#I am not defending her I am always on your side babygirl

[khaleesiofalicante]

Straight people are so weird lmao. I was with Andrew and this girl came up and started talking to him, so I busied myself in my phone (we were waiting in line for some paperwork) And she was very obviously flirting, and he was kinda flirting back (and he has the audacity to make fun of me!!)

And we had swapped sweaters earlier to see who pulled them off better lol. So this girl was saying something like "your sweater is so pretty! can I borrow it?" and I was holding back my laghter lol. So he explained that it was mine, and I had his. And she turned to me and asked if I was his girlfriend LMAO.

I laughed and kindly told her no, but she didn't look convinved (I mean, idk why I would lie but okaaay) And they continued flirting, and I was third weeling but I wasn't about to give up my spot in line, so I had to suck it up (he owes me one). So, she gave him her ig, left and told him something like "maybe you can borrow me your sweater next time if you'll like that, I'm sure many girls want it" and she turned to me, stared and left.. WHAT??😂😂

Girl, don't worry, I don't want this guy! I'm not even sure why you want him LMAO. And yes, I will never stop making fun of him now :)

girl every time you mention Andrew and a shenanigan like this I am like "is this from a fanfic? what chapter is this?"

NOAH YOU MUST SEE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SEE????

[cartierre]

TENNIS COURT | fv

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU frederik vesti x fem!tennis player!reader (fc: emma raducanu)

side note: i've come back from my hibernation side note pt2: i have zero knowledge on tennis. all of this is probably so inaccurate but we're just going to roll with it, alright?

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yourusername feels good to be back 🎾 pulled a muscle a few weeks ago, thankfully it wasn't all too serious and i was able to return this week! let's train hard to achieve nice things in the future! 💪🏼

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user1 so glad recovery went well!

user2 you've inspired me to always do give it my all on the tennis court, so happy you're back again! comment liked by yourusername

frederikvestiofficial finally i can return to my true calling: a wag ⤷ yourusername fear no more, your dreams are becoming true ⤷ user3 they're so alex and lily coded

user4 hopefully we'll be able to see you in wimbledon this year!

user5 it's giving "we'll boune back stronger next race" HAHAHA

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elleuk British tennis hope Y/N Y/L/N poses in this months issue with fashion ambassadorships for tiffanyandco and dior !

yourusername is returning to the tennis court after minor health issues and has been climbing the ladder to success steadily ever since! she's a strong contender for the champion title at wimbledon this year.

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user6 y/n is so incredibly gorgeous oh my god

user7 "british tennis hope" LET'S SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

yourusername had so much fun during the photoshoot! can't wait to see the other pictures as well! comment liked by elleuk

user8 i've never bought a fashion magazine, but i will be running to the next supermarket for this one!

user9 i am so in love with her it's not healthy ⤷ user10 fred better sleeps with one eye open

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formulaupdates some f1 drivers attending the finals of the ladies' single in wimbledon this year! f2 driver frederik vesti's girlfriend, y/n y/l/n, is fighting against title defender jelena rybakina.

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user11 i'm sure they're not just there because y/n's fred's girlfriend but it's so adorable that they're showing such a support

user12 the way everyone looks so serious and then there's george being all 🙂

user13 i don't know anything about tennis and yet here i am watching for y/n ⤷ user14 literally same, i'm sitting on the edge of my seat as well

user15 i just know fred is somewhere on the sidelines absolutely nervous

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wimbledon The nation's tennis queen 👑

yourusername is your Ladies' Single champion 2023 🏆

#Wimbledon

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user16 SHE DID IT OMG

user17 britain might've lost their actual queen but do not worry y/n stepped up ⤷ user18 thanks to her, britain is able to play chess again: they have a queen again

user19 I AM SO PROUD OF MY BABYGIRL

user20 one of the most interesting matches to watch. y/n won fair and square, a great win! she made england in the midst of london proud!

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yourusername deserved summer break 🌊

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user21 fred needs to win the f2 drivers championship and they'd literally be the most unstoppable couple

user22 they're so boyfriend and girlfriend i cannot ⤷ user23 they're each other's wag

frederikvestiofficial i don't want summer to end ⤷ yourusername italy's been too good to us

user24 i don't know if i want to be with y/n or be y/n

user25 i can't wait to see y/n back on the paddock again!

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Mysmetwt moments which feels like fever dream

I dont know whats going to be the fate of twitter but Mysmetwt is always going to have a special place in my heart of course its because I am a Yoosung fan and Yoosung is so well loved in that side of the mysme fandom.

1. That person with Jihyun pfp tweeting about how much they are into Sonic being on a hospital bed under multiple tubes and wires

To quote a great person "of course its coming from a mf with Jihyun pfp"

2. The existence of @/Mysmewhispers aka the lifeline of the mysmetwt

RIP mysmewhispers we will remember your contribution

3. The war between Saeran and Jihyun fans

What started of with a heated debate over a somewhat insensitive joke about V being 6ft under (dead) and Saeran being 6 inches inside mc escalated quickly to the situation getting worse eventually leading to the end of mysmewhispers.

4. The babygirl poll

It took place around the time the Queen died last year and back then fandom polls were quite popular, we also had the infamous poll with Reigen and Sans. In Mysmetwt we had the babygirl poll which was quite a surreal moment with everyone being more active than usual. The winner of the poll was Yoosung.

5. Jihyun Bad Ending 1 debate

So it all started with a non mysme fan or proabably someone who played it long long time ago was talking about how its 'homophobic' of cheritz to make that a bad ending (because Rika and MC were fucking on the bed in that bad ending's cg) and they went on to attack Jaehee and invalidating her queer coding because she does not have something as explicit as the cg from that bad ending. Not just that, they were also dragging other characters for no reason and it made most of the mysmetwt defend Jaehee together.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Material Girl

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Warnings: yandere, violence, home invasion, allusion to dubcon.

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Looking around, Dabi smirked at the sight of a pretty princess sofa, pink pillows, toys, a lovely dressing table with shiny little bottles and cosmetic jars on it, and a huge white wooden wardrobe that was full of dresses, he was sure of it. Huh, so you were daddy's princess, a spoiled little girl who was always getting whatever she wanted.

P.S. All characters are adults.

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When he's landing on a windowsill of someone's house, it's late night, and the deep wound on the right side of his torso hurt so much Dabi wanted to howl like an animal. The blood loss made everything blurry, forcing him to grab the window frame not to fall down.

Dabi had no idea where he was, but heroes had finally lost him, and it's the only thing that mattered. Now he needed to patch himself up and return to the League before he would faint from pain.

Of course, he had no time for looking at his surroundings, but he's forced to when he felt a movement somewhere in front of him, on a large bed covered by a pink blanket - Dabi watched as you lifted your pretty head from the fluffy pillows, blinking and trying to understand what awoke you in the middle of the night. Shame, he thought when he looked at your cute face, wondering if he had to burn you right here right now if you decided to scream, waking up the whole house and giving heroes a chance to trace him again. You, however, stayed silent even when you saw a wounded villain sitting on your windowsill.

Yawning, you slowly got out of bed, and now Dabi could fully appreciate the sight of your alluring body covered only by a see-through nightgown as he stared at your every curve. In any other time he'd definitely comment on the beautiful bends of your body and your bare legs, but his bleading wound was ruining all the mood.

"Aren't you the one from that League of Villains?" You asked him suddenly with curiosity of a kid seeing their favourite hero on TV, showing no fear when you came closer and then stopping right away when you saw the red stains on his coat, his arm pressed tightly to the wound to stop the blood loss. "Oh. You're hurt."

"Thanks for noticing," he said between gritted teeth, thinking if you asked one more stupid question he would definitely burn your house to the ground.

You blinked a couple of times, staring at his blooded arm, then rubbed your eyes, smacked your pouty lips like a child, and slowly moved back to your bed, getting on all fours to grab something from beneath it.

A gun? No, you looked far too calm for someone who was going to defend herself against a villain like him. It was something else, and the curiosity took over his anger when he watched you pulling out a little metal case. What the hell was that and why you weren't scared of him the slightest bit? You certainly knew who he was. Were you so dumb you didn't understand he could kill you because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time?

"What the fuck are you doing?" He finally asked when you turned to him with a case in your hands.

"I'll patch you up," you yawned again as you stepped closer to him, opening the case to demonstrate it was a first-aid kit with bottles of antiseptic, bandages, pills, and all other stuff, "or you're gonna bleed all over the carpet, and daddy will get mad at me."

For the first time, Dabi thought he was in a strange fucking house with a strange fucking family living in it. What the hell did you mean by that? Who was your daddy if seeing blood on the carpet in his daugther's room would make him angry and not scared? Some kind of villain or something?

Looking around, Dabi smirked at the sight of a pretty princess sofa, pink pillows, toys, a lovely dressing table with shiny little bottles and cosmetic jars on it, and a huge white wooden wardrobe that was full of dresses, he was sure of it. Huh, so you were daddy's princess, a spoiled little girl who was always getting whatever she wanted. Dabi finally realized everything here, including even that subtle scent of perfume coming from your hair, was crazy expensive.

Ah, so you were mob's lovely daugther. Now he could understand why the sight of blood didn't scare you.

"Are you used to patching up your daddy?" He grunted when you forced him to take his hand away from the wound, assessing how severe it was.

"I've been doing it all the time when I was younger", you muttered under your breath, seeing how bad the blood loss was and sighing. "I don't have anything to numb the pain, so you'll have to endure it. Just a second."

Then you brought him an opened bottle of martini, and Dabi let out a husky laugh, the pain becoming so unbearable he barely made a sip - and then emptied the fancy bottle with a one long gulp. Taking something hard you gave him to hold in between his teeth, he squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn't remember what happened afterwards when you cleaned his wound and stitched it. He didn't even remember the feeling of your soft sheets and blanket on his skin when you put him on your bed, although he heard you saying something he needed to leave before 7 am next morning because that's when your daddy was going to come up to your room. What he remembered vividly was a dream he saw where he was laying on a meadow with wild flowers blooming in between his burnt fingers.

By the time you woke up just before 7 in the morning, the stranger you were patching up half of the night was long gone, and the window was sealed shut.

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When Dabi looked at a shiny diamond necklace he stole earlier, Toga whistled behind his back, staring at it with wide eyes.

"Woah, where did you get this?" She asked, jumping in front of him and poking the necklace with her tiny finger. "And for whom is it? Is it for some girl?"

Dabi winced, hiding the necklace carelessly in the pocket of his pants as if it didn't cost more than anything he ever held in his hands. He cared little for luxury and these expensive trinkets, but you, certainly a high-maintenance girl, would appreciate something like this, he's sure. He planned to visit you again after his wound healed - not so much to say thank you, but because he liked you, daddy's dumb little girl who wasn't scared of all the burns and wounds on his body. In truth, Dabi was fucking dreaming to lift your pink nightgown and get in between those beautiful thighs of yours.

Funny enough, you didn't look even the least bit surprised to see him on your windowsill again as you drank tea from a fine china cup, half-lying down on your fancy Italian sofa. Seeing him smirking at you as you wore a pink dressing gown that was slightly see-through too, you sent him a flirty stare.

"Hello, Mr. Villain," you smiled, putting your cup on a coffee table but not changing your position, obviously to attract his attention.

Little slut, he thought as he stepped down the fluffy carpet in his combat boots. You were tempting him despite knowing who he was, not showing any signs of being repulsed with his clearly intimidating appearance. Well, you did patch him rather nice, considering the conditions.

"Did I leave any bloodstains the last time?" He asked you, smug.

"A little."

You gestured him to sit on your lavish bed - it was so huge it could probably fit him, Spinner, Shigaraki, and one Nomu altogether, and some space would still be unoccupied.

Snickering, he landed on your pink blanket with casualty as if pretty girls were constantly trying to get him into their beds. You were either incredibly brave or very stupid, he didn't decide it yet.

"Oh, is it for me?" you perked up as you saw something shiny slipping out of Dabi's pocket onto your bed, and he threw the necklace to you like some trinket as if he could get something like that every day with ease.

You proved to be agile when you caught the necklace without leaving the sofa, looking at it with pure admiration in your eyes: you had a good idea how much these diamonds cost, and you immediately put the necklace around your neck, standing up and rushing to your dresser. Judging by the expression of sheer happiness on your face, Dabi chose a right gift for you.

"It's so pretty!" you clasped your hands together, laughing. "Thank you! Oh dear, I certainly have to put a price on my medical services..."

"It's not my payment for that night," he cut you off, standing up and walking over to you until he put his hands on your shoulders, enjoying the heavenly feeling of a fabric of your dressing gown against his skin.

You raised your head, blinking in surprise, "It's not?"

"No. It's your present for today, babygirl," he whispered into your ear, his hand taking the dressing gown off your shoulder.

[alisonsfics]

6.7 Seconds

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Summary: Morgan and Y/N are both taken hostage and Morgan says some things he doesn’t mean, in order to appeal to the unsub

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Takes place in a hostage scenario. Acts of aggression/violence, but no gore. Mention of torture and sexism.

You had just been told by Hotch that you were going to have to go in and talk to the unsub. One on one. No gun. No backup. No nothing.

The unsub’s most prominent trait was his disgust for women. This disgust fueled his crimes, and you didn’t want to think about what he could do to you.

You were still processing that you had to go in, when you heard Morgan speak up. “Hotch, come on man. You can’t send her in there. He’s vile and he hates women. Do you have any idea what could happen to her?” He asked. His tone was teetering between anger and concern.

“Y/N is a well-trained agent and she can handle herself. This is the best shot we have at catching the unsub, we have to take it” Hotch rebutted. You lightly placed your hand on Morgan’s forearm. “Hey, I’ll be okay” you told him, wishing you could believe your own words.

Hotch gave you both a glance and led the rest of the team away for a second. “I appreciate that you’re worried, but I can handle myself” you reassured him. “I know you can, I don’t doubt you for a second, babygirl. But, we’ve seen what this guy does to women. I don’t want that to happen to you” he told you, still concerned.

Despite the current pit in your stomach, you still felt touched that Morgan cared so much.

The whole team knew that you were head over heels for Morgan, and they loved to bring it up all the time. However, Morgan had never caught wind of that fact.

“It won’t happen to me. You know why? Because I know you’ll be standing right outside, listening in. I know that if anything starts to go bad, you’ll be in there in a matter of seconds” you told him, giving him a soft smile.

The whole team loaded up into the SUV’s to go to the unsub’s house, where the SWAT team was already in position. The whole team got out of the cars and you handed your bulletproof vest to Hotch. “Be careful” he whispered to you, as he took it.

“You sure about this?” Morgan asked you, for the twentieth time. “I promise, I’ll be okay” you reassured him, hoping it was true. “Reid, how long would it take for us to get in there if something goes bad?” Morgan asked, looking over toward Reid. “Probably around 6.7 seconds, since we’re right outside” he answered. You could tell he had just done some complex math in his head, but it didn’t show at all.

“6.7 seconds” Morgan said to you, you knew it was his way of trying to comfort you. “6.7 seconds” you said in agreement. Morgan pulled you in for a quick hug, before letting you go. “Good luck” Reid said to you, as you walked away from the team, towards the house.

You took a deep breath and prayed that you would make it out of this house okay. You carefully opened the door and heard the unsub yell “In here!”. You followed the voice down the hallway, into what appeared to be his bedroom.

You saw pictures of each of the victims on the wall. Also, every news article about this case was hung up on the wall. You tried not to wince when you saw the pictures of the tortured women. You saw two pictures of women that you hadn’t found yet, and you had no idea if they were still alive.

“Well well, looks like your team was stupid enough to send you in. You’ve seen what I do to women. You won’t make it out of here alive” the unsub said, trying to intimidate you. Luckily, you had immense training that taught you how to mask your fear.

“My name is Agent Y/N...” you started to say before getting interrupted. “Your name doesn’t matter. You’re just another stupid slut, you all are” he said, aggressively.

Then, there was a crashing sound in the kitchen. Both of your eyes darted toward the sound. “What was that?” He hissed. He pulled out a zip tie and tied you to the desk.

This unsub knew you guys needed him alive and that gave him a feeling of power.

