#this hoe been sitting in my drafts

[lifemod17]

straight up "watching it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. the sunsets my friends sends me.

[wandaspetal]

♡ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 ♡

My name is Sun, welcome to my page, listed below are a few things about me and my masterlist :)

Writing is my favorite form of self expression.

I’m a college student.

My favorite MCU films are Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Avengers, Avengers: Age Of Ultron, Black Widow, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and Dr. Strange in the Multiverse Of Madness.

My favorite Marvel series are WandaVision and Hawkeye.

Here are some other shows, movies, etc. that I love: Once Upon A Time, Resident Evil 8, The Twilight Saga, The Greatest Showman and anything with Sandra Bullock in it.

This page will mostly be used to express how obsessed I am with marvel.

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[23victoria]

Medicine

cheater!charles leclerc x singer!fem!reader

fc: rihanna and other girls from pinterest

warnings: cussing…lots of it, cheating, cussing, sexual talk, talking shit about charles (please note that i do not agree with the things said it’s just for the fic 😭) i’m back from my breakkkk, much needed cause i have so many ideas to write and requests 🤭 hope yall enjoy this been sitting in my drafts for a min now 😭

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cannes festival 😘✨

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username9 ohhh she ateeee 🥴✨

username21 bodied every motherfucking look 🤭✨

username8 im obsessed with her 🤧

lewishamilton fashion icon 🫶🏾🔥

username41 she ate all the girls up 😵‍💫

username11 she gorgeous, like wow 😵‍💫🥴✨

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i want revenge, i can’t fake it

sza you’re so hot

carlossainzjr 🔥🔥🔥

kehlani my wife is so sexy 🤤

victoriamonet tell em y/n/n 🤭

lewishamilton this is a look 😮‍💨🔥

landonorris 🤩

yukitsunoda you look hot 🥵

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i don’t think you’ll understand, until i hit you where it hurts

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username1 YASSS QUEEENNNN 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

username12 she looks so fucking good 😫😫

username13 the bob is bobbing mhmmmm 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

username7 not her stabbing someone in the head?!?!

username9 yea she out for blooddd 🤭

username2 charles better tighten up his security and lock them doors

username9 THE BLACK LIP?!? THE BEAT?!?! YESSS!!!! 😩😮‍💨

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don’t get it twisted, i can play this game too

username1 HOLY FUCK

username15 she so hottt 🤤🤤

username3 how can you cheat on her

sza sexyyyy 😩😩

username22 yummmm

kehlani marry me please 🥴🤧

username69 on my knees for the goddess 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

livelaughlovey/n i’ll cook, clean, do laundry, anything, i’ll do anything please please please please please let me be yours

username1 she can step on me and call me dog shit and i will say thank you 😍😍😍😍

charlesleclerc seriously y/n. can we please just talk? can you please unblock me? can you call me back or answer my messages please?

↳ username1 @.charlesleclerc i know you not - 😧😧😧

↳ username7 @.charlesleclerc be fucking forreal 🧍‍♂️

↳ username19 @.charlesleclerc the audacity of you mf 🖕🖕🖕

↳ username37 @.charlesleclerc are you deadass rn?!?! 😑

↳ username9 @.charlesleclerc yea your fucking delusional 🤣

↳ username81 @.charlesleclerc boy get the fuck off her page 😒

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medicine tn at 12

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sza yea my bitch is backkkk 😮‍💨

oscarpiastri revenge.

yukitsunoda yea charles never escaping this 🤣

kehlani bad girl y/n/n is back hoes 😈🔥

lewishamilton they not ready 😈

username19 those shall pay for their sins

username27 the three different stages of black?!?! three different stages of anger?!? betrayal?!?! revenge?!?!

↳ username33 @.username27 me when i over think and read into things 💀💀

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he treats me better than you and fucks me better than you 🥴😘 oh! and his dick is bigger as well 🤭

username1 oh - 😮

username3 speechless…🫢

yourbff as you motherfucking should

username17 IS THAT CARLOS?!? 😵

username9 omg!!! jaw dropped 😳

username10 yea she wins

username16 @.charlesleclerc she fucked your bestfriend…🤣🤣🤣

lewishamilton y/n you did not say this in the gc…

landonorris @.lewishamilton none of them did?!?

gerogerussell no heads up at all 😮

oscarpiastri damn 😵‍💫

maxverstappen so proud of you 🫶

yukitsunoda truly proud of this moment, @.charlesleclerc fuck you you fucking piece of shit, that why she’s fucking your ex-best friend 😘

livelaughlovey/n mother mothered ✨

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thank you charles, your loss was my gain 😘

username6 nahhh

username8 yeaa if i was charles i would be crying like a bitch rn

landonorris 😧😧 again?!?! no fucking warning?!?!

lewishamilton literally defeats the purpose of the gc, i’m not mad though 🤭

georgerussell we are supposed to be in on this, but i’m here for this 😊

oscarpiastri caption ate though i can’t lie 🫢

maxverstappen good job y/n/n 😤

yukitusnoda @.charlesleclerc this is what your bitchass gets you dumb fuck

username23 @.charlesleclerc please know that she was in fact riding carlos crazy like she said

livelaughlovey/n @.charlesleclerc she asked you how you would like it if she did the same to you…now you know 😍

username19 @.charlesleclerc she did say she was going to leave him crying 🤷🏽‍♀️

username69 @.charlesleclerc how’s the taste of you own medicine?!?! 🤭

username1 @.charlesleclerc you fucked around and found out ☺️😘

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[stxr-slut]

sirius admiring r while they do their make up/get ready to go out on a date.................

Sirius Black was 100% sure that his girlfriend was the prettiest girl on earth.

He loved every aspect of her. Her eyes, her hair, her body, her laugh, the look she got when she was trying to figure something out.

She was his own personal heaven. Some days he questions hoe he got so lucky, others he doubts if he truly deserves her, but he will spend every single day admiring her.

He was sat on her bed, waiting for her to finish getting ready so they could go out.

She was sitting at her dresser carefully applying her make up.

Sirius could spend all day watching her. She was his favourite thing in the world.

He watched the way she patted the concealer into her skin, admiring her with a look of pure awe.

"You ready to go yet, dove?" He smiled at her fron her bed.

"Almost done siri!" She smiled back.

He'd happily wait. He'd ditchthe meet up with his friends entirely if it meant he got to spend more time with his girl.

Eventually, she spun around, turning to face him. "How do I look?" She asks with a bright smile as he stands up and walks to her.

"Prettier than all the stars in the sky, love." He grins down at her, cupping her face, staring into her eyes with lovesick ones of his own.

Sorry this had been in my drafts so long!! Hope you enjoy !!

[goodfish-bowl]

Check Your Sources

DP Side Hoes Week 2024 Master Post

Day 2: Jazz Fenton - university times

Summary: Jazz has a misunderstanding with a professor over her selected topic for her paper.

Word Count: 1271

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Jazz Fenton had remembered turning in her psychology paper on ecto-psychology, particularly the role of obsessions in the mental state of Ecto-entities, with utmost confidence. She had meant it as a draft for the final paper she intended to published after the completion of her degree. She had already sent in her paper on Ghost Envy for her application to the college, and it was currently in the process of being peer-reviewed, so she needed something new for her current psychology paper. She had compiled the information for it during her last trip to Amity Park, and organized it into this assignment, including multiple citations both within the ecto-science fields and otherwise, to make sure her paper was well-rounded. She had quadruple-checked everything, from her grammar, to her formatting, to the way she cited each of her sources. 

For these reasons, Jazz was absolutely confounded by the red ink and stark zero written at the top of her returned paper. There was a sticky note attached, telling her to talk to the professor after class.

Jazz glanced between her paper, and the professor in horror. During the course of the term, Jazz had developed a deep respect for Dr. Kaplan, and her work on the psychology of people with PTSD. She must have a good reason for giving her such a poor grade, but the fact she received it at all filled her with mortification. She had never gotten a grade so low in her entire education. Jazz needed to know why, but she couldn’t even figure out what she had done wrong in the first place. In the corner of her mind, she had a sinking suspicion, but hoped with everything she was wrong. 

Jazz spent the entire class in a tizzy. Constantly flipping back and forth between the day’s class-work and her paper. Outside of the first page, the rest of the paper was completely unmarked. Frustration began to simmer underneath Jazz’s skin. How was she supposed to fix this if the professor never even told her what she did wrong?! But it would be fine… she was meeting with the teacher after class anyways. 

From that point forward, class moved forward at a crawl. Jazz still couldn’t pay much attention, and found her notes were much less organized than she would prefer. But when the professor dismissed them, Jazz practically darted to Dr. Kaplan’s podium. 

The professor was a thin, wiry woman, dressed professionally, and looked down upon Jazz from behind equally wiry glasses. She gave Jazz a hard-look, almost one of disdain, and it was only the years of facing the nightmares of Amity Park that kept her from physically recoiling. She removed her eyes from Jazz and gazed around the still-emptying classroom. 

“It might be better to have this conversation in my office,” Dr. Kaplan stated, leaving the room, with Jazz practically at her heels. 

Dr. Kaplan’s office was a fair reflection of the woman herself. Neutral colors, her degree on display, and psychology books lining her singular bookshelf. Her desk was dark wood, and chairs cushions a beige leather. The plant sitting by the window was fake. It was all very professional, and at the same time very impersonal and lifeless. Despite the light colors and the sunlight streaming in through the window blinds, the atmosphere was near stifling. 

The professor took her seat behind the desk, and Jazz hesitated, waiting until Dr. Kaplan gestured for her to take a seat. The seats were more stylish than they were comfortable. She gingerly set her paper on the edge of the desk, sitting board-straight in the chair. 

“Ms. Fenton,” Dr. Kaplan practically sighed, “is there a reason you’re not taking my class seriously?”

The question came completely unexpected. “What are you talking about, Dr. Kaplan? I’ve been giving this class my best efforts,” Jazz pleaded. 

Dr. Kaplan frowned, tapping her carefully manicured, neutrally colored nails against her paper. “This assignment says otherwise.”

Jazz frowned, mentally skimming over the paper. “I… I don’t understand. I’ve followed the assignment criteria almost exactly, I’ve even collected first-hand observations.”

Dr. Kaplan looked like she had sucked a lemon. “Ah, yes,” she said flatly. “Ms. Fenton, while you’ve followed the semblance of the rubric for this assignment to a near exceptional degree, a paper on the theoretical psychology of fictional beings is hardly an acceptable paper topic.” 

 Ah, there it was. Jazz had suspected as much, but it still didn’t calm the simmering frustration, boiling into anger under her skin. 

“Honestly,” Dr. Kaplan continued, “for such a brilliant girl, I can only see the submission of a paper like this as a lack of care, and simply unprofessional to boot. To go as far as to make up sources, as properly cited as they are, is simply-”

It was taking everything within Jazz not to blow up in her professor’s face. Her nails were starting to bite into her palms, and her teeth felt sharp in her mouth as she grit them. Had Dr. Kaplan stopped at the whole ‘ghosts aren’t real’ bit, it wouldn’t have been anything she hadn’t heard before. But to accuse her of lying, and making up sources, that was getting a bit too close to unforgivable. She was losing any respect she had for this professor with every word out of her mouth. 

“Those are real sources and I have recordings of the data I collected myself,” Jazz had to keep herself from hissing. “You’re welcome to check my sources. Of course, due to the analog nature of the recordings, they will require a tape player to view. As for the other second and third hand sources, they are all from qualified journals.” 

“I admire the lengths you’ve gone to make your work of fiction as realistic as possible however-”

“Have you heard of Amity Park before?” Jazz could not stop herself from growling out the question, shooting to her feet, unable to take this sitting down any longer. “Have you done any research to support your claim over mine?”

Dr. Kaplan had a deer-in-headlights expression as Jazz towered over her desk, while also simultaneously adding the only color to her entire office through the reddening of her face. “Are you delusional? Ghosts aren’t real.”

Jazz felt what little ectoplasm that lived under her skin hum in tune with her rage as she slammed a hand down onto the desk, crinkling her paper underneath her wrath. This wasn’t about the grade anymore.

 “Ecto-science is a pseudo-science at worst. It is young and mostly unexplored, but it is hardly fictional. Psychology used to occupy the very same space not too long ago. If you had done any research to check your biases, you would have found this out.” 

Something was burning. 

Jazz quickly snatched her paper back into her hands, gritting her teeth, and reigning in her anger as fast as she could. She cleared her throat hard enough for it to sound like a snarl. 

“It appears your classroom will no longer be a conductive learning environment for me,” Jazz spoke evenly, tone carefully measured. “It would do you well to actually look into the topics your students write about.”

Jazz collected her things, already mentally filing out the required paperwork and emails to the Registar’s Office to have her transferred to a different class. She moved to the doorway and gave her professor a polite nod, ignoring the gobsmacked look on Dr. Kalplan’s face. 

“Have a nice afternoon, Professor.”

