others, it didn't make sense to you. For the past week or so Rafe had been using almost non-stop, but he'd been having withdrawals from the last two days of not having any drugs in his system. It panicked you a little. You thought your relationship was strong and nothing would break you, until today.
You woke up at Tannyhill, Rafe next to you fast asleep. You got up for the day, the clock reading 8 am. You showered and got dressed before Rafe was even awake. He looked so peaceful, so you decided to let him sleep in a little before waking him. You made your way downstairs to have breakfast and some much-needed coffee, bumping into Rose and Wheezie on the way. You prepared breakfast for yourself and Rafe, nothing fancy, just eggs, toast, and bacon. You hummed a random song that was stuck in your head, rocking from side to side as you finished cooking the food. Just as you were plating up, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, causing you to gasp out of shock. Rafe pulled your back against his front, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. He trailed soft kisses up and down your neck, you were happy until you noticed the back of your shirt was wet.
You turned, frowning and noticed Rafe was sweating profusely. You knew he was having withdrawals, your nerves setting in. You simply passed him a plate of breakfast with a peck on the lips, making him smile lazily. You bit your lip, unsure of whether he would be drunk or off his face by the end of the day. You closed your eyes and turned to face him, Rafe sat at the kitchen island. "So, what's the plan for the day?" You questioned, wondering what he had in mind. He looked up at you from his plate, "I need to visit Barry in a bit and then we can go meet the guys." He mumbled, mostly focused on his food. You sighed to yourself, keeping your thoughts of disappointment to yourself and drinking your coffee.
You were already dressed for the day, so you waited on Rafe to get ready. You waited outside for him, enjoying the warm sun dancing across your exposed skin. You heard footsteps and watched as Sarah made her way outside to meet Topper, "Hey Sarah!" You smiled as she passed you, she turned around with a smile on her face. "Hey y/n! I feel like I haven't seen you properly for a while, how are you?" She wondered, pulling you in for a hug. Your arms lingered around her for a little longer than planned, and Sarah frowned into your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm good. You??" You lied, releasing her. Sarah felt like something was wrong, "yeah I'm good, I have to go but let's catch up soon yeah?" She asked with a smile, slowly making her way towards Topper's car. Topper waved to you from his open door, you waved in return and nodded to Sarah with a smile.
Sarah got into Topper's car with a frown, slightly concerned about your behaviour. A moment later Rafe walked through the doorway, smiling when he reached you. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bike, he often took you on it. You got on the back, a helmet safely on your head and a churning in your stomach as Rafe pulled out of the driveway. You hated going to Barry's, the guy made you feel uncomfortable. He was hella creepy and scary, always carrying around his gun and threatening people. Rafe stopped bringing you with him when you voiced your feelings, leaving you in the car or by the bike if you did go with him. The drive wasn't long, you were there within fifteen minutes. Barry was sitting in the garden on his chair, turning when he heard someone pulling up. "I'm going to stay here." You let Rafe know, seeing Barry eyeing you weirdly. You'd only just arrived and already you wanted to get away.
"I won't be long." He placed a kiss on your forehead, passing you his helmet. "Country club!" Barry called to Rafe, standing from his chair to greet him. You couldn't hear the rest of the conversation as they were too far from you, so you just observed from your position. Everything seemed fine until Barry grabbed Rafe's collar, panic set in for your boyfriend's safety. Barry began yelling at Rafe, Rafe pointed to his bike and then Barry released him. "Princess, come here!" Barry called, ushering you over. Your eyes widened, not wanting to move, "no I'm good here thanks." You yelled back, not moving an inch. Barry said something to Rafe, making him turn to you, "Come here babe, please." Rafe called, waving you over. You gulped and placed both helmets on the bike, making your way over.
Your stomach churned nervously the closer you got to Barry, your palms feeling sweaty. The guy was unpredictable and had a screw loose, you knew he hurt people to get what he wanted. You noticed Rafe had the bag of drugs in his hands when you reached them, so why hadn't he paid Barry yet so you could leave? Something was wrong. You raised your brow at Barry curiously, gripping Rafe's free hand tightly. Rafe squeezed your hand to reassure you everything was okay, but something didn't feel right. "Your boyfriend here doesn't have the money for his shit so he offered his bike as collateral until he can get the money, but I think you are far more valuable to him, so I'm taking you instead," Barry announced, grabbing you roughly. You looked at Rafe with wide frightened eyes, trying to grab for him.
