#y'all i'm never going to shut the fuck up anymore

[auteurdelabre]

BLACKMAILING BABYSITTER CHRONICLES CHAPTER 3: Mr. Morales

HAPPY FRANKIE FRIDAY Y'ALL!

series summary: You're a babysitter to many of the families in your small town. When the father of one of your charges makes a move you see an opportunity to make enough cash to leave home and teach some bad men a lesson they'll never forget.

rating: 18+

tags: This is pwp y'all. The plot is there if you squint. Oral (f receiving), blackmail, dirty talk.

a/n: I . . . I can't even explain why I write the shit I do anymore. But I do wanna say this shit is gonna get dark soon. I feel it in my bones. Also a 1970 Ford Torino King Cobra is my dream car.

series masterlist here

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Chapter 3: Mr. Morales

The Morales home is perfectly pleasant.

It's nowhere near as large as the York home but they keep it tidy and organized. 

You arrive twenty minutes early to a very surprised Frankie who opens the door. 

"Sorry I'm so early," you say sliding off your shoes as he welcomes you in. "I got the bus schedule screwed up."

You of course did no such thing. It's just that you wanted to catch Frankie alone before Dana got home. She usually rolls in about the same time you do on a Friday. 

But one day you won't have to worry about a bus. One day you'll be able to fix up the car you bought last summer with the money from your serving job. 

It's an old piece of shit that doesn't run, but it's exactly the car you'd dreamed of owning. A 1970 Ford Torino King Cobra in red. 

"S'no problem," Frankie says with all his usual affable charm "You wanna drink? Sprite?"

"Sure. Thanks." 

Frankie pours you a glass, adding ice. You take this time to appreciate the breath of his shoulders, the curve of his biceps. You like how his dark curls peek out from under the base of his standard oil cap that he wears even on date nights. 

"JR is just upstairs napping," Frankie tells you as he approaches. "He has the sniffles so he might be down for the count tonight."

"Okay."

You take the chilled glass from Frankie, trailing your forefinger over his knuckles as you do. He swallows before busying himself in the kitchen, muttering about how he needs to remind Dana about something. 

Your phone buzzes and you see its Sarah. 

How's the new phone?

You tell me. [Frankie.jpg]

You attach a photo of Frankie standing at the sink, doing the last of the dishes by hand.

Is that him? 

Mhm. Target acquired. 

How the fuck do you manage to babysit for all these hotties? When that Dave guy came in I nearly fainted. 

You giggle behind your palm before slipping the phone into your pocket.

Sarah had been over the moon at her $500 cut for facilitating the "hand over" as she called it. You didn't tell her that is was less than 10% of what you earned. 

Now your savings account reads almost $8000. You're so close to getting out. Ten thousand will get you a few tanks of gas and the deposit on a cute apartment in California, hopefully by the beach. Sunshine every day, beautiful people everywhere. Enough to get you a bed and groceries until you land a job. 

The thought makes excited goose bumps pop up along your flesh. You look back to the phone, tapping quickly. 

You okay to be my intermediary again if I need?

For sure! My life is so boring. this is like the coolest thing that's ever happened. 

Frankie is still clinging to the kitchen counter, almost like he's afraid to get near to you.

You move fluidly to the TV room, sipping your cool Sprite and glancing around as if seeing the place for the first time. 

You take your time looking at the frames photos on the wall. There are so many of JR (their nickname for Francisco Jr) in all stages, others of all three of them looking so sweetly out at the camera.

 You like the one of Frankie standing on a dock holding a fishing pole and the smallest fish on its hook. He smiles broadly, his eyes scrunched shut. 

"You fish a lot?" You ask over your shoulder. You hear shuffling and now Frankie is a few steps from you, the topic obviously one he enjoys. 

"Yeah I go down to Ghalson Lake every summer. Gonna take JR this year."

"Sounds fun," you say silkily, glancing at him over your shoulder. "Maybe I'll have to get my bikini and join you. I love swimming."

Frankie's cheeks go pink and his eyes dart to the floor. "Not sure it's deep enough for swimming."

You turn back, doing your best to hide a grin when you come upon another photo of Frankie with a group of handsome men in front of a helicopter. You can feel Frankie watching you. 

You bend a little more than necessary, sticking your ass out as you peer at the photo. You want to smile at how excited everyone looks in the photograph. . 

"You fly helicopters?"

Frankie looks surprised by your assessment. "Mhm. Repair ‘em too."

"Maybe you'll give me a ride one day," you say with a pleasant grin and wink as you turn to face him. 

Frankie looks thrown, you've never talked to him like this. Usually it's a pleasant hello, goodbye, JR was great, thanks for the money. 

You never come early and start conversations. Never wear shirts without a bra and jeans so tight they anyone can see you're not wearing anything underneath. 

He gives a shy smile, shrugging non-committally. But you can tell he's nervous. His reaction makes you shiver in anticipation. You feel your nipples pebbling under your white tank top and you know he's fighting not to look.

There's the chattering of the screen door and Dana breezes in all apologies and beautiful smiles for both of you. 

"Wanted to make sure we had extra," she explains, sliding the children's cold medication onto the counter. "Just if JR gets fussy."

"No problem," you say nodding. You watch from under your eyelashes as she kisses Frankie on the mouth, sweet and chaste. 

"Gimme a half hour and we can go," Dana promises. "I just wanna shower and do makeup stuff."

"You look great now, carino," Frankie insists, trying to tug her towards him. "Let's just go." 

"Frankie," she says with a teasing whine. "C'mon, babe. Twenty minutes?"

"Fine."

You watch Dana go upstairs, her feet padding lightly over the stairs. You look at Frankie a little awkwardly, a smile on your face. 

"Where are you guys going tonight?"

"Just a tapas place and then out for drinks with friends."

"Sounds fun."

"Mhm."

This isn't going to work. This entire exchange feels awkward and forced. You need to do something that catches him off guard. 

"Do you mind if I use your computer? I wanted to print out this article from my email. I don't have a printer at home."

"Of course," Frankie says, leading you towards the office. 

You go in, waiting for him to sign you into the PC with his password. The one he has taped to the inside of his desk. His shoulders move against yours as you switch places and take a seat in front of the monitor. 

"Just call if you need help."

He walks out, closing the door behind him, leaving you to hurriedly bring up his favorite porn site. 

You double check. Yep, his latest search is my slutty babysitter sucks my cock while wife watches TV. You roll your eyes before opening the video on a young woman wearing a see through t-shirt and short shorts. You have to muffle a snicker when you realize the girl looks just like you. Same hair style, same body type.

She sits on the couch, smiling as the dad comes in and from there its the usual porn fare with shitty acting and no plot. You skip ahead, knowing that time is ticking despite the shower still running. 

You hear Frankie padding by the office, no doubt wondering what's taking you so long. Your hand is down your pants, fingers curling around your clit as you keen back in the chair. 

"Oh fuck yeah .... Right there Frankie ...." 

You pretend not to notice when the door opens, your head thrown back as you finger yourself beneath your jeans. You're barely wet, but you do a very good show of pretending your edging yourself. 

"W-what are you doing?"

You hear his voice, that low baritone reaching you. You tilt your eyes his way, heavy and warm. 

He stands behind the door, one hand still on the handle, the other braced against the door frame. His eyes are wide and his lips parted in surprise. 

"Mmmmister Morales, I'm so sorry," you whine breathily. Your hand still works underneath your panties.

 "I just needed to so bad."

Frankie is still standing there like a statue, half hidden behind the door. You know he's trying to hold back, but his dark eyes on your body give him away. 

"I was gonna print it out but... But then I saw your search history."

Frankie goes white in the face, obviously horrified. His eyes go to the window behind you, the reflection of the mute porno still playing. 

"That's not... I didn't-" be stutters, breaking out in a cold sweat. 

"I liked it," you coo breathily, arching up on the chair, your hand coming to cup your tits through your tight tank top. "The babysitter stuff."

Frankie's eyes are drawn to between your legs. Your fingers are moving faster and there's no mistaking the wet sounds. 

"You did?"

"Yeah... It was so hot and... Fuck, I'm sorry," you whine again. "Never done this before." 

Frankie is fixated on your hand moving under your jeans. His eyes dart over his shoulder to the stairs, listening for the sound of the shower. When he hears it still going he looks back between your legs. 

"Let me see?"  

"No, I shouldn't," you breathe, holding in your grin. "Your girlfriend..."

"S'just looking," Frankie says, his eyes stuck between your legs.

"She won't mind?"

"No," Frankie shakes his head. His cheeks are stained red and there's no mistaking the bulge in his jeans. He moves into the office, closing the door behind him. 

"You're sure, Mister Morales?"

"Mhm," Frankie wets his lower lip. "Lemme see, baby."

"Only if you touch yourself," you beg gently.

"Shouldn't," Frankie murmurs, his neck flushing red. 

You give an exaggerated groan, biting your lower lip. 

"Please?"

Frankie undoes his jeans in haste, not even waiting for the word to leave your mouth. You tug your jeans and panties to your ankles before leaning back in the chair, thighs spread. The fabric is soft under your naked bottom and you’re convinced you’re going to leave a wet mark on his chair after this is all done.

His cock is bigger than Dave's, uncut, rosy and hard as a fucking rock. It throbs in his hand as he stares at you wet cunt. Even in his big bare hand it’s large and almost intimidating if you stare too long.

"So big," you whine again, back arching as your fingers splay around your clit, rubbing slowly. You make sure to part your legs widely, ensuring he can see everything. He’s eyes are at half mast, mouth parted.

"You like it?"

"Uh huh," you simper, watching his hand come to tease the twitching head. 

Frankie licks his palm before wrapping it around his cock once more and you pretend to sound guilty. 

"I'm sorry for doing this Mister Morales, I just needed it so bad."  

"Yeah?" Frankie swallows, sounding almost sympathetic. "You needed to touch yourself?"

"Uh huh."

He watches you work yourself up in the chair, both of you breathing heavily. You enjoy the rhythmic slap of his hand against his cock. 

"Couldn't wait until you got home?"

"No. All I could think about was you."

"Me?"

He's surprised enough at this to momentarily stop jerking himself off. He quickly resumes when he sees your fingers still working hurriedly over your clit. 

"Uh huh," you nod, your eyes cheating to the back of your head momentarily as you bring yourself to the brink of coming. "Imagining it was us in the videos. Pretending it was you eating me out while your girlfriend was in the next room." 

Frankie lets out a hiss at that, his strokes increasing. The head of his cock is growing a dark red, almost angry. 

"You want that?" Frankie finally breathes, grunting a bit as he tugs. "My mouth on your cunt?"

"Yeah," you breathe, letting your thighs part widely. You remove your fingers so he can see you wet and waiting, glistening under the office lights. 

Frankie stares, heavy lidded as if in a daze. 

You don't say anything else. You don't encourage him. You simply sit there, thighs spread and fingers soaked with your arousal. 

"Messy little pussy," Frankie murmurs as if to himself.

You watch as he stops touching himself long enough to drop in front of the office chair between your legs. His hand slides up your thigh, eyes darting from your face to your cunt. You give a look of mock concern. 

"What if Dana hears?"

"She won't," Frankie insists with a groan when his fingers brush the arousal gathered on your soft inner thigh. "She won't hear anything. We’ll be fast." 

You go to give another false protestation but Frankie is already hinging your legs over his broad shoulders, parting your thighs luridly. He takes a minute to gaze at your pussy, inhaling before spreading your lips with two broad fingers and licking a stripe up the center of your quivering cunt. 

Your body jerks up at the sensation and Frankie smirks between your legs, his tongue still working you over. 

"Keep still."

You nod and have to press your hand over your mouth to stop from moaning when he lets his tongue drive between your folds, slowly lapping, groaning gently. 

"Sweet fucking thing," Frankie groans against your cunt. 

His hips rut against nothing as his hands reach up your body, sliding under your shirt to play with your tits. You enjoy this, arching into his both before he's moving his large palms to your hips, pulling you into a slouch so he can fuck you with his tongue. 

"Mmm, Frankie," you coo. 

The shower squeaks off but Frankie is completely lost. His eyes are closed dreamily as he sucks your clit into his mouth. 

He's so far gone he doesn't notice you raising your phone from where it rests on the desk. He doesn't observe when you start filming him, just as he grips your ass in his hands, his mouth working hurriedly to bring you off. 

You focus the video on Frankie without it being blurred. There's no mistaking who it is, even with his hat gone. There's also no mistaking that he's between two soft thighs, eating out someone who is not his wife. 

"Fuck, that's good," you murmur, unable to help yourself, eyes blown wide when you realize you said it out loud.  

"Mhm," Frankie hums, oblivious to the camera that points at him from your eye line. 

You're getting close, you can feel it. You're about to turn the camera off when you hear Frankie groan. 

"Best pussy I've ever tasted," Frankie slurps obscenely as he continues making out with your cunt. 

That's the money shot right there. 

You end the video, carefully placing the phone at your side again and finally surrendering to the pleasure that begins to take you over. 

You ride his tongue, rutting against his mouth in the office chair, the mute porno over his shoulder almost over. Frankie can feel that you're close and he begins to flick your clit with his tongue, causing you to buck your hips and grip a handful of his curls in your fist. 

He gives a delighted whimper at that, face moving back and forth, sucking and licking and you feel yourself release all over his tongue, biting back a stuttering groan of pleasure as Frankie laps between your thighs. 

He stays there too long, licking and teasing. It's obvious he fucking loves going down on you and while you'd normally celebrate such a fact, your blackmail only works if you're not caught by his girlfriend. 

"I think I hear Dana," you lie, sending him sprawling back onto the other side of the room zipping up his jeans and standing shakily. 

"Fuck... You can't... We -"

"I think you should go wash your face Mister Morales," you say as you gaze at the glossy arousal coating his mouth and beard. 

Frankie goes pink before rushing into the kitchen, pouring dish soap onto his hands and scrubbing at his beard and face, washing the evidence of your arousal from his face. 

You sail out of the office fully dressed, collapsing onto the couch and pretending to be looking at something on your phone. Frankie stands in the kitchen, willing his erection to go away. 

Dana arrives looking beautiful and excited moments later. Frankie is immediately at her side, murmuring how beautiful she looks. 

She blushes prettily before glancing over at you on the couch. 

"JR is still asleep so it's an easy night for you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Morales." 

"Not a Mrs. yet," Dana jokes, patting Frankie's bottom with affection. "Gotta get this guy to ask first."

You stand, placing your phone in your pocket and sauntering over to the couple gathering their wallet and keys. 

"You love her don't you, Mister Morales?" You ask Frankie wide eyes blinking in mock confusion. 

You feel Frankie's anxiety morphing into anger. 

"Course I do," Frankie says tightly, eyes piercing you. 

"Then I think you need to give the woman what she wants," you insist with a warm smile at Dana before aiming a cool glance to Frankie. 

"You wouldn't want to lose her." 

It was too easy Sarah.  No way really?! Yeah remind me to never get married. Married guys are fucking creeps.  Not my dad!!!!!

This is true. Sarah's dad Joel is one of the sweetest men you've ever met. You can't imagine him ever stepping out on his wife. The Millers are about the most perfect, well adjusted family you've ever met. 

You love going over to Sarah's place for meals, for movie nights, for just relaxing when your place gets too crowded with moms drinking buddies. 

How much are you getting from him?  Dunno. Just got off work so I'm gonna go start negotiations.  Good luck Roosevelt

You unlock the door to your apartment, a smile on your face as you enter. Your mother's slurred voice reaches you the second you step inside. 

"Honey! I was wondering when you'd be home."

You hold in a frown as you enter the kitchen to find your mom with a beer bottle in her hand. Her mascara is smudged and the black strap of her bra shows under her pink tank top.

Across from her sits a sloe-eyed man smoking a cigarette. He's about her age with a trimmed moustache and dark hair that falls into his forehead. 

"Hi there," he offers huskily, eyes sailing from her face to yours. 

Guess Robert or Roger from the other night is a goner. Typical. 

"Come meet my new friend," your mom says, a smile bleeding across her face. 

This is classic Mom bullshit; bringing home some new Daddy of the month that you have to bend over backwards for.

When you were younger, the really desperate ones would attempt to be fatherly, offering to help with homework or putting Band-Aids over your scrapes. 

But over time as you got older, this turned to an increasing mutual apathy with whomever she dragged in. Most of the time you just keep your head down and pretend they don't exist. But she's practically forcing this one down your throat.

This latest one is handsome (most of them are) with dark eyes and a full, pouty mouth. He wears a tight short -sleeve button down, fabric straining around his biceps. 

"This is our new neighbor Javier Peña," your mom says with a put-on smile. "He just moved in next door."

You give a distracted wave, moving awkwardly from foot to foot. You don't want to be sitting here talking to them; you want to be in your room making plans. 

"This is my daughter," your Mom says proudly introducing you. "She just about graduated college. She's gonna be a teacher."

