#and I kept telling myself that I was wrong

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From people you know, to people you don't

 𝝙 Boyfriend!Yunho 𝝙 

∞ Author: bvidzsoo

∞ Pairing: Jeong Yunho x female reader

∞ Warning: cursing, blood, manhandling

∞ Word count: 3.6k

∞ Genre: non-idol!au, mafia!au, lovers to exes to acquittances!au

∞ Summary: Yunho wasn't the same man you had once known. What he had turned into, you didn't know. But you did know one thing, you'd do anything to keep your daughter safe and away from him.

∞ A/N: Hello...we don't speak of this. I know I'm supposed to be writing my thesis and Love Me Like A Rockstar (and Beyond The Obscure), but my mind had been plagued with short drabbles for all of our boys so...yeah, I'm writing a mafia drabble for all of them, it seems like it:) Yunho is the first one to start off this new mini-series, and the next members will be posted randomly. I'm not starting a taglist for this one, sorry<3 (you'll have to lurk around) Feedback is much appreciated, I hope you enjoy!

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            It hadn’t always been like this. Yunho hadn’t always been like this. Five years ago when we had met, he was a sweetheart. He was attentive and the kindest man I have ever known, so loving and a safe place. He bought me flowers every third day and took us out on dates every Friday, all throughout those two years that we had been together for. But then…somehow the cracks in his character started showing. His smiles became less genuine and his once protective hold became possessive and painful. There was something about his eyes that didn’t hold any warmth anymore, just scary, icy coldness that kept you rooted to your spot, shaking and praying to a God that he wouldn’t pounce on you and do only God knows what to you. He became a predator ready to hunt his prey…even if his prey was me. The woman he had once claimed to love furiously and ardently, an emotion now turned into constant anger and hatred whenever he looked in my direction.

I have never truly understood what I have done wrong, but after a while, I stopped trying to understand. I stopped trying to decipher who Jeong Yunho truly was, and why he was the way he was. I stopped trying to make it work between us when I found out that a fragile life was growing inside of me. I wasn’t ready to become a mother at the fragile age of twenty-four, but I wasn’t capable of letting the baby go no matter how hard I tried to convince myself. Despite our quickly deteriorating relationship, that baby had been conceived with love, and I knew deep down Yunho was a good man, he had just lost his way in life. And I was scared of him and of whatever he was capable of after that fated night.

A storm was raging outside, lightning illuminating the night sky every few minutes, thunder shaking the ground. I had a bad feeling, a really bad one, as I gripped my warm mug tightly in my hands, staring out the window. Yunho was supposed to be home by now, hours ago, actually, but he wasn’t. And he wasn’t answering my calls nor my texts. A tightness seemed to grip at my throat, prohibiting me from drinking any tea furthermore. The crash of the front door made me jump out of my skin, heart racing as I hurried to the hallway, stopping in my tracks at the sight of my boyfriend. Except that he looked nothing like my boyfriend. Dripping wet from head to toe, black hair falling in his cold eyes menacingly, panting through his open mouth, something red tainting his white t-shirt and seemingly dripping down his forearm. The right sleeve of his leather jacket had been sliced open and I could see a red wound peeking through angrily. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to make sense of the situation, hands slightly trembling as Yunho’s eyes slowly drifted upwards, settling on my form. I had planned on telling him tonight that I was pregnant, that we were expecting a baby, but I wasn’t so enthusiastic about it anymore. I was…scared of the man standing in our hallway, in our, once, safe home.

“Yunho,” I whispered, trying to mask the fear in my voice, “what happened to you?”

Yunho said nothing as he kicked his shoes off, my body stiffening as I finally noticed what he held in his left hand. A knife. A knife coated in red. A bloody knife. My heart started racing as Yunho’s eyes never left my form as he advanced towards me, unknowingly backing me against the living room’s closed door, making me gasp. He smelled…like smoke and like iron, like blood. What had he done? Who was this man standing in front of me?

“I had to take care of some business.” My once beloved boyfriend’s voice was deep, eyes dead as he looked me all over the face, his jaw clenching, “Business you fucked up, apparently.”

“M—me?” I stuttered, avoiding eye contact when Yunho’s eyes sharply found mine. He chuckled, but it wasn’t amused, it sounded sarcastic and irritated.

“Yeah, you.” He hissed, closing the gap between our bodies, reflexively making me hold onto my tummy. I was too early on in the pregnancy to show, yet I was already oh so protective of my little fragile baby, “And it’s the last time this happens, understood?”

