#I ask what her work schedule is like since mine is all over the place

[still-thetroubledaddict]

I am hating the dating app life so much right now!!!!!!!

[fuck-customers]

Things I have explained to my parents when they start getting mad over small things as customers.

- the cashier scanning your groceries is not being careless or bad at her job, this store times the cashiers so she is clearly trying to stay on time and not get in trouble. This blew their minds that someone would be timed at a "no skill" job (their words not mine)

- the drive thru employee is not trying to be rude or annoying by greeting you too soon: they are required to greet you within a few seconds of your car setting off the sensor.

- the employees at this retail store are not trying to be pushy: they are required to greet you within a few seconds of you entering the store

- the cashier is required to ask you every single question they ask. And they hate it more than you do.

- the cashier is not dumb or "doesn't know how to X" because they had to call a manager for it. Every place I've worked for the past 5 years has been rolling back what employees are authorized to do, and they HAVE to call a manager. They know exactly how to do the thing, they are not allowed to and the computer likely will require a managers code to unlock that function. This confused them.

- the cashier knows the line is long, you don't need to tell them that. If they could call up another cashier they would have already.

- and a more work/life balance related one: my dad scheduled a family thing and assumed i could get the time off. What shocked him was that 1. It wasn't paid time off, and 2. It was denied, so I couldn't come til after work and thus was late. He has worked a job with generous PTO and accrued vacation days that schedules 6 months ahead for the past nearly 30 years. He absolutely was horrified to find out that I have to ask permission for unpaid time off and still couldn't be approved.

- funny followup to my dad's shock: I had been at my most recent job nearly a year and he was asking why they haven't promoted me yet. I was thrown off because why would they. He apparently assumed that since i 1. Showed up on time/early to every shift. 2. Had received positive verbal feedback wrt my performance from managers. And 3. Hadn't quit. That they would automatically start to move me up the ladder. It hurt my heart to shatter his wholesome view of how workplaces work now.

I feel like much of this is common knowledge for all of us, and yet my parents and many customers who haven't worked in the service industry in the past 10-20 years have no idea how this stuff works now.

On the positive side, my parents have slowly been becoming more patient with service workers, and complain to managers or anecdotally much less often. Baby steps!

[bandgie]

Free Use - Hyung Line

warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, !!free-use is legal and public!!, public sex (duhhh), dry humping, gangbangs (implied), pussy easting, sex photography, reader is called slut

notes: longer version of this ask! to be clear, this is a free-use society so if you're not comfortable with that, don't read it pls! thanks :)

BANGCHAN! - even if it's completely legal to fuck you in public, chan can't bring himself to. your moans, whimpers, cries... those are for his ears (and maybe a few close friends) but that doesn't mean he won't do a few things - main one is arguably dry humping. standing behind you while waiting in a line for some boba and his hands settle on your hips. it's cute at first, but his grip tightens. you'll arch your back further into him because you know what he wants, you can feel it. - he grinds his hips softly on your ass. guiding his cock over your body before sliding it out to put it between your thighs. He breathlessly moans in your ear, one hand moving to grope your chest over your shirt. if he gets really into it, chan will push your head down once you make it to the counter and rut into you like he's actually fucking you and still order. - another that's more intense is when he's working in the studio. he's got you pretty and nice on his lap. Changbin and Han are so used to you riding his thigh that they hardly notice your moans anymore. - no shorts, no underwear. just your bare pussy on his leg while you hump him desperately. in a way, this is more degrading since people will come in and out of the studio, asking for adjustments and adding things to the schedule acting like they can't see you rocking your hips on his flexed thigh. but it still doesn't stop you from quietly pleading for his friends to have a turn too.

"I dunno, babe. I've got a lot of work. Why don't you keep doing this and if you're a good girl, I'll think about it."

MINHO! - total opposite of chan, he is 100% fucking you in public. everyone needs to see how much a slut you are, how much you love being fucked no matter the time of day. just cuz he's a little shit, minho will purposely fuck you in places you're supposed to be quiet. on a bus, a train, the library, the possibilities are endless - the bus though? his favorite. there's so many eyes silently watching him bounce you on his lap. all his has to do is tap his thigh and you know to lift your skirt up and sink onto his cock. no underwear on because why would you? - he wants you to be loud, he wants the people around you to join in. to twist your nipples and shove fingers in your mouth. some people will look at you with disgust wondering why mandated free use is even legal. most will be jealous though, asking minho if you're up for grabs or if you're personal use - and when it's finally your stop, he'll slide out of you and feel the way your pussy clings onto him. a few people might follow you guys until he stops at an alleyway (he has some decency) and bends you over the air.

"You can use any hole you want, but her pussy's mine."

CHANGBIN! - you're public free-use when he first meets you. there's just something about your moans, the way you move your hips, the aroused look in your eye. changbin doesn't usually engage with mandated free-use sluts but you catch his eye right at the start - he'll frequent at the place you do service at and watch most of the time. jerking himself off at the same pace you're bouncing on a cock. but he'll work up the courage and finally take you like he's been wanting to, flipping you around to get a up close view of your face - gosh, you're perfect. fucked out expression, swollen lips, cum dripping down your pretty body. how has no one made you a personal slut yet? changbin taps his fat tip on your clit, watching your body vibrate in overstimulated pleasure - he takes a long time, the people behind him growing impatient, but he doesn't care. you deserve to be praised, to be cherished. your walls are so soft and warm when he slides in, most likely from the previous people fucking you endlessly, but changbin hardly minds the fact. he presses his cock deep in you, feeling your pussy spasm and clench. and when he slides out? he gets to see all of your cream coating his length.

"So pretty. Pretty, pretty girl. You're not personal yet, right? Binnie will take care of you. Binnie can make you feel like this everyday."

HYUNJIN! - even though you're the one who's free-use, hyunjin acts like he is. he always worships you, in or out of the bedroom. he'll bring you to his photoshoots and surprises you with being photographed! the makeup artists and hair dresses doll you up so nice and pretty. you look beautiful, how can Hyunjin stay away? - with the cameras shuttering, he'll get on his knees and hook one of your legs over his shoulder. peeling the dress up to expose your sweet cunt. the makeup artists will scowl since the'll have to redo it and the hairdressers groan when you thread your fingers through his carefully styled hair, but he doesn't care - the photographers will make the best of what they can. there's no use in trying to pry Hyunjin away from you. your pussy tastes too sweet, too inviting on his tongue. so you'll be able to hear the rapid clicks of cameras and see the flashes of light while orgasming in his mouth - it's definitely a little strange to see yourself on the front cover of a magazine with hyunjin between your legs, but it's even stranger that it looks good!

"You look like an angel. You're shy? Don't be shy! You're beautiful, everyone needs to see that."

[cheriladycl01]

Double the Interviews - Oscar Piastri x GreekOlympicTennis! Reader

Plot: WAG duties consist of you literally being in more interviews than Oscar because of your outgoing and bubbly personality.

Credit to lewdo for the GIF

"Y/N can we have a minute of your time please?" an interviewer asks pulling you away from your friend who you look over at. She smiles at you and nods, making her way back to the McLaren garage.

"How are you feeling about the race tomorrow?" he asks and you put a serious face on.

"Yeah, I think the car's got good pace, looking to be in some top positions and I'm excited to see what happens!" you nod and the interviewer holds back their laugh.

"Spoken like a true driver!" he chuckles and you start to laugh as well.

"How are you feeling knowing come summer you'll be competing in the Olympics for Greece in Paris while Oscar is also competing in his own sport?" he asks and you nod, carefully listening to the question to not misunderstand him.

"Yeah of course. You know it's always hard when you have those conflicting schedules especially in athlete relationships. You know I'm still competing in ATP and I have been for a while, and then going into the Olympics on top of that is just immense. I get to travel with my best friend who I've played tennis with since 3 years old but at the same time Osc isn't there all the time. I think that's why today is just so important to me, to be here to support him at his home race!" you smile to the man in front of you who slowly pulls the mic back towards him.

"Will we be seeing Oscar at the Olympics this year?" he asks.

"I think at this stage it's hard to tell, F1 has the longest and busiest schedule to date this year and there's more stress and pressure on the drivers than ever with all the changes taking place ahead of 2025 and 2026, so you know I'd love Oscar to be able to come and see me take home another medal, but again it's one of those moments where you can't be in two places at once!" you explain, knowing he'd already planned to come for your first event of the summer, and would try and stay with you, until it ended for you. But even he didn't know when McLaren would request for him in Woking, or if he'd go home to spend a little needed time with his family.

"Well, I think it's safe to say we are all wishing for Gold for you again this year. Good luck to you and Y/BFF/N who we did see earlier, but dipped away last minute before i could invite her!" he smiles at you, and you smile back.

"You'll see us at the Olympics up at the very top. We promise!" you give the camera a cheesy grin before saying your goodbye's and leaving him to question the next driver who was eagerly waiting behind you.

"There you are!" you hear the Australian accent you knew all to well from your left.

"Hey baby!" you smile, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on Oscar's cheek.

"Saw Y/BFF/N come back without you, when she told me you were stolen for an interview i thought i'd come see if you needed saving" he softly tells you placing a light and gentle hand in your smiling softly down at you.

"Ah, you see baby that is where we are completely and utterly different. I love talking to all your work colleagues!" you say, pulling his hand along so you can both walk back together. You wave at people as you walk past saying small hello's and posing for any camera's you spot in your peripheral.

"You consider the media work colleagues of mine?" he asks with a low laugh that has you cocking your head to one side in question.

"You don't?" you offer back.

"No, my colleagues are my team and the other drivers!" he admits with a blank look on his face that just screams that no cogs are turning up there.

"I mean, you work with the media every time your here. I'd say you work with them, they might not be on your team but they are still apart of your sport!" you admit, he goes to argue but you put a soft finger on his lip.

"Would you consider my ball boy's as my colleagues?" you ask, and he thinks for a second before sighing and nodding.

"There you go then! F1 interviewers are your work colleagues and i like talking to them, they always have very insightful questions!" you smile.

"Insightful or invasive?" he queries looking across at you, brows a little furrowed.

"Damn, you really are a young Kimi Raikkonen. I see what the fans mean now!" you laugh at his expression which quickly tries to change but the frown lines remain.

"God, we need to go back to my mum's for some rest and relaxation" you sigh, starting to massage his wrist and up his arm making him sigh.

"Mmmm, we do I really miss that one dish that she makes us!"

"The Tzatziki with the roasted meat and vegetable kebabs or Moussaka?" you ask looking over at him knowing he enjoyed both.

"Oh! I was thinking of the Moussaka, but the Tzatziki is good. My trainer actually said that it was the perfect mix!" he admitted, still holding that blank expression.

"But he tells you off for the Honey Cake!" you sigh knowing that it was a delicacy you didn't get very often too, being an athlete and all meant that you had to have a very strict diet and couldn't lie to your trainer about cheat days you'd have.

"Okay but that Honey Cake is lethal! You cant stop when you start eating it!" he says before starting to quietly ramble about all his favorite foods as you enter the confides of his driver room away from the public eye.

You cant help but just watch and smile at him, people rarely get to see this funny talkative side of Oscar that could actually out ramble you sometimes which should be near impossible as you were very much a yapper. Especially when you got passionate and would slip in some of you mother tongue without realizing.

"What?, Why are you staring at me?" he asks, after realizing he'd started to rant.

"I just love watching you talk, you nose scrunches when you get passionate about a topic and it's cute" you smile, looking down knowing he'd be a blushing mess.

"Shut up! You are the yapper here, start yapping!" he says, making you burst out laughing while he goes to sit down on the small sofa.

"I'm going to miss you next week!" you sigh as you sit down on his lap where he wraps his arms tightly around you and rests his head in the crook of you neck.

"I know, but I'll come see you at your next tournament after the triple-header!" he smiles, kissing against your neck your body relaxing against his.

"It's just hard, god I'm clingy!" you attempt to laugh the tears away.

"Lando wants to know if you and Y/BFF/N are down for a rematch" he smirks changing the conversation to a more light-hearted one.

"Oh you boys are so on!" you grin.

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oscarpiastri: it was fun playing doubles with you and y/bff/n. Best you next time

landonorris: these guys are kinda good at tennis yo!

-> y/user: does the gold medal mean nothing to you?

-> landonorris: not really :0

-> y/user: well … Osc?

