#w: ten reasons why i hate you

[smoll-tangerine]

ten reasons why i hate you: reason #6

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader GENRES. romance, angst, drama, rich kid!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 1434

WARNINGS. none. 

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes.

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[a/n]: hello, everyone!! this was supposed to be posted in january, but i didn’t have the time. today’s also my birthday, so here’s a gift to you all to celebrate it hehe!! i already have the rest of the story mapped out (in my head), so if everything goes well, i should be back to my usual weekly updates, but no promises! hope you’ll enjoy this chapter♡ 

← REASON #5 || MASTERLIST || REASON #7 → 

REASON #6 

He’s good with kids. 

You tried not to show your emotions (or your thoughts, really) on your face as you watched Jaehyun play with the kids from the orphanage. 

You were done giving a quick check-up to the children, so you and Jaehyun decided to play with them before you leave. You quickly ran out of energy so you decided to take a seat on the stairs of the orphanage’s building, while Jaehyun was playing what seemed to be a round of tag with the children. 

“That’s not the same man you’ve brought over last time.” 

Startled, you looked up and saw the director of the orphanage smiling down at you with a knowing look. 

It annoyed you the slightest when she asked the same question as Ernesto. 

Was this a sign to stop bringing men to your favourite places, in general? They seem to always come back to bite you in the ass. 

“The children seem to be doing well.” 

“Avoiding my question, are we?” she replied with a mocking chuckle. “And yes, the children are doing fine. Thanks to you and Doyoung.” 

“That wasn’t a question that you asked, but rather a statement, wasn’t it?” 

You were surprised to hear from the director that Doyoung was still a donor. After all, this was something you two started when you were still dating. A part of you didn’t expect him to continue this tradition of yours.

“Doyoung visited a couple of months ago to check up on the kids,” the director continue. “He never mentioned that you two broke up.” She then glanced at the ring that adorned the fourth finger of your left hand. “Or that you were getting married to someone that was not him.”

You took a look at your ring before folding your arms, suddenly uncomfortable that she had seen your ring, for some odd reason. “Well, he never mentioned to me that he visited you guys.” 

There was a small moment of silence that ensued following your small exchange. The children’s laughter echoed throughout the whole square, mixed in were screams of delight as your now-husband captured them in his arms. 

Jaehyun’s deep laughter was one that clearly displayed his joy. 

But it was also one that you, admittedly, never heard much before until today. 

“Are you happy?” 

You remained silent as you knew that whatever answer you would give her, the director would able to notice your lie. 

“I don’t know.”

But regardless of what she thought, you also didn’t want to lie to yourself. 

“Will you be happy?” 

“I don’t know.” 

Her brows furrowed in slight worry. 

“Then, what are you going to do?” 

You took a deep breath and exhaled sharply through your nose. 

“I don’t know.” 

“I don’t know what I expected, but what we did today was not what I expected.” 

You glanced up from the medical article that you were reading, while Jaehyun emerged from the bathroom. He ruffled his wet hair and took a seat at the corner of the bed. Not close that he would be infringing upon your private space, but close enough that it did make you raise your eyebrows at his proximity. 

You were too jet-lagged yesterday night to realise what happened. 

But... you shared a bed with Jaehyun? 

And you were about to do the same for the rest of your honeymoon? 

“So, what’s the story?” he asked you with a shy smile. “Behind the orphanage? You seemed close with the director and the children. That kind of relationship must have been–” 

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” 

He seemed taken aback with your question. “W-what do you mean?” 

You set your iPad aside and motioned the empty space between the two of you. “Pretend that you like me just because you suddenly found out that I’m actually a nice person or something.” 

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. His ears turned slightly red in what you assumed to be embarrassment. “I-it wasn’t something sudden. And also, I am genuinely curious. What’s the backstory? Don’t tell me you’re using the orphanage as a front to avoid paying taxes.” 

You made a face, unimpressed. You then looked away, trying not to show any annoyance on your face and said with a resigning sigh, “My best friend came from that orphanage.” You paused, unsure as for why would you even tell Jaehyun this story. “She passed away a couple of years ago. Right after we finished our residency.” 

“...How did you two meet?” 

“We met in med school.” The answer came to you easily. “Doyoung introduced us and well, the rest is history.” 

You knew the look in Jaehyun’s eyes, which was a mixture of sadness and pity and conflict. He looked liked he wanted to give you a hug but at the same time, he also seemed like he wanted to ask you another question. You could probably guess that he probably wanted to know how she passed away. 

But that wasn’t something you could easily share with him. 

“Doyoung and I donate to the orphanage in her honour.” You tried to change the subject. “I try to visit once or twice a year to give them a small check-up. Doyoung does it too, apparently.” 

Jaehyun’s jaw slightly clenched at your words. There was some sort of tightness to his face that immediately melted away when he noticed the inquisitive look you were giving him as he fell silent. 

“You and Doyoung must be close, huh.” 

That statement made you pause a little. 

“Was that meant to be a question?” 

“No, just... you two seem to be close even though you two are exes.” 

You felt irritated by his words, for some odd reason. Who was he to talk about your relationships when he wasn’t even in a position to do so in the first place? 

“Are– Are you trying to imply something?” you asked with a scoff. “Because if we were to imply anything, I think you’re the one we should be concerned here. Because I wasn’t the one who was—still is—in a relationship when we got married.” 

The cat was out of the bag as you finally revealed your thoughts. You never voiced out your displeasure at the fact that Jaehyun was still seeing Chaeyoung behind your back due to the fact that you felt guilty at the beginning, for dragging him into this arranged marriage, but wasn’t cutting things off the least he could do if he actually respected you? 

But your pride, out of all things, actually prevented you from doing so. 

No matter your thoughts about the subject matter, you would never ask Jaehyun to cut his relationship with his girlfriend. 

Because to do so meant that you were admitting your feelings for him. And that was something that could never happen. 

“I’ll break things off with her,” Jaehyun blurted out of nowhere. “With Chaeyoung. I’ll break things off with her the second we’re back in Seoul.” 

You forced yourself to remain impassive. The most you allowed was just a slight widening of your eyes, followed by an obnoxiously loud chortle. 

“Yeah, okay, I didn’t think you were someone with a sense of humour.” 

“I will!” he retorted. “What, you think I won’t?” 

You rolled your eyes. “What’s the catch?” 

“Huh?” Jaehyun replied dumbly. “What do you mean?” 

“Jaehyun, I’m not stupid,” you said with a sarcastic laugh. “Why on Earth would you break things off with your long-term girlfriend? Not to mention, everything we put each other through because of your relationship with her? So yeah, what’s the catch?” 

Was it so wrong of you to be cynical? 

For wanting to protect your feelings? 

“Give me some time.”

There it was. 

The catch. 

“Give me a year– No, five months. Give me five months to get over Chaeyoung. After five months, I’ll be a devoted husband to you and to you only. I promise that I’ll make this marriage work.” 

You couldn’t believe you were this close to fall for his sweet words. But wasn’t this a reasonable request? After all, he had to break up with someone he was in love with. 

But you couldn’t help but still be hurt by his words. Because he didn’t say that he was going to try and love you. He was doing this because he was married to you. Because he pitied you. Not because he was developing feelings for you.

“I’m sensing a but.” 

Jaehyun nodded and took a deep breath. 

“Cut all ties with Kim Doyoung.” 

Ah. 

There it was.

The real catch. 

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[minglana]

oh so now im "hitlerian" for answering 'no' to a question that i knew the answer was no. sorry for knowing the rules i guess. it comes with the living here for 5 years

[mechieonu]

not to be bitter on main haha but can you imagine how disheartening it must be to have people clamour for more queer-authored media made by gays for gays and the second it exists there's immediate loud community wide pushback that goes "but not like that!!"

[manjibunny]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

SYNOPSIS: You swear you hate your soon-to-be stepmom, Shoko, but why do you want to fuck her so badly? C/W: stepcest, cheating (Shoko cheating on your dad), fem! reader, reader is being a brat (at first), brat taming, fingering, cunnilingus,face riding, mommy kink, public sex,spanking, alcohol, dacryphilia, sixty nine ZAYA SENT YOU A NEW MESSAGE: Guess who wrote some smutty headcanons to celebrate 69 followers? That's right, yours truly! I've had this idea marinating in my head for a while now, and finally I have a good reason to write my thoughts out! I wanna thank all of my beautiful followers for making this milestone possible, and my hot sexc moots for listening to my thirsts at three am when I can't fall asleep <333 You guys made it possible that I can finally post my unhinged thoughts on Tumblr hehe <3 special shoutout to @redskyvenus @avatarofstars and @gennysuga for being cuties <333

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who’s only ten years older than you, making her way too young for your old dad

♡ Stepmom! Shoko  who’s gotten together with your dad right after you’ve moved out for university

♡ Stepmom! Shoko  who got engaged to your dad about two years after she and your dad got together

♡ Stepmom! Shoko  who was baffled that you didn’t even know about her existence before your dad called you and told you about the engagement

“Hi dad”, you picked up the phone. You and your dad weren’t talking for the last few months as often as you were before. You chalked it up to him just being busy with his new position at the hospital he was working, and you being the studious girl that you were, you rarely had time to call him. You didn’t take it to heart.  “Hello princess, I gotta tell you something…” your dad said in a quiet voice. Immediately, you knew something was off. Hearing the nervousness in his voice, you told him to continue.  "Yeah? Of course, tell me” “Princess, I’m getting married” Now, THAT you took to heart. Nothing he said made it through to you. You knew he was talking to you, he was probably explaining, or begging for forgiveness. Heck, he might be talking about his soon-to-be wife, but nothing he said registered to you. The only thoughts  you had was about the costs of traveling back home and weighing the consequences of you missing a few days of university. At the end, you made up your mind: You will go home and you will give him a piece of your mind.  You didn’t tell your dad about your plans on paying him a visit. And why should you? He didn’t tell you about his engagement after all, so coming home unannounced felt a little bit like giving him a taste of his own medicine. Angrily, you pulled out the keys to your dad’s house, unlocking the door and entering the house. All hell broke loose when you walked in on your father and a young, brown-haired woman sitting a bit too closely to each other. Your poor father had to calm you down and explain the situation to the woman, Shoko Ierie, your future stepmom.  “Why didn’t you tell her about us?” She’d ask your dad, getting annoyed when she didn’t receive a good answer from him.

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who despite knowing she hasn't made the best impression on you, decided to at least try and be a good stepmom

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who tried really hard to make you like her

Shoko was at the end of her wits. She tried everything to make you like her. She tried making you your favorite food after asking your dad for the recipes the night of your little meltdown. The next day, when she was finally finished with the preparations and put your favorite dish in front of you on the table, you seemed to be less than impressed. You didn’t even touch the food, stating you’d rather get takeout than eat anything that was touched by her. Shoko would find out that you like manga and get you the titles that were recommended to her at the bookstore, only for you to reveal that you’ve already read these manga series years ago. Shoko overhears you talking to´your friend on the phone. With a soft voice that Shoko hadn’t heard from you yet, you reassured your friend that her mother wouldn’t hate her just because she got together with someone she didn’t approve of.  Shoko felt as if her moment to shine finally arrived. Determined to prove her worth as a good stepmom, the anxiety left her body. A newfound confidence spread across her body as she sat down next to you on the couch.  “Hey, I overheard that you were talking to your friend, I just wanted to-” offer some advice, is what Shoko wanted to say, but she never got there.  With an annoyed face, you stared her down.  “What the hell made you think that listening to a private conversation is ok?” you cut her off.  “Shouldn’t you be busy with my dad or something? Like, suck his dick or something?”Stunted, Shoko stood up and silently left the living room. She was aware that you didn’t like her, but did you have to be such a brat?

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who the more she pays attention to you, becomes more and more attracted to her soon-to-be stepdaughter and feels ashamed for that

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who decided that perhaps the best way to bond with you was to take you wedding dress shopping with her

“What?” “ To bond. I know you don’t like me a lot-” “And you’d be right” you snarkingly cut off Shoko.  “I know” Shoko remained calm “But you have to accept that me and your dad are getting married. Do you care so little about your dads happiness?” She tried to reason with you. Shoko already saw the conflicted look on your face coming. You stayed silent, thoughts crusading in your mind. She was right, you were acting selfish. You did want your father to stay away from Shoko as much as possible, especially since Shoko was way too young to even be dating your father. But maybe she makes him happy? You hated to admit it, but your father was happier than ever before. Seeing your knitted eyebrows and absent gaze, Shoko watched as your inner conflict unraveled inside your mind. She knew what she was doing, in fact, she planned for it. Trying to get you to like her made her observe you, trying to understand why you didn’t like her. While she guessed it must have been the age gap between her and your father, she noticed one thing: You were a daddy’s girl through and through. If you wouldn’t like her on your own accord, Shoko was ready to tug on your heartstrings. And unsurprisingly, it worked.  With a defeated sigh you gave in. “Fine, I’ll go to that bridal shop with you if that means to make dad happy”

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who looks absolutely gorgeous in every dress she tries on and tries to get your opinion on the dresses

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who noticed the way your eyes lingered a bit too long on her body but decided to stay quiet about it

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who took you back home after picking put the perfect dress and suggests you two have a glas of wine alone while your father was out

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who had a good time getting drunk with you,

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who knew that you had the hots for her and took the initiative and kissed you

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who quickly grew addictive to your lips and couldn't stop herself anymore

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who got you naked faster than the speed of light and spread your legs apart, eager to have a taste of your pussy

It happened so fast. One moment you were drinking wine with Shoko, the next you were laying naked underneath her. Drowning your growing need for your soon to be stepmom in the sweet alcohol was all you could do. You chugged the beverage like it was water, and with each drop that touched your tongue, the restraints you had seemed to grow weaker and weaker.  Instead of silencing your lust towards the woman you thought you hated, the alcohol in your system seemed to do the contrary.  Lust and alcohol are two dangerous things to mix, but drunk of the wine and drunk of Shoko’s lips, you were willing to deal with the consequences when you sobered up.  Intoxicated by the taste of your juices, Shoko couldn’t help but bury her face between your legs, lapping every drop of your essence as if she was tasting a rare wine. Her tongue grazed against your throbbing clit while she took in your flustered face. Mouth wide agape and teary eyed, you truly were a beautiful sight. Much better than her usual bratty behavior, Shoko thought happily as her tongue teased your sensitive bundle of nerves.  “Please” You moaned out desperately “I want more. Let me cum”“And you’ll get more if you’ll be good to me” Shoko replied. You’d get much more, more than anyone but Shoko could offer.

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who makes you cum more than anyone before her in one single night

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who became wet just by eating you out and hearing your sweet moans

Shoko knows how to eat pussy, you drunkenly thought as you laid on the couch, feeling limp and overstimulated from all the orgasms Shoko gave you. You swore you could fall asleep right there, but the sight of Shoko taking her clothes off seemed to wake you up. You had already guessed that she had a nice body after not so discreetly checking her out at the bridal shop, but seeing her in all of her glory topped any of your expectations. Her plump boobs and thick thighs had you craving to touch her. As if reading your mind, Shoko got on top of you and kissed you slowly and sensually. Her tongue trusted inside your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself. As she pulled away from your glossy lips, Shoko couldn’t deny herself from easing the almost painful throb between her legs.  “Will you be good for me?” She asked breathlessly. You nodded, unable to speak.  Shoko was satisfied with your answer, she had a feeling you would be obedient to her request. Without waiting too long, she repositioned herself. Shoko gently gripped your hair as she sat on your face, making sure to not put her whole weight on you.  “Stick out your tongue, pretty girl” Shoko mused.  You got a perfect glance at her sobbing cunt, her pretty pink clit throbbing in anticipation as you looked at her pussy absolutely mesmerized.  Shoko didn’t have to tell you twice. Greedily, you began licking her pussy, moaning as the taste of her juices hit your tongue.  Moaning, Shoko began slowly grinding against your face.  “You’re doing such a good job” she whimpered as she felt your tongue teasing her leaking hole. You groaned into her pussy as her clit pressed against your nose, still trying to tongue fuck your soon to be stepmom.  The coil in her stomach snapped, Shoko moaned out loudly as she came all over your face while you eagerly licked her clean, clearly enjoying the taste of her cum.

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who sobered up after cumming on your face and realized what you two have done, feeling a mixture of shame and satisfaction as she saw your fucked out face and her juices coating your pretty lips

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who apologizes to you the next morning and begs you not to tell your father

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who got frustrated with you when you told her she should leave your father if she's such a cheater

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who grew angrier and angrier as you continued to call her names and accused her of being a gold digger

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who in a fit of rage decides to put you back in your place, all sense of shame left her as soon as she reached her tipping point

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who makes you call her mommy as she spanks you to remind you of your place

It was almost comical how fast you complied to take off your clothes once Shoko used her authoritarian voice.  “Take off your clothes, right now” You knew you messed up big time when you saw Shokos glare, her eyes holding a dark glint that made you feel fearful of the consequences of not obeying her. Eyes landing on the floor, refusing to meet Shokos cold glare, you took off your clothes. You peeled your clothes off your body piece by piece, until you stood in front of Shoko with only your lacy underwear. Despite feeling fearful of what Shoko might do to you, a wave of excitement washed over your body as Shoko got closer to you. She forcefully grabbed your chin, making you look up from the ground into her icy gaze.  “Planning on going out?” Shoko mocked, hooking her index finger under the strap of your bra, before it snapped back against your skin. Being sensitive to pain, you lightly whimpered as you felt the stinging sensation on your shoulder, but you still tried to appear unbothered. Bad idea.  “Come on princess, you were so much more obedient last night. Do you really need my tongue shoved inside your pussy to stop acting like such a goddamn brat?”  You swallowed hard. This wasn’t the kind woman you met just a few days ago. The woman you saw in front didn’t resemble the sweet doctor you hated. This woman made you hot and bothered.   “Here’s what’s going to happen” Shoko leaned in, face dangerously close to yours. “I will sit down on that couch over there, and you will lay on my lap. Got that?” “W-why?” you stuttered out. Heart thumping against your ribcage, you both dreaded and anticipated the answer at the same time.  “So I can put you back in your place” You watched as Shoko made her way towards the couch, sitting on the soft cushion.  “What are you waiting for?” Shoko inquired “Don’t make me come and get you, brat” Brat. That word sent chills down your spine and pussy.  You laid on her lap, your ass propped up as you already knew what was coming your way. With a loud clap, her hand made impact with your buttcheek. Your eyes shot wide and a loud whine escaped your lips.  “Is this how I have to deal with you?” Shoko mocked condescendingly as her hand collided with your sensitive skin in a hard slap.  Teary eyed, you remained silent. You were far too ashamed to be in this position to talk with her. Another harsh slap followed.  “I spoke to you, brat. Mommy wants to hear an answer”  “No, mommy. I’ll be good from now on” You pleaded with her, tears rolling down your cheeks as Shokos spankings made you soaked wet.  “I don’t believe you. I gotta discipline you real good” She followed up with another slap. You knew for sure this wouldn’t be the last slap you’d feel, but you couldn’t complain as with every slap, your panties grew wetter and wetter.

