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Unsteady

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One Shot | Angst ( I'm sad so buckle up) | Gn!Reader x Tim Wright

If you love me, don't let go (hold) Whoa, if you love me, don't let go (hold)

Hold, hold on, hold onto me 'Cause I'm a little unsteady A little unsteady Hold, hold on, hold onto me 'Cause I'm a little unsteady A little unsteady

Descriptions: During a heated argument Tim confesses (meh not really) that your clinginess is annoying.

Warning(s): Idk I cried writing this, Not really building a bunch of the original plot. Use your imagination of what day had him so stressed out.

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The house was quiet, still. You nestled on top of him on the couch like you always did your arms wrapped tight around him. Your cheek pressed to his neck. You traced unrecognizable shapes into the back of his neck lazily.

It had been a long day from what you heard. Tim preferred to keep the details of his day away from you. You weren't stupid you know something was happening and it was something big but you wouldn't force it out of him. You were just there as a supportive back up. If that's what he needed that's what you'd be. No questions asked. Your relationship was built on trust and that's all you had for him.

"You're so warm and comfy." You commented snuggling into his body deeper.

He didn't reply. No acknowledgment, no smile, nothing. He just started off at the tv that was not on.

"I know it was a rough day but we could talk about it if you wanted." You questioned.

This was the extend that you would push. If he pushed away or played it off you'd let it go. But you always wanted him to know that you were here to listen whenever and no matter what.

You felt his body tense and twitch at your statement. He sat still for a second before he pushed you off and stood. You looked up at his pacing figuring from your now seated position on the couch.

"Can you- just- fuck give me some space" His words jumbled out.

You sat silently. It wasn't ideal for him to take it out on you, but you knew this was the only raw emotion you'd get out of him at this very moment.

"You're just always there.. touching me, kissing me, hanging off of me like a fucking dog following after its owner." He continued.

ouch.

Yet you let him continue.

"It's like a fucking parasite that can't live without its host."

All you do was blink blankly at him. Knowing if you opened your mouth you would unless the sobs hiding deep within your soul.

"It's so goddamn annoying! You're so goddamn annoying! I can't even come home and rest without you all up on me suffocating me."

It hurt. It felt like with every word your heart shattered. Mixing with your organs and cutting the inside of your body up with every syllable.

Nobody spoke after that but it was far from silent. You could hear your heart in your ears. His heavy erratic breathing. The sound of your body shutting down from the emotion.

"Oh-" You started. Your breath catching your throat. You fidgeted with your hands before resting them your lap and putting your head down. No anger. No defensiveness. Just acceptance.

You sniffled but held the rest in. Refusing to unleash the sadness until you were out of his presence. You stood form the couch and made your way towards the stairs. You placed your hand on the railing.

"I never wanted to be too much, I just wanted to show you how loved you were in my own way. I'm sorry." You saw a flicker of regret in his eyes but still turned and walked up the stairs to your shared room. Not looking back.

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He spent hours sitting in the very spot where he broke your heart feeling his own break. He listened to your sobs echo through the house wanting nothing more than to comfort you.

When he finally got the courage to face the problem he caused he slowly made his way to the bedroom.

He stood outside it for maybe 10 minuets, hand half-raised to knock, his heart hammered in his ears as if it was trying to remind him of the huge fuck up he just caused.

What had he done..

Tim didn’t even understand the words that had come out of his mouth. Didn’t remember deciding to say them, they had just happened. And now the only thing he could remember with clarity was the way your face fell. He could feel your heart shatter and he'd give anything to take that back.

He finally knocked, softly. Six times in a pattern. A old secret inside joke between you both.

You didn't answer.

He tried the handle. It wasn’t locked. You were curled up siting on the side of the bed, feet on the ground, arms wrapped around yourself like it was the only thing keeping you together. Your back was to him.

He stood taking in your appearance. Letting the feeling of shame wash over him knowing he was the one who did this to you.

"Love-" He started.

"Im s- so sorry" He internally cringed at the crack in the voice. He welcomed the feeling understanding he needed to feel these things.

"Earlier, that wasn't true. None of it was. I was just-" He paused not knowing how to explain himself. The words caught in his throat.

Knowing you deserved a better explanation he slowly walked to the side of the bed you were on and sank to his knees beside your legs with his head down.

" Im so tired. It's one thing after another and it never ends. Everyday is a mix of overestimating bullshit. Im trying so hard to do what I need to do so you stay safe. That's no excuse though. None of it is your fault. None of it."

He was stilled welcomed with silence.

He took a breath. His lungs rattling inside his body.

"I love you so much. What I said I didn't mean. Im a coward and instead of facing my emotions I took them out on you. I don't hate how affection you are. I just didn't know how to process wanting your affection and your attention but also wanting a bit of space. I was a grown man who took his frustrations out on you like a little boy and I promise never again will hurt you the way I did today. " He ranted.

More silence. It was defeating. Not knowing if he's lost the love of his life.