"Hey man, c'mon. That wasn't the deal." Rafe tried to reason calmly with Barry, trying to pull you away but Barry pulled out his gun, pointing it at him. "Nu-uh country club, your girl is collateral until you get me my fucking money!" Barry grabbed you and pulled you to his house, "two days country club!" He yelled to the air, pushing you into his house. You heard Rafe scream annoyed, the sound of his bike speeding away further and further as each second passed. You were panicking, Barry was crazy and probably wouldn't be afraid to shoot you to get his money. You were thrown down on his sofa, "sit there princess." He mumbled, going into the kitchen. You instantly got up and tried running away, reaching his door. Just as you were about to open it, you felt something connect with your head. You fell to the ground and groaned.
Barry smacked your head against the doorframe! You lifted your finger to touch the tender area on your forehead, a hiss escaping as a throb set in. You pulled your fingers, seeing red coating them. Your head was bleeding, a wound from the impact. Your arm was grabbed harshly, your body was thrown backwards onto the sofa and a cold bag was tossed into your lap. It was a frozen bag of peas, "put that on your head. I told you to fuck sit there man, why don't you listen?" He grumbled, now annoyed with your presence. You listened to him this once and placed the frozen bag gently on your wound, hissing as your head began throbbing painfully. You lay your head against the back of the sofa and laughed, "bet you wish you took the bike instead now, don't you?" You taunted, hoping he'll reconsider and take the bike instead. Barry huffed annoyed, "fuck you man, shut up!" He turned away from you to do something, and this time you didn't dare get up again.
Hours had passed, it was late by this point. You had hoped Rafe would've been back by now, feeling disappointed that he wasn't. You had fallen asleep not long after Barry assaulted you, the throbbing too much for you to handle. The pain had increased when you woke up, "Barry!" You called, hoping he was awake. "Barry!" You called again, frustrated. Barry came storming down the hallway, a pissed expression on his face. "What?!" He yelled with his gun in his hand snuggly. "My head hurts, I need painkillers so I can sleep." You mumbled, hoping he was at least that decent. You knew that if you tried to run again, he'd either just shoot you or do something to Rafe as revenge. You wouldn't dare let Barry hurt Rafe for your stupidity, Barry wasn't the guy to mess with. So you were going to stay put. Although you were pissed at Rafe for putting you in this situation, in a moment of weakness you wondered how much more you could put up with.
Barry sighed and went through the cupboards in his kitchen, passing a glass of water and a pill bottle to you. You raised your eyebrow at him, "don't worry, I won't use my good shit on you. It's just Tylenol." He mumbled, taking a seat on a chair near the door. Seems he was going to keep a close eye on you now. You sighed and took two of the pills, hoping to get rid of the migraine and get some decent sleep at least. You decided to get as comfortable as you could with Barry pointing a gun at you and staring. You led down on the sofa on your back, staring up at the dirty ceiling. Your mind ran wild as the pills began kicking in slowly after a few minutes, you were upset Rafe would even put you in a situation like this in the first place. You understood he had a problem but you thought you meant more to him than to put you in any sort of danger. Guess I was wrong, you thought. He knew you were uncomfortable and hated Barry, yet he brought you along anyway. You should have refused and just stayed in the house, but you didn't want to get on his bad side whilst he was having withdrawals. You'd seen him turn on people in an instant when he was like this.
You sighed to yourself, closing your eyes. Your thoughts kept you up for quite a while, but the throbbing pain had almost completely disappeared, it was only a dull ache now. You were exhausted from today's stressful events but your brain was vividly aware of Barry watching you like a hawk not too far away. You turned to face the back of the sofa, trying not to think of the activities that have taken place on it. You wondered what Rafe was doing right now if he was working hard to gather the money needed to pay Barry. After about an hour or so, you felt yourself slowly start to drift off. Thankful to get some sleep at least.
