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#Joe goldberg x black reader
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Crazy in Love
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Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…
Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!
Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.
Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.
He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.
“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.
I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.
Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.
The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.
“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.
The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.
You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.
I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.
You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.
With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.
You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.
You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.
After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.
I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.
Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.
Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.
You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.
“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.
Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.
Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.
“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.
THE NEXT DAY
We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.
After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.
“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.
I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…
Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾
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luvontour · 1 year
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❥ . . kiss me like you mean it > joe goldberg
he’s been thinking about you all day, how he overheard you talking about him to your friends.. he’s never really been full of himself, but the way you talked him up and told your friends all about how good he made you feel, how big you thought he was, he couldn’t wait to get home and make you feel all the better and listen in while you tell them.
joe tries to fast forward through all the formalities, walking home, putting down his belongings and getting to you. just the sight makes him hard, you look so innocent, so delicate watching the tv in a t-shirt and fuzzy shorts. and you greet him with the sweetest smile. he can’t believe this is his life. it all worked out. this was his happily ever after.
“hi” he sighs, smiling blissfully when his lips touch yours. he’s thrown an arm over your shoulders, and his other hand cups your jaw. “mm- something on your mind sweets?”
“you” a whimper leaves you when he cups you over your shorts.
“then come on, kiss me like you mean it” he’s chuckling as he tightens the hand on your jaw and presses harder kisses on your lips. his hands are calloused, rough, but just as the sting of his beard, they’re something you now can’t live without. “i heard you the other day” his eyes focus on your red- swollen lips, even as he tugs on the bottom one with his thumb
“hm?” for better comprehension, you pull away from joe and stare at his eyes, waiting for elaboration.
“i think it’s cute that you talk to your friends about me” he makes sure to initiate eye contact when he slithers his hand inside your shorts. the pads of his fingers move expertly on your clit, they gather your slick spreading it around and using it to draw circles and figure 8’s slowly and torturously knowing it’s just how you like.
“joe..” your fingers play with his beard next, gasping at his moving fingers. he only hums as a response and nudges your cheek with the tip of his nose.
“i want to take my time with you sugar” joe always thought he had a deadline, to find the right woman, to settle down and marry, but you make him feel like he has all the time in the world. you make him want to enjoy all the little things and take his time. you’re all he thinks about every day, every second, even when he’s supposed to be discussing british literature he can’t stop thinking about you.
he gently carries you with an arm under your legs and another around your shoulders, as if you were his bride which (to be honest, you soon were about to be anyway) and leads the two of you to your room, where he makes sure to spend all night showing you how much he loves you
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kausstar · 1 year
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LETS VOTE CAUSE WE COULDN’T UNTIL THE 15 AMENDMENT WAS PASSED ! 😭😭. we: the blacks. yes, february is over but it ain’t over til i say BHM is over.
anyways, that’s not what i’m here for…
VISUALS JUST IN CASE YOU NEEDED SOME :)))
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i don’t steal my ideas. don’t be so fucking stupid to do no shit like that cause i will beat you tf up.
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cemeterygirlrocks · 2 months
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JOE GOLDBERG — SWEET
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Black reader in mind, but no indication on race.
Nsfw | Mdni
Yes, you and Joe kissed casually, but both of you silently agreed not to address it. Well—it was one sided.
You didn’t tell anyone, it wasn’t their business at all, although Joesph had a problem. He couldn’t—wouldn’t shut his mouth.
The two of you would be making out on your bed, Joe letting you explore the depths of his pretty little mouth. While moaning softly into the kiss he’d cup your cheek as you pulled away, giving a small smile before pulling you closer into his grasp.
You had this warmth he couldn’t explain, the man couldn’t get enough. You entranced him, even if he wanted to get out of your control he couldn’t. It’s like his body wouldn’t let him.
No matter how much times he tried, his brain would escape but his body would betray him. Your hot breath whispering teasingly in his ear, What’s wrong baby? You’d ask, while your soft, sweet hands would travel across his waist.
He melted into you, intoxicated by your scent, natural but exotic. Did you miss me? You muttered, sighing deeply as you wrapped your legs around his head, your fresh manicured nails scratching his scalp just in the ways he wanted.
Joseph’s muffled moans were trapped in as he slowly lapped at your wet cunt, letting the taste of your sweetness linger.
You’d suffocate him, the sadistic urge to need to see him suffer against you. He didn’t once whine, always a good boy for you.
Roughly grinding on his face your mouth dropped in pleasure as he sucked and licked, taking all that you give him. You’re sooo amazing baby you’d tell him, keeping you all to myself you’d moan out, his tongue making you escape reality.
His breathy moans increased as you pressed that spot below his tip, his head tipping backwards. You’d grip the nape of his head, pulling his lips into yours for a hungry kiss as you kept the abuse on his cock going.
He’d gently rest his hands on your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so sweetly while you sat and destroyed him.
God baby boy, so good for mommy hm? How should I treat my best boy?
He’d be quick to pry your legs opens, humping the bed as his face was buried in between your thighs, face drenched in your sweetness.
Fuck, I want more. P-please? He’d beg as you pulled him up to your pretty face. The man would dip his two fingers into your tight cunt as you smashed your lips together, tasting yourself on his tongue.
Joseph would shamelessly let you do anything to him, whatever you wanted you’d get.
When you finally let him in you, his brain turned to mush. Poor boy couldn’t handle it—let alone breathe with your hand wrapped around his throat.
Overstimulating him was a present, a gift from the gods. His eyes rolling back in extreme pleasure, squirting his cum into your warm, tight, velvety walls.
The way you rode him with no mercy, if he came that wasn’t your problem. He was your toy, he wouldn’t deny it, not at all.
It was a gift.
You’d slap him across the face, smirking when his eyes teared up and he gasped, begging you for just a little more.
You were so sweet to him, he couldn’t ask for anyone else, he just wouldn’t—ever.
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joonie7007 · 2 months
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THAT MOTHERFSHSNNWIW WHATTTT BRO DOES NOT DESERVE KAREN MINTY
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BLACK QUEENS FOREVER SNOWBUNNIES NEVERRRRR 👿🫵🏼‼️‼️‼️
ALSO YEA SHE DIDNT PUT UP A FIGHT AND HANDLED IT IN A RESPONSIBLE WAY 🗣️🗣️
EVEN THO YEA THEY DIDNT HAVE CHEMISTRY OR WTV SHE WAS GOOD FOR HIM IN A WAY
OMG AND CLAUDIA BRO IMMA BOUT TO SLAP HER CUZ ALL THE BULL SHE PUTTING ON PACO AHHHHHHRRR
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( bro doesn’t deserve diss)
MY GOOODDD BRO EP 9 HE FR DIDNT DESERVE HER ALSO
BRO ALL U GOTTA SAY IS “ Joe.. I love you” and bro gets all gooned up LOOK AT HIM WHEN BECK TELLS TAHT SHE LOVES HIM BROS SIMPING AINT NO WAY ON MY MOMMA NO WAYY 🗣️🗣️🗣️😵‍💫😭😭‼️‼️‼️
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viennalingers · 3 months
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masterlist
HARRY POTTER:
cedric diggor:
nothing yet..
fred wesley:
nothing yet..
george wesley:
nothing yet
slythrin boys:
draco malfoy:
nothing yet..
blasie ( can’t spell his last name):
nothing yet..
theo not:
nothing yet..
tom riddle:
nothing yet..
mattheo riddle:
nothing yet..
you(tv show):
joe Goldberg:
nothing yet..
maraders:
james potter:
nothing yet.
remus lupin:
regulas black:
nothing yet..
sirius black:
nothing yet..
lily evan’s:
nothing yet..
celebrity:
cameron monaghan:
penn badgely:
nothing yet..
tom blyth:
nothing yet..
andrew garfield:
nothing yet..
adam driver:
nothing yet..
cillian murthy:
nothing yet..
mads mikkelsen:
nothing yet..
jacob elorid:
nothing yet..