-> oscarpiastri: don’t involve me :(

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[jamiebluewind]

Warning! Pet illness, xray

A friend of mine a few states away had a pregnant female cat walk onto her porch and decide she lives now. She had 3 kittens. Since my friend/roommate @winterpower98 was looking for her first cat, we (other roommate/bestie, Winter/Gaia, and I) decided to take a trip down to visit and see if one of the kittens would work for her.

The thing is, she did fall in love with one! He's black with white markings, so the 6 year old had been calling him Eclipse. He's, curious, playful, and always trying to get into something. He loves Gaia. I mean LOVES her. And she loves him. Like... emptying her savings loves him.

Right before we arrived, our friend noticed a little lump on his belly. They thought nothing of it. And then, it got bigger. And bigger. And bigger.

After a week, we took him to a local vet to get checked out. He had a umbilical hernia. Luckily it stopped before his diaphragm, but the hernia was severe enough that he would need surgery to close it (a lot of articles talked about smaller ones closing on their own which is why we waited). He would also need special care for IBS symptoms and to keep his hernia from getting injured or obstructed before repair (which couldn't happen until he was big enough to go under anesthesia). He would need to come indoors for his safety and be separated from the others as his sisters pouncing on the hernia was causing issues (a week earlier than the 8 week mark).

I was honestly expecting Gaia to say it was too much for her to handle. Even told her that nobody would judge her for not being ready for that level of responsibility. That we could find an organization that could take him and get him the help he needed and find him a good home. He has two sisters she could consider, there were plenty of shelters back home with cats under a year old, and we could even check the town we were visiting and places on the way back home, so there were options. I knew how much it took to care for a kitten with health issues (my current cat required months of specialized care and there were plenty of scares along the way) and Gaia has no previous experience with cats outside of hanging out with our cats, so that's just starting on hard mode.

After a long serious talk on the responsibilities she was about to take on, she said she knew it would be hard but the thought of giving him up made her sick. That she would do whatever it took to give him a happy life for however long she has him. We aren't rich people, she's going back to college full time, she had only decided on him over one of his sisters that morning, and (again) this would be the first cat she has ever had. She went all in without a second thought.

The original quotes from various vets willing to do the surgery (not all vets can) were pretty insane, but luckily I found a non-profit that did the surgery for about half. My other roommate and I fully support her and chipping in what we can.

Eclipse is 8 week old and his surgery is scheduled in a month, but we are going to call in and check for cancelations since he's reached the minimum weight and age for anesthesia. Winter has been so busy caring for him that she's not had a chance to post about him, so I decided to do it on the drive home. I think the story is important because it raises awareness about an issue most don't know about and shows someone genuinely caring about a pet with special needs. As a disabled person who's went through a lot of ableism and survived abuse, it really hit me to see how much she loves him with her whole chest and doesn't ever approach his issues with anger or blame.

I don't ask for reblogs much, but I wanted to ask you guys to boost this. I linked Gaia's PayPal below if anyone wants to help take some of the financial burden off her, but you can also support her with messages and boosting this and her future post/s about Eclipse (cut her some slack guys, she's currently in tired new mom mode). I don't expect anyone to donate because I know you guys are mostly in the same shape as us, but I think showing Gaia support is just as important.

Now if you'll excuse me, the hyperactive boy got the zoomies and just jumped in the toilet XD

Edit: Late thing to add on, but a few days after posting this my other roommate/bestie Sarah decided to adopt his sister! Her name is Melanite, but her honey eyes have earned her the nickname Miel. Her and Eclipse have always been very close (often laying on top of each other), so it's great that they'll get to stay together.

[jinnie-ret]

If ur taking rq still can I rq a skz x 15 year old girl in training (like that protection gic you wrote ) and how they react to her being good at producing, singing, rapping and dancing but they didnt know she could do all that until they keep running into her or maybe look for her because they ordered fkkd for her too eat with them and they see her in her rehearsals and in her dance practice room learning like idk an itzy choreo or sum by herself and they see shes improved since they last saw her do everything? Ig like a little Ace if u would like to put It that way!

It's ok if u don't want to or can't do this tho! Love ur writing💕

ace of hearts

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

summary: stray kids have nothing but good things to say about the upcoming ace of jyp.

I hope you enjoy! There's a small excerpt of a song Y/N has written herself which I actually wrote (it's a hobby of mine hehe) so if you want me to post the whole thing I'll do so, maybe as a poem haha

My asks are currently shut but if you want to be added to my taglist, do let me know! And if you liked it, please reblog and like! :)

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Shoulder shimmying had never been so hard, but Y/N seemed to have finally gotten down the choreo to ITZY's 'Wannabe', the members of Stray Kids seeming to think so too. They had just been looking around for a room to practice in when they came across their young trainee friend, who they hadn't seen for a while due to their busy schedule.

A small applause sounded from behind Y/N, making her jump as she saw the door open and Stray Kids clapping for her.

"Ah! Hello sunbaenims!" Y/N blushed and bowed politely. She wasn't expecting to see them there, so absorbed into practising for her next showcase.

"Hi there!"

"Annyeong!"

"Wow!"

They all let out greetings as they walked over excitedly to Y/N.

"How has everything been? It's been a while since we saw you," Jeongin smiled widely at Y/N, trying to ease the obvious nerves he saw from her.

"Have you been practicing regularly? Your dancing has improved a lot," Changbin nodded his head in approval.

"Ah, you really think I've improved?! Yeah I've been practising a lot these days..." Y/N bashfully admitted, rubbing her sweaty palms on her leggings. Was it from exercising or from nerves? She wasn't quite so sure herself.

"We can see that. You're better at dancing and freestyling than us now," Lee Know laughed, praising the younger girl jokingly, but there was still a hint of seriousness to it that showed Y/N he was proud of her, and that helped her relax more.

"Maybe one day even Jisung will be jealous of your dancing skills," Felix laughed, causing the quokka like man to look over at him with a mock appalled face.

"Haha maybe I'll take his place as the ace," Y/N smirked, feeling comfortable enough to joke around with them. It wasn't a regular occurrence that she saw the boys but everytime she did, she was soon able to fall back into a relaxed state where it felt like she had known them forever.

"No way! You will never be as talented as me!" Jisung smirked back, yet he couldn't help but goofily smile back at her as he ruffled her hair.

"Well, we're glad you're practicing so hard. Would you like to have some fried chicken with us?" Seungmin piped up, his eagle eyes noticing that she only seemed to have some water in the room with her. Plus, he remembered what it was like being a trainee, and an offer of fried chicken would not be one to be turned down.

"Oh sure! If there's enough to go around!" Y/N clasped her hands together excitedly.

"Of course there's enough food! We're so proud of all your progress by the way, we can tell how hard you've been working, Y/Nnie," Chan praised her, as they all sat down together on the floor.

"Here, eat up," Hyunjin passed over a box of fried chicken to Y/N from the bags of fast food they had.

"Just remember to take a lot of rest too," Jisung commented genuinely, yet anyone could tell he, as well as the other members were very much so enthralled with the heaven sent food in front of them.

"Don't worry I do!" Y/N rushed out, before taking a bite of the fried chicken and wiggling slightly as she did a happy dance.

"You're so cute when you're excited!" Felix giggled as he saw her.

"That's exactly what Channie hyung does," Seungmin laughed along.

There was a moment of peaceful eating before Chan kept up the conversation.

"Oh yeah, we wanted to ask you something! Are you good at rapping?" Chan wondered, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Well, I don't want to brag but I think I'm pretty good," Y/N shrugged, she had practiced enough and knew she was at JYP for a reason, and her talents certainly didn't go to waste when it came to rapping.

"Oh yeah? You actually rap too? I had no idea. Have you tried writing your own lyrics before?" Changbin got excited at the prospect of hearing Y/N rap.

"I'm not as confident in writing rap lyrics as I am in singing them if that makes sense?" Y/N explained, hoping it was understandable.

"I get what you mean. You must be very talented though since you can sing so well," Lee Know wondered.

"Do you happen to write your own songs too or do you learn songs from other artists?" Chan asked, interested in what her identity as a future artist would be.

"Oh I like to write my own songs too!" Y/N beamed. Now that, was an area she was proud of herself for.

"Really? Can you play one of your original songs for us?" Hyunjin said in a shocked tone, head tilting slightly in disbelief but wanting to hear her sing nonetheless.

The boys all stared at her in anticipation.

"Oh, sure... If you really want me to," Y/N became nervous again, because this was Stray Kids! Yes they felt like her friends but to sing her own personal works in front of them was still nerve wracking.

"Yes, we really want you to!" Jeongin encouraged her, offering that same reassuring smile as he did earlier.

All of the members were now eagerly waiting for her.

"Ok, here's a chorus I wrote recently," Y/N finally nodded, making the boys even more excited as she began to sing.

"Oh it's in my bones.

Hereditarily alone.

Surrounded by people,

But that gives no meaning.

It's in my bones."

The boys stared in in wonder, thinking the words were so beautiful and they loved the emotion she put into it even for such a small snippet of the song.

"Her voice is amazing..." Hyunjin was in awe.

"Yeah, you have a really good vocal tone!" Jisung clapped.

"And you wrote that yourself?" Chan smiled like a proud dad.

"Can we hear more?" Changbin said hopefully, nudging Y/N playfully.

"Well, I think I should now that I've sang a teaser for you," Y/N beamed, and for the next couple of minutes she sang the rest of the song to the boys. She even played a small backing track which consisted of an acoustic guitar, simple but sweet, building up towards the end of the song.

"I can't wait to see you debut!" Felix clapped with the other boys.

"You really will steal everyone's hearts, Y/N, you'll go far," Chan said, a big smile adorning his face as everyone offered their comments and praises to Y/N.

"Just don't let it get to your head," Lee Know joked, causing his members to whack him playfully and tell Y/N to not listen to him anymore.

"Thank you guys, it really means a lot."

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[mikachacha]

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎! 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: It's been a while since you took your girlfriend out on a date so when your schedules finally cleared up on the same day, you took her out and prepared some little surprises as well.

Warnings: None. Just fluff 🫶🫶

(A/N: Been planning for some time but I forgot 💀💀 Also, reader is taller than Bada. Maybe 2 inches taller than her)

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"Babe, I could swear that all my clothes have transferred over to your closet now.." you sighed and crossed your arms as you were looking for a comfy shirt to wear but found most of your shirts are gone. Bada only giggled watching you as she's currently wearing one of your shirts. You just ruffled her hair messing it up as you went over to her closet and grabbed one of your shirts that she stole.

"Heyyyy! That's mine.. Plus you look better without a shirt." Bada complained. You raised an eyebrow before getting in front of her and raising your shirt to expose your stomach then raise it up until your sports bra was exposed, just giving Bada a little show that got her blushing like a tomato.

"You didn't say that you were into this, baby.. I would've walked around shirtless the whole time." you teased and she covered her face, whining that made you laugh out loud. You found it really adorable how easy it is for you to make her blush, especially when people see her as the cool and chill leader of team Bebe.

"Stopppppp! I'll give your shirts back just stop torturing me!" Bada whined some more and you just hugged her, laughing and telling her how adorable she is. You told her to get ready since you're taking her out somewhere. You're both busy as individuals, her being on Street Woman Fighter while you're teaching at JustJerk and also models at the side so whenever you're both free, you always take her out on a date or if you just had your paycheck, you'd take her out to shop. You loved spoiling your girlfriend because she deserves it. And if you treated her like a queen before you were earning decent money, you might as well be consistent with it, right?

"Go get changed. We're going out on a date and we can go shopping afterwards if you want. I'm gonna treat my beautiful baby out today since she did so well on Street Woman Fighter." you told her and kissed her forehead. Bada's eyes twinkled in pure joy from your words. It has been a while since you went on a date with her. She misses spending time with you and this date is really perfect to make up for the times lost.

Once both of you are ready, you give her a little box that contains a nice little bracelet you purchased in Paris while you were working there. You knew Bada has been eyeing that bracelet for some time now but didn't purchase it because as she said, it was way too expensive. When you saw it while you were overseas, you didn't have to think twice before you bought it. Nothing is expensive when it comes to your girlfriend. Seeing her smile is worth it every single time.

"What is it?" Bada asked while holding the box in her hands. She has an idea about the item inside but she still couldn't wrap her head around the idea of you buying that specific item for her because it's expensive and there's no special occasion to receive such a gift.