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The next morning you were awoken by the sun shining brightly on your face, the light irritating your eyes. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, your hand coming up to shield them from the harsh light. Your whole body ached from the uncomfortable couch that dug into your skin multiple times with metal springs. It was also worn from use, so there wasn't much support for your back. You stood up, stretching your back and arms, hoping to relieve some of the aching. It helped slightly, you looked to the open door, "don't think about it girly." Barry grumbled, staring at you down with a 'try me' look. You huffed and moved into the kitchen with him, feeling extremely hungry, having skipped dinner yesterday. You managed to find some in date bread and butter, making some simple toast for yourself. You and Barry stared the other down, both seeming to hate the others company. After finishing your toast, you took two more pills with water and sat back down.
You looked around, wondering how Barry kept himself entertained. His tv was broken, and a few books scattered around that looked worse for wear. He had obviously read them multiple times, surprising you. An intellectual drug dealer, how peculiar. The sound of a car engine alerted you both, you immediately stoop up and walked outside. Barry walked with you, holding on to your arm, you huffed annoyed. Rafe made his way over, an envelope of cash in hand. "Here man, it's all there." Rafe passed the money, looking at you with a frown as he seemed to catch sight of the wound on your forehead. You avoided his eyes, too upset with him to look at him. Barry released your arm, saying something to Rafe but you didn't wait around to listen. Rafe tried to grab your arm but you shrugged him off, storming off to the car. You heard Rafe following you, you both getting into the car. Rafe tried to speak to you, but you weren't having any of it, "drive Rafe." Your tone was harsh and cold.
You heard him sigh, you faced the window. You refused to look his way, tears clouding your vision. You blinked them away, refusing to cry yet. The ride was fairly quickly, and you were out of the car even quicker. You slammed the car door and stormed off, running into the house and ignoring everyone you passed. You reached Rafe's room and grab your travel bag, taking it into the shower with you. You locked the door behind you, just as you heard Rafe call your name and open the bedroom door. You turned on the shower and sighed facing the bathroom mirror, you looked at your reflection.
The tears fell without you realising, the feeling of relief to be away from Barry was overwhelming. You looked at the wound on your head as your bottom lip quivered. "Baby?" Rafe mumbled, knocking against the door. You didn't answer, too upset with him to reply. New feelings about your relationship surfaced, and you felt unsure of what to do at this point. Did you really want to put yourself in danger again for him? You simple stripped off and got in the shower, feeling gross from not showering yesterday. The tears kept falling as you scrubbed yourself with soap until you felt clean enough to get out, you were in there for a good twenty minutes.
You treated your wound with the first aid kit under Rafe's bathroom sink and got dressed. Your hair was wet from washing, giving it a dry with the towel. You were honestly just taking your time to avoid Rafe, unsure of what to do. Finally, after forty minutes of being in the bathroom, you came strolling out. You didn't look at him, too afraid of breaking down if you did. You put away your belongings in your bag and sighed to yourself, "y/n?" Rafe's gently yet nervous sounding voice alerted you. You could feel his eyes piercing into your head. You turned around, finally facing him. He looked guilty, his nerves bubbling at the surface. All you wanted to do was to go over there and hug time, telling him everything was okay but it's not.
"Yeah?" You asked, not meeting his eye. You put away your belongings into your bag, unsure of what to do. He sighed sadly and scootched closer to the bed's edge towards you. "I'm sorry you were put in that situation, you should've been at home with me. I was so worried about you, I'm going to change I promise. Things will be different." He was being his usual cute, soft, charming self, the one he only showed you. You laughed bitterly to yourself, "you've said this multiple times now Rafe, and no I should not have been put in that situation. Are the drugs more important than my safety to you? Because that is what it felt like. You shouldn't have taken me there with you." You tried to sound strong, but the tears began to prick your sight once again. You blinked them away, not wanting to cry.
"I know and I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promise you that!" He pleaded, getting off the bed and making his way towards you. He grabbed your arms softly, "Rafe you've made these promises multiple times now, how am I supposed to trust what you say and believe you? It's unfair and I can't keep doing it." You pulled away from his hold, trying to grab your other belongings so you could go home. You decided that you needed some time away from him to be able to think clearly. You heard a soft thump, making you turn around to investigate. Rafe was on his knees on the floor, looking at you with teary eyes, "baby, please. I'm begging you, just let me fix this. I-I need you." tears were pouring down his face by this point and his voice had cracked miserably. Seeing how broken he looked and down on his knees for you made you break, your own tears falling.
