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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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🐇 - rich, stupid, dumb girl and her nerd boyfriend.

(coriolanus snow x bimbo reader)

summary: you loved your boyfriend just too much not to let him edge you in public

c.w: in public, reader is a bimbo, edging, fingering (f. recieving), oral (m. recieving), overstimulation, a bit of praising, dom coryo, at school sex, smut, nsfw, humiliation, explicit content, slightly degrading

mascara running down your eyes, lipstick kisses on his hips, abdomen and neck, your boyfriend had his hand on your head as he frowned at the pleasure and the perfect sight of having you bobbing your head on his dick.

your boyfriend was such a cute nerd, always giving you the right answers to tests that you were too stupid to answer for yourself. always kissing your lips behind the books shelves. always putting you on your knees and letting his fingers open your mouth as you looked up at him, too whiny cause he tried to get you to understand something your stupid brain couldn't bare.

you were just another stupid brain dead girl who's head was good but not in the right ways- he loved the way you eagerly sucked on his dick, getting him coated in your saliva and kissing his tip as if it was the most precious thing of your life. it was just curious to see someone so dumb using it's inteligence to reproduction purposes. of course, both of you didn't mean to reproduct, but if you were to have a son or daughter, you had to pray that he/she would be just as pretty as you- but not as inteligent.

the soft grunts he let out of his mouth were the prettiest thing you could hear. no matter how many soap operas your father made you watch, the prettiest sounds were made by his throat.

you didn't have a gag reflex. every ex boyfriend you had usually would go nuts because of it. but coryo was different.

your sweet, precious, nerdy boyfriend, was bigger than your average-sized-dick exes. you didn't care- i mean, what is a bit of gagging when his dick is hitting the back of your throat? it was delicious having the chance to taste him.

that's why you were on your knees now, under the library desk as he read (or tried) to read the books in front of him. your mouth was too eager, you seemed hungry for him, pillow plump lips with smeared lipstick engulfing all you could of his inches, every single one could fit into your throat- fuck the gag reflex. you wanted him to the brim.

your thinking was delayed by his sweet words, the sweet tone of his voice cussing you for being so good at sucking a dick but being so horrible with mathematics.

"god, you're so pretty, doll. how can you be so hungry for dick?" he asked, and you moaned against his dick, incapable of giving him any proper answers. "keep going like that, okay? once i'll cum- fuck, we'll come back to studying."

"'don't wanna" you said, muffled by his cock.

"i didn't asked if you want, baby. you will." he said, pulling you by your hair to get you away from his dick. he kissed you, lips and tongue on yours. "now, sit by my side, okay?"

and you obeyed, pouting and trying to clean the lipstick stains off your lips.

his hand went to your thigh after he put his dick back inside his clothes. "c'mon, tell me. do you know the answer to that?" he pointed to a question on the book, something about maths. your worst grades were in this one class.

"i don't." you said, pouting. "c'mon, cory! let me make you cum." you begged, cleaning off the mascara stains now. "don't be such a meanie." you said, blinking your doe eyes.

"nope. answer at least one of those." and you tried, really. but then his fingers were on your damped panties going up and down your slick and you couldn't seem to think anymore. how mean of him.

"i-i don't know, coryo- stop that, if you keep on edgin' then i won't be capable of answerin'-" you slurred, almost crying from the way he was teasing you. he knew you couldn't answer things like that. not in that state.

"c'mon, doll. you know better than that." he said, and you melted almost right away.

"i don't. i swear!" you said, feeling him pull your panties to the side so he could have a better access to you.

"well, i guess you won't be cummin' today. what a shame." he said, thrusting his fingers slowly into you, curling them inside your tight cunt.

"please don't- coryoo, let me cum, please!" you begged, awkwardly bucking against his fingers only to end up mewling into his sudden kiss.

"i kissed you just because you're too loud. you know that the library doesn't permit such lewd actions of love as to kissing."

"you're f..fingering me."

"nuh-uh, i'm trying to teach you the basics of mathematics by pushing you to an edge." he said, kissing your cheek. "but if you're not answering, then maybe i should just stop."

he threatened to pull his fingers out of you, which didn’t happen due to your relentlessly bucking to his fingers. "n-no, i'll answer it! i will!-"

"then do it." he said, his thumb on your clit. "what is the second most read book in the world?"

"d...dom quixote?" you dared, mewling into his fingers, noticing how wet you were by the sounds your pussy was making on him. he gave you a proud smile, getting quicker with his fingers and promptly taking them off you when a teacher passed close by.

he sucked on those fingers, humming about how good you tasted. "such a sweet girl, it isn't even difficult to tell that you're the sweetest in taste too." he said, adjusting your pantiesnas you breathed heavily.

he's such a meanie. spent the whole day teasing you. fingering, grinding, humping, he didn’t got quiet until he accompanied you home, and now, your hands were on the wall as he pounded into you, making sure you felt every single inch of his dick inside you.

"c-cory, you'll let me cum, right? you spent the whole day- fuck! t-teasing me, edging me!" you slurred.

he nodded, kissing your neck. "promise i'll let you, doll. just keep yourself quiet. you don't want your parents to see what a slut you are, do you?"

"n-no, i don't!" you answered, holding all your moans by biting your bottom lip.

"princess," he called you "you don't need to stop moaning. just be good and less louder okay?" you nodded as an answer. the moans you let out after that, were soft grunts, hard to be held as he kept on pounding into you, even harder when his hand found your cunt again, his index on your clit.

"st-stop, coryo. it's gettin' harder to-" another moan, this time due to how he pinched your clit. "s-stop!"

"oh you want me to?"

"n-no, but-"

"no but's. you know you want it. tell me, doll. what do you want?"

"c-cum. want to cum." you begged. "please."

"hm,, i don't really want to end it right now." his pace became quicker; his lips on your shoulder and his words on your ear.

"please. just this once." you tried again, your cunt tightening around him as he pounded slowly inside you.

it was torturing. you could feel your core clenching, his dick throbbing inside you and still he didn’t want to make you cum. he was taking you over the edge.

with that in mind for the next reason you would fight with him, you trembledand squirmed when his dick kissed your uterus just the right way- when he hit the sweetest spots in your cunt that just him knew about.

you cried your eyes out, bucking against him and letting him bury himself into you- it was just too good not to let him do it. and then you were ready to cum all of your pent-up sexual teasing over his dick, and that's what you did, letting his cock be coated with your cum and moaning as you felt his cum going directly into you. rope after rope, spurt after spurt, you were filled up completely by his cum, and he quickly adjusted your panties in the right direction, kissing your temple.

"be a doll and sleep with those hm? full." he said, tapping your ass and kissing you goodbye.

being stupid with those thoughts of yours, you quickly forgot about what he said, and he knew, somehow- because on the next day he fucked you and stuffed his seed into you, he made sure to not let anything leak when he shoved your panties into you.

"don't forget about it this time." and he kissed you again, this time, you oveyed promptly and slept with his cum inside your cunt..

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lala1267 · 10 months

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His pretty baby.

Summary: A young girl named Carmen ends up asleep in Elvis's lap in a library.

Warning: age gap.

Notes: DADDY ELVIS😫😍

Carmen. Her name was Carmen. But it was never really said out of other people's mouths. She was never really there. Although her precious caramel goldilocks hair and her marble hazel eyes made her out to be well spoken, she was just a girl that lived in the shadows of others, just a girl that found peace in the white noise. Her lininen curls, her cartoon eyes, her button nose, her frilly socks, her checkered school skirts, all cascaded or even disguised her shy personality. She was naive, innocent, and most of all, dumb. She would sit in class, squinting her eyes and tapping her pencil against the glazed wooden desk, searching every part of her brain for an answer to the thick test that blurred her vision. She would do anything that anyone would say. She would talk with the old creepy men instead of run, she would attempt to hug a tiger instead of watch it from afar, she would probably jump on thin ice instead of walk, she would attempt to walk on the tight rope instead of staying in the audience. She was that kind of girl, clueless and dumb. She could be in a very important discussion, but if a pretty butterfly flies past her, her eyes would follow like a magnet. She always had a thing where she would tend to get distracted easily. But you couldn't blame her for her childishness. She was only 17, after all.

A warm summer evening

Warm summer breeze blew through the windows and past the thin white curtains. Hot sun beams shined through the glass window and onto the living room carpet. The sound of Carmen's mother making supper could be heard. Dishes clanging, and cutlery ringing like a melody. Carmen sat perched up on the living room sofa that had scribbled lines of crayon all over it due to her siblings that were still toddlers. The sound of her siblings giggling and running around echoed throughout the busy house. The sound of the dog barking and her father making business calls were all overwhelming. But it didn't manage to pry her doll eyes from the small television that was placed opposite the couch. She looked at the white comp sequin jumpsuit ghost that danced and sang on a large stage that shined in the stage lights. Elvis Presley. Carmen's hands fiddled, and her teethe grinded as she watched the handsome man.

"Carmen! How many times do I have to tell you!? Your food is ready! No one listens to me in this goddamn house, i do everything and no one helps me....." and she goes on.

Her mother's shouting boiled Carmen's blood like a kettle but she just kept it bottled inside of her locked heart, like she did with all of her feelings.

Carmen eyes shut and opened again before she got up and made her way into the kitchen. She sat herself down at the dining table and began to eat her meal.

Friday: after school

Carmen stopped by a local library after school. She walked around the Isles, carefully examining each and every book, picking and choosing with her wandering eyes. Her checkered skirt stopped just in the middle of her thighs, extenuating her sun-kissed legs. She wore a button-up white t-shirt and a tie. Long white socks ran up until the top of her calfs. She wore a pair of white and red saddle shoes.

Her small fingers ran along the sides of the books that were neatly placed on the shelves. Her concentration was broken when a lot of voices sounded at the entrance of the library. It sounded as if a crowd of people just entered or left.

"Can you please all exit the library."

A female voice said loudly.

'Probably not for me' Carmen thought to herself. The sound of cameras flickering also echoed around the atmosphere. But the commotion was brought to a stop when the sound of the doors closing was heard. Carmen turned around to see what was going on but she saw nothing, not a single person.

"What the..."

She whispered to herself as her brows furrowed and her eyes scanned the empty library. Where did everyone go? It was like a dream but except, it wasn't. She slowly turned back around to carry on scanning the books although she was still very confused.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of a book that looked somewhat interesting, but it was on the top shelf. She was only 5,4. She let out a loud sigh as she craned her head to look all the way up to it. She went on her tiptoes and reached her small arm as far as she could, but she had no luck. She tried again. This time, she grabbed onto one of the shelves for support. Suddenly, the smell of a musky, woody, manly cologne invaded her nostrils. Her nose twitched at how strong the smell was. Just then, a large male hand grabbed the book that she wanted with ease. The fingers of the hand were decorated in big shiny rings that were each individually studded with a different kind of expensive rock. She followed the hand and turned around. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped as she saw the one and only Elvis Presley standing right in front of her. He wore a lavish silk shirt that was decorated with coulerfull patterns and black flared trousers that were studded with gleaming rhinestones. A large gold belt made itself comfy on his hips as a pair of his signature sunglasses rested on his nose bridge. The initials "E.P." were studded on the side neatly. His black velvet hair hung over his face perfectly. Carmen stood there shyly, staring up at him in awe whilst he towered over her like a building.

"I'm guessing you want this?"

He said in his deep southern drawl as he held the book up infront of her. Her words were ripped from her voice box and her brain was foggy. She couldn't talk or even process what was happening. She nodded slightly before she took the book with her trembling hand. She looked at the book before shifting her eyes back up to the unethereal man that stood infront of her. His brows furrowed and a slight grin formed on his plump lips.

"I thought I rented out this place, what are you still doing here?"

His eyes stared straight into hers. She managed to form some words from the dephs of her soul.

"I dunno."

She said quietly as her shoulders shrugged. She brought her hand up to her mouth. She began to bite her nails.

"You don't talk much do ya."

Elvis said. His smile quickly disappeared when he noticed her chewing her nails. He brought his hand up to hers and slowly pulled it away from her mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't bite ya nails, it ain't good for a lil girl like yourself."

He said as he rubbed her small hand with his thumb. He looked down at her hand and then back up at her.

"You don't have to be shy baby, I ain't gonna bite."

He said reassuringly as he looked into her bambi eyes. She just stood there, trying to not ruin her only time of meeting Elvis.

"Why aren't ya out playin' with your freinds or something?"

He asked as his hand was still wrapped around hers.

"I-i like reading."

She said quietly.

"Well, you must be Intellegent then."

He said with a smile on his face. If only he knew how wrong he was. She was the polar opposite of intelligent, she was anything but intelligent. She let out a slight giggle at his comment.

"What's so funny, doll?"

He asks with a grin on his face. Carmen looked up to him.

"I'm not intelligent."

She says, this was followed by a round of giggles. Elvis smiled and chuckled slightly aswell.

"You're cute."

He says, still chuckling slightly. His hand was still latched onto hers.

"What's your name honey?"

He asked. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear before answering his question.

"Carmen"

She said quietly. Elvis smiled as his eyebrows raised.

"I ain't never heard that name before, but it's nice. It suits ya."

He says. Carmen smiled and blushed at his comment.

"You blushin' already, if anything I should be blushin', you are the pretty one!"

Elvis says as he laughed. Carmen giggled along with him. She was so cute.

"Why don't ya come and sit down with me? I wouldn't want you to be alone now."

Carmen's heart suddenly pounded faster against her ribcage as she scavangered for her words.

"Oh, uhm, s-sure."

She said quietly. A large smile formed on Elvis's face as if he had achieved something. He gripped her small hand before escorting her to a seating area that was in the corner of the library. She sat down on a chair as he sat down next to her. She placed her book on the glazed wooden desk that was in front of them. She looked up into his glimmering eyes as he looked down at hers. They talked and talked until eventually Carmen became comfortable with him. The more she listened to his calming southern voice, the more she fell in love with him. She was laughing like a child and talking like there was no tomorrow. Elvis looked down at her small body, which was inches away from him. He looked back up at her.

"Why don't ya take a seat on my lap? It's more comfortable."

He said with his signature smile. Carmen looked at his lap and then back up at him. She smiled.

"Sure."

She said happily before she climbed into his lap. He held onto her thigh with one of his hands. He wrapped one of his arms around her body so that he could hold his book.

"Ya comfy baby?"

He asked as he looked into her eyes. She nodded with a wide grin. He looked back down at the book and opened it whilst still keeping Carmen cosy on his lap. He began to read outloud, and he read to Carmen. She smiled as she listened to his soothing voice. His voice was music to her ears. She looked at his hand, which turned the page occasionally. She loved his large rings that decorated his long fingers. He had large veins running through his hand. She slowly felt her eyelids begin to close, and she tried her best to keep them open. His voice was putting her to sleep. His cologne, his warmth, his voice, his touch, was all too pleasant for little Carmen. Her body gradually leaned onto Elvis until she was sound asleep, resting her head on his chest. Elvis chuckled slightly before placing the book down and wrapping his arms around her. He stroked her body and played with her golden hair. The start of a true love affair.

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blackjackmagi83 · 2 years

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You Are My Heaven (2) - Before You Go

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader

Summary: Spending sweet last moments with Bucky before his deployment date.

Note: The song - So, I apologize in advance for the amount of gifs/images I may add to my stories. I know some may seem misplaced at times but I'm a very visual person and go off based on images I find for these stories so I hope it helps you see what I've envisioned :)

This one was so hard for me to write, I really struggled on the direction I wanted to go in (except the end) and my range of vocab isn't the best which doesn't help so I hope you all like it 😩

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"Can you believe it's already June? Just yesterday it felt like the start of the new year! Are you heading out Y/N?"

Your shift at the library had finished sometime ago but you decided to finish some leftover work before clocking out. It was peaceful there, even during busy hours when books were constantly getting checked out, returned or had to be organized back to their shelf.

"Yeah I probably should've left a long time ago, you know how my brother gets when I'm not home at the usual time."

Your coworker nodded, ignoring their previous conversation for a moment, "How's he doing? Is he nervous about tomorrow? I heard training is brutal."

"Oh - I'm honestly not sure how he feels. If he is nervous he doesn't show it. I really have to run though, I'll see you Monday. Have a good weekend." You waved as you walked out the glass doors, just wanting to leave before the subject was brought up more.

The dreaded day you felt that was so far away had arrived before your eyes. Tomorrow every man that volunteered for the war would head out to training and not long after, the battlefield. Losing your brother to the army was hard enough but now you were going to lose the one man that made that impossible love feel so much closer.

James 'Bucky' Barnes. The devil in disguise, too charming for anyone's good. A simple smile could melt you like a popsicle out in the sun and he knew it damn well too. Using any weakness he could spot to get the upper hand. Whether it was to get you to blush or to make your body hot and touch starved, he knew exactly how to get it out of you.

The evening breeze felt good against your skin. The clouds had begun turning purple and pink with the orange hue from the sun. It was a sight you would never grow tired of, sometimes painting it if you had spare time after work. Maybe today would be one of those days.

You had been coming down the street when you spotted Bucky. He was standing outside your door, casually resting against the porch railing, as he spoke to someone. Once you got closer your eyes focused on the other person in the doorway, your brother.

Please don't give him a black eye please please please.

You tried your best to hide your silent begging as you rushed your way up the driveway. Your eyes landed on Bucky first, showcasing his award winning smile as his attention turned towards you, "Welcome home doll."

There it was again, that devilish charm that instantly makes you turn three shades red. Your brother on the other hand, wasn't all that amused.

"Yeah welcome home sis, like to tell me something?" His arms were crossed against his chest, his jaw was tense with clear annoyance and his eyebrows were raised in question.

You stepped between the two of them, shielding Bucky from any possible attacks, "Hmm nope. Is there something I should be telling you? Like what I want for dinner cause if that's the case-."

Bucky chuckled behind you earning a glare from your brother, "Don't try changing the subject and stop playing innocent with me. I'm not dumb Y/N."

Playing innocent was one of your many talents but not when fingers were riding up the back of your thigh. Your breath hitches, feeling his hand pinch your butt playfully, nearly smacking it away out of instinct but decided to grip the sneaky hand instead. You didn’t want your brother to notice, "I never said you were. Now is there an ending to this little game we're playing right now cause I'd very much like to get changed, it's been a long day."

