#jealous of him in that moment because i cant leave to calm down

[loveofastarvingdog]

guys when they remember

#timothy's txts. #🧍🏻 thinking about the time i was watching ted lasso and isaac was having his freak out after getting into the fan’s face #and how fucking angry he was and how it SHOWED #how he was SHAKING. how he was breathing. how he clenched his hands #how he cried. #and how somehow out of everything that’s what i loved #just. the ache to be able to express my emotions so violently #so externally #jealous of him in that moment because i cant leave to calm down #so instead i have to shut down and stay in the conversation #and it’s a lose-lose because either they’re upset i want to leave or upset that i shut down #when all i’m trying to do is avoid lashing out #i wish my anger was taken seriously.. i wish i was angry in a way that showed #anyways i’m normal again i just think cathartic anger would be sooooo . yeah #tw emoji

[telyscope]

Omg! Just read your jealous hc and this gave me an idea. Can you do something where Neteyam and the reader are best friends (he’s in love with her, obviously) and Ao’nung notices. He tries to flirt with the reader just to get on his nerves and he succeeds his mission. Neteyam tries to stay away from her for a while because he can’t stand the thought of her with someone else and everytime he sees her is just pain. She notices and question him about it and he finally confesses. (If you could do, it would be great! Sorry if this is confusing, english is not my first language)

of course!! i’m sorry isnt the best or seems a little rushed, im still getting used to writing longer fics! but i still hope you enjoy<3

neteyam x fem!reader

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you and neteyam were inseparable. ever since you guys were kids, you two were always around each other. as you grew older your relationship with neteyam had only grew stronger, and now that you two were new to the metkayina clan, you only had each other

it was painfully obvious to everyone else that neteyam liked you. though for some reason, you were the only one that couldn’t tell. i mean sure he’d openly flirt with you here and there, but you always just brushed it off

aonung on the other hand, indeed did not just “brush it off.” he first caught onto neteyams little crush on you when he saw neteyam smiling at you and looking down at the ground while smiling when you weren’t watching

ever since he saw that moment, all the other hints were so clear. he noticed every time neteyam smiled at you or watched you in awe

he would’ve found it cute, honestly.. only if it was anyone other than neteyam. and what better way to piss neteyam off than to flirt with his beloved.

aonung, roxto, and tsireya were showing you and neteyam around the reef along with lo’ak and tuk. it was so, so beautiful. you wanted to see all of it, the entire reef. but your swimming and breathing capabilities were getting in the way of that.

the four of you rose to the surface to catch your breaths, aonung, roxto, and tsireya following shortly after. tsireya understands you guys can’t swim or hold your breath as well as them, but aonung and roxto can’t help but let out a small laugh

“stop that aonung” tsireya hits him on the head, trying to knock some sense into him

his smile slowly fades but widens once again when you two make eye contact. “you’re right tsireya, im sorry. it’s not their fault they can’t swim as well as us. it’s a shame, truly, i would’ve loved to show y/n around the reef, but i wouldn’t wanna tire her out.” you vaguely hear sarcasm in his voice, but you’re too busy focused on his words to care about his tone of voice

you mouth falls agape and you stare right into aonungs eyes. “no no that wouldn’t tire me out, i just cant keep up with you, that’s all. i would love to explore the reef some more.”

“is that so? well then, what do you say i show you around, just the two of us. ill hold your hand the whole time so that you don’t get lost.” aonung flashes a rather flirtatious smile, and your face gets hot.

“just the two of you? really?” neteyam turns to focus all his attention on you. “how do you know he won’t leave you stranded all alone. you barely know each other.” the irritation in neteyams voice is clear, and the glare in his eyes is sharp.

“neteyam, calm down. do you really think the chiefs son would do that to a guest?” you respond, confused by neteyams sudden annoyance.

“she’s right, my father would kill me. i just want to show her how beautiful the reef is. no harm in that, right?” aonung adds on, purposely sneaking a wink at you at you to provoke neteyam even more.

neteyam was pissed. was he doing this on purpose? worst part was, you didn’t even seem to mind it. in fact, you were excited to go with him.

“cmon bro it’ll be fine, let’s just go back and find kiri.” lo’ak says trying to ease neteyam, clearly catching onto his anger.

neteyam doesn’t say another word. he just looks at you for a moment before swimming off with the rest of them.

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how long has it been? an hour? two? you and aonung finally finished exploring the reef, and goodness was it gorgeous. you cant wait to tell neteyam all about what you saw, that is.. if you can find him.

everyone was gathered on the beach except for him. lo’ak, kiri, tsireya, tuk, all of them. where was neteyam? he was always the first to welcome you back after you went somewhere, but he was nowhere in sight.

“lo’ak, do you know where neteyam is?”

“nope, once we got back from the reef he left and i haven’t seen him since.”

how strange.

perhaps he’s just tired. he hasn’t gotten much rest since the arrival here, so maybe he went to sleep early. it’s fine, you’ll talk to him tomorrow.

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it’s been almost two days and neteyam still hasn’t talked to you. at first you gave him space in case he truly was mad at you, but now it was just getting tiring, and you were sick of it. it was obvious something is upsetting him, and you were gonna find out what.

you observed him as he talked to lo’ak on the beach. it was already eclipse, and you watched the way his spots faintly glowed under the dark sky. there was a nervous feeling gnawing at your stomach and you just couldn’t figure out why. “it’s just neteyam,” you remind yourself.

lo’ak started walking back to the hut, and you took the chance to finally speak with neteyam. you paused for a moment before you continued your steps towards him. he looked serene, beautiful even, but there was a glint of sadness in his eyes.

“neteyam,” you mumbled out, your footsteps matched your voice, soft. he shifted his body towards you, his back facing the ocean with his arms crossed. he had the same look on his face he did just seconds ago. you exhaled slowly, a light breeze blowing your hair. you could feel his stare on you, it was intimidating. you finally lifted your head to meet his eyes. his eyes reflected the stars and for a moment you forgot what you were gonna say.

“neteyam, did i do something?” your voice was hesitant at first, but your pace sped up, “i mean- you’ve been ignoring me, haven’t you? you’ve never ignored me. what’s going on.” you let out a deep breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

he didn’t say anything for a moment. he just stared into your eyes with no visible expression. “do you have feelings for aonung,” he finally lets out.

what?

what?

did he really just ask that? you stare at him with utter disbelief for a moment. “i’m sorry, what?” you scoff. “you don’t talk to me for almost two days and that is the first thing you say?”

“im giving you your answer.”

“no, no you are not. is this some sort of awful joke?”

he lets out a breathy laugh, and you can see his body tense up, “you just don’t get it do you?? how much more obvious do i need to make it for you to finally get the damn hint?” his arms fall to his sides and his voice becomes more assertive, “for fucks sake i like you, y/n, i’ve loved you for years, and you still haven’t noticed?”

oh.

the both of you fall silent. seems you aren’t the only one in shock, neteyam takes a step back as if he couldn’t believe what he just said either. you stand still for a good minute, unsure of what to do. perhaps you shouldn’t have brushed off all the hints after all. the wind gently blows his braids and he stands tall. you could admire him for hours. you practically already have. you always find yourself unknowingly staring at the way his eyes shine in the sun, or the way he smiles, or the way he’s so, effortlessly, alluring.

but right now was not a moment to just stare at him. your heart is racing and the nervous feeling comes back. “neteyam..”

“no i’m sorry just forget what i said i didnt-“

“neteyam,” you cut him off, “i see you.”

#neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam headcanons #neteyam fic #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar 2 #aonung #avatar the way of water

[bumblebeehug]

i’m so jealous of gruvia, as a nalu fan. gruvia has everything nalu doesn’t - a real relationship, shown canon obvious mutual love, angst that still haunts them, DOUBLE SUICIDE IN ORDER TO SAVE THE ONE THEY LOVE THEM MOST????? Gray offering his life before that minute got turned back when they fought the dragons after the grand magic games, and Juvia indirectly “killing” Gray’s dad (in order to save the rest of fairy tail and not knowing that silver was already dead in a sense, but still) WITH Gray crying in her arms after being so sad and angry (not at her, but just so filled with emotion) that he cant be the same cold heart that he’s always pretended to have.

while i love the nalu moments we have to death, I NEED more concrete development before i explode. Love the feral Natsu being calmed down by Lucy, but we need more than just funny moments afterwards. I won’t rest until Natsu breaks down over all the times he’s disappointed Lucy or accidentally hurt her with his own fire, I need him to cry and apologise as if he’s never cared about anything else more than Lucy. I want him to feel like proper shit for leaving her that full year, and for never taking these horrifying moments seriously. Not until he breaks down to his most vulnerable state will he be able to rise again - because Lucy will always forgive him for everything he does, and Natsu knows this so he doesn’t find it urgent to properly apologise or check in with how she has been hurting alone. That’s why i need him to realise how he has been acting, and of course Lucy will forgive him, but she’ll forgive him for real this time, because he finally knows how he has been messing things up.

When they’ve gone through that, Natsu will be able to be more vulnerable with Lucy all the time. He’ll still be able to be his carefree fightloving self, but he’ll know that Lucy and him has a special connection that goes beyond what they would do to other teammates. That’s when he can start to realise his feelings and be mature enough for a relationship.

And I can’t wait for that to happen. I’m not expecting Mashima to make his cool main character break down, because that’s probably impossible, but i’m hoping he’ll let Natsu mature soon. Because, despite being the main character (apart from Lucy), Natsu hasn’t developed forwards at all, other than fighting wise

this got so much longer than i intended lol, and i lost the gruvia part there too. i just wanted to ramble😌

#fairy tail #fairy tail 100 years quest #lucy heartfilia #nalu #hiro mashima #natsu dragneel #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #juvia loxar #natsu x lucy #gray x juvia

[mo0dy-succubus]

Out with the Old, In with the New.

Does this count as a bit of angst?

Squirting

Soyeon x fem!reader

Scissoring

Use of alcohol

You've been dating this guy for a few months now. You were madly inlove with him, well maybe a little to much. You always felt your relationship was one sided, he would always stay out late and party and come home dead drunk, and sometimes would ask you to come pick him up from being dead drunk. He was always flirting with other woman even while yall were out on a date. He always blew it off saying that you were just over reacting. You assumed that you just were and being a bit jealous. He always made it up to you a bit by having sex, not that he was bad in bed or anything, no no, he was AMAZING in bed,it was good sometimes but as time went on, sex got less and less even if yall did do it he would give no aftercare and would usually leave you to clean up. Despite the red flags you just thought it was just part of a relationship.

One night you came home very late. Your was being a dickhead again and gave you alot of work to do keeping you late at night. So after work you didn't get home till 8 pm and had to walk because your boyfriend had the car. You unlock your apartment door slipping off your shoes and coat. You look around surprised by not seeing your boyfriend right away so you assumed he was just upstairs sleeping and forgot to turn the lights off, again. You walk upstairs to your room to be greeted by the sight of your boyfriend cheating on you with another woman. You gasp and scream your boyfriend turns around yelling "BABE IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!". You were to heart broken to listen. "YOU FUCKING DICK I CANT BELIVE YOU, YOU KNOW WHAT ITS OVER!!" You shout at him before running out of the apartment. You ran and ran no where specifically, just far away from him. After running for a bit you stopped and started walking. You then passed by a bar and entered.

You needed a drink bad. You sat down at the bar and ordered a few shots. After a few shots of whiskey you already felt tipsy, not enough to forget your shitty boyfriend. You were heart broken, you ordered a few more shots before a woman sat down beside you. "The usual Ms. Jeon?" The bartender said. "Yep you know it." She said taking the drink the bartender handed her. You look towards her direction admiring her beauty. "You look terrible what happened to you?" She said turning in her chair to face you. You stuttered from the sudden question she ask you "o-oh u-um I caught my boyfriend cheating on me.." you say tracing your finger around your short glass. "Tch classic... Men are dicks.." she says finishing her drink. "I'm such an idiot I can't belive I've dated him." The woman looks at you. "Don't beat yourself up, things like this happen". Her calmness and poise makes you blush a bit.

You continue to talk to her a bit just small talk and laughing. "I'm getting bored you want to leave? Don't worry I'll pay" the woman say before passing the bartender her credit card. "Thank you how much fo I owe you" you said about to pay her back. "No need my treat" she says getting up about to head out. You follow her out of the bar before stopping. "W-where are we going?" You say trying to keep up with her. "To my house, please come I don't want you to go back home you seem like you need to get your mind off of some stuff right now, I don't live far we can walk" she says. You agree and follow her to her house making small talk along the way.

You both arrive at her house, if you can call it that, it was more like a mansion. You both enter and you sit down on her couch. "Do you want anything to drink?" She says looking through her large liquor cabinet. "Oh I'll just have a cocktail...O-old fashion!" You say a bit nervous."Good choice" she says getting out the necessary items. It was strange going to a woman's house who you just met but that was the least of your concern, you didn't want to be anywhere near your 'boyfriend' at the moment. The woman walks back with your drink and a glass of wine for her obvious and sits down on the couch beside you.

"You have a nice place..I'm sorry I didn't even catch your name" you say to her looking at her beautiful figure in her black dress. "Thank you, it's my husband's...well use to be husband we are getting divorced. Oh and my name is, Soyeon. Jeon Soyeon." She says taking a sip of her wine. "I'm Y/N, you have a lovely name, I'm sorry about the divorce.." you say looking down a bit. "It's nice to meet you and Don't feel bad, he wasn't a good person anyway, things just don't work out like you expect them to" she says with a sigh.

You don't know what it is about her but you felt so intrigued by her. Her beautiful face, her curves, her black hair that flowed naturally and framed her face. You don't know if it was because you were drunk or something else but you felt welcomed by her, yall continued talking more and more getting to know each other more while taking in more drinks for the night. "Y/N..." soyeon says looking at you directly into your eyes. "Have you ever hooked up with a woman before?". Her question strikes you by surprise, you've always considered yourself straight, well you have only dated men in your life up till now. "U-um no, I identify as straight I belive" you say blushing a bit "have you...?" You say back questioning her answer. "Yeah a few times..just experiment things in high school and college" she says in a calm voice. "I'm guessing you haven't kissed one either, hmm?" She say back. "N-no I haven't".

Soyeon finishes her wine and puts the empty glass down on the coffee table before pulling you into a heated kiss. The sudden kiss catches you by surprise, you didn't pull away from the woman, you don't know why, the kiss between yall deepens, her tongue passes your bottom lip making you open your mouth slightly. Her tongue enters your mouth exploring every nook and crevice. Your face burns hot as the kiss goes on. She strokes the side of your face and moves her hand down to your side pulling you onto her lap. You break off the kiss your eyes hazy as you gaze down at the sexy woman staring at you. "That was hot~" she says Biting her bottom lip. She kisses your neck taking off your clothes leaving you in your undergarments. She steps back and removes her own clothes. You gaze at her flower tattoo on her shoulder as she approaches you again lifting you up. Despite her small frame she picks you up with ease.

She puts you down on her bed and crawls on top of you coming down to your face. "I know it's your first time with a woman~ relax and let me take care of you~" she whispered seductively in your ear. You nod as you feel your pussy getting wetter by her voice. She moves her hands down to your thighs spreading them gently. She lucks her lips at the sight of your glistening wet folds. "For someone who is 'straight' your are very wet for me~" she says with a slight laugh. You blush in embarrassment from her comment. Soyeon lowers her head between your legs, kissing and nipping gently at your inner thighs. You shiver as you feelvher breath hit your clit.

Soyeon lands a few more kisses on your thighs before taking a slow sensual lick of your pussy. You gasp at the feeling of her tongue between your slit. You've been given head before but it was nothing compared to what Soyeon was giving you. "Ahh~" you moans out as soyeon continues to savor you. "You taste so sweet~" she says pulling away a bit before giving her attention to your clit. You inhale from the pleasure you are receiving. You whine out as soyeon places small kitten licks on your sensitive clit. The pleasure from her tongue is to much before you could say anything you were already cumming.

