the-food-bag

natural foods tote bag, blue pants, vans, embroidered pink shirt, conductor hat… this entire look saved my life and the fact that we got it in good quality was a gift from hod. May this be the look that breaks that “shitty cameras whenever he wears an iconic look” curse

the truth will set you free

request: 43 and 44

43. “That’s a lie and you know it.”

44. “Can you just tell me the truth for once?”

— word count: 1,370

— warnings: swearing


You pull up to the studio where Shawn said he was going to be and walk inside. Instead you just see everyone, but Shawn, sitting around on their phones. You set the bag of food you brought down on the table and run your fingers through your hair.

“Where’s Shawn?” You ask, your young daughter already running off to find Geoff.

Andrew looks at you and shrugs, “He said he was going to pick Gracie up from dance class.”

“Gracie doesn’t even have dance class.” You furrow your brows.

“What?” Andrew asks, “Why would he lie about that. If he wanted to stop for today he could’ve just said.”

“If he wanted to he would’ve said so. Can you guys keep Gracie entertained? I’ll be right back.” You step outside, dialing Shawn’s number.

The phone rings a few times and then goes to voicemail. You curse under your breath and call him again. After a few rings he answers and you look inside to make sure they’re keeping an eye on Gracie.

“Where the hell are you?” You spit.

“What do you mean? I already told you, I’m at the studio.”

You scoff, “Oh, is that so? Then how come I don’t see you anywhere?”

Shawn goes silent for a minute and you can tell he’s starting to panic.

“You’re there? At the studio?”

“Yeah, I am. Are you still picking Gracie up from dance class?” You say bitterly.

“(Y/n)…”

“Where are you, Shawn?”

“Who is it, baby?” You hear someone ask in the background.

“Who was that?”

“No one. It was this show I have on in the background.”

“Where are you that has a T.V.?”

“Shawn? Who is it? I’m waiting for you.” You hear the voice say again.

You hear Shawn mutter something and for a split second you feel like breaking down crying, but it is quickly replaced by anger.

“Just a show my ass, Shawn. Hope you said goodbye to Gracie this morning because that’s the last time you’ll see her.”

“Wait, (Y-”

You hang up before Shawn can finish and storm inside, slamming the door behind you.

“Gracie, come on. We’re leaving.”

All of the guys are staring at you and Gracie just holds on to Geoff tighter.

“Mommy, I want to stay with Uncle Geoff.”

“You can’t. We have to go. Say goodbye to everyone.”

She reluctantly lets go of Geoff and makes her rounds telling everyone goodbye. Geoff walks over and pulls you to the side, away from everyone else.

“Grace, baby, go wait outside.”

She walks outside, Matt walking out with her to keep her distracted until you get out there.

“What the hell happened?” He asks, quietly.

“Shawn’s a cheating asshole. That’s what happened.” You storm outside, not caring if everyone heard you.

You pick Gracie up and strap her into her car-seat before getting in the car and driving off. You’re fuming the whole way home and when you get there you don’t even turn the car off.

“Stay here, Gracie.”

She nods and you walk off inside, grabbing a few bags and stuffing your belongings as well as Gracie’s into the bags. You walk through the house, making sure the only things left were Shawn’s before walking back outside. When you walk out you see Shawn pulling up and you walk past him to your car, throwing the bags in the trunk.

“(Y/n)!” Shawn jogs over to you, blocking you from going anywhere.

“Shawn, move.”

“No. I’m-”

“Move!” You scream, pushing him away from you.

He only stumbles a couple feet before quickly regaining his composure and blocking you again.

“Please. Just listen to me.”

“No. You’re cheating. That’s all I need to know.”

“No. No, I wasn’t.”

“Can you just tell me the truth for once? I heard her. There’s no way out of this.”

Shawn looks at you, hurt evident in his eyes, but you honestly don’t care at all. He sighs looking down and when he looks back up at you he has tears on the edge of spilling over.

“I guess I’m just not good enough for you. I guess we’re just not good enough for you.”

“That’s a lie and you know it. I love you. Both of you.”

“And you show your love by cheating on me? That’s fucking hilarious.”

“(Y/n), look, I’m sorry. I’ll end things with her and we can go back to before all of this. Start over from there.”

“Yeah? And how far back would we have to go?”

“Don’t do this.”

“You don’t have anything else to lose so why don’t you just tell me?”

He sighs, “Six months.”

You shake your head, “Fucking dickhead.”

You try to walk away, but Shawn doesn’t budge. You hear someone walk over to where you and Shawn are and pretty soon a slim redhead comes into view.

“You always did have a thing for redheads.” You mutter, shaking your head, glaring at her.

“Oh, is this your new assistant?” She sticks her hand out to you, but you don’t take it, “I’m Maggie.” She smiles.

“I’m (Y/n). And try his wife.” You flash your wedding ring at her and take advantage of the newfound space between you and Shawn to slip away from him.

You get in the car and begin to close the door, but Shawn stops it.

“You brought her to our home?” You spit.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it anymore, Shawn. Get away from me.”

“Daddy!” Gracie calls excitedly.

He leans over to get a view of her and brings his hand up to wave, a smile on his face. “Hi, baby.”

You push him away from the car, “Don’t you fucking dare talk to her.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes and you get out of the car once again, stepping closer to him.

“Don’t look at her, don’t talk to her, do not even think about her. As of right now, she is not your daughter anymore. She is my daughter and I am now a single mother. Do not try to contact me because I will be changing my number. If you didn’t want to lose us, you should’ve thought about that before you decided to start having an affair. If you didn’t want to be in this marriage anymore, you should’ve just filed for divorce. Oh, and speaking of divorce, I’ll have someone be getting in contact with you when I have the papers ready. Better find a new lawyer.” You turn around, getting back in the car and driving away, leaving Shawn standing there, speechless.


