#short story index

[its-chili]

Vititi Fames

(Taken from a journal that washed ashore off the coast of Norway. )

The tide was brash and roaring, as it always is out in the great blue whirlpool where I had found myself a frequenting neighbor. Upstairs, on the deck, I heard the muffled shouting of scraggly men who had wasted away their years forming thick calluses on their hands and thicker hunger for beer and brandy. They paid me mind, sometimes, only when I had to come up from my forsaken little hole of damp barrels and barnacle-infested crates to scrounge for sustenance and drink. The brutes, well... they were a far contrast from those I would have rather conversed with. Alas, academics don't tend to know how to sail. I had been out on the sea for almost 5 months, not out of pleasure, I can assure you, dear reader. No, this had been dreadful in every sense of the word. The indescribable feeling of never having privacy to do your business can be overlooked, though, with a grand enough prize. And this...oh, this was indeed a grand prize. The manuscript of Sir Illipith Thorne, his Vetiti Fames.

I originally heard tale of this ancient text in my old college library. I was young and had yet to make my mark on the world, so naturally, curiosity was my guiding compass. One of my professors, Dr. Felidae, who was a learned but albeit strange scholar, was hidden in a corner of the library, discussing something in a hushed voice with a stranger. This stranger wore a deep blue trench coat, the type of muddled blue you would find buried deep in the Pacific underneath seaweed and algae. His face was long and square, the features of which were tucked away under folds of wrinkled skin. I remember his eyes, peering out from underneath the flabs of skin like crystalline pearls uncovered by shifting sands, gleaming brilliantly for just a moment before being hidden away forever. I remember his smell... a mixture between rotted fish and cinnamon. I am unsure how long they had been there conversing before I had spotted them, and even more unsure how long they had been there before I had arrived that night. They were talking about knowledge. Secret, destructive and beautiful knowledge that had the ability to crack the minds of profound academics who had spent their entire lives studying the weave of space and time and all manner of things inbetween. They talked about a lost scholar, his name wiped from the annals of history only to be resurrected by the two men who were daring to speak of him. Apparently, this voyager of intellect had discovered this profound knowledge and wrote it all down in a book. "How to overcome the limits of your brain," they said, "How to become more than flesh and see into worlds locked behind our fragile minds." My younger self was enamored. A book that could expand the human mind enough to become a god? How was such knowledge even possible? They spoke far too solemnly about something so incredible.

I ended up spending the rest of my college days stuffing my nose into every dust-covered and moth-eaten book I could get my hands on, scouring feverishly for any information about this so-called "Illipith Thorne" or his infamous creation. I pondered the idea of asking Dr. Felidae himself, but he resigned from the university a few days after his and the stranger's conversation. Perhaps he went off in search of the tome himself. My own search took me all across England and then some, pervading rancid alleyways and rotting bars. The people I had to go through. The things I had seen. Any other woman I had discussed this matter with told me I was going to end up gutted and left out like yesterday's garbage in a street somewhere. There were nights that this caution was fully realized. But my unyielding want- no, need- to unveil this pandora's box lit a fire beneath me that no drunken hobbler could douse.

Eventually, I ended up gaining the respect of a rather renounced pirate by the name of Gouttermange. He was as strange and disorderly as the rest of the seafaring men I had met on my travels, with his gnarled wood-toothed smile and matted salt and pepper hair. He had a limp, too, due to some sort of sickness he had acquired out at sea that had yet to completely devour him. He was barred from the waters by others like him, a walking wanted poster forged in the blood of his adversaries. However, it seemed like ground-life had stilled his bloodlust, at least, at the time I had met him. He was empathetic towards my decade-long plight, apparently having one of his own that his body had grown too diseased to chase after. "A missing friend," he said. I couldn't really care to expand upon the details. Although he refused to set sail himself, he offered to refer me to some of his, very few, accomplices. The next week, I got on a boat and sailed North.

There I was, practically a willing prisoner on a teetering water coffin smelling like rancid flounder. I don't often think of my complexion, but I swear to you my once long golden hair had soured into a muddled brown in those conditions, and my glasses had become clouded and cracked.

Sundown hit and the waves were quiet enough for me to be able to climb up the stairs and look about the endless black sea. The crew were few, and even fewer still as they conducted their nightly routine of foaming indulgence and playing cards. Two men were on deck keeping an eye out for whatever might disrupt our voyage and another was up in the crow's nest completely hidden by waves of rolling fog. The captain... oh, what was his name... I must assume he was awake, for the light behind his closed cabin door was the only thing illuminating the ship. I don't believe I had actually met the man, as there was always someone else I had to go through to get anything done here and I wasn't usually around in the daylight. My night studies and alley conquests had long since tarnished my sleep schedule...and even so it was impossible to get any sleep on that constantly moving death machine. Perhaps it was better that way. I don't like to ponder on the idea of being the only female on a small, unregistered ship in the middle of nowhere. Even when I did try to make conversation, which I had learned to keep at a minimum, these sailors looked at me a certain way. Something in their eyes... something in the miniscule twitch of their lips... They knew I was funding this journey, but as to why, well... I had gone to great lengths to ensure they didn't know the fortune I seeked. Not as though they would have known what they were looking for if it was handed to them. As far as they knew I was just a well dressed erudite needing anonymous passage.