Correction, you will soon hold a bachelor's degree in education. You actually have no idea what you want to do with your life. But you know it'll start in California. 

"Nice to meet you," Javier says extending his hand politely in your direction. He's got a low, raspy voice probably because of his smoking. You hold in a sigh and cross the room. 

"Same here," you lie giving him a weak handshake in return.  

You pull your hand back immediately, cringing at the dry warmth of his palm. You go to turn down the hall but your mom is still talking. 

There's a slight slur to her voice. This isn't her first beer of the night. 

"Javier's a cop," your mom supplies helpfully before turning her attention back on the man and dropping her voice huskily. "I love cops."

Javier shoots her a crooked smile as you hold in an eye roll.

"Okay, well I'm going to my room. Night."

Before she can say anything more you've taken off down the hallway into your room. 

You collapse onto the bed, your phone out as you pop in your earbuds and review the video. 

You watch the tiny screen, feeling your cunt pulse as you watch Frankie's mouth between your legs. 

Fuck that's hot. 

You upload it to your laptop under the file folder named "college plans", there along with the Dave York audio.

You think over what you'll ask from Frankie. $3000? He's not rich like Dave. But then again with Dave you only had voice, with Frankie you have video. You could squeeze a few grand out of him. 

Hi Mister Morales.  (Message read)

An hour passes and he doesn't answer. It doesn't surprise you. doesn't surprise you. Frankie doesn't seem like a guy who faces things head on if he can avoid it. You pull out your earbuds And stretch on your bed, thighs drifting apart at the memory of this evening.

You almost think you can hear Frankie's muffled groans when you realize it's coming from the room next to yours - your mother's room. 

Of course they're fucking. 

You put your earbuds back in, sighing as you turn on some background music trying to relax as you drown out the sound of the bed creaking in the next room. 

Another hour passes and you find yourself getting antsy without a reply from Frankie. You pull his text up, typing thoughtfully. 

Hi Frankie.  (Read) I need you to answer me, please.  (Read)

Okay, now you're getting irritated. All pretenses of being subtle are over. You attach a screenshot of the video to the next message you send. 

We need to talk. 

Almost immediately the text bubble pops up. 

What the fuck is this? You going down on me, Mr Morales.  That's not me.  It is.  You photoshopped it. 

Is he fucking serious?

Nope. I have an entire video to prove it. My favorite part is where you tell me I've got the best pussy you've ever tasted. 

... ... ...

The bubbles are popping up every few seconds. Something written then abandoned. Over and over and until....

What do you want from me?

You think of Frankie's smaller home and his decades old truck. He doesn't have money like Dave. Even if he does there's a part of you that feels guilty thinking about taking it from Dana and JR. Unlike Dave you have a feeling they'd notice that kind of money missing from their lives. 

But there is something you do need. Something he might be able to help you with. You grin. 

I need a car.  I don't have the money to buy you a car I have one that needs to be fixed up. Got all the parts just needs some elbow grease by a mechanic. 

I fix helicopters. You fix your truck all the time. I see you.

How do I know you'll delete the video? Fix the car up and you have my word. I'll delete it right in front of you.  You'd just put it on your laptop.  Either you take a chance and do it or you say no and you're guaranteed to have your relationship ruined. 

… … … I'll come by Thursday. 

The next few days pass by in a mix of working at the restaurant and researching apartments in California. You go over to Sarah's for dinner a few times a week, thankful for her normal family life and delicious food. 

When you're not doing that you're making a list of who will be next. Keeping meticulous notes and saving the video and photos in your laptop under the folder "research". 

During this time you do see more of the cop next door. Him and your mom smoking a cigarette in the parking lot. Enjoying a beer on your couch. 

He's always perfectly polite to you, nodding to you when he sees you, asking how your job is, typical small talk stuff. 

You're not surprised to see him at your breakfast table one morning with your mom. His hair is mussed and the scent of sex clings to them, mingling with the stale scent of cigarettes. He looks almost shy when you walk in to grab a bowl of cereal. 

"I think he's gonna be coming around a lot more often," your mom says with a proud smile after he leaves a short while later.  

You don't answer. You do your best to be civil. He obviously makes your mom happy and you feel safe knowing there's a cop in the house. 

Thursday your mom is at her job at the liquor store. You made sure to organize this whole exchange during her shift. 

I'm here. 

You head out the front door of your apartment, skipping over to the parking lot. 

Frankie stands beside his truck looking uncomfortably around. When he sees you his neck bobs anxiously. 

"Hi," you say feeling a little shy. Maybe you should have had Sarah here with you to make you feel a little braver. 

Frankie doesn't reply, just sucks at his teeth in irritation. You can tell there's rage there, simmering just below the surface. Despite it being midday you feel a flash of apprehension. 

"Where the car?"

You point to the nearby vehicle, walking behind him. You watch the long line of sweat down the spine of his grey t-shirt, admiring the dark curls that peek out the bottom of his hat. 

He's such a sexy man, too bad he's a bastard. 

"The extra parts are in the trunk," you tell his back. 

You stand in silence as he surveys the car, appraising before he stands and walks back to his truck. He drives it over; backing it up until it almost kisses your bumper. 

He jumps out, his dark eyes fixed only on the cars. He hasn't met your gaze once since he arrived. He retrieves the hitch from the back of his truck, turning back. 

"You know you could have just asked for my help," Frankie tells you as he hooks the car onto the back of his truck. 

It's the first thing he's said so you're not positive he's talking to you. Then his dark eyes dart up, finally meeting yours.  

"I would have helped you with this, you know," Frankie says motioning to your car that he puts into neutral. "You didn't have to fucking blackmail me. I'm not a bad guy."

You can't help it, you muffle a chuckle. Frankie sees it, his dark eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You know the kind of guy that says he's not a bad guy, Frankie?" You ask with a smirk. "The bad kind." 

He shakes his head, as if in disbelief that this could be happening. He pulls off his standard oil cap, running an anxious hand through his curls before replacing it atop his head. 

"I've kept up my end. Now delete the video."

You cross your arms in front of you. 

"It gets deleted when I get my car back fixed."

Frankie scowls at you, clenching his jaw as he takes a step towards you. For a wild moment you feel a sense of panic flood you and your smile drops. 

You saw the photos in his house, the army friends and helicopter. For all you know he could have a concealed weapon. The thought turns your legs to jelly. 

"Hey."

You hear the quiet rasp of someone behind you. You turn, seeing a familiar face. 

Javier. 

He's heading towards his car, his keys in his hand. You feel pathetically grateful for his presence. 

"Hi Javier," you say with a weak smile. You step back towards him. 

He eyes Frankie, taking in the man's age and wedding ring. His dark eyes dart to you, brows rising. 

"Everything okay?"

"Yep, everything is alright," you assure breezily. "Frankie is just helping me fix up my car."

Javier nods, not missing how Frankie's neck has gone pink, his eyes on the ground. 

"I see." 

Frankie shoots you one last look, mumbling that he'll have your car back to you as soon as he can. You nod both you and Javier standing and waiting as he climbs into his truck and takes off, towing your car behind him. 

You glance over at Javier, watching as he pushes his aviators up the bridge of his nose. 

"How do you know that piece of work?" 

"He's a dad I babysit for," you smile in what you hope is a convincing way. "I was telling him last week that I needed my car fixed up and he offered to look at it for me. Isn't that sweet?" 

"Mhm."

Javier nods, and even though you can't see you're sure his dark eyes are surveying you behind the sunglasses. You can also tell he doesn't believe you. 

Oh well. He won't be around much longer anyway if your mother's track record is anything to go by. 

You give him a final wave and wish him a good day at work. 

Before long you're inside, going over the notes in your laptop. You need a target with real money. No more of this small time bullshit. 

You scroll the babysitter neighborhood forum, eyes darting from post to post. Nothing really jumps out at you and then like manna from heaven a message sticks out. 

Hello, I'm wondering if anyone is available to babysit my girls tomorrow night from 5-11:30pm? Their ages 2, 4 and twin 5 year old. First aid is a must. I know that four children is a large ask and I pay accordingly. 

You read the neighborhood location and

respond to the ad immediately. This is the swanky part of town where the families with serious cash live. In large mansions that have pools and staff. 

Now all you have to do is wait. 

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[kelin-is-writing]

Kelin and I can’t wait to see and HEAR “Dabi’s dance” dubbed in Italian. WE ARE GOING INSANE!!

Look at him, all fucked up. Imagine Dabi looking at you like that when he’s pounding you so deep, repetitively hitting your g-spot.

“What a good girl, taking me so well. Such a pretty doll, you are.”

“Let me hear your pretty moans, never stop opening that mouth for me.”

This didn’t have anything to do with the fact that we wanna see Dabi’s dance in Italian but it’s okay. I just wanted to share some filthy thoughts about this perfect man named Dabi.

I. AM. DROOLING SO BAAADD. NO CAUSE BETWEEN HEARING HIM TALK ITALIAN AND WHAT YOU JUST SENT I'M JUST SO— never moving on from him i fear.

no cause while saying that he would be so entranced and in genuine awe while looking at his dick disappearing inside your pussy, then come out completely DRENCHED in your juices like... that riles him up even more!!!!! FUCKING YOU!!!! INTO OBLIVION!!!!! as he's in literal ecstasy!!!!! eyes rolling into the back of his skull as your moans turn his brain all mushy and fuzzy with lust and the need to get deeper than he already is into you.

GUYS I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. I NEED DABI SO FUCKING BAD.

#kelin responds #kel's thirst hours 🥵 #bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #mars 🔥 #guys the moment 'dabi's dance' gets dubbed in italian it's over for me #y'all i'm never going to shut the fuck up anymore #i'll become so damn annoying!!!!! more than already am!!!!! #and he's just well... existing???? #down horrendously for dabi #this is gonna become one of his official tags btw #btw i think it's canon that dabi has a bulge kink like– when he sees the silhouette of his dick's head on your tummy????? #he's gonna CRUMBLE with the nost deep and husky groan you've ever head from him yet again

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

this is a very venty post don't mind me :D

that nintendo direct was so horrible.

it was literally like 80 percent remakes and remasters.

never in my life have i seen an announcement video exist just to say "every game you've ever known since the 90s is being remade/remastered, sorry, we ran out of originality".

literally like all the video game market is anymore is remakes and the movie industry is just as bad.

the nso releases are fine because they're not like, remakes taking up full game slots. they're old games that are being made accessible and that's great... but there's no need to remake this many games when they can do that. remakes used to be rare. remember stuff like the wii u shop and stuff? with all the games they had on those things? now it's a tiny selection and everything else is a remake :/

also I feel like a lot of new rpgs are just like... lowkey fe knockoffs now instead of original rpgs.

i'm happy for like... two existing remakes, but one of them is mario rpg which people wanted waaaaAAAAAYYYY before the remake and remaster era, and the other is baten kaitos which im not actually happy about remaster-wise (the updated ui is trash, they took out very specific charms of the original ui), just happy that it will get more recognition/notice from people since it was never popular.

they also completely removed the english voice acting which like okay yeah it wasn't always that great but the voices fit perfectly and it wasn't as bad as fans meme on it for! it just sounded like they were talking through a tube and that was actually the worst part of it lol.

someone suggested to me that they may have just lost the data for it, but idk. i wish they'd just admit that somehow if it was the case, because it bugs me that the english audio is just completely gone when ultimately i really liked it. i wanted the game to be accessible to newer players, sure, but i also wanted the english audio there. ig that's because i grew up with it and i liked it, but it's still such a bummer for me!

paper mario being put on the nso and tyd getting a whole remaster does make me sad tho bc it feels like they're leaving the original in the dust when it was so good. if you're gonna do tyd, at least do them both.

good for innersloth though, i'm sure they never imagined being on a nintendo direct. they're the real winners here.

#DCB Comments #the FE fandom is just as bad too. every single solitary direct that comes up they're like #OMG FE4 REMAKE. like ??? I used to be just annoyed but #now I'm just feeling the “shut the actual fuck up” mood bc it's ALL they care about for FE anymore #nobody wants new FE games. they're just obsessed with the idea of remakes #it's more annoying bc it's all the majority of the FE fandom talks abt anymore #also does anyone even know if games on the NSO ever get a remake or if originals of remakes go onto NSO? #wondering bc I don't think I've seen a game on NSO get a remake or vice versa #like I was always wondering if Mario RPG would be on the NSO but it never was and now it has a remake coming #since FE4 6 and 7 are on the NSO I can't see why they would be if remakes were coming #also if they're in the process of making a new console do y'all still think they'll release Gamecube on the NSO? #idk if they'd release PoR on it since they'd prob remaster that one (I don't want a remake for it but remaster might be nice if they #update the map graphics and stuff) since it would net them way more money to release the game as a standalone but if they #did put it on NSO I'd really love that. I get up I play PoR. I lay down I PoR. I go in the car I play PoR (I don't drive lol) #but anyway yeah I'm just tired of every single Direct having FE fans being annoying as fuck #also ppl were apparently legit like omg the new banner coming means fe4 remake will be on the direct #oh my goooooddddd stfu at this point I just don't want it remade bc i am 💅 p e t t y 💅 bc ppl are so annoying abt this #when a leak for a new game came out (engage) from a very reputable source ppl knocked it and called it ''obviously fake'' #(the joke is now not just ON them but IS them) but then when they got a ''leak'' abt an fe4 remake they ate it up #like wow lol. wow. they won't believe anything unless you say fe4 remake then suddenly they believe anything you say abt that alone #it's rly sad that my favorite game has become a cesspool of annoying fe fans #the thing is fe doesn't come out with a whole lot of remakes. it never has #it's just that when gaiden got a remake ppl have NOT shut the fuck up ever since #and I've seen ppl saying every game under the sun should be remade #frankly if they remake anything right now it should be poor fucking shadow dragon (yes. the remake.) #anyway most of y'all know how annoyed i get abt this lol like yeah maybe someday fe4 could get remade but #it's the fact that the modern day fans are SO fucking annoying about it now. back ten or so years ago fe4 fans were just happy TO play it #we were just happy to have it at all even in emulated form and it being an snes game #we loved it as it was and didn't bitch about it bc it wasn't uwu modern enough (and i've played casual mode since new mystery) #now ppl are just like oh i like it but i don't want to play it unless it's remade

[xi-chan]

Mezereon

pairings: Sunday x fem!reader warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex, consensual, slight dacryphilia, Dom!sunday, missionary and cowgirl, sensitive Sunday, virgin sunday, wing teasing and pulling, glowing halo, cunninglingus, slight breeding kink(?), praising A/N: I'm going feral about this man y'all know that- so like, I had the thought that Sunday's wings flutter and twitch during it and read on tt that his halo like brightens up and I HAD to write smth about him; also, this is my second time writing smut, I've gotten a request which is also a smut so I kind of used this as preparation lol- save me from writers block please.

as sunday kissed you on your neck, he quickly removed your undergarments and threw them off the bed- not particularly caring where they landed- before resting one of his hands on your hip. He gave a gentle squeeze as he also bit you lightly, causing you to writhe a little before he backed up, your figure in his whole view. he placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs a little, noticing the wetness between them before lifting his head to look at you, "you're so pretty... my angel."

sunday lowered his head to be between your thighs before placing gentle, feather-light kisses on them, but never where you wanted him the most- even teasing you a little by having his lips dangerously close to your core. You could feel his breath but instead of going down he went to the spot right next to your core, kissing you there. "sunday-" "patience, dove. I'm getting there." after he interrupted your whining, he pressed two fingers on your cunt, sliding them up and down your slit and you were humming in satisfaction. in no time, your cunt was covered and shimmered with your slick and sunday quietly cursed under his breath. "fuck... my lovely angel, I can‘t keep you like this, can I?“ he whispered before finally kissing your clit and lapping up and down your cunt, making you moan softly as you try to grab his hair but accidentally pull on his wing.

„Mhm-!“ he moaned and the vibration on your cunt spent shivers up your spine before you apologized, „d-did that hurt? I won‘t do- ahm!~“ you practically slapped your hand on your mouth as you felt his tongue entering you, humming as he circled his thumb on your clit. As he ate you out, the pure bliss you experienced was something you never had before with anyone else. Sunday wasn‘t used to intimacy- especially sex- but he knew what your body craved, what felt good and what made you almost scream. He grabbed you by the hips, burying his face deeper into your cunt and your body entered ecstasy as your orgasm neared. He wanted to make you cum with his tongue first, he needed to taste you. You felt Sunday‘s wings on your thighs and unconsciously pulled them, making him moan in a high pitched tone, which caused you to climax. As you twitched and trembled, sunday kept lapping at your cunt- your slick dripping down his chin and onto the bedsheets. When he noticed you whincing, he stilled, kissing your clit gently before lifting his head. „are you alright, love? do you wish to continue?“ he stroked your hip lovingly and you nodded after you caught your breath. He was pleased with your answer, and he couldn‘t endure his aching bulge anymore. His cock was twitching in his hand as he rubbed the tip along your cunt, coating himself with your arousal.

he was impatient.

he eased in slowly, and once his tip entered, he suddenly whined, surprising even himself. „you‘re tight…“ he pushed his cock deeper, and your walls clamped down on him, squeezing his shaft as he bottomed out. „Ahm- sunday, please…-“ You whined, almost begging him to move, but he was trembling a little. „Uh, y-yes, just… hold on a second please..“ he shut his eyes close as he stilled above you, one hand on your hip and the other on the pillow next to your head. He hid his face from you, so instead of trying to make him look at you did you simply touch his wings again, going through his feathers and he whined deliciously. „…your soft spot, huh?“ you cooed, and even though you couldn't see it, sunday's face was slowly getting red.