It’s been four months since you left Shawn and you changed your number like you said you would. You found an apartment for you and Gracie about an hour and a half from where you used to live. You’ve been taking care of everything you need to to get your life back on track. Everything except for actually file for divorce. Everyday you wake up telling yourself that this is the day you’ll do it, but you always go to sleep telling yourself you’ll do it tomorrow. You kept in touch with Geoff because Gracie was absolutely smitten with him and she missed her ‘Saturdays with Uncle Geoff’. The two of you are careful not to let Shawn know that Geoff is still seeing Gracie every Saturday. You can tell Geoff hates lying to Shawn like this and you hate making him, but you don’t want Shawn to find a way to find you.

You’re getting Gracie dressed since it’s Saturday and Geoff should be here any minute to pick her up. He’s been unusually quiet and you’re worried he forgot or is sick and just didn’t tell you. Once Gracie is ready you call Geoff just to check in.

“Hey, Geoff, Gracie is waiting on you. I haven’t heard from you today, so I just wanted to make sure nothing came up and you can’t come anymore.”

“So she’s still having Saturdays with Uncle Geoff, eh?”

Your heart stops when you hear his voice and you contemplate just hanging up, but you know it’s too late.

“Shawn.” You say, barely audible, hoping that speaking so quietly will make this all just a dream.

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“We ‘accidentally’ leave the pantry open when his dog food bag is down to crumbs. Within minutes of us ‘looking away,’ he sneaks in, steals the bag, and runs (or carefully walks) it upstairs. I finally got video of the ‘theft.’ His proud butt waggle kills me.” - shinyblackdogmama

Best of Friends

Originally posted by spdrparker

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SEX BABYYYYYYYYYYYY, aKA SMUT SO IF U HAVE A PROBLEM DNT READ

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: BROUGHT TO YOU BY RUM AND MANGO JUICE

Request from @thomas-stanleyholland : Tom and the Reader are Best friends. They have a sleepover and have an intense makeup session in his bed, maybe some smut and fluff?

HECK YES TO SMUT AND FLUFF :,)

I’ll revise for any mistakes in the morning, I’m exhausted xx


[Reader’s POV]


   Your flight just landed at the London City Airport. The captain explaining that we’re pulling up to the gate. People around you were getting restless to get off. You of course were still waking up from the nap you took.


   Pulling out your phone you open the camera. Flipping the screen you see your reflection. Sighing in relief that nothing was out of place. Turning your head to the side you check  you winged eyeliner. Thanking the makeup gods the liner or your fake lashes you have on didn’t get fucked up.


  Feeling your phone vibrate you exit the camera app. A message from your best friend pops up. A smile on your face when you read it. Standing up once you see people emptying the seats in front of you. Reaching above you grab your suitcase with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Carrying the suitcase you lift it sideways to head down the narrow aisle.


   Someone pushes past you making you stumble a bit.  You huff out in frustration glaring at the back of the person. Readjusting your purse you make your way down the hall of the gate.  Your suitcase making sounds as it rolled and bumped over the bumps in the gate flooring.


   Walking over towards the bathroom you walk in and head towards a bigger mirror. Fixing your beanie that was on your head. It was your best friend’s beanie he gave you before he had to fly to the states for work.  Reapplying a coat of maroon lipstick  to your faded lips you leave feeling a little better.


   Looking at the  signs you see which way to turn for the baggage claim.  The escalator taking you down to the lower level. Stepping forward when you reach the end, you head towards a hooded figure. The sign said your name and beside the figure was your bag. He looks up from his phone, glasses shielding his eyes. A smile giving him way completely.

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Stressed (CEO harry)

Originally posted by solo-harry

let’s all imagine harry looking like this because he looked fine af in this suit. 

rated ma (mostly smut)

Being the girlfriend of a CEO can be vexatious. It requires you putting up with your boyfriend’s moody attitude and traveling. He can be pretty oblivious at times due to the amount of work that consumes him. You’ve been dating for about a two years now and you practically live with him in his luxurious penthouse. 

There are days where you’d feel off and he wouldn’t notice because of how tired he is and there are definitely days where his mood would be off but you’d notice because he makes it pretty obvious. Some days he’d have to cancel dinner or lunch dates because of a meeting or staying in the office too late which would make a hefty sigh blow past your lips. Other days, he might have to travel out of the state or country since his company is international and there’d be problems only he could fix by going there. 

One of the most aggravating things would be when your boyfriend is stressed. His patience would be very thin and one would talk to him like they’re walking on thin ice that could break easily. He would shut people out and make them leave him alone due to frustration. Sometimes he would yell without noticing, his vein in his jaw protruding, his eyes blazing with anger as they would become a shade darker. His jaw would clench tightly, making the bone more prominent and sharp.

However, there are some people that Harry can be around when he is angry or stressed. Like you. You’d talk to Harry like he’s fragile china and he’d snap at you but calm down, apologizing for using such a rude tone because you would give him a stern glare. Other than his mother or sister, you don’t put up with Harry’s rude and annoyed demeanor either. 

When he’s home, you’d see him screaming through the phone at one of his employees, his face red in anger, chest heaving slightly but as soon as he hangs up and looks at your face, it all disappears and he’d give you one of his warm smiles as if he wasn’t just screaming on through the phone. You’d actually found it quite comical if you’re honest. It’s like seeing Harry go from an angry lion to a cute little bunny within seconds.

Currently, you were in the elevator of his building, going up to his office to visit him. You had received a call from his assistant about how stressed he was and how he didn’t eat lunch yet which made you grunt because how many times have you told Harry to eat lunch on time? You knew that his assistant wouldn’t dare to ask him since he might just scream at her considering stressed he was, therefore, she called you because she knew you can get him to calm down and eat. 

When you got up to his floor, a bag of lunch in hand, you walk out of the elevator and to his assistant’s desk. You greet her with a polite smile and receive a grateful one in return. 

“Thank god you’re here!” His assistant sighs in relief, causing you to chuckle. 

“How bad is it today?” You ask her even though you already know, considering he didn’t answer any of your calls or texts.

A bleak facial expression is etched on the assistant’s face, her tongue clicking against her teeth to make a hissing sound. “He yelled at four employees today and broke the small vase in his office.”