I stared out at the sea, arms folded on the ship's rim and letting the salted breeze gently wash over me. The stars shimmered overhead, glinting on the waves as though some of them had sunken beneath and were calling out to their ethereal brethren from below. My gaze followed these stars, hanging there for what feels like a lifetime. I blinked away, something wet in my eyes. And there... in the stillness... I saw it. A singular silhouetted obelisk protruding from the deep a few thousand meters away. I rubbed my eyes and slapped myself to ensure I wasn't hallucinating. It wasn't the first time. But the thing didn't move aside from its quiet, bobbing motion. Was I to wake the crew? Alert them of my findings? No. My nails digged into the wood, and something in my chest flamed.

I looked down, mind racing as my eyes adjusted to every atom of the ship. I could see the lifeboat. The little, pathetic excuse for a waterborne vessel, barely hanging onto the twine ropes as it gently bumped against the hull. I was beside myself for a moment, completely torn by the furious need to reach that obelisk and the hinduring knowledge that I do not know how to swim. You would think after all these years, a fear of water would be a fluttering, nonsensical feeling I could swallow. I turned to the few silhouettes of life that still stalked like ghosts about the ship. I could theoretically cut the rope and try to maneuver that small wooden box to the site, but realistically one bad wave could be my end and all of this would have been for naught. I could not have that. "Hey!" My voice croaked, nearly startling me by how gravelly and hoarse it had become, "You there! Come over here!" I pointed to one of the figures, of whom startled just the same. That might have been our first time interacting. "Ma'am" The man sauntered over to me, curiosity etched into his features. He was wiry, arms like bound seaweed and legs stretched like saltwater taffy. Matted brown locks were tucked beneath a checkered bandana, obviously trying to control the amount of sweat from the day's beating sun. I pointed to the distant wreckage, but by the way his face tangled in confusion I can tell my gesture was too vague for his thickened skull. "The wreckage. Let us take the lifeboat and go to it." He put a hand on his neck, staring out at the graveyard of protruding iron and damp wood. "Aye... perhaps we'da tell the cap'tin.-" "No." I cut him off and he recoiled. "No. Just you and me. No one else."

For a split second I could see the hint of a smile on his face, as if a crude joke was stirring in his head. That smile evaporated under my gaze. Soon we were in the boat and out in the sea, slowly rocking back and forth in the water. It's strange. I had been out at sea for months, yet I still could feel bile churning in my stomach.

The wreckage was maybe 4,000 meters away or so, and all the while the two of us didn't make a sound. The oars pressed us forwards, and the mariner was good at gently setting them back down in the water. Over and over. I envisioned the script in my hands. The worn tablet or scroll, detailed in exquisite lettering with perfectly drawn images and ancient runes. The words would come singing to me, a beautiful menagerie of ethereal chords depicting things I could not quite understand in that form. I imagined the taste of that knowledge on my tongue as I tore into the script with the air of a hungry dog, feasting on the arithmetical constellations of time and space all mixed and interwoven together. I could hear it. Calling to me in the darkness. "Eiola." It whispered, "Eiola, come find me. You're so close now." I hardly noticed as the boat bumped into a stray plank of wood, as I must have been so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't even realize how far we had come.

The scene that laid out before me... I... I'm not sure if any words in the English language could fully depict the sight. Calling it a wreckage, well, almost seemed silly. No, this, this was the ruins of a city, felled under some ancient force. A whirlpool, perhaps? Some sort of monstrum storm? Pillars of blackened cedar grasped at the darkened sky, communities of barnacles clinging to their edges. I looked down into the water, my eyes widening. In the center was... was a light! A warm, yellow pulsating thing no bigger than the lifeboat itself. If I was paranoid I would say it could have swallowed us whole if it decided to rise to the surface. The whispers serenaded me once more as I leaned closer. "Reach out, Eiola. Come to us." It almost seemed alive. Familiar.

Everything from there was a blur. A cold, wet, suffocating blur. I remember that sailor yelling after me, his voice muffled and drowned. I remember closing my eyes but never, never seeing anything more incredible. The darkness broke away for spectrums of color to burst, twisting and dancing and leaping, a painting liquidized and brought to life. The freezing cold I had felt moments before soothed into an unimaginable warmth. It reminded me of my mother when she used to hum to and hold me when I was ill. All around me angelic voices harmonized, their words incomprehensible but comforting. I had never seen such a vivid spectacle. I suppose, in theory, I still haven't. And never will. My euphoria was halted almost as quickly as it came when I found myself somewhere... else... with nothing but this journal that I write in now.

I am in a dark place. A sick place. I can't feel or see my hands, yet somehow, I know that I am writing. I can't feel the ground beneath me, yet I am not floating. There was never a book, and I doubt there was ever a "Sir Illipith Thorne"... his name always did seem concocted. By who though, I could not ever hope to know. I don't know much, actually, despite this obsession to know everything. I don't know how long I have been like this. I don't know if anyone is looking for me or even remembers who I am. I don't even know what my mother's face looks like. Sadness nor regret plagues me, though, as I know it should. And when I stare up at the moonlit sky dusted in stars I know I should feel longing. But I am a void. A blackhole that devours endlessly. I feel nothing but insatiable, all consuming, hunger.