"Please say something, Yell at me. Tell me you hate me just please let me hear your voice" He pleaded grabbing at your legs placing his head in your lap crying.

"You refered to me as a dog, a- a parasite." You whispered. Again no anger. No disappointment. Just your normal soft tone. This time it held the weight of your broken heart.

" I did, and the second it left my mouth I regretted it. It is the cruelest and most disrespectful thing that's I've ever directed towards you but you aren't those things. You are my heart. The air I breath, The reason keep going back out there and doing what I can to stay safe for us. Our future. Our existence."

"Im scared.. I don't know if I can just forget what you said about me." You explained.

"Don't forget. Hold me accountable every time I do dumb shit. It will never happened against I want your forgiveness not for you to throw it under the rug. Hold me accountable for every cruel thing I said and make me work for it because that's what you deserve." He declared.

You sat still for a second thinking. Before you slid your hand in his and squeezed for a quick second. Not looking at him just a silence promise to think about it.

For Tim that was more than enough. He could work with that.

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AN: Ugh I cried like a bitch making this. BAI MWAH!

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Sick Obsession

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Oneshot | Franklin Saint x Fem!Reader | Smut |

I've got this sick obsession I want to kill him bad He's got some feelings for ya I've gotta tell you that I'm not good with keeping myself tame

Description: Smoking with Franky boy and he starts yearning for that cooch/puh-say/pum/ - you get it right?

Warning(s): Weed and fuckin

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The bang from the door jolted you awake.

"Frank?" You called out taking in the bright neon '2:34 am' on the alarm clock beside your shared bed as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Gemmie a sec" you hard him callout from the bathroom. You could hear the type of day he had in his voice. Long, Unforgiving, Difficult. You knew when you laid eyes him you'd see it as well. It sounded like one of those days where it was one thing after the next. You knew you couldn't take the day away form him but you're could take the stress out of his body if only temporary, the thought still brought you comfort.

Humming back in acknowledgment you leaned over and cut the small lamp on before reaching in the drawer. Rummaging through the papers and hair ties and oh of course the gun Franklin put in there 'For your safety' before you found what you were looking for. You took out everything you needed for a nice relaxing blunt you both could share. More Franklin than you but that was the point.

You took your time putting it together and rolling and rerolling when the shit was too loose. You don't claim to be a pro you just get the shit done.

In your tunnel focus you felt the bed dip behind you and Franklin slip in the bed. Still focusing on cleaning you slightly leaned back and got up the scraps.

Frank leaned over to grab the lighter from the dresser and as you held the blunt to your lips he lit it. You both repeated until the flame took and you took a deep inhale before passing it to your stressed lover. You heard him inhale and exhale and you both found a steady rhythm passing the blink back and forth while you rested your back against his chest eyes closed. Just taking in the weed and each others company.

....I Don't feel like building the tension not sorry tbh...

You don't know who taught him how to do that with his tongue but tell them you said thank god. It's something about a blunt and a long day that without a doubt will have Frank starving for your pussy.

He had you on your back on the edge of the bed. He was on the floor on his knees, one hand holding your left leg up by the thigh and the other spreading your pussy open for him to divulge in. Every once in a while he'd take a hit of the blunt that was still resting in the same hand holding your thighs up. The feeling of each flick with his tongue had you already about to climax and you'd just started.

"Fuck please slow down a bit baby" You attempted to plead with him. You could feel him slurping and groaning at your taste from the vibrations trialing though your soaked pussy. He ignores you. Not purposely he just has more important matters to attend to. Like exploring your cunt through and through.

You glanced down at him; taking in his eyes closed, face messy and relaxed. Sorta like he was blissed out. You could feel the slight rock of the bed as he grinds against bed chasing the high he was also giving you.

"You look pussy drunk love" You joked in between a moan, but still you didn't get a response only a grunt in agreement and a groan when he slipped his fingers into your pussy. Taking in the way you creamed around his digits. It felt like he was attempting to imprint his tongue and fingers so deep inside of you he'd ruin you for anybody in the future. Making sure nobody could swirl their tongue or fuck you as deep as he could with just his fingers. He didn't want you to chase your pleasure he fully intended on bringing your pleasure right to the front door on a silver platter. You didn't have to work for a single orgasm around Franklin.

His hand gripped your thighs tighter as he fucked against the mattress. You could see he was becoming undone just by looking at him and it turnt you on so bad.

The idea that at the thought of just getting you off that he could climax just did something to you. Even with him attempting to get off on the mattress he's pace did not fault he continued with pleasuring you like that was primary goal.

The attention and love he's shown combined with the speed his tongue and fingers were moving sent you full force towards your climax.

Unable to control your body your back arched off the bed as you cried out, coating his face and fingers in your cum and pleasure. You felt his fingers tighten around your thigh again and a low 'fuck' as he stilled and finished against the bed.

After laying back on the bed for a few seconds catching your breath Franklin joined your side cuddling next to you.

"Thank you." He quietly muttered still spent.

"You kissed his head and whispered back. "Of course I always know what you'd need."