“I—I don’t understand—” I stilled when Yunho’s large palm caressed my cheek, just a remnant of how he once used to do it, “I don’t understand what I had done.”

“Of course, you don’t,” Yunho chuckled, sneering, “you are too dumb to understand. How about you change workplaces?”

“What?” I muttered confused, flinching when he gripped my jaw tightly, yanking me forward, “Why?”

“I wouldn’t want the police tracing back anything to me, you know?” Yunho mused, the look on his face anything like him. He looked almost crazed, he looked dangerous.

“Did you kill someone?” My voice was barely above a whisper as we stared into each other’s eyes, my heart almost beating out of my chest. I couldn’t breathe as Yunho remained silent, a small smile stretching onto his lips as if I had said something funny. But instead of an answer, he just pressed his damp lips against mine, almost making me jerk away from him. But he held me in a vice like grip and the door behind me stopped me from going anywhere. When I didn’t kiss back, he bit my bottom lip and forced my lips apart, pinning me against the door as his tongue slipped inside my mouth, bringing tears to my eyes.

Yunho wasn’t the man I had fallen in love with anymore. He was someone else, someone that resembled the devil and was capable of anything. And so I had realized I had to save myself and our baby before it was too late for the two of us, before Yunho did something horrible to us.

            And after that night, I ran away without even as much as glancing back, without having any regrets. I was scared that he’d try to find me, but he never reached out. I left a note on the fridge, in the kitchen, saying that I couldn’t do this anymore and that I was breaking up with him, starting anew. I moved towns, somewhere far away from him, to a city that was filled with life and so many people that even if he looked in every nook and cranny he still wouldn’t be able to find us. Hyeri, our little daughter, and I, that is. Who will be turning three years old today. Life had been…quiet ever since I decided that Hyeri and I would do just fine on our own. Except for my mother, nobody knew where I had moved to. I was too scared that our mutual friends would tell Yunho about our whereabouts, therefore I broke contact with everyone from my old life.

Here, in the big city, I was cautious of who I allowed close to myself and to my daughter, but so far I was lucky enough to only meet genuine and lovely people. Hyeri seemed to like it here too, the little girl growing quicker than I could wrap my mind around it. Soon, she’d be going to daycare. Our day was long due to the little birthday party I had thrown for her, only inviting over my mother, my best friend and colleague from work, Hyeri’s two friends she met at the playground a year ago, and well, the landlord of my previous apartment whom I had become friends with soon after moving here. He was a funny and considerate man, always eager to help me out. My mother kept saying he had a harmless crush on me and that I should give him a chance, but I wasn’t ready to date yet, and besides…my mother somehow missed the fact that he was gay and happily in a relationship.

After having tucked Hyeri in and cleaned the house as best as I could once everyone left, I finally had a moment to myself as I went back to the kitchen and opened the highest cabinet I could reach to grab a glass and my favorite brand of wine. I settled at the table and popped the bottle open, pouring myself an acceptable amount of wine, relaxing into the chair as I placed one leg up on it, hooking my arm around it. I closed my eyes and savored the almost sweet taste of the wine, sighing quietly and being thankful that it was finally the weekend. I could forget for two days about the massive workload I had at my job, papers upon papers pilling up on my desk, a constant reminder of how overworked I was while being underpaid. But I suppose that’s just how things seem to work nowadays. I must be thankful that I make enough to provide for myself and my lovely Hyeri, still.

As I let my head fall forward and rest on my knee, a floorboard seemed to creak in the hallway. Did Hyeri have another nightmare? Or was just the house settling? I listened closely, but I haven’t heard Hyeri’s door opening, so it couldn’t have been her. Suddenly, the hairs on my arms stood and my body froze, sensing danger before I could even see it. I shoot up from the chair when I heard the floorboards creak again, and prayed to God that it was just my best friend coming back, having left something here. She had a key, after all, she was allowed to let herself in without announcing that she was coming. However, the tall and sturdy figure standing in my kitchen’s doorway made my heart drop to my stomach, hand clenching tightly around the glass of wine I was still holding onto for comfort.

Jeong Yunho.

But how—I had escaped him. Forever. I ran away, I did everything, I—my thoughts kicked into overdrive as I realized Hyeri was just a few doors down, sleeping in her bed, unassuming of the monster standing inside our home. I had to protect her. I just had to. Yunho could never know, he could take me, he could kill me, but he would never touch my Hyeri.