He crawled towards you, grabbing the bottom of your top in his fists and holding it tightly. "Rafe, I can't do this right now. I need time alone to figure some stuff out, okay." you cried, holding the back of his head with your hand. Rafe stood up, tears still falling and his hands gripping both sides of your face. You gasped as he tucked hair behind your ear and leaned in. He placed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately with such force you thought you would fall over. He pulled away quickly, moving his lips to your forehead. Rafe closed his eyes, his lip quivering against your skin. "Okay." He mumbled as he moved away from you, leaning his hands on his bedside table, his head hanging low. You grabbed your bag and made your way towards the door, you slipped on your shoes. Just as you reached the door, you hesitated, closed your eyes and walked out. Once the door was closed you heard Rafe yell, "FUCK!" followed by multiple bangs and crashes.
#y/n#angst#rafe imagine#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#reader#outer banks#obx#obx imagine#sad rafe#barry obx
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candy -> oh haewon ver
aka the fluff alphabet
admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- the fact that you stick with her through the goofy humour. i feel like she might’ve been worried she’d scare you off with the sarcastic-ish behaviour. every time you laugh along with her at something very haewon, she falls in love with you again
body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- a thigh girl, she loves to squeeze them. no matter what figure you are, she adores your legs. personal pillows on the occasions she’s laying on you
cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- she likes every way, but her favourite is just spooning you. she’s the leader and she likes having things in control :( also she can draw cute lil shapes on your tummy or thigh that way
dates (what’s her ideal date)- go dance with her please :(( really her ideal date would be her sitting in the studio, you come in with coffees for the both of you and you letting her teach you some silly dance <3
emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- haewon 👏 is 👏 open 👏 with 👏 you👏 although her demeanour makes a slight impact on the way you interpret her
family (does she want one)- she already has it all planned out, you will have two sons, both of which will be cats
holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- your hands need to be swinging. it’s a physical need. bonus points if you’re jumping with your steps. but that’s only in your dorm 😭 she won’t ever jump around near her members or the teasing would get higher than her ego
injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- she kinda stops in her tracks. my girl needs to process what she just saw. if it’s a minor thing she just pats your head 😭 ‘ur fine bby’ and walks away
jokes (does she like to joke around)- she’s naturally funny like 🤭 i don’t think she would go all out and spill some goofy ah jokes, she just relies on her natural charm
kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- anywhere to be honest. she loves kissing you! <33 wonie kisses your forehead, cheeks, nose, hands, etc. if she’s feeling particularly playful she’s give you a smooch and pull away with a loud ‘mwah’
love (what’s her love language)- very aggressive acts of service. you’re sitting and watching stars and she throws a blanket at you (also climbs to hog you under it). you mention you’re thirsty? haewon disappears for ten minutes and comes back with three different drinks that she knows you like and makes you drink them all so you’re not dehydrated
memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- it’s a bit mean, but when you were visiting her once during practice, you tipped over one of the girl’s water bottles. that made her laugh and she brings up the incident every couple weeks, of course only if you don’t mind it
nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- haewon is a teddy bear. soft and warm <33 you can cuddle up to her, she can cuddle up to you, she doesn’t really care. as long as you’re both comfy
oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- the goofy ah faces she makes. that’s it, i’m not explaining this one 🥲
pet names (what does she like to call you)- honey! because she’s a bear yk. also maybe bee, if you’re shorter than her. she uses love passively-aggressively ‘ma love 👹’
quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- she would love it if you wanted to dance with her. doesn’t even matter if it’s nmixx’s dances, she just wants to vibe together. but if you learn tank or o.o, haewon is gonna show you off to every living soul in jyp ent
rush (does she rush into things)- haewon? rushing something? nah. unless you say you want to learn her dance or something. she rushes into studio then
secrets (how open is she with you)- my girl physically fights her members if they give you comeback spoilers 😭 other than that, no secrets, you’re both very open. she drops facts from her day randomly so you know everything always
time (how long did it take for her to confess)- she made you confess 😭 in the sense that she was playing around with you, playfully jabbing at you so it looked like ‘you like me, don’t you~?’ ‘what if i do!’ ‘awh, i love you too!’
upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- haewon just hugs you :(( if someone made you upset, their days are counted, but if you’re just having a bad day, she has all the hugs to give you. will probably also send little encouraging messages so you remember she loves you very much <33
visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- she will f i g h t and i am deadass serious. if you both come out and there is a single soul saying something bad about you, haewon has got some suspicious team tracking down their ip
warrior (how often do you fight)- haewon is naturally sarcastic so sometimes when you start fighting her over something, at first she might think your joking, especially because you don’t argue often.
x-ray (is she able to read you)- to some extent. as i said before, she sometimes doesn’t get if you’re both being serious or joking around, but she tries the best to always read the room. please give my girl bonus points for the effort :(((
yes (how would she propose to you)- she already proposed to me sorry guys she doesn’t actually make it all that romantic. haewon takes you out on a normal date, you’re in some park watching dogs and stuff. she suddenly says if you’d like to adopt a pet together after you get married and of course you agree because duh. she gets down on her knee and asks if you wanna go adopt a pet right now
zen (what makes her feel calm)- when haewon is stressed, she likes to just feel your presence around. best way if she can wrap her arm around you and just kind of side hug you :((
part of [the fluff series]
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The watcher part 2
Part 1
Kai Chisaki has been watching you for months. Ever since you ran into him and spilled your drink all over him. After he calmly told you not to worry about it Kai saw how worried you were when you saw his hives. Ignoring your distress over him kai asked you about your quirk. You felt embarrassed and told him you don’t have one that was the day when he became obsessed with you.
Ever since that faithful day kai started to act out of character going out more often in hopes to run into you again. He made his men gather intel on everything about you, your schedule, your allergies etc.
After months of planning he decided it was time to act.
Chisaki walks over to your house. He takes out a piece of paper from his pocket making sure he had the right address. He walks around your house for any possible entrances until he finds your open window. Kai climbs into your window and sees you cuddled up in your bed sleeping.
“Don’t move. Don’t wake up, sweetheart. You just carry on sleeping. Carry on dreaming”. He whispers as he creases you cheek. Kai steps back a little looking at your sleeping form he lets out a small sigh of admiration.
“Let me look at you. Let me admire you. You’re soft skin. Shiny Hair and delicate body all relaxed in sleep. You’re so beautiful.”
He leans forward to cup you cheek and strokes you with his gloved thumb. “Even in sleep you lean your face into my hand. It’s almost like you know I am here and therefore you don’t need to worry Angel. Do I have that much of a calming effect on you as you have on me?” Well, then stay asleep, dear.
“You know no harm will come to you when I am here”.
Kai leans down pulls down his black mask, his lips are inches away from your as he closes the small gap with a kiss. “I wish you could stay like this forever. The outside world isn’t important. The only thing of importance is that you rest and allow all the craziness of life to just melt away.You take on so much responsibility in your life and it must be so exhausting. Don’t you ever wish it could stop and you could just be taken care of for once?”
He pauses he sees your chest racing up and down. Small breaths fill the pregnant pause. Chisaki sighs as he begins to speak again “It almost hurts to look at you. You just look so pretty. So vulnerable”. He takes a pice of your hair and smells it he moans at the smell of your shampoo.
“You know, I’d like to believe that you’re seeing me in your dreams right now. Do you enjoy seeing me in your dreams? And I bet you’re getting aroused let’s see!” Kai’s hand traces your sides each curve gracing Kai’s hand. “What adoring hips you have. No time like right now? You want to know a secret?” Kai kisses you cheeks his trail of kisses leading up to your ear. “You don’t know I am doing it. You’re completely helpless. You really shouldn’t have left the window open my Angel .” He whispers.
“You think I didn’t see you walk into a club with your “roommate” on your day off. If we were at the club together, you’d probably stop me, wouldn’t you?” He hisses. You’d tease me with a look. A very brief but flirtatious look after we enjoy a night together dancing. Then you’d dismiss me like you did all the rest. Don’t think I don’t know your game, Angel. I’ve seen how you tease the men around you. How you flash a look of sensual promise to get the men around you salivating”.
“You wear a little black dress that accentuates that your waist and hips. All the while revealing just a hint of your cleavage to get the men wondering what’s underneath”. Kai crosses his arms his nails digging into his shirt causing it to rip.