You purse your lips in wonder, looking towards his office door and you could hear him screaming through the phone. Your eyes go wide when you hear him say do you want me to fucking fire you? really loud and you look back at his assistant who ushers you towards the door with a knowing and hopeless look.

Dammit Harry. 

“Good luck,” you hear his assistant whisper, causing you to snort.

You open the door slowly, sticking your head in first to see what he was doing. You could see him facing away from you, sitting on his chair behind his desk as he holds a phone in his hand, staring out at the view of the city through the large window. He doesn’t hear you when you shut the door, his voice far too loud and angry, speaking through the phone. 

You set the bag of food down on the coffee table where there is also a sofa set up and you cautiously walk towards him.

“No, dammit! S’not what I wanted! I told yeh that ‘ve been wanting t’ sign a contract with tha’ company fo’ a while now!” He seethes, gripping the phone in his large veiny hands tightly. 

You stand behind him, your hands coming down to rest on both of his shoulders making him stiffen even more but quickly relax when he notices the promise ring he gave you, sitting on your finger and he turns his head to confirm it is you before looking back out at the view. You slightly massage his tense shoulders to calm him down as he talks on the phone, his voice not as angry as it was before but it was still angry. 

You feel one of his hands come up to rest on yours to acknowledge you and you smile at the gesture, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He runs his thumb across your knuckles as you dig your thumb into the back of his neck with your other hand. 

“Look,” he miffed, his tone condescending, “I don’ wanna have t’ come over there just ‘cos one o’ my employees screwed up and couldn’t do their job like they were told to. I cannot lose this contract and ‘f I do, I promise you, you won’t have a job startin’ tomorrow if yeh don’t fix this.” And without letting the person on the other end speak, he hangs up the phone, chucking it onto the floor and you click your tongue together at his anger. He doesn’t greet you, pinching his forehead together with his hand as he shuts his eyes, lips set into a firm line. 

You roll your eyes but keep quiet, knowing that he’s irritated and needs to relax so you lean down to wrap your arms around his neck from behind, crossing over his chest. You feel him let out a sigh, intertwining his ring clad fingers with yours, silently. 

You bring your lips to his neck, pressing soft kisses against it to unwind him from his angry state. You feel the skin move beneath your lips as he swallows thickly  and you love how you still have this affect on him even while he was angry. You bring your lips below his ear, puckering it against the soft skin and you know how much it affects him considering that’s where he loves to be kissed. 

“You okay, baby?” You whisper in his ear, scratching a hand across his chest of the area where his shirt is unbuttoned. 

“‘m fine,” he mutters. 

You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes at him, “Didn’t sound fine. I heard you broke a vase again.”

An annoyed sigh emits from Harry’s lips, “Who told yeh tha’? Told them not t’ tell yeh but they still do. Stupid fucking employees never listen to me an’ now ‘m gonna ‘ave to–” You don’t let him finish, interrupting his angry rant. 

“Doesn’t matter who told me. You need to relax, sweetheart. This is like the fifth vase you broke. And you skipped eating again when I told you not to!” You move back from the chair when you feel him let go of your hand and spin his chair to face you properly. 

His eyes scan your body, enjoying the view of you wearing a white sundress that reaches mid thigh. His green orbs linger on your cleavage that is visible from the criss cross at the chest. Your lips curve at the corner, knowing you’re already going to be a distraction from his anger.

“Was gonna eat once I finished yellin’ at this employee ‘f mine who can never do his fucking job right,” His voice goes from calm to bitter again, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. “Gave him a chance t’ prove himself an’ he screws up a deal with one o’ my most important clients an’ now ‘m gonna fucking fire him ‘f he doesn’t–” You interrupt his angry rant by moving forward to straddle either side of his waist on the chair, sitting on top of his lean thighs, your hands grabbing each side of his face while his hands grip your hips. 

“Shh…” You stroke his hair, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes at the feeling, throwing his head back against the chair. “You’re not going to fire anyone. You’re just stressed yeah?” You cup his face again, leaning forward to kiss his slightly parted pink lips. 

Harry hums, opening his eyes to gaze at you. His right hand moves down your hip slowly until he feels the smooth skin of your thigh. You feel him push the fabric of the dress up to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, letting his fingers drag against the side teasingly. 

You try not think too much about it, swallowing the small lump in your throat. You could feel your body become warmer, the area between your legs tingling with sensation. “Harry,” You clear your throat.

“Hm?” He responds, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss the exposed area of your skin through the criss cross ties at the top of your dress.

“You didn’t answer my calls,” You point out, your eyes shutting when you feel his tongue drag against the side of your neck. 

“Told yeh I was angry,” He grunts, “Yellin’ at m’dumb employee.”

You sigh, tilting your head to the side as he kisses your neck, “I brought you food.” You say lamely even though that’s not what you want to think about right now. You notice how easily his mood has changed from angry to horny within seconds. If this was going to be a way for him to calm down, then you might as well get something out of it too. 

“Mhm,” He hums in appreciation, “Thanks, love, but ‘ve got a taste fo’ something else right now.” He whispers, sending chills down your body and between your legs and you can feel the area dampen at his words and touch. 

He drags his hand to the front of your panties, rubbing your clit over your panties and you instantly moan at the action, throwing your head back while gripping his shoulders so you don’t fall. You feel his nose drag up your neck, his mouth pressing hard kisses against the skin. 

“Already so wet fo’ me hm? You’re soaking, princess,” He baits, sliding his fingers to feel the wetness. His fingers slide your panties aside, making you moan out loud when you feel his ring clad fingers drag up your dripping cunt. The tip of his fingers drag up your folds and you gasp, gripping his neck tightly when you feel yourself become unsteady. He teases his forefinger into your entrance, sliding only a little bit of out before sliding back out making you whine. 

He chuckles hotly, bringing his other hand up to grip the back of your head and push you forward to press your lips against his in hunger. You feel your lips move in sync with his as you make out. He parts his lips to bring out his tongue and tease it against your lower lip and you open your mouth to grant access. He immediately shoves his tongue into your mouth, playing with your tongue as he fucks you with both of his ring clad fingers. You moan in his mouth when you feel his fingers go in deep, feeling his knuckles against your spongy walls. 