He pulled out his gun and went to investigate. You heard the distinctive voice of Derek Morgan say “get your hands off of me man”. You froze, did Morgan come inside? This was going to ruin the whole plan.

“Look who we have here. Someone tried to be Prince Charming and save the day” the unsub said, throwing Morgan onto the ground next to you. The unsub turned around to close the door.

“What are you doing here?” You mouthed, facing Morgan. “Follow my lead” he mouthed, in response. The unsub turned back around to face us.

“So, you’re trying to save the princess? It’s not worth it, she’s just as worthless as the rest of them” the unsub said. “I agree with you completely man” Morgan said, which caught both you and the unsub off-guard.

“Excuse me?” The unsub asked. “They never say what they mean. They always act like they’re royalty and like they’re better than men. And they are always trying to take away our masculinity” Morgan started to ramble.

Then, you understood his plan.

“Exactly” the unsub said, probably feeling understood for the first time. “Here, cut her zip ties and use these instead” the unsub said, handing Morgan a pair of handcuffs.

He grabbed them and you leaned forward. Morgan cut your zip tie and then placed the handcuffs around your wrists. You could tell that they weren’t closed all the way.

“Do you want a piece of her?” The unsub asked Morgan. “Can I?” Morgan asked, and the unsub nodded. “Tell her how worthless she is” the unsub encouraged him.

“I’m so sick and tired of your attitude. You are always acting like such a brat. You always complain when your shoes are dirty and I’m tired of you getting promotions before me. This team would be better off without you” Morgan yelled, pretending to be really angry.

“Doesn’t that feel good to get off your chest? All those pent up emotions. Use her, she’s all yours” the unsub said, giving Morgan permission to hit you. For a split second, there was a look of fear in Morgan’s eyes. You knew that normally, Morgan would never even think of laying a hand on you.

Morgan scooted closer to you, so the unsub couldn’t see his face. “I’m sorry” he mouthed quickly. “This one’s for always acting like a prissy princess” Morgan said, and then he raised his hand and slapped my face.

You knew that Morgan obviously wasn’t hitting you as hard as he could. However, he had to make it look realistic, so it did leave behind a stinging sensation on your cheek.

“This is for always complaining about how rough you’re life is” Morgan said, raising his hand and slapping you again.

Morgan’s eyes were full of sympathy. He wanted to take you into his arms and save you. He wanted to do everything in his power to protect you. Making you feel pain made his heart break into a million pieces. But, he understood that this was part of the plan to get you safely out of this house.

“Do it again” the unsub encouraged. The man made you sick, he was a vile excuse for a man. “This is for always relying on me to save you” Morgan said, raising his hand again. This time, there was a different look in his eyes. It was like he was trying to give you a clue, you realized that something was about to happen.

Instead of bringing his hand down to hit you, Morgan swung around and knocked the gun out of the unsub’s hands. You quickly pulled your hands out of the loose handcuffs.

“Get on your knees, you sick bastard” Morgan commanded, pointing the gun at the unsub. You stood up behind Morgan.

The unsub slowly got down on his knees, and you walked behind him and put the handcuffs on him. “Would you like to do the honors?” Morgan asked you. “I would love to” you replied.

You grabbed the unsub’s arms and dragged him out to the police car and put him in the backseat. The whole team rushed over towards you.

They all asked you if you were okay. “Guys, relax, I’m fine” you said, trying to calm them. Then, you saw Morgan walking over towards your group. Without saying a word, Morgan pulled you into a tight embrace. You gladly hugged him back, holding onto him.

You both held each other for a minute and finally pulled apart. “So you’re good?” Hotch asked, clarifying. “How could I not be when Morgan’s always got my back?” you asked rhetorically, giving Morgan a smile.

“You two are a strange couple” Reid said, giving us a confused glance. “Couple? What’re you talking about pretty boy?” Morgan asked Reid, confused. “Garcia told me that you two were a couple” Reid said, sounding more confused.

“They might as well be, they’re both in love with each other” Emily commented, smirking at both of you. “She’s right” Morgan said, then he leaned in and pecked your lips.

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as your whole face heated up. The rest of the team cheered, while you stood there stunned. “Hey Reid, now they’re a couple” Emily told him, laughing.

“Can I talk to you?” Morgan whispered in your ear. You nodded and he pulled you to the side. “I am so sorry for everything that happened in there. I didn’t mean any of what I said, and I never want to hurt you again. I absolutely hated it, if there was any other option, I would have taken it. 6.7 seconds just seemed a little long to me” Morgan told you, trying to defend his actions.

“Trust me Morgan, I completely understand. You were working based on the profile, I understand. I’m not mad at you in any way” you reassured him. “Okay good, let’s go catch up or we’re going to miss the jet” he said, interlacing your fingers.

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Mi Hombre, O. Diaz

Summary: You overhear Monse trash talking about Oscar and you’ve had enough of him being painted as the villain. 

warnings: monse being a hater!, cute s h e t, freak s h e t  👅

word counter: 1.5K

requested by: @un-poetryy​

A/N: I always give the “bad” guys the benefit of the doubt because my attraction to toxic men began with Damon Salvatore LOL. Thank you for requesting, I love trying new things when writing for Spooky, this was fun! SEND ME ASKS/REQUESTS! I finally turned on the Anon option, heh. And don’t forget, please: follow, heart it and leave some comments, reblog and also turn on the notifs for when I post! Lots of love!!

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The sun is warm against your skin and the slight breeze is adding to a perfect summer day. Now that school is out, the public pool has extended it’s days of operations and hours, so here you are out with you boyfriend’s little brother and friends, tanning and having a relaxing day.

Oscar called you saying to meet him at the pool since he’s really trying to avoid spending any alone time at home with his estranged father. As you await his arrival, you’re laying back and letting the sun fill in the paler parts of your skin due to your bikini straps. And it’s been lovely but you’re starting to lose you’re patience as Monse, Cesar’s toxic ass girlfriend, keeps talking ill about Oscar.

You sigh once more as you try to zero out on the things she is saying about him but it’s getting real hard to bite your tongue the more she goes on. It’s Oscar “Spooky” Diaz and of course everyone has an opinions about everyone. And rightfully so but Monse only says bad things about her boyfriend’s older brother. Every single time it’s something negative. And granted you don’t spend much time with her, it’s sad that she can’t say one good thing.

It’s also when Oscar is never around and the devil is prying to get out of you to say something. Oh, please say something. But you keep your eyes closed and pray that your boyfriend arrives soon. The last thing you want is to cause a scene in a family area.

“I mean he’s been hanging around a lot and it’s just annoying he gotta bring his gang tendencies when it’s been clear as day you don’t want nothing to do with it. Doesn’t he have drugs to sell? or other people to jump into the gang?” Monse says and you huff audibly.

Though you got your eyes closed, you could feel her gaze move to you briefly.

Cesar only sighs as Monse kept on going and that was the tip of the iceberg for you. How can Cesar not defend is older brother? You know the shit the Diaz brothers have been through but to not defend someone who has defended you on countless occasions?

“Seriously? You really going keep talking shit, Monse? I’m convinced you’re obsessed with Oscar since all you ever do is talk about him,” You’ve had enough, you get up and say to her as you stand above them,

Both she and Cesar look up at you, surprised. “I-I, uh, was just saying th-”

“No, you weren’t just fucking saying nothing. You’re trash talking his brother and my boyfriend and it’s shit on me to have waited this long to say something but you’re such a pussy for only knowing how to talk smack when he’s not around.”

She tilts her head to the side and stands to cross her arms over her chest, “I have no problem saying this to his face as well. He must have you whipped if you are too blind to see that all he is is trouble, Y/N. You’re a smart girl, you deserve someone better than Oscar.”

If you could see the world in a single color right now, it’d be red and for Monse it’s about to be black considering you want to pop her one right in the mouth. You’re at a disbelief that she can’t give Oscar the benefit of the doubt considering he has done a lot for his brother and group of friends. Everytime there had been an issue that they couldn’t solve, which was 99.9% of the time, Oscar came in with the save.

You see your boyfriend walk through the gated entrance of the public pool. He makes his way over to the food stand and you smile to yourself, the sight of him always making you melt, “ I am a smart girl, thank you. I’m smart enough to know that no one in this world is perfect. We all have flaws, Oscar knows it too. But you’re quick to forget that if it weren’t for him, you all would probably be 6 feet under next to Lil Ricky, who isn’t even 6 feet under might I add!”

She laughs a little to herself before continuing, “And we wouldn’t have gotten in those situations had Oscar not jumped his little brother into that stupid gang of wannabes anyways! Who does that? Forces his own family into something he didn’t want to be apart of? That’s messed up! And you the complicit one that stands by not saying anything!” Monse says loudly, now catching the attention of those around you. Even Oscar is now looking your way, you and Monse in each other’s faces. 

You weren’t planning to make a big scene about this, you just wanted to call her out on her bullshit peacefully, if that is even possible. But if the shoe fits? You lace that bitch up and wear it.

You scoff and step closer to her face, “Cesar grew up in this life, wake the fuck up, Monse! It looks like a duck, it quacks like a duck, it’s a fucking duck! Think this lil duckling was gonna join the rabbit family and live a peaceful life? That is how the world revolves, that is how people like us survive. Whether you like it or not. Yes, it is messed up. And I can promise you, Oscar never wanted this life to begin with, not for him and definitely not for his brother, whom he raised. Was it a perfect life? No. But it was and still is enough.

“So I swear to God, if you can’t say anything nice please shut the fuck up. Don’t say shit. Because if you wanna point out flaws, let’s all do it, hm? Gather around family and friends, “ You look around and say, “We’re gonna play the What’s wrong with Monse game I’ll start, she’s toxic as fuck! She loves to play the victim, she’s dating a freshly jumped in Santo, which she claims are wannabe gangsters!”

Everyone’s attention is on you now, Oscar is trying his best not to laugh at the situation but when you get argumentative, it’s a damn good time. You have valid points and Monse knows it. The people with the most problems never like to admit them. She has a look of embarrassment plastered on her face.

“Y/N...” Cesar speaks up, also with a look of embarrassment on his face. He scratches the back of his head as he looks around and spots his brother in the distant. Oscar raises his water bottle in the air as a notion of, Salud. 

You cross your arms and wait for him to say something but he only looks down at his feet and rocks on his heels. Monse’s mouth agape at his lack of input, “What’s wrong? You upset he’s not defending you? That’s how complicit ones are, sweetheart. They see the problem and let it go on so long as it’s not personally affecting them. Which means you probably just a piece of culo. And also means he’s a little puto for not defending his brother. A little bitch! Both of you!”

“Hey, hey mamas. Calmate, com’n. Let’s go get some food, hm?” Oscar appears and starts to pull you away as you spew out the last of your words. He can feel your skin is warm to the touch and it is not from the tanning either.

He is smiling like a fool once you two make your way to the stand, “Wow, my lady defends my name even when I’m not around.”

You shake your head and cross you arms, exhaling a much needed breath through your nose. Monse is collecting her things, angrily and storming out to the parking lot. A frantic Cesar following, you look back to Oscar and both laugh.

“Was I too harsh?” You ask him, he shakes his head in disagreement.

“Nah, bout time someone tells her off and you did just that. It’s hot, y’know? Calling them out for talking shit.” You look to him and whack your arm on his stomach, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of you head. “What else would my lil traviesa do for me?”

As you tip your head back to answer, Jasmine walks towards the two of you blasting music from her phone.

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil dangly dang that swang in the back of my throat

You look to Oscar and wink at him, feeling the hardness in his swim trunks as you lick your lips. He clears his throat looking at Jasmine that means to leave. She snobs you two and walks off.

“Aye, you gotta walk in front me. He won’t let up.” You look between the two of you and see his boner. Laughing away, you let him trail very close behind you.

[creepypocky]

Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

[iamknicole]

Trouble Man

HAHN AU

AN:: Because I ain't like it so rewrite it is. Mitch and Lainey are together, Candace is alive in order for this to work..

Candace tossed and turned in her hotel bed trying to shake the voices of those whose deaths she caused. From Oscar, War and Quincy to Erica and Lil Q. She yelled out in her sleep until she felt someone grab her and her eyes shot open landing on Oliver.

"Stop fighting. Stop. And shut up." Oliver demanded in a hushed tone.

"What are you doing in here? Get out of here! Leave me alone!"

Rolling his eyes, Oliver placed a the handkerchief he held over her mouth only moving it when she stopped fighting. Placing it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he stood from the bed and motioned to the men he'd traveled with.

"Restrain her and put her in the trunk."

Landen scoffed stopping the other two service members. "We don't just do what you say, Oliver. You don't make demands."

Oliver stepped into his face. "Who did Charles put in charge of this when the first person fell short? Who knew that there was a job to get done and played around?"

There was silence between the men.

"I'll answer for you. He put me in charge when you played around." Oliver spoke through clenched teeth. "So do what I said. Restrain her and put her in the trunk. Now."

Oliver glared at Landen a little longer then left the room with his phone to his ear.

On the other side of town, Benny sat in Melissa's house changing her locks. The two of them had just come in from their ruined dinner.

"Benny, you don't need to change those right now. They're not coming here. Lemme clean that cut on your forehead."

Benny shook his head still working on the front door locks. "Nah, ima be aight this needs to be done. You don't know these people like I do, they're coming. And when they do you don't wanna be caught slippin. Aight?"

Melissa sighed, "Benny, it's fine. I'll just call Veronica and get this taken care of."

"Isn't she the reason you're in this mess? You not calling her. That kid that they sent its tryna prove a point and I'm not gon let him use you for target practice to prove it."

"Alright, Benny. But when you're done I'm cleaning that cut and you're getting out of here."

Benny shook his head again. "No, I'm not. I gotta make sure you safe. He looking for me too I'm sure now so when he shows up he can get the rest of the ass whoopin he ain't get in that damn restaurant."

"I see you're not budging so I'll give up but I think you should at least go check on your family."

"I got that taken care of, ima call them. Why don't you go fix us something to drink or something. Relax. I got you."

After receiving his punishment from his family, Mitch went to sit across from Vinny in his booth clutching his side. Vinny took a swig of his beer then chuckled.

"Learn ya lesson?"

"Yeah, Uncle Vinny. So we good now?" He asked wincing a bit.

"Yeah we are but you listen to me no more lying to your family and covering up for this kid."

"I was helping my friend. His family is my family too. I told you that."

"No," Vinny barked, "The Malones are your family, not them. We are. Understand?"

Sandy approached the table clutching the ice back to his head. "He's acting like that cause he's dating that guy's sister. He's been hiding it from us."

Mitch turned to glare at his cousin, "Shut your little bitch ass up before you get beat up again, Sandy! Not the time!"

"You ain't gonna do nothin. Guess what else, Uncle Vinny. He's got a baby with the broad. How you like that, Mitch?"

Mitch got up as quick as his injuries would allow and stood in front of Sandy glaring down at him. "What did I say to you? What did I tell you?"

"That dumbass friend of yours is gonna get what he deserves for what he did and if I'm lucky I'll get that broad and that baby too." Sandy taunted with a smirk.

Mitch threw a few punches knocking the smaller man down before being pulled away, backed into a wall. Vinny stood in the open space between them pointing a finger at each of them.

"Sandy, if you knew how to back up the shit you say, you wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. You just love getting your ass kicked, don't you?" Vinny asked sarcastically.

Sandy sucked his teeth. "Oh everybody has jokes now. Aren't you gonna do something? He hit me and he had a baby with the black kid's sister."

Mitch struggled against his cousin, "Oh shut up, you whiny ass cry baby! You're lucky they're holding me!"

"Shut it, Mitch! Sandy, you get outta here and do what you said you were gonna do and I want it done tonight. If it's not done then I'm gonna do it to you."

"You got it, Uncle Vinny. I'll even get extras for you." Sandy answered with a smirk.

"I swear to God, Sandy. If you do this, I'll take you out myself. And unlike you, I'm not afraid to do it."

Vinny waved Sandy out of the bar then got closer to Mitch letting his nephews know that they could move.

"So what ... you're gonna kill your own family over these people? It's that what I just heard?"