Jazz fled the room, dead set in ignoring the hand-shaped burn she had left on her professor’s desk and the smoldering paper in her hands.

[strayed-quokka]

lacking in subtlety || kim sunwoo

» summary: it was a bad idea to like your brother’s best friend. it was an even worse idea to let him into your room when your brother was one door down.   

» pairing: sunwoo x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors do not interact 

» genre: brother’s best friend, smut, porn without much plot but there’s backstory i guess

» warnings: dominant sunwoo (kinda?), he’s also a bit possessive, i guess submissive reader, oral (m and f receiving), creampie, his hand finds your throat but there’s no actual pressure, vague exhibitionism (?), sunwoo gets caught but he kinda asked for it, the beginning takes ages whoops, open ending cause i’m annoying, one use of good girl and some pet names

» words: 4,738

» a/n: i know i’ve done brother’s best friend before but i’m a hoe for that concept aight deal w it… also i have like… 20+ smuts for the boyz in my drafts i don’t know what’s going on anymore but i’m thinking either juyeon next because hands or a threesome with moonbae because it’s been sitting in my drafts and lord is it wild 

also i know i disappeared but life happens and also people were stealing my work so i wasn’t really in the mood to write anything for anyone but here we are i’m back cause i wanna indulge ✌️

You’d never been much of a risk taker. In fact, on paper, you probably looked quite boring, good grades, a nice set of friends, never misbehaving, all of it lined up to make you rather uninteresting. That’s why when the shift from seeing Juyeon’s best friend Sunwoo, as someone more than a simple acquaintance happened, you simply ignored it. 

He’d never find you interesting enough. 

Though you were friends in a way too. Your brother was comfortable enough with Sunwoo never getting too close to you in that regard, and so the two of you would often interact even if he wasn’t there.

But the conversations were usually rather generic. Exchanges of how your days were, maybe the occasional comment about an outfit the other wore, but never anything beyond that. You still remembered coming downstairs in an oversized hoodie one day and Sunwoo jumping on the question to ask where you got it. He wore the same one in a different colour a few days later, and you swore he knew how flustered it made you.

You knew him, but you didn’t know him in a way that you knew friends. Nevertheless, you were always comfortable with him, even comfortable enough that during movie nights, if you happened to be around, lying next to him or even against him was deemed completely normal. 

You’d done it since you were little, and so even once it shifted from being simply platonic to something that made your heart race as you got older, Juyeon never once questioned it. He never felt the need to and neither did Sunwoo. You weren’t sure if he was simply oblivious or intentionally ignoring the way you felt, but you were relieved either way.

Juyeon never noticed that your first semester back from university, Sunwoo started to get more physical towards you. His arm being wrapped around you wasn’t new, but where he let his hand rest was. You still remembered the first time it fell on your hips, but it stayed unmoving and almost felt like an unintentional accident. 

Though with Sunwoo, nothing was unintentional. He thought you were beautiful and incredibly hard to resist, but he tried. He tried by simply leaving little hints, hints that could mean nothing or everything at the same time, and hints that Juyeon wouldn’t notice or brush off because Sunwoo wouldn’t cross that line. He’d never be so stupid. 

Sunwoo didn’t want to cross the line, but there was only so much self control he had. Especially when you never, not once, rejected anything that he did. 

You’d just finished your first year at university, enjoying the start of your summer break, when things shifted again. Trying to get used to Sunwoo drawing patterns on your hip or nuzzling up to you could never have prepared you.

The weather was terrible, a summer storm looming outside with the sound of rain crashing against the window as a random horror movie played that you lost interest in within the first twenty minutes, and you could tell Sunwoo didn’t care for it much either. Horror movies were Changmin’s thing, and maybe you should’ve been nice and invited your best friend along for the evening. 

You were leaning against Sunwoo, his arm around you and fingers resting on your hip with a blanket draped over your bare legs and a part of your waist.

Juyeon was on the opposite side, a bowl of near empty popcorn on his lap with a blanket around his own figure. 

Sunwoo shifted, the blanket slipping off your body though he caught it and covered you again, and you would’ve likely barely reacted if it weren’t for his fingers moving over your bare thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, and you tried to hide it with a cough though Sunwoo knew better. 

Though just because he knew better, didn’t mean he was about to risk it entirely. 

He’s slow, as if trying to calculate all the risks in the scenario he’s in, including both your potential rejection and Juyeon seeing what he’s up to, so it’s incredibly delicate as his fingers move under the thin blanket and to the hem of your oversized shirt, pushing it up above your hips. 

Your eyes widen, looking down though the skin he’s exposed lies very much hidden over the thin fabric that’s keeping you warm. You feel like you’re burning and can’t breathe, trying to regulate it without raising any suspicion. 

Sunwoo doesn’t feel your rejection, though he takes the time to whisper as quietly as he possibly can, “say stop and I will.”

You look over to Juyeon, but he hasn’t heard. It’s both a relief and a thrill, and you only nod to Sunwoo, tilting your head slightly upwards and to the side, eyes rested on his plump lips that had just hovered by your ear.

His fingers twist around the thin lace laying over your hip bone before he runs his hand down your thigh. He’s meticulous and painfully slow, but the result is that if you didn’t know any better, even you wouldn’t suspect much of anything. And the thrill of it all leaves you embarrassingly wet. 

You’re impatient too, and maybe it’s a mistake, but you push his hand just enough to rest in between your thighs. Sunwoo isn’t stupid either, he knows exactly what you want and exactly what you’re craving, and he’s more than willing to give it to you now that you’ve cleared up any potential misunderstanding of your motives. 

That’s the problem. Sunwoo has always been more than willing to do anything you ask, even when he shouldn’t. Whilst Juyeon had never explicitly stated that you were off limits, he knew that you were. He could have anyone he wanted. Anyone but you. 

And you’re exactly what he wanted. 

He’s teasing you, mostly because he doesn’t have a choice if he wants to remain discreet, but also because he likes it. He likes seeing you react, how you bite your lip and try to push your legs apart just enough for him to have his fingers between without the movement being too obvious. Sunwoo pushes into you as a response, and you can feel his cock against your ass. 

This was bad. You were both stuck here, and you were feeling incredibly hot and desperately trying to be quiet. 

“Are you okay?” he says it loudly, and you can’t believe the nerve he has to ask you right in front of Juyeon. Your brother looks over at you, concern on his face as Sunwoo’s fingers stop right back on your hip. 

“What’s wrong?” there’s genuine concern there, and now you wonder what you look like. 

“She feels warm. Fever?” 

You want to hit him, but the only way you retaliate is to shift around with the way you’re lying, purposely pushing against him. You hear the angry hiss leave his throat, but it’s so quiet, similar to a low growl, so you don’t think Juyeon hears it, or if he does, he assumes it’s because your shuffling around must’ve kicked his friend. 

“Do you wanna sleep? We can watch this another time,” you nod at your brother, for as much as you very much enjoy the lines you’re crossing, the gamble doesn’t seem worth it with him right here. That, and in some way, you respect your brother just a little too much. 

“I’m gonna have a cold shower,” you twist your body up, ensuring the blanket is still on Sunwoo as he lets you go and repositions on his side, “night Juyeon. Sunwoo.”

You hug your brother goodnight, retaliating by hitting Sunwoo’s ass over the blanket, making him yelp and glare your way as you disappear into the bathroom. 

Fucking hell, did that just happen?

You can’t believe it. The immediate guilt sinks in for what you’ve done. It’s obvious to you, just how deep your crush and sexual attraction for Sunwoo has gotten, but a part of you wishes you could still suppress it. 

The water is ice cold when it hits your skin and you let out a squeal, eventually rinsing yourself off and washing your hair, attempting to snap out of the constant daze and addiction that is Kim Sunwoo. But the more you let him be in your mind, the more he refused to leave, and the worse your thoughts got. 

Maybe you just needed to get laid. It had been a while since your ex (who you conveniently enough, don’t think Sunwoo liked), and now you were in a state of such frustration that you were taking it out onto the only man available in the house. 

Though desire was a funny thing. 

It just wouldn’t go away. 

You lay awake for hours, staring up at your ceiling with only one person on your mind. There’s no doubt you’re losing it, unable to sleep for every time you close your eyes, it’s the same thought and wish for a dream over and over again. 

You resort to the only form of advice you can run to. Changmin.

“It’s two in the fucking morning, please,” he groans, his voice rough and tired, and it really doesn’t help your sexual overdriven hormones. It’s not like you were attracted to your best friend, but his rough voice combined with everything else sent you into a near meltdown. Maybe you should just ask him to sleep with you. 

“I want to fuck Sunwoo,” it’s quiet. You’re not sure if Changmin has to think about what you said first before he reacts, or if he just has no idea how to react, but eventually you hear him shuffle around and speak. 

“I ehrm… I’m not sure what you want me to say to that,” he pauses again, clearing his throat, “does Juyeon know?”

“What the hell do you think?” 

“Yikes, you really do need to get laid,” you nearly scream before remembering that any loud noise is going to garner unwanted attention from the two men that are either just downstairs or down the hall from you, so you suppress your agony instead, “why Sunwoo, though?”

“Have you not seen him?”

“I mean… not recently,” you sigh, rolling onto your side to look out the window. The rain seems endless, so you can’t exactly expect Changmin to get up and walk here to keep you company. 

“You’re staying up with me.”

“I’m tired,” he groans, enough for you to briefly feel bad. Though one of your biggest flaws is your stubbornness and your best friend knows that. 

“If I have someone else give you company, will you let me sleep?”

“Who’s crazy enough to come out at-”

There’s an abrupt cut on the other line, and you realise Changmin’s hung up. He either had a death wish or a plan, maybe both, and honestly, neither were comforting to think about.

A knock on the door breaks you out of it, half expecting your brother or maybe both of the boys to walk in, but it’s only Sunwoo. Immediately, you feel the need to wrap your blanket over your bare legs, “come in?”

He finally steps inside, leaving the door slightly ajar as he approaches you. He��s still in the same sweatpants and shirt from earlier, his hair more ruffled and messy from the constant laying down. He looks so inviting, his lips so full and his eyes so entrancing. It’s pure torture. 

“Changmin messaged me,” you pale, and now you’ve decided that he really does have a death wish, “want to explain?” 

He holds his phone out to you, a message from a number you can recite by heart sent just a minute ago. 

Y/N wants to sleep with you. Double meaning implied. Leave me out of it.

“What the fuck Chan-,”

“Is it true? Double meaning implied?” he smirks, and you realise quickly that to him it’s become a bit of a game to see how far he can push and taunt you until you either decide it’s enough or give in. You’re not sure why Sunwoo suddenly got so confident, though you suppose he always has been, the only difference now is that he knows how you’re thinking.  

“You don’t have to cover up. It’s quite warm,” his voice is low, but you doubt it’s out of worry for Juyeon hearing him. He’s right as well. It may be raining outside, but it’s incredibly hot in here, and you let him when he asks to remove the fabric over your bare legs, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. 

“Are you… still watching that movie?” 

“Finished it. And two others. Juyeon went to bed, it’s literally been hours,” you nod, wondering if he really is two doors down from you, fast asleep. Maybe he’s scrolling through his phone or doing god knows what else. 

“And you?”

“Well…” he starts, his fingers moving up along your left leg and causing shivers to run along your skin, “see, I have a bit of a problem.”

You may regret asking, but curiosity gets the better of you and you feel like you’re damned to hell. That, and the fact that maybe you really don’t care at all anymore, about any of the risks, “which is what?”

He grins, and it’s a smile that tells you he has something on his mind that thrills him and intoxicates you. Sunwoo comes closer, resting the palm of one hand on your inner thigh to push your legs apart, his lips right by your ear, “I really need to know how sweet you taste.”

Your resolve breaks. Maybe it was broken before, but it’s definitely shattered now. A whimper falls past your lips and now he’s right above you, watching with eyes like you’re his prey. 

“Am I allowed, sweetheart?” 

It happens fast, the way you grip his shirt and pull him down until your lips meet. His lips are slightly salted, likely from the popcorn, and he’s quickly pushing his tongue between your lips and gripping you harder by your thigh. He’s rough, a little forceful with it, but you like the dominance he holds over you. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how hard it’s been to resist you,” he leaves open mouthed kisses down your neck, one of his hands slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts, playing with the sensitive flesh and hardened nipples, twisting slightly as you mewl underneath him. 

He’s overwhelming you. Sunwoo always has a way for your senses to go into overdrive, but with what he’s doing now, you can’t think.

“P-please,” you sound pathetic, but he’s nice enough to listen. At least you thought he was. 

“Let’s play a game,” oh no. He’s pulling you up, until you sit with your legs over the bed, planted firmly on the floor as your eyes find the still open door. 

You’d forgotten it was open. Sunwoo, however, clearly hadn’t, “what game?”