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who gets off of your teary eyed apologies to never behave like a bad girl ever again, your cries of pleasure and pain seemingly appeasing her

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who doesn't need to do much after disciplining you you for you to not tell your dad

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who purrs into your ear "This is a secret between mommy and her pretty princess" the first few times she fingered you inside your bedroom

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who starts a secret relationship with you right after you stopped acting bratty towards her

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who asks your father to stop calling you his "princess" - for you are her little princess now

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who assures your dad that she and you get along just fine while

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who is such a good mommy to you, always sending you gifts when you've returned back to your uni town

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who has a secret folder inside her phone full of you wearing the cute lingerie sets she sent you

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who makes sure you visit her frquently, after all she's be damned if she can't taste your sweet pussy for an extended amount of time

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who keeps physical touch with your dad to a minimum, much rather fucking his cute daughter

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who proves to your dad that you and her are getting along by making you her maid of honor

♡ Stepmom! Shoko whose fingers are knuckle deep inside your pussy right before the wedding ceremony, not being able to resist after seeing you in the cute dress she picked out for you to wear to her wedding

“Keep your voice down, princess” Shoko cooed into your ear, lips lightly pressed to your ear as she fucked her fingers into you. It wasn’t the first time Shoko fingered you like this, body pressed against yours at a semi public place. But this was different.  “Mommy, please. He could walk on us any minute” you whimpered out. He being no other than your dearly beloved dad. You knew that what you were doing is bad and perhaps immoral. Who on their right mind is getting fingered by their soon to be stepmom inside of the bathroom right before said stepmom's wedding? You were, but you were far from being in your right mind. And how could you resist Shoko when her fingers stuffed your pussy so perfectly full? How could you resist when her soft lips against your neck made you weak to your knees? How could you resist when she’s the only one that can put you in your place, when she is the only one that knows how to tame a brat like you? Shoko’s fingers moved in and out deliciously, grazing every spot that had your toes curling and breath shorten. While she fucked her index and middle finger in and out of you, her thumb began grazing against your touch starved clit.  “Fuck!” You moaned out loudly, feeling the knot inside your stomach growing tighter and tighter.  “Mommy, please. Let me cum” You mewled as you felt her fingers thrusting slowly inside your cunt, edging you.  “This is what happens when you don’t obey, princess” Shoko lightly bit your earlobe. “Mommy will reward you if you stop being so fucking loud, ok baby?” She pulled her fingers out, lightly pinching your throbbing clit.  You clasped your mouth shut with your hand, barely being able to drown out a sinful moan. You bit your lower lip and nodded, signaling to Shoko that you were willing to comply.  “Good girl” With that, she plunged her fingers back inside your cunt, thrusting in and out with newfound fervor.  “You may cum” Shoko ordered you, and being her good little princess, the knot inside your stomach bursted, leaving you to see stars as tears from the overstimulation escaped your eyes.  Shoko chuckled as she saw your fucked out expression.  “Now come on, let me help you get ready for my wedding”

♡ Stepmom! Shoko who's so glad your father is knocked out drunk after the wedding, leaving her to properly fuck you

The wedding has officially ended with Shoko marrying your dad, making her your stepmom. Your dad, being way too drunk to consummate the wedding, not that Shoko would want him if she has her pretty stepdaughter do that for him. Your clothes dropped to the floor as soon as you and Shoko were alone inside your hotel room. She has been eying curing the wedding ceremony, admiring how the dress she picked up for you perfectly hugs your frame. Oh, how glad she was that she finally had access to your sweet, sweet pussy.  Shoko instructed you to lay down on your bed, legs spread apart as she laid herself on top of you. Instead of looking into your beautiful eyes, Shoko was facing your dripping cunt. Shoko let out an amused chuckle when she dipped a finger inside your pussy.  “So wet already?”  Shoko lighty pumped her finger in and out of your gushing pussy. While Shoko was amused by how wet you were, she knew that she was just as wet and ready to grind her aching clit all over your face. More importantly, she couldn’t restrain herself anymore, she had to have a taste of your cunt. Slowly, Shoko removed her finger and licked it clean, enjoying the flavor of your arousal.  Being mommy’s good girl, you patiently waited for Shoko’s command to eat her out. However, this seemed too hard of a task for you, especially since you were feeling needy yourself. Gripping into Shoko’s thighs, you felt like you were going crazy with Shoko just teasing your pussy and not shoving her tongue inside you.  “Mommy, I need you. Please, need you to make me cum. Wanna taste you too” You whined out.  “I’m feeling gracious today” Shoko stated before letting her tongue drag across your pussy, letting your juices fully coat her wet muscle. “You taste so much better than my wedding cake” Shoko groaned into your pussy, already feeling drunk off you. “You may have a taste of me as well”  That was all you needed to hear. Burying your face between her legs, you circled your tongue around Shokos clit, feeling it twitch and throb at your touch. You sucked on her clit while Shoko was lightly humping your face, needing more friction. You gasped as Shoko  thrusted her tongue inside your hole.  You already felt so close, and you could tell that Shoko was as well when she humped your face harder.  And when you two came, you wouldn’t stop. Bodies glued to one another, neither of you dared to stop pleasuring the other, wanting the euphoria to never end. But sooner or later, Shoko had to go back to her hotel room with your dad. As she kissed you one last time before leaving, you knew that despite everything, you wouldn’t feel sad. For Shoko might be legally married to your father, her heart, soul and body belonged to you, and only you.

[bonobun]

dom!sunghoon x fem!reader x taesan.

bestfriend’solderbrother!sunghoon

warnings: smut (MDNI), bestfriend!taesan, creampie, unprotected sex, usage of nicknames such as “slut” and “whore”, semi-clothed sex (?), dirty talk, exhibition (?), if i missed something pls lmk.

“w-we shouldn’t be doing this!” you said as sunghoon was thrusting so deep inside you that you weren’t capable of forming reasonable words.

“aw, darling, but you weren’t opposing to the idea of me fucking you earlier, or did you, hmm?” he said cockily, smirking as he fucked you even harder, listening to all the obscene sounds that were made by you and him.

•••

you didn’t know how you ended up in his bed knowing that your best friend taesan could walk up and see you guys in such position. but how did this even started?

taesan, your best friend, invited you to some netflix and chill, nothing new between you and him since you spent most of your time with him at his house. he has told you before that sunghoon was gonna be there but you didn’t care at all since you didn’t speak to him, just the normal hey’s or hi’s when you saw him passing by.

everything was going fine until taesan’s phone rang and he stood up, making you pause the movie that y’all were seeing.

“would you wait for me please, darling?” taesan said quickly, in which you only nodded. nicknames such as “darling” or “love” weren’t new between you and him, since you guys were so close and there wasn’t any uncomfortable moments.

you didn’t mind waiting for him to come back so you just started checking your phone to see what’s going on your social media. five or ten minutes passed by until you felt something heavy by your side, thinking it was taesan.

“oh hi you came bac-“ you were cut up until you saw who it really was. sunghoon.

“what was he doing here?” you asked yourself since it was kinda weird seeing him spending time with you or taesan, you thought he hated you kinda since he was never around, always with his friends or just locked up in his bedroom doing work.

“fancy seeing you here as well, y/n.” he replied ironically, looking at you and then at the tv.

“what are you doing here? did taesan invite you or something?” you asked, kinda annoyed since you didn’t wanna bother taesan if he ever saw you and sunghoon together, even though you weren’t doing something bad.

“i, i think i should leave right now, i don’t really wanna bother you or even taesan, if that’s fin-”.

“don’t. stay. why did taesan leave you here alone?” he asked, his eyes wandering looking up and down as if they were trying to read your face to find the answer.

“oh, he just left because he had an important call” you said, moving nervously your hands, playing with your fingers. it was the first conversation you ever had with sunghoon, and it kinda made you feel nervous.

“do you wanna go with me upstairs? it’s cold in here and you aren’t even wearing something that can warm you up. follow me, i’ll borrow you something warm.” he didn’t wait for you to reply and took you by the hand, making you walk fast going up in the stairs and entering his bedroom.

his bedroom was something you expected kinda, it was clean and everything was in order, sunghoon always looked like that type that has everything in place and now you’ve confirmed that theory.

but you were still kinda preoccupied about taesan, why was taking him so long to come back? was it more than a regular call or did he just leave and said that as an excuse?

“hey”. sunghoon said, waving to you as if you were in some kind of trance since you didn’t say anything for almost a minute. “is everything okay? you look so lost”

“oh, yeah, i was just thinking about taesan, i hope he’s okay…” you replied, almost in a whisper but he did hear you. he nodded, giving you a thumbs up for reassurance as an answer for what you just said.

“alright, you can take anything from here to wear, i don’t really mind at all.” he said lazily, lying down on his bed, waiting for you to take something from his closet.

“thank you.” you shyly said, looking at his clothes. getting closer to them, it all smelled like him. you didn’t mind, it was a good smell if you were being honest. giving him a tiny look for another check if it was okay for you to take something, you took the first thing you saw: some sweatpants and his big sweatshirt.

“you can change in here, i won’t look.” he said, took you by surprise as you didn’t expect him to say something like that. you simply just nodded and wished for the best.

taking off everything you had, leaving you in your panties, you kinda hoped he was looking at you, but he’s a gentleman, he wasn’t looking since you knew he might think it was disrespectful, but something inside of you kinda wished he did.

putting on his sweatshirt and sweatpants, you felt funny. everything looked big on you, especially the pants since they were falling almost from your legs.

“you look so cute, y/n.” sunghoon said, looking at you up and down, kinda in awe since you and him weren’t that close to be in this position.

“thank you, sunghoon, i’ll give this back to you before i leave.”

he palmed the bed, indicating that you can go and lie down beside him. you timidly, obeyed him, sitting next to him, in a weird but not uncomfortable silence.

fuck. looking at him, he was always so good looking, you always wondered if he ever had a girlfriend or have had any girls in his bedroom since you never really payed attention to him. taesan occupied most of your mind and thoughts, but you always had this little curiosity about his older brother.

you didn’t notice but you were getting closer and closer to him, and he didn’t mind at all this kind of closeness since he wasn’t moving away. feeling some big hands, he was giving some sweet caresses in your waist, as if he was asking for some kind of permission to shorten the distance.

his lips were so soft, you were really inexperienced since the only guy you’ve ever kissed was taesan, when you were two little kids and it was little peck. sunghoon was almost guiding you throughout all the kiss.

“it seems like you don’t know how to keep my rhythm, or do you?” he said, looking at you, blushing at such thing said. you wanted to hide your face, it was embarrassing for you.

“i’m sorry, i just-“. whining in embarrassment, he just laughed it off and kept kissing as if nothing happened.

the kisses were getting sloppier and messier, in one fast move, he sat you in his lap. moving your hips, feeling his rock hard cock poking your wet panties.

“let me help you get this off you, bunny” he said softly, taking off your -his- sweatpants in one quick move, leaving you in only his big shirt and your wet sticky panties.

placing one of his long fingers in your so sensitive area, made you moan lightly, gaining a smirk from him. moving aside your panties, two of his fingers were painfully rubbing between your folds, it was so good yet so hard to keep up since you just wanted to feel him.

“please, please!”

“please what, doll? use your words” he replied, looking at you. his eyes were so dark and lustful, almost impossible to maintain the eye contact.

“please, please! finger me please sunghoon!” you said. you couldn’t wait anymore.

his tongue tsked out loud, checking you out. he didn’t play hard to get, he inserted one of his fingers inside of you, making you moan out loud since it was kinda hurting you.

“doll, you’re so tight, i can’t even move my finger at all. let’s try to calm ourselves, yeah?” he said. kissing you softly on your cheeks and then on your lips. everything about him was so sweet it felt like a dream.

you calmed yourself down, and now everything felt even more good. his fingers had you moaning like a whore, gaining many groans from him. the sounds you were making were so so sweet to him, and the slick that was coming out of your pussy had him wishing that he could try it.

he took his fingers out of you, licking everything that was in them. everything was so obscene, almost out of some kind of porn video that you could have watched when you were alone in your room.

“let’s get you in all fours, will you?” he waited for you to get in position, while he was getting rid of him annoying pants and boxers. his dick was leaning precum and was so red on the tip, you wondered how was he gonna fit you?

“so obedient, my little bunny. now, let me prep you for my dick, or are you gonna be a brat and don’t let me?” his voice lower than ever, his big hands exploring every inch of your body and waist, almost too impossible for him to believe finally the girl of dreams is about to be fucked by him.

aligning his tip in your entrance, moving softly to not make you feel uncomfortable or even one tiny bit of pain. your mind was so muffled, sunghoon behind you, taesan could come in any moment and see you like this, what would he think of you?

your thoughts were swept as you felt this pain and such a delicious stretch. sunghoon went all in, whimpering and moaning at the feel. his cock was so big and thick it made you feel he was breaking you in two almost.

“w-we shouldn’t be doing this!” you said as sunghoon was thrusting so deep inside you that you weren’t capable of forming reasonable words.

“aw, darling, but you weren’t opposing to the idea of me fucking you earlier, or did you, hmm?” he said cockily, smirking as he fucked you even harder, listening to all the obscene sounds that were made by you and him.

it felt way too good, he was so right. ke keep thrusting harder and deeper, making your tits bounce at that. sunghoon was so out of his mind, just looking at such view in front of him.

taking you by the waist, making you put your back to his chest so you could be closer to him. his hands were hungrily touching everywhere, finally pecking one of your nipples, feeling that sting that felt way too good.

you heard some voices outside the room, recognizing taesan’s voice from miles away. panicking, you tried to keep your moans to yourself, which kinda failed.

“sunghoon? have you seen y/n?” taesan said, from the other side of the door, knocking.

“shut up, slut. or do you want him to hear you? what would he say if he ever saw you and heard you moan like a whore for cock, hm?” he whispered in your ear, noticing how you squeezed his cock at his words. “for sure, i knew you were into this”.

putting his hand on your mouth, he replied to his brother.

“no i haven’t” he went deeper once again “i think she left or something” one last thrust, and you felt all of his cum inside of you, making you moan so loud, regretting doing that.

“is y/n in there with you?” taesan sounded even more confused, as he opened the door.

he was mind blown, seeing you like that was something he never imagined and with his older brother… the atmosphere was so thick it was almost palpable.

“oh, what the fuck?” taesan almost screamed, looking down at his pants, where a growing erection was coming present.

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SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY (Cody Rhodes, WWE)

• Summary: You made many enemies throughout your career in World Wrestling Entertainment. Some of which you despise so much it makes you sick to your stomach. But the more you two hate each other, the more the sexual tension becomes too intense to ignore.

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Fem Reader

Warning- Language, 18+ only (minors DNI), Dirty Talk, Smut, unprotected sex, (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

You and your brother are known for making enemies everywhere you go. You two can’t help it, however. Being called “The best in the world” doesn’t sit right with anyone who just sees two shallow siblings who run their mouths and don’t care about the consequences.

You and Punk ran around WWE when you two were young. Winning championships, making history, making friends, and making enemies. You made much more in both the men's and women's divisions. The females were jealous, and all they did was sit around and gossip to one another with a camera in their faces as if Total Divas was another name for The Real Housewives.

You didn’t care about making friends, although you did make a few. Some eventually turned into enemies. But there was one person who was at the very top of your list.

Cody Rhodes

Since the very first day you step into WWE and Join Punk’s side, You dislike Rhodes. That dislike eventually turned into hatred. You two even went out of your way to ruin the other day.

He and your brother never got to work together in the same ring, not that you know of, which didn’t make sense on why you and Cody had so much anger towards each other.

What made things worse was his return to WWE. After Rhodes took his balls and left WWE, you continued to do what you do best: make history and make enemies. But his being back was now ten times worse than before he left. As a matter of fact, it was now complete hell.

He’s mature since the last time you saw him. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t getting under your skin because he was. The way Cody looked at you, flashed his smile in your direction, and spoke to you in a way he shouldn’t make you, well, simply punch him in the face.

He was distracting you, something that you are now realizing. He’s distracting you before, but you always shrugged it off and ignored it

This time you can’t.

And what made things worse was the night Sami called you.

As much as Sami annoyed the living hell out of you when he first joined the roster, one thing that man was good at was making you laugh on and off-screen, which is one of the many reasons why you consider Sami a friend.

But he knew your situation with Damian Priest, someone you've been seeing for a while. He was another person who got on your nerves only because he wouldn’t give up on making you his, which, for a moment, you gave him a chance

But as you walk out of your hotel room's bathroom with fresh, clean clothes after taking a shower, your phone, which was laid on your bed, was being blown up Sami himself.

Before you could even read the unread messages, his name appeared, causing you to groan while answering the phone.

“Sami, you better have a good reason why you’re calling my phone, or else I'm going to kill you when I find you!” You spoke with a slight growl through your voice.

“Is it true?” Sami asked, bringing you into confusion. “Because if it is, Damian knows, and he’s not too happy about it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked, unsure what he was talking about. So many possibilities pop into your head, but you haven’t done any recently that would get you in trouble with anyone, let alone Damian

“You and Cody?”

You almost gagged at the name Cody. You rolled your eyes but caught up at the mention of you and Cody. It made you even more confused

“What about me and Cody?” You asked, but instantly regretted hearing what came from Sami’s mouth.

“You slept with him, Y/N? Please tell me that’s not true because he and Damian got into a fight backstage earlier, and Damian is pissed as hell.”

You were taken aback by this false information that was received from you. But you had no clue how to take the information in.

“Who told you this?” You asked.

“Cody said it himself,” Sami said. “He t-"

“Sami?” You interrupted your friend, which he hummed yes in response. “Where’s Cody, so I can find him and murder him.”

That alone answered Sami's questions that you two did absolutely nothing. Even if you two did, you would of told him. But Sami shook his head, even though you couldn’t see it.

“Last time I checked, he was somewhere in the hotel, but I don’t know which room he’s in.”

With that, you hung up; you needed to find Cody one way or another, or else you weren’t sleeping tonight. You place your slippers on and head downstairs to the lobby. You weren’t sure if this idea would work, only the person you were going to didn’t like you that much.

You knocked on Jey’s door, someone you saw entering their room before you entered yours. To your surprise, he answered but had a curious look.

“Where’s Cody?” You asked. Jey smirked at you as he crossed his arms. “You’re looking for your man, Brooks?” He asked, calling you by your last name.

You didn’t have time for his jokes as you rolled your eyes. “Do you want to get punched in the face, Fatu?” You replied, mentioning his government last name. Jey rolled his eyes at your comment.

“He’s the floor above us, letting B.”

You smiled at his answer before walking off to find the closest elevator. Clicking on the number above yours, you waited impatiently for the elevator to open on his floor. When it did, you stomped to his door, banging it so loud you probably woke up others nearby.

The door eventually slams open, revealing Cody, who stands before you. When he realizes this, he flashes a smile at you.

Cody knew that telling Damian this false information would come back to you. He didn’t think it would be this soon, but seeing your face fill with anger made Cody happy.

“What can I do for you today, Y/N?” He asked, crossing his arms. You stormed right at him, hitting him repeatedly. The last time you had put your hands on him was one heated argument when he mentioned your brother, someone you do not play about.

Cody, however, being strong, took your wrist and pinned it against the door after closing once you struck at him.

“Why would you tell Damian you and I slept with each other? You know that’s not true!” You growled at him. All Cody did was laugh, which made you angry even more.

“Come on, Y/N, I did you a favor,” Cody spoke. “You don’t even like him like that.”

You fought with the grip of his hand around your wrist, only for it to be slammed right at the door. “And how would you know that, Rhodes? You know nothing about me?”

“I know a lot more than you think, princess,” Cody spoke, causing you to roll your eyes at him. “Damian is too soft, too much of a good guy even though he plays this bad guy on camera.”

“Oh, like you’re any different?” You scoffed, only for him to smirk at you. “I’m not, you’re right. But I don’t need to try to get you in my room desperately; look how easy it was for you to come over here. You can’t stay away from me like you couldn’t all these years.”

Once again, you fought with him by moving your wrist, only for him to succeed. You weren’t doing, however, to hit him like how you initially tried to. Something in you changed as he spoke to you. It was like now you need to push him back. He suddenly felt a little close to you.

“You need someone that plays the same game you do, someone that keeps you off your feet, someone that makes your entire head and your entire body feel on fire. Damian is not getting the job done.” Cody spoke, lowering his voice as if it was some way of getting his words into you, which it was.

“And how do you know what I want and need?” You spat at him. Little did you know that all of your anger was riling him up.

“Because darling, you and I have played this game for a long time. And the amount of times you left me hard, I know I had the same effect on you and left you soaking wet.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. However, whether you want to admit it or not, he wasn’t wrong. You two have a lot of sexual tension built up between you two that you haven’t even realized yourself until now. And at that very moment, just by Cody kept debating whether he should look at your eyes or your lips, it was turning you on.

“Cody, let go of me.” You spoke lowly. Cody smirked once again, letting go of your wrists. But instead of hitting him, you stood there in front of him, not even moving an inch.

“What happened? I thought you were going to hit me again,” Cody teased. His smile dropped, however, as you looked up at him.

“I hate you,”

“I hate you more,” He replies.

“You make me wanna pull my hair out,” You groaned in frustration.

“And you make me wanna throw you on the bed right now and fuck you senselessly till you stop disrespecting me.”

“Nothing you could do will make me respect,” You spat at him. His eyes darted at you as he licked his lips. He was riled up, half hard by how close you two were. And you were no better. The way he was speaking was making you want him to do exactly what you made him feel.

That’s exactly what Cody was planning on doing.

He attached lips to yours as his arms snaked onto your waist, pulling you closer than before. The kiss was innocent for a moment.

That was until you let out a small whimper, Causing Cody to deepened the kiss. Your back arched against the door as your breast touched his clothed chest. Your fingers messed in between Cody’s hair as the two desperately needed one another.

Your body was on fire. Something Cody mentioned that you needed. And he was giving you exactly that. But you wanted more.

“Are you gonna respect me?” Cody teased as he asks this in between the kisses. All you did was smirk and shake your head. “Never,”

You suddenly let out a moan at the pain of Cody’s hand connecting to your ass. That sound alone drove Cody insane.