"just... don't move for a second, please." he whispered and you really tried to stay still, but when his cock was so deep in you, your cunt automatically tightened and loosened up again repeatedly, and the sensation was a bit too intense for him, "angel, please."

he composed himself quickly after- too quick in your eyes- and he lifted his upper body- those golden, piercing eyes watching every twitch of your figure and how your chest heaved with anticipation. He pulled out before quickly pushing it fully in again. the way his cock was reaching every corner of your cunt made you see stars, and while Sunday took his time, you urged him to go faster, rocking your hips in tandem with his slow thrusts. sunday's head was spinning with the feeling of your cunt engulfing his cock and it felt surreal- the way your pussy seemed to be the perfect shape for him.

in seconds, his thrusts seemed to quicken in pace as he ruts into your core. he wanted to make the two of you feel equally good, but that one thought inside his mind was telling him to just fold you in half and fuck you till you were too full with his cum. but he remained 'rational'.

he was so close, and his thrusts became even faster- he held your hips tightly and while his moans were either quiet or muffled, you were practically screaming- screaming for him to be even more faster and you didn't care anymore if someone could hear you.

"sunday-! pleasepleaseplease...!"

"yes, love, anything for y- fuck-" he utters with a moan, his balls slapping against your thighs, covered with your slick. he groans as his forehead rests on your chest, his thrusts never halting as he muttered some incoherent sentences, with some moans in-between. "fuck...! fill you up, so they can stop pestering m- shit- with the whole heir thing..." As your second orgasm neared, you pulled on his wings again as they twitched, and with his last strong thrust, his halo glowed bright as he came inside you, painting your pussy white and you came as well, your body spasming with the bliss. he breathed heavily as he kept his cock inside you, even whimpering a little when you continued to tuck his wings. you didn't know it was possible but it felt like he came again.

"ah-" you whinced when he pulled out, feeling his cum oozing out of you. "are you alright, angel?" he asked with that sweet tone and you nodded. He placed his hand on your cheek before he kissed your lips softly, "that's good to hear." he mumbled and you took his face in your hands as well. you gave him a small peck before holding him close, his face now between your neck and shoulder. your bodies were sweaty, but it didn't matter- mostly because you wanted more.

you hesitated, you wanted to tell him, but were you selfish? you just had a session, to just suddenly ask for round two would be-

"I want more." he mumbled abruptly and you felt his cock- hard and twitching- against your entrance again. "please, give me more." he whispered before kissing your neck sensually, licking the part where he bit before. "Can you give me more, love?"

-

"that's a good girl..." sunday cooed. You were sitting on top of his cock, which was penetrating all your sensitive spots. As he thrusts his cock up your pussy again and again, tears start prickling in your eyes. It wasn't because it hurt- in fact, you were so overwhelmed by pleasure that you started to cry, craving more, more of his cock, more of his cum, more of him. sunday wasn't better off as well. his composure was still calm, but you knew that he was trying to get you to go down faster on him. not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend, you lifted your hips until only your tip was inside your cunt, before slamming down again, and again, and again-

"Love, please- faster-" he lost it completely. he was begging.

as you quickened your hip movements, you leaned forward as you grabbed his wings again, his moans getting even louder as his halo began to glow again. he placed his thumb on your clit and moved it in circles, making you cry out as the two of you chased your orgams. you were clutching his wings hard in a futile attempt to keep yourself straight while his cock was buried inside you. your body can't take it anymore, all that leaves you is a jumbled mess of half-words as you cum, rendered entirely speechless from the impact of your climax.

sunday came quickly after that, spilling his cum inside you again for the nth time that night. you stood still on his cock before falling onto his chest. he caught you and let you lay softly on him as your body was twitching with the after-shocks of another intense climax.

you felt sunday going through your hair with his fingers and his wings were slightly touching your cheeks, calming you almost instantly. "Love?" he whispered and you lifted your head a little, he let out a long exhale as his hand traveled from your head to your back, stroking in a circular motion. "I apologize if I was rough. It won't happen again." he said and you just chuckled, trying to shake your head. "No, it's okay. I liked it actually. Don't see this sight of you very often, you know?" you slowly lifted your hips and whined once his cock left your pussy, his cum spilling out and landing on the bed sheets.

"Yes, apologies, it's just-" he tried to find the words but you placed your finger on his lips, shushing him. "I know. The whole 'new heir for the Oak Family' reason gets old very quick after you hear it a thousand times. I understand why it stresses you out so much." he silently agreed before his lips were on your forehead and you keened into him. you could fall sleep right then and there- but the stickiness between your legs and the sweat on your bodies made it impossible for you.

"I'll prepare a bath, rest your body first, alright, Angel?"

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[bvidzsoo]

Love you, forever

❀Boyfriend!Mingi❀

TW: nothing, except angst and then fluff *cries*

Word count: 2,4k

A/N: Am I okay? Not really. Did Mingi's IG post send me into a spiral of depression? Kinda yeah. Did writing this help? Abso-fucking-lutely not, I'm even more in shambles, I don't even know what life is anymore guys, I'm hurting, bye. I'm fine, don't y'all worry, at least I'll be fine tomorrow lol Mingi's IG post really destroyed me, I'm a libra, I'm dramatic okay? Your feedback is appreciated! This little piece is for all of my fellow Mingtis' who are hanging on by a thread, love y'all! And please listen to Tunnel to get the feels even more going, trust me! *cries again*

            I couldn’t help but sigh for the nth time as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, chest tightening the longer I stared at my notebooks. It felt like nothing was going my way anymore, like everything was falling apart. I couldn’t define the tipping point of it all, but everything was starting to become too much. The stress, every new day brought more challenges without an obvious solution. The assignments felt like they were only adding up more and more, overtaking every thought of mine and only inducing more stress. Things started to become overbearing, I started feeling like a failure. There was a constant pressure on my chest, threatening, about to burst just at a simple innocent glance thrown my way by a stranger. I ignored it as best as I could, the thoughts and emotions, but it was getting harder day by day. It didn’t help that after a misunderstanding, my boyfriend wasn’t talking to me…everything just felt too much. Like I was overstimulated without a concrete reason, and not even my friends could help anymore. It felt lonely, it felt cold, and it felt downright depressing. It was fine as long as I wasn’t at home, as long as I wasn’t left on my own with my loud thoughts making me feel even more miserable.

It's been three days since we’ve spoken, Mingi and I, and it was maddening. I knew this didn’t mean the end of our relationship, but I never took it well when he was upset because of me. Especially when he was the one to pull away, to give me the cold shoulder. Especially not right now, when all I wished for was to curl up by his side and inhale his familiar cologne, closing my eyes and relaxing into my boyfriend’s arms. I needed him here, and I knew he needed his space when upset, but I felt like being selfish and just texting him. If the tears in my eyes weren’t proof enough that I was seriously on the verge of breaking, then I don’t know what else was. I sniffed loudly and pushed my notebooks aside, blood boiling just at the simple sight of them. It’s those damned notes which were making me feel like this, and the impeding feeling of failure, of failing another important class and never finishing this wrenched course and university altogether. It was frightening, and I didn’t want to be alone anymore. My friends were always a text away, but my body was craving the warmth of my boyfriend, my soul was yearning for his. I didn’t want to be alone anymore, and I didn’t want to drown and wallow in this horrible feeling anymore. I needed the love of my life next to me.

Quickly wiping my tears clean from my eyes, I adjusted my glasses on the bridge of my nose and unlocked my phone, noticing that I had gotten a notification from Instagram. At the beginning of our relationship, which was quite a few years ago, Mingi and I had set each other’s accounts to send notifications when one of us posted, being madly in love and eager to see what the other was up to. Despite the passing of time, and of our emotions only deepening, we never turned the setting off, and I was surprised to find a notification from his personal page. With another sniff, I clicked on the app and was presented with ten images of my boyfriend, out and about, enjoying his day. His black hair was fluffy and not necessarily styled, but the messy look always fit him extraordinarily. His bare face looked healthy, and it had a nice shine to it under the lightning of the place he was at, and I couldn’t help but sniff again as I scrolled through the pictures, trying to ignore the fact that the blue and greyish sweater he wore was a gift from me for his birthday two years ago. And perhaps the tears wouldn’t have sprung free from my eyes if it weren’t for that video in which he was dancing to the music softly playing in the background, locking and popping in tiny as he grinned and chuckled. Mingi was a dance major with a minor in music, and he was living his best possible life at the moment. He was happy and content with where he was at, and it always brought so much joy to my soul, but seeing him enjoying himself while I was wallowing in self-pity certainly set off an uncontrollable amount of tears and ugly gasps for air. It made me happy that he was doing okay, but seeing him made me miss him terribly, and I couldn’t help but close my phone and lay down on my bed, curling up into a ball as I cried into my pillow.

This crying session was really due time, the emotions bundled up for way too long now, but it still felt horrible that I had to try and push the feeling of loneliness away and comfort myself, while foolishly trying to smell Mingi’s cologne since I was wearing his oversized blouse. The only problem was that I had stolen it from him a long time ago and it didn’t carry his cologne anymore, it had my scent, and that just made me gasp for air as my heart clenched more, making me miss him even more. And perhaps if it weren’t for the sobs increasing in volume and the self-wallowing I was so focused on, I would’ve noticed or heard the jiggle of keys and the opening of the front door. But I was too busy ripping my glasses off my head and throwing them behind me, rubbing the heels of my palms roughly against my eyes and trying to calm my irregular breathing as my throat finally seemed to ease up, my chest somewhat lighter than before. But I knew the crying session wasn’t over, it was just a matter of time until another strong wave of sadness and yearning would hit me, sending me into another fit of ugly sobs. I just couldn’t help it, it felt like the world around me was falling apart and I couldn’t do anything about it, just let it ruin me in the process.

But as I pushed myself back up into a sitting position and rubbed the snot off my face with the sleeve of my blouse, I heard footsteps outside of my door, startling me. Very few people had keys to my apartment. Like my parents, bestest friend and…well, Mingi. We didn’t live together yet, we were planning on moving in together soon, but both of us had keys to each other’s apartments. And I knew it couldn’t have been my parents as they live five hours away and never visit on weekdays, neither could it be my best friend as she was away on a two-week business trip with her work colleagues. And that could only mean…that it was Mingi. And almost as if sensing my confused state, the door to my room opened and Mingi stood in the doorway, dressed and looking the same as in the pictures.

“Hey, I—baby?” His raspy voice was quiet and his eyebrows furrowed when his eyes fell on me. I sniffed loudly, frozen for a second, until another wave of yearning and loneliness hit hard, making me cry again as I stared at my boyfriend helplessly, “Oh my God, what’s wrong?”

He rushed inside, almost tripping over his feet, but made it to the bed safely and before he could really as much as reach out for me, I sprung forward and jumped on his lap, wrapping my limbs around him like a koala. Mingi grunted in surprise due to the sudden attack, but his arms were instantly wrapped around my middle as I held onto him tightly, hiding my face in his warm neck as I tried to control my breathing and stop the tears. He was here now; I wasn’t alone anymore. I had him and I would always have him, no matter what. His body was warm and soft against mine, so familiar as it engulfed mine into his, Mingi’s nose nuzzling against the top of my head as I slipped my fingers through his soft hair, sighing contently at the feeling of being held. In his arms, it was always as if the world disappeared, like it was just the two of us, like nothing and nobody could hurt us. He’s been the one and only man to ever make me feel like that, and it made me think quite often how lucky I was to have found such person. And Mingi’s sweet, yet musky scent finally made my sobs settle into loud sniffs, arms tightening around his neck involuntarily as if I was afraid he’d leave.

“Baby?” Mingi’s voice was small, almost afraid, as I felt a kiss pressed against the top of my head as he shifted, bringing us higher up on the bed as he held me close against himself.

“I missed you,” I croaked out, lips trembling slightly, “so much, Mingi.”

“I’m sorry.” Mingi whispered, letting out a heavy sigh, “I shouldn’t have ignored you for three days, that was shitty of me. Why are you crying? What happened?”

I sighed and shrugged lightly, “I don’t know, I just—”

I chewed on my bottom lip, letting the silence stretch on as Mingi carefully cupped my cheeks and raised my head up, our faces close to each other as we stared in each other’s eyes. Mingi’s sharp eyes were soft and filled with so much worry, that it made me pout as I tried to put my jumbled thoughts into words, “I don’t know. Things got too much; I suppose. The classes and assignments, the fear that I won’t finish my dissertation in time, and you then getting upset…I’ve been feeling under the weather for quite a while now, actually. I guess I just broke today.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mingi’s expression was sour and it made me feel guilty as I looked away from his eyes, following the sharp bridge of his nose, well defined and tall. I shrugged, getting comfortable in his lap as I laced my fingers together around his neck, Mingi’s warm and big hands settling on my hips.

“You worry a lot about me, Mingi, I didn’t want to burden you again with something so insignificant—”

“Your wellbeing is very significant to me, Y/N, and you know that.” His voice had an edge to it as his grip slightly tightened against me, his own lips forming a pout. I stared at him for a few seconds before sniffing again, eyes taking in his tan face, his dark and warm eyes, the mole under his eye and on his jaw, and his plush lips. I had missed him dearly.

“I know.” I mumbled and looked back into his eyes when Mingi pulled our bodies flushed together, leaning ahead to nudge his nose against mine, his breath tickling my face. I couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on my lips, and I averted my eyes shyly as Mingi chuckled.

“I’m not upset anymore.” He said, licking his lips before bopping his nose against mine again, “And you’re too stressed to study more today.”

My lips pulled into a tight line as I hummed, shoulders sagging a little, but Mingi suddenly grinned incredibly wide, his uneven and protruding front teeth showing, a little ‘imperfection’ I adored way too much about him. His eyes suddenly held an exited glint in them and I couldn’t help but feel intrigued, raising my eyebrows in question at him.

“I brought you your favorite cake, as an apology.” He bit his lower lip as his cheeks lightly flushed, “But the weather is really nice today and I think some fresh air will do you good.”

“What are you suggesting?” I asked as I leaned forward, resting my chin on his left shoulder as I hugged him tightly.

“We drive out to our favorite spot by the waterfall and have a little picnic, we can pick up some food on the way, and then drive around aimlessly after the sun sets.” There was a short pause and a low hum coming from deep within Mingi’s chest, “How does that sound?”

New tears gathered in my eyes, but not for the previous reasons I was crying about not even twenty minutes ago. My chest was filled to the brim and my heart was beating fast and loudly in my ears, filling me with warmth and so much love that I felt like I would burst. Mingi always knew what I needed, he was always there for me, he always provided whatever he could best. I chuckled quietly and sniffed loudly again, nodding my head wordlessly before I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, a smile stretching onto my lips.

“I love you.”

Mingi’s giggle was deep and low, rolling his eyes playfully as if he tried to brush off those words, but unable to do so, “And I love you.”

I closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the small gap between our lips as I pressed a soft, but lingering kiss against Mingi’s soft and warm lips. He tasted like the watermelon chapstick I have given him while we were on vacation, his lips chapped from the salty ocean air. And everything suddenly felt in place, I found serenity within myself as Mingi kissed back eagerly but softly, his lips capturing mine between his as his large palm melted into my lower back. Being in his arms and feeling him against myself brought a sense of security and contentment, of acceptance, and want that only Mingi could provide. His teeth lightly grazed against my lower lip as he nipped at it before just slightly pulling back, pressing his forehead against mine as he nuzzled his nose against the skin of my cheek, making me flush at the endearing gesture.

“I assume that’s a yes, then.” I chuckled and pressed a swift kiss against Mingi’s lips again.

“Yes, love of my life, let’s go.” I knew the nickname always flustered Mingi, making him call me cheesy. But this time he said nothing as he giggled quietly, scrunching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut in a cute manner, making my cheeks hurt from how widely I was smiling at him.

God, I have missed him, the love of my life. Song Mingi.

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[changbinsboiledegg]

Hi!! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do skz reactions to another member walking in on them and their gf doing the dirty? 😅

lmao sure anon. Digital footprint go brrr (thank you for the request ily 🫶)

Fem! Reader X SKZ. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI.

Warnings: Smut, ofc. Kinda explicit?, Unprotected or protected seggs, I didn't specify, swearing, implied vaginal, edging, cum mentions???, Overstimulation, teasing. Am I forgetting any?