He’s down on his knees before you, his shirt discarded before you can even blink, and it takes a while to adjust to the naked chest and muscular build he’s always hidden from you. You tremble just at the thought, watching him closely as he repositions your legs onto his shoulder, pulling himself closer to you, “see how quiet you can be with that door open, sweetheart.”

You should be scared. The risk of getting caught has exponentially grown with the factor of an open door, but you feel his teeth lightly dig into the flesh by your upper thigh and you seem to forget everything else. It’s like he’s telling you to pay attention to only him, with each sharp sting of his teeth that leaves your skin red. 

Something about it you love. The dominance maybe, or maybe the possessive nature in which he litters your skin in angry red marks that you want to have, “look at me.”

It’s demanding, but you barely hear it first until his fingers dig into your thighs, pushing your legs just slightly more apart, and you sit up just a little to meet his eyes. He almost looks dangerous, near possessed in his hunger for you, and suddenly you’ve never felt more attractive in your life. 

He makes you feel wanted, and maybe that’s enough to explain why you’ve always been pushed towards him like a magnet. Even if you knew him at a surface level, he’s always been attentive to you in the little things. 

You nearly curse the world the minute Sunwoo delicately lays a kiss over your clothed clit, and it’s frustrating how that alone damn near makes you see stars. Such a simple touch of his lips should not feel like the end for you, and yet it does. You grip his hair before you can help yourself, pushing him between your legs as he chuckles, “are you that desperate?” 

“Shut up,” his nails dig into you harder, a scowl on his face as he nearly drags you down further, and you nearly yelp when your underwear is pushed to the side and his full lips meet your bare folds. 

“F-fuck,” he doesn’t respond to you. Either he’s off in his own world or he’s intentionally ignoring you as punishment for the way you run your mouth, but you’re in heaven, though it feels like the greatest sin that’ll have you sent straight to hell. 

You’d never have said you were a very vocal person in the bedroom. Even if someone made you feel good, your moans were usually quiet, more breathy and whispered than they were loud, but Sunwoo made you want to scream, and knowing you couldn’t made it so much worse.

Sunwoo seemed to know what he wanted, because without much warning, he’s letting his index finger graze your folds and it’s near embarrassing just how much of your juices coat his finger when he does, bringing it up to your lips, “are you gonna be good?”

You nod, desperate as you take his finger in your mouth, sucking on it like you would his cock, the taste slightly sweet while he’s back between your legs. You feel like your senses are going into overdrive, moaning as you take one of your hands and grip his hair, pushing his tongue deeper between your folds, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

“S-Sunwoo, p-please,” you want to cum, and it feels like you’re so close, but it’s like he wants to remind you just how insufferable he is as he pushes back the second you feel like you may tip over the edge. 

The whine that releases in your throat is loud and pathetic, and you both share a wide look of shock and worry because what if Juyeon heard it. 

A minute passes, the only noise in the room being both of your heavy breathing, and when Sunwoo decides that Juyeon likely hasn’t woken up, his attention is back on you, “take off your shirt.”

You nearly don’t hear him, too busy staring at his swollen lips that glisten just slightly under the moonlight bleeding into the room, and he looks so beautiful that you feel like you’re falling for him right in that very moment, completely. 

“You need to stop staring like that. It’s not good for my heart,” his words make your head spin just as they put you into action, stripping off the very little you have on until you’re entirely naked. 

Sunwoo just stares first, and you wonder if maybe you should cover yourself but the minute you reach for the blanket, he’s stopping you, “don’t you dare.”

It’s rough, a demand that you listen to, especially when his fingers grip your chin to look up at him, “you look far beyond what I ever dreamed of.”

“You dreamed about me?” 

He grins, leaning down to kiss you as you let yourself go, back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you, “all the time.”

“Tell me,” you wanna hear it. Want to hear what you do to him, when this entire time you just thought that Sunwoo was the one making you crazy. 

“How good you must look with my cock inside you. You’d probably take it so well,” you’re nodding, whimpering slightly as he’s bruising your neck, and your hands are playing with the waistband of his sweatpants, asking without a word for him to take them off. 

It’s a relief to you that he listens, until you’re both entirely naked though you’re the one left salivating at his hardened cock. A little above average but thick, making you feel like you’re going dumb staring at him, “you wanna open that pretty mouth for me?”

You feel him grip your thigh and push you to the edge of the bed again, your face eye level with his waist, and it’s almost instinctual for you to part your lips, the tip of his cock laid flat on your tongue until you take him deeper. 

It becomes clear to you that you underestimated his girth, your jaw quickly sore but you don’t want to accept it either, relaxing your muscles as you swirl your tongue underneath the base of his shaft, moaning around his cock, eyes finding his to see that he’s already staring at you with such darkened lust that you feel like he desires only you, and it makes your head spin. 

“Just a little more, good girl,” his praise goes right to your core, making you shake and he notices, fingers tugging at your hair as you take him just a little more, your mouth so full that you have to release him and gasp for air, but Sunwoo doesn’t mind for a second that you need to pull away. 

Especially not when his patience is running thin with what he really wants. 

You watch him step away from you, making you nearly cry out and complain but he moves to sit up with his back against the headboard, tapping his thigh as if inviting you onto his lap, and you don’t need to be told twice to obey his wishes. He grabs your waist when you’re close enough, and in a way it’s gentle as he guides you, straddling him and making his cock ache against your bare cunt, your juices coating him as he tries to steady his breathing. 

“F-fuck, you sure you want this?”

He looks pained, like he would shatter if he had to stop now, but you also see in his eyes that he’s genuine. That he’s giving you one last out if you want to take it. Fortunately for you both, you don’t want to.

“Yes, p-please Sunwoo?” 

It’s the desperation in your voice that releases something primal in him, the last bit of reserve leaving him as he lifts your thighs with a harsh grip that makes you see stars, aligning his cock against your entrance. He’s careful and slow, which at first you want to cry about, but you quickly realise that he has to be slow or he may hurt you, your body having to adjust to how tight it’s gripping him. 

“G-god, have you never been fucked before?” 

“Not like t-this,” your mouth hangs open, eyes shut as he feels his possession of you grow, and it does things to him knowing that it’s only him that’s got you squeezing around his cock like it’s your first time. 

“There you go,” the praise makes you whimper again, clenching around him and Sunwoo nearly sees stars when he realises how much you like to be praised and told you’re good for him. 

He feels like you’re cursing him straight to hell with the thoughts you’re giving him, something primal in him awakening, leaving him barely able to wait for you to let him move. 

“P-please, m-more,” the open door has been forgotten the second Sunwoo lifts you off his cock before slamming into you, making you nearly scream in pleasure though he muffles it with his hand, alarmed though not near enough to have him stop. He doesn’t think he can, not with the way you feel around him, meeting the thrusts of his hips halfway as you bounce on his cock. 

“S-Sunwoo, m-more,” he groans, eyes falling between the way he disappears inside you and your lips, and he knows he can never return to seeing you the way he did before, not now that he knows he’s gotten his hands on you. 

“I want you to belong to me,” it should maybe be alarming, to hear him lay claim on you like this, but to you it’s the sexiest thing anyone’s said to you, and honestly, you know you already do. 

“F-fuck, yes,” your movements quicken, his hand finding the base of your neck, just to grip onto you but not adding any pressure, but the action is enough to urge you on, like you want to do more for him and he hisses at the way your wrapped around him so tight and willing. 

“Good, y-you do so good,” Sunwoo feels like he’s burning, gripping both your hips when he feels you lose control at his praise, keeping you in place with a vice hold that might even bruise, and you know you’re going not going to last. Not when you see the way his eyes are glazed over and never leaving you, his hair clinging to his forehead and his muscular chest moving rapidly as he breathes.

“Sunwoo, I-”

“I k-know baby,” his voice is smooth, but his pace is feverish and rough, and his neck presents itself to you just as the scale tips and you’re releasing your orgasm, biting into the skin of his shoulder to hide your pleasured screams of his name, the cries and the pathetic way he makes you whimper and see stars. 

The pressure and pain from your teeth and knowing why you bit him just as you grip his cock harder inside your walls has him spilling his cum into you before he can properly warn you, but you don’t seem to mind at all as his lips fall to your shoulder, muffling his own breathing as you both come down from your high. 

His hands find your back, nails grazing the skin gently before he’s just holding you in his arms, wincing slightly from the way you’re stimulating his cock even now, but when he tries to pull away from you, you grip onto him tighter. 

“P-please,” he nearly wants to cry, head falling back against the headboard as he looks up, trying to collect himself and maybe even think about what he’s just done. But all that runs through his mind is how you’re keeping him in place, gripping him, whimpering and willing and his, and he’s forgetting every possible consequence to his insane actions. 

“I’m a dead man,” you laugh, properly for the first time in a while and it makes him smile, and as much as he wants to keep you over him, to fill you up, he’s also a little more than relieved when you fall next to him because he’s not sure he could’ve handled the overstimulation any longer without being the one to beg. 

“So is Changmin,” even if your best friend will likely ask you questions, and likely throw it in your face that he did you a favor, you still very much want to kill him. Sunwoo chuckles, brushing his fingers against your shoulder gently, and the way his eyes are watching you so softly now makes your head spin.

“Kim Sunwoo, put your fucking clothes on or I will drag your naked ass out anyway, you’re dead,” both of you tense, simultaneously looking to the ajar door, though you can’t actually see Juyeon, you just very much know he’s there. You guess it could be considered kind of him to not just barge in, but it almost makes you more embarassed because if he’s not walking in, he knows exactly why he shouldn’t and there’s no way out for either of you.

You expect Sunwoo to be more ashamed or worried, but he sends you a cheeky grin and kisses your forehead before stumbling over to his discarded grey sweats. 

“Well, guess I have to go princess,” and while you’re left blushing, incredibly embarrassed, his bashfulness makes you smile, even when you know that Sunwoo is very much screwed. 

“Y/N, you too. Now.”

And so are you. 

waiting to be chased for the open ending but it just wasn’t important to the story to add what happens there so... 

anyway thank you to everyone for reading, commenting and liking my work even while i was gone :) there will be more cause like i said... moonbae threesome and juyeon hands whoops

on a rather serious note though, please do not plagiarise my damn work. i spend hours on it and while i was grateful to be tagged and made aware of what was happening to me and other writers, it really makes it hard to even have motivation to write and dedicate that time if someone just takes it. i understand similarities in ideas because that happens (like please, as if i’m the first to do brothers best friend), but to copy paste is just beyond disrespectful and i’m tired of it. 

tbz masterlist

[formulateez]

1:32am | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

genre: literal pwp, except there is minimal plot, random horny hour drabble prompt(s): "i'm going to fill you up so good and make you mine." and "someone's going to hear us!" summary: classic fwb troupe where y/n and oscar try to fit in a quickie during a sleepover with their mutual friends asleep in the rooms next door word count: ~520

requested?: no, teehee, but i got faded than a hoe a few nights ago and wrote this at like 5am and it's been sitting in my drafts for a little bit because i've been too scared to post it LMFAO there also isn't enough op81 content so i wanted to add to it :) but, please reblog and leave feedback !! (but pls be nice otherwise i will cry)

extras: banners made using template by @/cafekitsune !!

"Oh-fuck, Oscar-" You choke out, your hands running through Oscar's hair as his lips found all the spots that draw out heavenly sounds from you. “Please, Oscar, someone’s going to hear us!” You fail to sound stern as the Australian continues to ravage your neck.

“Fine with me, ‘cuz I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he mutters out in between each kiss that he trails down your front.

It had been a couple weeks since you and Oscar originally made a special friendship agreement. You had invited him over one night to watch a movie or two, and the night ended with his face lodged between your thighs.

Oscar’s mouth and free hand occupy themselves with your nipples, while you buck your hips up to grind against him. “Oh shit, please.” Your plead leaves your lips softly as you ache for him to give you more.

“Please what, baby? Am I making you feel good, hmm?” Oscar hums as he continues to suck on your nipple, while he’s flicking your other nub between his fingertips. “Wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.“

“Yes, yes- fuck, yes. Please, Oscar, more-“ your pleads earn you a slight chuckle out of the guy above you as his fingers find their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“Quite talkative for someone who’s worried about being heard, don’t you think?” His lips are leaving faint marks along your collarbone and the tops of your boobs. Man, does he love seeing the very faint marks peek through the lower cut tops that you often wear during the summer. “You want more? Tell me what else you want, doll.”

As his fingers dip into your waistband, they start to lightly brush over your core as another soft, yet sharp, moans leaves your lips. You grab what you can of his hair and lightly tug him upwards to meet face to face with him. “Fuck- please fuck me, Oscar.”

“Yeah?” Oscar draws his hand out of your shorts as he starts to tug them down, along with your underwear before he throws them off to the side. “You want me to fuck you, hm? Is that what my pretty girl wants?”

“Yes, Oscar, please,” you breathe out, lightly tugging on the hem of his shirt, wanting less barriers between the two of you. “Want you inside me, so bad.”