His nails dug into the side of your waist as he pulled off the ground. Your legs were now wrapped around him, and you let out pants as Cody's lips kissed down your neck.

Your entire head was spinning. You couldn’t believe that the very moment, someone you truly hated from the bottom of your guts, was making you feel like this. And you know that if you even thought about this days ago, probably longer, you would throw up at the thought of it.

But now here you were, making noises you never thought Cody would ever make you earn while you two made out with each other.

Your back went cold after Cody pulled you off the door your back pressed against. You then felt yourself slipping from Cody’s grip as you fell onto the mattress he put you in.

You look up at Cody. He had crazy written all over his eyes as he trailed down your body. You realize what you wore as you showered earlier and changed into clothes.

An oversized shirt, nothing particular, just plain, and shorts. Cody's hand was wrapped around your ankle. It was like he was in a trance from looking at your body head to toe.

You couldn’t help but tease him a bit, enjoying the way he looked at you. Your feet slide down his clothed chest down to his joggers. You can feel his member throbbing against your feet before you bring it back to his chest. He took a hold of it, kissing the heel of your feet, all while watching you.

“Are you gonna respect me?” Cody asked his previous question to you. You smiled at him and shook your head as you repeated your answer. “Never.”

Cody chuckled as he lowered himself down to him. “Don’t say I never warn you,”’

He kisses you once more, with more lust, while your hand finds his hair again. Your other yanked on the shirt that covered him.

Cody took the hint, pulling off the shirt before placing his lips right on yours again. Your hands roamed around his arms and back, feeling his bare skin. You can feel him shudder against your touch before he begins grinding against you.

You lost track of your breathing as he did this while he worked on his neck. You never felt this needy in your entire life as you began to move your hips against him.

“Cody,” you whispered, though it sounded more like a moan. Cody’s lips pressed barely against your ears, sending you chills. “Tell me what you need, Y/N.” He spoke. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

You knew you were going to regret this later on. But at the moment, you couldn’t care less. You needed him.

“I want you, Cody. Please.”

Cody groaned before kissing you. His hands went underneath your shirt, massaging your skin before he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, widening his eyes a bit.

He took your shirt as it went flying somewhere. His eyes shifted to your chest as your breast laid perfectly on there.

You let out a sigh as his tongue attached themselves to your breast, playing with them and massaging them with his hand. His other hand, however, slid down to the waistband of your shorts. Your breathing got heavier as he slipped them down inside of you, immediately the wetness he created inside your underwear.

“Holy shittt,” Cody shuddered as he gathered your wetness. “I barely touched you, and this is how bad you need me. You wet for me, baby,”

You could help but moan at the touch of Cody rubbing your clit. You couldn’t help but think about the last time someone touched you, which made you smirk.

“I haven’t been touched in almost a year.” You spoke. You bit your lips, almost whining, when Cody suddenly stopped rubbing your clit.

“You’re lying?” He asked, looking down at you. But you shook your head. You might as well give him the complete honesty you thought.

“It was some random guy I didn’t even finish.” You spoke. Cody stared blankly at you. “You haven’t had an orgasm in almost a year, too?”

You bit your lip again as you shook your head. Cody's eyes closed slowly as he remained silent. At first, you weren’t sure what was going on, but Cody let out a painful moan and opened his eyes. If his eyes couldn’t get darker than before, it was now.

“It’s okay, baby; I’m gonna take care of you.” Cody moaned. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you let out a moan. You had extreme daddy issues but never to the extent where you would be turned on this badly by Cody calling himself daddy.

Your shorts were pulled off along your panties, leaving you completely naked in front of Cody. His eyes never left you as he spread your legs open and began fingering you.

“Mmm, fuck.” You moaned as you began to feel hotter than before. Your hips began to grind his fingers as he rubbed your clit faster.

When your eyes never opened, Cody’s finger slowed down. “Look at me, keep your eyes opened.”

Your whines were needy; you felt him slow down, but the minute you opened your eyes and looked up at him, he flashed his smile, which you still hated.

“Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll give you what you want, okay baby?”

You nodded. But it wasn’t enough for Cody. “Use your words babygirl.”

You were loving and hating the way he was in control right now. Loved it because of how good it felt and hated it because you knew he would keep this over your head for as long as you lived. But right now, you didn’t care as you spoke, “Yes, Daddy.”

Cody licked his lips at you. “Good girl,” he spoke, then suddenly grabbed you by your legs, scooting you closer to him.

Your eyes went wide, followed by moaning as you saw his head dipped in between your legs, as his tongue slid between your wet folds, licking it.

Your moans filled the room as Cody stared up at you, watching him taste your clit. If you didn’t wake up the neighbor from banging on his door earlier, you probably did right now.

“Baby, don’t stop,” You moaned, letting out a cry. You couldn’t move if you wanted to; Cody had your legs held down.

“Calm down, baby girl,” Cody spoke as you struggled uncontrollably underneath his grip. “Just enjoy my tongue. Enjoy me please you.”

You let out a whine when he said this as you threw your head back, moaning. Your hand found its way to his hair, gripping harshly, causing a vibration throughout your body as he groaned in between your clit.

“Cody?” You spoke out. Cody hums in response as his tongue doesn’t stop the work it’s doing on you. “Cody, I’m… I’m… fuccckkk baby."

The words that left your mouth immediately made Cody know that you were close to your climax, something that you hadn’t had in a while. His remembering that made him pressed harder against your clit, nose touching it as his head shook vigorously against you.

You let out a cry of moans as your back arched once, feeling his fingers slide deep into you. You couldn’t take much longer before feeling what may have been one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.

Your body shook before going stiff a bit, then collapsed your back onto the bed, panting. Cody's head appeared from between as he flashed yet another smile, all while panting.

Somehow, throughout this aura stage, you desperately fought against, you managed to make a snarky comment about it.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face, asshole,” Cody smirked when you said this and leaned towards you. “You’re gonna still disrespect me?”

A smirk appeared on your lips. Despite your legs being semi-numb, you being in this semi-aura stage, and Cody being a fucking dick but somehow incredibly attractive, you manage to push him onto the bed as your naked body straddle on top of him. Cody was taken back, but his eyes immediately fell onto your body, how you sat on top of him.

“You’re never getting any respect from me,” you spoke before kissing him. You can taste yourself; he grabs hold of your neck, deepening the kiss.

It got out of control momentarily as you two expressed more frustration. You didn’t realize until a second later that you began grinding on top of Cody.

His hands slid down to your hips, moving you against him. You can feel him throbbing against you, causing you to moan.

“You’re so sexy,” Cody moaned out as you let out whimpers in his ears. “So fucking beautiful.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach as he said this. It felt weird. Having him say things like that to you and receiving butterflies was new to you. He always made you sick.

Now, it was the opposite, but you pushed it to the side as you got off of him and placed his hand on the waistband of his pants.

Cody helped you pull his pants off, along with his boxers. You unintentionally bite your lips at the size of his member.

You finally understood him, understood why he was always so cocky and why his ego was so big. It was as big as his member. And it came out as he looked at you, smirking. You were looking at it longer than expected.

“What’s that matter? Never fuck a big cock before?”

You smirk before straddling back on him. “I can put my clothes back on and leave.” You spoke. Cody smiled at you. “But you’re not.”

You immediately shut him up by kissing him. You felt relaxed as you sat on his member. However, the two of you let out a moan as he moved your hips, grinding you against him.

“I can feel you clenching, and you're not even in me,” He moaned as he looked up at you, enjoying yourself on him. It was the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Your eyes were closed as you concentrated on the feeling of him.

You let out a whine as Cody stopped you, but suddenly let out a loud moan as he rubbed his cock on your clit before inserting himself in you.

Both of you two let out a gasp. A part you thought you could handle the size, but you were wrong. And you weren’t helping Cody either as you clenched around him. “Fuck you’re so tight; stop clenching around me, or else I’m going cum.”

You felt yourself wanting another orgasm as you started bouncing on his member. Moans filled the room as the two looked at each other.

Cody concentrated on you as you looked down at him with your hands pinned onto his chest. His hand was on your breast, massaging it, while his other hand smacked down on your ass, causing you to moan loudly.

“Talk to me, baby,” You spoke as you enjoyed yourself on his cock. Cody smirked as he watched you please yourself. “I love how you take my cock, baby, you’re so pretty.”

Your head threw back. “Your cock feels amazing, fuck!”

“Yeah, that’s baby girl, keep going.” Cody moaned. You could help but scream in pleasure when he held you in place and started fucking in pace.

“Oh gosh, just like that.” You moaned. Cody groaned before sliding his arm around your waist and flipping you over.

You now looked up at him as clapping sounds filled the room with your moans. “Fuck you’re so hot!” You moaned, watching him spread your legs apart and deepen his cock in you.

“Shittt, Y/N,” Cody spoke. “You have no idea how bad I dreamt about fucking your tight pussy of yours.”

Your mind was too dizzy even to comprehend what Cody said. Much less, you couldn’t understand what you were saying. You just wanted to finish.

“Yeah, tell me more,” You moaned as you swore you felt Cody’s cock twitch as you said this.

“The amount of times you left me hard. The way I wanted to fuck your ignorant ass out of you. I even jerk off at the thought of it.”

“Cody, fuck!!” You cried out as you felt your orgasm coming. You started clenching more than before, indicating to Cody that you were about to reach your climax.

He hovers over you, slamming himself in you as he reaches your G-spot. Your legs were numb; all you felt was him and only him.

“Cody, I’m close, baby!” You moaned. The way Cody was moaning in your ears wasn’t helping as your hands flew on his back, nails digging into it.

“I’m gonna cum baby.” Cody moaned in your ears. You kissed on his shoulders, holding on to him. “Cum in me, baby.”

“Yeah, you want me to cum in you?” He said, looking at you. “You’re such a slut, shit, come on baby, finish on my cock.”

Your breast pressed against his chest as you reached your second orgasm. You moaned louder than expected when you felt him shoot himself inside of you, cumming. You thank the lord for birth control; otherwise, you would have been pregnant right there and then.

Cody pulled himself out, and as you felt him leaking out of you, he lay next to you as the two of you panted.

It now hit you. You fucked Cody Rhodes. The guy you truly despised. The guy who made your life a living hell.

Cody looked at you, watching your expression as he realized what had happened. You looked over at him, and eventually, that hatred for him appeared right there when he flashed another stupid smile.

“Are you gonna show me respect?” He asked, fully aware of your answer. You answered anyway, panting still but shaking your head at him.

“Never.”

[lovingmattysposts]

first i just wanna say i LOVEEEEE your writing so so much. the first time series w chris is so fucking good its just so cute and goofy how she's so clueless and he teaches her everything w no judgement but its still hot as fuck??????? i cant explain its just perfect but i was wondering if you could do a matt version with like a different back story or something but the same innocent y/n

Dreamin' about it

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: Matt and you never got along. He always teased you about everything you did, so much so you decide to you wanted to lose your virginity just so he would shut about it. The only issues was you didn't know who to lose it to and that you were scared out of your mind to do it

warnings: I obviously know Nick, Matt, Madi or Chris would never pressure you into sexual things, it's just apart of the story. There is NO sexual misconduct in this even though the ending makes it seem that way. drinking, smut, mentions of drinking.

I had to make this into two parts because it was genuanly so fucking long so this is only the first part

xoxo autumn.

“Move”

I felt myself be shoved out of the way. I glared up at Matt who was now attempting to open his locker. “I was standing there” I mumbled looking at him. He glanced over at me. “What?” He said shaking his head and closing his eyes. I swallowed turning back around.

“Nothing, never mind” I mumbled before walking down the hallway into the classroom. I sighed sitting next to Madi. She glanced over at me. “Why do you look pissed?” She smiled. I shrugged before glancing over to the door seeing Matt walk into the room before sitting down next to Chris.

“Matt again?” She asked blinking at me. I shook my head turning away from him. “I don’t know” I mumbled looking down. “I just don’t know why he’s so rude to me” I said looking at her. She shrugged.

“Maybe he’s got a crush” She laughed. I rolled my eyes and pushed her making her laugh. "Yeah I'm sure" I shook my head.

Matt and I never really got along to say the least. We didn't hate each other. At least, I didn't hate him. He was overall just rude as fuck. Which makes it hard to be in a friend group with him. Madi, Nick, Chris, Matt and I are close and we hangout almost everyday.

Everyone gets along just fine. I love Nick, Chris is absolutely hilarious, and Matt was just a dick to me. I never did anything to him. He wasn't mean to Madi, only me. I never understood it.

Matt turned around catching my eye and I just looked down at the desk. He smirked and shook his head just turning around facing back to Chris. The first time I met Matt, I was instantly attracted to him, then he opened his mouth, absolutely ruining it for me. Which I guess was good. Getting into something with a member of the friend group would just complicate things anyway.

"I heard he's going out with that Jessica girl" Madi mumbled over to me. I looked over to her, disgust on my face. "Jessica Riley?" I asked looking at her. She pursed her lips nodding. I rolled my eyes.

"Why would he waste his time on her?" I asked looking at her. She shrugged. "He told me she gives good head. Guess that's good enough of a reason to keep her around" She sighed pulling out her laptop. I shook my head and glanced over at him laughing at something Chris said.

"Is that all that boy cares about?" I asked raising my eyebrows at her. She shrugged. "Never heard a complaint from any girls he's been with" She smirked at me. I closed my eyes shaking my head. She sighed hitting my shoulder.

"Have you thought about it anymore?" She said lowering her voice. I swallowed looking over at her. I had mentioned to her a few weeks ago that I felt like an absolute outcast being the only virgin in the friend group. Never being able to participate in 'never have i ever' or any drinking games involving exposing anything sexual.

I got enough shit from Matt as it was, being a virgin just made his torment ten time worse. I was explaining how I thought about doing it with one of the boys in the hockey team and Matt let "She probably wouldn't even know what to do with a dick if she saw one" slip and it sent me into a spiral and i've been thinking about it ever since.

I've just never had the opportunity to do it before. I've never had a boyfriend before and i've never liked anyone enough to do anything other than kiss them. Now, I just wanted to get it over with. Just for Matt's comments to stop at the very least.

"Not really" I said back. She sighed and looked around. "I have an idea, I'm coming over after school" She smiled making my eyes go wide and slip back in my seat. "Great" I whispered feeling my face go red.

-

She threw the list in front of my face. I glanced down and then back up with her. "You're kidding" I stated looking up at her. She rolled her eyes as she sat down next to me and pulled out a pencil. "No I'm not. If you're serious we have to think this through" She said looking over at me.

I already felt the regret of even saying anything form in my stomach. I groaned looking away from her as she scanned her eyes down at the list. "Purely sex on basis. Not relationship wise. Just potential candiate for taking your virginity" She said looking at me. I shook my head standing up.

"I'm not doing this" I said rubbing my hands over my face. She pulled my arm. "Yes you are. You're not doing this with a random person. We're taking this seriously" She said pulling me back down next to her. I sighed covering my red face. "Okay go" I mumbled trying not to soak in the reality of this situation.

"Tyler Smith" She said looking over at me. I looked over at her. "You're kidding" I stated as she looked up from the paper. She held in a laugh and crossed his name off the list. "Sorry" She smiled. "Madi" I said glaring at her. "That was the only joke one i'm sorry. I just wanted to lighten the mood" She said shaking her head, making me smile.

She glanced back down at the list. "Will Hanson" She said. I looked up before shaking my head. "Y/n" She sighed. "His limbs are unproportional, it freaks me out" I said shaking my head. She rolled her eyes before crossing him off the list.

"Hmm. Evan Reel?" She asked, making me smile slightly. "A smile!" She pointed at my face. I pushed her away shaking my head. "He would never go for me" I sighed looking up at her. She smiled and pursed her lips.

"I don't knowwww, Chris said he was staring at you picture a little too long in the locker room" She smiled. I sat up. "No he didn't" I said shaking my head. She covered her smile with the paper and I pushed her. "Are you serious?" I smiled. She nodded and circled his name.

"So potential candidate" She smiled making me shake my head. She traced the pencil over the page and hummed. "Chris?" She asked looking up at me. I just stared at her blinking. "Like Chris-Chris? Like Christopher Struniolo?" I asked my eyes wild tilting my head. She shrugged.

"You know him. It would be like comforting since you guys are friends. And he's cute" She shrugged. I shook my head. "After he burped the alphabet to me I could never look at him romantically" I stated blankly. She nodded and crossed his name off the list. She glanced up at me.

"Don't say it"

"Matt?" She smiled. I shook my head. "No. Absolutely not in a million years. No" I said shaking my head in all seriousness. She sighed setting down the paper looking at me. "Oh come on y/n. He's good in bed. Tory told me he was the best d-" She started. I covered my ears.

"Madi No. Hard no" I said shaking my head. She frowned. "Potential candidate?" She smiled. I grabbed the paper and took it from her, grabbing her pencil and crossing out his name and handed it back to her.

"No."

-

Matt pressed me against the wall. I felt his breath on my neck but what I felt more was the growing need in my stomach as he gripped my waist. "Fuck, you're so hot" He whispered before kissing down my neck. I breathed in, gripping his hand in his hair.

"Matt" I breathed. He grabbed my waist before pushing me over to the bed and before I could blink he was pinning my arms down and pressing his lips to mine.

"I wanted this for so long" He mumbled against my lips. "Me too" I said back. He leaned up reaching at the bottom on his shirt before ripping it off. I just looked up at him.

"Like what you see baby?" He whispered, running his hands up my body. I pulled me back down to me before pressing my lips to his. "I need to be inside you" He said against my lips. I nodded pulling my top off as he felt me over my bra.

"Make me see stars" I said pushing his hair back. He looked up at me with a dark look in his eyes before he undid his belt and threw it to the side. I pushed off my shorts before he pressed himself against me. I moaned from the unfamalier feeling.

I looked down between us. He paused. "You okay?" He whispered. I nodded. "Keep doing that" I nodded pressing up against him. He smiled as he pushed his hand over my bra.

"It turns me on that you're so innocent" He whispered, making my face go red. I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when he pressed against me again. "Fuck, Matt" I mumbled arching my back.

"I could do this all night long y/n, but I can feel you pulsing. I need you just as much you need me" He said as he pushing down my underwear. My chest rose and fell as he pushed his fingers into me.

"You're so worked up just for me" He whispered pushing his fingers compelely into me. I swallowed my eyes going wide. "Do you think about me? Because I think about you" He said against my face as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

"Alone" He kissed the side of my face. "In my bedroom" He continued. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Touching myself" He said pressing his forehead against mine. I whined pressing against his fingers.

"Dreaming about you whining underneath me, because I know you weren't as innocent as you showed" He said pulling his fingers out of me. I opened my eyes looking at him.

"I knew I could have had you like this under me, all you had to do was ask" He smiled pulling down his boxers. I stared down at him, my eyes going wide.

"Knowing you've never even touched yourself" He said taking himself in his hand. I just stared at him in awe. "And now I get to make you feel as you as you made me felt" He said looking down at me. I bit my lip.

"You get me so worked up and you don't even know it princess" He smiled. I swallowed. "Really?" I whispered. He smiled and nodded. "You thought I hated you but all I really wanted to do was fuck those dirty looks you give me right off your face" He said pressing his lips against mine.

I breathed in from the kiss. I felt him line himself up with me. He pulled away. "You wanna see stars?" He asked looking down at me. I nodded. "I'll make you see stars" He smiled before pushing all the way into me.

I jumped up from my bed, covering in sweat. My heart beating out of my chest. It was dark. I was alone. No Matt. Just me. I swallowed, pressing my hands to my face before turning and looking at the clock on my night stand.

3:55am

I sighed breathing out. Trying to contain myself. There was no way that I just had a dirty dream about Matt of all people. I swallowed laying back down in my bed, trying to wipe it from the memory.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

But it felt so real. I squeezed my eyes shut. No. No. No. I can't control my dreams. This was no my fault. My eyes went wide knowing I had to face Matt tomorrow. Fuck.

-

"Are you okay?" Nick as looking over to me. I glanced over at him. "What?" I said suddenly. He just furrowed his eyebrows at me. "No yeah I'm fine completely and totally fine. Never been better actually" I smiled brightly at him. He just laughed and shook his head.

I turned away worry all over my face.

"Hey"

I jumped out of my skin and turned around seeing Madi looking at me. I let out a breath and pressed my hand to my chest. "Are you okay?" She laughed looking at me. I nodded. "Yeah" I sighed looking at her. She shook her head before stepping up to me.

"So have you thought about him?" She asked smiling. My eyes went wide. "What?" My voice broke. She rolled her eyes. "Evan" She mumbled raising her eyebrows. I let out a breath, before shaking my head.