request over celebritys
only do fem reader reader has no specific look
request page:
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icabrth · 9 months
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masterlist
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breaking bad
twilight
you
yellow jackets
game of thrones
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blkkizzat · 7 months
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ꨄ︎『Cookin in the kitchen like a pot roast』ꨄ︎
☞ ꨄ︎『Masterlist』ꨄ
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Where my bad bitches? Fuck these niggas, give them trauma Coulda fixed his life but now that nigga need Iyanla
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FYI write for a female identifying perspective with no racial descriptors so all can enjoy but a lot of my fics are inspired by hip hop lyrics or culture so very much black coded. If I decide to write black reader exclusively I will call it out in the summary/heading somewhere. My works are tagged: #♋︎kizzatcookedthat & #♋︎kizzatcooks Kinktober: # ☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳
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CONTENT KEY ↴  fluff = ✿ | smut = ♡ | suggestive = ➹ | manga spoilers = ⌦ | AU = ☯︎ | canonverse = ∞ | drug/alcohol= ☻ | crack fic = ꩜ | black reader = 🐈‍⬛ STATUS KEY ↴  completed = ✔ | in-progress/continuation = ✎
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ৎ੭ JJK MEN FAV ALT FUCK KINK - M.LIST - ♡∞ | ✎
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ৎ੭ Daddy & Baby - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛You get the best of both worlds from a Choji [Choso x Toji x Reader] polyship❜
ৎ੭ Sneaky Link: 1 & 2 - ♡∞☻ | ✔ ❛When Yuji goes to sleep, Sukuna comes out to play.❜ ৎ੭ A Bumpy Ride - ♡☯︎꩜ | ✔ ❛A long miserable ride on vaycay? Why not cockwarm your bf Suguru?❜ ৎ੭ Lessons in Anatomy ✎ P1: Nerd!Geto - ♡☯︎☻꩜ | ✔ ❛Your nerdy bff Suguru teaches you how to study and squirt.❜
ৎ੭ Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛Your new bf Toji finds out his cute n' innocent gf has a filthy imagination.❜ ৎ੭ Do You Eat Pussy? - ♡∞☻ | ✔ ❛Asking a sexy stranger a wild question gets you a wild answer. [Toji x Reader]❜
ৎ੭ WFH!Nanami - ✿ ♡☯︎ | ✔ ❛You wont let your WFH husband miss his most important meeting of the day.❜
ৎ੭ YakuzaBoss!Toji - ♡☯︎☻🐈‍⬛| ✔ ❛Uh-oh! You're about to find out what happens when you ignore Yakuza!Boss Toji. ❜
For one/shots fics of JJK Men Fav Alt Fuck Kink see 'series' section above ꜛ Nuru Massage ft Choso - ♡∞ | ✔ Foot Jobs ft Geto - ♡∞ | ✔ For one shots/fics apart of Kinktober, see kizzatober m.list below ꜜ Ghostface!Choso - ♡☯︎☻ | ✎ (complete but epilogue/P3 coming) Werewolf!Toji - ♡☯︎☻ | ✔ Tricks or Treats: JJK Halloween Fluff Anthology - ✿➹∞꩜ | ✔
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< 1k words
ৎ੭  Intern!Reader - ♡☯︎ | ✔   ❛Being a legal intern for Nanami and Higaruma is tough business.❜
ৎ੭ Ab Riding Sukuna - ♡∞ ⌦ | ✔ ❛Being the personal fuckdoll of a four-armed evil monster isn't so bad if it's for a good cause.❜
ৎ੭ Objectifying Sukuna - ➹∞꩜ | ✔  ❛Dayum, Daddy what them thighs do?❜
ৎ੭ Broke&Kinky!Toji - ♡∞ | ✎ ❛No money? No problem! Best 'O' of your life for under ¥500.❜
ৎ੭ Do My Dance - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛If you throw it back this good, Toji might even pay your rent.❜
ৎ੭ Smoking with Choso  -  ✿ ➹∞ | ✔  ❛Your sweet bf deserves all the cuddles and indica blunts.❜
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ৎ੭ Why Toji Stays With You - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Toji has yet to figure out he can't play the player❜ ৎ੭ Pussy Talk - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Your kewchie is multilingual thanks to daddy Toji.❜ ৎ੭ JJK Men x Black!Reader Bonnet Headcanons - ✿☯︎➹🐈‍⬛ | ✔ ❛Daddies are showing us how much they love us and our bonnets.❜ ৎ੭ Cult Leader!Suguru - ∞➹🐈‍⬛ | ✔ ❛Suguru called the wrong b!tch a monkey, he finna learn today.❜
ৎ੭ Choso Coded - ➹∞ | ✔ ❛How down bad he is for you after a sip of kewchie.❜
ৎ੭ Toji Lies About Being Broke - ꩜∞| ✔ ❛Taking care of a grown ass man for so long pays off❜
ৎ੭ JJK Men Getting Through TSA ❛They should really just try to drive next time❜
For headcanons apart of Kinktober, see kizzatober m.list below Why you can't watch scary movies with JJK Men - ♡∞| ✔ Slutty JJK Men Halloween Costumes - ♡➹∞ | ✔
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Kizzatober '23 presents ↴  ৎ੭ m.list: Thrilling Ghouls & Smooth Criminals #☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳
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ৎ੭ The Nursery - (Yakuza!Toji x Reader) ♡☯︎☻ | ✎ WIP ❛Toji on his Joe Goldberg bullshit. Lactation kinks too.❜
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© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023 & 2024. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
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siredtosturniolos · 21 days
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YOU
paring: chris sturniolo x reader
part 1 of ???
summary: your best friend madi set you up on a blind date with one of her closest friends. you go and have a decent time, but ultimately decide there’s no second date. chris doesn’t like that, and resorts to extreme measures to get YOU.
warnings: stalking, dumb!reader, mentions of drinking/going to a bar idk
authors note: guys i hope you guys like this as much as i do LMAO i just love joe goldberg (this is gonna be so long help) (also i love jake webber sm so he’s in this for a bit!) (everyone is a couple years older in this, the triplets are famous but it’s never brought up) (hopefully there’s not many mistakes i’ve read it too many times LMAO)
word count: 3,936
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the last few weeks you can’t help but notice the unsettling sensation of always feeling like you have somebody’s eyes on you. walking around your house with the curtains open became such a hassle, always drawing them shut when chills would rake down your spine. you were constantly checking that your front door was locked, unable to shake the feeling of a presence that you don’t know about being with you.
you were getting more and more paranoid, traveling to and from work constantly having to look behind you, hearing things that aren’t there such as footsteps. slowly overtime you notice some of your belongings missing. such as your favorite lingerie set, your childhood blanket, and even t-shirts and shorts that you wouldn’t otherwise miss, until you were looking for them.
you finally confessed to madi what’s been happening, resulting in her and laura coming over. they helped you change your locks and make sure all of the windows on the ground floor of your two-story town house fully locked and weren’t able to open from the outside.
you were terrified to say the least.
you did your best to shake the feeling as you got ready for a date. you had met him at a bar just down the street, as you refused to let madi set you up with another friend after you had met chris. you had a good time with him, but he just seems slightly off in a way that you couldn’t place. it was like he knew you before he ever met you, and it kind of freaked you out.
at the time you just shrugged it off and assumed madi was hyping you up and telling him lots of things about you, but when you asked her about it a few days after the date, she said she hadn’t told him much other than your name and age.
chris kept texting and calling you, trying to make plans or inviting himself to your house, you decided to just block him. madi had reached out shortly after saying that chris was trying to get a hold of you. you had explained to her what was going on, feeling bad as you know madi would beat herself up over this.
madi was shocked and said that she would let chris know to leave you alone.
your heels clicked against the floor as you made your way around your apartment, doublechecking your back door was locked, you even put your trashcan in in front of it so if somebody did get in, it would be knocked over. you make your way out of your place once you feel everything is secure, locking and dead-bolting the door, you trudged down the steps.
before you know it you’re at the bar you met jake at, and quickly find your way to the bar, where the two of you agreed to meet.
you instantly spot his tall frame, grinning to yourself as you approach him. “jake.” you greet politely, sitting down on the stool next to him.
he greets you back enthusiastically, “you look great.” he smirks down at you, letting his eyes scan your body. you were wearing a black long sleeve dress, with black heels. you wanted to keep it basic as you were just meeting up in a bar to get to know each other over some drinks.
your cheeks flush, “thank you, you do too.” you shyly compliment him back. the two of you order your drinks, and begin chatting, finding that you both have lots of things in common.
at some point through the night, you found yourself scooting closer and closer to jake. your knees now pressing against one another. jake brought his hand down to your knee and began rubbing it. he leans towards you as the bartender took away your now empty glasses, a warm buzz setting over your body.