It doesn’t take long before both of you finish undressing each other, and his lips are finding themselves attaching to your neck once again. His tip is just barely teasing your entrance and he continues to work his way all over your neck and chest.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good and make you mine, princess.” Oscar groans into your ear as he slowly starts to push himself into you, enticing the sweetest of moans from your lips as you savor the feeling of Oscar filling you up as promised.

You both were, in fact, not quiet enough, as Lando was tortured with faintly hearing both of you moan. He quickly threw on his noise-canceling headphones, making a mental note to clown the both of you the next morning.

[koisuko]

Is it alright if I request mk1 characters with a reader who is a black panther, tiger or lion? Platonic, of course.

Lost motivation for this one, and it’s been sitting in my drafts for a million years so I’ll only do these three fellas.

TW: potential mentions of animal mistreatment, gn reader, slight gore

ft: Liu Kang, Raiden and Kung Lao

Liu Kang

Being a god, he had seen his fair share of unusual things, big and small, yet even this took him by surprise. Walking through the woods near the Wu Shi Academy, his bright glowing eyes took in the serene environment around him, centering his mind and relieving the stress simultaneously.

It wasn't long before he was stopped in his tracks, a bewildering sight before him, a sleek black panther. Your fur bristled down your back, your ears folded as you bared your sharp canines to him in fear. Your fur was slightly tinted red, flesh wedged between your teeth, and a brown leather strap circled your neck. A now broken chain connected to a loop in the collar, a gash severed your side in your fight for freedom. You were once a pet, a toy, your existence solely for the entertainment of humans, your mother slaughtered in front of you and your siblings sold at auctions. You were subjected to cruelty, the sick treatment of your kind made your stomach churn, you weren't about to let it happen again.

You bared your teeth once more, a deep guttural hiss left your throat, this human was strange, his eyes bright like headlights. If you weren't so afraid, you would be curious, his aura felt..safe, comfortable, yet you didn't let up on your defenses. You didn't dare move, the gash on your side stinging and irritated. Dirt festered the wound further from your earlier scuffle with your captors.

The human put his hands up, kneeling down to your level with a smile. He didn't move forward yet strangely, he didn't run away in fear. You nearly gave in to your curiosity, but the memories of similar behavior from your captors only to be met with betrayal lingered in the back of your mind, freezing you in place. Your hissing ceased, your breathing still rapid, reflecting your inner battle and fear for your life.

“I mean you no harm.” Just his voice in itself brought you a small amount of peace. Slowly, you stepped closer towards him. Your nose held high to sniff the scent carried through your nostrils from the gentle breeze of the forest. He didn’t smell like your captors, no, quite the opposite. Sensing your unease, he stood, taking a small step back. “Come, let us tend to those wounds.” As he began retreating where he came, you followed silently behind.

Raiden and Kung Lao

“No way, that has to be a beetle!” Kung Lao brought his finger to point at the small bug, having harshly removed it from its cozy home while farming. “Look at that, see?” He gestures to the shiny bit on the back, “definitely a beetle.” Raiden rolled his eyes at his antics, “we have more important things than this debate, Kung Lao.” He tilts his head, raising a brow at his best friend. “Oh come on Raiden, just admit that I’m right,” Kung Lao brought one hand to sit on his hip, while the other gripped the hoe, leaning his weight on it slightly. Raiden didn’t even entertain the idea. Instead, he simply rolled his eyes before resuming his vigorous harvest of cabbages.

Kung Lao had a witty reply at the tip of his tongue, ready to further irritate his friend. Until a sudden commotion reached their ears, causing them to perk up and look to eachother with confusion. In the center of the village, a crowd had formed. Various villagers stood in a circle with their arms raised in defense at the thing in the center of it. Children who were once playing, now cower inside their homes. “What’s going on here?” Raiden asked, a villager running in fear had stopped to answer him, “tiger!” Perplexed, the two men looked to each other before pushing their way through to the center. The villager certainly wasn’t lying, there in the center of the group was a tiger, whipping around with massive teeth bared in defense. Its ears were flattened, stature low as if ready to run at any moment. It didn’t seem to be looking to hurt anyone, more like it looked afraid and confused.

Raiden and Kung Lao pushed further towards the center, standing before you with outstretched arms and palms foreword to convey their means for peace. “Everyone stand back,” Kung Lao ordered, not once taking his eyes off you. They didn’t look at you in fear, their eyes wide in both shock and awe. What a magnificent creature, Raiden thought to himself while he admired your stripes and fearsome display. The group surrounding you slowly became more sparse and spaced out, easing your stress only a little. You brought your focus to the two in front of you, another guttural warning sent their way. “It is okay, we mean you no harm,” Raiden took a small step towards you, hoping that if you were to run away from him that it would be in the direction of the nearby forestry. You were not hurt, but had followed a goat towards the village and had been found by terror ridden villagers. Their shrill shrieks and shouts had coaxed you away from your home and unfortunately, right in the center of human territory.

You never had a good relationship with humans. The last experience being trapped in a cage, poked and prodded until you snapped at them, only to be punished for such behavior. A interaction burned into your brain, forever tainting your view on such beings. They took another slow step, causing you to tense up and hiss aggressively, the hairs on your back bristling. “Hey, we want to help, we won’t hurt you,” Kung Lao uttered, he kept his hands up and held a submissive posture. Raiden followed suit, mirror Kung Lao to, in theory, say they mean no harm in a language you understand. You took a second to glance to your right, where you could see the luscious greenery of the forest, peeking through two humans stood side by side. All you have to do is wait for the right moment, and bolt for safety between them.

Raiden could see you look, he glanced as well to meet where you were looking. He knew what you wanted, and was willing to help. He pointed slowly towards the two in your way, still keeping a heavy gaze in your direction, “you two, move to the side — slowly.” They did just that, moving at a snails pace to avoid causing you further panic. All the while, you were stiff and still, unsure and frankly, feeling unsafe. Raiden gestured to where you were looking with a steady hand, “we won’t hurt you,” he spoke softly. You stayed completely still for a moment, weighing your options and stalling out of fear. Was this a trick? Humans always play tricks, but what other options do you have?

With a surge of adrenaline, you burst into a sprint towards the entrance to the woods. As you neared, you slowed your pace to a trot before reaching a full stop, just before the entrance to your home. You turned to give one last look to the men. A small huff flaring your nostrils.

Raiden and Kung Lao watched you retreat into the forest, disappearing behind the shrubbery. A smirk played on Kung Lao’s lips, elbowing Raiden in the side, “so, still think it’s not a beetle?”

[mangekyuou]

Hi there~

I just finished reading your rules and you're a UNI STUDENT? Lmao me too, I'm majoring in English literature 🙃 yeah i know it's an old-man choice 😭 but at least I enjoy it~

So can i request a NSFW alphabet for my boy Benn?

I don't see a lot of content for him and he's sooo sooooo handsomeee and attractive.

I hope you have a nice day~

⟡    ֺ   𓂂  nsfw alphabet  ,  benn beckman.

✸     cw(s)! . . .  nsfw. gn!reader. me being a beckman stan. not proofread. minors DNI.

✸     notes! . . .  hi !! that's so cool you're majoring in english literature !! i was always interested in literature, but i could just never sit down and read or try to analyze anything. it was never my strong suit lol. so kudos to you !! thank you for requesting !! <33

!! i would also like to say that i don't really do nsfw alphabets, but i have made an exception for this one and the other one in my drafts bcuz i didn't state it earlier. PLUS i'm a beckman and shanks stan lmaooo

A — AFTERCARE. [ what they’re like after sex. ]

aftercare is truly his favorite part. he takes his time carefully getting you all cleaned up and comfortable. benn is definitely a cuddlebug :>. he loves cuddling with you after sex. there's nothing better than laying down next to you, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing your head, and falling into the world of dreams.

B — BODY PART. [ their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s. ]

he hasn't thought much about himself. he doesn't even really have an answer at first. but he thinks his arms are nice. all the more strength to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

benn loves ALL of you. don't ask him to pick a favorite part of you. he refuses to give you one answer, no matter how much you beg him. unless you start to pout, his ultimate weakness. he loves your thighs. he's a thigh and ass guy. nine times out of ten, you know he's in the mood just by how long he's touching your thighs

C — CUM. [ anything to do with cum. ]

he loves filling you to the brim with his cum, watching it slowly leak out of you only to use his thick fingers or his dick to stuff it back inside. all with a "be a good baby and hold it for me, yeah?"

D — DIRTY SECRET. [ self-explanatory. ]

nothing runs through his mind like you in a maid outfit since you wore one as punishment for losing a card game. the red-haired pirates are so damn cruel. the image has never left his head, and along with it came his dirty thoughts

the thought of you bending over to better reach a spot to dust, the short skirt of your tight uniform riding up to show off your ass. the thought of your purposely spilling something on him to get him out of his clothes. the thought of you on your knees in front of him, eagerly awaiting his next command, asking him how you may be of assistance. fuck he needs you in a maid outfit so bad

E — EXPERIENCE. [ how experience are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

benn has been around the block many of times. he has plenty of experience. i wouldn't call him a hoe...but he's had quite a few lovers in the past. mostly one night stands. he knows what he's doing and how to pleasure you

F — FAVORITE POSITION. [ self-explanatory. ]

he's a pretty classic man. he loves the cowgirl(boy) position. there's nothing that makes him cum harder than you riding him to your heart's content. oh and please do wear a cowboy hat, treat him like cattle, call him a few names, he's putty in your hands. when he comes, put your hat over his pretty face

G — GOOFY. [ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? ]

benn is very talkative in the bedroom. he's always talking, whether it's praising you or his favorite teasing you. hell, there are even some moments where he's so unserious. telling you about some stupid shit that happened on the red force that day, while kissing down your chest. or when he's settled deep inside of you, not moving, and will stop to have a full-on conversation. like what are you doing ??

H — HAIR. [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? ]

it's wild and grey. his pubes are a little wavy. he doesn't particularly care much about shaving. now if you ask him to trim up a little, he will definitely do so and will make it a habit

I — INTIMACY. [ how are they in the moment, the romantic aspect? ]

benn is a very romantic man. there is not a single time when he doesn't make you seem like the luckiest person in the world. he puts his ALL into loving and cherishing you. he takes his time with you. worshipping your body from head to toe, not missing an inch. bringing you to your high again and again, singing praises to you, how well you're doing, how much he loves you

J — JACK OFF. [ masturbation headcanon. ]

benn doesn't jack off as much as he did when he was younger. the times when he is in the mood, you are usually not too far and more than happy to help. however for the few times, you aren't around, he's sitting slouched in a chair in your shared room, his hair all over his face, he was anything but his usual calm and collected self. shallow breaths and low whispers of your name leave his lips, as he desperately tries to reach his high, imagining his hand as yours

K — KINK. [ one or more of their kinks. ]

he definitely has a praise kink. even before the two of you got together, you likely picked up on his praise kink. he loves the effect it has on you. role play, he's a freaky old man. as i said earlier, he loves the thought of you in a maid outfit, this definitely extends to other things. sexy secretary, sexy nurse, you name it. HE'S WAY INTO HIS ROLE. especially if you're taking a dominant role ?? WHEW

L — LOCATION. [ favorite places to do it. ]

he's not all that into public sex. does not want anyone else to see you, other than that one time. he prefers to keep your sexy times in the bedroom. nothing beats your bed

M — MOTIVATION. [ what turns them on, gets them going? ]

it doesn't take much to get him going. you could just wrap your arms around his waist from behind, and kiss up his shoulder, and he's all yours for the evening. or when you smack his ass and run down the hall. he swears he hates it, but who is he kidding? when he does catch up to you, you're in for it

N — NO. [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs. ]

anything that could possibly hurt you. nope. never. nada. zilch. he can't do it. he couldn't do humiliation either. anything that is not making you feel amazing and beautiful, he's not doing

O — ORAL. [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. ]

definitely a giver and is the fucking best at it. he prides himself on his ability to make you cum multiple times with his mouth alone. he could spend hours between your legs if you'd let him. hooking his strong arms around your legs, you're not going anywhere until he's had his fill. but you'll be a good baby and take it, won't you?

running your hands through his grey locks only encourages him further. your moans and breaths are a melody he'd never get tired of hearing

he does love seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. he loves when you take your time, licking up a stride up his shaft, the tip of your tongue circling the blushing red head of his tip, before slowly taking him into your mouth. eye contact the entire time !! he loves that shit

P — PACE. [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

benn is definitely more on the slow and sensual side. he wants you to feel him, every inch of him enter you as he fills you to the brim every time he thrusts into you. and he wants to feel all of you, as he closes his eyes and stuffs his face into your shoulder, alternating between leaving open-mouth kisses and love bites

Q — QUICKIE. [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

he's not a quickie guy. maybe when he was younger but quickies don't satisfy him anymore. it doesn't give him the chance to fuck you properly