#local cryptid #eldritch horror #strangecore #weirdcore #cosmic horror #the magnus archives #writing #writeblr #creative writing #welcome to night vale #the perdita index #short story #short horror story #no sleep

[gideonisms]

mandatory gender reporting time of the semester love that for me ! 🚫🙅‍♂️👎

#i'm sorry but the idea that in texas someone would be comfortable announcing they use they/them pronouns to an audience of 50 people #it was like. pass the index card with your info on it to the person next to you and *that* person introduces you 💀 #in texas??? hello?? #are we really 100% confident the person next to us who we've just met would represent us with respect #love the optimism here but. #had i explained my whole deal i would have been the only one to do so. #also the only woman. woman adjacent person. whatever. with short hair. hhjkkkk #like one (1) person in this class is slightly gnc. slightly #it's already like spot the homosexual in here and it's not hard to spot the homosexual #okay it wasn't 50 it was more like 30 my point stands it felt like a lot of people #it truly is hitting me i'm going to go into my field constantly having to either pick a work gender or say to everyone i meet Immediately #hi i'm abi i have a complex relationship with my gender! #you wanna hear about my complex relationship with my family next? my medical history? how about discussing the undiagnosed autism #let's do a deep dive on my sexuality after that when we get to know each other well enough to trade the tamest stories about our exes #feel like a bug specimen under a magnifying glass trying to go about my day #this is why i grew my hair out in the first place i remember now

[isfjmel-phleg]

Weird Short Stories Index

My creativity is limited to two things: the Blackberry Bushes series and little pieces that I refer to as weird short stories. The first one was written for a story contest; the rest were for my university's literary magazine. They're brief (between 1000-2000 words) first-person tales that concentrate on the creepy in the mundane. Kind of Twilight-Zone-ish, I guess. They're quick reads, not connected to each other, and you don't need any context or previous reading to understand them.

For convenience, here's the full list, to be updated if I ever write any more.

Back Corner

Hospital Courtyard

Third Floor

Bus Stop

Dorm Window

#my writing #my weird short stories #weird short stories index #Back Corner #Hospital Courtyard #Third Floor #Bus Stop #Dorm Window #I've been wanting to write another one #but have had no ideas #need to go get creeped out by something

[noisytenant]

nabokovheads what should i read next. i put a pause on pale fire because the pacing of the footnotes was giving me trouble (i was mostly reading on transit so i didnt get a lot of time to digest). im thinking real life of sebastian knight but open to other suggestions

#indexed post #including like short stories or essays #tho i have some nonfiction to get thru first so idk if/when im gettin to this im just thinkin about it

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

So I've just got my hands on the tenth anniversary art book and while the quality of it is very nice and it has a lot of pages, I could swear they said it was going to feature new art and yet I have only found a single illustration that I hadn't seen before.

#there are short stories which I'm assuming are brand new so that is something at least #but otherwise yeah it's literally just some of the game covers #some of the CD covers #a couple of other illustrations that have been featured in other art books over the years #and then a whole bunch of merch art #hmmmm #I don't know what to say honestly #the weird thing to me is that there isn't even a proper contents page #there's a separate sheet of paper that comes with it and acts as an index page #but like why not just have a contents page? #if you don't own any DL merch whatsover then I think this might be a good buy but otherwise I'm not sure there's much point to getting it #if anyone wants me to talk about it a bit more then let me know

[sluggishdawn]

the click // chapter index 

chapter one, delia

chapter one and a half, blaine

chapter two, leo

chapter three, nick *working on

chapter four, leo *working on

#chapter index #female writers #flash fiction #short stories #short story #stories #story #writers of tumblr #writing blog #chaoscore #chaotic academic aesthetic #the click #chapter #chapter 1 #chapter 2 #chapter one and a half #original story #rough draft #chapter 3 #new story #alternate universe #chapters #chapter 7 #chapter 4 #links #hyperlink #fiction #fictional #original character #original fiction

[evanthenerd83]

2022 Story Index (2)

Flash Fiction:

A Helping Hand: A writer meets something inhuman. 👇🏻

Ceasing Begins: A strange apocalypse in progress. 👇🏻

Consequences May Come: Sins will be paid for. 👇🏻

Just A Peek, I Swear: A trick of the eye. 👇🏻

METALOGICAL: Don’t read. 👇🏻

One Word Save: A dream to desperately remember. 👇🏻

Sealed Lips: Keep asking, don’t tell. 👇🏻

Still Born: A debt is paid. 👇🏻

Think About It: Do the math. 👇🏻

What Happened Last Night: A man recounts a sign. 👇🏻

Poetry:

Two Sentence Stories:

#story index #2022 #microfiction #short story #poetry #my writing #horror writers on tumblr

[ghostjelliess]

Come now and listen. I know it’s exciting. Yes, this is where I grew up. Yes, I can speak-- no, the castle is over that hill, we’ll be there by morning. I’m sure your grandmother is very excited to meet you. It’s time to sleep now, or you’ll be yawning in front of the queen. Okay, one bedtime story, but only one. What was that? Why didn’t we come sooner? Well…. What now? One question at a time dove, you’re bouncing off the walls, now sit. Those are just decorations, they have a winter holiday. No. I don’t celebrate with them. Now sit, I’ll read you a story. 