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In My Mouth

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Oneshot | Habit x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+

I wanna leave this world with you I wanna become something better with you I wanna fuck our bodies into broken shells I wanna lose ourselves forever I wanna put you in my mouth I wanna crush you in my jaws, I wanna (in my mouth)

Descriptions: Aftermath of a bloody night of fun with Habit.

Warning(s): Its Habit...that in itself is enough of a warning for you. Don't like don't read. Oh and a lil bit of fuckin..lil gore btw

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No matter how many times you both went out it never changed the fun you had. Every few hundred years y'all would find yourselves in the same place. Who could pass up a good night of fun?

Habit was the 'chill' one when it came to you both pairing together. Often sitting back and watching you work and joining in a few times. Even though you were a bit off your rocker, you'd done this thousands of times. You knew how to make a person squeal and cry out for whatever God was listening. Sometimes even trying multiple religions at once. It never mattered though. They always died eventually. I guess the big man upstairs wasn't listening.

Habit who typically like the more psychological part of it enjoyed toying with the victims while I did my physical toying. Today he was quiet though. Standing off to the side silently watching with a weird glint in his eyes. You made a mental note it before turning the attention to your blood soaked body.

You typically wore shorts and a sports bra while having your fun, you didn't like the feeling of clothes sticking to your skin. Plus you enjoyed the feeling of being covered head to toe in just blood. Kinda like the day you were brought into this world. Through blood and screams of agony you tore your way into the Earth.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and brought your attention back to your victim. He was a crying shaking and pathetic mess. You knew as a skilled skinner if done correctly you could keep your victim alive through the entire process of removing skin.

Well it was time to finish up you were absolutely starving and you still had to figure out what was wrong with stupid over there. You had to find out what finally shut his ass up and thank whatever it was.

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'Thats what was bothering him' you thought as Habit fucked your bent body into the metal table that once held your 'tools'. You looked over and could see Mr.skinned guy fading in and out of conciseness watching you both.

Now that you think about it, it has been a few hundred years since you'd seen Habit. It didn't matter you were going to thoroughly enjoy this night.

You both never really said many words while fucking. It was a mutual exchange of pleasure. No emotions. No feelings, no obligation other than to use each other as we needed.

You gripped the table as he trusted faster into your soaking pussy. The sound of you moaning causing him to plow deeper and fasting into your cunt.

You felt him slow for a second and grab something off of the floor. You'd tried to see what it was but he continued thrusting into you causing your brain to clear of any thought other than the pleasuring you were feeling.

You flinched at a searing pain running from your lower back to your shoulders. You caught a glimsp of it through the tiny light hanging from the ceiling. Your carving knife. This fucker just cut you. And it felt so fucking good. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue tracing the cut, licking up the blood the just spilled.

You tapped his thigh indicating you wanted to change positions and motions for him to lay on the table. He grinned already knowing what to expect. He laid down and you straddled him sealing his dick deep inside of you.

His head fell back ands eyes closed when you begin to ride him, the sound of you both connecting harshly and what's his name heavy ass breathing filled the room.

Grabbing the knife that laid beside him you quickly sliced it across his neck. Blood gushing from the semi deep wound. His eyes never opened, instead he gripped your hips and begin fucking into you. Groaning out when you licked up his body collecting the blood flowing from the wound. Finally making your way to his neck and sucking and licking on the long cut across his neck.

After a few more thrust you felt yourself tighten and the pressure building your lower stomach. Your eyes fluttered close when you felt Habits thrust become sloppy. A tale that he too was close. You both came with a groan/moan and both of your bodies relaxed. You stayed there for a moment catching your breath before lifting up and sliding off of him. Both your releases dripping down your thigh and onto his cock. He opened his eyes and did a once overrun you above him panting. His cock hardening at the sight.

"Round 2?" He asked smirking. You nodded. Poor guy you were playing with before long forgotten he was still alive watched the 10 hour session unfold.

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Wet Dreamz

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One Shot | Virgin!Pu$$yDrunk!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+

It started off so innocent She had a vibe and a nigga started diggin' it I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool But a nigga couldn't wait to get to school 'Cause when I seen 'em thighs on her And them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreaming, man, what I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it Make it hard for me to stand up

Description: In your freshman year of college, you and Spencer hit off while working on a project together.

Warning(s): ...hunchin <3

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Y'all had so much in common it was insane. Of course he was a genius but his brain was just magnificent. He of course has random knowledge of anything but the things he was genuinely into you also were. It was hard to complete the project with you two always taking breaks to listen to each other mini rant and fangirl over the same likes but you both finished 2 weeks early just so for the next 2 weeks you could spend it doing whatever you two wanted. It was the spark of a new and true friendship.

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Wasn't nothin' like that Man, it wasn't nothin' like that first time She was in my math class Long hair, brown skin with a fat ass Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad so we passed notes

Both of y'all sat together every lecture. Never paying attention to the professor just in your own world joking and laughing. You'd been noticing Spencer's eyes lingering on you the entire day. Sorta staring just a second longer than he used to. You didn't mind because you loved the attention from him. You found him to be such a catch and you really wanted something more to become of y'all's relationship.