“do you want to get out of here?” he quietly asks you, tugging one of his snake bite piercings into his mouth.
you bite your lip in anticipation, “my place or yours?” you seductively ask, making jake spring to his feet and instantly help you off the stool you had been sitting on all night.
the two of you quickly make your way back to your place, as it was closer than jake’s, his hands wandering your body as you pull out your keys. you look up to your door and freeze. shock courses through your body at the sight, it had been slightly left open.
“oh shit,” jake mumbles, turning to look down at you, “forget to lock up before you left?” he asked questionably, shuffling to the side slightly so he could enter first.
“no, i swear i had it locked. i even remembered to deadbolt it.” you nervously reply, no idea as to what could be lurking inside your home. you definitely didn’t want to tell jake you more than likely have a stalker, considering this was your first date with him.
“i’ll go check it out.” jake offers. he pushes the door open slightly, making it creek eerily, sending goosebumps across your arms.
“are you crazy? i’m not staying out here by myself. i’ll go with you.” you insist, taking a step to follow him.
he turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, “fine, but just stay behind me.” you nod in agreement, lightly trailing behind him up your stairs.
the two of you slowly make your way into your town house and you quickly flick on the lights. you both observe the floor plan for any signs of movement.
when you see there’s nobody down here, you and jake look at each other before looking up the stairs that were right by the front door.
jake makes a move towards the stairs and you stop him, “shouldn’t we take a weapon or something?” you ask incredulously, making him freeze in his spot. maybe this guy doesn’t have the best common sense, but at least he’s hot.
“yeah, we probably should.” jake replies, as he slowly and quietly makes his way towards your kitchen. you grab the baseball bat behind your front door, thanking the gods above that it’s still there. jake shuffles about in your kitchen for a moment before he comes back with a knife.
taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you follow behind jake as he leads the way up the stairs. you had two bedrooms and a bathroom up there.
your hallway light was on, so you had the advantage of being able to slightly see into the rooms. jake quickly enters one room and flicks on the light, holding the knife out from his chest, twisting his head back-and-forth looking for any signs of life. once you both deem the room as clear, you move onto the bathroom located right next-door.
you’re shocked when the light turns on, the shower curtain is open, and all of your shower products scattered on the floor.
“that wasn’t like that when i left.” you mumbled to jake, chills shooting down your spine.
someone had definitely been in here.
the only place left to check was your bedroom, and you were terrified as the thought of someone being in there someone waiting for you. what if you didn’t bring jake home with you tonight?
jake makes his move quick, turning on the light and stepping into the room. you’re right behind him, frantically searching to see if anything was missing or out of place.
your eyes land on your bed and a gasp escapes your lips. there’s flowers all over your bed, and a black velvet box sitting on one of your pillows. jake checks under your bed and in your closet before lowering his weapon setting it on your dresser
“this is freaky.” jake comments, rounding the bed and grabbing the black box. you move to stand next to him as he peels the box open, revealing a beautiful necklace. it was a pink diamond heart, with a ring around it to make it look like a planet on a silver chain.
“that looks familiar.” you murmured to jake, racking your brain to figure out where you had seen something like that before.
before you could place it, your front door slammed shut making the two of you jump in fear. jake raced down the stairs to see a man running away from your apartment, dressed in all black with his hood up.
“what the fuck?” jake yelled, while opening the door and stepping outside. it was no use as the figure had turned the corner and was out of sight.
“should we call the cops?” you ask jake, trembling slightly as you realize that more than likely, that man been in your house while you were still still looking for him.
jake turns to face you, “go pack a bag and you can stay with me or I can take you somewhere safe. it’s up to you about the cops, but by the time they get here he’ll be long gone.”
you nod wordlessly, and make your way back upstairs quickly changing into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. slipping on your white nike’s you pack your bag. immediately once you’re done, you start texting madi saying that you needed to stay over.
“tonight was fun.” you joke softly to jake, as he drives towards madi’s home.
jake looks over you briefly, grinning, “i did have a good time but that ending was not what i expected.” he replied you, making you nod in agreement.
jake pulled into madi’s driveway, madi instantly running to the car.
“are you okay? is everything okay?” she hurriedly asks, helping you open the door and taking your bag for you.
“if you somehow want a second date, you have my number.” you tell jake as you shut the door. you wave at him, offering him a smile before you and madi make it inside of her house.
you noticed there’s several pairs of shoes by her front door when you kick off your own, you looked at her questionably, to find her already looking at you apologetically.
“who’s here?” you ask as the two of you made your way towards her living room.
“i’m sorry i didn’t you would be coming over but the triplets are here.” madi replies, just as you both enter the living room to find nick, matt, and chris sitting on her couch.
all three of them to look at you and madi, and you can’t help but feel incredibly awkward. you glance towards the tv, to see a movie paused about half way through.
great, i just interrupted their movie night, you think to yourself.
“hey.” nick greets you casually offering you a smile. you grin back at him in acknowledgment before taking a seat next to madi on the loveseat. nick had always been chill, occasionally crashing sleepovers at madi’s house. you didn’t mind, he was pretty fun to be around.
you had only met matt a few times, not really able to give an opinion on the man. he seemed very closed off, like he wanted people to work if they wanted to get to know him. you admired that about him, as you tend to have word vomit and end up oversharing frequently.
“okay, what the hell happened?” madi demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
biting your lip softly, glancing to the triplets, who are still focused on you. they were madi’s closest friends, there’s no harm in them hearing the story too.
“i was taking my date back to my place and when we get there, my front door is open but we ended up not finding anyone. they messed with my shower, and they put flowers all over my bed and gave me a necklace.” you explained briefly, shortening the story. you left out the part of seeing a guy running away from your apartment, you’d wait to tell her that when you were alone.
“what the fuck.” madi comments, raising her eyebrows in shock.
“damn, you have a full on stalker.” matt commented, making your eyes shoot to his. he had an apologetic look on his face.
“yeah, this isn’t even the first time they have been in my house though.” you reply, leaning back into the cushion behind you.
“what?” nick gasped, turning to fully face you. you decide to overshare, telling them all of the times you had noticed someone entering your home without you knowing. even when you were there yourself.
chris was rather quiet, his eyes darting from you to madi, to his brothers. he was nervously fidgeting with the blanket on his lap, subtlety tucking his necklace underneath his shirt.
you suddenly decide to let madi and the triplets know the full story, “i know it was crazy. we were in my room when we heard my front door slam, but by the time we got down there, we could just see the person leaving.” you tell them, not missing how chris’ eyes grow in size, a worried expression etching onto his face.
“that’s actually so scary. what are you going to do?” madi asked, resting her hand on your arm attempting to comfort you.
you shrugged, “i think i’m gonna go to the police station and see if they’re any help in the morning. i just know that i can’t stay there tonight.”
“i’m so sorry you’re going through this.” chris suddenly speaks up. you meet his eyes, and he genuinely looks apologetic for you.
“nothing i can’t handle i suppose.” you offer him a small smile.
you zone out for the next hour, overthinking every possible scenario of what could’ve happened tonight. the movie everyone else was watching when you got here ended, making madi announce she was going to bed.
“you sure you’re good to sleep down here?” madi asked you, as you offered to stay on the loveseat since chris was getting the couch and matt was getting the spare room.
nick was going to sleep in madi’s room with her and you didn’t want to mess up their plans any more than you already had.
“yeah, i’ll be fine. i’ve done it before.” you assure her with a shrug, before she handed you the pillow and blanket she had went and gotten for you.
“okay,” she sighs, “you know where i’m at if you need me.” with that, she turned on her heel and made her way to her bedroom where nick was waiting for her.
“do you fall asleep with the tv on?” chris asked, making you turn towards him. he had the remote in his hand, slightly leaning upwards to look at you from a few feet away.
“i do you,” quietly reply, “but if you don’t, i can survive one night without it.”
chris immediately shakes his head, “i fall asleep with the tv on too don’t worry.” he offers you a smile before loading up a random movie you had never seen before.
the two of you sit in a comfortable silence, leaving you to your thoughts. you can’t help but think about the date you and chris shared a few months ago, was it as bad as you really thought it was or were you just overthinking?
being around chris tonight made you realize he might just have a strong personality. he’s been rather low-key tonight and that’s something you’re deeply attracted to.
“hey chris?” you quietly ask, unsure if he’s sleeping or not. you turn your head to the right to look at the couch just in time to see chris fully sit up to look at you.