"Right Evan. Yeah-" I said furrowing my eyebrows. "Evan Reel?" Nick questioned looking at me. I looked from him to Madi. "He's gonna take her virginity" Madi stated making my eyes go wide.

"What?" Nick asked looking at me. I shook my head. "No-"

"Who's taking who's virginity?"

I jumped seeing Matt walking up to us, looking at me. My heart beat out of my chest. I looked at the ground. "No one is taking anyone's virginity" I said glaring at Madi. She frowned.

"No on Evan?" She asked looking at me. "Even Reel?" Matt asked raising his eyebrows at me. I looked away from him. "No it was hypotheitcal" I swallowed. He smiled shaking his head.

"Heard his dick was small, good luck getting off to that" He chuckled. I glared at him. "Who's dick is small?" Chris asked walking up to us and glancing at me. I let out a breath.

"No one. No one's dick is small and no one is taking anyone's virginity! God is this all you guys talk about?" I yelled as their faces went wide. I let out a breath before turning and pushing past them and walking down the hallway, attempting to shaking the thoughts from my head.

-

I tried to focus on what the teacher was saying. I really tried. But all that was circulating in my mind was that dream. So much so that I found myself staring at Matt. His eyes fixated on the teacher in front of us. His jaw clenched as he stared in front of him, slightly chewing on the bottom of his pencil.

I swallowed as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly. I let out a breath looking down at my desk. I can't. I cannot look at him differently now. He was an asshole to me. Yeah he's not horrible to look at, but jeez y/n it was a dream. Control yourself.

"Y/n?"

I looked up from my name being called seeing the teacher staring at me. I swallowed glancing over at Matt, who's eyes were now on me. I looked back at the teacher.

"Number 3? Did you get the answer?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest. I let out a breath looking down at the sheet in front of me. "Uh yeah I-" I mumbled glancing over the problems.

"5/10 with the square root of 67" I said looking up at her. She nodded before turning towards the board. I glanced over at Matt who shook his head rolling his eyes looking over his own paper.

I raised my hand and the teacher glanced at me. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I mumbled. She waved me off as I stood up an walked towards the door.

I had to get my head straight. I couldn't let this dream affect how I looked at Matt or effect the friend group. I was just complicating things for myself.

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror staring at myself. "Get yourself together" I whispered staring at myself. After a few minutes of trying to redirect my own mind I turned and walked out of the bathroom shaking my head.

This was Matt we were talking about. Matt. Asshole. Yeah he might be good in bed, but that doesn't mean that I wanted to get him into bed. It was ridicioulous. What was I thinking?

I turned the corner before running into who else, Matt. My eyes went wide as he looked at me. "What?" He asked looking down at me. "What?" I asked looking back at him. He narrowed his eyes as me.

"Why are you acting so on edge today?" He asked looking down at me. I bit my lip looking off to the side. "I-I'm not" I stuttered looking away from him. He let out a breath.

"Well can you move then? I have to piss" He said. I looked up at him realizing I was blocking his path. "Right" I shook my head as I moved around him. He shook his head as he moved past me. I turned around looking at him.

"Matt" My mouth said without thinking. He stopped turning and looking at me. I just looked at him. He looked to the side and then back at me. "What?" He shook his head.

"Are you going out with Jessica?" I asked. I don't know why that was the first thing that came to mind, but at least if I knew he was locked down I would feel even more wrong for fantizing about him and I would force myself to stop.

He chuckled slightly. "No, we just hook up" He said looking at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I asked shaking my head. He sighed stepping back towards me. "We just fuck y/n it's nothing serious" He said looking down at me. I shook my head looking off with a face of disgust.

"Ew Matt" I mumbled. He shrugged. "You asked" He stated. I guess I did ask, I just hated the answer. "How can you just hook up with someone like that? Like without even caring?" I asked shaking my head. He glared at me.

"You wouldn't get it, virgin" He stated crossing his arms over his chest. I clenched my jaw. "Scream it from the rooftops why don't you?" I said shaking my head and turning and started to walk away. There is was. I hated him again. Why was he such an ass?

"Y/n" he stated. I stopped turning back to him. "Are you really going to let Evan take your virginity?" He asked looking at me with an expression I couldn't read. I just looked at him, before letting out a breath.

"I don't know" I shook my head. He bit his lip and looked down. "He's kind of an ass, you deserve better than that for your first time" He said looking at me. I just stared at him attempting to sink in his words before he turned and walked down the hallway.

I looked down at my shoes, letting out a breath closing my eyes.

fuck.

-

"No" I shook my head as I looked in the mirror. Madi came up behind me. "Yes!" She cheered. I shook my head stepping back. "I look stupid" I shaking my head. She pushed me back in front of the mirror. "You look hot" She said looking at me through the mirror. I cringed as I looked at the black eyeliner and my hair pulled back and the amount of skin exposed.

I was wearing a tight black skirt with a tight black top. I cover my arms over me. I never wore tight on tight. "Don't you think it's a little much?" I asked looking over at her. She glanced over at me. "It's what I normally wear to parties. Do you think I dress too much?" She asked glancing over her own clothes that were similar to mine.

"No, but-" I started to say but she held her hands up. "But nothing! You look hot as shit!" She smiled. I sighed as I smoothed out my skirt. We heard the door open and Matt Chris and Nick walked in.

"You guys ready?" Nick asked looking at us. "No" I shook my head. Madi grabbed my arm. "Yes, we're ready" She glared at me. I looked down at my shoes, I did not feel comfortable in this.

"Matt" She said pointing at him. "Please tell her that she looks good" Madi said pointing to me. I looked up at Matt waiting for the blow to my already fading confidence. I bit my lip as I looked at him as I waited for him to respond, but all he did was look at me.

His eyes scaling my body and blinking not saying a word. Madi groaned. "Chris?" She said. Chris looked over at me and nodded. "You look great y/n. Evan's going to be there, I've put in a good word" He smiled walking over to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I don't know why, but that just made me feel worse. I swallowed looking up at him. "What'd you say?" I asked looking at him. He shrugged. "Don't worry about it" He smiled. I shook my head and looked away as I reached down and pulled my skirt down.

"Stop doing that. Are you going to be doing that all night?" She asked pushing my hand away. I widened my eyes as I looked down at the skirt. "Madi it's ridiciouls! Look at it!" I said spinning around before looking down at the skirt riding up on my thighs. She shook her head.

I looked up at Matt who still stood there looking at me. He cleared his throat. "I'm gonna wait in the car" He mumbled looking down before walking out of the door. I just watched as he walked out.

"Can I please just change into some leggings or something?" I sighed. Madi shook her head. "There's no time we're already late and Evan's waitingggg" She smiled grabbing my arm and pulled my arm as we walked to the car.

-

"Have you planned your attack?" Nick smiled looking over at me. I felt my face go red. "No Nick" I glared at him. He shrugged. "You haven't thought about it?" He asked looking at me. I shook my head.

"I'm trying not to think about it. I've barely spoken to the guy and I'm suppose to have sex with him?" I asked looking over at Madi. She rolled her eyes. "You wanted this" She argued. I shook my head.

"I thought I wanted it" I mumbled. "You're pussying out" Chris said turning from the driver seat. I glared at him. "I'm not i'm just--" I said looking over at Matt who was focusing on driving.

"I don't know" I mumbled looking down at my lap. "I don't even know if he likes me" I sighed leaning back. "I'd wanna fuck in that fit, and i'm actually gay" Nick laughed. I pushed his shoulder and shook my head.

"You can't fuck without a condom, do you have one?" Chris asked looking back at me. "Guys I don't even know if i'm gonna go through with it" I glared at them. "Matt, do you have a condom?" Chris asked hitting his shoulder. Matt glanced over at him.

"No" He stated blankly. Chris sighed. "I know you do Matt come on" He said. I looked over at him. "I don't have one" He said through gritted teeth before looking back to the road.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to y/n" Nick said pushing my shoulder. I looked down at my lap. "Yeah don't feel pressured." Madi said next to me. I just closed my eyes and leaned back.

"Maybe I'll change my mind after a few drinks"

-

"How many of those have you had?" Matt asked peering down at the drink in my hand. I looked down at my cup and shrugged. "This is only my second I think" I stated looking back up at him. He just looked down at me.

"What?" I asked shaking my head. He shrugged. "I just don't think you should have sex for the first time while you're drunk" He stated leaning against the counter. I shook my head.

"Matt why do you care?" I scoffed. He narrowed his eyes down at me. "I don't" He stated blankly. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrows. He sighed. "I'm your friend. I'm just giving you some advice. I did it for the first time when I was drunk and I don't even remember it and I regret it" He said staring down at me.

I sighed suddenly feeling bad for him slightly, but not enough. "What was that 20 bodies ago?" I asked tilted my head. He glared down at me. "Fine, get wasted see if I care" He mumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine I will" I glared at him taking another sip from my drink. "Don't let Madi get into your head about it. It should be because you want to do it not because someone else wants you to" He said pushing off the counter.

"I'm not, I want to" I slightly lied. I didn't even know if I really wanted to. "You want to? With Evan of all people?" He asked raising his eyebrows at me. I clenched my jaw and looked up at him. "It would be nice to get shit from you about being so innocent virgin every other day" I said harshly. His face slightly softened.

"You're doing this because of me?" He asked softly. I just looked up at him. I opened my mouth to say something but I heard someone walk up to us.

"Y/n right?"

I turned seeing Evan smiling down at me. I looked over at Matt who just looked at him. "Uh I-uh Yeah" I smiled finally up at him. Evan looked over at him. "Matt" He nodded smiling. Matt just glared at him walking off without responding. Evan furrowed his eyebrows before turning back to me.

"Ignore him, He's just like that" I said shaking my head. He nodded looking down at me. "Yeah" He laughed.

A long conversation and about 3 drinks later, I was more than tispy. I wasn't wasted. I was almost like a happy drunk. I was feeling less anxious about the whole thing.

I smiled and turned my head seeing Matt Chris and Madi on the other side of the room slightly glancing at me. Madi waved and smiled and I shook my head. I looked over at Matt who had a blank stare. I looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows and he wasn't breaking eye contact.

"Can I get you another drink?" Evan asked looking down at me. I looked up at him breaking my staring contest with Matt. "Yeah, that'd be great" I smiled sheepishly up at him. He smiled grabbing my cup and turning into the kitchen.

I let out a breath before walking over to my friends. "Hey" I smiled leaning against Chris. Chris smiled down at me as Matt glared at me leaning against the wall. "Hey" Chris chuckled.

I smiled over at Madi. "Are you okay? How's it going over there?" She asked. "Amazing Evan is so sweet" I smiled. I heard Matt scoff from across from me. I looked up at him. "Yeah? Why do you think he's being sweet?" He asked looking at me.

"Matt leave her alone" Madi glared at him. He just rolled his eyes. I shook my head. "It's fine Madi. I'm doing okay" I chuckled. "Oh God" Chris said looking off across the room. I turned to where he was looking.

"Is that Nick?" Madi asked. "Talk to his ex" Chris said as he shook his head and walked off towards Nick. "This isn't good" Madi shook her head as she walked off with him. I let out a breath before smiling and shaking my head.

"Why are you so happy?" Matt asked pushing off the wall. I smiled and walked over leaning against the wall to get my feet a slight break. I smiled. "It's called vodka, you should try it" I giggled. He just stared down at me.

"I'm driving" He stated. I rolled my eyes. "You're such a little buzz kill, you know that?" I asked pushing my finger against his chest. He looked down at my hand and then back up at me. I pulled my finger off him and smiled.

"You're drunk" He stated. "And I have a cute boy who thinks i'm pretty waiting for me" I smiled tilting my head. He looked off the side. "It's not a good idea" He shook his head. I scoffed. "Isn't Jessica around here somewhere?" I asked glancing around the room.

"I told you we aren't together" He said back harshly. I rolled my eyes. "Ah" I said pushing off the wall. "I forget you know? From your girlfriends, to your friends with benefits, to your hookups. It gets all mixed around in my head" I said swirling my fingers around my head.

"You seem pretty fixated on my dating life. Why are you so interested?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I just looked at him. "I'm not" I stated blankly. He hummed licking his lips.

"I could do this all night long y/n, but I can feel you pulsing. I need you just as much you need me" He said as he pushing down my underwear. My chest rose and fell as he pushed his fingers into me.

I swallowed as I stared at him. He just looked back at me. If only he knew was was crossing my mind right now.

"Here you go"

I looked up seeing Evan handing me another drink. I took it. "Thanks" I said looking at him. He nodded. "She doesn't need another one" Matt stated looking up at him. I glared over at Matt.

"What?" Evan asked looking over at him. "Nothing, don't listen to him" I said shaking my head as Matt as I grabbed Evan's arm and walked away.

Evan smiled down at me.

"Do you wanna go upstairs?"

I blinked up at him. I glanced back at Matt but he was gone. I glanced around the room but I didn't see him anywhere. I swallowed. "Y/n?" He asked looking down at me. I glanced up at him.

"Uh, yeah sure" I nodded. He smiled grabbing my hand as he walked towards the steps. I tried to shake the nerves. It's just a guy, it's just sex. It's not a big deal everyone does it.

We made it up the steps as he pushed a door open leading into a bed room. We walked in and he closed the door behind us. I let out a nervous breath before smiling up at him.

He smiled walking up to me before grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him pressing his lips to mine sloppily. Wow that was fast. I kissed him back closing my eyes as he pushed me back against the bed and climbed over me.

Don't think about it. Just don't think about it.

He gripped my hips hard making me pull apart. "That hurts" I said looking at him. He smiled. "You're cute, you know that?" He said before pressing his lips to mine again. I kissed him back putting my hands in his hair, trying to enjoy this kill.

He pushed my shirt up. I stopped his hands slightly. He pulled apart. "Can I not take your shirt off?" He asked looking at me. I blinked at him. "Can I keep it on?" I whispered looking at him. He sighed before nodding and pushing my legs apart moving his body in between them.

My heart started to beat out of chest. I was so scared. Why was this so terrifying? He pulled my leg up gripping my leg as he kissed down my leg. I just stared up at the ceiling.

I was drunk. I shouldn't do this drunk right? No. I'm not letting Matt win. I'm going through with this. Evan's cute. It's fine.

"You're so innocent. It kind of turns me on" He smiled against my skin.

"It turns me on that you're so innocent" He whispered, making my face go red. I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when he pressed against me again. "Fuck, Matt" I mumbled arching my back.

I shook off the dream. I'm not thinking about that right now. It almost felt like Matt was kissing my neck. Almost. It wasn't. It was some other dude. It was not Matt. I let out a breath.

I didn't even really know this guy.

He pushed up my skirt slightly. I closed my eyes. Oh god this was really happening and I was panicking.

"Evan" I mumbled. He bit down on my neck. "Hm?" He hummed. I bit my lip. "I've never done this before" I breathed. "I know" He said lifting his head. He nodded. "I kind of assumed" He stated. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Come on. I'll go easy just relax" He said, but that did not make me feel any better. He pressed his lips to mine but I couldn't even find the energy to kiss him back.

He sighed pulling away. "Are you not even gonna kiss me?" He asked. I blinked at him. "I'm drunk" I stated suddenly. He chuckled hanging his head.

"I know. I am too" He said sliding his hand under my skirt. I slightly pulled back. "Come on you can't talk to me all night and show up wearing that just to tease me" He said and pressed his lips against mine, my eyes wide open as I felt his hand move over the lace of my underwear.

Oh god, Matt was right.

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[h0rnyauth0r]

being stuck in a power outage with ghost, who you don’t get along with <3

i'm sorry to take months between content :( i hope everyone's doing well! i missed writing so much!

word count: 2.8k

warnings: reaader w/ vagina, use of good girl, cumming inside, unprotected sex, and other smut-typical moments

you can admit when you’re wrong to basically anybody, really. like right now, you know it’s a bad idea to sneak off during a briefing about the mission you’re going to be going on, but listening to ghost for any longer will have you ripping your hair out and screaming.

you hate that man with a passion, with the utmost sincerity of your being. he pushes you more than the others, he constantly ridicules your movements, and he always compares you to everyone else. just the other day you were ordered to run two extra miles for ‘misbehaving’ by talking with soap about holiday plans.

you’d say he has plans to get you to the point of dropping 141 and moving on, but you know that won’t happen. you’ve grown to love the team, even if he may ruin things. his targeting of you hasn’t reached a point where it’s putting you or others into danger, so as far as you’re concerned you’ll be staying.

it’s a rainy day today, clouds shifting across the sky slowly with a dark and gloomy grey making the world around you seem so sad. you love the rain. the distant thunder cracking down as it begins approaching the base. you’re not sure if the storm might interrupt the plans for later, seeing as it may impact flying out.

you shrug the thought off as you enter one of the side rooms, often used for private meetings and for you, reading. the doors here often use a pin code or a keycard to get into for security reasons, which makes things easier despite the dependence on technology.

you want to read a new book that gaz gifted you, saying that he highly recommended it to you after reading it himself. you never thought he’d be into romance novels, but here you are reading a book thats cover displays a withering rose and mentions a scandalous plotline between a ceo of a company and his newest intern.

you take a seat on one of the many chairs and finally open the cover, reading the first few notes and getting started on the first chapter. the writing is decent, and you find yourself enjoying this tacky plotline more than you anticipated.

time passes, and it’s probably been around ten minutes before you hear the sound of the door unlocking followed by heavy footsteps. you know you’ve just fucked yourself over when you hear a deep sigh. it’s ghost.

“figured you’d be here. why did you skip my briefing? it’s important information.” his voice is stern, angry.

you roll your eyes at his reaction and tone. “i can easily just get the info from price, he has the folders. besides, i already know what we’re doing and i’m already packed for leaving.”

the footsteps get closer and his arms reach around your front, snatching the book from your hands and slamming it shut. “if you had actually come to the meeting like any sensible person, you’d know our mission is postponed due to the storms.” he snaps, watching the way you angrily turn around and face him.

you glare at him, “just because it’s been canceled doesn’t mean you can interrupt my reading, lieutenant.”

now he’s rolling his eyes at you, arms crossing with your book still in his hand. “i don’t give a shit about your reading. you can’t disregard the rules here and think you’ll just get away with things because you’re close with price. at this point, i’m not letting you go on the mission. you can stay here since you like it so much.” his voice sounds like a father scolding his child, and you grow angry at the mention of not being allowed to go on the mission anymore.

“you know i can just talk to price and get this settled myself, simon. i will go where i want. now get out and leave me alone if you’re done treating me like a child.”

he slams the book down onto the table in the room and clenches his fists, turning to the door and getting a keycard out to unlock it.

that’s when the whooshing sound loudly interrupts any movements, lights going out and power ultimately failing. you almost immediately groan out, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. the only bit of light is from the crease of the door, and you can practically feel the anger radiating off of ghost.

“uh, the gen should kick on right?” your voice breaks the silence, feeling awkward about even speaking to the man right now.

“it would’ve already. must not have petrol left.” he says, and you can barely make out him taking a seat in one of the chairs in the room.

it’s nearly impossible to see, and the odds of this happening were so slim that you’re now regretting going into this room in the first place. you should’ve gone back to your bunk, but now you’re trapped here with the lieutenant and you don’t know when things will be back.

a loud pounding on the door startles you, and you hear soap’s voice scream at the door. “gaz is getting some petrol now! we were out of supply, the shipment was running late!” he screams, and you wince at how loud he’s being.

“thanks, soap! hopefully he’s back soon.” you say loudly, sinking onto the floor and sitting with your back against the door.

“should be a half hour.” ghost grumbles, and you nod at his words before flushing when you realize he can’t see you nod.

for a few minutes, neither of you say anything. you want to say something, maybe even apologize for your behavior. you know it was wrong of you to skip out on the briefing, and he’s never going to be nice to you if you continue acting out.

“hey, i’m sorry.” you say quietly.

“huh?”

“i’m sorry. for missing the briefing. it was a bad idea. i know it’s not a good look to skip out on those, so i just wanted to apologize. just because we don’t get along doesn’t mean i can fuck with our team’s organization.”

you hear him breathe in deeply, probably contemplating the words to say in the moment. you feel a little nervous with his silence, almost finding yourself feeling worried about him.

he speaks up though, “i understand why you did it. i’m hard on you, more than the others. it’s because you’re stronger and i know you can handle yourself.”

his words make you feel happy, and you actually find yourself smiling because of something he said for the first time ever. you never would’ve thought that this man sees your strength and resilience.

“thank you. can i ask you something?”

“shoot.”