"Need help?" Bucky mumbled behind you, interlocking your hands.

Your brother did a double take, no longer leaning against the door but standing to his full height of 6'4, “What’d you just say asshole?”

Now you’ve done it Bucky..The Army will teach you to hold your tongue at least.

You moved your hands to your brother's chest in attempts to avoid any physical altercation, “Why don’t you go take a breather Thomas. I’m starving, can you make me something while I escort my-” you paused trying to find the right words.

“Boyfriend.”

“Brother”

The two of you spoke at the same time, overlapping each other. The term undoubtedly gave you butterflies, not expecting him to say it so casually as if he had said it multiple times. It had been almost a year since meeting at the bar but the two of you never discussed titles during your time together. You just knew you always wanted to be near him and felt like he did too, that’s all that mattered to you.

"Brother?" The two jinxed.

“Yeah! He’s Maria’s brother. She had forgotten something here when she was over the other day, remember? I told you that she would stop by later today to come grab it. She must be stuck at work still and sent him instead, hence why he's here. Right Bucky?”

Bucky gave a sarcastic smirk and nodded, “Yup, big brother to save the day. Y/N here is like a little sister to me so you got nothing to worry about big guy.”

Your brother gave a questioning stare, unsure whether he believed the two of you or not, “I've known Maria almost as long as you Y/N, so why haven't I met you sooner then Bucky ?"

Bucky’s smirk twitched at the emphasis of his name but remained the same, "I spent some time traveling. Wanted to do some sightseeing before I enlisted."

Your brother’s jaw tensed further as he stared at him, Bucky’s eyes never faltering from your brother’s. He was oddly very good at stare offs. Your brother’s arms relaxed to his sides at the lack of effect he had on his opponent but his fists remained closed, a finger pointing towards Bucky, "Touch her and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

You let out a breath of relief as your brother turned and went back inside the house. You reached in and quietly closed the door before taking a seat on the porch swing. You felt like you had been holding your breath the whole time, your stomach was beginning to hurt from the bottled up anxiety.

Bucky sat beside you, resting his arm behind your shoulders, “Brother huh?”

Your head falls against him, inviting him to press you closer into his side, “Don’t start. It was the first thing I could come up with that I knew he’d believe. I really didn’t want him to give out another black eye.”

“Yeah I'm too pretty for that."

You shove an elbow in his side as he let out a hearty laugh, "For one second can you try not to be so cocky?"

"I could but do I want to? No." Bucky turned his head towards you, a serious expression on his face, "You think you'll ever tell him about us? He's going to put two and two together. If he doesn’t find out then your mom sure will. I’ve seen her peeking out the window a few times I've dropped you off."

You sighed, "She probably already suspects something going on but my brother is definitely getting suspicious. But it doesn’t matter anyway. There won't be anything to tell after tomorrow. You both are going to get on that bus and - well you know already."

"Hey don't say that. We’ll make it work, I mean it. I’m not going anywhere Y/N, especially not after dealing with me for this long.” He planted a kiss along the side of your head, “You’re stuck with me.”

You wanted to argue against it, knowing long distance rarely worked out. You could only imagine how much harder it’d be during a war. Bucky seemed to want to keep your relationship strong though. You had to at least try as long as he did. Hope only lasted so long though.

“So what did you come here for anyway?”

He kissed you sweetly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek after he pulled away, “I can’t stop by just to see my girlfriend after work?”

“I’m certainly not complaining but I think I've known you long enough now to know when you want something.” You kissed the palm of his hand, letting your lips linger for a moment before letting his hand fall into your lap.

He raised his hands in mini surrender, “Alright you got me. So, you know the Stark Expo happening tonight?” You nodded, playing with his hand out of habit, “I thought we could go with Maria and a buddy of mine tonight. A little night out all together before the big day tomorrow.”

You hated how easily he could talk about it while it made you internally cringe and want to mute it out. Maybe it was his only way of masking the pain and fear he felt about it. Did he regret it? No, you knew he wanted to fight no matter the consequences but maybe he was wishing he had met you sooner and changed his mind, even if it was only for a second.

You gulped down the pain that jolted to your heart, giving a soft smile, “Sounds like fun, when will you pick me up?”

Bucky stood up from his spot on the bench, following him towards the porch stairs, “I told Steve we’d be there by 8 so I’ll come by around 7:30. Should give us enough time to catch the bus and get there with minutes to spare.”

You still held onto his hand, silently refusing to let it go. The warmth of it gave you comfort, you weren't ready to let go just yet, “Alright, I suppose I’ll see you then.”

Bucky nodded awkwardly, almost shyly as he reluctantly pulled his hand from yours, shoving them into his jean pockets, “Yeah I guess so.” He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before going to turn away.

“Bucky?”, He was still at an arm's reach when you called out his name.

He turned back towards you, his head tilting slightly in question, “Hmm?”

You grab the opening flaps of his jacket, roughly pulling him towards you, nearly making him fall into you, “You didn’t think I’d let you leave without a real kiss?”

Your eyes dropped to his lips for a moment, watching him teasingly drag his teeth along his bottom lip as his typical smirk grew before averting your eyes back to his. You knew this look drove him over the edge. He knew he was the only one who made you turn into a flirty mess whenever you were with him.

His hands wrapped around your waist, his nails digging into your sides as he presses you against his chest. A weakness of your own he loved to toy with on a regular basis. His lips lingered above yours teasingly, feeling his breath fan your face.

You pushed your lips forward but Bucky pulled his back enough to where you couldn’t reach his, “God you’re really a dick sometimes Bucky Barnes.”

“Oh but you love it doll.” His voice had deepened, sending tingles to your belly. How he made you swoon was on a whole other planet.

You yanked at his jacket again, impatiently pressing your lips hard against his, feeling the corners of his lips raise in triumph. The kiss was full of hunger and need, your arms moving around his neck, desperate to be as close as you could possibly get. Moments like these you could just pull him inside and have your way with each other on the floor for all you cared for. Something you had yet to experience.

“I really gotta go doll.” Bucky mumbled against your lips as he pushed against your hips forcing you back enough to look up at him.

You childishly pouted but nodded, “I’ll see you tonight.” Bucky left another kiss on your cheek before turning and leaving this time.

You watched his figure walk away, catching his eye once more before disappearing around the corner.

You will be the death of me James Barnes.

"Why, you look nice Y/N. Going out with Maria tonight?" Your mother complimented, joining you at the hallway mirror.

She helped smooth out your dress as you put your earrings in, "Thanks mom and yeah I'm going out with her and a few other friends to the Stark Expo."

"Is that Bucky guy going?" Your brother grumbled, leaning against the archway watching you through the mirror.

Your mother's brows raised at the unfamiliar name, a mischievous smile soon appearing, "Who's Bucky? Is that the boy who drops you off after work sometimes?"

“Maybe.” You didn’t have a chance to come up with a better response due to a light knocking coming from the door, distracting everyone from the conversation.

Speak of the devil.

You swatted your mother's hands away from fixing your hair, pulling open the front door harder than you meant to. Bucky stood casually resting against the railing like he'd done earlier that day but was dressed in his uniform instead of his usual jeans and button down shirt.

His eyes skimmed you up and down in approval as you did the same, "Right on time."

He took your hand in his, pulling you out the doorway and wrapping an arm around your waist, "Of course, I could never be late picking up my girl."

His little nicknames still gave you flutters as if it was the first time hearing them.

"So this must be Bucky." A voice broke each other's gaze, your mother stood in the doorway with a knowing smile upon her face. She 100% knew that her suspicions were right.

Bucky politely shook your mother's outstretched hand, "Yes ma'am. I've had the great pleasure of dating your daughter for the last year."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at the sudden confession. It was something you hadn’t expected but should’ve after this afternoon's conversation. Still, it was completely out of the blue. How do you respond to that?

Words tried to come out but all that came out was stutters of nonsense. All you could do was hide your face in his shoulder, too nervous to see everyone's reaction. Bucky’s wrapped arm rubbed against your back in comfort, helping some of the nerves to go away. You didn’t like confrontation, especially when you knew your family was involved.

Your brother was already behind your mother, ready to pounce whenever the opportunity opened up, “I knew it! Come here you little shit, I’ll wipe that stupid smirk right off your face.”

“Do it and I swear I will beat you far worse than your drill sergeants will. Try me Thomas, see how far that foot steps outside this door.” Your mother raised her hand as an added effect. Your brother getting the message finally walked away, muttering insults under his breath as he walked back into the living room.

“Now that that's taken care of, I expect details from you young lady but I’ll let you two scurry off before you’re late. Have fun and be safe please.”

Bucky held you closer against him protectively, “I promise, she’s in good hands Mrs. Y/L/N. I’ll make sure she’s returned in one piece.”

Your mother gave another knowing smile, “Yes, I see that.”

The Stark Expo was nothing you’ve ever seen before. Fireworks were launched all around outside, lighting the sky with sparks of different colors while inside held a multitude of different and new inventions. The science lover within you was trying to contain all the excitement that was dying to come out.

“The future is truly going to be incredible.” You mumble to yourself, taking in your surroundings.

“Only because you’re in it.”, Bucky whispered something to himself besides you but when you turned to ask him about what he had said he wasn’t looking at you, his focus on a display next to him.

“So Maria, do you have any hobbies?”

Steve Rogers wasn’t exactly what you had expected. He was short and a bit scrawny for a man of his age but he made it up with his politeness. He reminded you of yourself a bit. Very shy and awkward but with a good heart. You could see why Bucky was so fond of him. Maria wasn’t bothered by his lack of height or muscle, happily conversing with him.

Maria shook her head, her eyes connecting with Steve’s blue eyes. They were nearly as bright as Bucky’s but more gray rather than the deep blue Bucky’s had, “Unfortunately no I have to admit. Never been much of a reader or artist. I’m quite simple really.”

Steve nodded, quietly listening to Maria talk as they walked besides each other along with the two of you. You were glad everyone was getting along, it made the evening much more pleasant. Not that that was a concern to you. You just wanted everyone to have a good time.

The group of you were slowly making your way towards the back of the building where Howard Stark had his demonstration set up. The stage lights had begun to illuminate and the crowd grew loud with chatter, “Oh look, it's starting! Come on Bucky you’re so slow!”

Bucky let out a chuckle at your childish fussing, letting you drag him through rows of the crowd till you got to a decent spot close to the stage. Howard Stark presented his take on a flying car, wowing the crowd as it lifted off the ground for a few moments before the thrusters blew out and slammed back onto the stage.

“I did say a few years, didn't I?”

The three of you were too focused on the demonstration to see that Steve had disappeared until it was over, “Hey where did Steve go?”

Bucky had an idea of where he'd be but Maria gripped his arm before he could get too far, “I’ll take care of it Bucky, stay with Y/N. Just tell me where he would be?”

“The recruitment building. He’s been trying to enlist for years but keeps getting turned down due to his health.” Bucky said it without hesitation, shaking his head slightly and biting his tongue in frustration.

Maria gave an understanding nod, “He mentioned something about his struggle with enlisting. Should’ve taken a guess he’d try while we were here. Well, I’ll take care of him. You two go, enjoy yourselves. There’s only so much time left.”

You said your goodbyes, watching her push through the crowd as her words echoed in your head.

There’s only so much time left.

You gripped Bucky’s hand tighter and buried your face against his side, turning his attention back to you. Your anxiety was worse than you had thought. You couldn’t clear your head from the painful thoughts, “Is this too much for you? Do you want to get out of here?”

You took a moment to respond, going over your decision in your head till you were sure, nodding your head against his uniform, “Yes but I don’t want to go home yet.”

Bucky rubbed his thumb against your knuckles, the sensation sending tingles up your arms, “Ok, where do you want to go? The night is still young. We could go-”

You cut him off, lifting your head off of him and locking your eyes with his, “James, take me home please.”

He understood at that point. You wanted to spend the last waking hours in his arms while you still could. You wanted that last bit of time to memorize every part of him from the way his hands felt against your skin to the way he kissed you. Sometimes he kissed you sweetly, so gently your lips barely touched while other times he kissed you with need as if you would disappear right in front of him. I guess there is some truth to that because it was going to happen.

The bus ride to his apartment was quiet, soothing almost. The sway of the bus reminded you of being on a boat. The sway of the ocean would lull you to sleep every time. Your head was in its usual spot against Bucky’s shoulder as the two of you played with the others hand and glanced at each other from the corner of your eyes catching glimpses of his infectious smile.

The bus slowed as the next stop approached, stopping in front of the familiar beaten down brick building. The two of you thanked the bus driver as you hopped off, Bucky still holding onto your hand. He pulled you up the many flights of stairs till he stopped at apartment 503, the place he calls home. The door creaked open, revealing the near empty apartment. Everything had been boxed up in preparation for tomorrow. It was probably already leased out to another client, soon to erase any memory that was once there.

Bucky didn't waste any time, locking the door behind him and throwing the keys on the kitchen counter before scooping you in his arms bridal style. He held you possessively against his chest but he had the most precious smile on his face. One full of anticipation but also full of love.

"Always one for romantics."

His smile only grew, "Only for you doll. Only for you."

He kicked the bedroom door closed behind him before throwing you playfully on the bed. Your heart was still racing since you had left the expo. The thought of what was to come made your mind race more than you could keep up with. The one experience the two of you had been waiting for was finally here. All the time waiting for the right moment was going to be worth it and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him.

You watched as he threw off his hat and clumsily tripped over his own feet trying to pull his boots off, “Easy tiger, I don’t need you breaking an ankle.”, You got off the bed, letting him balance against you as he pulled the other shoe off.

“We both know you don’t need both ankles to perform.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment, lightly smacking his chest, “Always so full of yourself you goofball.”

The two of you shared a light hearted laugh as you stood in the center of the room, enjoying each other’s embrace. You felt the tears welling as your thoughts pushed forward though. It was getting harder to hold your emotions back.

Bucky’s smile faltered as he took notice of your reddening eyes and held you tighter, “If I had known that I was going to meet you, maybe things would’ve been different.”

You returned to his gaze, feeling a few rogue tears slip out, “We know that’s not true. Regardless of when you met me, you would still be fighting in this war and I respect that decision. I just sometimes wish we had more time.”

“Me too.”

You pulled his lips back to yours, moving your hands down to his neck till they reached his belt, unbuckling it in one quick move, satisfied with the sound of the buckle hitting against the wooden floor. You needed him and you needed him now. You couldn’t let your thoughts hold you back from this moment any longer.

Your fingers twiddled with the metal buttons next while he pulled off your sweater and untied the back of your dress. His lips peppered your neck with kisses as he slid the dress from your shoulders letting it pool at your feet. You managed to pull his jacket off but see another row of buttons standing in your way.

“It’s not fair. Your clothes are far more complicated than mine.” You lowly growled with sexual frustration as your fingers worked on the stupid circular pieces of ivory, “God, screw it.”

You were far too impatient to painstakingly open every single button and decided to pull at the small opening you had managed to unbutton instead. Your ears drowned out the clicking sound of the buttons hitting every surface in the room, too absorbed at the sight of his bare chest. It wasn’t a new sight but it sent a rush of desire through you every single time still.

Bucky laughed in disbelief, taking in the mess of buttons around him, “You owe me a new shirt.”

“Is that an order sergeant?” You whisper, running your hands along his chest before sneaking a finger down the center of his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten beneath your touch.

Your eyes caught the darkening of his eyes, holding his gaze as you undid the button to his trousers, your teeth nipping at your lower lip. Without hesitation he picked you up forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips, laying between your legs once your back hit the bed again. Your nails lightly dragged against the bare skin of his back, feeling every muscle tense and twitch beneath. You knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Be careful Y/N or you’ll really be in trouble.” His voice was deep, practically rumbling in his chest as desire and need fill every crevice.

Your mind was too busy trying not to turn to pure mush that you didn’t notice his hands moving to the inside of your thighs, dragging their way up making you gasp under your breath, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

"Then marry me." Bucky mumbled against your neck, his grip loosening and becoming more gentle, caressing you.

Your breath caught in your throat again. It took a moment to process what he had said. Your hands slid from his back to his shoulders, pushing against them to be able to look at his face. There was no amusement written on his face. He was completely serious.

"What'd you just say?"

His hand raised, showcasing a ring between his thumb and pointer finger, “I said marry me.”

It was a simple ring. The golden band shown against the city’s street lamps that slipped through the curtains, a square diamond sitting neatly in the middle. It was so beautiful, you couldn’t stop looking at it. You wanted it on your finger but you were speechless and paralyzed still.

Bucky pulled you to sit up in his lap, resting his forehead against yours, "Y/N, you have given me some of the greatest moments of my life in the time we've spent together and I want to keep making more after this whole mess is over with. I want to come home to your gorgeous smile and see how your face lights up every time you see me. I want it all with you."

You couldn’t hold back the tears you’ve been fighting so hard to contain anymore, "Yes. A thousand times yes."

You weren't thinking of tomorrow or the next coming months, maybe even years but you were his and he was yours. You were going to hold onto the thought of walking down the aisle and seeing him stand there waiting for you in awe. You were determined to hold onto that hope now.

You felt the coolness of the metal of the ring wrap around your finger as the words slipped out of your mouth, "I love you."

You held his face in your hands as he smothered yours in kisses. You felt his hands slide up your back, stopping once he reached your bra clasp, “Say it again.”

The air was cold against your bare chest as the material slipped off, it sent goosebumps across your skin, “I love you.”

His lips moved back to yours, gentle and delicate. He wanted to take it slower, more passionately. The last garments separating your bodies from each other came off, exposing your bodies fully to the other.

His gaze was full of love and warmth, “You are so beautiful Y/N. Has anyone told you that?”

Your thumb affectionately rubbed the coarse stubble growing back along his chin, “Only you.”

Your bodies merged into one that night. Grasping each other desperately, sharing hard breathes and sloppy kisses. Bucky held you against him afterwards, tangled in his sheets and covered in sweat. Your hand rested against his chest, his other hand holding onto yours, his thumb rubbing against the diamond tenderly.

“Make sure you come back to me, Bucky.”