You snorted at a particular joke he made and heard the professor grunt while staring at your direction. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and you put your head down to hide your smile. You felt a nudge to your left and saw Spencer hand a note to you.

Hiding your chuckle at the childish gesture you opened it anyways.

'Don't worry about him he's old anyways and statistically not gonna be here much longer.' Spenders messy cursive spelt out. It took everything in you to to bust out laughing.

'I know right like this dude is too ancient to be scoffing at people. He's using up too much air he already has limited supply’ you wrote back causing Spencer to snicker with you.

‘Do you want to play the new board game you were talking about at my place this weekend’ he suddenly asked. It was random but yeah of course you did. You loved spending time with him.

‘Yeah,’ you replied. ‘Maybe we can do something else later’ you horrible hinted. You cringed at how stupid that sounded. What if he didn’t get the message. Mid spiral you looked over and saw Spencer blushing, oh? Maybe he did get it.

‘Yes I mean sure no problem’ he tried to play off his excitement. You both smiled and tuned into the lecture both thinking about the events that would take place Saturday.

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Derek let out a booming laugh at what his friend just asked.

“Wait wait run it by me one more time” he said chuckling.

“Don’t make me repeat it.” Spencer begged.

“Nah nah if you want some advice you gotta speak up Spence.” Derek scolded.

Spencer sighed in irritation. “How do I make a girl cum? Okay?!? How do I properly have sex?”

“Oh?” Penelope said as she walked into Spencer’s apartment unannounced. She held up a bag of take out.

“I was just coming by with some dinner but I can definitely stay for this conversation. Who are you trying to make cum?” Pen asked.

Derek chimed in, “lil miss sweet thang he met in his college course”

“Awe the cute one who’s been taking up all your time recently” Pen gushed.

“Are y’all gonna help me or what” Spencer groaned in annoyance.

“Oh we’re gonna help you alright!” Derek and Pen got to work, schooling Spence on all the tips and tricks. Good thing Spencer has an eidetic memory because this conversation went on for hours.

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You were actually freaking the fuck out. You were standing outside his door and thinking what was wrong with you? Why would you even suggest something like that. Oh. My. Fuck. You were damn near hyperventilating at that point. You and Spencer. Spencer and you. You and fucking Spencer. Ahhhh!

Spencer opened the door in the middle of your mini silent rant.

"Hi" You wheezed out startled.

"Hey.." Spence Replied

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What. The. Absolute. Fuck. Happened. To. Spencer...

This wasn't the cute nerdy boy you've been crushing on since your very first project together. This was a beat of a man who've you've never met before. At the rate he was fuckin you, you would've thought this was light work to him.

The aches and bruises that lined your body was evidence enough that this was a machine. It wasn't the normal precise and put together Spence you knew. This was an entirely new person but you weren't complaining. Actually the sounds you were making were telling.

"Fuck Spence slow down" You whined out, your body shaking each time he trusted into your cunt.

"Can't mamas, you just feel so good." He mumbled into your neck, completely pussy drunk at the moment.

'Mamas'??? When did he start using that nickna- ohhhhh. You sent a silent Thank you to Derek now knowing your shy crush asked for advice.

You felt Spencer getting restless and grabbed his face to make eye contact with him. Face to face your breaths mixing with the smell of lust and tension the air.

He let out a frustrated groan and you suddenly felt yourself bend into a mating press. Your legs on his shoulders, knees to your chest.You whined and winched at the bruising grip he had on your thighs. You could feel him so deeply now.

"Fuck Spence I can feel you in my guts." You panted out. Barely able to catch your breath. You feel him mumble something incoherent without missing a beat.

"That's it, just feel me baby."

He was intoxicating. His hair was a mess sticking to his forehead and neck.

You couldn't care less though. you knew this night would be a good and a long one. You couldn't wait to see what other 'Research' He did.

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Ngl got lazy at the end lmk if y'all want me to finish this one up. Bai loves.

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Enjoy! These aren't all the fandoms I write for, just the ones I've written for already on the account. If you have any recommendation please ask. New characters or fandoms are welcomed! Thank you to checking my masterlist out.

Terry Richmond-

~Mona Lisa | One Shot | x fem!reader | You work with Terry setting up men and robbing them for their money and valuables.

~Mrs.Officer | One Shot | x fem!reader | As a joke you fake arrest your husband Terry and things get just a tad bit heated.

Bella Swan

~Pink Matter | One Shot | x fem!reader | Smut 18+ | Rainy day fuckin w/ sorta top Bella.

Head Cannons

~Failed Twist Out | Twilight Characters x reader | Fluff | Twilight characters reaction to reader not wanting to go out due to a failed hair day.

Hoodie/ Brian Thomas

~Favorite | One Shot | x fem!reader | Smut 18+ | You recognize your neighbor by his iconic yellow hoodie as one of your favorite p0rn stars.

