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luvyeni · 1 year

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please do a jay smut 🤌🏻🤌🏻

MY FAVORITE GIRL; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. sugardaddy!jay x fem!reader

wc. 1.6k+

warnings. daddy kink , breeding kink, oral kink (m. receiving), doggy style , unprotected sex, name calling (cum slut)

i hope you like it <3

you're jay's favorite girl ...

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my favorite girl❣| where are you?

daddy💓| im coming princess , i had to pick up a few things, just wait outside in the front.

you pouted , look at the text, you had been waiting for him for 20 minutes and you were starting to get impatient. "where is he?" you said to himself.

"oh y/n , you're still here?" you close your eyes , trying not to roll them at the voice. "hi mei." you turned , putting on your best fake smile. "how are you?" the girl in front of you smiled. "im good." she looked you up and down. "are you waiting for someone?" you nodded. "yes i am , im waiting for my boyfriend." you seen her her face , fall into a thin straight line for a quick second — before she turned back on that smile , just as fake as yours.

"ah , i was hearing a rumor that you finally got a boyfriend , i guess it is true." you wanted to smack the sly smirk off her face. "well , where is he?" you looked at the text. "well he's- i knew it." she scoffed. "look you don't have to lie about having a boyfriend to make people like you , it seems a bit childish." she was really starting to irritate you. "i'm not- princess." you heard a familiar voice , that made you smile. "there he is."

he got out of his car , making his way over to you. "i'm sorry baby." he kissed your temple. "i got caught up at work , and i wanted to stop and get you something to make up for me being late , it's in the car." he finally payed attention to the girl in front of you — who's mouth was practically wide open. "baby , is this one of your friends , hello im jay." your face scrunched up in disgust. "not re- of course, we're like best friends right y/n , im mei." she stuck her hand out , you scoffed.

jay took notice of your mood , getting the hint. "right." he ignored her hand. "well we have to go , i have more surprises for my princess tonight." you smiled , squeezing his hand. "let's go jay." you didn't even bother saying by to her , before you dragged him back to the car. "here princess , get in and get comfortable." he closed the car door , getting in the driver's seat. "look in the back love." you reach behind the seat , pulling out the chanel bag , you squealed. "it's the bag i wanted , thank you so much jay , you reached over kissing his cheek. "no problem baby."

you could only laugh watching mei's face scowl up , as you drove away in jay's car. "her face was priceless." jay's eyes were on the road , one hand on the wheel , one on your thigh. "jay did you see her face?" he nodded. "i did baby."

"oh my god jay , this bag is so pretty , isn't it?" you held the bag close to your persons. "it is baby — you seem to be forgetting something." you furrowed your eyesbrows in confusion. "but i said thank you." he squeezed your thigh. "you're so cute princess , but you've call me jay four times baby , you know that's not my name." your face heated up , you looked down at your feet. "uh baby , are you not gonna apologize?" you knew he wasn't asking , he was telling you to say you're sorry.

"m'sorry." he kissed his teeth , squeezing your thigh hard , you whimpered , panties dampening at the action. "you can do better than that." he said. "m'sorry daddy , i didn't mean to call you jay." he tapped on your knee. "that's okay princess , you'll make it up to me when we get home right." you nodded , knowing what he wanted.

the ride home was quick and silent , he helped you out of the car — taking the elevator up to his condo , his hands resting on your waist guiding you to the door , putting in the password to the door. "go to the bedroom baby , put on my favorite." he kissed your temple , his hand coming down to squeeze your ass.

you quickly made your way to the room , finding the baby pink lingerie set that he loved so much , stripping yourself of your clothes , putting on the pretty outfit , sitting on your knees on the bed , waiting for him to come.

he made his way into the room — his tie undone , sleeves rolled up , holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. "look at you , looking all pretty for me." he sat down in the chair , taking a sip from his cup , calling you over. "come get on your knees for me baby." you got off the bed , getting on your knees , crawling to him , just like he liked. "good girl." looked down at you , smirking as you sat on your knees in front of him , his cock bulging in his slacks , it made your mouth water.

"look how your eyes light up at the sight of my bulge , my little cock slut , you want it in your mouth?" you eagerly nodded , making him laugh. "go ahead , it's yours princess." you smiled , reaching for his pants , unbuckling his pants , he lifted his waist up , letting you pull them down to his ankles , along with his boxers , his cock slapping against his tummy.

he hissed when you kiss his tip , the pre-cum sticking to your lips. "fu-fuck princess , put it in your mouth now." he growled , you complied , grabbing the base of his cock , slowly taking him into your mouth. "mmh fuck , your mouth feels so fucking good princess , just like suck my cock like a good girl." he groaned , taking another sip of his drink , titling his head back. you bobbed your head up and down , the tip of his cock , hitting the back of your throat. "sh-shit , you're little throat is squeezing my cock , keep going." he grabbed your head , pushing your head all the way down , you gagged and gurgled on his cock , the noises from your throat furthered his orgasm. "ngh fuck princess , m'gonna cum down your throat." he grunted , you hollowed your cheeks , taking him all the way down your throat.

"sh-shit , m'cumming , m'cumming." you felt his warm seed shooting down your throat. "good girl , take all my cum." he pulled out of your mouth , looking down at you , mascara ruined , lips red and swollen. "so pretty baby." he caressed your cheek. "thank you daddy." you smiled , your voice horse. "take that off and get on the bed , ass up how i like princess." you got up off your knees , taking the set off, getting on bed.

you arched your back waiting for him — jay admired your ass , stepping out of his pants , making his way over to you , spreading your ass cheeks , your glistening cunt on display. "such a pretty fucking pussy , baby." he pushed a finger inside your whole. "tight to." he thrusted his finger in and out of you. "d-daddy , i want more." you moaned. he shook his head , slapping your ass , you yelped. "have you forgotten your manners princess , has daddy spoiled you too much?" he growled.

"pl-please da-daddy , i want more , m'want your cock , please." you begged , desperate to cum. "you want my cock princess?" he replaced his fingers with his cock , rubbing it up and down your slit. "y-yes please." he pushed his tip into your aching pussy. "da-daddy fuck!" you moaned as he slowly slid his cock into you.

"princess, you're squeezing my dick." he grunted , his cock , hitting your cervix. "oh my — daddy fuck! " you screamed , as he pulled out, slamming back into you , over and over. "that's it , take my cock princess." he grunted , "don't be lazy baby , fuck yourself back on my cock." he smirked , watching you move your hips against him. "baby , i know you can do better , like this." he pushed down on your back , hitting that spot , that had you seeing stars.

"fu-fuck daddy , m'gonna cum." you whined , he keep roughly fucking into that spot. "are you now?" he pulled up , turning you on your back , pushing back into you. "did you ask princess?" he rubbed your clit. "fu-fuck , daddy please." tears ran down your face , you looked like a goddess to him. "pl-please , i need to cum." you clenched around his cock , he hissed. "sh-shit , go a head and cum , since you were a good girl , cum as much as you want." he toyed with your nipples , you shuddered , moaning cumming on his cock. "sh-shit , look at you creaming my cock -fuck- im gonna cum , where do you want it princess?"

"in-inside , i want inside." he almost came from that. "sh-shit , want me to breed your pussy , fill you with my cum?" you nodded , feeling yourself about to cum again. "fuck okay , i'll breed you princess , i'll give you anything you want , just cum for me again." your mouth dropped open , and you let a moan that was almost pornographic , as you came once again , your orgasm triggering his.

"fuck , fuck , fuck , im cumming." he hilted his movements , his cum filling up your cunt , some of it leaking out. "that's it princess , take my cum." he sighed, hovering above you , his diamond necklace dangling in your face. "my pretty girl , you did so well." he pulled out of you. "so so well." he praised you , getting up to run you a bath. "come on , let's get all cleaned up."

he sat in the bubble bath , your back pressed against his chest , leaving little kisses on your wet shoulder blade. "how we take a trip , i'll take off work?" he said , massaging your shoulders , you laughed. "i have school." you said. "you can take a few days off , or bring your work with you , princess i don't care , i just want to be with you , alone somewhere on a island." you thought about it , smiling. "fine , let's go." he kissed the top of your head. "you can pick the place baby."

"thank you so much." he hummed.

"anything for my favorite girl."

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ellabehavior · 1 year

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Somethin’ new - Rafe Cameron.

Summary: You’re the new girl and everyone wants you, but no one stands a chance when Rafe lays his eyes on you.

Pairing: Rafe cameron x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is my first story on here so I hope y’all enjoy!

“Don’t worry! You look fine.” Sarah says to you as you fix up your makeup.

“Sar, Be for real! it’s my first day here at the island I need to make a good impression” You sigh rolling your eyes at the blonde girl.

“We’ve been friends for over 4 years, would I lie to you? I mean i’ve lived here all my life and i’m telling you now all the guys will come running after you!” Sarah shouts giggling.

You stare at the blonde when you turn around. You recently relocated to the outer banks after spending virtually your whole life in Seattle. Since your family spent a lot of time on vacation at the Outer Banks throughout the years, you and Sarah have known each other for a while, but you haven't seen her in a minute.

“What?” Sarah says as she stares back.

“Nothin… just nervous” you retort.

“What’d I just tell you! You look hot, now come on it’s getting late.” And with that Sarah grabbed your hand and you guys started walking to the party that was only down the street.

As soon as you guys arrive you see people playing beer pong, some sucking faces on the couches, and others walking up the stairs together.

‘How did i get myself into this situation’ you think.

“Hey! I’m going to get some drinks i’ll be right back ok?” Sarah wipes you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah that’s fine!!” You say unsurely, and with that Sarah walks away.

You don’t really know anybody else here so you walk around a little bit and it starts to feel like all eyes are on you.

Just as you’re about to sit down, “Hey!” you hear from a tall man standing above you.

“My name is Topper, I seen you and Sarah walk in together but I haven’t seen you around here, are you new?” He says with a slight grin

“Yeah I just moved here yesterday, Sarah has been helping me get settled in.” You say back with a smile as he starts combing his fingers through your hair.

“Hmm.. hope to see you around sweets.” he replies and walks away with a wink.

Just as you begin replaying the interaction in your mind, Sarah comes back with your drinks and takes you inside of the party.

“Anything happen yet?” She says while she throws her arm around you.

“Nope.. Not yet.” You lie as the events begin replaying in your head once again.

When you start to feel as though everyone is staring at you again as you did earlier, you start to look around and spot a hot blonde standing next to a girl with curly hair winking at you. God, it was going to be a long night.

As the night went on, more and more guys came up to you asking you a series of questions that usually went along the lines of “Are you new here?” and “Can I take you out later?” each ending in the same answer of “Im sorry, but no.”

That’s when the tall guy named Topper from earlier came back up to you, but this time drunker than he was before.

“Hey sweets, how have you been all night?” says Topper as he throws his hand around your waist.

“It’s been good” you say as you fake smile at him feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as Topper opens his mouth to say another word, another man comes up to you guys.

“Get the fuck off of her.” he shouts.

“What are you talking about dude don’t be a weirdo.” Topper says to the tall man in front of him.

“You heard me, I said she was mine earlier and to not mess with her, i’ve been dealing with guys all night tryna talk to her, and i don’t think you want to be one of them.” The man says as he gets all up in Toppers face looking like he’s ready to swing.

Topper puts his hands up in a ‘Chill dude’ type of way and walks away with a roll of his eyes.

“Sorry about that, my name is Rafe.” he says as he puts his hand out for you to shake

You smile and shake his hand back

“Hey Rafe, thanks for saving me.”

He laughs, “No problem, what’s mine is mine and nobody else gets to touch it.”

Your cheeks start to flush as a result of the man's recent comments. However, you are already familiar with this man; he is Sarah's brother. Everyone constantly says he's a player and not to trust him, but with a face like that, it doesn't seem like you’re about to obey the rules.

“Do you say this to all the girls you meet?” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Only when they’re as pretty as you.” he says back with a smirk and he brings his hand to the tip of your chin

“Yknow it’s not going to be that easy to get to me like everyone else.” You say matter-of-factly as your faces are getting closer and closer, thinking less and less about how you just met him two minutes ago.

“Hmm..that’ll be up to me to find out.” we’re the last words he breathed out as your faces connected.

You pull away slowly looking up to his eyes.

“What’d i tell you, I always get what i want.” he grins.

Jesus, you just met him and he was already going to be the death of you.

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lazywriters-blog · 1 year

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SISTER's SUPPORT 2

Summary: You have a story to tell about how you got pushed into a situation by your sister-in-law. Lying didn't get you anywhere.

Since you wanted a part two, here it is. With some sprinkled dark chocolate and layered spooky, I like these kinds of goofy dark scenarios- (not proofread)

You felt like a married couple consoling a raging teen who refused their favorite snack because of something you did. Even if you did, you had no idea of what you did wrong to deserve this, you barely know the twin brother and sister.

Maybe faking it till you make it home safe and sound was a good decision to keep in mind while you slowly and carefully sip your black tea, peering over to the twins who thought taking eyes off of you meant death.

You know they are not bad people, there are only good things you've heard about them in passing, adorable twin magicians with hats and tricks beloved because of it.

You didn't think the sister would have such a temper. Who in their right mind would come forth and throw accusations, unless her dear brother did admire you and you've gone and missed his magic show?

"No need to be coy, you don't need to lie about anything, we know much already. You like my brother too, don't you?"

You couldn't have responded quicker than lyney who gasped and hid his face behind his hand unsure if disappointment or embarrassment was right in his situation. '... Would you please stop embarrassing me and giving me heart attacks?"

"I'm sure he's a good gentleman and-"

"I asked, do you like him or not? Quit beating around the bushes and tell us the truth, that way my brother can rest easy and move on from his unhealthy fixation." She crossed her arms and glared, you are not sure if she's older than you yet.

"Oh... Uh." she's blunt, you were caught off guard, "Well, to be honest, I don't know him. You both are good magicians I've heard, I can't say if I like him or not if I haven't gotten to know him at all."

"Brother, tell her about yourself." She faced him, "You've been pining over a girl who doesn't even know you better than herself and you've been losing sleep over this?"

"Lynette, maybe spare me some dignity and let things happen naturally. Why do you have to rat me out like that?"

"Because I hate seeing you like this."

If you could get up and leave, you would without a second wasted. The twins were bickering while you contemplated your wisest words and phrases, sentences that were guaranteed to get you out of it with your ego intact.

"I said I've lost sleep because of that one failed trick I got wrong, and you were the one to butt in before I could make my move!"

"If I hadn't, this wouldn't be happening! You would be back to stalk-" Lyney quickly put his hand on her mouth and furrowed his eyebrows, as if to say 'Shut up she doesn't need to know that.'

But that expression eased off when he turned around to look you in the eye, "I'm sorry about this, my sister is a little fussy and all, you know..." he nervously smiled, had you not known better or seen it happen you would have believed they had nothing to hide.

"It's fine." What more could you say? They were guilty of dragging you here.

"I am sorry, I am, My sister usually doesn't pull off such stunts, it would be better for us to forget about this and move along." he laughed, but somehow it felt ominous to you, the way he steepled his hand and drop his elbow on the table, he didn't feel threatened anymore.

"Of course, why not," you answered.

"Splendid!" he raised his hands, giving you a tight smile with closed eyes. Giving it a few seconds, he waited for his sister to say something, elbowing her when she didn't.

Were you bonding with the twins? Not really.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but would you like to marry my brother? I'm sure he'll sleep better knowing you are his. He's not a bad guy."

If you weren't there, Lyney wouldn't have kept up his smile and made you see him in a good light, however, his smile still appeared strained.

These two were oddly funny siblings with a sudden tendency to expose each other.

"Lynette..." Lyney hummed in a low voice, and his sister did not even flinch, "Sorry bro."

"Was this conversation about marriage from the beginning? Why didn't you say so? I wouldn't have had to worry so much haha..." how were you supposed to get out of this?

Reacting positively could only get you so far.

"So? Do you approve of my brother? You guys should get married in two days." Nothing seemed to faze this girl.

You looked at Lyney, then Lynette and you weren't sure of what you were going to say anymore.

If you say no, you are certain his sister will tear you to shreds and make sure the rest of your days go on as badly as possible, even saying 'I'll think about it' ingrained the same scenario in your head.

It shouldn't be so bad to say yes, no?

"... Why not?"

Saying no meant more harm than good. Besides, you just wanted to get out of this situation as quietly as possible.

"Bro, you owe me one. When can I expect grandchildren?"

"You mean nephews..." lyney replied.

"Yeah, that."

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I Won't Lose You- ICLY 7.5

Warnings: Cheater POV, a lot of not nice things are said. Definitely something to think about if you are sensitive to that type of subject matter, cursing, some air of grand diosity,

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Characters: Chris, Seungmin

A/N: So a lot of people have been wondering what Chan has been thinking... Welp... You get what you wish for... even though it ain't pretty. I wanted to punch him writing it. This is after Chris gets banned from the hospital room. Since it is following him and not the reader, I decided to give it a different name, with the annotation being 7.5. Happy anger management people!

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BEFORE:

Han looked up at Bin, trying to will himself not to cry. The both of you are so sweet, so kind. He could see the weight on Bin’s shoulders, crushing him. He could see it in his head, Bin keeping everything bad from crashing on top of you, his arms outstretched, using his whole body as a shield. Han knew that if it meant keeping you safe, Bin would carry the world. That’s what separated Bin from Chris.

Both may be fond of you. Only one has ever put your safety over everything. Only one ever made you feel heard and seen. Only one ever made you laugh until you cried. Only one would take off work to take care of you when you’re sick. Only one made you understand that there is no priority above you. Only one would calm you with just a touch. Only one truly loves you with their heart and soul. That “only one” was in the bed with you right now.