“I will. I promise.”

Part 3

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louisbunny · 1 year

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Lista de one’s p/2 💒

Dumb girl

Yeah, i called you

My brother’s best friends

Uncles doll

AFTER AWAY FROM HOME

The bar.

Come on england

Little freak

Queenteex, latex, i'm your wonder maid • ULTRAVIOLENCE 🔗 book smut

Night driver

Beg for it

Vampire’s nest

At the library

Do you want him, honey? 1

Harry’s bum

Mine, three p1

Siblings love

Mine, three p2

My soldier

Family.

Daddy’s pleasure

Best man’s girl

Soccer player

Be quiet, Hazza

I'm watching you baby 3

Suprise 2

Tomlinson 28

Harry’s pacifier

Juice

Up all night

Hallow's Eve ~ l.s

Don’t you want me, dad(dy)? :(

Doc doc

And when i sleep, i'm gonna dream of how you tasted.

You got that something, i got me an appetite

A aposta

Rockstar

Watermelon farm

Who do You Belong To?

Payment

Don’t you wanna try?

(eu adiciono mais com o tempo ❕

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sonicenvy · 2 months

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Rating the events of today (2/25/24)

Top:

The adorable girl scouts selling cookies outside of the door of my workplace who accepted zelle for their cookies.

The following thin mint euphoria.

The kickass family brunch that dad made for everyone (Mom, himself, me, sister, brother, and sister's BF). There was cinnamon french toast y'all.

Coworker (ES) gently and caringly kicking my butt for being dumb and overthinking my school problems.

Got BOTH of Caitlin Doughty's books from floor three (the nonfiction section of our library) today because they were both on shelf. (Smoke Gets in Your Eyes AND From Here to Eternity) stoked to read those!

Ok:

The kids were ok today. Nobody was causing trouble which is nice. Didn't get to see any of my favorite kids today, which :(.

Group project meeting went OK. I definitely feel better about the project.

Finished my project that was due tonight (but turned it in 30 mins late)

bad:

the headache that I woke up with from being up until 2:30 AM after my sister's birthday party last night. I popped 3 ibuprofen and it still didn't go away. fuck those crappy night's sleep headaches so hard actually.

the ag doll that was waiting for me today at work that had VASELINE on her face and in her eye. WHY?????????????????

#in conclusion fuck headaches and fuck adhd gremlin brain hate that for me #otoh my professor who sent me a message about how I completely missed the point on one of my last projects graded the project #and she passed me on it anyways so that's pretty cool of her I would say #personal bs #one day i will get sleep. maybe when I'm dead. today sure as fuck isn't that mythical day though RIP

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random2908 · 1 year

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Tagged by @theothin

Last song: I don’t listen to a ton of music most of the time because it feels bad with my migraines. But I went to a singing circle a week ago and one or two of the shorter, more repetitive songs from there have been stuck in my head on and off. Also we sang the Elk Herds song with all the harmonies, even though there were only four of us left in the circle by that point in the evening, so that was great.

Last show/currently watching: Last shows were Wednesday, Is it Cake?, and Russian Doll season 2, which I feel is a perfect snapshot of my preferred tv-watching habits--two spec-fic dark comedies and a dumb cooking competition. (Left to my own devices I’d say the ratio would probably be the opposite, but I was watching Russian Doll with people, and in fact I’ve watched little enough tv in the past several years since starting my last job that what I watch with other people on Saturday evening movie/tv nights is enough to skew my statistics.) Currently I’m finishing up the shows that I was partway through with friends, but now won’t be continuing with them because I’ve moved away: Spy x Family and The Patient. Next at the top of my watch list are “Glass Onion” (which is admittedly a movie not a show) and Stranger Things Season 4. After that I’ll have to go to my lists and think a bit about what I want to watch, but maybe Sandman (even though I wasn’t too into the books 20 years ago), or His Dark Materials (ditto), or Good Omens (ditto again, just replace 20 years with 15; you can see why I haven’t watched these shows yet even though everyone else has). Or maybe I’ll be asking for recommendations.

Currently reading: My tumblr dash. Uh. A smattering of fanfic. The last book I read was two months ago and it was The Last Graduate (Scholomance book 2). Next book in the queue, when I get to my destination and establish myself as a patron at my new local library is The Golden Enclaves (Scholomance book 3), which I am looking forward to. After that, my best friend and I have decided to do the first Mistborn book as a book-club book, because both of us want to try out Sanderson. She because she was obsessed with WoT as a kid, and ended up reading the entire series as it came out; Sanderson wrote the last three books after Robert Jordan died, so she’s very curious what she’ll think of his own works. Me because Sanderson is my sister-in-law’s favorite author and I feel like I should make some attempt at bonding with her? After that the next two books I intend to read are Memories of Empire, and Beloved (by Toni Morrison) as my book club book with my best friend, because it’s one of her favorites to re-read and we meant to do a book club on it last summer but ended up just being too busy. Anyway, some years I read 2 books a month and some years I read maybe 3 books the whole year, so I don’t know how long it’ll take to get through this list.

Current obsession: Insofar as I even do obsessions, idk, Wednesday I guess. The Locked Tomb, still. A friend who lives 15 minutes away from my new home is obsessed with Scholomance so maybe he’ll get me obsessed with it; notwithstanding that I was patient zero for tlt fandom among the people I know, generally I don’t get obsessed with anything without feedback from people around me who are also into it. (My dad, my best friend, and a handful of my other irl friends are all into Wednesday.)

Tagging whoever wants, which I know is a cheat but I don’t want to put pressure and I’m sure I’ll find anyone’s answers interesting.

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threepointseven · 2 years

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A bimbo s/o

Type-HC’s 🌷 (modern highschool au!)

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche x fem!reader, diluc x fem!reader, xiao x fem!reader

Note🍀= im experimenting with modern au’s rn hehehe, also i forgot how nice it is to write stuff you actually wanna write <333 this is also super self indulgent btw because idk my friend called me a bimbo the other day and i had to search up what it was, idk why ppl think its an insult who doesnt wanna be called the equivalent to karen smith??🤨

A himbo boyfriend

Genshin masterlist

Xiao

- So confused. So so confused..

- He’s a really studious person. He scores 100% in almost all subjects and his knowledge is impeccable, so how surprising do you think it is when you see the dude thats famous in your school for being an absolute drag and always getting gold medals in academic competitions dating the girl who literally fails 3 subjects each semester..?

- He doesnt think its funny or worrying hes just lost.

- Your pretty, pink, and dumb. Thats your thing but he cant help but force you to study-

“….love, what is this?”

“Hm? Math and science? Yeah what about it?”

“How did you get an F on both of them..”

- he loves you to pieces but your gonna need some hella tutoring from this guy

- He will not admit it but he finds it sort of cute watching you get all dolled up for literal tutoring and crying halfway through cause your nail polish is chipped

- It always cheers him up for some reason, watching you be as carefree as you want, not worrying about grades at all

“Xiaooooo!!!! Can you do my math homework?” You bat you pretty eyelashes and pout at your boyfriend thats currently studying. “Do it yourself.” “I need to get my nails done though!”

You dramatically sigh and you frown, twirling your hair while staring at him with your doe eyes. “.. fine.” (He was gonna do it anyways-)

- If anyone calls you dumb he’ll beat them up <3

- There was this one time where a group of girls commented on how you were always dressed up and how idiotic you are and he ruined their life(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Diluc

- Worried, confused, sick of it.

- Every time you do something dumb he just facepalms and sighs loudly. He’s strict and very smart, a teacher favorite if you must. He’s apart of a well known very wealthy family, everyone expected diluc to go out with an elegant and serious woman, but nope!

- He chose the girl that forgets how to pronounce numbers sometimes!

- He finds you so adorable and he loves you more than anything in the world but sometimes it worries him when he sees you so oblivious to everything around you.

- If he finds you too annoying he’ll give you a stack of cash and tell you to go shopping or something !!!

- From anyones perspective it literally looks like he’s your sugar daddy-

- Despite how he is hes so soft for you, even more since your so goddamn oblivious and gullible. It lights a fire in him and he becomes extra possessive whenever someone is around you, even more than xiao tbh-

- Your dumb and he doesnt exactly care but he cant help but feel so defeated when he hears you ask dumbass questions

“DILUCC!!!!! THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION!!”

“Hm? Yes? Whats wrong dear?”

“WHATS A TRIANGLE?”

- he stares at you like 🙁

- Dont get me wrong he’ll answer every question you ask him. He actually becomes way more studious and pays more attention to class because he knows you wont. So whenever you ask him a question regarding class or a subject he’ll know straight away and answer you!

- Its so cute—you can catch him in the library going through books and writing down notes on a separate notebook so he can give it to you

Scaramouche

- hes so sick of your shit—sweetie he adores you, your the only person he genuinely loves but he is so done with your shit.

- He’s a very intimidating person, especially in school. He competitive, aggressive and has this violent aura to him. No one really approaches him, so it was surprising even to him when he fell head over heels inlove with the dumbest girl in the entire school. He’s super reserved to everyone who isnt you

- The guy acts so annoyed when you ask stupid questions or complain about your hair and or outfits, but he actually really likes it-

- He feels so smart and superior whenever you ask him a question regarding school and he’ll ignore you for a day if he catches you asking anyone else about the homework

- He teases you and picks on you about how stupid you are but if it genuinely hurts your feelings he’ll stop and shout at himself in the mirror for the rest of the day 😆

- He knows your beautiful and it angers him so much when random creeps think they can take advantage of you simply cause your not as smart, he beats them up immediately btw <3

- If anyone is bothering you or saying your dumb he’ll tear into them. Physically and mentally— only he’s allowed to tell you you’re a dumbass

- All jokes aside he genuinely cares about if you pass your grade or not and tries his best to tutor you. He knows you wont listen to class so he has a separate notebook filled with notes specifically for you to understand, he’ll brush it off as backup notes but he really spent all night making sure he worded calculus in the simplest way possible for you.

- He’s also extremely possessive, hand is always around your waist, or if hes around people he dislikes, like childe and or signora he’ll be extra touchy, he has some kind of thought in the back of his mind that childe would definitely try to flirt with you if he was gone, and tbh he would probably manage to succeed since your so oblivious

“Scara! Its an emergency!” Your heels clack on the marble floor and your boyfriend drops his pen and immediately stares at you in slight worry. Your terrified face worries him as you writhe

“Huh?! Whats wrong?” He stays on chair, raising an eyebrow as you race to him on the verge of tears.

“M-my nails broke! And they were so expensive too!!!” You cling to him on the verge of tears as he stared into space blankly.

“Ugh.. i’ll give you some money to fix them tomorrow… just sit on my lap and be quiet for a second— you scared me..” he muttered the last part as he pulled you onto his lap, deadpanning at your broken pink nail.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao x aether #xiao x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc x traveler #diluc x reader

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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 2 years

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Also another thot maybe he offers her

Special tutoring , beacuse you know he's such an amazing teacher and wants to see all his students succeed. So they sometimes meet up at the local cafe. Other times study sessions in the library. Where it's lil past closing, and reader has been such a tease all day . Bending down in her short mini skirt trying to grab a book. Wearing a crop top that rides up every time shes reaching a book on a rather high shelf. Hugging him out of excitement when he praises her for getting an answer right.

Complementing him on how smart he is and what an amazing person he is for taking time out of his day to help a silly girl with "basic" math. That out of all her professors he's her favorite. When the last person finally leaves the library he just can't help himself and has his way with here up against The stacks.

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+)

(Part 3)

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine

Non-Magic AU Summary: literally what is requested. Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE), cunnilingus, sir kink to papi/daddy kink, slight bimbofication, praise kink, kinda scent kink, unprotected sex Word Count: 2999 (noo! just one off!) Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts or his imagination Author Note: This was a highly requested part and I tried to add everything that people wanted, and if there were any that I missed out, I’ll be making more parts (if you’d like) and add the things you want in there. I do wanna apologise for how long I have taken to post this part, I’ve been having to go from place to place a lot recently and just haven’t had to time to get the writing this.

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Part 2 Reader POV) >(Part 3)< (Part 4)

(I do not own this gif)

Bruno POV

I’ve been tutoring her for a couple of weeks now, and fuck man, I don’t know how long I can keep this up. Every day, she would come into the library all dolled up and with a huge smile on her face. She would praise me for how smart I am and degrade herself on how dumb she was. For every tricky question she gets right, she would pull me into a hug, screaming ‘thank you!’.

This girl will be the death of me.

Today was no different. She walks in, bag over her shoulder, wearing a flowy mini skirt, pulled up to her waist and a crop top that barely covers the bottom of her breast.

And that damn smile!

“Hello, Mr Madrigal!” her bright, cheery voice says from across the library.

“Hello, Cariño”.

Her smile only grew brighter with the nickname I started calling her.

“You have your textbook this time?” I asked as she placed her bag around the side of the table and she sat down next to me.

“Yep, I didn’t forget this time!” she pulled out the textbook and placed it on the table.

“Good girl”.

Over the past couple of weeks, I had noticed how much she liked to be praised, so I began to praise her regularly, just to watch her face flush. This time was no different. A light pink dusted her cheeks at what I called her.

The library would close in a couple of hours, but this is the time she preferred to have these sessions.

“Same thing as last time?”

She nodded and flipped to the page in the textbook we were on the other day. I scan my eyes down the page, choosing the appropriate question I think she will be able to get through. I quickly write them out in her workbook before handing them to her. She quickly made a start to the questions.

While she worked on the questions, I just watched her. Who knows how long will get to have her this close. I looked at her plush lips, and how she nibbled on her bottom one.

I want to kiss her so badly.

I then turned my gaze to her exposed legs. Her hand she wasn’t using to write with was squished between them. It was an innocent act, but as always, my mind decided to wander.

I wish it was my hand between her thighs, fuck, the things I wish I could do to her. I’d move my hand higher and higher up her inner thigh, stopping just at her underwear, just to tease her. I’d then-

“I finished,” She pushed the book in my direction.

I quickly turn towards her book, hoping she didn’t catch me staring at her legs.

“Let me take a look”.

I skim over her answers and worked out to see that she had gotten them all correct.

“Very good, all correct”.

“Really?! Yes!” She cheers, grabbing onto my arm, all giddy.

I love it when she gets all excited.

“You ready for some hard questions?” I asked.

She nodded while letting my arm go.

I flip to a later page in the textbook and selected a trickier question for her to try out. I slid the book back over to her.

"You think you can manage that?" I asked.

She nodded.

I could visibly see her struggle on these questions a lot more than the previous ones, but I didn’t want to intervene unless she directly asked for help.

After about 5 minutes, she sat back up straight in her chair.

“I finished!” she said.

I take the book from her and look over her answer.

“How did I do?” she asked.

“You messed up a little with the calculation, so you didn’t quite get the right answer,” I explained.

Her entire face dropped.

“It’s okay though, I can help you with it,” I tried to reassure her.

“No, it’s not! Your time is getting wasted because of some dumb girl who can’t even do basic maths!”

“You’re not some dumb girl, don’t say that about yourself, okay. And besides, that’s what I’m here for, to help you”.

She looked up at me with sad eyes.

“Here, let me guide you through another one”.

I find another difficult one and take her through all the working out.

“Woah, you are so smart, sir!” she praised.

“You think too highly of me,” I say, trying not to blush.

“Uh, do you have the other textbook with you?” I asked, trying to redirect to attention away from me.

“Yep!”

She stood up a bit to lean over the desk to grab the textbook from her bag and fuck.

I could see right up her skirt. She’s wearing black lace underwear.

The colour in my face disappears and all the blood in my body goes straight to my dick.

She's doing this shit on purpose.

She sat back down on her seat and I couldn't even look at her. The colour must have returned to my face because she turned towards me, confused.

"Are you okay, Mr Madrigal? You're looking a bit red there," she asked.

I tried to push my chair in as much as possible to try to hide the tent in my pants.

Fuck, I'm starting to sweat.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me".

How I am still alive, I could never say.

⌛

“The library’s closing now,” the librarian shooed the other student out of the library.

I turn to Y/N as she was about to start packing up.

“We’re not quite finished yet, I could close up after we’re done”.

She stops her movement and turns to look at me confused.

“Okay, just make sure to leave before 10,” the older lady said, leaving the library with the rest of the people.

The library was empty.

I’ve got you now.

“Sir, we've been here for two hours, what are you-”

“You’re really testing my patience, Cariño, you know that,” I stood up from my chair, towering over her.

“W-what?”

She stood up from her chair too.

“Oh, you know. Coming in here every day with your short skirts and crop tops,” I trap her by placing my hands on the desk behind her.

I heard her breath begin to stutter as she looked away from my intense gaze.

“You’re just gonna act like none of this was intentional. You know exactly what you’re doing”.

I step a little closer to her, leaning down a little to get right up to her face.

“You’ve gone a bit quiet, what happened to that loud, bright girl that was here a second ago?”

I lift her chin up a bit with my index finger to look at me.

“Go on, mi Vida, say something, use that pretty mouth of yours,”

She opened her mouth slightly, but nothing came out.

“Aww, has my little girl gone dumb?”

A slight whimper escapes from her lips.

“Come on, baby, I know you can do it, tell me why you’ve been acting like such a little slut”.

Her legs began to buckle under her.

“F-for-”

“Speak properly,” I almost demanded, pushing myself against her.

“For you!”

A satisfied grin found its way on my face.

My perfect girl.

“And why’s that?” I egged her on.

She let out a high-pitched whine.

“I can’t give you what you want until you tell me”.

“I-i…want…” she paused.

“What do you want, mi Vida?”

“I w-want you”.

That was all I needed to hear.

I lunge at her and capture her lips in mine.

I finally get to feel her soft plump lips.

We almost move in sync but it is clear that I was in control. I move my hand from the table to her back, pulling closer towards me than she already was, if that was even possible. Her hands slowly make their way up to my neck and one manages to travel to my hair.

I released my lips from hers and started kissing my way down the side of her face to her neck. I search around for a bit until I find the spot that causes her to whimper, right under her jawline. She gasped a little as I began to suck.

"Do you like that, baby?"

"Y-yes, sir," she moaned.