"Go open it, love and let me know what you think." you told her so she did. She opened the box and a gasp left her lips seeing that it really was the bracelet that she's been saving up for. You chuckled at her reaction and offered to put it on her which she giddily agreed to.

"Baby.. Stoppppp.. You're taking me out on a date, taking me out shopping and now this? You spoil me so much.. You're way too good to me." Bada says, pouting a bit and you noticed she was tearing up. You cupped her cheeks and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, resting your forehead against hers. She really is precious and you're lucky to call her as your girlfriend.

"Anything for my pretty baby. I love spoiling you whenever I can and I know you're working your ass off for that competition.. You deserve all of this and more, baby." you told her and she just hugged you tight, thanking you over and over. You just stayed like that for a few minutes before you led her to your car so you can proceed on that little date you planned out for her.

You took Bada out to the restaurant she absolutely loves and took her shopping afterwards. You also had to shop for new clothes because your girlfriend always steals yours though you can't get mad especially when she looks at you with those cute eyes that always melts your heart. Bada really enjoyed her day with you, though it was maybe too much that she fell asleep on the way home. You smiled seeing your girlfriend slept with a smile on her face. You felt fulfilled that you were able to make her happy today.

When you got home, you didn't wake her up. You just carried her inside and tucked her in bed, letting her rest for a bit then you brought in the things you shopped inside your shared home before you headed to the kitchen to prepare some food you know that she loves to eat during days like this. You smiled as you realized that at this point, you're willing to do everything for Bada. You're willing to do everything for the woman who held your heart and soul captive since you first laid your eyes on her.

[natsaffection]

My sweet Baby. | part 1 | N.Romanoff

Sugar Mommy!Natasha x Sugar Baby!Reader

Word Count: 2,997

warnings: none (until now..)

A/n: Here it is! The first part of: My sweet Baby. I don't really have a post schedule, so I will post anytime. Maybe every two days. However have fun..

(Pls keep in Mind that English is not my first language. So if you see any Mistakes please let me know)

It's the first day of your hard-earned vacation in L.A. You've wanted to go here since you were about seven, and now the time has finally come. You arrive at your...well, hotel, if you can call it a hotel. It was one of the cheapest in town, and since you were just sleeping here and out on the town the rest of the time, it wasn't too bad for you.

You put your things down and opened the only window in the room. You look out and breathe in the new fresh air that you could only dream of until today. You looked down at the people who were beginning their daily lives. What do you think it's like to live in such a big city forever? What do they work down there, so they can afford it all?

You shake off the thoughts and remember why you are actually here. You went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then you started your first morning of the day.

The first two days went according to your plan. You saw your sights, you bought a t-shirt with the palm tree, you went to the Santa Monica Pier and much more. You could get used to that.

It was already late, and you decided to go to a cafe to wind down. So, you googled again which of the stores serve good drinks and above all at a pleasant price. After all, you didn't have much left. You found one after a while and were surprised when you stood in front of it... "It doesn't look that bad...".

You were at first taken back about the statements of the café, but once you dared to take a look inside, the feeling quickly faded. You went inside and stood at the counter, you looked at the menu card and ordered what sounded best to you. The lady just smiled kindly and went to work. Meanwhile, you looked around and felt a little uncomfortable. You saw people with expensive clothes, expensive watches, was that a Rolex? Is that even a Rolex? All over the place.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice another person ordering a drink. And you didn't notice until the barista went back to work. You took a few steps to the side so that the other person would also have more room to wait. You looked at her and..wow. That is now the final sign that you were in the wrong place. How can someone be so pretty? She had long, red, curly hair that went a little past her shoulders. At her neck, a necklace that must have cost more than your whole vacation here. Her clothes must be handled with soft gloves...And of course again, a watch that has more parts than your cell phone. You suddenly had an urge to say it out loud,

"You have a really nice watch.."

"Oh, thank you..Do you own a Philippe too?"

Philippe?

"I'm sorry, what?" You looked at the woman, confused. Why is she asking you about a country now? "The Patek watch, sweet." You looked back down at her wrist and back up at her,

"Oh! No, no...I don't own one." God, this is embarrassing, "It's very pretty! You must have paid a fortune for it..." The older woman looked at you and leaned back a little, "Three million." Now it was your turn again, who looked at her confused, "Three million what?”

The woman just had to smile, "Three million dollars, the watch I mean."

Okay, now what's the quickest and easiest way to leave this store? THREE MILLION FOR A WATCH? Who would do this?...I- Who would spend that kind of money on a device that can only tell the time?

"Wow that's a l-"

"Ms. your late is ready." You were interrupted by the barista as she placed your drink on the counter. You looked at the redhead again and smiled, "That seems to be mine."

She just looked after you as you took it and asked how much you should pay now,

"That'll be 13 dollar."

HUH?

"E-Excuse me, but could you please repeat that? I think I mis-" You clearly misunderstood her, it was three, THREE dollars-.

"That's thirteen dollars." You looked at her as if you had seen a ghost, "T-Thir-"

"Put it on my bill please, here you can keep the rest." A soft voice brought you out of your thoughts again, and you saw the red haired woman with the totally overpriced watch, hand the other woman a $50 bill. The barista just nodded, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Did a strange woman just give you money? Why? "W-Well, thank you..I'll give you this back-" She held a hand in front of your face to stop you, "Please, that was for the compliment earlier." She smiled and looked back as she got her drink. She looked back at you, "Shall we sit down?"

You looked deep into her eyes and thought about it. What could possibly go wrong? "Yeah sure, why not..."

Her smile widened, and she made her way to a window seat. She pushed out the chair and waited for you to sit down, "Thanks..." You smacked yourself inside, as your voice sounded totally pathetic. She's just trying to be nice, right?

"So, what's a pretty young girl like you doing in one of the most expensive cafes in the neighborhoods?" Most expensive?!"Wait, that's this one, right?" You took out your phone and showed her the picture you had googled earlier. She leaned further forward and looked at the picture, "No, that would be one street over. This one..."

She looked at you for a moment, and you didn't know why. She then took a finger and scrolled around a bit on your phone, "This is it, that's where we are right now." You looked at her before turning your phone towards you and looking at the screen. Your jaw dropped now for the fourth time today. You are in a five star coffee shop. One of the best in town. Well, that explains a lot...

"Okay, this is a little embarrassing..." You held your drink up to your face so the other woman next to you wouldn't see your red face. "You're not from around here, are you?" That the woman finds this amusing was totally audible,

"No...I'm actually from Denver. I'm just here for a few days." The redhead took a sip, "Why?"

"I'm here for a short vacation, since I've always wanted to come here. I mean..we're talking about the real Los Angeles! The city that's probably in most games or movies. I wanted to see it for real." You think your answer was enough for her, "So, what do you think so far?" You thought a little, "Well..Damn expensive..I mean, we are drinking a coffee for thirteen dollars right now! In college, it's 1,50..."

"You're still studying?" I've only known this person for five minutes and still could hear out that the question sounded surprised. "Yes..art history. It's fun, so there's nothing to complain about..."

I smiled at my self and so had to the woman, "May I ask how old you are?"

Can she? I mean, I don't know this woman... "I'm 21." The woman looked at you with a monotone facial expression, but inside she tried to hide her lust, "Still so young..wow," you had to laugh, "Yeah and still doesn't know what to do with me.."

"You don't?"

"No..I mean.. I'm barely managing to pay my college, so..."

The woman looked at you curiosity. She took out her cell phone and typed on it for a bit until she put it back. "What's your name?" The question was unexpected. You just cried your heart out, and she just wants to know your name?

"Y/n..Y/n L/n."

"Well Y/n, I think today is our lucky day..."

"Why? Are you offering me a job? I don't know if you were listening to me earlier, but I'm not from here..I live thousands of miles away..So if that's not a home office job that also pays better than my two current jobs to-”

She watched you as you let your frustration out. She makes a mental note to her to not fire her assistant after all, who screwed up bringing her the coffee and had to go herself. "Believe me ms. L/n this offer will blow you wide open." You looked at the woman and tried to get a glimpse of whether she was joking. However, you realize she is total serious. "Okay.. go ahead Ms?"

"Natasha Romanoff."

Natasha Romanoff..you knew that name from somewhere..But- "But we don't discuss that here. I appreciate my privacy and most of all yours."

What?

"Now you're scaring me a little..If you want me to walk over dead bodies for you, it's going to be difficult-" The woman chuckled, "No..I have another department for that." What- "I'm just kidding."

"I-I knew that! Um..With all due respect, but I'd like to discuss the offer here..."

So I could run..

"I wouldn't do that if I w-"

"Here or not at all..Ms Romanoff." You leaned back, proud of your statement. I mean what could that woman possibly do to you?

Meanwhile, Natasha is trying her hardest not to pull a fist one on you, and spank your ass after that answer. She leans forward again and looks you right in the face, "One more answer like that Y/n and I'll put you over my lap in front of everyone."

You just imagined this. No way- no way did she just say that to you. "Do you understand?"

"W-What?"

No. You didn't imagine it. Did she- "Y/n?"

Perhaps Natasha did act too quickly when she saw your notification on your phone from the app called: Sugar Mommy Fee. However, your concerns evaporated when, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"I understand, sorry..." Natasha nearly moaned. You even have manners, that's a lottery win she wouldn't even need. "So as you wish, I-" you shifted in your chair, "N-No..um..I'll get back to you on that offer from earlier..not here." Natasha just smirked, "All right then, follow me."

                                      The two of you left the cafe and walked towards a black Bentley. In front of it, someone in a black suit waited and opened the back door for Natasha. She stepped aside and let you go in first. You thanked her and sat down in the back. 

Your mother would throw her beloved cup against your head if she knew you got into someone else's car. But what could happen? Natasha obviously has something big to lose if she decides to kill you.

"May I ask what you do for a living?" Natasha looked over at you from her Ipad,

"My company is a global leader in communication technologies, eco-production and next generation agriculture solutions."

Her company??

You couldn't keep up with the first word. The woman sitting next to you is a literal doer. That explains the car, the clothes, hell that watch..So why does she want anything to do with you? The one who has a hole in her sock and paints her toe black, so you can't see it. You also take your cell phone out of your pocket and wanted to write your friend whats happening. And maybe send your location. You were about to unlock your phone when you saw the disaster.

You saw a few messages from Instagram, a message from your family group and...a notification from Sugar Mommy fee. That's it. You're screwed. Natasha must have seen it when she wanted to show the real cafe. That's why she was staring at you! Fuck..Is it fuck? I mean.. The app was just a joke between you and a friend, but look where it got you. You're probably sitting in a sugar mommy car right now. Oh god...Nata-

"What's on your mind?"

"N-Nothing!!!" Rule number one, you probably already understood: Don’t tell Lies.

"You're lucky we haven't cleared up the contract yet Ms. L/n."

She looked back at her Ipad and continued reading the article she had open. You put your phone back in your pocket and looked out the window. You are on the complete other side of the city, everywhere you saw only big buildings, and then you stopped at one yourself. Natasha got out and you were overwhelmed because you didn't know what to do until Natasha opened your door. You took a deep breath and got out.

You entered the building and people were everywhere greeting the red-haired woman. You entered an elevator and the man from earlier stayed outside, "Is he here for your safety?" The woman looked down at you, she could literally feel your fear, "Steve?" She chuckled, "No, I'm good at taking care of myself, but my marketing department insisted. Good looks for the public, the normal stuff. "Oh..” The normal stuff, what have I gotten myself into?

Before you could worry anymore, the door opened and Natasha was waiting for you to get off the elevator. "Just follow the red carpet."

"Red seems to be your favorite color, doesn't it?"

Natasha just grinned and put her hand on your back to guide you. Don’t Blush Y/n! The two of you walk a bit until you arrived in front of a large wooden door, which of course was opened again by two staff members. In the room, which is twice the size of your hotel room, has a stunning view over the whole city. You could barely see the people below you. "Have a seat."

Natasha pointed where, and while you sat down, she went to a cabinet and pulled out an envelope. She came back and sat down as well and unwrapped the envelope to put it in front of you.

"What is this?"

"A confidentiality agreement. It says you can't talk to anyone about anything that concerns us. I'm afraid my lawyer insists on it." You looked at the piece of paper and back at her, "Are you putting this in front of everyone you want to start to Date? And as I mentioned..I can't stay here, Ms. Romanoff. I'm going to college for a few more months, I-I'm going to work, and it's all miles away..." Natasha leaned back in her chair,

"First of all. I don't date. Second, we can work out that distance thing, there's more than one way. Besides, it's only an hour flight. I can handle that."