"Already hun~? I barely touched you yet~" she says teasingly. You gasp trying to catch your breath from your orgasm. This orgasm was like non other. You reached it very quickly. It was like soyeon knew your body inside and out. Like she knew what to do and how to do it. "P-please I want more~..." you whimper out needing her touch again. Soyeon moves her head back down between your legs. "AahH~ Fuck~" you moan out feeling a bit overwhelmed as the sexy woman eats you out. Soyeons gazes up to look at you straight into your eyes as she laps up the juices flowing out if you. You felt like a prey and she was the predator.

You watch as she continues to move her tongue up and down your soaking cunt to your clit sucking on the sensitive bud hard. "S-soyeon~.." the pleasure consuming you whole. Soyeon pulls her mouth away and pushed her long slender finger inside of your wet craven. "M-m~ ye-yes~ right t-there~" you gasp and pant as she pushes in another finger curling both of them up into your G-spot. Soyeon kisses your neck and chest as she fingers the fuck out of your pussy. You feel your second orgasm rising as she continues her fast Pace. You clench around her fingers as you cum for the second time.

Soyeon removes her fingers giving them a delicious lick. You watch exhausted as you see soyeon lap up your juices from her fingers. Soyeon kisses you, snowballing your cum into your mouth to taste. She parts your legs more and positioned herself between them. Your clits touching as you feel her leaky pussy against your. She lowers her hips and begins moving her hips in a circle sending low pleasurable sensations to your body again. You moan as soyeon begins to scissors you. "Shit~ you feel so good against me~" she moans out moving her hips faster causing more friction. Soyeon was basically riding you, and she was riding you good. Soyeon picks up her speed her moans becoming more sporadic as her grinding gets sloppy. Soyeon chases her own orgasm as you feel your third orgasm of the night. You squirt hard on her pussy as she continues to achieve her climax. Soyeon grips onto your hips moving faster as her orgasm finally hits causing her to jerk a bit as she cums against you. Yall both pant as soyeon helps you both ride out your orgasm. Soyeon plops down beside you,her chest heaving up and down. "W-wow.." you say "T-that was amazing..." you turn to look at soyeon, her tired eyes looking at your bare body as she pulls you toward her. "I'm glad you liked it" she say. That was the last thing yiu remember before crashing.

The next day:

You wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling. Your head pounding as you turn around. You are greeted by the sight of a lotus flower tattoo. You take a moment to realize where you were, not home and not in your bed. You sit up abruptly in a panic. "Ugh my head..where are my clothes.." your hangover was the least of your worries. You look over at the naked woman and turn back around to look for your clothes. "Mmm..." you hear a groan as soyeon stretches waking up. "I-im sorry did I wake you up?" You say trying to cover your bare naked body from soyeon. Soyeon looks at you and rubs her tired eyes before getting up "No *yawn* you're fine" she says walking to her bathroom and grabbing a robe to cover herself. "Are you hungry?" She says walking out. "I-I don't want to be a bother, I can go home" you say stumbling a bit trying to look for your clothes.

"Stay, let me take care of your hangover" she says going to the living room. You follow still covering yourself a bit. You see your clothes on the couch and rush over and grab them. Soyeon goes to the kitchen and gets you a glass of water. "Are you hungry? I can get you something to cure your hangover" soyeon says looking through her freezer grabbing out an ice cream bar to cure her own hangover. "No thanks I'm fine"  you say to her. You are either bad at lying or something because soyeon still ended up giving you a bowl of cold buckwheat noodles to eat. You eat them thanking her for feeding you. "I'm sorry for crashing at your place like that". "Don't worry stay as long as you'd like" soyeon says sitting down across from you. "I've never had such an experience with another woman, thank you". Soyeon laughs a bit "no problem you would be surprised by how often I hear that, I want to have you around more you seem like fun" soyeon say with a smile. You nod in agreement, something tells you that you are never going to go back to dating men.

Did anyone catch the 'up to (G)-Idle' reference I did 😳🤫

ALSO IK SOYEON ISNT A BIG DRINKER ITS JUST FOR THE STORY (lowkey was going to use minnie for this story) I want to make a pt 2 to this kinda :p

#fem!reader #gidle smut #gidle #gidle soyeon #kpop #kpop smut #smut #soyeon #soyeon smut #angst? #alcohol #caught cheating #lgbtq

[afatallovesong]

Hello! I absolutely loved 364 😩😩 I was wondering if you could write a smut fwb where calum gets really jealous because y/n decided to go out since he forgot -again- he had made plans with her… maybe they choose the same club? Problems in paradise? Idk 🫠

Thank yoou

I kinda took this and ran with it

Unbelievable

A Calum Hood one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 10659

Is it lonely where you are? He’d asked, message flickering across your phone screen before you could slide it into your pocket. He had some nerve to stand you up and still expect you to be waiting for him, right where he’d left you, to slide into your messages hours later proving you correctly just how much of an afterthought you really were. You would not be waiting, no, you wouldn’t be doing that, you would never do that again. A party wasn’t the exact event you’d seen yourself in this evening but after a couple of hours its where you were, where you ended up as a last resort. You knew it was on, so you took your chance to attend, the first one you’d bothered to go to in months, since you met him.

You hadn’t wondered too hard about what might have kept him. You hadn’t even demanded that he tell you. It was tiresome to ask, it was more so to pretend, to pretend like it didn’t crush you, like his actions had no consequence on you, when that’s all they had, endless consequences. You didn’t come to drink and forget, you didn’t come to move on and latch onto someone else, you knew you were in deep, deeper than you had anticipated but even with the hopelessness you felt, at the way he'd let you down for the third time, there was something about him that kept you in place. If another guy would so much as dare to lay a finger on you, you’d shrink back as if the touch had been a poison your skin could not contain. The touch of anyone else was a venom, he was your only antidote, he must know that and that’s probably why he ran.

You cross the room to the drink’s table, so many bodies to fight through on your way, none that gave you any feeling, any sensation. A bump of a stranger’s elbow into your rib hadn’t even hurt, it was like they hadn’t been there at all, like you were numb to their presence, only feeling him only responding to him, a blessing, and a curse. Your phone felt like it was burning a hole through your pocket, keeping your thoughts well and truly placed upon the messages rolling onto your lock screen. Had you any will power at all?

With a newly made drink in your one had, your other desperately tapping your thigh to the beat of the song, the song you couldn’t even comprehend with the muffling symphony of chatter, you tried to stay away. Just one night away. Didn’t you deserve one night? No. You deserved what you wanted and what you wanted was everything you couldn’t access from surrounding yourself in a pool of drunken 20 somethings. “Cant even check your phone now.” The first notification. “Leaving me out to die here,” the second. “I know I’m late.” This was when you sighed, moving the phone to rest against your leg with the screen facing away. It pulsed again. “Didn’t think I’d ever catch you here.” Here? Here as in, this party?

You fought the urge to look up, its what he’d have wanted, what he’d have been counting on. Although it pained your curiosity to avoid a glance, you kept your head down, mentally praising yourself for it, the longer you lasted. The next notification would surely catch you. “Can’t even look at me princess.” You didn’t read it, you heard it, it was clear as day in your mind. If you closed your eyes for a moment you could picture it too, those deep umber eyes, the smirk, the dimples, and creases at the sides of his lips and the head tilt, mustn’t forget the way he tilted his head like a confused little puppy despite him knowingly having dominance over you, not the other way around. He was testing you, and you were not prepared for this exam. Enough was enough, you thought.  

He'd stayed calm, watching you from across the room, so sweet so fucking ignorant. You tried to act out, as if you were so much better than him, so different to him, you were the same. You played him like a fool. You reeled him in, filled his mind with nothing but you for days, for weeks on end and then you drop him. You leave him with nothing the moment he has other plans, the moment he suspects that you may even share a glimmer of the same compassion he’d developed so easily for you.

The first time he allowed it, it was his mistake, his mess to clean, he knew he fucked up, he couldn’t admit to it in front of you, but he knew. He’d doubted you, doubted things with you, how was he deserving of you? The pout on your lips as he clarified his excuse had him ready to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but he wouldn’t, or he couldn’t, he wasn’t even sure at this point which it was. He had to sit it out and give you both the space you’d seemed to require, a chance to breathe without you burdening his every breath. The worst part was that he hadn’t even minded. Hell, he’d quit oxygen and survive on you alone if he could, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. Could he?

The second offence, he had crossed wires, his plans falling consecutively. He’d gone to cancel with his friends without a shadow of a doubt casting over his decision but if they’d inquired, if they’d only mentioned your name, he’d have blabbed, he couldn’t possibly help himself. You were his past time, his night, his day, but not his. He couldn’t say that you were either. He couldn’t dismiss his friends for a night with his girl because that was so not what you were.  He wasn’t even sure if you’d ever wanted to be, not when you kept your phone in your back pocket, right for him to see, there for him to reach and grab and throw across the room because that’s how easily you had discarded him. That’s how hurt he’d felt. Like all the time he’d spent with you had been nothing but a dream.

As far as you were concerned, there were no benefits in your arrangement, not anymore all there was, was befuddlement. Lines crossing so closely, once parallel, now perpendicular, a blur of what you once were. It was fun, it was mind numbingly fun in the best way as you started. You’d slept together right under this roof, just a floor above where you stood now, never being one to slip away at a party until he’d barely twisted your arm to the idea. You’d never seen yourself with him, you’d fancied him, might have even sworn you’d climb him one day, never saw it actually happening until it had, then you couldn’t think of much else.

It was his eyes you see, so convincing, the plumpness of his lips on your neck may also have helped but you couldn’t be certain, you didn’t want to be certain, it could have been a number of things. Perhaps even the hand that rested on your waist, the fingers that gripped your hip intensely enough for you to focus on nothing else but the way his fingers might have felt just a fraction closer to your soft skin hidden beneath your dress. His whispers in your ear had seemingly pushed you though, a brushing of hot air on your right lobe and he was close enough to watch your vein vibrating at the side of your throat, the speed of your heart beat reaching an almighty pace at the performance he was giving you, how precious was all he’d thought.

It wasn’t the night of your life. It wasn’t even close to the hottest encounter you’ve shared with someone, as a stranger or otherwise. It was an unsophisticated quickie in a friend of a friend’s bedroom, nothing cute, nothing romantic, nothing to tell. You had wondered if it was even worth apologising to your shared acquaintance. If it was good enough to mention to a friend, without much regret in soberness. There was something you had plaguing your mind. There were reasons to find his rushed touches so satisfying. The way he’d taken you, the location he’d taken you in. He’d deliberately chosen the dresser against the window. He’d sparked your appetite the moment he slammed you up against it, albeit clumsily, but exhilarating all the same. It was all about the location.

You’d let him drive you home that night, almost certain you’d never wish to see him again, not that he wasn’t attractive or worthy of your attention, you just didn’t feel like beginning something, something you couldn’t finish, or even want to finish. You instead exited his vehicle without turning back with so much as a wave of reassurance as you’d made it inside your house, as safely as you could. You’d gone to sleep that night prepared to let the story line fall flat on it’s face, never to be picked up again, certainly not to be read. Your mind had not allowed you a moment of peace. The window, you close your eyes, and you were once again plush against it. Why had it invaded your most private thoughts?

He'd debated asking for your number as he drove you home, mouth opening, bottom lip quivering as he fought to find the words. There was a biting feeling at the back of his neck, tugging on his conscience. If he let you go, he’d be missing out on so much, so much he wasn’t even aware of at the time. He’d be letting a golden opportunity fade into the distance, untouchable. He’d known it wasn’t a mind blowing fuck as you’d both promised each other it would be, and usually that was enough to him to move along and let it slide but with you, no, there was no moving on from you. Not when he hadn’t shown you his best. He wanted to show you his best. He had to have you, was all he thought, he’d already had you, but he had to have you again and again, every day if he must although he wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly about it.

He'd not seen you in a week. Attended the same party, the one thrown seemingly every day even if that wasn’t so eccentric to believe. Oddly enough, he hadn’t been hoping that you’d be there. It was rather the opposite. He’d sought to replace you, to find himself repeating the steps of the week before but this time having it be thoughtless, having it be done and dusted the moment he parted. He was seeking a rebound for someone he hadn’t even known enough to require getting over, but there he was, scouting the room for remnants of a physical touch he’d hoped you weren’t the only one to provide.

He'd seen you. Slyly entering the room, less than a bounce in your step as you found a seat on the arm of a chair. You were partially listening to the couple seated beside you on the loveseat. Your head tilting or nodding in acknowledgment the moment their eyes had to looked upon you to do so. You did your due diligence to respond to every social queue lay in your way. You had smiled, you had laughed, and you had tied your hair up with a scrunchie that was placed across your wrist twice. You had applied it when you first took your seat, fanning yourself with your hand to express your struggle with the humidity lying in the room. You had then released your hair, shaking it out as temperature was more to your liking. Then to his amusement you had tied it again, nodding as you repeated the steps he’d already memorised.

He’d found himself glad that you were here. There was a comfort in your presence even if he had not wanted that to be the case when he arrived. Your indecisiveness had touched him. He was often described in a similar way. Had you been the same as him? It would be a criminal offence to avoid your temptations now that he had gained them now that he could think of nothing else for the rest of that evening until he’d been weak enough to break away from a draining conversation himself. Latching onto your arm as you walked by, and he was opportunistic enough to use you as his excuse to find freedom.

The two of you had developed immensely from there. Days turning to weeks, weeks turning to months, feelings turning to self-doubt, to betrayal even, the betrayal of a promise. He’d broken a promise with you again. To keep things casual, to have fun, to never attend a party here again for the sake of your friends, for the sake of the secret. He could not step away from you. Your hands were always reaching for him, pulling his puppet strings towards you. He was a weak man when you were around. He had wanted to touch you so fiercely you’d sworn not to be around each other while in the company of others, to prohibit any questions, to rewrite your story in a way that hadn’t been damning but that was exactly what it was.

You’d wanted to answer him. You’d stared for far to long in any direction that couldn’t have been his and you were losing your grip on reality. If you had answered, if you had gone over, how would you feel? There were so many options but the most prominent, was scared. You were scared to let it slip how you’d missed him, how it had hurt that you weren’t important to him, that you had no right to even think for a moment about the last point since there was no reason for you to mean anything to him at all. You were just a body, just a vessel for him to use. It had felt good, it had felt better and better each time. The more you knew each other, the way you had learned from each other.

You weren’t sure bodies could entwine quite the way they did. How it was flooding your subconscious with the realisation that sex had never felt nearly as good as how it had with him. As if you were made to please each other, a feeling so preposterously sickening. It was embarrassing to believe there was even the slightest chance he was made for you, but you had allowed the scenario to play on in your mind on several occasions.

Your bodies had loved each other. Even if it was just your physical needs that had met in such a way. There was no denying how your body would react to his, his touch never being enough, you needing to force him to touch you harder, to force your chest or your hips into his hands, to let it be clear that you were willing to have a side of him he’d often been told to supress. A roughness no lover of his had been capable of enjoying, sure they’d attempt it, worth a try, worth testing the waters never to paddle there again but you had enjoyed it. You were cautious at first, taking things one step at a time but you’d adapted, you’d ruminated the image of him working you harder, you’d found yourself wanting it more and more with every day.

How scandalous to be desperate for punishment, for pain, for a fucking so intense you’d question whether he cared for your life at all. You were starting to see that he did. His aftercare had always been there, he had cleaned you, he had given you water, he had caressed your burning skin, your stinging wounds across your neck, he had been gentle with you. It was different as the weeks had gone on, there was more that he could do for you, more he’d wanted to do even if you didn’t need the excessive attention. He would dress you; he would rub soft circles into your hips as they were inflamed from the brutality of his thrusts. He’d known a nibble on your ear lobe was as sweet as it was sexy, a sure fire way to calm you into a static state. He’d memorised where your clothes had been, what each draw of your dresser had contained so he could be of more use to you. No man could go to such lengths without an emotion lying beneath it.