I felt my dick throbbing in my pants at the sounds she was making for me. I suck hard on her skin, causing it to turn an angry red.

I bring myself back up to her lips, giving her a quick little kiss before dropping to my knees.

“What are yo-” she could hardly finish her sentence when I rubbing her thighs, giving them sweet, short kisses.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Use your words, Cariño”.

“Yes,” her voice was soft and drawn out.

I travel my kisses to her inner thigh and start to go higher. I lightly push her back against the table some more for her to lean on it. As I grab the bottom of her skirt to pull it up, I look back up at her, waiting for some other form of consent. She gives me a slight nod. I push her skirt up to reveal her black, lacy underwear I saw previously. I give her a delicate kiss on her most sensitive part. This sent a shiver up her body. I slowly glide my fingers up her legs, hooking them around her underwear before tugging at them.

Fuck.

Right in front of me was her dripping wet opening that I had been thinking about for months now.

Just as gorgeous as I could have ever imagined.

I could already smell the heaven that was her cunt. I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her right leg and positioned it over my shoulder before diving in. I lick one long strip up her slit, earning a quiet whimper from her. She tasted absolutely divine. I began to lap up all the succulent fluids, wanting nothing more than to drown in it. I moved my focus from her wet opening to her clit and this had sent her off the rails. She let out a loud whine as she grabbed onto my hair and pushed me further into her.

“Oh my god, sir, ff-uck!”

The beautiful sounds she made for me drove me crazy. I brought my tongue back down to her opening, coating the inside with my saliva.

I brought my fingers up to her hole as I sucked on her little bud. I start by rubbing closer to her urethra before pushing my ridged fingers into her. Her slick mixed with my saliva made it that much easier to do so. I quickly added a second finger, thrusting them both deep inside her. I rub against the inner walls of her before directing my attention on the rougher part of her walls, behind her clit.

“Mhmm! I’m gonna cum!” she cried.

This only motivated me to move faster. I felt as her legs began to tremble around me but nothing could stop me from reaching my goal. Her orgasm came like a crashing wave. Her legs shook violently causing her to push the table back with her a bit, but I never detached my mouth. I kept sucking to ride out her orgasm for as long as I could. I felt as her essence dripped down my chin to my neck. When she had stopped shaking, I reluctantly pull away from her clit and lick up the rest of her juices. I use my finger to scoop up the excess that had ran down my chin before licking it off my fingers.

As I stood up, I saw how mind fucked I had made her.

“You were so good for me, mi Vida,” I said, bringing her in for a sweet kiss.

“But we’re not done yet”.

I lift her up off her feet and place her on the table. I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She brought her hand up to my shoulders as I gently lowered her down against the desk. I unbuckle my belt and pull down my trousers along with my underwear. My leaking cock sprung out from my underwear. The look on her face spoke volumes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I teased, smirking.

“So big!”

I chuckle a little at her reaction before getting serious.

“Now, if this is not what you want, you need to tell me, I don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want, do you want to continue?”

She nodded slightly but that wasn’t good enough.

“Use your words, mi Vida”.

“I want it,” she whispered.

The smirk returned to my lips.

“Oh yeah, well what is it that you want?”

“Y-yo-”

“Talk properly, use your big girl words”.

“Your cock,” her eyes were big and pleading.

Fuck, she is adorable.

“Aww, does my little girl want papi’s cock?”

She nodded.

“Are you sure you can handle it, darling? You went all dumb after my tongue, you really think you can handle my cock?”

“Please sir! I want papi’s cock, please!” she cried.

“Alright, alright, but I don’t want to hear any complaints!”

A big grin found its way on her face as I positioned myself at her entrance.

“You ready?”

She nodded eagerly. As I slowly pushed myself in, she took in a huge breath. I kept going until I had the rest of my cock inside.

“So full, papi!”

“Is that right, baby? You want me to start moving?”

“Mhm!” she whined.

A chuckle a little before pulling out slowly before thrusting it back in. Rocking my hips back and forth, her moans filled the empty library.

“So sensitive for me”.

I grab her thighs, pulling her in closer to me. My thrusts grow faster, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. I bring my up to her face before pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. As I pull away, I place my thumb against her lips before I put it in her mouth.

“Suck”.

And like the good girl she is, she sucked like her life depended on it. I feel her spit coat my entire thumb and slip out of her mouth a little. I pull my thumb out making a string of saliva connect from my thumb to her lips. I brought my thumb down to her clit and started rubbing. She tosses her head back and dribbles down her chin a little.

“Aww, look at my little girl, drooling down her chin, is papi fucking you dumb?”

She can’t even speak, her eyes were rolling back as I rocked my hips harder into hot, wet insides.

“Are you gonna cum?”

She could barely even nod at this point. How I had not cum myself at this point is honestly a surprise.

I felt as her inner wall began to pulse around me and her leg began to shake.

“That’s right baby, come for daddy”.

“Papi!” she almost screamed as she came for the second time now.

As she came down from her high, I kept thrusting in at the same speed and rubbing at her bundle of nerves. She tried pushing me away with her weak hands, but I just kept going.

“Too much!”

“But darling, I haven’t cum yet,” I teased.

She let out a high pitch cry but didn’t stop me. I pick her up and move her around to lean against the near by bookshelf, her facing toward it with me behind her. I reposition my cock back into her and grab her left leg to hold her up. She held onto the bookshelves in front of her, trying to to collapse. She was drooling uncontrollably at this point and it was such a sight to see.

“Have you gone dumb on me, Cariño?”

She made no effort to say anything back, just leaned her head against me shoulder. I dive my face into her neck and bite at her sensitive area. With each thrust, a tired noise escapes her throat.

“You are doing so good, darling! you’re my good girl, aren’t you!” I praised her.

I began to get more sloppy with my thrusts as I was nearing my climax.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m almost done”.

I reach around to stimulate her clit again, making her whimper louder. I feel her grow tighter around me again, knowing she was just as close as I was.

“Come on, cum with daddy,” I kiss up her earlobe.

And with that, she let go and came on my dick. I didn’t even think about pulling out. I released all my seed in her.

We were both out of breath, her more than me, but I manage to pick her up and carry her back to her chair.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Did I hurt you?” I asked worried as she was still in that fucked out state.

A small laugh escapes her lips, before she looked back up at me. Before I could even get and answer, she pulled me into a lazy hug.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I smile before wrapping my arms around her.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” I say, standing up.

She pouts a little.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I don’t want to go home, I wanna stay with you,” she whined.

I can’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“How about I take you home with me then,” I offered.

Her face immediately lights up.

“Yes please!”

I chuckle a little before grabbing her hand.

“Come on then, pack your stuff up and we can go, I’ll get you all nice and cleaned up at home” I say.

I help her stand before she starts putting everything back in her bag. I take her hand again and walk out of the library, locking it up before heading towards my car.

If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

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talk shit, get hit (2)

genre: high school delinquent!au

featuring: delinquent!jaehyun + female!reader

word count: 3,401

a/n: pt.1 can be found here. also please check out @chipsandwaffles for the corresponding parts to the jjh arc.

There is nothing more you hate than making eye contact that brings unnecessary attention, and right now you want to bury yourself underground when you spot the arrogant student council secretary glaring at you from across the hallway. You try to hurriedly grab your things from your locker, but fail to avoid him and wince when you hear his low voice by your ear.

“Scared of me, new transfer? Been avoiding me for almost a week now.”

Closing your locker, you take a deep breath and plaster the politest smile you can muster on your face while pressing down the urge to punch his doll-like features to a pulp.

“Never thought I’d see the day when an arrogant ass like you would show concern over a transfer like myself,” you deadpan. “Amazing.”

“I’m warning you,” Taeyong begins slowly, crossing his arms as he leans against your locker. “Stay away from Jaehyun.”

“Why should I listen or even believe you, Mister Secretary, when you were the one looking to pick a fight with him that other time?”

“Just looking out for a newbie. You’re only going to get hurt and I don’t want to see you getting hurt because of him.”

You scoff at his logic. “Who are you, my mom?”

“Consider me your guardian angel.”

“Gross.”

“Don’t forget what I said, Y/N!” he adds after you turn away and start to walk to your next class. “Stay away from Jaehyun!”

“I wish I could stay away from him,” you mutter, “I’m not even the one to initiate conver—”

“Alligator!”

The outburst is inevitable, and you fix a glare at the bumbling delinquent.

“Stop calling me that, you dumb Jeffrey!”

Jaehyun grins and swings an arm around your shoulder when he approaches, prompting a look of disgust from you immediately.

“Hands off before I chop them off.”

“No weapons allowed on school property,” he says haughtily, having the audacity to squeeze your shoulder playfully. “Although I suppose you dish out enough damage on your own with those snapping alligator jaws of yours.”

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you hit him with the book in your hands. A burst of laughter erupts from your throat when he hits his head against the row of lockers behind you.

“That,” Jaehyun winces, rubbing the back of his head. “That really hurt.”

“Did it? I hope it did.”

“It kinda feels sticky back here.”

Eyes widening, you let go of the book and it drops to the floor. The clatter echoes across the hallway and students cast their curious gazes when you order him to bend down, patting his head gently and parting his blond locks to find the wound.

“Just kidding,” he smirks, glancing up at you with a mischievous smile. “Just wondering whether you’d laugh or actually take me seriously when I say I’m in pain.”

“Not funny!” you yell, tears welling up in your eyes at his prank. “I really thought I hurt you!”

Noting your change in demeanor, he stands back upright with your book in hand.

“Hey, I… I’m sorry for messing with you.”

You swipe at your face, refusing to look at him. “Go away.”

“I’m sorry, I… Can you accept my apology?”

“No.”

“Please don’t be mad,” Jaehyun whispers, catching you by surprise at the softness of his tone. “I was an idiot and went too far, I’m sorry.”

Goodness, he means it.

“Fine,” you reply, sniffling while taking your book back from him. “But if you pull this dirty shit again, I’m… I’m going to dye your hair black.”

“What the fuck, you have no right to do that without my consent.”

“I’m pretty sure your blond hair is against school regulations either way.”

Jaehyun snorts at the truth in your reasoning. “Tell that to Doyoung when his head is basically an orange set on fire.”

The name Doyoung striking a bell, you reach into your pocket and take out the business card he had given you.

“Blazing orange gave me this when I saw him in the library.”

“Oh?” He takes the card and rolls his eyes at seeing the words “No Double J Allowed” in between Doyoung’s title and email printed in italics and bold lettering.

“Isn’t he a friendly guy?”

“The friendliest,” you chime in, frowning at how condescending he had been in assuming you had known who he was when you had arrived at this school not long ago. “Makes you feel welcome at the first meeting.”

“Right?”

“Right.”

Exchanging a glance, loud bursts of shared laughter echo across the halls and you try to not stare at the dimple flashing on his cheek when he smiled.

If he weren’t a delinquent I’d totally ask to kiss him and his cute dimple.

“You’re funny, Alligator,” Jaehyun continues, still laughing while walking with you up to the third floor. “If you were less snappy I might actually consider us friends.”

“Ew, gross. I’m not going to be friends with a delinquent who likes to pick fights.”

“That was one time, and it only happened because he called me out when I hadn’t done anything.”

“Liar,” you hiss, “You’ve probably picked fights with people in the library, too. Otherwise it wouldn’t be the pitiful case that it is now—empty and void of people altogether.”

“You... You’re one of those library nerds who practically live there, aren’t you?”

“S-So what,” you stammer, ready to hit him with your book again. “You got a… You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” he says slowly, holding his hands up in defense. “I personally love reading.

“And that’s your stop, so I will catch you later, Alligator.”

“Aren’t you coming?” you frown, “There’s going to be a test this upcoming Friday.”

“To Chemistry? No thanks.”

You cross your arms in displeasure. “Ditching? Again?”

He simply smiles and all nagging fades the moment your eyes rest on his dimpled cheek.

God, I need to stop staring at that sinful dimple.

—

Weekend. To stay in or go out is always the question you ask yourself, the deciding factor that dictates how to spend the Saturday. Staying in today meant Sunday would be homework day, going out vice versa. Probably should’ve done all your homework on Friday so you had your weekend completely free to do whatever the hell you wanted, but who did all their homework on Fridays?

No one.

“Y/N?”

You pull your earbuds out from your ears and gulp at seeing the other half of Double J staring back at you. Having only spoken to Johnny once, it’d be a lie to say you weren’t scared of him in comparison to his yappy counterpart.

Quickening your pace, you don’t get very far when you feel the hand on your shoulder.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” Johnny asks, tilting his head in confusion when you turn around to face him.

“Uh… Um…sure?”

“I’m not that scary, am I?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “You’re a delinquent like Jaehyun.”

“We’re not bad people,” Johnny laughs. “We just have our own ways of showing our individuality.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where are you going?” he continues. “It’s quite a nice day out.”

“Just… walking around,” you shrug, tightening your hold on the pink tote bag hanging off your left shoulder. “Maybe going to read in the park.”

The look of subtle disgust from him at your plans curdles your stomach and you want to punch him in the face.

“Bye, Johnny.”

“You know,” he starts slowly. “I think Jaehyun likes someone. He talks about a snappy alligator all the time.”

An eyebrow quirks up and you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“Cut the crap, delinquent number one. No way he likes me when he’s always calling me a snappy thing.”

“Oh, so it’s you? He never gives me a name whenever I ask him to tell me more.”

Lips forming to a pout, your fingers ball into fists.

“Did you... Did you just trick me?”

Now it is Johnny’s turn to shrug. “I didn’t trick you. I just mentioned that Jaehyun likes someone and you then implicitly told me it was you.”

“You totally just tricked me.”

“I need to go get something from the store before meeting up with Jaehyun, want to come with?”

“No. Bye Johnny.”

Ignoring his calls of your name, you whirl around and pace down the street in anger, not realizing it when you bump into the figure walking out of the bakery on the left. An exasperated sigh follows the two chocolate croissants that drop out of their paper bag and onto the ground.

“I’m sorry,” you blubber, “I didn’t see—”

The complaining voice sounding extremely familiar, you look up and couldn’t believe your luck when you make eye contact with none other than Jung Jaehyun.

“You…”

“What?” Jaehyun grumbles, already knowing what you wanted to ask. “Just say it.”

“Did you…” You squint, confirming it’s him in the blue denim jacket despite his newly darkened hair. “What happened to your hair?”

“Dyed it back to its original color,” he answers, eyebrows arched at your observation. “You got a problem with me having black hair?”

“No. You look… less annoying with black hair.”

“Great. Then you’ll have no problem buying me new croissants to replace the ones I dropped.”

You try shaking him off at the mention of buying him croissants, but it is to no avail when he grabs your arm and drags you back into the bakery. And just your luck that they had every other pastry but croissants, evident by Jaehyun openly pouting at the empty rack where the croissants are supposed to be.

“You owe me,” he complains with his arms crossed. “It’s your fault I dropped my croissants!”

“Not my fault you didn’t hold onto them,” you retort stubbornly, perfectly aware that it was indeed your fault since you had bumped into him first. “You’re saying you can’t even hold onto two chocolate croissants without dropping them?”

The glares prickling, you eventually huff and take out your wallet, telling him you’d buy him something in return to make up for his loss. He nods haughtily and you internally cry at the four slices of chocolate cheesecake he had chosen in place of the lost croissants.

“I hate you,” you mutter when you finally leave after also paying for a loaf of banana bread for yourself. “You purposely chose something more expensive.”

“Love you too, babe,” Jaehyun grins as he digs in, eyes closing while savoring the rich cheesecake. “I’ve never tried cheesecake from here and can confirm it’s as good as they recommend it to be.”

“You’re a pig, Jeffrey. The biggest pig.”

“A cute pig,” he reiterates, voice muffled while going for another slice, peeling off the plastic wrapped around it and sighing in content after the initial bite. “I can probably make a cheesecake that’s equally as good, if not better.”

“You bake?”

“I’m good at cooking.”

He holds out the bag of pastries your way. “Want one?”

You shake your head. “Baking and cooking are not the same thing.”

“Close enough. Where’re you going?”

“I’m going to the park. To read.”

You brace yourself for the shade but it never came.

“Oh, that’s nice,” he nods, throwing away the plastic into the trashcan on his right. “What book are you reading?”

“One of Agatha Christie’s mystery novels. Also, I would’ve yelled at you if you had thrown your trash on the ground, you dumb Jeffrey.”

“Littering is bad. And I’m not a dumb Jeffrey.”

“You and Johnny,” you mutter as the park entrance comes to view. “Two of the same.”

“Hey, quick question before I meet Johnny?”

"Shoot.”

“Can I have a date with you?”

His words catch you by surprise and you freeze.

“What?”

“A date,” Jaehyun repeats, unfazed. “I want to go on a date with you.”

“I don’t even like—”

“For lunch, you snappy thing. We can eat up at the rooftop; it’s quite a view.”

You pause, feeling strangely dissatisfied.

“Oh.”

“Monday,” he continues. “I’ll meet you in front of the library before your History class.”

“Why the library of all places?”

“You’re probably in there reading during your free periods, aren’t you?”

Eyes narrowing, you tell him to not be late before turning around and dismissing him to go meet his fellow delinquent, resisting the urge to smile at the thought of a lunch date the following Monday.

—

“We meet again.”

You pull away and close your book. “Go away, I saw you once on the weekend already.”

Johnny sits down next to you and you scoot further away, prompting an amused grin.

“You’re just like her.”

“Who’s this ‘her’?”

“A transfer like you,” he answers. “Doesn’t seem to like me that much but I think she’s warming up to me.”

“That’s…” What was the right word? “Interesting.”

“I should introduce you to her sometime.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m sure her hands are full having to deal with you on the daily.”

“And yours are probably always on the move trying to hit Jaehyun when he says something that you don’t agree with.”

Before you can shoot a barbed retort in response, buzzing emits from Johnny’s jacket and he takes out his phone, bidding you a quick goodbye when he turns to leave the library to go pick someone up after trying to talk to you in the school library.

“Thank god, he’s gone,” you sigh, resuming your reading. “Should’ve just waited outside and left to pick up whoever it is instead of coming here to talk to me.”

After two more chapters, you didn’t realize you had already reached the end and look at the clock. Somehow an hour had passed, marking the end of your lunch period. It’d be a lie to say you weren’t disappointed at Jaehyun’s no show.

