#i swear to fucking god this is the last one
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breathe — 2min
pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho
tags: established relationship, polyamory, bdsm, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, degradation, pet play, breath play, collars and leashes, anal!!, butt plugs, oral (m receiving), nipple play (f), choking, seungmin and his canonically established pain kink, thigh humping, unprotected sex, sub/dom dynamics, sub!reader, mean dom!seung, soft dom!minho, implied subspace, use of “slut”, “bunny”, “bubs”, “pet”, “dumb”, slight humiliation kink, choking on cum, use of a non-verbal stop light system, reader goes yellow but it’s all good, absolutely sappy in the end, smut with so many feelings, lmk if i missed something!
inspo: 2min in the new teaser pics
notes: again, i got carried away. it appears the dirtier i try to make something the sappier it turns out. i think i started this two days ago and my mood drastically changed from horny as fuck to in love as fuck. please let me know how this turned out 🥹
{ wc: 5610 }
“And you’re sure you want to do this?” Minho asks, softly, as he turns the collar around in his hands.
It’s pink, a little bell hanging off the metal heart in the middle, three different slots available to tighten for size.
Seungmin bought it last week, after five whole days of discussions.
You asked your boyfriends for a collar, and Seungmin instantly agreed. Although it took a little more time to persuade Minho. He wanted it, you could tell by the crimson shade of his ears as soon as you initially brought the idea up—but Minho was the kind of boyfriend that never wanted to hurt you. Even though he knew you enjoyed it, he always wanted to protect you. Seungmin understood both of you equally, which was what helped the three of you work as flawlessly as you did. Seungmin shared Minho’s concerns, heard them and nodded his head silently, while also teasing you for how excited the idea made you.
In the end, Seungmin showed you three collars and when your eyes lingered a few seconds longer on the pink one he added it to his cart that night.
Yesterday the package arrived.
“Minho, I’m sure,” you promise him, “it’s gonna be so fucking hot.”
Minho smirked at you, shy and excited, his eyes locked on yours.
“You know Kim Seungmin loves you on your knees,” he says lowly, “I do, too.”
“You do?” You smile.
“Mhm hmm,” Minho nods sharply, “look so pretty with your beautiful eyes looking up at us.”
“Min, please,” you say, so soon, “put it on me?”
“Go get dressed,” Minho orders, “Seungminnie is gonna get here in ten minutes and then we can do everything you asked for.”
You smile big, excitedly clapping your hands together. Minho chuckles at you, eyes sparkling before he plants a small kiss on your lips.
“Go on,” he says, enamoured, before sitting back on the bed—collar still clutched tightly in his hand.
You quickly go to the bathroom, where your outfit is waiting on the counter. You get dressed, your new matching pink lace set fitting your body perfectly. The thong is a little tight, but you don’t think it’s gonna stay on for too long—so you don’t mind it much.
You take a look in the mirror, silently thanking Seungmin for his taste in lingerie; it makes you feel so incredibly sexy. You can’t wait to feel their eyes on you as they see the way the pink fabric compliments your curves.
With excitement, butterflies dancing all around your insides, you take a deep breath before walking back into the bedroom.
Minho’s spread on the bed, hand tucked behind his head as he scrolls on his phone. You can tell he’s looking forward to tonight, his sweats doing a poor job at concealing his already present bulge.
When he hears the bathroom door close shut, he looks up. His mouth falls open, front teeth peeking out as he looks you up and down three times. Then, “holy shit.”
“You like it?”
Minho swallows, eyes growing wide as he nods repeatedly.
“God, bunny,” he says, slightly breathless, “look at you.”
“I think I like it better when you look at me,” you chuckle.
“I’m looking,” he says, licking his lips, “god. Fuck.”
He sits up, his phone long forgotten and with a small flick of his fingers calls you over. You waste no time at all, quickly climbing on the bed to sit by his side.
“So pretty like this,” he runs his hands over your hair, softly brushing it with his fingers. “Pretty bunny.”
His hand leaves your hair after a few moments, running down your bare back before he softly cups your ass.
“So soft,” he hums, tucking his finger under the fabric of your g-string. He runs his finger up and down, tugging it tighter around you.
With his other hand, Minho runs his fingers over your stomach, higher and higher until he cups your tits in his hand. He’s gentle, rubbing his thumb over the soft lace and when your breath hitches he starts circling your nipple through your pink bra.
“Wanna touch you all over,” he mumbles, “but I don’t think it’ll be right to take these off yet. Look how perfect your tits are in this.”
You blush at his words but Minho is too distracted by your chest to comment on it. He pushes the cup down, only enough for your nipple to peak out, and then he rubs his thumb over it in quick motions.
You moan softly, mouth gaped and body already reeling from the touch. Something about Minho not even undressing you before he starts playing with your body ignites a fire in your stomach.
He leans forward, looking up at you as his lips wrap around your nipple, sparkling eyes locking on yours as he flicks his tongue repeatedly around your sensitive bud.
“Min, that feels really nice,” you sigh, carding your fingers through his soft hair. He smiles up at you, tongue flicking through his open lips before he closes his eyes—eagerly sucking around your nipple.
With a soft pop he moves away, rubbing his hand against your waist before giving the same attention to your other breast, eager to keep hearing your soft moans.
His hands join together behind your back, rubbing up and down freely before he cups your ass. He hums, content, the vibrations against your skin sending butterflies into your core.
He pulls away again, satisfied for the time being, looking up at you.
“I had an idea,” he says, lowly, “there was something else in the box I didn’t show you.”
“What was it?”
Minho reaches underneath the pillow, pulling out a long and white fluffy tail. You feel your face burning up.
“Why didn’t Seungmin say anything?” You ask, excitement buzzing through you at the idea of wearing a tail with the collar.
“This one was my idea,” Minho admits, a shy smile on his face.
“You can put it on me,” you say with a grin.
Then, Minho turns it around, showing you the small butt plug attached to the end of the tail.
You let out a small gasp, your lips forming a perfect circle at the realisation Minho actually bought you a toy like this. Your cheeks are so warm.
“I didn’t expect this from you,” you admit, taking the tail into your hands and inspecting it closer. The plug itself isn’t too big, but since the three of you don’t experiment with anal that often you know you’d feel a stretch either way. You feel your walls clench for a moment at the thought of wearing it.
“I didn’t expect it either,” Minho admits, cupping your ass and rubbing circles on it with his palms. “When Seungminnie showed me the website it popped up and I added it. I don’t know, bunny, the thought of you on your knees with a little tail between your legs made me so hard.”
“I want you to put it in, Minho,” you say, and your voice sounds foreign in your ears, “please.”
Minho nods.
He slips one of his hands beneath the pink fabric of your thong, his other hand gripping your ass hard. He brings his middle finger to your hole, circling it softly.
You grip his shoulders, breathing laboured as you lock your eyes on his.
“I need to get the lube,” Minho says, pressing the pad of his finger flat against your hole. You know he can slip it right in if he wanted to—but you can’t deny he’s right. His fingers are too dry and the slide won’t be easy at all, so Minho prefers to simply tease the entrance with his finger. It makes you moan either way, the novelty of it all and the sensitive nerves sending pleasure through your body with something as simple as this.
“I’ll go get it?” You offer through a small sigh.
“Delivery is on its way,” Minho says, leaning forward towards your chest and kissing around it.
You’re not sure what he means but you ignore it when he slowly starts pushing the tip of his finger in and out of your hole—in and out, in and out. You don’t think he inserts more than a centimetre inside you, but it still feels so so snug. So weird. So fucking good.
You hear the front door open and close before Seungmin’s voice follows with a small, “I’m home!” and the butterflies in your stomach start soaring.
Minho chuckles lightly, feeling the way your body reacts to Seungmin’s voice. “Excited to see our puppy?”
You nod happily, a broken gasp leaving your lips when Minho slips his finger in deeper. “He’ll be so happy to see you like this.”
The door to the bedroom practically flies open, and Seungmin doesn’t even say hello. He leans over you, a bottle of lube in his hands, and without any prior warning—he spills it directly on your ass.
It’s cold so you hiss loudly, but Seungmin only shushes you in return.
More and more of it trickles down your body, all over Minho’s finger and down to your cunt. All you can do is moan as Minho easily slips his finger all the way in, knuckle deep.
“There you go,” Minho coos, “take it, baby.”
“Feels so nice, Min,” you let your head fall forward, focusing on the pleasure the stretch provides you.
“Let me look at her, hyung,” Seungmin says, his voice covered in an edge you can’t quite place.
You let your eyes flutter open, moans tumbling freely out of your mouth as you look at Seungmin. He was at an important meeting, you aren’t too sure for what, but he was still wearing his smart clothes. They were so different from his every day sweats, and although you loved him in anything he wore, there was something particularly beautiful about Seungmin wearing tight fitting dress pants and a fashionable cardigan.