“what’s up?” he asked, bringing his knees to his chest as he looks at you.
“i’m sorry for how things went between us.” you quietly apologize, doing your best to meet his eyes in the dark room.
he offers a small smile, “it’s okay, i think i just came on a little too strong because i was so excited to even have a chance with you.”
your cheeks flush at his confession, “how was your date with jake tonight?” he asked, making you frown as you realize you hadn’t thought of him once since arriving.
you pause, slowly turning to look back at chris, “how’d you know i went on a date with jake?” you ask, knowing you hadn’t brought up his name when retelling the story an hour ago.
chris freezes, “i think madi mentioned it when you texted her earlier.” he replies after a beat of silence, leaving you on edge but letting it go anyways.
“it was fine.” you finally speak, answering his first question, while shrugging your shoulders. “he’s not really boyfriend material.”
chris’s eyebrows raise at your reply, “so what was the point of going out with him?” he questions, a puzzled expression set on his face.
your cheeks burn, even hotter, “think about it, chris. what else is there to do when you don’t want to date someone?” you sheepishly reply as you watch the realization wash over his face.
“oh, so you wanted to fuck?” he asked a small smirk appearing on his lips. bashfully you nodded, surprised that you’re keeping yourself together with this conversation. chris bites his lip as he looks at you, and you can barely see his eyes glance down at your lips before he briefly closes them.
“if you ever want to give me another chance, i’m here.” chris comments before he lays back down so now his back is facing you.
your heartbeat jumps at his words, and his low tone of voice. your thighs clench together, your brain fighting over which dirty scenario to think about first.
you get lost in your thoughts, and before you know it you had fallen asleep. you wake up pretty early as you never sleep well when you’re not in your bed. you sit up after you see chris is still sound asleep, this time facing you. you can’t help but think how cute he looks while he’s asleep.
his head is resting on the pillow, and his arms are tightly wrapped underneath. his lips are slightly parted, and his hair flopped perfectly over his forehead. it was longer than when you went out with him, and you can’t help but like it more.
you catch yourself staring and you quickly look away before you shuffle your feet to go to the bathroom. you do your business, brushing your teeth and changing your clothes.
grabbing your bag and you set it by the front door, returning to the living room to leave madi a note.
going to the police station, i’ll call you when i get home. love you.
you quickly scribble that onto a napkin, leaving it at the center of the table before you make your exit of madi’s house and walk to the police station. it was only a 20 minute walk, and you can feel your blood pressure rise as you enter the building, instantly meeting eyes with a woman behind a desk.
“what can i do for you, hon?” she asked offering you a wide smile. your nerves slightly washed away at her friendly expression, as you leaned against the counter.
“i have to report a break-in from my possible stalker, that I know nothing about.” you inform her, watching the smile slip from her face. instantly she’s on her feet searching through folders before handing you a sheet of paper and a pen.
“fill this out for me and we will get to the bottom of this for you.” she offers a sad smile, sitting back down you walked to one of the waiting chairs, and instantly fill out the papers.
your address, your name, and any incident revolving any sort of suspicious activity. you fill it out faster than expected, as she was shocked to see you back on your feet in front of her.
she glances over the paper curiously, “okay, i’ll see if we have any officers able to do an inspection.” the woman speaks, taking the paper with her, you watched as she disappeared around the corner.
10 minutes later, you’re in the back of a cop car getting driven to your house. you were silent for the ride as the cop instructed you to stay in the car until he does a sweep through.
once he comes outside, you instantly step out of the car, “i took some photos, but there’s not much we can do at the moment, unfortunately. you’ll have to keep reporting any incident’s, preferably as soon as they occur, so there’s a higher chance of finding evidence or whoever is doing this to you.” he explains, making your heart drop.
there’s nothing they can do for you.
he has a little plastic baggie in his hand containing some of the flowers and the velvet box that held the necklace.
“thank you for taking the time to come out here.” you reply, as you make your way inside.
you text madi, letting her know what the cops said, as you sit on your couch in silence. you lean back against your couch as tears brim your waterline, feeling completely hopeless.
you were surprised when you suddenly woke up, not even realizing you had dozed off amidst your crying. you push the blanket that was resting on your chest off, feeling overheated, before you freeze.
you weren’t using a blanket before you fell asleep. chills ran down your spine as you quickly glanced around the room. your eyes settle on the kitchen table, a vase of flowers now sitting in the middle.
you cautiously get up, checking your surroundings as you slowly walk towards the flowers. there was a white envelope resting in the middle of the bouquet. your hand instantly grips your phone from your pocket, wanting to call the police but something stops you.
you don’t know how long ago he was in here, what’s the point in calling?
you carefully pick up the envelope, barely touching the edges as you don’t want your finger prints on it. you lift the flap, shaking it slightly for the folded up piece of paper to fall onto your table.
you take a deep breath before you unfold the paper, your jaw dropping at the amount of writing.
baby, don’t be scared. i’m just trying to show you how much i love you with the gifts. i was really disappointed when i saw the cop leaving with your necklace. did you not like it? you looked so pretty when you were sleeping, your tear strained cheeks and your pouty lips looked so kissable. i controlled myself, you’re going to be awake for our first kiss. you’ll be begging for it. now, the real reason i gave you these flowers. they’re a reminder for you, and anyone else, that you are MINE. i don’t want to see you with jake again. you wouldn’t want him to get hurt, would you baby? i’ll be seeing you soon my love.
your jaw is on the floor by the time you’re done reading it, instantly pulling out your phone to call jake. you’re searching for what seems like forever, not able to find his contact in your messages. you search jake, and are shocked to see no contacts come up.
goosebumps cover your arms as you realize, he had gotten on your phone and deleted jake’s contact. the only way you could get in touch with him. your breathing quickens, as you feel a rush of panic wash over you.
before you could move, a warm cloth is placed over your mouth, and a body pressed against your back. instantly you’re fighting to get away from them, but the arm that had slipped around your waist, tugging you into their body tightly, prevented you from getting away.
“shh baby, just relax.” a deep voice whispers in your ear, as you begin to feel light headed. your eyes slowly start to droop shut, despite your desperate attempt to keep them open. the man slowly removes the cloth from your nose, letting you suck in a deep breath before you fall limp.
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awritessomething · 3 months
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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.
Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :
Formula 1:
Max Verstappen
Lando Norris
Oscar Piastri
Charles Leclerc
Pierre Gasly
Lewis Hamilton
Carlos Sainz
Daniel Riccardo
Mick Schumacher
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
David Rossi (preferably young)
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes
Tony Stark
Thor
Sam Wilson
Deadpool
Steve Rogers
Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)
Call of Duty
Keegan Russ
Simon "Ghost" Riley
König
Phillip Graves
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Kylo Ren
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Outer Banks:
JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron
Topper Thornton
John B. Routledge
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Cedric Diggory
Draco malfoy
Ron Weasley
Fred Weasley
Blaise Zabini
Regulus Black
Severus Snape
Tom Riddle
Sirius Black
Lorenzo Berkshire
Oliver Wood
Miscallaneous:
Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)
Patrick Bateman
Batman (Christian Bale)
Johnathan Crane
Finnick Odair
Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)
Rodrick Heffley
Colby Brock
Sam Golbach
Tristan Dugray
Dylan O'brien
Jude Bellingham
Joao Felix
Bellamy Blake
Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)
Joe Goldberg
Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)
Minho (The Maze Runner)
Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)
Jim Halpert
Farkas
Ulfric Stormcloak
Miraak
Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)
Brock Purdy
Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)
Dallas Winston
Sodapop Curtis
Robby Keene
Zuko (atla dallas liu)
Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)
Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)
Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)
What I wont do:
Pedophilia
Beastiality or anything animal-y
Waterworks
Male reader (sorry)
Character x character
Threesomes or anything not 1x1
Character x oc
Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)
Daddy/mommy kinks
Incest or stepcest
(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)
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gaysindistress · 1 year
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Sad girl - fifteen
summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, Walker has decided that he wants to be Joe Goldberg, blood
word count: 2.5k
a/n: I’m evil and I’m not at all sorry. 
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The sound of her phone going off three times in a row is enough to make her want to throw it across the room. Having gotten back late from the party and being exhausted due to prior activities, the sound of her phone is the last thing she wanted to hear. The man next to her is fast asleep, not even budging when she shifts her weight to grab the iridescent rectangle on the side table. The overwhelming brightness of it doesn’t allow her to see the sender until she’s already unlocked it and looking at the horrifying pictures. 