Note: I'm not very good with smut BUT this is just a reaction post. I can do better probably. Also, I included some humorous shit because I got nervous. lol. Hope y'all enjoy :)

MDNI!!! Also if smut makes you uncomfy, pls skip (obviously).

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Chan

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle it anymore, baby girl?” Chan teased, pinning you down against the bed as he snapped his hips into yours, eliciting a loud moan that became muffled when he moved a hand over your mouth.

You were almost on the ledge of release and he as well.

You almost didn’t notice the door opening in the midst of all of the pleasure between you two.

“Oh my god!”

You and Chan both ceased any form of intimacy and quickly scrambled to cover yourselves as Jeongin covered his eyes and turned around.

“Jesus, Jeongin! What do you want?!” Chan sounded frustrated at being interrupted.

“I heard a cry, I thought something was wrong!” Jeongin’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Chan glanced at you, then back at Jeongin.

“Please, just… get out for a while…”

With that, Jeongin left without a second prompt.

Lee Know

Minho was teasing the entire time as you begged for him to just insert himself inside of you.

And he did. Slowly guiding himself into your wetness, thrusting once, and then pulling out. You whined, beginning to get frustrated. Minho smirked at this, rubbing the tip against your aching clit.

“Fucking hell! Just please—“

“Hey, Minho! Do you still have my—“ Jisung stopped, immediately going wide eyed and dropping his phone.

“I’m so sorry! I just— I didn’t see anything! Promise!” Jisung frantically apologized, leaving the room.

You exchanged an embarrassed glance with Minho, frozen in place before Jisung came in again, his hand over his eyes as he fumbled for his phone.

“Saw nothing! Just getting my phone!”

Changbin

You already came— twice. But Changbin had no mercy. He loved seeing you cum.

And he wanted to make you cum again.

“You can do it. I know you can.” Changbin gently spread your clenched thighs open again as they shook from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck, Changbin—“ You squirmed, gripping the bed sheets as he positioned himself over your entrance.

“Say the safe word and I will stop.” Changbin cooed, waiting for a response.

However, you didn’t say anything. You wanted to cum again. Right as he slid himself inside of you again, the door swung open.

“Oh.” It took Seungmin a few seconds to process what was going on. Seeing you quivering was enough to make him instantly leave the room, forgetting to shut the door in his embarrassment.

You looked at Changbin and said the safe word.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was gentle every step of the way from the moment you started. He made sure not to grip your hips too tight or thrust too fast or hard unless you asked.

But you hadn’t asked, wanting it to be just as special as he did.

“You’re so pretty like this.” Hyunjin breathlessly complimented you, meaning every word he said. You stifled back a moan, knowing you needed to be quiet during this, especially since the other members were still there, lingering.

You squeezed your eyes shut, on the brink of orgasm but it was delayed and stopped when Hyunjin frantically got off and covered both of you up.

You almost took the blanket off before realizing Felix was standing in the doorway, hand covering his mouth.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, a bit irritated.

“You act like you’ve never seen two people have—“

“I’m leaving! I am leaving!” Felix cut him off, shutting the door behind him but accidentally slamming it in the process.

“Sorry!” His faint voice called back through the door.

Han

It was your first time with him, although it was a little awkward at first, the more you explored each others bodies, the more comfortable you got with each other.

“I love you.” Jisung whispered in your ear, guiding your hips as you rode him on the edge of the bed. You bit your lip to muffle the moans that left your mouth, feeling your legs shaking the longer you rode.

“I love you too.” You managed to gasp out. Jisung smiled breathlessly before pressing his lips against your neck, softly sucking on the skin between his lips.

You quietly whimpered and gasped, feeling yourself letting go.

“Seriously? Now? Come on!” Minho’s voice halted you to a stop as you widened your eyes, not wanting to look back at him.

“Privacy please!” Jisung stammered out, grabbing a pillow and attempted to cover your backside with it. Minho was already on his way out, pausing at the door.

“You better be using protection!” Then he left. You and Jisung were horrified for a few seconds before laughing off the embarrassment.

Felix

“I am all yours tonight.” Felix leaned back, watching you as you undressed yourself. You walked over to him, straddling him with a smirk.

“And I, am all yours.” You gently pushed him to where he was flat on his back. You leaned down to kiss him, slow at first, then each kiss after progressively became more and more desperate as you helped him undress as well.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” Felix mumbled, taking in a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to see you be the one to take control. You kissed his jaw and down to his neck as he worked his fingers around the clasp of your bra.

You helped him, momentarily pausing and tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Felix’ hands roamed your body, grasping and rubbing any part he could reach before rolling you on your back and spreading your legs apart.

You turned your head, seeing Hyunjin walking in. He didn’t seem to notice you and Felix until his eyes landed on your bra.

“Hyunjin?” You muttered, feeling the panic set in. Felix didn’t see him yet, being more focused on you.

“Hyunjin? What does he—”

Hyunjin gasped loudly and quickly rushed outside of the room, causing Felix’ head to snap in his direction.

“Oh my god!”

Seungmin

His hands roamed your chest, trailing down to your stomach and stopping on your thighs, rubbing his hands against them as his lips were pressed to your neck. Seungmin’s hands inched up towards the top of your thighs before maneuvering a hand between your legs, feeling the damp cloth.

“Already?” Seungmin teased, his breath was warm against your neck as you softly moaned, slightly bucking your hips against his hand.

Seungmin pulled his face back, glancing down, then into your eyes. “Wet and needy. Patience is a virtue, you know.”

You whined, throwing your head back. “I am needy! I need you now!”

You didn’t say anything in specific, but he knew what you meant. Seungmin smirked, pulling the cloth down your thighs, taking them off and exposing to him just how wet you were.

On instinct, you parted your legs and leaned back on your elbows as Seungmin placed his hand back where it was, only this time there wasn’t a barrier.

“More?”

“Seung—”

A scream erupted, coming from the doorway where a shocked Changbin stood. His scream was so loud that you scream as well, startled as you closed your legs together. Seungmin got up to block you, still dressed, unlike you.

“Changbin, what the hell?”

Changbin quickly turned around, mumbling to himself as he shut the door behind him.

I.N

Jeongin hovered over you, both of you still dressed, but just as needy for each other as you made out on the couch. Your lips messily clashed with his as his hand made it’s way up your shirt and towards your the hem of your bra.

Your hand moved down his chest and stopping on his stomach while your other hand gripped the back of his shoulder. He began to grind his hips against yours when you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The other members were outside and weren’t expected to be back inside for another hour. Jeongin wasn’t particularly worried about getting caught as long as he— and you, were quiet and quick.

You lifted his shirt to remove it. Jeongin removed his lips from yours momentarily and sat up, helping you remove it. He then did the same to you, removing your shirt and leaving you in your bra.

Right as he was about to press his lips against yours again, the sound of collective chattering interrupted you both and soon the whole group entered. No one was prepared for what they just saw.

You and Jeongin scrambled for your shirts, slipping them back on.

“Oh my god! That’s what the rooms are for!” Chan’s eyes were glued to the floor. In fact, none of the other members were actually looking at you and Jeongin.

They were as flushed as you were, only slightly less.

“On the couch too?” Minho sighed as Jeongin ran to his room, pulling you with him.

Before the door closed, you heard Hyunjin say, “Guess we have to get the couch cleaned again.”

Note 2: Does nobody know how to lock a door???? be so fucking fr now. LMAO

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids reactions #skz x reader #skz reactions #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios

[bigassmoonchild]

Hoops

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: None of your squad was ready to be a part of a mission. You knew they weren't, they were just kids who were getting ready for a life of misery. So you went instead. Missions never go right with the 141, and as much as Simon didn't want you to join you had to. It seemed you couldn't stray from an argument with him for too long.

Content Tags: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Missions Gone Wrong, Mentions of dead bodies, Medical Inaccuracies, Arguments, Simon Realizing His Feelings For You, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

A/N: Here it is! Chapter 9 of Maple Syrup! I would've thought you guys would prefer the smut, but it almost seems like you like the angst more?? Here y'all go, enjoy! As always, content is under the cut and my asks are open!

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"Is anybody on your training squad ready to be placed in a mission yet?" You sighed deeply, running your hands down your face. Shaking your head, you looked up at the man leading the operation. You didn't know his name, and quite honestly you didn't want to.

He looked away, thinking. "My last squad? Maybe there would've been one person strong enough for it, but this one? They didn't even know how to go about placing a tourniquet, let alone stitching someone up on the battlefield," you told him. You didn't want to be sitting here, busy with trying to make sure you didn't send any of your squad out too soon to be ready for the actual fight.

All you wanted was to be curled up in your nest, trying to figure out where the hell Simon had run off to this time. For the last two weeks Simon had seemingly disappeared, not even having lunch or dinner with you.

"Do you think that you're capable of going on this mission?"

"I'm not allowed on missions anymore, I thought?" You were appalled. Stunned. You hadn't ever thought of returning to the field, not since you'd become mated. "Aren't there a bunch of hoops to jump through if you wanted to have me return to the field?"

He shrugged. "I have enough of a reputation that I'd be more than capable of getting this through the hoops," he told you.

The next morning, as you were just about to take a sip of the coffee you had oh so carefully made, the door slammed open and made you jump, spilling it just between your legs. You stared at the coffee splattered on the floor before looking up.

Simon. You went to talk, opening your mouth to say something when he interrupted. "You're not going on that mission," your brows furrowed. Of all things he could've fucking said to you, for the first time in weeks, that's what he chose?

"I don't recall you having a say, considering you come and go in my life," you snapped at him. He looked almost taken aback at your words. "When you finally make a decision about whether you want to be in my life or not, then you'll get a say in these things," you told him.

He looked away, closing his eyes tightly before opening them and staring at you. "Last time I checked I was your Alpha,"

"Last time I checked an Alpha didn't abandon his Omega because he wasn't good at talking," you snapped, standing up. "Now, if you'd ever so kindly leave, I have work to do. If you come back, I'm expecting an apology, explanation or both," you pointed at the door.

Mouth agape, he stared at you, blinking rapidly. You pointed at the door again and he turned, not looking back as he walked out and shut the door softly.

You sat down, hands holding your head as you gave little gasps, trying to breathe through the panic you felt. Tears were dripping through from your eyes, throat burning.

Jesus fucking Christ, Simon Riley was going to be the death of you.

Being back in a plane was a little unsettling, even if you had gone through a quick two-week training session, to get you back up to speed, they said. They taught you basic combat skills, got you comfortable with simple weaponry. Made you a soldier, at least once again.

The bumping of bodies together because of how close everyone was. You could feel the weight of the gun you were holding and the packs you were holding, filled with medical supplies.

People were speaking loudly, some through their radios and some just between each other. You could see Soap and Price sitting just across from you, Price leaned in to listen to what Soap had been saying. Ghost and Gaz were on the other flight, with another squad who had another medic.

The flight shook, tremoring with the turbulence, shaking like you almost felt like you were. Your hands were grasping at the straps holding you in place, and you saw Price press into his radio to be heard on the team channel.

"Alpha Team, drop in 5, be ready," he spoke and you nodded at them, listening to a few others give their affirmatives. The plane shook, you could hear from inside the shots it was taking. Hopefully, it would remain intact enough to get you to the landing point and be okay to extract you if need be.

Alarms began blaring, people stood and moved, seeming to try and run away. You stood yourself, glancing over at Price and Soap to try and figure it out.

"We're jump-" Black. Everything was black and as you came to it felt like your body was on fire. Everything hurt and you could feel that sticky wetness covering parts of you. You moved your fingers and toes, trying to make sure nothing was wrong.

As you sat up, you looked around, feeling for your in-ear mic. It was there and you smacked at it a few times before it turned back on, albeit slightly staticky.

"-nyone there? I repeat, is anyone there?" Gaz?

"I'm here, we went down," you spoke, struggling to your feet as you looked around. "I'm going around to find any survivors or see if people are dead, send for extraction. I'll let you know the injured count," you tossed some rubble off of a person, feeling for a pulse.

Nothing. The next person was cut through the abdomen, their eyes glossy as they stared into the smoking sky. From what you could see on his uniform, he was just a boy.

The next person was blinking up at you, their leg sliced all the way through, nothing but flesh and blood splattering it. You slid on a tourniquet, giving the soldier a small smile and some reassurances.

You hadn't been out for too long, you'd realized. If that soldier was still alive, even with a lost limb, it had been seconds or minutes at most. You reached for you mic before hearing a voice.

"Sit still, I'm coming to give you backup," Ghost. You shook your head, crawling through more debris as you found Soap.

"You're going to want to bring as many people that know how to treat severe wounds," you told him. For what seemed like seconds, you worked to stitch up the major wounds on Soap, closing up an artery.

When you found Price, you became horrified. There was rubble covering him, his body limp, blood surrounding him. You moved to pull the rubble off of him, unable to do it because of the weight. Instead, you jumped to stitch up the wounds you could see, listening to the calls of Ghost and the others.

"Over here!" You shouted at them, waving your flashlight. When they were finally able to get there, you started ordering people around. "I need at least two people helping me search and fixing people up. Price is here, someone needs to get the rubble off of him," you watched as Ghost and Gaz pulled the rubble off, moving it away and you jumped in to tourniquet the wound.

With each stitch, you could feel yourself falling more and more into fear. His artery was almost severed, and you needed to spend more time on him. You looked up and found Ghost hovering over you.

"How far out is extraction?"

"Few minutes, maybe 10 max,"

"They need to get here faster, or there are going to be a lot of deaths," you told him, watching as he reached for an actual radio, talking into it and nodding. He'd ended up getting them to arrive not five minutes later, their speeds picking up with the knowledge that there were survivors.

As you boarded the flight with the worst of the wounded, which ended up being a young girl not too much younger than yourself, you watched Ghost fight his way on. He stood in the corner as you ordered the people around and trying to fix her up.

He watched, intently, as you moved in your natural habitat. He could see the blood pooling down the back of your head, as much as you tried to ignore it.

When you moved too quick around a corner, you had to catch yourself to keep from passing out. Lightheaded, you stood trying to bring your vision back from tunneling. There was nothing short of panic in your body as you turned to say something, vision fully blacking out before you felt yourself falling.

Your head was throbbing when you came back to, the bright lights burning your eyes as you opened them. You could smell fear and stress all nearly fully coating the tobacco, leather and little hints of smoke from the last mission. You lifted your head as much as you could, glancing over to where the scent was strongest.

"Are you finally back to deciding I'm worth being in your life?" You whispered, voice hoarse from all the screaming. You could hear Simon sigh heavily, a groan coming from his throat.

"Can we please do this another time? You nearly died," he whispered the last part, moving closer to you. You shook your head vigorously, trying to bite your tongue to keep from snapping at him.

You looked at him. "I've told you already. I can't do this up and down with you, this back and forth. It's ruining me," you whispered, feeling your eyes watering. He shook his head, cupping his face in his hands. "Either you figure out how to talk to me, or we get rid of this," you watched as he rubbed his eyes, you could smell the distress and sadness overtaking his scent.

He looked up. "I don't know how to do anything but retreat," he whispered to you. Shaking your head, you looked up at the ceiling. Glancing at him shortly, you had to close your eyes.

"Then you need to leave until you can figure out what it is you want," you told him, hearing him stand and the door opening and shut. With him went his scent, the only thing you could smell was the distress and hurt.

You could feel the tears pouring down your cheeks, your knees bending in an attempt to curl in on yourself. It had felt like hours until your tears dried, your chest hurting and the little gasps you gave out slowly became hiccups. It slowly turned to little breaths, your eyes blinking slowly as you stared to the side.

It took about a week until you were released, the concussion having healed through the week, large bruises and scrapes were slowly healing, a few stitches scattered on your body. You found yourself in your room, the area feeling too clean for your opinion.

The nest had lost its scent, leaving you to re-make it with materials that were better scented.

You took out the one last hoodie of Simons.

The not knowing was what hurt the most. Not knowing if Simon was going to keep you as his mate, not knowing if he was going to try and help himself and help you.

With a deep breath, you started a bath. Your thoughts would be the end of you, and you needed to take some time to just not think. Maybe have an orgasm or two, by your own hands this time.

Simon left. He just completely left the compound when you had made your comments to him, still lying on that bed and slightly bloody. Hair a mess, mud (or blood) splattering it. He put in his leave request the minute he left your hospital room and then booking a flight home.

Home. What a strange concept. Was home just a building, the place you laid your head down to rest at night? Was is the place that you went to when you had nowhere else to go?

Was it a person?

Simon didn't know. He didn't want to know, to be completely honest, and all he could do was run. Just like he always did. Either way, Simon needed a minute to think about everything that happened. Everything he did, everything you did and the things that were caught in his mind.

He hadn't even told Price he left, not yet at least. Not to his face. Sure, he left the note, but Price had been off doing things when he went there.