“why do you punish me for talking with soap, or any others for that matter, but not them too?”

he doesn’t reply, and you don’t exactly expect him to. the quiet is mildly overwhelming and has you worried that the small step forward with the older man may have already regressed.

you hear him stand up, though, and take a seat beside you in front of the electric door. the proximity makes you anxious, but his voice is what makes it less intense.

“admittedly, i don’t like seeing others talk with you like that.” his words hold weight in your head, your neck cranking downwards to process. you’re stuck taking in what he said, contemplating what exactly it means.

jealousy? you want it to be true, in the most selfish way. maybe he sees others as a obstacle to you. but you’re certain it’s actually because they may be distracting you from your potential.

“do you think they’re distracting me or something? because they aren’t.”

he lets out a puff of air, which you could assume is the closest you’ll get to hearing his laugh. curiosity, and more importantly, embarrassment, have you growing flustered with that reaction.

“what?” you ask.

he sighs. “i know they’re not distracting you, love.”

your face grows hot, a state of deep embarrassment combining with confusion. his hand reaches out and touches your arm, and you look in his direction with anticipation at what he’s up to.

“i was jealous, since i wanted you to talk to me instead.”

you unintentionally gulp, swallowing harshly and nodding even though you’re in the dark with him. his hand slowly moves up your arm and ends up caressing your face, thumb rubbing over your cheek as you suck in a breath.

“w-why?” you ask.

“can’t you tell why? i thought you were observant.” his voice is closer, right in your ear and you find yourself shivering. a pool of desire is bubbling up in your abdomen, thighs instinctively rubbing together for any tension.

you never would’ve thought that ghost had any interest in you with the way he’s treated you, but you can very much tell now. his very touch is sending sparks through your body and you can’t help but hope he’s willing to fuck you into these cold floors right now.

“i-” 

“shh.” he puts his hand over your mouth and your eyes roll back pathetically. if he can have such an impact on you with just words, you can only imagine how good he would be in other areas. 

your teeth dig harshly into your bottom lip when his other hand begins reaching for your thigh, kneading into the skin as it moves up and closer to your clothed pussy. he begins massaging the skin there and you whimper desperately.

your panties grow more and more soaked with every passing second and you find yourself staring deeply into his eyes through the darkness. you can see the look in them and it speaks volumes. he knows that you’re completely turned on by him and he’s smug about that fact.

his hand digs into your face and it kind of hurts, but you’re more overcome with the feeling of his other hand pushing at your pants to care about anything else. “you want me?” he asks, voice gruff and lustful.

his hand moves from your face.

“yes.” you whisper breathlessly, willing to do anything at the moment for him.

“good.”

both of his hands tug at your pants, fiddling with the belt and eventually lifting your body up to take them off. your panties stay on, but he fingers at the fabric to rub at your folds.

“do me a favor, yeah? lean against the table for me.” he says, slapping down on your ass as you jump and do what he says. you lean against it like he said, purposefully sticking your ass out so he has more room to work with.

“good girl.” he whispers in your ear, hand pushing your panties aside as his index and middle fingers start circling your clit. you whimper out at the feeling, craving more but allowing him to help prep you for whatever might come.

his fingers are ruthless with their movements, circling and then diving into your wet hole. they curl over and over again before going back out to tease you more. and it isn’t long before you feel your panties soak and you’re practically panting from the amount of pleasure he’s given you.

you can feel yourself getting closer to cumming on his fingers, thrusting your hips back to feel more. “please, more.” you whimper out, and he actually chuckles at your begging.

“more of this?” he asks, pushing three fingers into your hole and curling them to hit that soft spongy spot inside. you cry out when he does that, thighs shaking and knees nearly giving out.

“yes!” you say, feeling like you’re about to teeter off of the edge and absolutely falling apart when his other hand starts to play with your clit again.

you don’t even know what words or sounds come out of your mouth with the force it hits you, his hands coaxing you through it with several chants of ‘good girl’ being whispered into your ear.

his fingers pull out once you’ve come down from your high, a wet sound making you particularly embarrassed with how soaked you are for him. you can hear him taking his belt off behind you and you’re more than eager to feel his dick in you now than you were before.

“you ready?” he asks, and you can hear him using your wetness to coat his cock before he’s lining it up against you and rubbing the tip against your folds.

“fuck, yes.” you mumble to him, eyes rolling back and nails digging into the table harshly as he pushes into you. the tip is so thick that it hurts at first, but once you’re used to it you think you might cum again just from the sensation of him filling your cunt.

“holy shit.” you moan out the words once he’s balls deep, the pressure against your insides feeling so fucking good. you lean down more into the table, and his hands grip your hips tightly as he prepares to move.

and when he does move, you’re breathless. you’ve never been with someone so big who actually knows what they’re doing, and the feeling alone sends you absolutely reeling and wanting this to never end.

“please, go harder.” you say softly, moaning when he listens to your words earnestly.

the table creaks loudly as his pace picks up more, hips hitting your ass hard as he fucks into you with more and more force. he decides to grab around the front of you and pull your back into him, an angle that has you moaning louder than you want to admit.

you can only hope that nobody hears you, but with the slapping sounds of his hips crashing into you and your noises it’s obvious that something is happening in this room right now.

“need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” he asks you, and you shake your head while whimpering out a ‘no’.

his hand grabs your face again, covering your lips and leaving your nose out so you can breathe. he decides to really start pushing it after this, thrusting harder and faster than you thought he could go.

you feel like you’re going to cum again soon. “‘m close.” you whimper against his hand, feeling his free hand reach down and start working your clit like it’s nothing.

you throw your head back when his hand is practically vibrating against you, cumming on his cock and moaning so loudly that the hand over your mouth clamps down harder to muffle your noises.

you can hear his breathing picking up too, small grunts and groans coming out as his own orgasm starts to approach. you’re still clenching on him from cumming so hard, and it sends him into a spiral.

the table you’re against starts moving from the force of his thrusts as he groans out and cums in you, fingers digging into your skin as his hips stutter and slow down. 

you feel so very full- from his dick and his cum at the same time, the feeling of cum dripping out and down your thighs making you shiver a little bit. he pulls out of you and you collapse against the table, breathing heavily.

“thank you.” you whisper, catching your breath as you fix your panties, pull your pants up, and allow your panties to become drenched in both of your fluids.

“it’s nothing.” is all he says, fixing himself accordingly.

you can hear a whirring before the lights slowly turn on, flickering for a moment before powering on completely. you look at him as soon as the lights are on, seeing his usual balaclava covering his face.

he’s looking right back at you, and no words need to be spoken when you get a good look at him. you start walking towards him and right as your hands are getting ready to lift his balaclava up, the door whirs open and soap is standing there.

you know you’re very close to him and immediately feel hot, backing away and looking to soap. “oh, hey.”

he looks between the two of you, a small smirk forming on his face. “it’s about time!” he exclaims.

“soap, don’t.” ghost says, shaking his head and looking to you. his hand reaches out and grabs onto yours and you find yourself gaping at the sight.

he leads you out of that room and down the halls towards the living quarters, eyes never losing that glimmer of lust towards you as you get down to his room.

“you’re gonna have to stay quiet or soap will complain, the walls are thin over here.” is all he says before you enter the room together.

neither of you get much sleep that night, and both receive an earful from soap and a few others come morning.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hi! Request from prompt list 🔥17

Dom Emily Prentiss x sub reader with overstimulation kink

Thanks :)

You can take it baby 18+

*Authors note~ 3 days into a particularly stressful placement and of course I want Emily Prentiss in completely normal ways right now. Full confession this was meant to be posted last week but I had the week from hell. I apologise guys*

Trigger warnings~ dom Emily, sub r overstimulation kink sub space mommy kink fingering oral strap on referenced as the real deal praise degrading humiliation kink spanking edging oral fixation aftercare hinted at threesome

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Really, it was amusing that you sat here pouting at a situation you had walked straight into. Willingly. All day you had been bratty, distracted and just plain disobedient to Emily and that was something she would never accept from you. As her wife, you knew damn well what you’d done and yet you still had the audacity to sit here squirming, despite the command to kneel and remain still. However, your wife was no stranger to recognising the cues of what you needed, perks of living and working together. Well and she is a profiler while you are just a technical assistant.

On the rare chance that no psychopathic serial killers were out on the hunt, the team stayed home bound and worked on paperwork that was so long since needing to be attended to. That was the soul reason you’d been able to achieve such a great result in annoying your lover with your behaviour. The instructions had been simple, go and strip bare, move so your nose is touching the wall and your knelt on your knees with your palms resting comfortably upon the tops of them.

Timeouts are something you hate, especially after you’d been edged on the drive home. All you wanted was her and that was something you knew you’d have to earn forgiveness before you could even think about having. You’d lost count how long she left you alone in the room, thighs coated in your need, craving the raven haired woman’s presence. You’ve always been told to be carful what you wish for, never understanding fully the meaning. Until now.

Ending up over your shared bed with Emily behind you was definitely not the attention you wanted. But it’s what you got. Her hand coming down against the soft globes of your ass and the backs of your thighs as she forced you to count and thank her for every hit. “Such a little slut, just needed mommy to give you a good spanking didn’t you baby?” She would taunt as an obnoxiously loud mewl slipped past your lips at the delicious sting her palm left behind. “Oh, you really are a little whore , wonder what the team would think? Their little mini PG over my bed whimpering like a bitch. Do you like it when mommy hits you baby?” You never confirmed it, you didn’t need to, the fact your enjoyment was dripping down your thighs told her everything she needed to know.

By the twentieth spank you no longer felt the same pleasure in the sting, your voice wavering as you counted for the woman. “Surely a slut like you can take ten more, right? Or are we not even capable of doing something so simple for mommy?” Her words only motivating you to take more. The brat in you simmering down into her pliant little girl. “I can mommy! I can please! Wanna be good” you whimpered causing the last ten wacks to be laid down on your ass faster than the speed of light.

You didn’t even have a breath to dry your falling tears before Emily’s slender fingers trailed down to the apex of your thighs, fingers playing with the copious amounts of slick that took residence there. “That wasn’t enough for my little whore was it? I think you need more, what do you think?” She murmured as if you were just discussing what to have for dinner. “No please mommy I’ll be good now, I swear!” you whined trying to squirm out of her hold despite there being no where to run. “Oh you poor girl” she cooed with her words dripping in faux sympathy, “You are mommy’s bitch to play with so why would I take orders from you? Remember your place little girl” she growled into your ear leaning down to grab your hair and roughly manhandle you into her desired position. “There’s so much fight here, a pretty slut like you doesn’t need it. Let mommy do all the thinking, just lay there and look pretty for me. Can you do that? No, you will do that or I won’t be as kind with my next move. You didn’t like that last time did you sweetheart?”

Last time flashed between your eyes as you remembered being left with your thighs covered in your sticky need for days on end, Emily refusing to touch you, no touching yourself and most definitely not allowing any of the potential friends into the bedroom touch you either. Your mama would’ve given into your crocodile tears and whimpered pleads too easily for Emily’s liking. But that didn’t mean that JJ wasn’t clued up on why you tried to hang around her more at work, subtly pleading with her to have her way with you, in fact the whole of the BAU had gathered you were very much on a punishment as time trickled on. “No mommy! Please! No don’t want that” you cried hoping to avoid the situation.

“The behave” she snapped back at you before yanking your legs apart and settling between them. Her lips trailing all over your exposed skin, nipping, biting and marking every inch of it from your neck to thighs. You could’ve sobbed in relief as she took your rock hard clit into her lips, allowing you some form of relief. “M-mommy” you choked out in between mewls of pleasure. Emily was always so skilled in every aspect of the bedroom but you often told her how this was your favourite way to let her take you. And when she added two fingers into your weeping hole as her tongue focused all its attention on your clit you swore you were ready to see stars. Until you didn’t.

“Mommy!” You sobbed in poor frustration at being edged once again. You really couldn’t think of anything but her. You’re cunt being sensitive and in dire need of some relief, clenching around thin air causing her to smirk at your pathetic state. “Pathetic. Can’t even handle a simple edging. Why should mommy give you and your pathetic pussy my cock hm? Do you deserve something so special?” Her teasing triggered a string of incoherent begging and pleading for her to take you with her cock that you knew was attached between her legs from the moment she’d had you knelt on the floor.

Knowing and seeing however are two very different things, seeing her cock was definitely better than just knowing it was there. In fact, you were practically drooling at the sight. “The sight of Mommys dick really does just turn you into a mindless bitch in heat doesn’t it my love? Oh my girl do you want it in your mouth? Say please, beg me” she murmured as she now approached you bare apart from her not so little hard friend. “Mmm please mommy, I want it” you whimpered, eyes never leaving the woman’s new appendage. It’s a deep maroon colour, that just so happens to be one of your favourite colours on the woman. And naturally Emily just had to buy one for her sweet girl.

“Open slut” she demanded looking down at your blown wide pupils with a smirk plastered on her lips. You instantly did as she asked of you and was rewarded with her veiny cum filled cock in your mouth. Your gags were music to the profilers ears, so much that she would pull out and forcefully thrust back in testing your gag reflex. Tears again now flowed freely as you did your best to take her abuse on your throat. Emily couldn’t lie, seeing you on your knees, her cock in your mouth was enough to have her on the edge with a simple look but that’s not what she wants tonight so she unhappily pulls her shaft from your now puffy and abused lips.

Simply deciding you’d slipped deep enough now she threw your plaint body on the bed and positioned you to be on your hands and knees, spread apart and ready for the taking. And taking you she would be. You couldn’t help but sigh happily as the tip of her cock teased the wetness all over your glistening folds. Those sighs soon turned into a gasp as she thrusted herself into your warm awaiting hole, stretching your soaking walls to accommodate her sheer size. “Mommy hurts” you whimpered adjusting to the stings and burns she’d created until they faded into blissful pleasure. “Oh, poor baby” she cooed not bothering to slow her pace or shorten her thrusts. The woman may as well have been a wild animal with how she was pounding your oversensitive pussy. Any whines and cries of protest were swiftly ignored and met with words that practically oozed dominance and sex.

“Gonna take my cum baby?” She panted into your ear after tugging your almost limp body towards her chest. “No mommy, too much can’t” you mewled quietly as the woman did nothing to slow the abuse on your core. “Shh, just a little more my love, such a sweet girl for your mommy. Mommy wants to make her sweet girl nice and full hmm? Can you be a doll and let mommy do that baby?” She murmured sweetly causing you to nod, giving Emily that okay to let herself and you fall over the edge as you both came rushing over the edge at the same time. A sneaky right arm squeezed at the base of her cock causing her cum to spurt into your awaiting walls with ease. The sensations causing you to go dizzy with pleasure and everything went black.

Now to say Emily wasn’t proud of her ability to fuck you like this wasn’t her secret joy of life would be a lie but she was always there jumping straight into aftercare. In scenes, your nothing more than a means to an end, how you both like it, but now your her wife, her sweet lover who deserves the world, sun, moon and stars. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do to be that for you so it was no surprise that she sprung into action, ridding herself of the strap on, heading to get a warm wash cloth and lotion for you as well as drinks and snacks for when you came round to the world of the living.

Like always she had been able to care for your sore body before you’d even roused yourself, and when you did the familiar haze covered your beautiful eyes showing the woman how far down you are. “Are we with me sweet girl?” She murmured softly, a stark contrast of what she’d been earlier on. A pitiful whimper was all she received as a response as you slowly rolled onto your stomach knowing the routine well enough. “Thank you sweet girl, mommy just wants to make you feel all better now darling. I’ll be gentle love” she murmured to you lowly as she took your desired cream and applied generous amounts onto your sore arse. Next on the order would be a drink, trip to the rest room and a snack if you desired.

Before you knew it you were laying your head on Emily’s chest as she gently stroked your cheek with her index finger. Truly you looked nothing short of perfect in this state and it’s one she always wanted to commit to her memory. Although a sub drop didn’t appear to be on the cards Emily always easily let you back to the real world but slowly easing out of the scene, something that had worked well. What she had never seen you do is poke your tongue out to swipe at her finger before moving your hand to grab at her rest and bring the finger to your mouth.

On instinct really, you began to suckle on her finger as she watched on mesmerised. Oral fixation isn’t something you have discussed or discovered about yourself but it appears to be a needed conversation. “You’re okay darling, mommy is here okay?” She murmured to you watching as your eyes fluttered shut, contentment filling your body. Happy murmurs surrounded her fingers as you tried to snuggle even closer. “Good night sweet girl, mommy loves you darling” she whispered as you appeared to be falling into a peaceful slumber, not letting her finger slip from between your lips.

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[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH37

Ma'am, that down there is a crocodile. That's just a croc.

It's like watching someone poke a wasp's nest for fun.

You know, when in contrast with Kabru, Laios' utter inability to correctly judge people and their reactions is ten times funnier.

Kabru is really here tilting his head to the side like a dog trying to figure out a puzzle, but what he's actually attempting to comprehend is whether Laios is playing 4d chess or whether he's really that stupid.

And boy. The answer may not surprise you at all.

Gotta love how ride or die Chillchuck is. He complains the most, but as soon as he's on the fire he's like 'well, I guess I'm sticking with these idiots until the very end'. Marcille does one (1) illegal magic and he's already planning alibis in this head. Gotta love him.

Really not helping with the suspicious allegations, guys.

Yeah, the cleaners (not you) erased the magic circle (finally) after a long time (almost 24 hours). Thanks in no part to your efforts to extricate yourself from these allegations.

Marcille, it's like you don't WANT to be an evil end-game villain! Come on, I'm rooting for you!

Oh great, now you gotta revive another one.

.......w...wait a minute.

uh ohhh she's not so 'eepy anymore.

Hm. Reasonable. Reasonable responses. I'm--SENSHSI IS THAT MORE ONIGIRI

......can't argue with that. Can't argue at all.That's. One hell of a form .

Guess the dragon can fly now.

Laios, let her have her sparkledog dragon fursona, jeez. Even Senshi knows better than to be judgemental of someone's first furry oc.

(⊙_⊙;) whoop.

ಥ_ಥ She's so cute. I'm so conflicted.

Marcille, girlie, I hate to break it to you, but I think the issue is beyond a bit of confusion. She just crushed a woman like a watermelon against the ground. She's having a bit of murderous fun. It's fine to be into that, we're all gay here, but have some sense, girl. You need a safeword for that.

Yeah, no, Chillchuck has the right idea here.

To that point. Did anyone try to talk to her before attacking? Who struck first? In this instance, we don't know. COULD she be talked down at all?

............why is this giving me pre-trainer world pokemon vibes. Why.

I'm sure you would...

Oof. Right in the brother instinct.

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[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

the kitty surprise [t.rodman x reader]

prompt: trinity sneaks you two's cat to practice without you knowing.

author notes: this is probably trash 💔💔 not too much on me, writing is hurting my brain these days. enjoy it!

"why can't i?" trinity whines as she leans against the counter. the little white furry body of you two's cat, coco, in her hands. the woman was really trying to convince you to let her bring coco to practice today which was out of the question.

"where would she even be while we practice? what if she runs out onto the field and gets hurt? what if she scratches someone?"

"okay, okay. i get it, god," trinity says. stopping you from listing off more reasons on to why coco can't come along. "but you know she gets lonely, babe," your girlfriend pouts at you. moving closer to you as she holds up coco, "just look at this cute face."

the sight of coco and trinity's faces next to each other is an adorable sight, but not adorable enough for you to say yes. you giggle before placing a kiss on trinity's forehead than the cat beside her.

"she will be fine. now put her down and go get your bag so we can go," you move away from them. going off somewhere in the house to find your missing cleats. meanwhile trinity was hatching up a plan that she knew you would hate, but coco would love (she hopes).

the american player grabs some of the white cat's snacks before going over to where her bag was on the couch. "you just have to stay in here for like 20 minutes tops, okay, baby?" trinity baby talks to the cat. putting the bag of cat snacks open in her bag with coco following after. she worries all of the soccer items in the bag might make it uncomfortable for her furry baby, so quickly she grabs one of you two's small blankets that could hardly fit you both and stuff it inside. coco seemed to be just alright with this arrangement. snuggling up to the blanket before dozing off.

just as you come back into the living room, cleats in hand, trinity zips up her bag enough that you wouldn't be able to tell a cat was in there on the first glance.

"alright, let's go, babe," you say. moving towards the front door with trinity right behind you until you stop with your hand on the door knob. "forgot to say bye to coco," you try to move to go over to her cat tree in the dining room, but trinity stops you.

she speaks loudly (so that you can't hear how coco meows at the sound of her name being called) as she says, "uh.. actually she's.. shitting! yeah she's shitting and you know how long she takes." you look at her in confusion but just shrug it off since y'all don't have enough time to worry about that right now.