Now the alarm bells were ringing. "You? You can handle that? What about me?"

"Y/n..." She leaned forward again and bowed her hands in front of her, "do you even know what a sugar mommy contract is?" Why does she never mince words and always blurts everything out right away?!

"Answer me, Y/n." You shifted,

"N-Well..Two people enter into a relationship while Person A gives money to person B and Person B gives Person A..Love..." Natasha sighed and took a breath,

"Okay..I want you to listen to me carefully now. In such a..relationship as you call it, it is strictly speaking a soft form of prostitution. In exchange for expensive gifts or other forms of payment, the Sugar Baby," She points to you, "provides her companionship and usually sexual favors. I'm looking for just that. A person who will keep me company at various things and in the nights-"

"I'll be your Toy? Is that it?" She didn't like your tone at all.

"Yes. Just that and nothing more." She looked you straight in the eye to check on your feelings. "Steve is downstairs to drive you to your hotel right now if you want to decline. But..I can give you everything, Y/n. And when I mean anything, I don't just mean financial."

What are you supposed to do? Leave? Stay? BOTH? You don't know..Natasha's offer sounds..tempting, but would you be willing to put your body on the line for it?

"Can..Can I think about it?"

Natasha felt a tiny bit of success. She pretty much has you in the palm of her hands.

"Of course. When's your flight back?"

If I tell her, will she refuse?

"In two days..." You could see a little movement. "Well that's short notice, but we'll work it out, don't worry about it."

She always makes it sound so easy..

"Okay and..are we sleeping with each other now o-or?" Natasha slid her chair a little to the side and opened a drawer by her desk. She took out another sheet of paper and a pen and put the two things in front of you, "Write your email on there please. I will send you all the details." You did as she said and wrote it on the paper. "You can keep the pen." You look at her and see her just smiling, "See as with souvenirs."

"I-I don't have a laptop..And the mail program on the phone is-" Natasha pressed a button at her desk. "Don't worry about it, it's already taken care of." A few seconds later, another woman opened the door and brought you a wrapped box. I rolled my eyes as the paper it was wrapped in was red, of course.

"I'll mail everything to you tonight, and after that, you can still refuse, anytime, okay? But think about it.“ You both got up from your chairs, "Okay..thank you.."

She walked you to her door, "Steve will drive you to your hotel. If you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me okay? I need you to be as comfortable as I am, understood?"

"Got it, thanks..." The older woman looked at you and smiled. She did then walk you to the elevator by herself, and you went inside. You both looked at each other and the elevator doors closed.

"Y/n."

"Natasha.."

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Anonymous: It’s parent’s weekend and Larissa meets wednesdays aunt who’s casually sweeping her off her feet. (figuratively and literally) maybe they’re close in height. masc r

Sweet, I love this prompt! I only write gender-neutral reader, but they will be taller than Larissa because that’s cute. Let’s get into it!

Morticia and Gomez, your big brother, were scheduled to come to Parent’s Day at Nevermore for Wednesday. However, something came up with Pugsley and they asked you to come in their stead. 

You didn’t mind. You love spending time with your niece. You get each other.

“‘Sup, nerd?” You smile and hold out your fist to Wednesday when she comes to greet you.

“Not much, loser,” She jokes back (Albeit it her usual monotone) and bumps her fist with yours.

You look around and grimace at how fancy the school is. Places this high-end make you feel uncomfortable. You shoot Wednesday a grin. “No wonder you hate this fucking school, short stuff. Place gives me the creeps and I’m an Addams,” You say. 

You can tell that Wednesday is trying desperately not to laugh, hoping to remain stoic. She’s been this way since she was little. It makes you chuckle. “So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing today?” You ask her.

Wednesday shrugs. “They really just want to show off the school,” She says and crosses her arms. “They probably want to rat us out to our parents too.” She is endlessly annoyed that she’s here, but you can’t help but notice her stealing quick glances over at a cute little blonde about her age.

“Who’s that?” You ask and point at her.

Wednesday panics and immediately pushes your arm down. “Don’t point like that, Y/N! She’s going to see,” She snaps, her somber affect once again cracking. She huffs. “That’s Enid. My roommate.”

This time you laugh really hard. “Calling your girlfriend your roommate is a genius cover,” You grin.

Wednesday gasps and punches you in your side.

“FUCK!” You yelp really loudly and hold the spot where she hit you. “Cheap shot, pigtails,” You grunt.

This time Wednesday allows a small, self-satisfied smirk to show.

As the pain subsides and you are finally able to breathe again, the parents and students around you give you dirty looks. You roll your eyes. You almost make a smart-assed comment, but the sound of someone lightly clearing their throat behind you makes you turn. The sight that greets you will forever be burned into your brain. An angelic woman with perfectly coiffed hair and piercing blue eyes fills your vision. She’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen… Even if she does look a little miffed about your loud cursing a bit earlier.

However, she soon smiles at Wednesday. “Ms. Addams, who might you have with you?” She asks and looks back at you. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting,” She says and holds out a dainty hand to you.

You quickly take it, and without thinking, lean down to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Y/N Addams. The pleasure is all mine, beautiful,” You say and shoot her a wink.

Larissa feels her heart skip a beat at your suave gesture. You are so charming and good-looking. Damn, why is she nervous? Her cheeks also heat up as she realizes that you are actually a bit taller than her. She quickly decides that this is a nice change of pace. She’s used to being the tallest person in the room, but you make her feel… petite and demure. She likes it. Larissa stands and looks at you wide-eyed for a moment before her brain starts working once more. She shakes her head slightly and flashes you a breathtaking smile. “My name is Larissa Weems. I am Nevermore’s principal,” She says, trying to control her emotions.

You love how her face brightens as she looks at you. “My niece was just telling me about how much she loves Nevermore. Right, Wednesday?” You tease.

Wednesday growls quietly at this.

Larissa giggles at you. Clearly, Wednesday has already told you about how much she hates the school. She hopes that will change, though. “We certainly adore having such a bright student like Wednesday,” She says, offering a friendly smile to the brooding teen.

The principal is so… Warm. You would have expected her to be pretty stuck up and snobby with how drop-dead beautiful she is. But, she’s very gracious. It only endears her to you more.

The two of you don’t realize how long you’ve been staring at each other until Wednesday begins tugging on your sleeve to get your attention. “Let’s get going, Y/N,” She suggests, feeling uncomfortable with how much you are checking Larissa out.

You blush and bring your hand up to nervously scratch the back of your head. “Yeah, you’re right, short stuff,” You say.

“Wouldn’t want to take up any more of Principal Weems’ time,” You say with a grin at the blonde.

“It has been a true delight, Y/N. I hope we might get a chance to speak more later,” Larissa all but purrs. She’s ashamed to think of all of the dirty things she wants you to do to her, but she reigns herself in. She nods politely and excuses herself to go talk to the other families.

You shamelessly stare at her butt as she walks away.

Wednesday sighs loudly at you. “Making fun of me for having a girlfriend? Looks like you just got one,” She says.

“Haha, very funny,” You say and playfully roll your eyes… But, you suddenly realize what she just said. “So she is your girlfriend!” You exclaim.

Wednesday holds up a fist threateningly. “Want me to hit you again?” She sneers.

You quickly hold up your hands to placate her. “Alright, alright,” You concede. You sigh as you shove your hands in your pockets. “Are they going to serve alcohol? I could go for some booze,” You say.

You and Wednesday walk off, unaware of the fond smile tugging on Larissa’s face as she looks at you.

You have a goofy grin as you think of Larissa. What a day. Maybe Nevermore’s growing on you after all.

Masterlist

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ i miss you there (pt.2)

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word Count - 4K

Contains - smut (18+), choking, strap on, penetration, masturbation, degradation kink, some hurt, some fluff

Key Words - nkosazana (princess)

Divider from - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - “I asked you…,” she leans into your ear, and trails her strong hands down your body until they’re met with your hips. She breathes you in, relishing in your scent. “...what did I say about bothering me at work?” Your mind immediately races back to the night Shuri left. You're left with hot flashbacks, as the ghost of Shuri’s touch from that night grazes your body. You grow hot as your pussy tightens, remembering the promise she gave you

Song Vibes - f&mu (kehlani), 10k hours (jhené aiko), caught up (dee gatti), no takebacks (kiana ledé)

Tags - @abenomeiiii @pinkwright @shuriszn @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @vixentheplanet @lustfulbarbie @pocketsizedpanther

Part 1

Writers Note: I was supposed to do this earlier, but oh well. Enjoy the read! Again, ntm on the Xhosa, it’s all from google translate lmfaoo and go read part 1 first if you haven’t yet!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The week without Shuri drags. Despite the drastic time difference, Shuri would call you every now and then. The conversations would usually last no longer than 15 minutes before she would have to take off, but you appreciate her effort. You love her.

You played with yourself almost everyday, moaning Shuri’s name as you picture her slender fingers instead of yours. You attempt to imitate the way she swirls her tongue around your tender clit, placing two fingers inside but only she can reach far enough to push you to the stars. You’re so touch deprived, it’s only fair that you ease yourself once, maybe even twice everyday she’s not with you. This makes your week drag even longer. You miss her so much.

Your week still plays out as it usually does, going to school and coming back home to an empty apartment. You watch The Fresh Prince of Bel Air almost every evening to make up for the fact that Shuri is not a simple drive away. You cuddle up in your pajamas and lazily slouch onto the sofa before you are unexpectedly interrupted by the buzz of your phone. It’s Shuri. You let it ring a couple times, trying not to look too desperate.

“Hey baby.” Her voice is like strong silk and it makes your face flush with warmth.

“Hey.”

“Unjani (How are you)? You still barely making it without me?” Shuri mocks you.

“First of all, shut the fuck up,” you joke with her. “Second of all, I’m doing just fine.”

Shuri laughs. She’s not dumb. She knows you’re lowkey falling apart and she loves to make fun of you about it.

“Yuh huh. Whatever you say, y/n.”

It was 9pm for you, meaning it was almost 5am where she was.

“Shuri, baby…what are you doing awake anyway?” you ask.

“My sleep schedule has been a little fucked ever since I got here, but I’ll be back in about 2 days, nkosazana. I promise…”

“I miss you…”

“I miss you too y/n.”

You two talk for a couple more minutes before you realize her voice trailing off. She was tired and as she should be. You could only imagine how hard she’s working over there, and you tried to tell her to go to bed earlier but she swore she wasn’t tired.

“Shuri, it’s hella late for you….you really need to go to bed.”

“What? No, I’m not even tired,” she says through a loud ass yawn and it makes you both laugh. “I made you something nkosazana…it’s a surprise.”

You gasp. “What? What is it? Tell me.”

“What part of ‘surprise’ isn’t registering through that big ass head of yours?” Shuri teases.

“Fine…fine. Your head is bigger than mine though.”

“Shut the fuck up, no it ain’t.” You both burst into laughter before you finally convince Shuri to go to sleep.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you.”

“I love you,” she reciprocates. You guys hang up the phone and the room goes silent. You continue watching your show, and fix yourself a snack before heading to bed. That night is like every other night. You think about her and the way she smells, the way she looks, and the way she feels. You take your fingers and slip them under the silk of your panties, teasing yourself as Shuri would. You place them in between your folds and breathe in quickly as you graze your now sensitive clit. You picture your girlfriend's tongue swirling around you, slowly and painfully. You lube your fingers with your saliva, trying to get the same effect as her.

“Oh yeah, just like that Shuri. Please don’t stop,” you pant. It does not feel anywhere near to what she can do, but your imagination pushes you through it. You pick up the pace, stroking your puffy clit with more pressure now as Shuri would if she were here. “I’m so close, baby. Please don’t stop. I love you.” You can feel the warm feeling traveling down your spine as the blood pulses through your pussy. You go faster. Harder. You think about the way her eyes get more concentrated like your one of her science projects as she hyper fixates herself on making you cum. You recollect the way she looks at you as you release yourself, smirking with pride at the power she has on you and your body. “Yes baby, just like…just like that.” You moan without holding back, like she’s there. You spread yourself open more, looking up at the mirror in front of you. Your pussy is so wet and swollen, but you admire yourself as Shuri does. You finally relinquish your need to prolong this moment, and give into your orgasm. You continue rubbing yourself through your orgasm because that’s what she would do. “Oh my god baby, that feels so good. Oh my god, fuck.” You look at yourself in the mirror as you cum, picturing her one last time before you climb back down from your high. You needed these next two days to fly by. You absolutely needed her in every way possible.

