#First Blog

[yakamozz3]

❝ I know you can take it ❞

༄ 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: sasuke x reader

༄ 𝒯𝒲／𝒞𝒲：fem!reader, boyfriend!sasuke, p in v, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, porn without plot, use of ‘good girl’, praising, choking

𝒫ℛ𝒪ℳ𝒫𝒯 ☆*:・ﾟ

Sasuke just loves you so much, but he also loves to take out his Stress on you <3

“just look at you“ sasuke cooes down at you with a grin on his face while thrusting into you with no mercy. “Taking it all like a good girl” he mockingly says cupping one of your tear stained cheeks with his hand. He just came back from a mission that night -an especially unpleasant one too- that really fucked with him, so why not fuck it out on you when he comes home he thought, and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since.

there you were submissively laying under him as he bullies his large cock into your -by now- sore little cunt. “sasuke” you slur out while other breathy whines escape from your glossy plump lips, the sound of skin slapping against each other and your sasukes groans filling the small room completely.You were completely cock drunk from his deep thrusts and his tip always hitting that one spot which makes you go insane. Your walls clenching so well around his cock, a creamy circle forming at the base of his cock from fucking your balls deep.

“sasuke” you call out again as tears well up in your ( e/c ) eyes from all of the pleasure. The way he rolled his hips, the way deep groans escape his mouth and the way your tummy bulges at his length makes you go feral. And he knows that too. “you’re too deep, I feel it in my tummy!” you barely manage to get out being too distracted from sasukes thick cock in your creamy pussy dragging against your gummy walls with each thrust making tears stream down your face.

“you feel me hm?” he replies with a breathy voice trying not to cum already, at this rate he didn’t just drive you crazy but also himself, getting lost in your wet tight pussy that was also so fucking warm he could come every second if he didn’t take pride in making you cum multiple times before he did. “Mhmm” you moan out while eagerly nod your head as a reply as he wipes away a tear from your cheek. deep groans still escaping his parted lips while his arousal washes away the anger and stress from before. “You’re so good to take your stress out on” he moans seemingly going faster, wrapping his hand tightly around your neck.

“Sasuke!” you moan out with your back arching and pussy clenching around his cock “I can’t take it anymore” you cry out with a whine and tear filled eyes watching sasuke still pounding you without a care.

“I know you can take it”.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ： this was the first thing I’ve ever written some months ago and I finally got the courage to post it! Ik it has room for improvement so if you have any critic feel free to leave it here for me!!

[deathlyalcohol]

Drunken Touch

Toby Rogers x F!Reader (NSFW)

Words: 2.5k Time to read: 20min

Summary: You're drunk at a bar with your friends, when you notice this bartender giving you a couple of free drinks..

CW: 18+ Content, Alcohol, Mention of readers past relationship, drunk reader (also she consents), female reader, reader is a heavy drinker & smoker, Toby also smokes (yes it's hot) -toby seems to get a somewhat normal life but he still had that car accident, uhh fingering, unsafe sex, praising

Side note from the author: I am intoxicated and it´s 1AM so please note the spelling mistakes, THAT´S also my first blog SO have mercy on me thank you!! Also English is my second language. Tips on how to write better are always appreciated just don't be harsh/mean. - HAPPY FRIDAY 13th 😆

-NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DON`T INTERACT-

You and your friends decide to go out on a Friday, typically you always go out on Fridays. But this one, this one is different, it´s Friday the 13th and in your town there's always a party on that day. It´s been a year since you moved on from your ex but it seems you still haven't found anyone or any situationship at that matter. It feels like there is no one right for you. It´s difficult to find the perfect partner although today is different.

You guys meet up at your house and continue going to some random´s party. You first buy alcohol at the near by gas station - everything is already closed so it´s your only choice. You go up to the registers buy some cheap alcohol and head out. Layla, your friend, tells you the party is right at the corner.

„Better hurry up drinking this bottle of Eristoff." she says.

You down the rest of what´s left. The syrupy-vodka burning your throat but who cares you love doing it every time.

"HEyYy Y/N!" some people at the party are greeting you, you're not really popular but you know some people from going out this much. You say hi back, a bit tipsy but continue through the home. You sit on a couch, knowing it hasn´t been cleaned for ages, a matter of fact never. Still you sit down grabbing another bottle that's lying around and try to drink it. Fuck this tastes awful you think. Nevertheless you drink it empty and suddenly.

Shit... you see your ex, he didn't see you, but in a moment you get up and try to go to your other friend that came with you.

"Y/N do you see him?? Holy shit why is this piece of shit here??" Nova yells.

"PSSSH keep it down. God are you already drunk??" you try to keep her quiet but she is already walking up to him and you try not to make ANY eye contact.

Why is he here? He doesn't know anyone here and why now? I need to get the fuck out. You sneak out by a backdoor and light up the last cigarette you have. The smoke looks so beautiful in the moonlight. Layla coming out of nowhere asking for a cigarette, you just stare at her and share the one in your hand.

"Oh.. sorry didn´t know that's your last one but anyways do you want to go to a bar? It´s really boring in here and the alcohol tastes like shit."

"Sure but what about Nova she looks like she wants to stay?" you ask.

"Oh don´t worry, her boyfriend is here too and he has to drive, so he will look after her!" Layla replied.

So the next thing you both do is putting out the cigarette and go away from the party. You walk from bar to bar until it´s midnight and lastly you find the last bar to go to tonight. It’s cramped up in a small alleyway. Shaby but in a cool way, dark and small lightening. Inside there is playing metal music. You notice that the song that is playing in the background is Aerials by System of A Down. You sit on a near by window, cool summer air blowing into the room. Cozy yet mysterious, a bartender is coming, he asks

"What can I-I girls get you for tonight?"

"Two rum and cokes, please." you reply to the stuttering waiter.

You don´t think much of it. Continuing the conversation with Layla. You talk about how dumb your ex is and why he shows up in the first place.

"Man I can't believe he STILL is wearing ripped skinny jeans and that awful cap with his oily hair" Layla says laughingly.

"Yeah, why did I ever date that guy? Please remind me!!"

"Oh I don´t know but you have a SHITTY taste" she exclaims.

Right as she says the last word the brunette is handing you both the drinks. You didn't notice at first but HE was tall, he had a tape on his mouth - no wait, a bandage, you wonder what was up with that. He winked at you when he notices you staring at him. Gosh the alcohol must be finally working. Your friend still talking about your ex and sipping her drink while you drift away in your thoughts. I must be crazy for thinking he is so hot by just serving me a drink. He was. Oh how he is just cleaning the cups and putting away the dirty dishes. His arms circling the glass with the semi-wet towel. It made you feel something. Thinking about his hands rubbing you.

"Earth on Y/N!! Are you listening? I am talking to you.!"

"Yeah sorry I was just thinking why I dated that asshole" you lied but could you possibly tell your friend that you think the bartender is just hot by serving you both drinks?

"OHH I know what's going on!" your friend states.

"You think about how to get revenge on your ex."

"Y-yea you're right" you reply.

"Come on let´s go outside smoke a cigarette."

"Um I don't know if you forgot but we don't have any anymore" you state.

"Fuckk you are right. Well let's just ask the bartender he seems like he smokes." she implies.

Both of you get up. You adjusted yourself without knowing it.

"Heyyy uh.. sir" Layla asks unknowingly.

"Toby! You c-can call me Toby. What can I g-get you?"

"Just some cigarettes if you have any of course."

God my friend is so embarrassing.

"Y-Yeah no problem, the only thing is, I h-have rolling cigarettes but if you w-want t-to -twitch- I can roll them for you." Toby smiling says.

"YES thank you!" you loudly say and push your friend away before she says something rude or even more embarrassing things.

"Can you stop shoving me?"

"No! before you do any more stupid shit."

You wait outside of the bar. No one is around but it is 1AM. How could there be no one at this time? You tap your foot, badly needing a cigarette when finally Toby is approaching both of you.

You both thank him, he is trying to leave when you say "Hey uh do you want to join us? Tell us, why do you work here? I kinda want to get to know you." that's when you realised what the hell you said.

Ugh what the fuck. WHY did I just ask him that he has a job to do.

"Mhmm? Oh yeah I d-don´t see why not. She is a p-pretty straightforward lady mhm?" Toby asks your friend who is minding her own business.

She doesn´t reply so instead he goes up to you and asks again.

"Well if you say it like that maybe I am and maybe you know what I want from you" the alcohol hits more than ever.

You are completely drunk but you don´t care anymore, you only think about Toby. He's so shy but smug at the same time, like he never really talked to a woman before. He was caught off guard by the last sentence but brushes it off

"You kn-know you are pretty drunk, yo-you better be careful or else something is going to happen to you!" he leans forward to tell you.

You get red, he is so close to your face. You practically can feel his breath. Smoking the cigarette faster, you inhale so much, the smoke gets in your eye.

"Agh. My eye!"

"Huh are you o-okay?" Toby asks.

"Yea just smoke. in my. eye." ouch it hurts.

All of a sudden he holds up your chin to look if everything is alright. She is so mesmerising, I could look into her eyes forever toby thinks. After your eye stops burning you notice how close both of your faces are. You want to kiss him so badly and so does he. He saw how you swung into the bar, laughing and smiling. He knows you'll get to know each other better after this night. He was already captivated by your beauty the first time you stepped into the bar. He couldn't help but flirt with you. Her skin is so soft. He could kiss you but you are drunk this would totally go wrong. You try to lean in for a kiss when you get interrupted by Layla.

"Hey uh buddy. Do you mind letting go of my friend? We would like you to serve us more drinks now."

Buddy? I barely know her.

"Oh-h s-sorry.. Let me make you s-some drinks."

Layla is just looking out for you but you want this, you want him to look at you and hold him, you wanted more than just looks. Still all three of you went inside. Toby making some shots. After one there were two and then three shots, Toby actually drinking with the both of you due to being the last two people in the bar.

You look at your phone 3.56 AM. Layla has gone home earlier with a cap, leaving Toby and you alone. She was so drunk, she forgot trying to "protect" you. But you know Toby would be the one protecting.

You both are chatting and flirting "You know you're a good bartender and a hot one at that!"

" You think t-there are only ugly bartenders?" Toby laughing.

"I mean NoO but you are so so handsome. I can't resist your beautiful eyes." you just stare at him happy and drunk.

He can't help but also feel tipsy.

"Sorry but I h-have to close the bar n-now, it is already 4AM." he announces.

I better bring her home, she seems to fall at every step she takes. I can't risk her getting hurt.

"I w-will walk you home, it´s not safe and it's late"

"Alright big guy, but don't expect sleeping at my place. IT´S a mess."

Even if it is, he wouldn't mind it. His place has always been a mess. But maybe he can crash at your place, he wouldn´t try to convince you but the way you have been flirting with him all night tells him differently.

"You know yo-you´re pretty cute when you stare and giggle at m-me. It t-tells me you want me." you are stunned but it's true.

The whole night you've been thinking how he could touch you. With his rough hand, kissing your neck, fingering you. God maybe you really really need him badly. It´s not even the alcohol in your system. It´s your body that is craving for his touch. Imagining him on top of you caressing your face. The thought of it melts your brain.

You both stumble to your home, your arms hugging him not even letting go when you try to put your key into the keyhole. He's warm, you can feel his toned muscles. You're getting wetter the more you both touch each other.

"There y-you go gorgeous, do you need anything e-else?"

"Mhmm I need you, I want you Toby please" you beg not even recognising what you just said but that's all Toby needed to hear.

He picks you up, closes the door behind him and looks for your room. You kiss him, slowing on his neck.

"Hah- Fuck.. Y/N"

After walking for a while he finds your room settling you down on the bed. He gets on top of you and starts kissing you sloppily.

"S-So good- you taste so f-fucking- good."

You were practically clinging to his body slowing taking off your clothes.

"That's it baby hmm~" his breath getting heavier.

One hand holding your hip and the other one travelling down.

"Hah.. you are so soaked f-fuck. That's all because of me?" He laughed breathlessly, you can't help but moan as he circles your clit slowly..

Fuck I barely know him but why is he so fucking hot. Your moaning turning his dick harder, throbbing against his jeans. He starts to put one finger in, stretching you open, slowly working a second on in and curling them forward.

"Ahh.. Toby" you whined.

"Y/N-..please fuck.. Let me f-feel, mhm.. you" He can barely keep it together, craving your touch all night. You can feel his cock behind his jeans on your thigh, rubbing it, only getting painfully harder.

He pushes his finger deeper inside you, grinding them against your g-spot, his palm pressing down on your clit. You struggle to keep it together. Your whole body belongs to him, you can't keep up with his pace. You were so close when he unexpectedly stops.

"You are such a good girl f-for me do you know that, yeah?" You tried to focus but you only feel your pussy pulsating.

"Y-You do want my cock pretty girl, right?" You eagerly nodded. He stood up pulling off his shirt and zipped open his pants to yank them away.

"You really r-really want it that bad baby, huh.?" He was slim yet muscular, a weird tattoos on his arm and chest, scars and scratches. He seemed to be through a lot.

You could feel his impatience, ripping off your panties than his. His tip, a light pink, teasing your entrance. It was coated with pre-cum.

"Fuck..You are so wet. Only mine."

"Please.. I- I can´t take it anymore...Toby". you whimpered. Feeling his throbbing cock against your clit was too much. You needed him inside you. now before you went insane.

"C´mon you can beg nicer than that" He keeps running the tip over your swollen cunt. "Please Toby.. I need your cock inside of me"

"That's a good girl." He groans before slowly pushing his cock inside. He needs to stop for a moment, trying to not loose control. But when he sees you rolling your eyes back, he thrusts harder and deeper.

"God.. Fuck.. How could I have ever lived without this pretty cunt of yours." You were melting by every thrust.

One deeper than the one before. You look so pretty being fucked by him. His hands wrapping around your waist to get a better grip fucking you. He can feel him getting close and so were you. His cock slamming harder into your cervix, pressing so deep, practically a moaning mess.

"Fuck.. baby-" The feeling of you milking his cock while you also experienced a wave of ecstasy brought the thrusting to a stop.

He carefully pulled out when you realise he didn't wear a condom.

"Fuck.." you breathe heavily.

You don't care right now but you look at Toby who also stupidly smiles

"I uh I will give you the money for the m-morning after pill. How much is it? Like 20 bucks?"

You stare at this idiot and just snuggle up to him "More like 80."

You both will just get it the following morning. Now you just need rest.

Side note from the author: sooo Its now 6:40AM It was fun to write it but holy fuck I should NOT do all-nighters. Anyways I am sorry if the time is wrong I think I have a mix of past and present but its early in the morning my brain is functioning on water and energy.

TELL ME IF YOU WANT ANOTHER PART - I am going to sleep goodnight y'all 🫶

Inspired by @noctiva please check out her blog she is probably my biggest inspiration 🫶

MY MASTERLIST

[brownskinlemon]

Deal (d.f.)

pairings: dom/reader

word count: 4,061

summary: You've never experienced the big O, and a night with your best friend Dominic turns into more than you planned

warnings: smutty smut, mentions of smoking, unprotected s3x, cr3ampie, multiple orgasms, some sappy emotions

authors note: this is my first ever story, and I hope you all enjoy :)

!! do not repurpose or repost as your own for any reason on any platform without credit !!

The shuffling of feet was all that could be heard as you and your best friend Dominic paced the grocery store aisles. It was nearly midnight, the store getting ready to close soon. The munchies had taken over earlier in the night, which led you two to an hour's journey around this store, baskets full of junk food in both your hands. 

“Y/N…bro” You turned back to his mouth agape, eyes fixated on a mega-sized Ben n Jerry’s tin. He toyed with his lip between his teeth for a moment, before swinging the door open and obnoxiously tossing it into his already overflowing basket. 

You snorted quietly to yourself, quickly turning back around before you ended up staring at his pink lips for far too long for your own comfort, far too long to be considered platonic admiration.

-

The streets of Naples were empty and dim, headlights dancing across you in the passenger seat of Dominic’s car as you sped down a main road. Your eyes were glued to the moonlight dancing across the thrashing waves across the shore out of your window. 

“So beautiful” He mumbled to himself.

“ I know right?” You responded without looking at him. Your head whipped around to him, surprised to find his brown eyes already fixated on you, making your heart drop suddenly.

He coughed to himself, straightening up in his seat and turning his attention back to the road, his lips once again being caught in between his lips. Those perfect fucking lips.

With his looks he could easily have every girl in Naples on a leash, but chooses not to, you never understood why. You would like to think he had commitment issues, but it seemed to be pure disinterest in dating at all. You had been friends since middle school, and though you had been in so many friends and “relationships”, your friendship stayed the same. As close as you had been, there were lines you wouldn’t dare to cross. These lines became blurry in your mind as of late. His figure, eyes,lips, voice had all been so…enchanting recently. Staying up till late overthinking every little interaction was excruciating to say the least. You’d rather die than let him know a word of it. 

You snuck glances at him as his ring-clad fingers drummed on the steering wheel to whatever song was currently on. His apartment came into view, and he skillfully maneuvered into the parking deck. After he parked, you hopped out, grabbing the 7 bags worth of snacks you had bought earlier.

“You really think we can actually eat all this?” You huffed as you made your way down the hall to his apartment.

“ I know I can, especially that ice cream.” He nodded, a small smirk pulling lightly on his face. 

-

“Ok so out of all of them, who was the best in bed?” Dom quipped, eyes fixated on the rolling tray in front of him on the bed, hands skillfully pearling one of several blunts that night. 

You were both clad in a hoodie and pajamas, sitting on his bed. A fiery orange light danced across the dim room from a lamp, “Who Hurt You?” by Daniel Caesar playing lightly in the background.

“Hm…maybe that one soccer guy. But he did the bare minimum and didn’t even make me cum.”

“Well at least you’re able to get yourself off right? Who needs em anyway.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off quietly, eyes locked on your fiddling hands which had now become the most interesting thing in the world. You could see him stop his actions out of your peripheral vision. 

“Y/N”

“Dom”

“No way you’ve never…finished? Like ever in your 20 years?”

You sighed, eyes squeezing together. “I have not.” 

Tears begin to burn at the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall with each second of embarrassing silence that follows. Sure you had discussed…sex,all bestfriends do, but there were lines you didn’t want to cross. Dom knowing about your lack of ability to orgasm was one of those lines. 

Without looking up at him you jumped up, rushing past him to the bathroom across the hall, slamming the door behind you. You sighed deeply as you leaned on the counter, locking in on your eyes in your reflection  that were reddened, caused partially by both the weed and your now falling tears. It didn’t help that weed always made everything you felt even more intense. 

“Get it together. It’s not that serious.” You repeated like a mantra quietly until a heavy knock interrupted your thoughts. 

“Y/N come out…I didn’t mean to make you cry.” You couldn’t see him but you knew he was doing that thing where he tapped his feet when he got nervous or worried.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, pausing in the silence.

“You didn’t- I mean- you didn’t Dom. Shit’s just embarrassing.”

“There’s no point in being embarrassed. Why would I care if you’re not like a sex god or something. In fact that’s pretty normal for women to have that..blockage you know?”

You chuckled lightly to yourself, amused at the way his version of comforting you. You breathed out loudly, nodding to yourself in the mirror before swinging the door open to find Dominic leaning on the doorway, running right into his chest. 

You were taken off guard as his arms wrapped around you, your tense shoulders relaxing as you embraced him back.

“You ok?”

“Yeah..don’t rub it in.” You said muffled into his chest. 

His arms loosened around you as his tall frame loomed over you. His brown eyes bore into yours from above, rendering you silent. You watched as his eyes snuck a glance at your lips, quickly snapping back up to your eyes.

“Y/N…I-”

Before he could get a word out you moved around him, walking into his room and turning over your shoulder. 

“That blunt and ice cream won’t finish itself Dom!”

You watched him smirk to himself, shaking his head as he made his way back into his room with you 

-

After several blunts and snacks, you two found yourselves wrapped up in blankets on your second movie of the night: The Breakfast Club. 

“This movie is amazing.” You quipped up with a mouth full of ice cream, eyes not leaving the screen. You heard him hum in agreement, eyes sneaking a quick glance at him as he leaned back, shifting his hips underneath his blanket. My god, if I was on that lap I would-

“Y/N” 

“Dom” Your eyes were glued to the screen as you pretended to be completely invested in the film, and not as invested as you were intently ignoring whatever conversation he was about to start. 

“About earlier…you know I’m not good with emotional sappy conversations so..bear with me...” He trailed off, pausing the movie with the remote and forcing you to find another object in the room to fixate on.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry they didn’t..care enough to make sure you were good. I know I clown on you alot but you don’t deserve that shit.”

His hand gently made its way under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You hear me?” His eyes searched yours valiantly.

“Yes.” You breathed out, freezing at how intense his gaze fanned over your features. 

His eyes dropped to where he began to cup your hands gently in his, as your eyes followed. You two were never touchy, and the frequency of physical touch tonight was stoking the already intense fire that was stirring in you for him. 

“Fingers crossed the next man that gets the honor of touching you is caring, and gives your body the respect it deserves. Hm?” 

“Fingers crossed” you said quietly, trying to hide your breath that was now ragged from the little contact. 

You looked up at him, surprised to find his eyes already fixated on you. His teeth caught on his full bottom lip, his chest heaving silently. The lighting in the room, combined with the way his hair fell over his face made your body run warm. The sweet smell of his cologne mixed with weed filled your lungs and made you dizzy with desire from how close you were sitting.

Fuck it. 

“Dom”

“Y/N?”

You leaned over quickly, smashing your lips into his. It took him no time to connect your lips, hands snaking around your waist. A moment later, you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his, eyes filled with desire as they met his.

“What was that for?” He breathed in and out, attempting to catch his breath.

“I…I want to try it…with you.” Your voice faltered as your sentence went on.

“It? What’s it?”

“Sex.”

His eyes danced back and forth between yours searching for any doubt.

Your hands covered your face. “Its okay if you don’t we can go to bed and pretend like this never happened I just-”

You were cut off by his lips smashing into yours again, and he flipped you two over so he was hovering on top of you. His hips grinded into the heat between your legs as they wrapped around him . You whined into the kiss from the friction as he pulled back, his hand placed under your chin. 

“Are you sure you want this? With me I mean?” 

“Yes Dom. Please. I need you.” you whimpered out as you grind your hips up into his to emphasize your point.

A quiet groan fell from his lips. “If you ever…and I mean ever want to stop you tell me okay? I want you too but this is about you. I want you to feel good but I need you to let me know what you need more or less of. Deal?”

You nodded silently, eyes boring into his.

“Words Y/N.”

“Yes- I mean deal” tumbled from your lips that had already begun to darken from his kiss.

He chuckled to himself, diving back in to connect your lips again. His lips danced their way from your mouth, across your jaw, and down your neck, deciding on a particularly sensitive spot to mark. Your breath began to waiver and small whimpers caught in your throat as his mouth left marks across your neck, surely to be a sickening purple in the morning. 

“You sound even prettier than I had imagined.” He whispered near your ear, making your stomach turn in the most amazing way.

As he continued his attack on your neck, his long fingers began to toy with the hem of your hoodie, dipping his hands underneath to run his hands up your stomach. 

“May I?” He asked, referring to your hoodie that had been pushed above your stomach by now.

“You may.” You smiled shyly at him as he gently pushed your hoodie off your body, exposing your baby pink bra to him . He met you in your bareness, leaning back to pull his hoodie over his head. Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of his chest, the sharpness of his abs that were littered with tattoos had made you clench your legs together in a fever of need.

He leaned back into you, finding his place once again between your legs as his lips kissed across your chest. 

“Arch up for me” He muttered.

You obeyed, arching your back up as he unclipped your bra with his free hand, sliding it off you gently. A gasp from your lips broke the thick silence in the room as his lips gently wrapped around your nipple, his large hand twisting your other nipple gently in his hand. Your hands rushed to loop into his unruly curls. 

He continued his descent down your abdomen, leaving open mouthed kisses on his path until he reached the waistline of your pajamas. He sat up, kissing your forehead as he massaged your hips. 

“Lift up.” He breathed out. Your hips lifted in response as he pulled down your pajamas in one swift motion. He toyed with the hem of your panties, eyes catching onto yours as you stared at him. 

“Remember our deal okay?” His eyebrows raised. 

“Okay.” You responded shakily. Although you were not a virgin, the line you were crossing was enough to leave you in shock. You had reached a point beyond return and there was something about the sheer size of the tent in his pants that did not lend to not being overcome with nervousness. 

He hooked his ring clad fingers into the loop of your panties, pulling them down gently. He sat back on his knees, admiring you completely bare to him, your body running hot from his gaze. 

“Good god you are so beautiful..” He shook his head in disbelief. You looked up at your best friend, and saw everything that love could offer in human form. It was almost comical how whipped he had you from a few touches. He slid down between your legs, flat on his stomach and wrapping his arms around your thighs. 

He peppered open mouth kisses and hickeys between your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you needed him most. He blew a cool stream of air over your clit, causing you to jolt your hips trying to chase some type of sensation, in response he pushes your hips down gently, readjusting his grip on you.

“Relax baby, I got you” He quipped before suddenly wrapping his lips around your center. A silent moan lodged in your throat at the sudden contact. He began to work over you with his tongue, humming in pleasure as your moan finally released from your chest, echoing in his small room. 

Your hands searched the bed wildly for something to hold onto, one of your hands settling deep in his curls while the other gripped tightly on his bicep. You grinded up into his grip, breath labored and laced with ongoing whimpers. Just then, Dominic pulled back from you, earning a whine of frustration from your needy lips.

“Shh…I’m gonna add a finger now, okay?” He asked gently. You nodded fervently, desperate for him to touch you. Your body tensed as his digit slid into you easily thanks to the wetness that had pooled between your legs. He thrusted gently, making your mouth fall open as he repeatedly brushed over your g-spot.

“Can you add a second?” You labored out through heavy breaths.

He silently obliged, sliding a second finger gently inside of you, earning him a gasp and a mantra of his name tumbling from your lips like a broken record. A high pitched sound that he had never heard before left your bruised lips as he returned his mouth to your clit while still pumping his fingers into you. 

Everything felt more intense, and it was making you dizzy. You felt pleasure running through your veins, making your eyes roll back and your nails dig into his bicep. Your hips jolted up and in response Dom wrapped his hands tightly around your thighs, locking you in his grip and keeping you from moving. You felt an unfamiliar coil in your stomach, and it was almost too much for you to handle.

“Dom I-I can’t” You whined out through eyes that were squeezed closed, attempting to loosen his grip on you and run from the intensity that he had built up between your legs. 

“Yes” He peppered in between kisses on your center, his fingers not letting up their pace. “You can. That’s an orgasm baby, I know you can get there for me. Breathe.” 

It was almost like your body was programmed to his words, because just then the coil in your abdomen had snapped. Your vision went white and you could hear nothing but your own pulse in your ears, you were sure you could faintly hear Dom’s voice in the distance. A surge of pure unadulterated pleasure rushed through you, paralyzing you in his grip while rendering you speechless except for the screams of his name that echoed in the tiny room.

As you came down, you slowly opened your eyes to find Dominic staring at you with the goofiest smile one could muster. He looked so innocent as if he wasn’t covered in your juices and hadn’t just performed witchcraft between your legs that were still shaking. 

“Dom, what the fuck.” You heaved out.

“I know right?” He quipped while massaging your hips. He leaned over to kiss your forehead.”Do you still wanna continue? I know that was…a lot, or at least it seemed like it was. I don’t wanna push you too far if not.” Your eyes raked over his frame, nodding enthusiastically.

Your confirmation was all it took for him to remove his pajama pants in one swift movement. He followed by slowly removing his boxers, groaning as his dick sprung free from its confines. Your mouth fell agape. You had always had a guess that he was well endowed, and yes he was, but you never thought that a dick could be..pretty?

“Don’t stare, it makes me nervous.” He mocked with a small chuckle, earning a small exhausted smile from you. He found his place between your legs, his dick rubbing lightly between your wet folds, making you both groan. His free hand dipped between your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, okay? I never wanna make you feel anything other than good. Deal?”

“Deal” You nodded. He pecked your lips, dropping his head to look at where you two connected between your legs. He massaged his tip lightly between your folds, letting his tip gently slip inside, as you held your breath and his own ran shakily. Your eyes squeezed together and your hands gripped his biceps.

“Breathe, don’t go blue on me baby.” 

You tried to remember how to breathe, but all you could think about was the delicious feeling of him gently stretching you out. His thrusts stayed slow as he practiced getting deeper and deeper until your hips met each other. You arched your chest up until it met his tip as his tip began to massage deeply against your g-spot.

In no time, he had worked up to a decent pace after you gave him the okay, your body running hotter than ever as he worked into you while latching his lips onto your already decorated neck. The room felt like it was spinning in the best way, and the groans he elicited into your neck made you wanna explode. You were ripped out of your trance after he suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“Dom what are you-”  Your sentence was interrupted as the feeling of a cold liquid ran up your spine from base to tip. You whined at the sudden temperature change, whimpering as the cold was replaced with his warm mouth that had begun indulging in the ice cream off of your back. 

“Tasted even better off of you than I imagined.” he commented, following his words with immediately slipping back into you completely, snatching your already ragged breath out of your chest for the thousandth time that night. Your nails clawed into the sheets under you, searching for a grip to cope with the rush of pleasure that had overtaken your body. He trailed his hands up your torso and arms, stopping at your hands as he interlinked your fingers with his own, not relenting on his pace inside of you. 

The room was filled with the melody of your collective moans paired with the harsh colliding of your ass into his hips. A thin blanket of sweat covered both your bodies, and once again he had brought you to a point where you were thrashing underneath his touch.

The whispers near your ear were driving you insane, and he began snaking his hand down around you and between your legs, using the wetness there that had pooled to his advantage. His fingers were now circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. That familiar coil tightened again in your lower abdomen, leaving you biting down into the pillow and arching up into his thrusts.

“You think you can be a good girl and give me a second one?” He toyed.

All that left your mouth was a string of desperate whines. 

“I can’t hear you baby…” He trailed off, thrusting particularly deep at the end of his words, leaving your mouth agape.

“I..I can’t…too much”You forced out between moans.

“I think…” He increased his pace between your hips and rubbed deliciously fast around your clit “You can.”

Your eyes squeezed together as he relentlessly worked at the coil that had tightened beyond belief in your abdomen. His lips trailed up your ear, and soon that coil had snapped, making your legs lock and a string of incoherent moans tumble  from your lips as he brought you to your peak for the second time that night. 

“Fucking hell…” He groaned at the sight of you coming undone and the way you were relentlessly clenching down on him. He pumped a few more strokes, pushing one last time into you to a hilt until you felt his warm release pooling your insides.

He suddenly pulled out, making both of you gasp. You were flat on the bed now, eyes fluttering as you felt the bed dip and his footsteps leave the room. You looked over your shoulder, wondering where he had trailed off to with such urgency. You heard the water run in the bathroom and he returned moments later with a warm wet washcloth. 

“You think you can flip onto your back for me?” He asked as he stood above you. 

“Mhm” You begrudgingly obliged. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up duh” He said, shaking his head.

He spread your legs, trailing the washcloth down to your stomach and thighs. He gently brushed it over your center and beyond, earning a whine from you at the sensitivity.

“Shh I know, but you quite literally made a mess. And I hate to be that guy, but you’re gonna have to come pee baby” he cooed, earning a groan from you. He stood up, slipping on his pajamas before lifting you up and placing his oversized hoodie over you, flooding your nose with his scent. He suddenly lifted you up into his arms. You felt him walking out the room, placing you down on the toilet making your feet come in contact with the cold tile.

He leaned up against the counter, looking down at you with a big dopey smile as you waited for your center to stop pulsing so you could pee.

“You’re just gonna, stand there and watch me?” You quipped, raising your eyebrow.

“Yeah unfortunately, for you.” He fake sighed. 

A moment of comfortable silence passed before you broke it suddenly with your thoughts.

“Dom that was…I didn’t know I could…that it could feel like that.” You shook your head in disbelief before continuing. “I thought I was like..broken.”

He smiled softly before leaning over to kiss your forehead. “You did great. And you know, I’d like to think I know a few things.” You snorted in response to his cockyness. 

After you had finished and gotten cleaned up, you stumbled your way back to the bedroom with his help, flopping onto the bed.

He brought the covers over you, tucking you in and sliding up behind you to hold your frame to his chest. 

“Y/N…I love you.” He whispered, in a tone that made you understand that he wasn’t just saying that as your best friend.

“I love you too.” You hummed contently.

“I know this is probably a weird time to ask seeing as you actively have a little of me leaking out of you..but…” His voice ran shaky “Would you…and I understand if not I just wanted..for you to be my girlfriend. 

You turned in his arms, eyes searching for any sign of a joke, to no avail. “Deal.” You smirked at him, knowing he understood. 

“Deal.” He kissed you, smiling into the kiss, before you turned back into his arms. His curls tickled your neck as he feathered tender kisses down your neck before he finally settled in the pillow and fell asleep. 

[lenneygirl4ever]

hello friends, how do we feel about a influencer/musician reader fanfic (or blurbs, imagines, etc) with will? thoughts? i feel rather inspired by the latest sidemen charity match, that i created a whole new blog just to write again :)

[crkfaeau]

Welcome Travelers and Cookie Enjoyers!

This is the official blog of my Cookie Run: Kingdom Fae!AU. Here you will find my fics and extra thoughts, as well as a whole bunch of Irish Myth!

You will find updates, possible memes, and occasionally some art, but I can't make promises since I'm not very skilled at digital. Love answering questions too; anything from my current worldbuilding to Irish Myth, I am here for anything! So far I only have the ShadowVanilla ship in here, but I might come around to others if anyone is interested.

Please note that both stories are Not Rated for depictions of injury and danger. Nothing too graphic, but these are not super happy tales, please keep that in mind.

Current Stories:

The Glamour of Fae (Not Rated)-

To have a close encounter with a Fae is to become burdened with the possibility of great prosperity or unbearable loss. One must not anger nor attract the attention of an Aos Sí, for no one can predict the irreversible damages such a relationship could bring. A mere misstep can cause the destruction of a farmer's livelihood, a single misinterpreted gesture could sign away a maiden's soul. An eternal life of magic and festivities, at the cost of one's free will.

Unbeknownst to a lonely shepherd, a beast of unimaginable power has him in his sights. A dance of deceit and truth will take center stage, and neither partner will be ready for curtain call.

The King of Beltane (Not Rated)-

The Beltane Festival is celebrated every first full moon in May to mark the turning of spring into summer. Crops and cattle are blessed, flowers are strewn over every head, and harvest sacrifices are made to appease the Fae, the Aos Sí. The Maypole Dance is one of the most famous traditions. Opponents test who can dance the longest and win the blessings of the Fae. The local shepherd has participated many times, yet he has consistently failed to win.

One fateful Beltane morning, the Amadán Dorcha, the Dark Fool, demands for more than a harvest sacrifice. At the same time, the shepherd struggles to dance on a narrow ribbon between freedom and loneliness.

Do you Hear Their Call? (Mature) -

A raid gone wrong sends a trio of redeemed deceivers through the dark woods, grasping at the flowing hourglass of time to take back precious seconds. Crumbs and jam lay in their wake as one teeters between life and oblivion. Their healer is still missing, and they do not have time to mourn.

While time quickly drains from his hands, Shadow Milk reaches for life, desperately calling to whatever force would hear his prayer. Something calls back to him, offering him the only peace it knows.

[xgawii]

In the mist of depression I think we all believe we’re poets at some point or another oooor maybe I should just start a blog.. here it is ☻ hi, this is my blog 🎀

[leadshootingcupid]

G’day mates, you’re up here on the blog of the best sharpshooter Mann Co. ever could’ve hired. 

Yea, Miss Pauling told us these types of things are good for the company image, ‘n it figures I should give the Support class some more rep, or whatever. 

Think I’m not the only one who picked up on the idea, though... 

Anyhow! The nest never gets lonesome to me, ‘n all this stuff is pretty new, but ya lot are free to ask me questions any time. 

[ammckk6262]

Heyaaa<3~

Welcome to Rose's Haven~

Names: Rose/Rosa/Alina/Minerva

Pronouns: She/They(I'm oke with anything as long as it isn't 'it')

ENTP kitty here~

I always appreciate cute lil honorifics tho ;))

If anyone wanna discuss ANYTHING.. just drop by in my inbox or dm me<3~

If any rp acc wanna rp wimme yer very welcome to do so!!

Dni if you don't fit the basic dni criteria.

I swear a lot

This is not a spoiler free blog

Mutuals can ask for discord (only if we've interacted on Tumblr first)

I will not tolerate any kind of hate, disrespect or negativity directed at anyone.

(Oh and yea... I just have way toooooo many hobbies to keep up with... so watch me upload terrible writing and drawings (Oh and I like photography too-))

Where to find me?:

Bsky acc-> ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

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AO3->(✿◕‿◕✿)

Spotify-> $_$

Pinterest-> o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

My best buddy: @xerenalikestoread

My beloved moots who'll disturb and mention in the most random places: @lemonmixice @sunarintaro-10 @starfrightened @astray-arlo @vixxy-izzy @gh0st-punk @sawamiyukiss @sugareimon @localmentallyillwriter (same person as @mewhenigettosilly) @bubblycherry07 @tharandomdude @dokjas-lostselfpreservation (Plz tell me if ya don't wanna be disturbed ＞︿＜)

Credits for headers: @melonnyn @anitalenia @dollywons @ephemic @valpontopng @colorless-sea

Plz mind that I've taken inspo from MANY ppl for this intro post. So if ya notice yers here and want credit, plz don't hesitate to ask so.

*this post is in the process of being edited to make it better!!*

[dxrlingprxncess]

My first little blog..

Hi☺️ my name is Samantha, but you can call me Sammy, Sam, anything works really😇 I’m 24 from the states ^.^

I’m new to all of this, I used to have tumblr way long ago but never really used it.. 🙂‍↕️

So here’s just some things about me to get started 🥹

I love horror movies so so much 🖤 ghost face and Art the clown are my life🔪

Dark and gloomy weather is my favorite weather, it just makes me wanna sip tea in bed all day and watch movies 💁🏽‍♀️

I don’t have too many friends anymore from grade school, but that’s okay.. a lot of my posts will consist of spooky, cute, or sometimes depressing things. But I’m working on loving myself again I promise 🥰

Idk what else to say but always feel free to message me if you need to girlies c:

OH.. here’s my ANTHEM atm 🎶

[ssstaryy]

Fake It - Book synopsis

Lauren Winters, a girl who despises the thought of having a crush. She hates the pitter-patter of her heart when one certain person is around. She hates that her mouth likes to run off when that one certain person is in the conversation, and it says something stupid before she can catch up to it. But most of all? She hates her friend group for pointing out that she hasn't even gone on a date in six years. Because now she finds herself agreeing to go on one date, just to get them to shut up. Because now she has to go through the nerve wracking fear of not being in control. But now, she has an idea.

Chase Rodgers, your typical asshole of a guy. Unfortunately for him, he's got an ex girlfriend that broke up with him, and everyone thinks he's some clingy guy thats still hung up on her. So now he's got something to prove. Chase has to prove to everyone that he's over that girl--and that he is not, let me make that clear. He's not over her yet, but everyone's telling him he isn't like if it's obvious. So now? He's not happy. You know what else he isn't happy about? Lauren winters. 

Lauren Winters and Chase Rodgers are absolutely disgusted by one another. But guess what? Now Lauren has proposed an idea to Chase, and it seems like a pretty good deal. He gets what he wants, and she gets what she wants. Win-win, right? Except it's not a "Win-win" because the last thing they'd wanna do is go out with each other. Thats why they're going to fake it. Fake dates, fake chemistry, fake everything. But here's where they panic--at what point did the lines of real and fake start to blur?

[cheezbites]

Doing Chris McLean’s Makeup

✎:My first blog on Tumblr <3

♡Summary: You do Chris McLean’s makeup before the first episode for a new season of Total Drama Island. (Boyfriend!Chris x F!Reader)

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Chris McLean has always observed your patience and dedication toward glamorizing yourself. But what can he say? You take your role as the hostess of Total Drama Island seriously.

Before every episode airs, you’d routinely get up a couple of hours prior to it even shooting just so you could do your make up, wanting to look as flawless as possible.

Afterwards, you’d look gorgeous and on point. And you’d constantly find him lustfully staring, even at places he shouldn’t be.

You couldn’t really blame him, though - the outfits you’d wear would be an irresistible mix of both worlds: sexy whilst keeping it classy.

And often he would insist on hiring a makeup crew to get the job done faster, you’d always reject his offers: “Y/N, I don’t think you understand how vast the budget is. Let’s just hire one. I wouldn’t want for you to wake up way earlier than everyone else just to-“

You placed the tip of your applicator brush upon his lips to stop him from trying to convince you any further.

“Babe… You know I got this.” You contended softly, before continuing to apply your Dior Blush and completing your look of the day.

“If you insist.”

And suddenly, an idea sprung to your head.

“Wait - how much time do we have left?”

He checked his golden watch, which complemented his slick black suit and emanated the pleasant aroma of his signature cologne.

“About 1-2 hours, plenty of time.”

“I have an idea - c’mere for a sec, babe.” you professed with a grin, motioning towards the chair beside you. It was placed right in front of the sophisticated makeup station: a vanity adorned with LED lights, an abundance of brushes and products, and countless other essentials.

Obediently, Chris complied with your request, waiting to hear what you have to say.

You playfully cupped your head in your hand, slightly cocking your head to the side.

“You have a really nice face … y’know?” You briefly cradled his face in your other hand, admiring his alluring features.

Chris adored it when you gave him unexpected compliments out of nowhere, they’d never fail to drastically boost his mood. Funny thing is, he thinks you don’t notice how bricked he gets over them.

“Oh darling… you know you don’t mean that,”

he nervously replied, his apprehension slurring his speech and his face marginally turning red.

But you knew him too well, how if anyone else were to say that to him he’d lash out a sarcastic know-it-all “I know I look good.” and beam a cocky grin.

But since you’re his darling, it’s a completely different scenario.

“Wanna hear my big idea?”

“Go ahead” he responded, being all ears.

“Okay, how much do you love me on a scale of one to ten?”

“Ten isn’t a big enough number for a real answer.”

Just what you wanted to hear.

“…Have you ever tried on makeup?”

“I see where this is going now.” he chuckled dryly, Chris also knew you too well.

Whenever you wanted a favor or needed to ask him something, you would always wait a while before bringing it up. This time, he mentally noted that you playfully employed the compliment manoeuvre.

“Lemme put some on you. Come on, please mi amor?” You pleaded, teasingly stretching out the ‘please’ to pull at his heart strings. He released a defeated sigh, giving in to your little scheme,

“Fine, go ahead.”

“You’re the best babe.” You lightly pecked his cheek before excitedly reaching for your makeup bag, rummaging through it’s contents.

“Hmm… let’s start with a bit of mascara.”

You placed your chair closer to him, and started lightly applying the product.

“This will come off before we start to air, right?” he reluctantly asked.

“Of course, it’s not a tattoo or anything.” you replied jokingly making his body tense up a little less.

“Your lashes are already so long … I’m starting to feel a bit jealous.” You finished off doing his mascara and he took a quick glance in the mirror and didn’t seem too fond of it at first.

“The application is a bit messy…” This was another one of your plans to see just how much of a tease you could be, as you got a thrill out of it.

You got up from your seat and sat on his lap facing him, you felt his heart rate and body temperature steadily increase.

“There we go,” You said, reaching for a foundation and an applicator brush.

You lightly blended it into his skin, and inspected your work afterwards.

“Oh wow,”

“What? Better not be ruining my gorgeous face.”

“Definitely not, wouldn’t want to do that to mi amor.”

“Ooh - what about some … lipstick.” You mumbled as you applied it onto his lips.

Acting as if you’re trying to readjust yourself on his lap, you bounced up and moved yourself closer to him.

As a result of your actions, you felt something gradually harden beneath you.

“What? I can’t help it.” he smirked.

“You know, I’d really hate to have wasted all this lipstick… so it looks like we’re going to have to share it.” You quipped, leaning in for a long sultry kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

As you kissed, his hand trailed down to your thigh, sliding it up your tight dress. The other hand grabbing your boob.

Suddenly, you pulled away from the kiss, examining his watch and your heart sank.

“Shit! - We’ve got ten minutes… stay put.”

Reaching into one of the drawers, you hurriedly grabbed for some baby wipes and gently cleansed his face. In the nick of time, one of the camera crew members informed you guys we’re just about to air this season’s episode.

You both promptly scrambled to your positions, making fixes to your outfit and moving some of your hair to the side - and the camera started rolling.

“Welcome to a new season of…”

“…Total Drama Island!”

Masterlist

[seaprincess333]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*

first post kinda nervous

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[thawedsystem]

Reminder for all you system folk

being a system/collective is TRAUMATISING. No matter your; age,gender,head count, type of system (-endos) , etc.

having a disorder formed for childhood trauma that was severe enough that it changed the way that your brain perceived the world and split you personality into fractions of dissociation is traumatic.

Like just the alters alone, are terrifying. Watching your world crumble around you because you can’t remember little things and your personality it’s abrasive and extremely unstable. Being dissociated all the time is traumatising, not knowing who you are or where you are or who the people around you are?? Fucking terrifying!! Don’t undermine your experience as a system because you don’t think it’s negatively impacting you. It is, because you have this disorder for a reason.

Diagnosed or not. Even when you recover, fused or not, it will always affect you. And that’s okay ml. There will be good and bad experiences, and it’s times choice on what you will do during it. 💕

NOT FOR ENDOS.

[meowz3rzparty]

Im writing a fanfic about Doctor masacrik bc there’s literally none 🥰

It’s a wip so please be patient:3

*You don’t know what happened, you couldn’t remember who you were, where you were, hell you couldn’t even remember your past. You woke up in a hospital, inside a patient room.you were in a hospital gown,nothing else. You were confused and scared. You had no clue what was happening of course you’d be frightened.*

*your whole body hurt as you sat up slowly. You looked down at your legs to see stitches going up your right leg, the area around the stitches being bruised and slightly red. It was so confusing and panic inducing. Eyes wide and aware as you looked around when you felt something on your head. You couldn’t see what it was though, but luckily there was a mirror in sight and you could slightly see into it. Seeing the cat looking ears sown onto the base of your head, also noticing a cat like tail sown onto your lower back.*

*But like I said, you couldn’t remember anything and had no clue if those had always been there on not. The only clue you would’ve had is how the stitches look. However you didn’t know what healed stitches look like, and even if you did I doubt you’d remember.*

“What the fuck..? W-why can’t I remember anything…?” *You stammered out quietly. You were trying to calm down by taking deep breathes except the stress of not being able to remember anything was making you anxious and scared. As you breathed heavily your eyes paced around the room and noted an iv tube inserted into your forearm. As you took notice of it you decided it would be a good idea to try and get it out and go ask someone for help. Your hand reached for the iv tube that was probably being used to give your body medicine, you grabbed it a gently started to mess with it trying to get it out*

“Ah your awake. Stop playing with your iv though..” *you hear a stern voice say suddenly,flinching slightly at the unexpected voice. Eyes darted to look over at the door frame of the room to see a tall figure, you couldnt quite make out who it was because it was quite dark. The ‘figure’ stepped into the room. A tall doctor, with strawberry pink hair that was short and slicked back, teal eyes glaring over at you. His style of clothes was… questionable. A mint teal button up top with a white hospital coat over it with his name tag on, “Doctor Masacrik”. Ah so that’s his name. His shorts were a maroon colour as he had heart covered stocking under them… interesting fashion choice.*

[scorpux]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ˙🍡 — Oiee, eu sou a Winky, e sejam todos bem vindos ao meu Blog!!!

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⋆౨ৎ˚ ──★ ˙ ̟ 🍰 .ᐟ.ᐟ Um Blog onde as garotas se encontram, se juntam e se divertem juntas com cores pastéis e principalmente a cor rosa.

⋅˚₊‧ 🐰 ‧₊˚⋅ 🧁 ᝰ.ᐟ > Este blog é como o meu diário virtual, irei falar sobre minha vida, pensamentos/ideias que constantemente tenho, sobre meus gostos e coisas do tipo...

MAS, também irei trazer vários conteúdos! Como roupas, maquiagem, desenhos, cuidados com a pele, também com o cabelo, animes, mangas, joguinhos, moda e cultura kawaii, e várias outras coisas ^^

── ̟⋆˙🍨 Em fim, sejam bem vindos e divirtam-se em meu Blog !!

[raineynightswrld]

𖥻 Light my cigarette? 𖥨 🚬

greetings. welcome to my first blog ever :). im going to keep this short and simple, my name is raine and i haven’t seen much vito scaletta fanfics on here, so i decided to step up and share some silly imagine/one shot or whatever. not proofread, cliche trope and lazy ending !

overall warnings: reader is implied to be female, smoking, strangers to lovers, cliche moments, kissing, stealing, romantic tension, swearing, slight ooc, really really lazy ending 😭

setting and fandom: mafia 2, 1951.

It was a normal, rainy night in Empire Bay. The trees were rumbling, as droplets of water fell from the night sky at a slow rate while the moon shined its light on the streets of Small Italy. You’d be either insane in the head or in a rush if you were walking around with this weather going on, especially without an umbrella.

Speaking of people insane in the head, you unwillingly stepped in a big puddle, staining your brand new coat and shoes. You hissed in annoyance and took a step back, raising your arms and cursed under your breath: “Fucking hell… can’t even go somewhere without bad luck smudging my fucking asscheeks! Shit was expensive as fuck too.. goddammit.”

Not only did you stain some expensive clothing and pair of shoes, you also forgot your umbrella at home, making this situation even more worse. You just wanted the earth to split in two, gobble you up and never let go of you again. Your hair was wet, and mascara ran down your cheeks like a river. Your coat didn’t help in keeping your black button up blouse at least semi-dry semi-wet. I’m other words, you looked like shit and looked like you just jumped in a river. The rain wasn’t even heavy!

You were always known for having bad luck. Ever since you were a child, nothing went your way. Not even assignments you pulled all nighters on and knew the answers like the back of your hand. You couldn’t figure out how you didn’t die yet, guess something went right in your life at least once.

Grunting and eventually stomping your foot on the moist cemented floor beneath, you shook your head and began walking towards a nearby 24/7 store, not wanting to go back to whatever route you were taking to go to whatever place. You were late anyways.

Lightening up a cigarette, or, at least attempting to, you groan in annoyance and breathe in to not make a tantrum in the middle of the street at two in the morning. Eventually, you manage to light the thin and long cigarette up, the smell of chocolate and whipped cashmere smoke entered your nostrils, which seemed to have calmed you down a bit.

Opening the door to the medium sized convenience store, you inspected your surroundings, just to see no one was there. Might as well rob the store. Taking a big puff of the cigarette, you walk around the store, blowing the smoke out of your nose and mouth. You find yourself roaming the store endlessly.

Not like you had anything else to do. You were sure as hell you wouldn’t be stepping out until the rain outside stopped.

Eventually getting bored, you grab a new pack of cigarettes you wanted to try out for some time now. You squeeze the cigarette you had in your hand from outside with the tip of your boot, and decide to betray your initial thoughts, going outside through the back door of the store.

You thought you’d be alone - that no one would be there, but just you, your thoughts, and your soul. Startled by the man who was also smoking a cigarette, you take a step back and close your eyes for a bit, breathing in before quietly greeting him. He was a tad bit taller than you. If you weren’t wearing boots with heels, he’d probably be more taller.

Raising his eyebrow at the sudden change of somewhat quiet environment, the stranger eyed you, his brown eyes staring into yours. For a moment, none of you said anything, before the man in front of you broke eye contact and moved his head so he was facing the street, and not you. Were you that ugly? You internally cackled at the thought. Sure, he was attractive, with his gel slicked back hair and the mysterious clothing choice but hell — you weren’t THAT interested.

After a moment of awkward silence, the man takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke before finally breaking the quiet tension. "Nice night, huh? Or, at least for me.” he remarks, a faint smirk on his lips.

“Yeah.. I guess.” You didn’t even know you were holding your breath. Exhaling, you open the stolen pack of cigarettes and take one, before stuffing the pack into your coat’s pocket and grabbing your lighter.

You try to light it up, but to no avail, it fails. You try again, and again, and again. Nothing lights up. You sigh loudly, before rolling your eyes. You’re starting to get pissed off.

“Need some help?” The man asks.

“Mama told me to not ask help from strangers.” You smirked and raised an eyebrow, before huffing out a laugh from your somewhat dry throat, then nodding and getting closer to the stranger. He smelled really good. Cigarette and some perfume. “Light my cigarette?”

He first puts his cigarette in his mouth, holding it still as he takes his lighter from his coat’s pocket. Due to the poor lightning, you thought both of you had matching coats - except for the fact that yours was stained with wetness. You point your cigarette to his lighter’s tip, before it shined fire. After the cigarette finally got lit up, you pull back and take a puff.

“Vito.”

“Huh?”

“Name’s Vito. Thought you’d need my name to thank me, sweetheart.”

“Oh!” Your mascara stained cheeks flushed in embarrassment, before huffing out the smoke in another direction than Vito’s face. “Thank you, Vito, for the light.”

You genuinely smiled at him, before you two started to talk about life. Though you were the one who talked more about your job, your overall life.. your bad luck.

“Yeah.. that’s how I got my clothes all wet and dirty. I was actually thinking of going to meet my friends and all at a club but I was already running late and I obviously wouldn’t show up at a club looking like this. When I was walking to the club, I even forgot where I was walking to and just decided to ‘crash’ here.”

You sigh loudly as Vito nods. He already finished his cigarette and didn’t bother lighting up a new one. You, however, were on your second cigarette of the pack you stole. After a few moments of silence, you look at Vito, who was looking at you too.

Your hair was now pretty dry and styled way better. The mascara that ran itself down your cheeks was gone since Vito was kind enough to give you something to wipe the mascara off. The rain stopped a while ago and you just found yourself talking to him endlessly.

Taking one last blow of your cigarette, you flicked it away somewhere on the wet cement and sighed.

“I’m out of things to say.” You laugh and look away before gazing up at Vito, who was slightly smiling.

“That was a lot of stuff to take in.” He huffed out in a slightly raspy voice.

“So.”

“So?”

You blink, breaking the eye contact. There was silence followed, as you breathed in. Leaning in just a bit, you straightened your back a little, before Vito leaned in fully, breaking the tension. His rough lips met your soft ones, as you closed your eyes, placing your palms on his cheeks. Your thumb traced over the scar on his chin, as he held your waist just right. You pulled back for air and breathed in the satisfying post-rain smell. No words were needed. Just a look and another kiss. After another, which turned out sloppier than the other two. Obviously, you stopped at his place after.

Guess you didn’t always have bad luck.