Han watched, eventually just letting the tears fall as Bin held you saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, I’m sorry. I love you… I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me.”

That was the first time Changbin had ever let himself say it out loud, “I love you so much it hurts…I Can’t Lose You.”

NOW:

Chan’s POV:

I have never seen Y/N like that. A part of me wants to say that it was something that was a freak accident, that Soo and I were a freak accident. We weren’t. Y/N deserves to know that, to have it acknowledged. I want to scream that I regret it, that I want to take it all back, that I wanted to erase it all. That would be a lie.

You can’t regret something that you actually initiated. I don’t regret what I did. I wanted a release, I got a release. I wanted to feel exhilaration, I got it. What I am sorry for is getting caught. Of course I’d never say this out loud but, the truth is my marriage was a means to an end. She loves me, of course… and I love her… to an extent. I loved it when she would perk up when I came home, or be passed out on the couch, waiting for me to come home. In a lot of ways, Y/N is like a puppy. She would do all the tricks in the book to make me happy. If she was lucky, she’d get rewarded.

There is an even more fucked up part of me that is relieved that she knows. Sneaking around wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was making it look like I was with the boys when I wasn’t. Y/N is so close to the boys it was a pain in the ass, all it would’ve taken was one text and right there my cover would be blown. I know that I can come back from this, though. Soo never held a candle to my wife. I just told Soo whatever she wanted to hear. I made it worth it for her to do what she wanted… what we wanted, who am I kidding, I wanted it.

Everything is still so raw, she’s not really going to leave. I know she told me when we started dating, but I know that I can prove myself to her. She is the type to really believe that everyone is good inherently. It was something that I used to every advantage, if I’m honest. I’m obviously better than Changbin. I make more, I am more level headed… obviously… I am willing to do whatever I need to make sure I get what I want. How could she want anyone else? That’s like trading in a top of the line Ferrari for a beat up 1999 Taurus. Plus, she always gives people second chances. This is all one giant hiccup.

While the rest of the boys and I filed into the elevator, I heard her voice. She was so scared, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, it was so meek, fragile… weak. That’s really the only downside to her. She is weak. Her emotions get the better of her always. Given, what happened would make anyone go crazy, but at the end of the day, she can’t keep control over her emotions. She is the type of person to read a room and follow the tone of the room. She isn’t a trendsetter, a leader. The only reason why the boys are the way that they are is because she is hurt. Something about their “white knight” complexes. Honestly I could puke just thinking about it. While they were playing games, painting, or just practicing on vocal technique, I was ensuring their continued employment. That will never change about her though. She folds under pressure. Like a skeleton with no spine. Sometimes it was exhausting, others amusing; that’s the biggest tell as to her coming back. She has no spine without me. She needs me… just like everyone else.

Knowing the woman Y/N is I knew that for her to be this way, she had to hurt so badly. It ripped my heart out, seeing her finding comfort in another person, almost as much as knowing that I was the one to do all of it to her. It made me look so bad, to everyone. Hearing Changbin call out to Han that she was slipping, I’ve never heard a voice like that before. I’ve never heard screams like hers. I should’ve never tested her, calling our child “it”. She has been trying so hard, comforting me non-stop, that it’ll happen when it’s meant to happen, that she’ll be on top of it. To let me know in the cutest way. Nothing’s more cute than finding out on your third anniversary that your family is going to get bigger.

It hurt me saying that, calling them “it”, that was exactly why I knew it would get the job done. I needed to peel her away from Changbin without touching her, but it worked a little too well. Why was I punsihing her, punishing them? I think the answer to that is simple. I don’t want the attention on me. Which is counterintuitive, given my natural tendencies. Right now, in this moment, I don’t want to be acknowledged. The way that they see me right now threatens everything I worked for, and it looks like everyone chose their side to stand on. Me giving them more of a chance to hate me is only going to make my job down the road harder.

I think some of the boys could tell. I am royally pissed. I got caught, which for one is annoying, but for all of them to take her side? That was infuriating. I spent so long honing them, training them. I always protected them, supported them. It is infuriating to have people that you did everything for to just dismiss you. Why were’nt they comforting me? That child was mine too. Why am I not getting any condolences? Hell, when we had no money to eat, I wouldn’t eat just so the 8 could have something… anything. The days I went to bed starving, the nights I worked around the clock to give them the opportunities that they now take advantage of.

This is how they repay me? Screaming at me left and right, Changbin threatening to kill me, even Felix turned his back. I just fucked a side piece… I mean I know what that caused is on me. That I was responsible for what happened to our child. If I could feel like I was attached I am sure I would’ve been a wreck. Something that was mine being taken away does that to a person like me. One thing is for sure, I truly never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted to look bad, hurting her would do that, and so I made sure to tread lightly, my go to’s being, “I know Baby, I’m sorry,” and “What time is it? Shit Baby I’m so sorry.”

That didn’t stop me to wanting to have my own little thing. My own little secret. It was a different type of high that I didn’t know I craved… needed. It’s no doubt that Soo did feel better in bed. I could tell she knew what she was doing. Y/N had no experience before me and that did a wonder for my corruption kink, but after that… It was like pulling teeth. I had to teach her everything, so every time we we’d sleep together I had to act like I liked the fact that she’s so innocent. Which I do, but I also don’t want to have to have a health class every time I wanted to have sex. Soo wasn’t like that. She knew what she was doing. Hmmm… maybe I’ll clean up the house and finish what we started.

In the elevator, no one wanted to say anything. I didn’t want to say anything either, I didn’t want to make anything worse than it is. It’s a unique empty feeling. Y/N would look at me like I hung the moon itself. The feelings that she gave me, I was seen, heard, and loved. Constantly reassured. I can’t live without that validation. The minute I walked out of the elevator I didn’t even look back, all I said was “Take care of her. Do what I didn’t, she needs you. Call me if you need anything.” That made me feel a little better, giving them an order, felt like the last say in a way.

It was Seungmin’s voice that cut through, I heard him stop the elevator with is arm, “That was never a question, we’ve always taken care of her, don’t wait up. We all know you’re not used to being the one waiting for someone. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” My lip upticked at his comment. Mostly because I didn’t imagine Seungmin to have balls like that and another was that I didn’t have a rebuttal. I always have a rebuttal. He’s right though, I always kept her waiting, not the other way around. It always made me feel important, that she needed me to go to bed well, that she craved to feel me.Yet now I find myself willing to wait an eternity if it meant being able to hold her one more time, to have her cook for me, then to cuddle up and pass out together, all of that shit I see as a waste of time. To think I hate needing someone yet here I am, needing her.

I kept walking after I heard the elevator close. By the time I made it to the car I was trying my hardest not to collapse. My wife was in that hospital, fighting for her life, after I caused her to miscarry, a baby we have been wanting since our first anniversary. I am enraged. I’ve never felt so out of control and it’s driving me crazy. I am always in control. That is the only way that I function. It is something that I pride myself on. Now everything is out of place everyone stepped out of line. All I have to do is get them back in their rightful place… Then we can move on.

I’ve never imagined anyone else as the mother of my children, she is giving enough to focus on them while I work on my career. It’s always been Y/N. That thought was the one that made me slam my door a little too hard. She’s going to come back, she’ll be back. She will have my child, we will be happy… When everyone is in their place.

I tried to distract myself as I went home. It felt like an out of body experience, seeing myself in the rearview mirror, hating the person I saw, just for the sole fact of getting caught. It was such a rookie move. I should’ve known that there was something going on when everyone said they were out for the night. No matter how loud I made the radio, I heard noting but her screams. I wanted to blame someone, get the pain as far away from me as possible, trying to make me out to be the good one. I’m not. The only things I’m good at are music and acting. I could still see the little glances she’d give me, convincing herself that I am just busy. She is so trusting, it honestly baffles me. Just another sign that she’s weak.

I wanted to make it her fault. She shouldn’t be so naive. Seeing Soo disappearing at the same time I am? The way that I couldn’t really look her in the eye for most of last month? She should’ve told me sooner. Maybe if she did that our child would still be here. That’s not even including how I’ve had to keep Soo on a shorter leash than anyone, her face gives so much away. The first time she hung out with us I had to take her to another room and tell her to get it together because she almost started crying in front of Y/N. I know that people will say that’s not fair, What part about anything that I’ve done screamed ‘oh this is reasonable’? None. It’s been so long I’ve been doing this that I don’t even remember how all of this started. Ah I remember now.

I guess a year ago it started off with me venting to Soo. I didn’t know why we weren’t conceiving. We timed out the cycles, we did everything correctly, but still it wasn’t happening. If I told the boys I know I would look weaker for it and I didn’t want Y/N to be even more stressed about getting pregnant. Soo validated my feelings and told me that she was always there for me. That was the first mistake. I should’ve gone to Y/N. After a while it went from talking when I was aggravated to talking daily.

I looked forward to those calls so badly. It felt like a little interaction that was all mine. Making her laugh made me feel like when I used to get Y/N to laugh. The butterflies came soon after that, seeing that I got a form of attention I didn’t realize I was missing. About two months ago she told me that she was seeing me as “not just my friends husband”. That made my heart leap in my chest. I should’ve avoided her like the plague after that, I should’ve gone to my wife, but not only would that make her mad, it’d also make sneaking around harder. I did something worse.

“Good to know it’s not one sided.” I felt the words drip out of my mouth, even recounting it makes me a little excited. I turn onto my street and I heard Soo’s voice in my head, “Chris...” I knew it was wrong, I fucking knew it was, “I know. I know it’s wrong.” Then hearing her say, “What if she finds out?” with a giggle. “We’ll be discreet.”

We met up that night. I wanted to scrub myself head to toe, till my skin bled, making sure her scent was gone completely. It was so thrilling, so different, and I hated that I liked it. I liked it so much I knew I had to do it again, and soon too. Every time I came home Y/N was either passed out on the couch or in our bed. Notes left on the counter full of how much she loves me. I still remember the first one from that same night, “I know how forgetful you get in the studio, made extra of your favorite, it’s in the fridge, missed you-XOXO Y/N/N.” I looked at her form on the couch, clearly trying to stay up to see me. I ran to the bathroom to vomit, it made me anxious. I knew that I was playing with a downgraded version of my wife. If anything went wrong, I’d be left with the dollar store version of Y/N. For some reason that anxiety turned to exhiliration. The longer it went on for, the more comfortable I got of having my cake and eating it too.

She never did anything wrong. I asked for space, she gave me space. I asked for anything and she would do it in a heartbeat. She always wanted me happy and stress free. After a while I made it okay in my head by saying that she wants me to be happy and having both make me happy so it’s okay. I know better, I always knew better.

I always got up too early, that way I didn’t afford myself time to see the person that I love in one of my favorite ways to see her, happy and sleeping. The last few days I gave myself that. Feeling the guilt eat me alive, rightfully so. I felt guilty for putting all of this on the line, putting her on the line, not for her, but what losing her means to me. I’d practice my apology while she slept, “I’m so sorry, I love you.”

If it wasn’t for the boys being there, I could’ve had a better handle on her. I could’ve reiterated that practiced apology over and over. I could’ve kept the control I spent years making, which is really the most fucked up thing about all of this. I was in training for almost 10 fucking years, I finally get the perfect group of people who followed perfectly without question. Then Changbin goes ahead and goes soft for Y/N. She’s gorgeous, I know, she’s funny, and kind, but she was also making Bin step out of line a bit. Every time she was around, he would try to take point, try to be the center of attention. At first I thought that it was Bin trying to be cute. When he asked me how he could ask her out a few months after this started, I felt my stomach drop. She threatened everything I worked for. So I spewed some bullshit to make him question himself a bit more while I figured out what to do.

Some wouldn’t see this as a problem. I am not some. I only let my members have center because I permitted it. If I threw myself in the spotlight always, it would look off. So I made myself into the best, most supportive leader, the leader of the 4th generation, how can you get bigger than that? The perfect wife… Y/N. It was perfect, if I had her, not only would I have more control over Bin, but I’d also have the perfect little family one day. That was when I decided to ask her out after getting her separated enough from Bin. Which wasn’t too hard. There were some unseen snags but overall it was easy. Keeping her is going to be just as easy. When she’s healed. Then everyone will fall back in line.

I pull in to my driveway and go to the door. Once I opened up the door, Bins clothes covered in blood were there, taunting me. I walked further into the house, I looked on the mantle, the picture from our wedding hung there. I remember that day, that gorgeous day. I threw it away. That woman with the most infectious smiles, the woman who’d hold me so close during horror movies. I found myself grabbing that picture, I dragged my finger over her face. I heard her voice, “I love you”, and I collapsed on the floor, right next to the clothes, sobbing, clutching the photo. She was so perfect.

I got so mad at that point. I shouldn’t be crying, SHE ISN’T LEAVING ME. I can fix her just like I fixed everything else around me. My perfect wife, My perfect group, MINE.

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Innocent, Yet Dirty - Sam Winchester (18+)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: *Based off of Season 11 episode 12!* You're the youngest out of Jody's girls. What happens when the topic of sex comes across during dinner?

Warnings: Shy!Reader, Virgin!Reader, bullied, Un-Protected Sex, Awkward Sex Talk, Smut, Cussing, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,164

Being the youngest in the house wasn’t the greatest, but it did have its advantages. The good thing about it was you basically got everything and treated a queen. The bad thing was no one heard the youngest, no one thinks the youngest is the one capable of doing things. Being the baby of the family meant basically you were treated like one and that’s what people saw you as.

The bell rang loudly as you made your way towards your locker, putting in the combination. Once it clicked you opened the locker that was white inside and the shelf up top was silver. Plain. Everyone had pictures up with their family, animals or boyfriend/girlfriends kissing. You, you didn’t have many pictures of your parents since they were attacked by werewolves. You sighed softly only to jump when your locker door was slammed shut.

"Hey Y/N.“ Alex, the second oldest of the three smiled, her boyfriend Henry’s arm hanging over her shoulder, her close to him. "Are you going to the game tonight?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

You opened your mouth to speak but someone was already speaking for you. “Alex, babe. It’s Y/N you know she doesn’t go out.” Henry chuckled deeply.

"Henry.“ She snapped a bit, elbowing his side for his rudeness. "Well, I’ll see you in the car.” Alex smiled softly towards you and walked out with Henry, you did not like that boy ever since you laid your eyes on him. A group of jocks with leather men jackets on, obviously friends with Henry, walked by laughing. One roughly slammed his hand on your books making them drop to the ground, papers flying out of them from classes earlier today.

As you gathered up all the papers and books you shoved them in your book bag, zipping it up and making your way outside to see Henry kissing Alex good-bye. You make your way past them to Jody’s work vehicle. “Y/N, wait.” You heard a voice before opening up the car. “Hey, I’m really sorry about Henry and his friends. I know that they can be assholes at time.” Alex explained in a soft tone, not wanting Jody to hear.

Your eyes flashed to the side mirror to see Jody looking at the two of you, trying to see what was going on. “Uh yeah.” Flashing a fake convincing smile towards your adopted sister. “It’s fine.” Lie, you weren’t fine with it. You just wish high school would be over.

"Great!“ She announced and got into the driver seat as you got into the back. The drive home was awkward and silent, as Jody pulled up in the driveway a black impala was parked there, you recognized that car anywhere. The Winchester boys were here. You couldn’t help but let a blush creep up upon your cheeks at the thought of Sam Winchester appearing in your mind. You haven’t seen him in a few years after the case. He and his brother worked to help you out.

You knew who could then, Claire. “Can you guys help me with the groceries?” Asked Jody as she parked the car, you climbed out and grabbed a few bags for dinner tonight and a few other nights later on this week. Jody walked in first to see two men standing in the living room, Dean the short one with a jawline that could cut diamonds and Sam the tall one with puppy dog eyes and build like a rock. You passed everyone to put the bags on the counter top so Jody could go through it and put things away.

"You remember Y/N, don'tcha?“ Jody asked as she pulled away from the hug she shared with Dean.

"Of course I remember little Y/N. How couldn’t we?” Dean chuckled out, flashing a smile towards her way.

"Hey Y/N, long time no see.“ Sam said, approaching you with his arms out wide expecting a hug. Your heart raced as the tall male wanted a hug from you. You quickly dodge the hug and rush up the stairs to your room. Sam frowned a bit and looked towards Jody to see if he did anything wrong, Dean also looked at Jody for an explanation.

"She’s just a shy girl.” Jody tried to laugh it off, not knowing what your deal was.

"Yeah, when it comes to contact with men.“ Claire teased out and stood up from the sofa, clapping her hands and rubbing them together. "Now, let's talk about that case.”

A few hours passed as you were sitting at your desk in your bedroom, writing down notes and reading in your History book about the Civil War. Sighing heavily as you rubbed your eyes as they grew heavier and heavier as you scanned the words on the paper. “Y/N, dinner is done!” You heard Claire shout out up the stairs. You placed your history notebook into the book and shut it so you wouldn’t lose the page you were at. You walked down the stairs to see two more people joining for dinner.

You slowly shuffled towards the only seat that was opened, at the end of the table by Claire and Dean. Forks clinked against plates as silence filled the room, you, Claire and Alex looked at the two Winchesters as they tore into the food like they haven’t eaten in days. Sam ate the food off of his fork, tilting his head back as his eyes were closed like he was in pure bliss. “Hmm.” Dean was the one who broke the silence. “This bird is fantastic.” He basically moaned out from the taste of the dinner. “Just mix it up with the potatoes and- and the peas.” He looked at the four girls. “You guys eat like this everyday?” He questioned swallowing the rest of the food in his mouth.

“It’s just chicken.” Jody shrugged, like it was nothing but the boys were making something out of it.

“It’s shaped like chicken, not on a patty or- or a nugget.” Sam explained. You couldn’t believe that the boys never had a meal like this; they only ate at fast food or a cheap gas station.