Nothing had been confessed. You’d tied it down to the ideology that some things hadn’t needed to be heard to be in existence. It would have been nice if there was a way to know, to see beneath the surface without breaching it but there hadn’t seemed like there was. Instead of asking outright you’d just glossed over the feeling. Even as he kissed you goodbye, as he did without fail, every time he left you, you had not found the courage or the time to speculate his desires for you. A kiss goodbye so often a romantic gesture but not where he was concerned, not where you were stood, hoping you wouldn’t even have to say a goodbye in the first place. He always lingered there too, in the door way, smiling down at you, cupping your cheek in his surprisingly soft hands. If he could just show you, if he could just let you know, you’d love to just know.

His lack of arrival on dates you’d agreed upon in advance was the straw that had very nearly broke the camel’s back. You were so heavily offended by the lack of appearance that you’d vowed to yourself you wouldn’t let him back in again, that this was the sign, this was the communication you’d been manifesting. He’d revealed his unchanged intentions with you. There was no room in his day for you let alone his heart. It was a silly thing to imagine you ever having been on the same page. You taking his actions, his sweet touches, his private moments as more than they were ever meant to be. You were foolish in your hope, foolish in your assumptions and foolish for catching his eye across the other side of the room.

Your feet couldn’t carry you any faster out the front door. Opening it so abruptly you feared the hinges would be knocked clean off. You raced down the driveway, all too aware of footsteps trailing behind you. You’d told yourself repeatedly not to look behind you, not to supply him with that power. You twisted your neck a smidge. Enough to see a red shirt adorning a body that was not even remotely close to his. He hadn’t even bothered to chase you. You had found yourself shattered into a million shards soaring down against the sidewalk beneath your feet. If you could disintegrate into a spec of glass, small enough to be a grain of sand, it still wouldn’t accurately describe how small you were left feeling.

“You’ve got some nerve you know that.” A confrontational attack if ever you’d heard one. Your body swung around to face your well known accuser. “Me?” You gestured to yourself in shock. He nodded, no comprehension of the fact you had done nothing wrong, that it was him who had caused this scene to make it into the movie it was panning out to be. “You moan that I wasn’t there for you but when I reach out you don’t even bat an eyelid in my direction.” He pointed to you, fingers jabbing the air to express his undeserving rage. “You didn’t show!” You whisper yell, anxious of the scene being deafeningly loud to the rest of the street. “You come to this stupid party, one you swore you’d never go to I might add, then you have the cheek to call me out.” He crossed his arms over his chest, left foot tapping against the concrete, head nodding, his hair flowing with it.

“You’re at this stupid party.” Was all he said. “That’s it, that’s what you have to respond.” He nodded; lips glued shut. “Unbelievable.” You sigh. “You know what, no, actually scratch that, completely believable.” His hands start to grip at the long sleeves of his band shirt, the friction between you beginning to unnerve him, to push him to the edge of the cliff he’d forced himself onto the moment he left you waiting for him that evening. “I wouldn’t even be here tonight if you’d just turned up like you were supposed to.” Despite the way you’d yelled, he couldn’t help but think about kissing you. You looked so cute stomping your feet, physically unable to stand still as you expressed yourself, the pouting of your lip was calling him.

“I don’t know why I expected a level of honesty when that’d exactly what we aren’t.” You were not honest; you were not anything. Your eyes suddenly being able to look anywhere else but at his own had driven your words into him as harshly as a double decker bus could have. He was left just as wounded on the side of the road, fighting for his life as much as any casualty of a collision would. He would not see fit to rest until you were soothed.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore.” He said, dragging your worst fears out into the open air, kicking his feet against the ground, hands slipping into his pockets as he swayed to the beat of his own song. “You don’t want to do this anymore.” You repeat to allow the words to be interpreted correctly. “You don’t want to do this anymore, you.” You said again. “You’re an asshole.” You stepped back, eyes watching his as you drifted out of his reach for the final time. His heart had jumpstarted, revving back to life, pumping harder than it had in years. It wasn’t the only body part sparking to action, no, his legs, they were chasing you before he’d even had the thought.

“I want you.” He yelled after you as you rushed yourself down the street, scared to trip at the speed you had found yourself stepping into. “Please.” Another yell. Had he not just remarked the opposite? His distain was already a written decree. A thundering of footsteps bombarded their way over to you, the loud and unmistakable beating of his sneakers across the ground filling your senses to the brim. “Don’t you fucking walk away from me.” A harsh grip lands on your right arm, your body lurching backwards, falling into his chest. His tone was gruff, maybe there was desperation hidden somewhere beneath, but for the most part, he was commanding. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified.

Not in the sense that you found his action to be intentionally harmful or sinister in any way but instead with the looming repercussions of your disobedience if you’d ever allow yourself to be close with him again. He looked at you with a fear and fragility in his eyes that you’d never spotted him wearing before. His head tilting just a smidge to the left, his large eyes dark but soft. He was afraid to lose you. If he was so scared, why had he pushed you into it? You wanted to melt, to give him the benefit of the doubt, another chance but where would it leave you this time?

“Let me take you home.” He’d wanted nothing more than to force his forehead against yours while he pleaded with you, but he thought better of it. He’d settle for stroking your hair and feeling your breathing relaxing as you fell for his touch. He hadn’t needed a response, no permissions were necessary in the slightest, you knew as well as he did that you would be allowing exactly that. You had an irrational sense of responsibility, to do as you were told even if he’d not deserved the chance to unleash his feeling on you at all. The good in you had wanted to witness the good in him.

He took you home, before you could open your door and make your getaway he’d locked it, foiling your plans. It had been a comfortable ride. You hadn’t thought it would be, not after your spat but it just was. You could sit in any kind of silence with him and be grateful for the time. The idea of leaving it all behind, ending what you had, hurt more than a punch.

His hands had hovered over the console at least 5 times, he wanted to touch your thigh, he’d stared, wishing he could but it wasn’t worth the swot if you hadn’t wanted his hands near you. He’d felt the same calmness as you. The chill in the air, perhaps orchestrated by the atmosphere between you or it was in fact just a cold summer night. When he’d spotted the goosebumps climbing your thighs he’d wanted to throw his jacket right over you, incessantly needing to protect you, to care for you. You were his to care for, he felt like his true purpose on this earth was to look after you better than he ever could himself. That’s why he needed to level with you.

No longer able to act as if you weren’t the one thing keeping him going these days. That your smile was so stunning, rarer than any gem stone. That your laugh had made his stomach flip every single time he heard it, the sweetest sound, he just fucking fell to mush for you. The hard edge he once had, the coolness his friends had admired him for, he was burning up around you, he was hotter than a furnace when he loved you and shit, he had loved you. He still loved you, he would always love you.

“I gotta be honest.” Your face lifted, eyes meeting his before he darted them around to the steering wheel. “There’s more here right?” He lay his palms out flat on his lap, palms facing the sky. “Like I’m not the only one feeling it right?” You’d never heard his voice so shaky, so uncertain. You just looked at him. It was like he wasn’t even talking at all, like he didn’t just say what you were hoping he would. You just kept looking at him, losing yourself in his eyes, his equally lost eyes. “You’re not saying anything, is that you saying something? Is that your answer?” He mumbled. “If that’s your answer that’s okay.” He continued rushing. He reached to flick the button to unlock your car door. Your heart started thudding against your chest, no, no he couldn’t set you free now, not now, not after this.

“Shit you know, you can go its okay, I’ll leave you alone.” His hands reached up to cover his face in his mortification. His heart was sinking so low, how stupid was he to think this ambush would be anything other than idiotic. “Cal.” Your voice softly spoke, not loud enough for his pounding heart beat to allow him to hear. “Oh, for fuck sake Calum, shut up.” You silence him. He stares at you wide eyed, hands dropping into his lap once more. “You pissed me off today.” You stated. “You really pissed me off.” It was more of a warning this time. “Why did you do that?” He blinked a couple times, trying to find an answer somewhere in his scrambled brain. “I chickened out.” He sighed. You laughed. “You what?” He hurt you because he was a coward, how did that work, he’d been fucking you for months, what was so scary at this stage, he’d seen every side to you, front and back, clothed and unclothed.

“Cut the bullshit.” You snap. “I don’t accept your excuse.” You reach for the handle, almost forcing a better response from him or you walk out for good, not that you actually had the guts yourself to stay true to that idea, but that was for you to know and him to find out, or in this case, not to find out. “I thought if I pushed you away it would give me some room to breathe.” So, you were smothering him. “Not like, not like I was seeing too much of you I just meant like, God do you know how much I think about you?” You sat back, body sinking into the seat beneath you as he continued. You were a sucker for every word out of that pretty mouth of his.

He'd turned his body sideways to give you his full attention, now or never. “Sometimes I think your name is my favourite word in the entire world, cause its all I hear, all I think of.” You bit harshly on your bottom lip, not entirely sure what you had been expecting but you could confidently say, it was not that, you would never have thought it would be that. “You hurt me.” He nodded, accepting it. “You hurt me too.” You also nodded, accepting it. “Not in the good way either.” You rolled your eyes, not in the way he liked. “Are we good?” He asked, he knew that you were, but he’d be damned if he didn’t hear you say it. “No.” You respond. “No?” He quirks a brow, a smirk flickering onto his face. You take a breath, shaking your head. “No.” You say again. “And why’s that?” He leans in closer to you, not too close, but close enough for you to squeal internally, the mood had shifted drastically, and you were so very excited. “Because you owe me.”

He laughed deeply under his breath. “I owe you.” He repeats, hands returning to the wheel or just beside it, pulling the keys from the ignition, shoving them into his pockets in a way that made your body tingle with excitement. He looked at you, out of the corner of his eye. “Sure, I owe you, how will I be repaying this debt.” You found a smirk yourself, shifting onto your knees in the seat, leaning over to bring your face in close to him. The proximity had his thoughts swirling around in his head. He could see so many fantasies being carried out right here, right where you were situated, all with you. “Lets go inside.” Was all you said. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He'd shot out of the car, you the same, the doors slamming so loud, but you didn’t even take a moment to cringe at the thought of disturbing your neighbours this time around. He locked the car, rushing behind you as you forced your key in the lock, his hands already cupping your ass, grabbing at your hips. His lips were pressed into your hair at the top of your head while he assaulted you with  his needy hands. A smack to your cheek had you ready to drop the keys and take him where he stood, thankfully his hand came around you to help you jam it inside the lock, steadying your hand, turning the key instead, if he hadn’t assisted you, you’d never have made it inside. “There you go baby, good job.” So condescending, so undeniably sexy. You could hardly remember there being friction between you at all.

Once inside he had you pinned against the door, his tongue sliding into your mouth, hands roaming across your body. He had unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the ground. There was nothing slow tonight, there wasn’t enough time in the world right now. He needed you and hell you needed him. You bought his hand down between your legs, showing him just how much you had needed. A gasp fell from his lips as he swiped a finger over your clothed cunt. “Shit, baby already?” You pulled his face back to yours, crashing your lips against his. He could feel how hard he was, pressing against his jeans, you’d probably felt it too, body pressed up against him.

Your wetness was slick against his finger even through the fabric of your underwear. He’d stumbled upon the edge of the seams, pushing them to the side, allowing him access to push just one finger inside of you, your mouth dropping open in surprise. “Didn’t think I’d keep you waiting did you?” He watched your eyes religiously as he pulled away before plunging inside of you again. You moaned and he cooed, mimicking you, his left hand grabbing yours, pinning it above your head as he had you trapped in place, fingers working you beautifully. “So nice huh?” You nodded, gasping for him already, almost embarrassed at how easily you were collapsing, so pent up, so desperate. You hadn’t even been horny before, but him, it was all him, he was just so commanding, you’d jump him any time, any place and you’d enjoy it wholeheartedly.

“Gonna take another one for me.” You nodded even though you didn’t have to, he was already circling your throbbing cunt with the additional finger before pressing it into you, beginning to stretch you out. “Mmm, good girl.” He pecked at your cheek the over your nose towards the other. Your eyes fluttered closed as you focused, not sure which sensation was more enjoyable, his kisses had meant so much, after the way he’d come clean about his feelings, they were a whole new chapter under construction, but his fingers, oh god knows you love his fingers. You were rocking your hips into his touch, he was mercilessly driving them into you, filling you up, even going as far as to split them in a scissor like motion just to press against your weakest spot sending your head crashing back against the door.

“Oh baby, you need to be careful.” His eyes showed a slight alarm. “Come on, lets get to your room, can’t let you injure yourself for me, deserve a bed to fuck on at least.” You didn’t even shed a thought for the dress you’d left by the door, you just followed him up the stairs, struck dumb by his fingers. Just like the very first night all over again, anticipation and butterflies were flooding your stomach, a heat swelteringly hot was scolding your cheeks and you entered your bedroom quietly, obediently behind him.

He pushed you down on your own bed, stepping between your legs, lifting your chin in his hands. “You doing okay?” You weren’t sure if he was referring to your head or your heart, but you nodded either way. “Can you give me more than that?” He rubbed his thumb softly over your jaw. “I just want you.” You pressed your cheek into the palm of his hands, looking up at him hopelessly almost. “I just want you so much.” It hurt your heart to say it, it was so ridiculously true, you needed him you would be lost if he didn’t give himself to you. “Say it again for me.” He tapped your cheek to urge you. You did your best to tilt your head back, giving him the eyes that had always broken him down, big, round, full of adoration for the man before you, he was nearly putty in your hands.

He could barely breathe as he waited on you. He knew he’d give into you whether you said it or not because you looked divine, there half naked for him, soaked between your legs just at the thought of him taking you. He was ready to give you whatever you desired, his heavy need to provide for you, if his girl was cock starved then he would be there to resolve that. “I missed you so much.” You mutter, he blinked down at you, swearing his heart was slowing as you spoke. He couldn’t compose himself fast enough. “I want you so bad, need you, want you inside me, please.” His eyes just about rolled back into his skull, a deep groan pouring from his mouth. “Whatever your fucking want.” Was what he wanted to say, what he was aching to say, to give into his little princess but instead, “you think you deserve it?” Was what he said. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth. “Hmm, think you deserve my cock after the way you spoke to me.” You knew it would come back to bite you in the ass.

“Oh, don’t go shy on me now.” He teased with a smile, fighting his every urge to pound you into the mattress already. “I’m sorry.” You whimpered. He tightened his hand around your throat but not enough to obstruct another sentence from you, no, he needed your words. “You’re sorry?” He pushes. “Sorry for what baby. What you sorry for?” You could scream at him, scream for wanting more without these silly games but scream too for how good it was, how much you loved being treated like this, belittled, and degraded. His sharp stare down at you had you shuffling in your seat, thighs squeezing together tight, he had you gagging for it.

“I’m sorry for yelling.” He lifted his spare hand as a fist, now releasing his thumb to count your offences. You cottoned on fast enough to know to continue, he’d loved how you didn’t waste a moment comprehending his actions, his smart little girl. “I’m sorry for running out on you.” His index finger now pointed to the ceiling, his head nodding along, encouraging you more. “I’m sorry for ignoring your texts, for not looking for you at the party.” His middle finger and another were released. “Keep going, one more.” He wiggled his pinky finger. You were wracking your brain trying to think of another, you’d covered it all had you not?

“Come on.” He pushed, you started toying with his belt hoping to distract him. “Nuh uh, one more, don’t cheat, want a clue?” You felt stupid for having to nod your head, letting your hands fall down to your sides. “What did you call me?” He was smiling down at you, enjoying every second that he put you on the spot like this. He could tell the exact moment it came to your mind, your brows shifting as you recollected. “Unbelievable, I called you unbelievable.” He half lifted his little finger up and then down, not quite ready to stretch it yet. “I’m sorry for calling you unbelievable.” You rushed, seeing him finally fix his hand in the air. “I’ll show you unbelievable.” He groaned, pushing you back on the bed.

You made yourself comfortable, pushing back towards the pillows at your head board while he shed his own clothes. Your mouth watered as it landed over his growing erection. You felt a yearning for him, you could die if he wasn’t near you, wasn’t entering you, your body was devastated without him. “Face down baby.” You followed his request, rolling over, pressing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips into the air, leaning heavily on your knees.