R — RISK. [ are they game to experiment, do they take the risks, etc. ]

he'll experiment for you. he'll willing to try some things at least once if you'd like to try them. however, it's not likely to suggest something. he knows what he likes and what he doesn't, he's not sure that's really going to change at this point

S — STAMINA. [ how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? ]

benn can go for a few rounds, which are not usually his plan. he usually plans for one long round. but the cuddle session after the first round a lot of the time turns into another around. he's not complaining though. give him a little smoke break and he's back at it

T — TOY. [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

he doesn't have a problem with toys, he just doesn't really use them. he prefers using his own equipment if you catch my drift. but he definitely doesn't mind using them on you if you asked

U — UNFAIR. [ how much they like to tease? ]

now he doesn't see it as teasing. but it's definitely teasing. his teasing is very playful. the way he just walks up to you at the poker table and whispers what he's going to do to you tonight if you win...and he expects you to sit there and be calm. you better win.

or when you sit in his lap and his large calloused hands caress your thighs, inching closer and closer to your core. he notices the way you take in a sharp breath, only to stop touching you altogether. he knows exactly what he's doing and what effect he has on you

V — VOLUME. [ how loud they are, what sounds they make. ]

benn is not quiet by any means. he's very talkative in the bedroom. always teasing you or giving you praise. he is an occasional groaner. groaning your name and swears into your ear

W — WILD CARD. [ random headcanon. ]

shanks has definitely watched you and benn fuck before. it was one time and it'll never happen again. now the captain of the red haired pirates did nothing wrong, at first. the next day, roo had asked shanks where he disappeared off to and he made a joke saying "watching the taming of a stubborn bull", earning a laugh from you. he is no longer allowed to watch

X — X-RAY. [ what’s going on under those clothes. ]

listen to me and listen to me well. definitely a shower, not a grower. 7-8 inches, slightly curved to the right and upwards. uncut. above average girth. a few veins, but there's one very prominent long vein that stretches from the underside of his dick all the way around to the top. slightly darker than the rest of his body BUT there are lighter patches of skin on and around his tip

Y — YEARNING. [ how high is their sex drive? ]

don't really see his drive being that high. definitely lower than average. but hey, he's not gonna say no to some sweet lovemaking.

Z — ZZZ. [ how quickly they fall asleep afterwards? ]

aftercare is literally his favorite part, so you bet it's going to be a while before he actually falls asleep. he has to get you all cleaned up and comfortable. finally, he pulls you in for cuddles. he waits until you're asleep before falling asleep himself

© MANGEKYUOU  —  do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[teenagedirt]

can you write something about sam comforting/protecting reader when she gets scared while exploring haunted places? thanks <3

I'm right here.

Sam X fem reader

Note: I set this where they went to the conjuring house for a week,the video isn't out yet, so I have no idea what really happened, just coming up with it.

Your pov

I nervously shuffle into the house, clutching Sam's hand as if it was my anchor to the earth and if I let go I'd float away. They film the intro like normal, thanking everyone for 10 million subs. I was quiet, the feeling of this place threw me off. Made me feel uneasy, naturally of course with all the stories and evidence surrounding the haunting that took place here. "I think we should start with the spirit box" sam chimes in.

"We just got here like fifteen minutes ago, already?" I ask, sam had begged me to come, so I caved in and tagged along. I was regretting that decision, I should have just stayed home.

"Yeah. We need to get as much evidence as possible" he replies, colby still walking around in circles, as if he were looking for something, he assures us he's not, but it sure looks like it.

"Fair enough" I sit down internally freaking out as the spirt box spits out random words and phrases.

None if them catch my attention, until this string of words. "Death is....coming" I look at them both, a look of fear on my face, sam grabs my hand gently, assuring me it's okay.

"Hoe us this trip already seem like such a bad decision" I say, staring into Sam's eyes.

"Who is death coming for" cokby asks, despite my protests.

"Death, morbid, pain, for, y/n" it spits out the words fairly quickly.

The reality of what the poece of equipment had said sinks in. I stand up, shoving my chair away. "NO, NO WHAT, SAM I CANT" I'm freaking out. I knew that I was going to be criticized for my reaction but the viewers. But unlike sam and colby, I wasn't used to this, so I figured my response was natural and reasonable. "It said my name, are you kidding me. I've never been here, this doesn't make sense. I jnow I'm overreacting, but oh my God, I can't."

Sam's eyes are full with sympathy, I can tell he feels bad. "Hey, hey, it's okay, calm down. It's okay. Sometimes spirits wanna mess with us, that's all. It's okay y/n" he says, I try to calm down, it wasn't working very well, but I looked calm enough on the outside.

"Okay...I'm fine. I'm sorry I just got freaked out" I was really apologizing to the viewers, so maybe they would completely be infuriated by me.

The rest if the night sam payed close attention to me. It was now around four in the morning, I didn't really understand why we stayed up so late, considering we had an entire week to investigate. "Hey...are you okay, wince the spirit box thing you've been jumpy." He asks, I only nod. He sighs, "it's okay to be scared, your not used to this, me and colby are, and hell when we get scared, come here" he says, I hug him tightly.

"What if, the spirit wasn't just joking around? What if it was serious? This is one place that is undeniably haunted sam" with us still wrapped up in a hug he sighs, looking for the right words.

"Babe. I promise, it wasn't being serious, some spirit trying to pull a prank, it's late enough, let's try and get some sleep. Alright?"

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Sorry this is so short! Hope I lived up up ur expectations!

Slowly working through my drafts/requests.

Next fic: johnnie guilbert X masc reader

[prettyboysun]

choi line as songs on ctrl

choi line as songs on sza's ctrl album bcus that's my favorite album in the world oh lawd.

(this has been sitting in the drafts for more than 3 months dw tae and kai I’ll come back for y’all <3 warnings: cursing, crying, fwb!yeonjun is a warning in itself, angst in beomgyu n yeonjuns, I just had to mention that soobin likes to get his hair pulled LOL

lyrics/references are bolded in the text!

yeonjun - drew barrymore you lay undressed in yeonjuns arms. savoring the presence of his warm body and perfectly sculpted hands rubbing and massaging at any places that might've been sore from his rough endeavours with you. you rolled over with a small grunt upon hearing your phone notification go off. "sorry junnie, gotta go" you began to sit up and search for your scattered clothes after checking your phone. yeonjun propped himself up with one elbow, watching you as you began to get dressed. "is it one of your other hoes?" he asked playfully with a smirk on his face. you snort at his comment. "I wish. you're forgetting I don't pull as much as you do, choi yeonjun." you say with a playful emphasis on his name. "awww it's okay, I know I'm your favorite." yeonjun sighs as he closes his eyes and cozies up into bed again. you immediately laugh incredulously and tell him to shut up. the fact that you couldn't even deny it just slightly scared you.

✵ "can't you just stay the night?" "you know I can't y/n" yeonjun runs his fingers through his hair. you could tell he was getting frustrated from you constantly trying to keep him for the night. "it's because you're going to see them aren't you." you manage to squeak our as you look to the corner of the room, biting at your bottom lip from embarrassment. damn you and your jealousy. you could see yeonjuns back pause his movements for a second before going to collect the rest of his things. you thought he was going to ignore your question and leave. "it's none of your business y/n" he says to you right before shutting the door and leaving. what hurt you more than his words was the cold expression he had on his face. yeonjun was usually full of sarcasm and smiles. ✵ your lips crashed onto yeonjuns as soon as the two of you cornered the empty hallway. he kissed you back but had to slowly pull you away after a while. "woah... y/n what's up? I thought you wanted to talk about something?" you had forgotten you even made that excuse in the first place in order to get yeonjun away from the girl that was seemingly prettier and more popular than you. but looking into yeonjuns eyes you could see genuine worry in them as he scanned your face to discover any signs of discomfort. despite only being friends with benefits, yeonjun always knew how to take care of you. you took a few hesitant steps back, it was dawning upon you about how unfair you were to yeonjun. you had wasted his time and lied to him. you knew that yeonjun didn't want anything serious, and you agreed to that too. it was all so frustrating, why did your feelings have to get in the way? you would gladly hide your feelings if it meant to be with yeonjun longer, but as time passed it was getting harder and harder to, and even harder on you and your feelings. your body thumped back into the opposite wall of him. you tried to blink away the tears and compose yourself but that only made them come out even faster. you attempted to wipe them away with the back of your hands. "woah woah y/n what's wrong? tell me." he took your hands away from your face, encouraging you to look up at him. looking into his worried eyes only made you feel worse though. you pathetically pushed his hands away and brought your own back to your face, looking to a random place on the ground to avoid Yeonjun seeing your crying face. "i'm what's wrong." you managed to speak out, still avoiding looking at him. "sorry i'm so clingy I didn't mean to be--" you let out a weak chuckle into your wrist: laughing at your stupidity. "actually… i'm sorry jun I'm just a stupid inconvenience who caught feelings for you even when I said I wouldn't." you say to him smiling through your tears.

soobin - normal girl how you even managed to be with the shy (not so much anymore), cute and angel of a soobin still baffled you and many others. even for the 6 months you guys have been dating. you had thought you were so far from his type that you unknowingly friend-zoned him for months; something that he still whines about till this day. ✵ "aghh-" soobin winces when you pull at his now disheveled hair. you were on your knees hovering over his lap, causing him to have to look up at you. "you're so mean to me" he pouts and moves both his hands to securely hold at your hips and bring you closer to him. "shut up. you like it when I'm aggressive." you see pink rise to his cheeks and you lightly push at his forehead with your pointer finger. "binnie should've known better than to wrestle with me for the remote." you say with faux sympathy and a pitying pout before sticking your tongue out at him.

“please? just one episode?” he gives puppy eyes from under you. if you weren’t so tired of jujutsu kaisen you would’ve fallen for them. you cover his face with both of your palms and shut your eyes so you wouldn’t be tempted by his face.

“no! I’m tired of anime!” ✵ "what if they don't like me? or just think I'm some basic girl? i don't know bin." you frown in worry but soobin squeezes your hand in reassurance for the 4th time that day. "don't worry love, I'm so proud of you." he gives you a peck on the cheek. "and i know they'll be proud of you too." another on your other cheek, "i promise." and lastly one on your lips. soobin saying his parents would be proud of you was an understatement. the whole night soobin bragged about you like you were worthy of being a noble peace prize winner and his parents coddled you like you were the child they hadn't seen for months instead of soobin. you were grateful for being the star of so much love and attention but even more grateful when soobin offered you the chance to escape for a bit to visit his childhood park with his 4 year old nephew. soobins introvert tendencies definitely rubbed off on you. you walked hand in hand with soobin on the right side of you closest to the street and his nephew on your left. his nephew swung your arm wildly high with his and soobin following along with the action not long after made you giggle in amusement. soobin looked too cute pouting all night because of his one-sided beef with his nephew having a 'crush' on you. "ok that's enough! my arms about to fall off!" you discreetly whisper to soobin on your right. you didn't want to hurt his nephews feelings and it hurt more when a 6ft giant was doing it. soobin let out huffs and puffs at your words. ✵ "waaahhhh!" soobin's nephews cry could be heard from across the playground. the two of you rushed over to him from sitting on the bench. "awwww. what happened?" soobin comforts the crying boy who was sitting on the ground poorly wiping away his tears. "they- they said I can't play with them and and threw the ball at me!!" he points a finger at the group of boys his age just a few feet away that were sending mean glares. "that's it." you brushed the dirt off your knees and made your way over to the boys. since the three of you arrived they were constantly messing with the poor boy. giving them a lecture and threatening to tell their moms eventually got them to apologize to soobin's nephew. the two boys who accompanied you to the park were equally in awe of your actions. at the end of the night when you were saying goodbye to his family soobin feels a tug at his sleeve and looks down to see his nephew. "uncle binnie, can y/n be my girlfriend too?"

beomgyu - garden (say it like dat) you fucking hated your roommate beomgyu. even just the sight of him minding his own business made you want to jump on him and pull at his hair. he was convinced otherwise that you were obsessed with him. "I will literally drop-kick you beomgyu." you stood at the door of his room, glaring at him. "good evening to you too y/n, the weather's looking nice today" you scoffed at his audacity to not even spare you a glance and him spouting his usual nonsense just made you even more pissed. his hands were busy with a controller, and his eyes stuck on the screen of his monitor. you were never one to have anger issues but when it came to beomgyu you swore he must've offended you greatly in your past lives. "you motherfucker I wrote my name on the last hot pocket!" you screamed in rage and swung his pillow at his head with all your might. ✵ "back already? did you get stood up or some-" beomgyu wishes he would have looked at you first before speaking. he turned around to be met with your figure soaked in rain water and head hanging low as you softly shut the front door. he was speechless as he watched you weakly kick your shoes off and slowly make your way to your room. beomgyu finally musters up the courage 5 minutes later to softly knock at your door. when he gets no answer after a while he opens it cautiously and finds you curled up into a ball on the floor, sitting against your bed and hugging your knees to your chest. you hadn't even bothered changing out of your soaked clothes. he couldn't see your face but he could tell you were crying from the way your body slightly shook. you felt a warm fabric wrap around your body and looked up to see beomgyu sitting next to you, propped in the same position. your eyes and nose were tinted red and the previous rain water was now replaced with salty tears. beomgyu couldn't help but feel his heart sting at your furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips, an obvious sign you were crying. "am i that undesirable?" you sniffed and heaved. "i really liked him beomgyu..." you looked down to squint through the pain. you felt a warm hand brush the wet hair out of your face and gently cup the side of your face to look at the boy beside you. "you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. also the funniest, most hardworking, and kindest... except for when you're hitting me with pillows..." you chuckle helplessly at the last part, planting a small smile on beomgyus lips. "that jackass doesn't deserve you at all. so don't ever say you're undesirable. 'cus you're the most desirable person for me and i like you just how you are." red also tinted your cheeks now. maybe staring into beomgyus eyes the whole time was a bad idea. maybe it was a bad idea that beomgyu kept his hand on your cheek because now he wants to feel you even closer. maybe it was a bad idea that you kissed beomgyu on the lips, and a bad idea that he passionately kissed you back. "wow, you must really love me." beomgyu annoyingly mutters after pulling away. ok maybe you were obsessed with fucking beomgyu.