You bite down on his bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him and you grip his hand from your head to bring it to one of your breasts. He runs his thumb of your nipple back and forth before going in circular motions, making you grip the hair at the back of his head tightly in your fists. 

You feel some of your juices slip down your inner thighs while he thrusts his fingers into you at quick pace, the both of you breathing heavily. He rubs his thumb against your clit, emitting another moan from you which he quiets with a kiss. 

You feel him pull his fingers out of you slowly, your wetness covering his fingers and sliding down his hand. He brings them out from underneath and your skirt and you watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth, liking his fingers to taste your sweetness. You watch him with a clenched jaw, your chest heaving at the sight. You press your lips against his roughly, wanting to taste yourself on his lips as you slide your tongue out of your to lick at his lips. He grips your ass in his hands, picking you up from his thighs and causing you to wrap your legs around his waist while you still kiss his lips. 

You move your lips down from his mouth to the neck, sucking and biting at the skin on his neck. He locks his forearm around your hip, clearing every thing from his desk without a care before placing you down on it. You pull back to look at him with wide eyes but he only gives you a hot smirk before kissing your lips. His hands skim the bottom of your sundress, pulling it upwards to remove it from your body and you put your arms up, allowing him to drag it up your body. He carelessly throws it somewhere in the room.

His eyes darken when he notices you only wearing a pair of white lace panties which he also removes from you by having you lift your hips so he can slide them down your legs. You push his blazer off of him, your hands going for the buttons on his shirt. You press kisses down his chest with each removal of his button and he groans when you lick up his stomach. He fists your hair in his hand, pulling you back up to look at him. 

He gazes you with lust filled eyes, the shade two times darker. “’m gonna fuck you.” He growls deeply. 

You gulp at his tone, feeling your skin sweat at the rising temperature in the room.

“Someone might come,” You whisper against his lips, dragging your hands down his chest, to the waistband of his pants. 

“Tha’ just makes it more exhilarating dunnit?” He responds back, kissing down your neck, sucking marks into your skin. You undo his belt slowly, pulling his slacks down while he drags his tongue up between your breastbone. He helps you pull his pants along with his boxers down his legs until it reaches his ankles. 

You see his erection slap against his abdomen, the pink tip leaking with its pre cum. You drag your tongue across your lower lip at the sight of his cock. Harry’s hands push you back slightly to kiss at your breasts. You feel his tongue swirl on your peaked nipple, biting and sucking before giving it a kiss. You feel him do the same with the other breast and you throw head back, eyes shutting in pleasure at the feeling of his lips on your chest. 

“Baby…” You moan, your mind and vision becoming blurry. 

After giving attention to your breasts, he pulls back with blood red lips, his chest red and heaving for breathe. He looks at your pleased face, smiling cheekily when he notices your eyes on his cock. 

“C’mon, I need to fuck yeh,” He breathes out, setting his hand on your lower back before shoving you against his chest. 

You nod, kissing his lips again. Both of his hands grabbing to feel your thighs as he massages them in his hands. His eyes drag over your naked, sweat covered body that he couldn’t resits or go without touching. 

“So perfect, love,” He coos. His caresses the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers dancing on them and towards your dripping pink core. You moan softly when you feel his two fingers part your folds again, pushing his fingers in afterwards. He parts his lips at the feeling of your wetness. He slowly pulls them out and brings them up to your lips. You stick out your tongue to suck on them, swirling your fingers around the digits and Harry’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down at the sight. 

“Gonna take my cock like a good girl hm?” He asks, situating himself in front of you, pushing you flat on the desk while you whimper desperately at his words. “Are you baby? ‘m askin’ yeh a question.” He growls. 

“Yes–fuck, yes please,” As soon as he got your reassurance, he spreads your thighs apart, making you sit up on his desk before moving forward. He grips his cock in his hand, teasing you with the head. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock and slides it down your slit, causing you to mewl out loud. You finally feel him at your entrance, his shaft finally deep inside of you. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head in reaction when he wastes no time picking up his pace and pounding into you mercilessly. You moan breathlessly as your skins made a connection together, his pubes tickling and brushing against your clit with each stroke, the sensation causing you to whine. 

Harry groans, gripping the skin of your thighs and helping himself into you, hitting you with tight and long strokes. You weren’t able to comprehend a thing as your eyes flutter, blinking up at the ceiling. Harry was so stressed and horny that he immediately pulls you up, asking you to stand on your feet. He swiftly turns you around and bends you over his large desk, your chest skimming across the cold surface of his desk.

You giggle softly when he starts kissing at your neck, placings his hands on your back as he slips back inside of you. 

“Doing so well, pet,” He breathes out.

You hear Harry hiss as he smacks your ass, holding onto your soft hips before thrusting hard and fast. You turn your cheek and place it flat against his desk, Harry taking your arms and pinning them behind you, his left hand holding the side of your waist, your back arching as he slows down, fucking you slow and deep so you can feel every inch of him within your body. You were able to feel every ridge of his cock and you must’ve moaned his name many times, seeming like that’s the only thing you could say at the moment.

He leans against your back, his teeth grazing your earlobe with heavy breaths, whispering dirty things in your ear. 

“C’mon baby, push back on m’cock,” He mumbles, feeling you slam back instantly on his bottom half as he thrust forwards. 

“Feels good huh?” He manages to ask. 

You nod vigorously, gasping when he pulls out, feeling empty without him. He runs his hand through the waves of your hair, caressing your head softly. His forearm wraps around your waist as he pulls your body up from the desk to press against his chest. He sits down on the sofa which he carried you to before he sat you on him, pushing his length back into you, his body shuddering as he gave you open mouthed kisses on your arching back. 

“Ride m’cock, princess, tha’s it,” He whimpers in your ear and you moan softly, moving your hips in figures of eights. His chest heaves against your back as he thrusts into you. 

He turns your head to the side, grinning and biting your lip as he runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips as he watches you ride his cock. He watches you like a prey when he sees you pull your body up a little, slowing your pace teasingly. He becomes aggravated, picking up his pace again.