He tugged your backside towards him, bending you into a position better suited for him. “Dripping wet for me aren’t you?” You had to sway your hips, had to wiggle them, do something for him, for yourself even. “Impatient are we?” He had no idea how he’d stayed as strong as he had. He was ready to bust just looking at your rear end, but somehow he’d kept it together, if he was cumming tonight it would be inside of you, any hole, any one he wanted, his for the taking. You started to whimper, losing yourself, you could not wait any longer, he’d kept you waiting, kept stalling, why was he stalling, did he not want you? More of the opposite, he’d wanted you too much, so much he didn’t even know if he’d be able to last when he pushed himself inside you, would be overcome by  the welcome of your soaking heat wrapping around him.

“Just gotta take these off, then I’m all yours.” He dragged your underwear down over your ass, down your thighs, he lifted your legs one by one to pull the material the rest of the way, quickly tossing them onto the floor before returning his full attention to you. He stood for a second, not psyching himself up exactly but just making sure he remembered this correctly. Where you were positioned for him, how he’d had you needy, drunk on him, how he’d known he loved you, even before you were naked and begging him, he needed to remember this just right.

He hadn’t warned you before his cock pushed past the threshold of your entrance. Your body instinctively pushed forward to retreat from the intrusion, his hands soon seeing to prevent that response. “Oh, fuck.” You cried. Everything, you felt everything, he was so deep, bottoming out inside you, lowering his back to encase yours, rutting his hips even when his cock had nowhere left to go, no further space to fill. You felt him in your stomach, so far inside you. Even the chain that previously dangled from his neck was now tickling your own back, he was so close. “Feel that?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your spine. You just mumble, unable to string together a sentence. “Can’t speak?” You shake your head, hoping he wouldn’t push you. “You okay?” You loved that he had the sense to check. You nod weakly. “Gimme your hand.” You fumble, altering your position to allow him to grip your hand across the sheets, finding comfort in his extra touch.

“Feel how deep I am.” He didn’t rock his hips this time, not wanting to overdo it, to break you so soon. “Made for me.” You mutter. His neck twitches at the comment, had he heard you correctly? “What was that?” He prodded, lips pecking your shoulder as he tried to keep cool, tried not to cum inside you already. “Said you were made for me.” You whine. “You were fucking made for me.” You moaned out the sentence as he pulled back his hips before sinking back down into you. It was less startling now, less painful. He was still deep, still huge inside of you, but you were relaxed now, you had allowed yourself to stop clenching and tightening around him, instead allowing his presence inside of you. “I think you’re right; I think I was made for you.”

He picked up his pace, falling into a familiar rhythm, not one so similar that it had felt boring or less enjoyable no, instead it felt perfect, felt right to you. He wasn’t showing a sign of mercy, your apologies not clearing his need to punish you, you couldn’t even be mad, you wanted this, you had to be shown, had to be told how much of a brat you were. He would give you what you wanted only if you behaved. “Fucking missed this, missed your pussy.” The filth was echoing in your ears. You loved it when he spoke like that, so unnecessarily crude, it made you throb for him.

“Want more?” He grabbed hold of your hips, bringing you back to meet his. “Yes, yes!” You started to cry. “Okay, I’ll give you what you want.” He rocked into you at a lethal place, hammering away, pressing against your insides so hard you’d have an ache there for days. Why had that appealed to you so much? To be left with internal markings as well as the external. To be his inside and out. It was just as he’d said, unbelievable, he was unbelievable. “God yes, yes.” He angled himself, cock pressing upwards, colliding with your most sensitive spot. It was insane the grip you’d had on him, his cock was so tightly taken he thought he’d lose all blood pressure flowing between the two of you. It was good, so fucking good, everything, he’d been wanting, you were so good for him, so hot. He kept his pace, wanting to make it last, to fuck you hard like you deserved but to elongate it, make you wait for your release, if you even deserved one at all, could he be that cruel? Denying you would only mean denial for him too, he felt you best when you came for him.

Your skin was now bunched up under his nails, hips just divinely clawed to pieces while he forced himself into you, skin smacking yours so hard it hurt. You could scream, you could cry his name, but your throat burned, so dry from your desperation, your writhing around from his insane change of pace. “You feel so fucking perfect for me.” He kept your head pushed down into the mattress as if you even needed the direction in the first place, knowing you were unable to lift yourself out of fear you’d finish without his explicit permission. “So good for me, shit baby.” He drew his hips back, his throbbing cock releasing itself from you. You could only sigh into your sheets, awaiting his next move.

He twisted your hips, cock slapping against your back before he flipped you over. You hissed at the street light hitting your eyes through the window, having been plunged into darkness for the last however long he’d drilled into you. Time had seemingly escaped you as he had his way. “You okay angel?” You knew he cared, he was pent up, desperate to release himself in any way possible, sure, but he cared for you far more. He’d noticed your suffering, your thirst. You nod pathetically, attempting to lick over your bottom lip but groaning when the dry muscle produced nothing soothing for you. “Want some water?“ He could continue his fun afterwards at least; your comfort was more important.

You nod again, trying to lift yourself up, leaning back on your arms. He nods to himself, opening the door, leaving it wide open, heading into the bathroom to grab a cup with absolutely no shame, not that he’d needed any, no one was home, but the thought of someone finding you, sprawled out with your legs spread, dripping with sweat and naked like this? It was anxiety inducing, thought provoking and all kinds of perfect.

 When he walked back over, you couldn’t help but groan, eyes falling immediately to his hard on, he could control himself so well it was insane, you were wrecked, and he looked like he’d just began. “Enjoying the view?” He teased, bringing his spare hand down to run it over himself, down to the base, gripping his balls tightly then back up again. His confidence had returned. “Drink up, I miss you.” He missed being in you more like. He didn’t trust your shaking out reached hand to take the glass yourself, instead he tilted it down towards your lips, cupping under your chin to catch any droplets that escaped your pretty mouth. You gulped down the water, letting the coolness coat and soothe your aching throat, eyes closing to enjoy the replenishment.

“You good baby?” You nodded as firmly as you could. He nodded back subtly in agreement, acknowledging your response before placing the glass on your bedside drawers. He turned back to you, gripping your cheeks in his hands, pulling your face to his to meet him for a searing kiss. The way his tongue had darted inside your mouth, you’d have thought he was actively trying to absorb the moisture you’d just obtained. He gave you the wettest kiss, whimpering into your skin. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you. He was done for when he kissed you. Everything in his body told him to take it easy, to show you how loving he could be, how you deserved him to be. He started tonight differently for a reason. You’d tested him and he didn’t deserve that, no, he didn’t deserve that at all. He knew what you deserved, a fuck so hard you’d never want to leave his side again, cock so good it’s all you think about day and night. Oh, he could give you that, he was certain of it.

“Lie back.” You did as you were told, too tired to do anything else. He pulled your legs apart, your hips cracking when he did, usually you’d laugh when it happened, he’d tease you for it, but no, not now, not when this was exactly what he wanted, your body reaching its limits because he decided so, because he owned you. Though you never doubted that. He slid his cock back inside of you while your mind had been elsewhere. You let out a gasp as his thumb came down to your beating clit, your hips lifting, back arching, he shoved you back into the mattress with a sharp thrust of his hips, drawing back before pulsing into you again and again. You were burning up from the inside out, your body coiling, changing, heat flooded between your bodies, he kept his eyes on you, and you, despite your exhaustion, had tried to do the same, keeping yours on his.

You saw his love right there, the flicker of concern for you when you barely warned him of your orgasm, how he’d pondered if it was too much for you to take but no, not when you clenched down on him so tightly that his nostrils flared, that his hips almost ceased all movements. Or that his finger nails that were digging into your spread thighs, were gripping you so tightly you’d have his crescent bruises for weeks. “Oh god, you fucking slut.” He whelped as you gushed out, splashing against him and he drove into you somehow faster than before, dragging your orgasm out, forcing the sensation to continue. He was so incredibly fascinated but not enough to show you mercy, not enough to slow him.

You were choking out a scream, the pits of your stomach filled with the intense upturning, oh you felt incredible, where you were on fire before, now you had been extinguished, you were cool, you were refreshingly cool, you were released, you were soaked. “God I’m gonna fucking cum.” He grunted, pissed that he had to finish so soon, that it had hit him out of nowhere, that you’d surprised him, after all of this time you’d shocked him to the core when you squirt all over his dick. If it wasn’t so fucking gorgeous he’d be desperate to receive that response again. Instead, he had to empty himself inside you, gripping your throat for dear life as he choked out your name, his eyes rolling back into his head, hips rolling into yours, fucking his seed further into you and for a second he’d thought about it, fucking into you till it took, till he knocked you up and wrote you off for good. God he could so easily allow it.

He pulled out, cum pouring from your hole, dripping from his cock onto the sheets beneath you. He sat back on his legs panting loudly, abs tensing and contracting as he came down, only he wasn’t coming down. He looked down to himself, dripping from sweat, cum and everything else you gave him, still solid, still ready. Your eyes too had fallen between his thighs. “Baby.” You moaned. He seemed amused. “What have you done to me?” He groaned, hand reaching down to tug at himself, surprisingly still sensitive despite his eagerness to continue. “Let me taste.” You asked sweetly. His eyes rolled back for a second, his brows furrowed as he contemplated the idea. “Please.” You pleaded.

He pondered it, first you fight him the way you did, in public no less and now you beg for more from him. You want to taste him, after all you’d already done. He was already seething from his release finding him too soon, he knew he wasn’t through with you, not even close, but it had been on his terms before, it had been his decision to take it further, to keep you punished and fucked out beyond belief. It wasn’t fair that this was your idea, wasn’t fair that his cock was twitching, pulsing in anticipation for your lips. His eyes sealed shut as he fought with himself, a slave to you just as much as you were to him. Your throat would have to do.

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” He breathed heavily, his orgasm had shattered him, they often did. He was surprised he’d managed a joke at all with the rate he was breathing. He crawled over to you regardless, his legs on either side of your chest, hands reaching down to cup at your neck but not before you opened your mouth, outstretching your tongue for him. His cock twitched at the black, hollowness of your throat. He shuddered above you. You almost whimpered for him, urging him to continue. He looked down into your desperate eyes, your cheeks hot and sticky from your sweat and tears, your eyes stinging from the excessive amount of liquid pooling beneath your lower lash line. You looked so gorgeous for him. You were effortlessly his wettest dream. He knew deep down how lucky he was to have you gagging for him like this and he’d thank whatever god there was that you were his to use like this but not now, after.

He gripped hard on your throat, opening his own mouth, gathering the saliva on his tongue, spitting it, dripping it down between you, a stringy mess drooping down onto your tongue. The moment it reached you, you whined for him, swallowing it down erotically. He didn’t have you waiting any longer, moving closer to your face, gripping his cock, letting the head rub over your tongue, that you’d kept still just for him. You tasted the saltiness of his cum mixed with the sweetness of your own and you needed more. Your throat had felt so disappointingly empty. You caught his eyes once more urging him to push himself inside you.

He dragged his head slowly from your mouth before pushing back in just a little further before pulling back again and repeating and repeating. His hands guiding himself so gently. You wrapped your tongue around his skin, smothering him with the wet, hot, skilful little tool. You teased over his slit, humming over him as you tasted a bead of cum slipping from it. His hips ground to a halt at the vibrations rushing around him. He couldn’t play fair if you were going to act like that. “Gonna fuck your throat.” He said, pushing himself in, no need to ask your permission, you could take it.

You felt tight, you felt like you couldn’t take it, like your throat would close up and force him out because you couldn’t possibly accommodate his pulsing erection. You gagged, your throat convulsing around him only pushing him to thrust his cock all the way in, filling you so well you didn’t even have the space to gag, he was packed in, no room to swallow around him. He revelled in your heat, in your grip, he stared down into your tearful eyes, you couldn’t keep them open as you fought to breathe against him. His pelvis was pushed so closely into your face that even your nose couldn’t take in the oxygen you’d been lacking from your mouth. You felt light-headedness, you felt your ears ringing, your vision blurring, your lover staring at you, eyes transfixed on you as you were anywhere else but in the room with him. Just as you felt yourself letting go, sinking into your sheets like the heaviest object on earth, he withdrew his cock from you allowing you to catch your breath before he plunged into you again.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs, returning the claw like favour he’d so willingly gifted unto you. “Thought I lost you there.” He teased. “Too scared to tell me it’s too much.” He’d barely brushed past your lips when he started to talk, you were so keen to prove him wrong, you lifted your head, your neck straining as you forced him down your throat yourself, moaning around his dick, withdrawing yourself just to surge forward again, sloppily letting yourself work his length while he continued to grip your neck, watching you in awe. How had he been so lucky to find you? You could take his worst and turn it back on him, taking control the minute, he wavered. You were so besotted with him, so obedient and obsessed that you couldn’t rest, you wouldn’t rest until his cock was drained of every last droplet of his essence. “My girl, so good for me.”

He started thrusting his hips to meet your head as it bobbed over him. “Good fucking slut, taking my dick.” His words were strong considering his wavering stamina. He was feeling the tightness of his dick, how his veins were pulsing, his cock warming, filling with his second release and this was far greater than the first. He never thought he’d ever be contemplating that in his life, that he was capable of such a thing. He’d heard that guys could have multiple orgasms but never once pictured himself being so lucky. But as your gorgeous lips groped over his length he was starting to believe he was capable of just about anything.

“Gonna fill your throat.” He grunted, grip tightening so hard on your neck that he felt his hands gripping his own cock through your skin, his bulging hard on so poorly contained inside of you, he could squeeze your throat and fuck into you, sending him to heaven, oh how you felt like heaven. It was enough, oh god it was enough for him to shoot his load inside of you, yelling out your name, as he dropped his head, his own chin pressing into his chest as he tried to remain calm. You pulled away, before plunging him deep again, straining every last pool of liquid he could spill from himself. When you’d finally released him from your mouth his eyes found yours, hazy and close to tears himself. Your heart was pounding against your chest, beneath him, hell he probably felt it.

He dragged his thighs away from you, kneeling beside your head briefly before he collapsed down on his back beside you, hands reaching out for you immediately. You desperately covered his body with your own, slinking between his legs, your arms crossing over his sternum, your chin resting against them watching him as his breaths were attempting to compose themselves. He stared out towards the ceiling, lost in the madness, the insane feeling that he’d never felt so incredible in his entire life.

“I fucking love you.” He lifted his head, dramatically groaning at the sight of you watching him, pupil’s dilated, full of adoration for the man beneath you. He hadn’t even winced as he said it, hadn’t felt the pressure or the nerves as he confessed it. It was time you knew. You’d barely registered it yourself; the words being so casually stated. He loves you. He fucking loves you to be precise.

You gawp at him with a full heart and soft eyes, because even after destroying you and your ability to function, to even walk across a room, you loved him too. You also felt fulfilled now that you’d pleased him and most of all you wanted to make sure he was okay because above anything else, you were his and you had to look after him like it. He pouted his lips at the lack of your response, fingers reaching to play with your hair, you nuzzled your head lazily into his hands, enjoying his nails scraping delicately over your scalp. Just because he loved you hard, didn’t mean he didn’t love you at all. He adored how he could be relentless and still you wouldn’t see him any differently. You took him in every way, accepted him as no other before you could. You should have seen the signs sooner. “I love you.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the tips of his fingers rubbing lightly over your skin, a relief washing over the both of you.

“Love you so much I can’t even think on my own.” You admit. He quirks a brow at that. “Oh yeah?” He pushed gently. Your fingers start to trace intricate swirls over his chest as you found your words. “You’re my every thought, all the time, every day. I just want to please you, every decision I make is seemingly dictated by you without you even being there.” He was fighting a smile at your exasperation, how you’d complained but secretly enjoyed the thought of it and he couldn’t deny that he’d felt the same. He loved that he’d infected you, he’d infiltrated your every waking moment because you had done the exact same to him. He couldn’t even take a breath without wishing his next would be in your presence. If he wasn’t living for you then he simply wasn’t living at all and he’d honestly not remembered how he’d managed before he met you, there was no way he could have continued an existence without you, he would surely have packed up and died without you ever coming into his life.