The first photo contained her mother shopping in a grocery store, the boundaries of the photo blurred as if taken from behind something. The second photo is her mother getting into a black Range Rover from the same angle but the third is the most terrifying; her mother lying asleep in a bed. As she stared at the photos, another message came through, one that read: 
“You’re both mine.”
“Bucky, Bucky,” she says quietly as she reaches behind her to shake him awake. 
“Bucky, wake up, wake up,” her voice is starting to tremble as she shakes him even more, growing desperate. 
Groaning as he pushes onto his forearms, “what is it?” “It’s my mom, he’s going to hurt her. Oh my god, we have to get her out.”
The sound of her cries and pleading raises him fully from his sleep. He takes the phone from her hand to look at the messages himself while hauling her into him as she sobs. These types of photos are ones that he sees often himself but is usually in the context of his next mission. Seeing them on the phone of the woman he promised to protect and care for stung differently and he began to feel the hot bubble of anger grow in him. 
“Doll, I’ll see what I can do to protect her.”
“You have to get her out,” she pleads to him as she pushes against him. 
“Doll,” his fingers brush the hair from her forehead, “I’ll see what Steve can do but I can’t promise anything. We already know John is a loose cannon and I don’t want to push him too far. He’ll come after you again and I can’t have that.”
“Again? Because you’ve done so much to keep me safe since then. You haven’t done anything. You’ve even fucking left me alone while you galavant around like a toy with your puppet masters, the senators. If you really wanted to protect me then you would’ve killed him that day!”
“Hey, hey, these things take time,” his hand slides to grasp the back of her neck, “I’m doing everything I can to make sure he can’t get to you, and going after your mom will only push him closer to you.”
She swats at him, creating a gap between the two of them. Betrayal is written all across her face as she stares at him. 
“So you’re willing to let her get hurt? You’re willing to let my mother stay with a man who already threatened to kill me for what? Because you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it?” 
“That’s not what I said and you know that. My job is protect you and only you. Your mother isn’t included in that but I will do what I can within my means,” his anger has taken over his form, turning the concern he had moments again into a hardened and cold stare. 
She didn’t respond, only scoffing at him before turning over on the bed so she didn’t have to face him or his unwillingness to help. The bed shifts as he gets up and leaves the room, her quiet sobs and sniffles are the only evidence that she’s listening to him walk away. 
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Voices filter into the cold room as she stirs awake. 
“Do we know how he got to Marianne?” Bucky’s voice asks. 
“From what I can tell, he found her after she showed up at Anthony’s,” Steve’s voice answers back. 
“Any indication that she’s there against her will?”
She can’t hear an answer but she can only assume that Steve is shaking his head no. 
“Goddamnit,” she can imagine Bucky rubbing his hand down his face in frustration, “We can’t go in. It’s not safe for her if we do it and her safety is my main concern here.”
“She’s not going to like that answer. You’re going to have to figure out a way to get to Marianne.”
“Let me just call her real quick,” the sarcasm drips from his voice as he tries to not take his anger out on his friend. 
“Don’t shoot the messenger. I can only tell you the circumstances but you’re more than welcome to go in if that’s what you think is best.”
Bucky goes to make a smart-ass comment back but the sound of the bedroom door opening pauses them both and they wait with bated breath to see if she will emerge. She does clad in her trusty college sweatshirt and running shorts, however, she ignores Bucky when she joins the men in the living room, sitting on the couch next to Steve. He offers her a good morning as she buries herself in the corner and sends a muffled ‘morning’ back. 
“How’d you sleep?” Bucky asks, hoping that the simple question will be seen as a peace offering. 
“Fantastic. I wasn’t at all worried about my mother’s safety considering she’s with an absolutely psychopath. And when I finally did fall asleep, I was woken up two assholes who started talking really loud.”
The men grimace at her response and give her half-hearted apologies for waking her up. The couch moves as Steve stands up, bidding them both a ‘see you guys in New York’ as he disappears into his own room. Bucky moves from his chair to take Steve’s place next to her. 
“How much did you hear?”
“Enough to know that your hands are tied but that doesn’t mean I’m not mad anymore.”
A gentle hand rests on her hip, “I know. I’ll see what Sam can find out. I might be able to get you a way to talk to her but that’s not a guarantee.”
“At this point, I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“I want that too. The good news is that Steve made it seem like she’s not being hurt.”
She moves from the corner to lay on his shoulder, arms going around his middle in a side hug, “She’s just being stalked by a wannabe Joe Goldberg.”
“That is very true,” he laughs slightly, his own arms hugging her closer. 
A few minutes of silence pass before she speaks again, “I’m sorry for what I said last night. The whole situation is shitty but it’s not your fault and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. ”
“Doll, everything you said was justified. Marianne is not exactly safe and I don’t have a way of getting to her without putting you in jeopardy. You don’t have to apologize either. If anyone is going to, it’s me. I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do and it’s terrifying to not know how this is all going to play out.”
He feels her nod against his side and grips him tighter. 
“Do you think it’s safe for me to have my own room anymore?”
“Are you asking if we should share a room?” his heart begins to hammer against his chest as he awaits her response. 
“I mean if John has access to Stark Towers and my mom, it wouldn’t be a stretch to suggest that he could get to me at our house. Wouldn’t it be safer if we shared a bedroom so that I’m not alone if he does try something?”
“He won’t be able to get that close but if it would make you feel safer, we can move you into my room.”
“Yeah I think that would make we feel better,” her own heart wanting to pound right out of her chest. 
“We can do that then,” he kisses the top of her head as they settle back into silence and into each other. 
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“How many books do you have?” Steve is panting from carrying the millionth box of books from her room to Bucky’s. 
“You have a damn library here,” Sam is the next one to come into the room with another book box. 
“I like to read, so what?” She says, shrugging her shoulders and going back to putting the books on the shelf Bucky had installed. 
The moment they had landed back in New York, he’d invited everyone over under the guise of dinner but it was really to help move her into his room. Of course, there would be food afterward but that didn’t stop the men from complaining about the task at hand. He’d also been quick to have shelves installed for her books rather than putting them in his office. 
“It’ll make it feel more like our room,” was his reasoning. 
It did make the room feel more shared and comfortable than her previous room. She really hadn’t brought that much from her father’s house. A few pictures, her library as Sam put it, and mostly her clothes which were now taking over his massive walk-in closet. That was a feat in itself considering the number of suits, shoes, and gear he had. Regardless he welcomed all of the changes, content that she had decided that she wanted to share a room and start an actual relationship. 
“Yeah, but who reads this many books?” Sam had her favorite book, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, in his hand as he questioned her. 
“Someone smart and well-read,” Bucky answers for her, taking the book back and kissing Doll. 
Steve and Sam both roll their eyes as they head back to her room to make sure it’s clear. 
“Finally admitting I’m smarter than you?” 
“There was never doubt about that,” he says as he hands her more books to put away. 
She hums in agreement and takes the books from him. 
“Hey Buck, Vance just sent a file,,” Steve calls from the door as he and Sam head to the office. 
Bucky gives her an apologetic look as he kisses her forehead, “I promise to help after.”
“No, you won’t.” 
He laughs as he’s heading out the door, “it’s the thought that counts.” 
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Being left alone allowed her to put on her own music and continue to put away her belongings. The obvious choice is Lana Del Rey so that’s what is playing in the room a few hours after the boys had left. When Bucky finished his meeting, he finds her sitting on the bed reading a book and hunched over in a position that’ll definitely lead her to have a sore back. 
“What book did you pick?” the sudden sound of his voice startles her as he leans against the door frame. 
“Oh um,” she turns the book over to look at the cover, “Our Violent Ends by Chloe Gong. It’s the sequel to the book I was reading when I moved in.”
“Hmm I see, what’s it about?”
“It’s a retelling of Romeo and Juliet but in the 1920s Shanghai and the families are rival gangs.”
“Really?” he laughs as he approaches the bed. 
“Don’t laugh. It’s a good book!” 
He drops onto the bed next to her, “I’m not laughing at the book, I’m laughing at how ironic it is that you’re reading about mobs.”
Leaning over the side, she puts her book on the nightstand as she says, “I know, I know. Don’t I get enough in real life? But this is different; it’s a love story.”
“And this isn't?” He waves a hand around to gesture at their situation. 