Claire rolled her eyes not wanting to talk about this, “Can we just please talk about the case?” She questioned making Sam stop talking but Dean was still digging into his food, ripping a bread roll apart and shoving it in his mouth. As they talked about the case you couldn’t help but watch Sam. The way he licked off the chicken juice from his fingers, licking his lips every time he took a sip from his wine and how he sat up straight in his chair, broad shoulders up and forearms resting on the table.

“Yeah okay let’s talk about real life.” Claire scoffed with a smirk, you looked over at her. You knew that smirk anywhere, she was going to make a point and a damn good one. You pushed your mashed potatoes around with your silver fork. You brought up the fork to your mouth and ate the mash potatoes. “You and Henry pick a weekend yet?” She questioned making Alex arch an eyebrow and questioned ‘What?’ to Claire. “When you and Henry go to Jody’s cabin and screw yourself silly.” Claire announced to the whole table.

Alex’s eyes widened and went red in the face. “Oh, here we go.” Dean said, putting his fork down and adjusting in his seat getting ready for what was about to go down. Sam patted on his chest like he almost choked on his food.

“This uh, seems like a family business.” Sam swallowed thickly about the situation, he scooted his chair out but stopped when Jody slammed her hand down on the table.

“Sit, stay.” Jody demanded. You looked over at Claire who was snickering about the thing. “Alex, anything you wanna say?” She questioned which Alex soon declined and slurped on her water. Dean was looking at Alex who was clearly lying and Sam was looking at his food. “Well hey, if we can’t talk about it we shouldn’t be doing it, right?” Jody asked and looked over at Sam and Dean.

“Wha?” Dean questioned, swallowing a mouthful of food and Sam giving his best confused puppy dog face.

Jody inhaled and sighed out. “Okay, I’m not going to tell you that you’re too young to be having sex. Nor you,” Jody pointed at Alex. “Or you.” She pointed at you, you almost coughed up your water.

“Psh who is she going to have sex with? She doesn’t talk to anybody.” Alex snapped towards Claire, Claire rolled her eyes at the comment.

“Wrong person there. It’s Y/N, she’s the one who’s socially awkward. She wouldn’t even give Sam a hug.” You looked up to see everyone looking over at you. Your eyes darted towards Sam who cleared his throat and looked down. You could feel your face heating up and quickly stood up and walked out of the dinning room and rushed towards your room, slamming the door shut.

“Really? Did you really have to say that?” Jody asked in a pissy voice, Claire shrugged slightly and took a sip of her water.

“This is fun.” Dean said as Jody walked out to get more potatoes. Claire laughed a bit sarcastically and nodded.

Throughout the night you tossed and turned, panting softly. The blanket became a furnace wrapped around your body, you kicked it off only to roll over and groan in your sleep.

Your dream contained Sam's lips against your neck, hands ghosting over your body, teasingly. Moans and groans echoing in the distance. You quickly woke up in a cold sweat, the last thing you could remember from your dream was his hazel green eyes staring down at you while he thrust inside of you. You froze once you moved around a bit, there was an aching in between your thighs.

"Y/N, time for school.“ Jody knocked and opened the door making you pull the blankets closer to yourself. She frowned, noticing something was wrong. She walked over and put her cool hand against your forehead. "Oh sweetheart, you’re burning up. Stay home today and rest. I’ll be at the station, text me if you need anything.” She smiled softly and walked out, closing the door.

You sighed out softly, you weren’t sick you knew that for sure. That damn wet dream you had of the youngest Winchester must have had you so hot and bothered that your own body temperature raised, making Jody think you were sick. You got up a half an hour later and took a cold shower trying to calm yourself down. Once you got out you dried off and put on something comfortable. You walked down the creaky steps and to the kitchen.

As you looked in the fridge you could still imagine Sam’s hazel green eyes from your dream. Squirming slightly you quickly shut the door to the fridge and squeezed your thighs together, trying to gain friction to help with the feeling.

You chewed on the bottom of your lip remembering when your sex ed teacher said about this. The only thing to really do is what’s called masturbation… well if nobody was around. You let out a shaky breath and walked up towards your room, the stairs seemed much taller than usual. Once you reached the top you looked down the stairs to see the front door, no one. You walked towards your room shutting the door, looking out the window, no impala nor the sheriff's car. You closed your curtains and slowly stripped out of the clothes that made your body feel like 100 degrees.

You pulled the blankets back and laid down on the cool sheets, goosebumps erupted throughout your body as the air in the room seemed thicker than usual. Your hands slowly slid down the side of your body, going towards your core. You sucked in a break as your fingertip brushed up against your sensitive clit, you let out a whimper in the silent room. “S- Sam.” You blushed at the foreign sound, you didn’t even mean to moan out his name during this but he was all you can think of.

Your fingertips slowly grazed against your entrance, another soft moan left your lips as you exhaled a sigh. The foreign feeling in between your legs made you shiver, the soft touch of your fingers pressed against your throbbing clit. “Sam, fuck.” You moaned a bit louder than before.

Your lower stomach clenched as you teased your clit, thinking about the youngest Winchester brother, Sam. His sweet smile flooded your brain along with his body. You shivered once more thinking about what was in pants, he was a tall man so it wouldn’t surprise you if he was packing a lot.

Another hot wave hit your body, making you shiver as your pussy became even more wetter. Exhaling a shaky breath you slowly pushed your index and middle finger in between your aching lips. Swallowing thickly you placed the tips of your finger inside of you, your eyes shutting at the bliss of slowly being filled. “S- Sam, oh god, yes.” You moaned.

Before you could even push your fingers further inside of you, you heard your name being called out. “Y/N?” The person walked closer to the room. Your eyes darted towards the door as it started to open, they walked in as you quickly pulled the blanket over your naked body.

"G- Get out!“ You cried out, Sam’s eyes widen as he had a full view of everything,

"I- I’m, I’m so sorry.” He said a bit too quickly, not moving from his spot. You couldn’t look at him, too embarrassed to even say anything but you knew he was there, still looking at you.

“What are you doing?” Sam’s voice sounded deeper than usual.

You slowly turned your head, looking at Sam who was leaning against your door frame now. “W- What?” Your voice shook when you spoke. You must have been imagining this. Imagining that his voice was deeper and rougher, imaging that he was asking you what you were doing. Imagining that he had a raging hard on.

Your eyes widened to see the large tent of his pants in between his legs. Your eyes shot back up to Sam’s face who was smirking towards you. “I asked you ‘what are you doing’?” Sam pushed himself off of the door frame.

“I- I’m- I’m…” You couldn’t get your words out as you held the blanket closer to your naked body, your pussy still getting wet at the sight of Sam’s eyes roaming your body.

“Well, it looks like to me you’re playing hooky from school just to rub one out, yeah?” Sam walked inside of your bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him. “And you’re thinking of me while doing so.” You stayed silent as Sam approached you. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

You slowly nodded your head ‘yes.’ “Use your words, baby.”

“Y- Yes, I was thinking of you.” Your voice is small and soft when you speak.

“And here you have everyone fooled thinking that you’re some sweet innocent girl.” Sam clicked his tongue. “You know, from last night's conversation I couldn’t help but put two and two together. You’re a virgin?” He asked.

“Yes, I am.” You looked away, embarrassed but a blush upon your cheeks.

“And here you are touching that sweet little pussy, thinking of me and moaning my name.” Sam gripped himself, rubbing his cock as he let out a moan. “Does it feel good?”

“Felt so good.” You let out a soft whine as Sam toyed with you, you clenched your thighs together once more.

“Show me, show me how good it makes you feel.” Sam grabbed the end of the blanket and ripped it off of you, showing off your body. The cool air danced along your feverish skin, breaking out in goosebumps while your nipples became hard. “Show me how you touched yourself, baby.” Sam stood at the end of your bed, leaning against your dresser, still rubbing himself.

Swallowing, you licked your lips and laid back against your pillows once more, spreading your legs more to give Sam a better view. “Fuck, you’re so wet and all from thinking about me?” Sam admired your pussy from afar, his eyes becoming darker. “Show me.” Sam reminded you what to do.

Your fingers trailed down your stomach and in between your legs. You sucked in a breath once the tip of your fingers connected with your clit, shivering you circled your fingers around it, toying with yourself. “Good girl.” Sam moaned, never looking away.

“S- Sam.” You withered out a moan.

“I’m right here baby.”

Feeling juices collect and leak down onto the bed sheets you knew you were ready to take your fingers. Sliding your fingers closer towards your entrance, you were about to enter them inside of you until Sam spoke. “Stop.”

Stopping your movements you watched as Sam approached the foot of the bed. “You’ve never touched yourself have you?”

“This- This is my first time.” You panted, trying to collect your breath.

“I want to taste you, I want my tongue to be the first thing ever to be inside this pussy.” Sam climbed onto the bed, nuzzling himself in between your legs. “This is if you’ll have me?”

“Please, please Sam be the first.” You begged.

Sam smiled up at you, his green eyes never leaving yours as the tip of his tongue slowly swirled against your clit. You gasped loudly as his hot breath was upon you. “Shit.” You whined. Sam engulfed his mouth on your clit, slowly suckingly softly. “Fuck.” You cursed again, arching your back at the feeling.

Sam moaned, sending vibrations up your spine. He slowly pulled away, pushing your lips apart he hummed and dove back inside, lapping his tongue away on your pussy. You squealed as he pushed his tongue inside your tight walls, stretching them. “S- Sam.” You tried to warn him about your stomach clenching and your head feeling light.

Sam kept going, flicking his tongue in and out of you as he fucked you with it, climbing to a faster pace than before. Your breathing got heavier as you rolled your hips against his face. “S- Sam.” You moaned once more, Sam moaned with you as he rutted his hips against the mattress. “Fuck- wait, n- no wait!” You cried out, you tried to push him off but he wasn’t letting go. Something snapped inside of you as your first orgasm washed over your body.

You were screaming in pleasure, bucking your hips against Sam as he kept lapping at the cream you were giving him. Once he knew you were finished, he pulled away. “What- What was that?”

“You just came on my tongue.” Sam chuckled, licking his lips and collecting the rest of your juices on his face. “You want to do it on my dick?” Sam was now on his knees, rubbing himself through his pants.

“Y- Yes.” You panted, watching Sam get off the bed he pulled his shirt off, tossing it somewhere you admired his Anti-Possession symbol on his chest. Sam’s fingers danced along his belt, taking it off he pushed his jeans down along with his boxers. Sam’s thick cock bounced upwards slightly, hitting his lower toned stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of his raging cock, leaking pre-come and begging to be stroked.

“Is it going to hurt?” You asked, still not taking your eyes off of Sam’s cock.

“Just a little baby, but I got you.” Sam crawled back on the bed, towering over you. Sam grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed his cock head against your slick folds, watching you come undone and shiver against him

"Sensitive little thing, aren'tcha?” He purred deeply as he slowly pushed the tip of his head in making you hiss slightly.

"S- Sam.” You whined as his large tip stretched you.

“Shh, I’m right here baby. So tight around me and I’m barely even in you.” Sam looked down as your pussy slowly swallowed him. “That’s a good girl, taking this fat cock.” Sam moaned as he pushed himself inside of you.

You gripped onto his biceps, digging your nails into his flesh as the slight burning sensation washed over you as his thickness stretched your walls wider. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes but you quickly blinked them away. “Shit- you’re big.” You cried out.

“Almost there baby, it’s going to feel so fucking good when I start pumping inside of you.” Sam’s voice gruffed out as he was struggling to keep the movement slow as he pushed himself inside of you. Sam sighed out loudly, blissfully as he was now balls deep in you. “Fuck! Wrapped so snug around me.” It was Sam’s turn to whimper. “About to make me come.” He teased.

You moaned softly at the sound of that, the thought of your cunt being so tight that it made Sam come undone upon entering you. “Pl- Please, move. I need to feel you.” You whimpered out, gripping his shoulder and clawing at his skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the pain slowly fading which felt like forever which turned into pleasure.

Sam slowly started to grind his hips against you, rocking back and forth as he pushed in and out, low moans erupting from both of you as he started to settle a pace. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” Sam moaned, looking down to see his cock glistening wet each time he pulled out of you. Sam pulled out all the way out and slammed back into you a bit too roughly. You let out a loud cry that could be heard throughout the house. “Shit baby, I’m sorry.” He apologized and stopped his movements.

"N- No Sam, please. Again, again, again!“ You begged out loudly, he looked down at you smiling softly. He pulled out and pushed roughly back in moaning softly. "Fuck, yes right there.” You moaned.

Sam started to quickly pump his hips, in and out, in and out. “Fuck baby, you’re going to make me come.” Sam grunted out, you arched your back into him as his cock twitched in you.

"M- Me too, I’m going to come. Fuck, Sammy I’m going to come!” You sobbed, "Sammy, please let me come!” You screamed out his name. His hips roughly slamming into you, skin slapping against skin, the most sinful sounds echoing throughout the room, bouncing off the walls.

You clawed down his back, gripping it tightly as he grunted, the bed rocking with a creak of every thrust. “Shit, fucking going to come.” Sam growled, your walls clenching around his hard cock making it harder for him to thrust.

"Shit, Sam!“ You cried out as you were squirting all on his cock, Sam also moaned out, the tight feeling of your pussy clenching around him had him on the edge. He quickly pulled his cock out, his hand wrapped around his cock, covering in your juices made it easier for him to quickly jerk himself off. He moaned loudly as ropes of come squirted on your lower stomach. “Fuck, yes, fuck, Y/N.” Sam tilted his head back moaning, his hips rutting against his touch. You panted out softly as you were coming down from your high, admiring the mess Sam made all over your body.

Sam hummed and growled lowly as he milked himself. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at you as you smiled up at him. He broke out a smile as well, leaning down and kissed your lips softly. Sam reached for his shirt and cleaned the mess off of you. Tossing the shirt somewhere on the floor he pulled your naked form close to him.

“I’m glad you took a day off from school.” Sam chuckled, you laid your head on his chest listening to his heart beat.

"Hmm, me too.“ You hummed out and slowly fell asleep.

A few days passed, you blushed as Sam hugged you a good-bye. "I put my number in your phone, text or call whenever you need me.” He whispered during the hug.

You nodded as you pulled away from the tall male and waved good-bye as the two boys climbed into the 1967 ChevyImpala and drove off. “So, I was doing laundry last night.” Jody mentioned. “I couldn’t help but notice a stain on your sheets.”

A blush crept upon your face once again as sex talk was coming. “Did Sam wrap it?” Jody questioned.

"Oh my gosh, Jody.“ You squeaked out only to stop talking.

“Y/N, we do not need a little Winchester running around here.” Jody dug into her pocket and tossed you a small foil package. “For next time.” She winked.

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don't call me again — [00z — 엔시티. ]

i.e one of isa's random nct wips conceived with no real thought | now playing ꕤ

it's just the slightest bit claustrophobic in here.

well actually it isn't; you're lying to yourself to try to feel better about your circumstances. the air of the room shoves against you, crawling up your chest and seizing your throat in an unyielding grip. you might die from just the squeezing sensation of the room as a whole, even if there isn't even a crowd around you.

"yooooo y/n!" you snap out midway through your daze, the clawing hand formerly clutching your throat now sliding downward, completely disappearing. "dude! i can't believe you made it!"

a strained smile is all you offer, a small squeak leaving your lips as mark pulls you into an abrupt embrace, practically crushing your ribs with his vice grip. "traffic was shitty, but i kept my promise".

mark finally lets go of you, his crushing grip still painting your shoulders even after his hands remove themselves from your shoulders. "good for you, dude! jaem almost thought you wouldn't show".

you pause. jaemin is here. of course jaemin is here. you really are an idiot.

maybe you can make up an excuse. you have a family thing going on! no, too obvious, you can't lie on your mother's behalf without feeling bile crawl up your throat. your cat is sick? you could never lie about something like that. maybe you should just do a fake out and pretend that you're about to vomit—

"yooooo y/n is that you? it's been forever man!"

johnny suh has clearly had one too many drinks, but it's nothing you haven't seen before. the taller is quick to snort at the expression on your face, poking your cheek. you only offer a small wave, not exactly trusting your voice at the current moment. "how's life been treating you?"

you respond with a small shrug as he throws an arm around your shoulder, being nudged forward by the planned movement. you almost want to stop and slip from his grip, but you retain such urges. "semi well".

"semi?"

"i consider me being alive to be an indication of that.." you mutter with pure indignation in your tone, but you assume the alcohol has rendered johnny clueless towards the conveyance you attempt to make clear. his corresponding chuckle makes it clear to you that he thought you were joking, so you refrain from explaining yourself further.

"maybe you should lay low on all that studying! medical school probably hurts someone's brain!"

"it's fine i've learned how to handle it" you place a theatric smile on your lips as you catch a standard look of worry from mark in your peripheral vision.

"hey! tonight you have a break so just.." johnny trails off and you grunt, pushed onto the soft cushions of a couch. "relax".

"y/n has never really been good at doing that".

well speak of the devil, na jaemin nestles himself right beside you, satisfactory smile playing on his lips as he sees your momentary look of irritation. you ruffle your own hair and suck a breath between your teeth, it shouldn't be such a problem to face him now. "hi jaemin".

"it's been almost two years! didn't you miss me?"

in your fucking dreams, would be your usual response if you had no composure and didn't care about causing a scene, but for the sake of your own peace, you let the words die down in your throat. "was too wrapped up in surgery to even really think about it.."

a small scowl is almost let out, but jaemin instead smiles, hand gracing your shoulder in a gentle enough fashion it isn't suspicious. "well you're here now, i heard jeno missed you dearly".

yeah he told me that you idiot.

again, you bite your tongue.