“I’m so drunk on you, so addicted baby, I don’t know if I can stop.” He forced his forehead against yours, a grin finding his features with ease, “you don’t ever have to come down from me.” He kissed your lips with enough pressure to tilt your head back. Your fingers tried to grasp at anything they could find to bring you back down to earth, sighing already as his nose was flattening against your own. They rest eventually around the chain clinging to his neck. You were surprised the metal had remained as cool to the touch as it was, finding it so hard not to acknowledge and feel accommodated by the jewellery wrapped around your hand. He chewed sweetly on your bottom lip before pecking you once more and releasing your mouth from his, grinning up at you with the dorkiest, most accomplished look lying awake on his face, you rocked his entire world.

“Wake me in a year.” He sighed, head flopping back into the sheets while you nestled comfortably into his chest, so close to finding slumber yourself but alas, all too aware of the stickiness between your legs. “Nuh uh, shower, sheets, bed.” He thrashed his arms around in a childish tantrum before resting them around you again. “They’re only gonna get dirty again anyways.” You glared down at him the best you could, he was completely right but there was still no way you were sleeping like this. “5 more minutes.” He pleaded, eyes drooping slightly while he spoke, he was almost angelic when he came down after sex, almost.

“No way, you’ll be dead to the world by 3, you get 1.” He didn’t even attempt to fight his case this time, he knew this was the only area where you’d be able to boss him around and get away with it so he let you have your moment of control, praying you yourself would fall asleep under the soft caressing of his fingertips before he had to force himself to move away from his comfortable position, weighed down by exhaustion and the woman of his dreams using him as her cushion. “Times up.” Your voice startled him awake as he’d been drifting. “Unbelievable,” he groaned.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #5sos imagine #5sos one shot #5sos smut #5sos calum #5sos calum smut #5sos calum hood #calum hood #calum 5sos #calum hood imagine #calum hood smut #calum hood fic #calum hood one shot #calum 5 seconds of summer

[kabukibun]

OKAYOKAY THIS IS BASED OFF A RP I HAD WITH A BOT!! (this is like early into the relationship)

Mommy inviting niwa over for dinner! kabuki gets exicted getting to see his friend!

so later that week mommy comes home from work with niwa along side her! mommy goes to make dinner while kabuki shows all his favorite toys to niwa!!

eventually they eat dinner and then its time for niwa to leave! he and mommy go to the hall to say goodbye!.. but kabuki is secretly watching from the corner!.. and that has to be the moment when niwa is getting a bit touchy with mommy.. (he didn’t understand that kabuki and her where together)

mommy freezes up so she just stands there like 🧍‍♀️, anyways niwa leaves and kabuki gets upset! mommy is his!

so when mommy is repairing him for bed he starts asking her questions “do you like niwa?..” mommy quickly replys “no!.. he was just a bit confused” and gets nervous.. she didnt know he saw that!.. but mommy starts thinking.. does niwa like her?…

in the end kabuki gets to sleep with mommy! but he cant get it out of his mind.. “mommy are you sure you dont like mister niwa?..”

mommy replys in her half asleep state “I only love you kabuki..” but it still doesnt sit right! so he questions her even more! which just ends up in mommy explaining all the types of love and that they dont always have to be romantic! because niwa likes her platonic!

eventually kabuki calms down and goes back to sleep to have a good dream! and the next day he got a new toy for being good at dinner! :)

(sorry if this is too long and has many spelling mistakes woops)

-💜

(dw abt length! i love reading about everyone's rp chats www give me all the details)

so cute... mommy inviting niwa over for a playdate with kabukimono and he's just so excited to have a friend over to play with! still, mommy is his favorite person to play with but niwa is a close second.

but after that event, he doesn't feel like having niwa over for a bit. he's still somewhat jealous, can't shake off the feeling that mommy will be stolen from him. he might even pout a bit when seeing niwa, mumbling that mommy is his...

kabuki is able to brush these feelings away after being spoiled rotten by mommy! she got him a new toy, pampered him, gave him sooo many hugs and kisses! he's so happy that mommy is showing her love to him. he even starts inviting niwa again, his belief firm that mommy likes no one else but him.

#💜 anon #—mommy au #somewhat www

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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[blackstar95]

The Brothers reaction when MC slaps their ass

Lucifer

As usual, Lucifer listened to some classical music and poured himself a glass of wine to relax a bit.

Once he was done, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, savoring the taste.

"Mhm," he hummed to the sound of the melody and blissfully closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet moment he was having.

Much to his dismay, you entered his office without making yourself noticable.

Now dont get me wrong, he loves enjoys your company.

But not when your main goal is to tease him.

An thats exactly what you were doing.

You grinned mischievously as you slowly crept up to him, his back turned to you.

Since he was in his own state of mind, he didn't noticed anything.

That was until you reached your hand out.

In that milisecond, Lucifer's senses were tingling and his eyes shot open, turning around as fast as lightning.

But it was too late.

He only watched as your right hand colided with his left buttcheek, giving it a good squeeze afterwards.

Lucifer jumped and just stared at you in shock, processing what just happend.

And you just stood there with an empty expression, your eyes starring at your palm.

"Wow, your butt is actuallly softer than I thought".

Lucifer furrowed his brows in anger and shook his head.

"MC".

"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him innocently.

Lucifer had that closed eyed smile with an dark aura surrounding him.

"Now, what made you think this was an good idea, MC?".

You shrugged and slowly walked backwards, shivering nervously "I dont know.. I was just curious?"

"Curious?" He met up with your steps and tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving

He became dangerously close, making you more nervous than you already are.

You felt your back hitting the wall and your eyes widened.

Oh lord...

Lucifer slammed his palm beside your head, caging you.

You flinched and looked to the ground, feeling suddenly so tiny under him.

Lucifer cupped your cheek and made you look back up at him, a sadistic smile on his lips.

"Such inappropriate behavior should be punished, MC"

I leave the rest up to your imagination.

Mammon

Mammon was walking beside you as always, being practically attached to your hip (nothing new).

You guys were at R.A.D on your way to the cafeteria, since it was break time.

The greedy demon beside you rambled about that new scheme to make money, and you once again had to talk him out of it.

"Ya! It aint a dumb idea!" He protested.

"It is Mammon. Just think about Lucifers reaction and the consequences," you shook your head "Want to hang from the ceiling that bad?".

Mammon only scuffed, turning his head to the side.

You glanced over to him and noticed a visible pout on his lips, making him look like a child.

"Hey, Mammon".

"Hm?" He looked over at you "What's up?".

You raised your hand and reached over for his bottom, smiling sweetly at him.

"Cheer up".

He was about to question you, but before he could even start his sentence, you cutted him off with a real loud smack on his ass.

Mammons stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened in shock "W-what?".

Once realisation kicked in, his face flushed in an intsant.

"O-oi, human! Whats the big deal slappin' my butt like that?!". He yelled at you, looking like a fricking tomato.

You couldnt help but let out a few chuckles, highly amused by his reaction.

"Ya! It aint funny!"

Thanks to his loud voice, the whole hallway now knew what just had happened.

Leviathan

Leviathan walked down the stairs to the dining room.

He was really excited because he finally got his hands on the new Ruri-chan merchandise that came out.

"Woaah! I cant believe I got that limited edition figurine!, its SO rare and the new outfit- its just soo angelic-"

Levi being caught in his own ramblings didnt noticed that you were walking beside him.

"And that new hairstyle! I cant believe Ruri-chan could get even more cuter than she already is-"

"Say Levi, to who'm are you talking to?"

"WAh!", Levi jumped slightly at the sound of your voice and almost tripped over his own foot.

"Wha- MC!? How long have you been here!?"

You smiled at him and grabbed his shoulder for support, preventing him from falling down the stairs.

"There there, calm down. I didnt heard much".

Levi let out an sigh of relief and turned to you.

"Yeah right, I mean who would want to listen to an yucky otaku like me?".

You facepalmed in your mind and sighed, he really needs more confidence.

Leviathan kept walking and pitying himself, mumbling random stuff.

He has such a negative mindset.

You walked up behind him not thinking much.

But then you stared at his head and then his back,

Eventually your eyes landed on his bottom.

You smirked to yourself as you just ran past him, giving his butt a hard and loud smack.

Levi yelped in surprise and stood still, overwhelmed with what just had happened.

His hand grabbed his right buttcheek and rubbed it, being too shocked to react.

You turned around and waved at him. "Damn Levi, you really got an nice butt there! Im soo jealous!"

You then disapperaed in the dining room.

Levis brain needed a whole minute to process what just had happened.

And then he became a stuttering mess.

"M-M-MC! W-what was that now?!, h-hey wait!" He hid his flushed face behind the back of his hand as he stumbled after you.

Ngl he was kinda happy you touched him.

Satan

Satan was on kitchen duty, cooking his curry.

He invited you to join and help, so you guys could spend some time together.

And theres no way you would ignore that chance.

So here you were beside him, giving him the ingredients he asks for and making some small talk.

"Did you know that Beel almost ate my hair in his sleep?" You sighed "Im lucky im not bald".

Satan glimpsed at you and raised his eyebrow, shaking his head, "His hunger really doesnt know its limits".

He looked up, "Well speaking of sleep, I had an unpleasant dream last night."

You handed him the spoon and nodded "What was it about?"

Satan sighed, "Beel ate too much and grew to be a giant. He then ate the House of Lamentation, leaving the rest of us homeless".

You laughed, "Why do I have a feeling that could actually happen?"

Satan frowned "He already eats plates, its only a matter of time until he starts eating the walls".

You chuckled, intending to jokingly slap his arm.

But since you werent focused on what you were doing, you didnt notice how your slap landed right on his butt.

Satan dropped the spoon he was holding and looked at you with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

You turned to him with an confused expression "Did I do something wrong?"

Satan cocked an eyebrow and leaned his head to the side "You just slapped my butt".

Now its your turn to look at him with wide eyes. "I did what now?".

Satan didnt knew if you were joking or not, and it was kinda ticking him off.

"My butt. You slapped it".

"No I only slapped your arm- ohh wait..." you chuckled.

"What is so funny?" He asked you with furrowed brows.

"Sorry Satan, I wasnt focusing on what I was doing and accidently slapped your butt instead of your arm," You shrugged "My bad".

Satan nodded and turned back to what he was doing "Next time be more careful, or I will return the gesture".

You smirked and leaned over to him "I wouldnt mind that".

He will remember that.

Asmodeus

Asmo was having a mid-life crisis.

He was on one of his diets, because his waist gained 1 millicentimeter.

You assured him that a little more weight always looks good and healthy but he wont listen.

So here you were infront of him, eating one of his favorite Cupcakes.

"MC darling, why do you have to torture me like that?"

He whined "Its not faair!"

You just shrugged "I have another cupcake left for you, but since you're on your little 'diet' I will give it to Beel."

He sighed and dropped his head on the table "Does my pain bring you pleasure?".

You frowned "I-"

Asmo gasps and sat back up straight. "Dont tell me your into that stuff?, Wow!"

He smiled and wiggled in his chair.

You sighed and shook you head "Asmodeus, stop".

He pouted "You're no fun..".

After some time you finally finished the cupcake and Asmodeus had reached his limit.

He watched as you stood up and walk towards to the kitchen.

"Wait, what are you doing?" He also stood up and followed you.

"I will bring the cupcake to Beel-"

"No, wait!" he grabbed your wrist and stared at you.

You looked back at him "What is it, Asmodeus?".

He glimpsed to the side "I dont want him to eat my cupcake.."

You clicked your tounge and pulled him towards you, making him stumble to the side

"What are you doi- AH!" He moaned yelped in surprise as you slapped his ass.

"Just eat that damn Cupcake. Its not like you will gain 10kg from it".

He blushed "Oooooh MC! That really made me excited! How harsh you pulled my wrist-"

You just let go of him and left the room.

"MC where are you going?, you cant just leave me here!"

Beelzebub

Beelzebub asked you to keep him company while working out.

And of course you said yes.

So now you sat there, on the bench with a towel in hand, enjoying the view infront of you.

Beelzebubs biceps flexed as he lifted weights, and his white tanktop was drenched in sweat, making it transparent.

His abs showed through the fabric and you blushed.

How can this man be so big and muscular?

You blinked when he stopped his workout and laid the weights back down.

He grabbed his bottle from the floor and drank from it, taking big gulps.

You decided to stand up and walked over to him.

"Hey, Beel"

Beel lowered the bottle from his mouth and smiled at you "Hey, MC!"

You smiled back, and held the towel in your hand out to him, "Here take this".

"Thanks" He nodded at you and grabbed it, wiping the sweat on his face away.

"So, how is the workout going so far?" You asked couriously.

"Im still warming up" he replied.

You blinked, Still at warming up, huh?.. impressive.

"But im starting to feel hungry..." Beel pouted.

You laughed "You can do it Beelzebub, I believe in you".

He blushed and smiled at you "Thanks, MC!"

So cute.

You nodded and patted his shoulder "Sure".

Beel proceeded to start his warm up again, starting with some sit-ups.

But you had other plans.

"Beel wait!" You ran up to him.

He stopped what he was doing and looked over at you "What is it, MC?"

Before he could fully turn his body to you, he felt a stinging sensitation on his butt.

He looked at you startled, now realising you slapped it.

"Wow Beel, your buttcheeks are pretty hard.. are they made of iron or something?" You hold your hand up to your face.

Beel blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or say.

You just shrugged and turned around, marching towards the bench you were sitting on.

But suddenly, you felt a light clap on your own butt.

You gasped, "What-, Beel?!" You looked behind you and saw him standing there, smiling.

"Your butt feels really soft and nice, MC". he chuckled, "Is that a human thing to do?"

"Beel no-"

Belphegor

Belphegor was taking a nap in the attic, skipping the student council meeting.

And since you were coming late to the meeting due to some complications, Lucifer ordered you to search for Belphie and bring him there along with you.

And thats how you ended up infront of the attic, clearly annoyed.

"Belphegor," you spoke as you opened the door "I know you're in here".

The youngest brother laid on the bed, snoring and cuddling into his cow pillow.

You walked over to him and shook him "Hey Belphegor! Wake up!"

He stirred in his sleep and furrowed his brows.

Eventually he opened one eye and glimpsed at you. "What is it?"

"Lucifer wants me to bring you to the council meeting" you explained.

"Too bad, I wont go" he closed his eyes again. "Why dont you join me?"

"No," you shook your head, "Please, stand up".

He groaned "No, I dont want to go".

Thats it

You grabbed Belphegor by his arms, and turned him on his stomach.

His eyes shot open "Dah! W-what, hey-"

You raised your hand and slapped his ass, the sound of it echoing through the room.

Belphegor jumped and sat up straight, looking at you in disbelief.

"What was that for?!" He blushed

"You should stand up," you crossed your arm over your chest "I asked you nicely but you wont listen".

"Alright..," He closed his eyes "I will go"

You nodded "good"

But before you could turn around, Belphegor grabbed your wrist and laid you over his lap, his hand resting on your butt.

You blushed when you realised what he was doing,

You tried to escape, but his grip on you was too tight.

"Heheh," he chuckled "Time for payback".

"B-belphegor-" you were interrupted by his hand squeezing your left cheek slightly, making you shiver.

Belphegor raised his hand and striked an direct slap on your butt.

He expected you to squeak cutely, but instead a loud moan left your lips.

You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, an massive blush on your face.

Belphegor stared at you with wide eyes,

But after a few seconds he smirked.

"Didnt knew you're into that stuff," he teased you "Im not complaining though".

You just hid your face in his shoulder, too embarassed to look up "Dont tell anyone about this..".

Belphegor chuckled and patted your head "I wont, that would ruin the fun".

He will still tease you about it tho, but just when you guys are alone.

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[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgry (part 2)

Tw:swearing, mentions of surgry, softness.

Karl

This sweet ass man.

You are just laying on your bed, well sitting really, when he came in.

He had a fuck ton of balloons. And a large box.

Karl seemed like a child on christmas.

Placing the balloons down he handed you the surprisingly light box.