“Stop playing,” Harry grunts, pulling your head back so you could look at each other. His eyes are dark and he was out of breath and panting for her movement in desperation. 

“Fuck me then,” You tease, leaning closer into his face. “Know you can.” And you kiss him roughly, gazing into his eyes and he looked like he wanted to wreck you and you wouldn’t mind at all. His hands hold your waist, almost clawing on it, holding you down further until he was balls deep in you. Your chest was burning at this point, him panting hard and you almost forgot your name for a second. 

“‘m gonna fuck yeh so good,” He promises, bringing his around to palm your breast, fondling with it as his mouth latches onto your neck. “Gonna take it all?” He growls. 

“Mhm, all,” You manage to breathe out. “Please,” You whine. 

He complies with your wish by brutally thrusting up into you hard and fast which made you feel an unexplained amount of pleasure. His whole office was being echoed by the sound of your skins slapping and the wetness of your arousal dripping down both of your thighs. You arch your back, him still holding your hair as he pants against your back, moaning with his rough, raspy voice that you loved so much. You lean your head back to rest again his shoulder as he fucks you into oblivion. 

You felt your body go weak as you were on the verge of your orgasm. Harry grunts behind you, the sounds that you were making setting him off as he repeatedly hits a certain spot into you. Your body was shaking at this point and you could’ve fallen off but but he pulled you close and slowed his pace, rolling his hips up, going deeper. You manage to bring your breathing down and you close your eyes, trying to focus but you felt so dizzy from his hard movements. 

The sound of his phone starts ringing and you open your eyes to see another phone on the coffee table. Harry groans and you widen your eyes when you see him move his arm around you to grab the phone and answer it. 

He continues to thrust up into you, placing his hands back on your hips while he holds the phone between his ear and shoulder, speaking through the phone, “Wha’ is it now?” 

You wanted to protest because it didn’t seem right to fuck while he was speaking through the phone. You were already pissed with the fact that he had the nerve to even answer when you were fucking. But at the same time, he didn’t seem to care, multitasking between fucking his girlfriend and speaking to an employee on the phone. 

“Keep going baby,” He grunts, biting his lip as he watches you. His lips lift up into a smirk when he goes a little faster, the sound of your skin clapping was getting louder. He hisses, leaning forward as he runs his hand down your chest, metal rings touching your clit and making you shudder. He rubs his fingers in circular motions, picking up his pace again as he rams up into you again.You accidentally let out a loud moan but he quickly slams his hand across your mouth, making you laugh a little while he narrows his eyes at you. I mean it was his fault for answering the phone in the first place. 

“No, this isn’t a bad time,” He grunts and you rolls your eyes, “I want to know wha’ you’ve done to fix the problem. Have they agreed to signing the contract?” He manages to ask. You cry out into his hand when he taps your sensitive bud with is full hand, rubbing it as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. “Well ‘f yeh didn’t fix it then why the fuck did you call?” You slow him down, pulling yourself up until the tip of his cock was only inside and then you slam down onto him again, making him groan in surprise. 

He didn’t even care as held you down on him, letting you whine and cry out, muffled by his hand as he snaps his hips up, grunting in your ear. 

“I can’t come there right now ‘cos ‘ve got more things to worry about already an’ yeh couldn’t do one thing fo’ me,” He yells through the phone before asking you, “You gonna come baby?” Seriously, Harry, What the fuck. 

You felt your heart thumping against your chest, legs quivering, feeling the pulse of his cock inside of you, notifying you that he was close to the edge too. You just wanted him to hang up the phone because this wasn’t the right time when you were about to reach orgasm. 

You had enough of his talking, not in the mood for games as you reach behind you to grab the phone from between his ear. “He’ll call back later,” Is the only thing you say before hanging up.

Harry stares at you with disbelief because of what you just did. You pull yourself off of him, immediately feeling empty when you stand up and then sit down on your knees in front of him.“What the fuck, love? Tha’ was an important call.”

“Oh shut up,” You roll your eyes, staring at his glorious skin that was inked with art. Your hand cups his chin, making him look at you, his jaw slacking when your free hand grips his shaft and stroked your hand up and down, having a firm grip on it as you stare into his eyes. His raspberry pink lips part when your thumb runs over the tip, eliciting a moan. His green eyes look at you as if he’s helpless and at your mercy, pleading you to go faster. You grin at him, knowing that he just wants to wreck you.

His hand suddenly reaches to grab your throat, your other hand holding his wrist. Harry grins back before smacking your hand away and lifting you on top of him again, wanting to fuck you. His hand grabs the flesh of your ass, spanking it, sending a wave a pleasure up your spine. 

“Wanna be bad huh?” He chuckles, your jaw clenching in annoyance.

He pulls your face closer to his, lips touching but not moving, just gliding across each other. He makes sure to hold you down on him, gliding his forearm around you hip to keep you still, gripping his cock and lifting you a bit until his cock is back inside of you, fucking into you at a fast and hard pace. You get choked up as you moan into each other’s mouths. You close your eyes, moving your hips back to go with his rhythm.

You rock back more, his hand still on your throat, gripping it firmly. You cry out and lean your head down into the crook his neck, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You felt your orgasm approach as your body starts to shake when he took a last, deep thrust into you, you clenching around him as you reach your climax. 

“Fuck, baby,” He drags out breathlessly, pulling out of you and coming hard on your stomach. You ride out your orgasm on his thigh, Harry doing the same, thrusting hips slowly as his cum paints your stomach and core. You see him rest back against his sofa again, head leaning back as his chest heaves, breathing heavily. 

“Tha’ was so good,” He moans, making you giggle against his neck which he laughs at. You kiss his neck slowly and sensually, your hands going to his hair  to intertwine in his messy curls. 

“Feel better?” You grin as you stare at each other for a second, you pecking him on the lips.

“Mhm,” He hums, kissing you back. “But don’t hang up the call next time.” 

Your jaw is agape as you pull back, looking at him in disbelief, “You shouldn’t have answered the call in the first place!”