You wanted him to rip his clothes off.
“I knew you’d like the tail hyung got us,” Seungmin smirks, his eyes drinking in your outfit before settling on your lips, “knew you wanted it in every hole.”
“Seung,” you let out, ears growing warm at his accusation.
“I’m wrong?” You don’t answer, “our dirty little pet doesn’t like how hyung is fucking her ass right now?”
You moan as Minho makes a point of adding a second finger at that exact moment.
“Stretching you so well,” Seungmin mumbles, looking behind your back at Minho’s actions, “your holes were made for this.”
You reach out for Seungmin’s hand, pulling him closer to you, and he laces your fingers together as he sits down beside you.
“You bought the cutest set, Seungminnie,” Minho says, as he watches Seungmin’s fingers run over the lace.
“You chose the cutest tail,” he returns.
“I-I’m ready,” you sigh, “I want it in me.”
“She’s said that so many times already,” Minho reports, “she really wants it.”
“You want your collar, too?” Seungmin asks, sweetly.
“Yes, please,” you try your hardest not to sound too desperate, but the way they both laugh at you makes you think you failed.
Seungmin plants a soft kiss on your cheek before he looks around for the collar, and when he finds it somewhere on the bed he shakes it around. The little bell rattles around with a small repetitive dingdingding. Seungmin smirks.
“Oh, this is gonna be so fucking hot,” he chuckles, eyes lighting up.
Minho slips his fingers out slowly, kissing your shoulder as he tells you he thinks you’re ready now. You nod. You have no idea if he stretched you wide enough, but you don’t care. You just want them to start already.
You watch as Minho grabs the tail from the fluffy side, dowsing the plug side with lube before he looks up at you. The cautious look is back in his eyes, and he hesitates, but once he sees your blown pupils and quick breaths he leans forward.
He circles the plug around your hole a few times, letting you get used to the coolness of the lube (unlike Seungmin) before slowly pushing it inside you. He pulls it out, then back in—in out, in out, before it slips all the way inside you with a loud moan.
“Oh, my god,” you sigh, “feels so tight.”
Seungmin runs a hand up and down your thighs. Minho starts playing with the fluffy ends of the tail. You can hear him giggling.
“It’s okay, bunny?” Minho asks when you fall silent.
You nod, clenching your fists tightly to stop yourself from touching your clit and derailing the whole evening. Your senses are on fire, the tightness of the plug causing your walls to flutter repeatedly. You try to focus on your boyfriends, who are looking at you curiously.
“I have so many things I wanna do to you, bubs,” Seungmin says, “you’re good to let me ruin you?”
“Please, Seungmin,” you groan, “ruin me as much as you want.”
He chuckles. “Let’s get you dressed, yeah?”
He opens up the collar, watching you slowly as he secures it in place. He locks it on the first loop, the loosest option, and kisses you softly.
Minho runs his hands through your hair, delicately pulling it up into a ponytail as he pushes it away from your face. You aren’t sure when he got the hair tie, but he’s delicate with it, even pulling out a few strands from the side like how you always do.
“Thank you,” you say, surprised.
“So it doesn’t get in the way,” he explains. Your heart skips a beat, understanding they must’ve discussed what they wanted to do tonight beforehand, leaving it as a surprise for you.
Seungmin leans over your shoulder, kissing Minho’s lips messily, before the older pushes him off.
“Youngest first,” Minho says, pointing at the box at the edge of the room where the rest of the toys came from.
Seungmin gets up from the bed, grabbing a matching pink leash out of the box.
He secures the leash onto the collar, giving the handle to Minho before he steps back.
He opens the button on his pants.
You watch as he lets them fall onto the floor, pooling around his feet, along with his boxers.
His cock stands against his stomach at full hardness already, and you swallow tightly.
“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbles impatiently, “shirt off. We wanna see all of you.”
Seungmin rolls his eyes but acquiesces, chucking his shirt to the side.
“He’s so pretty,” you voice out loud.
“I know,” Minho agrees, reaching his fingers towards Seungmin's stomach. He runs them up and down the soft skin, and you watch fascinated as small goosebumps rise on the skin of his thighs.
“Minho,” you let out breathless, “I wanna bite him.”
Minho laughs, almost evilly. “I think you should.”
“Yeah?” You blink at Minho.
He nods. “You know how much our boy likes that kinda thing. Do what you want, bunny. I’ll pull you back if I want to, right?”
Your eyes move towards Minho’s hand, thick veins accenting his knuckles as the bright pink leash sits securely in his hands. You clench your thighs together.
Minho grabs one of the pillows and drops it to the floor, right at Seungmin’s feet.
“Down, pet,” Seungmin commands. You have to hold back a moan.
You slowly move onto the floor, knees comfortably sitting on top of the pillow Minho provided. Each small movement nudges the plug inside you—you feel so dizzy with want, with excitement, you aren’t sure you’re even in your own body.
But knowing Minho is holding onto you, connected to him by pink leather, puts you at ease. Minho would never let anything happen to you, and Seungmin would kiss you better if it ever did.
You get into position, holding onto Seungmin’s soft thighs.
“Open,” Seungmin orders, running his thumb across your chin. You open your mouth, instinctively sticking your tongue all the way out as you get comfortable on your knees.
Seungmin laughs at you, shaking his head softly.
“You were waiting to do that, huh?” He says, lowly.
You nod your head, and the bell around your neck starts clicking.
“Such a pathetic girl,” Seungmin whispers, “letting hyung stick a fucking tail in your ass? And you liked it?”
“I liked it so much, Seung,” you whine, “it feels so nice.”
“You didn’t even thank hyung,” Seungmin points out.
You feel a small tug at your collar, so you turn around towards Minho. He’s lying back, hand tucked beneath his head again, his black t-shirt showing off his arms beautifully.
“Thank you, Minho,” you say.
“For what?” Seungmin pushes.
“Thank you for fucking my ass with the tail,” you choke out, heat running up and down your entire body.
Minho doesn’t say anything, but you see his knuckles tighten around the leash.
Your chin is tugged harshly as Seungmin turns your head back towards him, smiling wickedly at you.
“Good pet,” he says, “now I’m gonna fuck a different hole of yours. And you’re not going to stop until hyung pulls you off, yeah?”
“Yes,” you sigh, “please.”
You feel Minho’s hand rub up and down your shoulder, as he plants a small kiss on your temple.
He grabs your hand, holding one of your fingers up.
“One finger means green,” he explains, kissing your knuckle. Then he holds up your second finger, “two means yellow,” then he unravels your whole hand so all your fingers are pointing upwards. He kisses your open palm before saying, “five fingers means red. Can you do that for us, bunny?”
“I can’t speak?” You ask after Minho gives you a small kiss.
“You’re allowed to,” Minho says, “but he’s gonna fuck your throat so you probably won’t be able to.”
You clench around the air, shifting on top of your knees.
You nod, fingers tingling at the idea before you look up at Seungmin.
His cock is bright red already, the head glistening slightly. You want to taste him.
You squeeze his thighs, making a point of using your nails, and he lets out a soft groan.
“Our pet has sharp claws, huh?” Minho chuckles.
You lean forward, planting a few kisses around his hip bone before you scrap your teeth against the skin.
Seungmin lets out a high pitch sigh.
“She bites, too,” Minho hums.
“Want more,” Seungmin groans as you bite him again, sucking on the skin before you lick over the small indents from your teeth.
Minho sinks his fingers into your roots, scraping against the nape of your neck with his blunt nails. You barely notice it when he guides your head further down Seungmin’s body.
Minho pushes your face against Seungmin’s pelvis, your nose brushing against the thick stubble. You kiss anywhere your lips can reach—but you can’t ignore the heat coming from his cock any longer.
Slowly, you lick the tip once and then twice and then Seungmin hisses, “take it all, pet. Come on.”
You do as you’re told, letting your jaw drop slack as you slip as much of it inside your mouth as you can.
The height isn’t exactly perfect for your current task, so you try to make up for it, lifting up on your knees to make up for Seungmin’s long legs.
Minho notices, and when he does, he tugs on the leash just enough so that you start struggling against his grip. He’s trying to push you back down to the floor.
The lower you are, the harder it is to fit all of Seungmin’s length inside your mouth but the more you try to lift up—the harder Minho tugs on your leash.
Your thighs are starting to shake.
As a distraction you focus on fluttering your tongue against Seungmin, sucking harder around his warm cock as the salty taste takes over your thoughts.
You want him closer, you want more, and when you drag your body towards him your pussy rubs just right against the pillow you’re sitting on.
You moan around him, and Seungmin throws his head back from the vibrations. Minho tugs on your leash in warning.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says.
Obviously, you do it again.
“Up,” he orders, “on your knees, up.”
You lift yourself up, struggling to sit up on your knees, but thankfully it’s much easier to control what you’re doing that way.