Habit

~In My Mouth | Oneshot | Habit x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+ | Descriptions: Aftermath of a bloody night of fun with Habit.

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Mona Lisa

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One Shot | Terry Richmond x (FWB) Fem!Reader

I see n*ggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles Getting drunk with these b*tches Then when they leave, they get followed Fall asleep with that b*tch And really don't know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your sh*t And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love her

Description: You work with Terry setting up men and robbing them for their money and valuables.

Waning(s): No fuckin y'all:( no fuckin in this one. Maybe in pt. 2 if y'all like it...

Also I def stole this idea from my bf's fic w/ Habit in EMH <-

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A lot of people would say that money turns you into a monster. Society's pressure to have money to meet the basic humans needs of survival drives people to do fucked up things for money. And we feel bad for them. We feel bad for the people who have to rob, steal, and kill just to feed their family.

Then there's you. Of course the money is a bonus but you just do it for sport. It's damn near orgasmic to watch them fall into your web. Like they always do. Men. The scum of the earth. It honestly wasn't your fault though. You never FORCED them to fall for you. You just fluttered your pretty little eyes and added a sway to your walk and they swarmed like moths to a fucking flame. Of like flies to horse shit but who are you to judge. Who were you to...waste... the gift you'd been blessed with. The gift to manipulate.

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I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you" I say, "No, bitch, I said get him"

It was a pretty busy day at the club tonight. The club pounded with red and purple lights. Blurring figures with sweaty bodies surrounded you. It stunk with sweat and bad decisions . Perfect. That always meant the water was perfect for catching something or someone. Terry had told you to go out tonight and catch some prey for him and who were you to deny a good time.

And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her titties

You moved through the dance floor taking slow and meaningful steps. You knew they were watching some even already started following. Great. With a quick look back and an innocent smile you continued walking to the bar. This would bait out which ones were confident enough to come up and talk to you.

"Good girl they're flocking to you. Don't fuck this up." you heard him your earpiece. You rolled your eyes and discretely held out your middle finger. Fucker.

"Done be a fucking brat pay attention." he responded, blah blah fuckin blah.

Taking a seat you quickly went into phase two. You ordered a water and laid you head on your hand while putting on a sad expression. The first man sat beside you but the shoes were a big no. Next was Devon but not with that busted Gucci belt. Then there was Tim and he wad cute..oh wait nope hell nah what the fuck was the fit choice. uh uh. There was Chase, Tre, Levi, Luke, Von, Dre, Ryan, and Malik. All gave the same energy. Broke. AF! You were honestly getting over it. Irritated that you wasted a perfectly good outfit on this slow night. Then you saw him. Your next victim partner. Tye.

You can get snaked, you can get faked Out by the bitch that you feeling 'cause you Thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel I treat her halo like a frisbee,

He came over when he saw you all distraught awe. What a man. It took little to no time to get him caught on you. A light brush of your fingers on his arm. Laughing at his not so funny jokes. A complement here and there as he cheeks would light up like a Christmas tree. Now it's time for phase three.

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Tye couldn't jump fast enough when you asked if y'all can head to his home. Little man was tryna get lucky tonight. Well he would be maybe not at the cost he was willing to pay. You made some light conversation on the ride there. He opened up to you. He works in real estate. He has a pretty good salary but he doesn't like to show it off. But he does like to appreciate his achievements. Perfect.

"Sounds like money to me" Terry chimed in your ear. Looking out the side mirror you could see Terry following behind y'all.

She lie through her teeth; cavities, fillings She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden She know when you gone, tell me when to visit

You were expecting money but you were expecting to pull up to a damn mini mansion. Well fuck. Maybe you should hold on to this one. Just for a little bit. See how much you can milk him for...You made a hand gesture out the window. Signaling to Terry you wanted to wait this one out.

"I was thinking the same thing sweetheart." He cockily replied and drives away. That fucker just left me. Oh well.

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We break in your home and take the specifics And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him

You did just that. You fucked his brains out that night. Of course you had to make sure he wouldn't dare think about another bitch. Its been about 3 months and y'all are in a relationship. He's taken you all around the world. To the finest restaurants, clubs, exclusive resorts. You only drank and ate the best. He treated you like a queen. Worshipped the ground you walked on. You were living lavish.

So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes You'll only know that it's gone when you checking Then your first thought is to start second guessing

But like always that feeling that always comes came. The feeling of being bored. You were over this lovey lovey shit, and he was getting slightly suspicious of the small things that would come up missing every-time you both went out. Terry and you had made at least 100k off of stealing and selling small valuables over the past few months.

She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothing, keep resting," She say, "What's missing?"—"How you know something missing?" He scratched his head, she say, "Get back in bed," Then she gave him some head, boy, you can't trust them bitches

That didn't last long. Every time he brought up something missing you would act confused and scared then just fuck him into amnesia. This worked for awhile but you could tell it was coming to an end so why not go out with a bang.