Yes, I’m reading it … right now, sit. I know the road is bumpy little dove, but look at all these cushions…. Are you comfortable? Okay, I’ll begin. 

They tell it different in the city, but… yes, I know that’s your favorite part, now sit still. 

They tell it different in the city, but when King Wouter III toured his small land for a second wife, he plucked Pietrenella out of a butcher’s line of seven daughters, born to a world that valued them only as bodies for bartering influence, wealth, children, or labor—oh, like that’s changed. I’m sorry, I know, I know, I promised. Yes, yes, I’m reading, reading only. 

After a short life spent following her own mother’s instruction in beauty, and thoroughly practiced in caring for six younger siblings, Pietrenella was beyond prepared to step into the role of… mother. Is this a fairytale or a biography? Alright, don’t get sassy. 

Before she was the Nation’s Mother, that quintessential figure immortalized on every facade and coin, starved thin and dragging that heroic wheelbarrow of packed… meats and broths… meats and broths? Meats… and broths? Dragging that heroic wheelbarrow of packed meats and broths… that would save them all, she was just a butcher’s daughter, accustomed to sacrifices for the greater good. 

Sigh.

No, I’m not crying. I’m… no, I’m not mad at you little dove, I’m sorry for slamming the book shut. I think… I think you might be old enough to hear a secret story. Yes, I know you don’t want me to call you little dove anymore, but you still let me read you fairytales, hm? How about I tell you a different version. I know The Great Queen Pietrenella is your favorite, but I’ve got a different one for you. Yes, different like how they tell it in the city. Are you all tucked in? Sure, I can brush your hair. You’re right, it is getting very long. Sorry, I caught a tangle, I’ll be more careful, I’m sorry dove. Do you forgive me? Oh good. Alright, I’ll start from the beginning. 

They tell it different in the city, but, here’s how the ghosts tell it in the castle: 

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#grimdark #fairytales #brothers grimm #grimm fairy tales #fairy tale retelling #snow white #rapunzel #sleeping beauty #horror story #girl in the tower #aarne thompson uther index #evil queen #evil step mother #cinderella #children in the woods #short story #mommy issues #once upon a time #horror #dark fantasy #fantasy story #cw death

[pitch-and-moan]

The Index: The Movie

An AI-penned script adapted from the J.G. Ballard short story, The Index, which is the index of a biography which no longer exists. The AI is unable to make the same sort of creative mental connections the reader might make, so the film is simply anodyne scene after scene, two seconds of him rejecting the Nobel prize, paying alimony, taking trips, etc.

#bad idea #movie pitch #pitch and moan #adaptation #biopic #index #the index #jg ballard #j.g. ballard #ai #artificial intelligence #writers strike #writers strike 2023 #wga #wga west #wga strike #wga strike 2023 #short story

[eddieandbird]

Slow and Careful —

You have your first time with Eddie.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last story! This one is a request by @wdsara48 and I hope yall like it! I got a lil carried away w this one so its a lil longer - Bird

tags/warnings: f!reader | smut | 3.2k words | inexperienced!reader | consent checks | slight humor | f*ngering | pinv | protection used | praises and nicknames

———

“Stop looking at me like that,” You grumbled with your knees pressed into your chest.

“What? I think you look pretty. I think it’s adorable you dressed up for me,” Eddie’s eyes glinted at you as he held his head in his hand, the other tracing small circles into the sheets beneath you.

“What are you talking about?” Your mouth hung open, feigning offense.

“This,” Eddie pulled your bra strap with his middle finger, lightly snapping it against your skin. “Did you buy these cute matching undies just for me?”

“You wish,” Your nose and mouth crinkled as you tried to fight a smile.

“Oh, whatever. You were the one who asked me to give you your first time,” He chuckled, scratching his stubbled cheeks.

“Because I trust you,” You said, slightly more serious. Your appreciation for him was clear in your heavy-lidded eyes.

Eddie moved closer to you, gently cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb against your jawline.

“You do?” he murmured, feeling his heart beat wildly against his chest as he admired your affectionate expression. He sprinkled kisses on your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips.

You leaned into his fluttering touches with a silent laugh. “Of course I do, baby,” Your voice was sweet and breathy.

Even with the jitters of your first time looming over your head, it hardly threatened to ruin the moment. Something was intoxicating about being in his room, the faint smell of his cologne and weed smoke put you in a trance. Plus you knew Eddie would treat you with the utmost care.

He shot you a quick, mischievous look. His arms were placed on either side of your body, now towering over you. “So you’re saying I can do whatever I want?” He quipped, believing the joke was obvious to you.

Your breathing picked up as you watched him hover. It’s not like you didn’t trust him, but this was a big deal to you. It was no longer just an adorable conversation you were having with him on the drive home, you were actually in his bed, moments away from losing your virginity.

“Well, maybe not whatever you want,” A nervous laugh came out of you when you caught a glimpse of his strong gaze.