“Fancy little house,” Yunho’s voice was just as deep as three years ago, perhaps deeper now, as his eyes scouted the place, “looks like the dream house you always told me about.”

I gulped, unable to respond as Yunho pursed his cherry-red lips, stepping further inside the kitchen. Strangely, his shoes were missing and so was his jacket. Blue jeans clung to his long legs, a little baggy, and a grey sweater warmed his torso, some university’s name printed on the front of it, his silver rosary hanging over it. Yunho looked like—the man I had once loved. Like the dream guy I thought I was lucky to score. But I knew who he was, what he hid underneath that sheep mask of his. There was a wolf underneath, a dangerous predator waiting for you to lower your walls, to let him in, to be vulnerable.

“What are you doing here?” I found my voice at last, when his fingers touched the petals of the flowers I had placed in a vase, in the middle of the round table I had in my kitchen. Those were my favorite flowers; the same ones Yunho would always buy for me.

“I was passing through the city,” Yunho explained, smiling a little as he noticed a picture of my mother and I stamped onto the fridge, “thought I could stop by and say hi.”

“No.” I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as my heart did somersaults against my ribcage, “No, you can’t—you just broke in, Yunho! I’m calling the cops—”

“It’s not called breaking in when you have a key.” I all but blanched as he grabbed some keys out of his pocket and dangled them towards me. My blood froze over, body going numb. How did he have that? Just how?! “And the cops won’t be doing anything, my dear—”

“Don’t call me that,” I all but almost shouted, forgetting for a second that I had a little child in the house, “Don’t—you can’t be here, Yunho. You have to get out, right now.”

The friendliness slipped from his face as his eyes darkened, slowly walking around the table, coming closer. I backed away from him, trying to aim for the door, but before I could make a run for it, his hand had already wrapped around my arm, yanking my body into his. I gasped, his once familiar cologne wafting through my nose as Yunho’s dark eyes focused on my face, the same chocolate color as they used to be. But they were cold again, just like three years ago. He really wasn’t the man I had once loved.

“Oh, Y/N,” He sighed, leaning down and nuzzling his head against my neck, nose pressing into my skin, “I have missed you so much.”

I was shaking, frozen to the spot, trying to come up with an escape plan. I would have to go to the police, I needed help. How did he find me?!

“Get off.” I whispered, hands gripping his arms to the point my nails dug through his sweater, “Yunho, let go of me!”

Yunho groaned, pulling back to grab me by the nape as he lowered his head to be eye-level with me. I glared at him fiercely as I tried to wrestle myself out of his hold, but he grabbed my right arm and flushed it against himself, pinning my arm to his back.

“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to find you?” He sounded amused, yet his expression conveyed annoyance, “Did you think you could hide from me?”

My chest was rising and falling quickly as my glare bore into his eyes, his glare just as menacing as mine, “Did you think you could end things like that between us?”

“Yes.” I hissed, fed up by always feeling so small and scared of him, “I left you. There’s no us anymore and there’ll never be, Yunho. You’re a—criminal! You’re not the man I fell in love with, and I have nothing to do with you anymore.”

“That’s not how a relationship works, my dear, we take that decision together.” Yunho snapped, his perfectly calm mask finally slipping as he seethed, jaw tense and a fire in his eyes, “I am still the same man you fell in love with, I’m just not afraid to show all sides of myself to you anymore, Y/N.”

“You tricked me.”

“I didn’t.”

Silence fell around us as we both breathed through our mouths, breaths mingling as our faces were close to each other. My cheeks were slowly flushing from the adrenaline that was coursing through my bloodstream, ears ringing as I started feeling helpless. I had to get away, I needed to get Hyeri and flee this place.

“You would’ve ran away if you knew who I truly was so early on, Y/N.” Yunho sounded defeated as he averted his eyes to the floor, finally releasing my arm he had pinned to his back, instead cradling my face with both hands as he walked me backwards towards the table. I gasped as the back of my thighs hit the sturdy surface, and I held onto Yunho’s sides, trying not to fall backwards.

“Yet I still ran away, Yunho.” I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat, “You scared me away. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“That’s a wish I can’t grant you, I’m sorry.” He licked his lips as his thumbs started caressing my cheeks, his chocolate brown eyes falling onto my lips. My heart seemed to stutter when he leaned closer, his eyes fluttering almost shut, and when he was mere centimeters away from my lips, he paused. I gulped, heart hammering in my chest as I gripped his wrists, his hold turning painful, “When were you going to tell me?”