“You walk onto the dancefloor and start dancing to the music with a shake of your hips and your beautiful behind. The men surround you and you grind against them like they have a chance with you, if only for a moment. They grab your hips or try to pull you closer to them as if to suggest what they would do if only they were lucky enough to get you into their bed. And you let them live in that illusion before you move out of their grasp. You then turn your attention away and pretend like nothing happened”.
“…God my sweet angel I’m sorry for that abrupt outburst you know how much I hate seeing you being surrounded with other people. I makes me foam at the mouth.” Kai shifts on his feet rocking himself back and forth feeling his pants grow tight. “God, Angel you make me hard even in your sleep. How do you do it?”
“Well, now you don’t get to turn away. You don’t get to dismiss me. You will now lie back and take it like a Good Girl”. Kai’s hand feels your night dress he hikes it up to your waist and he slips the straps down from your shoulders to reveal your soft breasts. He takes a step back to admire your body he lets out a small groan.
Kai picks up one of your legs. “Oh Angel, you have an incredible body. Beautiful legs.” He kisses your ankle. “Beautiful hands. Pretty face. It’s a shame I can’t see those gorgeous eyes, but I want you to keep them closed. I don’t want you to struggle or make noise. And let’s not forget these lovely breasts”. His hands cup your breasts. “perfect size and shape for my hands”.
Kai sees you stir in your sleep he holds his breath until you’re still in your bed fast asleep. Kai leans down and whispers to your ear “Oh no shh, quiet, sweet one. Don’t move”. Kai sees you shift again. “What did I say? Don’t struggle or try to wake up.” He says through grated teeth. He sees you relax once more a small smile pants his face. “That’s it. Just relax.Stay asleep and don’t worry. You’re safe in my hands”. “I don’t wish to hurt you but if you try to wake up or stop me, I may have to take drastic measures.”
He stokes your face his touch lingering towards your neck. “That’s better. Now where was I? Oh Yes. You have such a soft neck”. He kisses your neck and ear. “I am sure you won’t object to me marking it… That’s what I was thinking as I climbed through the window you left open… Big Mistake on your part dear”. “You never know just who could climb through, and who could be watching you. Most girls lock their doors and windows tight shut when they go to sleep. Why don’t you, Angel?”
He kisses your cheek as he holds your hand in his large ones. “Is it because you subconsciously hope I will come along in the dead of night to take pleasure in your sleeping form?” “Maybe I am the man who sees you doing your daily tasks, going to work, going out to the bar with your friends. Maybe I am the person you chatted to at the diner one time? At a store? So obscure you don’t even notice.”
“Or perhaps this is not the first time I have been in your bedroom.
All these wild ideas are of little importance; because you’re sleeping.” “But first things first.” Kai gets on his knees and lifts your leg he kisses the inside of your thigh. Then biting the inside of your leg gently. “Will you notice the mark on your thigh in the bathroom mirror the next morning, love? Will you run through scenarios in your mind about where it could possibly have come from? Or, do you just chalk it up to a bruise you got during the night and don’t pay it any mind?”
Kai sighs imagining your reaction to his mark the next morning. “You know I’m twice your size and stronger than you when you’re awake, Angel. Oh, of course you do. You like that in a man. It may not be exactly modern or politically correct to say you need a big, strong man to save you, but you can’t help it”. He looks over to the side as he sees a a wine glass.
Kai gets on top of you straddling you. “You like it when a man straddles you like this. And touches your breasts with his big, rough hands like this.” Kai moves his hands toward your breast kneading them. He looks down to see you stir. “Oh My dear , you must be having quite the dream there. You’re arching your back into my touch. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He groans at the sight of you underneath him. “it’s hard to hold myself back as my hand moves further down. His long fingers trail down to your wet pussy.
“Oh, you’re soaking wet, I can feel it on my fingers… How are you going to explain that to yourself? You couldn’t possibly be having such dirty dreams at night.” He playfully says. “Now let me see how wet you are.” Kai removes his fingers from your wet cunt and lowers himself in between your legs. “you naughty girl. You’re warm and ready. Let me taste you”. He slithers his long tongue up and down your slit slowly. Finally reaching your clit gently circling your pear with his tongue. He hums in adoration. “You taste like heaven, I want to feel how wet you are inside.” He slips two of his fingers in you. He feels your tight walls clenching them.