Seeing you suddenly grow tense, Eddie’s face quickly softened towards you. With a chuckle, he reached down and tapped his index finger to your nose. “Relax, sweetheart. How about this; When I touch you, I’ll keep checking in, yeah? And you can tell me to stop at any time, I promise,”

You closed your eyes and exhaled into a feathery laugh. “Okay, okay, fine,” You jokingly groaned.

“Let’s just go slow, yeah?” You had an encouraging smile on your face as you reached up to twirl one of his loose curls between your fingers.

“Slow and careful,” Eddie echoed, his smile growing as he admired the way your skin looked in the dim lighting. He loved the way the sheets pooled around your hips, and the thin fabric of your underwear made the shape of your legs all too obvious to him. His pupils dilated as he drank in the sight of you.

“Good,” You confirmed.

“God, baby, you’re so pretty,” Eddie’s hands moved down your body, tracing your skin with his fingertips and leaving gentle goosebumps in his wake. His gaze never left your face, checking for any signs of discomfort or fear.

“No, you,” You retorted with a bashful smirk.

“Don’t sell yourself short, now. We can both be pretty,” Eddie chuckled. The warm light of the room looked amazing against his skin, you were mesmerized. “You mind if I get rid of these?” he asked, referencing your underwear with a tug.

“Not at all,” You lifted your pelvis, helping Eddie with taking them off.

He made a shooting noise as he pulled the elastic of your panties and snapped it across the room, making it land in his hamper. You both broke for a moment to laugh.

“Oh my god, of course you made that,” You shook your head, still laughing.

“Hey, you gotta admit that was pretty cool,” Eddie winked before licking at his smile. He made a mental note that you were laughing more than usual, which he took as a sign that his efforts to keep you calm were working.

“Okay yeah, fine, it was kinda cool,” You playfully shrugged, not wanting to give him too much satisfaction.

He was so good at making you feel comfortable, he made you forget for a moment that your sex was completely bare in front of him.

“Of course it was,” Eddie grinned down at you. He slowly moved his body closer to yours, the warmth of his skin sending tremors across your body.

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” he asked, carefully placing his hands on your knees. He gently spread them apart, his breath becoming more deliberate as he got closer. “And remember our deal okay?”

You nodded rapidly. “You got it,”

You dreamily laid your head on your shoulder. A breathy moan escaped you as he lingered over your hips. You passed a hand through his hair, admiring his eager face as it was framed in your thighs.

“That’s my girl,” The grin Eddie gave you along with his sugary praise made your heart swell. “You ready for me to make you feel good?” Eddie mumbled before placing a trail of kisses along the inside of your thigh.

“Um, yeah. Yes,” You croaked, hiding the disappointment in yourself. You felt like dirty talk came out of Eddie so naturally. It all sounded so good to you, but when it came time for you to reciprocate, it felt like a flurry of awkward mumbles and head nods.

“Yeah? You’re so cute,” Eddie grinned, his nose ghosting over your skin. His hands slid along the backs of your thighs, rubbing up and down in soothing motions. He kept the pace slow, waiting for any sign that you wanted more. “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

You nodded even more desperately now. “Please?”

“Your wish is my command,” Eddie’s voice was dripping with adoration as one of his hands left your thigh and started rubbing circles over your warmth, his chin resting on your knee.

Your eyes fluttered shut and a trembling breath followed. Before you came into his room that night, all you wanted to do was get it over with just to say you did it. Now with the way he was touching you, only made you want him to explore your body for hours.

“See? You’re doing great, baby,” He cooed as his fingers moved over your wet folds.

Eddie loved that your body was so incredibly responsive. The way you arched your hips towards him was incredibly inviting to him. He picked up the pace slightly, watching you closely to make sure he didn’t overstimulate you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it angel?” The teasing grin on his face widened as his eyes roamed over you hungrily.

“Really good,” Your laugh shifted into a moan as he repeated the motion with even more pressure.

“Are you going to come, pretty girl?” He lightly teased, his eyes roaming all over your body, taking in every twitch and tremble.

“I don’t know, what is it supposed to feel like?” You asked a bit frantically.

You knew of the concept, but you never made yourself come before. However, you were suspicious of a growing warmth in your lower stomach that built as he picked up his pace.

“It’s okay, angel. You’re doing so well, I promise you’ll know when it’s happening,” He reassured you.

He could feel your legs shaking more and more as you started to get closer to a peak. “You’re gonna feel it building, baby. It’s gonna get real overwhelming, but trust me it feels so damn good.” He wanted to keep you completely focused on that feeling in your stomach. “Just focus on my fingers, okay?”

“Eddie,” You gasped, grabbing him. You tugged lightly, your nails digging into his flexed arm. His tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration as he kept running his fingers over you.

Waves of satisfaction and relief came over him as he watched you climax. His eyes locked on you, with his mouth slightly agape in a smile, mimicking your facial expression as you came down, the way your features trembled and twisted in satisfaction.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled under his breath as he watched you slowly come back down to Earth. “You alright?,”

“Yeah I’m okay,” You panted. Your shaking hand reached to cup his cheek. As much as you enjoyed it, you were amused to see that he was having an even better time.

“That was amazing,” You breathlessly complimented.

"Yeah? Well, you are amazing," Eddie planted a quick kiss on your palm, nuzzling a little into your hand.