Harry shrugs, eyes lingering over your body. He brings his hand to your stomach, dragging his hand down your core that was covered with his cum. He lifts it up to your mouth and you part your lips to suck on his fingers. He parts his lips at the sight of you with his fingers in your mouth. 

You swirl your tongue around the tips of his fingers, licking the cum clean of his fingers and swallowing the sweet and slightly bitter taste of him. 

“’m glad you came,” He chuckles, pulling you towards him again to kiss your lips. 

“Glad I came too,” You emphasize, literally and figuratively speaking. 

He chuckles against your lips, wrapping his arms your body tightly while you straddle his waist, arms latched around his neck. 

“Now eat!” You command with a stern look. 

“Think ‘m full,” He teases and you smack his arm, blushing red. 

“Love you, angel,” He mutters against your lips, gazing into your eyes with his that were filled with love and honesty. 

“I love you too, bastard,” You both chuckle, kissing each other one last time before you lift yourself from his body to grab him the food from the table. 

At least he’s not stressed anymore. Well, for now.


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Bruise [ IV ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.8k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The frigid air blowing against your back did little to alleviate the heat brewing just under your skin, lips parted as you gulped down oxygen. A daze was overtaking your brain as your eyes fell shut and your lungs heaved, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin. His lips pressed into your barely covered chest, followed by your collarbones, making a trail of wet open mouthed kisses up your neck. It made a lazy smile flutter up on your lips, fingers reaching out to push through his hair as his palms slid along your hips, grinding you down against his lap. He leaned forward and combined his lips with your parted ones, exhaling heavily against them as his body fidgeted with a faint moan. It vibrated through you as your palms massaged his broad chest, the car filled with enough heat to begin fogging the tinted windows while you straddled his lap.

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Skyline {IV}

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4k

A/N: Guys, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all (all 900 of you [!!!!!!]) for all the kindness and support I’ve received for this story.  You guys are so great, and I love each and every one of you.  Thank you for all that you’ve done, and will hopefully continue to do, as there will be a skyline pt. 5!!!!

{part I} {part II} {part III}

Three days.  You were kept in the hospital for three days. Three days of IV’s, probing, blood pressure being taken, bad hospital beds, worse hospital food, and no access to news about whether or not Spider-Man made it out of the collapsed bank.

At first, you didn’t even remember the bank hold up.  You had woken up after passing out from a concussion and blood loss in a white hospital room, beeping all around you.  Fear had raced down your spine; was there an accident?  Why was there an IV in your arm?  What had happened?  It wasn’t until you saw the dirt covered, tear streaked face of Alex sitting in the chair next to your bed that it all came back to you.

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Walking Out During Fight~BTS Scenario

I love freaking angst, tell me if I should do a part 2 or not.

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Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“Y/n!” His voice echos through the wall, it made you jump from the spot you were at on your bed. Your hair a slight mess from against the pillow, and your eyes puffy from how tried you have been. Your job had been pushing you and pushing you leading to late nights and longs mornings.

“Yes Jin?” You call out following where his voice was, as you step into the kitchen he looks around. Dishes piled up making you tilit you head. swearing you had done them.

“What is this?” He asks pointing to the mess of the kitchen you frown as your hand reachs to run through your hair.“You have one job, one that I plead is just with you to do the dishes. Just to clean them so when I get home I can make dinner.”

“Jin, I’m sorry I swear I did. Okay I’ll do them now. Okay?” You grumble going to the sink only making him slam his hand down onto the counter

“That’s not the fucking point Y/n! I wanted them done before I got home, from a long day at the studio. Being an idol is not easy Y/n. So I can make you and I dinner. But you know your lazy ass doesn’t even kn-”

“Lazy! I’m lazy?! I work 12 hour shifts daily and the past week over time due to my company and another company joining and us being under fucking stafed. So sorry Jin, I get that being an idol is hard but it’s not the only tiring job out there!” You push past him, and walk to the door, your hand pulling shoes over your feet.

“Y/n!” He yells after you a worried look on his face.

“Nope.” You grumble opening and slamming the door walking away.


Suga

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

“No Yoongi it isn’t like you have a girlfriend.” You grumble under your breath, his head snaps to you with a raised eyebrow. He had been working in BTS comback none stop which is perfectly fine. But now that ‘Her’ is out you believed he would’ve slowed down and actually spend time at home, with you. But here he was sitting at his computer, his fingers typing away and you sitting on the couch picking your at your fingernails.

“What was that?” He grumbles making me glare as you look back at him.

“What do you think?” You snapped making him spin around in his chair and look at you.

“I’m working. You understand that, don’t you?” He pleaded with you, his eyes looking at yours as you shrugged. “Y/n, come on,you know this is important to me!”

“So happy to know where I stand.” You mumble standing up, opening the door you hear his chair fall onto the ground.

“You walk out I swear to go-”

“Isn’t like your home at all to come through with your threat. So their just like your promise, empty and full of lies.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by boo-t-s

You had been waiting for him to come home from practice, which should’ve ended an hour ago. Which ut did due to the group chat blowing up with memes and lame jokes from Jungkook and Jin. But you sunshine still has not come bounding through the door, and when he did he was sweating his hair sticking to his forehead. “Hobi where were you?” You question him, his dark eyes look at you then to the floor. His dance bag dropping to the floor as he shrugs.

“Practice,Y/n.” He mumbled his body moving past yours, your grew worried when he bumped into you and winced. “Fuck.”

“Oh honey, let me he-” he cut you off with a growl, his eyes holding a cold glare at you.

“No, I don’t need help. With my dance, or with anything. God just leave me the fuck alone.”

“I just wanted to help.” You whisper ,your head bowing making him scoff.

“Just go away god!” His eyes watch you, a cold stare making a shiver run through your body.

“Fine.” You numble turn on your heel, and walking out the door slamming it behind you.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by slapmon

Spinning around in his work chair you couldn’t help but click your tongue. He was busy with memorizing the lyrics and you thought bringing him dinner would be a nice Jester since he probably wouldn’t be coming home. But before you had grabbed you things to join him, he texted the grop cjat, with you in it and was ranting about how needed space, the boy didnt even hint at him typing and sending it to the group chat with you in it. So it was no surprise when he came into his studio his face went fom joyfuy and full of excitement do confusion and annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, when you grabbed the bag of food, a single boxof rice and some pork and tossed veggies his smile grew again. “Oh, thank you babe.” You smile at him then grab another bag.

“Change of clothes, blanket, some shampoo and bathing stuff so you don’t have to steal Suga-oppas, a few notebooks.” His eues widen as you stand up.

“Your not staying?"his question made you raise your eyebrow at him.

"Do you want me to?” His face fellll as he shook his head no. 'The why ask?“

"Because you usally do, and I was hoping you werent because I love you but Ive fel-”

“Sufficated? Trapped, yesh I know, wrong group chat by the way.” Your words made his eyes widen as he went to grab your hand.

“You wer-”

“I know, but I did.” You whisper made his step back as you push past him

“I love you.” He mumbled making a tears fall.

“Do you love being with me though.” And you walked out his studio making his heart break.

Jimin

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Jimin just stop!” You snapped as he tried to push himself to workout, his body falling to the ground. That dudnt even stop him, his eyes glare at you as he stand and starts to do it again. “You know what fine, faint for exhaustion and dehydration for all I care!”

“Can you support me for once?!” He growls stopping his body turning to you as he limped over the sorness of his muscles finally getting to him.

“Not when your destroying yourself. God Park Jimin.” You say as he stands in front of you.

“I’m not destroying myself, you’re just holding me back!” At this you turn on your heel and walk out making him go and try to chace after you onlynto fall to the ground calling for you.

V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Stop being a child!” Your voice screamed at him, his body sitting down on your shared bed. He had chosen to hide you cell phone and laptop which you needed due to a very important project you were doing in s group.

“Baby I gave them back don’t be all pissy about it.” His words made you roll your eyes as you cross your arms.

“I couldve been done with my part, and spent the rest of the night with you and actually get some sleep. But you had to be a little brat and waste all of my time!” He let’s out a laugh quickly covering it up with a cough. You scoff and turn around and walk out of the room.

“Now who’s being a child!”

“At least I know when to stop being one!” And slam with the front door echoing in his ears.

Jungkook

Originally posted by 7bboys

“Can you not be a child for once.” He snaps making you jump back,the rest of the boys looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kook she was just laughing.” Jin spoke putting a hand on your back. Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to his video game.

“Yeah, I know. It’s her trying to be cite laugh and it-”

“Shut up Jeon Jungkook.” You snap, crossing your arms, your lower lip jutting out naturally.

“See now you’re doing the stupid pouty lip thing.” He grumbled making you glare at him, he rolls his eyes at you pausing his game.

“Piss off you asshole.” You say standing ip, his eyes watching as you walk out of the dorms.



Part 2 is split up in two parts {Vocal Line} {Rap line}

Reddie and Stenbrough sleepover (Headcanons)

This was super fun and I spent a long time doing it, i love the idea and hopefully you guys do to

- most sleepovers with just reddie and stenbrough are in winter (most loser sleepovers are in winter tbh)


- The core four don’t really do much when it’s just them at sleepovers


- they just watch movies and eat take out food


- also lots of cuddling


- we all know that Richie doesn’t sleep at sleepovers already


- He also can’t whisper, his usual shouting is barley turned down as he tries to whisper his random thoughts and questions to Eddie


- Eddie, who has his face shoved into Richie’s neck and his arms around his neck, is trying so hard to shush him


- playing with Richie’s hair usually gets him to quiet down and go to sleep but sometimes he’s just got so much to say


- ‘I have a lot on my mind Eds, I thought you said getting it out helps’


- 'Not at fucking 3 am’


- Eventually Stan (who is sleeping pretty much on top of Bill who is sound asleep) can’t take Richie’s talking anymore


- 'Shut the fuck up Richie, before I start thinking of ways to end you’


- Their sleepovers usually happen at Richie’s because they know that no parents will be around


- This one time Eddie and Richie were really caught up in a conversation


- When they go to ask Bill and Stan their opinion on whatever they’re talking about they aren’t surprise really


- Bill was laying across Stan, his head on his chest as Stan cupped his face with his hands


- Eddie would describe it as 'the purest kiss he’s ever witnessed’


- however, his stupid fucking boyfriend has to go and ruin it by throwing a pillow at them


- 'Not in MY house! miss me with with that gay shit’


- 'Richie, you have a boyfriend’


- They end up playing board games a lot, especially monopoly


- once Stan didn’t talk to Bill for a while day because he bankrupted him


- 'I thought you’re meant to be good with money, Stan?’


- 'Shut the fuck up Richie, no one asked your opinion’


- Richie’s house has a sofa and a large circular chair (I want one of those chairs so bad)


- So it usually ends up with Richie and Eddie on the sofa because Richie’s an actual spider with his long limbs


- they tired the chair once but Eddie pretty much ended on top of Richie (he wouldn’t have minded but he’s literally all arms and legs by this point and can’t get comfy)


- And Stan and Bill on the chair, they curl up together and it’s super cute


- Stan complains he doesn’t have enough room but Bill is just a happy bean


- They usually get pizza but sometimes they get other food (like noodles, Bill loves his noodles)


- they usually send Richie to get the food and they take it in turns to go with him


- He usually returns with a bag of food and some skittles (they’re eddies favourites)


- 'You’re so whipped Richie’


- 'Shut it, billiam’


- they leave the next morning before Richie’s drunk mum can stagger home


- they meet up with everyone else and probably go to the Aladdin or quarry

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Accidental Flirting

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 950

Warnings: Spider-Man: Homecoming spoilers!!

Summary: You’re working at your dad’s deli shop, just like any other day after school, when a certain boy walks in and strikes up an interesting conversation with your father.

A/N: I love this so much, it was so much fun to write!! Part 2??? Yes, no, maybe so?