"assuming he didn't tell you.."

jaemin lets out a laugh so performed he may as well open curtains to reveal your on a stage, he pinches the connection between your shoulder and neck, yet another performative smile gracing his features. "you are so funny!"

he might murder you tonight,

assuming you don't get to him first, of course.

the one thing people always forget to mention about reunions is that you cannot have any privacy, no matter how many times you pretend you have to use the bathroom.

you haven't even drank any of the stuff they have lying around, yet you feel as if you're one poke away from puking your guts out on the floor. it would be a funny feat to imagine if it wasn't a result of your very clear anxiety.

"hey how come you haven't had a drink yet?"

the inquiry is posed out of the purity of guanheng's heart. god bless him, even if he is oblivious to most situations. the shake of your head is so erratic your afraid you'll snap your own neck in the process. "i'm driving myself home, can't drink".

the sigh he releases in response is full of disappointment. "that fucking sucks! you bury yourself in all this work and can't even get drunk?"

you decide shrugging is the best course response. "i don't even really want to drink anyway".

you are on a roll with these lies! no you are not sweating! or panicking! or can slowly feel your stomach twisting in very clear anxiety! your lips press into a thin line, a small hum being your next action.

"y/n! y/n!"

now here comes your worst nightmare personified.

that can't even be said with assurance, because liu yangyang's lips stretch up into a euphoric smile. he's happy to see you, and in a sense, you are too, you're also just the slightest bit terrified. "hi yangyang".

he narrows his eyes, as if looking through you, but his smile returns to it's usual manner in a split second. absolutely no animosity behind it at all.

so you're going crazy! alright! that's amazing!

he doesn't say anything more, instead grabs onto you and pulls you into yet another bone crushing hug (that has to be the theme with everyone here), but instead of the usual fear you thought you'd fear when one of them hugged you, you feel warmth, much more than you anticipated.

maybe all isn't that bad, yangyang is still one squeeze away from choking you to death but does that really matter when the hug is like sleeping on the worlds softest pillow?

"i missed you".

you almost miss the hint of irritation that laces his tone, just a small eye twitch being your indication that no, it all is that bad. god maybe you should've said a family thing came up, it'd be easier to deal with a scolding from your mother than this.

"i missed you too" you clear your throat as you mutter the phrase, just barely able to keep your composure as you watch him smile again, eyes closing in a manner that clearly displays his displeasure.

"jaemin told me you were feeling better compared to what happened last year".

you smile so hard you swear you're going to begin bleeding. "i didn't talk to jaemin last year".

yangyang feigns surprise at the revelation. he knows exactly what he's talking about. liar. he then pretends to think it over, snapping his fingers. "oh no! injunie told me!"

your smile quickly fades. renjun. he might be your only saving grace in this mess, considering you don't run into the other two first. you might puke right now. "renjun, right".

"he said he's been dying to see you, maybe you should go find him".

maybe. what a jerk. it's like he can sense your anxiety with the way he squeezes your hand. (though if there's a heat that spreads across your cheeks, you'd rather not admit that).

"well actually—"

"hey! let's go look for him together!" yangyang doesn't allow for you to finish, a small tug of your hand rendering you speechless. you mutter unintelligible curses under your breath as you again feel a squeeze against your hand, his warm fingers clashing against your cold ones.

together. how fun. you manage to keep up smiles as you greet your other friends, friends who had many questions, but didn't exactly ask. maybe you should've declined mark's offer, it would've been better to rot in your apartment compared to facing this.

"do you know where he is?"

"i'm just guessing".

you hate that it does, but the words earn a small smile from you.

sometimes you forget, even after all of this, their still your friends. friends just get weird on occasions, friends just.. have disagreements on occasions, this is on par for frien—

"well what do we have going on here?"

you grit your teeth as soon as you hear the voice, and a small chuckle reverberates from your other.. friend. "y/n! it's been a while!"

you're just barely able to place a smile on your face, glancing at, again.. your worst nightmare in human form. lee donghyuck only stifles a small giggle at the expression which graces your features, his arms crossed above his chest, grin full of teeth. "yeah.. hi hyu— donghyuck".

you catch yourself just in time, and donghyuck bites his tongue, insult heavy on his mind. he again presents a smile, finger beginning to map out the side of your face in a slow motion. "almost two years! it's nice to see you haven't changed".

what a bitch.

you manage to refrain such thoughts from escaping your lips, the last thing you need to do is start a fight with the one person you've already shared fists with. "were looking for renjun".

"oh! a search? can i join you two?" his hands clasp behind his back, smile seemingly permanent.

you almost open your mouth to respond, but you clamp it shut, so yangyang takes the liberty of responding. "sure!"

oh curse you for being so you yangyang.

donghyuck hums happily, seizing your other free hand as he intertwined your fingers. you freeze, shoulders tensing, now stuck between the two people you were not currently feeling fond of at the moment. donghyuck's hands are rough, sometimes you feel as if he forgets about lotion, but yangyang's are soft, uncharacteristically so.

you again feel bile begin crawling up your throat, anxiety practically written in bold letters across your forehead as you again mutter greetings to your friends who haven't seen you in a while, all completely oblivious to the inner turmoil you faced.

you almost feel your eyes begin watering, but donghyuck decides to cut in.

"how's surgery going?"

you have half a mind to punch him in the face, oh fuck him.

"it's fine.. i've gotten used to seeing people's brains".

donghyuck's lips turn up.

"ohhhh, surgery is what you're doing! seems like a very you thing".

"right? even with how queasy he gets".

you manage to hold in your glare, rolling your eyes. donghyuck again squeezes your hand, nudging your shoulder. "it's been a while, should i give you my new number?"

you again feel bile crawling up your throat. "no it's fine i'll just get it from��"

"don't be silly! let me give it to you!"

donghyuck stops, keeping a vice grip on your hand as he puts his number into your phone. you aren't going to text him, even if his glares ask you to.

you wiggle your way away from him, quickly taking your phone with you. "that's nice! you know i just remembered i have a.. thing! a thing going on!"

smooth going, y/n.

"a thing?"

you nod so rapidly it makes yangyang step back. "yeah i have a.. something else to d—"

lord maybe you should watch where you're going, because you bump into someone as you walk backward the other way. just your fucking luck.

"woah, at least don't trip y/n".

and at this point, should you even be surprised by whose standing behind you?

staring your ex kissing buddy face to face would be nice if huang renjun wasn't also behind him, waving gleefully at the sight of you. if this were any other time, almost fainting at the sight of lee jeno would be amusing, but you fear you might genuinely pass out any time now.

"you alright y/n?"

you force another smile. "of course, i'm great!"

you are not great, you might actually die any moment now.

you really shouldn't have accepted mark's stupid invite.

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct u #huang renjun #lee jeno #lee donghyuck #na jaemin #liu yangyang #nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 x male reader #nct dream x male reader #wayv x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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11queensupreme11 · 13 days

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“Brother,” Poseidon turned to him, and gods—Hades couldn’t believe this—his eyes were still glittering. “I… must thank you.” “...Thank me?” He barely uttered out. He nodded. “Yes. When Percilla was born, I initially wanted nothing to do with her, but I knew I had no choice but to raise her. I fathered her heartlessly, but it was you who stuck around and made sure I cared for her well. You protected her from my rage and you taught me that I needed to act as a proper father for her and love her as my daughter. If it wasn’t for your insistence—as annoying as it was—I might not have given Percy a chance. I would not have realized how wonderful of a child she is, and how lucky I am that the bifrost has blessed me with her.” This was probably the most words he had ever heard his usually apathetic brother ever speak in one go and all Hades could feel was despair. Poseidon was in love for the first time ever and while Hades would’ve happily celebrated this never-before-seen occasion, he had to fall in love with Percy of all people—the very girl Hades wished to marry. And now he couldn’t.

*CLOWN MUSIC*

Sorry, I'm re-reading cause I miss a few (a lot) updates, and, when I read this…

Gold comedy, clown-to-clown conversation.

(I'm about to excuse my behavior, but I'm letting everything in one ask, so if it's dirty, well, I'm the kind of lector you were (hopefully) waiting and here we don't kink shame)

Anyway, cause I'm a basic bitch, I'm going to do my usual review, no new memories here.

Chapter 33

I'm going to say, that Percy being trained to accept Poseidon's love is hot from you, I can see her falling to control herself (that said, can we applaud her control? My girl, that man is GORGEOUS and he's almost in his knees (to lick) trying to convince you to ride that)

(uncontrolled laugh Poseidon's balls are a particularly pretty shadow of blue) (Please have mercy queen. To him or us, I'm not made for a slow burn, I like things fast, and I have 0 patience and less auto control)

(Do you think Annubis can smell Aphrodite is near cause she always smells like rough sex? almost like an orgy-) (That tongue tho, some of your ask are DIRTY queen)

“Talk!” She demanded. “I’m in love with you,” he slurred.

Is their equivalent to: "Come out!" "I'm gay"

Loki being into choking is so him, I love him, my favorite nasty boy, he's so desperate someone needs to give him the talk about self-control

(Percy anytime she meets a god: Damn, that is some abs. My girl, how would you deal with normal bodies after being exposed to them? One night sleeping in Poseidon's tits and I'd never be the same)

Me, looking as Loki protects Percy: ✨Progress✨

No matter if it went to the burning trash with Percy's cruel comment, it's a yandere history, I am always ready to see her building her misery (saying that, I love her and wish her happiness)

Hades being miserable is something I need to think about, why him being in love with Percy is worse in my mind? It almost felt like a lie when he protected her when she arrived ROR, worse than Poseidon was open about his intentions, and never faked his desires...

Love to see him destroying this almost peace, drama is the rule here, after all.

Chapter34

Beelzebub and Loki, fighting over Percy like dramatic teenagers:

Did you just make Hades kidnap Percy?

Why I'm surprised, is canon Hades' behavior.

(Poseidon, why the fuck didn't you put a GPS in her? She needs it)

QUEEN

THE FUCK?

THAT IS A CHAPTER

PLEASE SAVE HER

(Trio with Loki and Beelzebub? 🥹)

And you dare to be surprised about why I'm a full supporter of them.

They may not have morals, no mental stability, no auto control, toxic as Chernobyl, be the worse or the worse, have 0 consideration about Percy's desires, be the ones to most hurt her, manipulate her and everyone around them, and...

Anyway, you know what more are they?

Loyal motherfuckers (when Percy is pregnant lol)

No doubt, they would fight the gods and their ridiculous superpowers for her.

Love them, with this, they'd need to torture Percy to me into letting them go.

I have my pink heart-shaped glasses stuck to my face.

(I'm so afraid, please don't make me a clown here queen)

Chapter 35

If I die, Percy better grieve for me for the rest of her life! Loki thought as he was about to launch another attack, but then—

My boy, I would cry for you, I love you, and I don't care you lost her my baby, I'm your defender, your shield, your weapon against your haters, I have no shame, fight me in the mud-

Anyway, Percy should thank Annubis riding him, just saying

(I'm forcing the memory of human meat out of my brain. I'm a hannigram fan too)

Percy getting in her attic wife era, is so nice! Scape is part of the experience ❤️❤️❤️

(Knotting, belly bulge, heat, and omega/alpha dynamic? all of that for us? 🥹 finally someone who knows Annubi's real potential)

Imagine Annubis cutting his claws cause it hurts Percy and then after the sex Percy has enough bite marks to be mixed with a chewing toy.

No going to lie, Anubis is my kind of yandere favorite, the one that makes you feel safe until it hits you that he's dangerous. Bright smile and toxic thoughts ❤️

Chapter 36

Cú Chulainn? *looks at his photos* who´s that cutie and who dares to hide him from me?

Hades really looks at his siblings as kids and Poseidon is a baby throwing tantrums. Meanwhile, I consider that he's the worse, seeing how he stole Percy cause he was horny.

Who am I to judge?

On the other side, Anubis casually rizzing up Percy, showing how good a father he is, enjoying Hade's work to make her stay in hell and Loki's cape to hide her...

Know what? That'd work for me, give me some of that dream family life, I'd stay

Kebechet calling her mom: ❤️😘

Percy, that's a literal child, younger even than her clothes: This is okay, I guess? at least it's no incest for once

Chapter 37

Omg, I love Percy so much, she's so stupid.

What do you mean that you're staying with an (I hope) single father, his daughter, sleeping with them, using the clothes he gives you, the (no really) child calls you mom, the father picks you all the time, you're cooking for them and doing everything you see in family movies and you don't see anything wrong?

YOU'RE MAKING A BIRTHDAY CAKE PERCY, YOU'RE MOM

Her face flushed in embarrassment. “Can you please just…?” She motioned downwards.

He grinned in understanding. “Oh, right.”

He lowered himself down into a squat just so that she could be ‘taller’ than him

One time, this guy did this for me... rizz me like no one else. I'd say this is the peak of romance, especially if you remember that he's very playful, so it's like having a golden retriever looking at you.

And his manipulation tactic is being cute! (no really but almost) so he's perfect for Percy, they can act cute together and annoy the rest together.

He's my favorite I think... I'm not sure, I am still a Poseidon's stan, and as I say, Loki and Belzeebub are my babies... but Annubis...

I just know the fall is going to go horrible for me, queen

Chapter 38

Anubis is worried cause his new wife is sick and he can't say anything ☹️☹️

“Come ooon, who’s a good boy?”

He perked up. “I am!”

That's a golden, no, wait.

This is your dangerous yandere? I just see a good boy 🙄🙄

She gave him a suggestive look.

A large smirk crawled over his face as he stepped closer to her, their bodies nearly touching. He reached down to grasp her hands. “We… can finally…”

“Decorate for her birthday party!” They cheered in unison.

...

Just fucking marry and leave alone. They're so cute, recording together and talking about colors. *Sniff* What else do you need? that's married couple behavior.

AND, technically, he isn't lying, he's very sincere about her papel in the family, she's just an idiot who can catch a sign even if it was given to her.

Yes, he doesn't talk about the other... but, you don't have to talk about your exes, that's no sin, your honor.

That's a good man Savannah. A GOOD MAN

AND YES, MAYBE, he was calling Percy his wife, but also, giving first love, giving I love her so much.

You know, he respects her like the others don't, and *cries* It's going to hurt me so much if you make him like the others.

I know that he probably killed the other, maybe ate them too, but like, did they Kebechet cry? cause then they deserve it.

Queen, I just love him, don't make him so bad... or do it but in a hot way at least.

(Would be so funny if he's married and she isn't, would hurt so much)

Queen, how can you divide this beautiful family? forget about sending her to her home, just drink Meng Mo's soup, and stay happy with them.

Amazing like always, queen, have a roller coaster of emotions, I'd do it again.

Imagine if Nico were there to witness everything, he'd be a good godfather to Kebechet, play with her, and teach her about his game.

What a good and wonderful family 🥹🥹🥹

omg hiiiiiiii

i love your chapter reviews lmao, this one especially made my day 😂😂😂😂😂

I ALSO LOVE HOW IMPATIENT YOU ARE FOR THE REAL SMUT LMAOOO I ALREADY WROTE THE FIRST FULL SMUT CHAPTER FOR ACT 2 AND I WILL NOT SAY WHO'S THE ONE SNATCHING PERCY'S VIRGINITY HEHEHEHE I'M GONNA LEAVE YOU GUESSING IN DESPAIR

"Omg, I love Percy so much, she's so stupid" she really is, she's not connecting ANY dots; anthonius is usually in charge of the brain cells and unfortunately the bifrost forgot to take her one last brain cell left before it yoinked her into the ror verse 💀💀 beelzebub occasionally lends her a brain cell or two but only if she's good 😔

AND YES ANUBIS IS A GOOD BOY, THE GOODEST BOY EVER 🥺🥺🥺🥺 yes he's a yandere and yes i'm gonna fuck him up, but he will STILL BE PERCY'S GOOD BOY NO MATTER WHAT 😤😤😤 and kebi will always be #1 daughter!!!! 😤😤😤😤😤

anuby is actually soooo wholesome if you enjoy the yandere aspects of it (so like.... 90% of the whole ship LMAO) they're just so sweet to each other. just one lil happy family; a 7'5" tall unhinged death god and his cute lil wife who doesn't know she's a wife and their lil snakey daughter 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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megantrancyfanfics · 2 years

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The Ryomen Sukuna | Sukuna x female reader smut

Warnings: College AU, size kink,brat taming, thigh riding, spanking, fingering, oral, vibrator, overstimulation, cream pie, pet names, soft degrading nothing scary.

Notes: brain is rotted, nothing but Sukuna up there 🤤also it’s 3am and I’m horny so this isn’t proof read sorry!

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Enjoy❤️

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The ryomen Sukuna is your boyfriend. Yes, the man who is known as the king of curses around campus. The man that leaves the girls drooling, and the men fearing to piss off: is ‘goody goody two shoes’ y/n’s boyfriend.

“S-so..you don’t suppose we can have a study date..I’m totally flunking biology.”

“Oh! I don’t like the term “date” but if you and any of your friends need tutoring I’m comfortable doing that in a public place.” You said in your soft and sweet voice.

You watched as the man in front of you’s face turned white, his body slightly trembling as he takes a step back.

“Maybe you’d be paying attention in class if you weren’t always staring at my baby’s ass.”

“I-I don’t-”

“I-I don’t!” Sukuna mocked the man as he wrapped an arm around you, gently you pulling you towards him before leaning forward a bit. “You do, I’ve seen you, and frankly I don’t blame you, it’s a nice ass huh? But, don’t even lie to my face. You know what happens to people who lie to my face?” He mourners that last line darkly, causing the man to almost pass out before walking slowly backwards.

“A-actually maybe I can see if the teacher will give me some notes or something- bye!” And within a blink of an eye, the guy was gone.

Whispers filled the hallways, making Sukuna listen in on one conversation.