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Finally, the day comes when you’ll finally get to see her. You meet her in the secluded area, where a few of the Dora Milaje drop her off. You watch her as she comes out of the aircraft, wearing her damn black compression shirt again, and it makes you tingle. You run to her, and jump into her arms. She welcomes your embrace as you wrap your legs around her. She laughs at your excitement, and Okoye joins in.

“She was only gone for a week, y/n,” Okoye teases.

“I know, but I missed her.”

Shuri places you down, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you too, sthandwa sam.”

You smile.

Shuri turns to Okoye, and gives her a hug. “Undifowunele ukuba uyandidinga (Call me if you need me), Okoye.”

“Enkosi, Shuri. Ngoku goduka inkosazana yakho. Uyakukhumbula ngokucacileyo. (Thank you Shuri. Now go home to your princess. She clearly missed you.)” They both laugh, and you can’t help but wonder what they’re saying. Shuri grabs her bag and then your hand.

“What did she say?” you ask in curiosity.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how needy you are,” she chuckles.

You roll your eyes, and Shuri brings you in for another hug.

“Let’s go home princess.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You guys arrive home to your apartment, and it looks the exact same as it did before she left.

“I’m gonna go to my lab for a bit, I have some things I have to finish up,” Shuri says. Your eyes flash so fast at her, it almost gives you whiplash.

“Don’t even start with me Shuri.”

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m kidding. Don’t attack me.”

You sigh. “You’re so annoying.”

Shuri places her hand on her chest, pretending to be hurt by your words. “Ouch.”

“Boo hoo.”

There’s a moment of silence, before Shuri runs to you and lifts you up. You wrap yourself into her, smiling at her loving grasp.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Shuri says into your neck.

“I missed you more.”

“You right,” she teases.

“Shut up.”

And with that, Shuri begins to kiss you, planting love marks on the nape of your neck. She brings you into the bedroom, still holding you tightly before she gently places you on the bed. She situates herself in between your legs, rushing to get you naked.

“I love you,” you lightly moan.

“I love you more.”

She tugged at your pants, desperate to see your drenched pussy before you were rudely interrupted by the buzz of her kimoyo beads.

“Fuck,” Shuri whispers. “I have to grab this, hold on.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance, sitting yourself back up on the bed. Shuri leaves the room for some more privacy, and you try to eavesdrop on the muffles coming from the other room but all you can make out is Okoye’s voice and nothing else. After what seemed like forever, Shuri finally returns with slight panic written on her face.

“Sorry, nkosazana. I gotta head to my lab right now. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’ll be back,” she says in a frenzy. It’s clear her mind is everywhere but with you right now and it makes your blood boil.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??” you snap. You were livid. “Not even ONE HOUR and you’re already heading back to your stupid lab!”

You can see Shuri desperately trying to keep her cool, but she’s upset at your misunderstanding of her urgent situation.

“Chill out!! I said I’ll be back!” she says, matching your volume and anger.

“You can’t wait??? You literally JUST got home! Good god, I can’t stand you!” you yell, and you immediately regret the words that just fell out of your mouth. Shuri’s face changes, her anger is purely transparent. She breathes heavily into her palms.

“I can’t do this shit with you right now y/n. I’m leaving, and don’t even fucking think about coming to bother me.” Shuri rushes out of the room, grabs her bag and slams the door, making you flinch. The lump in your throat grows, as you feel the tears streaming down your cheeks. You sob into your palms before you look at your reflection in the mirror. Your face is puffy and sticky from your tears. It quite literally feels like someone took an 80 pound weight and carelessly dropped it onto your chest.

“Fuck her, for real,” you say to yourself, and you almost believed it. You finally brought yourself to get off the bed and wash your face. You looked at your reflection one last time and chuckled at the image that starred back at you. You looked pathetic. “Fuck you,” you say to yourself. “Fuck you for feeling so damn hard, you stupid mf.” You pause, and take a deep breath, collecting yourself and your intrusive thoughts. “Just…take a nap y/n.” And that ‘s exactly what you do.

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You wake up and check the clock. It’s 8pm.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. You slept for 6 hours. You rush to the living room, hoping to see her there but she isn’t. You grab your phone in dismay and call her but the phone rang once before going straight to voicemail.

“No she didn’t,” you say in disbelief. She hung up your call. “Oh no she fucking didn’t,” you repeat, making your way to the closet to grab a jacket. You remember exactly what Shuri said about disrupting her but you did not give a flying fuck. The blood beneath your skin was boiling and your face grew hot in pure frustration. The hairs on your arms stood up, and you could feel your heartbeat pick up its pace. You stomp out the door, and somewhat recklessly drive to her lab.

You pull up, and give yourself some time to collect your thoughts so you don’t carelessly explode on her again. You hop out the car and mentally count to 10, breathing in one last time before you punch in the code to her lab. The door opens and your palms are sweaty. You slowly make your way in, and there she is. Shuri looks like she’s in absolute stress.

“Shuri?”

She pauses her work for a second, but she doesn't even look at you. She takes a deep breath before continuing her work. You’re pissed, but you pull yourself together.

“I called you.”

“I saw. I ignored you.”

There’s another moment of silence, both of you clearly on the brink of snapping but neither of you want to be the first to break.

“I just…look I’m sorry, ok?”

She says nothing. You’re heated.

“Shuri…I just…holy fuck. I’m sorry…I just missed you, like really really missed you. Clearly more than you missed me, but fuck baby, please. I didn’t mean it…” you say desperately. You don’t even know if your apology is truly sincere, but what you do know is that you need her to say something before you give into the heat that’s coursing through your body. Finally she speaks.

“What did I say about bothering me while I’m working?” You let out a thick sigh, clearly hurt. You walk closer to her, stopping about two meters away from her grasp. She’s too far. You want her in your arms now.

“Shuri…please.”

“Don’t give me that.”

“Then what should I give you? Because I’m tired as fuck, and I miss you like crazy.”

“Yeah you said that already…like a million times.”

“AND I MEAN IT EVERYTIME!” Finally one of you breaks, and of course it’s you. Shuri pauses, and looks at you as you cry again. You’re so sick of crying.

“Stop fucking crying, nkosazana,” she groans in frustration.

“Stop making me cry.”

Shuri looks at you, her eyes gazing at your brokenness. She breaks the gap between you, cupping your face into her hands before she plants a kiss on your forehead.

“What makes you think you missed me more than I missed you?” she asks softly. You’re looking deep into her eyes, getting lost in the depth of them as she brushes your tears away with her thumbs.

“I don’t know…you just make it seem that way sometimes,” you reply. She completely closes the gap, bringing your tear stained cheeks into her chest. She kisses the top of your head and caresses your box braids.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers into your braids. “I love you.” You remove your face off her toned chest, and look into her eyes once more.

“I love you baby,” you coo. “And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that stupid shit I said earlier.”

A small grin appears on Shuri’s face, shifting the mood. “Oh yes you did,” she jokes. You gently hit her chest before you push yourself up to reach her lips. Her lips welcome yours with ease, showing you she missed you just as much.

“And you didn’t answer my question,” she interrupts. Your face scrunches in confusion.

“What?”

“I asked you…,” she leans into your ear, and trails her strong hands down your body until they’re met with your hips. She breathes you in, relishing in your scent. “...what did I say about bothering me at work?”

Your mind immediately races back to the night Shuri left. You're left with hot flashbacks, as the ghost of Shuri’s touch from that night grazes your body. You grow hot as your pussy tightens, remembering the promise she gave you.

‘Be patient with me when I’m working, nkosazana or I swear you’ll be so swollen, you won’t be able to walk.’ Those were her exact words. You’re wet.

“Fuck me,” you whisper into her and Shuri does not hesitate. She removes your top and pants, leaving you in your undergarments which weren’t the sexiest ones at the moment, but neither of you cared. She picked you up and placed you on the bed she kept in her lab. She kisses you all over your body, leaving nothing untouched except for the one spot you absolutely needed her most. She rips your bra off of you, your breasts pooling out and Shuri goes wide-eyed.

“Fuck,” she groans. She takes your peaked nipples into her mouth, sucking on them with intent. She pushes her knee into your crotch, earning a small whimper from you. You begin to grind slowly, putting pressure on your oversensitive clit. You begin to moan at the contact.

“That’s right baby, just like that. Fuck my shit,” she groans. Her knee grows damp from the connection with your pussy, and she grabs your throat. You breathe in sharply, clutching onto the sheets beneath you as you continue to grind down on her. The material of your panties is in the way, and Shuri notices this. She pulls your panties down, your slick leaving a trail down your pussy lips.

“Bast, I missed this.” Shuri takes her fingers, and slowly spreads your lips open, teasing your delicate clit and your aching walls.

“Where do you want me, nkosazana?” She dips the tip of her middle and ring finger into you.

“Here?”

“More,” you mutter through your pacing breath. She pushes in deeper.

“Here?” She knows what she’s doing. She loves playing with you.

“More baby, more,” you say desperately. She chuckles, as she pushes in all the way, curling just enough to nail your sweet spot. You moan, biting your bottom lip on retrieval.

“Yeah, I think that’s where you need me,” Shuri says. “But I think we can go deeper.”

Your eyes go wide, as she gets up and goes to her desk. She begins digging in her bag.

“What are you doing?” you ask, trying to catch your breath.

“I said I had something for you, remember?”

“Mhmm…”

You can see she’s doing something behind her desk, but you just can’t pinpoint it. She steps out from behind the desk, revealing the strap hugging her robust figure. Your stomach literally drops, and you can feel your lungs expand against your ribcage. It was big. SHE was big.

“Is that made from-“

“Yes,” she cut you off. You chuckle.

“Don’t tell me you went all the way to Wakanda to make that,” you joke. Shuri laughs. “What does it do?”

Shuri walks over to you, and resumes her position on top of you. She grazes the tip of it in your slit, and you're already losing it.

“Wanna find out?”

You’re unresponsive as she circles your clit with her tip. You just can’t gather your thoughts together right now. You want her inside you.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she smirks. She takes your thighs, and opens you up. Your lips spread open, paving way to the dew spilling onto the sheets beneath you.

“You’re so wet, y/n. Such a good girl for me, hm?” She takes the tip and experimentally pushes it inside you, making sure you’re still comfortable. Your breathing hitches, as you mentally prepare yourself to handle her size. “Let me know if you want me to stop, nkosazana.”

“Don’t stop. Fuck me please,” you beg. She pushes into you gently but with clear pressure. You feel yourself open up to her, your pussy anchoring onto the girth inside you. You can feel it stroking your walls, each thrust pulsating your nerves. It was a challenge to grapple at first, your pussy adapting to something new. Shuri notices your slight struggle.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you answer immediately. And you meant it. You could take her. You wanted her. You loved her.

“Keep going baby, I want to cum,” you moan. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

She begins to pick up the pace, your walls keeping up with her. You suddenly feel something new, a vibration stirring inside you. Your eyes shoot open in pleasure, and whatever moans you were holding back are now spilling out without apology.

“Is it…?”

“Is it vibrating? Yes it is, baby.” Oh she was mean. Clever…but mean. It was almost too much. The penetration and the vibration?? You were throbbing.

“Take this dick baby. You’re doing so well. So pretty.” She slams faster. Harder. You can tell she was still a bit frustrated with you from earlier, and she needed to ease herself. You were more than ok with that cuz you needed it too.

“Oh my god, yes Shuri. Yes baby. Don’t fucking stop,” you whine. She keeps going, picking up to a more rough pace, making your pussy squelch in pleasure. The pulsing vibrations of her size make your walls tremble through the bliss. You can feel it approaching.

“Fuck y/n, you’re so tight,” Shuri groans. She does the thing you love best, grabbing your throat and squeezing. Your face softens in pleasure and your jaw drops open as you look her in the eyes. “Yeah baby, just like that. Such a pretty little slut.”

You give her another whimpered moan, gripping the fabric beneath you as she hardens her grip around your throat.

“You missed me baby?” Shuri asks.

“Yes.”

“Then cum for me. Cum on this dick. Don’t hold back.”