Mitch glared at his uncle, "They're my family too."

"You mean the black girl and the black baby? Right?" Vinny chuckled.

"I mean my best friend, my girl, my daughter, all of them."

"When were you gonna tell us the good news? Our boy's a daddy now. Hey," Vinny called out, "Get him a drink. He deserves a congratulations."

Mitch huffed. "I don't want a damn drink. I'm leaving."

"No, you're not. You're gonna sit here and wait for Sandy to call. And while we're waiting you're gonna tell me why you didn't tell us."

"I'm not staying here while he's trying to kill them. I told who needed to know. Mama Rose. That's it. She loves my girl and my baby, she's gonna be pissed when she finds out."

Vinny's nostrils flaired as he grew angrier. "Mama Rose isn't here! I am! I'm in charge!"

"All you are is a placeholder while the heat dies down. She wouldn't leave this to you, Vinny. You couldn't even defend yourself from a drug addict," Mitch laughed.

"You keep it up and you'll end up dead along with your precious family, you lil bastard."

While they were going back and forth, one of Mitch's cousins sent a text to Mama Rose about what was happening. Moments later his phone rung and he stepped away to answer.

Hanna pulled up in front of her house and hopped off after killing the engine. She chuckled to herself approaching her stoop.

"Well ... well ... well ... look at my babygirl. What are you doing here this late with my baby?"

Lainey smiled bouncing her four month old daughter in her arms. "Tell your Nana that we were at home alone and your daddy wasn't answering so we thought he was here with Benny."

Hanna grabbed her grandbaby and gave her daughter her housekeys. "No, he's not here but I'm glad you two came to see me. I missed yall. Let's go in and I'll call your bug head brother, I'm sure they're together."

The three of them went inside the two story home, the older two engaging in conversation with each other.

Oliver stood in front of Candace in the chair she was tied to squinting at her. He took a moment to clean his glasses and put them back on before smacking the side of Candace's face.

"Come on, get up. I don't have all day."

Candace came to with a frantic gasp as she tried to move around.

"You might as well stop moving, you're restrained and that won't change. Now are you going to be quiet while we talk to you or do I need to tape your mouth?"

"No, don't. I just wanna know why I'm here. What's happening?" She asked fearfully.

Oliver stepped to the side as the door opened and in walked Charles. His signature smile plastered on his face.

"We met again, Ms. Young. Bet you thought you got away, didn't you?"

"Charles ... what ... what are you doing? Is this because I didn't want to come back? I'm sorry. Just let me go."

With his hands in his pockets, Charles walked a circle around the chair she sat in laughing loudly. "That's not it. Guess again, Ms. Young."

Candace sat quietly. "It's because I told you that I'm pregnant? It's the truth, I am."

"Its not about that because I know you're not."

"What? I went to the doctor. Yes, I am. Please. I'm go away and I won't bother you. Just let me and my baby go."

Again Charles laughed. "You hear that, Oliver? Just let me and my baby go," he mimicked, "When we met, I told you two things that you shouldn't have ever forgotten. Do you remember?"

Oliver stood back with an amused look on his face.

"No, you told me a lot of things. I don't know, Charles."

Charles stopped in front of her and leaned down so she could see his face. "I told you that I'm not the one to play with and there's nothing that you can do, nothing you can say and nowhere that you can go that I won't know about. That doctor told you that because I wanted her to. Wanted to see how long you'd keep it to yourself before you used the card you thought you had."

"All of this so I would come back? Are you really that delusional and crazy?"

"No, that's not it. Whether you came back on your own or forcefully you were coming back. I always make good on my favors for my friends. And this favor just so happens to be for a best friend of mine."

Candace started to move around in the chair trying to get loose. "This is about that money I took from Jim? He got you being his bitch now?"

"That's cute," he laughed, "You think that shit that you pulled with Jim is gonna work on me and you're wrong ... its not. I wouldn't piss on Jim if he was on fire."

"Then who? Who asked you to do this?"

"Aah, if I tell you then I have to kill you." He smiled wickedly at her. "Well ... I'm gonna do that anyways so I'll tell you. On a few occasions David Harrington let you know that you had no idea who you were playing games with and that he could make your insignificant life disappear just ... like ... that. And you didn't listen, you took him for a joke."

Candace started to get scared but still attempted to hide it. "Why?"

"Oliver, would you please enlighten Ms. Young with the list of offenses, please?"

Oliver stepped forward. "Gladly, sir. You extorted money multiple times, interfered and toyed with his niece, Amanda's well being, inserted his son into a murder and got his fiancé killed. And that's just what you did to Mr. Harrington."

"Thank you, Oliver," Charles said with a smile, "Now let's talk about the things you've done to other people. You screwed a friend over which caused the death of your son so you killed your son, you're the reason your brother has caused heartache in the past, you're the reason your brother almost died twice, you're too blame as to why Benny had bad blood with the Malonrs, and you're the reason you're mother almost died."

Candace bit back tears. "Why does he care about those things? They had nothing to do with David."

"Since you asked so nicely. David sees the pain you put your mother through and he doesn't like it at all. Your mother, Ms. Hanna, it's a beautiful woman and beautiful soul who didn't deserve the pile of shit you left in her lap. But he intends to clean it all up, starting with you being in Itty bitty pieces."

Oliver removed his suit jacket and picked up the electric hand saw starting it. The tears started to fall freely from Candace's eyes as she looked between both men.

"Please ... please don't do this," she sobbed "I'm sorry, I'll give the money back I'll leave them all alone."

"Sorry won't undo any of the shit you did, now will it? Oliver, she's all yours. Have fun."

"Will do, sir."

Furious, Mama Rose called Benny's phone. After speaking with her nephew she knew it was time to come out of her faux retirement to set some things straight. In that moment she didn't care about the heat on her being hot, she was going to protect those she held close to her heart above all else.

Benny looked at his phone and frowned a little before answering. "Who this?"

"Now, Benjamin, is that how you answer your phone for your Mama Rose?"

"No ma'am," he chuckled, "How you doing?"

"Oh I would be better if half of my family wasn't worthless. Where are you?"

Benny glanced up from his spot on the floor at Melissa, so was handing him a glass. "I'm at a friend's house helping her. You need me?"

"Is it the girl Veronica had Vinny go after? Is it her, Benjamin?" Mama Rose asked urgently.

"Yes ma'am and I don't even wanna know how you knew that."

"You know I know everything. Listen, you need to go to your mother's house. I'm on my way there but I don't know if I'll make it in time to stop it."

Benny frowned, "Stop what? What's going on?"Just as she got ready to answer, another call came through from mama. "This her right now calling. I'll call you back, Mama Rose." He answered her call effectively ending the previous call.

"Benjamin, baby. Where are you and that friend of yours?" Hanna asked laughing. "Your sister and niece are not happy that you're stealing him away."

"I'm not with him, Mama. I'm helpin, Melissa out. I'm bout to head that way though."

"Okay, baby and bring Melissa with you. And can you please see if you can find out where Mitch is?"

"Yes ma'am I will. Be there in a few. Love yall."

Benny finished chaging the locks quickly then he and Melissa left her house headed for his mama's house. Thankfully there wasn't much traffic so he was able to speed a bit to get there quicker. While they made their way to the house, Mitch was glaring at his uncle making a plan in his head.

"You got something you wanna say to me?" Vinny asked.

Mitch shook his head. "Nothing that I haven't already told you. You know where I stand on this."

"And you know where your family stands. There were lots of good girls that hang around here that you could've had. And you have too many cousins around here to be lookin elsewhere for friends. You're just gonna try any way you can to get away from us."

"I never wanted this. Ever. And you know that. The only reason I got as involved as I was is because your ass went and got stabbed so I had to help." Mitch fired back smartly. "You're so mad that I'm Mama Rose's favorite and she understood me not wanting to be apart of this."

Vinny grunted, "I don't give a shit about that."

"Yeah ... ya do. That's why you try do hard to find shit on me."

"You know what ... if Sandy doesn't get that broad and that baby I think I'll do it myself. And I think I'll enjoy it."

"The same thing I said to Sandy goes for you too. I'm not about to play this bullshit game with you or him when it comes to my family. I will kill you and not think twice about it. And if I don't," he smirked, "Mama Rose will. Just like I'm her favorite and she would do anything for me ... she feels the same way about those two. You harm any of us and she'll kill you."

Vinny stared at his nephew as he answered his ringing phone. He put it on speaker and sat it on the table.

"Yeah?"

"Just letting you know that we're pulling up to the house."

Mitch's blood boiled as he listened to his younger cousin talk. "You little bastard ... you better not."

"Shut up," Vinny barked, "Good. You do it and then you get your ass back here. Understand?"

Sandy agreed before getting off of the phone. One of the cousins that worked behind the bar approached their table extending the bar phone to Mitch making Vinny frown.

"What the hell are you doin?"

The cousin shrugged urging Mitch to take the phone. "Mama Rose."

Mitch took the phone and the cousin walked away. When he put the phone to his ear, he stared atvhis uncle.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Do not change your face. You keep whatever expression you have, I want him to think I'm pissed at you." Mama Rose instructed quickly.

Mitch sighed harshly, "Yes ma'am., I understand."

"Good, good. I know what's happening and I'm trying to get there and stop it."

Mitch almost broke and cheered but the sight of Vinny's smug smile kept him from doing so.

"But, Mama," Mitch started trying to act as if he was pleading. "Please, that's my baby in that house."

"And I'll make damn sure they all remain safe. But listen to me. Are you listening?"

Mitch dropped his head a bit. "I'm listening."

"If I am unable to get there before it happens and stop it, whether anyone gets hit or not, I will make sure that those involved are handled. In the event that this happens, I will let your cousins behind the bar know and they will do as instructed. Okay?"

Yes, Mama. I understand but please hear me out."

"I know, Mitch. You did good. I have to go."

The phone hung up before Mitch could say anything. The cousin came to retrieve the phone making quick eye contact with Mitch then walked off.

"Mama, can you make her a bottle while you're in the kitchen? She getting all fussy." Lainey yelled from her seat on the sofa in the living room.

"Yeah, baby but you're gonna have to bring her formula! I don't have anymore here!" Hanna yelled back.

Lainey looked through her daughter's diaper bag for the can of formula. Once she had it, she carried it and her daughter to the kitchen. Benny pulled up in front of his mother's house and quickly jumped out of the car with Melissa. He pulled her in front of him then let them into the house.

"Mama! Lainey! Where yall at?" He yelled frantically as he walked through the foyer.

Hanna laughed a little, "We're in the kitchen and stop yelling."

Benny pulled Melissa along with him, when he got to the kitchen he hugged his sister and his mama then kissed his niece's head.

Lainey stared at him strangely and laughed, "Boy what is wrong with you? You squeezing the life outta us."

"Something is going down, it's not safe." He explained quickly. "Mama Rose called to warn me. I'm sure it's about what happened earlier."

Lainey and Hanna shared a look then looked at him. "What did you do, Benjamin?"

Melissa stepped forward. "He was protecting me, Ms. Hanna. Veronica sent the Malones after me and Benny beat him up so now he's pissed."

The black van carrying Sandy and his cousins pulled up slowly in front of the two story home. Inside Sandy readied his gun but kept fumbling.

"You sure you got this? We can do it."

Sandy glared at his cousin. "I don't need help. I got this. You just sit back and watch. I'm gonna take all of them out."

Oliver finished with his task, set up the disposal and went to get cleaned up before going to meet with Charles. He met the president elect in his home office.

"I take it that it's taken care of," Charles said smoothly turning side to side in his office chair.

"Yes sir, of course. She's being disposed of as we speak."

Charles smiled. "Did you save what I asked you to save?"

"Yes sir," Oliver said proudly, "Packaged, sealed and ready to go."

"Good, good. I want to be in Savannah tonight. I like to deliver my good news in person."

Oliver nodded pulling his phone out. "I can make that happen in the next thirty minutes. If I can ask, sir. May I make a personal stop during this trip to Savannah? It won't take long."

Charles leaned back in his chair relaxing, his smile still on his face. "Somce you did such a good job, I'll allow it. What is the stop?"

"I just wanna check in on a friend of mine. She had a baby not too long ago and I haven't been able to see the baby yet."

"You got a girlfriend and a baby, Oliver? Hiding things from me?"

Oliver quickly looked up from his phone laughing, "No, sir. Of course not. Me and her have been friends for years, nothing like that. She's actually Hanna's daughter."

Charles raised a brow, "Alaina? She anything like her sister?"

"No, not at all. If she was, we wouldn't be friends. She's a good girl who doesn't take anybody's shit," Oliver laughed going back to his phone, "She is definitely her mother's child. She loved to fight growing up."

"I think I'd like to make this stop with you."

Oliver glanced at him for a moment then back to his phone. "That's fine with me, sir. But I have to warn you, she is in a relationship."

Charles chuckled. "I just wanna meet her. Nothing else."

"Yes sir of course. We will be ready to take off in about twenty minutes. I'll have a bag prepared for you. "

"Thank you, Oliver. Let Landen know you and Ramsey will be the only ones accompanying me. He is to stay here and make sure that the house gets packed up correctly."

[ravenempress101]

🐍Sleep of a Tongue Sweet Pea Au Part 2 ~Mentioned Fangs Fogarty🐍

Warnings: VERY VERY MATURE 18 And Older! dirty dirty smut, bondage, handcuffs, force, private body parts exposed, unprotected sex (wait until your married), cheating,cursing, daddy kink, hickies, chocking

Here’s part 1 *sorry for not putting it* :https://ravenempress101.tumblr.com/post/615476577834287104/warings-very-mature-18-or-older-daddy-kinkhair

hello everyone this was requested and I feel like it needed a part 2 so what if sweet pea did find out about you and fangs. here you are and I have more coming even a Hiram one somebody requested if you ever want to request something Definitely hit my ask box! I do spend time writing a lot so the requests will be up thank you and omg i’m sad this season is over but can’t wait for next season Enjoy my loves!

Y/n was struting down the stairs in her pjs. movie night at the serpents house that you and sweet pea shared were a great moment for all of you. Y/n was excited to spend the time with her two favorite men sweet pea and fangs. “I got the pizza” fangs holding up three cardboards of delicious sausage pizza pies. Y/n smiled at the food and y/n was grabbing the sodas. Then she went over toward the movie cabinets and scanned through all the films.

“I got the deserts” sweet pea saying as he held up the pan of fresh chocolate chip cookies he made. The aroma of the cookies smell like velvet. Y/n smiled at the films, she was excited to spend time with sweet pea and fangs knowing everyone has been busy with Riverdale high studies. they made her giggle with there antics.

“Which movies you guys want to see??? Bad boys are rush hour” y/n grabbing both films out the cabinet and scanning the cover as she made her eyes go toward the two boys sitting eating pizza. They both looked at each other and nodded at the one choice they both loved. “Bad boys” they laughed as they did a secret hand gesture toward themselves. Y/n nodded and smiled while rolling her eyes at the silly boys. She went over toward the player and whispered to herself “Bad boys it is”

Y/n pressing play and began to sit on the couch with her plate of pizza in her hands. The movie started 

“Omg did you see that” 

“Yes that was amazing”

Sweet pea and fangs laughing at the scene and slapping into a high five with each other. Y/n laughed at the two boys enjoying there selves. Y/n had her orbs on the movie watching and then her eyes got blurry and her lids started getting heavy. She opened them once more in a split second they started getting heavier than ever. As her breathing slowed and snores escaped her mouth she was engulfed in darkness.

“Where am I”

Y/n scanned at the evergreen trees. The wind whispering in her ear. The trees swinging in the distance. The sky flood with darkness as the stars appearing in the sky. Y/n was walking down into the forest. She staggered in her step. Her body collided with the forest floor. She started standing up but there was a familiar dark figure in front of her. It looked like fangs but in his appearance it didn’t. The moonlight came in contact with the figure. The light glisten on its face. Y/n jumped at the figure. His orbs were raven from the cornea aswell.

“No please don’t hurt me” y/n echoed to the creature infront of her. “I’m not sweetheart it’s me fangs the one you will always love” fangs grabbing you by your neck and pinching his index and thumb to your throat y/ns breath hitched into the back of her throat. Y/n coughed under him and then he captured her into a Hug. It felt like fangs was crushing her and she started screaming out of guilt for what she did.