“I heard in elementary school he was in a gang, and he was caught stealing something and that’s why he’s tatted up! It’s actually shame tattoos!”

Sukuna turned his head slightly to look at the girls gossiping. “Oh yeah? That’s a new one. You guys are getting creative now.”

The girls let out a little gasp, before a quick “let’s get out of here!” Was heard before they took off.

The pink haired man sighed before returning his attention to you. “Hello baby girl~” he cooed, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank god you showed up when you did Sukuna, I almost had to tutor him!” You dropped your fake sweet voice as you walked with your boyfriend. “Say, what does happen when someone lies to you?”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen. I woulda embarrassed him before you had to go. I woulda said ‘maybe if you get laid you’d know basic anatomy.’”Sukuna laughed. “Honestly, not sure. Never had to do anything after a threat.”

You laughed. How your boyfriend was labeled as the king of curses was beyond you. Sure he’s tall and tatted but he hasn’t hurt anyone to your knowledge. “Oh? So are you implying you know anatomy?”

“I know your anatomy.” He stated, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh? Are you insinuating I don’t know my stuff?”

A smile pulled at your lips, not a word leaving your mouth, making Sukuna chuckle darkly.

“Oh you’re asking for it.”

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“So where is that attitude from earlier huh doll?” He asks as you drag your wet cunt against his thigh as he lays against his headboard, his grip tight on your hips. Your eyes glosses over and dark with lust, mouth hung slightly open as whimpers filled the room.

You were desperate for more pressure, more attention on your clit. You desperately wanted to cum.

“‘Kuna please” you whined. “Need help, wanna cum..please”

“But I can’t help you baby. I don’t know anatomy remember?” He mumbles against your skin before attacking your sweet spot on your neck.

Sukuna knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows all of your spots, all of the spots that’ll make you quiver under his large frame.

“Beg me the way I like then I’ll see what I can do baby.” He says taking off your bra, and playing with your nipples.

“Please Sukuna, please I want your cock so bad I want you to make me cream I wanna cream all over your fat cock please.”

“Good girl.” He says, a hard smack landed to your ass before he flips you over so you’re under him.

“Such a little thing you are compared to me.” He says, finger slowly rubbing your clit, causing you to bite your lip. “I could destroy you so easily. You’re so tiny, but your little cunt is begging for my fat cock to ruin you. Isn’t it?” Be asks, his pace quickening against your clit, making you grip the comforter underneath you. You nodded, your throat going dry as your orgasm quickly approaches.

“What’s that? I can’t hear a head shaking baby use your words.”

“Y-yes I want your big cock to destroy my little pussy.”

He smirks, sliding 3 fingers into your sloppy cunt, pumping them quick as he adds pressure onto your stomach. Your toes curl as you let out a loud moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you coat your lovers fingers in cream.

As you were coming down from your high, sukuna’s fingers disappeared, making you whine in displeasure of feeling empty again.

A hum filled the room. A hum you knew all to well. Your eyes met sukuna’s as he held up a hitachi wand. Before you could protest it was already on your clit. Your legs started to shake as you moaned loudly, body trembling, Sukuna couldn’t help but to watch your slutty little cunt spasm against nothing. It was so pathetic but so hot you were already craving him, so who was he to ignore your craving hole? He shoved his long fingers into your cunt, aiming up until he hit the spongy spot that makes you see stars.

“S-Sukuna” you moaned out, your vision blurred.

“I know doll. Gonna cum for me yeah? Be a good girl and cum for me” as he whispered sweet nothings, your toes curled, a gasp filled the room, the rest trapped in your throat as you nearly squirted against Sukuna’s fingers.

The hum stopped, the room quiet other than your breathing as Sukuna placed the wand onto the bedside table.

Your legs shook, you were tired, when sukuna’s eyes met yours, he couldn’t help but smirk. You were already fucked out and he hasn’t even had fun yet.

He laid down on his stomach, hands laying on the back of your plush thighs, face so close to your cunt you could feel his hot breath.

“S’kuna too much..too sensitive..” you whined, making your lover look at you pathetically. “I know you can handle it darling. Be a good girl and let me taste you you know I love how you taste.”

At first he abused your puffy clit. He loved feeling the heartbeat of your Pussy with each movement on your clit. His hands kneading your things as he moves down to tongue fuck and lap up all of your cream. Your hand made its way into his hair, grabbing a fist full and pushing his face deeper into your pussy. Your hips moving on their own to practically ride his tongue, your boyfriends nose every once in a while hitting your clit giving you just the right enough of pressure to have your cunt spamming against sukuna’s tongue. “M-more Sukuna please..” you pathetically whimpered.

“I thought it was too much and you couldn’t handle anymore? What a pathetic little bitch. Cream on my tongue, slut.” He quickly got back to doing every thing you liked. Your grip on his hair tightening, his face getting pushed closer to your cunt. You didn’t even have to say you were close, your actions were speaking for you. Your slutty cunt tried to tighten around his tongue as pleasure from your orgasm washed over you. His hands holding your shaking legs down as he pulled away, a mixture of cum and saliva still connecting him as he pulled away. He swatted it away and wiped his chin. He leaned down, hungrily kissing you. He made sure you were able to taste yourself as he removed his pants, his hardened cock springing free. When you pulled away, you quickly got to your knees, spitting on his tip, you rubbed your spit in with a a few pumps, before moving your hand down to his base squeezing it as you bobbed your head.

Sukuna groaned, slowly rolling his hips at the same time your head bobbed down. He moved your hair out of your way, praising you with sweet nothings until his orgasm approached. You quickly took his cock out of your mouth with a pop. Sukuna made you get into the doggy style position. His cock head rubbing against your folds, adoring how your body shook each time his cockhead rubbed against your clit. With a swift push in, both of you let out a moan. What started off slow, ended up with you pushed down onto the bed, your ass being the only thing up as Sukuna pounded into you. You whole body shook, Sukuna mumbling out a mixture of degrading and sweet praising as both of your orgasms built up, both threatening to blow at any second.