[f1-disaster-bi]

hi!!!! hope you are well!!! paddock hoe lando is my favorite au, and with the recent posts about it (which i loved!!) it got me thinking about how when lando escapes and still has the rope around his wrists, you mention that max is the only person lando trusted to do that with, would you ever write more about the aftermath of the incident/how max and landon’s relationship might have been impacted by that violation? how did it affect them? obvi i feel like it would take a long time for them to ever consider using ropes again, if ever, and even then maybe like silk instead? how did it effect the dynamic between them, having that trust they both had, violated by someone else? weird emotions from max knowing that he had tied lando up and now it’s a place of trauma? sorry for the length but i’ve been thinking about this au so much lately and max/lando is my happy place haha

Never apologise for the length!!! I am so happy to get this ask and see so much love and interest for Paddock hoe au and for Max/Lando in this cause I love their dynamic 🥹

I am so close to writing a second part to that fic. I have like two drafts of it going with @f1-birb. I just need to sit down and actually write it 👀

In that fic, when Lando is found with the ropes and the marks on his wrists and it's Max who sees him first, it definitely shifts their dynamic because Max never wants to hurt Lando and even when they engage in rough play and bandage, they have so many checks and they always discuss it beforehand.

Max is the only one Lando has ever let tie him down or gag him or blindfold him. It's something he feels safe doing with Max, and something they're both interested in. He trusts Max with him being submissive and vulnerable and knows (like with all his partners) Max would never hurt him or cross his boundaries.

And when he shows up like that, they're both shaken.

Lando doesn't really want any type of sexual touch for a while after that. He's still wrapping his head around it. He's dealing with it in therapy, and he's learning slowly to differentiate between good touches and bad touches again because the first time he tried to do something a little sexual with a partner, he froze and panicked and couldn't tell who was touching him.

Even when he gets better, he notices that Max hangs back. Their time together is more cuddling and soft making out and more frottage than sex and while Lando likes that, he's worried he's fucked up and eventually asks Max about it.

"I don't want to remind you of Him" is all Max manages to get out before Lando would be hugging him tight and planting himself in Max's lap because he knew Max was struggling with seeing Lando like that, but he hadn't realised Max was scared Lando would see him differently.

There would be a lot of talking and measuring each other. Lots of Lando promising that this hasn't changed anything about how he sees Max or feels about him because Max would never have done that to him. He knows that like he knows his own body.

It would still take a while before Max and Lando were comfortable doing anything with restraints again. Max even hesitates to pin Lando down when they eventually start having sex again but they make it fun. Lots of teasing words and soft kisses and colour checks and sweet kisses.

Max definetly gets rid of the rope he had and used before. He can't stand the sight of it after seeing Lando so distressed and hurt and he doesn't want something that's meant to be about trust tinged with bad memories so I can see him moving to something different.

The first time he breaks out the padded fluffy handcuffs, Lando laughs so hard he cries but he also smothers Max in kisses because he knows why he has those and he's reminded again of how much his boys love him and care for him.

After that, I can see them using a mix of silks and soft items and maybe padded cuffs that Lando can let himself out of if he wants. It's trail and error, and takes a long time to get back to that space but Max and Lando get there eventually with lots of talking and reassurances from both sides 🥹

[messenger-of-stupidity]

However, Your Mother

Welcome back to another Shaw Mates Group Chat Post that totally hasn't been sitting completed in my drafts for over a month because I forgot to post it nope not at all that would be utterly ridiculous ahahaha

This is pretty short though because my brain has been filled with angst for the past several months and crack isn't really doing much for me atm.

CW: Angel is back on their crack shit but keeps getting rejected, Baabe is living for the gossip, Sweetheart is a bit more active, Sam just wants some normality but he should know better by now fr fr

Actual CW: Crack, Cursing, Shenanigans, GN Listeners, Any gendered terms are purely for the memes and should not be taken seriously in any kind of way.

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Sweetheart: My supervisor is literally dog turds

Angel: i dont know whether to be happy i wasnt first or upset that u didnt say cat litterbox droppings

Baabe: what happened invisi?

Sweetheart: Were circling back to that nickname later. Whats wrong is that theyre making me stay late

Angel: but but 2nites mate nioght

Sweetheart: I know it is thats why Im upset

Baabe: theres only one thing left to do. we cause a error in the computer system and hold their information hostage so that way invisi can sneak out. get it? sneak? cause theyre a stealth? im so funny.

Sam: I knew it was too much to hope that for once this was a normal and legal conversation, and yet I did so regardless. Good lord.

Angel: vamp daddy

Angel: welcome to another episode of davey is gonna kill me

Baabe: whatd you do?

Angel: hol up a sec i need to wait for invisi and vamp daddy to be here

Baabe: if this was discord we could @ them.

Angel: omg it would be so fun to have a mates disc call

Baabe: IT WOULD

Sam: This is the highest level of my tolerance. I don't think I could handle a group call with all of you. Especially without David to monitor.

Angel: davey do be a sexy supervisor vroom vroom

Sam: I'm never going to be able to look at David the same now. Thank you for that.

Angel: yw now where is my invisible hoe

Baabe: imma call them.

Angel: that just leaves vamp daddy and me (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Sam: Oh dear lord.

Angel: nope just me

Sweetheart: Whatd I miss

Baabe: angel fucked up again.

Sweetheart: Oh good

Angel: cool now that everyones here

Angel: how does one get dough off high ceilings and back into the kitchen

Sam: Do I even want to know how you managed that?

Baabe: by asking you have become complicit. congrats!

Sam: Shit.

Sweetheart: Before I tell you I wanna know how tf you managed to do that

Angel: so i was making pizza rite

Baabe: its gonna be a multi text situation. neat.

Angel: and the impulsive urge to yeet that motherfucker at the ceiling with the force of a thousands suns came upon this bitch

Sam: And that should be a lesson in control, kiddos.

Angel: but i couldnt do it in the kitchen because i wasnt in the kitchen

Sweetheart: Then where tf were you

Angel: in davey and me bedroom

Baabe: omg this keeps getting better. i cant wait to tell Ash.

Angel: we have hella high ceilings so i got on the bed and threw the dough at the ceiling

Angel: now its stuck and davey is gonna come home any minute

Sweetheart: I lied I have no idea how to get pizza dough off high ceilings I just wanted to hear the story hehehehe

Angel: ((유∀유|||))

Baabe: all mates are wonderful. all werewolves are awesome (except chrissy all my homies hate chrissy) but Ash is by far the best. <3

Angel: omg i literally luv my house husband

Sweetheart: Disagree what evidence do you have

Baabe: three words invisi.

Angel: i love you

Baabe: no

Angel: rejected by my waifu im never gonna financially recover alexa play the wheels on the bus

Baabe: breakfast. in. bed.

Sweetheart: Three words for you

Angel: i love you

Sweetheart: No

Angel: rejected twice in one day by my waifus alexa play arabian nights

Sweetheart: Crumbs. In. Bed.

Sam: Why was this what I had to come in to?

Angel: sam wont reject me will u vamp daddy

Sam: Without hesitation I absolutely will.

Angel: im literally gonna kms ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

[myewten]

•Hoe Phase: part 3•

This has been in the drafts for MONTHS ‘cause of school so please forgive the mediocreness 

ask box desperately open pls 

Implied that your shorter than them but to be fair theyre all relatively tall so ¯_(ツ)_/¯

"enough with the games and let's just get on with it, we all know where this is headed anyways" you can hear the eagerness in Sunghoon's voice and see where his eagerness was coming from when you looked at his evident hard on. to be honest you were on board with his idea, the teasing that they gave you was already enough for you to soak yourself enough to probably fit two of them in the same hole. you could also sense that the feeling was mutual across the board when you glanced at each one of your hot roommates. Heeseung hummed in agreement at Sunghoon's suggestion before asking for your opinion. "you okay with that, baby?"

 "to be honest with you guys....I don't think I can wait any longer" you stood up to face them as you were confirming that you wanted this to happen. once you were blocking the tv, you turned around and bent over to take of your shorts and gave them a view of your white lacy thong. this left you in your favorite lingerie set that also happen to be your ex's favorite but then don't need to know about that for now. Jay soon stood up to take a closer look at you. he grabbed your face gently and put his fingers on your lips while his other hand snaked around your hips. "You planned this shit. Didn't you princess?"

 "and if I said yes, would that be a good thing or would you punish me?"> "a good thing."

"then my answer is no."

the amusement was evident on Jay's face from your answer so he decided to test everyone's patience by putting you up for a little show. he scrunched his eyebrows at you before guiding his thumb by your lips. you decided to be good for now by opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your eyelashes due to his stature.

 In romance movies, there's always something called the look of love. Jay is sure he has romantic feelings for you since the day he met you. He throws you the look of love everyday without you noticing and it pains him knowing that even now you still think the way he's looking at you is purely lust. Well I mean yes he wants to fuck you right now but he likes to believe that he's a bit better than your other admirers because he has genuine feelings for you. He also likes to lie to himself and think that he's the only man that gets to see that lustful gaze that almost made his heart and balls explode. Quite romantic indeed.

 "stop hogging her so much, there's a line waiting." you didn't even realize that sunghoon got up and stood behind you. he tugged away jay's hands before turning your body to face him and dive his face into the crook or your neck in order to trail kisses on the barren expanse as he whispers his sweet nothings. “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

your knees almost give out if it weren’t for the two men holding and feeling your body up while trapping and almost obscuring the view of you from the two men still sitting on the couch. you gave into jay’s eyes as you feel his hand trail to your ass and slowly hike up your skirt. all while sunghoon continues to leave marks on your barren neck with his sharp canines, making sure that you wouldn’t be able to erase the memory of his touch for a while. 

jay takes a hold of your lips by connecting it with his slightly chapped ones in  a passionate blaze. the feeling of the hands and lips of the men that you’ve lusted over all over you sent a gush of arousal to your core. you suddenly felt another hand crawl up your torso in order to play with your breasts through your bra. your back arches and you lean onto jay’s chest as you feel sunghoon’s sharp nails pull down the garment and play with your sensitive nipples. 

you felt another gush of arousal hit you as you looked in your peripheral and saw the enticing sight of jake palming himself and heeseung clenching his jaw from trying to hold back in doing the same. a guilty feeling washed over you as you felt you weren’t giving the other two the attention that they truly deserved so you decided to take the matters into your own hands.

“wait.” you pull away from jay’s hungry lips and pull yourself away from the two parks and make your way to the center and in front of the two men. you slowly slip off your bra before walking towards jake and taking your rightful seat right on his lap (bulge) with his hands automatically going to grab your ass and pull it apart to show the view to the rest of the men. 

grinding on jake’s bulge made him let out a groan that low-key irritated the rest of your awaiting lovers in envy. your patience wears thin and you reach down to access jake’s pants but his hands stops you before you could. “let me taste you first sweetheart.” he gently gets up and lifts you before putting you down to lay on the couch and gets into his desired position right between your legs. “always wondered what you’d taste like against my tongue” 

like a starved man, jake dives into your pussy through your translucent panties to put his lips on your clit to suck up your arousal. and that was enough to distract you from the peering eyes of your lovers and the fact that sunghoon found his way to you. “mind helping me here, pretty?” you don’t respond but instead pull down his sweats and underwear in one go to reveal his desperate leaking cock that almost hit your face. pale, long, pink tip, and trimmed; just as you’d expect of sunghoon. If you weren’t already drooling from jake’s ministrations towards your poor pussy then you certainly would’ve with the delicious sight of your annoying roommate’s beautiful cock.