“That would require us to be in love,” teasing him, she comes shoulder to shoulder with him. 
“Who says we’re not?”
“Who says we are? Neither of us have said those three words.”
“Just because we haven’t said it doesn’t mean it’s not true,” his hand takes a hold of her thigh, drawing her focus to that sight. 
“What are you trying to say?” She places her hand on top of his and looks over at him. 
He flips his hand over to hold hers, “What do you want me to say?”
She looks at him blankly, trying to find the words or anything at all to answer his question. Deep down she knows what she wants him to say but she can’t tell him that. Their struggle for control and power stalls her heart and refuses to let her give in first. Saying it first would be submission and she can’t do that. With their marriage being arranged, everything that comes with it feels stiff and arranged as well. They had no choice but to go into this and now they struggle to regain any morsel of control over their life. However no matter how controlled their marriage may be, this moment has to come naturally. There cannot be a power struggle, a fight to stay on top; this moment has to come when they’re equals. 
He takes a deep breath and changes the subject, “I hate to ruin the moment but I have a new mission that starts tomorrow. It’s supposed to be pretty simple, quick in and out so the boys and I should be back in a couple of days.”
“Oh,” is the only thing that comes to her mind as she rubs her thumb over the back of his hand. 
“I know we just got back yesterday but I promise I’ll make up to you.”
“Dinner,” the confused look on his face causes her to giggle and her mood to lighten, “You owe me dinner.”
“I can do that. Dinner at the finest restaurant, just you and me, I promise,” he kisses her cheek as he lets go of her hand and heads to the closet to start packing.
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the string of curses leaves Sam’s mouth as he races over to Steve who is kneeling beside Bucky’s stilling body. 
“Fuck! Where the fuck is the first aid kit?” Sam is moving as fast as he can as he dumps his backpack on the ground and throws the contents aside to find the kit in question. 
The blood from Bucky’s left side is pooling around them, streaming from his ripped shirt as Steve puts as much pressure as he can on the wound. The world is spinning and closing in on Bucky from the loss of blood and pain, his skin paling and chest moving in shallow motions. 
“Sam hurry the fuck up!” the shouts from Steve are distorted as Sam finally finds the first aid kit and rips it open. The clatter of various medical tools and supplies is softened by the grass and the wet blood. 
“Buck, hey Bucky, how are you feeling?” Sam is tapping the side of his face to regain his attention but it’s lost on the man. Through his lashes, he can see his two friends but can barely hear them or feel the pressure and pain radiating from his left side. 
“No no no no fuck! Bucky come on man! Come on stay with us! Shit,” are the last words he hears before it all goes black. 
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h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3 · 3 months
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it's the new year so prepare to be sick of me.
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This also means I'm officially taking requests
I have some things in the works
but the time for requests is now☆
what I write
only fem reader
sub reader x character dom reader x character
character x reader x character
~they don't just have to be characters
I like a lot of bimbo and brat stuff you can ask 4 that
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kinks: daddy, mommy, praise, degrading, consensual somno, overstim, voyeurism & or pegging
~not limited to just throwing some out there
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people: Chris evans / steve rodgers, Jacob elordi, Henry cavill /Clark Kent, Dominic fike, Manny Montana / Rio, Jensen ackels, Jacob black, han lue (fast and furious), Sam winchester, Aaron taylor Johnson / Dave lizewski/ tangerine, tasm! Peter parker, Penn Badgley/ Joe goldberg, Spencer reid, Aaron hotchner
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min-hoax · 1 year
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package deal - jhs
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“I don’t want none, I just want you. If I can’t have you… no one should.”
Summary: Hoseok cannot stand the sight of you moving on, so he takes matters into his own hands…
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Pairing: Yandere! Hoseok x F! Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Warning(s): Obsession, stalking, he’s delusional & creepy, mentions of therapy, murder, LITERAL murder, kidnapping, mentions of suffocating, mentions of a knife and drugging.
A/N: Hobi, i love you. 😍 This is such a short fic, but the inspo hit and I couldn’t wait to let it out! 🥹 Inspired by SZA’s Kill Bill (literal chefs kiss song, I love it so much and have it on repeat that my ears are tired of me) & You’s Joe Goldberg crazy ass. Lemme know what you thought!
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Hoseok was fucked.
You clung to his mind, perilously compelling him to desire what no longer was his as you continued with your life, leaving him with nothing but the shackles of you he could no longer be free of.
When your absence forced him into a miserable life where he could no longer function as he used to before you, he seeked help. A colleague of his noticed his behavior, dark under eyes prominent despite the concealer, his usually cheerful mood gone. So Namjoon, ever so happy to refer him to his therapist, gave Hoseok the information and off he went.
But despite the constant reminder from Dr. Kim that there were other women, millions of them waiting to be courted by his handsome face, the thought of you never vanished.
So he followed you.
Innocently, of course. Staying away enough for you to continue life without knowing he walked a few feet away from you with his hands in his pocket and thick, black sunglasses on his eyes. Your arms were wrapped around the waist of Min Yoongi, a barista good for nothing man.
But you looked happy, content.
Why couldn’t you be happy with him instead?
If I can’t have you, no one should.
It wasn’t sudden when the menacing thoughts stood at the center of his mind. He welcomed them instead of pushing them back as he once did before the intense fury you created swallowed him whole.
I might, I might kill my ex… not the best idea. Her new boyfriend’s next…
That, he was for certain.
He’d take Min Yoongi, wrap his arms around his pale throat and thrive with malice as his life slipped through his eyes.
He’d never killed anyone before, but how hard could it be? To be born is to die, young or old, preferably young in your shiny new toy.
Hoseok didn’t know where it all went wrong. He swore it was perfect, you were perfect until you said those two forbidden words and broke his heart. The little you had taken into his apartment, you packed in a day, leaving with a peck to his head and walking out of his life. It took everything inside of him to not grab you and hold you tight to his grip and desperately beg for you not to do what he thought you’d commit.
Gone were the days of holding each other close, clinging to the future you both spoke about, the mornings and breakfast in bed, him driving you to work and back and although it didn’t seem like a lot to you, it meant everything to him because the time spent with each other was precious and he held it close to his heart.
He knew it wasn’t healthy, messaging you, starting slowly then gradually until you blocked him. How could you? How could you possibly do such an act?
It’d be weird seeing Hoseok inside a hardware store, after all he wasn’t the type of man to be creative, but yet the cart before him was full of things one would need to create… a part of a home.
You signed your sentence once you took away the only thing where he could communicate with you. It irked him, thinking of the things you could be doing with your new lover whilst he suffered in silence.
With a sight he admired his art. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you entertained until you finally loved him again and could continue the life you promised. He knew you did deep down in that pure little heart of yours, you just needed a reminder that he was all you needed and this little act of rebellion was just a terrible thing you did.
If anything you should be grateful! He planned to kill you, but no, he loved you too much, too strong to put a hand on you out of anger. The only touch you’d ever feel from him would be from the intense love he’d give you for the rest of your life.
Now I’m in the basement, planning home invasion…
The basement will be your home, for now. You had everything you needed: a bed, and a desk where you could draw and paint to your heart's content, various books that he observed you read continuously.
In his eyes, it was perfect. He’d provide for you if you behaved, and if you did not, he’d take.
It was as simple as that and you were a smart girl, he knew you will understand.
After all, you didn’t have much of a choice, but you would!
It was too risky to invade your home, which is why he caught you and Yoongi while hiking. The two of you were so silly, it was almost amusing. It was almost too perfect. You both offered yourselves to him on a silver platter without notice.
“Shh, my love, you’ll hurt your beautiful throat.” He whispered, arm wrapped around your waist as the other one cupped your mouth. The sight of Yoongi knocked unconscious caused you to scream out of horror from what Hoseok was doing. “Now, all I need is for your precious self to go to sleep. Can you do that for me, beautiful? Hm?”
“Shh, don’t fight it baby.” You were desperate, but he was stronger and with every breath you took, the rag to your nose made you fall into euphoria and into the arms of your frenzied in love ex.
Was it chilling of him to watch you as you slept? With warm hands, he caressed your chest as it rose, your eyes shut in comfort. But that didn’t last long since you awoke, immediately trembling and desperately dragging your body away from Hoseok who sat at the end of the bed, looking at you with eyes that made you shiver.
The chain around your ankle made you cry out, pulling at it with all the strength inside of you. “What is this!” What is this, Hoseok! Let me go!”