"whatever. let's go," and off you two went to practice.

now getting coco to practice wasn't that hard. the cat slept the time away in the backseat of the car while trinity and you sang along to your playlist. soon enough y'all came to the training facilities for the washington spirit. "you two are late!" andi shouts, leaving from her own car.

"hypocrite!" you shout back. giggling once andi puts up the middle finger at you. meanwhile trinity was trying to cover up the fact she was having a crisis; how was she supposed to sneak coco in? and where would she go? those two questions bounce around the american player's head as she takes your and hers bag out of the car. sticking her tongue out at you when you try to grab yours. "nope. princesses don't carry their own bags," trinity says.

you roll your eyes, hiding the bashful smile on your lips. you check the time on your phone before shaking your head, "whatever. we are already ten minutes late." trinity happily follows along after you. just grateful that you haven't noticed the little white furball that's trying to stick her head out of trinity's bag.

the moment you two get into the locker room you separate. you go off to change while trinity acts like she's trying to change. instead she was looking in her bag, making sure coco was okay. with you two being late the rest of the team was out of the locker room so trinity didn't have to do any explaining just yet.

"i'm going to let you out, okay? just stay right here and nobody's going to know," the american player whispers to coco. the cat just meows as she looks up at her owner. trinity gives her a few pets before letting her out of the bag. pulling out the blanket as well so it can cover the space in her cubby. "stay, okay?" she gives coco a kiss before pulling away. the white cat just lazily lays there. enjoying the warmth of the blanket combined with being in a space that smells like one of her favorite people. trinity closes the door of her cubby the moment ashley walks in.

"coach says hurry up or we are all running suicides," ashley says. those words got trinity to quickly change and head out of the locker room.

everything was going well and exactly to plan until break. trinity was laying her head on your legs as you two catch your breath. coach still made you two do suicides despite trinity coming out as fast as possible.

"i can't wait to go up against-" before you can even finish your sentence, someone was yelling out from the locker room.

"it's a cat in here!" one of the spirit players shouts. everyone else out on the practice field looks around in confusion, but you already knew who the culprit was. "babe-" you look down at trinity whose face is ridden with panic. she sits up before you can even finish your sentence.

"i swear i can explain!" trinity doesn't even have a chance to as coco runs out of the building onto the field. immediately she clings onto you. the annoyance in you was rising as you realize trinity didn't listen to you, but that wasn't even the focus at the moment with coco in your arms. all of your other teammates came over to you and trinity. good thing coach wasn't anywhere near here.

"well.." andi says as she looks at the white cat in your arms. trinity was waiting for the yelling or something about telling coach, but it was none of that. instead your teammates just cooed at how cute coco is. fighting over who gets to hold her first.

that doesn't mean you aren't annoyed still, but you can't deal with that with everyone crowding around trinity and you, so you leave that for later.

coco was absolutely spoiled at practice. the spirit coach even said she can come back some days; basically as an unofficial emotional support animal for the team. everyone was on board with that. the day went better than you thought it would, but that doesn't mean trinity wasn't about to get it.

"i can't believe you brought her along without asking me," you say. trinity lets out a groan hearing your words. she already knew you would get on her later about her lil cat smuggle, but still. the cat in question is happily sleeping in trin's arms. tired from a full day of playing around.

"she gets lonely, babe. i explained that to you," trinity reasons.

"she's a cat!"

"a cat who gets lonely! like she has separation anxiety i swear"

"she does not!" you roll your eyes at trinity's childishness. this woman is twenty one and still pulls shenanigans like this. she just falls silent as she pouts. the car falls silent as you stop talking as well. when you two reach your apartment you sigh and look over at trinity after parking.

"i'm not mad, so.. whatever just tell me next time," you say. trinity perks up before leaning over slightly for a kiss. you give her what she wants, smiling once you pull away. "but you're cleaning her litter box today since you wanted to sneak her along," you give her a cheeky smile as she groans.

"but babe!"

© thinkingaboutjaedyn

[smoll-tangerine]

ten reasons why i hate you: reason #7

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader GENRES. romance, fluff, angst, drama, rich kid!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 2621 

WARNINGS. (spoiler alert!!) someone got cancer, use of the term “bitch.”

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes.

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[a/n]: a fair warning, this will be the last fluffy chapter for the rest of the series. enjoy it while you can hehe. super long chapter ahead to make up for my long hiatus!! i also really, really enjoyed writing this chapter. idk if it’s because it’s just little blurbs of moments. pls pls comment!! i love reading your feedback♡ a reminder to send me an ask if you want to be on the taglist~

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REASON #7 

You didn’t understand what compelled you to accept Jaehyun’s ridiculous request in the first place. 

Scratch that. You didn’t really accept Jaehyun’s request. 

At least, not without a condition of your own. 

You could tell from the look of frustration on Doyoung’s face that he also didn’t understand the reasoning behind your decision. 

“Who does he think he is?” he scoffed at Jaehyun’s condition and then gave you a small glare. Though you knew that he wasn’t truly mad at you. He could never. “What were even you thinking?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “In the end, I won’t lose anything.” 

“Our relationship isn’t something worth considering?” 

You raised a brow at his snarky remark, silently asking him if he truly meant what he said, considering the fact that he was the one who dumped you in the first place. 

“Let’s be honest, Doyoung, do you really think that Jaehyun’s going to be able to actually break things off with her?” you replied. “That’s why I included a condition of my own. I’m only going to cut all ties with you after the five months are up.” 

Doyoung still seemed displeased with the situation. “Do you really think that you can cut all ties with me?” 

You scoffed. “Of course not. Not only our families are friends, we work at the same hospital. I’m not about to drop everything just because of a boy who made me cry.” 

A pregnant silence fell upon you two. 

It didn’t hit you how much your words rang true until you realized how silent Doyoung was being, considering how much he had to say about the situation. 

He let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. That’s always how you’ve been.” 

You frowned at his statement, but did not refute. 

“You’ve never let anything—anyone—deter you from your goals. That was one of the reasons why I fell in love with you in the first place,” he continued. “But also one of the reasons why we had to break up.” 

“What are you trying to say, exactly?” 

Doyoung shrugged nonchalantly, allowing you to see that he meant no harm nor did he mean to offend you. “Sometimes, I can’t help but think what if you were just more... flexible? Would that have helped salvage our relationship?” 

“Perhaps,” you mused. 

He turned to you with a bitter smile. “Let’s say he meant it. Meant every word he said about breaking things off and needing—what, five months?—to make things right by you. And you can see that he’s truly making efforts to make your marriage work. Would you abandon your plan?” 

You chuckled at his words and tilted your head in curiosity. “Where is this coming from?” 

“My personal feelings aside,” he explained, “you’re still one of my closest friends. I still care about you, regardless of what happened between us. I only wish for your happiness. And I can see how it’s not this marriage with Jaehyun that’s draining you, but also this plan of yours to take him down. To make him regret.” 

Doyoung poked the little space between your brows and gave you his signature bunny smile. You couldn’t help but smile back in response. 

“I’m just saying.” 

“Yeah?” 

“It wouldn’t hurt to be more flexible in this case.” 

FIRST MONTH

“What is this?” 

You were slightly taken aback by the appearance of Jaehyun’s silver McLaren Speedtail parked in front of the hospital you worked at. As much as you disliked him, you couldn’t deny that he had taste in cars. 

Jaehyun smiled at you as he opened the door to the passenger seat for you and motioned you to get in. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m picking you up?” 

“Yeah, why exactly are you picking me up?” 

He let out a small huff through his nose. “Why would I not pick up my wife from her workplace after a long day?” 

You almost choked on your own spit as you couldn’t believe the words that came out of Jaehyun’s mouth. 

Did he just call you... his wife? 

You wordlessly entered his vehicle in a slight daze, unsure of what just occurred. You almost had to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming about the current situation you were in. 

It was just some weeks after he made you that promise on your honeymoon, but you didn’t expect him to spend time with you in addition to break things off with Chaeyoung. 

Sure, he said that he was going to try and make your marriage work. But this seemed like a complete 180 of his usual behaviour towards you that it almost gave you whiplash at how nice he could be. 

It reminded you of that time Chaeyoung told you that Jaehyun truly was a nice person, but you simply brought the worst out of him. 

It made you wonder if she was right. 

But the slight giddiness caused by Jaehyun’s actions and your lack of mental energy from work caused you to drop that question completely. 

It wouldn’t hurt to bask in this slight happiness, wouldn’t it? 

MONTH 2 

“Did you start the movie without waiting for me?” Jaehyun shouted in pure disbelief from your kitchen as he was busy making popcorn for the two of you. 

“No?” you shouted back, feigning innocence. 

Movie nights were now almost a weekly occurrence. 

Jaehyun would pick you up from work and you two would head back to your place. It first started with an episode from a series, then a short film, and then a whole movie marathon. You two never really set up a date or anything of the short. It just became something that was... natural. 

It honestly scared you just how natural things felt between you and Jaehyun. 

It was scary to see how well you actually got along with him. 

You didn’t expect to have this much in common with him. Your parents reassured you prior to your engagement that you would love the guy they had set you up with. You didn’t actually expect them to be right to this extent. 

“Scoot over,” he said to you. 

“No,” you refuted and sprawled over your couch, ensuring that he doesn’t have any space for him to sit. 

“I will sit on you!” 

“No, you won’t!” 

You let out a small screech as he actually sat on you. But you could tell that he didn’t put his full weight on you. 

“Get off me! You’re so heavy!” 

“I told you to scoot over!” 

You threw your head back in laughter, slightly wondering in the back of your mind when was the last time you’ve felt this way. 

Whatever it was, you wouldn’t mind continuing feeling this way. 

MONTH 3 

“So, when can we expect a grandchild?” 

Both you and Jaehyun choked on your food and immediately reached for your glass of water.

It was uncanny how you two started mirroring each other’s actions. 

Due to how busy everyone was, both of your families set up mandatory bi-weekly dinners. To get to know each other as in-laws but also in hopes of you and Jaehyun getting closer and less awkward in a stressful environment such as dinner with both families. 

“Your mother-in-law is right,” your mum dabbed a side of her mouth with a napkin. “It’s been almost four months since your honeymoon. Are there going to be any good news in the near future?” 

“How many children are you two planning on having?” 

“It’d be best to have the children at the beginning of your marriage before you two get too old for it.” 

Your tongue poked your inner cheek and you sighed in slight annoyance. That single bottle of red wine will not last you long enough. And you could tell from the look that Jaehyun gave you cheekily that he shared the same thoughts. 

To be honest, you didn’t even know if children were in the plans. 

Your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t at a stage where you two can discuss this matter freely. Just thinking about it, even by yourself, was embarrassing. 

Hell, your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t even at a stage where you two can even produce the very children your parents were talking about. 

“To be honest, I think that three children is perfect,” Jaehyun said with a smile. “But I think that also depends on my wife since she’s the one giving birth. What do you think, honey?” 

You coughed at the nickname that he used that came out of his mouth so naturally. As if that was something he always called you by. 

You froze in your seat as all eyes were on you, impatiently waiting for your opinion about the matter. You quickly turned to Jaehyun, eyes wide in panic as you had no idea what to say. 

He gave you a teasing smirk and sipped on his wine, probably enjoying this situation more than he should. But he still made no move to help you out despite your silent plea for help. 

“Yeah, three children sounds good to me?” you squeaked. 

All the elders erupted in laughter at your response and proceeded to discuss your future without the two of you. 

“So, three children, huh?” 

Jaehyun’s voice was ticklish in your ear.

“Guess we should start pretty soon.” 

MONTH 4 

It was a bit crazy to see the evolution of your relationship with Jaehyun. 

True to his words, Jaehyun did really try his best to make this marriage work. Because of that, there was some sort of tension between the two of you whenever you’d spend time together alone. You didn’t know whether it was sexual or platonic, but you dared to say that there was some sort of connection. 

You two often spent time together. If not spending time watching movies together, then it would be grabbing lunch or dinner, or going on small dates whenever you could. It took you two four months before you two finally held hands, but considering how your relationship first started, you’d like to think that it was immense progress. 

You two were now even making plans about moving in together. 

It made sense for the two of you to live together since you two were married. Not to mention there was no way you were going to move back in with your parents. It was actually Jaehyun’s suggestion that the two of you moved in together, surprisingly. You didn’t expect him to make such suggestion, but you guessed that just showed how dedicated he was to his promise to you. 

“Hey, where are you?” you called him as he was almost ten minutes late. “Are you still picking me up?” 

“Hey, yes! Sorry, something happened,” he replied, evidently in distress. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to pick you up today. I will send over one of my drivers so–” 

“Is everything alright? You don’t sound too good.” 

“Yes, everything is alright,” he continued. “I’m sorry that I can’t pick you up. I know we said that we were going to go furniture shopping today.” 

“Don’t be. We can always go another time,” you told him. “And don’t worry about the ride. I’ll ask Doyoung to give me a ride home or something.” 

You almost gasped at your words, remembering that Jaehyun didn’t like it whenever you would hang out with Doyoung. You knew that he didn’t mean to be controlling over who you hung out with. But to be fair, Doyoung was your ex-boyfriend and your colleague. 

You thought that Jaehyun would say something, especially since he would always grumble about how you had to meet up with Doyoung at some times. But he didn’t, which admittedly, was more surprising than expected.

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll call you later tonight!” 

If anything, it seemed like Jaehyun was so preoccupied that he didn’t even register who were you going to ask a ride from. 

Jaehyun was never one to reschedule things. He disliked being flaky. If anything, he would always tell you in advance if plans needed to be changed. 

You had a gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach, eating you away for some odd reason. 

But you pushed it down as you told yourself that it was probably nothing. If it was anything important, Jaehyun would definitely let you know. 

If only you had listened to your guts that night. 

LAST MONTH  

“I’m sorry to ask this of you.” 

You wanted to laugh at the pitiful situation you were in, but you could only stare at Jaehyun and Chaeyoung in disbelief. 

The room was unbearably silent. Jaehyun’s apology echoed in your ears. The ticking sound that the clock in your office made sounded louder than usual. Blood rushed to your ears, the rhythmic thumping of your heartbeat was somehow comforting yet agonizing at the same time. 

“You’re one of the best surgical oncologist in the country,” Jaehyun continued. “I didn’t know who else to ask.” 

Anybody but me, you wanted to say. You could have asked anybody but me. 

“The other doctors we’ve seen so far all recommended that we come and see you. They say you’re the best there is, and if we were to treat a tumour of this size, only you could do it.” 

Shut up. Please shut up. 

You weren’t one to believe in karma. But you also liked to believe that due to everything—the hell—you had been through due to Jaehyun and Chaeyoung, that you wouldn’t be on the receiving end of karma. 

But karma was a bitch. 

And, so was cancer. 

“Please.”

Don’t ask me to treat her.

Please don’t ask me to treat her. 

“Please save Chaeyoung,” Jaehyun begged. “I will do anything. Anything you ask me, if you can just save her.” 

You stole a glance over at the circled number on your calendar, wondering if Jaehyun even knew what day it was. If he was just the slightest aware of what exactly was he asking of you. 

You knew you should have listened to your guts last month. 

You knew that you should have probed him further. 

You should have known the second he started picking you up less often. Started calling you less often. Started spending less time with you often. 

You should have known. 

And you hated yourself for trusting Jaehyun. 

For trusting his word. 

“Today’s the last day of the five-months mark you gave me.” 

Jaehyun’s eyes widened in horror, as if just realizing the dire, sticky situation he was in at the moment. There was the slightest hesitation in his brown orbs, but quickly blinked it away just like a mirage. 

He forgot. 

Of course, he did. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You needed him to stop apologizing. 

You needed him to stop apologizing when– 

“–you don’t even mean it.” 

Jaehyun looked away from your stare, unable to face you. Chaeyoung was the same, her eyes facing her lap, as if humbled by her situation. 

But you took an oath. 

Your professional feelings overtook your personal ones. And for the first time, you hated that part of yourself. That rationality that allowed you to cut off your emotions just like that. 

Because the only thing you wanted to do at the moment was to scream and crawl into your bed, to hide yourself away from the reality that was presented to you. 

“Go see the nurse outside of my office. She’ll set up an appointment for you.” 

Both of them sighed in relief. 

You never hated a sight so much before. 

You never hated yourself so much before. 

“And Jaehyun?” 

His delighted smile momentarily dropped the second he saw the serious expression that you were sporting, all signs of hope and amusement gone. 

“Don’t you dare talk or contact me ever again.” 

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[restlesswritingss]

The Inevitable

Kakashi x reader

Rin adored her female classmates. Especially one, (Y/N). The two had grown close, almost as close as she and Obito, but with the added layer of being someone Rin could actually talk about her crush on Kakashi with. (Y/N) saw the appeal of the white haired shinobi, but he'd always picked on her. She too was an orphan and therefore couldn't feel much sympathy for his prickly personality. Everyone had been through things and lost loved ones, but not everyone was as much of an ass about it as Kakashi.

"He is just such a strong shinobi," Rin gushed, blushing while she braided (Y/N)'s hair before they went to meet up with the rest of her team.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes which Rin caught through the mirror they were kneeling in front of. She tugged playfully on her braid.

"Rinnnn, I just don't get what you see in him when he is such a prick," the other girl huffed.

Rin scoffed, "You sound just like Obito, but Kakashi just cares about the rules."

At the mention of Obito (Y/N) blushed. That was the boy she thought was crush worthy. But he liked Rin so it was a crush better kept inside. Rin was too caught up in speaking on Kakashi's good qualities to notice her reaction anyway.

Kakashi had noticed (Y/N)'s crush on Obito. It made him seethe for reasons he couldn't understand. Obito was such an idiot. How could anyone, let alone a decently respectable kunoichi like (Y/N), ever see him as crush worthy? Crushes were stupid anyway.

Kakashi and Obito were supposed to meet the girls at the city gates at seven, but Kakashi was the only one there ten minutes early. The girls got there with five minutes to spare with Rin excited as always to see him. (Y/N) had her hair in two braids, a way he'd never seen her wear it. For whatever reason it brought heat to his cheeks and distracted him from Rin's debrief on the mission.

This was one reason he hated going on missions with this girl. She was so distracting.

"Why is your hair like that (Y/N)?" Kakashi blurted out once Rin had finished her excited rambling.

Now heat rose to her cheeks along with a look of slight shock at being spoken to.

"W-what do you mean?" She mumbled, slightly defensively as her hands went to stroke one of the braids.

The thought of how soft her hair must feel went through his head. He shoved it aside.

"It's different and it's weird. Is it even safe for battle? Do you even think about anything besides vanity?"

Ok, he took it too far with the last question. He always took it a little too far, especially with her and Obito.

Shame overtook her face and Kakashi wanted to take it back, but instead he just dug his heels in and rolled his eyes at her.

"It's tied back, Rin braided it, and if you think it looks bad you can just say that," she huffed and turned her face away from him.

Rin stepped in between them with her hands in the air, ever the peackeeper.

But she was cut off by Obito, late but not as late as usual, butting in, "I think it looks cute (Y/N)! Kakashi don't be such an ass for once!"

Her eyes snapped to him and an embarrassed grin overtook her face at the compliment. Kakashi clenched his fist at this interaction going against him. He didn't care what they all thought of him, he only cared about being a good shinobi. He needed to focus on that.

Kakashi's focus would always wane whenever (Y/N) was involved.

Now they were older, Obito was gone, and he, (Y/N), Rin, and Gai were on a mission. Kakashi was the leader and he took his role ever more seriously. He would not loose another comrade due to his incompetance.

They had all taken refuge for the night in a cave with (Y/N) tending the fire to keep everyone warm while Rin healed he and Gai's wounds. Rin was tending to Gai in the moment, and Kakashi found his gaze falling on (Y/N) who had her back turned to him. She was hunched over the fire and he wanted to tell her to fix her posture. It was bad for her back.

"(Y/N)-" He began sternly but cut himself off when she turned to face him.

Again, an annoying heat went to his cheeks. Her hair was loose and her headband was off. Two strands were framing her face in a picture perfect way. How did she look pretty after fighting all day? Wait, did he just think she was pretty?

"What Kakashi?" She huffed, knowing he was going to scold her for something.

Kakashi was getting worse and worse at keeping his focus around her and it was pissing him off. He frowned and was about to snap something, anything, at her when Rin touched his arm.

She shook her head at him when he finally tore his gaze away from (Y/N). Rin then began gently healing the wounds on his stomach. She looked up at him and her pupils widened as she took him in this close. Kakashi wanted to feel something for Rin. She was pretty and he did love her, but he knew she wanted something romantic with him. Something he couldn't quite pinpoint was always holding him back from taking that step.

When Rin died, Kakashi regretted never taking that next step. Maybe she wouldn't have been so quick to sacrifice herself if she had something more to live for. He loved her, he should've shown it. He was pushing away the pain by plowing through missions and enemies, something his new position in Anbu only exasperated.

He hadn't spoken to (Y/N) in a couple weeks, but he knew she watered his plants and collected his mail when he was gone. She was the only person with a key to his current apartment. Their mutual grief had given them a momentary truce in their never ending bickering. Kakashi appreciated the way she attempted to take care of him from afar, but he missed her presence.

Today he ran into her while she was walking with Genma of all people. The two were laughing and walking a little ahead of him. Kakashi felt anger spike in his gut. It was visceral. Genma wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his body. Something in Kakashi snapped at the flagrant display of affection.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled, effectively making her push Genma off as her face turned a bright shade of red.

Genma huffed and sent him a glare as the two stopped and waited for him to catch up to them.

"Yes Kakashi?" She asked, slightly annoyed.

Kakashi looked from her to Genma, assessing their body language. They were clearly embarrassed to be caught together. He met Genma's glare, annoyed at his embarrassment. There was no reason to be ashamed of being caught with (Y/N).

"I've been looking for you, I need to speak with you about a mission. Are you free right now?" Kakashi purposefully turned his body toward her, effectively shutting Genma out of the conversation.

She looked up at him and Kakashi realized how much their height difference had grown. Where she once could look him directly in the eye, now she was at his shoulder. She wasn't small, but still smaller than him. Why did he notice that?

She huffed, he always made her huff, "Fine whatever. Lead the way oh great shinobi warrior."

The sarcasm in her voice made him glare at her. He ignored it to turn on his heel and lead her towards his apartment.

"I'll call you later, Genma," She said behind his back.

Kakashi's fists clenched.

"You've always had shitty taste in guys but really? Genma?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means he is an ass who is also in love with Anko but will fuck anyone who will let him."

Her footsteps stopped and he turned around to see tears welling in her eyes as she stared hard at the ground.

Her voice was quiet and he wouldn't have even heard it if he hadn't rushed back to stand close enough to barely have his body touching hers when she asked, "Really? Anko?"

Kakashi's heart sunk. He shouldn't have thrown that information in her face. Grabbing her upper arms, he pulled her into him and pushed her into a nearby alley to keep her tears away from prying eyes.

It was a stupid idea because now they were pushed even closer together.

He leaned down to speak softly to her, "Yeah, they have been on and off for a while now. Whenever they are off he finds a new flavor of the week to convince her and himself he doesn't care. But, he inevitably always goes back to her."

She sighed, defeated and smacked her head into his chest.

"I am so stupid," her voice was muffled by his body but at least he wasn't wearing his Anbu chest plate.

Somehow his body knew how to comfort her even when his mind couldn't keep up. She was so close. His hands moved on their own accord, one cradling the back of her head and the other wrapping around her back to pull her closer.

Her arms slunk around his middle. The embrace rewired Kakashi's brain in an instant. This was what he never felt with Rin, or anyone for that matter. Warmth flowed through him. Every time she had come over after his father had passed to just keep him company, every time she had made his heart race and cheeks blush, every time he had been struck by how beautiful she was, playing on loop in his head.

He squeezed her tighter and spoke gently into her hair, "You aren't stupid, he is just an asshole."

She sniffled and laughed, "You're one to talk."

He chuckled and the vibration of his chest made her burrow her face further into him. It was comforting to be his arms.

It made something click in her head. Something that had always felt off about her relationship to Kakashi. She wanted him and she always had. She'd pushed down her own feelings because of Rin. The thought of Rin made her chest constrict in a mix of shame and grief.

She pulled away and quickly wiped at her eyes trying to lighten the mood again with the joke, "I guess this is the mythical soft side Rin always insisted you had."

The mention of Rin was a bucket of water on Kakashi. How could he betray her like this? By thinking of her best friend like this?

But now the floodgates were open and he couldn't stop thinking about her best friend like this. The way (Y/N) looked away from him and bit her lip, obviously hoping the joke didn't hurt his feelings, made his chest twist. She was so cute, how had he never noticed? Her hair was in two braids. She was playing with the ends of one, and he had a sense of deja vu as the thought of how soft her hair must feel struck him.

This couldn't happen. This was a betrayal of Rin, and Obito who would have eventually realized (Y/N)'s feelings if he'd had the chance to grow up. Where would they be if those two were still alive? The obvious answer was Kakashi would be with Rin and Obito would have wised up and been with (Y/N).

Then why did the idea of Kakashi being with (Y/N) feel so inevitable?

Author's Note: I have the second part outlined but I just didn't have time to fully write it right now. Will be up soon if anyone wants it! Or let me know if you're fine with this ending here and want me to shut the fuck up!

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

TW: NSFW, dubcon if you squint

You are laying in bed, not sleeping, feeling sorry for yourself when your phone rings on your bedside table. You don’t recognize the number, so you answer with a cautious, “Hello?” 

“Hi, pretty girl.”

You pause a long beat, and not because you don’t recognize the voice on the other end. “How the ever-loving fuck did you get this number?”

It’s Officer Tom Ludlow, of course. Just what you need, on this night from Hell.

“I’m a detective, remember?” You can just hear the self-satisfied smirk, and he’s lucky he’s not standing in front of you, because tonight you just might have slapped him.

You use your moderately adequate brain for some deductive reasoning of your own, and realize, “You took my number from Julian’s phone. After you assaulted him.”

On the other end he lets out a long whistle. “Baby, that’s such a strong word.”

“Do not call me baby.”

“Alright. Sweetheart.”

“God, you are such a fucking caveman.”

“Thank you.”

You sigh, too fucking tired for this shit. Your heart feels like a chewed up piece of gum, and your lady parts are pulsing angrily at you for ruining their evening earlier.

They like the sound of Tom’s deep voice in your ear, and that is so not good.

“You okay?”

The question actually takes you aback, because the smarmy shit-eating tone is gone, and he sounds…serious?

“I guess. Why?”

“That doesn’t sound okay.”

“Why do you think it’s any of your goddamned business?”

“I told you. If Dr. Bitch hurts you, it is my business.”

“He didn’t hurt me,” you grumble. In fact, he didn’t really do much of anything to you. Now that more time has passed, the more annoyed you are about that.

Fuck if Detective Ludlow doesn’t seem to hear that in your voice too. “Ohhhh. Sounds like the Good Doctor didn’t hit anything?” 

“Oh my god. I hate you. Do you know that?”

He gives a low chuckle that absolutely goes straight to your deprived pussy, and you squirm a little in bed, so grateful he can’t see you.

“You wish you hated me.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Don’t hang up, pretty girl. Tell me what you’re wearing.” His voice dips low, and smooth as velvet.

Every hair on your body lifts in response to this, your nipples pebbling into painful points. Bastard.

“A parka.”

“Pshh. You sleep in a parka? Come on, baby.” How effective that soft, coaxing tone is at dissolving your inhibitions is alarming. You can almost see yourself, as though standing at the edge of a great abyss. If you jump…there will be no going back. 

“Fine. I’ll use my own imagination. I think you’re wearing…a cute little lacy negligee that just floats on your luscious curves…”

Well, you guess you’re getting a picture of what he likes.

“Jesus Christ. I’m wearing a tank top, you pervert,” you grouse, trying to shatter his fantasy. Nevermind the fact that you are now soaking wet, again.

“Nice. No panties?”

“I am wearing panties.”

“You aren’t going to need ‘em. Do you know what I’d do to you, after dinner, my beautiful nurse?”

“Gee, I bet you’re going to fucking tell me.”

“Oh come on. We’re having fun.”

“You are having fun.”

“But you’re still listening.”

Well, he has you there, the smug sonofabitch.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles at the other end of the line, a low sound that makes you clench with need.

“You’ve got to answer a question for me first.”

“What?”

“You’ve got to dip into that sweet little pussy for me, and tell me how wet you are on the scale from one to ten.” 

You should rip him a new one for this. Or just hang up. Why can’t you just hit the button and end this nonsense? But then…you’d be alone. Your real-time reaction is less dignified, but maybe more honest. 

You laugh.

It starts as a giggle, then crescendos into an all out guffaw. “Tom…you are a nut.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as he answers, and goddamn if you don’t actually start to feel better. “Oh come on baby, don’t hold out on me. I’ve got a solid ten inches in my hand for you here.”

This makes you laugh even harder. “Ten inches?!”

“Ok. Maybe nine and a half.” 

You giggle, and you can’t stop. “I don’t know if I can handle all that, Officer Ludlow.”

You don’t know how his voice lowers even more, as he says, “Oh, I know you can take it. Don’t worry, I’ll ease it in nice and slow.”

Suddenly the bubbles of laughter in your gut go flat, replaced with an aching heat that sears your insides, your clit throbbing in response to his dirty mouth. It’s possible a kittenish little sound squeaks from the back of your throat.

You really don’t know where you get the courage to ask softly, “Yeah? Then what?”

“Then I would kiss all over those pretty, soft titties. I want those perfect nips in my mouth.”

You know you make a sound then, and he surely hears it. “Will you check them for me? Lick your fingers and give them a pinch.”

“You are ridiculous.” It comes out small, and breathy, and it doesn’t really sound like an insult at all. So what, if you do as he tells you? And so fucking what, if imaging it’s his hands on you makes you feverish with desire, a spear of longing throbbing in your cunt.

He doesn’t answer you right away, which means he’s busy with something else. Maybe Tom is just as pent up as you are from all this edging the two of you have been putting each other through. 

“Are you.. are you really?” You ask, hating how your voice exposes the fact that you’re not only pinching your nipples, but borderline feeling yourself up at the sound of his hiking breath. 

“Yeah, honey, I am.”

“Oh,” you say, because it’s the only thing you can think of. Your cunt is screaming below about how she wants to talk to Tom Ludlow because you’re doing a shit job at it. 

“Ah, fuck. Are you doing what I told you?” 

“No.”

“Good. Lick your fingers again, circle those pretty nipples for me. Close your eyes and imagine it’s my tongue. Fuck, I wanna suck on your tits so bad.” 

He doesn’t have to know that you’re following orders. That you’re grinding on the bunched blanket between your legs while you imagine his big, rude hands playing with your tits instead of your own.

“You listening to me, beautiful girl?”

“Yeah. Don’t get a big head about it.” 

“Good job. And too late.” 

“I do hate you, you know. I’m serious.” It has no real venom; in fact, it sounds more like a term of endearment at this point. 

He laughs. “C’mon, tell me how soaked she is.”

She’s flooded, is the answer. She’s dampening the pressed comforter, she’s throbbing and screaming and crying and pulsing to the tempo of his black coffee voice. 

You’re not much for vocals when you get off. You have neighbors that already have to hear about your dreams, and the act itself seems like more business than pleasure sometimes. When you were younger, you shared a room with your two sisters, so you learned to be quiet and discreet about rubbing your pussy. That all flies out the window when you sink two fingers into your sopping cunt at Tom’s direction. 

“10,” you hiss, straining to hit your gspot. Maybe you really do need to invest in one of those toys Sheila is always elbowing you about.

“Oh, poor baby.” Your walls flutter violently at his mocking tone. 

“I thought you were going to tell me what you would do to me after dinner?” Maybe you’re desperate, or just stupid. It doesn’t really matter when all you want is to orgasm on Tom’s voice.

“Thought I was? Didn’t I tell you about how I’m gonna dip into that sweet wet pussy, and play with your little clit with my thumb while I fuck you with this big cock? How do you like it, honey? Slow and deep? Fast and hard?”

You make a strangled little sound–because your fingers are just not enough, and it hurts. It hurts that he’s not here with you, filling you up, holding you down with those calloused hands and that filthy, insatiable, mouth.

“What was that?” 

His voice is strained, and you think you’re not the only one in pain here.

“Slow,” you answer. “At first.” Why exactly are you handing him this ammunition? How stupid, how dangerous, to offer up the keys to your undoing? You know he will only use this information against you.

“Mmm.” His breathing is labored, and the thought of him with his cock out, stroking himself to this dirty talk is almost too much to stand. Julian had you trussed and at his mercy right in front of him, but couldn’t keep it up. All Tom Ludlow needs is the sound of your voice. After the night you’ve had, that alone is nearly enough to make you cum.

“But then I like it deep,” you pant. “You think you got what it takes?”

“Baby, I’ve got everything you need.”

You are trying to be as quiet as you can, while you abuse your clit with your two middle fingers, practically holding your breath, getting high on the oxygen deprivation. You’re too quiet, you suppose.

“Don’t be shy, beautiful. Gotta let me hear it when you cum for me.”

“Or what?” you grouse. “Maybe I’m just…mixing pancake batter.” 

His laughter is strained, and you just know he’s close. “Or you’ll regret it, sweet girl. When I finally get these hands on you? Mmm I’ll make you pay. I’ll make you cum without mercy.” 

Again, you can’t help but compare the versions of punishment to the men in your life. Julian wants to hurt you. Tom just wants to make you cum.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah? You there, baby?”

You try to just breathe through your nose, to not give him the satisfaction–but you fail spectacularly.

“Y/n?” He calls, singing your name and making it sound so pretty and good and special. 

“Y-yeah?”

“You coming with me? I’m waiting for you.”

You’re right there, dangling over that sweet, slippery precipice that you can usually ease yourself over carefully. Tom gives you a little shove, and you’re plummeting. 

“That’s my girl.” He doesn’t sound much better off than you while you sob from the unexpected, haywire orgasm. 

It takes a long minute for you to come back to earth, come back to breathless Tom who isn’t saying anything for once in his life. 

That pleasant, floaty post coital bliss gets stained with shame when the clarity of who you just mutually masturbated with hits you. 

He talks first, what a surprise. “Do you feel better?”

“No.” But then, “a little bit.”

“At least one of us does.” You hear him shuffling around on the other end, maybe opening a fridge. It makes you smile to think of him jerking off at his kitchen table. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why in God’s name are you still entertaining this conversation? You both got what you wanted, and if you stay here too long listening to his voice you’re going to be right back where you started—ready for round two. 

“I won’t feel better until you’re mine.” He sounds humorless, which worries you in itself even without the possessive words added. “C’mon, sweet nurse, aren’t you supposed to help me feel better?”  

“I don’t belong to anyone, Tom. I never will.”

“Oh? Bullshit.” 

“I’m hanging up.” 

Almost as if he knows you’re full of it, or maybe he just doesn’t care about talking into an empty phone line, he continues. “You’re telling me you’ve never wanted a man to take care of you? Protect you, defend you, fuck anyone up who even thinks to raise a hand or word against you?”

Honestly? That’s all you’ve ever wanted, although you’ll take that admittance to your grave. After a lifetime of taking care of other people, having someone to do that for you in return sounds like a castle in the sky. But, the thing about castles in skies? They’re imaginary. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Let me guess, you’d do all that and more?” Maybe the venomous sarcasm is a little too mean. 

He sighs as if you’re the one assaulting his date, stealing his number, and then calling to harass and annoy him. “Okay, tough girl. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“No you won’t.” 

“Mm. Night, beautiful.” 

You wait for him to hang up. He doesn’t. You don’t, either. You feel his grin blossoming through the white noise of the line, listen to him rustle about, hear bottles clinking, water running, fabric swishing. Your eyes get heavy to the sounds of his nightly routine, lashes threatening to touch cheek. 

His voice is void of its usual gruff when it permeates the pleasant, strange, foggy land between awake and unconscious. “Baby?”

“Mm, yeah?” You try to make your mouth move properly, but the words come jumbled and slurred, weighted with exhaustion. 

“Sweet dreams.” 

[profound-imagination]

Before You Go - Fenrys Moonbeam

A/N: I’m so freaking proud of this fic I hope you love it! Also I’ve tried my hand at a lil smut so please feel free to give constructive criticism!

T/W: Maeve, Smut, Vision of Maeve & Fenrys, Angst, Death - I think that’s it! Let me know if I’ve missed any!

W/C: 5K

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100 Years Ago:

“You did what?!” You seethed at the White Wolf who was looking anywhere but at you. “I swore a blood oath…to Maeve.” The words hit you like a physical blow and tears lined your eyes. “Why…why would you do that?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. He looked at you then, his face shuttering as he took in your unshed tears. “For Connall, the things she makes him do, Y/N, I can’t, I can’t allow it.” You sighed, heart breaking as you looked at the Male in front of you, your mate. Not that he knew, if he did he hadn’t told you, just like how you hadn’t told him. “He’ll resent you for taking his place, Fen, he came to visit, while you were gone with your elite force, he seemed happy.”

You’d grown up with the twins, your parents serving under theirs but there was always something about Fenrys, something that pulled you in. They were five years older than you and you’d put it down to a school girl crush. Connall hated it. He didn’t speak to you for 2 years after he confessed his feelings for you on your 18th birthday. You had just looked helplessly at his twin and he had known then, had understood there was something unspoken between you and his brother. It infuriated him. Connall had always felt lesser than his twin, who was favoured by their father and now by you, it seemed. “I can’t let her have him like that, Connall deserves a true and pure love, not this.” You scoffed, “What, so it’s better for you to be her whore instead?” You spat, his eyes hardening at your words, “Tell me, will you be allowed to leave her chambers? To be the warrior you always wanted to be or will you be leashed to her bed like the dog that you are?”

Anger rolled off of him in waves as he took a step back from you, “That’s enough.” He said quietly but you were so past trying to understand his reasoning. “Maybe he loves her, Fen? Did you think of that?” He scoffed this time, “Even if he does, she doesn’t and won’t ever love him back, she’s incapable of it.” You put your hands on your hips, “So what now? You’ve come to say goodbye? Tell me I’ll never see you again?” His face softened as your voice cracked. “You’ll see me again, but yes, I came to say goodbye.” Anger was still coursing through your veins as you said, “You better go then, your shackles on her bed are waiting. Goodbye, Fenrys.” You turned and walked away, you didn’t look back.

85 Years Ago:

The first ten years without the twins, without Fenrys, had been hard. You’d lost your parents to one of Maeve’s many wars, the twins' parents only just making it back themselves. They had taken you in, despite the fact you were an adult and your own parents had left you more than enough. It was like their mother knew this would be the final blow for you and she refused to let you fall into your despair. She’d moved you into Fenrys’ room, “So you’re here when he comes back,” she had said, “A mate's presence heals most things, even if they're not physically here.” You didn’t know how she knew nor did you ask at the time as you crawled into his bed and slept for days.

Fenrys sent everything he was feeling down the mating bond unknowingly. You could stop him from feeling your feelings which you’d been actively doing since it snapped for you but you couldn’t block his. The hatred, the anger, the sadness, the submission, the pleasure. It made you physically sick. Sometimes, when his emotions were particularly high, you saw it all as well, through his eyes. You’d never forget that first time.

Maeve on top of him, her naked form grinding in his lap. “What’s the matter little pup?” She taunted from above him, “Performance nerves?” He was panicking, you could feel the panic coursing through him, the dread that if he didn’t perform she’d bring Connall in here instead. She scraped her nails down his chest, “You really are pretty for a dog, Fenrys.” She crooned, rolling her hips again, “I can help you enjoy it and perhaps eventually you’ll learn to enjoy it on your own.” She leant forward and kissed up his neck, her canines scraping as she went, disgust shot through him as one hand wrapped around his throat and the other slid towards his cock. “Enjoy it.” She whispered seductively in his ear, “You want me, Fenrys, you want this.” She sucked on his earlobe and the disgust started to dissipate, replaced by lust. “You want to fuck me, to satisfy me.” She continued as his cock stiffened in her hand. She dragged herself up his body, until she had a leg on either side of his head. “Go ahead pup,” she crooned, “eat.”

You witnessed the whole thing. She had ridden him until she was satisfied and when he was spent she sent him away like he was nothing. The last thing you saw when Fenrys opened her chamber door was Connall on the other side, betrayal like nothing you’d ever seen written across his face. You’d thrown up until your body had given out and you moved out of his room and his parents house the next day.

This went on for ten years until you’d had enough, you couldn’t take it anymore, feeling what he was feeling, witnessing it. You had amassed the funds your parents had left you and ventured to Doranelle, for an audience with the Queen. You smoothed down the skirts of your dress as you waited to be called into her throne room. Fenrys was here and nearby, you could feel the bond coming to life and singing that its counterpart was close. A guard approached and nodded for you to follow him, so you took a deep breath and did just that. It’s for the twins, you told yourself over and over again as you rounded the corner and took in Maeve sitting upon her stone throne, two wolves sat either side, one white, one black, both of their ears shot up and their eyes widened as they took you in. A white tailed hawk sat above her right shoulder, a massive Osprey sat above her left. In one of the alcoves close to the throne stood the biggest male you had ever seen and another male with golden hair and tattoos.