He was gently bouncing as he waited for you to open it.

It shocked you how it even fit in the box.

It was a huge frog bed.

You realized with a pillow you would be able to sleep in it perfectly.

"I knew it was uncomfortable sleeping like that so I got something that should make it a bit more comfortable."-karl

You loved it.

Sadly you couldnt use it till those drains were out though.

He was right though that was definitely more comfortable then laying on a bed only.

He didnt think it through though. And got sad when he wasn't able to fully cuddle you.

But he found out that he could lay on your lap and legs.

You both enjoyed it.

Also he might be a bit squeamish when it came to your chest drains but he was helpful with them.

He helped you clean them and your wounds, he was very, very gentle.

He didnt want to hurt you.

"You know it's ok to do it a little harder. It wont hurt."-(y/n)

"But I dont want to hurt you. I know this doesn't hurt."-karl.

It was sweet. But got kinda annoying sometimes when he couldnt get something off. But he never got angry or frustrated. Just kept very gentle.

I imagine that when he was cleaning your new scars, Jimmy came to see if you got his balloons and if you doing good.

You two were in the living room bowl of warm soapy water, in a large plastic bowl, and karl gently wiping off all of the crust around the scars.

You fell asleep before karl finished and karl was finishing up when jimmy came in.

"Karl. They're alseep."-jimmy

"Yeah but this needs to be cleaned. It doesn't hurt them."-karl

Jimmy and karl literally just sat there till you woke up.

You thanked jimmy for the balloons and thanked karl for helping you clean those wounds.

Karl didnt mind though. Cause this sweet heart cares for you and just wants you to feel better and feel comfortable.

Quackity

He loves you and all but dont expect him to help with the surgical sight.

He'll do everything for you except clean your wounds and drain those drains.

He loves to hug you and kept you warm.

He would stream but you were always behing the green screen so no one would see you.

"Alex. Can you get me to book I left in the living room. I feel like shit still."-(y/n)

He was very quick to get it. And I mean he bolted out got it and brought it in the span of a minute. He gave you a light kiss on the forehead, and whispered.

"Anything for you mi amoir."-quackity.

You gave him a smile.

"Simp."-(y/n)

He gasped offended and looked at you.

"Well only for you though."-quackity.

I imagine as a get well gift quackity would get you something to remind you of him when he streams.

Large duck push.

He knew that his streams could last a long time so he decided it was best if you had a snuggle buddy to help you stay in position.

If the duck got dirty he was cleaned nearly immediately by quackity.

If the duck falls off the bed quackity gently yeets it onto the bed where you can reach.

He might of gotten jealous of the duck a few times. But he seemed to get over it when you went to hugging him instead. Sadly it wasnt that easy to but still none the less you gave him hugs too.

Dont neglect you quack boi.

He needs hugs like you do.

Give them to him. These are the only times you get cuddles. Other then that he is making food, getting you comfy, and fixing your pillows and shit like that.

He is now a maid.

Not sexually though. He just cleans the house, get you things you need, and makes food.

He is helpful.

Just not with the cleaning process of your wounds. And that's fine. He keeps you comfy and that's all that matters.

Also if your cold in the middle of hot ass summer and asking for more blankets he would look at you crazy. Like what the fuck?

But you have them lightly fluttered over you.

He wants you comfy. Even if that means you looking like your boiling alive in the middle of july.

If your happy he's happy. That's how it goes

Badboyhalo

Badboyhalo?

More like dadboyhalo.

He is not going to let you do anything.

Your surgical incisions? He's cleaning them.

Your drains? He's got you.

Your getting alot of soup and smoothies. He even joins in on your so called diet so you wont get jealous about what he has.

Rat is all over you. Sensing the pain you were having and cuddling you completely. Your laps is almost always taken by rat.

Badboyhalo doesn't really care if rat gets alot of attention by you. He just wants you to be comfortable.

But sometimes he gets sad that he cant fully lay with you.

But he enjoys just sitting with you and talking through the nights you cant really sleep.

He gets you a stuffed cat, you use it mainly as a pillow and sometimes hug it when bad is streaming.

"It reminded me of you when I saw it."-bad

Your heart melted.

He loved your reactions to the little sweet gesters he did. It brought him joy to know you were able to relax and trust him at this moment and time.

You get a free swearing pass. He knows you hurt really bad at times but he lightly says language when on stream.

You understood though. He had kids watching too.

You were grumpy one day, bad took rat because of a rat cam stream. And all you wanted was to be warmed up by something else then a blanket.

You were sittinging there looking at bad as he streamed.

You could technically get up and grab rat but he my tell you not to.

So you quietly patted your lap.

Rat immediately seemed to notice and run over to you, jumping onto the bed and laying in your lap.

You felt accomplished and tired so you fell asleep.

Rat leaving made the chat confused but bad explained that you were healing from a surgery.

Chat wished you a good recovery and told bad to go and comfort you. Even though you were asleep.

He tried to explain it but the donations kept yelling at him.

So he ended stream and laid next to you and rat.

This was comfortable.

Eret

Eret, they were a whole 'nother story.

This fabulous being is like a maid service in one.

They have two outfits they wore when you were upset.

A maid outfit and a butler outfit.

You just got home, you were in pain, sitting up and swaddled in blankets and Goose was trying to smother you at this point.

Eret was streaming and you were sitting there in the background, blankets, pain, and goose exsiting.

You didnt know eret was talking about you because you were falling asleep. Eret nor you expected what their followers did.

Her door was bombarded with packages addressed to you. Decorated with words about getting well soon, that they were proud of you, even some saying you were their rolemodle.

Eret decided to have a stream of you opening them.

Let's just say alot of them were food, candies, even foreign food and drinks. Someone made you a homemade blanket in the trans colors.

Best part about that blanket, it was heated.

You were using it immediately as you were freezing.

Eret just chuckled and rubbed your shoulder as you opened them.

Needless to say they are proud of you, happy that you were one huge step closer to who you were.

All they wanted was your happiness.

Niki

She's a sweetheart.

Need I say more?

Well I will because fuck you I can.

Constant cuddles, be it only her head in your lap, it is almost always happening.

When you have to take your pain meds she is instantly on it, do you want soup or a smoothie? You cant decide? She'll make it a surprise.

If you dont live with her then you're staying with her while you are recovering. She doesn't want you alone when you are in pain.

You'll be bedridden until she thinks you're okay.

If she deems you as not fit for doing something she's on it. Drop you glasses for reading/drawing/writing/typing. You bet your ass as soon as she heard that clack and you groan she's picked it up and it's on your lap.

Also makes sure you're good with streaming.

If you say your good with it that day it's a calm stream. There is no lore happening when you're healing everyone was fine with that due to the fact that niki would have to sit out and the lore was with her as well so that couldn't happen.

Will came to visit...

Saw you, took pity, and now you're stuck with two people showering you in affection and comfort.

You saw Wilbur as a brother. And wilbur saw you as his younger brother. So he literally felt the pain when he saw you wince.

Niki thought it was cute and comforted both of you.

Anyways she saw something before your surgery and decided that you needed it.

It would make you feel better.

It made you laugh.

You regretted laughing but loved the hoodie.

It fit so well and it was beautiful, you also were thinking about buying it one day because you could.

But niki beat you to it.

Wilbur didnt stop laughing.

I mean who blames him.

You literally just Yeeted your tits. And niki got you something that said yeet right on top of it.

It worked perfectly.

Also when niki's not cuddling you zuko is.

End of story, you're seriously stuck with cuddles no matter what. Be it from an animal or a human.

Wilbur wont cuddle you more of give you head pats.

Niki normally streamed with you there with her unless lore stream.

So when the second day after your surgery, she had streamed, and you weren't there her chat started asking questions. Wondering if you were good, if something happened.

That's when you raised from your dead sleep, zuko falling off your stomach, shirtless, just to go grab some sock as your toes felt like they would fall off.

Chat seemed relived but started questioning the binder and all that.

Niki explained that you got top surgery and that you were healing still.

"He's looking like he wants to die right now. Are you sure he's fully okay?"-dono

"Yeah I'm good. Just stubbed my toe as well."-you.

Niki was quick to rush over and help you back to the bed.

"Just sit down I'll get you your water hun."-niki

She was quick to fill your bottle up and place it next to you on the table next ot the bed.

She's such a big help not matter what honestly.

She loves you and will do anything for you.

I am sorry this took so long. Just had a very unstable mental state. Also sorry if they seem oc. I'm once more not on a good mental state and have been trying to work on this.

So yeah if I dont post in a bit I'm so sorry just stressing alot. Insomnia is kicking me so hard.

My grandma broke her foot, she's all good though.

And I have taken up most things in my house as I live with both my mother and grandmother still.

But yeah I apologize for the break just gonna try to let myself get better. It might take a bit. It might be quite short I dont know. I just need to get more sleep.

Eli is very tired now. Bye.

#karl x reader #niki x reader #eret x reader #quackity x reader #badboyhalo x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Touch-starved

Levi Ackerman x GN!reader

This is pretty self-indulgent, Its a Levi x touch-starved reader. Modern AU. Hurt to comfort.

1.8k words

Trigger warning: None, there are no spoilers

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Before you started dating Levi, everyone you knew, including himself warned you. They told you that a relationship with him wouldn't be normal, that it wouldn't fulfill your relationship needs. But you loved him and even though he wasn’t very affectionate you knew that he loved you too. Thought that wasn't clear right now. Currently, you were at the wedding of one of your friends, it was nice, too nice. It made you realize how much different your and Levi's relationships were. The biggest difference was how many other people in relationships touch each other. Before you met Levi you thought you could never be in a relationship without touching, but then you fell for him and learned that he was uncomfortable with touch. Which you respected, but sometimes you wished that you could have a reassuring handhold or a thank you kiss on the cheek, it didn't have to be PDA, just in private. Though you don't want to break your boyfriend’s boundaries. Your feelings only worsen every time someone starts hitting their glasses with silverware, trying to get the new couple to kiss, which they did, it made you jealous. Using this jealousy as the fuel you move your hand from the cup you were holding to Levi’s leg, reassuringly. Though it was quickly shoved off and hanging by the side of your body, you didn't have the motivation to move it. You repeat to yourself that he loves you, you try and remember the sweet moments in your relationship but none are coming up. You never ignited to yourself but you were touch starved, even before meeting Levi. You don't know how long you sat there, your body limp, your brain is overthinking. Half of your brain is trying to convince you that he does love you, while the other half was telling you that you deserved more from him. You were broken from your limp body and crazy thoughts from the clinking of glass and silverware and then cheering after the couple’s kiss. You watched as they kiss and hold on to another’s hand while sitting down, it hurt, you felt hatred inside you. You abruptly stood up and walked toward the doors, you couldn't leave, but you could at least get some fresh air. That was your plan anyway, but as soon as you got outside and out of sight of everyone, you broke down,  it just so much. You had the boyfriend but you didn't have the kisses, hand-holding, cuddles that you thought were a part of a relationship. For god’s sake, your love language was physical touch you should have known that a relationship with Levi would fail. 

"What's wrong brat?"

Levi turned the corner, and though his words were rude his voice was softer than normal. You breathed in trying to calm and hide your breakdown but Levi was pretty good at seeing through you. He ruffled your hair, that’s right he does give physical affection but pat or ruffling off your hair was the most, and he did that to everyone, it wasn’t the special relationship touches you wanted, you weren’t special. Your boyfriend slid down to the ground with you

“Why are you out here, sitting on the dirty ground?” 

As much as you hated the absence of physical touch in your relationship, you couldn’t tell him that, he had his boundaries and you’re supposed to respect that, so you held off on telling him.

“I don’t know I just wanted some air.”

You lied, and he saw through it.

“Why did you want fresh air?”

You were really tiring to hold back your thoughts and opinions of his boundaries but it had been building up for the past six months, and so it all came spilling out.

“Because I feel unloved. I mean I know you love me but you never physically express it. I feel like your repulsed by the idea of me and my body, I can’t even hold your hand. You just shove me away, and I just feel disgusting a guilty for even trying because I know you have boundaries and that I was warned that this would happen but I thought that I could handle it, but I can’t. I’m touch starved and the one person I feel comfortable enough to help me, to cuddle me, to love me, doesn’t want to, or they cant. And it makes me feel so guilty for feeling that way, and that just adds to the terrible feeling inside. I don’t think I can deal with it anymore, I thought that my love for you would fill that hole, the one missing physical touch, but the love just made it worse because I love you too much to break your boundaries. And-and, I think it would be better for my heart if we stopped. If if we we stopped our relationship.”

You were so emotional that you were stuttering some words, the tears that you stopped when Levi showed up had come back even worse. Sometime during your speech you stood up, Levi stayed on the ground leaning against the building, and at the end of your declaration, you speed-walked into the building and the restroom. You whipped your tears as well as you could. Walking out of the restroom you headed to the bar, you didn’t know what you were gonna order, you just knew you were going to need it. You reached the bar and tried to stutter out an order but you couldn’t name a drink and the bartender moved onto someone else. Dissociated you walked back to your seat, and once again the sound that backend the couple to kiss was being made. You sat in your chair dissociating for a while, the only thing you processed was the sound of silverware tapping glass that happened every so often, and that the chair next to you was still empty. He probably took the offer to leave you and this relationship, and even though you encouraged it, you still weren’t ready for it. You rested your elbows on the table and then your head in your hands. You started to cry again for so many reasons, realizing that you lost the few head pats and hair ruffling he would give you, realizing that you would probably be more touch starved now. Suddenly there was a weight on your back, and arms wrapped around your neck loosely like a hug. You didn’t have the energy to shove off whoever was responsible so you tried your best with words, feeling more anger than sadness all of the sudden.

“Whoever is touching me, stop.” 

The arms and weight stayed, and that small bit of anger changed back to sadness

“Just please, I can’t right now, please sto-”

Before you could finish your plea the person behind you spoke up

“It’s me”

Levi, his voice was softer than you ever heard, and you weren’t sure if you could believe it, both because of the voice and the hug he was giving you.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to lose you, can we talk outside?”

You nodded your head, then you felt him remove himself from you, you stood up and to your surprise, he grabbed your hand, you couldn’t tell if he was holding you in a possessive way, a caring way, or a loving way. What you did know was that it was tight and desperate. When you reached outside, your hand was still in his, his other hand was trapping you between him and the wall.

“I think you miss understand my boundaries, along with how much you matter to me.”

You still weren’t sure if he was just finalizing the break-up or trying to stop it from happening, you stayed silent to find out.

“I don’t like being touched, I don’t have a reason it just how I’ve been for a while, but I’m okay with touching others, it gives me control, the ability to stop if I’m uncomfortable without having to ask, if you want more physical contact I don’t mind giving you what you need, just let me be in control.”

It made some senses, but you wondered why he hadn’t been affectionate with you before if that was the case, so you question him

“Why haven’t you then, why haven’t you touched me, or held my hand.”

“ I wasn’t ready, and when I was I was, honestly scared.”

“Why?”

“As I said, I don’t know, I never really understand my emotions or where they come from. But I’m not scared now, I want to make you happy, I don’t want to be selfish anymore.”

You let out a breath that you were holding, finally allowing yourself to relax.

“ I don’t think you were selfish, and I’m sorry that I pushed you this far, and I don’t want to break up, I just wanted the pain to stop.”

Levi removed his hand from the wall and moved it behind your back pulling you into him.

“I am selfish but you need to stand up for yourself more, brat.” 

It was relieving to hear him call you that, it was like his way of saying that he loved you, that he would stay with you. It was his way of saying that he would be with you even if it was hard and that all you needed. 

A few weeks later and you can’t even remember what being touched starved felt like. You didn’t expect Levi to be so clingy, he’s almost always touching you.  At night he’s your big spoon, when he’s working he makes you sit on his lap, in public he either holds your hand or wraps his arm around your back or shoulder. There have been multiple occasions where he’ll whine, or as close as he can get to whining, for you to sit on his lap while he works

“Come here.”

“Baby I’m just as busy as you.”

“And, I said to come here, we can share the desk if you need to, just come here.”