It was merely a whisper, but with how close he was to me, I heard it crystal clear. I went rigid, suddenly fearing for my daughter’s and my own life again, “What are you talking about?”

When Yunho’s eyes shifted to the side, where the fridge was, and I followed with my own, I stopped breathing. We were both looking at the drawing made by Hyeri, a little girl standing in the middle, holding two women’s hands. Mine and my mother’s. They stood in front of a house, smiles on their faces and with a sun that was a little too big for the otherwise cute drawing. I have never felt dread up until that moment consume my whole being, and before I could stop myself, my eyes glassed over and I gripping onto the collar of Yunho’s sweater, trying to breathe regularly.

“Yunho, no—please—you can’t—”

“I can’t what?” He looked beyond furious, hands crushing my cheeks as a few tears rolled down the,, “She’s my daughter too.”

“No, please.” I tried not to sob, scared it would wake Hyeri, “You can’t—I—I won’t let you. You can’t hurt her. I won’t let you, Yunho, she’s mine—”

“She’s ours.” Yunho snapped, shaking me in the process, making me whimper as I grabbed onto his face.

“Please, Yunho, just leave—just leave us alone.” I begged him, flinching as he started wiping my tears away, almost with a fascinated look on his face.

“You were never going to tell me, right?” He asked in a whisper, suddenly looking very sad. My heart stilled and I felt bad, but then I had to remind myself that he had killed someone and that he had probably done so many worse things that I didn’t know about, and didn’t want to know about. I never truly knew who Jeong Yunho was, and I didn’t want to know. I couldn’t let him come back in our lives. He would ruin everything again.

“I—”

“Mommy?” Both Yunho and I froze, our eyes going wide before Yunho was letting me go, stepping back, looking shocked as his eyes quickly fell on his daughter. I quickly wiped my cheeks clear of tears and tried not to sniff as I turned to smile at our daughter, forcing myself to mask my distress.

“My love,” I chuckled, walking around the table to get to her, scared that Yunho would try to do something, “you’re awake?”

“Bad dream.” Hyeri whined as she rubbed at her eyes, giggling when I hastily picked her up. My heart was beating even faster than before as I tucked her head against my neck, shielding her view from Yunho, who was unresponsive as he stared at us wide eyed. I didn’t know how he’d react, and I was terrified. The resemblance between Hyeri and Yunho was unmistakable. She was an exact replica of Yunho with her round cheeks, freckles spreading around it, and pouty lips, even her eyes were the same light color as Yunho’s in the sunlight. Her temperament, too, was similar to Yunho’s. My daughter was a constant reminder of who I once used to love, yet I could never hold that against her. She was everything I have ever wished for, my light, my life.

When Yunho went to take a step towards us, I quickly backed away, walking out of the kitchen altogether, seemingly making him freeze. He gulped, eyes searching my face for something, but I was begging him to stay back and leave us alone. His hands balled up into fists at his side and I feared what would come next.

“Who is man?” Hyeri mumbled against my neck, peaking at Yunho with her eyebrows furrowed. Yunho and her shared a long look, and it broke my heart as Hyeri gave me an even more confused look than before, “Is he uncle?”

I could only hope she was too young to understand reality.

“No,” Hearing Yunho’s soft voice made me jump and caught Hyeri’s attention again, “just someone—who loves mommy and you.”

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying in front of our daughter and instead forced a smile on my face as Hyeri looked at me wonderingly, “Really?”

“Yes.” I answered her, my own voice sounding unsure and shaky, “Let’s go to sleep while this man leaves, alright?”

“Mommy,” Hyeri mumbled, looking at Yunho again, eyebrows furrowing, “can man tuck me in?”

“What—” I whispered confused, looking at Yeri with furrowed eyebrows, “no, he—”

“Please.” But Yunho’s pleading voice full with regret shut me up quickly as he slowly approached us, very reluctantly reaching his hand out to pet Hyeri’s fluffy hair, “Please.”

And when Yunho’s eyes found mine again, I was alarmed to see the man I had once fallen in love with. Desperate, begging with everything he could, yet reluctant to reach out. Just who was Jeong Yunho?

“Just this once.” I whispered, arms tightening around Hyeri as Yunho’s face lit up, eyes clearing of the tears he was holding back.