That’s it. That’s all it takes. The penetration, the vibration, and Shuri’s dirty mouth send bolts through your veins. She pushes into your sore pussy hard, boning your sensitive spot. You surrender to the euphoric throb coursing through your pussy walls. Shuri doesn’t stop her heavy pace, purposefully fucking you through your orgasm and you almost can’t take it. Your back lifts off the bed, and you cannot stop moaning. It feels heavenly. Celestial.

“Shuri, Shuri, Shuri,” is all you can say. She does not stop thrusting. You don’t want her to stop.

“Give me another one, princess.” Is she insane? Probably, but so are you. “You owe me one after the stress you put me through, so take this dick again.”

She fucks you again. HARD. Each thrust sends you closer to heaven. You clutch onto her arms as your head dips back in overstimulation.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

You physically cannot respond, your pulsating cunt won’t let you. Shuri chuckles, proud of the control she has on you. “Mhmm, that’s right, y/n. This is me keeping my promise to you. Cum on this dick, nkosazana. Remember it was me who did it.”

You reach your second of the night, and if this isn’t heaven then you don’t know what is. Your body goes stiff as every nerve contracts, especially the ones between your legs.

“I love you,” you finally say through orgasm.

“I love you more, nkosazana.”

Finally Shuri slows down as she breathes through the workout you just gave her. She pulls out, leaving a trail of your slick all over the sheets. Your body is limp as you try to collect yourself, but both your mind and body are still faraway. Shuri brings you up, pulling your body against hers as she cradles you.

“You did so well, my love. I’m so proud of you,” she says as she caresses your braids, planting kisses on the top of your head once more. She goes to the bathroom, and grabs a cloth to clean you up. She helps you put your clothes back on, hugging your curves and kissing you along the way. You are sore.

“Are you ok, y/n? I hope I didn’t hurt you,” she says with concern in her voice.

“No…no you didn’t. I needed that,” you reassure her. “I really, really needed that.”

Shuri smiles, taking your hands in hers as she massages your knuckles with her lips.

“Are you still mad at me?” you ask. She chuckles.

“Are you being for real?” she teases.

“Believe it or not, but I actually am being for real.”

She pauses, eyeing your beauty before bringing you into her chest. “Come here baby.” You press into her. You love her so much, you wanna live under her skin.

“I need you to listen to me y/n, and listen to me clearly.”

You look up at her, prepared to bask in every word she says.

“I love you, with every fiber of my being, I love you. But I also love my country, my family…”

Your heart grows warm.

“I’m a busy woman. I have things to do, stuff to build, pieces to design. I’m still Wakandan, nkosazana.”

“I know.”

“I’m being serious, y/n. You HAVE to be patient with me.”

“…I know.” She pushes the braids that fall on your face to the side, and smiles at how beautiful you are. She loves you.

“You’re so needy, you know that right?” she pesters, only half joking.

“I know.”

“I love you though.”

“I love you too.”

Neither of you went back home that night. You fall asleep in each other's arms, using each other's body heat for warmth. You know you’ll have to get up, and face the fact that Shuri will still be burdened with her Wakandan duties, but it was part of the deal. You don’t know who you are without her, and you never want to find out. You will stick by her side, and love her through it. Even when you miss her. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

[riotlain]

Ghosts of Woodsboro Pt1

rewrite of a fic I wrote in literal freshman year that was ass

i hope this is better

The day you had lost sleep over had finally arrived. As you stood before Woodsboro High, looking at the bustle of students heading inside, you couldn’t help but feel slightly unease - and the weight of all those stares on your back. This was nothing new, of course, ever since you got your prosthetic, you’ve had people stare. But still, it was never easy to bear. Moving to a new school was already hard, but moving to another state all the way from New Jersey? That didn't help one bit.

Letting out an uneasy sigh, you begin your walk to the office to grab your schedule. That was the easy part. Now it was time to actually find your classes.

English was first.

You began your way to class, keeping your gaze forward to avoid looking at people’s faces. As you walked, a guy, and who you presumed to be his girlfriend, began walking next to you. The guy was tall and lanky while the girl was shorter with silky blonde hair.

“Hey, nice mask. Why’re you wearing it?” He asked bluntly. The girl shot him a look. “You can’t just ask that, Stu!” ‘Stu’ just laughed in response. “Did your face get burnt or something and it's all melted and gross?” He asked with exaggerated facial expressions to signify the melting. The girl elbowed him.

“Sorry about him. I'm Tatum, what's your name?” “Y/n.” You answered quickly. You weren't entirely interested in this Stu guy based on his first impression. Tatum seemed decent enough though.

The 3 of you continued walking to your class, before you finally arrived at English class.

“You have this class too, Y/n?” Tatem asked as you 2 walked in together. You just nodded and sat down in a free seat. The entire class felt like a blur, you were zoned out for the majority of it. It was probably because of how little sleep you got last night. It was like that until Tatem approached your desk holding a paper.

“You wanna work together?” The blonde asked, placing her hands on your desk. You stared at her for a moment, confused on what she meant, until you read the instructions on the sheet of paper.

“On the research paper?” You answered hesitantly before nodding. “Yea, sure. What do you have in mind?”

Tatum thought for a moment. “I’m not sure.. How about we brainstorm?” She said as she pulled up a seat and sat next to you. For the rest of class you 2 came up with various ideas. It ranged from animals, to space, to random interests you both had.

“What about ghosts?” You proposed. Tatum raised an eyebrow at you.

“You actually believe in that sorta stuff?” She asked with an unconvinced chuckle. You nod.

“I'm pretty sure my apartment is haunted. Not mine specifically but the complex is… We could check it out if you want.” You tried to sound nonchalant about it, doing a small shrug.

Tatum thought for a moment before nodding.

“Yea sure. Not for our project but it’d be cool to see ghosts.” She answered with an interested yet slightly skeptical look.

“Cool. I can drive you there after school.” You offered and she agreed.

The rest of school went by pretty normally and boringly. You mainly looked forward to ghost hunting after school, even if it sounded a little silly. Once the last bell rang, you began your way to the school’s entrance, spotting Tatum by Stu and 2 others.

“Hey Tatum, you ready to go?”

Before the blond could respond, Stu stepped in.

“Woah, just what are you two planning?” He stepped in. Tatum just rolled her eyes. “We’re just gonna be doing a project together.” She explained. You just nodded along.

As you and Tatum began your way to your apartment, Billy and Stu couldn't help but watch. You felt their eyes piercing the back of your head but you just thought it was about your appearance.

You couldn't be more wrong.

[w1ldthoughts]

Big Man

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: Jack wants to celebrate every milestone, including a one month anniversary.

Warning: smut…yeah.

Approximately six years had passed since the last time he was someone’s boyfriend. Life was completely different now. He could actually pay for things and plan dates. But everything still had to be private. Only Urban, DK and Mani were aware of this turn of events and the new couple intended to keep it that way. The less people know about your business, the less they could comment on it. And the odds were already staked against them, there was no way they were ready to hear about how hard making the relationship work was going to be.

They agreed to see each other two weekends a month, once in Louisville and once in Miami if their schedules allowed it. Or they would be meeting each other wherever was needed. Jack had spent the last month proving to his girlfriend that he was taking this relationship seriously. Once a week she’d get a bouquet of peonies delivered to her door and in her office. He’d order her favorite food if she mentioned she didn’t have time to grab lunch that day. When he came to visit last, he stocked the pantry with her favorite snacks and even got a bunch of treats and toys for Harper.

Now that she was back in Louisville, she wanted to return the favor. To her surprise he was nowhere to be found when she got to his house. Zoey had checked pretty much every square inch of the place and was kind of pissed at the thought of him still being in the studio. She pulled out her phone to give him a call.

“Jack, where are you? I’ve been running around your house like a headless chicken looking for you.” She huffed out.

The laugh on the other end of the line made her blood boil even more. “Relax, I’m in the backyard. You should come out here, the weather is perfect.”

She rolled her eyes, feeling her anger quickly melt away at the thought of being in his arms again. The sight in the backyard took her breath away.

“What’s all this?” She asks him when he comes into view. He jogged over to her and lifted her off her feet, holding on for dear life.

“I missed you.” He whispered as he put her down, kissing the palm of her right hand with a smile.

That damn smile was going to be the death of her. “I missed you too. You didn’t tell me you were doing all of this. What’s it all for?”

“Celebrating the best month of my life. We’ve got a little picnic here and then I thought we could paint for a little bit. Then I’ll let you take mine home and I’ll keep yours here so we can have a little piece of each other to look at before the next time we’re physically together.”

Jack looks down at her to read her expression. “You think it’s corny, don’t you?”

“No! Not at all.” She exclaims. “I think it’s adorable. And I’m really excited for you look at a piece of artwork and think of me. Every. Single. Day.”

He stared at her lips as she spoke, going in slowly after she finished her sentence. She used the strings of his white hoodie to pull him in even closer, as his hand came up to stroke her cheek. Kissing her made him feel like he was floating, suspended in endless realm of tranquility. Like everything in the world just made perfect sense.

They spent the next few hours feeding each other and carefully watched YouTube tutorials with headphones on as they worked on their respective paintings.

“We should head inside and let these dry before we do our big reveal.” Jack voices, standing up from his spot across from her. He walks over to give Zoey a hand, which she happily takes as they walk into the house together to wash their hands.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He whispers into her hair, having cuddled into Zoey on the couch as she browsed the Hulu catalog.

She turned around slightly to give him a quick peck. “Me too. Been waiting for this for a while, since the moment you left Miami.”

“You’re cute,” he chuckles. “And you smell so good.” Zoey feels a chill throughout her body as he nuzzles his face into her neck. He begins tracing long lines along her outer thigh. She responds by straddling him and placing soft kisses along his jaw.

Jack was sure he needed a better expression than cloud nine as he pulled her chin up using his index finger and gave her a lengthy, lingering kiss. He’d respected her wishes not to do anything beyond that because of his decisions throughout their break but god did he think about it a lot. The kiss grew hungrier as he snuck a hand in her shirt and began fondling her breast just enough for her to moan into his mouth. He was already half hard, his dick beginning to stand at attention.

“We should head upstairs.” Zoey expressed, her soft but subtly seductive gaze hinting at more than just another round of steamy kisses.

He catches his breath, a smile growing on his face and without another word, they headed up to his room and he locked the door behind them.

Before he could even process it, she was on top of him. “I think you’ve had enough time to get that sex binging out of your system, don’t you agree?”

Instead of responding, he stole another kiss. Zoey loved that he had a tendency to just simply worship every inch of her body, eating her out like it was the last thing he’d ever do. The tip of his tongue gliding effortlessly against her clit, using one of his hands to enhance the stimulation until she fell apart at the seams. He carefully sucked on the sensitive area until she climaxed and he gave her a minute to come down, wiping at the pre-cum that had appeared while getting her prepped.

She was a little tighter than Jack remembered, but it had also been three months since he’d been inside her so he entered her slowly, holding his breath a bit at the restraint. He heard a soft groan underneath him and his hips stilled.

“You alright, baby?”

“I’m good—great actually. Keep going.”

Jack placed gentle hands on both of her hips, relaxing into it a little more with a few short thrusts and eventually sliding all the way in.

“Oh my god…” Zoey whines in ecstasy, her breaths becoming more erratic. Every movement had him closer and closer to the edge, his grunts of pleasure increasing in volume. Usually a bit sloppier, Jack wanted to take his time and savor the moment, until he felt hands on his ass, urging him to go harder. He splayed kisses along her collarbone and he could practically feel Zoey’s stomach clenching when he picks up the pace.

Her toes began to curl while he steadily thrust in and out of her, going so deep that it felt like he was actually going to hit her cervix. They both began to lose themselves further, her eyes falling shut while he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, fucking through her orgasm. His dick twitched when he pulled out, a short whine escaping his lips as he filled the condom with his load.

After they took a short nap and had dinner, they headed back outside to present their masterpieces.

“I painted this because in a galaxy that is so massive and relatively unknown, you’re my favorite thing in the universe.” Jack beams.

“Oh my god,” she coos. “That’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Now I feel bad.”

Jack furrows his eyebrows, “why? I’m sure whatever you painted will be perfect.”

“Okay, hear me out. I only painted it because I love Scream and thought it would be funny. But also falling in love is scary, so there’s a little bit of a double meaning there.”

“Are you falling in love with me Zozo?” He teased, slowly moving towards to grab her hand, their fingers woven together seamlessly. She simply nods, bringing his hand to her lips. “Good. Because I’m so far gone for you, it’s not even funny.”