“Why did I get my hopes up and think he’d actually show up?”

“Should I wait outside instead of coming in to pick you up, Alligator?”

“You’re late,” you snap, covering your face with the book you were reading when you hear Jaehyun’s voice. “Where were you?”

“Sorry, I…” Jaehyun wheezes. “I was showing a friend a place to sleep.”

“Did you run down here?” you ask, noticing beads of sweat trickling down his brow.

“Yeah. Didn’t think… it’d take that long but it did.”

You get up and return the book back to its rightful place on the shelf. That lunch date wasn’t happening after all.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs at your silence. “How… How about we meet up after your class?”

“It’s an hour long,” you say bluntly. “Do you actually have the patience to wait an hour for me?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

The conviction in his voice undeniable, you nod and allow him to take your books for you as he walks you to your next class.

—

You thought your day couldn’t get any worse until you’re assigned to be Taeyong’s partner for the upcoming group PowerPoint presentation in your History class.

The glares are obvious. You didn’t see it, but you can feel the prickling feeling of bitterness directed your way when the announcement is made. To call it unease is an understatement when people started shuffling to sit with their partners and Taeyong comes over to sit next to you at your table.

Fear. The cold sweat never seemed to stop when at least half of the class was female and they’re looking at you like you had kicked their puppies or something.

“You’re not listening.”

“What?” you blurt out, meeting Taeyong’s amused glance.

“I asked if you’d like to focus our PowerPoint on punishments. We can compare and contrast past and current forms of it and go from there.”

“Sure,” you nod. “That sounds fine.”

“Then come with me to the student council room?” he asks when the class is dismissed after five minutes of discussion.

“What?”

“The student council room,” Taeyong repeats. “There are computers in there we can use to start our presentation.”

“I… Sorry, I’m meeting up with Jaehyun after class.”

The look in his eyes is unreadable. “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“I think I can be the judge of whether I should stay away from him or not,” you tell him pointedly. “I’m the one who’s friends with him, not you.”

“He’s not worth it,” Taeyong mutters while packing up his things. “Text me when you want to meet up to start the PowerPoint then.”

“Text, I don’t—”

At seeing the series of numbers scrawled in pen on your handout, you sigh and only sink further into your seat before pulling yourself together to start packing your things. Half the class already out, you scramble to avoid the bitter aura around the classroom but the foot by the door says otherwise.

“I’m not interested in Taeyong,” you assert automatically. “He’s just a classmate.”

The girl standing by the doorway snorts in disbelief. “Everyone says that at first and then they make a move on him when they think no one’s onto them.”

“He’s just a classmate, I don’t—”

“Only a classmate??” one of her groupies shrieks. “Taeyong is the most handsome guy in our school! And he’s interested in you! A transfer!”

The leader shoots her a glare and turns back to you. “Look, if you make a move on Taeyong, we’re going to know and make your life a living hell.”

“Okay, so can I leave now?”

“You better not do anything weird!” she yells one last time before she let you pass. “Trust me, we’ll know if you do!”

You turn down the hall, rolling your eyes at such immaturity. What were they, children fighting over a toy? You feel bad for Taeyong; as arrogant as he was when you had first met him, he was a regular human, certainly not some sort of commodity to be fought over. It must be terrible to feel like you’re only an object for others to admire rather than your own person.

Only when you’re halfway down the hallway of the second floor did you realize you hadn’t seen Jaehyun since your class ended, especially when he was the one who had offered to meet up with you after you were done.

“Stupid Jeffrey,” you mutter. “Left me hanging again—”

“Will you two stop arguing like a bunch of children?”

The outburst startling you out of your thoughts, you inch curiously towards the crowd forming by the elevator, in awe at the girl standing in between Johnny and Doyoung. Recognizing her as the girl who had received Doyoung’s business card in the library, you remember Johnny had mentioned a transfer who was starting to warm up to him.

But what has you more surprised—and even angry—is the delinquent standing in the corner watching everything unfold with the biggest smirk on his face while fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

What the fuck?

“You guys are the dumbest and your feud is so stupid!” the girl yells before pushing her way out of the crowd, bumping into you along the way. You think about to telling her off for bumping into you but disregard it. She clearly looked pissed off at the whole ordeal and seemed like she needed some time to cool down.

“This is all your fault,” Doyoung hisses at Johnny. “She’s mad at me now because of you.”

“I should be saying that,” Johnny retorts. “We just became friends and now she’s going to unfriend me because you were such a petty prickly pincushion.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Wow, alliteration. As if I’ve never heard that before.”

“It does sound stupid,” you mutter under your breath as they continue their bickering, one eye fixed on Jaehyun the spectator.

Don’t get involved, stupid Jeffrey. This isn’t your fight and I know you’re better than that.

Johnny crosses his arms, glaring at Doyoung. The latter does the same and you bury your face in your hands when Jaehyun suddenly steps into the fray, one ringed finger jabbing into Doyoung’s chest as his voice drips with defiance against the whims of the student council president.

You were utterly disappointed at ever thinking there was more to Jung Jaehyun, even more so disappointed that Taeyong was right in saying Jaehyun wasn’t as good of a person as you had thought.

#jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct #jaehyun

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meltwonu · 3 years

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✦ 👻 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ TURN OFF THE LIGHT✧

this chapter pairing; incubus!soonyoung x reader

genre&warnings; incubus!au, incubus!hoshi, dom!hoshi, dacryphilia[crying kink], dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, restraints, tentacles, inexperienced reader, mirrors, PWP.

notes; WHEW hello ch 2 of MMS2! 😮‍💨😮‍💨 Ngl, I’ve forgotten how intense it is to post a fic everyday for 13 days and we’re only on day two HAHAHA 😭💕 We got this tho!! ✨ I did imagine spider soonyoung for this chapter so... 🤤 Also, some of these chapters are going to be queued to post because I do have to go into work some days next week but the chapters won’t have the usual *queued post underneath the notes section 😅 I didn’t want to add it to the little notes/info section this time ☠️ BUT ANYWAY, thank you so much for the support on ch 1 and enjoy ch 2! See you all tomorrow my loves~ 😘 👻 🦇

word count; ~2500

chapters; 1 - 2 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

midnight under moonlight;

chills down your spine, fear in your eyes.

feelin' malicious, heard you like it vicious

all your dirty wishes, we were made to do it.

c’mon, are you curious enough to taste it?

‘She’s just shy, don’t tease her so much! She won’t know what to do!’

‘I don’t think this is gonna work out… You’re just so… inexperienced.’

You let out a soft sigh as you look at the summoning circle you’d made on your apartment floor - jaw clenched as you side glance the Book of Spells sitting by your thigh.

It was a cliché move to try to summon an incubus on Halloween night and even worse that you’d checked the book out from the local library with an embarrassed smile on your face.

But now, you knew it hadn’t even worked, even after the fifth time you’d recited the spell.

“This is so dumb… Why did I think an incubus could teach me anything anyway…” Mumbling, you move to get up from your place on the floor - only to notice the silver haired male sitting on your sofa watching you with a grin.

“Jeez, took you long enough to notice I was here. After the third one, I thought we’d have some unwanted company.”

“W--what--who are you!?”

Your first reaction is to immediately scramble from your position as you paste your back to the nearest wall; eyes as wide as saucers as he uncrosses his legs and leans back against your sofa cushions.

A black and white suit - mismatched in pattern as he sighed softly.

“The name’s Soonyoung, doll. And I think I’m here to answer your prayers~ After all, you did summon the best incubus hell has to offer!”

“Don’t---don’t get cute with me, you weirdo! How the fuck did you get into my apartment!?” You peer around for a weapon just in case he tried anything, but the loud laughter that spills from his lips only has you furrowing your brows as you watch him stand.

“How else? You summoned me, doll.” He slides his suit jacket off to reveal a plain black button up and you can’t help the way you let out a tiny moan when he steps into your personal space. “Unless you want me to go? I do have a full schedule lined up tonight and, well, y’know, other clients to assess.”

You bite your bottom lip as he stares at you - crimson eyes making your legs feel like jello as you whimper.

“W-what are you doing to m-me? Why do I feel so… hot all o-over…”

“Do you know anything about incubus? Or were you thinking this was going to be a fun science project, huh, doll?” Soonyoung tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear as you let out a shaky breath; eyes threatening to shut at the arousal that washes over your body the closer he steps towards you.

“I just--I don’t k-know… I thought you--you could help m-me…”

“Help you with what, exactly? I can’t do anything unless you tell me~” His chest presses against your own as you feel a rush of wetness pool in your panties; the sudden urge to let this silver haired, crimson-eyed stranger do anything to you overtaking your thoughts.

“I--e-everyone always thinks I’m--I’m inexperienced but I…” Your cheeks feel hot as you bite the inside of your cheek - too embarrassed to say more even though the grin on Soonyoung’s face already tells you that he knows everything. “...I w-want it rough… I just—want to be a-satisfied… the way I want.”

“Oh? Tell me more, doll~”

You gulp loudly as he looms over you; his aura making you feel weak.

“I t-thought if I--I summoned someone t-that knew… things, I--that they c-could teach me… And m-make me feel good…”

He hums in response, taking in your words as you quietly whine and whimper.

“P-please… Don’t--don’t leave me like t-this…”

“So you summoned me here so that I could fulfill your desires, huh? Everyone thinks you’re shy and inexperienced but the truth is that you wanna be treated like a good ‘lil cockslut, right?”

His words go straight to your core as you let out a cry - hands finding purchase on his warm chest as he smirks.

Bingo.

“You like to play coy and give everyone this idea that you don’t know much about sex… But the truth of the matter is that you dream about your cute ‘lil cunt being spread open by a thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you cum, right? All your past lovers didn’t give you what you wanted though - it was always too vanilla for you to cum. You wanted to be treated like a good little slut while they used your pussy like a cum dumpster but they didn’t give it to you. So now, you want me to do it, right? Use your cunt to my liking while I fuck that pretty pussy into the shape of my cock.”

“Y-yes, please! Soonyoung, I’m b-begging you! Please don’t—don’t leave me like this!”

You feel yourself clench around emptiness as another rush of wetness pools in your panties - too far gone to let him leave now.

“I--I’ll do anything, j-just… Please!”

Soonyoung takes a deep breath - inhaling your sweet scent as he lets out a moan in response.

“We’re gonna play by my rules then, okay, doll?”

You were unsure if you should truly let Soonyoung take the reins but you knew he was definitely more experienced and the way he ate you out was more than enough to solidify that.

“Mmnh, o-oh, Soonyoung, y-your tongue, I---Ah!”

Soonyoung laps at your soaking folds - pointed tongue teasing your clit before teasing your entrance. He dips his tongue in just enough for you to arch your back off of the bed from his teasing touch.

“So sensitive for me, doll~ You’re so cute and all I’ve done is tease you a little~”

Soonyoung kisses your clit before he sucks it into his mouth; high pitched whines leaving your lips as your hands curl around locks of his hair.

‘Ah, ah, ah, hands to yourself.’

You’re about to retort when slicked appendages wrap around your wrists and tug your arms away from his hair - shock written all over your features when Soonyoung’s head pops up from between your legs.

Could he speak to you in your mind?

“Aww, doll, I wish you wouldn’t mess up my hair. I have business to attend to after this, y’know?” He jokes - sitting up between your legs as your eyes frantically dart from tentacle to tentacle.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them fuck you tonight but… Hey, if you ever wanna play again, you know where to find me~” He winks at you before he starts to tugs his slacks and boxer briefs down - his thick cock curving up to his lower abdomen as you feel yourself start to drool.

“You’re so wet, I bet I could slide my cock right into your cute ‘lil cunt, huh?”

“P-please, I want i-it… Want to f-feel you stretching m-me open…” You tug at your restraints just as Soonyoung wraps a hand around his cock. “Can’t--can’t wait any longer, S--Soonyoung…”

“Oh? But did I prep you enough, doll? I wouldn’t want to hurt you~” He singsongs.

“Ngh, p-please! I can t-take it!” Tears stream down the sides of your face as you thrash underneath him; too blinded by the urge to be filled to endure any more foreplay.

“Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re crying too. How can I say no to that, doll?”

He guides his cock towards your entrance - calling forward two more tentacles to hold your ankles as they slowly pry your legs further apart to give Soonyoung more room.

“You want my cock so bad? Then take all of it.”

Soonyoung lets out a growl as he starts to sink his cock into your soaking pussy - meeting no resistance as he throws his head back at the feeling.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking hot and tight… Fucking sucking my cock in so deep, doll.”

You drool at the way his cock stretches you out; tears of unadulterated pleasure staining your cheeks as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh my g-god, oh my god…!”

His cock curves right into your sweet spot as you let out garbled whines and cries of his name the entire time he’s still inching his cock into you and Soonyoung can’t help but chuckle darkly under his breath when he feels your walls clamping down onto his shaft.

“I could fuck you all night, doll. Maybe I should clear my schedule so I can thoroughly ruin your cute ‘lil cunt. How’s that sound? I’ll get you to cry even more when I make you cum ‘til you can’t even remember your own name~”

“Please, please, please, please…!”

You feel the tentacles tighten their grip around your wrists and ankles as Soonyoung bottoms out completely - only for him to draw his hips back and start thrusting into you at a moderately quick pace when he notices you’re completely comfortable with his size.

“Mm, I’m already imagining cumming inside this pretty ‘lil pussy… Filling it up with my cum before I sink my cock into that pretty mouth of yours too. But I bet you want that, right, slut? Me cumming inside all of your pretty ‘lil holes until it’s spilling out of you? Making you delirious with my cock.”

“Fuck, Soonyoung...”

Whimpering, you relax your body as it jerks against the bed sheets - his powerful thrusts making your toes curl as he fucks you hard and deeper than anyone or any toy had ever before.

“I want you to see how good you look, doll. Look up.”

Your teary eyes look beyond Soonyoung to the mirror up above your bed - confusion in your eyes when you see yourself and the back of Soonyoung’s head.

When did that get there?

“I want you to see the way your face contorts in pleasure when I fuck you.”

Your eyes dance from the tentacles holding you down to the fucked out expression on your face - mouth open in an ‘o’ shape and brows furrowed in bliss as he thrusts into you.

Another tentacle slides onto the bed; the sticky and slicked appendage sliding against your torso as you let out a stuttered breath.

“I want you to feel everything, doll.” Soonyoung smirks, “I want to give you everything your filthy ‘lil heart has always desired.”

The tip of the tentacle teases your left nipple as you bite your lip - chest arching up into it’s touch as Soonyoung laughs and wills another tentacle up and onto the bed to tease you more.

“You claim inexperience but you take it all so well~ You’re a natural at this, doll~”

“Mmnh, it fuh--feels so good... My--my body feels like, ngh, it’s--it’s on f-fire...”

You watch through the mirror as the tentacles tease your nipples and squeeze your breasts; pussy clenching harder around Soonyoung’s cock as he licks his lips.

“I wanna cum already, doll~ Your body is feeding me so well, I might not even need to go anywhere else tonight.”

You cry out in pleasure when Soonyoung starts to double his pace - hips snapping into you at a break-neck speed as he chases his pleasure. “P-please, f-fuck me, a-ah, all night, Soonyoung... I wanna f-feel you everywhere... I-in my mouth and--and in my a-ass too...”

Soonyoung clenches his jaw at your words; your lust for him, in turn, making him slightly delirious.

“Fuck, doll, you’re driving me crazy... Hah, gotta say, this is the first time anyone’s ever matched my own energy… I could get used to it~”

You take it as a compliment as you lick your lips - thighs trembling as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

“A-ah, I can’t--can’t help it... I’ve wanted t-this for soooo l-long...” A tentacle slithers from your breast to your clit - teasing the swollen nub as tears stream down the sides of your face again, “And it--it feels so, hic, good... Mmnh, all my h-holes need to b-be filled, S--Soonyoung... I’m suh--so, hic, greedy... And your cock fills, hic, m-me up so good... So t-thick and big... I’m going c-crazy...”

The two of you say nothing more as Soonyoung works to get you both to your orgasms - the sound of your loud breaths and clipped moans mixing in with his own.

‘Cum. Now. Slut.’

You hear it in your head, clear as day, as your eyes flit from the mirror above you to Soonyoung’s focused face - his flashing eyes the last thing you see before your eyes are fluttering shut.

“Oh, god...!”

Every nerve in your body feels like it’s ablaze with every second he fucks you through your orgasm and for once, you wish the tentacles were off of your body despite the pleasure they added.

The slicked appendage continues to tease your clit as you ride out your high and Soonyoung’s cum starts to spill from your spent hole as he continues to thrust into you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, doll~ Looking so cute and ruined for me while you cry and cum~”

“Ngh, S—Soonyoung…”

You feel your body start to go slack - but the sated feeling in your body only makes you crave more as he realizes and smirks.

“Guess I will be canceling the rest of my plans, huh?”

When you wake up in the morning, you’re alone in your bedroom.

Your thighs are covered in drying cum when you spread your legs and a glob of it spills from your spent cunt as you grimace.

What happened?

Images flit through your mind in an instant - the silver haired Soonyoung occupying every single one of them as you let out a tired moan.

Your entire body feels sore from head to toe but the arousal that immediately fills your body makes your fingers itch for the book still sitting in your living room.

Turning to take in your surroundings, you notice a piece of paper sitting on your bedside table - the edges all singed when you pick it up.

‘We’re not allowed to have these in hell but, well, what can I say? I like to get in trouble. Call me? Or send me pictures when you’re missing my cock.

Soonyoung

XXX-XXX-XXXX’

#hoshi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #hoshi scenarios #hoshi imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #soonyoung smut #soonyoung scenarios #soonyoung imagines #hoshi #soonyoung

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Bubblegum Bitch [Electra Heart] (part 2)

Pairing: Pastel! Frank x Punk! Reader [lowkey 'x Gerard' as well] Word count: ~ 5 600 Genre: Enemies to lovers / Fluff / Funny / Song inspired Summary: "Oh, dear diary, I met a boy He made my doll heart light up with joy Oh, dear diary, we fell apart Welcome to the life of Electra Heart I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss"

> Part 1

Requested by @angie-migel | @broke-and-overwhelmed | anon | on wattpad

Me: Frank Frnak Fucking Bubblegum Bitch Miss Sugar Pink? 😍🥰😘

Miss Sugar Pink: Hi <3

Me: Where's the book?