We waiting outside, watch him pull up Walk up to the door, and right before he knocked She open the door naked, she left it unlocked They started French kissing so he didn't see moi

You gave Terry the okay to come through and put on some slow music. It was now or never. You straddled Tye and kissed him deeply. He took the hint and responded immediately. You began grinding on his already hard cock.

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch Music up loud with his head in the clouds

He didn't hear Terry come in. Or the 5 guys he brought with him who were pros at clearing out a house in 10 minuets. You wrapped your arms around him and began lightly moaning ins ear trying to cover up any low sounds the men made as they got into position.

Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out him Piss a nigga off, put the gun to his frown "Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around I ain't here to fuck around, caught you with your pants down You know what it is, put your fucking hands up!

Terry turnt the volume down with his dramatic ass. I don't know why this man loved dramatic entrances. I acted along and screamed while holding onto Tye. Tye wrapped his arms around me attempting to protect me.

"Let her go and put your fucking hands up. Don't move." Terry's voice boomed. Tye realized that there were 5 other men and did what Terry said.

Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down" Then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her She a good actress, and you a dead actor

You put your hands ups and fake sobbed. Tye looked so broken. He couldn't even protect his poor girlfriend. Your sobs echo'd through the empty house.

"Fucking damn sweetheart, all that damn wailing shut that shit up and get out my damn face." You sniffled and waited for a second.

Then you laughed loudly. "What I was just trying to add a lil extra pow you know?" You responded innocently. Tye looked absolutely heart broken. You almost felt bad. Almost. Not really.

You'll be dead after we get what we after If she call you daddy, she 'bout to be a bastard, oh

"Uh huh you always doing some extra shit. Aye doll, you been calling him daddy when y'all fuck?" Terry randomly questioned.

You nodded "Duh I have to give the people what they want"

"I guess you bout to be a bastard than." You chucked and sat on the couch and watched as Terry and his man ransacked the house. Shortly after he put a bullet in Tye's head. Welp. On to the next one.

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Mrs.Officer

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One Shot | Terry Richmond x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+

Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop I got stopped by a lady cop, haha She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha Cause her uniform fit her so tight She read me my rights She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights She said I have the right, to remain silent Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren

Description: As a joke you fake arrest your husband Terry and things get just a tad bit heated.

Warnings: Fuckin tbh, just two folks fuckin :/

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This day honestly couldn’t get any more boring. You’ve been at work since 6am and now it’s 8pm. You were supposed to BEEN off but your shitty coworkers don’t know how to come to work and that’s your problem because…oh okay.

The sun was long gone, no lights, no sign of life, no nothing. The world just seemed at peace when the night hit. You’re job of course had you patrolling the one street in town that nobody drives in after 7pm but of course, anything for the safety of the citizens. At this point you just wanted to get home lay with your husband and sleep. The thought of laying in your bed after the day sounded heavenly.

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Once 9pm hit it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes open. You could feel yourself fading in and out. You reached over and cracked a redbull open before downing it and one go. You had to stay up. You picked up your phone and looked for the music app pushing shuffle on your rap along playlist.

The introduction to ‘Mrs.Officer’ by Lil Wayne started playing and you grinned. This was your jam. It was ironic and you loved the connection you could make to your life. It was a good song to get out of your sleep deprived funk.

Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop I got stopped by a lady cop

You started bobbing your head and drumming your fingers on the wheel to this beat. Finally getting some type of entertainment on this boring night. But of course as always something had to ruin your mood. A car speeding by coming out of no where. With a sigh you flipped your lights and sirens on and pulled behind the driver.

Looking closer you realized you didn't need to run the plates, you knew the car. Goddamn Terry, you shook your head at the reckless behavior your husband was showing but then you realized you could have little fun with this. Might as well not lose the only entertainment you have for the night. Right??

She got me thinking I could date a cop

You put the car in park and walked to the driver side window; Terry's eyes widen when he realized his wife just pulled him over. You adjusted your glasses lower for some added drama and lowered your voice.

"Evening sir" you said in a comically low tone. "Do you know how fast speeding just now?"

Sensing the playful energy radiating off of you he smirked leaning forward. "Um definitely the legal speed limit."

You scoff at his audacity. "Uh huh license and regulation please."

Cuz her uniform fit her so tight

He laughs while handing the items over. "You're not gonna arrest me are you love?" He asked while chuckling while looking you up and down in your uniform; he always loved how you look in it.

You ignored him and proceeded to make a look or recognition at his ID picture. You dramatically grabbed your radio. "Dispatch I have eyes on the suspect. I repeat I have eyes on the suspect."

She read me my rights

"Sir you're gonna have to come with me" you stated while taking out your handcuffs.

He laughed playing along. "Alright alright, I'm coming" He steps out the car and puts his hands up. You cuffed him and began to walk to your cop car. Jokily shoving him to walk faster.

She put me in the car, She cut off all the lights.