There was nothing that was good when he got into his apartment. The area smelled stalely of him, and he felt this weird sense of longing lodge into his chest. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, he had never felt something like that, at least not for a long time.

Little whines escaped from his chest, and all he could think about was the scent that was missing. The voice that was missing, the person who was missing.

You. You were missing, his little Omega who was oh so good when he had you. Who was oh so patient with him, the little Omega who gave him love. He didn't want anything short of you, even a little pup or two. Make yourself a pack, create a life with you.

And the only thing Simon could think about was getting back to you. It eventually turned into trying to think about how he would explain everything to you, how he would tell you everything. Give you an explanation, no matter the hoops he would have to jump through.

You deserved it.

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[itoshiexx]

scraps

synopsis: you give him all you have. it's time to collect the scraps before there is nothing left.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 797 | warnings: established relationship, angst

notes: do u guys remember the sae drabble i told y'all about some time ago? well, my depressive ass decided to post it now. i'm sorry in advance.

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the silence is deafening. it lingers thick and heavy in the air, nearly making you choke on nothing — or perhaps you’re choking on all the things you want to say that are stuck in your throat. you can feel your whole body trembling as the anxiety creeps further in, and you wrap your arms around yourself to try and bring some comfort. 

before, it was someone else’s arms that gave you peace, but lately, it has only been torment. 

it is why you’re standing in the living room of your shared apartment, staring at the teal eyes of itoshi sae while trying to hold back your own tears. it hurts. it hurts to look at him and remember the way he used one of your weaknesses against you in the argument you had minutes before, as if stabbing a wound that didn’t quite close properly, tearing the skin at the seams and turning it into a bigger, uglier, messier scar. 

you feel violated. 

perhaps you should have known better. maybe, if you listened to your mother, you wouldn’t have shown so much of yourself to sae, basking in a vulnerability that could only come back to bite you in the end. you gave him all the tools to hurt you where it stings most, and there was no one to blame but yourself for that. 

love made you foolish. you were tired. 

“i don’t think i can do this anymore, sae.” your voice is meek and hollow. only a shell of the person you used to be — the one that bled through its heart until all the life was drained. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, brow arched. defensive. ready to hurt you some more in case he became slightly uncomfortable. 

you breathe. in and out. in and out. rubbing your arm with your own hand, whispering to yourself under your breath that everything was going to be alright. even if it felt like nothing but that. 

“you… you’re hurting me, sae,” you manage to say with the lump in your throat. “you have been for a while. and i try to be better, but i… i can’t do this alone. and you’re not even trying.”

the tears welled up in your lash line start to fall again, and at this point, you know it’s useless to try and stop them. you also know they are the only thing that keep you sane, even if it feels like you’re losing your mind at every breath you take. 

sae doesn’t say anything, and you actually consider that a blessing. you don’t know how much more of his venomous words you can take before it destroys you completely from the inside out. something tells you his toxin has been spreading through your body for a while, although you only started to notice recently, when the fights got worse.

how long has he been killing you?

the weight of this question is enough to spike your anxiety once again, and you dig your nails on the skin of your arms to try to detain these overwhelming feelings, squeezing your eyes shut.

you nearly jump when you feel his strong arms circling your shoulders, bringing your head to his chest. you squirm and try to fight it — fight him —, but sae is stronger and more stubborn than you could ever be, and all you can do is cry harder and blow weak punches to his torso. 

“i’m sorry,” he says. it’s not the first time. the words make your stupid heart flutter with hope, but the hurt brings you back to reality. it’s not the first time, and he has done nothing to change for the better. he never fucking listens.

“you’re so mean,” you cry, ceasing the punches due to your lack of strength. you can barely keep standing, and you’re sure that his hold is the only thing keeping you from falling. “why are you so mean to me, sae?”

he’s silent again. you keep going. “i gave you my everything. i loved you with all i had. i-i opened up to you like never before, and you… you just…”

your stomach sinks. there aren’t even words to express what you’re feeling nor what he’s doing to you — the many ways he has been destroying what you spent years trying to put back together.

you were tired. 

in a final attempt to save what’s left of you, you raise your head from his chest to look deep into his aquamarine eyes. you want him to look at yours, too. 

“sae,” your voice is nothing more than a hollow whisper. you take a deep breath, garning all the strength and courage you can.

and then, you plea for the last time:

“please, give back what’s left of my heart.”

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[tojisbbygworl]

Before I Let Go - Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: A grieving woman comes face to face with her thought to be deceased husband and can't find it in her to care about how wrong this was. She missed him. So much.

WARNINGS: Thoughts of Suicide, Suicide Attempt

Words: 4,994

Tags: 18+, 3rd person, Angst, Emotional Smut, Desperation, Grief/Mourning, Yandere, Spying, Kidnapping, Minimal Spanish terms of endearment

author's note: hey y'all. I have another fic for you. I am so glad I finished it it's been sitting in my drafts for a minute. The yandere part of this isn't violent although there is some slight physical pain put on the reader during sex. Just a mention of choking and scratching it's not bad. It's more obsession if anything. Also, I wasn't even gonna try with the Spanish girl. The most he says is carina and hermosa and I know y'all are sick of seeing that atp. I barely even tried with the British for Hobie I'm not about to embarrass myself LMAO

I hope this makes y'all sad honestly I feel like I could have made it sadder but I'm still very happy with it. Anyway, enjoy! 🩵

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The buzzing sound of a phone call is all that can be heard in the apartment. It has been a week since the funeral, and Y/N O’Hara hasn’t said a single word. She doesn't even remember what her voice sounds like.

Miguel O'Hara was everything to her. He meant the entire world. She would do anything he asked, but he never asked for much. All he wanted was her love. She was the same with him. A perfect partnership. She felt like she was on top of the universe. And then it was taken away from her. In a fucking car crash, no less.

He was the smartest person she knew. He was the head geneticist at Alchemax after all. He wasn't a stupid driver. No. It was the other driver's fault. But what could she do about it? It was just a kid. A teenager that had just gotten their license, but hadn't taken official driving lessons; no one really drilled into them the severity of texting while driving. How could she really blame them? How could she press charges? Miguel always told her that she was too forgiving. Too understanding.

He was right. But...she also couldn't help but to think it wasn't fair. That her beautiful husband had to die from their actions, and all they had to deal with was an insane insurance increase and a fucked up car that their parents were bound to replace. She would give anything to trade consequences. Anything.

Almost two months since his death, she's been wandering around her apartment frequenting the most common places she and Miguel would cuddle in. She always had a shared blanket, one of his shirts, or a pillow that had his hair on it to squeeze and cry into. If she sprayed it with his cologne and shut her eyes really tight, she could almost imagine he really was there. Almost.

These objects could never replace him. She missed his warmth. She missed his chest pushing her head up and down from his breathing. It would rumble when he chuckled. His hands were so large that her entire back would heat up when he held her gently. He was so tall, 6'6 to be exact, he would completely engulf her whenever they embraced. She felt so safe in his arms. She doesn't feel safe anymore.

Nearly two months of hunching over on the floor of her apartment in pain. She wailed into the ground. Coughing and scratching whatever she could hold onto, because the pain was too much to bare. Oh, the pain. She wouldn't wish this kind of heartbreak on anyone or anything.

The apartment was large, courtesy of his checks. He could already afford it on his own, then, the both of them married just a few years ago and he didn't expect her to pay a dime, despite how much she insisted. Instead, she bought food and handled upkeep. If it got too expensive, then he would chip in. She would have to move out eventually, his remaining income and life insurance the only thing keeping her afloat. Just another thing that she can’t fathom.

It was 3 bed, 2 bath. One was their bedroom, the other was his office, she's been going in there a lot as well, and they always wondered what they would do with the last room. For so long, it was empty even before she moved in with him. He never knew what he could use it for. He had hoped that she would turn it into a hobby room, she loved to paint and she played the violin a little, but there was a beautiful terrace attached to the apartment that she opted for instead and she insisted the living room had the best acoustics so the room remained a mystery. Until last year, when he dropped a bomb on her.

It was an extremely average day for the both of them. They were both home from work, nothing interesting to report, and were deciding what to eat for dinner. She suggests something they could cook, and he agrees. As the night goes on, something seems off about Miguel. He's quiet and zoning out a lot. Something has to be on his mind, right?

"Babe," she calls for him snapping him out of his trance.

"Hm?"

"Everything alright?" She puts her hand on his shoulders and gives him a worried look. Miguel swallows his spit then turns towards her grabbing her hand and placing his on her waist.

"I've been thinking..." His voice is small. She starts to grow anxious as she had never seen him look so timid. He was more nervous than when he asked her to marry him.

"W-What is it?" She stutters. He kisses her knuckles.

"It's just something that I've been wanting for a while now. And if you don't, then It's completely fine. I care about your happiness above everything."

"Miguel, stop being so cryptic and tell me what's up," She half jokes.

He nervously bites his lips and looks away. Then, taking a deep breath, he looks into her eyes and says, "I want to have a kid."

She felt it was best to pretend the work-in-progress nursery didn't exist. In her mind, the room is still empty. There wasn’t a crib set up. The walls weren't in the process of being painted. They didn't have arguments about what to put on it because they didn't know the gender. In fact, gender of what? They weren't planning for a baby. The third room is as empty as she is.

The both of them were foolish, deciding to get everything set up before she got pregnant instead of winging it like everyone else. She should have winged it. Then maybe she would still have a piece of him with her.

It was so fucking hard to focus on what mattered. She was hanging on a thread that thinned out every single day. Before the funeral, she wondered what would be her breaking point? The point where she finally got up and decided to keep going.

The weather was very fitting for that day. The sun was gone, and the rain came in waves. Her tears, however, never stopped. It was a stupid decision to make it open casket. She gazed upon his resting face for the first time since he died in the hospital then turned and ran to the nearest bathroom to empty her stomach. She hadn’t even gotten to say her speech; Miguel’s mother read for her instead.

Something inside her snapped. Sometimes the pain is a dull ache in her chest, and she’s numb everywhere else. Other times it’s a sharp twang that she can feel in her back. She has to lay or sit down when that happens. Sometimes it courses through her entire upper body and she can’t even move. But this…this stabbing, twisting, and searing pain that ripples through her heart and travels to the tip of her fingers and toes…she hasn’t felt this before.

This was the breaking point, but it did the opposite. She didn’t talk for the rest of the day, her and his family begging her to stay with them. She didn’t listen.

It was nights like tonight that she felt completely alone. She knew she wasn’t, if she just picked up the phone and texted someone, then maybe she would be okay. She just needed to stop looking at the ceiling, turn to her nightstand, pick up her phone, and call her mother. But it was 1 in the morning, and Miguel looked so happy in her lock screen picture…

Her and Miguel had been up here on the top of the apartment building so many times before. They liked to dance, he would watch her play or paint, they had picnics together, it was perfect when they wanted to get out of the apartment, but still have some privacy.

The view was nice. They could see across the entirety of Nueva York. Central Park in the fall was especially amazing to gaze upon. But now it fills her with grief. As she steps on top of the edge, she decides that if this couldn’t make her feel better, then nothing could.

She’s glad she’s doing this in the middle of the night, where no one could see her and call for help. She was sure that she would traumatize a couple people when morning came, a problem that she couldn’t be bothered by. She was ready to be back in his arms. So she walked off. And closed her eyes as she plummeted through the air.

She’s scared. But excited. She only has to feel excruciating pain for a second and then never again. It’s almost over.

She hits something, or more so, something hits her. She’s still flying through the air, but it’s different now. There’s a warm body holding onto her for dear life, and she’s soaring upwards into the night sky. Opening her eyes to gaze at her savior, she sees a masked silhouette. It-it’s Spider-Man…but he looks completely different. She can barely see him, the only source of light being the moon, but she could swear that this wasn’t his mask.

They land on the rooftop again and he puts her down. She crawls away from him, embarrassed and ashamed at what she’s done. She was still alive and now she was in more pain than ever before. Wailing on the floor, she glared up at him in vitriol.

“Why did you save me?” She yelled, her voice powerful for a woman who hadn’t been verbal for a week. Spider-Man didn’t answer. She wasn’t even sure if he was looking at her. “I didn’t want to be saved.” Still, he said nothing. So she continued to cry, and she cried harder and harder until she felt a sensation on her back.

He was trying to comfort her, but when she turned he backed off, holding his hands up instead. Her lips quivered, then she threw herself into his arms. His hold on her body was snug and comforting. Her anger for him dissipates immediately as she accepts his affection. For the first time in a while, she felt safe. She didn’t want him to let go.

And he didn’t. He stayed until she fell asleep in his arms. Then, he picked her up, gazing upon her peaceful face with the light from the inter dimensional portal, then walked into it with no intention of coming back.

~

This wasn’t her room.

She sat up in the bed and took in her surroundings. These weren’t her sheets, that wasn’t her wallpaper, the blinds were different, the floor wasn’t carpeted, everything even the floor plan of the room was different. This isn’t her home.

Her heart begins to pound. Where was she? She was still in her clothes, but that’s the only comfort that she had. Immediately, she shoots out of the bed, the comforter tangling in her feet making her fall onto the floor. The large thump that her fall makes scares her. She stays on the floor, still and quiet as a mouse. There's no noise for a couple seconds. Then, the sound of someone walking.

She hyperventilates, quickly removing herself from the blanket and standing up. But she realizes that she has no where to go. There's a small closet in the room, and space under the bed, but those the only hiding spaces she can think of. And the footsteps were getting closer. What can she do, she wonders as she backs into the wall.

The door swings open. And her heart stops.

Miguel stared at his wife's variant in concern and turns on the light. The woman blinks and shields her eyes, but the bewildered look that she sported quickly comes back. "What happened?"

When he spoke, she gasped and took another step back. She smacked her hand over her mouth. Her eyes glistened with tears, her breath shuddered. "You're alright?" Miguel asked her again. She didn't answer.

For what felt like the longest time, they just stared at each other. He was afraid of approaching her thinking he may scare her away. She was in completely disbelief at what she was seeing. Miguel raised his hands and stayed near the door way. "Please, don't freak out," he began.

She let out a sob, tears escaping her eyes when she did. Placing her hand on her chest, she lifts herself from the wall. Miguel takes this as a sign to keep going.

"I know you must be confused. You're probably upset and angry. I understand." She took a step forward. "But if you would just left me explain..." Another step. Then another. And another. And she held her hand out in front of her. As she approached him, he realized how badly she was trembling, and it only got worse the closer she got. But still, she moved forward.

The speech Miguel had been practicing before she woke up died in his throat. He was speechless as he watched her courageously close the space between them. When she finally stood right in front of him, she hesitated. He could hear her soft gasps and cries. Then finally, she softly touched his chest. He looked down at her hand, then up at her face. Even though she was crying profusely, she looked upon him in wonder. He just wants to reach out and grab her, but he holds himself back.

She begins to rub his chest and torso, appalled by his presence. He looks back down at her hands. Then, they trail themselves up to his neck, stopping right under his chin. He lifts his head up. They both hold their breath for a second. Then, with a gasp from her, and a sigh from him, she finally touches his cheek. Miguel closes his eyes and leans into her palm. He lifts his arm up, and encases her hand in his, keeping it in place.

Her lips begin to move. With a tiny shaky breath, she whispers, "It's you."

Miguel's face is troubled. He has a small frown and his eyebrows were upturned. He twists his head in her palm to give it a small kiss.

Her eyes flicker all over his body. It is him...but he's different. He's taller now. His build is thicker and he feels tense. Miguel was a gym buff, but this man...this kind of definition is not built in the gym. His frown is deep, and so are his wrinkles. His eyes were more troubled than hers, and had the slightest hint of red. And his teeth...she could feel his sharp canines with her thumb.

"No," she realizes. "It's not you."

Miguel opens his eyes and stares at her. He can see the fear growing on her face, and he starts to panic. He moves his hand to her wrist to hold it gently. But he's prepared to squeeze it if she tries to run. "I'm not him. But-"

"But you look like him." She continues, her voice on the precipice of hysteria. "And you sound like him." She holds both of his cheeks and caresses his face with her thumbs. "And you feel like him..."

Miguel winces as he watches her cry louder and louder with every observation. "Cariña, please," He takes her hands off of his face and kisses her knuckles. She completely breaks down crying. Miguel reaches his arms out, and she throws herself into his chest, sobbing into his neck. "You don't have to cry anymore. I'm here now."

"But who are you?" Her voice muffled by his shoulder.

He gulps. "...I am Miguel, but-"

"But you're not my Miguel, are you?" She lifts her head up to stare at him. She looked anguished, her brain not being able to process what was going on. He doesn't answer. "Did you save me?" He nodded. "Why?"

"I had to, baby. I-"

"Where did you come from?" She pushes herself off of him, and Miguel can't find it in him to hold her there. He let's go of her, knowing that there is no where she can really run where he won't find her. "No, where have you been?"

He furrows his brows and tilts his head. "What?"