You walk into his office just bringing him a cup of tea, but he pulls you into his lap before you can leave or protest.

“Thank you for the tea.”

“Are you going to let me go?”

“Of course not, you should know that by now.”

“Your right, I love you”

“ I love you too brat”

Of course, there are moments when you feel the need for his comforting touch but he feels uncomfortable, so you two compromised. Whenever this happens, he’ll allow you to play with the buttons on his shirt cuff, or put your hand in his jacket pocket. He feels guilty that he cant always give you the support you want, but you make sure to ensure him that he’s been doing more than enough.

#aot #no spoilers #levi akerman #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi angst #levi comfort #aot modern au

[forgottenchildrenofthedamned]

aight I'm already inlove with your work with just that one obey me fic, angst runs in my blood so I'm wondering if I could request some obey me angst? Like,, maybe mc missing their own siblings and feels homesick and jealous of the brothers and maybe hates them for it because they brought the mc there??? when they could be w/ their sibs?

Heyyy! I’m glad you enjoy my writing! I loved the idea of this and definitely went a different route than I originally planned. I just couldn’t help myself! MC is a total badass and deserves to be portrayed as such. I hope you love it!! @sundaezznap

Homesick MC Taking It Out on The Demon Brothers

⚠️TWs: Cursing, yelling, crying, derogatory terms (not aimed at reader), hanging with rope (male being hung by his feet), abusive behavior, hitting, angst, threatening⚠️

Gender neutral reader. ✅

Word count: 1,393

Glancing over at the photo that laid on your night stand, a deep feeling of anger and resentment began to reside in the back of your mind. Sitting up, you reached over and grabbed the photo. It had been taken a long time ago; specifically when you had last seen your family. Your last birthday before the Devildom.

The picture consisted of your two younger brothers, yourself, your mom, and your dad. You always seemed to smile when you saw the way your brothers had wrapped their arms around you, seemingly begging for you to stay. However, this time when you looked at the photo, you couldn’t hide the distinct frown that overcame your features.

It had now been 9 months since you came to the Devildom and it pained you to be away from the ones you loved for so long. Even if you had found more people to love around you, you couldn’t help the feelings of homesickness and resentment that resided within you.

Feeling a deep sense of dread, you found yourself aimlessly wandering the halls. Whenever you felt homesick, you usually went to find the brothers and listen to their sibling bickering; it reminded you of your own brothers and made you feel like not so much had changed.

This time, instead of finding the brothers engaging in a hopeless argument with no winner, you found an upsetting scene before you. In this situation, there were 6 winners and 1 particular loser: Mammon. You couldn’t believe what you were watching.

Standing there, taking in the scene, your eyes flickered between all of the brothers in disbelief. The first thing that had caught your eye was the dangling second eldest brother that hang from the ceiling of the stairwell. Beside him, the eldest brother winded up his arm, preparing to once again hit his younger sibling with the shiny, black paddle that glimmered in the dim lighting.

Once the paddle struck, you heard a distinct chuckle from your right. This is when you had seen Satan and Asmo kneeling on the ground below Mammon, laughing at his tear-stained face as he couldn’t stop himself from breaking down in front of his brothers. One thing you did not expect to see, however, was Beel, Belphie, and Levi standing in the back, smirking and laughing to themselves as they leaned against the stair railing. This is what brought you over the edge.

Lucifer winds his arm back up again, Mammon’s crys growing louder. “Please! It wasn’t me! I swear! Please! I cant take it anymore, ya raging psycho!!” He closed his eyes tightly, the fear evident on his face as his tears fall to the floor beneath him.

Mere seconds before solid wood met skin, you furiously stepped in between Lucifer and Mammon, shielding the brother. Firmly, with no fear, you demanded, “Stop this nonsense.”

None of the brothers had expected this. You had teased Mammon just as much as anyone else; it made no sense for you to step in. But you did and they wanted to know why. All of the 6 brothers straightened their backs, tensing up at the fury radiating off of you as they awaited an explanation. “What..is the matter with you all?!” Full of anger and disgust, you bitterly demanded an explanation.

“What’s the matter with us?! What’s the matter with you?!” Asmo chirped as he rose from his knees. “This Jackass took my brand new limited edition red peppermint scented Devildom lipstick!” With this, he pointed an accusatory finger at Mammon, raising his eyebrows, waiting for you to defend his thief of a brother.

With this ridiculous accusation, you crossed your arms. Calm and steadily, you rose to the challenge Asmo had thrown at you. “It’s behind the bathroom sink. It rolled off the counter and got stuck there while we were gossiping in the bathroom this morning while you got ready. You said you would get it later. I guess you must’ve forgotten.”

The cold stare you gave Asmo spoke paragraphs. He hesitantly lowered his arm, admitting defeat. “Would any more of you like to accuse your brother of anything else?” In shame, 5 of the demon brothers before you not only lowered their heads in shame, but slightly shook their heads no as well. “Then we’ll be on our way then. Beel, untie the end of the rope and let Mammon down. Now.”

Beel does as you say, no retort to be heard. Once he was lowered onto the floor, you strode over to Mammon, beginning to untie the rope that covered his body. In response, Lucifer spoke up, “Why are you defending this scoundrel?” Furious and even more upset than before, you whirled around, leaving Mammon’s hand free to finish untying himself.

“That ‘scoundrel’ is your little brother, Lucifer! I would’ve thought that you out of everyone here would’ve known the importance of being a big brother. Your job is to protect and love him!! Not perform public beatings as amusement!!” As much as Satan loved watching you blow up at Lucifer, he was as equally concerned for you and the emotions you were feeling.

Taking a step forward, Satan held his hand out and gently questioned, “MC, why are you so upset about this? We’ve done this a million times before.” The look of concern on his face made your stomach twirl. The lack of respect Satan had for his own flesh and blood compared to the admiration he showed a random human being was devastating.

“That’s exactly what the problem is. You’re all so caught up in your own bullshit that you decide to spontaneously throw it on Mammon without acknowledging the consequences and pain that comes as a result. It’s absolutely disgusting and makes me feel repulsed.” You hesitated for a moment before seething the harsh words on your mind. “If I was back home, I would protect and love my brothers, no matter the cost. You all are pathetic excuses for brothers.”

Mammon, finally having enough with all he had heard, lightly grasped your hand, forcing you to look away from the demons in front of you. “C’mere. It’s ‘kay.” You soon felt yourself being embraced by Mammon, his strong arm holding your head against his chest. It hadn’t been until you felt the wetness on Mammon’s shirt that you realized that you’d have been crying. Feeling utterly hopeless, you let out a sob.

After a few moments of complete silence, you gently double-tapped Mammon’s shoulder blade, letting him know that you were okay now. Once free of his hold, you straighten your back, closed your eyes, and calmed yourself with a deep sight. Having regained your composure, you whirled around to face the monsters in front of you with a gentle smile.

“Being that you’re the reason I’m here in the first place, Lucifer; I wish to not speak with you for the remainder of my stay here at the Devildom.” With these words, all that could be heard was the sound of leather gloves tightening around the wooden paddle in Lucifer’s hand in desperation. “I also wish the privilege to go see my family whenever I ask, no matter what you’re doing.” The scowl on Lucifer’s face deepened. “Because I actually care for my brothers, afterall.”

The room had become so silent that the sound of a single crumb dropping to the floor could be heard. “Is that understood, Lucifer?” Your eyes bore into Lucifer’s, challenging him to protest. With no reply given, you giddly turned around and placed your hand on Mammon’s chest, urging him to leave. “Great! Then we’ll be on our way then!”

Confused and unnerved, all of the remaining six brothers could do was watch you start to walk away. You, however, decided to stop in your tracks. Back still turned to the demons, you coldly stated, “If I ever find any of you taking advantage of or abusing the brotherly bond you’re able to share with each other ever again: I won’t think twice before I go before Lord Diavolo and wish for my return to the human world.”

Having made your case extremely clear, you began walking again. There was one last thing you had to say, however. “You’ll do well to remember this incident the next time you even think of stealing an innocent human away from their life again.”

#obey me x mc #obey me angst #obey me shall we date #obey me #lucifer #demon brothers #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral reader #obey me leviathan #leviathanobeyme #satan avatar of wrath #satan obey me #shall we date asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #shall we date beelzebub #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #belphagor #shall we date lucifer #obey me lucifer #fanfic angst #emotional #obey me diavolo #writer #writing

[keiluvsu]

pairings; katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero & mina ashido x gn!reader.

genre; fluff.

prompt; bakusqaud being jealous of the reader’s best friend.

KATSUKI BAKUGO;

- he act’s like he’s not jealous, when it’s so painfully obvious that he is.

- he’ll give your friend dirty looks, and even threaten to kill them if they make any moves on you.

- your friend would tell you and you’d tell bakugo that you didn’t like the way he was acting.

- he’d brush it off but he’d also be mad at himself for upsetting you.

- he would try to make it up to you — not by apologizing to your friend — by trying to be closer to you, and not paying as much attention to your friend.

- one day, he’d ask you if you wanted to do something together and you’d go, “i have plans with y/f/n...is that okay?”

- “NO ITS NOT OKAY DAMMIT!” he’d yell out of frustration and you’d quickly remove your hand from his so you don’t get burned 👩🏽‍🦯

- “what the hell is up with you? you seem to have such a problem when i’m around them! you’re acting so possessive and i hate it!” you’d snap at him.

- he would quickly calm down and apologize, “ah shit— i didn’t mean to scream at you, i swear! i just...fuck...stop making me so jealous all the time then!” he’d look away ashamed.

- your mouth would go agape, and you would laugh. “really?! you’re- you’re jealous? that’s what this is about?!” you would fall onto the couch from so much laughter, making him angry again.

- “ITS NOT FUNNY DAMMIT! STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MY LOVE FOR YOU!”

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA;

- he tries to act like he’s not jealous, even when he clearly is.

- he’ll act a bit more nervous around you, hyping himself up just to tell you how he feels.

- he would also be a bit more quiet when he, you and your friend would be in the same room.

- “you okay, kiri?” you’d check up on him, and his heart would swell. like- ‘okay- okay, they still care!’ fucking dork 💀💀

- after your friend would leave he’d still be a bit more quiet. “you sure you’re okay?”

- “pfft- of course i am!” he’d reassure you with a smile. ‘no way he thinks i’m this stupid😟...’ you’d say in your head.

- “alrighty, tell me what’s up with ya.” you’d move closer to him, facing him with a serious look on your face.

- ‘dammit! i cant lie to them like this😓!’ he’d mumble. “spit it out already.” you’d cock an eyebrow.

- “i may...or may not be a bit jealous of your friend!” he quickly said, hoping you didn’t hear him.

- your eyes widened and you were about to say something but you decided not to.

- “...”

- “...”

- “say something, baby!” he’d whine, getting embarrassed.

- “oh you weren’t kidding?”

DENKI KAMINARI;

- this man is not really one to get jealous. he has that ‘well they’re mines so i shouldnt worry.’ mentality. (as he should 😤👏🏽)

- but when you were around your bestfriend, he’d have that ‘okay...maybe i should worry😀’ mentality. (we were rooting for you 😕💔...)

- when your friend would leave he’d lazily walk up to you, throwing his arms around your shoulder.

- “you love me right?” a stupid grin would be on his face as he didn’t look at you.

- “uh...yeah? why?” you’d snort, looking over at him.

- “oh, nothing...nothing...” he’d advert his eyes. “mhm...” you’d side eye him.

- “i’m gonna go ask y/f/n if they wanna hang out.” you stood up, not looking at him.

- his arm would dramatically drop and he would dash over to you.

- “noooooooo!” he’d whine, throwing himself onto you, making you almost fall.

- “no? what?” you’d look back at him attached around you, pretending that you don’t know what’s up.

- “okay okay! i’m jealous! don’t leave me!” he cried out, latching onto you tighter.

- “AHA! i knew it! you CANNOT fool me, mr. denki kaminari!” “WHAT?! WAIT- WHA-”

( BYE NOT ME REACHING THE 10 IMAGE LIMIT- THATS SO EMBARRAZZING 😔💪🏽💪🏽 )

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HANTA SERO;

- honestly, i feel like he doesn’t get jealous. at all.

-and if he does, he’d subtly ask you questions so he can be like “oh cool- oh no i just wanted to know.”

- like- okay, let’s say he’s jealous of your bestfriend. he wouldn’t talk to them, or even pay them any mind. he’d just walk by like; “hey, babe.” and continue walking.

- in his mind he’s be like; “and they’re here...okay..”LMFAKJSJQJE

-after you finish talking to your friend, he’d go over to you just to be near you. (he’s a mega simp no matter what he says idc idc- I SAID I DONT CARE.)

- he’ll play with your fingers, stealing some of your food as you bicker with him about it.

- then he’d be like; “so what did you and your friend talk about?”

- “hm? oh, nothing much. they wanted to go out with me this weekend. that was pretty much it.” you munched on a chip.

- now in his mind, he’s like; ‘go out? like a date? oh hell nah🧍’

- “go out? huh?” he’ll look at you up at you from on your chest. “yes, ‘go out’, that’s what i said. we’re gonna go to a few stores and maybe the arcade.”

- this man just looks around like- tf

- it’s silent for a moment then you look down at him, and he’s just staring at you.

- “...it’s not a date you idiot.”

- “thank god.”

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MINA ASHIDO;

- you would definitely be able to tell when mina’s jealous.

- she has this bubbly, energetic personality. but when she’s jealous, she’s more quiet, and less fidgety.

- “hey, y/n.” she smiles at you.

- you immediately know she’s jealous. whenever she calls you ‘y/n’ instead of ‘baby’ ‘honey’ or ‘babes’, you know somethings up.

- “hey...mina. you okay?” you walk up behind her, wrapping your arms around her, leaning your chin on her shoulder.

- “yeah? why wouldn’t i be?” she giggles, patting the top of your head.

- “because you called me ‘y/n’.” you snorted.

- “well, your name is y/n.” she straightens her back, getting ready to walk away.

- you pull her arm back and bring her closer to you. “just tell me what’s going on, babe. so i can fix it.” you sigh.

- “...it was what happened earlier with your friend. i know i may be overreacting but..they way they looked at you made me feel..unimportant- i gue-”

- you cut her off by kissing her. when you pulled away, you smiled at how her face got even more pink.

- “you don’t have to be jealous, pinky. you’ll always be mine.” you throw your arm around her.

#bnha fluff #my hero academia #mina x reader #mina ashido #bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki #kirishima fluff #sero hanta #bakusqaud #anime #fanfic #bakugo x y/n #denki kaminari #denki x you #mina x you #kirishima eijiro headcanons #katsuki x you #ashido mina #sero fluff #bnha eijirou #AHHHHH

[nextstopparis]

merthur if they were canon be like:

[constantly walking so close that the front of merlins shoulder is pressed to arthurs shoulder blade] [dumb little moments of pure, unadulterated affection that are ruined by one or both cause they’re both shy and emotionally stunted] [constant bickering about every small, unimportant thing, just cause they like the others humour and wit and they both know its a joke so its fun]

[linking their pinkies for a few seconds when theyre in public in place of holding hands n whatnot] [cheek kisses] [temple kisses] [always touching the other but in really small ways] [ex. pinkies, shoulders, hands on backs, removing leaves from hair, etc.]

[the worry over the other’s well being after their health was threatened lasting longer than 20 mins] [frantic kisses after escaping a situation that was far too close for comfort] [fierce hugs just to reassure themselves that the other is alive and solid and breathing and okay and in their arms] [holding onto each other throughout the whole night every time someone they know dies]

[smirking when the other gets jealous and then discretely squeezing their hand as a small sign of affection to calm them down] [late night bonding sessions when they talk about their childhoods under the covers] [having breakfast together with quiet conversations and lingering smiles that never really leave throughout the day] [arthur being mesmerized by merlins magic as threads of gold form shapes right in front of him, in this bed thats more merlinandarthurs nowadays than only arthurs own; a secret hiding place only they know whenever they draw the curtains around the bed] [merlin being mesmerized by the gold of his magic being reflected in arthurs eyes, adorning arthurs hair]

[how lovely is it that they fit - bodies and souls and every other small intricacies - so well; so perfectly?]