You lead him to the cruiser and put him in the backseat. After making sure he was comfortable you went up front to turn off the lights leaving you in semi darkness but you caught snippet of the song playing on loop. And lets just say; well you got a few ideas on how to pass the time.

She said I have the right, to remain silent.

You went back to the back door and opened it getting in the backseat with a still handcuffed Terry. "You have the right to remain silent and blah blah blah." You trailed off as you embraced him in a slow kiss. Terry attempting to deepen it but failing. Sensing your change in energy he turnt to pleading.

"Come on mamas uncuff me so I can at least have a chance." You pretended to think. "Hmmmm I don't think so." you playfully responded.

Now I got her hollering sounding like a siren Talking' bout (wee-oh wee-oh wee)

His lips pound yours again and you responded in a steady rhythm. Both your tongues darting out attempting to deepen the kiss. Without breaking the kiss you palmed him through his jeans, Terry released a low moan causing you to pull back and smirk at him. He gulped at how bold you were being and sorta regretted not trying to convince you harder to take the cuffs off. You were going to be the death of him. It would be a pretty death. He couldn't help but to take in your beauty. Even in times like this he liked to sit and appreciate what life gave to him.

"You are truly out our this universe my love." he confessed. You loved how reassuring your husband was in times like this it made it all the while better. It was sweet and romantic but y'all didn't have time for slow. So you'd have to do with sweet sensual fuckin.

With one hand you gripped and rubbed the tent and with the other you caressed the sides of his face and neck. There was no time to take off anything that wasn't necessary. What y'all were doing was risky and it had to be done quick. But that doesn't mean you couldn't enjoy yourself the entire time.

You reached down and unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips while you pulled it and his boxers down in one go before reach for your own pants and pulling it down and moving your panties to the side. There was time to fully take anything off. Knowing you were already wet you hurried with taking his dick in your hand and guiding it to your pussy.

You rubbed his dick on your clit before slowly entering his tip. You pressed a kiss to his lips and took him in in one go.

"Fuck" You both cursed and gasped. You started fucking yourself on him fasting and faster. You grabbed his jaw forcing him to look up at you. Watching him fall apart purely through his eyes. You quickly peck his lips before reach behind him and undoing his cuffs.

He sprung into action grabbing your hips and slamming you back down on his length repeatedly. The next so much deeper than the previous.

"Fuck Terry, fuckin' me so good right now." You placed both of your hands on each side of his head and kissed him.

"Damn right, look at you creamin on this dick. Marking it as yours." He mumbled into your ear. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face but it only turns you on further knowing you can get your man breathless like this.

Other than that the sound of skin smacking is the only sound that reaches your ears. You wrapped your arms around him when you felt yourself getting close. Sensing it his grip on your hips tighter and his thrust gets faster. You're sure you're gonna have a bruised pussy and body, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

With a cry both you you both climaxed together. Both shuddering at the intensity of it.

After we got done, I said..

After a moment of silence Terry broke it with a joke."Baby what's your number?" You snorted and responded "911".

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One Shot | Pornstar!Hoodie x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+

Say my name, I want the neighbors to hear it Want your body to feel it Boy you know if there's a heaven, Im near it Yeah I promise my dear Its only you who has my body and heals it

Warning(s): You know why you're here don't PMO

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You honestly and truly couldn’t believe it. Your heart was racing so hard you were sure it was going to pop right out of your chest. This wasn't you. You leave work and go home. You don't go out, and you certainly do accept a date from. Your. Insanely. Hot. Neighbor. Who also may or may not be a pornstar. That you watch. Every night. By yourself... But here you found yourself sitting across from him at dimly lit fancy restaurant that you were sure you were underdressed for. Brain had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room. He has this aura to him that sucked you right in. Maybe it was his playful grin or teasing glances that kept you immersed in his being all night long. From the first awkward moment you met, when you tripped trying to bring your boxes inside when you finally what about him look familiar. That damn hoodie. The pale yellow is what caught your attention. You remembered every patch, curve, thread of it from your hours of watching his videos. His playful laugh and the way his hand brushed yours when he grabbed the box from you. He jokingly thanked you for being a fan. His flirty a wink and carefree attitude had you completely down bad. He was confident, a little cocky but maybe that was him just being open about what he wanted. As the night went on, your nerves started to fade instead replaced by a certain hunger you hadn’t expected.

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"Good girl. Look how well that pretty throat takes my dick." You could only look up and nod, making eye contact with the hand held camera he held angled down at you. Your mask covering your face so only the camera can see is your eyes and mouth that is currently wrapped around Brians- oh sorry Hoodie's cock. You had to remember to only call him by his Camera name when he was filming you. But fuck it was hard to thing when this man was around. The way he took control and dominated the scene was just unworldly.

"There you go keep taking that shit" Only when you felt light headed did he let you off to breathe. Your body shaking as you tried to inhale.

"Calm down. This is what you wanted right?" He asked condescendingly. You nodded. He gripped your hair in a fist and pushed you onto your hands and knees. He caressed your ass before landing a hard smack on it.