When you start finding your pace, head bobbing up and down freely, Minho tugs on the leash so quickly you lose your breath for a moment or two.
Once the collar isn’t digging into your throat as much you try to breathe in, but Seungmin holds your head in place.
“Such a warm hole for me,” he mumbles, “you don’t need to breathe, right?”
You look up at him, blinking away tears as you breathe in quickly through your nose.
He tugs at your ponytail until his dick falls out of your mouth. You gasp in as much air as you can.
“What do you like more, slut, breathing or my cock?”
“Your cock,” you say, embarrassingly fast, “it’s better than anything else.”
“God, you’ve gone entirely dumb,” Seungmin mocks, eyes narrowed at you.
You nod, the bell rings along with your movements. “Keep going, Seungmin. You said you’d ruin me, please fucking ruin me.”
“Hyung,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum all over her fucking face like this.”
At that Minho grabs you from behind, small hands covering your head as he guides you back onto Seungmin’s cock. You quickly swallow him in, getting used to the weight of him in your mouth again.
You grab onto his thighs for support, making sure to dig your nails into the skin again. As you let go of any control you have, you allow Minho to push your head up and down, up and down, while Seungmin gets louder and louder.
You bring your hands onto his stomach, scratching five long lines on each side from his hips to his thighs.
Seungmin keens.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he starts chanting, “do it-do that, do that again.”
Minho runs his hand down Seungmin’s back, scratching harshly as Seungmin lets out his loudest moan yet.
“Make her choke on my cum, make her choke on it, fuck fuck fuck—“
Minho shoves your head down until your nose is flush against Seungmin’s pelvis. You look for air anywhere you can but there isn’t much. The tip is so deep inside your throat you’re sure it can be seen clearly through your neck, but neither of them can see anything when you’re pressed flush against Seungmin.
A moment or two of nothing but Seungmin’s moans and you gagging, and then the salty taste gets stronger and his cum fills your throat in a sudden gush and Minho pulls you off in a matter of seconds.
You don’t even open your eyes, too overwhelmed by the speed of it all, focusing all your efforts on making up for the lack in your lungs without actually choking on your boyfriend’s cum.
Once you recover enough you remember to swallow what’s left in your mouth, the rest spilled all over you and the pillow and your brand new pink lace.
You feel a hand on your chin, cleaning you up, and when you open your eyes Minho’s looking you up and down seriously.
“How are we doing?”
“Green,” you practically moan, “keep going, I’m not done.”
“Calm down,” Seungmin chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed, “you sucked my soul out.”
You grin at that, pride filling your chest at the state he’s in.
His chest is covered in a sheer layer of sweat, bangs sticking to his forehead even though he styled them away from his face today—and his cheeks are bright pink. There’s scratches all down his thighs; you imagine his back doesn’t look any better. He can barely keep his eyes open, still breathing in and out with effort.
“You’re so fucking hot like this, Seung,” you groan, “please, I can go again.”
“I can’t,” he falls on his back, covering his face with his arm as his chest raises up and down rapidly. “Leave me alone.”
You look up at Minho, eyebrows lifting in a silent plea.
“Go on,” he says, one corner of his lips lifting up into a smile, “hump his thighs.”
Seungmin groans, as if protesting, but he spreads himself on the bed until he looks comfortable. Then, he lifts his arm away from his eyes.
He licks his lips and you notice his breathing has settled down slightly. He doesn’t move, barely reacts as you climb onto his thigh and drag your cunt over the soft skin.
You groan as the damp fabric rubs against your folds.
There’s a constant ding ding ding from the bell, the sound spurring you on to go faster and faster.
“You did so well,” Minho praises, “and you’re so eager to do more. You have to cum for us first as a reward for all your hard work.”
You nod, “yeah, thank you. Thank you, Minho.”
“Like when you train a puppy to do tricks,” Seungmin explains, “we’re gonna let you cum as your treat.”
You whine at his words, dragging your hips back and forth at an aching pace.
“Show off your tail, baby,” Minho mumbles, “looks so fucking hot when it bounces around like that.”
You can’t imagine there’s any kind of grace in your movements, far too concerned with chasing the pleasure to think of how it looks—but Minho’s eyes are frozen on your ass, completely enchanted by the fluffy white tail.
It’s only when he slaps your ass, the surprise causing you to fall forward on Seungmin’s chest, that you feel yourself on the edge of cumming. The drag of your cunt against Seungmin’s thigh and the newfound angle nudging the plug inside you just right causes your moans to get more intense, louder, more desperate.
Seungmin grabs your tits with both hands, “bubs, cum.”
He says it like a command, like all the other commands he gave you so far tonight, and your body has already learned to react to anything he says.
You instantly start shaking in his hold, tingles running all the way from your toes to the tips of your fingers as your orgasm crashes through you. You clench tightly, the plug making it all the more sweeter as you ride it out for as long as you can.
You collapse on top of Seungmin, a content hum echoing against your chest when he pulls you into a hug.
You watch as Minho lays down next to Seungmin, brushing any stray hairs that fell out of your ponytail from all your efforts. You aren’t sure when he stripped down but he’s completely naked now, and you let yourself indulge in the beautiful sight of his bare body. From his sculptured chest to his thick thighs to his gorgeous cock sitting angry and needy against his stomach.
Seungmin kisses the top of your head, then lazily kisses Minho’s cheek.
“How are you, baby?” He asks.
“So hard I could cry,” Minho chuckles.
Seungmin’s hand wraps around the base of Minho’s cock, squeezing tightly.
Minho groans loudly, the sound so different from how composed he’s been so far. You can see his desperation when he shuts his eyes tightly, mouth hanging open.
“Bunny,” he groans, “how are you?”
All you can do is lift up two fingers.
“Need more rest?” You nod.
“Don’t worry, hyung,” Seungmin says, giving Minho’s cock one full stroke, “I’ll take care of it while our baby rests.”
Seungmin holds you in one arm and uses the other to keep pumping Minho’s cock. Minho moans freely, letting himself enjoy the attention finally being on him.
You know he prefers giving when it’s the three of you, and especially when you decide to try one of your own kinks, but he still loves when the attention is on him—and who wouldn’t love one of Seungmin’s big hands all over them?
No more than thirty seconds pass before you decide you’ve rested enough.
“Let me sit on it,” you mumble out, “want his cock in me.”
“She still sounds so desperate,” Seungmin hums, “we can all barely move but she’s still hungry for cock.”
Minho smiles lazily, grabbing at the leash and pulling you towards him.
You aren’t very graceful when you climb over to his side but you have to do it quickly, the collar already pressing down on your windpipe.
Minho helps you settle on his thighs. You notice just how much bigger they are than Seungmin’s when the stretch in your thigh deepens from the prolonged positioned you’re in.
He pushes your ruined underwear to the side while guiding his cock towards your entrance. He nudges the tip against your clit, spreading all your wetness on his cock before he easily slips it inside you.
It feels tighter than usual, the plug sitting snug right by his cock, and you can cum from the thought alone.
“You two look so good together,” Seungmin mumbles, cupping his balls. With his other hand, he brushes Minho’s hair out of his eyes. “I’m so in love with you two.”
Minho thrusts up, hard, surprising a squeal out of you.
“Oh my god,” Minho groans, “tell him if he says that again I’ll cum.”
“Seungie,” you start, and Minho instantly picks up his pace, practically drilling into you from below, “S-Seungie, tell Minho how, fuck, how much you love him.”
“Shut up,” Minho warns, snapping the leash. You clench as your breath hitches, but that doesn’t stop you.
You wrap your hands around Seungmin’s cock, at full hardness again already, and start lazily stroking him.
He bites his plump lip, blinking slowly at the pair of you.
“Fuck, I love you two so much,” he groans. You pump him faster.
Your coordination is awful, and Minho’s thrusts keep jolting you around, and all three of you can barely move but neither one of you will stop.
It should be awkward. You think it’s nothing less than perfect.
“Hyungie is the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for, and you’re the best girlfriend. It’s like I have the entire world here with me when we’re together. I’m so lucky you two are mine,”
You feel Minho’s dick twitching inside you.
“Say it again,” you whine, “fuck, Seung, I love you.”
He sits up enough to kiss you firmly on the lips, and it’s one too many things to focus on so you don’t think you do a good job of it at all.
You try to put all your energy on Seungmin’s cock, knowing Minho is controlling his own pace well enough, but Seungmin already came tonight and your hand isn’t fast enough.
Still, “Seungmin, I love you so much,” Minho moans. “Fuck, I love you both with my entire heart.”
“Minho,” you whine, not used to him saying things like that so desperately.
“Hyungie,” Seungmin says as he pulls him in for a kiss, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
The three of you start breathing desperately, all broken moans and messy kisses.
“I need you two like I need air,” Seungmin says.
“I couldn’t breathe without either one of you,” Minho agrees.