As kai moves his fingers in a come here motion hitting your g-spot. “that’s my girl. Your pussy knows it wants my cock. Even if your mind is oblivious. You’re soaking my fingers. Should I let you cum?” “If only it wouldn’t wake you up, I would love to see the look in your eyes as you cum for me, this whole night has taken a whole different turn from what I originally had planned.
I thought I was gonna watch you sleep. But you you looked so cute asleep. And I know you’ve been dreaming of me like I you. I say we consummate our love as we make love.” Chisaki excitingly says as he stands up and unbuckles his belt and pants as quietly as possible.
“Okay, you stay nice and relaxed and keep dreaming of wonderful things. It can be anything you like…. walks in the forest, lying on the warm sand of a beach as the sun beams down onto your face. Or of us getting married I think that one is my favorite.”
“Yes Angel, you enjoy those dreams of yours. You stay asleep and you’ll never know I have been here. Meanwhile, I am going to enjoy your luscious body”. “Now, let’s spread you open slightly… Whilst I.” Kai grabs ahold of your hips as he takes his cock and guides it to your wet cunt. Rubbing the tip up and down before slowly entering you. Kai let’s put a breathy moan murmuring under his breath how perfect he feels inside you. He pushes his head into a pillow to muffle his moans. “ My love , you’re so tight. You’re clenching around me. You may not know I am here consciously but your pussy loves my cock and wants me to keep going.” He thrusts inside you nice and slow. He starts to get a rut hem before he digs his hips further into you hitting you deeper inside. As Kai starts to drool loosing himself in pleasure. “This feels so naughty.
Actually touching you. Actually fucking you. All the times I have watched you I have dreamed of touching your, your hips and feeling your pussy squeeze around my hard cock.” “Oh, you love that idea, don’t you You want me to mark you, deep inside”. “I wonder if you will notice it tomorrow. Will you sense that something is different when you look into the bathroom mirror before your shower? You might notice the slightly flushed cheeks, the tangled hair, the mischievous shine to your eyes.” He starts thrusting harder and rougher inside you.
Your insides clenching him. His eyes rolls back has he tries to hold back his moans. “Oh, that’s it babes. I’m gonna cum. Nice and deep inside you.” Kai made sure to hit you deep his cock almost touching your cervix. He pounds into to you hard enough to maybe leave your insides bruised. “God you feel amazing he buries himself in your pillow smelling your sent as he fills you with his cum.
He moves himself next to you. Kai turns his head to you smiling as you’re still in your dreamworld. He wipes some sweat off his forehead, he catches his breath. “Wow, that was good. Oh, that was amazing. You are seriously so cute when you’re asleep. He kisses your cheek. “One of these days, you will know how it feels to have me inside you when you’re awake. Your eyes staring up at me whilst I pound you into the mattress. Your arms and legs wrapped around me and our lips mashed together in passion and lust.
You would moan as I move inside you and kiss your neck. Your hands would then move to my back and down towards my ass as you pull me deeper inside you. Then after we finish, you would lie on my chest and I would hold you close. My hands in your hair and kissing your face, ear and neck. Just like I want to so badly right now God, I want to stay here with you in my arms as we sleep but, I have to go. You’ll be waking up in a few hours and I can’t let you find out I have been here”.
Kai stands up before admiring you. He fixes your nightdress, fluffed your pillows and covered you with your blanket. “I'll leave through the window before you wake up.
Just let me take one last look at you before I leave.”Sleep well, my sweet.” He starts to climb out but as he’s walking he remembers something and rushes back to your window. “Oh, and just one more thing before I go… Dream of me ok Angel”.
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#31 My first MMF
My buddies and I were out at this little bar just outside my hometown. It was a few months after graduation. I was the one driving us home, so I hadn't been drinking, and there was a girl there, Katie, she was from my school, was kinda bookish and nerdy, but this night she was obviously drinking and letting her hair down. She looked hot. She was dirty dancing around the pool table with her girlfriends, and flirting up a storm with whoever was around. My mate Jimmy and I were both checking her out and we were making a bet about which of us would fuck her, when I said, why don't we just both fuck her. He laughed and then nodded, and a plan was hatched.