“Thank you.” He’s never looked so grateful before, and my eyes widened when he pressed a swift kiss against my lips, making Hyeri giggle in my arms. And before I could interfere, Hyeri was making grabby hands at Yunho, smiling brightly as he carefully took her in his arms, cradling his daughter against his chest like it was his most prized possession. Yunho’s eyes shone like they were the sun and I stood frozen as he walked towards her bedroom, Hyeri muttering things to him that I couldn’t hear.

What was I going to do now?

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Agent Outcast Pt. 2

Fem!OC (Arania Northfire) x Larissa Weems 

Warnings: smut, fingering, eating out, strap sex, orgasm denial, safe word usage, ect…

Word Count: 1,880 

A/n: You guys really seemed to like Pt.1 so here's Pt.2...enjoy?

You drove back to Nevermore with your mind in a haze. Adrien was having you stalked; it was the only way to explain how he knew about you and Larissa and, considering he never left the warehouse, he would have to have someone else watching you. You knew you needed to tell Larissa but the thought of losing her held you back. The angelic blonde was the only good thing in your life; you would do whatever necessary to keep her with you.  

You got back to Nevermore and found Larissa in the same spot you’d left her in. She had dozed off on the couch, her book open in her lap. You smiled, setting your things down on her desk before gently trying to shake her awake.  

“Time to wake up, beautiful.” you whispered into her ear, “Coffee’s here.” 

“Mmm . . . coffee . . .” Larissa mumbled, rolling onto her side and ignoring you, continuing to sleep.  

“Larissa,” you said a little louder, “come on baby, time to wake up.” 

Other than a small groan Larissa gave you no answer. You sighed, pulling your phone from your pocket, activating your alarm and holding your phone to her ear as you set off the alarm, the blood-curdling scream that was your alarm noise waking Larissa up instantly. She snapped up into a sitting position, looking around wildly as you burst into laughter. 

“That was not funny!” Larissa gasped laughingly, playfully smacking your shoulder. 

“No,” you said between laughs, “it was hilarious!” 

Larissa mumbled incoherently under her breath, seething as she pushed herself off the couch, glaring at you while she waited for your laughter to die away.  

“I’m sorry,” you said, though you didn’t actually mean it, “but, come on Ris, you have to admit that was kinda funny. “ 

“I don’t have to admit to anything.” Larissa said coolly, though a playful smile was spread across her lips.  

Mimicking her smile, you came up behind Larissa and pulled her against you, planting a kiss on her neck as you said, “I love you . . . Now, let’s drink that coffee before it’s room temperature.” 

Larissa chuckled, prying your hands off of her and grabbing both of your coffees off her desk, handing you yours as she began to sip from hers.  

“They had your favourite, today.” you said, nodding to the little brown bag as you sipped from your coffee.  

“Pumpkin spice?” Larissa asked, her bright eyes glimmering happily. 

“Yep,” you said with a laughing smile, watching as your girlfriend tore open the bag, inhaling the scent from the muffins.  

“You didn’t have to do this!” Larissa squealed, biting into one of the warm muffins. 

“I hoped it might make up for my attitude this week,” you said softly, a sad edge to your voice, “I know I haven’t exactly been acting like myself lately . . .” 

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Larissa asked, a shadow of concern forming behind her bright blue eyes.  

“Nothing’s wrong.” you lied, shaking your head, “I’m just a little stressed this week, and I guess it’s showing more than I thought.” 

“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” Larissa stated, “What’s really going on?” Now was your chance; You had the opportunity to tell her what exactly was happening but you refused to take it, saying instead, “I’m fine. It’s just some personal problems; I told you that.” 

Larissa sighed, her facial expression making it clear she didn’t believe you.  

“I’m going to bed.” you stated with a small sigh, throwing away the last quarter of your coffee before retreating to Larissa’s bedroom.  

You sighed again, heavier this time, as you rid yourself of your day clothes and slipped into a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt you kept in Larissa’s room for overnight stays. Larissa came in after you, kicking off her heels and tossing her blazer onto a nearby chair.  

“Can you help me?” Larissa asked, motioning to the zipper on the back of her dress. 

“Ya, I’ve got you.” you said, walking over to her.  

You ran your hands up the sides of her body coming to stop at the zipper of her dress, slowly unzipping it before sliding it off her body. With a snap of your fingers her bra had been removed and she too stood in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt.  

“Come sit on the bed and I’ll help you take your hair down.” you whispered, planting a gentle kiss behind her ear.  

Larissa hummed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, you sitting down right behind her. Soft sighs began to escape Larissa as you unpinned her tight updo, massaging her scalp as you removed each pin until her silvery blonde hair fell past her shoulders in waves.  