I can almost feel my soul leaving my body at the moment the ‘online’ under Frank’s contact name disappears, groaning as I would let my head fall forward on the table if it was otherwise clean and my work didn’t have any chance to be ruined.

Gerard raises an eyebrow from his place next to me and hums, shaking his head. “What’s up, sugar?”

“Frank disappeared with the goddamn book,” I sigh, pocketing my phone, and put my latex glove on again, “and no one else returned theirs yet, so... All I can find are extremely minor extractions from the book around and resumes that say nothing substantial.” The paintbrush dips into the black paint before I bring it closer to paint the details along Mother War’s mask.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” Gerard leans over to grab the deep red mix that I was using earlier for the blood drops of his thousandth version of his Demolition Lovers’ drawing.

“Yeah. I need my own perspective of the book for this and I’m already halfway through my essay and all, so... It’d be messy.” I lean over Gerard’s shoulder to take a look at his painting. “You’re so talented it makes me want to give up.”

Gerard snorts a chuckle, rolling his eyes a little. “You’re not bad, dumbass.” He presses a kiss to my cheek and rests his head on my shoulder for a moment. “But why don’t you go after Frank or something? Maybe you can find him during any of the breaks today?” He goes back to adding the spilled blood to his painting, quickly reaching for a lighter tone of red.

“That if I can find him at some point.” I dip the brush in more black paint. Frank wasn’t around yesterday and before yesterday during lunch nor at the library when he usually is, in a way the last time I saw him in person was when I was heading to the dorms and saw him dragging someone around by their hand; either way, he dismissed me quickly. Just like when I text him—well, when he even bothers to answer. “I’ll go find him today.”

Finding Frank turns out to be a harder task than I thought. Normally, it’s easy to find him given how unusual it is to find someone else with a same pastel aesthetic as his, and even the familiar faces that usually are following him around are nowhere to be seen. Okay, that’s maybe unusual; it’s not like I know his habits or something.

Still, what the fuck? Can’t he keep up to his promises or what? Yeah, he’s not dumb or anything, but he’s also not the best person when it comes to commitment and all that stuff. It doesn’t matter how many times I call him right now, I’ll even find his fucking dorm if I need to.

The ringing stops. “Hello, you’ve tried to reach Frank Iero! I can’t answer right now, but if it’s regarding my photography or Pencey Prep, feel free to message me instead! If not, I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!”

No, no, no! Fuck!

“Frank,” I huff after the beeping sound, “you fucking disappeared. Forgot our deal? Call me or else I’ll hunt you down.” The sound of the phone hanging up follows, leaving me in silence with my own anger, which isn’t exactly any better. My fingers itch to toss my phone across the campus—breathe, (y/n), you know that’s not the best option or even a good one at all, it would solve absolutely fucking nothing. Everyone is working on their fucking assignments, hence there isn’t any prevision any other copy of the book will be returned anytime soon, but there I was, thinking Frank Iero, out of all people, would keep up to his promises at least once.

As the anger finally cools down into something else—disappointment, but not sadness; not sadness—, I pull my phone up again, this time opening the browser, searching ‘rent Reductionism in Art and Brain Science’. Maybe it won’t cost me that much or maybe it’ll work using some other people’s resumes as reference with the hope the professor doesn’t count it as plagiarism.

The thoughts honestly stick to my mind during the following lectures, slipping in between the moments of focus just to drown me in the terrible reality again. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? I already knew what making a deal with Frank meant. I know his reputation, I knew this had chances to go wrong, but still. Fuck, why did he have to be like this? Things were going on so well in the beginning. He had to ruin everything.

“You’re a little quiet, sugar.” Gerard scoots a little closer, pulling me to the third option of reality—one that’s not about being stuck in my thoughts or hyper focused on a task. “Is everything alright?”

I pause and swallow before I nod. Why does the situation have such an effect on me? It’s as if something annoying and prickling buzzed under my skin continuously. “I just wanted to finish my assignment in peace. Hand in my assignment and it’d be fine.”

“Is it really about it, though?” He raises an eyebrow, and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

A sigh escapes my lips as I lean into Gerard, pressing a kiss to his cheek because maybe then he’ll avert his attention away from the subject. He smiles a little as he pulls me closer.

Even with Gerard by my side—the way he sometimes takes my hand in his or plays with my fingers a little is simply so lovely—, the lecture continues as torturing as the previous one had been, but with more intervals in which I’m not hyper focused or stuck in my own head. Things at least do feel a little better by the time I’m packing my stuff again. I should have stuck with Gerard for the whole day, but it doesn’t matter now that we are heading to our dorm, with our arms hooked.

“We can watch something tonight, if it helps,” Gerard suggests.

The idea of watching sounds good, like, having my mind off everything else for about two hours. Will I be able to truly focus on the movie, though?

“Can we just cuddle and listen to something?” I sigh softly, already trying to think about a good playlist or at least a few good songs for the occasion. “I think it would help me better.”

A smile tugs on Gerard’s lips as he nods. “Sure, sugar.”

My ringtone brings me back to reality, feeling something digging into my hip at the same time I wonder why it’s so dark until I remember I must’ve fallen asleep while talking nonsense with Gerard while we cuddled, so he’s also responsible for digging his elbow into my hip. The song continues to play in a low but still audible volume until I press down on the green sign—while trying not to get blind by the screen brightness—and press the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I groan. What time is it, even?

“Hi!” Frank? “Just wanted to know I just listened to the voicemail and we can meet up today during our free hours so we can work on the book. Together because I haven’t had time to do it yet and I was thinking we could figure it out! Is that okay for you?”

“Frank, I— What time is it, even?” I groan, rubbing my temple a little.

“It is...” He pauses. “One fifty-three. Anyways, is it fine for you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I breathe, “whatever. Just text me the... the time and shit, we’ll meet up, ‘kay?”

“Lovely! See you in the morning!” Frank makes a kissy sound that’s followed by the sound of a concluded call; I hum. What the fuck? At least there still are a few hours left to sleep.

The next time I wake up, it’s actually to Gerard’s allarm going off, sending both of us groaning and shifting at the same time. I’m staring at nothing when Gerard leaves the bathroom, using every ounce of self control left in my body so I won’t lie back down and continue to sleep through the first lecture.

“Do you want to go have breakfast anywhere?” Gerard sprays some of his cologne on himself and adjusts his clothes before he walks over to his bag.

Breakfast anywhere? The thought of doing anything aside from going to lecture and dying silently while the professor talks in the background seems a little too demanding. “No, thanks, Gee, sorry.” The bed creaks a little as I stand up from it, moving to grab my clothes from the dresser to head to the bathroom.

“It’s okay, just thought it’d distract you a little,” he chuckles a little, and comes closer to give me a kiss on the cheek and hug me tightly until I groan in complaint.

We’re leaving for the first lecture when I check my phone properly, getting rid of the useless notifications and taking a look at the messages—art history group, family group, someone asking for notes, unread message from the last week, Frank... Wait, Frank?

Miss Sugar Pink: 11:45 am lecture, outdoors tables near the Neuroscience building <3

What’s that supposed to mean...? Oh, the call in the middle of the night. Right, at least that’s going to be better than nothing.

Even if the lectures and the time at the library seems to pass just as slowly as yesterday, the new context makes up for it at the same time it—thankfully—gives me a new relieving feeling rather than the uncomfortable one that seemed to crawl under my skin. Still, I wonder if this is really going to work. Does Frank study in silence or does he have some habit that may disturb me? I wish things would just work out smoothly instead.

My stomach churns at seeing the clock saying 11:25 am as my hands sweat stupidly, but I guess I’ll just rent the book online in case something turns out wrong and try to borrow money from someone if things get too bad for me later. It’s not a bad plan, right? I don’t want to hear the answer.

Surprisingly enough, the pastel spot is already seen at the table in the distance when I head towards the place Frank agreed with me. He wears a cute pink shirt today and purple shorts that match his Chuck Taylors and socks, using his delicate jewelry as always, eyes covered by his red frame shades, while he sips on whatever he got in his glitter Starbucks cup. “Hello, hun!” His lips stretch in a grin at the same time he sees me—nice gloss. “How are you?”

“Hello.” I take a seat on the bench across from him with a sigh, letting my bag down beside me. “So, you disappeared.”

“Yeah, sorry! I really didn’t mean to!” He pouts a little and brings the shades up his head, setting the cup aside. Some of his stuff already lies across the table, some of his pretty pens plus the basics, and his sparkly silver pencil case sits next to his pastel green binder. Almost all of his items are covered in stickers, wow. Very... Frank. “‘Bet you didn’t hear about it, but the thing is that I met a boy who makes my doll heart beat up with joy.”

“You writing poems about your lovers now?” I raise an eyebrow, but don’t really let him answer despite his intention to, continuing to talk as I start to get my own things off my bag. “Okay, but who’s the lucky one?”

“You wouldn’t know him.” Frank shrugs a little, swinging his feet a little—an information which I didn’t really need, but am aware of due to how he ends up accidentally kicking me under the table. “But he’s from the cinema people. He’s very pretty, like— Gym rat or something, as he likes to call himself.” His lips stretch in a smile as he pulls the book from inside his bag. “I couldn’t answer you and all because I was spending time with him and things will probably be like this for a while, so I thought it’d be cool to meet up like this.”

Oh, okay. What the fuck am I supposed to say about this? It’s weird to think that Frank has other... ‘friends’. What are we, after all? I don’t think we’re even friends despite all the talks. Not as exciting as I thought it would be.

“You’re dating?” I raise an eyebrow.

Frank’s face turns a deep shade of red at the same time my heart sinks into my stomach and he hums, shrugging. “I guess so?”

“Okay.” I nod as I start to skip through the notes for my assignment until reaching a half empty page. “Congratulations.” Is this what I’m supposed to say? “I’m glad you could find someone.”

“I know, right?” Frank giggles with excitement, making me smile a little, even if it’s not because of anything we’re talking about.

“I hope he treats you like you deserve.” I press my lips together; Frank is in silence whilst observing me for a long moment, interrupted once I reach for the book. All I want is for this to be over so this feeling vanishes—it feels like someone is gripping on my throat and lungs.

“What do you mean?” Frank tilts his head.

“What do I mean what?” I furrow my eyebrows, using my finger to mark the page I stopped at.

“I don’t deserve to be treated in some specific way,” Frank chuckles, shaking his head as he takes hold of a pen, “I’m going to be treated according to what the situation allows.”

“Oh, so you’re going to let your significant other change your phone just because they said they’ll break up with you if you don’t?” I chuckle as I shake my head to myself, but... Frank isn’t laughing, so I stop, eyeing him carefully. “Frank?” He hums, tilting his head a little. “Oh, Frank, that’s not how it works!” I pinch the bridge of my nose. Fuck, I can’t scare him, though. “Look, it doesn’t matter what they want, if it invades your privacy or goes against your will, you’re not obligated to agree with it!”

“But what if they love me a lot?” Frank’s shoulders fall as he sighs, bottom lip sticking out a little. “I don’t want to hurt them!”

...Who is this and what did they do with Frank? Nevermind, (y/n), focus.

“If they truly love you, they will understand.” I exhale softly. “Look, you deserve to still have your privacy, to do whatever you want, to say no and all even if you love them and they love you. It may be weird to hear it from me or something,” I mutter with a shrug—because it does feel weird to tell him this at the same time it’s... concerning, like, how does his mind work?—, “but it’s the truth. Like, something everyone should know, everyone deserves it.” Frank looks at me quietly, and even if his eyebrows are a little low, whatever emotion he holds remains a mystery. “Sorry, I ended up ranting.”

Frank blinks and hums quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t worry.” He pulls a lollipop from inside his pencil case and pops it into his mouth.

A weird silence hovers between us, interrupted by the sound of the wind going through the trees’ leaves with some distant voices, lasting up to when Frank frowns a little and stops writing on his binder to look around.

“Something wrong?” I glance at him, finishing to write a sentence.

“Do you mind some music?” He sticks his lollipop back in his mouth after I shake my head and grabs his phone, tapping on it a few times before the characteristic introduction of Saturday Night starts playing. Fuck, Saturday Night? He goes back to writing, but the pen barely touches the paper when he looks at me again, eyebrows furrowed. “Um, do you—”

“You like Misfits?”

A red tone spreads across Frank’s cheeks as he smiles a little, eyes drifting down for a moment. “...Yeah,” he hums and pauses to get the lollipop in hand, “I really like them. Why?”

“I was expecting something like Kyary Pamyu Pamyu to start playing. I mean, no problems if you do like her, but...” I shrug a little, looking at his phone for a moment. Does he like any other rock band or is he just a Misfits fan? To be honest, knowing the kind of artists Frank likes is difficult in general since he doesn’t wear merch very often, so maybe he just listens to music casually and doesn’t need it as bad as oxygen like I do.

Frank chuckles. “Yeah, I can imagine the shock. Like, the visuals—” He motions to himself. “They don’t match, but I do like them. Like, not only them, also Metallica, Megadeth, Slipknot and all that stuff in general.”

Fucking awesome. As thrilled as it gets me, I refrain myself from doing anything rather than nod. “Ever been to a concert?”

“Not really.” Frank shakes his head and licks his lollipop, twirling his pen between the fingers of his free hand. “Never got anyone to go with me. And you?”

“Same,” I hum. We look at each other for a moment, in which I cogitate to tell him I’ll keep it in mind for the next time any of these bands decide to have a concert anywhere near us, but maybe it wouldn’t work, we aren’t even that close or anything. Frank might not like my company like this—or like my company at all. “Maybe your new partner might go with you?”

Frank snorts, rolling his eyes, and goes back to scribbling down. “It’s easier for me to give you the book instead.” Okay, then; I chuckle a little with the lack of better response, taking the book instead, skipping through the pages to one I want. “But he does take me to a few parties, y’know? I confess it’s not exactly my thing, but I will get used to it.”

“You’re not a party person?” I raise an eyebrow, glancing up to see him shaking his head. “I could swear you were.”

“No, no, I’m more of a stay at home and study person...” Frank mumbles, adjusting the binder as he starts writing on another line. “But it’s cute how he always has an arm around me, he is protective and all. I even got a ring.” He puts the lollipop in his mouth to hold up his left hand and show off the delicate golden ring around it.

“Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow, taking his hand in mine to adjust it a little; the ring is adorned by three pink stones, perfectly matching him. His fingertips are rough. “Do you play any instrument?”

Frank’s cheeks heat up and he hums quietly. “Yeah, I play the guitar.”

“True?” I grin, tracing his fingertips a little. “That’s awesome.”

His lips curl up into a shy smile as he looks down then at me again, nodding a little. “I can play something for you at some point.”

“That would be nice,” I say softly and gently let go of his hand. Despite how picturing Frank playing a guitar and something like Dig Up Her Bones is hard, it only makes me more curious about it. I hope he plays for me soon.

“—and, like, I have the whole collection, all the books,” Frank says, pausing to flip to the next page of his binder, “but I didn’t have time to read them yet and stuff.” He shrugs a little, sighing. “My books are really precious to me, y’know,” he chuckles, “I want to have my own library at some point.”

“Oh, really?” I grin wide—the idea of having your own personal library is just fantastic—and Frank nods frantically, smile widening. “I—”

“Wow, plain lunch and you two are here?” Gerard suddenly sits down next to me, raising an eyebrow as he looks down at all the materials scattered across the table.

“Lunch?” I raise an eyebrow and exhale softly once I take a look at my phone. It’s 01:34 pm already. “Wow,” I exhale, leaning back a little. My notes aren’t worth almost two hours of studying—maybe because these hours weren’t used for studying, right? There are enough notes, thankfully.

“Oh, fuck,” Frank gasps, widening his eyes as he immediately stands up, frantically tapping on his phone’s screen before starting to throw his things back inside his bag. “I’m sorry, guys, I gotta go!” He messily zips it up without even putting everything into place properly—quite weird coming from him—, and shows up between Gerard and I, pressing kisses to our cheeks and mumbling rushed farewells. My cheek ends up smeared with gloss, but... Fuck, Frank’s gloss. I must smile stupidly given Gerard’s look, but he isn’t much different from me given how red his cheeks are.

“Where do you think he’s gotta go?” Gerard raises an eyebrow, glancing back at the way Frank went.

“Maybe see his boyfriend?” I shrug. I should gather my things as well.

Gerard chuckles, but goes silent for a moment. “Wait, you’re joking, right?” He looks at me from under his lashes and widens his eyes once I shake my head in response. “Wow. Frank. Dating. Who’s the lucky one?”

“Some guy from the cinema major.” I put my notebook aside first, then start grabbing my pens... I don’t remember having a pink pen like this, a glitter gel one and strawberry scented. Hopefully returning it is enough of an excuse for him not to keep the book away from me for so long this time.

“Damn.” Gerard looks at the nothing for a moment and sighs, shrugging a little. “Anyways, let’s go get you lunch, shall we?”

Even if we don’t talk with Frank a lot, seeing him less and less often is quite unusual and missing his presence is quite uncommon, but... Well, it’s all because of the book, right? I needed the book and nothing else. We had started to text each other more often a little after we sat together to study, but he disappeared again sometime ago. Some things are just not supposed to be. Frank simply isn’t the kind of person to make friendships like this and it is okay. I should stop forgetting this whole thing is due to the book and, to be honest, he returned the book the day after we studied together, so we have no reason to talk anymore. This whole thing was due to the book. The book had a note inside when he left it outside my door after a brief knock, a folded paper between the cover and the first page. Thank you for sharing and helping, xoxoMissSugarPink—it said with a kiss mark near the signature.

At least my assignment was turned in in time and it was pretty complete, in my opinion. As far as I know, Frank’s as well.

“I don’t like it when you’re quiet like this.” Gerard sighs, rolling his shoulders back a little. He leans in closer to the mirror as he smudges the red makeup around his eye, maybe uselessly trying to make it symmetrical to his other eye. “I mean, I don’t mind it when you’re quiet, but this is another type of quiet.”