I went in and got to work, flirting, buying her a drink, and dancing with her and her friends. At a certain point she was hanging off me, talking about high school shit, crushes etc, and admitted to having a crush on me during senior year. I gave her some compliments about how she looked sexy as fuck tonight, and then asked her if she needed a ride home. She jumped at the prospect of me driving her home.
I had to drive 2 of my other friends home too, and they all lived out of the way, so I did it in a weird order that probably made my plans obvious, but I didn't care. I kinda hoped she worked it out. When I got to Jimmy's place I ask him if he had any weed I could score. He said sure, and invited us inside. I turned to Katie and asked if she'd mind coming in while we got some weed, and then asked if Jimmy had any food as well. She was chill and came in with us.
Jimmy led us to his couch and put the TV on. He said he'd heat some food up. He came back with some nachos and sat down to eat with us. Katie seemed shy. We were both trying to flirt with her, but the vibe was not really going where we wanted, she just seemed too shy about it. Jimmy made some comment about "are we going to fuck, or am I just going to tell my mates we did?" She laughed and looked across at me and then went a bit red in the cheeks, but she didn't say anything.
I thanks him for the snacks, and then asked Jimmy if he would get some weed. I said I might need to bounce soon. He said sure, and went to his room. Once he was gone I turned to Katie and asked her if she was feeling alright.
"I'm good"
"Jimmy can be a bit crass sometimes"
"It's fine".
Now, this line is going to sound lame, but it has worked for me so many times. I paused and checked her out, then said:
"Can I try something?"
I reached forward and lifted her glasses off her face, and then smiled and lent in to kiss her. She breathed deep and we made out for a moment. I moved to her neck and felt up her tits as she gasped and grip[ed my shoulders. Our lips met again, and I gripped her hair and kissed her passionately. Behind her, I noticed Jimmy had come back from his room and stood in the door way. I raised an eyebrow and continued to kiss Katie's neck. He undid his pants and pulled out his thick cock, stoking it, getting it hard.
I gripped her hair tightly and turned her head to face Jimmy. Her eyes widened as she gasped. My lips moving up to her ear, brushing across her neck as I whispered.
"Do you like that?"
Before she could answer, my hand moved between her legs, up her skirt and into her panties. Her pussy was bald and wet, and she moved her thighs apart as I massaged along her clit.
"Do you want to suck his dick while I fuck you?"
She let out a long slow, trembling breath.
Jimmy walked straight to her, hard cock in hand, and reached out, gripping her head and pushing his dick into her mouth. She opened wide and took it, as he pulled her head onto his cock, gagging her.
I moved around behind her and pulled her ass up onto the air, and Jimmy sat back onto the couch and continued to fuck Katie's throat. I slid her panties down and started eating her out from the back. Then pulled out my cock and fucked her from behind. She was so wet, and as I pushed in she made the hottest moan with her mouth full of cock.
After a while of fucking her, I pulled out and got up onto the couch and Jimmy passed me Katie's head by the hair and then got up to get behind her. I took her head and pulled it down onto my dick. She gave me the most passionate blowjob. I wasn't as rough with her as Jimmy had been. She looked me in the eyes, and Jimmy began to pound the fucking shit out of her from the back. She screamed out as she came on his dick, shaking at the knees as I gripped her face and made her lick my nuts.
We continued to hit it, swapping a couple more times, and making her cum again before we were both on edge. I stood up and jerked off against her face, then put it in her mouth and came down her throat. Jimmy jerked off onto her face.
We collapsed back onto the couch and Katie rubbed the cum into her skin, licking some of it up.
"I guess I should take you home", I said, looking at Katie as we all got dressed.
We left not long later. In the car, things were quiet. I got to Katie's house and lent in to kiss her. I asked if she had a good time. She nodded. I asked for her number, and she gave it. I asked if she'd like to fuck again, and she nodded. So shy. I kissed her and felt her body, and then asked her if she'd like to suck my cock. She smiled and looked surprised as I moved her hand onto my crotch. She felt my cock slowly through my pants.
"Take it out" I whispered.
She did. And she took it in her mouth. Sucking me off until I came in her mouth again.
For a few months, I would hit Katie up on the way home from work in the evenings. She lived on my drive home and I would often meet her outside her parent's house where she would suck my cock in the car, and sometimes we'd fuck in the back seat. After a while, I just didn't have time to fuck her any more.
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