“There. Doesn’t that feel better?” you teased as Larissa turned to face you. 

“It does,” Larissa admitted, looking into your icy blue eyes, “What can I do to help you destress?” 

“ . . . You can let me use you however I want,” you whispered huskily, your eyes darkening with lust.  

“Done,” Larissa whispered with a smile before moving to lay on the bed the way she knew you liked her.  

“Really?” you whispered, your tongue toying with your bottom lip, “Just like that?” Larissa nodded eagerly and you chuckled, whispering, “You love being Mommy’s little whore, don’t you?” 

As you watched Larissa continue to nod eagerly , her eyes begging you to fuck her, you felt an ache building up in your heated sex and you growled, taking Larissa up on her offer.  

You tore off both of your clothes, peppering Larissa’s body with kisses and hickies, your naked bodies flushed against one another.  

"Safe word?" you asked before attaching your lips to one of her breasts. 

" . . . Black . . ." Larissa moaned. 

You smiled, moving kisses down her body before viciously attaching your lips to her clit, sucking on it harshly as you pumped a finger in and out of her core. Larissa screamed, her hands weaving themselves into your hair. You groaned against her, teasing her bud with your teeth as you slipped a second finger into her.  

"Ari–! Ari–! Oh shit, Ari!" Larissa cried arching her back off if the bed, "Fuck–! Ari please, can I cum?!" 

"Go ahead, darling." you whispered.  

The words had barely left your mouth before Larissa came, her cum milking your fingers and her thighs. You moaned at the sight, hurrying to lap the cum off her thighs and your fingers. Smiling at her, you slid up so that you were straddling her hips again. You reached into a drawer in her nightstand, pulling out a small black vibrator.  

"Don't cum until I say you can." you whispered with a dangerous smirk, turning the toy on and placing it on her clit. 

Larissa gasped as the toy began to tease her and you smiled, sliding up so that you were straddling her face. 

"Eat me out, baby." You commanded.  

Larissa groaned, slipping her skillful tongue into your aching core.  

"That's it, baby. That's it," you moaned, bucking your hips into her face, "Eat me out– Eat mommy out like the whore you are– Oh, GOD!!" Your whole body was shaking; Larissa already had you on the edge, "Keep going baby. Make mommy cum–!" 

With a final flick of her tongue you came, riding out your high on Larissa's face.  

You smirked, sliding down and placing more kisses and hickies over her body, the vibrator still attacking her clit. Larissa moaned and whined, squirming beneath you, trying desperately to get some sort of friction.  

"You'd best stay still unless you want me to spank you." you growled in Larissa's ear, your hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing gently. 

"Ari, please . . ." Larissa whimpered, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, "Please, let me cum." 

"No." 

Larissa moaned pleadingly, arching her back off the bed but you weren't going to give in so easily. Sliding down her, you grabbed the vibrator, pressing it harshly against her clit. Larissa screamed, her legs tightening around your head. You laughed, taking the vibrator and sliding it up and down her slit, teasing her entrance.   

"Ari!" Larissa cried, her body trembling, "Ari! Ari, please – I can't –" 

Feeling her body trembling, you knew she was hanging on the edge so you turned off the vibrator, pulling it from her. Larissa groaned, shutting her eyes. You chuckled, placing the vibrator back in the drawer and trading it for a large, red strap.  

"Colour, baby?" you asked, slipping on the strap. 

"White . . ." Larissa whimpered, as you began teasing her entrance with the head of the faux cock.  

"Good," you hummed before sliding the thick strap into Larissa.  

You waited until Larissa had adjusted to the size of the silicone cock before beginning to move, sliding nearly all the way out before thrusting back into her.  

Within seconds you had her tethering on the edge again, and this time she couldn't stop herself. With a broken scream, she came, her juices coating the red strap. You looked down and scowled, your eyes a midnight blue due to the lust you felt.  

"Get up and bend over the bed." you growled dangerously, pulling out of her. 

As much as she wanted to object, Larissa knew she was already in trouble so she obliged, moving as quickly as her body would allow. You snatched the vibrator from the drawer turning on and setting it to go at an incredibly slow and rough pace before shoving it into Larissa's cunt, coming to stand behind her.  

"You cum again and I will be leaving handprints on your ass," you growled in her ear, your voice becoming more and more animalistic, "Make a sound and I'll make sure the whole school knows who you belong to. Do you understand?" 

Larissa nodded, and you smirked, roughly thrusting into her ass.  