“Fuck,” you gasp out as Seungmin pushes the tail deeper inside you, “I need you two, I need you two more than anything.”
“I’m gonna cum,” Minho warms.
“Min, I love you,” you kiss him, “cum for us, Min, wanna feel you so close inside me.”
“M-me too,” Seungmin groans, “gonna cum, too.”
You can’t be the only one left out, and so you quickly start rubbing your clit in figure-eights with your free hand. It’s a mess of movements and an unsynchronized chorus of moans—but soon the three of you are all hit with it at the same time.
Minho gets there first, and it’s a domino reaction when Seungmin notices his boyfriend cumming inside his girlfriend, and your body reacts to the pair of them slowly after.
Minho carefully guides you off his thighs, ignoring the mess between your legs and the way it’s slipping out of your cunt and all over the bed.
He unlocks the leash, opens the collar and throws it off to the side somewhere. He only needs one hand to do so, and you can’t suppress the moan that leaves you from the sight of it. Luckily, they don’t think much of it as the three of you are all still sensitive.
Minho slowly, and with a few reassuring words, slips the plug out as well.
The pair of them rub over your neck and your sore thighs and your exhausted wrist. Minho takes a bit of water and washes over your neck to make sure your skin doesn’t get too irritated and then he makes sure to give you what little is left in the water bottle to drink. Everything still tastes of Seungmin, though.
After a few minutes Minho settles down against your chest, reaching a hand to hold onto Seungmin’s hips.
You’re sandwiched so closely together you might actually stop breathing soon—somehow it’s still not close enough.
“Kim Seungmin,” Minho mumbles, eyes closed, “since when do you get sappy during sex?”
“Wasn’t my fault,” he mumbles sleepily back, “I was overwhelmed. I truly meant it all.”
“Of course you did,” Minho says, as if stating a fact. “There’s a lot of things I’m unsure of, but what the three of us have together isn’t one of them.”
“If you guys don’t shut up I’ll start crying,” you threaten.
Minho kisses your cheek. Seungmin kisses your shoulder.
“You mean the world to me, bubs,” Seungmin mumbles.
“I will cry,” you groan.
“Fine, I hate you. Happy?” Seungmin chuckles.
You giggle at him, “I hate you, too.”
“Why are you two so annoying?” Minho smiles, big and content. You kiss his cheek softly.
It’s sweaty in your three way hug, and you’re still sticky all over, and your throat is on fire from thirst. But still, you don’t move yet, entirely content with being wrapped all around the two of them, unsure of where you end and they begin. It’s fitting like that, you think to yourself, being so close together your breath easily turns into theirs.
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I hate it here (a lot less when I’m with you) | OP81 x Reader
Summary - Reader just got out of a mildly toxic relationship and released a song about what her coping mechanism was during that time, but when her new relationship gets leaked by the paparazzi, she decides to show off her new favourite person.
Warnings | Mentions of a past toxic relationship/ breakup, swearing
FaceClaim | Gracie Abrams
Requested | Yes - No
Type | SMAU
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Yourusername | Long Pond Studios has always been a place where I’ve let my emotions and feelings guide my songwriting completely, every song that I’ve written and recorded in this place has been a complete raw reflection of my feelings, and I’m forever grateful that I can trust you enough to share them all with you without the slightest moment of hesitation. That’s why, I’m surprise releasing my brand new song, ‘I hate it here’ now. This song is about a method I’ve used to cope for the past few years of my life when I wasn’t in the best situation, and I hope that it will help any of you who are or were in the same situation I was. This song was made with my soulmate of a collaborator, chosen friend, found family of mine, Aaron and were so incredibly proud of it and we can’t wait for you to hear it. Sorry for being away for so long, I love you 🤍
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User1 - OMFG SHES ALIVE !!!
User2 - ONLY TOOK FIVE MONTHS TO CONFIRM YOU’RE ALIVE AND BREATHING
AaronDessner - My favourite one together so far 🤍
Yourusername - Love you forever 🤍
User3 - WTFDYM ‘I HATE IT HERE’ EXPLAIN?
User4 - GO LISTEN TO IT ITS SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD
User5 - A SURPRISE DROP? WE’RE SPOILED
User6 - When Aarons a co-writer AND the producer, you know for a fact the song will change your life (and make the therapy bill triple)
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User7 - Girl don’t apologise
User8 - FR like she gets cheated on, takes a brake and then apologises to us 😭 like girl it’s okay
JackAntanoff - *Alexa play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo*
Yourusername- Your times coming synth man 🤫 LOVE YOU STILL
User9 - WDYM HIS TIME IS COMING YOU CRYPTIC WOMAN
User10 - “I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind.” That’s all I have to say.
User11 - Y/n could write Romeo and Juliet but Shakespeare couldn’t write I hate it here
User11 - “I place you need a key to get to, the only one is mine” girly I hope someone makes you want to make a copy one day
Yourusername - God I love you lmao
User11 - OMFG Y/n loves me I can die happy
User12 - “tell me something awful, like you are a poet.” BC HE ALWAYS PAINTED HER BLUE SKYS THE DARKEST GREY, RUINING HER DAY BY TELLING HER AWFUL SHIT LIKE HES A TORTURED POET !!!!!! (I knew Coney Island wasn’t fictional you fucking delusional people, no one in a happy relationship writes that shit 💕💕💕)
User13 - “This man made me feel worthless.” Y/EX/N ISTG WHEN I FIND YOU. COUNT UR MINUTES
User14 - “I'm lonely but I'm good, I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine” bitch where did you find my diary
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Yourusername - I’m sorry who’s this woman debuting at no.1 on the billboard hot one hundred? My god it is me, I can’t believe this, I love you I love you I love you thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart, I mean it, I really do. MY GOD I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. (And my baby with her first top ten entry, I love you Sabby, Go stream espresso, it is that sweet 🤍💕) OKAY ONE LAST THANK YOU. 💕🤍💕🤍💕
Okay I lied but being among names like Beyoncé, Ariana Grande, SZA and Kendrick Lamar is one of the biggest honours ever, I’m huge fans of them all and to be in the same space as them is an honour no words can express, I love you all, the most caring sweet fans on the whole planet 💕💕💕💕
(And yes, it was a reference to a physical key, this is it)
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User14 - We made the right one famous guys
User15 - I’m actually crying, when did she stop being our little secret
SabrinaCarpenter - My biggest fan 🩷
Yourusername - Your biggest fan 🩷
User16 - Oscar in the likes for what?
User17 - Who?
User18 - Oscar Piastri, he’s a 23 yr old f1 driver
User19 - What is vroom vroom boy doing here
AaronDessner - Truly blessed to work with you
Yourusername - I’m the blessed one don’t even
User20 - Only y/n could send a five minute long, slow, alt pop song with a main piano background, basically a depressing lullaby bop, to number one above all these TikTok songs
User21 - She’s actually adorable
OscarPiastri - Been on repeat!
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User22 - UM HELLO WHAT ARE U DOING HERE LITTLE ORANGE MAN?
User23 - This is all bc of me btw
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Celebrity.updates - NEW COUPLE!!! Fast upcoming pop star, Y/n Y/l/n (21) seen out late at night on the streets of London with Formula one driver, Oscar Piastri (23), according to the source of these pictures the two were laughing and running around the streets together, when Oscar caught up to her and hugged her to him and kissed her. Rumours say that Y/n met Piastri through her ex partner who’s an engineer for f1 team Alpine, the pair seem to be quite smitten and loving with each other. What’s your thoughts on this?
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User25 - WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN
User26 - Posting these photos is bad enough, but tagging them in it is crazy
User28 - Neither of them have even been hinting at a relationship at all, they clearly didn’t want anyone to know yet
User29 - Can’t these sickos just let them live, they’re people too
User30 - Whoever took these is messed up
User31 - They do look rlly happy together though
User32 - The fact that her ex is an alpine engineer makes this situation so much more funny and interesting
SabrinaCarpenter - You’re actually disgusting
User33 - TELL THEM SAB
User34 - The fact that she’s not even wrong
User35 - the fact that she defends Y/n with no hesitation
User36 - The friendship we all need in our lives
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Yourusername - I hate it here a lot less when I’m with you 🤍 my favourite polite cat xxxx
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LandoNorris- Finally. The pair of you at the paddock hiding in MY divers room bc you were scared someone would see you in Oscar’s. Sigh.
Yourusername - You love me
User37 - OH MY GOD
User38 - I need to know the bears name
OscarPiastri- She named him Gerald
Yourusername - Don’t sound so disgusted, that’s our son
OscarPiastri - Sorry baby
User39 - Hysterical
OscarPiastri - My favourite smiling dog 🤍
Yourusername- Excuse me did you just call me a bitch
OscarPiastri- NO I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT
User40 - The dynamic is already everything to me
User41 - Even his GF knows he’s a polite cat
Yourusername - He so is (he’s in denial)
User42 -“ I hate it here a lot less with you” Shut the fuck up
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OscarPiastri - She made me a copy 🗝️🤍
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User43 - Someone sedate me
User44 - SHE. MADE. HIM. A. COPY.