It was when Sukuna started smacking your ass and rubbing your clit is when you were pushed over the edge. Your whimpering turned into a gasp with a loud moan, body shaking and eyes rolled back into the back of your head. Your pussy tightening and sucking sukuna’s cock deeper into your cunt. With a “oh fuck” moaned out, Sukuna pumped his cum deep into your pussy.

~~~~~~~~~

“You’re such a good girl for me. Are you ok? I didn’t go too hard did I?” He asked, brushing your hair back once again before planting a kiss onto your forehead.

“No I loved it.” You hummed softly and contently, your chest filling up with warmth. You loved when Sukuna let all of his walls down, and was loving and gentle with you.

You still have no idea why people call him the king of curses. Was it because he was so tall? Or was it because he was tatted up? To you, he was just the Ryomen Sukuna, the man with walls, isn’t outspoken around others, but is your kind and sweet boyfriend.

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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May I request something which is sort of a scenario as a part of the the recent mafia gojo fic since as it has arranged marriage if i were to be expanding this request it would also be an arranged marriage too so it would be better if connected to the mafia gojo oneshot. So basically the scenario could be in their wedding life when they didn't have kids and it's basically reader's ability to be playful and cheerful when she wants to which is a loveable traits of hers and here in this scenario reader n gojo r making fun of the people they hate in the mafia world while reading is dramatically impersonating them perfectly making both gojo n reader laugh when gojo guesses the right person who reader is impersonating which is just many of the reasons gojo gave up his playboy life because of falling deeply in love with her even though she might not reciprocate his love but certainly treats him well. This could be a scenario when they're on their luxurious honeymoon trip but again not an necessary

( Sorry if this wasn't clear as english is not my native language )

I don't love him, but I want to be with him 3

"Haha! And then – And then Gakuganji always makes silly faces!” He said laughing.

He suddenly grabbed his cheeks, pulling them down slightly, simulating that he had wrinkles.

And he also stretched his jaw forward to lisp and change his voice.

You laughed when you heard his stories about the people who attended their meetings.

This Gakuganji is an elder from another mafia.

He is like an antiquated tree, but the older he gets, the more he needs.

Especially when it comes to their contract with the Gojo family.

The old man was in several other mafias for many years. But they were all the strongest.

You were laughing at him because every time he sees someone from Gojo, he looks like he suddenly got rabies.

You've seen him once or twice, and you confirm what your husband says.

This man looks like a bulldog that's already wrinkled too much. He gets a sudden rage when he sees Satoru and wants to attack. Whenever she yells at him, it sounds like he's barking.

You watched as Satoru twisted his face with his fingers, and started mimicking what the old man said.

"Young man.... Respect your elders.... You damn brat.... The youth of today have no respect at all... Gojo Satoru, don't be a child and stop smiling!" he said, faking his voice, only to lie down on the couch later and laugh with a little red on his cheeks from the heat inside the room.

When your laughter died down, you wanted to ask him something.

Have you ever wondered why his head is so big...

"Satoru, I have a question." You said before giggling softly. "Why does his head look like a melon that is slowly molding?"

He gave you a questioning look before bursting out laughing, imagining a melon with a gray beard and those brows like moths.

"Don't you think he looks a bit like a moth?" he asked hugging a pillow to his chest.

You corrected yourself as you sat in the chair next to him.

"Moth?" You grunted suddenly imagining a moth yelling at Satoru.

You started laughing.

He, when he imagined a moth in his clothes, also began to laugh. A hairy insect that holds a wooden cane.

Laughing, he shifted to the side, and suddenly fell off the couch, hitting the wooden floor with a thud.

He uttered a soft "uh" as he fell, but he continued to laugh as the image of the Gakuganji moth still lingered in his mind.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you imagined his face falling off his head, from old age.

"What this time? Tell me!" he moaned with a red face.

"After all, he looks like his face has started to roll down from old age..." you muttered.

"You're right! Go down!" He laughed, laying on his back. "He's going to be walking on his own beard soon! I'm waiting for him to ride bike and he'll get caught in the chain of his bike now!"

You had enough, you kept laughing.

Your faces were red when you couldn't breathe properly and your faces were already aching from smiling.

You got down from your chair wanting to get a drink because laughing really made you thirsty for water.

Walking forward, you caught your foot on the mafia boss - your husband - lying on the floor.

Falling onto his chest, you laughed, not even bothering to get down.

You do not care.

You can rest like this...

Lying on top of him, you listened to his breathing and his soft laugh. Also laughing all the time.

You sat down suddenly on his stomach and smiled as you dug your finger into his chest.

"Guess who I'm pretending to be, okay?" You grunted as you waited for his response.

"Only if I get a reward~." He gave you a smile.

"What's that?" You asked slightly serious, but there was still a smile on your lips.

"Kiss~."

You looked at him questioningly.

"Fine. You'll get a kiss." you put your finger on his cheek. "Then guess who it is."

Suddenly you took an empty glass from the table and pretended to drink something.

"Nanami?" he asked seeing you pretending.

You can pretend to drink tea.

You shook your head.

You pushed the glass away and brought it closer again, tapping the edge of your hand lightly on the neck. Hoping it will look like you're showing you're drinking alcohol.

"Hmm... Shoko?" he asked, placing two fingers on his chin.

You shook your head again.

You took the glass and pretended to drink very greedily.

"Oh! That Zenin Drunker!" he chuckled pointing at you.

"You guessed it." You smiled. "So your reward."

You leaned in and placed your lips on his soft cheek.

At the same time, he grabbed your arms and flipped you onto your side so you were underneath him.

As he grabbed your thighs, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

He connected your lips in a long kiss.

You didn't mind him touching you.

You've been in this forced marriage for a few months now, and there's a lot more going on between you than just hugging and kissing.

You put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away so you could catch your breath.

Your relationship as lovers allows you to do that.

"I remember what happened on our honeymoon." he said with a smile as he gently placed his stomach and hips against your body. Still keeping part of his body on the forearms that were on either side of your head.

"I didn't want it."

"But you rode with me anyway." replied. "And it was on this island where we were, I really realizing that you are the woman I'm starting to fall in love with."

You looked at him, slightly disbelieving.

You can't get used to him saying that...

He still does it, even if it would hurt anyone to know that someone they love doesn't feel the same way.

It would be really painful. But he doesn't show it.

Because it's enough for him that you like him. That you treat him as a close person without love.

That you're with him, and you're happy about it.

He knew that now, after these few months with him, you don't want to change that.

Your behavior and all you made him feel that you are important to him. Even if you don't love him, he will still love you.

Every time he looked into your eyes, he felt like he was drowning in it. He was drowning in feeling.

It was the first love he had.

Even if there was something before you, it wasn't the same.

He's never been married before. He didn't know what it was like.

And now that he's bound to you somehow forever, he felt different.

"But I... I'm sorry..." you muttered.

"I do not mind. You will still be with me. After all, you're happy." he said with a smile. "We're together."

"I like being with you."

He was glad to hear that.

Even if you didn't love him, you treated him the way a wife treats her husband.

He gave up his life for you.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, stroking them gently.

You want to do something to make your happiness last much longer.

Something so that your happiness does not disappear.

You want to be with him all the time.

To keep your life like this, you can do anything to just be with it longer.

And suddenly he called back.

"Have you ever thought about children?"

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo jjk #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru fluff

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And you replied: "Of course it is." You knew this was a a lie and it landed you in therapy but you want to believe.

This is the fakest moment in American history. Not since the moon landing has anything been so fake.

But you know what?

It's OK. This moment is actually interesting and fun. A certain sort of goofy obsession has seeped in. No, it's not real, but who cares? We all love this phony love affair. We will continue to love it. We will keep loving it until this spectacularly fake relationship dies and Kelce becomes a cautionary lyric on one of Swift's future albums.

For now, however, despite knowing this relationship isn't real, and likely some type of marketing ploy, we're all going to treat this like it's a true love story. The question is why do we like something that we know isn't real? The reasons, I believe, go beyond some of the obvious and superficial ones. It's not just our societal obsession with stars. It goes deeper than that.

Kelce and Swift represent a fleeting moment where we can all be a little nerdy and little obsessed and maybe even laugh at ourselves a little bit. I'm not talking about Swifties or Kansas City fans. Both of those groups are already hardcore and infatuated. This is about the rest of us. The people who don't have time to get obsessed about anything. The people who normally don't care about football, or how many stadiums Swift has sold out, can feel like they're part of something everyone else gets.

There's a more cynical view that says we're infatuated because our own lives are so boring. It's less that and more that our lives are so full. We don't just have our jobs and loved ones but the world seems chaotic and dangerous. There are threats to democracy, financial stress, a rise in white nationalism and extremism, and a general sense that things could go awry at any moment.

It's not simply that Swift and Kelce are a distraction. It's that sometimes we desperately need one.

This story is also about something else. The ability for all of us to laugh at ourselves. It's likely Swift and Kelce are laughing about this, too. So is Kelce's mom, Donna Kelce. Remember that scene in Kansas City when Travis scored a touchdown and Swift wildly celebrated but Donna, well, was just chill? That wasn't because she's seen her son score dozens of touchdowns. It was because she just didn't want to play along. Donna Kelce doesn't play that.

Yes, this is a conspiracy theory, but it's one of the few accurate ones.

I also believe we like the idea of Kelce and Swift as a couple because, at least as far as we know, they both seem like good human beings. We never truly know the people we follow as celebrities and while I don't know much about the singer, I do know the football player. He's known on the team as a diligent and decent person. He's been described to me by a former coach of his as "laid back" away from football.

Swift herself continues to do things away from her day job that have a considerable and positive societal impact. In a recent Instagram post, Swift pushed her 272 million followers to register to vote. The group Vote.org says it recorded more than 35,000 registrations.

"I've been so lucky to see so many of you guys at my U.S. shows recently. I've heard you raise your voices, and I know how powerful they are," she wrote on Instagram. "Make sure you're ready to use them in our elections this year!"

This, along with other things related to Swift and Kelce, caused the heads of right-wingers to explode. One wrote on X, formerly known as Twitter: "Taylor Swift hates America. Taylor Swift hates President Trump. Taylor Swift loves communism. Maybe Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift would be good together.”

Their anger was another reason to love this relationship.

The last time the public had such an infatuation with a couple was Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley. There was a belief that relationship, like this one, wasn't real either. That one felt weird to watch.

This one feels great to watch.

For the people who hate this story, don't worry, you're not alone. "I'm already over it," Chargers running back Austin Ekeler told the Dan Le Batard Show with Stugotz. "I'm over the Taylor Swift stuff. Can we move on please?"

No, we cannot. We will not. How dare you even ask?

And for those of you who say you don't care about any of this, well, you've read this far. You obviously do. Just like the rest of us.

Even if it is totally, without question, completely fake.

#gaylor swift x promances #everyone knows she stunts but they can’t say why she does it #gaylor swift #stunts and shows #Gaylor swift x the msm #USA Today x Gaylor swift

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oc fic: date night

Another slightly older ficlet for @strangerthingsocweek! There's a few that haven't seen the internet outside of a discord server and I'm excited for others to read them. C:

Pairing: OMC x transmasc Gareth x transmasc OMC || Rating: M just in case || Words: 1,774 || Tags/CWs: vague mentions of non-sexual nudity, so much fluff, song lyrics in fic OCs Featured Tig: OMC, @steves-strapcollection Dominik: transmasc OMC, mine Set in the future of Ger's fics "here i have found some peace of mind" and the latest (!!!) "down on your two knees (to save your soul)" Song List Planet Caravan - Black Sabbath Stand By Me - Weezer Guardian - Æther Realm

It’s late when Tig finally gets home, so he opens and closes the door softly. He has no idea if Gareth and Dom are still awake, but if they aren’t, he doesn’t want to wake them. Gareth wouldn’t even twitch normally, but Dom’s a light sleeper. So Tig slips out of his shoes, nudges them into their spot by the door, and walks quietly in his socked feet towards the bedroom.

The bedside lamp is on, comforting yellow light spilling into the hallway through the cracked door. As he gets closer he can hear faint music—tinny, from a phone speaker—and singing. Gareth, singing. Tig knows the smile that stretches his lips is stupidly fond; he doesn’t sing much, not on his own. Really, Gareth mostly just does it for fun, so hearing him sing, he assumes, to Dom, makes Tig happy in a way that bubbles and bursts in his chest. It’s too bad that the song sounds like it’s wrapping up, Tig loves hearing him sing, loves knowing it means he feels happy, comfortable. Safe. Gareth trails off with it, and Dom hums softly.

“I can see why you like it,” Tig hears Dom say, surprisingly sincere. His walls are down, the armour’s gone, and any lingering worries Tig had about their date night disappear with a small, relieved sigh.

“Yeah?” Gareth asks.

“Mhm, fucking great drum line. And the singer’s in your range, so that’s a bonus.”

Gareth snorts. “Dunno if that’s a bonus–”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dom says kindly, “do you really think I’d lie to you if you weren’t a good singer?” Gareth’s bark of laughter makes Tig’s grin widen. “Fuckin’ thought so. Christ.”

“You’re shit at this complimenting people thing.”

“That’s it, I’m leaving–”

There’s some shuffling, but from Dom’s tone Tig knows he’s joking. He leans against the wall and listens to Gareth's protests, laughter in his voice, and does his best to keep from laughing too.

“Oh my god, you drama queen, get back here.”

Dom scoffs in offence, complains some more. Gareth teases back, and there’s more shuffling, but it sounds like Gareth’s wrangled Dom back into the bed again with very little effort. Once they’ve settled in again, Gareth says, “Your song next, anyway.”

“Fine,” Dom sighs, his annoyance completely fake. There’s silence before a familiar song starts to play, and Dom starts to sing.

“We sail through endless skies

Stars shine like eyes

The black night sighs”

Tig closes his eyes and listens. He’s heard Dom sing this before, and it clicks that they must be showing each other some of their favourite songs. Singing them to each other.

This is what Tig imagined, back when he first met Gareth and wanted to introduce him to Dom so badly. Well, not this exactly. This is so fucking sweet he can feel cavities forming. But the teasing, the bitchy jokes, the laughter. He knew they’d fit well and it feels pretty damn good to keep being proved right.

There’s a break in the lyrics and Gareth chuckles a little. “Are you really playing air bass right now?”

“Yes, fuck off–” Dom cuts himself off to start singing again and Gareth laughs at him for it. Tig bites his lip hard so he doesn’t make a sound. When the song ends, though, Dom asks, “Any others you got?”

“Uh. Maybe. Just don’t, like, judge me for it.”

Dom gasps. “Me? Judge someone?”

A smack of skin on skin, and Dom gives a muted, miffed ow, my tit while Gareth says flatly, “I mean it.”

“I won’t judge you.” Dom says it lightly, but with a seriousness that makes Tig ache a little.

After a moment, Gareth says, “Okay,” still seeming a little unsure, but then the music starts and Tig straightens up. Gareth’s sung this to Tig before and now he knows why he’s a little nervous.

“When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we'll see

No I won't be afraid, oh, I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

So darlin', darlin'...”

Gareth still sings, even though he’s nervous, his voice a little unsteady as the cover plays. But as soon as the chorus starts, Dom begins to harmonise with him. It throws Gareth off and he fumbles the lyrics a little, but Dom urges him on with an encouraging keep going and they sing together as the music swells, Gareth getting more confident as the song goes on.

He can’t bear it. It’s so fucking tender. They’re singing a love song to each other. Tig uses every bit of his restraint to keep from running in there and smothering them with affection because he refuses to break the moment. But then he hears them start to kiss between the lyrics and Tig cannot be expected to hold out any longer, he figures.

When Tig joins in for the last lines, his deep voice complimenting the other men’s in a way that feels so satisfying, so right, he hears them both laugh as the song fades out and he finally peers around the door with a grin.

They’re lying under the covers, shirtless and propped up by pillows against the headboard. Gareth is tucked under Dom’s arm, curled into his side. Their hair is a little messy, and they both look relaxed, so Tig does a knowing eyebrow wiggle that Dom copies and makes Gareth roll his eyes.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest darn things,” Tig says, hamming up his accent. Both men flip him off simultaneously with deeply unimpressed faces and Tig laughs so hard he has to hold himself up on the doorframe to keep from falling over. Dom and Gareth can’t seem to help laughing too.

Fuck, he loves them both so fucking much that he feels like the luckiest bastard alive.

When he can finally breathe again without breaking out into giggles, Tig walks into the room, avoiding the clothes scattered on the floor. “Looks like your date went well,” he says with an encouraging smile. Dom nods just as Gareth wobbles his hand from side to side with a bored look, which gets him a glare and a pinch in the side.

“Don’t fucking,” Dom mockingly wobbles his hand, “when you said like ten fucking minutes ago you had a great time.”

Gareth’s cackling as he says, “You’re so touchy, jesus christ. Fine, yes, I had a great time. Nine out of ten date, would date again.”

“Nine out of ten?” Dom’s outright incredulous and Gareth looks like the cat that ate the canary. Tig’s so contentedly happy he wants to shake something. Instead, he decides he needs to be in bed with them right fucking now, so he strips all the way down while they bicker and climbs under the blanket—pleased to find them both naked still—to wrap himself around Gareth. Tig sneaks an arm under him and tucks it around his waist, pressing a kiss to Gareth’s hair while his other hand finds a home on Dom’s hip, pulling them both closer.

“Don’t wind him up too much, love, or he’ll explode,” Tig warns with a smirk at Dom, who turns his harmless glare onto Tig. He can feel Gareth giggling against his chest and can’t help but squeeze the both of them.

“You have a good time with Charlie and Eric?” Gareth asks.

“Yup. Fucked around and played some games. Roger stopped by too.”

“Sounds nice,” Gareth says, then tilts his chin up for a kiss. Tig kisses back with a pleased hum.

Dom’s free hand rests on Tig’s, his thumb brushing over his knuckles. “How long were you spying on us for?”

“Just before Planet Caravan. I knew you two were sweet, but singing your favourite songs to each other? That’s the cutest shit I’ve seen in a long time.” Both men grumble half-hearted protests and Tig grins into Gareth’s frizzed-out hair. Being able to smell Dom’s cologne in Gareth’s hair makes heat stir low in his gut, but he pushes it down. For now.

“Since you’re mocking us, we should get to hear one of yours,” Dom demands. Gareth nods, enthusiastic, and Tig really can’t resist either of them so he folds like wet tissue paper and grabs Gareth’s phone to unlock it.

He has a song in mind already, though the thought of sharing it does make his heart beat a little faster. But if Gareth can be vulnerable, so can he. So Tig searches up the song, the first few yearning piano notes ringing out before Tig starts singing, low and quiet.

“When the road is long

And the night has come

I will stay with you

We will see this through…”

Tig’s voice shakes a little at the first pre-chorus, emotions crowding his throat as he sings the harshes clean instead, and he feels Dom squeeze his hand while Gareth leans further into Tig’s chest and kisses his collarbone. It buoys him up through the rest of the song, and when the piano fades out his gaze is drawn straight to Dom.

Dom’s face is a potent mix of heartbreak and so much love that Tig can only sheepishly shrug at. Scoffing, Dom sits up, keeping his arm around Gareth as he reaches over to cup Tig’s cheek. Tig lets himself be pulled closer, sighs into the kiss as their lips meet in a way that’s both familiar and still a little new. When they part, Dom’s giving him this fond look that also somehow conveys how ridiculous he thinks Tig is, which he returns with a goofy grin.

“You’re both such fucking saps.”

That shocks a laugh out of Tig. He and Dom turn to Gareth, who’s doing a poor job of hiding his own fondness. Dom looms over Gareth, gets into his space, and says, “You started it.” He starts to sing Stand By Me again, but Gareth slaps a hand over Dom’s mouth. That, Tig knows, is never a good idea.

Gareth yelps and wrenches his hand away, clutching it to his chest and he stares, affronted, at Dom, who’s smirking down at him. “You fucking bit me!”

“Not for the first time tonight, darling.”

A blush paints Gareth’s cheeks pink, and Tig easily gives into the urge to lean down and pepper his face with kisses. Gareth complains, but it’s just a front. The way he squirms between Tig and Dom says he’s more than happy where he is.

And Tig, gazing adoringly at the two men in his arms, his heart so full it could burst? He is too.

#i forgot how cute this one was #also going with the pink theme for tig pov #strangerthingsocweek #gareth emerson #our boyfriend tig #goth babygirl dom #stranger things #ocs aweigh #niko's notes

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canonically-a-genloser · 1 year

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"you're not my homeland anymore"

title from "exile"

Sneeg, Charlie, and Ranboo were exhausted.

None of them had slept in what must have been days. Even Ranboo had nodded off a few times, though they jolted awake every time they leaned against something because of the searing pain that would immediately engulf their senses.

Sneeg intentionally hadn't processed the escape yet, spending most of his time going between all three of their wounds left from their last show to make sure none of them would get infections.

To Charlie, though, every mile further away from Showfall was another mile between him and home. And what about Randy, what if there was still a way to save their dad and they'd lose it if they left his corpse in that building, he questioned in his mind, though he never would have said it out loud. Charlie knew he trusted Sneeg with his life. He always had. That couldn't change now, right? Not for anything-

"Time to go," Sneeg said out of nowhere, and Charlie jumped. He nodded at Sneeg before the older could say anything about it, though. Questioning averted. For now.

"For now" only lasted until Sneeg stopped a couple hours' drive later. Ranboo had finally fallen into a fitful sleep, carefully cushioned on the few ragged blankets Charlie had managed to find in the loft bed despite its being hardly a crawlspace big enough for him. Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed.

"I can tell you're thinking about something," Sneeg said bluntly, forcing him into the present once more.

"No, I'm not, I'm just tired," Charlie said with more of a petulant tone in his voice than he'd meant. It wasn't entirely a lie, he supposed he could argue if Sneeg tried anything.

Sneeg shot him a look that made Charlie's resolution to keep that lie going dissolve entirely.

"Alright, fine, I'm just not- not great, man! Alright? Is that what you wanted to hear? I thought it would be fucking obvious-"

"Talk to me, then."

Charlie stopped in surprise, looking up at Sneeg. He paused for a moment.

"You know what? No. You already know what I mean."

"Do I?"

Charlie couldn't fathom why or how Sneeg appeared so calm. Why he was being so patient. Charlie was panicked and tired and he didn't even know where to start. He was scared for Ranboo, yes, but he wanted to go home. As selfish as that was, he wanted to go back. At least at Showfall, they could have gotten reset and none of the trio would be hurting anymore by now.