Zoey had a man, a big, 6’3, powerful man that she absolutely already knew she loved. But he was going to have to say it first.

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[darkwolf989]

Outside the office Part Four

Hi all! Part Four- hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! That is to say- quite a bit!

“What do you mean, you can’t make it?” Valentino asked in exasperation. “Neither of you?”

Both Velvette and Vox shook their heads no. I stood next to the couch, feeling both frustrated and embarrassed at my alleged need for a bodyguard. This is something that would have literally never happened back home. I could take care of myself- not that anyone would believe me. 

“I have a meeting- I can’t miss it.” Vox explained.  

“And I scheduled this fashion show months ago. You two will be fine. Just stick to him like glue, you hear me?” Velvette replied, turning towards me. 

“Wouldn’t it be better if she went with one of you? I have work to do too, you know. I don’t go out every night just for fun.” Valentino paced the foyer. 

“I could just- stay home.” I said softly, wishing I could sink into the floor. “I can take care of myself, you know.” 

“I think the fuck not.” Velvette shooed her hand at me. “Don’t be absurd. No reason to spend the night alone. The issue is safety- you staying here by yourself won’t solve that issue, and  I can’t have you next to me during the show.”

“And I don’t trust the demons I’m meeting with.” Vox added, his voice a touch softer. “But that isn’t your fault.” 

Valentino sighed. “Fine. Then the safest place is with me tonight. Princessa, I need you to stick by me like glue though, hm?” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “But first, dinner. Since it’s just us, any requests?”

“Alright, so it's settled. I’ll see you back here tonight. I doubt I’ll make it out.” Vox said, turning and hitting the elevator button. 

“Same. Just stick by Val and you’ll be fine.” Velvette winked at me. 

They stepped into the elevator and the door closed after them. Valentino looked at me expectantly. 

“Any thoughts on what you might like to eat?”

I shrugged. “What are my options?”

“It’s hell. Literally anything you can think of. What do you like, princessa?”

“Pasta.” I shrugged. “That’s always a safe bet.”

“Fine. I know just the place.” Valentino pulled out his phone and punched a few numbers in. He spoke quickly and when he hung up, he turned to me. “Come, mi amor. ” 

As we rode down the elevator together we chatted lightly about what I had done that day. Between the edits for Vox and the modeling for Velvette, my day had begun early and hadn’t ended until just before the realization that Vox and Velvette had events that night. 

“What about you? What did you do all day today?” I asked out of curiosity. 

“The usual, nothing interesting princessa.” He replied dismissively. 

I wasn’t surprised by his answer. Over the past few months Valentino rarely discussed the inner workings of his day. Unlike Vox or Velvette who vented whenever the opportunity arose, Valentino remained strangely silent when it came to his work. 

We arrived quickly and Valentino guided me through the doors, hooking his arm in mine. 

“Just stay within my eyesight tonight, and everything will be fine.” He assured me as we took our seats. “Wine?”

I accepted and he poured me a glass. The waiter brought out two full plates and I dug in.

“So tell me, Princessa. You’ve been here a few months now, and I still don’t know what brought you here in the first place.” He reached over and refilled my wine glass. “Care to share?”

I stopped eating. “Lucifer didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head. “No. That’s why I’m asking you, babydoll. It will stay among us, I assure you.”

“It isn’t a secret. Or at least, I didn’t think it was.” I took a deep breath. “You know Lucifer is technically my biological uncle. My mother is- was Lilith, his sister. She married my father, who is- er, was, the head of the extermination unit in heaven.”

I paused and tried to read the expression on his face. 

“Go on, love.” He prompted calmly. 

I hesitated, a cold, uneasy feeling washing over my insides. I didn’t like to talk about it, but he brought up a good point. I had been there long enough and knew the V’s well enough that sharing my story couldn’t cause any harm. 

 “I didn’t know Lilith was my mother until right before I came down here.” I began slowly. “Lucifer filled me in on her death my first night here. Shortly after I was born, a band of angels got together and slaughtered her. When I was growing up, I was told she died in childbirth, and beyond that it just wasn’t talked about.” I took a deep breath. “So it was just Dad and I growing up, and he…he was tough. He had to be, to hold his position and raise a kid. So I grew up learning what he taught his soldiers- exercise, movement, fighting. Contrary what Lucifer believes,  I can fight- and I can fight pretty well too.” 

Valentino nodded and gave me an encouraging smile as he waited for me to gather my thoughts. The pang of sadness struck me and I took a gulp of wine, willing it to wash the sadness away. 

“About a year ago, the power structure in heaven began to shift. The exorcist regime as my father ran culled sinners with Lucifer’s input. That is to say Lucifer chose the worst of the sinners down here, and sentenced them to death himself. As the hierarchy shifted, another angel came to the forefront, calling for a new order. An order where angels had the final say.” I paused and drained the rest of my glass. 

Valentino wordlessly handed me a glass of water before refilling my cup. I took a sip but set the glass down, drinking down more wine as I prepared to say the next part. 

“The night before I came here, my father called me into his office. Lucifer was waiting for me. My Dad told me everything- how my mother was a demon, and as such I was half demon. He told me he kept it hidden for the longest time to keep both himself and me safe. Heaven wouldn’t accept a half angel, and in their eyes, my father committed an egregious sin. The people coming into power had made a connection between the demon they slaughtered twenty five years ago, and my existence. I begged my father to let me stay, begged him to let me fight.” I rubbed my eyes, biting back tears. “He refused. Lucifer dragged me through the portal and that was the last time I saw my father. Later that night, Lucifer dropped the bomb- my father was gone, and a new government had risen to power. And they wanted me dead, alongside my so-called traitor of a father.” 

“Princessa.” Valentino said softly. 

My glass was empty and I took the bottle from across the table, refilling my cup as I tried to control the trembling that threatened my voice. “And do you want to know what the worst part is? I could have stayed. I could have fought, I could have made a difference. And instead, I left like a coward. I let Lucifer take me instead of standing my ground. And now, my father is dead because of it.” 

Valentino reached across the table, taking both my hands in his. “It sounds more to me like your father saved you. Angels cannot live down here for longer than twenty four hours. He knew he couldn’t run- but as a half angel, you could.” He paused. “I’m sorry, princessa, for your loss.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the mental wall I had spent so long trying to build to come up again. To shut out the pain. I exhaled slowly, willing myself to disassociate from the memory. I would have drank more wine, but his hands held both of mine firmly. 

“There isn’t anything I can do about it now. But Valentino, that’s why I’m here. That’s why Lucifer left me with you. And it pisses me off that he didn’t make you aware of the danger you’re in. They killed my father, what is to stop them from coming after you next?” 

He smiled. “Princessa, they may try. But we have a much, much stronger advantage simply by being in hell. Add in the amount of security around you, and I assure you that we are not the ones you should be worried about. We are here to keep you safe from all dangers- be it angels, or a more immediate threat- the sinners and demons who reside in hell. Tell me, princessa, did you feel safe walking the streets of heaven when you lived there?”

I stared at him. “Of course.”

“Would you help someone if they asked for it?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” I hoped the offense was evident in my voice. 

“Because that attitude in hell would get you killed in a second, princessa. You grew up in a trusting environment. You didn’t have to think twice about helping someone, nor worry about underlying motivations that person may have. Down here, things are not so simple. There is a reason hell exists.” He let go of my hands and gently took the wine glass away from me. “Don’t think we believe you are weak- you have made it very clear to us that you are strong. And the past you shared sheds light on many of the questions that have arisen during our time together.”

“Questions? Questions like what?” I asked. 

“Your gym routine, for one. I’ve never met someone so dedicated to a rigorous, daily two hour workout. Your writing and reading skills for another. Some of the documents you edited were mine- and I am impressed by the analytical way you get your point across. Put that together with your personality, and it makes sense that you have a military-like background.” 

I felt my cheeks flush- be it from the wine or the embarrassment was beyond me. Valentino stood up and offered me his hand. 

“Come princessa. Let us walk away from this discussion and enjoy the night together, shall we?”

I nodded and accepted his hand, the feeling of relief washing over me.  We arrived at the club in record time, and made our way through the entrance. Although Valentino had moved past our conversation, the cold feeling of guilt still weighed heavy in my chest. I sat at the table and drank, feeling Valentino’s eyes on me even as he moved throughout the room. I quickly lost count of how many glasses of wine I drank, trying to wash down the sadness that threatened to consume me. I would not cry. My father didn’t tolerate crying. This shouldn’t be any different. 

“It’s time to go home, babydoll.” Valentino said, walking up to me. 

I stood up and the room spun. I grabbed the table to steady myself and concern washed over his features. He tilted my chin so our eyes met. 

“Come, princessa.” He said gently, taking me by the arm. “I’ve got you.” 

We somehow ended up back in the limo and I snuggled next to him, the feeling of safeness and stability settling over me. I laid my head on his shoulder.  He looked down at me and smiled. Butterflies joined the mixed feelings in my belly and I wriggled myself closer to him. He bent his head down, his lips hovering above mine.  

I leaned in and he froze and pulled away, shaking his head. 

“No, princessa. Not when you have had too much to drink.” He said gently. He pulled me to his lap and stroked my hair, guiding my head to his chest. 

“But Val,” I heard myself whine in protest. “I…you make me feel safe.”

“Princessa. Every part of me would like nothing more than to cover you with kisses and make sure that you never felt unsafe again. But until you are able to consent- sober and able to consent- I will not.” His hand paused on my head. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.” 

“But Val.”

I felt his hand slide down to my shoulder and he rubbed my back. “Tomorrow morning, princessa. I promise. We will talk about this.” 

Darkness fell over me until I felt the limo stop. I tried to get up, embarrassment and offense flooding my body as I realized he had turned me down.  I tried to pull myself out and stumbled. I felt his arms around my waist, steadying me before lifting me up off the ground. 

“I can walk.” I mumbled against him.”You don’t have to help me.” 

“If you think for one second I’m going to let you fall on your face, you have another thing coming.” He cradled me to his shoulder as he carried me inside. “Just so you know, I’m not leaving you by yourself tonight.” 

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled in response as he carried me out of the elevator and onto our floor. “I can walk. My bedroom is that way.”

He ignored me and part of me realized he was carrying me down towards his room. He pushed open the door, holding me with one hand and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on his bed. 

“Arms up,”  he commanded. “Come on princessa. Help me out here. This is usually Vox’s job.”

I half heartedly lifted my arms up and he yanked a tee shirt over my head, guiding my arms through. I felt a tug around my top and heard the fabric rip. He pulled the remains of my outfit out from underneath the tee shirt. I stood up, the fabric falling to my knees. I tried to pull off my pants, struggling with the too tight buttons. He gently pulled my hands to the side and in a second, my pants were around my ankles. I stumbled as I shook them off. 

“Back to bed,” he said sternly, rolling me on my side. “Just like that. Good girl.”

“I’m okay Val.” I protested. 

I felt him lay next to me. “You’re not. I’ve been around enough to know the difference between a drinking to forget kind of drunk, and the I’ve had too much fun kind of drunk.” He leaned over and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Princessa, you are very much the former.” 

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re safe here. I promise. Now go to sleep.” His voice was soft, almost soothing. 

“Yes, Valentino.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. 

I felt him tighten his grip ever so gently before sleep washed over me. 

[hotchners-wifey]

Save Her

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader

A/N: Helloo yes i know it's been a while since i've updated something but life has taken a turn so, i had this idea while on the way home from work. So sit back relax and enjoy. Y/F/F means your favorite flower. these might also be two chapters a day type of story

Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.

~Next Chapter

Warnings: Cursing(once), talk of death and near drowning

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Five days before Y/N disappears

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Y/N's POV:

Being an FBI agent wasn't easy, but having no significant other outside the job made it so much better. You never have to worry about missing date nights, but after a while it gets lonely. But as I said this business isn't easy, I'd rather be alone than have to curse someone to live with my inconsistent schedule. Emily, JJ, and Penelope on the other hand do not like the idea that I like being single.

"Come one Y/N, you never want to go out with us." I nod keeping my focus on my computer, "There's a reason for that Penny, you all know I hate parties." JJ cuts in before Penny can respond. "But it's not a party, its a club. There's a difference." I look up from my computer to give her a sarcastic smile, "Oh really? I didn't know that." Emily cackles at my sarcasm, "Y/N just come with us, please?" I sigh.