Hoseok pouted. “What? No more “Hobi?” No more “my love? You wound me, beautiful.”
“Please! You cried, clutching the sheets as you looked around, then clutching your mouth with shaking hands and then your head. “This isn’t happening, - this isn’t happening.”
“Oh, but it is.” He moved slowly as he approached you, immediately taking you in his arms whilst you fought in his hold. “Did you really think you could walk away from me? That I’d let you go that easily? You and I?” He chuckled. “We’re perfect for each other, didn’t you agree?”
“Before, Hoseok. Before you started to want to control my life. That isn’t perfect.”
Hoseok was kind, that’s what drew you to him in the first place. He gushed with happiness and he made you smile and laugh like no other. But yet, as the months passed by, you realized that he wasn’t what the man he seemed to be. There was a darkness hidden beneath: a glare here and there to everyone who looked your way, the blocking of phone numbers he did on your phone while you slept, and the list went on.
The man standing before wasn’t so much of a surprise, but fear consumed you because you never thought it would happen to you.
Oh, god, never to you.
He sighed and whined. “I know, but I can’t help myself! Was it wrong of me to want to protect you and see if the people around you were good for you? That is being perfect, baby.”
“Let me go! Let me go you sick fuck!”
“Don’t fucking call me that!” With a shove, he dropped your body on the bed, standing up and onto the concrete ground while you laid there, sobbing.
He was on a mission as he climbed the stairs, dragging Yoongis’ drugged body, not caring as he groaned with every hit he took as they both climbed back down. Like an offering, he shoved your boy toy on the ground, Hoseok hovering with a knife to his throat.
I did it all for love…
“I know you don’t love him, which is why you’ll say goodbye to him, right here and now. I’ll give you ten seconds.”
“Hoseok! Please, -“ you sobbed, desperately clinging to the chains on your leg and pulling will all your might. “ - don’t, please, please!”
I did it all for us…
It killed him to see you in tears, but you had to understand! The man on the ground stood in the way of your love and he would never work with that.
Never.
It was easy dragging the knife through his throat, but your shrieks were loud and piercing through his ears.
It was a good thing he soundproofed the walls.
“Shh, quiet baby, I know, I know.” He cooed, wrapping you in his arms as you cried for mercy, your eyes unmoving from the body laying mere feet away from the both of you.
“You should be glad! I thought both of you a package deal and if I didn’t love you, you’d be lying right next to him! Isn’t that great?” The bright smile you fell in love with seemed nothing but a terrible thing to see.
It was glorious, it was grand.
It was proud.
“You should’ve known better. I’d rather be in hell than alone.”
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venusbyline · 5 days
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Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!
I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.
Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).
So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3
ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:
Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.
Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.
Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.
MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.
Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.
The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.
Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.
Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.
YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.
Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.
Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.
Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.
Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!
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theidiotwhowrites · 2 months
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All About YOU
Joe Goldberg x Reader
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Warning ;
Stalking, Obsession, Unsettling descriptions
You have been warned
...Hello YOU
As you enter the bookstore. My eyes gleem with interest, Who are YOU?, Where have YOU been?, Who will YOU read?, What is YOUR story?
Polaroid camera in your hands, wearing a black casual long sleeve shirt on such a rainy day. Umbrella in hand, explains why your not wet. You mumble something to yourself as you stumble across the wooden floors of 'Mooney's'.
I can already imagine my hands on you, sinking my fingertips into your soft delicate skin. Feeling every inch of you , i wonder if you would like that.
You walk with confidence, you like a little attention. Ok I'll bite.
You have this aura, some kind of magnetic force that makes me want to know everything about you, What makes YOU so special? What will make YOU the one?
You look at the bookshelves and land on Horror, that's new
In this small shop people only get the books by celebrity's but you, your different. You don't care about 'Fitting in', I like that about you
Your eyes, they tell stories. It's like I could look at them forever and that's when you walk closer and say your first words to me, something I will never forget
"Hi, do you uhh work here?" You ask softly almost seeming embarrassed to ask...
"Guilty" I respond, God your voice it's so seductive and your not even trying. Imagine if YOU were trying! Just the thought of it has my pants tight.
"Great! I'm for a book, but I can't decide so what would you recommend?"
I hand you one of my favorite books from the genre. Having to hold back a smile when I can see that twinkle in your of how intrigued you are reading the description at the back of the book.
"You know, I might actually get this. It's this type of creepy but interesting I can describe. Thank you"
You smile at me, a smile that can light up a dark room in the middle of the night.
We bond over books and chat, completely forgetting about why you were here. Why I was able to me YOU.
But our time was cut short when I get called over to the counter but before you were next in line.
"Ok, I'm going for it. This better live up to the expectations you set for me"
I chuckle at your statement while you  put the book on the table to cash
"Trust me you won't be disappointed"
You hand me the amount and look down at my name tag on my apron
"Joe?"
"Ah yeah, Joe Goldberg but everyone just calls me Joe and you are?" I ask expecting a name but you surprised me
"Call me what ever you like Joe" You pick up the bag I put the payed book in and left.
You smile at me, laughed at my jokes, I want to say you were being nice but I could tell you were flirting with me
I look down at the floor, watching your steps as you leave.
That's when I see my first clue, I wasn't your number or your name but it was a polaroid picture of you.
I knew YOU did this on purpose, it was no accident.
YOU wanted for me to find you, to make YOU mine.
But at the end of the day, people are the all the same but the question is, are YOU?
...Love
Love is finding the one, but sometimes it doesn't work out
I had an ex once. She really did break me in ways that took forever to fix because at first I didn't see the signs but with you, your different.
Love is confusing and that's why I need to know if we are meant to be.
I had to figure out a way to know YOU the real YOU inside and out.
That small photo was my place to start, not a lot of people like you.
Most of your accounts never showed your face, smart. Just one of the many things to love about you but even if the info was short I knew almost everything about you.
Your interest, your past, everything but your actual god damn name! Only your username, It's fusstrating.
And the last thing I found is were you live. It's a small apartment, blinds open you look tired....why is that?
I'll probably ask when we get to know each other better in the future.
Is there more to YOU than what's on the surface? I'll find out, I'll be watching and one day I will have YOU....
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crgasmpuppet · 3 months
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penn badgley (circa 2015) x female!reader.
warnings: smut. lmao.
hi i don't know if people even read penn badgley/joe goldberg fics at this point but i am obsessed with this man and wanting to swallow his kidz so. lmk how u like it lol.
-wulf hailey
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laying on my floor and listening to music louder than most humans should physically be able to withstand is probably one of my favorite past times.
especially with my eyes closed, which might not really be a good idea. there could be a murderer waiting in the shadows at any given moment.
yeah, oka-
"holy shit!"
something knocks at my window and i scramble up and backwards looking for a weapon and end up with a shoe. i mean, at least my reflexes are fast. ish.
i hear a deep laugh come from the window and realize who and what scared the absolute shit out of me. my best friend in the whole world, penn. not to mention my crush for the past 11 years since him and his family moved in next door. another boy-next-door cliche, huh?
i turn down the music to a normal volume and walk to the window, shoe still in hand.
"penn dayton badgley, you scared me half to death!" i scream, smacking him in the arms with every word. he giggles maniacally.
"you should've seen your face! holy shit that was the best thing i've ever seen!"
“you aren't funny." i say, my cheeks burning . i roll my eyes and pull him inside. he falls through the window and lands on his ass, springing to his feet in the blink of an eye.
he's wearing my old, triple sized, brooklyn nets sweater (we have jointly never watched one basketball game in our lives) and a pair of grey sweats. classic.
"cat like reflexes. unlike you." he laughs, grabbing the shoe from my hand. "really?"
"you cant blame me! what weapons would a teenage girl have in her bedroom?"
he gives me a blank stare.
"hey, i wasn't near any of them!"
i sit back on the floor, while penn flicks through my records. he picks a few out and shows them to me. childish gambino, chance the rapper, and the cure.
"what a spread." i say sarcastically.
"whatever, you big bully. pick one."
"definitely the cure. you already knew before you asked."
"i know i just wanted to be cute." he fake pouts as he puts the record on and sits down by my side. plainsong starts to play, and i nod my head to the melody.
"yeah, it's too bad you suck too hard to be cute." i reach up to push his head of scruffy brown hair and he fake dies with his hand over chest.
“how could you say that? now i’m doomed to an eternity aloooooone…”
"get up, hamlet. this isn't theatre." i laugh. "you're so dramatic, it's almost cute."
"you think i'm cuuute." he snickers and pushes me over slightly.
i bob back up. "i said almost."
"yeah, whatever." he says, getting up to turn up the music. i get up to go and sit on my bed, "the grounds really hurting my ass.".
he turns to me and turns back to the record player. "boohoo, how do you want me to fix it for you?"
i cross my arms and pout. "maybe i wanted you to kiss it for me."
"ew, gross. you have cooties." he chuckles as he sits down on my bed, pushing me over to get more room.
"it's not my fault you're so long." i laugh. "maybe you should lose a few inches."
"you know what? you're right. i think some parts of me are too big. i think people might get jealous." he says, cockily.
lovesong starts, and it makes me forget whatever he's talking about. "shut up and let me listen to my music, you fucking nerd. you know this is my favorite!"
he realizes and closes his mouth in the middle of his "hey!". i close my eyes and he does the same.
whenever i'm alone with you
you make me feel like i am home again
whenever i'm alone with you
you make me feel like i am whole again
i feel a thumb brush my cheek, and i open my eyes slowly to see penn's deep brown eyes staring down at me. they almost look black.
"what are you doing?" i choke out, wishing i had never said them in the first place. my cheeks are red hot, and i wish his hand wasn't on it so he couldn't physically feel my embarrassment.
"are you nervous?" he asks, his big brown eyes searching for an answer in the cast expanse of mine.
whenever i'm alone with you
you make me feel like i am young again
i loosen my shoulders, that i didn't even know were tense, and look up at him fully.
"no."
whenever i'm alone with you
you make me feel like i am fun again
as soon as the last ounce of word comes out of my mouth, his mouth has replaced it. his full lips press into mine and i see fireworks going off behind my closed eyes. i squeeze them shut and push into him harder, taking his bottom lip into my teeth and biting it, maybe a little bit hard.
his big eyes open and look at me. i can feel them and i look at him, too. i let go of his lip softly, seeing it pull back to his teeth. it feels like a fucking eternity until he nods and pulls my leg over his till i'm on his lap.
he presses his raw lips into mine, his hands on my hips, squeezing them and leading them slowly onto the bulge in his sweatpants. i can't help but let out a breathy moan, immediately clapping a hand over my mouth.
penn looks up at me with those gorgeous puppy eyes and i forget my fucking middle name. he takes my hand down from my mouth and puts it to his, putting my thumb into it and letting it rest on his bottom teeth. the sight makes me melt into a puddle, and i fall back into his kiss again.
however far away
i will always love you
we both let out little pants, both of our mouths constantly open like we were scared that if we closed them, we would never be able to open them again.
however long i stay
i will always love you
i felt his hand slip down the back of my pants, stopping for a second to grip my ass in the nicest way possible, before his two middle fingers reached my clit. he twirled his fingers around and then slid them up.
"you're so fucking wet." he moans, barely getting the words out. "are you always like this?"
i nod slowly. "it's kind of embarrassing."
he grabs me by the bottom of my chin, pulling me back to his mouth. he slowly circles and teases me, while putting a hand up my shirt to play with my nipple.
he pauses, and pulls back. he puts his thumb up to my mouth, and slides it in. he looks at me with those deep brown eyes, and my mouth closes around his thumb, sucking on it.
he takes it out and rubs the cold wetness on my nipple, making me yelp a little before clapping a hand to my mouth once again.
penn takes my hand down again, looking at me.
"don't cover your mouth. i want to hear all the little things you say when i'm not here."
"penn- holy fuuuck." i squeak out, before he flips me back over to my back and climbs on top of me. he grinds on top of me, his hard dick sliding up to my clit perfectly.
"oh my fucking god, i need to be inside you." he almost whines, his teeth gritted and eyes closed in euphoria.
“please, penn. i need you so bad..” i trail off into sweet nonsense.
he looks at me with a sweet smile. "i've always seen the way you look at me. those pretty eyes. i've always wanted to see them like this."
"like what?" i hesitantly ask.
"hungry for me."
i'm genuinely speechless, and i guess he can tell, so he kisses me with so much animality that i can barely breathe. his lips lead down to my jaw, down my neck until i finally sit up and take my shirt off.
"wow, how smooth." he snickers, planting kisses down and around my chest.
"shut up, penn." i say, breathily. my mind is going a million miles an hour, yet i cant point out a single thought.
in a swift second, my pants are off, with no help to penn, of course. i cant believe this boy can tie his own shoes sometimes.
"what did you say?" he asks, his voice calm and collected.
"i said shut up, penn." i laugh. "you don't scare me."
"i don't wanna scare you." penn whispers, his hand slipping down into my panties. i automatically feel his fingers at my clit, and i feel another hand at my throat.
"i just wanna touch you." he smiles, going down my stomach again and littering it with kisses.
"i wanna feel you." he says kissing my thighs, softly. i buck my hips up with every kiss, a white hot fire between my legs. well, actually 2.
"i wanna love you." he says, looking up at me. his eyelashes tickle my thighs, and i look down at him, my eyes wide.
"and i wanna fucking ravage you."
"p-please." is the only word i can get out before he pushes a long, slender finger inside me.
"oh my fucking god." he moans, his head falling onto my thigh while he pushes his finger in again. "i cant believe you can get this wet."
"it's all f-for you. goddd, it's all for you."
he smiles up at me. "i know. do you know how long i've been waiting for this? god, you're so fucking perfect." he says, sliding his tongue from his fingers up to to my clit and i shudder.
"holy fuck, penn." i moan, running my hands through his long brown hair, gripping onto it and bucking my hips up.
he moans against my pussy, the vibrations shooting up my body, making explosions go off in my mind. he pushes his fingers in and out, sucking on my clit with ease.
he comes back up to kiss me, adding another finger inside me.
"are you ready, baby?" he asks me, sweetly. i nod, a little too aggressively and he chuckles, unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants off and throwing them somewhere to the floor.
he kisses me, his tongue sliding inside my mouth. i suck on it, making him moan into my mouth. he grabs his dick, teasing me with it by sliding it up and down, looking me in the eyes.
he slides it in, slowly, gritting his teeth and breathing out a moan. "you are so fucking beautiful. god, you're so beautiful." he chokes out.
"mmmph, penn. fuck, you're so good- "
"a-ah, fuck baby. you feel so fucking good. i don't ever want to fucking l-leave, fuck, babe." he brings my leg up above my head, going as deep as he can. the headboard is smacking the wall so hard it's nearly chipping at the drywall.
“p-penn, im gonna c-"
"it's okay, baby, i've got you. i-im going to, too, fuck-"
penn's eyes damn near roll back into his head, as he groans out the most guttural and gorgeous moan ever known to man as we both cum at the same time.
"holy fuck, baby, you're gripping me s-so fucking h-hard." he says, his eyes squeezed shut, leaning on top of me and biting my shoulder.
i take a sharp inhale, the pain subsiding to pleasure as i buck my hips up, making penn shudder and moan before he pulls out and lays next to me.
i take time to catch my breath before i feel a pair of arms wrap around me. i look over to see penn looking at me with those big brown doe eyes, and i look away, embarrassed.
he turns my face towards him, closing his eyes and pressing his lips onto mine. i smile into his mouth, our tongues fitting together perfectly.
we pull away at the same time, and he's already smiling at me. he's almost laughing.
"what are you laughing about?" i start laughing because he's laughing.
"nothing, nothing. i just-" he hesitates. "i've been waiting for that for so fucking long." he kisses the top of my head.
"me, too. that was perfect." i respond. i literally cant stop smiling.
it's silent for a little bit. it's a beautiful, comfortable silence.
"would you want to be my girlfriend?" he finally asks.
my eyes widen, and i look back up at him.
“are you serious?" i ask. "i cant tell if you're joking."
he looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "are you crazy? i've wanted you since i've moved here. it's definitely fate."
"you're such a fucking nerd." i say, giggling. i kiss him on the forehead.
he gets up to pull on his pants, and walks over to the records he picked out.
"because the internet. of course." i roll my eyes at him.
"you don't get it. donald glover is a musical fucking genius, baby."
he comes back and lays down, pulling me into his arms and resting his head on mine.
no matter what you say or what you do
when i'm alone i'd rather be with you
fuck these other niggas, i'll be right by your side
till 3005
hold up.
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