“I’m sorry sweet pea I did it I kissed fangs I did it” Y/n scrunching up her face and squirming around trying to escape from the demon fangs. Then his slender hand guided up to your face and he tried hushing yourself.

Moments later from your out of body experience

Sweet pea starred at yourself hearing those words make his heart stab with a million knives. Then he furrowed his eyebrows at the man across from him. Then fangs avoided eye contact from sweet pea and started placing his hand on the back of his head and little droplets of seers formed on his forehead. “Go now fangs”

Sweet pea gritted his teeth as a vein popped of his jaw. Then fangs stood up and he started walking y/n heard the footsteps and y/n shot her eyes open and then began to speak. “Fangs no stay please” y/n protesting looking at fangs with hurt in her eyes. The night terror wasn’t real. Y/n knew she fucked up with her mouth. Now she would have to deal with a broken friendship and a broken lover. “I’m good bye y’all” fangs said while strutting over towards yourself giving you a kiss on the forehead for good luck and then disappearing out the door. Once fangs left sweet pea looked at yourself blanked. 

His jaw was clenched and his face appeared beat red. He stood up and started pacing around the room. Y/n wanted to hide all the sharp objects but if she made one move he might end her right there. “Oh no” y/n whispered to herself and sweet pea heard too. He continued passing and then he spat venom at her. “I heard you y/n we all heard you”

Y/n blinked back tears that were trying to come. Y/n huffed out a breath and then started defending her side of the fangs situation. “Okay look I couldn’t tell you cause I was heartbroken about it pea” y/n said while standing up from her position and coming over toward her lover. Sweet pea stepped back from her as she tried to place her soft fingers on his chest. “No you are sorry cause you got caught your whole body said it” sweet pea pointing at yourself 

“that lie must've been eating you alive to scream it out”

then he started to hold his finger in the air. His dominance over you started stepping through his body. Y/n didn’t want to know what was coming for her. Y/ns conflicts  came for her once again.

“I swear sweet pea it broke me”

Sweet pea started stalking toward yourself which each step made you feel smaller than ever. You wish the floor would swallow you whole but y/n has to deal with the consequences. He was inches away from your face. Y/n could feel his breathe brush against her cheek as he leaned toward your ear and whisper “It’s just have gotten worse for you babygirl” Sweet pea smirk plastered on his face. Then he pulled out his shine restraints and swung it in his hands. The smirk growing bigger as you protest to him “Please no”

Y/n said while holding her hands up and then sweet pea grabbed your wrists and then a quick snapped fell on the handcuffs and he locked yourself in them. Y/n scanned at sweet pea the powerful man circled yourself. “Now now should we break the bed in?” Sweet pea bringing your arms to the back of yourself and mostly dragged you to the master bedroom both of you pocessed. Y/n shook her head side to side and started proclaiming to sweet pea for her faults

“No please I’m sorry for everything I did”

“Of course you are because you're about to show it and guess what you're not going to be able to touch me either the best wish I can ask for right?”

Sweet pea spat back entering the room. He bewitched you from the cuffs and he placed you on top of his shoulder and then made his way toward the bedroom and threw yourself on the silk sheets. Y/n squirmed from him going toward the headboard “Really sweet pea” Y/n alluring trailing her eyes at sweet pea as he starts unbutton his shirt as it pooled right in front of him. Y/n could feel her heat twitch at his sculpted abs from him. She crawled back to him and started to place her hand on his board shoulder but he grabbed your hands and forced your body down.

“Yess babygirl you did it to yourself like you always do” Sweet pea placing his lips on top of your crashing his lips for his kisses. Y/ns lips were turning plump and red. Crashing your lips on top of yours with every peck, sweet pea rough palms trailed down to your stomach and tickling your love handles  then at your inside of your thick thighs and ran his finger around your thighs soften your touch under him. He started taking off your pajamas shorts. Throwing them on the floor with his pants. Then he placed his slender finger in between your slit of your baby blue panties and plunged his middle finger in your heat.

 Y/n pulled away from his lips and her mouth cleave with a shaky gasp as y/n looked down at his movement. Sweet pea gently placed kisses on your cheek and trailed his kisses down to the right side of your neck. Licking smooth circles he started biting a little and sucking on the soft spot he made. Y/n could feel the blue and purple flare up on her neck. He loved making your body spasm from him but helpless at the same time. He enjoyed the agony you placed on yourself with a push from him.

“Ughhh sweet pea your making me feel so good” Y/n grabbing his shoulder trying to pull herself on him to ride him but he captured your wrist in his rough palm and he grabbed the shiny cuffs and placed both of your hands above his head to capture yourself in his form. Y/n wasn’t going anywhere trapped underneath sweet pea. Placing his bottom lip in between his teeth and smirking. He slid off his pants and boxers exposing his hard on. Y/n could only see sweet pea starring back at herself with his darken orbs. Looking into the windows of her soul as he placed his tip on your bud rubbing smooth circles along it. 

Y/n let out a loud groan but then sweet pea decided to place his hand over her mouth just to tease her and he slowly lined up at her entrance and thrusted in her. Slowly going in and out of yourself. “Shut up or I blind fold your mouth so you won’t moan your release” Sweet pea husky claimed and then changed his position curving himself in you. Y/ns eyes rolled to the back of her head as sweet pea pounded in and out of her. Y/n felt like she was melting under his frame. He was picking up pace. His impulse gradually got more deeper and faster as he stabbed her.y/ns mouth fell open in awe of sweet pea. How he pleasures you made yourself feel so free. 

Even though you were in trouble he loved showing you love and pleasure “Sweet pea I swear I love all of you” Sweet pea leans down for a rougher kiss as he accelerates his deep impulses faster. Him reaching your G spot every time he thrusts. Y/n jolted with every ram he teased at your cervix.y/n felt sweet pea grew and grew with each rhythm thrust he placed. “Uhhhh uhhh sweet pea yes ” y/n moaned out as her high was chasing for her.y/n could feel the euphoria he gave her. It was like a gift from above. “I hate when your mine and you go off and just get used Well boo you are needed where your owned at”

When sweet pea boomed in your ear his impulse become faster but losing its structure. As his high was lacing his body he performed in and out of yourself then his last force in yourself he cleave inside yourself filling your insides up. When y/n felt his warm wet substance y/ns high came lash on her and she released on him with her orgasm washing over her body. “Ahhhh pea” Y/n panting in his ear. As he rode out your oragasm for one of many reasons you loved about him in bed. He panted and leaned down to your forehead giving yourself one single peck. Then pulling back

“Your always mine”

[peachbearies]

╰─ - ̗̀♡ ✎ Fix You (S.)

Zion Kuwonu

↳ ⊹✿ Warnings: Mature Content, Vulgar Words

   ↳ ⊹✿ Summary: Summary: Zion doesn’t like how you talk down upon yourself, so he fucks you just as hard as you hate yourself, all while looking at yourself in the mirror

   ↳ ⊹✿ Author’s note: i am not that good with smuts, haha. So if its cringe at certain parts please do excuse me and let me know how to fix it thanks. But this was an idea I said to my friend and she was like: YOU HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT DUDE! , so here it is.

   ↳ ⊹ ° .✿ Song theme:

Zion was a little agitated how you never saw the beauty you possessed inside and outside, the more he told you, the harder you denied it. Even the beanz called you beautiful. Yeah there were some here and there that wasn’t accepting of you being his girlfriend. But majority loved you. Saying Zion hit the jackpot.

But you never understood it, there are millions of breathtaking women in this world and around him that he could’ve chosen. But his heart swelled for you. Not to say you weren’t grateful for him in your life, you just always wondered why? Feeling his fingertips across your thigh your eyes dart to him, while his was already on you. “What you thinking about mamas?” Zion asks very softly

You fingertips caressing his stubble“You, just how grateful I am for you” it was an honest answer, you were grateful for him, because if it wasn’t for him you would’ve been wine drunk in someone else’s bed. Because you were starting to give up on love. Only believing in one nightstands. But Zion came along.

“Mmm, I’m grateful for you mamas” Zion Hums leaning in to kiss you softly when he pulls away you wipe the lip gloss off his lips, Zion never hated kissing you with makeup on, he actually loved it. Weirdly enough when you have makeup on he can’t resist the urge to kiss you. Right now you guys are at a dinner party for one of his friends. Everyone looked nice and elegant. Zion leans over towards your ear nibbling on your lobe “you look beautiful mamas” he whispers, his lips hovering over your ear feeling his teeth nibble on the cartilage of your ear, though it made pools swirl in between your legs, you can’t help but to think he’s only saying it cause he’s horny.

“You’re saying that to get in between my legs hm?” You joke, but beneath it all so we’re you. Zion and you have only been together six months, and yeah you’ve done it a couple of times but in the back of your mind sometimes you think that’s all he wants you for, but sometimes you don’t, because of the way he fought someone for you and it ended up being posted to the shaderoom and blasted all over Twitter. Some beanz were anger and wanted him to apologize while some defended him and called it self-defense. But not knowing it was all for protecting you and jealousy.

He got into huge trouble with his managers and record label, you felt bad for him. But he said don’t cause he was protecting you.

“Mamas, don’t talk like that, you know I love you so fucking much, I told you I’m nothing like your last boyfriend or those before,I love you for you damnit” Zion growls at the end, you squeeze your thighs together. With your lower lip in between your teeth. Zion grabs your chin moving it back towards him “I love you okay? You’re beautiful” his eyes never faltered in his sentence.

“I love you too”

After dinner Zion wanted a picture because it’s been a while since you’ve dressed up so elegantly he loves you with just his shirt on and a bun, but he also loved you in a dress and heels. Both turned him on either way. “Mamas come here let’s get a picture” he grabs your wrist pulling you back into him.

“No Zion I don’t look good right now” you wine “and I’m tired” you took your eyelashes off and majority of your lipgloss was gone between Zion stealing kisses and eating. Zion rolled his eyes handing his phone to his friend. Now Zion was getting annoyed. You laid your arm on his shoulder while his fingers latch on your thigh. After the picture on your way home Zion was fairly quite. You couldn’t help but question did you do something wrong. Usually his fingers would be matched on your thighs while he drove the both of you home, but this time it wasn’t.

Biting your lip, you look at him then back at the window, and stay looking out the window. “What is it y/n?” His voice sounded soft, but so pique

Breathing in sharply you answer“Nothing don’t worry about it, i was just thinking” you grumble, Zion stops at a red light grabbing your chin as soft as he could to force your eyes to gaze at his own.

“Talk to me” Zion pronounces each words softly, no matter how mad or annoyed he was at you, he could never disrespect you, or yell at you. That’s why everyone complains Zion treats you much more different than anyone else. He becomes soft with you. And brash with others. Most saying “spilt personality”

��Are you angry at me? You seemed like it ever since the party, did I do anything?” Your voice breaking between syllables. As much as Zion was annoyed by the things you’ve said, he can’t help but feel bad that he’s made you feel even more insecure. Grabbing your hand into his the light turns green.

“Listen y/n I’m not mad at you babygirl, I can never be mad at you, it’s just frustrating that you don’t see how I see you, damn what anyone else believes, I just want you to see you’re an exceptional beautiful woman,”

“babygirl I want you for your heart, not for your body, you’re beautiful from head to toe, I just want you to believe that, but I guess I gotta be more patient” you looked at Zion in a different light now, being in a relationship with him did make you feel insecure. It put a lot of pressure on you.

Parking the car in the driveway, Zion gets out the car first making his way over to your side to open the door for you. Something he did to get you, now it’s just a form of habit for him, even including how he opens doors for you.

Taking off your heels first chance you get Zion throws his keys in the bowl by the front door as well throwing his shoes in the corner. He looks back at you smiling upon the sight of you in a red slit glitter dress. It hugged your body in an elegant sexy way. It wasn’t too tight it too loose. You match your eyes with his giving him the same smile in return. “What are you smiling at?” Grabbing the heels from your grasp placing them next to his. Zion towers over you, caressing his exposed tattoos with your nails. “Hm?” You pester him

“Fucking christ y/n, you’re so stunning mamas” Zion swoons over you, twirling you in a circle he watches your dress follow your exact movement, beaming a bigger smile you clash into him. Zion bends his height down to press his lips onto yours. “Mm I love you so much”

“I love you more”

You guys took a shower together, and did your daily skin care routine, Zion wrapped his arm around your shoulder taking a picture of the both of you with face masks on. Posting it to his story. Washing it off while Zion stayed on his phone texting whomever or replying to comments. Patting dry your face you brush your teeth. “I swear mamas, I feel lucky as hell to have you” Zion kisses your temple

“Hm, what are you up to Huh?” You joke, Zion smacks your ass making you throw water at him, Zion attempts to wash his face mask off, but you keep splashing water on him. After his many pleas you eventually stop, grabbing your phone from the counter to post your pictures of you and Zion. Looking at the comments under his post, a lot of negative comments but mixed with positive.

Zion looks up at you seeing your facial expression has changed, looking at the reflection in the mirror he knew what you were doing. “Mamas, please pay that no attention okay?” Zion grabs your phone, seeing your tongue poking on your cheek.

“You know what Zion, what if they’re right? You could absolutely do better, what’s so good about me? Like all the other guy’s girlfriends are so pretty and they accept them, but me.. I’m just not the perfect candidate” you ramble, Zion pulls you in front of him, looking at you in the mirror.

“You know what I see in you? I see underlying beauty, I see grace, a woman that would do anything to make me happy, even if it was something she hated, because she knew if I was smiling, that was enough for her” Zion kisses your neck softly trailing down to your collarbone. “I see a woman that’s so independent,she makes her money and stays to herself, she’s super classy, you’d never catch her throwing hands unless she had too, she’s so book smart I learn something new from her everyday”

Zion rubs circles on your stomach his other hand wrapping around your neck “shes always nasty in the sheets, and she’ll never tell anyone what goes on in her life, because she builds in silence, that’s the type of women I’m attracted too, that’s everything I found in you babygirl” he knew that word always made you weak in the knees. His fingertips stopping just above your pelvis bone. “And I’m going to show you that woman” his lips comes close to your ear mumbles. Grabbing your hand the both of you waltz into your shared bedroom. Sitting you on the bed, his frame sits behind you.

Zion turns your head directly towards your mirror that’s angled in the corner. “You see her? She’s so divine” Zion’s slender fingers slowly making his way to your pelvis bone your breath rapidly leaving your throat, your ears starts to flame up by the sensation he’s giving you, and he’s barely even touched you. “hmm, she’s so beautiful, so starry” he spreads your legs open lifting “his shirt” up to your stomach “not wearing anything under hm?”, his fingers dipping in between your folds, while your chest heaves up and down. Ever so slightly touching the spot you needed him the most, just barely grazing it. His plumped lips kissing your jawline.

“Look at yourself mamas” Zion kisses on your skin, opening your eyes, you see Zion’s fingers disappearing in between your legs. Whimpering for him to do something, anything. Your thoughts are interrupted by him sliding his fingers in you, gasping at the slow sensation you feel yourself sliding away from him. But Zion wraps his arm around your shoulder. His slender thumb rubbing your bud while his fingers fill you up. You couldn’t dare to keep your eyes open but you tried, and everytime you would close them Zion was stop, almost like he was edging you.

Letting out a prolonged cry as you reach your edge, Zion cups your chin directing your eyes at your reflection. “Look at this beautiful woman in front of me, and she’s all mine, she’s in love with me, you wanna come? Hm?” He teases on your skin.

A broken yes leaves your choked throat, Zion smirks pulling you closer to him while you completely shatter in his arms. Your legs trembling to close but he holds them open letting you ride out your second orgasm. Zion slowly pulls his fingers out, as your body is blazing up to your earlobes by his actions. Lazily your head lays on his shoulders. You hate to admit it but the more you look at yourself, the more those insecurities faded. You started to see how Zion cared for your body. Caresses every stretch mark on your things, ignoring the minimal scars you had.