User45 - WTFFFTTFTFTD
User46 - Literally the ultimate Oscar on Alpine revenge
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Yourusername - I don’t need my secret gardens, or my lunar valleys anymore, because I have you 🤍
OscarPiastri- My favourite and only girl 🤍
User47 - I’m taking a nap on the highway
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two graves, one gun — r. cameron
sad rafe fic bc i just got my period and i'm feeling extra emotional :')
❝ so long, london
stitches undone
two graves, one gun
you'll find someone ❞
pairing: bf!rafe x fem!reader
context: after another night of getting coked out and passing out on barry's couch, rafe realizes you deserve better than him and decides to let you go.
words: 1.3k+
warnings: drug addiction, break-up, might make you cry, ANGSTY asl
the sole of your heel taps anxiously against your living room's hardwood floor, as you stared at the time on your phone's lock screen, which lit up with a photo that wheezie took of you and rafe sitting at one of the tables at midsummers last year, looking at each other as if you were the only people there.
8:30 p.m.
your heart aches at the realization that he had forgotten your date again, but the nerves that settle in your stomach win over, as you think about where he probably is.
pushing your weight off the sofa, you grab your car keys from the hooks on the wall, and dial rafe on your way out the door.
straight to voicemail. fuck.
you skip down the steps in front of your house and unlock your car in the driveway to get in, immediately starting the engine to get on your way.
you dial rafe again as you pull into the road—to no avail.
"damn it, rafe," you mutter, eyes switching between the road and your phone as you type him a message.
you: where are you???
when the message doesn't even go through, you let out a frustrated groan. either his phone's dead or it's switched off. you step on the gas to speed up, zigzagging between cars to get there faster.
you pull to an abrupt stop in front of a beat-down house on the south side, and switch the car off before hopping out.
"mrs. country club, what brings you to this side of the island?" barry stands from the porch when he sees you walking towards him, fuming.
"oh spare me the fake hospitality, barry," you tell him. "where is he?"
"where's who?" he shrugs—but you knew he knew what you were talking about.
"don't play dumb with me," you spat, attempting to walk past him. "i know he's here."
he steps to the side to block you from going any further. "maybe so, but it ain't a pretty sight."
"ugh," you manage to walk past him and proceed into the house, with him on your tail. "rafe!"
barry catches up to you and blocks your way again. "hey, i told you-"
"barry, you're really testing my patience here, alright?" you say, refusing to back down. you weren't scared of him—okay, maybe a little, but you weren't about to let him see that. "rafe!"
you push past barry again, and make your way further inside, immediately rushing to rafe, who was passed out face-down on barry's couch.
"oh my god, rafe!" you crouch down beside him, not missing the un-sniffed lines of coke on the wooden table in front of him, and pick up his head in your hands. "baby, baby," you gently pat his face with your hand. "can you hear me?"
"told you it wasn't a pretty sight," barry leans against a wooden post and watches you, making you roll your eyes.
"rafe," you try to wake him up again. "babe."
thankfully, his eyes flutter open, relief washing over you as you let out a sigh. "oh thank god."
"y/n?" his voice is barely above a whisper when his eyes lock with yours. "shit!"
you move aside when he suddenly sits up, searching the couch cushions for his phone. "what time is it?"
"rafe-"
"no, fuck!" he shouts when he realizes his phone is dead, and looks up at barry. "i told you to wake me up if i knocked out!"
"i'm not your keeper, cameron," barry shrugs. "just take your shit and go, a'ight?"
"baby…" rafe turns to you kneeling on the ground beside him, his voice much softer now. "i swear i set an alarm— i was just— i didn't think my phone would die and-"
"hey," you place your hand on top of his, squeezing it lightly to make him look at you. "don't worry about it. let's just get out of here, okay?"
he nods, and you stand up, dusting yourself off as you do.
"i'll meet you in the car, doll," he tells you. "i just gotta take care of something."
—
the car ride back to your house is almost completely silent, until rafe breaks it.
"you look beautiful, by the way," he says, eyes shifting to you.
you glance at him, a small smile on your lips. "thank you."
"god, i'm such an idiot!" he groans, clearly frustrated with himself over the situation. "how many missed dates is that this month?"
"rafe, i told you not to worry about it," you tell him. "it's okay, i get-"
"y/n," his voice is stern now, his eyes burning holes into your skin. "how many?"
you sigh, turning the wheel towards the curb to park the car in front of your house. "four," you answer, switching the ignition off. "that was the fourth one this month."
rafe scoffs and shakes his head, eyes averting away from you. he just couldn't look at you anymore, because he knew that even if you didn't show it, you were disappointed. not only at him, but maybe even yourself for putting up with him.
"hey," you place a hand on his knee, and he glances down at the gesture, before finally looking at you. "it's okay."
"how is it okay?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing. "all i do is disappoint you."
"baby, that's not true," you try to reassure him, but he doesn't buy it.
"it is true," he tells you. "and you don't deserve it."
not knowing what to say, you just glance down at your hand on his knee. "rafe…"
"no," he cuts you off, and places his hand above yours to slowly push it off of him. "i can't keep doing this to you."
letting out a sigh, you adjust yourself in your seat so you're looking at him. "okay, rafe, before you saying anything else— i love you, alright? there's nothing you can do that-"
"and that's exactly the problem, a'ight?" he snaps. "you're never gonna walk away from me yourself! even when i bought this shit from barry after i told you to wait in the car." he reaches into his pocket and tosses the small bag of blow in between the two of you. your eyes shift from it to him, the uneasiness in your stomach only getting worse.
"i have a problem y/n," he tells you. "and it's not the kind you can just 'fix' with love."
"then we'll get you help. we'll do any-" you try to reach out to him, but he resists.
"no," he says, motioning a hand between you two. "this has to end."
the words you dreaded hearing comes out of his mouth in one fell swoop, your heart shattering into a million pieces.
"what?"
"i'm never gonna be the guy you need me to be," he shakes his head at you, and if it weren't so dark outside, you swear you'd see his eyes watering. "and since you can't let go, i have to do it for you."
tears brim along your lower lashes as you speak, "no. that is not your choice to make."
"god, y/n, can you stop making this harder than it already is?" he pleads.
"can you stop acting like it's so easy?" you retort.
"you think this is easy?" he asks, taken aback by your accusation. "it kills me to do this."
"then don't," you say, voice cracking as you reach out for his hands. "we can work through your addiction together, rafe. we'll-"
"that's not your responsibility," he shakes his head at you. "if i'm gonna get better, i need to do it on my own."
you sob, "i— i don't want this to be the end.”
rafe glances down at your hands, before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.
you lean into his touch, and a single tear rolls down your cheek—one that he wipes away with his thumb.
"i love you so much," he says, eyes closing as his head tilted down against yours. "i'm sorry."
his lips place a soft kiss on your forehead, and just like that, he's gone.
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Thoughts on baby trapping 🙈
(fictional) baby trapping has me running around the block yelling !!
placebo pills instead of birth control and morning-after; how price changed them when you asked him to pick up your prescription from the pharmacy. he also helps you keep track of your cycle and safe days, but sometimes he drives you to the peak of your desperation that you fold and let him fuck you raw. he kisses your shoulder and promises to pull out, that he won't slip up, and he keeps it. of course he keeps his promises. but the next round, you're more distracted. more sensitive. more needy. so he fucks you good, he fucks you deeply, and muffles his groans on your skin when he cums in you. he says he's sorry, says that he'll pull out the next round he swears, but he doesn't. god, he's sorry he just can't help it. you jus' feel so good 'round him—
he gives you a morning-after, still so apologetic even when you laugh and tell him it's fine. that you get it. that he really shouldn't blame himself because you like it raw too. price smiles, so honest, and kisses you after you swallowed down the pill.
or how simon deliberately makes tears on the condom with his nails, and hides it from you by fisting himself or fucking you on your knees, your head pressed to the mattress, blind to his intentions. he says it might have ripped when he was fucking you hard—remember? i fucked you so deep you said you can feel me 'ere in y'r stomach?—and says he'll be more careful next time. that maybe he needs to pump you with more lube so it won't rip. he pulls a new one from the pack and asks if you can go one more round. you give him a shy nod, arching back into position and watching as he slips the condom on his cock. you last a few thrusts before simon's slapping the fat of your ass, pulling out just to adjust positions, before he's plugging you again with the thick girth of his length. you don't even know he's tugged the condom off him and had plunged his cock in your cunt, raw.