"Oh fuck" you cries out in pain even though you felt yourself dripping down your thigh.

"Can I have a taste pretty girl" you nod. When you look back at him you can see him prop the camera up to get a good angle. He lifts his mask up just enough to uncover his mouth and dives right in. Your head falling onto the pillow in front of you.

"B-Hoodie oh my god, fuck yes" your voice mumbles from the pillow. You can hear the sucking and slurping and he just intensifies the experience tenfold.

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You couldn't control the sounds coming out of your body as Hoodie drilled you into the mattress. You attempted to push him away just bit so you can relive some of the pressure but he smacked your hands away.

"Fucking ungrateful, I take you out to eat, pay for your meal, bring you home, eat your pussy and now you can't even take my dick. Fucking worthless." he rants while progressively pounding into you harder and harder.

"mm sorry" you gasp out, your eyes rolling back. You felt completely used and disgusting. It felt great you couldn't help the smile that made its way on your face as his thrusting continued.

"oh what's this? I think I might've caught myself a crazy one. You like pain? Huh wanna be my little pain slut" he cockily ask.

"Wouldn't have it any other way" you barley make out.

"Good because I'm not stopping till you pass out and even then I might keep going. It's gonna be along night." And god you hoped he kept his word.

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This was 100% lazy writing hope you like regardless. Bai! - Lu

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Pink Matter

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One Shot | Bella Swan x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+

Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, she's giving me pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter

Warning(s): um strap ig, lil dirty talk if you squint maybe, um choking?

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"There you go pretty girl" Bella praises as she guilds you back onto her strap, holding on you with one hand on your love handles and the other pressing down on your back. "mm doing so good for me baby" she hums while pushing fully into you. After giving you little to no time to adjust Bella couldn't hold back, driven by a desire to hear your moans she starts fucking into you. You can't decipher if she fucking you like she hates you or like its the last time she'll ever see you but you don't complain. Head to far in the clouds to think if anything other than just her. "oh fuck" were probably the first and last words to come out of your mouth. Your brain losing the ability to create sentences with every rough thrust Bella delivered to you. "You're so wet darling. All for me hmm" At this point you're sure you're fading in and out of consciousness. "mm yes, so good" You respond pushing your face into the pillow. All you can really do is spew out half thought of nonsense. You can feel her tracing a pattern in your sides. Just enough to bring attention to a new sensation adding on to your already overstimulated mind and body. Something so subtle helping bring you closer to your high. "Need you" you mumble out reaching back trying to grab some part of her. You just want to feel her closer as she fucks you into oblivion. She reaches down and grabs your neck bringing you're body up and flush against hers. "Like this baby?" she whispers in your while reaching forward with her other hand to rub your clit. You clench your eyes and reach back to tangle your first in her hair. " Please don't stop" you can feel her hitting new levels deeply inside you. That mixed with her fingers working your clit tip you over the edge. She doesn't stop instead she steadily fucks you through your orgasm until all you can do is lean backwards on her and pant. Her hand on your neck the only thing keeping you from collapsing. "Lets gets you cleaned up pretty girl" she says with a kiss as she stops away to get a bath started. You already know to expect praises and extra love during aftercare.

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Luv u bye ~Lu<3

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Failed Twist out

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Headcannon | Twilight characters x Black!reader

Description: Twilight characters reaction to reader not wanting to go out due to a failed hair day. (we have all been there..)

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Edward Cullen: Would probably try and think he is being really gentle and understanding. He would absolutely tell you that you're over reacting in a way that feel slightly condescending but you'll let it slide since you know this brush is about to make its way across the room to his damn forehead. After he reads the room he'll figure there's no talking you out of it, so he will probably propose a stay at home date or a movie night to try and make you feel better.

Bella Swan: She would absolutely understand the feeling of not being "put together". She was probably feeling the same way and was coming to tell you she didn't want go right as you threw your leave in conditioner out the window in frustration. Then of course like the gentlewomen she is; she will get it and probably put on a movie while you two order delivery food or something.

Alice Cullen: 100% watched like a million hours of YouTube tutorials on your hair type before she even approached you to be her partner and she is your sole hair stylist. SO NO EXCUSES! YOU'RE GOING ON THE DATE BABES!

Emmet Cullen: He's just a sweet oblivious little thing. He definitely doesn't understand how you don't feel from dead gorgeous but he won't invalidate your feelings. He doesn't care about going out as long as he's with you. He probably just ends up going out to a beautiful part of the forest and like draining a bear to look all manly and y'all just chill outside with nature for a bit.

Carlisle Cullen: He is our reassuring king. With him working in the health field he would absolutely take your mental health seriously and probably want to deep dive into why you react so extremely to your hair and where it stems from that you aren't pretty if you aren't put together (uh huh yup I just clocked a few of y'all didn't I. don't lie) .He would wait until later to bring it up. He would just create a safe space and make a cue stay at home date for you both to enjoy.

Jasper Cullen: He had them boots off the second he heard you sigh and felt your frustration rising. We love a empathic king.

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