It made you feel better, that the person you were with acknowledges that your scars and marks exist, but they treat them as if they had feelings of their own and that was Zion. Lifting you up Zion hovers over you, laying kisses over your shoulders, neck , trailing down your stomach. Finally nibbling on your inner thighs, the pool stirring up in between your legs again. Sinking your head into the silk sheets you feel one of his hands clamp with yours, the other hand grabbing purchase of the sheets. His tongue filling up your slit, lapping up your juices that spilled out, his eyes watching your whole body unravel before him.

The way your nerves responded to every stimulation of his touch, Zion noticed a change in you today, you were being more vocal, more relaxed. This time you made it about you, and how you feel. Not just him, and boy did he love it. Feeling him slurp you up and down made your toes curl on his shoulders while your back raised from the sheets. Choking his name out, his sly smirks speeds through your wetness. Sliding his fingers in, the palm of his hand hits your clit. Opening your eyes again, Zion is hovering over you his jawline in between your hands.

“I’m coming—I’m coming” you whimper to him. Zion smiling bigger than he’s even done with you, “pretty girl, cum all over my fingers” your eyelashes touching your eyelids, as you shake against his body, your nails digging into the scattered ink on his arms. Breathing was inventible in this current moment. Choked out cried escaped your lips while Zion’s eyes drowning in love for you.

Slipping his fingers out he brings them to his tongue savoring the taste of you, looking directly at him chills run down your spine Zion’s whole attitude feels so brand new, “taste as good as you look mamas” Zion mumbles, you fiddle with the strings on his sweatpants to drop them at his ankles. Only to have him pin you down on the bed, your ass facing him. His hand collided with your ass making you squeal and giggle. It was new, but you liked it, way to much, Zion’s hands grip your waist letting his length settle inside of you. Rolling your eyes as he fills you up, your teeth gripping on the sheets. Your stomach arching towards the sheets.

“Fuck...” is all you could say, Zion dips into you deeper, your legs vibrating at his length. He turns your head to look directly at the mirror, seeing his broad shoulders leveling with yours. “Now, imma fuck you as hard as you hate yourself” Zion reassures you in your ear, his fingers securely wrapping around your throat. You just knew, tomorrow you weren’t going anywhere. But needless to say, you didn’t mind it. One thrust collided into your body, jolting you a little forward, but Zion pulls you back. Zion continues to pound into you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Your mouth open agate but nothing comes out for his ears to listen. Your eyes couldn’t look at the mirror.

But you were trying to keep your focus on the mirror, just when you thought he couldn’t go deeper he proved you wrong, crashing his body into yours, and holding it there just made your whole body shiver. A short gasp followed by choked moans came out. His agitation letting out on you,Zion’s eyes drawing in your lust. Continuing his pace the movement of his hips began to shake the headboard against the wall, as you let out a series of vulgar words, Zion grips your neck placing your head on his shoulder, your fingernails creating crescent moons on his forearm. Lower lip in between your teeth, as you prepare for your next climax. “Come for me baby come again” Zion growls in your ear. Zion going harder on you, hearing the sounds of sticky skin colliding into one another. His growls filling the air because you were silent.

The bed began to shake like your body, a frenzy. Your voice bouncing up and down by the vibrations, “oh my god..” you spoke for the first time, feeling the knot on your stomach you clench the sheets in your fists. Zion thrusting you hard to hit your weak spot, then holding it there as you let go all over him. Your face falling down in the silk sheets. Trying to catch your breath. Every little touch made you twitch. Zion sliding himself out made you so jittery. You felt like you were paralyzed. Zion grabs you by the waist placing you on your back. Putting your legs on his shoulders. His length filling you up again. “Oh my god...”

Instantly the air leaves your throat with your hands ready to dig in his arms again. Zion knew exactly what he was doing, he knew you weren’t good at eye contact, but today he was breaking that habit. While breaking you at the same time. Zion dips down to kiss you ultimately making your ankles touch your shoulders, he holds them there to dominate you harder. Slowly he teases you forcing you to look at him he removes one hand placing it on you neck with no added pressure. Zion making sure to close the gap, your walls tightening around him, feeling him twitch inside of you was enough to put you over the edge. Zion kept going overstimulating you into another orgasm.

Thrusting into you harder he brings two fingers in your mouth letting you suck them, pulling them out after you coat them, his fingers move on your clit at the same level of his hips.

Making audible squeaks while he rearranged your guts, y’all bodies smacking together creating the ultimate harmony of groans and moans. Feeling another knot form , Zion’s pace begins to decrease. “Pretty girl, let it out on me, come on baby” Zion growls his lips stamping kisses on your neck, while you hold his jawline in your hands, moaning ten time louder than before in his ears. Zion loved to hear you be vocal. And couldn’t wait to do it again.

Both of your orgasms sneaking up on, Zion stops himself from coming in you by bringing you head up to his length, shooting his essence down your throat, your tongue ever so slightly grazing his tip, you can’t help yourself but to swirl your tongue all around his tip, being greedy you took a small percentage of his manhood in your mouth. His fingers pumping you to bring your climax out. Shaking around his frame you grab his wrist in overwhelming sensation. Laying your head back in the sheets as you twitched at his fingers leaving your sensitive womanhood. Swallowing down his cum, you just stare at the man who showed you how beautiful you are. And dared if you said it again. Makes you wanna use it as a weapon against him.

But you feel Zion pulling your legs towards his face; your stomach already dropping “Zion I don’t think I can take anymore” You weakly reply, but Zion says nothing instead he licks you up, your body jumping from every flick of his tongue. Removing his tongue from your warmth. He kisses your inner thighs. “let me taste you one last time mamas,” he mumbles dipping his tongue back into your sensitive warmth, as much as you wanted to say no, your moans said other wise. It felt too good, and you felt greedy for letting it happen, but you’ve never had sex like this. With Zion sex was very unpredictable. But it was passionate too.

His lips sucking on your clit automatically made your fingers reach for his dreds, what really surprised you, was now Zion flipped you over and you were sitting on his face. Hands against the headboard. “Zion—” your words fall flat by the sensation of him slurping you up, your legs feeling like jello. “Oh shit...” you mutter, you began to ride his face with his tongue padding over your slit. Hearing the sounds of your wetness on his tongue made you want him even more. Picking up your pace, zions fingertips squeezing into your thighs to further hold you down.

Riding his face faster, your moans became nothing but panted breaths, your body getting warmer by the second. “I’m coming—” you announce. Your legs begging to close but Zion holds them open. Trying to lift yourself off his face you tug on his dreds. Groaning between your lower lip in your teeth. Zion moving tongue inside of you rounding another orgasm on you. Finally Zion stops softly laying down on the bed on your back. His lips glistening in your juices. Slurping the rest of you up, “mmh, Zion—” he shushes you with a kiss on your lips.

Zion removes himself from the bed to get a warm cloth to clean you up, your clit still sensitive, you flinch by every touch. Zion just softly giggling, “it just strokes your ego huh?” You spoke softly

“Makes me happy to know only I can get you like this, your exes were trash” Zion mumbles, getting in the bed with you, your head on his chest, his arms around your middle. “Feel beautiful now?” Zion kisses your forehead.

“Mhm” you mumble feeling your eyes weighing in on you, “you’re the only man, that has made me came more than once in a row, you make me feel special thank you” you kiss his chest, sending a sensory to his brain that he falls in love with you deeper.

“God I love you so much” Zion whispers in your hair, his fingertips caressing your skin. “I love you more, and I do feel beautiful”

[supercorpkid]

Freaky Friday.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2325.

Your moms are amazing. They’re like your best friends. You can tell them anything and you probably know more about their stuff than you’d like. Still, they are moms. And moms don’t always agree with everything that their kids do. They don’t always understand – like really understand – what’s going on in your life or the things you go through as a teen. No matter how hard they try, or how immature one of them might be – cof cof Kara Danvers cof cof -.

Somedays they don’t understand that you’d rather sleep the day away instead of waking up at 7 on a Saturday to go to the farmer’s market with them. Or that you’d rather go out with your girlfriend and cousin instead of playing board games with them on a Friday night. They just don’t understand you as much as you’d like them to.

And that gives you a crazy idea. What if people just felt what others were feeling? What if when people were fighting you could just point a little device at them, so they would all understand each other's intentions and the fight would just stop? What if you could make the world have empathy?

It takes you a while, but you don’t give up. The thought of having just a little device that could bring such a noble feeling into light, it drives you to work nonstop on it.

“Baby, I’m done for the day.” Lena walks in your lab. You’re face-buried into work you don’t even hear her. She makes her way towards you, and you only notice her when she holds your head on both sides and kisses the top of your head. “Hey, baby.” Lena says softly on your head. “Let’s go home.”

“Oh, um, can I meet you back home? I’m not done.” You say, still too focused on what’s in front of you. Lena sighs, looking tired.

“I had such a long day.” She complains, pulling up a chair next to you, and taking off her heels. “I just want to go home, my love. Can’t you finish that tomorrow?”

“Not really.” You put your protection goggles back on and use your welder on the device. “You can leave. I’ll catch up.” You yell, through the noise.

“And how exactly are you getting home, not-Superkid?” She asks with another sigh. You finish closing the shell and you look at her.

“I’ll walk. Take the bus. Have momma come pick me up.”

“Or-” She takes the device off your hands. “You ride back home with me and come back tomorrow after school to finish this.” You open your mouth to argue, but she cuts you off. “Not another option. Just the single one you have. You have to eat, sleep, and do your schoolwork. Come on.”

“See, you’re the reason why I need to finish this device.” You mumble and she raises her eyebrows at you. You reach for the device, and she holds it out of your reach, studying it.

“And what exactly is this?”

“It’s, I don’t really have a name for it yet. But it’s to make other people feel what you’re feeling. An empathizer, if you will.”

“Oh.” Lena narrows her eyes at you. “Are you saying I don’t have empathy for you? So, me caring about your health and rest is not empathy, huh?” You shrug your answer. “How about you not having empathy for me when I say I’m exhausted, and I need to get home right away?”

“I do! That’s why I’m telling you to leave.” You defend yourself.

“Is that so?” She doesn’t look convinced. “Ok, I’m sold. I want you to understand the amount of pain in my back and on my feet right now, so go on. Finish up.”

Ok then. You make a little change here and there, finish building up the structure and no longer than 30 minutes later you have the device ready.

“Ok, ready to feel what I’m feeling?” You ask pointing the device at her.

“Only if you’re ready for back pain.” She agrees, and you press the button.

“Well, I don’t feel anything.” You hear your voice, and you snap your eyes open at that. You didn’t say anything. Oh, no.

“Mom?” You ask and hear Lena’s voice coming out. Oh, no.

“OH, COME ON!” You look at your body getting up from the chair, but you’re just an outsider looking at it from afar. It’s the weirdest feeling you ever felt. You look at your hands, legs, and shoes. Yep, you’re definitely inside Lena’s body right now. “I just came back from being a teen.” She cries out and you flinch.

“It’s ok. It’s not alien tech, I can just undo this.” You grab your device again and look at it, trying to think.

“Well, I mean, it does feel nice to not feel any pain.” She smiles doing a little weird dance.

“You’re being weird.” You laugh at her, because it’s not always that Lena decides to be weird. You like it. Even if it’s actually your body doing the weird dance.

“I am in my daughter’s body, so I think I’m allowed to.” She studies herself, your body, for a few seconds. She looks up to you, clearly confused. “I’m starving.”

“Oh yes. That’s like a permanent feeling. You’ll get used to it.” You wave her off with your hand. It’s true, you’re always hungry. It doesn’t matter how much you eat, five minutes later it’s like you haven’t eaten all day.

“I hate it.” She complains with her hands over the stomach.

“Well, my back is killing me and who wears heels all the time? Would you die if you wore sneakers to work, someday?”

“AHÁ!” She points at you, victoriously. “See, I told you! Aren’t you just dying to get home?”

“Maybe.” You mumble under your breath, and she puts her hands on your shoulders.

“Don’t mumble, baby. I have super hearing. It’s useless.” She smiles, a little too happy to say that, and you sigh. “You know, I would not hate having this body for another day. But go on, change us back. I know you can’t handle the pain.”

“Excuse me?” You furrow your eyebrows at the challenge. “You think I can’t go a day looking this pretty?” You point at her face -that is yours now- and you see her cheeks getting flushed at the compliment. “As if! You’re the one who can’t handle being me.”

“Being a young superhero whose only job is to go to school? Baby, please. I would kill to be you.” Lena says and it’s out of your mouth before you can even think twice.

“Well, well, well. It looks like you got yourself a bet.” You raise your hand at her, looking smug about it. No way in hell Lena can be you. Not even for a day. “First one to quit has to say that the other one has a harder life and try to make it easier, every time possible.”

“Deal.”

“Wait.” You don’t hold her hand yet. “For it to be actually fair, you have to live my actual life.” She raises one eyebrow at that. “You have to be Superkid.”

“I thought Superkid didn’t exist anymore.”

“Yeah, well. I almost died three hundred times when I was in the body you’re in now. We have to put that into consideration for it to be fair, don’t we?” It’s your time to raise an eyebrow, and you give her a little smirk. Now you’ve got her, she won’t say yes to being a superhero.

“Still.” Lena has her hand up and you hold it. “You’ve got yourself a deal, babygirl. Let’s see you try to survive L Corp with no powers at all.”

“Let’s see you try to survive high school while being a Luthor.” You give her a wicked smile to which she almost shivers.

“Are we telling Kara?”

“Yes, please. I’m not kissing her. That would be gross.”

“Oh, I-I didn’t think this through.” You can see Lena’s mind wheels spinning while she considers the bet and what she’s giving up on.

“Too late. Our deal is on.” You grab her car keys with a smile. “Let’s go home. I need to put my feet up.”

“Oh, you’re not lasting a day.” She mumbles while leaving the lab, and you look back at her confused.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Nevermind.” You study her face turning into a devilish smile when she realizes she can get away with lots of stuff by using her powers.

“Ok, don’t abuse it now.” You complain, getting into the elevator to go to the car. It’s only when you’re staring at Lena’s car with the keys in your hands, that it hits you. “Wait, I-I don’t really know how to drive in the city.”

“And I can’t drive with your body because you don’t have a driver’s license.” Lena says and you agree with your head. “Call your momma.”

You just text her that you need a ride, and less than five minutes later she lands next to both of you in the parking lot.

“Oh, hey love.” Kara comes closer ready to kiss you, and you panic so hard the only thing you can do it’s to yell after pushing her face away from yours.

“GROSS! Get off of me.” You duck, making Kara furrow her brows at you.

“What did I do?” You look at your momma, who looks so offended that she might cry because Lena refused to give her a kiss. Poor Kara.

“Explain it to her! You’re me!” Lena says -in your body- making Kara even more confused.

“What is happening?”

“I’m her and she’s me.” You try. She still doesn’t get it, that’s when it comes to you. “We’re Freaking Friday right now.”

“WHAT!” Kara yells in shock. “But that’s our thing!”

“How is that our thing? We never once Freaked Friday before.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Lena asks, interrupting your conversation with Kara. “It’s not even Friday.”

“What? No, it’s-” You look at her, confused. “It’s Freaky Friday.”

“Yeah, well, what the hell is Freaky Friday, then?” Lena asks and Kara looks back at her in shock.

“Yep, you two are definitely switched right now.” She smiles and you agree with your head giving her the car keys.

You make your way to the backseat and stare at Lena for a second while you two wonder what to do.

“You go-”

“I’ll sit-”

“Cool.” You go to the front seat with a smile. “I’m the grown-up now.”

“Yes, you are!” Kara agrees, messing with your hair, and it’s Lena who responds.

“Hey, don’t do that. You know my hair is temperamental.” She complains and Kara looks at both of you a couple of times.

“Oh, boy. This is gonna be fun.” She says looking anything but excited about this. “So, how exactly did this happen? Did you guys look into each other's eyes and say, ‘I wish I were you’?”

“No, because that’s ridiculous.” You answer and Kara looks at you next to her, looking very stung by what you said. “I made a device so you could feel what the other person was feeling. It wasn’t intentional for us to literally change bodies, but I guess that was the only way I could feel this terrible back pain mom was feeling.”