It was like any other day for you. After school, you dropped your books off at your apartment and grabbed a quick snack before heading down the block to the deli. Seeing as your dad was the owner, you were kind of obligated to help out there when you had free time. You didn’t mind, though, working the register wasn’t really all that bad. You were just lucky that you didn’t have to be the one actually making the sandwiches.

Today, in particular, you had completed most of your homework in study hall, so you weren’t worried about rushing home to finish it. It was still early in the afternoon, though, so the small shop was still empty. You were seated on the stool behind the counter, scrolling through your phone and keeping one earbud out so you could listen for the familiar ring of the door when a customer walked in.

After about fifteen minutes of doing this, you eventually grew extremely bored. Placing your phone down on the counter and pulling out the single earbud, you turned to your dad, who was busy stocking shelves. “Is there anything I can do? This is boring.” You complained, standing up.

Your dad shook his head slowly, chuckling, before picking up one of the cardboard boxes and shoving it towards you. “Here, chica, go help in the back. Put these away, you know where they go.”

Nodding contently with the moderately heavy box in your arms, you turned on your heel and walked into the back area of the store. Just as you entered, you heard the ding of the doorbell. Figures, as soon as you leave, a customer comes in.

Placing the box down, you began taking the packages of condiments and utensils out. From the main area, you were able to hear the conversation happening between your dad and the person. You recognized the second voice as belonging to none other than Peter Parker. He was in your grade, and you shared a few classes, but you’d never really had a solid conversation. He was a regular customer here, though.

Tuning most of it out, you quickly put the items in their respective containers. You only started listening intently when you could hear your father start speaking in Spanish.

“Ella es una mujer italiana bellísima.” You heard him say, visibly cringing at how strange the sentence sounded. Wondering who on earth he could possibly be talking about, you knew for sure it wasn’t your own mother, you stopped restocking and headed back out into the main area.

“¿Y cómo está tu hija, eh?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, but you’d made it far enough out into the room that you could see who the voice belonged to. And damn, he looked cute today. Peter was wearing a light blue sweater with a collar popping out of the top. His brown hair curled around his ears, and his dark brown eyes crinkled up at the sides as he lightly laughed.

A million thoughts were running through your head. He hadn’t even noticed you were there, he couldn’t have been talking about you. He did know that you were your father’s daughter, though, right?

Before you could tell yourself otherwise, using a sudden wave of confidence that had washed over you at the sight of how good he looked, you stepped further into view of the two of them. “Hmm, estoy bien, ¿y tú?”

The words flew out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them, but for some reason saying them aloud gave you even more confidence. You met Peter’s eyes as you said them, and watched as a deep crimson blush arose on his pale cheeks. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to respond. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but your dad came rushing over to you and gave you a stern look.

“(Y/N), don’t you have shelves to be restocking? Off you go, adiós.” He shook his head, placing his hand on your shoulder and guiding you to the back area.

“Wait, Peter didn’t answer my question!” Smirking, you squirmed out of his grasp and walked behind the counter, now even closer to the incredibly flustered boy.

He was a mumbling, incoherent mess. It gave you a funny feeling in your stomach, knowing that you made him so nervous. This was the literal smartest kid in your whole grade, and here he was, tripping over his words just because you had flirted back at him.

Peter cleared his throat, placing the sandwich and bag of candy on the register in front of you along with a ten dollar bill. You put his stuff into a plastic bag, before putting the money in the register and carefully counting out his change.

When you handed the few singles and coins back to him, your hands brushed against each other. It was only for a split second, but it was enough for both of you to now be blushing. Peter’s eyes widened, before shoving the money into the pocket of his jeans and grabbing the bag of food. He was on his way out, you watching as you bit your lip to hide a smile.

Pushing open the door, he was almost fully out of the store before he turned around and looked at you. “I’m great, actually. I mean, my crush just totally flirted with me, so of course I’m good.”

Your jaw dropped, face flushing an even brighter shade of red before the door clanged shut behind him and Peter was gone.


Part Two!!!

Slow and Steady

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1390

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing. NSFW gif toward the bottom. PWP… no plot here, just sex with Bucky.

Request Prompt: After taking things slow, Bucky decides he is finally ready to have sex with you. (Post CA:CW Cryo)

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble for my follower celebration, but it just kept getting longer and longer so it’s now a one-shot. (credit to the gif owners)

Originally posted by secretly-buckybarnes

I want you.”

Three simple words, formed into a little sentence.

You stood in front of him, heart racing and body slightly shivering. You have waited for those words to leave his lips for months.

Bucky walked slowly to you. He reached up to cup your jaw in his flesh hand, “You’ve been so patient with me,” he whispered. “Any other person would have given up on me.”

You shook your head, “I have been perfectly content to wait for as long you needed me to.” You said. “I still will wait if you want too.”

He smiled at you softly, “Oh doll, I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“What do you need me to do?” You whispered, not knowing what to do with your hands.

He slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Such a simple kiss, but it was enough to send fireworks through your body.

When he leaned away, that small smile was still there. “I know this is going to sound weird because our whole relationship has been slow,” he said, unease creeping into his voice. “But I need to take this slow too.”

You brought your arms up to wrap around his waist, “I’m ok with slow.”

His hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you into his body. “God, I love you.” He said before slanting his lips over yours again.

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arrest me (m.)

A/N: i kept coming back to this idea, so here it is… it took me forever to finish, though, literal months. this is the longest fic i’ve ever written in my entire life, oh my god.

genre: detective!au + fluffsmut

words: 7.5k

member: jeon jungkook

detective jeon just can’t seem to leave you alone.

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You groaned the second you saw him, just barely holding yourself back from throwing your head back in frustration. You’d just wanted to get coffee before class in peace—was that too much to ask?

He stopped right in front of you, a smirk already on his face. You squinted up at him and forced a strained smile onto your face.

“Detective,” you greeted, continuing on your way, hoping he wouldn’t stop you. You internally sighed when he simply walked alongside you.

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Special Delivery (S)

Pairing: Reader x Suga
Words: 4400
Genre: Smut

(Y/N) was just a regular girl, working in a restaurant and delivering food until someone started to place special orders.  

Originally posted by everydaysatanist

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