He realized he must have said something out loud, because Sneeg looked him in the eyes a second later.

"You know in the end, everything would just get worse. I know you do," Sneeg said. There was no emotion in his voice, but his eyes betrayed him to Charlie. Charlie, who had known those eyes longer than he'd known how to say his own name. Charlie who could have seen the faintest flicker in his brother's eyes and known when something was deeply wrong. Like it was now.

"You wanna go back, too," he spat at Sneeg. "Don't even lie to me."

Sneeg huffed. "So what if I do," he said defensively, looking away from Charlie.

The damage had already been done.

"Then why-" Charlie laughed, almost hysterically- "why are you upset at me for wanting to go back?"

"I know what this is about, okay? Showfall didn't love you, Charlie!" Sneeg interrupted him. "Sure, you were the favorite our entire fucking childhoods, but at what cost? Don't you realize what they did to you because of that, Charlie?!"

"Well, what do you know about what they did? Huh?" Charlie retorted, his tone biting. "They never loved you."

Silence fell over the dimly lit kitchen as though it were a graveyard.

"I shouldn't have said that," Charlie's voice finally said, sounding smaller than Sneeg had ever heard it.

"No, you're right," the older said, a fake smile plastered across his face as he looked up. "You're right. I know they didn't. That's why I carried my boyfriend's corpse around for who knows how many years. That's why they killed the only two people who ever fucking cared about me. That's why I was a fool for thinking you would be any different, then or now. That's why I tried to kill both of us, I thought it would change something."

Charlie did remember. He remembered the way Sneeg had loomed over him, knife in hand. He remembered the way he hadn't retaliated, partially because he knew the drones would save him before he fully died but partially too because he did feel guilt for Showfall's complete refusal to acknowledge Sneeg's existence. He remembered wondering if this could somehow atone for everything he'd ever done to Sneeg as white-hot pain shot like a firework through his small body. He remembered the look of instant regret on his brother's face as he backed away in terror. The drones had gotten him a moment later, just before Charlie's vision and any further memory of the event faded out.

Charlie sucked in a breath, swallowing thickly as though that would make the memory leave. "Sneeg, I- I'm sorry-"

" 'Sorry' won't bring Randy back, Charlie," Sneeg blurted out. 'Sorry' doesn't fix over ten years of being abandoned by your own brother."

"I know, I- I know," Charlie managed out. He didn't know what else to say, though he knew it was the wrong thing before it even left his mouth.

Sneeg seemed to recognize that in Charlie's expression, and he finally looked down in defeat.

"Charlie, I'm tired," he finally admitted.

Charlie was already hugging him by the time he closed his eyes to take a breath.

"I hate you," he told Charlie, wrapping his arms around him. A chuckle interrupted Charlie's sobs for a few seconds because here, at the end, they both knew he didn't mean it.

Finally, Charlie pulled away. "Ranboo could- could probably use some company," he pointed out, wiping his eyes. "Why don't you go lay down for a bit. At least try and rest."

"You too," Sneeg insisted. "They- they won't find us out here," he said softly.

The younger nodded, knowing without looking that Sneeg needed the company too. Whether to be sure Charlie wouldn't leave or otherwise, he was too tired to decipher.

Still, Charlie figured, wherever Sneeg was was where Charlie himself was meant to be, for good or bad.

And if Sneeg meant to find a way to live without Showfall, who was he to refuse him that after everything?

#aimsey writes about genloss #i'm so tired this took an hour and a half and it still looks so rushed 😭😭#i Promise i will look at it later but i really really wanted to write charlie and sneeg angst #some of the dialogue came to me in a Vision and i had to get this down #i don't think? there's any triggers?#a little talk of corpses but i think it's fine-#anyways here yall go YIPPEE my brain is so tired

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❃ ALYSSA ❃

Chapter one: Laughing on the Outside —❃

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: foul language, mentions of drugs, everything with teotfw and with euphoria

Authors note: so I’ve decided to make this part one of the Meet Me At Our Spot series, so you get to see why fezco and Alyssa were so close from the other book before she went to the army. Enjoy guys! All rights reserved to the show the end of the f*cking world.

—❃

Im Alyssa.

Im 17, and im pretty sure life is fake.

I was 8 when i realized i hated my stepdad.

“Why doesn't the Queen wave with this hand?” He asked, a goofy smile on his face as he wave his hand around like an idiot. “Eh? Why doesn't the Queen wave with this hand? 'Cause it's my hand!”

I'd always wanted to punch him in the face.

When I was nine, he bought a deep-fat fryer. One day, I put my hand in it. I wanted to make myself feel something.

School was beneath me, but it was a good place for observation. Because i had a plan. To get out of here. And i needed an accomplice.

“Hey.” I said, clicking my lips together as the boy in front of me pulled his earbuds out. “I've seen you skating.” I didnt. “You're pretty shit.” I teased, not that I had even seen him.

“Fuck off.” He mumbled, and i just shrugged.

I get these moments when I have to lie down because everything feels, sort of, too much. And I look up and see the blue or the grey or the black and I feel myself melting into it. And for, like, a split second, I feel free and happy. Innocent. Like a dog. Or an alien. Or a baby.

“Your presence is required, young lady.” My mother whispered, earning an eyeroll from me as i glared at her. “Get inside and help.”

My mum used to be nice, but then she divorced my dad and met... Tony. Last week, he said he thought I needed a bigger bra. So I threw a Chicken Kiev at his head. Mum pretended that she hadn't heard him. Now she has the perfect house and the perfect garden in the perfect neighborhood. I haven't seen my dad since I was eight. He never fitted in. He couldn't settle. So he had to leave. I don't blame him. But he sends me a card, without fail, every single birthday. I understand, actually. I don't trust people who fit in. I'm not saying he's the answer, but he's something. So i made quick time with getting closerto him.

“Are you waiting for me?” I asked, noticing Fezco sitting outside pf my class. He smiled kindly, his signature smile before looping rms with me. It was routine. We’d meet up, find a spot and makeout. Until one day he went to grab my hand.

“What happened to your hand ma?” He asked, making me huff angrily.

“Shut up.”

I knew that people in love went out on dates.

“Hi, what can I get for you today?” The waitress asked, earning a smile from Fez as i glared at the menu.

“Is this true?” I asked, pointing to the menu that said “top ten greatest dinning experiences in America.

“Yeah!” The waitress said excitedly, smiling as she went to take our orders.

“Uh-I will have a…banana split with extra cherries.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Some blueberry pancakes.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And a hot chocolate with cream.”

“You're hungry!” The waitress said, chuckling to herself as she did, making me fake laugh.

“And an extra fucking spoon.” She stopped writing, and gave me a stern look before speaking.

“Excuse me?”

“For him?” I asked, and she just rolled her eyes.

“Sorry. You can't use language like that, otherwise I'm gonna have to ask you and your boyfriend to leave.

“Okay. Okay, I'm sorry. Sorry.” I explained, sighing as I continued. “I will have…a great big banana shit with extra fucking cherries all on top of it.” I explained, angering the world actress as she called Marvin her manager.

“Oh, yeah! Go get Marvin! See if Marvin can make a banana split for me, you fucking cunt!” I smirked, looking over at fezco who tried desperately to hold back a laugh before I grabbed my things, heading out the room.

“Bye, Marvin!”

It’s safe to say fezco seemed afraid of me after that day, but in a good way. In a way that meant he knew I was crazy but he liked it. That was the first date me and Fezco had ever gone on. I missed those days.

#fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco #fez #euphoria x reader #euphoria #angus cloud x reader #angus cloud

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lyon-amore · 1 year

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The half of me Chapter 31

Chapter 30

The following entries from Daliah's journal show her in love with Elliot. She happy in their relationship. All she writes is how they spent time together, their dates, the dreams she had with him. Clearly she wanted them to move out of Rosenschwarz to get away from there and all the people who loved to talk bad about her behind her back. But it was what was gained by treating them badly, right? Still, Daliah's happiness made her a little nicer and stay out of trouble, maybe because Elliot was a police? The idea that she behaved well for that reason makes me laugh. Surely she wouldn’t want her boyfriend to arrest her. Two years of good behavior.

Until she couldn't take it anymore. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2019 entry

How many times have I had to see you look at her? How many times have I pretended that everything was fine because I wanted to be by your side? I've seen how you looked at her when you came to my parents' house. How you treated her so carefully. Wanting to brush her hand when you helped her clean the dishes. Why don't you do that with me? ¿Was it all a lie? These two years you were with me because I look like her?

Always MC, always her.

But I don’t blame him… MC is special. I don’t think she herself knows that she can easily attract people, even though she doesn’t know how to do it.

But Elliot… Was it so hard for you to be equally in love with me? Look at me like her? Did you give her the kisses you gave me in your thoughts? Did you ever have her in mind when we did it? The caresses that you gave me were for MC that you had in your mind? Were the conversations we had just for her?

But I keep torturing myself because I love you. Because I don't know if I'll be able to find someone as wonderful as you. Does that someone exist? No. It will never exist.

I don't know how much longer I can take it. That you only look at her.

2019 entry

I've had to brake up with him. I have not been able to continue. Neither he nor I want the same thing. I don't want to have another child again. I don't want to. I also don't want to continue something with him if he doesn't really love me. I want this fake to end. We have talked about it as calmly as possible after a discussion about what we want in the future, about what he really feels for me.

It's over. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I curse Elliot under my breath and how he made her suffer. I feel like he treated her like a doll and it disgusts me. It was much easier to brake up with her than to continue to settle. He hurt her feelings, pretending everything was fine. She did well to brake up with him, she didn't deserve to continue being used in that way.

And it went back to being the Daliah of before. The one that she continued to use her story for her benefit, the one that listened to Grace's advice, turning everything around as if she was right. Because she was hurt by what happened with Elliot, she was much more manipulable. I don't know why she never let me see this side of her, maybe because she would know I would be mad at her? Why would she know that I am right that everything she did was wrong? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2019 entry

I had arrived at work on time. I always had to arrive first to prepare everything, but today was different. I heard some shouting from Armando's office, arguing with his wife, it didn't seem strange to me, but the topic of the discussion did. I couldn't avoid recording it, since it seemed like a very strange conversation. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I see that it has a link in the document and when I click on it, another one opens, thus playing an audio. "You've had that bitch for four years. Do you know what the press is starting to say about us?" I hear Irma scream “They say she's your lover! And that she is the girl who was kidnapped as a child by the Kelpie killer! Do you realize the image you give?!” "Irma, I don't understand why you're so obsessed with her" Armando replies, in a harsher tone "She could be my daughter!" “Like yours?!” Irma raises her voice, furious “OH! NO WAIT! YOU DON'T CONSIDER HER YOUR DAUGHTER! If you considered her, Daliah would not be in that position!” "Don't ever say that!" Armando's voice is terrifying when answering it “Of course I consider Grace as my daughter! I just don't want her to be here.” "You've always been out of their lives," she reproaches him “, you've never shown yourself as a father to them. That's why Ralph left! Because you weren't the father he needed!” “That boy has never been well no matter how much we helped him.” "Maybe you should have helped him a little more." some heel steps are heard and the audio ends there. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I don't understand exactly what they mean in this audio, but I think it's a pretty interesting conversation. I had never heard them speak of their children in that way, perhaps I should ask Grace about this? I don't know… It really has given me a very strange feeling.

Like a familiar cold. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

If Daliah recorded this conversation, then something went through her head. I don't think it was just out of curiosity or manipulation, it doesn't say that in her entry. Could it be that she suspected something? But what I'm not going to do is feel sorry for Ralph. I don't care what happened, he no longer has an excuse for everything he did to Daliah and what he did to me. Maybe with the input of what happened between him and Daliah I can show people that Ralph is not a trustworthy guy. Even if it doesn't prove that he drugged me, it will be flagged as ruining my sister's life at a very young age.

Maybe I'm too cruel? No, I'm not. I know exactly what Ralph is like, I've seen him. And Daliah too.

I finally get to when she signed up for film classes, when Daliah had no turning back on being manipulative. She did things that she shouldn't have done. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2020 entry

I've told Grace about what Mason has done. I watched her take a CD out of Professor Lange's office and maybe I should tell him about it. But her idea is much more tempting: ‘’Why don’t you wait for him to do it again? The more he do it, the more you can take advantage of the situation.’’ In a way, she's right, I could continue to run evidence to get Jane out of me in future movies shorts we do.

Worst of all is that Ralph also studies in this academy, I was surprised that he was here. When he saw me, I looked away. I couldn't do it. Seeing him reminds me of the damage he did to me. When he got close to me, I froze. Luckily he didn't stop to talk to me, but he did stop to intimidate me. As if to say it's there to remind me of everything bad. I think even before I looked away, I've seen the worst look I've ever been given:

The smile of a devil. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Grace didn't care if some project of hers went wrong because of Mason? Stopping him as soon as possible had to be beneficial, leaving him alone caused many problems for the rest of the students, didn't she care? I guess because of this, Carter and Jane don't like Grace, because they saw her true nature.

And of course, now that I know what had happened between Ralph and Daliah, knowing that he chose to go to that academy to torture her was crazy. Because not only did he do it when he was at the academy, having to see him every day, but stealing his father's money for drugs. Daliah had to put up with seeing him and fear losing her job. And knowing that Armando had the secret of being a moneylender, I don't think she would like to see him pissed off, but was it something Ralph cared about? No, of course not. He didn't consider him his father and he hated Daliah to the point of wanting to ruin her life. And why? Did he know what Daliah was really like when they met? She was totally different. What reasons would there be to hate her?

Two years go by normally, being the star of her classmates' shorts, manipulating, taking away all the prominence from Jane. Using her story to get what she wanted. But then there was the Daliah who cried at the entrances saying that she had nightmares. Liar. All this time you were lying. You were torturing yourself and you didn't realize it.

It is then that... We arrived at the great year I had. Not that she was much better. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2022 entry

I don't know how, but MC has gotten into a kidnapping case. An girl has sent her phone number to her boyfriend, the strange thing is that mysterious guy she doesn't know his name. I'm a little worried, what if she gets into trouble? WORSE! What if he's the problem?! What do she know about him? I worry about her, I don't understand how this could have happened to her. I'll make her tell me everything, I don't want something bad to happen to her.

Don’tworry MC, I'm going to protect you. I will be by your side this time, I won't leave you alone in this.

2022 entry

I'm scared, I feel like Jake is like Ralph. He says nice things to her, but he is distant. The worst thing is that I see her happy to talk to him. I have warned her that he is possibly Hannah's lover and that he is using her, why else doesn't that guy tell her anything? She thinks I'm doing it because she compared him to Krebs, but if she only knew I'm doing it because I don't want her to end up like me, hurt, with no feelings for anything.

I don't want him to hurt her, because then he'll have to deal with me. I don't know where he's hiding, but I'll do my best if he hurts her. I swear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wow… Daliah really didn't like Jake. I guess I understand her concern now, it was a difficult time between Jake and me, I always wanted to be close to him, but I was embarrassed. Although it was easy to talk to him at the same time and I liked that. I didn't have to force myself, it was just me and him. But Daliah didn't like him because he kept things from me and she hated it more than I did. I wished they could talk, it would have been easier for her to trust him. But it was impossible. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2022 entry

He has made her cry. He has made MC cry. In a second he gave her hope and then broke her heart. I knew he was that kind of guy, I knew it. I tried to be as calm with her, because I didn't want to yell saying that it's better that she stay away from him, that she block him. I know how good she is and that she's helping a group, but she doesn't have to get emotionally involved. She will get hurt. She would have to listen. At least I’ve warned her not to crawl to him, that she doesn’t let herself be fooled.

Jake is just like him. A liar who used her. God! I would love to be able to yell four things to that guy's face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well… When Jake told me that the government was after him, I think I tried to understand him better, but… The fear that he could bring me trouble made me move away a little more, but sometimes, it was impossible. Why? Why was it so easy to fall in love with him? Now I think about it and I think it's because it's what I thought from the beginning, that I felt comfortable with him. Jake was very easy to talk to, maybe a little pressure at first about finding any clues in the cloud, but when we talked a little about something that had nothing to do with Hannah's case, it was very easy.

I continue reading, everything about what happened that year. Daliah couldn't stand me talking about Jake, actually, she liked it better when I talked about the other boys. It was the Daliah I had missed so much, talking to me again like before she met Grace. In the time when Jake had to leave and I leaned on my friends and my sister. It was a lot of fun and inspired me on 'How to survive the boy you like having to disappear because of his sister'. Because that was another topic, I never told Daliah that Jake and Hannah were actually siblings. I think that was the only thing I didn't tell her about him. The first thing I kept from Daliah. I had to promise that distorted image on the screen.

And I get to a part that makes me roll my eyes. I didn't want to give it to her, I really didn't, but she was very insistent as soon as she saw… Ugh… Phil's photo. I still remember how she was circling me when she saw him on the screen, asking me who the new guy was. So, knowing what Phil was like, I gave her his number to bother him. I believed that she was never going to interest him, really. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

And some time later, he ended up being arrested. I remember how much she defended him when I didn't trust him, we exchanged roles, now I was the one worried about her and that she liked a guy like Phil, but she told me that they talked about what happened with Hannah and that he had nothing to do with it, that we were just nervous.

I keep reading and laugh again when he found out that Lilly needed my help. She liked to see how she dragged herself. But I couldn't be cruel to her. I understood that she was worried about Hannah and tried to do the last resort she thought was necessary. I wouldn't have done it, accused someone without proof, but I would do anything for Daliah. And here we are. Reading his diary.

We cut to when Jake came back, she was mad at him again and I was so happy. And more when he told me that I was the only one that mattered to him, how could I not end up falling in love with him even more? Even though I had Daliah telling me to be careful, because it could be dangerous for me to step into that world. And I knew it perfectly.

I get to the part of the conversation with Elliot. I still can't believe it. Or maybe yes, after all she did. Only now when I read this conversation, it seems very strange to me, the old Daliah. All this year Daliah and I were together again. Who was going to tell me that a case that had nothing to do with us made us talk like before?

After that, Daliah wanted to meet my friends and since I told her that I had agreed to go to the movies with Dan, she signed up, and that's how it was. We decided to play a prank on him, letting Daliah come out first with her flirtatious charm that surprised him because I was always calm in the chat. Later, when I appeared, he was surprised, but he was amused and understood why I wanted to be accompanied, he thought it was a good thing for her to take care of me. Little by little I began to introduce her to the group. I could see her smile again, that Daliah who made jokes, with whom she shared secrets. I had my sister again. And they all accepted us into the group. We were some more. Daliah integrated perfectly and I didn't see her as manipulative at all like in the chats I've read. She was very natural.

I let out a long sigh as I read about when she first met Phil and they did it in the warehouse. But... Reading that she felt good with him, that she liked how he talked to her and, although she knew she wasn't the only one in his life, she liked having him as a friend. I think that behind these words, she was deceiving herself. She wanted something more with him, I'm sure. All her words towards Phil are full of affection and reading that he didn't compare her to me because we didn't get along, that he only saw Daliah, makes me happy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He is the first to see the real Daliah. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

That’s a lie, I was the first. But I think I know what she mean. “Dammit, now I’ll have to thank Phil.” I say with a laugh, switching files. It was from this year. I keep the files that I recognize from the investigation and read the ones that I’m missing. At the beginning of the year, that's when it all started. Daliah began to change again. And not because she wanted to manipulate someone. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2023 entry

After receiving the clippings, I have decided to do some research on my own. I didn't want to sit idly by knowing who sent them to me. I've been asking Mr. Lang if, despite the fact that Krebs is dead, he may have any living relatives. Clearly I have asked it without giving details of why I ask it, it would turn Rosenschwarz upside down and I still don't know if it is a joke that someone wants to play on me. He told me that Krebs was known to have a child, and then it all made sense. That day when I was locked in that cage, there was a boy or a girl, but the fact is that there was someone! I knew it! I think it is that person who is sending them to me, that mysterious child.

Damn.

It can be anyone. Who am I going to trust? I know that Jane is not at least, I have ruled her out after finding out, but I don't dare now to go out of my way and ask if she also received something from them.

Unfortunately, part of me has a slight suspicion, even though I'm afraid it's real.

2023 entry

I'm scared! How did I not notice before?! I was about to open the door when I saw something strange in the corner, a very small light. I have looked and paid attention, it looked like a small laser. I have entered the house and taken a chair and a hammer. I placed the chair to go up and there, there was a small hole in the wall, it was hardly visible, but I managed to do it. I began to hammer the wall until I took out a small camera. The landlady yelled at me asking what I was doing and I told her that I had seen a big bug, a cockroach. I scared her, but it was necessary. When I plugged the camera into the computer, it didn't work anymore. It was as if it had gone bad.

No, not broken.

A remote camera.

There was no video inside it, everything was clean.

Okay, so I rule out people who don't live on the block because to put this up, you clearly need to live here or at least be invited. And it’s not that everyone adore me in this block, they are colleagues who I have humiliated. But at least I’ve ruled out several people.