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sorry my godd this is just some messy rambling bc im honestly kinda super sleep deprived but this made me yell and i had Thoughts™ about this for a while now and!!! yea :D sorry about the mess
#anon#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#cod x reader smut#cw baby trapping#cw dark#afab reader#ask#suns
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ooh that prompt list is lowkey 🔥🔥
can i get a (squinting like im trying to order fast food) number 14 angst? it can be with any sauce (driver)
my kind of woman.
Oscar Piastri x fem!reader
in which formula one star, Oscar Piastri, and girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, get into a fight over something extremely stupid.
warnings: FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS, extremely slightly toxic, shouting, mentions of Gods torture to woman because of what Eve did 🙄🙄, swearing!!!
prompt 14 on angst- “just… lay down with me”
“your my, my, my, kinda woman”
“don’t even bother coming Y/n” was the last words that came out of Oscar’s mouth. he’s called me shortened version of my name during an argument before but never my full name. my face dropped and my stomach sunk to my feet when i heard my boyfriend say my full name. that’s when i instantly thought it was my fault. Oscar was off to the Australian Grand Prix after the ‘fight’ happened. it wasn’t physical or anything just really verbal. i was scared of him. i couldn’t tell if he could tell i was. he really shouted. i don’t know why. i was on my period, which made things 10x worse. as soon as i heard the hotel door slam shut, i burst into sobs.
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“Oscarr” i sung, skipping over to my boyfriend. it was day 3 of my period and i was in a pretty good mood because i hadn’t got any cramps today. it was around 7-8am and i wasn’t tired for some reason. “what” my boyfriend, Oscar, responded to me. i flinched slightly, but brushed it off and smiled. i wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind him. he was sitting on the hotel couch with a coffee sat on the table in-front of him, going cold. i kissed his temple but instead of doing something nice in return, he grabbed my arms and shoved me off of him. i let out a quiet ‘oh’ as i felt a pang in my chest. “oh” he mocked in a weird, lazy tone. i just narrowed my eyes at him. “sorry?” i said, making sure i heard him right. “oh shush Y/n”. he rarely uses my full name on me so it was clearly serious.
“what’s wrong Osc?” i asked. “oh my god” he whispered to himself. i stepped back in disgust at my boyfriends new attitude. he turned his head around to face me “i told you to shush? didn’t you fucking here me?” he said a little but louder this time. “but i was just trying to find out what’s u-” i started. then he got up and really shouted. what had him in such a bad mood this morning? tears pricked my eyes as he shouted all horrible words at me. “O-Osc-” “no Y/n, i don’t want to fucking hear it”. i was really upset. i hadn’t done anything. have i? then i heard him mumble under his breath. ‘stupid bitch’ “Oscar what the fuck?!” i whisper-shouted, due to my tears getting in the way of everything. “you heard me.” he said. then i cried. “jesus christ… here you go with fucking crying” he says, throwing his hands in the air and letting them smack back down by his sides. making me flinch hard. he didn’t even care. “don’t even bother coming Y/n”
(hours later…)
my face was buried in the hotel pillows. i was trying to sleep but i couldn’t i just laid there, face down blankly. my cheeks were stained with tears. but i didn’t care. i just sat there for hours, rethinking and trying to figure out what i had done wrong that morning. until i heard the front door open, a bag drop and light footsteps coming towards the door. “hi baby” was what i heard. hi baby? the fucking audacity this man has to scream in my face and come back to say ‘hi baby’?? after not getting a response, Oscar walked over to the bed, took of his shoes, tried to touch my leg in a form of comfort but i just shook him off of me. he sat on the bed for a few seconds, most likely watching to see if i would respond. after still no reply he got up and turned the shower on. he was probably sweaty anyways. after a few minutes (because whoever wrote this, oh me, is lazy asf) Oscar came out the shower and put a pair of sweats on and a hoodie.
i felt the bed dip beside me and a hand went on my lower back. “are you okay?” he said. i just got up, grabbed a pillow and went to the couch. Oscar shouted after me “Y/n/n!”. still no response. he followed me out the room and to the couch. “what’s up sweetheart?” he asked. “what’s up? what’s fucking up? what do you mean Oscar? you fucking screamed at me this morning and now your trying to see what’s up?” i finally confronted him. he squinted his eyes at himself and once he finally remembered everything he ran a hand over his face. “i’m so sorry about that, my love, i was just really tired” “that’s not an excuse to shout at me Oscar, i was really upset” i whimpered. he just had a-lot of sympathy in his eyes and left me there, sitting on the rather uncomfortable couch.
after minutes that felt like hours, i got up and went to the bedroom me and Oscar had set in. i cracked the door open slightly. “Osc?” i whispered. “yes?” he replied. “can i sleep in here? i’m sorry i tried to sleep on the couch”. even in the dark i could tell Oscar was smiling. “please, just… come and lie down with me, i want to hold you” so that’s just what i did. “i love you Y/n/n, so much and i’m sorry i lashed out on you like that. it wasn’t okay and i will do everything in my power to make sure it will never ever happen again. im so so sorry and i love you so so much” “i love you too koala” we both giggled and lay there, holding, kissing and touching each-other. not sexually. just like we had been touched starved our whole lives and we just wanted human contact. i love him and i trust he wouldn’t do it again.
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AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is short :( it’s midnight after all and i have an assignment due at 9 that i haven’t actually done so i will 1000000% be doing that… AFTER I DO SOME OTHER REQUESTS 🥳🥳 don’t worry its not an assignment that matters. i’m already trained in Marine Biology (my dream job!!) and can’t wait to pursue my career!!!
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Leaving Tonight.
Pairing - Ellie Williams x Fem!reader
a.n - hey everyone :))..I’ve really been trying to write what makes me comfortable enough to put on my blog, as well as trying not to worry if it’ll get thousands of notes. I’m just all about the vibes of my fics now..this doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing smut however, it’ll just be less frequent or have a buildup beforehand. So if you like that, don’t worry..this has been sitting in my drafts since last year and technically isn't finished but i also feel like ending it on the note it does is..evil, so it's perfect. Enjoy. <3
Warnings - Provocative language, Ellie self sabotages, potential tlou II spoilers, mentions (?) of a canon character death, mentions (?) of grief, depression, the whole nine yards, copy and pasted from the game, no comfort because I’m a monster!
It’s like a bunch of broken picture frames but,
The smell of pumpkin spice filled the air of you and Ellie’s shared home. You both had the perfect life. Running away from your small town to live together. As one..
In another reality.
But this one, no..that was nearly impossible considering the circumstances.
The photo still remains the same.
Considering Ellie had watched someone so close to her take their last breath. At the hands of a woman she still didn’t know. At the hands of a woman she was infatuated with in every worst way possible.
And you were just standing in the way.
You tried to pretend like everything was okay. To take Ellie’s mind off of the horrors she’d been exposed to. But it was just..impossible. You knew she couldn’t forget something like that. Let alone be a happy girl. And she would never put that front on just to comfort you.
Even if she loves you.
It’s haunting me, making it harder to breathe..
The air was off. your girlfriend..was off. you could feel it the second you woke up from your nap. but how? why? why could you sense it? why was that feeling here?
you shook from the cold as the light illuminating from the only light in you and Ellie's shared room wavered, flickered from the open window. little drops of your tears of oxalate, the rain, soaking the chipped paint of your window sill. The door was open, and you called out to Ellie, wondering what she could be doing up at this hour.
I’m leavin’ tonight..
“Ellie..” you stood feet away from her, hearing rustling from her bag. The same bag she carried all of your shared memories to this house with. The same bag she’d leave this house with.
And you knew..god, you knew. You felt like you were treading on ice, making sure not to fuck up your words or else she’d been gone just like that.
Your body was warm..coldness and heat fighting within your skin. You were scared. But, frustrated.
“I have to finish it.”
She has to finish it. She has to avenge Joel no matter what.
No matter what.
I swear to God the voices wouldn't shut up.
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a long forever / chris sturniolo
summary: chris tries to make things right with you after he fucked up big time.
warnings: swearing, mentions of prior cheating, angst (but semi happy ending!!)
let me know if yall want a part twoooo x
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
“if you truly don’t give a shit about me and fuck me over in the first place, then why the fuck are you here?” you asked him sternly, sighing deeply before rubbing your eyes - the crying you had done prior had irritated them massively. “please enlighten me christopher, because i have no. fucking. clue.”
the brunette sighed softly, letting his hands roam through his hair. he had messed up so bad this time and he wasn’t sure how to fix it - if that was even possible to begin with.
you and chris had been keeping it on the down low with each other for a while now. you went on silly little dates, got to know his best friends and brothers and loved to spend most of the week at his apartment; lounging around the place and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies for around five months now.
it all went so well. slowly you started to appear more on his tiktoks and the sturniolo channel, making the fans think you two at least spent time together because of the massive tension between the two of you. you met his family, had even stayed in boston for the holiday season and went on a little getaway together for your birthday.