“Right. And for me to be starving all the time.” Lena complains in the back. “Can we stop to get some food before going home?”

You smile wickedly at yourself before saying, “We have food at home-” Then you turn your face to her with a playful smile. “Babygirl.”

“Ugh.” Lena rolls her eyes at you. “I didn’t know that’s how you were feeling, ok?”

“See.” You look at Kara. “It’s already working!”

“I see.” She shakes her head agreeing. “And you couldn’t undo it?”

“Actually, I could’ve if I had tried. But there’s a bet going on here, so-”

“So, you two are betting to see who lasts longer?” Kara asks, getting agreeable nods and hums from both of you. She looks to the backseat furrowing her brows at Lena. “And I’ll have to suffer and not kiss you for as long as this lasts?”

“Umm, yes.” Lena agrees, touching Kara’s arm. “Don’t worry, honey. Your daughter won’t last a day in my shoes.”

“I will!” You slap Lena’s hand away from Kara’s biceps -because you know what comes next, and it’s your body she’s in-. “I’ll just change your shoes.”

“It’s an expression.” Lena furrows her brows at you.

“And I made a pun with it.” You put your feet up the car’s glove compartment. “Deal with that.”

“Hey, take your feet off of there.”

You don’t miss a beat when you look back at her. “Excuse me? It’s my car, baby. I can put my feet up wherever I want.”

Kara parks outside your house, and you see Lena running inside the house, leaving you and Kara behind. She opens the door fast, and you see the handle coming off on her hand. You and Kara look at each other.

“You know what? This might actually be good for us kryptonians. She’ll see how hard it is to control ourselves sometimes.” Kara says and you agree with your head.

“I heard that!” Lena yells from inside the house. “I’ll learn how to use the powers; you’ll see.”

You walk inside the house and watch her devouring an entire sandwich in one bite. “I wonder how many times you’ll get grounded before you learn it, though.”

“You’re way too full of yourself.” She narrows her eyes at you, making yet another sandwich. “Let’s wait until tomorrow when you actually have to be me, to see if you’ll still be this smug about this bet.”

“And you’ll have such a fun time in high school tomorrow, babygirl.” You say ironically.

“Oh, boy.”

[blkgirlcafe]

Mine

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About: Camila, Flo girlfriend is upset at him for the attention he shows fan accounts on instagram.

Word Count: 1,262

TW: Smut, Kink, Daddy Kink, Rough Sex

“Whateva take yo ass to the gym.” Camila rolled her eyes at him. 

“Oh so you upset?” Florian asked, setting his gym bag on the floor. 

“I’m not shit, go do you.” Camila finished sectioning her hair. Wash day was the worst but necessary as a black woman. 

She watched Florian pick up his bag and walk out, slamming the door behind him. 

“Who the fucks go to the gym at 5oclock in the evening. Shit dont even make sense.” you say to yourself. 

When you met Flo two years ago you knew he was a gym freak. But he never started a work out this late and part of you thought that maybe he was seeing someone else. He never gave you a reason to think that, but he has been trending lately online due to his boxing career really taking off. You had seen all the fan accounts that followed him and constantly posted his thirst traps, calling him Daddy and Big Nasty, the same names you called him in private. 

“Fuck!” you said in frustration, why did you start your hair so late you thought. 

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You were curled up on the couch when he finally came back in the door, carrying the signature odor of sweat. Your favorite show, Bob's Burgers, played on the screen. 

“Hey baby.” Flo attempted to bend down and give you a kiss. 

You swerved it. 

“Still Upset.” Flo stood to the side waiting on you to respond. 

Camila checked her phone, it was damn near midnight, you rolled your eyes and continued watching tv. 

“Khorosho (fine)” he mummerted. 

You heard him enter yall bedroom and start the shower. You sighed, you were upset, but not with him, with his fans. She turned the TV off and went to the bedroom, grabbing his gym bag on the way, he always left it by the door, always. You threw it into the closet. His shower was quick, stepped out in nothing but a towel. 

You admired the giant before you. At 6’4 Flo easily towered over you, his chest double the size of a normal man. His body sometimes defied science, especially when he was in the ring. 

“Still not talking detka(baby) ?” he asked as he moisturized his beard. 

She rolled her eyes and went to her side of the bed, pulling the covers back, making sure her special pillow with the silk case was fluffed. 

“Fuck Camila! You have been ignoring me all damn day, the least you can do is tell me what I did wrong.” He turned towards you clearly agitated. 

Fine he wanted to know, he could see. You opened instagram and went to the post you had bookmarked. A random fan blog had tagged him in a shirtless selfie with the title, “Can't wait for Big Nasty next fight, Daddy always wins.” and he had commented, “Soon love.”

“This speaks for itself Flo, stop feeding these thirsty hoes.” 

“My Manager says I need to be more personal with fans, the more people that support these fights, the bigger my purse, the more likely I am to get endorsed you know that baby.” he defended himself. 

“Whateva, since she is your Love, you can go sleep with her tonight.” 

“So you are really mad that I called her love, when I call everyone that. You know my names for you baby, malyshka (babygirl), printsessa (Princess) and when you are being like this, otrod'ye (brat). As far as these fan blogs go, I am trying to further my career, I want to take care of you baby.” 

Flo crossed the room to you, only taking two strides with his long ass legs. 

“For me Flo, can you not call them pet names.” you looked up at him. Tried to resist how good he smelled, or how his chest was still slightly wet, and definitely tried to resist the bulge growing behind the towel. 

“For you anything baby.” He bent down and gave you a kiss. 

“Also why the fuck did you work out so late?” 

“Because you were ignoring me and I couldn't take it, I needed to let some steam off. I didn't want to fight with you. Even though I do like when you're jealous, you know all this belongs to you, you have my heart camila.” He gestured at himself. 

“All of it?” She asked as she tugged at the towel. 

“All parts of Big Nasty are yours.”  He pulled the towel and threw it on the floor. Camila ran her hands through his soft beard, then down to his chest. 

“Take this off.” He growled. 

“Ok Babe.” You barely got out, he forced his tongue into her mouth. 

Flo quickly pulled off her shirt, her cotton shorts next. 

“Bend over, don't even ignore me like that again, you got a problem you talk to me.” 

He lightly spanked your ass, sending a small jolt through you. 

“Do you understand?” one hand gripped your asscheek as the other lightly raced your lips. 

“Yeah.” You moaned.

“Just yeah, you calling someone else Daddy now?”

You smiled, that man loved to be called Daddy.

“I understand Daddy.” you moaned as two fingers entered you, you were already dripping wet for him. 

“horoshaya devushka (Good Girl)” he muttered as he got on his knees and put his face right into your pussy. His tongue lapped up all that juices that had already accumulated from his fingers, before he circled your sensitive clit. 

“Fuck Baby.” you moaned out.

Flo smacked your ass harder, “Daddy Only.” He shoved his tongue back into your pussy not wanting to miss a drop of you. 

You chased your first orgams with the sheets balled in your hands, one of Flo long arm reaching up to play with your nipple. 

“I need you Daddy, now.” 

“Tell me exactly what you want.” He always had to hear it. Hear what you wanted, your desire, you need. 

“I want you inside me Daddy, now.” 

“So demanding detka.”  He slid all 8 thick inches into you. He stayed still as you quivered around him, already on your second orgasm. 

“I love you baby and no groupies will come between us, I promise. I am yours, this body, heart, soul all yours, this dick is yours too.” 

Flo gripped your hips hard as he began to pump into you, slow, long strokes at first. You always needed time to adjust to his thick dick inside you. 

After a while he sped up, fast, hard strokes that sent your breast bouncing as you pushed back against him. 

“Ohh Daddy.”  You tried to bite your lip to keep from being too loud.

“I wanna hear it all baby.” He pulled you up, gripping your neck, as you bonuched against him, “I want it all princess.” 

Flo pulled up and flipped you over, on your back, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he got on top of you. You loved doggy, but missionary was different with Flo. He spit into your mouth as he pounded into you. 

“Fuck!” he growled as he released deep inside you. 

You let him rest his weight on top of you, all 245 pounds. It made you feel safe, comforting. 

You two fixed yourself so you were actually under the covers and cuddling. 

“You have me for the rest of your life baby.” he whispered against your hair.

“I think I can deal with that.” you smiled and cuddled against his chest. 

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$OLD | KIM TAEHYUNG one shot

Pairing: [mafia leader] taehyung × reader

Trigger warnings: mentions of drugs/guns/rape( but not really¿)/ dirty talk / psychotic taehyung.

Word count: 2144

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A/N: I swear I'm not a psychopath

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Working late at night has it's perks or maybe just to you it was a blessing.

you didn't have to face a messed up step father when he's drunk, high on toxins and out of his mind, and you don't have to hear your mother yelling at him for harassing you, again.

Not like he would stop if she did, he didn't care, he would push your mother out of the room and he would come back to your bedroom and he would lock the door and continue to abuse you, hurt you, each time it was different depending on the day.

You never knew why he did what he did, so you just let him do what he wanted and walk out ,you learned the hard way that if you say or do something or push him away you'll end up with broken bones and a lot of bruises and scars, funny enough you rather have bruises and scars rather than having a broken limb.

broken limb meant no work and no work meant you're available to your messed up stepfather to do as he please 24/7 and that's the last thing you wanted to grant him.

Ever since your mother got married to that lunatic you never been the same you became weaker, sad as ever and lost all hope in life, you worked for the local bar as a bartender to pay for the small apartment you live in and to put food infront of

your mother,even though you're young you learned mixing drinks fast you knew which tastes better and which were too strong you had to try the drinks before you served any.

Which lead you to be drunk at the end of the day most times.

Most of your drunk nights ended up in

you being unconscious behind the building naked from the waist down sometimes fully naked depending on how shitty the guy you were with the night before.

Strangers having their way with you was a hell lot better than your stepfather.

__

One night a man walked through the doors like he owns the place, suite and tie,clean face long dark hair, basically the guy was drenched in money and glory, and not to mention awfully young around your age maybe a year or three older,he had two guards on each side of him as he walked through and took a seat right in front of the bar, where you were working.

You raised your brows questionly usually rich men would sit in the booths far away from the bar that was decorated with bright colored lights so they could deal and do their dirty work privately or it would definitely be evident to everyone and men like him usually have women around him to entertain them as they sip on beverages that makes them forget reality and do whatever they want without the mind controlling their movements, not to mention this part of town was poor as hell he definitely wouldn't get that type of luxury here, middle class men and under do come here drink what they ordered and go on with their lives.

Nonetheless a job is a job and you had to do as you're told.

"good evening" a fake smile was planted on your face as you greeted the man "what would you like to drink?" He smirks as he placed his hands on top of each other on the wooden surface as he looks at you, almost analyzing you, licking his lips then he spoke "vodka"

You smiled and turned your back to him you grabbed the vodka bottle and a glass then you placed the glass infront of him and poured the liquid in and placed a lime on top and moved the glass closer to the man's hands, still offering a smile.

You went back to wiping the table, still suspicious as to why he was sitting here, of all places..you shrugged it off and decided not to pay much attention to it anymore thinking nothing of it and pushed it to the side focusing on work instead then you heard him ask "you're Christopher's step daughter aren't you?" He glanced at you still the smirk was there mocking you.

You titled your head, your eyes were glossy the mention of your stepfather's name obviously terrified you but nonetheless you answered "yes I am" sadly you wanted to add, trying your hardest not to show how much you despised that man that was your stepfather.

a million questions raced through your mind after his abrupt question you never talked about him to anyone, you didn't even know anyone you could talk to, but you figured to start with the easy questions and work your way up, you stopped wiping the table and looked him in the eyes "and you are?" You thanked the gods that your voice came out strong and clear.

The man infront of you smiled then he downed the last bit of what was left in his glass "Taehyung" he smiled at you "Kim taehyung" he winked "what about you sweetface?"

"_____" you mutter and he smiled "beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he remarks as a red hue coverd your cheeks and you looked away, you weren't used to sweet talk..not from guys around your age at least.

Taehyung signaled for his guards at the snap of his fingers and they went away..slightly but it was enough space for him to talk to you without being interrupted.

knowing his guards they get a bit overprotective and he didn't want to scare you off knowing that you lived with someone like Christopher for years was enough for him to know that you were troubled, and you would be defensive and the talk he wants to have with you is going to trigger a reaction out of you that his guards would definitely point a gun or two at.

He sighed and leaned forward taking a better look at your face, you watched him with wary eyes, slightly afraid of how the hell did he know Christopher? Your stepfather was definitely not on this man's level, this man is everything your stepdouche wasn't; Young, rich and powerful.

Why would he stoop so low unless Christopher fucked up which appears in this case;he definitely has.

"You see,______ I run a business...some would say it's deadly, which it is, but not from my end" he smiles as he starts to sweet talk the clueless girl "I'm a mafia leader" as he said that you can't believe how nonchalnet he was speaking these words like he was talking about his favourite color, your eyes definitely popped out of their sockets if you were afraid before now you were terrified, slightly shaking in your cheap boots.

"Your stepfather took a little too much candy that he couldn't pay for..." you knew exactly what type of 'candy' taehyung was talking about drugs you saw it on the tables at home before you wiped them clean, you saw him line up the powder and stuffing it in his nostrils before he made his way to your bedroom,it made you sick.

But it's not like you could have stopped him or done something.

He spoke again breaking you away from your trance "He kept promising he would pay up but as you can see darling..he never did" he licked his lips "so instead I made a deal with him" he says way too cheerfully, adjusting his collar while he sent you a smirk.

Your body was shaking with anticipation? Nervousness? You wiped your hands on the back of your jeans you didn't realize you were sweating so much you placed your hair behind your ears as if somehow that will help you understand better, which was a habit of yours "what kind of deal?" You ask afraid of the answers yet you braced yourself to hear the worst.

And it definitely looks bad for you.

He chuckled "the stupidest one baby" he chuckled louder "your stepfather is so stupid" he shakes his head, you felt his gaze change to lust the seriousness in his eyes vanished completely, you swallowed as you feel your heart drop.

And the pet names he gave you weren't helping your fragile state, it almost lured you in but not quite.

There's no way you're letting your guard down "He is messed up but he's not stupid I know he isn't" you didn't know why you were defending him as if somehow that would scare the mafia boss off, hell to him it was so adorable and he's anything but scared of you, taehyung was amused at your response.

"Oh?"He laughed and stood up from the stool leaning closer to you the only thing that was separating you from him was this bar.

He bit his bottom lip as he looked up and down on you like you were a tasty dish that he couldn't wait to devour and boy he is starving "oh yeah?" He smirks "he sold you to me babygirl"

You stared at him astonished,'he's drunk' you thought 'he is not thinking straight..he's lying' deep down inside you knew it would take a lot more than one glass of vodka to get this man drunk out of his mind you're trying to convince yourself that it's not true that there's no way your stepfather would sell you to pay up his debts.

You didn't think he would be this fucked up

But then again Christopher didn't think it's messed up to try and sleep with you; his step daughter, so selling you definitely was okay to him, you felt disgusted by him you always been but this? It definitely takes the cake and was the cheery on top of it all.

"Babygirl why the long face hmm? I knew that pig has been hurting you, it was my idea that he sells you..to me" he chuckles, your insides went up in flames you were so embarrassed and hurt and terrified you never felt this way ever, every bad emotion you could ever feel was hitting and jabbing you at once "I'd treat you so much better angel" he purrs.

"You're no different you're just as mental as he is" you spit, tears slowly run on your face, taehyung killed and tortured many he ruined lives by selling drugs to men like Christopher and worse, and he won't ever stop, it's his job and if he's capable of doing all of that surely he is capable of making your life a miserable living hell when you leave with him tonight.

Taehyung's face softens and he reaches forward wiping away your tears pitying you almost, you turned your head pressing your lips in a line trying to ignore the taste of your tears,taehyung didn't know much about emotions so he couldn't understand why you were crying, he wasn't going to kill you! Not now at least.. he thought.

'she should be thankful that I didn't shoot her right then and there at least that counts for something' he thought he's sure you're a pleasure to your stepdad and there's nothing more he loved than riding people of what they loved the most. You shouldn't be afraid of him he thought to himself.