He let out a low chuckle and he suddenly looked a little flustered from your compliment. "Did you think I did okay? I wasn't too rough or anything, was I?”

“No, no, baby it was perfect,” You stuttered urgently.

“I’m glad, Sweetheart,” He sighed in relief before pecking a few more kisses around your face. He lifted your chin. “Are you ready for more?”

Your enthusiastic nods returned. “I’m ready,”

Eddie's heart thrummed in his chest at your excitement, and a small laugh bubbled out from him. He could almost feel his pulse throbbing in his pants. "Absolutely, positively sure?" he asked in a tease

“Baby, c’mon. I really wanna do this,” You whined, covering your blushing face.

You knew he was joking but you were really not in the mood. He had no idea of the fire he started in you. Eddie's breath hitched at your desperate whine. He lurched toward your bedside table, pulling it open and rummaging through it before finding what he was looking for. He grabbed a condom and tossed it on the bed beside you, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You want it that bad, huh?"

You scrunch your nose to hide your smile. “Shut up, you’re such a pig,” You joked.

You curiously looked at the black foil sachet he threw. You slowly picked it up with your hands and then examined it closer.

“Did you want me to put it on you?”

"Only if you want to, baby," He loved watching that innocent look you had as you spoke your mind.

“Will you show me how, babe?” You chewed your lip.

You took the corner of the wrapper and tore it off. You studied the clear disc of plastic, your breathing getting heavier. Holding it made it more real. You were sweating in anticipation.

"Of course, sweetheart," his voice was dripping with adoration as he watched you fiddle with the condom, his breath coming a little quicker than normal. It took everything he had not to just rip it out of your hand and put it on himself.

Eddie had no intentions of giving you a strip show, but you were entranced by him taking off his clothes anyway. You were amused by the way his hair whipped around as he pulled his shirt over his head. Then he took his jeans off. You were unable to take your eyes off of him, taking in the view of his length.

“Is this how you do it?” You asked, bringing it toward his twitching cock.

Eddie's breath caught in his throat as you reached for him, and he was suddenly hyperaware of the way the light hit the shape of his body.

You then placed the condom on him, slowly rolling it over his length. Your eyes were wide, not allowing you to miss one moment.

“Is that good?” You asked again, looking for his reaction.

"Yeah, perfect," Eddie exhaled, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched you.

He reached down and took your chin into his hand, leaning down to kiss you gently on the lips, moaning softly as his tongue slipped past your lips and twirled with yours. He laid you back once more, positioning himself in between your legs. You held onto his forearms as he leaned in closer, his weight pinning you a bit. You let him take over, following his touches as nonverbal instructions.

Eddie was in a haze of pure desire as he felt the heat of your body against him. "You ready, baby?" he managed to ask.

You gripped his shoulders, took a deep breath, then nodded. “Yeah, totally ready,” You exhaled loudly, trying to relax your body and surrender your focus to him.

Eddie was determined to make this experience everything you could have ever wanted. He took a deep breath of his own as he gently rolled his hips against yours. He watched your face intently to make sure you were okay. "Is it okay? Is it good, baby?"

As he pushed into you for the first time, you let out a sharp hiss. It was a pinch of pain that only lasted for a few seconds before you calmed back down.

“I’m okay, it wasn’t that bad,” Your voice shook but it was accompanied by a content smile.

Eddie noticed the way you grimaced slightly as you tried to get used to new sensations from inside. His heart twisted at the sight and he instantly slowed his movement, his hands moving to gently cup your face. "I promised I'd be gentle with you, right? I don't want to hurt-"

But before he could finish the sentence, he realized his worry was misplaced. He felt you relax under him, releasing airy noises in pleasure. You grabbed his face, bringing his forehead to yours.

“I’m okay, I promise, just don’t stop,” You pleaded, your heavy breaths tickling his lips as you spoke.

He nodded then brought his lips to yours, softly kissing you until he found a better angle to rock his hips into you. He rolled his hips against you at a steady and measured pace. Your high-pitched, yet quiet moans filled his room, competing with the low music playing from his stereo. Your hands journeyed to his chest, feeling the rhythm of his strokes as his body pressed into your palms.

A chorus of deep groans escaped from him as Eddie sped up, each moan was more desperate than the last as he lost himself in a haze of pure passion. He loved the view of your flushed cheeks and sweat-soaked body, Eddie’s hand trailed down your thigh and behind your knee. He halted for a moment to say

“I’m gonna try something, tell me if it hurts,” He pushed your leg up a bit higher, opening your hips up even more to him. He returned to his previous pacing, growling as he felt the new sensations.

You could only moan in response to just how good that angle felt.

"You like that, don't you, pretty girl?" He grinned down at you hungrily at the sight of you falling apart beneath him.

His body pressed closer in between your thighs as he pushed himself deeper. His breathing was coming in shorter gasps as the sensation pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“I think I’m gonna come again,” You admitted quietly, your nails digging into the soft flesh of his arms.

You were surprised you could get any words out of you. It was as if with every thrust, Eddie was forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

He couldn't restrain the growl that escaped from his lips as your nails dug into his skin. The sharp feeling of the sting combined with the sweet sound of your words were pushing him further to the edge, and he forced himself to pause for a moment to collect himself. "Do it. Come with me, sweetheart," he managed to get out between harsh pants.