"Where the hell have you been?" She screams at him in unbridled rage. Her tears were never ending, and her glare was fierce. "I was in fucking agony when you died. I couldn't live with myself. I couldn't get over you. I didn't want to. I missed you so much." Her anger turned into desperation and she falls to her knees on the floor, weeping into her hands. Miguel looks on in desolation, his eyes filling with tears as well. He walks to her and leans down, trying to get her to stand. She flips her head up at him. "Who are you?"

"Please, let me explain." He sits on the floor with her, holds her face and leans into it. She doesn't pull away, instead, she kisses him first, her cries never ending. Her hands tangle themselves in his hair. Miguel wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into him. He sits back and pulls her into his lap.

The kiss lasts until they run out of breath, then they pull away, panting in each others' faces. "I...am Miguel." He starts. "But not your Miguel. And you are not my Y/N."

She shakes her head and scrunches up her face. "Just listen." Her mouth closes again, and she relaxes preparing herself to take in every word he says...

...Miguel spent a lot of time watching her. His Y/N, across the multiverse. In each one, they are together. It's fate. And in every one...she dies. No matter what that universe's Miguel does, she dies. That must be fate, too. Then he found a universe where that didn't happen. He died instead. He took a chance, and when he replaced himself he was the happiest he had ever been. And then everything was destroyed. An entire universe...gone. He swore to never interfere with fate again. He whispered a soft 'sorry' to every Miguel he found after that.

He saw her, Y/N on Earth - 548. Happy as ever with her devilishly handsome husband. He felt for him. He had no idea the heartbreak he was about to experience. But, for the second time in his studies, he was the one who died. He cried, knowing that he could never do anything about it. When she became a shell of her former self, he focused all of his attention on her. Putting all of his work on Jess and Peter, he monitored her. He watched her cry, she spent all of her time off from work at home rolling around in her bed as if the emotional pain was so strong that it was physical as well. He watched her touch herself at night, whispering his name into the empty air, him joining her from where he was spying groaning her name as well, wishing his cum was dripping from her cunt instead of down his hand. He called for her, hoping that his prayers to keep her safe would reach who ever was listening. They didn't.

He knew that when she sat up like a ghost from her bed that fateful night, she was about to do something rash. He held his hand over his watch, ready to jump as soon as he felt he needed to. When she began to walk to the edge, he decided to not even risk it and hopped into the portal.

He didn't expect her to turn and scream at him the way she did. He hadn't heard her beautiful voice for some time, he missed it so much, and the first thing she did was yell at him. He was stunned. He couldn't believe she was right in front of him. He looked at his watch. No indication of a canon event. There was nothing. Which meant...she was never supposed to die.

He was impulsive, he knows that. But, it worked out in his favor. She was supposed to be alive. He had done right. And now he had a decision to make. Does he leave her here to figure everything out on her own, or does he take her with him...and let her family think she's dead…

“You were watching me?”

Miguel refuses to meet her eyes. She didn’t move, but he tightened his grip around her just in case. Her voice was wavering.

When he didn’t answer, she continued. “Why didn’t you save him?”

He looked up at her that time. Above everything else, she was melancholy. “I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I just couldn’t, mi amor. You don’t understand.”

With her face contorted in pain, she released a choked sob. Her mouth was hung open. If she chose to believe this imposter, than hearing that nothing could have been done about the love of her life brought her no comfort. It wasn’t fair.

She gripped Miguel’s shirt letting her head fall forward into his chest. He held her for a long time while her shoulders shook. “Please, believe me.”

She doesn’t say anything, but her cries stopped. He began to worry, but she soon lifted her head up and looked into his eyes. His flicked back and forth between hers, and the both of them dive into another passionate kiss. This time, they don’t let up from each other. It gets more intense. Miguel’s breath picks up as his hands begin to explore her back and waist. She pushes her body up against his, rubbing their chests together.

She’s the one who pulls away opting to kiss down from his cheek to his neck. “Just come to bed with me. Please?” She begs into his skin.

Miguel, in a daze, whispers “Okay.”

He lifts her up and lays her down onto his bed, kissing her sweetly as he climbed on top of her. He felt so much bliss, he never imagined he would be able to do this again.

The way she grabbed his face made him never want to physically leave her side again. This was where he wanted to stay for the rest of their lives. She kissed him with so much despair, so much need, how could he ever leave her mouth? But, the strain in his pants and the grip she had on his back get worse, and he finds a reason to pull away.

She whimpers, missing the way his tongue caressed her mouth, leaving her lips swollen and shiny. Her eyes open, silently asking him where he was going, until he reached under the hem of her shirt and lifts it off of her, exposing her beautiful breasts. She gasps when he begins to rub his hand between them, eventually grabbing one to hold and play with. Miguel grins at her while she watches him rub his thumb across her hardened nipple. Which turned into her watching him dip his head down to her sternum and leave the smallest, lightest kiss.

The restraint he had on himself as he trailed his mouth down her body was unnatural. His claws had long since come out, ripping into the bedsheets as he tried so hard not replace them with her luscious hips. She was responding unbelievably well, making him happy he didn’t listen to Lyla tell him how terrible of an idea this was.

Lyla was wrong, he told himself when he heard her soft cry as his tongue played with her nipple. She began to squirm from frustration, and he just had to push his hips in between her open legs, the heat from his dick making her rub her wet panties along his shaft. Miguel moaned with her nipple fully inside his mouth, her moaning with him from the vibration against her chest.

She’s not scared of me, he thought as he leaves her nipple and kisses down her body. His lips finally met up with her panties, opting to push them to the side instead of taking them off completely. He places a kiss on her sensitive clit, his precum staining his underwear when she yelps. Miguel takes a moment to look at her glistening pussy, then he closes his eyes when he finally licks it.

And she doesn’t hate me. Miguel looks drunk when he starts eating her out. His eyebrows are raised and he gently placed her hand on her spread thigh, caressing the soft skin. Her whines making him even more desperate to please her, he presses his tongue into her center harder. His lips are covered with her fluid. Miguel gives her thigh a nice squeeze, then a slap, then he stands up straight.

When she opens her eyes to look at him, her heart races. His eyelids were low, and he towered over body making her feel smaller than she was. His stare was filled with infatuation, wiping off his lower face with one swipe of his large hand. Without breaking eye contact, he rips his shirt off and swipes his pants and underwear down, his large member bouncing back up. Miguel spit into his palm and started jerking himself off. Then, he climbs onto the bed, aligning his hips with hers.

He drools onto her pussy, her shuddering as his spit meets her clit and runs down her lips. It does well to lube her up with Miguel rubbing his tip in between her folds. “Ngh…fuck,” he mutters, the feeling of her wet cunt on his sensitive head giving him a feeling of euphoria.

She grew impatient, while Miguel was trying to take his time and savor her, she was ready to feel him split her apart. This was something she’s been dreaming about since she lost him. She waited for the day his naked body would engulf hers, his face on her cheek whispering filthy insults and sweet praises into her ear. As she remembers how sex used to be with her love, she starts to tear up.

“Miguel,” she whined making him look at her worriedly. When his eyes open, the red she noticed before is even more prominent. His mouth was opened slightly so she could barely see his fangs. How he could look so similar yet so different from her Miguel, she doesn’t know.

“Yes?” He asks her.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer. I want…” She moves her hips on him again. Miguel looks down at their hips and holds hers still.

He doesn’t respond, just pushes his length into her slowly. He grunts as he sheathes himself inside her warmth, reveling in her cries. “Shit, baby.” She’s tight and squeezing him so nicely, he can’t stop until he's inside of her fully.

She’s breathing heavily with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Her back is arched lifting her naked chest into the air. “Look at me,” Miguel commands. She lifts her head up giving him what he wanted. Her eyes are filled with tears. It hurts, but feels so good. She missed him so much, and now they were one again.

Miguel whimpers at her beautiful face. “Hermosa,” he reaches out to her cheek to hold it. “Don’t cry.”

“But I love you,” she tells him.

He gasps. His hand lifts from her face. Freezing, he stares into her eyes in disbelief. “W-What?”

She takes his hand and brings it to her lips, leaving a gentle smooch. Her eyes close and the tears fall. “I love you, Miguel.”

His eyesight gets blurry as well, and soon Miguel is crying profusely. “Oh, baby,” he leans over her and pulls his hips backwards. Then he slams himself back down, making her yelp. She grabs his face and kisses him. “I love you too.”

As Miguel fucks her slowly, neither of them can find it in them to stay quiet. Miguel has to tell her how terribly in love with her he is. She has to let him know how much she missed him. He leans into her neck and whispers how he missed her too, and to stop crying because he’s here now. Even though, he can’t stop crying either.

She’s so happy to hear that he will never leave her side. She decides to believe him, accepting happiness instead of reality. She ignores his red eyes, his sharp fangs that press against her neck, as if he can barely hold himself back from biting her. She ignores how different the rumbling in his chest is from her Miguel. It’s not soft or sweet nor does it make her content. This one is predatory and dangerous, it makes her nervous.

She dismisses the way he grabs her neck; tight, leaving her with no air, whereas her Miguel knew that she didn’t like it rough. Honestly, neither did he. This Miguel went faster and harder. He grunted into her ear. But, she doesn't care.

She completely ignores how different this Miguel was. Her wishes were answered. She got him back. It doesn’t matter that his hold on her hip was so strong that he’s scratching her. That he didn’t stop or slow down when she came making her overstimulated. She let him cum inside her soon after, knowing that she wasn’t on anything.

“I miss you so fucking much,” she wailed when he slipped his dick out of her, his cum following suit and staining the bed beneath her.

Instead of getting a warm towel, Miguel laid down next to her and pulled her into his arms silencing her cries. “I told you baby, I’m right here.” But she doesn’t correct herself. She doesn’t calm down. She grips him for dear life and Miguel grows nervous.

Lyla was wrong…right?

“You know she will never love you the way she loved him. It will never be the same. Miguel...are you listening?”

“Lyla…shut down.”

ending a/n: Heyyyyy, did y'all like it? This will definitely not be my only Miguel fic but rn I don't really have any ideas for him. My brain is filled with thoughts of Hobie, and I need to stop neglecting my baby daddy Toji, lmao. So I'll be working on a real quick Hobie imagine and my AO3 stories as well for now. Unless I think of something else. I've been thinking about requests but I will fuck around and make a whole story from it cuz idk how to stop writing so damn much. Y'all I rly dk if I want to make another part to JFTN I rly like how it ended and I can't rly think about how I would continue it. Y'all might just have to deal idk girl. I love ya though! Anyway, I'll see y'all in the next story!🩵

AO3 version

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Masterlist

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 smut #yandere #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader

[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat (not everyone, also random combinations, no specific gang)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, homophobia by a gay person (just sillies), mentions of vomit and poison, mentions of drugs

Desc: placenta, placebo, or gazebo? 🤔

Rindou: yk when you tell someone something then they believe it and it works?

Rindou: like what you're saying isn't true but cause they think it is, it works

Ran: yes

Ran: the placenta effect

Izana: here we fucking go

Smiley: you're kidding right?😁

Ran: are you going to put a Smiley face after every single thing you text?

Ran: we get it, you smile really wide 👍

Smiley: kys

Ran: so hostile and for what

Mikey: idk what the word is but it's definitely not placenta

Izana: how even?

Mitsuya: ...the placebo effect??

Ran: isn't that those huge tent things

Mitsuya: that's a gazebo

Ran: oh

Ran: same thing

Smiley: you dumb as hell

Hakkai: you'd think that big ass forhead of yours would be worth something

Hakkai: smh

Ran: and you'd think after 10 years you'd get over whatever grudge you have against me

Hakkai: you literally hit my best friend (future bf) over the head with a brick

Chifuyu: thought you could sneak that in huh

Hakkai: he could have died

Ran: but he didn't?

Ran: i was just being silly and having fun

Ran: is that such a crime🙄

Hakkai: ITS FUCKING ATTEMPTED MURDER

Rindou: so is it placebo, placenta, or gazebo?

Mitsuya: it's placebo

Kazutora: placenta's are in females stomachs for pregnancy i think

Baji: that's the uterus (i'm so fucking smart)

Chifuyu: none of those are correct

Draken: google exists also

Draken: why are you asking us

Rindou: shut up for a sec

Rindou: would the placenta effect potentially kill someone

Rindou: like if you told someone that you poisoned them and then after a while they start frothing at the mouth and shit, could they die?

Rindou: or are they being a little bitch and faking lol

Rindou: i didn't actually put the rat poison in his drink (i think)

Rindou: but it kinda seems like he's dying or smth

Mikey: what the fuck is this situation

Mikey: is this real?💀

Rindou: nah

Rindou: hypothetically

Ran: does this have to do with the ambulance being here

Rindou: nah

Rindou: can y'all just answer me

Rindou: hurry before the "poison", does it's job or whatever

Rindou: guys he's throwing up pretty violently

Rindou: there's blood

Rindou: hypothetically

Izana: who would you have "hypothetically" poisoned?😐

Rindou: bro that's not the point, sir

Izana: stop calling me sir in normal situations

Izana: we're normal now and not in a gang and i'm a normal person not a gang leader

Mochi: so we don't have to call you Izana-sama anymore?

Ran: what if it turns us on

Izana: uhm

Kakucho: fuck off

Kakucho: sorry

Ran: Kaku give it up, he's way too old for you

Rindou: so y'all just gonna let the hypothetical person die? ayt

Rindou: i'm on my way to the hospital for unrelated reasons

Kakucho: who's the hypothetical victim of the placebo

Rindou: uhhh Sanzu

Kakucho: LMAO

Kakucho: let him hypothetically die then 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Mitsuya: punch him in the stomach

Rindou: i know a lot of y'all don't like him but we're friends now and i don't want him to die also he has the best drugs so i'd rather he stay alive so that i can enjoy them recreationally

Rindou: but i'll do it anyway

Mitsuya: stfu for a sex, punching him will make him throw up, and he'll vomit most of the poison out

Rindou: oh like in the stomach?

Rindou: he's gonna be so mad at me, damn

Baji: "shut up for a sex" lmaoooooo🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Baji: and you guys say I'M diabetic💀💀

Mikey: bro what?😭

Kakucho: you mean dyslexic?

Kakucho: nvm the situation speaks for itself

Smiley: the irony of this is crazy

Draken: that got a chuckle outta me 😂

Chifuyu: why you text like a 40 year old dad💀

Ran: i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect

Hakkai: "i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect 🤓👆"

Hakkai: jump into oncoming tragic you f slur🖕

Smiley: aur naur you done made Hakkai homophobic

Ran: you need to fucking chill omg

Mitsuya: are you five years old, Baji

Baji: nah i'm 24 dumbness🤨

Baji: *dumbass

Izana: my oath for not using violence anymore might have to be on hold cause you guys are pissing me the fuck off you fucking incompetent fools useless excuses of human beings

Smiley: bro called us fools

Ran: that's a bit much, sir

Baji: bet you're typing with your left hand

Ran: uh huh <3

Rindou: get some fucking bitches, damn

Ran: where are your bitches, Rindou

Rindou: on my dick

Ran: oh you're talking about the femboys?

Ran: ohh ok i thought you weren't gay but whatever

Mikey: yo is haruchiyo alive?

Rindou: they're pumping his stomach, he'll be fine

Rindou: liking femboys isn't gay

Smiley: 🤨

Angry: 🤨

Rindou: don't act dumb because it's literally in the term 'fem'

Draken: uh, what about the 'boy' part

Rindou: don't twist my words

Rindou: how is liking something that looks like a girl, gay??

Mitsuya: bffr 😐

Rindou: y'all telling me if i fuck haruchiyo i'm gay???

Hakkai: he's a boy?

Rindou: he looks like a woman

Rindou: have you seen his body? tiny ass waist headass. y'all come to the onsen next time you'll see what i mean

Chifuyu: you're being weird rn

Ran: what about his penis, Rindou

Rindou: that's irrelevant

Rindou: besides it's barely noticeable

Draken: people like you and Koko are the fucking problem, get some therapy

Smiley: Rindou thinks fucking a guy in the ass isn't gay 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rindou: "FEM"

Draken: BOY???? MALE??? MAN??? DICK???

Rindou: ok who's gay now, weirdo🤨

Draken: kys (kill yourself)

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers groupchat #tokyo revengers texts #tokyo revengers smau #sano manjiro/mikey #mitsuya takashi #baji keisuke #ryuguji ken/draken #matsuno chifuyu #shiba hakkai #haitani ran #haitani rindou #haitani brothers #kurokawa izana #hitto kakucho #kawata nahoya/smiley #i'm pulling this shit out my ass atp i'm just saying shit #i'm done apologizing for repetition idk what to say anymore bcs one thing about me is i have no new ideas!👆 (or cannot execute them) #y'all almost lost me bcs my parents almost found my account and i almost deactivated out of pure fear #i'm also struggling so bad mentally like i've almost killed myself a few times now but i'm lazy af can't lie #i just hope i make you giggle #it's all that matters ✊❤ #also holy shit the state of the economy and just the way society is developing is making me so depressed we have regressed terribly #anyway i love you guys heehee 😋 #low-key sanrin #rinzu? #idk what's it's called

[lycheedr3ams]

Situationship with Konig (part 2)

fem!reader x situationship!konig

MDNI

Part 1

y'all weren't feeling the angst like I was lol, and i did promise a fluffy fic since I've been posting depressing shit. for the record, i'd love to keep part 1 as the ending, but I know it's sad....

happy ending! drinking, angst, some mentions of smut

konig didn't intend for this to happen. he didn't want to leave you, but he felt like a coward. he always wanted you. but the voices in his head kept saying things like "you're not good enough" and "she'll never want you." and so he left.

you weren't satisfied with Soap's one-sentence answer that konig didn't want to be a part of the team anymore. you needed to hear it straight from the Austrian beast himself. but you had no way of contacting him. no burner phone, social media handle, not even an email. konig was effectively off the map. which was probably good for someone of his profession, but it did nothing but upset you. and it wasn't like you could go asking around for a scary Austrian man's phone number without arousing suspicion.

you went to Soap for help. surely there was something he could do? soap said he'd try, but made no promises. it went on like this for weeks, you constantly asking Soap if he made any contact with konig, wondering if he would come back to 141. but nothing.

you didn't think it would be tonight, a random fucking tuesday night at 7:30, that you'd run into konig again at a bar you probably shouldn't have been in. 141 invited you to go out with them, wanting a quiet night off base, and you agreed without realizing this bar was in a seedy edge of town, with tightly shut curtains behind scratched glass and neon signs that flickered or didn't work at all. but you went in with them anyway, and you almost fainted when you saw konig hunched over the bar with a small glass of vodka in his large hand. he looked like he could've crushed the glass so easily, yet his ungloved grip was barely holding the glass between his fingers. his signature hood was on, as always.

ghost, soap, and gaz went up to the bar and pretended not to watch how you went up to konig with angry tears. you stood next to him as he stared down at his lap before he noticed you. he nearly jumped out of the barstool.

"verdammt," he whispered under his breath when he saw you. "i...didn't expect to see you here," konig said as he slurred his words.

"you lied to me," you said plainly as you fought back more tears.

konig glanced at soap and the others, who were staring at you two. konig looked away from you. "i'm sorry," he muttered before slightly lifting his hood and downing the rest of his vodka.

"why did you lie to me, konig?"

he sighed and looked down at the wooden countertop. "i didn't....want to hurt you..."

You scoffed. "you didn't want to hurt me?" you repeated. "fuck you, konig!" you said angrily as you began to cry. "leaving was the worst thing you could've done."

konig's eyes grew wide when you cussed at him, and his whole body tensed when you cried.

"i liked you konig. i still do," you admitted through your tears. he was as still as stone as he looked at you. you wiped your eyes and looked at him.

"don't you have anything to say?" you asked expectantly.

suddenly, you were engulfed by two wide wide arms against a hard, toned chest. you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned his head down near the top of yours. he was holding you so tightly.

"do you mean it?" he whispered on the crown of your head.

"yes, i do," you say against his chest. "i wish you wouldn't have left."

"you deserve better," konig uttered, almost to himself.

you sighed against his chest. "shut up, konig. none of that."

he gingerly placed his large hand on top of your head. if you were with him in any other context, it might've been arousing, it might've sent you to your knees like you've done for him countless times. but there was nothing but love and vulnerability in his gentle touch.

"come back to the team," you whispered.

"ok" he said before you could even finish. "only if you let me take you out on a date."

You smiled and looked up at him. "you have a deal."

#konig fic #konig #konig x reader #cod mw2 #konig smut #konig cod #konig imagine #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig headcanons #konig modern warfare #konig fluff #sub konig #konig x you #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mwii #modern warfare 2 #konig cosplay #cod konig #cod modern warfare #mw2 #modern warfare x you #codmw2 #könig cod

[xxaraaq]

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣'

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Sypnosis | Onyakapon didn't get the childhood he deserved, but he doesn't see it. You do, and you want to help him. But how you do that if you won't let you?

wc | 4.7 k

c.w | hurt/comfort ig, talks of abusive childhood, breakdowns ig

Onyakapon x black! reader

A/N | Hey y'all, I'm sorry that I havent posted in so long so I hope this can make up for it. I love y'all and I hope you enjoy

If you asked about the of childhood Onyankopon had, he would say, “It was normal, nothin’ really special bout’ it.” And in his eyes, he was telling the truth. But from yours? You knew from deep in your soul that it was anything but normal. 

He never got to be a kid who could come home and feel safe. He was the kid who out past when the street lights came out, for he knew that if he came home too soon, he would have to face the consequences.

He was the kid who got pulled from class to talk about his home life. He was the kid who could be the sweetest thing until you brought up his cuts and bruises. He was the kid who wasn’t taught how to handle his emotions correctly; instead only learning from his surroundings on how to feel nothing but anger. He was the kid who would throw chairs and push kids off swings at recess. He was the kid who didn’t get a savior when he needed it. He was the kid who needed to be taught how to live the way any functional person would.

He was a kid that needed to be loved.

So when he grew from a kid to the young man he is now, he struggles. He doesn’t know how to process his emotions the way an adult should. He doesn’t know how to do anything besides concave on himself or push his emotions until they boil to the surface.  He doesn’t know how to just let someone love him the way he deserves to be loved.

But when the two of you met, you saw through it all. You saw that beneath all the cold stares, anger, and rough exterior, he was a just little boy who needed to be loved and taken care of; who needed the love and affection he didn’t get in his biggest time of need. And so you give it to him. All the kisses, hugs, and assuring words he so needs. You give all of it to him. But sometimes he can’t see how deeply the things that have been done to him affect him so deeply, and those are the times that he reverts back to his old ways.

“Y/n, I said it’s fine. Now chill the fuck out, you really startin’ to piss me off.” 

You freeze, staring at him at shock. You know that he tended to divert the conversation when he felt as though the confrontation was building too high. But to straight up shut it down? You didn’t have the patience to deal with that bullshit.

“What is your problem? Why do you always shut the conversation down when you don’t want to talk anymore? Why do you feel so entitled to do that? You're not the only one who’s feelin’ some typa way.” You frown. You’re not one for any type of confrontation, shying away from it if possible, but the way your boyfriend has been acting really sets you off. And the thing that bothers you the most is that he wont talk to you about it.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone? This conversation is done because I said it’s done. That’s it.” He says, glaring at you like you're a stranger.

“Why do you always do this? Why won’t you fucking talk to me? I am here, ony. I am here for you everything; why can’t you see that? That is what I’m here for, so I really can’t understand why as soon as you have a fucking problem you act like I’ll leave you if you come to me about it!”

He just stares, not knowing what to say. If he’s being honest, he knows that you’re there for him. You’ve shown him again and again that you love him with all your heart, shown him that you’re not going to leave. 

But he’s scared.

He’s scared that if he tells you, you’ll leave him for being vulnerable, for being weak. He’s scared that if he shows you all of him, you won’t like it. He’s scared that if he gives you his heart, all of it; that you’ll throw it away.

So he just stares at you, he stares as his eyes start to well up with hot tears, as his throat closes and and his shoulders start to tense. He stares until you notice him crying, rushing to his side as a choked, painful sobs racks through his body.

You hold him as he cries into your arms, accepting your warm embrace. You rub his back as you sniffles and hiccups as you rock the both of you. You don’t even notice when you start crying, wiping the tears away as you focus on comforting the man in your arms. You tell him that it’s going to be okay, to let it all out. You clean his face with nothing but your sleeve as you whisper sweet nothings into his ears to soothe him of his pain. On the inside, you thank your past self for following onyokapon into the room. Scooching back an inch or two, you bring the thick comforter on the two of you as you fully lay down with him on the bed.

The two of you stay like this until its silent, simply opting to bask in each other's presence. Your eyes dart to him as he speaks with a murky, rough tone. “M’ sorry for always doin’ dumb shit. I don’t know why I’m like this.” He apologizes, snuggling further into your frame. “I don’t know how to talk sometimes, I get so fuckin’ angry and I shut everything down so that I don’t say anything I’ll regret later and I’m just sorry for puttin’ you through all my shit.”

You sigh, looking down at him. “I love you, onyankopon. I want to go through all your shit with you. I want to help you, I promise you that.” You say, hugging him closer to you. “Ion’ know why, m’ really fucked up.” He snorts, playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. “Nigga did you not hear what the hell I just said?” You laugh, gently stroking his cheek.

He looks at you gently, gazing upon all your features. From the beauty mark above your left eyebrow to the way your eyes glow a gentle brown when the moonlight shines on them. “I love you, y/n. Like without all that sappy shit, I wanna be with you forever.” He says, tired eyes looking up at you. “Why can’t we have all the sappy shit? I love me some sappy shit!” You joke, sending him a faux offending look.

He huffs, shaking his head. You don’t even realize it, but you help that little boy in him feel everything he was supposed to feel when he needed it the most . You help the little boy into him feel safe, happy, and protected.

You help that little boy in him feel loved.

-Nene

#nene #aot #x black reader #x reader #aot x reader #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #angst/comfort #onyankopan angst #hurt/comfort

[reyreadersblog]

My unpopular TIG opinions.

Since y'all are expressing opinions out here..who am i to leave out? Now have in mind that these are MY opinions, some of these are unpopular some of these are NOT, some of these are even underrated facts but let's just ignore that..

(Please don't hate me)

1. I DON'T CARE ABOUT EVE, and i don't want her to be with Grayson..bcs APPERANTLY and very unfortunatly there are people out there who ship Gray and Eve..crazy..i know, i really don't care about her, i already made a whole post about why i don't like her at all, she's a manipulator, she's a liar, she's a backstabber. She traumatised poor Gray and threatened Ave. I respect your opinion if you like her and i truly understand where some of you are coming from, but i just can't manage to like her, don't hate her i just dislike her. Even if she gets a redemption arc..i can't seem to understand how i'll like her character after what she has done, but if i will..."forgotten but never forgiven"

2.underrated characters, there are so many of them in this books, for example Zara Hawthorne. I love her honestly, i could never hate, i understand she may have done some wrong things...but i love her nontherless♡♡ and same goes for Alisa Ortega.

(Honorable mention) also come on, give my man Oren some appreciation he deserves, you think following teenager around is easy? Even if it's his job and he gets paid, it's still tiring..😔

3. Uhh..i am scared to say this...i prefer Nash and Alisa to Nash and Libby...WAIT, WAIT, WAIT...DON'T KILL ME YET..LET ME EXPLAIN FIRST🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻, i saw @hawthornesbiggestfan 's post, and that encouriged me to say this, read that post bcs that explains exacly how i feel. I love Nash and Libby, they're super cute, i can't wait for their wedding and think they are going to have a very happy family...but..i'm still at the restaurant😔, EVEN THO we never got to know Nash and Alisa's story, smtg about those two had me invested in them from the beggining, like imagne Alisa growing up and Nash slowly developing a tiny crush on them..young love..passion..childhood lovers...love confession..ughh, also the fact that Gray, Xan and Jamie already saw her as their family, like an older sister. Such a shame we never got to see their story. Again, i'm not saying i dislike Nash and Libby tho if it had been love triangle between Nash, Libby and Aliso...i would choose Nash and Alisa...

3.Avery is freaking underrated, yk what's sad? SHE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER, and she doesn't get enough hype (i've made a post about this too) meanwhile people are swooning over Hawthorne brothers, and yes i am one of them but i love Avery to death, i even saw someone comparing Avery and the brothers saying "oh she's so boring..Hawthorns are way better than her..blah..blah..blah" technically they were saying fuck poor people, i know for a fact NONE of the brother would last an hour from where she came from (iykyk), she's a girlboss, and a main character for a reason.

4. As much as i love Averyjameson, i have to say their story is pretty much over, We'll probably get some cute moments from them in tgg or in games untold, but they ARE NOT a main couple anymore.

5.TGG IS A NEW SERIES, please understand that it's new book series with new characters (at least most of them) stop attacking JLB, it's her books, it's her choice.

6.Lyra Kane's haters don't make sense to me, especially those one who mock, and laugh at her lovers saying "you don't even know her, i'm gonna laugh at y'all when she turns out to be Eve 2.0" uhm...sir..miss..shut it. I respect your opinion if you're a Lyra netural bcs it's true we don't know many things about her and i totally understand if you can't love her yet, but don't hate, we know we're delusional most of the times, but that's what headcanons is for, for fun, alight, let people have fun.

7. Will all due respect i have...Averygrayson shippers are...dumb..yikes..sorry, but it's the truth, i'm tired of talking about this, it's been 4 books, Avery is happy with Jamie, they're perfect for each other, their relationship status is great and Gray is most definetly getting a new love interest..but of you still ship and have faith in them..do so..who am i to stop you? Just don't be disappointed when it won't be ture.

8.i may be judging too early but Savannah and Gigi being in the game..doesn't sit right, tbh honest it'a NEPOTISM at it's finest, i love both of them so much..but..nah. again, idk for sure..it may be some trick, it's JLB after all.

9.there are too many repetitive charcter traits..Jameson and Rohan, Grayson and Savannah, Gigi and Xander, Eve and Emily, every single dad, exept for Isaiah.

10.Speaking of Isaiah, he is extremly underrated, i mean he is the best dad in the series and somehow people talk about Sheffield Grayson more than him.

Sheesh...don't kill me in the comments please, i'm too young to die🙏🏻😔

(I'll probably do a part 2...

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #grayson hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #avery grambs #the final gambit #libby grambs #nash hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #lyra kane #max liu

[icycoldninja]

DMC incorrect quotes (pt 3)

Vergil: Are you drunk? Dante: Only on the spirit of Christmas! Nero: And the spirit of whisky.

Nero, to Vergil: Why is Dante not talking? Vergil: I'm playing the silent game with him. Nero: Well, then you just lost. Vergil: I lost two hours ago. I gave him ear plugs and told him to close his eyes. It was the only way I could think of to get him to shut up.

Dante: I don’t even use tubberware anymore. Vergil: What are you saying? Say it again. Dante: Tubberware. Vergil: Say it again. Slow. Dante: Tubberware. Vergil: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable. Dante: Tub. Vergil: Wrong. Dante: What do you mean, wrong? Vergil: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P. Dante: What are you talking about? Vergil: Tupperware. Tupper. Dante: It’s tupper! Vergil: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be. Dante: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

Nero: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Dante: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Nero: Okay yeah thanks Dante, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

Dante, grinning: Before you were what? Vergil: Before I was- Dante: What? Vergil: Before I was inter- Dante: Before you were interrupted? Vergil: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll- Dante: What? Vergil: makes frustrated sound Nero, nervously: Stop that. Before he hurts you.

Dante: Do crabs think people walk sideways? Vergil: …Dante, what the hell.

Vergil, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because… Vergil, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

Vergil, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

Nero: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Dante: Even better! Nero: What the fuck did you- Dante: holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.

Dante, on the phone: Uh. . Hey, Lady, i uh, I’ve been stabbed. Nero: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU? Dante: Wait- You aren’t Lady. Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you- Nero: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THATS BEEN STABBED.

Nero: Would you like your pizza cut into six or eight slices, Dante? Dante: Oh just six, I don’t think I could eat eight.

Dante: Hopefully Vergil has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings. Vergil: Oh, shut up and die Dante.

Nero: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Vergil, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Nero: Silence is golden. Vergil: Duct tape is silver.

Dante: Big day today, Vergil. holds up two shirts Mustard stain or ketchup stain? Vergil: Mustard– looks less like blood.

Vergil: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Nero: What? Vergil: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

Dante: I’m so tired. Vergil: Did you get to bed late? Dante: No. Vergil: Did you do something strenuous? Dante: No. Vergil: Then why are you tired? Dante: I’m alive. Vergil: Sounds exhausting.

Dante, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

#Dmc #Dmc5 #Dmc dante #Dmc Nero #Dmc vergil #incorrect quotes #Funny #Lol #dmc incorrect quotes #Dante sparda #Vergil sparda #Nero sparda #Sparta boys incorrect quotes #Laughed so hard at the last one

[lizzieislife94x]

Mile High Club (w.m)

WandaG!PxFem Reader

Just a little update to keep the stories up to date I only started writing like 5 days ago but for some reason I enjoy writing g!p don't know why but I hope you enjoy if you don't only way to fix it is by messaging me YOUR requests what you would like to read but until then y'all have to deal with what my imagination creates lmaooo. Anyway enjoy 😉 (sorry just keeping what was already wrote bc im copy and pasting)

Y/ns POV: 

"Uggggh how long is left until we arrive wanda I feel like we've been up here for 8 hours" I groan at the annoyed looking witch across from me, she just gives me a death stare "y/n shut up I don't want to be here anymore than you do I'd rather be doing literally anything else than this we've only been in the air 40 minutes and I swear if you don't shut up I will throw you out this jet I'm not dealing with your whining for the next 7 hours, go entertain yourself or sleep I don't really care just do it away from me" she spits out and I feel a mixture of emotions the strangest is turned on when she yells at me or gives me a death stare it makes me feel some kinda way I'm not gonna lie I purposely annoy her at times to get a reaction because its such a turn on, we've both been on the avengers for like 3 years now and we never really liked each other I don't dislike her but we never really got to know each other to like each other so it kind of went from there I think that's why the team sent just me and her because they can't bare to be in the same room as us when we bicker never mind trapped in metal bird for 7 hours, I shake my head getting out of my thoughts and let out a frustrated sigh "fine you stay up here I'm going to go lay down I don't wanna be here either I'd rather be at a bar having fun drinking and potentially hooking up with someone than behere I don't know why fury put us on this stupid mission" I say with attitude as I storm away not giving her time to reply.

3 hours later

I continued to toss and turn like I have been the last few hours I can't seem to fall asleep then an idea pops into my head I bite my lip and slide my hand down my sweat pants and panties letting out a low moan at the contact I slowly start to rub circles on my clit teasing myself as the thought of Wanda pops into my head I can't lie but every time I need to get off I can't help but think of her nothing else seems to work I continue to tease my clit before sliding my hand out and taking off my sweats and panties mhh much better I slide my hand back down to my pussy and close my eyes continuing the teasing of my clit fuck this feels good, I slide my 2 fingers into my already dripping cunt and begin to thrust slowly letting out moans getting lost in the pleasure "oh fuck Wanda yessss right there don't stop" I moan completely forgetting where I am I don't notice due to the amazing feeling I'm bring myself "fuck fuck I'm so bad I need you to put me in my place daddy"

I instantly freeze when I hear a snicker I know to well and I don't dare open my eyes fuck fuck fuck "eyes on me y/n" she states as her accent creeps through this isn't happening I open my eyes and look up at a smug Wanda and my eyes instantly catch her huge bulge in her sweats holy fuck, I pull my fingers out and close my legs and mumble breathless "what are you doing here a little privacy please" she smirks and bites her lip "I wouldn't have bothered until I heard you moan my name that caught my interest so I came over and heard you moaning about how much of a bad girl you where and you wanted me to put you in place so here I am princess spread those legs for daddy let me see that pretty pussy" I instantly open my legs for her fuck why do I feel the need to do as she says, she walks over to the bed biting her lip as she removes her clothes and the minute she removes her boxers my mouth falls open she's huge Holy shit "suck" she commands and I comply crawling over to her and biting lip, I take hold of her hard member and she let's out a moan, fuck that was hot I lower my head and tease her tip with my tounge wanting more of those sweet sweet moans and it works I slide more of her into my mouth trying to get all of her in, I start gagging and feel tears run down my cheek as she pulls out of me

"oh y/n well work on that don't worry princess the key is to breath through your nose but we'll get there" I blush as she pushes me back to lay down and climbs between my legs she wastes no time in attacking my clit and the sounds that leave my mouth I don't recognise no girl has made me feel like this let alone in the space of 30 seconds I continue to moan getting louder as she slides 3 fingers into my waiting cunt fuckkkkk "shit daddy don't stop I'm so fucking close" I beg and feel her smirk into my cunt after a few more thrusts of her magical fingers I cum with a scream of her name "fuck y/n that was so fucking sexy, I can't wait to fuck that attitude out of you do you have any condoms" she breaths out clearly turned on "fuck I don't but I could always take plan B tomorrow or you could pull o.." I'm interrupted by Wanda shh'ing me while teasing my entrance with her soild member "oh no babygirl I won't be pulling out I want to fill your needy little cunt, we can get plan B" I moan and nod fuck that was sexy my thoughts are wiped when she bottoms out inside my tight cunt as a silent scream falls from my mouth hers to by the looks of it she stays still for a second looking into my eyes and I nod letting her know its ok to move, I instinctively wrap my legs around her pulling her closer and crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss I don't fight her I let her invade my mouth with her tounge both of us moaning into each others mouths as her thrusts get faster and harder hitting my gspot over and over I break away from the kiss and moan "I'm.. fuck I'm gonna cum" she smirks and switches positions putting my legs over her shoulders so she can get deeper and holy shit I've never felt anything like this "don't stop daddy" I moan into her ear as she pounds my needy pussy till I cum all over her cock as my eyes roll and a string of words leave my mouth she slows her thrusts to help me through my orgasm "such a good girl you done so well for me baby, but we're not done" she smirks biting her lip pulling out of me and I whimper feeling so empty without her inside me, she gets up and helps me up walking into the main sitting area and pushes me against the wall spreading my legs "fuck Wanda I need you" and before I know it she's deep inside my tight cunt again groaning into my ear "fuck princess just like that you take my cock so well" I close my eyes moaning at the immense pleasure building up "fuck daddy I want you to fill me please" she starts pounding into me tightening her grip on my waist I know she's close I feel her twitching inside me so I start meeting her thrusts both of us chasing our highs "I'm gonna cum y/n" I moan feeling her thrusting harder and faster than before "me too daddy cum inside me "I moan out loud and I think that sent her over the edge because I feel her shooting her load deep inside me which sends me over the edge.

Fuck that was amazing after we both get ready I look over at her and smirk "I've wanted to do that for so long" she glares at me "I'm not even sorry why do you think I push your buttons so much because your so fucking sexy when you look at me like you're going to kill me" she just giggles and gives me a genuine smile I've never seen. I smirk and bite my lip "guess I can say I'm part of the milehigh club" she laughs and nods in agreement fuck her laugh is actually beautiful 

AN: just to keep the book up to date if you want anything specific let me know lovely people, all feedback welcome if you enjoy It if you don't I don't mind haha word count for this chapter is close to 1.6k 

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #fanfic #marvel mcu #oneshot #smut #mcu fanfiction #wattpad #lizzieislife94x #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda x reader #mommy wanda #wanda smut #wandavision #wanda mcu #wanda marvel #wanda maximommy #wanda maxmoff x y/n

[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 20 - Dave York

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Pairing: Dark!Dave York x afab!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, dddne, this is not the darkest thing I've written, but it is the darkest I've posted. Non-con piv, non-con knife play, reader gets cut, blood as lube, spit kink, spit as lube, degrading nicknames, restraints, Dave is MEAN, multiple slaps, literal abuse, stockholm syndrome vibes? Stuff im forgetting

Summary: Dave comes home after a rough day to find out that you didn't do the one thing he asked for.

A/N: Y'all, I want to like this one so bad, but I just read over it and I didn't think it was as good as I anticipated. 😭 Maybe it's just because I know I wrote it, or maybe I'm just tired out of my mind. Idk, I'll try to read it in the morning. Anyways, please keep in mind that this is a DARK FIC. If you don't like it, don't read it.

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You’re sitting on the couch, idly watching TV when Dave gets home. You smile brightly, jumping up from the sofa to greet him at the door, resisting the urge to cross your fingers in hopes that he’s in a good mood. 

You had pampered yourself today, making yourself look soft and pretty, your hair shiny and perfectly in place. You had slipped on a dress that he had brought home a week or so ago as a reward. He’d been so happy and kind that week, and you’d felt so special with the way he paid so much attention to you. 

You hope that he’ll do the same again when he sees you like this, all dolled up just for him. Though it’s a reward enough just to know when you have his approval. 

“Hey, baby,” you say tentatively as you peak your head into the doorway. 

Dave turns around to look at you as he takes off his coat, his expression blank as he takes in your appearance. Your smile falters, though you try to keep it up. His eyes are dark, his jaw set with a particular hint of annoyance. He’s had a bad day. 

Ignoring the part of your brain that screams at you to go hide, you step toward him slowly. He doesn’t move as you approach, just continues to watch as you gently undo his tie and hang it up on the rack next to his coat. 

The air is thick with tension around the two of you as you look into each other’s eyes. Where your gaze is hesitant, exposing the fact that you have to put effort into not cowering in his presence, his is hard, revealing the fact that he gains something from your submission. 

You try so hard not to be afraid of him anymore, but you just can’t help it sometimes. He’s good to you when you’re good, only mean when he says you’re not. The only problem is that he seems to decide when you’re acting good or bad, even if you’re on your best behavior. 

Because of this, you’re in a constant state of reluctance and worried anticipation. You never know when he’s going to snap again. 

“D-Dave?” you ask, breaking the silence. “Do you want to talk–” 

“Would you shut the fuck up for just one second?” He’s quick to interrupt as he shoves past you and into the kitchen. You close your eyes, gulping down the sudden disappointment that bubbles in your throat. 

That’s okay, though. You’ll brush it off. You’re probably just over-reacting again. 

You sigh and spin on your heel to follow him into the kitchen. 

“Are you hungry? I can make you something if you wan–”

“Christ, woman! Do you have a damn off switch? If I want something, I’ll fucking tell you I want it.” 

You reel back at his harsh words, not expecting them quite this early. You open your mouth to comply, but the warning look he gives you makes you shut it and nod instead.

He moves to the sink, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands, when he stops abruptly in front of it. For a moment, you’re confused, but then you remember what you had forgotten to do today. Your eyes go wide and your stomach drops. 

“I ask you for one. fucking. thing,” Dave says, his back turned toward you. His voice makes you shudder, the tone much too low to mean anything good. He turns around now, fury in his eyes as he breaks under the last straw. 

“Useless goddamn bitch,” he slowly seethes, stalking toward you. Your breathing goes shallow, your body tingly as you watch him get closer, already knowing what's to come. 

You sink back, your ass hitting the floor as you scootch back until you hit the wall. You’re cowering, your body already shaking as you wrap your arms around your head and squeeze yourself into the tiniest ball possible. 

“Dave, please! I swear I didn’t mean to forget, IswearIswearIswear, please, I–”

You're cut off by your own scream as Dave yanks you up by your hair, your scalp stinging as strands rip from the force he uses to pull your face to his. You’re blubbering as he spits degrading remarks your way, far too panicked to hear everything he’s saying. 

You catch snippets here and there as you push against his chest, only serving to hurt your tender head more as he tightens his grip on your hair to keep you close. 

“Fucking dumb—can’t remember shit—Don’t even know why I keep you here—can’t even tell you to do the dishes–”

He just keeps going, every beration digging into your skin until you feel like you’re being coddled by razors. 

“D-Dave, Please–” you try to stop it, even though you know better. His hand comes down sharp across your cheek before you can even process it being raised. Your neck aches from the way it’s forced to the side, almost distracting you from the stinging pain coming from your reddening skin. 

You choke on a sob, your tears stopping momentarily from the shock. Through the ringing in your ears and the pain that spreads through your jaw, you register how your makeup has been messed up from your crying, and you almost want to laugh with how stupid of a thought that is. 

You don’t, of course, because Dave’s quickly pulling you back to reality with a firm hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes. Tears continue to run hot down your face as you let him move you, feeling too defeated at this point to try anything else. 

“You hear me, bitch?” He asks, giving your jaw a firm shake. You blink at him, forgetting at this point that you have the ability to speak at all. It’s not like he would hear you anyway. 

“Said I’m gonna get some fucking use out of you. Seems there’s only one thing a dumb whore like you is good for.” 

You just keep watching him, your expression fallen as you watch it happen. Again. What else can you do? It’s never helped to do anything else before. 

He snarls, clearly annoyed that you’re not giving him another reason to reprimand you. He stands to his full height, tossing you back to the floor as he does so. 

The back of your head knocks forcefully against the tile, and you feel your teeth rattle as the light above you starts to blur. You think faintly that you may want to move, but your body doesn’t want to comply. It’s not like you have anywhere to go. 

You settle for blankly watching Dave as he tugs his belt through the loops before unzipping himself. His eyes stay on you the entire time, and you think you whimper at some point because of the smirk on his face. 

You hate the way your tears run thinly into your hairline, settling there uncomfortably, but you can’t be bothered to wipe them away. You’re tired, you just want to disappear. Unfortunately, you know you can’t do that, so you settle for the next best thing—staying still and silent in hopes that you can block everything out, dissociate yourself somehow. 

Your body jolts as Dave kneels down in front of you, pulling your hips closer to him. You must have been watching the light again, lost in your hazy thoughts. A pathetic sob slips through your lips, and you taste blood as they open. You must have bit your bottom lip when you hit the floor—or maybe it was split from the slap. You don’t know. Don’t care at this point. You just want this to be over. 

Vaguely, you register that it hasn’t even started. 

“You just going to lay there?” Dave points out more than asks as he reaches for your panties. “You really are damn stupid. Must want this, fucking slut.” 

Your eyes close tightly as you feel your panties get ripped in half. 

He’s right, you are stupid. Only a stupid girl would let this happen. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

The word repeats like a chant in your head, your eyelids tightening and your lips quivering. Your body shakes and shakes, it’s all it can do through the headache you’re starting to get from the screaming in your mind. 

Another harsh crack makes you gasp, trying pitifully to take a breath as you take in the fact that he just slapped you again. You feel it less this time, though you don’t know why. 

“Look at me,” he spits once your eyes are opened again. Hesitantly, you look into his eyes, trying with all your might to keep them open. It’s like a nightmare, and the only way you can escape is for you to shut your eyes. 

The only difference is that this is real, that even if you closed them, you would still be able to feel the way he notches himself at your entrance, still feel his threatening stare, still feel every ache and pain that he inflicts on your body. 

He grunts as he starts to shove his cock into your unprepared cunt, and your mouth falls open to squeal at the sudden burn between your legs. No sound comes out, your tongue thick and dry as sandpaper. 

He doesn’t stop you this time when your eyes screw shut in pain, your body squirming beneath him as you try to get away. Your fingers twitch, as if just now regaining the ability to move. 

Dave chuckles at you before pressing a hand to your abdomen and spitting onto your pussy, letting his saliva run down to where his cock is half-way disappeared inside of you. He repeats this action three times before there’s enough lubrication for him to slide the rest of the way in. 

“Tight little hole. All mine to ruin.” 

Dave grabs your face again, pinching your cheeks until you look at him through blurry eyes. As soon as they’re open, you can watch him spit on your face, already soaked from your own fluids. 

You heave, trying to control your breathing as he starts to rock in and out of you, keeping a firm grasp on your face. You need to let it happen, the sooner he gets what he wants, the sooner this is over. It needs to be over. Let it be over. 

His pace grows quicker and more harsh, a sob leaving you each time he punches into you with his thick cock. It hurts so much, always does when you’re dry like this. 

Suddenly, your arms are pulled above your head, Dave’s cock still shoved inside of you as he ties your wrists with the remnants of your panties. 

“I have something for you, slut,” Dave tells you, a tear slipping down your cheek as you keep trying to imagine yourself far away. 

That quickly becomes hard to do, because there’s suddenly a gross feeling coming from above your cunt and to the left. The feeling of your skin being sliced open. 

As soon as you realize what’s happening, a scream you didn’t know you had erupts from somewhere deep inside you. It’s full of an agonizing pain as your senses hone in on the way his pocket knife digs deeply. 

You know what he’s doing, what he’s threatened before. 

You know that the next time you look in the mirror, you’ll be able to see Dave York’s initials carved in front of your hip, deep enough to leave an ugly, jagged scar. 

Dave laughs as you scream and try to simultaneously move away and keep your body still. You don’t know what would be worse right now. 

It’s a white hot pain that courses through you as he moves on to the next letter, his movement sloppy from the way he still shallowly thrusts into you. The wetness of your blood dribbles down until it reaches his cock, making the glide easier yet as he pushes it back into you. 

He laughs even after your screaming stops, the shock taking over you and halting all reactions but the silent sobs that wrack your entire body. He pulls the knife away after a moment, after he’s sure he’s dragged the edge deep enough to be permanent.  

Your gaze focuses on the kitchen light again, and you can hear someone calling raspily for help. It’s weak and wet sounding, and you don’t quite understand where it’s coming from because you swear you’re not trying to say anything. 

“God damn,” Dave grits out. “Will you ever shut your whore mouth?” 

You suppose you do, because the sound stops, and the kitchen is filled with nothing but your whimpers and Dave’s moans. You can feel him getting close, the way he stutters and pulses. 

“Gonna come in this tight little pussy,” he grits, grinding himself down.

You don’t care what he’s going to do. You’d let him do anything to ensure that this will stop, that it won’t go on forever. You just want it to stop. 

You don’t realize he’s coming until he’s almost done. His seed stings as it hits your burning walls. 

You’ve stopped crying. Your throat’s dry, your eyes sting, your cheeks ache, your cunt throbs, your hips are littered with tender bruises, yet your mind is numb. 

Dave only lingers for a moment before he lifts off of you. He chuckles to himself as he says something, but you don’t think you could hear what even if you tried. Your hands fall limply away from each other as he uses his bloody pocket knife to cut away your restraints.

Your eyes close as he walks away, and you don’t try to open them again.

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