Although firing his gun was a pleasure he didn't feel elsewhere and something he won't ever give up,his guns were everything to him,

Watching the life leave his opponent eyes was euphoric it made him feel like a hero almost.

"Don't cry babydoll" he coos as you close your eyes defeated,his hand creassing your cheek softly he kept smiling to reassure you that everything will be fine but that's so far from reality.

God the fun he's going to have with you is making him hard and he barely touched you, he can't imagine how you're going to feel around his dick or how sweet you taste.

He thinks to himself you're the overly sensitive type which turned him on massively, he wanted you to save those tears for when he's deep in you moving slowly in and out savoring every second he spends inside you stretching you out, feeling every inch of you, hitting your soft spot again and again until you're full of his cum he's sure all the dicks you had before don't compare to his and he can't wait to go home and play with you until you beg him to stop which of course he won't.

He loves his new dolls the most, you're not the first and definitely won't be the last.

"You're all mine now" he whispers sounding sweeter than honey, just like that you were wrapped around his long,gorgeous fingers.

And just like that Taehyung strikes again.

[sequel]

[hardyimagines]

The Prison Guard’s Daughter

Drabble

Warnings: sexual

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“I think you need to be taught a fucking lesson.” He ground out roughly. His voice was deep and low, a sound that rumbled deep within his chest before rolling past his lips. The door behind him was bolted, locked and securing you away inside. You were trapped. It was your fault though, you’d been silly enough to wander down the corridor he was tucked away in and then even more foolish enough to converse with him.

Charles Bronson was very manipulative. Very attractive. He could be sweet if he wanted to be. And that was exactly how you’d wound up coming into his cell. The room was cold, grey, and dusty. It wasn’t welcoming at all and you found it quite difficult to get comfortable in the boring room. You perched yourself down on the edge of his bed before twisting your hands in the front of your blouse. He’d never hurt you. You knew that much. So then why was your stomach churning with nerves?

“Why’s that?” You whispered breathily. Your voice was flooded with the same nerves that tickled your tummy, dripping evidently with worry that a switch would flip inside him and the violence that he exposed to the guards would be thrusted upon you. Once again, you knew that he’d never ever harm you — but the worry was still present.

You were the Prison guard’s helper. His little assistant. His pride and joy. His daughter. He was so reluctant when he’d agreed to hire you because he didn’t want any of the men here to mess with you. For the most part, they didn’t. Nobody wanted time added on to their sentence or to be tucked away in a cell in a secluded part of the prison. Nobody except Charles Bronson.

He never bothered to bite his tongue or think about what he was saying when it regarded you. He’d made it clear to you on many different occasions that he had high intentions to fuck you silly, but you’d always brushed off his little comments because you knew there was no way that he’d ever get you alone. You were, in all truth, all for it. It was a bit thrilling to do something so forbidden...

“Prancing around here all day long, hovering outside my cell, sunshine.. if you wanted me, you know, all you had to do was open the fucking door.” He approached your knees, bent so your calves could lazily swing.

“I have duties, Mr. Bronson, and keeping a close eye on you alongside my other tasks are top priority. You’re the biggest threat here.” You informed him before slowly drawing your bottom lip in so you could suckle on it.

“How’s it feel?” He lowered his thick fingers to the belt that circled his waist. “To be stuck inside with me?” The fastening on the belt clinked softly, metal scraping metal as he undid it at a very slow pace. He wanted your mind to spin and your head to scream at you for being stupid enough to venture into his private space. He wanted you to know how absolutely idiotic you were for coming into his cell where he could feast on you and nobody in the prison would know.

Bronson was so much bigger than you. A boulder in comparison to a pebble. You swallowed thickly before slowly placing your fingers on knees. Smoothing down your trousers, you peered up at the threatening bloke who seemed to be growing cockier and louder the longer he looked at you. “You won’t hurt me.”

“It’s not about pain, sunshine. But you, yeah, you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.” He whispered thickly before shrinking toward you. “Too much pleasure will become unbearable and you’ve just locked yourself away in here with me for god knows how long.”

“Maybe I did it intentionally.” You bit back before slowly standing. The bed creaked noisily at the loss of your weight being applied to the wood. Standing in front of him bravely, you stared up at him with a hardened stare before pushing past him.

“You intentionally locked yourself in a cell with me?” His stomach flooded with pride, a significant feed to his ego.

You rolled your eyes at his question. “Oh shut it.” You moved to the door. Your fingers grazed the cold handle before moving to the small hatch. Pushing it open, you called for someone to come and assist you, but it was silent.

“Guards don’t often venture down this far, now, do they? Seeing as I am probably their least favorite prisoner.” He bit his cheek roughly and watched the way your hips swayed.

“Their goal in life is to avoid you.” You murmured before letting out a breathy sigh as you rotated to face him. “And I’m not suppose to be anywhere near you.” You pouted childishly. He found it rather cute.

“Daddy’s not my biggest fan, eh?” He chortled before moving toward you, forcing you to step back each time. “Tell me, Y/n, why you spend so much time hanging around this area if you’re meant to avoid it at all costs?” The question didn’t need an answer. He saw the attraction you felt for him, simmering in your gaze. “And why did you intentionally put yourself in my cell?”

Your back hit the wall behind you, forearms folding over the front of your stomach as your eyes slid along the length of his face. “I..” It was hard to form a coherent thought when being so close to him and he seemed to relish in the affect he had over you. “came into your cell because you lured me in.” You murmured honestly. “but I wasn’t exactly worried about it. You’ve always been so harmless.”

Prison guards left with bloody noses, missing teeth, bruised cheeks and achy necks after getting into brawls with Bronson.

He laughed audibly, the shaky sound flooding the entirety of the room. “Harmless?” His fingers brushed along the navy blue tank top he wore. “You think I’m harmless?”

“When it comes to women.” You defended. “Not so much when it comes to men in charge..” The shakiness in your breath contradicted the words that left your lips. If he was so harmless, why did you tremble? You weren’t ever afraid of him before. Shaking as you stood before him. It was because you were alone.

When bringing him lunch or assisting him alongside other guards, you held your chin up, fluttered your lashes, flirted with him when he flirted with you. But this, this was a completely different woman stood before him.

“Then why are you shaking?” He whispered hoarsely as he approached you completely. Bronson lifted his hand and placed it on the wall beside your head. Trapping you once again. He stared down at you with an intense stare, urging you to open up. When you didn’t speak right away though, he took it upon himself to fill in the silence. “Is it because you’re not use to messing around with boys much bigger than you? Not use to being secluded with someone so.. threatening?”

“I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Bronson.” You informed him before letting out an audible sigh. Laying your hand against his belly in order to push him back, you halted at the tight skin that resided beneath the fabric. Letting your fingertips trace the muscles, your brows creased. “You’re running out of time, you know. You’ll only have me stuck in here with you for a limited amount of time. My father has someone checking on my whereabouts every thirty minutes.” Your eyes locked on to his own.

“Is that your way of telling me to get on with it?” He lifted his large hand to your cheeks. Pinching them tenderly, his hand stroked your warm skin before gliding down to your throat. He squeezed it delicately before leaning in so his hot breaths tickled your parted lips. “I don’t want to rush this. And I won’t. I don’t care who’s on the other side of that door.” Your head tipped back slightly, hum leaving your lips as you shut your eyes.

“You’re all talk. I’ve been in here for at least ten minutes and you haven’t done anything to me... I know the second the guards are lined up outside and my daddy’s stood at the back, demanding they come in and get me.. you’re fucked.” The word sounded so wrong leaving your lips. You drew the pink flesh in and nibbled on it before lifting your other hand to rest on his stomach beside the first one.

“It’s you that’ll be fucked and your daddy won’t be too happy about that, will he?” His hand fell to your wrist. Gripping it, he lifted it swiftly and drew it around his strong shoulders. “Peeking through the peephole to see if his babygirl is okay..” He leaned in and pressed his lips against your ear. “Only to find her slumped on the bed with her trousers around her ankles and her blouse torn open.” He let his lips graze your ear lobe, pinching it tenderly. “You’ll be a moaning, groaning, panting mess when I’m finished with you.”

Bronson tightened his grip on your throat before pulling you off the wall and pushing you toward the bed. He was firm. Forceful. But not causing any pain. You collapsed on the bed with a noisy swallow before laying down on your back. Watching him intently as he lowered his hands to his belt, you shivered excitedly. The sound of the leaky sink in the corner mixed with the dull tinking of his belt. He unfastened the strap much quicker than you’d expected, giving you no time at all to undress.

Bronson grunted heavily before moving toward the bed. He hunched over, palms finding your upper thighs so he could pry them open and lower himself down on top of you. He knelt between your legs, eyes trailing along the length of your face and then down the length of your body. You were beautiful. But he didn’t voice his thoughts. His fingers sunk into your skin, teeth gritting and jaw clenching as he held back the want to tear your clothes from your form and ram himself into you. It had been forever since he’d had sex so he knew he wasn’t going to be able to be too delicate with you. He was sure you knew that though.. he’d been in prison for what felt like forever.

Your fingertip lifted to his cheek, gliding along the soft surface lazily before you leaned up on your elbows and let your nose skim his own. Your lips parted slowly, residing centimeters from his own as your hot breaths mingled. You’d never ever thought you’d be given the chance to fool around with Charles Bronson. He was so dangerous. So watched. It was surprising to you that you’d been in the room long enough to have somewhat of a conversation with the bloke. You were sure someone was going to come knocking though, banging on the door as they demanded to know if you were in his room. They’d check all the rooms, of course, anxious to find your whereabouts.

“My daddy’s gonna have you transferred once he finds out what you’ve done to me.” You whispered quietly, attempting to bite back the little frown that pulled at your lips. Bronson lowered his head, purposefully avoiding your lips so he could instead assault your throat. His mouth was curious and careful, so different to his firm hands which continued to adjust your thighs, pushing and guiding as he dragged your legs around his hips.

“Will you miss me?” He let out a hoarse chuckle before letting his teeth playfully nip your flesh. His hands moved north, hooking in the waist of your trousers so he could pull them down and off of you. He struggled for a moment because of the position, but he managed to get the fabric down and around your knees before he moved his hands up to your blouse.

“No.” You lied breathily before placing your hand on the base of his bald head. Pulling his mouth back toward your own, you angled your head so your mouths could lock together perfectly. The warmth that flooded you was enough to draw a surprised whimper from your throat. You hadn’t expected to enjoy his touch this much.

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A/N: this is incomplete and I actually feel really shitty for just uploading it, but I will probably add a second part to it somewhere down the line — but right now I’m in a horrible place mentally, I can’t even form a coherent sentence when I try to write. I hope you enjoy what little of it I did get to finish ❤️

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[holylulusworld]

Loveless – Part 4

Request: I am a 100% Dean girl but sometimes I want to be sad over Sammy. Can you do a request with you and Sam. You are together but he messes up and you catch him with Ruby..... you take it from there. Mostly angst with maybe a little fluff.

I decided they are not a pair…so far. I want to write at least three parts and I want it to be angstier…

Summary: Addicted to demon blood Sam takes one step too far…

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean Winchester

Warnings: angst, virgin reader, age gap, talk about addiction, fluff

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“Do you think we can kill Lilith, Dean? I mean she’s so powerful, and we didn’t find anything in the lore so far. Even Castiel doesn’t have a clue how to kill her.” Slamming another book shut you rub your sore eyes.

“You should rest a bit, Y/N. The last four weeks were long and exhausting. Hunting monsters, Lilith and keeping an eye on Sam took a toll on all of us. Let me check on my brother and you can have a shower and sleep.”

“Dean, you were on ‘Sam duty’ for over a week. You need sleep too, big guy. Let me watch him and you can have a rest this time. I can handle this…” Glancing at Dean you see the uncertainty in those green orbs.

“Y/N, I know you are tired. I’m fit as ever. Let me do this.” Dean is like a big brother to you, family and your best friend for ages so you easily can see through his lie and take his hand in yours, kissing it softly.

“Dean, I know when you lie, okay. You are afraid Sam could hurt me again and I appreciate your worry but…” Opening your jacket you show Dean your gun and a knife. “I’m prepared this time. He can’t use his powers either.”

“Sweetheart, I never doubted you can handle Sammy but…” Sighing Dean shrugs.

“I don’t know if he’s clean or if he just waits for the next opportunity to get high on that shit again. He tasted power and this makes your best intentions anyone else’s nightmare.”

“Power…”

“It was the same with me, Y/N. In hell, the moment I gave in and could give pain instead of receiving it, I felt powerful. Like a god and to my shame I must admit, I liked it to a certain point.”

Ashamed Dean looks at his hands and you wrap your arm around his neck, holding him tightly.

“Dean, you are the best man I know. No one else would’ve resisted that long. I never…I…” Sniffling you peck his cheek.

“You are stronger than anyone, Dean. I’m proud to call you my friend. You did what you had to do. All souls in hell are there due to a deal or as they were evil…”

“You sure about that? I mean we met people who sold their souls to save someone, just like me. Not all people making a deal wanted money or fame. Some were good people, desperately trying to find a way to rescue a loved one.”

Dean's words make you realize how much pain he must’ve hidden over the last months.

“I know you believe you do not deserve a second chance, but you do. I can tell you without a doubt that you are a good man. Whatever you did down there, you did it to survive and come back to us to save me.”

Pecking Dean’s cheek, you smile as he nods, giving you a cracked smile in response.

“You make me sound like a hero or crap.” Laughing Dean nervously slides his fingers through his hair.

“Be careful while watching Sam, Y/N. If he acts odd or is nervous, call me and I’ll be there in a blink.”

“Yes, Sir…”

Saluting you give Dean a wink before you walk toward the room Bobby offered to Sam.

You are still uncomfortable around Sam from time to time, but you hope, or rather pray he will stay clean for Dean and your sake, and the sake of Sam’s soul.

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“Sam duty for you tonight?” Watching you walk into the room Sam forces a smile on his face. He knows you and Dean keep an eye on him, afraid he could relapse and drink demon blood once again.

“Dean needs some sleep and I suggested to spend some time with you. I thought this would be a good opportunity to tell me why you left all of us behind to run off with a demon making you addicted to her blood.”

Sam nervously chews on his lower lips, not wanting to say anything wrong.

“I thought…I mean…” Getting up Sam gestures wildly with his hands as he tries to explain why he left you and Bobby behind after Dean’s death.

“I needed time on my own. Back then I thought it was for the best to hunt Lilith down, have my revenge and keep you and Bobby out of this nightmare. I didn’t want to lose one of you too.”

Stopping in front of you Sam gently tugs a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling as you shiver at his touch.

“We could’ve helped you, Sam. There was no reason for you to cut us out of your life to meet up with that monster. She threatened me to stay away from you. Whatever she promised, Sam – Ruby lied to you through her teeth…”

There’s still hurting in your voice as you remember the demon on top of the man you love.

“She came for me, Y/N. I didn’t look for her, nor did I want her help. But she saved my life and things happened…” Sam’s voice trembles as he can see the hurting in your eyes.

“No reason to let her…” Shuddering you step away, shaking your head. “You lead this dead and rotten thing touch you, Sam. That’s disgusting for sure.”

Sitting onto the cheap sideboard, long legs stretched out Sam looks at his hands, not able to find the words to explain how he could fall for Ruby. Sam is ashamed, not daring to look at you for what feels like ages.

“I…I was lonely and had the feeling no one would understand what happens to me. Those powers scared me, and I feared I’ll end like the other ‘special' kids. Ruby gave me the feeling it’s not a bad thing I have those powers inside of me. I thought I can make the best of this horrible gift Azazel gave me.”

“You could have talked to me, Sam!” Jumping up you slap your friend’s cheek, glaring at the tall hunter while you pant heavily.

“I never once judged you, Sammy. Even when Dean was afraid you could do the wrong thing I told you that I believe in you. How could you believe I would let you down? Bobby was always on your side too.”

Rubbing your tired eyes, you feel Sam wrap his arms around your smaller frame and you stiffen in his embrace.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. For leaving you alone, and for not telling you about my plans. Most of all I’m sorry for hurting you, for causing a rift between us.”