Yeah, of course Gerard would notice it. “Burned out, it’s all.” It feels like a lie, weirdly enough.

“Sorry about it, sugar. I wish you could come with me and I also wish I could stay here to take care of you.” Gerard pulls his hair back with a sigh and steps closer to take a seat on the edge of the bed, shifting a little before he cups my face with both of his hands. They’re warm. Nice. “I have my phone with me, though, so don’t be afraid to call or anything, okay? Take care of yourself, drink water, you can grab the snacks from my bedside table if you want, I love you.” A smile tugs on his lips and he presses a kiss to my cheek. “In case I don’t answer, you have Bert, Jeph and Ray’s phone numbers, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, but don’t worry a lot.” I lean into his hand a little and pull Gerard for a hug. “Go have fun, you loser.”

Gerard chuckles a little, squeezing me, then finally gets up, still pacing around the room a little until he has all of his things with him and leaves for once after another rant about how I need to take care of myself.

The silence and being alone is comforting. Of course I love Gerard’s presence, but I still appreciate being alone, spread out across the bed, on my fluffy covers... There’s a knock on the door. Gerard again? Well, he does have the keys. A sigh escapes my nose as I push myself up and move to answer the door.

“Hi—” I interrupt myself with the pastel blur that squeezes between me and the doorway to get in the room, taking his shoes off on the way to my bed, where he sits down, practically throwing himself on it. “Frank...?” I raise an eyebrow, taking a look at the empty halls before I close the door again and lock it. “Uh, hi?”

“You won’t believe it,” Frank says, sounding a little breathless, and only now I notice it might be the first time I see him without any makeup, not even having eyeliner adorning his eyes. Not to mention his eyes are kinda red. “Like— That dumbass—” Frank grabs the closest pillow and screams into it. Okay, that’s not how I planned to spend my night, but what’s fucking happening to him? He’s even in his pajamas already.

“Frank...” I take a seat next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, compelling him to immediately lean against me. “Hey, what happened, do you want to talk about it?”

“That stupid, idiot, motherfucker—” Frank interrupts himself with a soft sound—a sob?—and wraps his arms tightly around me, arms still tight around my torso. “H-He just wanted to use me or something, I don’t know, I just—” He sighs shakily and relaxes against me. “Fuck, it’s just— W-We fell apart.”

“I’m sorry about it,” I sigh softly, rubbing Frank’s back. He squeezes his way out of my grip and lies down on my bed, facing the wall as he hugs the pillow he grabbed earlier close to his chest. “Do you—”

“I don’t want to talk about it, don’t talk to me, let’s just stay in silence,” he says in a single breath. “Don’t talk. Hug me.”

It’s unclear whether sleep is clouding my mind or not, but I turn off the lights and join him. Frank feels so delicate and warm, his sweet smell filling my lungs as my nose buries into the back of his neck.

Unlike Gerard, Frank tosses around the bed a lot during his sleep between intervals of clinging to me and being as far as possible, which has me waking up in the middle of the night with a sharp inhale, staring at the darkness as Frank shifts around until resting his head on my chest.

“(Y/n), are you awake?” His whisper cuts through the thick silence of the room.

“Yes, Miss Sugar Pink.” I smile a little.

“It’s Electra Heart now.” He shifts a little, resting his hand over my chest.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Frank hums. His fingers trace soft patterns on my chest, bringing me a weirdly soothing feeling. “Y’know, I really like to make the people who I like happy,” he mumbles, words running one into the other with sleepiness, “I like to do whatever they want because... because they just, like, deserve it and stuff. I thought he knew that. I never take people to my dorm and I took him. I never— I even went to parties with him, these stupid parties that stink of stupid beer and stupid cigs...” He sniffles a little at the same time I feel something warm through the fabric of my shirt, so I bring a hand to play with his hair; he melts a little more into me.

“I’m so sorry, Frankie, you deserve a lot better,” I whisper. Fuck, why do my eyelids feel so heavy now? I want to keep talking. “A lot more. But you know you don’t need to sacrifice yourself to make people happy, right?”

“I’m working on it,” Frank says, small and quietly.

“Why did you come to me, Frank?” I dip my fingers into the strands on the back of his neck, caressing and massaging the skin there softly, in a way he hums in response, sighing.

“Dunno, you’re all that I have.” Frank shifts a little, almost shrugging. “We never... talked a lot, but you don’t, y’know, try to kiss or touch me or compliment me the whole time...” He pauses, only the sound of his deep and slow breaths filling the room. “I can talk with you about simple things and it feels like you know me or you care, I don’t know. No one wants to hear me talk about my books, only about my panties.” He exhales sharply through his nose, humorously. “Not you, though, not you...” He says almost in a singing tone, tracing patterns on my chest, soon pausing as he presses a kiss to it through the fabric. “Not you.”

Nothing in especial brings me back to reality—not Gerard walking in, not the sunlight or the alarm clock—, I just open my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a long moment as I think about what happened last night and allow myself to enjoy the warmth pressed to my side and the weight on my chest. He didn’t move away. On his bed, there’s Gerard, tangled in the blankets. Almost a normal Saturday. Better than one.

A sharp sigh comes from Frank as he whines something in his sleep, but tugs on my shirt to bring himself closer to me then relaxes again with a soft exhale. How is he so precious and pretty? My heart flutters a little and, fuck, fuck it if this isn’t good.

As much as cuddling is nice, I can soon feel my bladder complaining, in a way I manage to get Frank to turn around and cling to a pillow while still asleep before I rush to the bathroom as quietly as possible, already starting to get myself ready for the day. Gerard stands shirtless in the room when I’m back, potentially looking for another shirt among the mess under his bed as he pushes the articles of clothing around with his feet, being watched by Frank, who sits on the bed with crossed legs.

“Good morning,” I breathe, closing the door behind me.

“Mornin’!” Frank makes grabby hands towards me; I need to pause for a moment then step close to hug him, letting him cling to me for as long as he wants—which is until Gerard threatens to go to the bathroom, so Frank immediately rushes in ahead of him.

“What’s he doing here?” Gerard asks as soon as he hears the lock turning.

I observe the bathroom’s door for a moment and shrug lightly. “He fell apart with his ex-boyfriend or something, then he came here. I guess I could befriend him for real.”

Gerard raises his eyebrows and nods a little. He blinks slowly, nodding to himself. “Yeah, right. Remind me to update you later about the gig then you update me about the whole stuff, alright?”

“Alright,” I chuckle, moving to grab a new change of clothes.

I make my bed and I’m sitting on it again when Frank leaves the bathroom, giving place for Gerard to finally get in, and immediately comes to straddle my lap. Sweet. I’m about to hug him back when he threatens to leave my lap, so I hug him, wrapping my arms around his waist tightly until he giggles and settles down to wrapping his arms around my neck with a sigh.

“Do you like it?” Frank nuzzles the side of my face a little. “Are you okay if I’m too clingy and stuff?”

“You’re not too clingy.” I press a kiss to his cheek, internally melting at how he holds onto me. He still smells like cotton candy.

“You’re just saying things,” he sighs.

“I wouldn’t hug you back if I minded.” I hug him tightly again, which makes him squeal. “I wouldn’t have held you during the night or anything.”

He hums, giving himself a moment. “Right.”

Frank pulls back enough to face me, furrowing his eyebrows, but quickly presses his forehead to mine, then brushes our noses together a little and... he presses his lips to mine softly, and holy fuck. It’s just... the best thing ever. His lips are soft as they slide against mine just perfectly, compelling me to be careful almost as if Frank were made out of glass or something even more fragile. He hums softly, almost a soft whine, and threatens to pull away, but I deepen the kiss, leaning in more instead because... Fuck, will I ever get enough of it? What does he have? Liquor lips?

A deep red tone spreads across Frank as he pulls back, his eyes focused on my lips—I presume—not on mine. “I think I like you.”

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citricacidprince · 3 years

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Wanted to have a little break from Timestuck stuff (don't worry I'm gonna get back on it soon) so I decided to draw some Teenage Mabifica cause I love myself a fluffy romance y'all!

Listen, I adore all your 'Vlogger' and 'Fashion designer' headcanons for Pacifica, but consider this

Writer Pacifica who also works at the local library

(Long-winded reason that you don't gotta read if you don't want to-)

My reasoning for this is that I have a dumb headcanon that one summer Dipper broke his hand and couldn't write, so since Pacifica was already planning on hanging out with the twins all summer, she wrote all of his notes. At first, it was annoying but eventually, she grew to like writing, loved it even. She enjoyed writing and reading about all these mystical things to a point she started borrowing For's old journals to read in her past time. She pretty much was living in the library's fiction section at this point. (Read so much she needed reading glasses at some point the poor doll)

It was her discovery of dark academia fashion that REALLY tipped her into wanting to be a writer. "Your saying I can write these nerd books AND look good while doing it??? Sign me UP-" So now she works at the Gravity Falls Library and looks GREAT while doing so.

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1-800-sope · 3 years

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Alphabet boy (m) Part 2.

Pairing: Namjoon X reader

Rating: M

Genre: Tiny bit of yandere lots of angst

Warnings: Aggressive Namjoon, Manipulative Namjoon, Toxic relationship, some tiny slight abuse. !Namjoon is a jerk!

Summary: He was good at everything and wasn’t afraid to remind you of it again.

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BTS Melaine Martinez series

Part 1.

it was a new year, new times with new beginnings. to say you were excited for college would be an understatement. you successfully got into the best university out there, but you didn’t get into it alone Namjoon was by your side through the begging and to now.

“Hey, honey.” Namjoon pulled the seat next to you out, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Hi.” You whispered back eyes lighting up at the sight of your boyfriend.

Namjoon smiled at you before pulling out his textbooks.

Honestly, a part of you still couldn’t believe that you were dating Namjoon The Kim Namjoon, your arch nemeses, your childhood best friend/enemy. Nobody would have seen this coming.

But Namjoon did, he was so confident that you would say yes when he asked you out on a date and he had every right to be because you said yes, after mentally freaking out for a good two weeks.

But Jin’s wise words led you to your final decision “You know what they say about hate relationships, it turns into passionate love. Go get that man sis.” and now here you are seven months strong with Kim Namjoon.

The benefits of being his girlfriend were much better than being his enemy. He is a sweetheart to you, so kind that you thought he was mentally sick and almost backed out of the relationship. He also spoils you so much, whatever you want? he gets it for you, oh so your cold and lonely at night? He’s up and on his way to cuddle you, somebody said something not so nice about your outfit? On his way to get them kicked out of the school.

You're Namjoon’s most prized possession, You're his little doll and he will do anything and everything to keep you happy.

but half of you should have known that the past is still there.. that his old ways are still there, his need to remind you that he’s better, smarter, perfect, was still there lying beneath the surface just waiting to show up again.

and sadly it did.

”You know y/n I thought you left your idiotic childish ways back in high school, don’t you think it’s time to grow the fuck up now?” His words hit you like a truck making you stop in your tracks.

today wasn’t a good day, it was a bad day, a very very very bad day for you, and all you wanted all you needed was your loving boyfriend to be with you. he didn’t have to hold you, or stick to you like glue, just being in the same room would be enough for you but that was too much for him.

“Namjoon I just want to spend time with you...why are you being like this?” You were honestly confused everything was fine this morning it was all soft and pretty, you guys went on your every morning coffee date at the cafe before school started, then you walked to school while holding hands kissing each other goodbye when classes started. later you two met up for your library date during break.

has the honeymoon faves ended?

“Because you are so annoying and pathetic and you want attention twenty-four seven y/n!” Namjoon was annoyed he was frustrated about something and he snapped when you walked in the room after he purposely denied all of your calls, he thought you would take the hint and leave him alone for a bit, but you didn’t so now he’s doing the only thing he can do. he’s letting all his anger and frustration out on you.

Namjoon stared at you as your face started to heat up and the tears came to the surface, you thought he would realize what he said was wrong what he was doing was wrong but no he shot more bullets.

“You honestly can’t function without me isn’t that right doll?” He smirked walking towards you as you took a step back avoiding eye contact.

“It’s okay doll, It’s okay that you can’t do anything without me, that you depend on me, that without me you would be absolutely nothing. But right now since I’m being nice let me help you make a wise decision, a very smart one and you being my good girl will listen. alright?”

He brought his hand out patting your head ignoring your flinch.

“Right now you are going to turn back around, leave this room and leave me the fuck alone.” Namjoon grabbed the back of your head yanking your hair making you look up at him in his eyes.

you cried.

This wasn’t your Namjoon, this wasn’t your sweet boyfriend.

this was the monster you hated.

“Well? What are you waiting for? go.” he pushed you forward towards the door making you lose your step but you caught yourself and without looking back you left letting the door slam right behind you.

“Apples aren't an always appropriate apologies”

You came back, you didn’t want to but you had to this was your home too, you were now regretting getting a shared apartment with him.

when you arrived back home it was late, Namjoon was fast asleep on the couch he was waiting for you but fell asleep while doing it all his worrying drained him out.

but you weren’t so easy to forgive someone you never were and Namjoon knew that

that’s why he’s currently crying in front of the guest room door, the room you haven’t left ever since your return.

“Baby, I’m so so so sorry.” Namjoon choked on his tears his hand touching the door an apple in the other.

“I know you are upset with me and you have every right to be, you do. Shit even I’m upset with myself. What I said was wrong what I did was wrong and my anger was no excuse to act that way towards you.”

During his little speech, you shed some tears with the memories of yesterday rushing back to you.

“You are angry with me and that’s okay but please accept this apple. You have to eat y/n.”

“Butterscotch and bubblegum drops are bittersweet to me”

It’s been three days, three days and you still haven’t accepted Namjoon’s apology but you did go back to your shared room and went back to having breakfast lunch, and diner with him, even though you didn’t let him touch you and you only responded with humms and the nod of your head it was still progress

“Here, drink this.” Namjoon handed you the coffee cup. you two were at your lovely cafe on a Monday morning right before classes. You gave a smile as you grabbed your cub and started making your way out of the cafe and towards the school’s building that was down the street.

As Namjoon talked about one of his classes that he was in you took a sip of your coffee

Butterscotch

“And I said that he can’t put those two together because they wouldn’t contrast.” Namjoon chuckled as he grabbed your hand swinging it back and forth a smile on his face looking over at you. “You okay doll?” He asked smile slowly fading. You quickly shook your head a fake smile on your face to ease his worry

you honestly didn’t have time for an upset Namjoon on your hands

you were just so tired.

his smile recovered and he kissed your cheek “good.”

“Well, we are here now, our library date at our usual table at three pm?” Namjoon asked and you nodded. “Good. oh and I picked up some chapstick for you, I know how much you love the cute little flavored ones.”

Namjoon digging in his pocket pulling out a chapstick and it made you forget about the Butterscotch coffee as he placed it in your hand. “Thank you Namjoon.” You smiled not looking down at the Chapstick but up at him.

“No problem, get inside class is about to start.”

A smile was on your face as you walked inside finally taking a look at the chapstick in your hands

you halted in your steps and your smile dropped

Bubblegum.

“You call me a child while you keep counting all your coins”

“Honestly y/n can you just STOP!” Namjoon snapped cutting you off mid-question.

“Stop? stop what Namjoon? What am I doing?” You were so confused his mood did a whole 360 shocking you.

“You are being annoying.” he spoke rubbing his hand on his face expressing his tiredness looking at you with annoyed eyes.

“Annoying? how am I being annoying?” You stood there in front of him holding eye contact with your arms crossed.

Namjoon looked at you like you were stupid

“Really? we’re gonna play that game now are we? The “Let’s ask stupid questions” game?” You took a step back thinking about how this all took a turn for the worse.

You were just sitting in the living room reading your book as Namjoon came out of the bathroom dressed up nicely ready to leave. you asked him where he was going...he ignored you so you asked again and again and again

until he snapped.

“I was no-” He cut you off.

“Yes you were y/n you were being annoying!”

“I was asking a simple question maybe if you didn’t ignore me-”

“God! Why does it matter where I am going huh! Why is it any of your business y/n!”

“Because I’m your fucking girlfriend Kim Namjoon!”

The room went silent

Namjoon laughed

he laughed

“No honey, you are not my girlfriend you are a child because that’s what you are acting like right now.” He said amused with this whole situation while you were now the annoyed one

“I am NOT a child Namjoon!” You cried at your breaking point. It was pathetic really how easily you cried. But you couldn’t help it.

Namjoon stopped he took a deep breath in as he saw your tears. He walked over to you gently placing both of his hands on either side of your face wiping your tears.

“Are you sure about that y/n? because you are crying like one right now.” He chuckled and you were shocked into silence. “Ok, how about this y/n I’m gonna go and you stay home and be a good doll for me? Let’s end this stupid useless conversation.”

“no.”

“No?” Namjoon repeated raising his eyebrow.

You took a step back shaking your head as Namjoon dropped his hands to his side annoyed that you won’t let this end.

“No namjoon I don’t have to listen to anything you say, I am my own person I am not dumb, I am not stupid, And if i don’t want to let shit slide and get over it I won’t.”

“Grate amazing you are finally speaking up for yourself do that at a different time.” He rolled his eyes making you more annoyed more fed up. “Namjoon it seems like you don’t care about my feelings like you never ever cared at all.” You threw your hands up moving away from him now he was the one that was following you around.

“What do you mean I never cared? That’s all I ever did through this whole relationship, I cared for, I looked after you, I helped you. You are just too much of a stupid spoiled brat see that shit.”

“Shut up Namjoon, god can you stop playing the victim card for once.” You snapped back turning on your heels.

“Your seriously acting up after everything i did for you everything I’ve been doing for you? Things your own daddy wouldn’t do for you?”

“But you're not my daddy and I'm not your dolly, I don’t have to listen shit you say anymore and I don’t need you.”

it was silent

dead silent

besides your heavy breathing along with Namjoons

“oh...is that so?” he asked glaring at you.

“Yes...it is so.” You responded back with the same energy.

“Than I guess you should leave?” He crossed his arms staring at you.

“I guess I will.” You chuckled looking away from him.

and that’s how it ended, the passionate love you both had for each other turned back into hate, more hate there than there was before.