I must protect myself somehow, I have talked too much on this computer. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Not only the clippings, they were also watching her. This is terrifying! Why would they record her? Or just to scare her? "Someone from the building." I start to think. I only know of four people living in that building: Mason, Grace, Jane, and Ralph. I don't think it's Carter or Seo-ah. I doubt the people going there will have time to hook up a camera. I want to rule out Jane, because she is helping me, her brother was a victim, what would I get out of torturing her if Jane wanted nothing to do with her? The one who tortured her was Daliah with all the auditions. Inside me it tells me to write off Mason after everything I've read. There was only one person who knew how to handle cameras and that was perfectly Ralph. He was the one she was most afraid of and talks about protecting herself.

I get to the part where it's the conversation with Mason and how he tried to hack her. So the rest is how she met Mike and found out Seo-ah's secret. Just like they both told me. Clearly, they are ruled out as suspects. She also found out that Rocco was the brother of one of her academy teachers. This worried her a bit, but she got used to it. There are even photos with notes, estimates of how old Krebs's child might be now. Our age. But it's not only that, she also sees that the children they killed were six years old. She think it must mean something, but she haven't figured it out. I move on to the next entry. My heart breaks again after reading for so long. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2013 entry

I didn't feel like going to Colville for the first time in a long time, but Grace was very insistent that we go record. I resigned myself and agreed to go, and then we stayed in Colville and went to her place to prepare to go to a party.

She fixed me up like she always did, because she's good at makeup and hair. She chose me a beautiful blue dress. While she was doing my hair, I noticed a pendant that was hanging on the dresser. It was a horse with rhinestone legs. It was strange to see it, it was as if I had seen it before. I asked Grace where she got it from because I had never seen it before. She picked it up and put it around my neck. ''It was my mother's.'' She replied, with a smile. I touched it gently, still mesmerized by it. It was pretty, but at the same time, the feeling of discomfort intoxicated me. I don't know why, but seeing it gave me a strange feeling.

But that night didn’t end there.

No, it had to be there. Of course.

I tried to avoid looking at him, I didn’t want to see him there. I asked Grace to leave, starting to feel dizzy, but she just told me that it was okay, that I keep drinking.

And that I did. Having a strange feeling of feeling good when part of me wanted to run because he was there.

Ralph walked over to me, grabbing me around the waist. He looked down at the necklace and chuckled. ‘'It suits you perfectly.'' He whispered in my ear, and then began to kiss my neck and go up to my lips. And I left him. Because I felt good. Because it was like I wanted it at that moment. After that, the images in my head are still blurry. I only remember a few laughs. I don't remember anything else.

I woke up in a house I didn't know, luckily I had my clothes on. And I mean everything, there was nothing out of place, no mark that he could leave me. Or at least, that's what I thought, because I couldn't see my back. I called Mike because I was embarrassed to call MC and I thought maybe Seo-ah could help me too. If I told this to MC, it might worry her too much. If I told Elliot, maybe Rosenschwarz would talk about me again. And I wouldn't take it.

Luckily, it was fine, but I didn't want it to stay there. So, I dared to stand up to Ralph after a long time. The last time it was by message, but this time I didn't sit still and decided to record it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Can we talk about what happened last night?" I hear Daliah ask. My God. It had been a long time since I had heard her real voice, not the one from my imagination. “What happened last night?” Ralph asks. It's the same tone he used on me. My stomach turns. “You drugged me” she replies very annoyed, “and you kissed me!” "I didn't kiss you" he's doing the same as with me ", why would I kiss you if you don't interest me?" "Because maybe you're a fucking psycho who enjoys seeing me suffer." A laugh is heard. Ralph's laugh. It's totally cold and I'm afraid to listen to it. "Well, I don't deny that, I like that you suffer because I hate you.” “You son of a bitch!” Daliah screams and her voice is piercing. In all this time, her voice sounded very nervous, accelerated “What else did you do to me last night?! I’m going to sue you!” “I told you, we didn't do anything” he replies dryly “. You can do all the medical test you want, they won't find anything because I didn't touch you, you were just drunk” I hear him chuckle “. Although if you went with another guy last night, that's up to you, you're the bitch here, how many are there now? Let's see, Elliot, Carter and Phil? Is that his name?” “Motherfucker! You son of a bitch!” I hear a knock and then how she complains. "Touch me again and I'll kill you." My breath catches when I hear him speak that way. A terrible chill runs through my entire body “. Jane was right, you should have died.” I hear Daliah whine and yell more insults. Then I hear her take out her phone while I hear her heels click and the recording cuts out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I went to examine after this conversation, terrified. Then I spoke to Grace. Of course, I took a screenshot. Her words were more than surprising. I had never heard something so cruel said to me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Daliah We need to talk

-----Grace has connected-----

Grace DALIAH! Where were you? I've been looking for you all night

Daliah Your brother drugged me and I think he abused me

Grace What? What are you saying?

Daliah I have talked to him Well discussed I’m scared, please, will you accompany me to make a statement to the police? You were with me

Grace Sorry Daliah, but I didn't see anything

Daliah What? You must be kidding

Grace You left, I saw it You left for a moment and you didn’t come back I asked Ralph and he told me you were going home

Daliah But I'm telling you the truth!

Grace Daliah, my brother doesn’t want anything with you anymore Why would he do something to you if he can’t stand to see you?

Daliah Grace, I beg you to believe me I only ask you that, that you come with me You were a witness last night, remember?

Grace But Daliah, he didn’t do anything to you I saw it clearly You were drunk, remember? Maybe you confuse everything

Daliah How am I going to confuse something like that? I didn't feel well!

Grace You said it yourself, you didn’t feel well Hey my brother can be a jerk to you sometimes🙄 but he would never do something like that to you So stop saying that, you can bring him trouble, it’s something very serious

Daliah But Grace, how can you imply that I would make it up?

Grace Because he hurt you a lot and I understand it, anything to avenge Hey, I have your clothes, are you going to come to the academy for it? Daliah? Hey, are you still there?

Daliah Yes, i'm still here

Grace Well okay, come look for it I’m sure it must be uncomfortable to go around town in that dress 🤭 You must stand out too much

Daliah A bit…

Grace So come and change See you later! 😋

-----Grace has disconnected ----- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's the same story I've been through. Grace also doubted Daliah. I get up from the chair, walking around the room. I don’t know how to think, I don’t know how to walk. It’s like I’m getting dizzy from all this, I’m short of breath. I gasp in anger. Why?! WHY DID YOU TAKE ME AWAY?! WHY DID YOU THINK I COULDN'T HELP YOU! My hands are shaking, feeling that tingling sensation again. This is beyond hate, this is torture. "I have to finish this" I take a deep breath ", finish it as soon as possible and talk to Jake, I mustn't pause now." I sit back down trying to continue after reading this. Knowing that I've been through the same thing that Daliah went through, all exactly the same. Only that I imagine that they should have put more quantity.

Daliah’s decline began there. She no longer wanted to go to Colville. She no longer went with Grace to her house to go to a party afterwards. She spent time with me and my friends. I want to think that she felt good with us. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2023 entry

I'm lucky that I know how to act and I put on my best face. I look at each and every one of them, listening to them talk about the plans for the horror short. I don't like it for nothing. They needed a villain and I remembered when MC showed me the legend of The Man Without a Face. I explained that he was a man who took away sinners, while I stared at Ralph. Addressing him. I saw him smile, understanding that I was addressing him. I wish it was real and he would take him to the woods and never come back.

My friendship with Grace gradually deteriorates after she defends her brother. I feel that I have no one left in this town except MC, who is still by my side without knowing everything that I have been hiding from her for years. Would she hate me if I told her now? Would she accept the Daliah I became?

I have tried to investigate Krebs' son, but they have refused to give me that information because it is private and because I’m the girl that they father kidnapped. Surely they must have thought that I want to do something to then. And of course I want it. I want an explanation. I want to know if it is that person who is sending me those clippings, I don't want to confront then, I want to denounce them, finished with all this.

2023 entry

I had kept in my hands the paper in which it says that they found no trace of any abuse. In part it relieves me, but I’m still terrified of what happened, because it could have happened. I had kept in my hands tightly squeezing the doll that I received. It looks like Seo-ah's. I don't want to think that she sent it to me after all I've done for her.

No... She wasn't the one who sent it to me, I know.

Every day that passes I feel that something bad is going to happen, even so I don't want to. I look at the little horse on my desk as I write this. I don't like. I hate it. I hate it. I hate horses because they hide under a look of innocence, but they can hurt you.

Horse…

Innocence…

‘'It was from mom.’’

‘'It was my mother's.’’

I already know who it is. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

And I believe it too. It was a small clue that I understood perfectly, but I understand. I see that the last thing left is a video. My heart races with fear, what will be in that video? Any trap? No, but what do I think? It can't be a trap. I’m so terrified by all the things that have happened to me that I’m already at my worst. I double-click it and the first thing I see is Daliah using the mouse. Then she looks at the screen. She is not wearing makeup and I can see her tired and red eyes, it seems that she has cried. "If you're watching this MC, congratulations, you've managed to achieve something that I knew only you would achieve" I laugh as my tears fall “. Or maybe you will never see this video because I will have deleted it after what I imagine is going to happen doesn't happen, that I go crazy and end everything” She swallows and tilts her head thoughtfully “. Or just that they finally finish me off.” Her look is sad, I don't remember her being that way in her last days. She is very different. "Surely, if you're watching it, you've read everything I've been writing throughout my life" she makes a grimace with her lips, a small smile "I'm not proud that you read it, but if I'm dead and you had to investigate my death, surely it would have been necessary." “You could have made it easier for me.” I comment quietly. "I'm sorry for not making it easy for you" I let out another laugh, surely she knew I was going to say that. We knew each other better than anyone “But my fear that someone would try to read everything I wrote other than you was too big. I didn't even trust Elliot and that was very strange coming from me, right?” lets out a little laugh “But only you are the only person I trust.”

She pauses, taking another deep breath. "I imagine that in order to have read all this, you must have used the famous 'Hackerman'" I laugh when I hear her imitate Dan's voice and the nickname he gave him. That shows that she was part of my group ", and to be honest, it doesn't bother me if you've done it even though I don't like it very much" she looks at the camera narrowing her eyes, pointing ". And if I die, let him know that I'll be watching you so you don't make a mistake with him." I roll my eyes. It's hard for me to be serious when I see her like that. I know she's hurt, but she kept pulling herself up to record this video. For me. “Both last year and this year, I've been thinking a lot about my life, what I've become. I hurt people who didn't deserve it, I agreed to do things I shouldn't have done.” “Like have sex with Carter?” "If you said sex with Carter, yes, I regret it because I realized that it wasn't right" she was embarrassed to look at the screen “. I realized with everything that happened last year, there were many things that made me think that I will never be able to repair. So, I just had to leave it behind and forget it, I had no other alternative” She clears her throat, looking back at the camera “. Being with you and the rest of the group made me feel like myself again, even when I found out about Seo-ah's secret, it didn't go through my head to reveal it” She waves her hand, annoyed “. It was as if my head didn't stop spinning and realize that I missed a lot of things by becoming the worst person in Rosenschwarz” I see her shiny eyes, as if she wanted to cry ". But for my sister I never was" she breathes in with difficulty “. MC, you are the most amazing person a sister could have. Despite how much I know how hard it is for you to be sociable or I don't know, to show the world your music” I let out a laugh, drying my tears “, you managed to help a person for the second time, you really should be admired as such and... I took that away from you by putting my dreams ahead. I should have shared them by your side, as we always had.”

I put a hand to my chest, trying to catch my breath. She knew how it would end. She knew it perfectly. They say that in moments of clarity is when your turn comes. The video message, the giving me the keys to the store on our last day together. I saw how little by little she was letting herself be carried away by fear and what was coming. “Also, when I think about what I did to you and Jake, separating you that night, maybe part of me was a little jealous because even though everything that revolves around him can cause you problems, he was someone who really made you happy” She swallow hard, unable to stop crying “. I thought he was like idiot Ralph, but I was wrong. I realized late. Ralph would never have gone down a mine to get me to safety. And that is perhaps what I admire about Jake, that at all times he always tried to protect you, but I didn't want to see it because I wanted to be the one to do it, like you protected me when we were little.”

She pauses, staring at the ceiling crying uncontrollably. “And that’s why I don’t dare now to look at your face and ask you to be sorry!” her voice breaks, putting a hand to her chest “I’m not able to apologize for all these years in which I left you alone! In which I abandoned you! MC! I promise that when this is all over, I will apologize as many times as necessary! When I manage to get rid of her, we'll go back to being the sisters we were before! And if I have to move heaven and earth to find your stupid hacker for you to forgive me, I will!” I shake my head, trying to stop crying, but I can't. Still, she makes me smile because she's still mad at Jake “But if I don't get it, if you're seeing this” I see her place her hands on the screen and make the movement of biting her lip on the inside. with desperate eyes “end it for us, for all they've done to us. Because I don't think this ends here” Her jaw tense and her lip quivering “. You and I did wrong we didn't know, but what we did was the right thing. Don't think that everything we went through was bad, because what we did was help more children. Because I was not going to be the last.” What is she saying? “. At some point she's going to finish it, it's just you and Jane. Don't let her kill you! Don't listen to her words! And above all, don't let her fool you! There's still some evidence to piece together, but I'm sure it's always been Grace. The necklace she lent me is the one she showed me when I was little! It's the horse that has scared me so much! I just need something to prove it! But if I don't make it” she look at angry screen “, finish it for me” then she calms down, leaning back, taking a deep breath “. I love you so much MC… You are the best sister I could have had…” She is on screen for a while, crying. Then she remembers to turn off the video in a hurry, as if she had remembered that she had left it on.

I lower the screen and get up. Evidence Where do I get them? How do I prove that Grace is behind all this? I can only prove that Ralph also did the same thing to Daliah as he did to me, but how do I do it with Grace? Jane… Why did she name Jane?

And of course, Jane sends me a message. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

-----Jane has connected-----

Jane I have to say, my acting methods and Seo-ah's art of reenacting is spectacular Do you know that I had to turn around to go home and then to the academy to look for a badge when I saw what the address was about?

MC Jane, I have to tell you something! It’s Grace! Grace is the cause of everything!

Jane I KNOW! Wait, how do you know?

MC Daliah left a video for me

Jane Using the same trick as the man I hated, huh?

MC Something like that But that is not the case! Grace has been manipulating Daliah all these years. We need proof that she is the culprit! I think Daliah knew that she was the daughter of Krebs.

Jane THAT’S WHAT I WAS GOING FOR! I have pretended to be a police officer to obtain information in THE ORPHANAGE! I have to say, it’s been pretty easy playing as a police Now I understand Dean and Sam when they are investigating 🤔

MC JANE! FOCUS!

Jane Sorry! I’ve never been in something like this! Investigating is new to me Anyway, we also have some fake request sheets that Elliot taught us to do for a short film and they swallowed it like it was real!

MC Ok, but do you have proof or not?

Jane For the record that what I have done is illegal, I hope you knew that Well, it seems that the girl’s last name was NOT changed until after the adoption. So as soon as I saw Grace Krebs' name on file and saw the photo, there was no doubt that it was her as a little girl! I ran out, taking the file with me with the excuse that we have to investigate her because she disappeared.

MC Have you stolen an adoption file?

Jane Yeah

MC And how do you plan to show it to the police without being arrested?

Jane … Well, I'm talking to Elliot, and I know he'll help us for you

MC Good perfect Using the guy who likes me to help us

Jane Hey, if he cares about you, why not?

MC And where are you now? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wait a moment for her to answer, but she doesn’t. I then begin to tug at my shirt sleeve nervously. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Jane? All good?

Jane I’m tired of waiting Your friend has gotten into where she shouldn’t ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Reading that was going back to last year. I didn’t want to have to relive this again, the threatening messages. I clench my jaw hard, typing rapidly. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC What have you done to her?!

Jane Calm down MC, it’s alright But we must talk I think that what has happened today has been the straw that broke the camel’s back So let’s get together

MC But Jane has nothing to do with all this!

Jane Of course she does You and her are the ones that remain And I no longer want to continue torturing you, it bores me Come to Mount lake Oh! And nothing to tell anyone And with nobody, you know exactly who I mean

MC Do you mean Elliott? Is he a threat so the police won’t find out? Answer me Grace!

-----Jane has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I get up from the chair, starting to pace the room. I have to go right? I can’t let her hurt Jane. Although I know that she will not be fair to me and I will end up dead. Or both. I go back to the computer and put the files and Daliah's video on my phone, sending it to Jake. I may not be able to send it to the police, but I can send it to him, and surely with his help I can prove that Daliah was manipulated for years. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Jake? [Files.rar] I have to ask you a favor

*Jake POV*

I am keeping Roth's entire video, to use as evidence. Surely the police like to see how sh e laugh when they leave, they will want to ask her several questions. I get a message, hoping it is MC. But not. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

------Mike has connected-----

Mike How are you doing, Jakie? Something new?

Jake Serrano's wife has accused me of assaulting her.

Mike How do you know?

Jake I had to hack the cameras to protect myself from being at her local.

Mike Risky… I like it And? You did?

Jake Right now they are investigating the cameras, I do not think they will find anything on me. The bad: There is no proof that MC was drugged. I have seen the video and at no time can I see if they put something in the glass.

Mike I mean, they’re not going to be able to put that guy in jail 😑

Jake No, but at least I saw Roth laugh when the cops left her alone after questioning her. She is not shown as a wounded woman.

Mike I would have liked to see that I love to see how they humiliate themselves

Jake And good? I am sure you have not texted me at all.

Mike Oh! How do you already know me? Drumroll! [▶️ 0:09] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I roll my eyes when I see that he has surely sent me the audio of some drums. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Please can you tell me what it is?

Mike Files friend! Files of that bastard’s children!

Jake So children. No one. But how do you know it’s them?

Mike I paid a little more to the guy who was going to look for it, so I not only have the adoption papers, but also from before The information where they come from, what happened to their parents, psychological history, everything [Grace Krebs.PDF] [Ralph Krebs.PDF] [Grace Serrano.PDF] [Ralph Serrano.PDF] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I stare at the names for a few seconds. Grace and Ralph. I knew they were brothers, but unless only one was adopted. Something catches my attention. Their ages. In the first files, it says that Grace is six years old and Ralph is eight, while in the adoption files, they are the same age. The worst thing is, it is thinking about what Ralph has done to MC and knowing that he is Krebs' son, it makes my blood boil. And Grace was friends with her, until her brother drugged her. They have both been torturing her, laughing at her. I try to appear calm talking to Mike, now I do not want anger to blind me, I need to be focused. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake So they were both adopted by Armando Serrano and Irma Roth. But why the change of ages?

Mike Hmm… I suppose that Armando and Irma would have decided that for some specific reason

Jake The press.

Mike What does the press have to do with this?

Jake I talked about it with MC, we theorized that maybe it was because they did not want them to know that they had the children when Irma was young. But it was not because she had them young, but because they were adopted. Is there a reason they want to hide it?

Mike I have no idea That is important?

Jake I do not think so, maybe it has nothing to do with our case. I hope MC found something to accuse them as well that they are the culprits of Daliah's murder.

Mike You think? Why would children of a murderer want to end their father’s job? I would ignore mine Like now I do

Jake That is what I want to know. MC saw a video of Daliah that had been played by someone. And Ralph is one of those who were close. There is also the camcorder with Daliah dead. Ralph has access to any mod program. While Grace may be the perfect distraction for her to helping him. While in reality, he was just watching her.

Mike So she could tell her brother everything.

Jake Exactly.

Mike

And what does Irma have to do with it? There’s nothing linking her to Janis Krebs, why go after Daliah?

Jake Why not help your children in a revenge and get rid of losing everything in their marriage?

Mike And I thought that Armando was a terrible person Those three are the same and they’re not even blood related Oh! Anything else! [Death certificate of Genevieve Hesse.PDF] [Obituary Genevieve Hesse.PDF] Grace and Ralph’s mother This was a little easier to get, it’s not as guarded She was not killed by her husband, but by natural causes If you’re interested

Jake Thank you. I think this will be more useful to MC than to me. I will send it to her too.

Mike Well that’s all Talk to you soon 👋

Jake See you soon Mike.

-------Mike has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After the conversation with Mike, I did not realize that MC had a conversation with Jane. The conversation had completely changed and I am thankful that I had to talk to her when she texted me. I do not waste time getting up from my chair, cell phone in hand ready to leave to prevent her from going to the lake. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

-----MC has connected-----

MC Jake? [Files.rar] I have to ask you a favor

Nym-0s I was going to write to you now. MC, you are not going.

MC There is no time this time for you to come Jake! It would be too late for Jane! She will kill her! And this is personal

Nym-0s I just left the apartment. It might buy me time if I drive fast to the lake.

MC Not this time I won’t risk you again

Nym-0s Risking your life? I will not allow it. MC, I have evidence you can use to prove it was them.

-----MC has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I curse under my breath as I see she go offline at the same time I send the last message. I run as fast as I can until I reach the sidecar, starting it. I manage to hear my heartbeat in my ears, nervous about what they might do to her. With Michael we did not know what intentions he had with MC when he wanted to meet her, but this time it's more than clear after so much torture they have done to him. And the worst thing is that surely Grace will not be alone as she names in the message. “Try not to die until I get there.” I mutter as I accelerate. I spent a long time without being able to be in contact with her and if I lose her now, I will not forgive myself or them. I do not think they want to meet a vengeful Jake.

Chapter 32

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