“stop gawking and open you’re mouth, slut.” in an instant, you follow the boy’s command but not before trailing kisses along his length and gently sucking the pre-cum that escaped his pinkish tip; lightly teasing him and looking up at the desperate man through your lashes. you felt him take ahold of your hair and you get the signal to finally take the rest of him into your mouth. you were too distracted by the taste of him and the feeling of jake adding his wonderful fingers into his arsenal in attacking your pussy that you don’t hear heeseung get up to go to his room in urgency and jay touching himself to the view of your beauty.

a spawn of asmodeus, he was sure you weren’t human with the way you’ve entranced him and his friends. you were a demon he could not reject nor deny his lust for. you release sunghoon from your mouth due to the oncoming orgasm that was generously provided by jake. eyes rolled to the back of your head and the filthy noise that came out of your swollen lips almost made jay and sunghoon cum on the spot. meanwhile jake was burying his face in between your legs again due to shame; let’s just say he needed some time to get things up and running once again.

having taken pity on you (and so he doesn’t end up like jake) sunghoon decides to let you breathe for a minute. not until heeseung comes back with a bottle of lube at hand.

this was gonna be a long night.

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Dinner time [Kids temp part II - Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader -OS]

Following the suggestion of a reader, here it is a second part where we witness the after-encounter commentary of the Sisters… and so much more.

This had been sitting in my drafts for literal months, but there were some details I really couldn’t work until inspiration hit back again.

I know I often make parallels between cunnilingus and food, but girl, if they gotta eat, they gotta eat.

This story in particular was written mostly for fun and to give a little bit of love to the Sisters, with little glimpse of their everyday life at the Ministry. Enjoy ;)

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Title: Dinner time [Kids Temp part II]

Genre: PWP, smut, explicit, oral sex, sex, nsfw

Pairing: Papa Emertitus IV x F!Reader (Sister of Sin)

Rating: Nc17

Summary: After the first encounter in his office, thanks to a cup of kids temp coffee, Papa requests you to serve dinner in his chambers. You obviously do not neglect the task… and the new bet with your Sister-best friend. Wattpad | AO3 or down here 👇🏻

Fors those who haven’t read the first part: Kids Temp >>> Wattpad | AO3

You run straight to your group of Sister friends, jumping with your brightest grin. 

They are grouped in the cloister, enjoying each other’s company between chores. 

You hug the Sister you had made the bet with, your best friend, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her on the lips. “Do you feel it? That’s the taste of victory!” you chirp with your high-pitched voice. 

“Nooo way!” she screams in response, just as happy as you. “My little hoe!”

“Ah, great, you did it…” you hear Sister Lucy, visibly irritated, "but you know what? I fucked Terzo so many times that you can go fuck yourself.”

“All pre-Copia sisters here fucked Terzo, there's really nothing to brag about.” another sister comments.

"Oh, come on, don't be sad... maybe he was just in a bad mood that day," you try to comfort her. You know she's not really mad at you, only let down because she didn't make it with Copia. You're soon interrupted by the other Sisters.

“Come on, tell us about his cock!”

"And his perfume! Does he really smell that good?"

"He smells like he bathes in Armani every morning..." you confirm, rolling your eyes all dreamy.

"I knew it was Armani!"

"How did you persuade him? He looks so unreachable lately..."

"It was pretty easy, actually. I don't know what worked… I just acted annoying as usual." You shrug. "You just have to insist a bit more, I guess. It's all about keeping the connection."

Another Sister interrupts you again. “But back to the most important thing: the dick.”

“Is he big?”

“Yes! He IS big! And he is soooo good… And he likes deepthroat…”

“All men like deepthroat.”

“Yes but the way he pushes you down is…” again you roll your eyes as you were telling them of a dream “…so demanding.”

"Did you only blow him?"

"Yeah," you say with a little bit of disappointment. "But it was great anyway."

"Well, you made it anyway. Maybe he likes you..." Sister Ania tenderly caresses your hair with the sweetest smile. "Maybe he'll make you his new chosen partner."

You really wish… you feel so in love. 

You decided to join the Clergy after watching the band at a concert, after Copia was proclaimed new Papa. In the dimly lit concert hall, hidden from your oppressive family who had no knowledge of your attendance, you watched in awe Papa Emeritus IV magnifically honoring Lucifer and decided you wanted to spend the rest of your days kneeling before that man. It was your call to escape,  to run away from your family, finding a new, loving one in the other Sisters with a similar background as yours.

To everybody you are still “The little one”, everyone’s child. Much like the other girls who joined the order at a tender age, you sought refuge among the Sisters, forging bonds with those who shared backgrounds akin to your own, supporting each other and sharing fantasies of your favorite Papas, fueled by the tales of the older sisters, who were much more experienced than you but always ready to guide and protect you through their teachings.

You found in sex liberation and power, when you felt ready to experiment with it, and in the Sisters of Sins a new, loving family.

Days are dedicated to the rigors of the Ministry, toiling away at chores and immersing yourself in rituals, masses and daily life of the order. But as the sun dips below the horizon, nights come alive. The dormitories echo with the sound of celebration – parties, orgies, and whispers that stretch into the morning. Here, you all share the common bond of sisterhood, stories from the older ones, and the simple joys of being together.

Among the many sisters, one name reigns supreme: Serena, The Legend. She holds a unique distinction, having been with all the Papas throughout her time. Contrary to common belief, having sex with a Papa wasn't something to be taken for granted. 

Even before the formal inception of the Sisters of Sin order during Secondo's papacy, Serena was already a devout fan. She had followed the band from its humble beginnings in small clubs, led by Primo. During that period, she had been engaged to an insufferable man who only succeeded in making her feel insecure.

Yet, as she found herself chanting those unholy lyrics alongside Primo and a handful of early fans, it was like a clarion call to reclaim her independence. Serena had been one of the earliest to join the Sisters of Sin order. Breaking up with her useless fiancé, she embarked on a personal mission: to find Primo and complete the to-do list of Papas. She tracked him down in the Ministry and managed to sneak into his room one night. 

When asking her how did she manage to fuck with him, given his age, she just responded “Dick didn't work well anymore, but damn me if the man can still use fingers and tongue!”

She had a personal chart of the Papas, which looked like this:

Primo: definitely too old to have a proper fuck, but the best with tongue and fingers.

Secondo: the biggest dick of all. Dominant, strong, perverted. The drawback was that he was often too drunk; a few times, he even drifted off mid-action.

Terzo: a pretty average dick, but totally compensated by his twisted kinks and his romantic ways. He definitely knew how to treat a woman, while he was a total whore with boys and Ghouls. Funniest sex, especially in group, but better not to trust whatever he said during it. He just forgot the moment he came.

Copia: she fucked with him both as a Cardinal and as a Papa; even though she had been one of his selected partners for a bit, she first got the impression he preferred boys, to the point she thought he was just gay. Big dick, a shame he was so shy now. A wasted potential.

Needless to say, Papa Nihil is definitely off-limits for everyone.

You spend nights awake in her dormitory listening, along with the other girls, to her stories and hoping to reach her success and confidence. 

Copia is only the first Papa you had been with.

You love your friends. 

“Have you seen my panties?” One of them is now calling you while you have your hand busy into Cardinal Anthony’s pants. 

“No, honey...”

“A ghoul wants to smell them while we fuck.”

“I haven't seen ‘em, but here, take mine.” you grab the panties on the floor near you and hand them to her, keeping the rhythm of your hand on the cardinal. You know the Ghouls can easily smell the difference but you’re sure that will not be important on that occasion.

“Thank you, love.” and she leans to kiss your temple before leaving with your panties.

The orgies are an integral part of your daily routine. They serve not only to celebrate Satan’s - and yours - lust, but also to strengthen your bonds with your siblings and hierarchy figures, as well as to explore yourselves and your boundaries. 

Although some might say that is a mere exploitation of the Sister’s body, to all of you it is an empowering expression of freedom. Every participant holds absolute autonomy over their bodies and choices. You have the freedom to accept or decline an invitation, to select your partners, and determine the duration of your participation. In this environment, all forms of unions are not only allowed but encouraged. You never felt so safe, and you are grateful you had your first sexual experience there, in a safe and controlled environment.

No longer after, another voice distracts you in the middle of the encounter. 

“Once you’re finished here, take a shower and come to the kitchen.” An older Sister instructs, standing beside you as you ride the cardinal with moderate emphasis.

“Why?” You ask breathkessly.

“He wants you to serve his dinner in his room.”

“Who?”

“The Papa, sweetheart.”

“Papa?!” you burst into the biggest grin.“Yes!” you scream while riding even harder the cardinal under you, “yes!” and the thought of him fills your mind while you lose yourself in the overwhelming orgasm.

Not long later, you stand in the kitchen, fully prepared, patiently awaiting the moment to deliver the tray to his room.

You look down the tray: a salad, some fruits, a yogurt and a juice brick. All cold food. You smirk, your mind already awash with enticing fantasies.

Once more, you find yourself standing before a wooden door, tray in hand. It feels like a déjà vu, but this time, the wooden door leads to his chambers.

Less than an hour before, you had quickly cleaned yourself after the intercourse with cardinal Anthony and had run, still naked, to your best friend, who was blowing a ghoul.

“Papa wants me to serve his dinner!”

She had gestured you to wait one second, her mouth obviously full. Once done, she had just said “What?”.

And you had set another bet. 

This time you needed to come both to win it. Full sex. You couldn’t wait.

Once more, you present the tray to the Ghoul and knock on the door, glad to hear his voice again after months, allowing you to enter.

"Your Unholiness," you greet him, a touch more confident than your last visit but still carrying a hint of insecurity from the time apart. "I've brought your dinner."

"Thank you, dear," he utters, his attention momentarily absorbed by his work at the writing desk. After a few moments, he shifts his gaze toward you. He's donned a pair of reading glasses, which he removes before rising and moving to the grand dining table at the center of the room. The place exudes opulence, adorned with a lavish predominance of gold that glistens with every source of light. 

Everything within it seems so precious, and you can't help but imagine yourself surrendering to Papa's expert hands while leaning on that table, surrounded by all that opulent gold.

He appeared to be busy but you really can't tell with what. He gestures to the table, "Leave it here," he calmly instructs. There's a perpetual aura of solemnity that surrounds him, making you feel small and fortunate if he merely spares a glance in your direction.

You do as instructed, carefully leaving the tray where he indicated. You're now close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne. Today, he's dressed in a somewhat more "casual" manner, wearing a decorated black cassock.

"It's good to have you here again," you express, allowing yourself to inquire, "How was the tour, if I may ask?"

"Very thorough, but successful indeed. We had a very positive response," he replies.

"Me and the other sisters watched some videos… you've been amazing," you share, with a certain admiration.

“Oh, you have? How nice.” you feel relieved to see his little smile again every time he says something. “How is it going here? Did you girls behave well?”

"We had a couple of LaVeyan's rituals, I’ve done the altar once!" you exclaim with excitement.

"Ah, really?" He seems pleased to hear that. "I know Secondo loved LaVeyan's rituals. I'm glad you're carrying on the old traditions."

He then glances at you standing beside the table. "But please, have a seat," he invites. "I don't want you to stand there like that."

Now, you're feeling noticeably more confident. He appears much more approachable than the first time you were alone with him. As you sit at his table, you gather the courage to ask, "How are you, Papa?" but almost immediately wonder if "Papa" might be too informal of a name to use.

However, he doesn't seem to mind. "Content, but tired... hopefully I'll have a little break from my duties now that the first part of the tour is over."

"Time to relax a bit..."

"Yeah... time to relax."

For a moment you stare at each other with complicity, and then you add, "I've known you specifically requested me to bring you dinner..."

“I may have.” he confirms. He rubs his fingers before continuing “You seem like a… colorful distraction to have around.”

You smile, surprised by his tender words. "I'm happy to know you still remember me," 

He smiles briefly and glances away, seemingly a bit embarrassed by his own thoughts. "Sometimes... you came back to my mind during the lonely nights after gigs..."

You can already see where this conversation will lead. "I hope there were good memories."

"You left me with a good memory, indeed."

"You too..." your smile transforms into a smirk. It seems like the time for small talk has come to an end. "...and with a good taste."

“Actually…” and he pauses, as you slowly pull up the skirt on your thighs, progressively folding the fabric in your palms to expose yourself before his eyes, legs slightly apart. He looks down on you, interested, looking away after a few seconds, moving his tongue inside his mouth before continuing, “Well… You really don’t like to wait, little girl.”

You can only smile and bite your lower lip with joyful anticipation. “Why wait when time is already so little…”

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow as if hit by those words. “As I was trying to say, I thought that last time we met, we only focused on me… maybe it wasn’t really kind of me to send you away without some… proper care.”

“That’s very nice of you…” you say. Leaning forward, you add, "May I come closer? This table is so large, it's hard to hear you."