“You asked for an audience?” Maeve asked, her voice sounded bored and uninterested. You bowed as low as you could before speaking, “Yes your majesty, thank you for granting my wish.” You said, your voice sounding stronger than you felt, she waved a hand for you to continue. “I have come to ask if you will allow me to buy the wolves out of their servitude? They are needed at home but of course majesty I understand they are of great importance to you so I offer all that I have, including myself, in their stead.” Maeve tilted her head in consideration. Connall was staring at his queen, but Fenrys, Fenrys was staring at you, a sadness in his eyes, a desperation telling you to take back your offer and run.

Maeve tipped her head back and laughed, she laughed like you had told the best joke she had ever heard and as quickly as she laughed, it ended. The Fae Queen leveled you with a look, “No.” You stepped forward, Connall bared his teeth and let out a warning growl that shocked you to your very core. “But, I-“ the Queen cut you off, “I said no, like you pointed out, girl, they are of great importance to me and this one,” she said, placing a hand on Fenrys’ head, “He pleases me ever so well, so no, girl, I’ll keep them both, leave.” Your mouth dropped open and Maeve sighed, “Lorcan, see our guest out.” The giant of a male stepped towards you and Fenrys whined his protest, “Hush, pup, get upstairs.” Maeve commanded and you were escorted out with a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’d made everything worse for him.

A knock woke you from a fitful sleep. You hadn’t even made it to your bed, you had passed out drunk on the sofa and you winced as the wine bottle rolled off of you and smashed on the floor. You’d deal with that in the morning you decided as you stumbled to the door and flung it open. A fae male with long silver hair and face tattoos stood on the other side, along with the golden haired male from earlier. “So she’s sent you to kill me then?” You asked as you turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving the door open for them to follow. “Drink?” You asked, pouring yourself a whisky and sliding the bottle and two glasses over to the other side of the table where they now stood. “I won’t fight you for my life,” you told them, “There’s nothing left of it anyway.” You said gesturing around the house.

The silver haired one snorted as he took in your home, “Wow, you really aren’t doing well without him are you?” The golden haired one hissed as he elbowed his friend, “Rowan!” He scolded. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m Gavriel and this is Rowan, we aren’t here to kill you, we’re here to help, sort of.” You raised an eyebrow, “Help? With what?” You questioned, “You feel him don’t you?” Rowan asked, “We can teach you to block him out, so you don’t feel him if you’re too much of a coward to tell him he’s your mate.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “You’re an asshole.” You told Rowan, Gavriel nodded his agreement, “An asshole I might be, but I’m trying to help you, do you know what she would’ve done if she realised what you were to him, to both of them?” You shrugged, “It isn’t fair that they are chained to her like that, it’s not fair to any of you, loyalty should be earned, not taken.” Gavriel sighed, “Let us help you.”

So you learned from them, well, from Rowan mostly, over an exhausting couple of days. Gavriel kept himself busy fixing whatever needed fixing in the house and tidying up so you had somewhere presentable to live. “Oh and one more thing,” Rowan said as they turned to leave that evening. He turned, producing a letter out of his satchel and you instantly recognised the scrawl on the envelope. “Keep those shields up, Y/N.” He said before walking out the door. Gavriel smiled kindly at you, “For what it’s worth, I think he regrets it, leaving you, everyday.” You sighed, “I was so mean the last time I spoke to him, I was angry and I didn’t mean any of it.” You said quietly, “I think he knows that too,” Gavriel said, “but I’ll make sure to tell him.”

You smiled at him softly, “Why did you both come to help me?” You questioned, Gavriel glanced outside and then back to you, “Rowan’s pregnant mate was murdered & I walked away from my mate and child because of the fear of Maeve, we don’t want the same for Fenrys, we’re quite keen on the pups and somethings Y/N, somethings are worth fighting for.” With that, he took your hand, kissed your knuckles and left.

You slid down the front door, pulled your knees to your chest and ripped open the letter Rowan had given you. There was such anger in Connall’s words, at you, at his brother. But there was also sorrow and a plea for you to never step foot in Doranelle again.

You spent the following weeks wondering if you’d be betrayed, but no one ever came for you.

50 Years Ago:

Gasping quietly you dropped the dishes you were washing in the sink with a splash, the bubbles splattering up your apron. You threw open the door to Rowan and the tall male you hadn’t met yet. “What happened?!” You snapped as you took in Fenrys hanging between them. “Move!” The tall male hissed as they shoved past you, “Clear the table!” Rowan commanded, panic seized you as you swept the table with your arm. “What happened?!” You snapped again and Fenrys groaned as they placed him more gently than you’d expected on the table. “He’s been testing the leash, stupid boy.” Your eyes snapped to the tall male, “Sorry, who the hell are you?” He didn’t even look at you as he grunted, “Lorcan.” You looked back down at Fenrys, “She did this to him?” Rowan looked at Lorcan who shook his head but Rowan answered you anyway, “Connall did.” Anger flooded through you, “Connall?!” Fenrys let out a wet, labored cough, “No,” he croaked. “She commanded it,” Lorcan drawled, “But he didn’t seem to hesitate or fight it.”

You watched quietly as the two warriors worked on Fenrys. Your entire body was tense. Fenrys had passed out 30 minutes ago, a blessing you supposed, that he couldn’t feel what they were doing as they were putting him back together. A shadow outside the window caught your eye and you stalked out the door. “You’ve got some nerve.” You spat at the Black Wolf who was sitting at the tree line of your property. “How dare you turn up here?!” With a flash the Black Wolf was a Male prowling towards you. “He’s my brother, I need to know if he’s okay.” You scoffed, “You did this to him!” You exclaimed, stepping up to him. “I didn’t have a choice!” You rolled your eyes, “They said you didn’t even hesitate or try to fight the order!” You watched Connall’s eyes shoot over your shoulder and then back to you. You felt Rowan at your back. “Are you here for you or for her?” He asked, his voice tight. “For him.” Connall snapped. Rowan nodded and beckoned him to follow. You huffed and followed the two males into your home, the tang of blood in the air.

They’d moved him to your bed when they’d patched him up. You had sat next to the bed, back rigid. Your eyes watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Around 3am his eyes cracked open, finding you instantly in the darkness, “Am I dead? Is this heaven?” He rasped. You rolled your eyes, “No, you aren’t dead, they brought you here.” He nodded weakly. “Where are they?” He croaked, you handed him a glass of water, “Lorcan and Connall went back, Rowan’s flapping about outside.” You told him and he huffed a laugh then winced. “Stop it.” You scolded him.

You’d brought him some food and stuck your head out the door to let Rowan know he was awake before returning to Fenrys. “How are you feeling?” You asked, “Why are you doing this? Helping?” He asked at the same time. “Because it’s you and I’m an idiot.” You muttered quietly. “It was stupid of you to come to Doranelle.” He said, “I’m not sorry.” You snapped. “Your brother nearly killed you today, he didn’t think twice about it, he just obeyed.” Your voice cracked and tears welled up in your eyes. Fenrys sighed, “It’s the blood oath, he didn’t have a choice.” You gave him a scathing look, “Get some rest.” You said, voice sharp and you turned to leave. “Hey?” You turned to face him, he held his hand out towards you, “Come here?” He asked, patting the space next to him. The bond was screaming at you to do so, to join him, to not leave him injured and alone in your room so you caved and crawled in next to him. “You know I love you right?” He asked into the darkness of the room. “Yeah, I know.” You answer, heart cracking because you knew he didn’t mean it how your entire soul craved him to mean it.

Now:

“What are you doing here?!” You span at the sound of his voice. “Fighting? We got the call.” You gestured at the battlefield that surrounded you. “You can’t be here!” He snarled, “Well I am! You snarled back. “Pup! We’ve got to go, you can fight with your girlfriend later!” Rowan shouted as he landed next to you, “Hi, Y/N.” You smiled at him, “Aedion is injured, get up to the battlements and see where you can help.” Rowan told you, you nodded at him and took off, Fenrys shouting after you.

You clung onto Aedion, tears in your eyes as Gavriel stepped through the gate. You’d grown to love Gavriel, he’d visited you every time he traveled past your home over the years, always stopping in for a cup of tea, you had your suspicions that he was reporting back to Fenrys but he’d become your friend either way. “Let him go, Aedion.” He fought against you, “He’s doing this for you, the only thing he feels he can do for you.” So the two of you watched as the Lion of Doranelle stood his ground as the gate shut him out.

It was over. It was won. You’d watched from the battlements as Fenrys delivered the killing blow to the tyrant Queen. Had watched them morn Gavriel from the outside while you quietly mourned the Wolf that was no longer with you. Aelin had approached you in the garden one evening, as you sat amongst the flowers, watching the sun disappear, talking to Connall as if he could hear you. “You’re staying.” A fact, a demand from your Queen, not a question. You looked up at her and she smiled, “Rowan’s not so good with the secrets.” You laughed as he huffed behind his wife. “He’ll need you.” You gave her a kind smile, “I doubt that, but if it’s what you wish for, your majesty, I will stay.” She gave you a look that said she knew she was right and turned to leave, “Actually, with your permission, there’s something I’d like to do.” Tears welled in Aelin’s eyes as you told her what you wanted, Rowan approached and smiled and put a hand on your shoulder, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” He said, Aelin nodded her agreement.

Fenrys found you a week later. “What are you doing out here?” He asked, approaching you in the Royal Graveyard of Terrasen. You were knelt in the dirt, hands covered in it. Flowers surround you, Zinnias for remembrance and goodness, Yellow Carnations for friendship and gratitude, Violets for faithfulness and devotion, Anemones for protection and sacrifice and Daffodils for rebirth and hope. “He mentioned you had become friends over the years…” he trailed off, realising that it wasn’t Gavriel’s grave you were kneeling in front of. You looked at him over your shoulder, and then moved aside to reveal a gravestone, that simply read:

Connall Moonbeam

Brother

Friend

Beloved

Black Wolf of Doranelle

A raw, broken sound left Fenrys as he crashed to his knees at the sight of his brother's grave and you were there, next to him, holding him. “I thought it would be nice if we had somewhere we could talk to him.” You told him quietly as he sobbed into his hands. “He visits me in my dreams, the first time was the night he died. He came to me and told me what had happened. That you needed me. I set off the next day to find Aelin, to help however I could.” Fenrys fell into you, sobbing into your neck. “He kept me safe, when I slept rough, he’d tell me to wake up, to move.” You kept talking as Fenrys calmed slowly, “He had things left to say to me, we both cried as he told me he’d loved me once but he knew, had always known I’d belonged to his brother, that I had to find you, that you’d need me, that after everything, he’d get me to you safely, the last thing he could do for you.” You ran a calming hand down his back, “He had a message for you, he said he loves you, more than anything, he forgives you for everything and he’s sorry for his part, he said that it was meant for you, the dagger, but it was too far and he couldn’t allow it.” Tears were running down your face by the time you finished speaking. “If I could change it, if I could take his place so he could be here with you, I would, in a heartbeat, Fen.”

Fenrys remained quiet for a long time after you had told him everything. He clutched your hand like it was his tether to the earth. Finally he looked up at you, his onyx eyes meeting yours and you saw the exact moment he felt it too, the bond. You watched it wash over him, watched him figure out what it was he was feeling. “You…you’re…” you nodded at him, “Yes, I am.” He blinked, “How long have you known?” He croaked and you let out a humorless laugh, “A long time, Fen.” “How long?” He repeated, “Since before you swore the blood oath.” You admitted, “You’ve known for over 100 years that we’re mates and you never said anything?!” You opened your mouth to reply just as Rowan and Aelin approached, “We’ve all known Boyo, it was fairly obvious.” Aelin elbowed her husband. “You’ve done a wonderful job on Connall’s grave, Y/N.” She said, “I’m sorry I never got to know him.” She said to Fenrys, wrapping him in her arms. “He’d have loved you.” Fenrys mumbled and you and Rowan laughed your agreement.

Over the following weeks Fenrys started coming around more and more. Getting to know you again he’d said. You’d cried as Aedion swore his oath, took his birthright and Fenrys had laughed at you, wiped your tears and held your hand for the rest of the ceremony. “Dance with me?” He asked as the Coronation Ball went on and on. You smiled up at him and took his had, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor and into the first dance. Your body fit against his in the best of ways and from what you felt, he knew it too. It was on your third dance that he seemed to throw caution to the wind and his hand left your waist to cup your face as he brought his lips down to yours. It was like the world had gone silent. He pulled you impossibly closer to him as his kisses descended down your neck. “Let’s get out of here.” He spoke against your neck, “Please?” You begged him. He smirked at you as he pulled you towards the doors.

The two of you only made it a few corridors at a time before you were swept up in kisses and touches again. By the time you were halfway to his room, you realised, he was carrying you, your legs wrapped around his waist, dress up around your hips, his hands on your ass, groaning at the feel of it, of the feel of your teeth against his neck. “Fuck it.” He growled three corridors away from his room as he pinned you against the wall with his hips and pulling the top of your dress down. He groaned as he took in the sight before him and ground his hips into yours causing you to moan. He lowered his head, kisses starting at your neck, trailing down to your chest where he worshiped each breast and nipple, the sensations causing you to writhe against him.

“Can you be quiet for me?” He asked, pulling away from your chest. You nodded eagerly as he sank to his knees, anticipation tightening in your stomach as he threw your legs over his shoulders, his head disappearing under the skirts of your dress. Kisses began traveling up your legs, “No underwear?” He mumbled more to himself than to you as his mouth neared to where you wanted it the most. His tongue licked a broad stripe and you jerked at the sensation, letting out a loud moan. “What did I say about being quiet?” He teased as he head appeared from under your skirts before going right back to where it was before. Your fingers scrambled for something to grab onto and settled for the of your dress that was covering his head as he sucked on your clit, waves of pleasure zinging up and down your spine.

“Please, please, please” you were begging as that familiar coil started to tighten in your stomach. “Please what?” He asked against your clit, the words vibrating beautifully. “Tell me what you want love?” He asked, nipping at your thigh. “Make me cum, Fen, please I’m so close.” You whimpered as he started his minstrations again. Two calloused fingers pushed into you and you threw your head back into the wall, his lips still sucking at you. “Plea-“ your begging was cut off as his fingers curled and hit that perfect spot and the coil in your stomach snapped and you and the world fell apart as your orgasam ripped through you. He kept going, drawing it out as long as he could.

His smirk was feline when he emerged from your dress and set your shaking legs back on the ground. You threw yourself at him so hard he stumbled back into the opposite wall as he caught you. You began attacking his neck with kisses, teeth scraping along his throat as you pulled his shirt out of his trousers and tried to undo the buttons. “Take me to bed. Now.” You breathed against his ear and he froze. Completely froze. His arms dropped away from you and his whole body was ridgid. You pulled away from him, realising quickly what had happened and your heart threatened to disintegrate at that haunted look in his eyes.

“Fenrys?” It was like he couldn’t hear you. Whatever memory of Maeve he was reliving had trapped him and you weren’t sure how to get to him. You had just began to panic when Chaol and Yerene walked down the hallway, “Get Aelin, now!” You snapped at Chaol as Yerene stepped towards him. “Don’t!” She stopped dead and looked at you. “I don’t know what he’s reliving and how he’ll be when he comes out of it, you’re with child.” You said more gently and she nodded in understanding, “Go with Chaol, bring Rowan too!” She nodded as she ran to catch up with her husband. “Fen, please, come back to me.”

Footsteps rushed down the hallway and then Aelin was there, Rowan next to her. Lorcan behind him. Chaol and Yerene behind him. You knew you didn’t fit this picture, this group. So you watched, back against the wall Fenrys had just had you against as the Queen of Terrasen pulled your mate back after you had failed to do so. His eyes cleared and darted around the hallway, he smiled down at Aelin and Rowan clapped him on the shoulder. Lorcan, Chaol and Yerene departed back to the ball as the Queen and King spoke with their Emissary, their friend & you turned and fled. You had done that to him, you were no better than Maeve.

“I don’t know how to do this.” You sobbed, “I don’t know how to be what he needs.” The gravestone didn’t answer. “I wish you were here, Con.” You told him, “It’s not right without you and I keep messing everything up.” You let out some more sobs as Fenrys’ haunted face flashed through your memories again. Twigs breaking behind Connall’s grave had your head shooting up & there he was, your White Wolf. “I’m sorry, Fen, so unbelievably sorry.” You told him as he prowled over to you.

He approached, studying you and your tears, then licked a great stripe right up the side of your face, which caused you to snort in disgust and then laugh. Fenrys huffed out a sound that you assumed was as close to a laugh as he could do as a wolf and then he curled himself around your back, and a contented rumble left his chest as you leant back on him. “I’m sorry I put you back there, I’ll be more careful with my words next time.” You said quietly. He huffed again, nuzzling his face into your side, a feeling of warmth, thanks and understanding filled your chest and you knew it was him. “Can we stay out here with Connall tonight?” You asked, he nodded and put his head down on a massive paw, leaving the other for you as you curled up into his fur. “I love you, Fen.” You mumbled sleepily, “I have for most of my life.” You felt the moment he shifted, arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest, “I love you too.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

Connall Moonbeam smiled down at the sight of his twin brother and his best friend, curled up together by a grave that he was not in. It didn’t matter, they had honored him with it anyway. They continued to honor and remember him for the rest of their lives, especially on the day their son was born and they gave him the name Connall Gavriel Moonbeam. Gavriel clapped a hand on his shoulder as he walked away from him, into the arms of the mate he’d been missing for so long. Connall smiled down at his brother and his family one last time and followed Gavriel and his mate into the light, there would be no more dream visits, he had nothing more to offer his friend, besides, he’d see them both again some day.

[shokiren]

COME BACK, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.

pairing: shidou ryusei x reader

summary: shidou has been inlove with for as long as he can remember. but he is bound to get impatient, as you can't see that he's the perfect guy for you, not those worthless jackasses.

a/n: hi <3 my first work on this blog!! ahh im excited ab this, i hope you enjoy this mwah mwah, also this is NOT proofread (im too lazy, please bear w me)

you don't know what you'd do if it weren't for shidou.

shidou was your best friend– yes, he could be quite odd at times, but he had his moments. he was very touchy, but in a very non-romantic way (or so you thought.).

you and his mom were best friends too, so they came over at eachother's houses quite often, and so naturally, you both became good friends as time passed by.

when you were barely ten, you remember being scared of shidou because he was like a feral cat. he would not sit down, and may have kicked the ball so hard that it absolutely obliterated the neighbour's most precious plant– of course, you both fled the scene as fast as you could after that. it is also your best kept secret.

both your mom's sent you to the same highschool, saying that who knows– you both might fall in love and might marry each other, all in secret, of course.

but you're glad they did what they did, even if you don't know the reasoning yet.

you both stuck around each other, till college. and now here you are, on one of your late night trips and the music bursting from the speakers of the lavish car.

you held a bottle of vodka in one hand as the other hunt out the window. okay, your state was understandable because you just had been rejected by your crush, your crush of nine months.

you sang the lyrics to each song you knew at the top of your lungs, as well as taking a sip every here and then. shidou also held a bottle of vodka in his hands, drinking as much as his mouth could fit.

"i hate him, i hate him, i hate him!" the words tumbled out of your mouth unconsciously, not really comprehensible but shidou understands. "'would kill him if i saw him on campus." shidou says, eyes still ahead on the road. you just nod, "you're so nice, shidou. love you." you say, leaning against the black leather fabric of the seat, and slowly drifting off to sleep.

the thing was, shidou liked you. he thinks he's liked you ever since the end of highschool. he doesn't know why, but thinks it has something to do with how long you have stuck with him, because usually, he was left alone because he was "mean and weird". sure, you thought the same things at first, but then slowly learned that he wasn't actually mean, he was just joking around.

and now, he's blushing at the two words, slowly muttering, "love ya too..". he wishes you could just see him, and not fall for total jackass', he wishes he could just be given one chance where he could tell you what he's felt for you in one go, without messing up the bond between you both.

he turns down the loud music so you can sleep peacefully. he knows that you have been overworking yourself and not getting enough sleep, so he should just let you rest.

he thinks you look ethereal like this. sleeping like an angel while the streetlight's soft down shone upon your face. he thinks he might just kiss you right now.

he hopes you see that he's the perfect guy for you, not those worthless jackasses.