Pressing his lips to your forehead Sam tries to make you see he’s not the man from that night.

“I’ll never hurt you again or lie to you or Dean.”

“Dean didn’t deserve this, Sammy. He sacrificed his life, his soul for you.” Sniffling you hide your face in Sam’s chest.

“All the thing they did to him, Sam. How could you touch her knowing Dean got tortured for centuries in hell by demons? How can you work with a demon after one killed your mom, your dad, and Dean?” Sam’s throat is dry when he tries to answer your questions.

“I don’t know, Y/N. All I can say to defend my behavior is that I wanted to kill the demon murdering my brother and dragging him to hell. Ruby just…she…I don’t know why I let her touch me, let her seduce me to…” Rubbing his hands over your back Sam stops talking.

“Did you like it and is she what you want?” Looking up at Sam you blink the tears away. “I mean her vessel is pretty and all…”

“No one is more beautiful to me than you…” While you lean into Sam’s touch, forgetting the fear and hurting for a moment Ruby watches the scene with a smirk on her lips.

“Game is on, I guess. We just have to wait for the unavoidable to happen and we have the best leverage we can wish for…”

Smirking the demon walks away, knowing Sam will do as she says soon enough…

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[yandere-society]

Hello Lovely admins!!! Can I request Yandere Jungkook and Jin reacting to you having a secret sex Snapchat account? Or like one where you send nudes and stuff? Love y’all !!!

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author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: Poor attempt at smut (heavy petting, degradation), possessive behavior, slut shaming

It was the day of the big Overwatch League match: Seoul Dynasty versus Vancouver Titans. Jungkook wanted to catch the first half of the game during his lunch break, so he set up the live stream on his work laptop and kicked back. While most of the stream chat was a constant influx of Korean, there was one message in English that kept popping up: “I’llBeYourBaby: Lonely and wanna talk to a cute egirl? Visit my stream😘✨ You won’t regret it 🍑” Jungkook scoffed at the plea for attention. The spiteful, cruel side of him felt the need to bully I’llBeYourBaby for whoring herself out to strangers. How desperate for money could someone be that they’ll sell their body for perverts on the internet? And what a lonely, miserable life a man must have lived to resort to paying an e-girl for a morsel of attention to be thrown their way. The very notion of internet prostitution, and sex work in general, was disgusting in Jungkook’s mind. But his conservative ways are exactly why he adored you.

You were the perfect girlfriend: responsible, considerate, loyal and sweet. You were committed to your job of tutoring English online, you were quick-witted, funny, and also enjoyed gaming just as much as he did.  In Jungkook’s eyes, you truly were the love of his life, and he was practically ready to drop down on one knee.

Out of pure spite, Jungkook clicked on the username, entering the live stream at the top of the profile. With a twisted sense of justice, Jungkook was ready to spew vitriol at the female streamer to further his agenda, but immediately, it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. Jungkook expected the stream to be hosted by some busty, bimbo whose breasts spilled over her tank top while she played like shit in League. He expected some overly-flirtatious, inauthentic wannabe that was trying to make a quick buck from neckbeards. He expected anyone— everyone— except for you.

Unlike the risque, hypersexualized woman he had envisioned before, Jungkook saw that you were dressed somewhat modestly, wearing a simple white turtleneck, blush pink skirt and white knee-high socks. You weren’t flaunting your breasts or purposefully exuding sex appeal. Instead, you looked adorable as you fiddled with your purple galaxy Nintendo DS.

“Welcome, JustinSeagull! Thanks for joining my stream,” you greeted with a smile and wave. Jungkook found himself in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the predicament he’d just found you in. It certainly wasn’t a popular stream, but judging by the measly 16 viewers you were interacting with, Jungkook surmised that you were quite familiar with them.

knjkoya: baby, tell me why you’re so fine

jiiiiiimin: 😍😍😍😍

jiiiiiimin: step on me pls

Giggling, you addressed your viewers comments. “I would step on you, but Animal Crossing is so fuuuun,” you whined with a tiny, playful pout. “How was everyone’s day? Let me know below in the chat.”

HopeWrld: Thought about you all day 💚

CallMeJin: My day was fine, thanks for asking sweetheart. Are you enjoying animal crossing?

taetaebae: damn is it me or iss she acting mroe innocent than usual ??

You looked up from your DS to read the comments, giggling when you read the most recent ones. “Yes, I am enjoying myself, CallMeJin! Tom Nook is a huge jerk though, the interest rate on his loans are kind of bullshit,” you joked as you returned your attention to your device, uncrossing your legs slightly which gave your viewers a teasing glimpse of your underwear. Ones that Jungkook had gifted you for your 100 day anniversary.

As more comments rolled in, the filthier they became:

CallMeJin: Glad you’re having fun babygirl :)

knjkoya: i make 150k a year, i can pay off your loans any day if u just sit on my lap

D-Boy: im so fucking hard rn wtf

D-Boy: [COMMENT REMOVED BY MODERATOR]

Jungkook was in awe at the pure filth these degenerates were spilling. But most of all, he was upset at you— how could you demean yourself like this? How could you betray him? Jungkook pushed his sleeves up, ready to type a long-winded message defending your honor, a notification popped up on screen along with a gif of a cat pawing at the screen. Someone named HopeWrld had donated $100 to your stream.

“Oh! HopeWrld, thank you so much for the donation,” you chirped, “Since you helped me reach my goal, I’ll let you ask me one question, anything is fair game.” You winked at the camera, blowing a kissy face. Little by little, Jungkook’s perception of you was beginning to shatter, splintering into a thousand fragments. He thought back to all the times when you’d complain about receiving unsolicited dick pics, or reaffirm your idea that ‘men only think with their dicks.’ It was apparent Jungkook knew only of the side you wanted to show him, leaving him oblivious to the secrets you withheld from him— your very own boyfriend.

Despite the churning of his stomach, Jungkook remained firmly planted in his seat, unmoving, waiting to see how else you could disappoint him.

HopeWrld: Are you single?

Jungkook’s eyes burned holes into the computer monitor, anticipating your response. Since you were clearly lying to him, he assumed you’d do the same for your viewers. Perhaps you’d neglect to tell these scumbags that you had a boyfriend— one you’d been with for over two years, someone you shared a home with, no less. Jungkook’s tongue peeked out and wet his lips, the chapped skin craving any sort of moisture.

You sighed, folding the Nintendo DS in half and focusing your full attention at the camera. “Ah, interesting question.” Tucking your hands in your lap, you tilted your head slightly to the left, looking demure and shy. “I do have a boyfriend,” you admitted. Jungkook always found your mannerisms endearing, and even now, in the midst of his anger, he felt his heart beat erratically due to your telltale signs of nervousness: the twitch of your left eyebrow, the biting of your lip, the fiddling of your fingers.

“He doesn’t know I do this, though,” you quickly added. “It’s kind of my dirty little secret.”

D-Boy: Dirty little secret for a dirty little girl

taetaebae: i fuckin called it

taetaebae: @CallMeJin u still gonna act like a tryhard ?? lmao

knjkoya: i’ll give you $500 to break up with him, no kappa

Disregarding the comments, you continued to gush about Jungkook, although you didn’t explicitly mention his name. “But anyway, I’ve been with him for a few years now, and I love him so much. It would kill him if he ever found out about this.”

‘I love him so much’. Bullshit.

Jeon Jungkook knew everyone loved him, how could they not? Despite people likening him to James Dean or Adonis, Jungkook didn’t care much for his looks. He only cared about whether you found him attractive. The same could be said about any of his traits: his personality, his sense of humor, even the way he slept at night. The only love Jungkook cared about was yours. Your affection, your acceptance, your undivided attention.

Unlike him, though, you apparently craved the affections of other men— strangers from the internet who didn’t care about your generous soul and fragile heart. They only wanted to fuck you, discard you like trash until they found another shiny new toy.

Jungkook slammed his laptop shut, his mind clouded by fury, but still cognizant enough to formulate a plan. It was risky, but in the end it would ensure that you never consider straying from him again.

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Your fingers deftly thumbed the buttons of the gaming device, controlling your Animal Crossing character as they collected seashells from the shore. Every now and then, you’d giggle, wink at the camera, read a comment or two, and then return to your game. It was easy money, and it also boosted your ego a bit. Jungkook, although being an attentive, caring boyfriend, whilst being a more than a generous lover, could be a bit suffocating at times. He dictated what you wore— more often than not, suggesting you wear couple outfits— carefully monitored your social media and even conducted background checks on all of your male family members.

Although it was twisted, you couldn’t help but feel validated at the small bits of attention you got through streaming. It was what kept you practically sane in your relationship with Jungkook, what ensured that you never snapped back at your boyfriend when he urged you to wear something less revealing, or when he scolded you for “flirting” with the older blind gentleman that lived in your apartment complex.

Humming contentedly, you delivered a package to a citizen named Purrl, only glancing up at your computer monitor to briefly acknowledge the chat, when you spotted Jungkook glaring at you from the doorway. Startling slightly, you hit Control + Tab and switched to Youtube, trying to look inconspicuous.

“H-Hi baby,” you greeted, smiled forced, yet still somewhat genuine. “You’re home early, I didn’t hear you arrive.” Jungkook clicked his tongue and pushed off the doorframe, stride confident and eyes set to kill. He responded vaguely, “Got out early.”

Jungkook approached you, his dominating presence settling over the back your white gaming chair. He feigned interest at your game at hand, “Well, what do we have here?” You glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend, doing your best to keep your cool. “Ah, yeah, I’m playing Animal Crossing! Isn’t my character adorable?” You nudged the DS towards Jungkook who smiled politely— he knew that you knew that wasn’t what he was talking about, but Jungkook was certain that he could play the better liar.

He accepted the DS from your hands and inspected your character, before handing the electronic device back. “She looks just like you, Y/N. It’s cute.” You blushed, not because of his praise, but due to the embarrassment. Your livestream was still ongoing, meaning your viewers were seeing this entire awkward situation unfold, and you hoped to God that Jungkook didn’t notice the tiny green dot on your webcam. If he did, Jungkook would undeniably find a way to take away the only form of freedom you had to interact with the opposite sex.

“You know,” he mused, coiling a strand of hair around his index finger, “I also think it’s cute how you actually believe you can lie to me.” Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath hitched slightly as you tried to remain calm. You kept your concentration solely on Animal Crossing, trying to avoid your boyfriend’s scrutiny.  Jungkook leaned in closer until his face was level with yours. Peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his focus was not on you, but rather on your computer monitor, right hand already poised on the mouse. The cursor dragged over to the leftmost tab and you sucked in a breath, an intense sense of impending doom coiling in your gut.

The screen changed to show a mirror image of yourself, alongside Jungkook, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. Your secret had been exposed— and you knew it was only a matter of time, as keeping secret from Jungkook was a difficult task— but you hadn’t imagined it to happen this way. To be exposed on stream, by none other than your boyfriend.

You expected his fury, his disappointment— any sort of reaction, really— instead, feeling the tantric slither of his hand as it crept up your sternum.

“If you want to attention so badly, all you had to do was ask, babe,” Jungkook murmured into the shell of your ear, his body gracefully sliding itself under your thighs and repositioning you onto his lap. Tantalizingly slow, Jungkook’s fingers worked their way up the expanse of your chest until they nestled themselves over your breasts, his hands palming the clothed surface.

Although he was gentle, there was an underlying roughness to his touch. His fingers pinched the flesh of your breasts until it hurt, but would release a second later, only to alleviate the discomfort with soothing massages. Jungkook’s mouth rhythmically suckled pink bruises into the crook of your neck, eliciting a soft whimper. He smirked, satisfied that he was able to rile you up so easily. He lazily dragged his tongue up the column of your throat until his mouth rested right under your ear, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in its wake.

His left hand relinquished control of one breast and acquainted itself with your inner thigh, his thumb toying with the elastic with featherlight touches. “You’re such a stupid little slut,” Jungkook purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “But at least you’re my little slut.” During all your moments of intimacy, Jungkook had never once bestowed upon you such a degrading name, as his kinks were more aligned towards praise rather than humiliation. But you surmised that his spiteful words were simply misplaced frustration.

How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? It was impossible to tell, as you found yourself lost in the sensual motions, completely forgetting that, although you were in private, your stream was still live. You were only pulled out of your lust-induced haze when you heard the chime of your donation notification, reminding you that you had a small audience of onlookers. “Jungkook, the- the stream… I need to end the broadcast,” you weakly protested, trying to wriggle out from his grasp. Your boyfriend kept you firmly molded to him, his growing need nestled between the folds of your skirt.

“Let them watch,” Jungkook stated, brazenly making eye contact with the camera. “Since you clearly don’t mind the attention, why don’t we give them a run for their money?”

Your eyes widened, finding Jungkook’s shamelessness slightly erotic, but nevertheless feeling absolutely mortified at your compromising position. Comments were rolling in steadily, causing your heart to clench in self-loathing.

taetaebae: wtf wtf wtf

taetaebae: this shit is fuckin wilfd lmfao 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

D-Boy: what a hoe

HopeWrld: what is even happening

D-Boy: at least shes hot tho

“Kookie, baby please,” you pleaded, grabbing onto the one arm that fondled your breast, feeling the sinew of his muscles ripple under your fingertips. “I’m guh-gonna get banned if you k-keep- keep doing this.” Jungkook ignored your weak-willed objections and continued to torment you by sliding his finger into your slick heat. A moan was coaxed from your throat, the shiver from his sudden entrance causing you to lean into further into Jungkook’s chest.

knjkoya: Lucky bastard

CallMeJin: After all the money I’ve sent you?? At the very least, you could have just pretended to be a good girl, I’llBeYourBaby. Unsubscribing. Pokimane is hotter anyway.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the visual in front of you: Jungkook’s right hand splayed across your chest, while his left hand sinful touches under the ruffles of your skirt— which was, thankfully, hidden low enough to not be captured on the stream— whilst his mouth worked in tandem, leaving your neck littered in splotches of pink, red and lilac. You looked like a mess, but felt completely invigorated.

But still, despite your body being pulled into euphoria, your mind was plagued with negative thoughts. These viewers, your followers, were one of the last few sources of entertainment left, and if the broadcast was reported then your IP would be banned permanently, which meant no more streaming, no more fun, no more freedom.

Pulling away from Jungkook’s lips, you attempted to stand your ground, craning your neck to face him. “Jungkook, please don’t do this while I’m live. Let me sign out and I’ll take care of you.” Your boyfriend’s eyes settled on your bite-swollen lips and the way your heavy-lidded eyes betrayed your protests to stop. He should get what he wants while respecting your autonomy, but the selfish, vile side within him screamed to punish, punish, punish.

Jungkook gently brought his lips to yours, giving you a tender, chaste kiss, lulling you into a false sense of security. You smiled shyly, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks and Jungkook returned the gesture with one of his toothy grins. Ever so carefully, Jungkook raised his hips and pulled out something hard, firm, from his rear pocket— a thick bundle of crisp, $100 bills, totaling close to three grand.  

As soon as your guard had been let down, he shoved the stack into your mouth, effectively gagging you. His other hand clamped down on your wrists, preventing them from reaching the mouse or keyboard. “You want these loser scumbags to pay you while you act like their cute, sweet gamer girlfriend? How about cold, hard cash? Will that keep you satisfied, princess?”

Jungkook eyed the chatroom, his attention catching on a particular message that, if it could even be possible, made dick harden even more.

jiiiiiimin: you should just let us watch you fuck her

With a scoff and cocky grin, Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. “Like hell I will. Go get your dicks hard to someone who’s not taken.” And with that, Jungkook pushed off the chair, pinning you into the desk on your stomach, whilst his other hand palmed the flesh of your bottom, a telltale sign that a rather lengthy spanking would be coming your way. The sheer force of your readjustment onto the desk had sent the computer monitor and webcam tumbling off the desk, landing in a shattered mess on the floor, pieces of plexiglass and plastic littered everywhere.

You made a mental note: be sure to buy a new monitor after Jungkook’s punishment, and make sure the next one is shatter-proof.