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A/n: I know that this was so quick to publish but i got so excited with how good part one turned out to be so I couldn’t help myself to write up part two and quickly publish it. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED ITTT!!! new readers let me know if you want to be apart of the Melaine Martinez tag list series

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robert-de-niro-only-fans · 3 years

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Dewey Decimal System

Max Cady x Reader in the library, no plot, just smut

Dedicating this little work to @droogiesanddiscourse who just today found out she's graduating with honors!!! I'm so proud of you bb!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

TW: smut, public sex, explicit/raunchy dialogue, Max Cady in general?

Word Count: 2.2k

“My baby’s so smart, knowing how to find any book in the library,” your boyfriend, Max, coos quietly to you as you saunter through the aisles and aisles of books, softly leading him with his hand in yours. “You know I didn’t learn to read until my stay in the big house, but I never did learn numbers all that well. I’m glad my little princess can navigate this, uh, what do you call it? Dew something?’

“The Dewey Decimal System!” you whisper in a giggle.

“The Dewey Decimal System...” he tried the words out on his tongue, “Well, I’m glad you can lead me in the right direction, angel.”

“Oop, right here!!” you point up at a tall shelf. Max’s body crashes into yours, nearly landing you both on the floor, as you stopped so suddenly.

“Goodness gracious, girlie, you must be excited to do some reading, huh?” his voice rumbles lowly next to your ear. His muscular arms wrap tightly around your midsection, pressing your backside against him. You can feel his arousal stirring already; he really has no qualms about doing nasty things to you, any time, anywhere. “Oh, baby, I’m already thinking about you reading to me... Hearing that sweet little voice say such naughty things, those pretty little lips forming unholy syllables...” And in true Max Cady fashion, his fingertips are already teasing at the edge of your skirt, threatening for his rough palms to attack your delicate thighs.

You feel a single finger creep up to your hip, teasing at the waistband of your panties, “I hope you aren’t particularly fond of these, ‘cuz they’re coming off now, honey.” And with that, his other hand quickly follows the first one up your skirt and before you could even protest, the man is on his knees and the lacy underwear around your ankles. He helps you out of them as is you were a toddler, getting them over your shoes.

He quickly snatches a book from the bottom shelf and flips it open to a random page before stuffing your panties in it and shoving it back on the shelf. “Max!!!” you whisper-yell.

“What?” he plays dumb, standing back up to press himself into your backside again. “You don’t want someone findin’ your panties? Knowin’ what we did in here? Mmm, well I wanna spread the word about you, baby... Besides, they can use it as a bookmark.” His hands grip your hipbones and he gives you a sloppy kiss on your neck, making a loud slurping noise.

“Max! Shhh!!”

“You’re so cute, all worried about getting caught. You think we’ll get in trouble if someone sees us, or god forbid if someone hears us in this quiet place?”

“Maaaaxxx...” you whine.

“Mm, yeah? You like that idea? Someone hearing the way I turn you into a whore for me? You don’t sound as innocent as you look once I get you goin’.” His hand slides around to your sex, teasing you roughly through the smooth fabric of your skirt, and when you let out a little whimper, it only proves his point.

"Alright, princess, why don't you grab us that book we're looking for?" Following his question, Max's strong arms easily hoist you off the ground, lifting you up, up, up to reach that top shelf and pull down one of Max's favorite books: 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳. Oh, and don't think that he missed the opportunity to peak under that skirt...

• • •

As you and Max relax in two adjacent armchairs that he scooted close together, you recite prose from your boyfriend's favorite author. Just a few pages in, you're already at one of his favorite parts. You can read the sheer excitement on Max's face when he says, "Alright, darlin', you better speak up for this next part, you know how much I like the dirty bits."

You look around, making sure no one is nearby, and you start, "'At night when I look at Boris' goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical.'"

"Louder," Max tilts his head forward, looking at you from under his brow bone.

You raise your voice only slightly, "'O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs?'"

"I can't hear you..." he chimes devilishly.

"'There is a bone in my prick six inches long...'"

"And what's he gonna do with it?" Like he doesn't already know.

"'I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed,'" you look around again, checking for any poor passersby, "'I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out.'"

Max let's out a low whistle, "That Henry Miller suuuure knew what he was talking about, huh?" He leans forwards and rather directly slides his hand under your skirt, thumb quickly parting your lips to find that special little bundle of nerves.

You gasp loudly, and Max continues, "Yeah? You want me to turn your womb inside out like he did to Tania? Make that little cunt smooth with my big cock?" His voice is just loud enough that it still sounds intimate but anyone walking by could easily hear.

In an attempt to quiet your moans, you press on reading, "’Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire-‘"

"’But I know how to inflame a cunt!’" Max finishes your sentence for you before pulling you up out of your chair and into his lap, where his fingers quickly find their place between your thighs as if it is the most natural thing in the world to him. "Keep reading, princess," he whispers softly in your ear.

You become aware of his hard length pressing into your thigh, as you read the line, "’I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania, I make your ovaries incandescent.’”

Max lets out a deep moan that rumbles your eardrums and presses some kisses to your cheek and jawline.

“‘Your Sylvester is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider. I have ironed out the wrinkles,’” Max starts to rut against you in his lap. His hands take a firm grip on your hips and slide you back and forth against the erection trapped in his pants. You keep going, “‘After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or string a zither across your navel.’”

His moans become quite noisy and his hands search for your flesh; one hand slipping under the edge of your shirt to feel the soft skin of your tummy, the other getting an anchor hold on your hair and giving it a rough tug. You inhale sharply wincing at the pain. You can tell Max is getting needy for you; it would never cease to fascinate you how some little girl (anyone is small next to his towering muscular frame) could have so much control over him.

“‘I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately-‘“

“Damn, that sounds like a good idea,” Max grunts out and unzips his pants, “I sure hope you aren’t afraid of being fucked publicly.”

His next few actions only take a few seconds, and before you can even realize it, you’ve been hoisted up and swiftly dropped down onto your boyfriend’s thick cock. You somehow let out a gasp and a squeal at the same time, and Max claps his hand over your mouth. The only other sound is the thud of the book hitting the floor and closing. Where Max wanted you to speak up before, now it’s time for the quiet game...

“How’s that feel? Daddy’s big cock stretching out those tight walls, huh?” Clearly, it’s a rhetorical question since his hand stays clasped over your mouth. It’s Max’s turn to tease you with his words. “You always take me so well, my little princess. You think if anyone walked by they would know that you’re filled to the brim with my prick? You’ve been trained well, baby girl, you can take me and no one knows I’m inside you, but I know how turned on you are, I felt how wet you were when I was touching you. You wanted this, and I bet everyone knows how much you wanted it, I bet that librarian in the next room knows you have your pussy stuffed right now.”

In all honestly, this guy Ryan had just started working at the library; he had hoped it would be more a bit more relaxing than his job at the local drive-in movie theatre. But Ryan recognized you and Max when you came in, and he really, REALLY doesn’t want another awkward interaction with your boyfriend, so he’s gonna leave you to do whatever you want in the back room of the library...

His hand still covers your mouth as you lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking at him out the corner of your eye. His other arm braces your hips, keeping you flush to him so you can feel every time his member twitches. “You feel me, princess? Feel that ‘bone in my prick’ and how bad I want you?”

You nod your head as much as his grip will allow, eyes never leaving his.

“If I can be frank, sweetheart, Daddy’s never been good at this whole cockwarming thing like you are. It always leaves me wanting more, and you know Daddy can’t resist having more of you... Whaddaya say we play horsey instead? I’ll bounce you on my lap like the dumb little baby doll you are, just like your old man did for you when you were a kid."

You let out an excited little whimper, and Max moves his hands to your hips. "Now I can't keep a hand on your mouth anymore. Think you can keep quiet for me?"

You nod your head excitedly and whisper as quietly as you can, "Yes, sir, Daddy. Can I have a kiss?"

"Aww, of course you can, angel," his lips meet yours in a wet, unrefined fashion, giving you the rough kind of kiss you need. Max also takes this moment to start bouncing you in his lap, just like horsey. With your lips pressed to his, it muffles any sounds that escape the two of you.

His thrusts are small and quick, but actually really satisfying at this angle. The girth of him presses against that special spot inside you. That combined with the thrill of possibly getting caught already has that feeling creeping up in your belly. Your nails dig into his hips looking for something to ground you as you find ecstasy in your orgasm.

But your climax isn't gonna stop Max from what he's doing. He continues to bounce you on his lap, whispering, "Mmm, finished so soon? You must like bouncing on my cock. Bouncy, bouncy..."

You bite your lip, still riding out your orgasm as he continually slams into your g-spot. When a drawn out little whine hums out of you, Max shushes you with a "Shhhh, shhh, baby. You're doing so good, such a good girl for Daddy. Just a little longer, I'm so close, princess."

With your brows furrowed and eyes closed tight, you brave yourself on the arms of the chair. You feel two calloused fingertips at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, taking them in.

"There that'll keep you quiet for this next part," Max warns before absolutely plowing his hips up into you as fast as he can. His other hand maintains such a firm grip on your side, you think he'll probably leave bruises.

Max chokes back a deep grunt and pulls you down into his lap to spill his seed inside you. You feel his length jolting and that warm gooey liquid. You both sit there catching your breath, and Max wraps his arms around you in a loving embrace.

He gets you to look at him, placing another dirty kiss to your mouth. Then he pulls you off of him, stand up, places you back down on the chair, and gets his pants zipped up.

"Um. Max?" you whisper, a little tense.

"What is it, little darlin'?" He gets on his knees in front of you, placing his big hands on your thighs.

"Uhhh... I think there's gonna be a little mess on this chair," you get right next to his ear and oh so quietly tell him, "it's, uh, leaking."

"Aww, are you worried about leaving some of my cum on the chair?" he places a hand on your chin, "That was the point, baby. The librarian can handle it." Max gives you a wink before taking you by the hand and leading you out of the library.

Poor Ryan.... Scarred again by Max and his girl, and now he has to clean up after them.

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DAY 7🎄

SUMMARY - You get invited to a Christmas masquerade. What happens when you catch the young lord’s eye?

GENRE - fluff

WARNINGS - mentions of blood, assault, one swearword.

A/N - Oml, this is the longest piece that I have ever written. Enjoy.

P.S. I’m super proud of how it turned out :))

Y/N - your name

Y/L -your last name

F/C - favorite color

H/C - hair color

It was a snowy evening, and you were sat in your carriage - all dolled up and ready to attend a ball. As soon as your lovely parents heard that there was going to be a ball in Basilwether Hall, they jumped at the chance to show off their breathtaking daughter, even tho you would have to wear a mask the entire time.

You were an antisocial person by nature - you preferred to stay out of sight or take off to a field with a book in hand. Your favorite place in the whole mansion? The library. It was quiet and always peaceful, and it let you experience every story you read in silence.

But when you were required to, you were quite good at making small talk and even wooing a few gentlemen, but nothing ever went further than a little bit of flirting.

At this moment, you were wearing an F/C dress, a bit too revealing for your liking, but it would suffice for this night. While in the carriage, you wondered what the ball would be like - would the music be slow and calm or energetic and lively, would there be food or only drinks?

These were the thoughts that kept your mind busy while your parents held a discussion of their own. From a young age, you were taught that eavesdropping was rude, so you decided to let your mind wander even further.

''We're here!’’ Yelled your dad, opening the vehicle door for himself and then helping your mother out. Still, deep in thought, you silently followed after your guardians to your destination.

''Darling, your mask,'' said your mother, fixing your matching F/C mask, which had started to fall off slowly. Your father ushered you inside, letting you know that they had business of their own.

When you entered the big hall, the first thing you noticed was the grand Chandelier, it held at least a hundred candles, which were all lit, and was decorated with the silver drops of the Moon.

The music was slow but energetic, nothing like you had imagined, and there were even a few servants carrying around both refreshments and bites.

But what caught your attention was a boy. No, not just any boy. He was standing in a corner, uninterested in any girl that came to talk to him. Instead, he was reading a book.

You walked down the grand stairs, till you were met with a cling that your delightful shoes made when they touched the cold tiles of the ballroom.

No-one you would know was there, and what made it even more difficult to see if you knew anyone were the various masks - small, big, bird-like, animal-like, even fish-like. You silently chuckled to yourself and headed to find a quiet library or where the refreshments were - you weren't quite sure which one you wanted more. This was a ball after all.

Remembering the last argument you had with your mother and father about leaving a social event, you decided to stay in the corner and observe the guests. What you saw nearly instantly was a group of girls who were fawning over some boy, that didn't even seem interested in any of them.

Alternatively, he was heading your way.

Oh no

You thought. Talking to a cocky boy was definitely on the bottom of your list of the things you wanted to do that night. How did you know it would go horribly? You knew what type of boy he was - the opposite of a gentleman, egoistic, only interested in looks and stupid.

While making his way through the large room, he managed to trip, but somehow, he made it look like an accident, at least to the girls that he winked at.

Yep, definitely dumb.

You thought, rolling your eyes. He ran the rest of the way and then put his hand on the wall, next to your head. He was too close for your fondness, so you scooted away, and he followed.

''Hello, angel,'' he started, already making you gag on the inside, ''Why aren't you dancing, is this not a lovely ball?'' ''No, the ball is indeed lovely, but the people aren't,'' you said, letting him know that the last part was about him.

But instead of going away, he leaned even closer. At any given moment, would he choose to kiss you or grab you, you were readying your dagger. Yes, it was considered odd for a lady to own a dagger, but your mother insisted on it.

The boy in front of you had no thought of leaving you alone, rather he kept moving even closer to you. You took a look around the room, someone would surely have found this strange, wouldn't they?

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Before you had walked in, Tewkesbury had been enjoying a book, instead of socializing with someone. He hated small talk, he thought it was meaningless. But then, you walked in, and suddenly, he didn't hate the idea of talking.

You looked stunning in your F/C dress, like a flower - unique yet delicate. Your H/C hair was tied in a neat bun, making the necklace you wore more noticeable. From the moment Tewkesbury saw you, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, only when you looked his way.

So he continued to observe, not moving from his spot in the corner of his own ballroom. Only when you started backing away, he started growing worried. What was going on?

While Tewkesbury proceeded to examine the situation, trying to decide if he should intervene, the arrogant guy was getting closer and closer to your face.

''Come on, doll. Let's abandon this boring party,'' he said, and grabbed your upper arm, trying to drag you away from prying eyes. ''No, thank you. I'm good,'' you said while trying to get his hand off your arm. That only seemed to make him angrier because he started pulling stronger, making you groan in pain.

That's when Tewkesbury decided that enough was enough. He put his book about herbs down on a nearby table and started walking over to you to help.

You were seconds away from pulling out your weapon and slicing his hand. It was only self-defense, at least that's what mother had told you.

''Hey,'' said a voice you didn't recognize at all, ''why don't you let her go? You're clearly hurting her.'' When you turned your head to look at the source of the noise, you were met with the most beautiful pair of eyes that you had ever seen in your life. They were a stunning hazel with a slight tint of dark brown.

''No, she's coming with me,'' the guy stubbornly said and pulled you harshly into him, making you gasp and grow cross, but he proceeded to speak mockingly, ''Besides, what are you going to do about it? Throw a book at me?''

That comment seemed to anger not only you but Tewkesbury too. He sucked in a breath, trying to calm his rage, and calmly responded: ''No, I'm not. Instead, I'm going to call the guards that you can see in that corner over there, and have them throw you out.''

At that moment, the arrogant guy knew he wasn't speaking to a regular boy, but the lord of Basilwether Hall and the host of this dance. (At that moment he knew, he'd fucked up🤣 )

You, growing impatient, took out your dagger, finally sliced his hand, making a little bit of blood pool out, kicked him in the knee, and stamped out of the room, into the garden to calm down and get some fresh air.

To say that Tewkesbury was smitten by you, was an understatement. Ignoring the cries of the guy, who was clutching his hand and knee, he ran after you.

It took him only a few moments to find you. You were sat on a bench, looking up at the Moon. Not sure of what to say, he walked towards you until he was standing next to the cool stone bench.

''The stars are looking particularly beautiful tonight, don't you think so?'' you said dreamily, without looking at him. Tewkesbury sat down and looked up at the night sky. ''I suppose so,'' he said, still unsure what to say. ''I'm fine if that's what you wanted to know. This isn't the first time that something like that has happened,'' you answered, almost reading his mind.

''Oh? I'm sorry, I,'' Tewkesbury was trying to form coherent sentences and words in his head to reply to the ones you had spoken. ''Don't worry. I can handle myself. You saw, didn't you?'' you said, worried that if you'll look, you won't be able to take your eyes off of him.

You and Tewkesbury sat there. Outside in the snowy garden, looking up at constellations until he blurted out something he had intended to keep to himself. ''They're really breathtaking and fair,'' he whispered, not thinking about what he was going to say next, ''just like you are.''

Oh, that was the last thing you thought he'd say. You sharply turned your head in his direction, only to see him hide his face behind his hands in embarrassment.

Not listening to your mind, you turned your body, so you were fully facing him and slowly pulled his hands away from his face. In confusion, the brown-haired boy looked at you, only to find you smiling gently. Just your smile made him feel warm inside, and butterflies take flight in his stomach.

You opened your mouth to say something, but instead, you heard your parents call for you:'' Y/N, darling, we're going home! Where are you? A Y/L never stays too long.'' Tewkesbury looked at you in a slight panic. Clearly, he was not ready for this night to end, and truthfully, neither were you. But you had no choice, so you got up and started walking their way, but stopped in your tracks when you heard him call out to you. ''Wait, please,'' he cried out desperately, ''Will I ever see you again?''

You didn't know how to answer that question, so you ran back to him and kissed him on the cheek, making his cheeks turn scarlet. He was frozen, there, at the moment, that he didn't even notice you run to your parents.

Tewkesbury slowly brought up his hand to the place where you had kissed him. He blushed, again, at the thought. He felt the envelope that you had managed to slip into his hand.

Upon taking a closer look at it, he noticed that it displayed his mother's name and his address, and the name ''Oswald Y/L'' and what he thought was your address.

''Wow,'' Tewkesbury whispered to no one in particular, repeating that night's events in his head.

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