Larissa bit down on her lip to stifle the screams and moans in her throat, grasping the sheets as she fought to follow your instructions. She needed to cum so badly but you would not let her, the vibrator torturing her cunt while you pounded into her from behind. Every part of her ached, and her vision was beginning to blur. Her stomach felt as if she had just swallowed coals and her lungs were finding it difficult to take in oxygen.  

"Black; BLACK!!" Larissa screamed, tossing her head back as tears spilled from her eyes. You stopped immediately, gently pulling out of her and removing the vibrator.  

Picking her up and placing her back on the bed you asked, "Was I too rough, baby?" 

"No . . ." Larissa whispered, shaking her head, "I'm just sensitive tonight . . ."  

You smiled gently, summoning a damp washcloth and cleaning Larissa and the toys before pulling Larissa into your arms as the two of you cuddled, your arms wrapped around her, her head resting in the crook of your neck.  

"Thank you, baby." you whispered, stroking Larissa's hair, "I'm sorry I haven't been acting in the best manner lately."  

"It's okay." Larissa mumbled, slowly drifting off to sleep in your arms. 

You smiled, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek before snapping your fingers, the covers from the bed moving from under to over you as you slid down on the bed, your head resting against Larissa's as you too drifted to sleep.

[kubominero]

I kept accidentally using the wrong pronouns for Ryker and every now and then I tell myself NOOOO THEY / THEM !!!! So I drew my sona in this meme with Ryker LMFAO

[thestarsarecool]

Did the sessions for ‘Free As A Bird’ and “Real Love’ go entirely without a hitch?

No, not really. The biggest hitch for me was when we came to the middle-eight of ‘Free As A Bird’, which John had blocked out. He had a little germ of an idea but hadn’t finished it, so we decided that we would have to write some lyrics of our own.

What happened was: Ringo, having done all his stuff, left me and George to it, and Ringo is a very good balance, he’s a very good pivot for us. When he’s there the atmosphere is more complete. But it was fine, you sometimes need a little tension. Anyway, I brought in some words that I thought might do the trick but when I went and sang them I was having a little trouble and didn’t think they were that good. And so, rightly enough, George and Jeff Lynne said this and then George started hacking them to pieces. I must admit, as a pride thing, that got a little difficult. I had to live with it, though, and I say now that he was absolutely right to do it and I’m glad he did it, but whilst it was going on it was a little bit hairy. It was like: here’s George savaging my lyrics, am I happy about this? And I had to keep saying, “Yeah, sure, sure, he’s right, he’s right, he’s right”, and he was.

— Paul McCartney, Club Sandwich, November 1st 1995

[qumiiiquinnquin]

this family very much does not understand mental health, but i cant talk to them to educate and be able to talk to them about what is wrong, without them always getting frustrated at me or demanding an answer as to what i want them to do. i often get shot down or my answer isn't good enough for them. they've accused me of using anxiety and depression as excuses to act shitty, which is not true. ive explained my problems to my sibling numerous times only for them to snap back at me and they refuse to read what i wrote. every time, it is up to me to apologize for displaying symptoms, though i cant phrase it like that, but rather apologize for "how i acted." my dad does not want me to say i have anxiety and depression because self-diagnosis is bad. he has yelled at me and been physical with me during multiple depressive episodes or anxiety attacks.

i cannot say i was abused or have trauma either. just, people werent very great, thats all i can say, but i cant talk about those that hurt me too much because "they're family" and "they loved you." my mom did not care about my sa story, responding to it with "that happens" and moved on to talk about her own trauma. i hadn't told anyone but her in my family about the incident and i do not want to. in 2021 she stopped me from talking to her about the abuse from my nana because "its not nice to talk about people behind their backs." even though my dad has since apologized and stopped when i was 12, my dad's yelling and spanking since we were little made me nervous to accidentally set him off. i dont know if im wrong to feel that way about spanking, but he intentionally would do it very hard and my sibling and i would feel pain for several hours or longer. but since he feels guilty about it, we aren't allowed to call it abuse and i cannot say it caused me trauma. this same situation gets applied with my stepdad who has yelled at us for numerous things. and, of course there is what my nana and "aunt" have done.

apparently, this same lack of understanding and ignorance of mental health was present when my parents were still married, where my dad did not know much about bipolar disorder, which my mom has, but would not listen to my mom or try to understand.

my grandma seems to be the only person i can talk to and actually understands and cares about mental health.

i want to be able to tell my family whats going on. they're my family. i do not want to separate from them both physically and emotionally. i genuinely feel at a loss.

[campingwiththecharmings]

so over the last week or so i've noticed several people liking almost every fic on my masterlist and, while i am appreciative of the interaction, i just wanted to take a second and ask: if you read something i wrote and enjoyed it, would you maybe at least consider reblogging it? it only takes a couple of extra seconds and is really so helpful and appreciated ❤️

[j-esbian]

i am once again begging people to learn how to recommend things. i’ve been seeing a couple posts lately about a league of their own that have honestly done a really poor job of selling it, not least because none of them actually say what it’s about

one essentially said “you guys need to watch it because it’s got queer woc, and if you don’t watch it, we’ll never get a season 2” which is coming at it backwards. why do i care about getting another season of a show i haven’t watched yet?

another said “if you liked our flag means death you should watch this, because they’re both gay and about real-life historical figures” which, while technically true, is missing the point of both shows. ofmd is a comedy about pirates in the early 16th century. a league of our own, from what i can tell (i had to google it, because none of those posts mention any of this) seems to be a drama about baseball in the early 20th century. what about those is similar

do we really need to keep having this discussion about not tokenizing stories?? because it does it a disservice to boil it down to “it’s good and you should watch it because it’s Diverse”

it’s like if i said, “hmm, i want to go clothes shopping, my closet feels stale,” and you told me, “i have just the thing,” and tried to give me a blank cardboard box with something inside. “what is it?” i ask, and you tell me, “it’s purple.”

but is it a top? pants? i don’t really wear skirts so i wouldn’t be interested. is it a turtleneck? i like those sometimes, but it’s really hard to pull them off. what material is it? i have sensory issues and i don’t like polyester. what if we’re not the same size and it doesn’t fit?

“it’s purple” you tell me. “you like purple. you’ll like it, trust me.”

[dottores]

the past few days have been wonderful 😍

[sonego]

gonna get personal in the tags sorryyyyy

shit i ran out of tags to use GKBKGKDKKDBJDMBMN ok rest under a read more 😭

so okay basically my doctor said sure i'll write you the prescription and also wait should i add it to your regularly taken meds page (so i can request it with a click when i run out)? and i was like yeah that'd be nice and i tried to explain that i thought i would only need for a short period of time but i still need it after many months so... but like he didn't care about the why lol

and anyway now that this has happened i'm like. gonna try to Stop doing what i was doing. there is no good reason to be in pain all the time and make my life harder when taking that dose of my med was working okay and making things considerably better. i don't need to punish myself. this is like so so so hard for me to internalize. being disabled is not a fault. even if it might be my "fault", even if i lowkey feel like i might have contributed to the condition i am in with like, bad choices or whatever, it's still not right to punish myself for it. i'm already unwell, i'm already suffering, what's making it worse gonna do to help? why do i need to feel worse just so i can think i got what i deserve for being in pain in the first place?

so yeah. going back to the higher dose. i hope that makes me feel less pain. i hope i can work without hating every second of it again. i do still hope one day i can get better and not need this med anymore, it's not like i've given up on that bc tbh a lot's still unclear and i will try and see if i can find answers. but in the meantime, no more punishing myself. i need to be okay. i want to be okay.

[anxsity]

no offense but if someone says "have you tried..." followed by the most obvious shit i should be allowed to beat them to death

[oscill4te]

i am usually never homicidal or violent at all, but atm i think i want to personally keel every 40+ yr old man who thinks the grocery store is a place to be an absolute creep to female staff who cannot really leave

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

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[northmelter]

Complaining about how you hate rich white cis asshole characters to the extent where you'll interrupt a convo about another character everyone likes just to say you hate them for that but your fave being a canonically extremely misogynistic extremely ableist rich white cis domestic terrorist who's main character trait is being an asshole and insulting all his teammates is so insane genuinely. Maybe you have just created an OC. Tbh.

[craycraybluejay]

feeling awful

[sophfandoms53]

I’ll never forget when I first saw the leak of the group all surrounding Hunter while he’s on the floor and I tried so hard to gaslight myself that it was fake because, and I quote, “Oh his scar is on the left side of his face, that’s not right, the crew wouldn’t make that kind of mistake. This has to be fake.” And welp… nothing could’ve prepared me for how wrong I was about that.

[sleepdepravity]

Was just in an escape room. I signed up for one that also happened to be hosting a group for a birthday party, and I kinda felt bad for sorta crashing it but I think I was very helpful so happy birthday.