You gasped and scrunched up your face as the next few strokes took you to your peak. A squeaky yelp escaped your mouth as you came. Your legs repeatedly smacked at his hip bones as you shuddered from your orgasm.

"I got you, baby. I got you, angel." Eddie gently whispered his sweet words of reassurance as he felt his own composure slipping. Seeing you come for the second time of the night was too much for him. He immediately had to bury his head in the crook of your neck, moaning desperately as the feeling of you clenching around him overwhelmed him. The sweet sound of your shaky breaths and the feeling of your muscles squeezing him was enough to send him toppling over the edge with you. He rocked his hips with a few more slow movements as he came, moaning a shaky breathless groan against your neck.

Once you came back down, you urgently ran your hands down Eddie’s face, picking it up to study his exhausted but content expression. “Did you, um-“ You began to ask, but grew embarrassed by just the idea of the question.

After a few long moments to catch his breath, Eddie finally picked his head up to look at you. It took him a moment to even register your question. He gently wrapped his arms around your body to pull you into his chest.

He looked blissfully content as he laid on you, his hot breath coming out in ragged puffs. His face split into a wide smile when he heard the question you cut yourself off from asking, but his breath picked up and his cheeks flushed a little red as he realized what you were implying. "I did," he nodded, still smiling, "Do you want to see how much?"

“I don’t know, is it gonna be gross?” You covered your mouth, stifling your laugh that threatened to be way too loud for your liking. You looked down at where your bodies connected, curiously.

Eddie let out a deep laugh. He slowly pulled himself out of you, his muscles relaxing as he took some of his weight off. He reached down between you and gently pulled off the spent condom, his eyebrows raising as he examined it with a small smile on his face.

“Is that usually how much comes out?” You asked with a slight amused expression as you propped yourself up on your elbows. Seeing the evidence further made you satisfied that you finally got to experience this with him.

Eddie's cheeks flushed a bright red as you questioned him on it and he quickly looked away as he tied the condom off. "Jesus Christ, we don't have to talk about this," he mumbled, his voice cracking as he tried to keep himself from laughing. "The answer is yes, it's how much comes out," he admitted reluctantly.

“You’re the one who offered, you weirdo!” You gave him a swift, light kick to his butt as he got off the bed, before laughing and rolling over to your stomach.

Eddie dramatically groaned as you hit him. His act didn't last for more than a few seconds before he melted back to his affectionate state. He grabbed a t-shirt from the corner of the room to wipe himself off before turning back to you and gently throwing it at your head.

“Eddie!” You screamed.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic

[lots-of-pockets]

Five times you find an excuse to carry Natasha and the one time she asks

Paring: Natasha x you

Words: 4756

Warnings: some swearing i think

1.

You tenderly grip the side of Natasha's thigh to keep it still as you graze the disinfectant wipe over the shallow cut placed just above her knee, your thumb absentmindedly grazing soft circles across the warm skin.

She was sat on the closed toilet seat clad in nothing but her sports bra and underwear, her hand clinging to both your index and middle finger as her eyes watch your every move.

Scrapes and bruises littered seemingly every inch of her pale skin, marring the already scarred, yet still beautiful canvas that sat before you. Some were sunken in and white, old from years of healing. Some were newer, still pink and raised. Each and every one told a different story. Some of which you knew, but most of which you didn't and probably never would.

You didn't necessarily mind honestly. Because all that you cared about right now was the fact she was letting you take care of her. That she'd allowed you to tenderly undress her without a single word of complaint. You had her trust, and if that's was all she was ever willing to give, it would forever be enough.

Not a single word had been spoken between you since she'd gotten home from her latest mission with Steve just twenty short minutes ago, and you weren't in a hurry to break whatever comfortable silence had settled upon you and you knew Natasha wasn't either.

You give the flesh of her thigh a comforting squeeze when a small, pained hitch of breath emits from the back of her throat at the sting the wipe against her skin, giving the damp skin a soft kiss before covering it with a large bandaid.

You then look up at her from your spot knelt between her legs, content to find her green irises already staring right back at you. They looked exhausted. She looked exhausted, and all you wanted to do was scoop her up into your arms and take her to bed.

The sudden shine of her eyes is what halts you in your tracks.

It was oh so rare to see Natasha cry. To witness her completely drop her walls and allow you to see the true pain she always seems to mask without an issue. It was a sight that has your own throat constricting and without a word, you place your hands underneath her armpits and coax her off of the closed toilet seat and onto your lap.

She straddles you, legs tight around your hips as arms rise to settle around your neck. Your own arms settle around her shaking frame, one hand cupping the back of her head as the other traces soothing circles over the bare expanse of skin.

"I've got you, baby." You finally speak, nuzzling your nose into her neck and taking in soothing scent of slight sweat and vanilla. Your lips press a soft kiss to the skin as you pull away just slightly, tightening your hold around Natasha to reassure her you wouldn't be letting go until she requested it.

She was trembling in your arms, tears hot against your neck, yet her sobs of grief don't make a single sound. Natasha had always been a silent cryer. No matter the circumstance; no matter the situation, it was quiet. All of the time. And you absolutely hated it.