“i care so fucking much about you! i- just- please listen to me,” chris pleaded as he stood in your kitchen, hands running over his face in pure desperation, “i have never felt this way before. about anyone. i swear.”
you scoffed at his words, shaking your head in disbelief, “remember when we said we’d at least be honest if we felt this wouldn’t work out so the friendship we had wouldn’t go to waste?” you motioned between the two of you, “you lied to me. god, you’re the biggest motherfucker i have ever met, christopher. i wasted my time on you. on us. on whatever the fuck we were.”
ouch, full government name - for the second time. he knew you weren’t fucking around.
he deserved all of that. every curse word you spat at him, every raise of your voice. it pained and sickened matt to see you go from adoring him so much till it hurt to now hating every inch of his fiber. to see you hurt because of his actions made him sick to his stomach. he had never meant to kiss the girl back after she tried to force herself onto him, but he knew there was no fair explanation towards you to begin with.
“babe,” he spoke up, voice trembling as you held your hand up to silently stop him from speaking up more. he noticed how your lower lip quivered and how salty tears were pricking your eyes, the fatigue taking over your body after fighting for three and a half hours.
“you kissed her back,” you spoke, a shiver running down your spine. “and i know we were never official to begin with,” you acknowledged, “but you truly made it feel that fucking way.”
it happened when he was in downtown la, where he and his brothers joined sam and colby as they were filming a brand new series about the cecil hotel whilst you were busy finishing your last year of marketing. they got drunk, went out to meet up at one of sam’s friends and one thing lead to another.
his confession back then was enough for you to silence him with a nod, grab the duffel bag he brought on his trip and push him out of your apartment. his pleas came from the other side of the door, hoping you’d let him explain what exactly happened during that night.
you didn’t wanna hear it. you didn’t wanna hear anything about chris and another girl, not when you thought he was done with fucking around when he started dating you. you figured that meeting his family, spending time with his friends and appear on his channel actually meant he wanted to be serious with you too.
“you don’t deserve any of this bullshit i put you through,” chris told you sincerely as he watched you calm down a bit, anger replacing itself with a self conscious mindset. ��i’m so fucking sorry y/n, there’s no explanation for any of this. i know you don’t wanna hear it but i wanna show you what you truly mean to me. promise i’ll make it right.”
“you do know your promises currently mean nothing to me after everything, right?” you asked him while pouring yourself a glass of wine, “you could be begging on your bare knees for me and i still wouldn’t believe a single word you say.”
“i know,” chris sighed softly, running his hands across his face. “i wanna be better for you. for us. you deserve so much better- i just want you to know it didn’t mean anything to me, alright? i- you- fuck, i love y-”
“do not finish that sentence,” you warned him before taking a sip of your wine, “i don’t wanna hear it if you’re not sure.”
“who says i’m not sure?” he asked you sincerely, “and what do you want to hear?” chris asked you seriously, arms crossing in front of his chest. “i’ll literally do anything if it proofs i’m only into you. i wouldn’t have let matt drive me here trying to make you forgive me if i didn’t care about you. i fucking miss you,” he breathed out, shaking his head slowly, “i don’t have the words to say how sorry i am i messed it up. how i messed us up. and i’ll do anything to gain your trust, let you know how much you mean to me, okay?”
his words caused your heart to flutter slightly, palms a bit sweaty as you were starting to fall back into old habits. chris had a way with words and the way he sounded so sincere made you think that maybe - after all - he was speaking the truth about the entire fiasco.
you shrugged your shoulders, sighing softly, “i just hope you know you’re a fucking asshole and i hate you,” you cleared your throat, your voice coming out soft and quiet, “but i appreciate the fact you got me flowers and tried to calm me down with some wine.”
chris couldn’t help but grin at your statement as he noticed you turned your body away from him whilst sitting on the high barstool at your kitchen island. it was something you usually did when you two had an argument because you knew if you looked into his beautiful blue eyes - you’d be a goner and would forget what you guys even fought about in the beginning.
“yeah?” he asked you, the smirk clearly tinting his voice as he stepped closer to where you were sitting on the barstool, “look at me, please?”
you let out a sigh once again after taking a large sip of your wine, placing the glass back onto the marble kitchen counter. your eyes darted upwards a little, noticing how close chris had gotten in the meantime. his unruly hair, sleepy eyes and curious gaze had you hooked - you knew you were fucked and putty in his hands once again.
“i’m supposed to be so mad at you,” you mumbled as chris placed his hands onto your clothed thighs, spreading them apart so he was able to stand in between your legs.
“you’re still allowed to be,” he admitted, one hand raising upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand cup your jaw afterwards. “as long as you know i’ll forever try to make it up to you. in every single way possible.”
“forever’s a long time y’know,” you spoke softly, playing with the hem of his oversized t-shirt as you gazed into his eyes.
he chuckled, “as long as i can spend it with you, i truly do not mind.”
#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo imagine#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#matthew sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo
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Purly fic excerpt (because idk if I'll finish it)
“You’re flat fucking stupid you know that?” Angela snaps, dragging Curly inside by his ear after checking to make sure Tim’s not around. She shoves him onto a chair and grabs the first aid kit from the bathroom. Curly’s got a gash on his head that’s bleeding like a stuck pig and the last thing they need is for Tim to find out about Culry’s latest stupid stunt. It’s a good thing Curly’s got the thickest skull of anyone she’s ever met because the header he took trying to slide down the banister at school ain’t no joke.
“What possessed you?” She dumps alcohol on a rag and rubs it over the gash none too gently. Curly tries to pull away but she’s cleaned up enough of his injuries that she expects it and holds on tight to a handful of his hair to stop him moving away.
“C’mon Angel,” he groans, wincing a little as the alcohol no doubt burns like a motherfucker, “Pony said no one could do that banister and I wanted to prove him wrong.”
“What is it with you pulling stupid shit around that kid, huh? I swear to god if I didn’t know better I’d say you were actin’ like you got a crush the way you’re always doing dumb shit tryin’ to impress him.”
Suddenly, Curly goes very still, swallowing harshly.
Carefully, very carefully Angela lets her hands slide out of Curly’s hair, puts the rag on the table. She hadn’t meant anything by it, honest, but now that she thinks about it it makes a little too much sense.
“Curly…”
“Don’t.”
“Curly I-”
“I said don’t, Angel,” he rounds on her with a snarl, and it's a look she’s seen on Tim’s face too many times to not recognize it as somewhere between hopeless and terrified and determined to hide it, “I mean it. Ain’t none of your business.”
He snatches up the half bloody rag and storms off to their room, slamming the door shut behind him and leaving Angela alone with her thoughts.
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Helpless part 40, It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us
"Neeks, you awake?"
"What time is it?" The Hades child mumbled, pushing his hair out of his face.
"11:24."
"How the fuck am I still tired?"
"Because you still need to catch up on sleep and you're off drugs medical and others after a while so you're still adjusting."
"I'll be honest I didn't process half of that." Will rolled his eyes teasingly, walking over to mess up his hair more than it already was. Will started to look through some files he'd brought in with himself as Nico started to get ready,
"Can I braid your hair?"
"You know how to braid?"
"Not very well, but Kayla made me learn a few years ago before she had to let Aussi cut her hair on a dare."
"I can imagine how well that went, but sure." Will sat next to him, brushing out and parting his hair before starting to do a french braid. "Do you have the second volume of Heartstopper?" Will laughed, quickly kissing Nico on the cheek.
"I can't believe I thought you were straight but yes, I have all the books."
"I can't believe I thought you were straight."
"Think you were the only one Neeks."
"Oh shut up Solace."
"Don't think I will di Angelo."
"Gods save me."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Nothing." He answered almost instantly,
"Not an option."
"I'm not hungry." He promptly ignored him and pulled out three ceral bars from his pocket,
"Pick one."
"Leave me alone."
"Do you feel sick?"
"I- I- just... can't, drop it William."
"I'll leave them here, just eat when you can, alright?" He said, half hugging him.
"Fine."
"Nico, have you considered talking to someone? Maybe keeping a journal as well?"
"Only if you'll also get help." He couldn't think of something he wanted to do less but Will needed help, desperately.
"It's not your job to worry about me."
"Will, I'm your boyfriend, it really is."
"Are you comfortable with the idea of talking to someone?" He was fine, he knew he was worthless what's the point of lying to himself.
"N-no." Fuck, this wasn't going the way he hoped.
"Nico, you don't need to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, that won't help. Also... I'm sorry about last night.. I- it's- yeah I'm just sorry."
"Will, no one's perfect, you need help, please, just try to."
"Neeks, I'm fine, really. I was just shocked last night and yeah, there have been a lot of people in the infirmary because of the war normally it's just less hectic." Lying through his teeth, he hated himself for it but that's fine, just another thing to add to the endless list. He wasn't Nico's responsibility, he doesn't need anything else on his mind.
"Just, take a break every now and then, I swear you're always working."
"Actually Kayla's ban me from working for the rest of the week soooooo."
"Good, you need it. Wait does that mean I don't get to see you for a week?"
"Nope, you can't get rid of me that easily. Apparently I'm too much of a simp for that, but I have a feeling she's timing it to make sure I don't spend the whole day here."
"I can see that happening, but you need a break so she is completely right."
"I really hate you sometimes di Anglo."
"I know." He whispers, blowing the son of Apollo a kiss.
"Solace, times up!"
"Better go Sunshine, also... I'll try journaling, I don't know if it'll help but I'll try."
"I'm proud of you Neeks," He ruffled his hair before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he kissed him back, wrapping his hands around his neck."I'll see you soon."
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A Villains Fantasy Part 1
Nightwing AKA Dick Grayson is losing all of his mind on a recent case using a grabbling hook shooting in to the air he is hitting the roof tip and doing a backflip to match with me. He catches me facing me head on as if we are one leaving me to cross my arms in a fit of rage and he shoves me hand to the side attempting to fully pushing me off of the building. I laugh a bit as he starts to go on full attack throwing kicks, punches and the like but I block him not really caring one way or the other and sending him flying in to the wall.
“You look floored! Did I defy your expectations?”
“Yes indeed!”
“Way to go!”
“Showcase your power for me”
“Your arrogant ass is going down”
“You wish! Your sweet cheeks need to be smacked.”
“I’ll spank you into submission “
“Fuck you !”
“I’ll be doing that”
“Who are you?”
“Your God!”
“You can submit “
“You can fight “
“You can fuck off”
“You can do whatever you like”
“You still have no choice “
“I am in control “
“Don’t deny that “
I had once chance to get him under my total mind control of the absolute order as it it a simple action on my part flipping my finger at him as he rages at me and I wait for him to race after me. I block his attack with one hand as I force my palm back making eyes go dim and dull with a threatening mannerI use my sheer will to make him faulted and pin him down. Pressing my fingers down asI dig into his skin because he fell back in to my arms as I cups his chin placing my lips on his as he comes to and admiring me with my utmost love.
“You can call me Master”
“Yes Master”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“You are all about me”
“You love me”
“Swear to me”
“Serve me and obey “
“Commit to me”
“I love you Master Lawrence “
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Set yourself free”
“FREE”
“Master Lawrence “
“I…Nightwing is at your service”
“Perfect! Kneel and kiss me”
“Oh my…”
“Oooohhhhh gggooodddd”
“Yyyuuummm…ffffffuuuuuuccckkk”
Metropolis Maven and Superhero Superman floating in to the air shooting past him with super speed as he landed on to the roof top with utter excitement glee to see Nightwing with this express on his face. He stood on the edge of the city arms wrapping around himself tightly, closing in he hops off of the edge of the roof as he walks towards his pals ward and encircles him his nose is put on alert. Oddly Nightwing had something behind his back but it was contained in a box of lead piquing his curiosity but Dick removes it putting it in his face and unlock it leaving green keep kryptonite. Clark looks shock a backing up to the wall hitting his back as it slid down to the ground in such a state pain as everything unravels before him Clark blacks out fading in to the city scenery. Nightwings eyes glow bright dark green hue as he holds his stomach in pit of pain laughter feels the air like guttural packs of bucket of pain as the last of sanity and heroic actions vanish. He regains control once more standing up he punches his left palm wings back right fist and kicks Clark all the way to the edge and joining them in step and toe stepping on him as he pounds his ass.
“Relax Clark! I shall give you some advice “
“Noooo! Stop”
“Why would ever do that?”
“We are friends, allies not enemies “
“Friends? Excuse me”
“You are weak “
“Useless kryptononian”
“Master will conquer this world “
“Subjugate you “
“Break your mind and reprogram it”
“I will repurpose you “
“Give him a gift “
“What gift?”
“Your ass”
“I will not allow”
“Allow me?”
“Take deep breath Clark”
“One small whiff and you are mine”
“No must fight”
“Resistance in futile”
“HELP!”
“No one is coming “
“Uuuuggghhh! I can’t fight any longer”
“The sweet smell of being owned. I am yours now and forever .”
The end
#hypnosis#mind control#reprogramming#hypno slave#nightwing#superman#hypno enslavement#trap#gotham city#metropolis
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i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD
#ramble#also only 0.29 delivery instead of 3.99#and chilli cheese bites#i swear to god the best food you'll ever eat while drunk is from the tiny shithole that's open until 4am#if you're refusing to do literally the smallest thing you can do to help then i have questions#it's FOOD. you'll survive#it's not even NECESSARY food#if it was like a chain grocery place and you don't have access to anything else then i would understand#but it's just NOT#make your own coffee for the love of god#when there is NOTHING you can do to stop this fucking tragedy. and let's be honest there isn't a lot normal people can do#and people say to you 'do this insignificant thing just to show that you even CARE'#and you DON'T do that???? what is actually wrong with you#also i've been worried about this since my last post about sbucks but this is Not an attack on the people who WORK at the boycotted places#because it is an absolute privilege to be able to leave your job and immediately find a new one
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god thinking about katsuki murmuring "gotta win... right izuku?" right before charging right into his death is so so so fucking batshit insane of a thing to include. like he's yearning for him. like not only is he speaking as if izuku is still at his side, but he still remembers what izuku said to him all those months ago and is fighting to live up to the version of himself izuku admired. and then he goes "tell me.... izuku.... can i still reach you" CAN I STILL REACH YOU LITERALLY LONGING FOR HIM, TELL ME, ONE LAST THING BEFORE I GO, JUST TELL ME IF I CAN REACH YOU FUCKING I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER HERE IT'S PEAK PINING TRAGIC ROMANCE
#bkdk#bakudeku#i'm literally going insane thinking about just how hard katsuki was yearning for him#all of this happening knowing he's probably going to die specifically to hurt izuku#the word choice the TELL ME#IZUKU ONE THING SPEAK TO ME ONCE MORE JUST TELL ME#CAN I REACH YOU#RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAA#CAN I STAND BY YOU CAN I BE BY YOURSIDE AM I WORTHY AM I STRONG ENOUGH#the fucking YEARNING IS GOING CRAZY AND THIS IS WHAT HE THINKS ABOUT WHEN HE DIES#when izuku thinks he's gonna die to muscle man in s3 he's like “sorry mom”#katsuki is just full god i wish i could be at your side izuku i want to speak to you one last time i want the silly trading card we got#signed#hori i swear to god if you dont let these boys hug each other after all this tragic gay pining i'm gonna scream
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I had a tome challenge to complete and I’m the type of player who goes feral for getting my challenges done and while crossfaded 🍃 my friend tried to warn me and all I could think of was this sound afterwards 😭
#horror#heathenart#slasher#dead by daylight#michael myers#dbd#DBD Kate#DBD Nancy#stranger things#Nancy wheeler#michael myers halloween#listen sometimes playing cross faded is the most hilarious thing ever bc my ears just were listening that day#I kept getting killers who equipped lightborn and I suck ass with beakers so I was like whyyyyyy#5 matches in a rooooow I was done 😭😭😭#I had to last minute switch just to sneak a beamer in#I had one match where I didn’t even being a beamer no one did and a killer STILL had lightborn#no hate to the perk but oh my fucking god I swear DBD was messing with me
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#The forbidden extra panels that're like ''And misgendering people is a shitty thing to do'' / ''That also makes sense'' before the last two#I'm sorry I'm choosing violence today#Look I'm not saying you have to call him Crocodad specifically or anything#Its just the seeming insistence FROM THE CISHETS to misgender him at every opportunity that just 💢💢💢#Another one is when people speculate about him being trans to begin with but instead of discussing whether or not he's trans#No it's a debate whether or not he's aCtUaLlY a fEmAlE#I swear to god#It's the whole Discussing Gender With Trans People vs Discussing Gender With Cis People-meme#And it drives me up the walls. Please just let me yell for a bit#Just to be clear: This is not a deeply serious post. If it was I wouldn't make it a Spongebob meme for crying out loud#This is simply MY BLOG and I'M ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN HERE#Also I do have to watch people repeatedly misgender him in the tags of MY OWN FANART completely unprompted so y'know.#Like randos pls don't misgender my husband on my posts I am fucking begging of you 😭#Moon posting#OP Meta
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every time i happen to hear a new taylor swift song on the radio i’m like “i swear this isn’t new, didn’t i hear this last year??” but no turns out she just keeps releasing carbon copies of her own records over and over and people just lap it up. every single time
#i was washing up just now and one came on#i swear to fucking god it sounds like 10 other songs she’s released in the last decade#yet people post about her music like she’s gifted by god with musical genius#like nobody has ever written better stuff ever#i’ve taken more iconic shits what are you TALKING about#quill to paper#personal
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BRRRORRRRTHEEERRRRRRRRR
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