As you stand up, your skirt gracefully falls to your legs. You move to his side, circling the table. Now standing in front of him, you create a smaller space between his chair and the table. He looks up at you, and you continue, "I was impressed by your stage performance, especially with your… fingers… and the thrusts…”

Copia chuckles, recalling the scenes he did during the heatwave of the shows.

"I wonder if you could show me in person..." You take one of his hands from the armrest and guide it lightly to your chest.

“Yes, I like… to use fingers…” and he timidly opens his glove covered hand to caress your breast, softly and hesitant. “I must say… you know how to start a fire.” he considers, pushing his hand on you a bit more, feeling your nipples wake up when he squeezes it, once again letting himself ignite by the growing excitement.

You smirk, looking down at him. You take off his glove, then slide his hand down your torso, until you reach your groin. He massages it through the fabric of your habit, but again you lift up the skirt, and his fingers finally get in contact with your bare skin. He starts by timidly caressing your inner thigh with the back of his index finger, while you start to breath heavily already.

He must find it so easy to casually slide his thumb up and down your clitoris, already wet. The other fingers lightly touching the area of your well lubed entrance. He’s still timid, looking distractly away, but when he looks at what his hand is doing he can’t help but release a heavy breath, his eyes darkening in desire.

You moan, your head rolls back with a step backwards, stopped by the edge of the table. Your hands grab the wood at your sides while you move to sit on it.

He then pulls the chair closer, and you have a silly realization of what he really meant by having you serving his dinner. 

“Can I, sister…?” He asks, looking up at you, his hands already on your thighs.

“I bet you must be hungry…”

A smirk, and he disappears under your skirt to finally start enjoying his meal. You don’t see it but you feel what he is doing. You really feel it, and you remember why you like older men, thinking how many girls they have licked to gain their experience. He really seems the type who doesn’t really know how to start, but once in action he doesn’t hold back at all.

He’s patient, precise, moves his tongue with experienced technique; not in that fast, fidgety way the young priests and Brothers, and even other Sisters, do; his laps are soft, long and warm, just like he was eating a melting ice cream, licking all directions to prevent the cream to slide down… he licks you like he really loves doing it. 

And he loves to delve his tongue deep between your labias and hear you panting while you move your hip towards his face, immersed in the warmth of your thighs.

All of a sudden, he speeds up, and that warm stimulation of his tongue moving quickly on your clitoris makes you almost jump.

You instinctually raise a leg and put your foot on the chair armrest, guided by his hand, gently pushing it to open you up a bit more. 

You need to hold on something so you reach to his head, running your fingers through his now partially silver hair, gently guiding him when you need him to push more against you. The only thing you hear is wet sounds mixed with yours and his soft moans, which makes your whole body pulse and tremble.

At the end, when you start to run out of breath and your leg vibrate for the pleasure, he decides to stop, leaving you breathless and slightly disappointed.

Copia stands up, and that move alone is enough for you to flinch and gasp with anticipation. Despite not being exceptionally tall, he still towers over you, even as you sit on the table, and you look up to him, lips parted, impatient to feel his big hands on your waist and his mouth on you again. That’s what he does, grabbing your waist to pull you closer. In his face now, you catch a glimpse of the fierceness he shows on stage. You are his audience now, and he knows the power he got on you. If he were to ask you to bark, you'd already be on all fours, ready to give him your best performance.

You hope for it a little.

But instead you moan to the sensation of his covered erection against your nude, sensitive skin, while he takes advantage of your open lips to surprise you with a deep, passionate kiss, pushing between your legs even more. You taste yourself on his tongue and lips.

He hesitates for a moment, as if struck by a sudden thought.

"I don't want you to think I'm only using you…," he whispers against your lips, a hint of reconsideration showing on his face.

"You can use me any way you desire," you respond.

"Don't say that," he says softly before kissing you, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

Before you can even expect it, you find yourself heavily panting to the sudden sensation of fulfillment that his two fingers pushed deep inside you provide. His head is hidden on the curve between your neck and shoulder, easily deepening inside you, curving his fingers in search of your point, then going out and in again, faster and faster.

“Please, Papa... I need more…” You manage to whisper with broken voice, following his rhythm with your hips. “Please…” and you remove your cap, finally freeing your hair. He grabs it, pulling you to him for a greedy, wet kiss while his expert fingers keep pushing inside you with no mercy.

Time to take the lead, so you reach his cassock to unbutton it under his curious eyes.

“Oh, Sister…”

You hear him grunting in your ear, muffling his moans through your hair, never daring looking at you while thrusting between your legs, with his cock in your hand.

With a little help he finally slides in, one hand on the table and the other on your hip, gasping and pushing in with all his strength.

The thrusts you had seen him do on stage are now pushing him as deep as he can in you, proving that’s not only stage acting. In a crescendo of your voices, him grunting quietly and you panting like a dying maiden, with high pitches whenever a well assessed thrust mercilessly hits your spot.

In the meantime, you frantically touch yourself on the clit, feeling him reaching his limit. His last pushes, the hips rotation and the crack in his voice give you the adrenaline rush you needed to reach your pick too, and as he greedily slides his tongue between your lips at the end, it is enough to come, resting your head on his shoulder, panting heavily in his ear as the orgasm shakes you for a few moments.

He holds you even tighter in his last spasms, feeling his desperate grip on your back, his hips tiredly moving for the last time before climax shakes his entire body, exhaling one last, exhausted grunt, leaning his neck over your shoulder.

“Wow…” you can only say, trying to catch your breath again. “You should spend more time with us… you’d make all us Sisters so happy.”

He shooks his head, chuckling “I’m not Terzo or Secondo…” he says with a tired smile “And you Sisters certainly have way more productive ways to spend time…” he finally falls on the chair, relaxing his limbs on the armrests while you fix yourself up. 

If you could see his cheeks tinged with a light pink beneath the paint, you might notice how he appears even more tender, regardless of his role and age. “I’m not what I used to be anymore, I’m afraid you girls are way out of my league now, eheh.” and that little jiggle while he brushes his hair back with his hands reminds you how much you love him.

He takes the plate of salad and positions it in front of him on the table once you get down. Some leaves have fallen onto the tray, and the juice box now rests on the side. He doesn't even look at you as he distractedly asks, “So, did you win this bet too...?”

Voices really run fast through the Clergy.

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Premiere

Letitia Wright x Interviewer Black Fem

Summary:You were going Interview Letitia about a new movie she started in. While you interviewd her you felt tension and her gaze following your body .

Authors Note:Most likely I was a lazy person like i normally am and did not re read this.this been in my drafts for like a month

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Backstory

You where a well known interviewer. 2 weeks ago you heard that Letitia started in a movie and it had a premiere . You asked and got permission from your boss to go. Tonight was that night to meet Letitia.

Present

You where ready for your limo to get here you couldn’t wait out side in the cold anymore . You had a long slit down your thigh and no sleeves and.Youu had a black short furry coat on top but it wasn’t doing anything.

(Outfit idea ,imagine whatever)

“Can they hurry up damn it’s cold out here “ you say getting anxious. You start to call to call your boss.

“Are they coming “ you say heavy in to the phone

“They should pull up anytime soon” you boss says being unfazed

“You need to tell them to hurry this coat isn’t helping” you say annoyed.

“Alright ill get them to handle it” you boss says as she hangs up the phone .

You started to rub your legs together while you were standing .It was a little warmth for your body but you still where still shivering. “Can they hurry sometimes being a bad bitch can have its down sides” you say mumbling to your self .

The limo hunks it’s horn “Took it long enough got me shivering my ass off” you mumble as you get in the limo

You check your phone to see the time."I'm finna be late than a bitch" you mumble. "Driver we need to be there in 15 minutes you think we gon make it” you ask the limo driver “Yeah sit back in finna wip this hoe” you laugh and sit back . The limo driver started flying through traffic I mean he understood the assignment.

You made it the movie premiere at the exact time .You get out the limo and you walk to driver side .”Here’s a tip for getting me here in time “ you had him 100 dollars from your purse . “Thank you I’ll see you after the premiere “ he says accepting the money. You leave the limo and make your way to the red carpet.

You pose for some pictures and you get ready to interview with cast .You make your way around the cast .”Is it ok if I interview you guys together and one by one “ You ask as your standing looking at the group of cast standing . “Yeah that’s fine “ a voice says softly. “Who would like to go first“ you ask questioning them. “I'll go “ tish says. She was wearing a black suit that fitted her body perfectly. She had her grills on and took her glasses off.

“I'm guessing it was like some memo of like the color black and something but you know Im kinda on memo “ you say laughing at the

“How was it like filming February 14th,” you ask wondering. “It was an experience and I believe that many people will enjoy the love story between the two characters,” she says expressing a smile. “Will work with this cast again?” you ask her. “Oh definitely they're funny and you know their kind, “ Tish says doing a slight laugh. “Thats good to hear “ you respond you start thinking of more questions.”What was your favorite song on the soundtrack recently you have been posting about it a lot “ you say you where pretty nervous talking to her but you kept your cool. “It would have to be Ex Kiana Ledé Even though it was made before the movie it just makes sense for the movie “ she responded that was also your favorite song. “Well I guess that's a wrap because the other questions I feel like are kinda iffy “ you explain to tish hoping she would understand. “You can ask the questions it's not bad “ she explains. “Whatever you say, do you believe the kiss was a real feeling or not” you ask mumbling at the last part. “Huh” she asks confused about what you just asked. “During the kiss scene do you believe it was a real feeling, “ you ask this time asking it right. “ no not really it just felt pretty friendly “ she explains. “Alright thanks for having you Tish “ . You say going to get the next cast member.

As you begin to interview the next cast member coco jones you feel tish looking over your shoulder . “As you guys can see we have Tish behind me and it's scary” you say chuckling. “Dont be scared baby girl “

Your heart started pounding you start being able to think about 1 thing and 1 thing only. Did she just call me baby girl? Yes she did and now you're having a nervous breakdown but you still have to finish the interview. “Bro your such a flirt leave y/n alone got her panicking, “ Coco Jones says as she laughs. “Um the next question was how was it like working with Ms. Tish back here “ you ask staying focused a little .” It was good you know we had funny moments” she explains. “Mmm ,This is off topic but coco you absolutely slayed the outfit . She had a black shimmery dress . In the middle it was a circle connecting the top and bottom. She had her back out and wore clothes that matched .

“I could say the same for you look beautiful like you have been taking people’s breath away looking that good “ she says complimenting you . “I agree on that statement my breath had been taking away when you simply smile” tish explains to you. “Your pretty flirty today “ you say looking back at her with a chuckle. “For you baby “ she says with a smirk “ Oh well thank you ?” You say confused on how you should respond .”Im going to leave you two love birds alone,my ship is starting to sail” she says chuckling

If someone from the future would have told you that Letitia Wright would be flirting with you, you would not believe them at all. You begin to hum trying to avoid talking to tish because you could fuck up. “Pretty flirtatious Ms.Ma,am” you say chuckling. “You know you looking good so I had to shoot my shot “ she says doing a smirk showing a little bit of her grills . “I mean you did pretty well” you say smiling . “You could say I’m a natural” she says grabbing your hand. “Oh are you “ you ask acting surprised. “Well can I take you out sometime “ she says as she starts massaging your hand . “I mean if you could keep up with me being a interview than we’ll see “ you say .

Each time you would get in a relationship with a regular person or celebrity it would always have a down fall because of your job. You hated how your job would do this to relationships but you still wanted to do your job.

“A little job isn’t going to stop me “ she says . “I can see that “ you say with a smile. “Well I’ll see you around I’ll probably see you before I’ll leave “ you say as you slowly leave . She lets your hand go and you continue your night .

For the rest of the night you talked with celebrities you knew made new friends and really interviewed the cast. All until it was time to go back home .

“Well tish I wanted to say hi before I go “ You say walking up to her . “Woah woah i can take you home “ she says as she gets panicked . “No it’s good I got a ride” you say letting her know. “Well can I come with “ she asks . “I mean sure I don’t think it’s wrong “ you say as you walk her to the limo .

You and tish rode the limo back to your place and you welcomed her. “Well this is my home and make yourself at home,” you say smiling. “ Nice place you got here, “ she says as she walks around. “Thank you “ Letitia Sits on the couch .” where are you going to sleep-” you ask before you got cut off “With you” you look at her with a side-eye. “Umm sure I guess “ you gave her some pjs “ Yeah I'm not going to fit this your tiny,” she says as she laughs. “Bro you're just tall” you say laughing. “Well what are you going to sleep in” you ask her confused. “I mean I have some oversized fluffy pj pants “

You give her your oversized pls and you look in your drawer to get the same pjs. “Come on let's take a picture “

You didn't post the picture but you took the pic but you thought it was a fun memory.

You and tish cuddled for The night in your matching pjs. While this went to sleep on your shoulder. But than you decided to post the picture.

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After you posted the picture you went to sleep. You didn't know how the post would go but you thought it was a fun one.