Looking back at my computer in defeat, "Fine, I'll go out with you guys tonight." Penny squeals in excitement and happiness which catches the attention of Spencer, Morgan and Rossi as they walk into the Bull Pen, "What's got you so excited Mama?" Derek asks, she rushes over to him and hugs him. "Y/N said she'll go out with us tonight." He looks around her at me surprised, "Really?" I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my computer.

"Oh there's no need to get so hostile Y/N/N, you're gonna have so much fun tonight." I sighed, "Now you of all people know I hate parties Derek." He smirks and walks past me, "Whatever you say, Katara." I sigh and hang my head. "I thought I asked you to stop calling me that Morgan. That only happened once." He laughed loudly at that. "What only happened once?" Spencer asks, just as confused and the others. "When we were younger Y/N binged Avatar The Last Airbender and thought she was a water bender, and the next time we went to the pool she thought she could control the water, so she jumped into the deep end knowing she couldn't swim and I had to save her from drowning." Emily burst out laughing and I turned away in shame. "And to remind me of the most embarrassing moment in my life, my parents and siblings decided to nickname me Katara." Emily couldn't stop laughing while the others had slight smiles and smirks, I cracked a smile and looked at the clock. "Alright it's time for me to head home since I've been peer pressured into leaving the comfort of my home tonight." Penny rushes over to me. "Wait we're coming with you because we have to make sure you have the proper attire for the club tonight." I sigh and nod as Penny runs back to her office to grab her stuff. Emily and JJ grab their belongings off their desk and we walk to the elevator and wait for Penelope to return from her office. When she gets back we get into the elevator and down to the garage. JJ and Emily get into their cars and Penny and I get into mine and we drive to my apartment. ________________________________________

Time Skip to arriving at your apartment building

________________________________________ When we arrive I can see the shock on Penny's face, "Woah I completely forgot how fancy this place is. You're so lucky to have rich family." JJ and Emily join you both at the entrance and we're greeted by the doorman George. "Miss Y/L/N good afternoon." I smile at him "Good afternoon George." "Would you like me to grab Benny, Alex and Drew to drive you and your friends cars to the garage?" I shook my head. "Not at the moment George we're only going to be here for a few hours but thanks for asking." He nods and holds the door open, "Well just give us a call if you change your mind Miss Y/L/N." I smile and walk through the door, "You know I will George." Emily and JJ look shocked by my apartments fanciness. "Y/N you have door holders and chauffeur's. Next you're gonna tell me that there's a dining lounge on the roof." I laugh. "Of course not." I turned towards the elevator, "It's on the 10th floor." I smirk knowing her jaw is on the floor and walk towards the elevator and they follow. I press the number for my floor and just listen to the sounds of the elevator. When the doors open we walk down the hall until we reach my front door. I stop in my dead tracks, in front of my door is a bouquet of Y/F/F, with a note in blue ink that reads. "See you soon."

There's only one person in this world who knows what my favorite flower is and he's dead, right?

[a-certain-romance]

Your hips, your lips, they’re mine

Characters/Ships: Yae Miko x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your relationship with her has brought a lot of unwanted attention. Thankfully, she came up with the perfect solution.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, markings, scissoring

Link to Pt2 & Pt3

It started after you two began dating. It wasn’t unlike Miko to occasionally take a human lover every few centuries but what was baffling to most people was that it was someone like you. You, the seemingly ordinary Inazuman citizen who neither had much mora to their name nor held any high ranking position, within the tri-commission or otherwise.

Your presence, which used to go unnoticed by plenty of people, intrigued those who learned of your relationship. We’re you really human, or just a Yokai in disguise? Is there some secret talent you possess that strays further from a vision? What is it about you that won over the guji’s heart? All this unwanted attention has attracted many sorts of people, but the most irritating we’re the ones who tried to test their luck on asking you out.

At this point of her life, Miko was adept in terms of her patience. But these pests who are vying for your attention were certainly testing her resolve. Her busy work schedule doesn’t allow her to visit you often during the day yet she can practically sense the amount of unwanted guests you entertain all the way from the top of Mt. Yougou.

She’s on the verge of snapping when yet another one of your sudden “suitors” interrupts one of your many late night strolls through the city with the promise of a romantic, candlelight dinner by the sea. Since words can seem to get through to these dense idiots, she’ll opt to putting her arm around your waist and pull you close to her chest. If you don’t shut down the conversation immediately, she’d start twirling her finger in you hair and whisper downright filthy remarks in your ear as if the other person weren’t still there. Yet the man is still unfazed, as if he isn’t intimidated by the Yae Miko.

Has she really lost her touch? Maybe being with you really has make her soft. He tries to lay his hand on yours and that becomes the last straw. Finally having enough, she moves him out of the way by the shoulder and “accidentally” slips a current of electricity through him. Taking your hand, she practically drags you to your shared apartment before anyone else can try to get their hands on you.

If the people of Inazuma can’t seem to take the hint that you’re taken, she’ll have to make that fact much more obvious by biting at your neck and in places that would be hard to cover up. She’d mark your boobs, stomach and thighs, anywhere she can get her hands on really. All this pent of frustration is getting to her and she needs some form of release soon.

Hands moving to your hips, she lines up her clit to yours and starts grinding. Miko would press you down into the mattress until you’re squirming away from the pleasure. “And just where are you trying to run off to my dear? Not to that whore in the city are you? I can make you feel so good, better than what they can ever promise you just you wait”.

She cuts off your whines with her mouth. She loves the little moans and noises you make when she runs her tongue along yours. She needs this. She needs you to moan for her and only her. The rhythm speeds up and she can tell you’re close like she is. She removes your mouth from hers as her eyebrows furrow in concentration. You tap her arm and ask to come together, Miko could never be happier.

She holds you tightly when the both of you finish. She’ll smooth over the hickes she made with her tongue with light open-mouthed kisses as she repeats the words mine mine mine. You love Miko dearly but you have to admit, seeing her jealous is kinda hot. You start to wonder if teasing her by talking more to these people would gain the same reaction, but with her hand trailing down to massage your cunt you save the thought for later.

[miniisunshine]

It's here! My Kappa x new girl is out

Synopsis : Was he yours if he wanted me so bad

Warnings : AFAB ready, P in V, swearing, dubious consent?, dom Kappa, sort off humiliation kink

Being the new girl in an already established group is never easy, even harder when there's princess treatments for one, but boy oh boy were you determine to move that bitch and take her place sooner or later.

You've met Kappa for the first time in an alleyway; while you were trying to steal from a creepy guy, your plan failed miserably and you ended up trap inbetween him and a brick wall. Trying to escape from his strong grasp, delaying the horrible nightmares who would come next, you were lucky enough to be saved by the long black haired cult leader. Immediately hypnotised by his cold icy gaze, you didn't need to think one minute to accept his invitation to join his "human-robots killers group". I mean, you were already in the crime industry, what could go wrong?

Already head over heels for this man, you were greeted with a cold shower when you first met Kappa's favorite one : Theta. And she made it veeery clear to you that he was hers and she was his, like a prince to his princess.

But what she didn't know was, at night, the one she called "mine" was in your bed, carressing and kissing you, whispering sweet words into your ears as he fucked you until you couldn't see clear and you loved it, even though you still wanted to be more than just his midnight love.

So one night, as you were laying on his chest, drawing circles on his skin, you poured your heart out for Kappa.

"Are you gonna claim me as yours one day?"

"Why are you asking that Sugar?"

You sighed

"I'm tired of being your dirty little secret, i should be the one you show proudly, not Theta.."

"But i love you just like i love her, isn't that enough?"

"No it's not! And you clearly don't LOVE her if you keep coming in my bed every night! Stop lying with those words."

You almost screamed.

Shocked by your anger he got off the bed, raising his hand to slap you, but didn't, like a force prevented him from doing so. Without a word, he stormed out the room, leaving you crying quietly on your matress, deeply affected by his unequival feelings to you.

As the night goes by, sadness grew into anger and anger became vengance: let's see how long he could resist keeping you a secret to the rest of the group.

In the morning, you threw off the sluttiest nightgown you could find, parading in front of everybody, purposefully getting the attention of every man who would get an eyeful of your body.

Bending over to grab the milk in the fridge, your eyes met Kappa's furious gaze, as you slowly poured the liquid in a glass. Because Theta was peacefully eating her breakfast next to you, he knew nothing could be done right now to stop this show you put on before lunch, preventing "his" men from looking at you like lions looking at their prey.

You finished your milk, winking at him while licking your lips, as you went back into your room, changing yourself, ready to attack this beautiful day.

Since nothing was scheduled today, you decided to take on the tasks you were given one your first day : cleaning the house. Washing and scrubing was something you enjoyed a lot and with a boring day like this, it was the perfect activity to waste your time one.

As the hour passed, you were left all alone in the house, cleaning the dining room, while the others benefited from the great warmth outside, or so you thought.

Deeply focus into your work, you didn't heard Kappa's footsteps rapidly approaching, caging you with his chest on your back and his hands trapping yours on the table.

"You have 5 seconds to explain what happened this morning Sugar."

He asked calmly, with a bittersweet undertone.

"I don't know what you're talking about.."

You said innocently, but deep down, this moment was all you hoped for after what you have done earlier.

"Don't act fucking stupid with me. Is it because of last night? Are you now punishing me for telling you the truth sweety?"

You couldn't respond. His dark tone and his tall body towering behind you were making you unable to let any sound come out of your mouth.

"Let's see who's really getting punish in all of this."

You couldn't process what he had said before he forcefully slamed your upperbody on the table, pressing his hard on in your ass.

"W..wait Kappa.. We can t..talk!"

"Too late pretty face, you've reached my limit and now you have to pay for it."

His peaceful voice would have calmed everybody, but the situation made it bone chilling as the words reached your ears.

He cuffed both your hands behind your back with his right hand while he stripped you from your pants and underwear before doing the same with his.

You couldn't deny the excitement in that moment, but you could also feel the anxiety going up as you knew you were in for a rough one.

Against all odds, you felt Kappa's fingers carressing your wet folds, making you whimper.

"Already so wet for me.. Do you really think i believed you when you told me you didn't put that little show on purpose this morning?"

He landed a hard slap on your ass, obtaining a hiss from you, as he lower himself to your ears.

"You want me to show everybody who you belong to?"

You nodded weakly before he inserted himself harshly into you, with a low groan. You loudly cried out of pleasure, but also from pain, as a tear made his way on your cheek.

"Nhg... K..Kappa.."

You tried to tell him to go softer with you but his rapid thrusts could only make you moan.

"Yea, keep calling my name like that"

He grabbed your waist, bruising it with his grip, as if he was scared you were gonna try to escape, but you weren't. The pain you felt earlier was far gone and replaced by pure enjoyment created by Kappa's dick into you.

Both your moans filled the dining room, creating a perfect melody for anybody to hear, and by anybody you meant Theta, who was watching everything from the window, outside. You catched her staring as Kappa kept drilling into you and that's what pushed you to the edge: knowing his favorite girl was watching him gaining pleasure by you was enough to make you come.

Screaming his name, you gripped the table as hardly as you could, legs shaking from the things you were feeling.

"Is my girl already done?"

Kappa's didn't let you came down from your high as he grab you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him and kneel before him.

"Now finish me off"

You licked your lips, pumping his length with your hands before licking it from balls to tip, making him drop his head backwards. As precum started to leak, you take him whole into his mouth, adjusting to his size while your fingers found their way on his balls.

His hands firmly grabbed a chunk off your hair, as he guided your head, sucking him off just the way he liked it.

"F...fuck just like that.. Good girl.."

Tears were creeping from your eyes and spit dripping from your mouth, butyou could only focus on the ungodly sounds Kappa was producing, making you unable to not touch yourself as your clit was throbbing.

Both your paces increased as his breath fasten, signifying he was reaching his limits. Your moans vibrating on his dick, he released his load into your mouth while you came for a second time on your fingers.

Swallowing the milky concoction, Kappa helped you get on your feet, dressing him and you back as he placed small kisses on your body, telling you how good you did today.

You innocently smiled as you leaved the room to go wash yourself up in the bath before Theta blocked you in the hallway

"What do you think you're doing with MY man?"

"I mean, is he really yours if he wanted me so bad?"

Omg i am so sorry it took so long and it being so badly written. I had an idea, but it was done poorly! Hopefully at least one you appreciate it lol