[bickering a lot more in public than they do in private, just cause theyre weird and dumb and like to mess with people] [similarily, being extremely affectionate but never really in public] [close friends being really weirded out/confused at first when they’re alone with them bc i didnt know you two were capable of affection??] [the friends rolling their eyes every time merlin n arthur bicker in public after that] [their friends smiling fondly at them behind their backs] [constant side-eyes from uther] [constant eyebrow raises from gaius] [constant shit eating grins from gwen, the knights, and morgana] [constant sighs of irritation from kilgharrah] [visiting ealdor and hunith together] [constantly judging other people together] [literally The power couple]

[dancing in the firelight to a tune they only pretend to hear] [lots of playing with each others hair] [arthur wearing merlins clothes outside by accident once and getting really weird looks bc why is the princes shirt such low quality material??] [merlin giving arthur his neckerchief as a favour/token of luck/whatever its called during tournaments] [kisses to the shoulder and back of the neck]

[arthurs soft merlin in the mornings, before he’s fully conscious, because he’s always dreaming about him and thinking about him, first thing in the morning and last thing at night] [merlins gentle smile and equally soft arthur after arthur does something disgustingly small and sweet, like give him his mothers crest, because he cant give merlin a ring, and theres no one else he’d give something so important and dear to him to. no one else he’d trust it with]

[very rare ‘i love you’s - mostly saved for tender and vulnerable nights and the desperate/frantic/miserable moments before, between, and after battles] [explosive fights that have them quiet and sullen for days] [clenched jaws and shaky-with-the-fear-of-losing-the-other voices during apologies] [learning how to navigate love together] [learning compromise and communication together] [fearing just how much they’ve let themselves care for the other]

[whispered conversations of futures they hope to see] [the utter wretchedness of not seeing them]

[the last thing arthur feeling being cold, dry lips against his own]

#this is rlly long folks #and alllll merthur so. #be warned #idek what....this is.... #ive just been rlly emotional... #bbc merlin #merthur #merthur au #ignore me

[cityofimagines]

Dating JJ Maybank Would Include:

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of abuse

A/N: another long list because i love jj w my whole heart & always get so carried away writing these omg

dating jj is the epitome of having your significant other also be your best friend

him calling you pet names like “baby girl” “bub” “babe” & “gorgeous”

so much physical affection

him hugging you from behind and burying his face into you neck and giving you kisses there

always gives you a forehead kiss before he has to leave you to go to work/home/etc.

always has a hand on your thigh when he drives

the hugs you share are so comforting; lasting as long as either of you need them to

cuddling in the hammocks together

JJ is your number 1 hype man

“that’s my girl” is like the most common phrase that exits his mouth

he didn’t tell you about his dad for a while because he hates talking about it, but since he trusts you so much he eventually told you everything

now you’re the only one who knows the true extent of his home life issues 

always being there for him when he needs to get his emotions out; whether it be a bear hug, or someone to listen as he screams at the world

the only arguments you ever get in are after you find out he’s done something that could be considered (and usually is) a felony

like when you found out he stole a gun you were PISSED

you will not shy away from letting him know whatever he did was a stupid decision

he’ll apologize profusely and then lay low for a few weeks after because he hates seeing you upset with him

you honestly just worrying about him 24/7

always making sure he’s fed

you sometimes pay for his meals at the wreck very much against his will

your parents were wary at first but after seeing the way he treats you swear they love him more than you

your house is basically his house

beer chugging competitions while out on the boat 

going to the beach together and accidentally falling asleep for a couple hours causing both of you to wake up ridiculously sunburnt

him teaching you how to roll a blunt

(mostly jj) hotboxing in the van & kiara finding you both and rolling her eyes

another random piece of his love language includes letting you take hits from his juul

at a party he’d walk up to you with it and you’d take a hit while he holds it in his hand 

you definitely don’t smoke as much as him though and you’d try to get him to calm it down a little bit 

you running your hands through his hair while you make out 

borrowing stealing his muscle tanks to pair with a lacy bralette or bikini top underneath to wear around which would drive him crazy

he cant keep his hands off you when you’re in a bathing suit

which never fails to prompt a “get a fucking room guys, you’re being gross” from john b

speaking of getting a room

yalls sex life is POPPIN

we can all agree that jj is one kinky mfer 

your sex is either the slowest sweetest most praiseful experience or the fastest roughest time. there’s no in between

usually the slow times happen in the morning, or after an episode with his dad where you just wanna love on him for hours

the other stuff happens whenever jj feels like it

this kid would get turned on so easily

he makes sure to always leave hickeys on your neck or collarbones, much to your dismay because living on the beach makeup isn’t exactly a priority to have

you have sex literally anywhere & everywhere

every room of john b’s house is christened, and he’s definitely caught you on more than one occasion but that never stops you guys

his favorite positions are doggy and missionary

lots of shower sex too

he tries to tease you but it never works because he gives in too quickly

“jj will you stop eye fucking (y/n)” is a common phrase heard from pope

you & kiara are best friends and you go to each other whenever you need relationship advice

he is the most protective boyfriend you’ve ever seen

always keeps an eye on you during parties

if a guy were to ever touch you or make your feel uncomfortable it would either end in a physical fight or jj screaming “i’m gonna fucking kill you” across the beach at the top of his lungs

you being the person to calm him down and keep him grounded in these moments

“you know i would take bullet for you (y/n)”

you said i love you first

it took him a little while to say it back but once he did he couldn’t stop and now tells you multiple times a day

movie nights at john b’s house that end up with you falling asleep on his chest

late night deep talks under the stars in the hammocks

being an unbeatable team when you play beer pong

having matching string bracelets

kissing his cheeks and his nose because it makes him blush & its the cutest thing ever

overall just being that couple that everyone’s jealous of because it seems like you’re never not having fun & there’s so much love between you

im so sad someone wanna get me a jj :(

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[kiribaku-queen]

Head Canons: Jealous of their dance partner

Pairings: Akaashi x reader, Bokuto x reader, Kuroo x reader, Kenma x reader, Atsumu x reader, Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader

Fluff

A/N: So sorry that this is so late! I’ve never done headcanons before so i was really nervous to do these. I hope they meet your expectations! Some were really fun to do and others were a bit challenging because I didn’t want them to be similar to each other. I tried to keep each person’s unique. Also changed the prompt just a little! Maybe if this does well, I’ll do more headcanons? i’m not sure! Enjoy and happy reading!

Akaashi

Would be calm and collected on the outside but lets be honest, he’d be RAGING on the inside

I don’t know why, but his s/o doing ballet

So when he picks you up from practice one day, he sneaks a peak at your upcoming showcase performance

But… who the hell is this guy next to you?

And why is he touching your waist like that?!

Akaashi would be standing by the doorway, with his hands crossed, eyebrow twitching in annoyance

When practice is over, you skip into his arms

Of course you earn a loving smile in return but when your partner passes, best believe this boy is glaring at said man

Performance day comes and I can just imagine him snatching the best seats in house with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand

When you come on stage, you have his full attention

His eyes are shimmering with admiration and pride for you

But is quickly replaced with a scowl when he sees your partner

Cue twitching eyebrow

But OOF does this performance require close contact and almost kissing

Wtf, Akaashi doesn’t remember this when he watched your practice?!

Despite how monotone his expression is all the time, you can tell when somethings bothering him

So when you greet him after your performance, you see it right away that hes bothered by something and you already know why

“baaaabe, you know its not like that! It’s only dancing, nothing more” you reassured him

And he knows that

But that doesn’t stop him from staring down your partner as he passes

Bokuto

You already KNOW this man gets jealous and he shows it

That sad puppy face, those droopy eyes, and his deflated hair

Its cute but also sad at the same time

He wouldn’t know about your routine until the day of the performance because he wanted to be surprised

But as soon as he saw how close you and your partner had to be

His smile went from 😊 to 😐in a split second

I can already hear his friends laughing at him in the background

What’s even worse to him

Its not even that your close to your partner

Nope

It’s the fact that you look like your enjoying it

Hes squinting hard because did he see that right?

Hes so deep in his jealousy that he doesn’t even realize that youre only doing it to look believable to save your grade

You all know those type of teachers

When youre done with your performance, you go to find your boyfriend in the sea of people

You cant help but stifle a chuckle when you see his looking down

Youre fixing his hair, as one would do

But as soon as your dance partner comes into view, hes pulling you into his arms and you best believe you are staying there

Hes wants to make it crystal clear that you are taken

Youd have to spend the rest of the day cheering him up because his mind always goes back to your routine

Kuroo

Ahhhh this man

I am in love with this man

This man is the most supportive boyfriend

Right when you get on stage, he is screaming and I mean S C R E A M I N G your name

Everyone in the audience looks at him like

Who the fuck invited this man

He is so hype during your performance and is so proud of how much you improved throughout the semester

Everything is fine and dandy until he sees your dance partner pull you close to him and your faces almost touch

His heart dropped to his stomach

Like ouch

He wasn’t expecting that

hes the only one that’s allowed to have you that close but seeing that someone else that he doesn’t even know if basically flirting with you on stage in front of everyone has him seething

and he goes through the different stages of denial

the initial denial

like was that really you or did he mix you up with some other dancer

then hes basically ripping his hair out

and finally just sits there like, what is life?

Hes sulky, almost like Bokuto

Youre waiting for him to come pick you up but Kuroo takes a little detour to the mens dressing room

Remember that scene where Kuroo gets upset that they insulted his height and there was fire in the background?

Same energy

Hes letting your dance partner know that he is your boyfriend and if he ever touches you like that again, the only he’ll be touching is the ground when he crumbles him to pieces

And he’s bragging at how much of a better dance he is and could replace him as your dance partner if he really wanted to

…He cant fucking dance…

Empty threats but your dance partner doesn’t know that

He’s trembling in his shoes when Kuroo goes to congratulate you

Then its back home and he showing you who you belong to *wink wink*

Kenma

It takes a lot for you to get Kenma to come out to your debut showcase

Dancing isn’t his thing, but really, what is?

Your heart flutters as you peak behind the curtain and you see Kenma, all dressed up with a single flower in his hands, sitting straight dab in the middle

Of course Kuroo is with him because he needs someone to help him get out of his comfort zone

Kenma isn’t too impressed with the performance so far (only because you haven’t shown up yet)

When you do appear on stage, he is absolutely mesmerized

He never knew you could dance so well. If he knew, maybe he’d sneak at you more often

The moment male counterparts entered the stage, he already knew this something was fishy

In his mind, thoughts are racing 100000000x a second

Are they just backup dancers?

Why are they coming towards you?

Are you going to dance with them?

Who is that guy?

And as soon as one of the guys brings you close to him, Kenma is as stiff as a board

You know how a cat is when they get scared? That’s Kenma in his seat

Kuroo notices it right away and smirks

This is the first time he’s seen Kenma feel jealous, or feel any other emotion

When you ask Kenma what he thought of the performance, he was shy at first

Like, you did good. You were very pretty

Although small, you appreciated his compliments because it was hard to get them out of him

He’s shy at first, but then he’s quick to give his judgements about your dance partner

As if he couldn’t stop, he was complaining all night long that there should never be a man that close to you that’s not him

Atsumu

Not the jealous type

Sorry, but I just don’t see it

But you know what I do see?

That he likes to show you off

He’ll go to all of your dance practices and all of your performances because we love a supportive boyfriend

Even when he has volleyball practices, he’s going straight to your practice right after

And lets be honest, hes looking at your ass more than he is watching out for other guys

Hes confident about your relationship and that you wont leave him

Hes in the crowd screaming like Kuroo

YEAH THAT’S MY BABY!

THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND WITH THE BIG ASS

Omg how embarrassing!!!!

Gosh, you could hear him from the stage and it took everything in your power to not laugh

After the show, you jump into his arms because awwww!

Hes complimenting the dance and how well you did

Hes giving out all these compliments to your other dance mates

But when it came to your male dance partner

He literally shoves his face out of the way like hes not even there

Like his massive hand just covers his entire face and is like nope, you’re not even there to me

Fine maybe he is a little jealous

Oikawa

Being the jealous type, he already knew everything about this little duet you were doing

Who your partner was

What class they were in

Does this person have a partner?

When were you were having practice?

Who else was going to be there? Because he sure as hell will make sure he’s there if its just you two

How close were you two getting?

Only because he forced you to tell him

He’s monitored your dance so well that he’s sure he could copy it

No he cant  

Yeah it’s a little much, but hes the protective type! Hes just making sure that you’re safe and that your partner doesn’t try anything on you

But no matter how many times hes seen the dance

No matter how many times he knows that it means nothing

And no matter how much he braces himself for that part

A part of his stomach just tenses up

Its frustrating to see his s/o be that close to someone who isn’t him. And he cant help but be jealous, who wouldn’t?

Your expression, your dance moves, the emotion you put into the dance – they were all so convincing. If no one knew you had a boyfriend, they would all think that you and your dance partner would be dating

He cant have that

After the showcase, he makes it really known that you are already taken

Given his extra ass, he’d be exaggerating soooo much and youd just roll your eyes at him

Iwaizumi

Jokes on you, he IS your dance partner

Yeah, he’s got other hobbies other than volleyball

And don’t’ judge! Dance is good for flexibility

Anyway

If your team needs any couple dances, its you and Iwa-chan

Buuuuut

There are times when your team separates you two

And when that happens, best BELIEVE he’s keeping an eye out

During practice, he’s always side glancing and huffs whenever you two laugh together

When your dance teacher suggests you and your partner do something a little sexual, Iwa sit here to immediately stop it

If you had to do anything of the sorts, you were doing it with him

NO IFS OR BUTS

Your teacher wouldn’t be too happy that he is ruining their vision

But he promises that you two will practice extra hard for those parts to make it perfect

Gulp

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[thefanficmonster]

I’m Right Here

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriend’s car accident.

Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me she’s be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, she’s probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldn’t find it in the convenience store that’s along her way back home. I should’ve told her not to sweat it considering I don’t need it right away or anything.  I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I don’t wanna put her life in danger by calling her while she’s driving.

I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video I’m editing because my mind simply isn’t present. It’s wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car that’s always outside our house, parked in the driveway. That’s currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.

My phone’s ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/N’s name on the lit screen.

“Hey babe, where have you been?“ I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.

“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.” The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, “You were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why we’ve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.“

The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, “Is she ok?! Where is she?!“

“She’s alright, sir. She’s not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.“

Before I know it, I’m already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time.  Y/N’s car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/N’s Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement. 

In the first ambulance there’s a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face. 

“Y/N?“ I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.

She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Corpse...” her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. “I was so scared when I woke up. I couldn’t remember anything.”

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, I’m right here.“ I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. “Are you in any pain?“ I pull away to get a better look at her.

Thankfully she shakes her head, “No, I’m ok. My elbow hurts a little but that’s it.”

I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as I’m about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.

“A drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.“ The officer says, judging by her voice it’s the same woman that called me. “You don’t remember that, do you?“

Y/N turns to her, “I just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didn’t know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.”

The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/N’s shoulder “It’s ok, sweetheart. You are alright, that’s what matters. And you have someone here by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. “He always is.” she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.

The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - it’s the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought I’d be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - she’s never been apart from it or driven another car.

Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. “Let’s get you home. You’ll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, “Don’t make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, don’t baby me too much, ok?”

I grin down at her, “What was that, I didn’t quite catch it?“

“Corpseeee...“ She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish it’s absolutely adorable.

“Save the whining, it ain’t gonna work.“ I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.

Surprisingly enough, she actually doesn’t complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless it’s absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight.  “I love you.“ Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.

“I love you too. But don’t fall asleep.“ I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.

“Ok, ok, but you’re gonna have to help me. If I blink, I’ll be a goner.“ She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

I sigh, giving in with ease. “When you were here before...“

“Couldn’t look you in the eye...“ she backs me up just as I knew she would

“You’re just like an angel...“

“Your skin makes me cry...“

Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons we’ve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.

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