She deserved to feel her grief just as loud and freely as everyone else, yet she fails to agree. She'd never outrightly told you so, but the look in her face as you'd spoken those words had been enough. And so you simply hold her. Love her. Cherish her, hoping that one day she'd realise she deserves the entire world.

Natasha soon stills in your embrace, those once barely audible hitching breaths easing into just quiet sniffles. With a soft kiss to her shoulder to let her know you had her, you place a hand beneath of each of her thighs and haul yourself to your feet.

It was an easy feet considering her slight frame, but that doesn't stop the quiet squeak of surprise that escapes her lips as you bounce her up in your arms slightly to get a better grip, forearms slipping beneath her behind as opposed to her thighs as you carry her through to your shared bedroom.

"I've got you, baby."

2.

"Babe, can you help?!"

At the sound of your girlfriends voice, your eyes instinctively flicker away from the tv and towards the kitchen doorway. You don't wait for her to ask again as you pause the show you were both currently binging before rising to your feet, shuffling through to the kitchen where you were greeted with the sight of Natasha trying, yet failing to reach something on the top shelf of the cupboard.

She was clad in nothing but one of your oversized shirts and underwear, her typical attire after a long day at work.

She jumps, and you couldn't help but snort in amusement when she doesn't even come close to reaching the desired item. She glances back at the sound of your stifled laugh, an unamused look appearing on her face in the form of a pout. Without a word, you walk towards her and cup her cheeks before pressing your lips against the warm skin of her forehead. She all but melts into your touch, and you allow your lips to linger just a few seconds longer than normal because of that.

As you pull away and Natasha falls against your chest, you look up to see the item she'd been attempting to grab was a bag of popcorn. You knew you could easily reach up and grab it for her. After all, you weren't exactly small. But a part of you wanted Natasha to be able to grab it herself. She was miss independent. Always had been and you knew she'd appreciate it if you didn't treat her like she was incapable.

With that in mind, you give her body one last squeeze before bending down and wrapping your arms underneath her backside.

Natasha glances down at you with an adorably confused expression on her face, and you press an affectionate kiss to her clothed chest before standing up straight and bringing her with you. She lets out a undignified yelp at the unexpected action, her arms all but clinging to your head as it settles in between her breasts.

Keeping your arms hooked tightly beneath her butt, you bounce her up slightly wanting her to be able to reach her popcorn without fearing she'd fall.

"What are you doing?" She laughs as she looks down at you. You were greeted with an adorably tiny double chin, and you couldn't help but nuzzle your nose against the soft flesh before gesturing with your head towards the popcorn.

"Grab your popcorn baby." You coax, and Natasha rolls her eyes fondly as she releases you with one arm and successfully grabs her snack. Once it was in her grasp, you don't put her down. You simply allow her to slide down your body so her legs were hooked around your waist. Your arms remain beneath her ass, and you give it a playful squeeze earning yourself a quiet squeak of surprise.

"Snuggle time?" You ask, and Natasha sends you a playful glare before nodding her head and allowing you to carry her back through to the living room.

3.

"Nat? Are you coming to bed baby? It's late and-" the remainder of your words get stuck in your throat when you fully take in the sight that greets you. There your girlfriend was, sprawled out on the gym floor, still clad in her workout gear, fast asleep. She was curled up on her side, hands tucked beneath her chin with legs curled up against her chest.

Slipping into the large room through the small gap you'd created, you kneel down next to her and rest a gentle hand on her bare side. She doesn't make a peep at the touch, telling you that she must be exhausted because Natasha was notoriously known for being one of the lightest sleepers ever.

"Oh baby..." you trial off, unsure as to why she'd allowed herself to fall asleep here when there was a perfectly good bed available just upstairs. It was past eleven at night now, way too late for her to still be working out but getting that into her head was proving to be exceedingly difficult.

You contemplate your next actions for a few silent moments as you stare down at your sleeping girlfriend, not wanting to wake her but unsure if you were able to carry her such a far distance to your shared room. It wasn't that she heavy. In fact, when she was awake you could carry her miles because at least then she was holding up some of her own weight. But she was asleep now, and you knew she'd be a complete dead weight.

Knowing you had no other choice, you carefully manoeuvre her onto her back and situate yourself between her legs before leaning down and placing your chest against her own. Her arms seem to instinctively rise to cling to your shirt, and you couldn't help but smile at the action as you hook one arm beneath her back, placing the hand of the other against the back of her head before easing her into a sitting position.

She was now straddling your lap, head heavy against your shoulder as her hands dangle limply over your shoulders. You take a few moments to prepare yourself before hooking an arm beneath her backside and rising to your knees. Two arms would probably be easier, but you needed that to keep her chest flush against your own so she didn't fall backwards.

With a quiet grunt, you lift one leg so your foot was planted firmly on the padded floor before using all the strength in you to rise fully to your feet. You manage the task with no more than  a small wobble, and you silently congratulate yourself as you gently bounce Natasha up into your arms so she'd be more supported.

"What?" You hear her grunt in confusion as her legs instinctively tighten around your waist, and you shush her quietly as you rest a tender hand on the back of her head.

"It's just me, pumpkin. