#making me rock back n forth and cry pulling my hair

[vegan-butcher]

Thinking about how clone high got slaughtered with its reboot and it was so fucking disappointing that they laid out a shit ton of seasons to only get canceled after the second

[fairy-angel222]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—geto showing gojo how to fuck you like you deserve

pairing: geto x fem! reader x gojo

content: smut, voyeurism, cuckholding, creampie, cunnulingus, cum eating (gojo eats geto’s cum out of you), praise, degradation, hair pulling, fingering, fingering, consensual cheating, overstimulation, choking

a/n: i’m really sorry for the repost, tumblr flagged the first one :’)

Geto showing Gojo how to fuck you, Gojo’s darling little girlfriend, just right. Gojo sitting on the single sofa in the two’s shared living room. With Geto on the large one and you on his lap with long fingers deep inside you, curling against your g spot as he pumped them in and out. His other hand was wrapped tightly around your neck, forcing you to keep direct eye contact with your boyfriend.

Gojo gulped hard as he felt his boner grow impossibly harder, straining against his pants as his face grew hot at the sight. Soft moans and pants were leaving your pretty lips as your body jerked with every thrust of Geto’s fingers. “See that? I’m barely even doing anything and she’s becoming a mess.” Geto scoffed, giving you no warning as he began hammering his long fingers into you at a rapid pace.

The curled digits were hitting your spot so perfectly, making you cry out loudly in pleasure. Your legs threatening to close as you whimpered, letting out a yelp when Geto slapped your thigh in warning. “Behave, slut.” You whimpered once more, teary eyes meeting your boyfriend’s as your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck.. feels.. f-feels so good,” you moaned, eyes closing as you tried to lean back against the huge man.

“Look at him. Look at your boyfriend try to contain his boner.” Geto increased the pressure on your throat, keeping your head in place as you looked towards Gojo who kept looking away. “Bet he’s never even made you feel this good,” he falsely cooed, sending Gojo a smirk before focusing his attention back on you.

A loud moan escaped your throat when Geto inserted a third finger, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. His fingers curling against your gummy walls, and you could do nothing but whimper and cry as you neared your orgasm. “A-ah—” you mewled “m gonna, ngh— ‘m g-gonna cum,” you moaned, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers and show your boyfriend what he could never do?” You nodded vigorously, your head empty as you babbled out little yeses and pleases. Geto’s eyes connected with his roommate’s, a teasing smirk on his face, “you know, you can get off to me ruining your girl if you’d like, there’s no shame in it,” he shrugged.

Gojo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cussed the black haired man under his breath. Geto brought his lips down to your ear, “as for you, you don’t get to come until you’re nothing but a brain less slut on my cock.”

With that, the man removed his fingers from your now fluttering hole, causing you to whine out in protest, tears pooling in your eyes as you felt the coil slowly subside.

Geto lifted you up with ease, placing you on your hands and knees with your face towards Gojo before filling you up immediately. His length reaching deep inside you making you let out a soundless scream. Geto started off rough, fucking into you like he had nothing for you but hatred.

His hips slammed bruisingly against your ass, cock bullying its way against your g spot with every merciless thrust. Your eyes rolled back as you let him flatten your cheek onto the cushion of the chair. Drool pooling near the side of your mouth as you were rocked back and forth at a speed that seemed humanly impossible.

Your head was foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips. “C’mon, you can do better than that. Let him know who’s making you feel this good,” Geto grunted.

“Y-you— fuck- you are, ahh,” you let out a loud cry, “you’re making me- nghh— making me feel this good. Can feel you so deep,” You whimpered, hesitantly looking towards your boyfriend’s direction to find him cock in hand, trying his hardest to match his fist to the rhythm of his friend’s thrusts.

Gojo groaned loudly when his eyes met yours, the sight of your fucked out face sending blood straight to his dick. Geto chuckled at the other male, gripping onto the curve of your waist as he continued to hammer into you, angling himself to hit all the right spots to drive you crazy.

You mewled as you arched your back, his cock practically pushing against the skin of your lower stomach with each movement of his hips. “There we go..” he cooed, watching as your face contorted into one of a pretty little slut who craved nothing but cock. His cock.

“See that? This is exactly what the bitch needs to look like. Like there’s nothing else in the world but your cock fucking into her, isn’t that right baby?” he groaned.

“Mhm!” you cried.

“Fucking hell- you’re so tight, feels like you’re gonna break me in half,” Geto grunted. And all you did was let out an incoherent babble in response, barely even registering his words as you were fucked into oblivion. Your eyes teary with nothing but pleasure.

Stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you neared your release, “S-suguru.. ‘m gonna cum, please let me cum. Wanna be your good girl ‘n cum on your cock,” you cried out in between broken mewls, eyes puffy as you tried to look back at him.

“You’re an even bigger slut than I thought, I hope your little boyfriend is taking notes on how to treat his slutty little girlfriend.” his voice was deep and raspy as he neared his own high. “Go ahead- fuck, look him in the eyes and cum for me.”

You let out a string of high pitched moans when he began to rub your clit, your brain fuzzy as glassy eyes looked towards Gojo. His mouth opened in pants and groans as he approached his orgasm with you. “Ngh— ahh. Gonna cum Suguru- ‘m a good girl right? P-please tell me ‘m a good girl,” you whined.

Geto’s eyes widened, his dick twitching at the pure desperation in your voice as you begged to be praised. He smirked, watching your ass recoil with each of his harsh thrusts. He hummed, “Such a good fucking girl for me, taking me so well.” His breathing getting heavier by the second, “Fuck, you’re my good girl baby.”

You let out a high pitched cry, “T-thank you, thank you, oh god ‘m cumming— nghh.” Eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s as your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over another man’s cock.

Gojo did not take long to follow after you, “Oh f-fuckk.” he groaned out as his body spasmed, fist halting around his reddened cock as his cum spilled onto his stomach in hot spurts.

Satisfied, Geto pulled you up by your hair, your back arched against his chest as he continued to fuck into you relentlessly. Pulling out another loud string of moans from your swollen lips. His head fell back, never slowing his pace as he reached closer and closer to his release.

He grunted, his breath hot on your ear when he let out a long groan. “Gonna cum in you baby— gonna fuck you full and make your boyfriend eat you out.” He whispered, his dark eyes meeting Gojo’s hungry ones.

“You’d love that won’t you baby?” you nodded with a shaky whine at his teasing coo, feeling his thrusts becoming hard and slow.

Geto let out a string of curses, stilling inside you and allowing his cum to fill your tight pussy to the brim. A glare on his face when Gojo opened his mouth to protest.

“That’s it. Take my cum deep. This is exactly how pretty little sluts like you need to be treated.” he coaxed, slowly pulling out of you for the milky substance to seep out your hole in spurts.

“Now, Satoru. Come clean her up.” his deep voice demanded. Sitting back with you on his thighs. His rough hands spreading your legs open towards your boyfriend.

Your folds glistened with your wetness, his cum slowly dripping out of you as you clenched around nothing. “Come on. You know you want to.”

Gojo stood up. Being stopped by Geto who grinned.

“Crawl.”

Gojo huffed lowly, getting down on his knees and crawling his way over to you. His tongue swiping over his lips before he found his head buried between your thighs. A soft whimper sounding from your throat at the light overstimulation to your sensitive clit.

Gojo licked up your folds, sucking both your sweetness and geto’s saltiness onto his tongue. You moaned loudly when he latched his mouth onto the small bud, his tongue swirling around it making a string of cries fill the room.

Geto watched in amusement as his friend devoured your sopping pussy. His long tongue dipping into your hole and curling into your painted walls. You let out a mewl, your head resting on Geto’s hard chest as your boyfriend used you as his meal.

“O-oh, S-Satoru baby,” you mewled, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging with every movement of his wet tongue. “F-fuck— so good.” you let out a broken cry when Gojo thrusted two of his slender fingers into you. Lewd squelching sounds echoing the walls as he fucked them into you.

Your pussy gushed onto his hand, the man’s skilled tongue unable to keep up with your leaking juices. Your eyes rolled back when he sucked on your clit once more, body shaking lightly at the sensitivity.

Geto smiled, kissing down your neck while running his thumb along your bottom lip. Slipping it inside and pressing it at the back of your tongue. He hummed, “Think we should feed his lil ego?” Your head tilting to the side to let him graze the skin of your neck with his teeth. “Make a mess on his tongue?”

You twisted and turned as your second orgasm washed over you. You were so sensitive, trying to squirm away but having your legs held tightly opened by Geto. “O-oh fuck— ahh, ‘s too much.”

Gojo moaned into you, his face becoming more drenched by the second as he feasted on your wetness. Hungrily lapping up everything you had to give. Your pussy squirting messily against the force of his fingers inside you.

“Look at that,” Geto teased, “Finally made your girlfriend squirt.”

Gojo kept on with his torture, loud whines and mewls falling past your lips as he became drunk on your pussy. His eyes closed and his mouth latched onto you tight. His face moving along with the movements of your hips trying to escape him.

“S-satoru— nngh- too much.” you sobbed, your legs twitching and your hips jerking as your back arched, your boyfriend getting back to almost painfully licking at your clit. “Satoru, ‘m too sensitive- fuck.” Gojo only looked up at you with half opened eyes, the only thing on his mind being how fucking good you tasted on his tongue.

Geto groaned, your teary face making his dick rock hard again. “Give him one more yeah? You can take it.”

Your second one did not take long to engulf you whole. Your legs trembling once more as you cried out loudly. Mewls of Gojo’s name falling from your tongue as your stomach tightened, pussy spilling even more onto his face. Gojo kept his face buried in you, tongue still making its final laps despite your constant whimpers.

“Okay now, that’s enough.” Geto laughed, peeling Gojo off of you by his hair. Your boyfriend letting out a groan as he tried to latch back onto you. “Gotta get our girl cleaned up now.”

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 54: The Farm

Summary: You adjust to your life on the MacTavish farm and learn some surprising things about yourself.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 8,237 words

Warnings: Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, A/B/O, alternate universe, angst, emotions, fluff, animals, you might fall in love with a fictional dog, slight language.

A/N: I love this chapter and I hope you will too!

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You’re trying to fight the tears as they sting your eyes, desperately trying to stop them from falling as you walk back towards the house. Lily steps aside, letting you enter before closing the door behind you.

“Aw, hen.” She coos, rubbing your back. “It’s okay tae cry.”

You can’t stop them. They would have fallen without the permission, but being allowed to cry only makes them fall faster. Lily wraps her arms around you, pulling you tight against her chest. Her hand strokes your hair as she coos softly at you, rocking you back and forth gently.

“Saying goodbye is always hard.” She says softly. “I damn near cry a river when Johnny-boy leaves. It’s hard when ye don’t know how long it’ll be until ye see them again. I’m sure ye know that well.”

“Yeah.” You sniffle. You don’t know when you’ll see Johnny or Simon again. If you’ll see them again. You shove that thought aside into the deep recesses of your mind. You have enough to cry about, you’re not going to entertain those kinds of thoughts right now.

Lily kisses the top of your head before pulling back, wiping your tears with her shirt sleeve. “There we go.” You sniffle, trying to stop the flood sliding down your cheeks. There’s a wet spot on her shirt, but she doesn’t seem to even notice. She gives you a soft smile, holding your face in her hands. “Ye remind me of my youngest girl. So sweet and soft and polite. All beta. Quite the opposite of the rest of her siblings. She’s in medical school now training tae be an omega specialist.”

A small smile tugs at your lips. It makes you think of Dr. Keller and how she’s doing with her new job, how things are going with Ashley. Maybe you’ll ask John if he knows when you see him again.

“I’m sure she’ll be great at it.” You say. “Takes a lot of patience to work with omegas sometimes.”

You think about how much patience Dr. Keller had for you at the beginning, while she worked on helping you through your trauma and unlearning what the institute taught you. It had taken a long time, but you’re here today because of her and everything she did for you.

“I had an omega specialist on base for a while.” You say. “I owe a lot to her for getting me through those first few months.”

“I’m so glad ye had someone tae support ye.” Lily says, petting your hair. The tears have slowed to almost none. “I’m sure it was a great help.”

“I don’t know if I would have made it without her.” You say quietly.

“I think you could have. There’s a strength to ye. A quiet strength. I can see it.” Lily says, squeezing you against her chest one more time. “Ye’d have tae have it putting up with those boys.”

You giggle, hugging her back for a moment before she releases you.

“Come on,” She says, patting your head. “I have someone I want ye tae meet.”

You tilt your head as she moves into the house, heading for the back door. You follow, unsure who else you have to meet besides maybe the sheep.

“Here,” She says, pulling out a pair of boots. “These should work until we can get ye a proper pair of Wellies in town.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You say, toeing out of your tennis shoes.

“Course we do.” She says, slipping on her own boots. Storm stands at the door, ready to run out as soon as its open. “Ye need a pair anyway.”

You don’t argue, following her out the door.

The back yard is spacious, a garden set up in one corner, and a veranda in the other with a barbecue. You can imagine sitting out there in the summer, eating a hot dog and watching the sun set over the green hills. Storm races around the yard, tail wagging, all excited.

“Still young at heart.” Lily says as she walks down the path towards the gate. There’s a barn off to the right in the distance, a dirt road leading between the pastures.

You can see why she insisted on the boots now as the ground gets muddy beyond the gate.

“Murray is over the hill with the sheep.” She says, pointing off to the right where a hill rises. “Spends most of his day out there.” She opens a gate to the left, passing through before holding it open for you. “I like to spend my time in here.”

Your boots squelch as you walk through the muddy grass towards a smaller barn.

“Ye ever lived on a farm before?” Lily asks as you approach what looks like a chicken coop.

“No,” you answer. “We always lived close to the base my dad was stationed at. We moved around too much to have animals.”

“He was in the service?” She asks.

You nod. “Marines. It was his entire personality.”

She chuckles. “Usually is.” She pauses in front of the coop. “These are my girls. I let them out early and collect eggs.”

There’s ten chickens that you can count roving around the coop. It’s decent sized, bigger than you would have imagined.

“I leave them in there so the hawks don’t get ‘em.” She says. “Now, who I wanted ye to meet,” She continues towards the barn, the grass getting more and more solid as you go.

You walk up a small hill to the barn, something standing beside it. Something large and brown.

“This here is my coo, Mabel.” Lily says, walking right up to the cow.

You nearly die of cuteness on the spot. Mabel is a highland cow, all thick hair and horns and perhaps the cutest cow you’ve ever seen.

“Ye can get close. She’s very sweet.” Lily says, patting Mabel on the side.

You step up to her, holding out a hand. “Hello Mabel.” You say, Mabel nosing at your hand for a moment. You pet her nose, feeling the coarse, thick hair draped over her face.

“She’s due for a haircut.” Lily says, brushing some of the hair to the side so Mabel can see better. “And she’ll start sheddin’ soon.”

“I love her.” You say, scratching Mabel between the horns.

“Yer welcome tae come out here whenever you’d like.” Lily says. “Mabel comes and goes out of her barn as she pleases. She’s good for some cuddles when you need some love.” Lily grins at you. “She’s a great listener too.”

You smile, continuing to pet Mabel.

You might just like living on a farm after all.

You had stayed with Mabel even after Lily had gone into the house to start on dinner. It wasn’t even lunch yet, but still she insisted on starting early for a proper Sunday roast. Lily had been right about Mabel being a good listener. She hadn’t minded you hugging her, leaning your weight against her body, petting her hair as you told her all of your woes and fears. Storm had stayed in the field with you, running around before settling in the grass with a stick.

Storm followed you back to the house around lunchtime, when you’d left Mabel with a pat and a promise to come back tomorrow. She hadn’t given much of a response, but somehow deep down you knew she understood.

“Will ye wipe her feet with the towel, hen?” Lily called from the kitchen when you entered with Storm.

“Yeah,” You say, spotting the towel hanging near the door. Storm stands dutifully, letting you wipe most of the mud off of her feet. She licks your face before heading for the kitchen, abandoning you for the prospect of food. You don’t mind. Your stomach is growling too.

“How many sandwiches would ye like, hen?” Lily asks, bringing a platter of chips and vegetables to the table.

“Just one.” You answer. She gives you a sideways glance. “I could probably eat two though.”

She smiles. “Two it is then. I won’t have ye going hungry here.”

You don’t doubt she means that.

“Murray’ll be in, in a bit.” She says, setting a plate of two sandwiches in front of you before taking the seat across from you. “He can make his own.”

“I could make my own too.” You suggest quietly.

“Nonsense.” Lily says, waving away the idea. “Yer a guest. I’m more’n happy tae feed ye.”

“Thank you, for doing all of this.” You say, taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Of course,” She says, grabbing a carrot off the platter. “John said ye were havin’ trouble bein’ on base. I wasnae gonna let ye live somewhere ye weren’t comfortable. Besides, I’ve been excited tae meet ye, get tae know ye.”

“I’ve been wanting to meet their families too.” You say. “I’ve met Kyle’s sister but that was it before now.”

“Aye, those Garricks are something special.” She says.

“They really are.” You grin. “Like perfect angels.”

“Indeed.” She says.

Silence falls over the table as you eat, Storm sitting by your side on the floor, staring longingly at your food. You’re tempted to ‘accidentally’ drop a piece but you’re not sure if that’ll be allowed so instead you try and look away, ignoring those big puppy eyes staring into your soul.

Murray comes in right before you finish eating, toeing off his boots at the door. His pants are splattered with mud, as is his shirt as he pulls off his jacket.

“Yers are in the kitchen.” Lily says, finishing off her own sandwich.

“Thank ye, love.” He kisses Lily’s cheek before heading into the kitchen.

“I hear ye like tae read.” Lily says, turning back to you.

You nod. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well help yerself to any of the books on the shelves. The kids have some books in their rooms too. Yer more’n welcome tae browse those too.” She says, standing from the table. She takes your plate, heading to the kitchen as Murray comes out with his own plate of sandwiches.

“Did ye have a good mornin’?” He asks, taking his seat at the head of the table.

You nod. “I got to see the chickens and met Mabel.”

“Good.” He smiles. “Mabel’s a sweet old girl.”

“She is. I’ve never been around animals, outside of a few petting zoos.” You say. “But I already like Mabel a lot.”

“Aye, we’ll turn ye into a farm girl in no time.” Murray grins. “Ye can see the sheep when I bring ‘em in later too.”

“I’d like that.” You say.

After lunch you settle into the couch with a book pulled off one of the many shelves in the room. Storm has joined you, curling up beside you with her head in your lap.

“That dog really likes ye.” Lily says as she joins you, pulling out her knitting.

You smile, petting Storm’s head. “I’m not sure why.”

“Dogs are good judges of character.” She says. “She senses something in ye.”

You scratch behind Storm’s ears as silence falls over the room again and you return to reading your book. You wonder if it’s really true, if Storm can sense something about you that’s drawing her in. Whatever it is, you’re glad she likes you. It could be the opposite, you suppose. She could dislike you. You wonder what that would say about your character if that were the case.

Regardless, you’re growing to find her presence comforting. The entire house is comforting, despite the turmoil you still feel inside. The farm is a good distraction, but in these moments of silence you know you’re going to struggle the most. These moments where you have to be present, you have to face down the truth that you’re hundreds of miles from your pack and there’s still a couple weeks before you’ll see them again...before you’ll see John again. It’ll be just you and John for a while. Then Kyle will join you. Then you’ll be three separated from the two others.

It breaks your heart that they won’t retire, but you’d never admit that.

Maybe someday they’ll make that decision, but you know it won’t be anytime soon.

You shift on the couch, Storm lifting her head before settling back down, adjusting herself so she’s even closer to you than she was before, almost as if she can sense the shift in your emotions.

You scan the photos on the wall in the hallway. You’ve been roving around waiting for dinner to be ready, taking in all of the artwork and the many photos decorating the walls. Photos of Johnny and his siblings as kids, family portraits, artistic shots of the farm and the animals and the kids with them. You’ve even found a framed photo of Storm and Bron on the wall.

You pass by a shadow box decorated with military medals and stripes. You’d almost assume it was Johnny’s but you know he’ll still wear his when the occasion requires. No, these are Murray’s. Chief Petty Officer MacTavish.

“You served?” You ask as the man himself rounds the corner.

He pauses, glancing at the box before nodding. “Aye. Royal Navy. Joined as soon as I graduated. Didnae know what else tae do with myself. I was forced to retire when Johnny was still a lad. Hip injury.” He smiles as he stares at the medals. “Moved the family out here, bought a few sheep, rest is history.”

“You must be proud of Johnny then.” You say. You can piece together that his father’s history with the armed forces played a role in his own decision to join.

“Aye. Though his job scares the piss out of me sometimes.” He pats your back. “I hear your own father served.”

You nod as the two of you walk down the hall. “Marines.” You say. “I can’t imagine him doing anything else. He was...very patriotic. Spent a lot of time preaching the necessity of giving our lives to protect the country to us kids. Two of my three older brothers joined too. The rest of us went on to do other things. I never thought I’d be back in it, though.”

“That must have been a shock.” Lily says as the two of you arrive at the table. She’s setting a pan of roast beef on the table. “I can only imagine what it was like tae leave that world only to be right back in it.”

“I was in deeper than I was with my dad.” You say, taking your seat. “It was an adjustment, but I’ll honestly say I’m glad I’m getting to leave it behind.”

“I don’t blame ye one bit.” She says, taking a seat at the table. “The stress is unimaginable, even when they’re not goin’ off tae war.” She passes a glance at Murray. “I’m glad yer gettin’ this chance.”

“Aye, I’m proud of John fer retiring. It’s time he settled down.” Murray says, staring to load his plate.

Roast beef, mashed potatoes, vegetables, yorkshire pudding. A proper Sunday roast, or so you’re told.

“You know him well?” You ask curiously as you start to load your own plate.

“Aye, he’s been here a few times since Johnny joined his pack.” Murray says.

“We were skeptical at first, but he proved himself alright.” Lily says. “He’s a good alpha, and a good man.”

“But whatever magic ye worked tae get him to retire…” Murray grins. “Consider it an act of god.”

You smile bashfully, your face warming just a bit. “I’m not sure what I did exactly, besides just existing in his life.”

“Sometimes that’s all a man needs.” Lily says, giving you a smile.

The Sunday roast is delicious. It’s better than what you ate at restaurants in town during the weekends that John insisted everyone go out for Sunday dinner. It’s even better than your own attempts at the cottage, though you’d never tell Dr. Keller that.

You’ll have to get some recipes from Lily before you leave.

After dinner the three of you settle in the living room again, Murray turning on the TV. Storm lays at your feet, Bron laying between you and Murray. You’ve got a beer in your hand, cold where it rests against your leg. Murray hadn’t even asked, instead passing one to you silently. You’d taken it, knowing it would be rude to refuse. It’s not your first time drinking by far. You and your brothers used to sneak sips here and there during barbecues and holidays, and the guys have made sure to corrupt you in that way.

Still, the alcohol makes you feel warm as you drink it, chasing away the nerves that nightfall brings.

A lot of things can happen at night, and you can feel the looming darkness outside. It’s darker here than on base, no light pollution to offer some respite from the inky blackness outside.

You’ve been avoiding looking at the windows, even with the curtains closed.

Despite the nagging fear at the back of your brain, the beer makes you feel warm and fuzzy. That, and Storm’s comforting presence against your feet. It’s nice knowing there’s someone that will sense something off before even you can.

It’s late by the time you decide to call it a night. Storm follows you to your room, standing in the doorway as you pull clothes out of your bag.

“C’mon Stormy.” Lily says, patting her back. “Goodnight, hen.”

“Goodnight.” You call, watching Storm hesitate before heading down the hallway with Lily.

You get ready for bed before turning out the light, crawling under the covers. You can still smell a bit of Johnny on the pillow and blankets. You breathe in his spicy, citrusy scent. It blends with the earthy scent of John on your shirt, offering up a comforting cocktail of your boys. You wish they were there still in person, but you’ll take their scents.

You wonder how long it will be until they fade away. You doubt they’ll last the entire time you’re here.

You grab your phone from the nightstand, pulling up John’s number. He had texted you earlier letting you know they made it safe, but you need to hear his voice. You listen to it ring, holding your breath. It’s late, and you half expect him to be in bed already. He has an early morning tomorrow, unless he decides to skip working out...you doubt he’ll do that though, now that he doesn’t have you to worry about.

“Hello, sweetheart.” His voice is rough, tired sounding.

“Hi,” you greet him quietly quietly, letting out a breath. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” There’s rustling on the other side of the line. “I was laying awake.”

“Same.” you say, pulling the covers up around you.

“How are things going up there?” He asks.

“Good.” you answer honestly. “I met a cow today.”

“Did you?” he chuckles. “How did that go?”

“Good. I really like her. She’s a good listener.” you listen to his chuckle on the other end. “Storm has also really taken to me.”

“Good,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Lily and Murray treating you alright?”

“Yeah,” you say, rolling onto your side. “They’re amazing. Lily’s a really good cook. Makes me feel sorry for you that you’re going to have to eat my cooking.”

“Your cooking isn’t that bad.” He says. “I survived on it at the cottage.”

“Yeah but that was only a couple times. I can make like three things confidently.”

“Then we’ll learn together. We’ll only have to survive until Kyle’s paperwork is approved. Then he can cook. It’ll be good for him, having something to do.”

What are you going to do? You want to ask it but you’re not sure how well that will go over. What is he going to do once he’s retired? Maybe you can convince him to start a farm. It would be good for him to have some physical work to do every day. He’s used to never having a day off, and you don’t get days off on a farm.

You’ll worry about that later, when the time actually comes.

“How are things down there?” You ask. “How are the boys.”

“Coping.” He says. “Johnny pouted the entire way home. It’s not the same being just us again. We got so used to your presence it feels empty.”

A small smile forms on your lips. “It feels weird not having you here with me. I’m not sure I can survive.”

“I think we can make it.” He says. “It’s only for a couple weeks at most. By the end you’ll be sad to leave.”

“I do like it here.” You muse. “It’s cozy and comfortable and I like having animals around. Wish you were here though.”

“Soon.” He says, muffling a yawn.

“You should get some sleep. Early morning tomorrow, right?”

He hums. “Earlier than I’d like.”

“Ready to retire?” You ask.

“I can feel it coming.” He says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “You should get some rest too. I know you didn’t sleep well last night.”

You likely won’t sleep well tonight either, but you won’t tell him that. You don’t want him to worry more than he already is. “I never sleep well the first night in a new place.”

He hums again. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, John.” You say quietly, holding the phone to your ear until he ends the call.

You stare at the screen for a moment before setting your phone on the nightstand once more. You feel more comfortable now after hearing John’s voice. It’s soothed some of the nerves churning in your stomach. He’s just a phone call away, and soon he’ll be back within reach. Just a couple weeks at most. You should be able to survive that.

You hope you will.

You do manage to sleep.

There’s light coming through the curtains when you wake, and you can hear the faint clacking of dishes down the hall. You squint blearily at your phone. It’s past nine. You’ve slept in later than you meant to. They’re early risers, being on a farm and all. You realized that yesterday when you heard them moving around before dawn.

Here you’ve gone and slept in.

You get up, changing clothes before heading to the bathroom.

Lily’s in the kitchen when you get up, still a bit bleary from a rough night’s sleep.

“Morning, hen.” She says, turning from the dishes when she hears you patter in.

“Sorry, I slept in.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

“None of that now, yer a guest. Ye can sleep in as late as ye’d like.” She says, waving her hand. “I’ve saved some breakfast for ye. Let me heat it up.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You say.

“Of course I do. I want to.” She says, pushing you out of the kitchen. “Juice or coffee?”

“Juice is fine.” You say, taking a seat at the table. Storm comes over to you, pawing at your hand. You give her some pets, scratching behind her ear.

“Here ye are.” Lily says, bringing you a plate loaded with eggs and sausage and toast. She sets it down in front of you along with a glass of orange juice. It’s probably freshly squeezed.

“Thank you. It looks delicious.” You say, picking up your fork.

It tastes delicious too. You never knew a simple eggs and sausage and toast could taste so good. Lily must work magic in the kitchen. That can be the only explanation for how wonderful she can make even the simplest food taste.

You slip on your borrowed boots after you finish eating, following Lily out into the yard again. Storm trots along beside you, tongue hanging out in excitement.

“Ye ever driven an ATV before?” Lily asks you, and you notice one parked next to the gate just past the fence. You hadn’t noticed it yesterday.

You shake your head. “No.”

She pats your shoulder. “I’ll teach ye soon. I’m gonnae go grab some hay from the barn for Mabel. Ye go on ahead and start givin’ her a good brushin’.”

Lily opens the gate to the pasture where the barn sits before climbing on the ATV. You open the other gate to Mabel’s pasture, Storm running through as soon as its open. You leave it open, passing the chickens on your hike up the small hill to where Mabel stands, looking like she has no care in the world.

Her brush hangs in her small barn and you grab it off the wall. Her hair is thick and coarse, the brush catching on a few tangles. You’re careful not to pull too hard, working the knots out gently.

Lily arrives on the ATV, towing a small trailer behind it stacked with bales of hay.

“Come and help me unload this, hen.” She says, climbing off the ATV.

You shove the brush into your back pocket, treading through the grass to the stack of hay bales. Lily tosses you a pair of gloves, something you’re grateful for as soon as you put your hands on the hay. It pokes at you, a few pieces even sticking you through the gloves.

It’s also heavy.

Your arms shake as you lift one of the bales, just managing to get it up off the stack. You heft it the few feet to the barn, stacking it on top of the others. Lily lifts the next bale, making it seem almost easy.

“They’re heavy.” You say, letting out a breath as you return to grab the next one.

“Aye.” Lily says with a grin. “We’ve got tae get yer muscles built up. Turn ye into a proper farm girl in no time.”

You’re out of breath by the time the last bale has been stacked, a few small scratches on your arms where you’d pushed up the sleeves of your sweatshirt to avoid getting hay in the fabric. Somehow you’ve still managed, feeling the small pokes even through your jeans.

“Keep workin’ on Mabel, I’m gonnae take the trailer back.” Lily says.

Your arms feel like jelly as you grab the brush out of your pocket again, returning to brushing Mabel’s back. You knew you were out of shape compared to what you once were, but you think even if you weren’t that would have been a struggle. Farm work is hard and you’ve barely had a taste of it. It speaks volumes of just how strong Johnny’s parents are that they can do this every day.

Lily returns, walking up the hill to where you are. “We refill her ‘bout once a week.” She says, patting Mabel’s nose. “Can’t keep all of it here, or she’ll eat it all.”

You grin, Mabel’s head tilting as you brush a spot on the side of her neck. You’re getting covered in cow hair, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“She’ll be sheddin’ her winter coat soon.” Lily says running her fingers through Mabel’s hair, picking out a few chunks. “Things get very hairy up here.”

You laugh, brushing under Mabel’s chin as she tilts her head up for you. “I can imagine.”

“I’m gonnae go find Murray, ye stay out here as long as ye like.” She says, patting your shoulder before heading back down to the ATV.

Storm stays in the pasture with you again, happily laying in the grass while you finish up brushing Mabel.

You lean against her side, resting your head on her back. “We’ll be okay, right?” You ask, not expecting an answer, and you don’t get one aside from a loud cluck from a chicken.

You head back into the house, Storm following you. You toe off your boots at the door, wiping down Storm’s feet before heading into the living room. You pick up the book you had been reading from the coffee table, settling on the couch. Storm jumps up beside you, sitting there staring expectantly.

You stare back, tilting your head. “What?”

She puts a paw on your leg, sniffing your cheek.

“Oh alright.” You put your book to the side before scratching her neck. She leans into you, licking your arm as you scratch her. “You’re so soft.” You say, hugging her against your chest as you scratch down her back. “Must have gotten a bath recently, huh?”

You kiss her head before releasing her, going back to your book. She curls up next to you, leaning against your leg. You drop a hand to rest against her back, feeling her comforting warmth against you.

The days go by and you settle into a bit of a routine on the farm. You start to wake up earlier and earlier, adjusting to hearing Lily and Murray up and moving around early in the morning. You’re still not sleeping well, but you are managing to get some sleep at night.

John’s called every day, wanting to know how you’re doing, how you’re settling in. It gets easier and easier to tell him you’re doing alright, as you start to believe it. But no matter how comfortable you get in Lily and Murray’s home, there’s still a deep ache in your chest, a yearning for your pack, for your alpha.

You thought it might be weird being around an unknown alpha, but Murray has been careful to keep himself from being overbearing and overwhelming. Sometimes you forget he’s an alpha, but his strong scent reminds you every time you smell it. He’s not like any alpha you’ve been around before, but then again, you think he has Lily to thank for that.

You don’t know many alphas that chose to take beta mates over omegas. It was so unheard of in your circle of friends and family friends growing up. Your father surrounded himself with like-minded alphas, traditionalists that prided themselves on scoring a prize omega who could give them pups.

You suppose John had taken a beta as his mate, but you know that dynamic is different, and it became even more complex once you were added into the picture. Maybe John would have wound up more like Murray had it just been him and Kyle in the long run.

A beta’s soothing presence is enough to calm and alpha’s instincts over time. It probably helps that he’s older, those instincts less strong now than they would have been likely just a few years ago. You know alphas calm over time, those instincts settling as they get older, as they settle down.

You wonder how long it will take John’s instincts to start settling now that he’s retiring out of a high-stress job.

You’ve taken to being on the farm and helping out more and more. Mabel has become your lifeline, your stand-in therapist. It’s a bit healing, laying against her side, telling her how much you miss your pack, how nervous you are about this new chapter in your life, how fast things seem to be moving. You’ve only been with your pack for just over a year now and already so many things have happened, so many things have changed. She may not be able to offer much in terms of conversation or advice, but it’s still comforting to have someone there who can listen and not judge.

You’ve even come to know the chickens a bit, gathering eggs a couple times when you’ve gotten up early enough to beat Lily to it. You’ve had your fingers pecked more than a few times, but you’re growing fearless around them, shoving the broody ones to the side to grab their eggs.

A week goes by before you know it, settling into the clock-like rotation of life on a farm. It’s comforting to have a schedule, to always have something to do. It reminds you of being on base, of conforming to the guys’ schedules. You prefer this kind of schedule and work, though.

Maybe you can talk John into a farm. It would be good for him, help him settle into civilian life where you don’t have someone telling you what to do...or where you’re not the someone telling others what to do.

You wake early on Sunday, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you lay in bed for a moment. It’s early, but still you hear Lily and Murray moving around. You feel like dragging your feet this morning, but you don’t, sliding out of bed before grabbing clothes.

“Morning Stormy.” You say, greeting the dog laying at your door. She’s taken up vigil in the mornings, laying there waiting for you to get up.

You pat her head before stepping over her, heading for the bathroom. Lily had done some washing for you, despite your insistence that you could do it yourself. She was keen to do as much for you as possible. She said she misses being able to mother someone. Murray won’t let her. He’s stubborn like that.

You head for the kitchen, Lily already up with breakfast at the table.

“Mornin’ hen.” She greets you, pouring coffee into a mug. Murray is at the table as well, sipping his own cup.

“Morning.” You say, taking your seat and the offered mug. “You’re up early.”

“It’s Sunday. We’re goin’ tae Mass today.” Lily explains.

You hadn’t really thought much about it, though you should have guessed given the candles and the crucifix on the wall that they were religious. The idea of Johnny being raised Catholic is hard for you to grasp.

“Did ye go to church growin’ up?” Murray asks you as Lily sets a plate of food in front of you.

“Not really.” You say. “Mostly just Christmas and Easter.” As patriotic as your father was, he didn’t pay much mind to religion. Sundays were for beer and football and a good dinner.

“We try tae go every Sunday.” Lily says. “Though we don’t always make it.”

Like last Sunday, you think. They had been busy with helping you get settled in.

“Gives us an excuse tae go into town.” Murray says.

“We’ll do some shoppin’ while we’re there.” Lily says. “Get ye anythin’ ye might need too.”

You’re not sure what you might need. You thought you had brought enough to last you the couple weeks, though something tells you Lily is going to find something you need. She had said something about getting you a proper pair of boots. You wonder what else she might decide you need.

Church went well, although you had no idea what a Catholic Mass was like, nor what you were supposed to do, but you followed along well enough. Shopping afterward had gone as you expected. You got your new pair of boots, strawberry printed, and Lily had decided you needed a couple new pairs of jeans. It was true yours were starting to show the wear and tear of farm life, and they weren’t proper work jeans, according to her. You weren’t sure what that meant, but she hadn’t listened to your protests, buying you the pants anyway.

It was a nice, warm day so Lily had taken you out to her garden to help her set up for the spring plants she’d grow. You pulled weeds, harvested some of the last winter vegetables, dug holes, played in the dirt. It felt good doing something with your hands. It gave you purpose, something you haven’t felt in a while.

Sure, being an omega you had your purpose, but lately it had been a bit...mundane. You had been forced into the box of ‘sit there and look pretty and offer us some comfort,’ even if they hadn’t realized they were doing it. You hadn’t even really noticed it until now, until you got some space from it. Now that you were actually doing things, now that you had a true purpose, helping out on the farm, you realized just how deep you had been shoved into that box.

Maybe coming here was a good thing after all.

That night you cry for the first time. You’re not sure why. Maybe the dirt under your fingernails had awoken something in you, some deep crevasse of your emotions opening under your feet.

It’s a silent cry in the darkness, the moon bright through the curtains, bathing your room with more light than even your nightlight. You’d just hung up the call from John and suddenly tears are falling down your cheeks. You miss him. You miss them all. You’re terrified for Simon and Johnny, you’re yearning for your alpha, for your comfort. You want the bed to dip behind you, for his arms to slide around you and hold you close. You want his scent to wrap around you and permeate your being.

You’re homesick.

The magic of the first week has worn off and now you’re feeling the complex emotions that have been brewing under the surface. There’s a deep ache in your chest, harsh and painful. You curl up tight in a ball, trying to ease the pain of missing home, of missing your alpha.

You drift off into a hazy sleep, floating in and out all night until you finally manage to slip into a deep sleep for a couple of hours early in the morning.

You wake later than you would have wanted to, and for a moment you forget where you are. There’s a warm weight against your back, and for a moment you think you’re back in the barracks, that John is sleeping behind you, pressed up against your back.

But as you wake up, you remember where you are: hundreds of miles away from the barracks and John.

The sun is up, shining its golden light through your window. You turn as best you can, the heavy weight pinning the blankets down over you.

You’re met with black and white fur. Storm has somehow snuck her way into your room and curled up on the bed with you. Tears prick your eyes as you turn to face her, running a hand down her back. She lets out a sigh, shifting her body onto her side so her head rests on your pillow.

“Hi Storm.” You whisper, burying your face in her fur.

She lays there, breathing steady and even as you try not to cry, as you fight the emotions welling up inside of you again. Storm licks your hand, dragging her soft tongue against your skin, almost like she’s trying to lick up your sadness.

“Okay, okay,” You sniffle, pulling your hand away. You lay there for a moment longer, both of you still in the quiet morning. Lily must be out gathering eggs or taking care of Mabel. You don’t feel bad for sleeping in this time.

Storm climbs down off the bed as you sit up, stretching your arms over your head. You grab a change of clothes before heading for the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Storm is waiting in the hallway for you and the two of you walk together towards the kitchen. Lily is sitting at the table, reading a magazine.

“Mornin’, hen.” She greets you before looking down at Storm. “Mornin’ ye sneak. Sorry if she disturbed ye. I tried to get her back out.”

You shake your head. “She didn’t disturb me. I didn’t even know she was there.”

Lily hums, patting Storm’s head. “Ye must have needed her, then.”

Tears start to prick behind your eyes, those emotions that you thought you had shoved down starting to come back to the surface. You know Lily won’t judge you for crying, for being homesick, but still that fear of showing too many emotions starts to overwhelm you.

“It’s alright, hen.” Lily says, on her feet before you even know it, pulling you into a hug. “Homesick, huh.”

It’s not a question.

“I understand.” She says softly, patting your head as you struggle to hold those emotions down. “I would be too.”

Her hands rub your back, her scent strong in the air as she tries to help comfort you. You both know it won’t be enough, but still the thought of it is sweet. She’s doing her best to try and make this easy for you, to try and help you through the inevitable breakdown of missing your pack and your alpha. From what John has said, it won’t be long before he’s finally free of the shackles of the military. A few more days at most before he’ll be making the final drive up here to retrieve you, and you’ll move on to whatever is waiting for you on the other side.

It makes you sad to leave too, though. You’ve grown comfortable on the farm, adjusting to life here and its routine and stability. It’s kept you more active than anything, and you’re going to miss having an excuse to do more than read and sleep all day. Of course, taking care of a house will involve a lot more, but you know there’s only so much you can do even in that regard.

You want to feel useful.

You don’t cry as much as you thought you might. Your thoughts have kept you stable, ideas forming, plans putting themselves together. You lean against Lily’s chest, arms wrapped around her. You’ll be forever grateful for everything she’s done for you, even if she doesn’t realize she’s done it.

You pull away, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Thank you.” You say.

Lily gives you a soft smile, petting your hair. “Of course, hen. Ye know I’m always here if you need a hug.”

You laugh, sniffling. “You give good hugs.”

“I’ve been told that.” She pats the top of your head. “Now, let’s get some food in ye.”

Storm sleeps in your room from then on. You’re not sure Lily could change her mind even if she tried. She’s on the bed as soon as you open the door to Johnny’s room, making herself at home. You’re silently grateful for her comforting presence, often waking cuddling her up on your pillow.

You’ve become inseparable, unless Lily is in the kitchen, then she betrays you for the prospect of any handouts. You don’t blame her one bit. You’d be in there begging too if Lily didn’t involve you as much as she has started doing. You had asked for recipes, so Lily had taken that as her excuse to start mentoring you in the kitchen, teaching you everything she knows.

You’ve been kept busy, and you’re grateful for it.

Storm follows you around as you do your chores, self-appointed chores. You fetch more hay for Mabel as she’s running low, give her a good brush to help loosen some of her shedding fur, feed the chickens and gather the eggs, pick a few of the last winter vegetables that have ripened before helping Lily make lunch.

You even get to hold a baby lamb.

You fall in love almost instantly.

Another animal to add to your list of animals to convince John to get for you.

Your last day on the farm comes with an unexpected morning phone call. Usually John called at night, but this time catches you by surprise at the breakfast table. You got up to answer, Storm following you down the hall as you speak to John.

“Hello?”

“Hello, sweetheart.” John says. “I have good news.”

You already know what he’s going to say. “Oh?”

“My paperwork was finalized this morning. I’ll be coming up tomorrow to get you.”

Nerves and excitement boil in your stomach. You’re excited that it’s finally happened, that he’s finally free and you’ll get to see him in just a few hours. At the same time you’re nervous for what this means, for this start of the new chapter. There’s also a bittersweet edge to it, from the thought of leaving the farm after the wonderful almost two weeks you’ve spent here.

“That’s great!” You say, trying to sound convincing, channeling that inner excitement.

“I’ll call before I leave so you know when to expect me.” He says, sounding almost relieved.

“Sounds good.” You say, leaning down to pet Storm as she paws at you. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I know. It’s been long enough.” He says. “I have to get packing, but I’ll talk to you tonight, okay?”

You nod even though he can’t see you. “Okay.”

“Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too.”

You walk back to the table, your stomach in knots. Excitement and nerves still race through you. You’re not quite sure what to feel yet, all of it a bit too much at once.

“Everything alright?” Murray asks.

You nod. “John’s paperwork finally went through. He’ll be here tomorrow.”

Lily cheers. “That’s wonderful news! I’m sure yer goin’ tae be happy to see him.”

You nod again. “I am. I’ve missed him.”

“I bet.” She says reaching over to pat your hand.

“But I’m going to be sad to leave too.” You say. “I’ve really enjoyed being here.”

“And we’ve enjoyed havin’ ye.” Murray says.

“Ye can always visit, whenever ye want to.” Lily says, giving you a smile. “Yer always welcome here.”

“Thank you.” You say, trying to avoid looking down at Storm and her puppy eyes. You have a feeling she’ll be the hardest to say goodbye to.

You do your chores the next morning despite the fact John will arrive in a few hours. It just feels right to spend your last day on the farm doing as much as you can, savoring your last taste of farm life. You’ll miss Mabel, and you’ll even miss the chickens despite the few little cuts on your hands from sharp beaks. You’ll miss having stuff to do. Sure, you’re going to settle into your new life easier than John will, but at the same time, you’re going to withdraw from this routine you’ve grown to follow.

You spend the time after lunch cuddling with Storm on the couch. She seems sadder than usual, almost as if she knows this is going to be goodbye for now. Even Bron is at your feet, curled in a ball as you all wait for the sound of tires on the gravel driveway. Your bags are packed and by the door, including your Wellies, ready to be taken away from this surrogate home, from your surrogate family. Well, they are your family, you suppose. An extension of your pack member.

You’re not ready to get up as the sound of tires eventually does come, Murray rising from his seat to greet John at the door. You let out a sigh, patting Storm one more time before standing.

It feels almost surreal seeing John again after nearly two weeks away. He greets you with open arms and a smile, not even waiting for anything to be said. You’re in his arms almost as fast as he opened them, pressing yourself close against his chest. You’ve been without him for longer, but this time it felt different. You were hanging over the precipice of a drastic change. His arrival has been the first step in that change, the start of a new chapter in both of your lives.

“I trust you’ve been well taken care of.” He says as you pull away.

“Very well.” You say, smiling.

“And ye better keep that up.” Lily says threateningly.

“Don’t worry, I will.” He says, giving her a hug. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s no problem. We’re always happy to have some company.” She says.

“Ye can visit us any time ye like.” Murray says, shaking John’s hand.

John grabs your bags, the four of you heading outside with the dogs. You hug Lily, tears falling as you say your goodbye.

“Call me.” She says, patting your back. “For anything, even just tae chat. And don’t forget to visit.”

“Thank you.” You say, wiping your cheeks. “For everything.”

“Yer welcome, hen.” She says, brushing a hand over your head.

“Thank you, too.” You say to Murray, giving him a hug as well.

“Of course.” He says, patting your back. “It was our pleasure.”

You kneel down in the gravel, giving Storm a hug. She licks your cheek, letting out a quiet whine. “I’ll see you again soon, okay?”

She gives you one last lick before you stand, giving Bron some pats before you turn away, heading towards the car. Sadness but also joy fills you as you climb into the passenger seat, buckling your seat belt. You turn to look behind you, the car full of boxes, but in the seat behind John your big bear sits, buckled in.

You smile softly as John climbs into the driver’s seat, turning to look at you before he turns on the car.

“Ready?” He asks.

You nod. “Ready.”

He turns the key, the car rumbling to life beneath you. They wave as you drive down the driveway, and you watch the house until it disappears around the bend. You turn back in your seat, letting out a sigh as John turns onto the road towards Glasgow.

“Can we get a dog? And some chickens? And a cow? And some sheep?” you ask.

John chuckles. “Let’s find a place to live, first. Then we’ll talk about that.”

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reclaiming tranquility || Spencer Reid

pairing → Spencer Reid x Reader

summary → When Spencer returns home from a brutal case with his mind anxious and too loud, you have the perfect solution to help your pretty boy out, making him forget his own name in the process.

warnings → smut (18+ only), pegging, rough sex, afab!reader, sub!Spencer, dom!reader, established relationship, sweet and soft aftercare, no descriptions or pronouns used for the reader, no y/n used

author's note → Y‘know, what can I say? I’m a firm believer in men 👏 getting 👏 pegged 👏 Also, this got a lot rougher than I first planned, oopsie. Inspired by the prompt “Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” from this list. Let me know what you think about this fic 😉

word count → 2.5k

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“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere,” you coo, your fingers lovingly brushing through his long brown locks that stick to his forehead and face, damp with sweat and drool. It’s the same with the pillow he had pressed his face into, muffling all the beautiful noises tumbling from his kiss-swollen lips.

Spencer nods a little dumbly at your words, too far gone in the pleasure you so readily granted him to have even a single thought left behind those big brown eyes of his that are struggling to focus on you kneeling behind him. His back is arched beautifully for you despite his arms having given out on him some time ago, your hips flush with his and—for the moment—staying completely still.

You hear him whine quietly before he presses himself back against you, desperate for any kind of stimulation you so cruelly and abruptly deprived him of. You chuckle in amusement, letting him get away with it for a few more moments. You watch him push himself up again on his underarms, his hips jerkily rocking back and forth to move the big toy attached to your strap-on in and out of his abused pink hole, doing a poor imitation of the rough pace you just fucked him with.

Suddenly and without warning, your fingers in his hair tighten painfully and yank his head back while your hips slam against his in a single brutal thrust, making Spencer cry out hoarsely and tremble against you. The hand in his hair and the one leaving bruises on his hips hold him in this position for just a few more seconds before you slowly relax your hold on him. Spencer all but collapses forward, hot tears now joining the mess he has made on the pillow already, and you lean over him, pressing yourself impossibly closer while bringing your lips to his ear.

“I’m supposed to be fucking you, remember?” you chide him without much heat behind your words, one hand tenderly trailing up and down the side of his upper body, raising goosebumps in its wake, the other one placed by his shoulder to hold yourself up.

“’m sorry, ‘m sorry.” His words are slurred, and he hides his face in the pillow again, whining helplessly when you shift behind him again to press a kiss to his flushed cheek.

“Oh, I know, I know pretty boy,” you soothe him, leaving another kiss on his spine, right between his shoulder blades before straightening up again. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Just behave and let me take care of you, can you do that for me?”

Spencer chokes on a sob but with a trembling breath his body relaxes, letting himself sink further into the mattress of your shared bed.

“Please—I’ll be good for you.”

“I know you will, my clever boy.”

You gently start to move your hips again, slowly pulling the silicone toy out almost all of the way before deliberately pressing it back into him again, making sure he feels every delicious inch of it before repeating your movements, your pace gradually becoming faster and rougher once more. A relieved sigh falls from Spencer’s lips that makes you smile in sympathy, arousal and affection settling heavy and warm in your stomach, only fueling the need to take care of your boy and make him feel good, make him forget all the things that haunt his beautiful mind even just for a little while.

The case Spencer and his team came back from this evening had been brutal, you saw it in the way he carried himself when he opened the door to your shared apartment, in the way the dark circles under his eyes were so much more noticeable than on other days, hiding his shaking hands from you inside his pockets. You rushed to meet him at the door when he entered the living room, gently cupping his face in your hand, pressing sweet kisses to his lips, his cheeks, the corners of his eyes before you just held him in your arms, letting him all but melt against you.

Neither of you said anything for a long while, Spencer’s face hiding in the crook of your neck as you rubbed a comforting hand up and down the length of his spine, only stopping when you eventually felt him stir against you. The moment his eyes met yours you knew exactly what he wanted—what he needed—and with a small, trembling voice he asked you for exactly that. To take control, make his mind go quiet, make him forget everything but your name falling from his lips like a desperate prayer.

Spencer’s breathy moans and whines get louder and louder with every hard thrust of yours, his sounds joining the thumping of the headboard hitting the wall and the obscene slap of skin against naked skin in a single filthy symphony that you could get addicted to. With each rough movement the base of the toy presses deliciously against your center, sending sparks down your spine and tightening the coil building low in your belly but you ignore it. Because this isn’t about you, it’s entirely about Spencer and his pleasure so while keeping the punishing pace you set, one of your hands trails along your boyfriend’s shaking thigh before wrapping your fingers around his erection, starting to stroke him in time with your thrusts.

You’re rewarded with a full-body shiver and a choked moan from Spencer who is meeting your movements insistently, frantically, and with a wicked grin pulling at your lips you wonder exactly how long your genius will be sore from this brutal fucking. But this is what he asked you for and you know that he loves every minute of it—if his desperate babbling is anything to go by.

“Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you—fuck—please, ah, don’t stop. I’m so close—!”

Stopping is the last thing on your mind even though your body started protesting a while ago, your muscles growing sore and exhausted, but you fight through the discomfort, your only goal to push Spencer over the edge and make him come undone.

Without slowing down at all you adjust the angle of your thrusts, the slight change having an immediate effect on Spencer. A surprised gasp of your name leaves his lips as his eyes fly open, and with only one, two, three more hard thrusts his body suddenly goes rigid when his orgasm hits him hard, his whole body trembling in your hold, ripping a hoarse cry of pleasure from his throat. Unrelenting, you fuck him through it, his hot and sticky cum painting your fingers but you’re still stroking his cock, still slamming into him until his trembling voice begs you to stop, it’s so much, too much, please, please, I can’t—!

And you do, slowing your movements until you’re carefully pulling the toy out of him, his poor pink hole clenching around nothing. You press a kiss to his lower back before guiding him to lie down, goosebumps rolling in waves over his sweaty and flushed skin, his chest still heaving. You can see that Spencer is overstimulated and completely spent, tears still clinging to his long lashes and his beautiful brown eyes unseeing, his gaze simply passing through you when you get up from the bed to step out of the harness with unsteady legs. You take a moment to catch your breath, keeping an eye on your motionless boyfriend lying loose-limbed and gorgeous on your shared bed, his hair fanned around his head like a tousled halo. You know that it takes him a while to come down from such an intense experience, know that he sometimes doesn’t like to be touched as well so you simply sit down next to him, the mattress dipping under your weight, but he doesn’t react to it.

“How are you feeling, Spence?”

You keep your voice soft and low, watching him attentively. It takes him a few lazy blinks until his eyes focus and find you, but when they do, they’re oh so gentle and adoring, his whole face lighting up, a contented smile on his pretty lips.

He reaches for you and with an amused huff you let him wrap his arms around your waist, pulling him closer until his head is resting comfortably on your lap. A surprised yelp escapes you when he hides his face in your stomach, his warm breath tickling your naked skin. He’s quick to apologize with a loving kiss to the softness of your belly that tickles just as much, but you don’t mind.

“Thank you, baby,” you giggle fondly, affectionately carding your fingers through his sweaty hair. A contented sigh escapes him and he snuggles closer to you, his weight heavy and warm and perfect against you.

You don’t disturb the quiet calmness of your bedroom for a long while, simply letting Spencer relax against you while you pet his soft hair to your heart’s content. When he eventually shifts, adjusting his position on top of you to get even more comfortable, you speak up again, your voice gentle yet searching.

“Feeling good? That was pretty intense, hm?”

You feel him nodding against your skin more than you see it and before you have to remind him to use his words with you, his sweet, hushed voice reaches your ears.

“It was amazing. You’re amazing. Thank you.”

Spencer tilts his head to look up at you, the love and trust you find in his beautiful hazel eyes are nothing unfamiliar or unexpected, but it still steals your breath away momentarily, the warm feeling swirling in your chest whenever you’re close to him only intensifying.

“You don’t have to thank me, Spence,” you tell him earnestly, “You know I love taking care of you, in whatever way.” You shoot him a playful wink that has him hiding his face in your stomach again, but you feel the smile on his lips on your skin—and the big yawn that immediately follows.

You slowly try to peel away from him then, but Spencer is stubborn, holding onto you with surprising strength for someone who just got their insides rearranged, whining pitifully in protest but you’re strong enough to ignore him and slip out of his grasp. Pointedly, you turn your back towards him because the sleepy and pleading puppy dog eyes that are undoubtedly following your every move now will make you succumb to his every wish and whim if you let your boyfriend lock eyes with you.

“I’m sorry Spence, but I’m not letting you fall asleep like that. You know that.”

He huffs indignantly (like the little brat that he can be) but lets you collect the soft towel from your bed that protected your sheets so you can throw it into the hamper in the corner of the bedroom. You grab your harness and toy to clean tomorrow and pad into the bathroom, quickly washing yourself before preparing two warm, damp cloths to bring them back to Spencer. He doesn’t protest when you hold his jaw and clean his face with one of them, gently wiping sweat and dried tears from his soft skin. You run the other cloth down the rest of his body, cleaning the sticky mess between his long legs, mindful of how sensitive he still is.

When you’re done you press a kiss to the tip of his cute nose and hand him a bottle of water he gratefully accepts. You tidy up the bedroom for a few more minutes before Spencer whines for you to finally come back to bed with him and really, who are you to deny your beautiful and sleepy boyfriend such a request?

So you quickly join Spencer under the covers he holds up for you, wrapping your arms around him and guiding him to lie down with you, his head resting on your chest. He sighs happily when you place an affectionate kiss on his hairline before raising his head just enough to meet your lips for some lazy and sickly-sweet kisses that stir the soft tickle of butterfly wings in your belly into a flurry.

“You were so good for me, Spence,” you whisper against his lips, delighted and only slightly smug about the shiver you feel running down his spine. “I’m so proud of you.”

With a soft whine, he hides his face in the crook of your neck like you knew he would and you chuckle, contented to simply trace random patterns on the expanse of his back for the next few minutes. You pause when you feel one of his hands lightly trail down your body, long and nimble fingers brushing over your stomach and settling between your thighs. But before Spencer can reach your core you wrap your fingers around his wrist and gently tug his hand away, bringing it up to your lips and kissing his palm soothingly.

“You’re so considerate, Spence, thank you,” you smile down at him when his questioning eyes find yours, your thumb rubbing over his knuckles and the back of his hand. “But that can wait until tomorrow, okay? Right now the only thing I want is to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

He holds your gaze for a few seconds longer before a tired smile tugs at his lips.

“Okay. Love you,” he simply says, yawning as he curls into your side even more.

“Love you more,” you reply softly, reaching over to turn off the lamp on your bedside table. Into the peaceful darkness of your bedroom, you whisper sweetly, “Goodnight, Spence”, but he doesn’t respond, already snoring away softly.

You press a final loving kiss to Spencer’s hair before letting yourself be embraced by the inviting arms of sleep yourself.

When you come to the next morning, a single beam of warm sunlight is streaming through a gap in the heavy curtains, little particles of dust dancing in it. Blearily, you rub your eyes, your tired mind taking a lot longer to wake up and catch up with your already very awake, very excited body.

Pleasure is tingling under your skin like an electric current, heat pooling low in your belly and you gasp in surprise when the sensation of someone sucking on your clit hits you hard.

Your hands fly to your boyfriend’s head buried between your thighs under the covers, fingers grabbing onto his brown curls, unsure if you want to push him away or press his face closer to your swollen and already dripping pussy.

Spencer takes that decision away from you when he pulls away just enough to grin up at you with complete and utter self-satisfaction, his lips and chin already shining with your wetness.

“Good morning, angel,” he simply says before diving back into your cunt, his talented tongue greedily tasting you, driving you absolutely crazy in the process.

Definitely a wonderful way to be woken up you decide as Spencer pushes two of his long and skillful fingers inside and immediately curls them just right, ripping a moan from your throat and making your back arch off the mattress.

Good morning indeed.

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[klausysworld]

Hi!!! I love your work sm and I love how you capture Klaus!

I was wondering if you could do a smut where reader is sitting on Klaus’s lap and hes just fingering her and reader is begging him to stop because she feels like she’s about to squirt but he’s just encouraging her to let it out 🫶 it’s okay if you can’t!!

Just a Warm Up

Klaus hummed faintly, a smirk of amusement on his face as he curled his fingers for the thousandth time.

Y/N has been sobbing for over an hour, her body shaking like a leaf when he halted his movements before she could cum again.

"No..." She cried, her throat raw and strained. "Nik, please!" She begged, her entire body sticking to his clothes.

"Shh, sh." He hushed her, the smirk on his mouth obvious without even looking. "You're my good girl, aren't you? And good girls don't complain." He teased; mocked.

Y/N was getting closer and closer to snapping, to screaming at him and taking what she wants whether that be pushing his trousers down and riding his dick, holding his wrist still and fucking his hand or fucking her own hand.

It was driving her to insanity.

Her body was sweating buckets, her skin slippery and her limbs so tense yet relaxed at the same time. It didn't make any sense. All she knew was that she was losing it and her body couldn't take it.

"Klaus, I can't." She whispered, her face wet with tears.

His eyes narrowed and he turned her face up, looking at her properly and pecking her forehead. "Come now babygirl, you can and you know it." He encouraged, his tone a little softer now as he kissed a tear off her cheek.

In the same breath three fingers delved back into her, his thumb back on her tortured clit. "Oh god!" She practically wailed but Klaus only rolled his eyes, far too entertained.

"Yes sweetheart I know." He mumbled with a smirk and rocked his wrist back and forth slowly, too slowly. Every inch of her body wanted to move to chase the feeling she desperately craved but she forced herself to stay still, Klaus would stop again if she misbehaved.

Klaus only smiled to himself at the sight of her brows pulled together in concentration. He sighed quietly to himself, shifting slightly and letting his jeans stretch over his aroused cock as he kept toying with her.

Riling her up like this was one of his favourite things in the world, watching how needy and whiny she got. He could feel how tight her sweet pussy was getting on his fingers again, as though she were imagining milking his cock instead.

He knew as soon as she made that sound that she was ready again, the begging was simultaneous.

"Please, Klaus please I can't-" She sobbed, her hands holding onto him so tense and yet somehow so weakly as she seemed unable to form a proper grip.

"You know that you can." He dismissed easily, his fingers curling again and making her cry. When he didn't stop at the point she expected her hips joined him against her control. Finally able to chase it.

"Oh god" She screamed, her head going back prompting Klaus to capture a fistful of her hair and keep her in place.

"Such a beautiful sight, aren't you love?" He murmured, his voice thick like honey, "Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?"

Y/N only let out a tearful noise and shook. "Klaus..." She gasped and he hummed.

"Soak me, love." He purred.

She felt as though she were about to die and enter a universe of pure ecstasy. Her jaw fell open and her moans choked down as she screamed out again.

Klaus only grinned at the burst of warmth that went all over his jeans.

His fingers kept going until she couldn't take it, her body completely limp in his lap as she whimpered and whined, begging no more despite her pussy still leaking down her thighs.

Eventually he only held her to him, looking down at her as she continued to tremble.

"Poor baby" He cooed softly though the amusement was not lost. "You know me well enough to know that delightful little scene was only a warm up, my love."

(Sorry it’s only short guys 😔 My time management isn’t working)

[politicalchange]

jack schlossberg talking you through it.

only for your pleasure of course. he loves making his girl feel good. you’d be bouncing on his girthy cock, wet sounds filling the room along with you loud moans & whimpers, while jack just looks up and watches you, while his hands gripping your hips and occasionally grabbing your tits. he can tell your close just by the laziness of your movements and the constantly throwing your head back while you rolled your hips on his. “fuck jack baby please.” you whimpered and put your hands on his chest, all tired and fucked out.

“cmere baby.” he said in a low, raspy morning voice. he pulled you down onto him and crashed his lips onto yours, slipping in his tongue and running his long, veiny hand through your hair, while his other hand caressed and squeezed your ass. “you like makin a mess on my cock huh pretty girl.” he smirked at you and you nodded, you started grinding your hips back and forth against his again until he stopped your movements and started fucking up into you.

you moaned loudly and threw your head back, one of your hands gripping onto the headboard and the other onto the pillows. “cmon baby i know you got one more in you. do you pretty girl?” you nodded and buried your head into his neck and continued moaning. “no say it y/n. say you’ll cum for me again baby.”

“fuck yes jack i’ll cum for you.” he laughed in your ear as he continued fucking up into you, keeping up his pace and occasionally smacking your ass. he grunted as he felt you clench around him and threw his head back into the pillows. you whimper his name and throw your ass down on him, matching his rhythm as you both try to chase your highs together.

he feels your body tense up and you start to tremble and he wraps his big, buff, veiny arms around you to hold you close so you don’t try to run away. he knows your close. he was forcing you to take every inch of his cock while he whispered dirty things into your ear. “you like when i fuck you like this princess? you gonna squirt all over my cock?” all you could do was cry out and squeal from the pleasure.

“give it to me baby. cum all over this dick.”. you squeezed your eyes shut and continued to rock back and forth against his cock while you came. you whimpered against him and gripped onto his hair, looking for support in something. a few moments after, jack grunted into your ear and came himself. he always made sure you came first. “oh fuck baby this pussy feels so good.”

he rubbed on your back and tried his best not to ruin your high, “calm down baby i know.” he continued to let you rock back and forth.

“look at you princess you did it for me, didn’t you.”

[danvazini]

acrimony — sophia laforteza

in which you received just the right amount attention at the wrong time and with the wrong person. — (wc) 3.6k

fighting, cursing, cheating, toxic!sophia, physical violence at times, crying, r slaps soph twice, angsty smut, established relationship (on and off girlfriends), sub!sophia, etc? — now playing sorrows by bryson tiller

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you threw the vase at the wall near the window, missing the bitch who you were actually aiming to hit. — so close but also so mother fucking far. your partner rushed to escort her out of the house, but you were faster.

you were right behind her when she closed the door, “why did i ever get involved with your ass” — you said between choked up sobs and a burning ball of fire, your blood was boiling and your eyes was twitching.

“you crawled your way into my world, so don’t fucki-“ a harsh slapped landed across her face, “i could claw my way into much better than your world. you don’t even fucking deserve me.” you said.

you turned around, grabbing your stuff. “we’re through.” and you left the house. she called out for you, begging you to come back but you weren’t. — all her calls went to voicemail, you were never answering her again.

but something about that made you feel guilty, like you did something horrible. then the day came when you got a call from someone, her friend, one of her friends, whom you couldn’t just ignore the call for.

you picked up the phone, “hello?”, you could hear the echo of your voice in the background. “hey, y/n?” — you shook your head, getting a feeling of the bullshit you were getting yourself into.

“what do you want, manon?” you sighed, manon giggled on the other end. “just come outside”, and like a dumbass you did.

you walked out to your front door, seeing the swiss woman sitting there with sophia in the passenger seat, holding a sign that said “take me back, baby, i didn’t mean it.”

she had been apologizing for weeks now, trying to get back together for so long that now you just gave in. — here you were again, yanking sophia by her collar while screaming in her face. “do you know what this does to me?”

you were tired of always arguing with her, every day was the same thing, “i’m going to a friend’s” you said, seeing sophia glued to her phone again. “which friend’s?” she asked, and you sighed, “it’s not like you care, but daniela’s” — “i hate her, no.”

you made a face, looking at sophia funny. “i don’t care though, i need to get away from you.” you admitted, and sophia scoffed, “you always run away when we argue instead of just saying anything back.”

you just rolled your eyes, grabbing your keys and walking outside. the filipina followed behind you, “stop, god you’re not fucking going.”

you looked at her through your car window, “yes, i am” and you drove off, leaving sophia at the house. she stood there contemplating if she should follow behind you, or stay home.

she decided to follow you, speeding to daniela’s place. the drive over there was a lot for you, you were so emotionally exhausted and off balanced that you sobbed your eyes out while making your way there.

daniela had seen your car pull up and immediately noticed your distress. as soon as she saw you crying, she quickly walked over and opened the car door, concern etched on her face.

"hey… what happened? what’s wrong?" she asked softly, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. — “we had another fight” you choked out. you began to explain everything that happened on your way there.

daniela listened intently, her expression growing sympathetic at your words. she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close in a comforting hug "oh babe…." she gently stroked your hair, trying to soothe you — "it’s okay… you're here with me now."

“i know dani, it’s just…” you put your head against her chest, feeling the warmth of daniela’s embrace and the tension from your body began to slowly disappear.

daniela held you in her arms, gently rocking you back and forth. her hands rubbed soothing circles on your back as she continued to speak softly.

"shhh…. it's alright, take your time.” — she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, her lips lingering there as she tried to provide you with all the comfort and support you needed.

“i think i’m okay now, thank you dani” you softly said, breaking apart the hug slightly. once you two broke apart, sophia pulled into daniela’s drive way. the anger was plastered all over her face.

daniela told you to stay on the porch, offering to talk to sophia for you, which she went to do. the latina tapped the window, signaling sophia to roll it down.

she sighed as she did, “what do you want?” she asked, with an attitude. “step out of the car, we need to talk.”

sophia reluctantly stepped out the car, slamming her door, startling daniela, “stop slamming the damn door.” — “hurry and get to what you’re trying to say”

“you need two need to talk out whatever situation you guys have going on. she loves you soph” daniela said, and sophia rolled her eyes, “she loves me yet every second of every day she’s bitching about something new!”

you watched as sophia blatantly lied in front of daniela, going down there to correct her. “i don’t bitch everyday, sophia laforteza, i literally only say something every now and then and it’s always the same shit!” you shouted.

“good fucking riddance, you complain about every little thing i do. and you wonder why i never spend time with you, huh?” sophia said, it felt like it stabbed you in the heart.

“you bitch” you said, slapping sophia across the face. “i only complain because you act like i can’t get three minutes of your fucking attention, that’s why i always run here, because daniela gives me what you don’t! you’re so fucking unloyal too.”

sophia’s face twisted into a mixture of shock and anger as you slapped her across the cheek. — “did you just... you just fucking slapped me?" she raised a hand to her face, rubbing the spot where you had struck her.

“and you're fucking accusing me of being unloyal? aren’t you the one who runs off to daniela every time we have an argument?”

“fuck this, i’m not doing this here” you said, walking towards your car, “oh yeah just be a little bitch and run away like you always do! you’re good for nothing.” sophia said and you just started your car — “we’re done laforteza.”

“yeah right, you’ll be running back in less than a week.” and you drove off, never turning back around. — soon that week turned into a month, then into four months.

sophia was sitting in the house, drowning in her loneliness. she missed you, each time she made a call to you, it’d be ignored, blocked out or sent straight to voicemail.

then the night came, when she got a knock at her door. it was cold outside when you finally rang the doorbell.

honestly, it took her a few seconds to gather herself and answer the door. her heart was pounding as she opened it, her mind began racing with emotions.

as soon as sophia saw you standing there, a million thoughts ran through her mind – surprise, confusion, and a glimmer of hope.

“against my better judgment, i’m just here for my clothes nothing else, you can keep my other shit.” you say, not bothering to attempt to rekindle anything between the two of you.

her heart felt heavy as you spoke those words. the tone of your voice was cold and distant, and it stung more than sophia ever expected.

she then stepped back, gesturing for you to come inside. "yeah, your clothes are in my room. you can go up there and get them." — she spoke numbly, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“yea, thanks.” you walked past her, your cold demeanor changing the energy in the house. you walked upstairs, getting all of your stuff then walking back down stairs 30 minutes later.

as she waited downstairs, the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs was the only break in the silence. she stood there, watching you, unsure of what to say or how to feel. — "you got everything, then?"

her voice was soft, kind of.. hesitant. a part of her didn't want you to leave, but another part knew it was for the best.

“i’m probably missing some stuff but i don’t want to spend another second in your space to, you know, not seem “clingy and possessive”” — you do air quotes again, the bitterness ringing through your words.

she flinched at your words, the sarcasm in your voice digging into her like a knife. she knew she deserved it, but it still hurt.

sophia took a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. — "you don't have to say it like that." she said weakly, still trying to keep her emotions in check.

“but i was like that, well, if we ask you, of course.”

sophia bit back a retort, knowing deep down that you weren't entirely wrong. she had dismissed your feelings and needs, making you feel like you were too much. but now, looking at you standing there, with that frosty expression on your face, made her realize how much she took you for granted.

"i know... i know i made you feel that way. i just... i didn't know how to handle it.” she admitted. “you also argued with me each time i brought it up, but it’s whatever. this though?” you pointed between the two of you, “is done and dead.”

her heart sank further as you spoke. the finality in your words hit sophia like a truck, and she felt a sense of desperation welling up within her.

but she had no one to blame but herself. she had been dismissive and harsh, and now she had lost something precious in the process.

she took a step forward, closing the distance between you both slightly. — "do you really mean that? is there no way to work through this?"

you stepped back a few steps — “you showed your true colors that day, soph. you thought you had serious power over me but you didn’t.”

sophia watched as you stepped away, the space between you two growing wider. the mention of her power over you stung, the truth of it hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“maybe i did. maybe i got too used to having you cling to me, to needing me. i took it for granted, and i messed up." — her voice trembled, the weight of her mistakes heavy on her shoulders.

“well, now you can do that to someone else. i don’t want you back, sophia. not right now at least.” — you admitted, with zero intention of ever getting back with her. she played you after all, you didn’t want to deal with that again.

she clenched her fists, feeling a mix of frustration and pain. she knew she had messed up, and the fact that you didn't want her back hurt more than anything.

but she knew she had no choice but to accept it. — she then nodded weakly, unable to find the words to express the turmoil within herself.

"i.. i understand. i’m sorry for everything. i really am." — you put your bags down, walking closer to sophia, and pulling her into one last kiss. this was a sweet, long and warm kiss.

her eyes widened in surprise as you kissed her, the warmth and sweetness taking her off guard. she immediately melted into the kiss, feeling the mix of emotions swirl through her body.

she returned the kiss, her arms gently wrapping around you, desperately clinging onto this moment of tenderness. your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to your body.

she deepened the kiss, her heart racing as the emotions flooded through me. despite everything that had happened, being in your arms again felt like home. she held onto you tightly, not wanting to let go.

you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against hers, and your hands staying around her waist. she let out a shaky sigh, a wave of emotions taking over her, pain, guilt and the amount of love for you she’s felt this whole time.

you kissed her forehead, then the space between you two went back to how it was. the gesture was endearing, but sophia knew was about to happen. — “goodbye, now..” she sighed out, not wanting you to leave, but biting her tongue from begging you to stay.

“i’m not leaving yet” you said, turning around and going back upstairs, “i forgot these” you said returning back down with the drawings you had for sophia.

“what are you going to do with those?” sophia asked, swallowing the lump in her throat, “oh i’m just going to burn them, so your new girlfriend doesn’t end up in my shoes” — guess you still resented her.

“what?” she asked, she was taken aback. she didn’t think you thought she had a new girl already, but here you two were. “(y/n), i don’t have a girlfriend..” she admitted — “that’s funny” you said, folding the papers, putting them in your bag.

“i’m serious, i don’t have anyone. the one person i wanted, i lost because i was stupid as fuck.” she said, no longer trying to hide the fact she wanted you back. she needed you more than her pride would ever allow her to admit.

you shook your head, “soph, we aren’t doing this again..” you said, and she walked up to you, “no, please. i love you, (y/n), i want you, just you” she said, her eyes darting between both of yours in desperation.

she pulled you into another kiss, this time she was holding your face, she wanted you to know how much she loved you, without the situation and issues, and here you two were, standing in the living room sharing yet another kiss.

this time the kiss didn’t break off so easily, you began to push sophia against the wall between you too, and you deepened the kiss. you kissed along her neck, making sophia moan.

“its been a long time”, you chuckled against her milky skin, making her twitch slightly. “i fucking hate how you make me feel” you admitted, and moved sophia with you to the couch, putting her under you and continued making out with her.

you straddled sophia’s waist as you did so, leaning back down and took sophia’s soft lips into another kiss, biting at her bottom lip while grinding against her.

you locked her wrists together with one hand — a small moan caught in sophia’s throat from the kiss. her body felt on fire already from your touch, her core heating up as you grinded against her.

she struggled against her restraints, her wrists still firmly held in your grip. “please... i need to touch you..." — she whispered between kisses, her body desperate for more friction, more you.

you laughed into the kiss, “you can wait” you said, beginning to kiss her neck again, leaving a mark there while your hips sped up.

sophia let out a soft moan as you kissed her neck, her body trembling from the mix of pleasure and frustration. the sensation of your hips grinding against her sent waves of desire through her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"you’re so... so teasing.." — the filipina gasped out, her body involuntarily arching up towards you, wanting to get closer.

“and yet you haven’t stopped me,” you teased, letting go of her wrists. — the moment her wrists were free, her arms immediately went wrapped around your neck, pulling you down so your body was again flush against hers. she could feel your chest against hers, her body still craving that sweet friction.

"i... i could never stop you." — she whispered softly, her mind going fuzzy as she gave into your touch. “now, that's obvious baby.” you said, your hips grinding deeper against the fabric of the pants.

sophia let out a sharp gasp, her body arching into your movement as the fabric between you both felt like a damn tease. her hands gripped onto your shoulders, her mind consumed with need of you and you alone.

"you drive me crazy..." — she murmured, her voice breathy and filled with desire. “i’m glad” you whispered as you pull her into another kiss, your hand going between you two and sliding into her pants.

sophia gasped into the kiss, her body immediately responding to your touch, her wetness growing more and more. she broke the kiss apart, leaning her head back and letting out a low moan.

“how do you make me want you so much.." she whispered, the friction and pleasure you provided taking her breath away.

“i just have that affect” you laughed out, only speeding up your hand to match your hips, then inserting your fingers inside of sophia.

sophia clutched at your neck, her back arching as you continued to drive her insane. her mind was clouded with pleasure, her body trembling with need. she let out a soft moan, her mouth next to your ear.

"i just... need more..." — she said in a voice dripping with desire, and need, even lust was very evident. “so needy, aren’t you?”

sophia then nodded frantically, a shiver going up her spine from your words. she looked up at you, her eyes locking with yours, her body trembling under you.

“yes... please... i need it. give me more..." — she whispered, her voice needy and raw.

you pushed them as deep as they could go inside of her, retracting your hips and allowing all of your arm power to go into pushing her to her orgasm.

sophia could hardly contain her moans, biting onto your shoulder to muffle her desperate sounds. her body trembling as she climbed closer and closer to her climax, her body desperately craving her release.

"oh god... don't... stop.." she moaned out, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “louder for me, come on, you can do better than that.” you said, voice low and sultry, against her neck, nipping and kissing at it.

sophia bit down on her lip to stop another moan from escaping, her mind desperately clinging onto the edge of her climax but refusing to let her go.

“no...no... i..-" she protested weakly, unable to find the words to form a sentence. — “oh well, guess this won’t happen” you pulled your fingers out and just rested them on the band of her pants.

sophia whimpered as you pulled your fingers out, her body immediately missing the pleasure it was just receiving. she shifted uneasily, your fingers teasingly lingering on the waistband of her pants.

"please... don’t stop..." she whispered again, her voice desperate and needy. she needed your touch, she had been craving it for so long.

you pretended to think for a while, “i think i’ll make you wait..” you teased her. — sophia let out a frustrated huff as you held off from pleasuring her further. she was getting incredibly desperate, every cell in her body craving your touch, your attention.

she looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of need and defiance.. “you’re... such a tease.." — hearing those words made you tug at her pants, pulling them off of her in one go.

you plunged your fingers back inside of her, sophia let out a gasp, her body instantly responding to your touch once again, her hips bucking up in need, her body trembling with desire. she let out a low moan, her voice thick and ragged with need.

"fuck, you’re driving me crazy... i need to.. i need to-" she gasped, struggling to form a complete statement as the pleasure consumed her body.

“need to what, hm?” you said as you sped up, going faster than you were just a few minutes ago.

sophia’s breathing became ragged as you increased the pace, the sensations building up once more. she could hardly concentrate on anything but the way you were making her feel. she tried to form a sentence, but her words were lost in a mix of gasps and moans.

“need... to... finish..." she managed to gasp out, her body trembling with tension. — you brought your face down to her thighs, your tongue resting against her clit before kissing and sucking on it softly, eating her out.

sophia nearly cried out from pleasure, her body overwhelmed with sensation. she could hardly control herself anymore, her body shaking uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge of release. her hands gripped tightly at the couch beneath her, desperately trying to hold on.

"please, i’m so close.. just a little more.." she whimpered, her voice broken with need. — you sped up, causing her to be pushed over the edge and cum right there.

you slowed down your fingers, giggling at her while she panted, trying to regain her composure but her heart was beating so fast. — you gently pulled your fingers out, licking her cum off of them. then you began to fix her clothes back on her.

sophia let out a soft whimper as you remove your fingers and fix her clothes, her body still buzzing from the overwhelming pleasure.

she slowly sat up, her body slightly shaking as she tried to compose herself. she looked up at you with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction in her eyes, her cheeks flushed.

“you really drive me crazy, you know?” she whispered, her voice low, hoarse and sounding tired. “i know i do” you giggled, “but you should rest now” you said, and sophia nodded.

you took her upstairs, laid her down in her bed, you got in the bed behind her and cuddled her. you pulled her head closer to your chest, and whispered a soft “i love you” while she slowly dozed off, kissing her on the forehead.

—

prev katz works

[blueicequeen19]

Desperate Times

Warnings: creampie, blowjob, blackmail?, camping, JJ playing hard to get

I climb out of my tent and pull the zipper shut as quietly as I can. There’s no movement from the other four tents where my friends are all sleeping so I carefully make my way to the tent on the other side of the fire pit we’d made. Beer cans litter the ground so I’m careful not to make any noice as I reach his tent. I slide the zipper up with a slow, shaking hand until there’s enough space for me to slip inside. He sits up suddenly, startling me as I quickly zip the tent shut, and revealing his bare chest.

“Get out.” JJ hisses under his breath. I shake my head as I crawl across the pile of blankets and pillows until we’re face to face.

“Go.” JJ whispers, his jaw set and his eyes pleading.

“I don’t want to.” I lean in but he pulls back so I take the opportunity to yank the thin blanket off his lap and throw my leg over his to straddle him.

“Y/N— please.” I cup his face, feeling his erection between my thighs has my brain short circuiting. Im still in my swim suit and this much skin on skin was driving me crazy already.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I bring my lips down on his in a hard kiss, plastering my breasts against his chest as I demand more. His hands grip my back, rings digging into my skin as he kisses me back harshly. I open my mouth and he wastes no time shoving his tongue in. The strings of my bikini come loose and the top is yanked free before being tossed across the tent. I pull away to suck in a breath as the heat and sensations start to get to me but JJ takes the opportunity to take my nipple between his teeth.

“Mmm.” I bite back a moan as I fist his hair, rocking my hips back and forth against his cock. His mouth was heaven on my skin as he pinched and tugged on my other nipple. When he finally releases my breasts, his mouth claims mine again as he hands grip my ass. I was so wet that my bikini bottoms were soaked. If he didn’t get inside me soon I might die.

Suddenly, I’m shoved to the side and rolled on to my belly on the blankets. Before I can react, he’s yanking my bottoms off and coming down on my back.

“You just had to do this here, didn’t you?” JJ growls in my ear, his cock pressing into my ass. I arch against him, too far gone to think of what to say.

“Is this because you want me or are you just desperate to be filled by someone?” His cock teases my entrance making my eyes nearly roll back in my head.

“JJ, please..”

“Answer me.” The head starts to slip inside, stealing my ability to speak or think as I become desperate for more but he withdraws.

“I-I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” I whisper, feeling his hands tighten over mine as his breath hits my ear.

“Then why did you let that fucking Kook touch you?” My heart slams against my rib cage at his words. I’d suspected for a while that he knew about Topper.. I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Because the Pogue I wanted didn’t want me.” I bite out, arching my back so the tip starts to slip back inside. JJ groans in my ear, his hands tightening on mine as I roll my hips, fucking myself on the thick head of his cock.

“Fuck.” JJ growls, jerking his hips and seating himself full inside me. I open my mouth to cry out but his hand clamps down over my mouth as he fucks me into the hard ground beneath the tent. My eyes start to roll back from how good it feels and hearing the sexy sounds he makes. My orgasm is quickly approaching when he yanks me up onto my knees, his pelvis slamming against my ass over and over again.

“Bite down.” JJ barks, throwing a pillow in front of me as he pushes down on my lower back to force me to arch more. I bury my face in the pillow, inhaling his intoxicating scent as my release suddenly hits me like a freight train and I’m forced to bite the pillow. I can barely breathe, let alone hold myself up anymore as he keeps going until he cums with a deep, sexy groan. I can’t believe we forgot a condom.

We stay connected for a long time as we catch our breath, JJ’s hands splayed across my ass as his chest heaves with every breath.

“Go back to your tent.” JJ finally murmurs, slipping out and pulling away to sit on the opposite side of the tent. I fight off the tears that fill my eyes as I pull on my bottoms and face him, his cum starting to drip.

“I don’t want to fight with John B or Sarah. Go back to your tent.” JJ says more firmly.

“They can’t tell you who to date.” I whisper, my heart threatening to burst in my chest.

“Date? You got what you wanted from me. It was good but I’m not ready to be going steady.”

“You asshole. That’s typical JJ behavior. Deflect when things get too serious.”

“I’m sorry if I don’t have it in me to wait around for another Kook-turned-Pogue to decide which side of the island she wants to sleep on.” I crawl forward, raising up on my knees so we’re almost nose to nose. I don’t miss the way his eyes immediately go to my lips and his pupils dilate but he quickly shakes it off, eyes narrowing into a glare.

“Maybe it’s your bed I want.” I whisper, sliding my hand up his thigh to find him hard again.

“Prove it.” JJ bites out as I wrap my hand around his erection. I squeeze gently, making him grunt as he hardens further in my fist.

“What do you want me to do?” I brush my lips over his, my clit pulsing with need all over again.

“Get Topper to drop charges.” JJ bares his teeth as I free him from his boxers, his cock red and glistening from our cum as it slaps against his stomach.

“That won’t be easy. He might want me to.. touch him.” JJ opens his mouth to object but I duck my head, taking him deep in my throat as I drag my tongue along that sensitive vein there. I don’t have to look up to know his head is thrown back in pleasure as his hands fist my hair. A groan leaves his lips and I squeeze his thighs in warning.

“Goddamnit.” JJ pants, yanking me up by my hair and slamming his lips over mine as my bikini bottoms are tore to the side and he’s filling me all over again.

“JJ.” I whisper against his lips, my arms around his neck as I rock against him.

“Desperate times, Y/N. Get Topper to drop charges and I’m yours.” JJ’s eyes are half lidded as he looks up at me, drunk on pleasure. I kiss him deeply, thrusting my tongue deep in his mouth while bouncing up and down on his cock. I pull back just as he leans in for more and fist his hair.

“You’re already mine.”

[chrissv4mp]

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★ from the pace she was fucking you at, it should've hurt. but it didn't. quite the opposite, actually, it felt amazing, and she was the only one who could make you feel like this. billie was the only one who could make you see stars every night. her strap hit places deep inside of you that you didn't even know was possible, her hand reaching over your body to grab a handful of your hair and tug it back, watching as your back arched beautifully.

your ass was on full display for her, her palm coming down on your skin harshly and leaving a red mark. she took her bottom lip between her teeth, head lolling back as she just imagined how fucking tight you were. your moans only increased in volume, her own grunts becoming more breathy as the base of the indigo strap hit her clit just right, "can't even speak n'more, can ya, mamas?" she taunts, leaning over your weak body to press opened-mouth kisses on your shoulder.

"c'mon, wanna hear you say how good 'm'fuckin' you. wanna hear it from between those pretty lips," she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as she bites her lip. a low moan of your name is released into your ear as she continues to thrust into you from behind, smacking your ass every now and then, "s'good—fuuck.. gonna cum, baby..!" billie smiles, chuckling breathily into your ear as she grabs your hips with both of her hands, pulling your ass against her front and causing the strap to go deeper, "me too, pretty girl, shit—"

a loud moan rips through your throat as your ears pick up on the quiet, subtle sounds of your girlfriends whimpers, eyes rolling back as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, "mhh.. gonna cum on my cock, huh? c'mon, make a mess f'me," she moans lowly, and that's all it takes for you to release all over her strap. she doesn't stop, though, not even after she helps you ride out your high, "too 'uch, bils..! no, can't take n'more," you cry out, gripping the sheets in your hands tightly as your body continues to rock back and forth in time with her thrusts.

"don't lie, y/n," she groans, your name coming out as a choked moan as her pleasure begins to heighten, "know you can take my cock. fuck. you can take a few more." a few. that's what she had said just nights prior, and you both had ended up going the entire night, only taking a few breaks in between to catch your breaths. she could never keep her hands off of you. not that you were complaining, anyway. your own words come out as dumb murmurs, inaudible to the girl pounding you into the mattress. she just chuckles at your weak attempt, tugging at your hair once more.

@livialifesblog @br4ttyeilish @her-favorite @sophloveswomen @muchloveforhacker

@wiidfi0wer33 @devynscomet @mxqdii @mseilishmwah

[hollaforlyla]

heeeello, I wanted to order the bungou stray dogs guys with a s/o who always cries when she drinks, like she's a bigger lightweight than Chuuya and also gets really clingy when she's drunk

bsd men with a lightweight, clingy soulmate

dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, kunikida, ranpo

warnings: drinking, lowercase writing, short because i feel crappy</3

a/n: writing with nails is a pain, but not impossible!!

taglist: @justcallmesakira @atlasnessie @riiwrites @silverbladexyz <3 luv u guys!! comment to be added!!!

dazai

finds it absolutely adorable when you sob at the smallest of things when you drink.

first time he witnessed your lightweight behavior, it was your friends 18th birthday party and you were offered a drink...then it escalated to more then two...

he found you on the floor of the guest room with your friend, who was embarrassed for you.

"she was fine when you left, but then i heard her cry, saying you left her forever..."

he shakes his head with a soft smile, and motions your friend to leave.

when they did, he walked to your figure and brushed your hair out of the way of your face.

"my sweet'bella~ missed me that much~" he teased and kissed your cheek softly as you stared up at him and wrapped your arms around him and cuddled into his arms.

"i was gone for a mere 5 minutes.."

"hic- ihit felt like hic- 5 years.."

you closed your eyes and fell asleep in his arms, not feeling his soft lips kiss your head and rock you back and forth on the floor.

he wrapped his trench around you when he decided to sleep with you on the floor as well.

he made sure to keep in mind, "just 5 drinks...it's all it takes.."

chuuya

"CHUUUUYYYAHahahaa..."

"WHAT-what happened?!"

your eyes were watery, and your nose was runny

"i banged my knee..."

you came home drunk off your mind, and he already knew he was going to have to deal with your hangover, so he took the responsibly to take care of you.

you were on your knees on the carpet of your bedroom floor, making grabby hands at your boyfriend who sighed loudly, closing the door after him as he walked toward your body.

he lifts you up with a grunt and sat down on the bed with you on his lap, his hand rubbing your knee as you sniffled into his sleeve of his t-shirt.

it's only been 2 hours, and chuuya was ready to pass out because it was almost like he was taking care of a toddler.

"i thought you feel asleep, 2 hours ago!" he complained, now combing his fingers through your hair.

"i waaaassss!!!"

"then why aren't you?"

"ihi feel off reaching for the remoooote!!" you hung off his arms and your head rested on your pillow and closed your eyes.

chuuya couldn't move; however he didn't want to move.

he looked at you and chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to your arm that rested on your lap ontop of him.

atsushi

please, my boy is so confused

he had the same amount of alcohol as you, and your more drunk then a child on a sugar high.

your clinging onto him for the rest of the night, sobbing into his sleeve the moment you lose him and find him again.

"y/n...i went to go to the bathroom!"

"I THOUGHT YOU LEFT ME FOREVERRR!!!!"

he gives 10x the hugs and kisses you want.

at home, he would try to put you to sleep in your own bed while he sleeps on the couch because right now, although he helped you bathe for 30 minutes you still smelled like alcohol, and you kick in your sleep when you get like this.

he would know, he learned the hard why :(

"NAHO!! dohon't leeeeave!!"

"ow-ow-ow, y/n that's my hair- OW!!"

you ended up pulling him into your arms and wrapped your legs around his torso and fell asleep in two seconds.

he didn't fight you and just kissed your head and combed his fingers through your hair.

akutagawa

so, he doesn't drink as much as you think.

so seeing you get drunk after 4 drinks; he decided to keep you away from alcohol as much as he can....but he didn't know how without it seem like he was controlling.

the two of you were still at the bar, however you kept poking at his cheek in a way to annoy him.

"ryu...ryu..psst...ryu?"

"y/n!"

he glared at you, and you just giggled.

"hehe you look pissed!"

he took a deep breath in and out and looked at you, "and you're drunk..."

"PFFT!"

you cackled, slapping his arm and clung onto it soon after..

"mm..you have such strong arms~"

was that meant to fluster him?

well, it did.

he blushed and pushed you away, but you came right back, poking his bicep.

you closed your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"child. you are a literal child.." he rolled his eyes, interlocking his fingers with yours.

he stopped talking to take notice to your soft snoring, the bar was barely full, and the clocked read 11: 45...without any other choice, he took you to your place...making sure you woke up with at least some memory of tonight.

kunikida

"y/n. i'm working.."

"ahand i'm the president!!"

"more like drunk.."

you pulled his cheek and pinched his nose at the same time, making him look like a deformed potato.

he knews how lightweight you are, he made sure to write it down. he also made sure to write down how mnay drinks it takes for you to get drunk...which is 5...only 5.

to this day, he still has no idea how you do it!

he's not a pda kinda guy, so when ypu keep touching him or poking him when he doesn't know he will tie you up, i kid you not, you know how dazai tied up atsushi in that one episode with the mushroom- yeah...

"kuniiiiiiii!-OWAHAO!" you whined, falling off the chair he tied you in and banged your head on the floor.

he turned to see you on the floor and tears roll down your face.

he looked at you with a deadpan expression and you only cried more, rubbing your eyes as you still laid on the floor.

with a sigh, he stands from his desk and walked toward you, hoisting you up in his arms and rested you on another desk and checked your head.

"you're fine, y/n...just banged your head a little..." he kissed your wound and hugged you in a way to get you to stop crying.

even though it was a small bump, when your drunk like this; even a feather could hurt you.

ranpo

he knew.

he already knew by your first sip he will have to deal with what was about to come his way.

and he was okay with that.

he LOVES it when you act all baby around him; t's almost like he's now in control and can just say anything and you'll agree.

your face was buried into the table you and yosano sat at, and your muffled sobs caught the attention from others at the bar.

she sighs and takes a sip of wine before noticing ranpo return, "ranpo, come get your girlfriend...she thought i was you 10 times now!"

you felt someone's hands on your shoulder and you looked up to see ranpo smirking down at you, "i';m wounded...we don't even look alike...is she that drunk?" he teased, kissing your inner lip and you whined, the dried tears on your cheeks gave you an uncomfy feeling.

"nooo- kiss me properly!!" you begged, making grabby hands at you and he laughed; "no, i don't think you deserve any~ you can't even recognize your own boyfriend?!"

after you whining, ranpo gave into you and kissed your lips more times then you haved asked for.

but are you complaing?

nope!

[midnightshindig]

Rex x reader angst where during the lizard league fight, his s/o caught the lizard king about to shoot rex in the head but pushed him away in time to take the bullet from him. I'd love to see them recovering together at the hospital and him being protective of his s/o after that incident 🙏🙏

Rex Splode X Gn!Reader

Season Two spoilers!!

so let’s get the obvious out of the way

rex just straight up murders the lizard league en masse

all those fuckers are DEAD, he is PISSED

The GPA soldiers find him rocking back and forth with you in his arms, trying to pick you up but failing because he’s just so shell shocked and stunned by his own fear and rage

They have to sedate him to get him to let them treat you he’s so scared to let you go

he wakes up like a day later and immediately rips out his IV to find you

its not hard, seeing as he’s literally a door down from you

Cecil isn’t please at Rex’s carelessness but like FUCK Cecil rn because Y/n is in peril oh my god oh my god

Rex is tweaaaaking

Like they’re debating sedating him again

but it’s okay because he calms down once he sees you

fucking moron McGee over here immediately yells at you

”Y/N ARE YOU OKAY— ITHOUGJTYPU WERE DE-HE-HE-HEAAAADDDD!!” He starts just bawling, sliding down the wall next to you

like this guy is peak emotional disaster rn

the drugs in his system are maybe making him a little loopy

hes totally convinced you’re in a coma, but you sit up after a minute, peering down over the hospital bed railing at him

”Honey?” your voice is inquisitive and plain, you don’t really notice your state

He shoots up from the floor and takes you by the shoulders, shaking you viciously

“YOURE ALIVE!!!”

“WUA-WUA-WOAH—- REX!!” You giggle, your head cranking back and forth as he shakes you

A nurse smacks the shit out of his hand

oh my god his hand

you wince, noticing it

“Oh my god your hand…”

Rex looks from his hand to your face, eyes filled with blood and bandages circling your head, bits of hair poking through the bandages

His eyes widen “Oh my god your HEAD?!!”

You reach up and feel the bandages

”Oh. Wild!!!” You’re fucking hyped, asking the nurse for a hand mirror, she leaves and returns with one as you check yourself out

”Yooooo my hair is gonna look sick as fuck! I’m so glad I saved you, can you imagine Rex Splode without his fuckboy man bun?”

you’re not taking this seriously at all

its kind of pissing Rex off ngl

“How can you say that?!” He furrows his brow, looking around the room hopelessly

“You could’ve died for that, you would have died if these people hadn’t put your ass back together-“ he’s getting heated again, and you stare up at him confusedly from the hospital bed

He paces around the room, his natural hand pulling at the root of his hair

”I mean fuck- Y/n- what would I do without you?”

you narrow your eyes at him. What right did he have to lecture you? You saved his life!

“ I imagine you’d be dead, Rex. Without me, that is.”

the room goes quiet.

he starts to cry again

its less panicky, and more of a restrained whimper, as he chokes back the tears.

Even now, he’s trying to be strong for you

How can you stay mad at him?

”Ugh…” you groan as you pull yourself to sit up against the pillows, opening an arm for him to give you a hug

and he does, he’s gentle and cautious, but he slots himself between your open arm and torso, laying his head against your cheek and shoulder

”God I love you so much- don’t you ever do some stupid ass shit like that again- okay?” He pulls away, making eye contact “Let them shoot me, I’m a tough guy, I can take it.”

you shake your head sternly “You’re just as important to me, Rex. Someone has to look out for you.”

You place his palm over your chest, his hand clenching the fabric over it as he quietly stifles a sob

“Don’t forget, Rex, I’m tough too.”

how could he ever forget?

Both of you were left with permanent reminders of the battle, your eye had been replaced with a cybernetic one, and Rex was still adjusting to his new hand.

but you made it a couples activity, dedicating nights just to retraining your bodies

This mostly meant eye spy and darts, which to be fair, was right good fun

especially when Rex pulled out two hard lemonades to up the stakes

He’s so overly protective of you in combat, to the point he threatens Cecil directly for sending you on a solo mission without telling him

Cecil tells you that you need to get him the fuck under control or else he’d have to be benched

“Rex, seriously, what the fuck?!”

Your tone is sharp and accusatory

”What do you mean?! He was sending you to deal with this fucking dragon thing ALONE!” He’s not angry with you, but he’s angry nonetheless and he’s always had issues directing his anger

”You can’t do stuff like that! You’re going to get yourself fucking killed, Y/n- That thing could’ve killed you- why are you being so stupid!!!?”

You raise your eyebrows at him in shock and surprise “Rex Sloan don’t you ever call me stupid again.”

cold. the room goes quiet, and cold.

He shuffles his feet a little, stuffing his preciously-waving hands into the pockets of his sweatpants

”….”

he can’t meet your eyes

you sigh, pinching your temple

”Look, I know you’re worried, but I was a superhero before, I’m a superhero now. Dying has always been part of the deal.”

He can’t meet your eyes, he’s quiet, but he’s bubbling, about to burst.

“Rex, say something… please.”

He inhaled sharply, strong, more air than he needs because he immediately sighs it all out

”Y/n, you almost died protecting me. The thought of you getting really hurt, like irreversibly hurt, tortures me.”

He takes a step towards you, resting his palm on your cheek

”I don’t know what I’d do if anything bad happened to you, if you died. Fuck…” he grits his teeth, looking away again, his hand and body tenses at the thought

“But-“ he sighs again, turning to face you “You’re right, you’re not stupid, you’re brilliant you’re the baddest ass I know. You saved my life and I’m the one babying you.”

He swallows his spite, and swallows his pride, and spits out an “I’m sorry.”

Thats all you needed, and you press a kiss to his forehead

”It’s okay, honey, let’s just go apologize to Cecil, okay?”

He’s reluctant, but with your hand guiding him, he agrees “Mmokay. But!” He sticks up a finger “promise me you’ll be careful, okay?”

you smile back at him, locking pinkies “Of course, I promise.”

[slut4hee]

request 😍: Heeseung loving your new hairstyle so much (Fulani braids) that he fucks the shit out of you for not coming home straight after the appointment 😫😫😫

No omg because I can see him acting a damn fool! You would snap a selfie while you’re still in the chair, the stylist had literally just got done with your hair, but you know how desperate Heeseung was to see your braids.

You would immediately get a text back from Heeseung, as if he had been watching his phone this whole time.

Bambi Boy🦌💗: omfg baby, you look so damn sexy

Bambi Boy🦌💗: Fuck princess, I almost came in my pants instantly😩🙇‍♂️

Bambi Boy🦌💗: If you don’t get your ass back home right now, I’m going to come up there and fuck that tight little pussy in front of everyone in the salon🙂‍↕️

You would be dripping wet with anticipation, to get back home to your man, damn near running cars off the road, as you rushed back home. You could barely get fully in the door, before Heeseung lips were all over yours, a messy desperate kiss that told you everything you needed to know.

Your poor baby was so rock hard and needy, finally breaking the kiss, and admiring your new hairstyle. He thought you were truly the most beautiful when you wear your hair in braids or any type of cultural style.

“Fuck baby, you don’t know insane you’re making me, how dare you not bring your sexy ass home as soon as you got done” He whined, your clothes being ripped off, as he continues to eat your face off in the process.

“Baby I had just got done, plus I wanted to take cute little pictures for you daddy” You moaned softy, when he starting to lick and suck on your tits, your brown erect nipples feeling so sensitive. He groaned, pulling your body to the couch, he didn’t have time to get you to the bedroom, he needed you asap.

“Such a pretty little doll you are, always keeping yourself looking pretty for daddy huh?” He smirked, watching as your back hit bed, you winced a little in discomfort from the freshest of your tight braids. Without wasting any time, Heeseung shredded his clothes off his body.

“Love when you spread your pretty soft legs for daddy, presenting this heavenly pussy for me and me only” He growled, sliding inside your tight wet heat. He would be so sensitive, your pussy having a grip like no other, he would have to give himself a minute.

“Hee! Please move fuck! So deep inside me, fuck me please” You would beg shamelessly, the feeling of his thick cock nested deep inside you, would feel so overwhelmingly good. He would oblige immediately, his movements finally starting, as he rocks his hips back and forth skillfully, hitting just the right angles.

“Fuuuck angel, pussy so fucking good shit” He would let out the most sinful whimpers and moans ever, your tight cunny wrapped snuggly around his dick. Sex with Heeseung always felt so damn good, he always makes you let out the most pornography moans, fucking you so deep and good.

The bed is creaking violently, skin slapping noises could be heard throughout the room, you’re glad his members aren’t home, either way they would be in for a show not like they would mind….

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum for you!” You would cry out, that familiar tingling feeling building up in your stomach. Heeseung wasn’t so far behind either, his cock twitching uncontrollably, as he tries to ground himself not to cum before you.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum all over this cock, make a fucking mess” He grunted, his fingers going down to toy with your clit, rubbing fast circles to bring you to the edge. The band in your stomach instantly snapped, your vision going white, as you creamed hard all over his dick.

Heeseung followed right behind you, letting out a desperate whine, as he emptied out his thick load of milky cum deep inside your cunny.

“My pretty baby, let me go get your bonnet for you, want you to keep your hair looking nice and pretty just like that”

A/n: teeheee thank you to the anonie who requested this, this is too hot and cute omgg honestly i feel like hee would love him a girly with braids nobody can change my mind! But I hope you enjoy this and I hope this make you happy my dear anonie 🙂‍↕️🩷 MDNI!

[4ranghaes]

myung jaehyun x reader [smut, fem!reader]

warnings - chastity cage, sub!myungjae, pretty hard dom!reader, slight humiliation, use of puppy and pup as nicknames, mummy kink, checking colour

a/n - too much fluff this month. had to get this out my system

15:33 - “jaehyun! we’re going out!” sungho exclaimed, standing at the doorway with riwoo, “jae?!”

jaehyun cleared his throat, trying to stop the whine from bubbling out his throat. he picked up the blanket from his bed, covering himself with it as he opened his bedroom door. not that they could see anything, anyway, but better safe than sorry.

“okay! y/n’s coming round soon,” he responded, voice tight as he tried to grind against the material in his hand.

“oh god, good job we’re leaving, eh?” riwoo teased, waving goodbye to his leader, “bye!”

jaehyun whimpered at his words, waving goodbye and disappearing back into his room. he threw the blanket back on the bed, looking down at his cock, locked in a cage. it was straining against the material, the cage fighting against the boner that was threatening to arise. it didn’t hurt, but jaehyun was so uncomfortable - he’d had it on for almost the whole week, leaving him on monday night with the promise of unlocking him on his next day off (saturday).

“myungjae?” your voice rang through the dorm, sickly sweet as he appeared out his room, tears already lining his eyes at the mere fact you were there.

“y/n,” he whined. he only had a t-shirt on, spending the morning trying fruitlessly to touch himself through the metal. you giggled when you saw him.

“oh my baby,” you cooed, pulling him into a hug, jaehyun’s head burying into the crook of your neck, “what’s wrong?”

he pulled away, glaring at you as you laughed.

“did you miss me that much?!”

“you know i did,” he breathed, voice small, “please, y/n.”

you rolled your eyes, “are you that desperate, myungjae? just a horny puppy, aren’t you? i bet you’ve been trying to touch yourself even through that cage, right?! it hasn’t even been a week, pup. god, what am i gonna do with you?”

“please touch me,” he cried, a tear falling down his cheek, “please… i’m so hard.”

you looked down, pulling up his t-shirt and seeing his red cock, head straining at the bars. you rolled your eyes.

“get on the bed, then,” you sighed, your boyfriend scrambling back to his room to climb on the bed on his knees. you walked in, shutting the door and approaching him. stood at the base of the bed, you dug your hand into your pocket, pulling out a small key, myungjae crying at the sight of it. “you want this?”

he nodded desperately, sniffling, “please. please, i’m so hard and– and i’ve been good! i haven’t touched myself.”

you scoffed, “only because you couldn’t. oh i like this, hmm? you don’t even get the chance to break my rules. how did you like it, puppy? knowing i owned your cock. knowing you can only touch yourself when i say so.”

he nodded, rocking back and forth on his knees as you started undressing slowly until you were only in your underwear. he could feel his cock pulsing now, taking a deep breath and trying to take his mind of the restrictive material, “i– i l–loved it. i loved it, i did.”

you smiled, “me too, pup. i love it so much, you’ve already made me so wet.” myungjae bit his lip, watching as you got on your knees in front of him, your hand threaded in his hair as he looked up at you through teary eyes. “can you eat me out?”

his eyes turned wide with worry. “b-but i– my—”

“i know. i’ll unlock your little cock afterwards,” you hummed, “don’t you want to make mummy feel good?”

he nodded desperately, “yes. yes, can i touch you, mummy, please?”

you smiled, “of course, baby. so good for me, so obedient.” his hands flew to your body, touching you all over as he kissed at your neck and chest, laying you down and licking over the material of your panties.

he could feel the material of the bedding brushing over the tip of his cock through the bars of the cage, tears lining his eyes every time it did, his body practically bursting.

“myungjae?” you called, as he nibbled at your thighs, pulling your panties to the side. his cock leaked at the sight of you laid out in front of him, “jaehyun? look at me.”

he took a deep breath, looking at you with wet eyes and a teary face, breathing uneven.

“what’s your colour, baby?” you smiled, placing a hand on his face.

“g-green,” he sobbed, “i–i just— hurts, now…”

“it hurts, my love?” you cooed, “i’m sorry, baby, i thought i could tease you some more, hmm?”

“no! it’s– it’s okay. w–want to make y–you feel good,” he sniffled, tears continuing to fall as he wiped his face.

“i’m okay, baby,” you smiled, sitting up and placing your hand on his face, “why don’t we get you out of the cage first, hmm? i know you’ll give me at least three rounds, anyway, yeah?”

he nodded desperately, laying down against his pillows as you got the key from the bedside table, undoing the small lock on the cage and taking it off, jaehyun’s red cock almost immediately springing up, tip leaking constantly.

“you’re so hard, baby boy,” you cooed, gathering some of the precum off the tip and spreading it around his cock, beginning to pump slowly. his body twitched as you touched him, not used to the stimulation.

he whined at the first brush of your finger, moaning loudly as you started pumping, “m-mummy, i’m not gonna– not gonna be able to hold it.”

“you cum whenever you need to, baby,” you cooed, working over his hard cock and red tip. his body was flailing around the bed, hand gripping onto your thigh desperately as he bucked his hips.

“i– i— cum,” he babbled, thoughts incoherent as the liquid spurt from his tip, covering your hand, his t-shirt and the exposed skin of his stomach.

he moaned loudly as you worked him through it, panting and looking up at you lovingly as you finally let go. you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his chewed up lips.

“was that okay?” you murmured, jaehyun nodding quickly, “you wanna fuck me, puppy?”

“yes! please,” he whined, grabbing at your body as you smirked, grinding his already hard cock against your clothed heat.

“so good for me,” you smiled, pulling your panties to the side and sinking down. your eyes rolled back in your head as jaehyun moaned loudly.

“i– y/n– i’m gonna—” he stuttered as you moved down, painting your insides with his cum as you bottomed out on his cock. you smiled, biting your lip and leaning down to kiss him, grabbing his face harshly. he was flushed red, both embarrassed and so turned on– you knew how he loved being humiliated.

“you just got your cock inside me and you’re already cumming?” you teased, scoffing, “god, you’re so desperate, pup. and you’re already hard again?! are you in heat?”

jaehyun tried to stutter out a reply, his face red as he arched his back, trying to stop himself fucking up into you.

“come on then,” you taunted, “if you’re that horny, use it. fuck me, myungjae. show me why i shouldn’t lock your cock up again.”

[noctunis]

Hey, How are you? Just read so many of your DMC head canon and I liked them, good work don't think it's against your rules, if it is, just ignore this.

But wanted to request Dante with fem! Reader who just had a baby girl.... Dante's reaction to having a girl and how he is with a newborn.

dante with a baby girl 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante (dmc) x reader (?)

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this has been sitting in my inbox for so long, my apologies!!! this was a really cute request and i love dante sm ugh i have dante brainrot rn

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babies n mentions of pregnancy ( obviously ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed something!! 💕

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❥ let me tell you how cute i think this actually is.. like dante with a little baby girl??? it’s??? just so?? cuteee??22?2?2

❥ i can honestly see dante as a boy and a girl dad, but since we’re talking about girls here!! let me just shed some light on how awesome of a dad dante would be regardless of what gender his kid is.

❥ as a newborn, i can see him being both super goofy or uncharacteristically careful. dante is literally so scared to do something wrong so he leaves most of it to you, but if you use formula for your baby or if.. part demons don’t need milk (?).. then he’ll take over that. it should be easy enough, he says, right? right???

❥ wrong. he let you have some time alone to let you go out and actually be baby-free for a little while and he partially regrets it. the only reason why is because he’s stuck on the couch rocking the baby back and forth while she cries because dante doesn’t know how much to feed her.. which is how he ends up calling you on your alone time

❥ dante’s behavior as a dad depends on how old he is ( what game we’re talking about ). as in dmc 1-3, he’s more so carefree and although he’d know being a dad is a lot of responsibility, he’d still have somewhat of goofy, dumb mindset within him. meanwhile as he progresses in dmc4, he’s learned a lot and has gotten better, so i think this would be the start of a really good era to raise a baby. and then finally in dmc5, peepaw still got it, okay?

❥ while i see dante enjoying his beauty rest, i can also see him sacrificing his sleep to get up and take the fall of a crying baby rather than wake you up and ruin your sleep schedule. dante’s pretty good at entertaining babies for some reason, what can i say?? they just love the guy i guess

❥ even before you’ve had the baby AND after, i feel like dante would pick the goofiest outfits for her omfg. like, you’ll be sifting through the clothes and looking for some cute onesies or something and all of a sudden you hear, “babe—!” and you turn and it’s dante holding up a baby tee with a cannabis leaf on it

❥ dante would absolutely remember his baby’s birthday, and on the off chance he doesn’t and he only remembers because you or nero brought it up or something, he will run on the other side of town just for her. you’ll call him and be like, “you got the cake, right?” and he’ll be like “ohhh, yeah— don’t worry, i got it” and he’s literally fighting like six antenora and hellbats rn but dont worryyy!! afterwards he’ll just stop by the bakery all bloody and ask for the cutesiest cake available and he’ll start showing the baker photos of you and his baby girl. he’ll be like “ugh, they grow up so fast 😊” as he’s picking out demon blood and residue from his air

❥ read a post where it was headcanons about if vergil and dante had a baby that had blonde hair like eva’s and WHOAAA. if dante’s daughter somehow received a recessive trait and she has blonde hair like eva’s, it will pull at dante’s heart strings from birth. he thinks it’s a sign, a sign that she’s still watching over him and that’s she’s there— she’s there enough that you’ve acquired her hair color. he believes her love is just that strong, and that makes him try a little harder every day. he will not let her memory be forgotten, and he’ll tell you and his daughter whatever stories he remembers from when he was a kid, especially ones with vergil ( partially to spite him ).

❥ growing up would be the hardest thing for dante to accept. he’ll always love her unconditionally but it makes him sad knowing that this is the youngest she’ll ever be and the oldest she’ll ever get ( if that makes sense ). but, he’ll always love her even when she’s not a baby anymore. he’ll love her when those onesies turn into t-shirts and he’ll love her when that teddy bear turns into an algebra textbook or a phone or jewelry.

❥ dante will forever cherish his family, and he yearns for that domesticity you two have created with your children. he’ll love you and his daughter regardless, and he’ll always come back for you. he is the legendary devil hunter, of course.

[shigarakisstalker]

mini shigaraki x reader

mdni

climbing onto shigaraki’s lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, all while he’s irritated with his game smacking on his key board.

innocently placing kisses on his neck, then going down to his collarbone before coming back up to his cheek.

“god, fuck you!” he huffed before harshly wrapping his arms around your waist. breath heavy and arms tense, you find him sooooo attractive right now. his little aggressive pout because he lost his game was childish, yes. but you couldn’t help but find it cute.

so, not so innocently, you steadily rock your hips back and forth. creating some friction with the man beneath you and earning a deep, hoarse groan from him.

“don’t start something you can’t finish.” like last time, when you were a mess within minutes of riding him.

“you says i wont?” you grabbed his face gently, making eye contact with him before staring at his lips. “i mean it this time.”

“yeah, sure. maybe if you ask nicely i’ll reward you.”

you huffed, obviously not keen on begging for something you knew damn well he wanted too, “please, my love?”

and just like that your panties were pulled aside, him sticking a finger inside of you and moving it slowly. this pulled out a sweet, subtle moan from you. you began riding his finger, it wasn’t too long before another was added into the mix.

and then you felt that familiar bubbly feeling, only to gasp at a lack of contact. he pulled out from you leaving you all hot and bothered. you looked down at him with a whine, “tomura, please?”

he giggled slightly before quickly pulling out his hard dick. every single time the inches surprise you as if you hadn’t seen it a million times before. he was big, and every time it took you a second to adjust.

well shigaraki wasn’t feeling patient today.

he slammed up into you, earning a high pitched moan from you. he gave you no time yo adjust, slamming up into you aggressively and leaving no room for back talk. he warned you to be fair, and you were sooooo admit about it. even practically begging him to fuck you.

and so he is.

hips are colliding, tears are falling, and whimpers mix with groans as you two begin to feel a familiar build up in the pit of your stomachs.

“tomu, i’m gonna cum!” you were practically crying at this point. the pain mixed with pleasure hit you just the right way.

“cmon y/n, go ahead and be a good girl for me.”

that seemed to send you over the edge, you cumming all over him sent him into his orgasm. he groaned loudly and pulled your hair back, causing him to move forward and bite the skin on your neck.

you hissed at the sensation, grabbing his arm for support as both of you rode out your orgasms.

“thank you, baby.” you kissed his cheek, ready to hop off of him and clean up.

“who says we’re done?”

[55sturn]

✮ PETER LOSIN’ WENDY

pairings: chris sturniolo x fem!reader | chris sturniolo x named fem!oc

synopsis: in which chris doesn't realize that while pursuing another girl, he's losing the girl that would've been the one for him.

warnings: swearing, drunk!reader + drunk!chris, cheating, angst, angst, and even more angst, unresolved hurt.

THIRD PERSON POV

chris didn't realize he had made a mistake until it was far too late. he thought that amelia was the girl he wanted, but he soon realized that he couldn't have been more wrong.

he really, truly though that he would have enough will and time to choose between the two girls, however he didn't realize that as he chased them both, he was losing the girl that was the one for him.

VINTAGE TEE, BRAND NEW PHONE, HIGH HEELS ON COBBLESTONES

as y/n and chris made their way home from some random los angeles party, the couldn't help but giggle each time y/n's heels clicked against the cobblestone path they walked along. the two couldn't help their drunken giggles as they blindly made their way home.

"you should take those off before you hurt yourself." chris laughed, his hand intertwined with hers as he held his phone in the other.

"i'll be fine. you never told me where your shirt was from by the way."

"it's from some vintage thrift store back home in boston."

"i like it." she whispered, titling her head as she stared at him beneath the streetlight.

"let me take a picture of you, i don't have any on this phone yet." chris smiled, taking the picture as she blushed, watching as he set as his lockscreen.

BUT I KNEW YOU, DANCING IN YOUR LEVI'S, DRUNK UNDER A STREETLIGHT

the two continued their walk home, haphazardly walking into each other as they stumbled further down the path. their hands loosely intertwined with each other's, chris couldn't help pull her closer to him, his other hand falling to her waist as he softly rocked their bodies back and forth, humming a slow beat to a song playing quietly in his head.

"i like this side of you." she whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes at he smiled down at her.

"not many get to know this side of me, but you do."

"i wanna know every side of you." she smiled back, watching as his eyes sparkled slightly.

y/n slowly walked ahead, unaware of chris' phone pinging in his pocket, another girl blowing up his messages wondering where he was as she missed him.

with a shameful sigh, he plucked his phone from the back pocket of his levi's, swiping away the notifications she sent his way.

HAND UNDER MY SWEATSHIRT, BABY KISS IT BETTER // SAID I WAS YOUR FAVOURITE

chris hand was beneath the back of y/n's sweater as she cried against his chest, her head hurting from the amount of stress she had dealt with during the day.

"baby, can you kiss it better?" she teased, trying to lighten her mood, making chris roll his eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to the girl's forehead, smiling against her skin as she keened into his touched.

walking backwards, he led her to her couch, falling back against the cushions, pulling her on top of him as he continued to rub her back, hoping to ease some of her stress.

"you're my favourite person, y'know that?" chris whispered as she laid her head on his chest, her fingers dancing along his bicep as they laid there.

"i am?"

"without a doubt."

CHASE TWO GIRLS, LOSE THE ONE

y/n hadn’t meant to pry and prod, but chris had grown distant lately, he was off around her and she was curious. so when his phone pinged while he was in the shower, she let her curiosity get the best of her. but she wished she hadn't as she read the notification that lit up his screen.

amelia

cmon chris, you know i'm the one you rly want

every time she re-read the girl's message, it chipped away at her heart. how could chris do this her? betrayed couldn't even begin to describe how she felt. as chris' screen faded to black, she heard the water shut and she couldn't be bothered to move. she didn't realize she was crying until chris was kneeling in front of her, gently wiping her tears.

"what's wrong y/n?"

"who's amelia?"

"wait what?" chris sputtered, her question sending shockwaves through this body as she stared at him, completely unsure of who was kneeling before her.

"who is she?"

"she's no one, baby i promise."

"tell me the truth, who is she, chris?"

"i met her the night we came home from that party and i've been seeing her occasionally since." he whispered, finding no use in lying to her as she sat there, her tears of sadness becoming tears of anger as she felt her hurt settle in her heart.

"get out."

"what?"

"get out. i'm done. we're done. i'm not going to sitting around while you chase some other girl."

BUT I KNEW YOU'D LINGER LIKE A TATTOO KISS // I KNEW YOU'D HAUNT ALL MY WHAT-IFS

for months following her breakup with chris, y/n had been a shell of who she used to be. she hadn't experienced the heartbreak he caused before in her life. it had left behind a different kind of hollow in her chest. a void that no one would fill.

no one except chris.

and for months, he lingered in her life. in the back of her mind as she walked down the streets they used to walk together. the ghost of his lips pressing against her temple every time she had a migraine. the feeling of his hand beneath her sweater, fingertips mindlessly drawing shapes the small of her back as she laid in bed. the smell of his cologne stubbornly sticking to her pillow cases on his side of the bed.

he was everywhere and she couldn't forget him. he was a ghost unable to move on as she felt swallowed and suffocated by her pain. she didn't know what to do and she couldn't take the after-shocks that his infidelity put her though.

he invaded every thought she had.

what if i'm not good enough?

what if was i enough for chris?

what if they cheat on me like chris did?

what if i can't move on?

what if chris is hurting too?

he was everywhere in her mind. he haunted every possible chance she had at moving past the pain she felt.

I KNEW YOU'D MISS ME ONCE THE THRILL EXPIRED, AND YOU'D BE STANDING IN MY FRONT PORCH LIGHT, I KNEW YOU'D COME BACK TO ME

y/n knew chris would come miss her once the thrill of being with amelia had faded. she wasn't someone chris could be with long time, from what she had been told by people knew her. she knew he'd come back, he made a promise that he'd find his way back to her as he walked out of her house that night.

but as she pulled into her driveway, she found him standing under her porch light, his hair sticking to his forehead as the rain fell against it. sighing, she got out of her car, the door slamming shut behind her as she stood there.

"chris."

"i miss you."

"no. you don't get to do this chris."

"listen please." he pleaded, watching as she looked up toward the sky for a moment, her eyes closed as her shoulders fell before looked back at him, nodding and crossing her arms.

"i know i fucked up. i made the wrong choice and put someone before you and i shouldn't have. i should've never gone for her. i had a good thing going and i completely fucked it up."

"chris you need to leave, please. i can't go through that kind of pain again."

"please give me one more chance. i'll do better."

"if i let myself forgive you, i won't be able to forgive myself. i will be subjecting myself to constantly worrying that i'll never be enough for you. i'll be walking on eggshells around you, scared to push you into the arms of another girl. i cannot put myself through that again. when i found out you cheated on me, it stripped me of everything i knew. i lost my sense of stability and sense of who i was. i became someone i didn't know, i was fucking destroyed chris. so no, i cannot let you back into my life because i would be betraying the promise i made myself."

"i'm so sorry y/n, i wish i could fix my mistakes but just know, that if i can ever be forgiven by you, i'll be waiting. i'll always wait for you and i'll always love you."

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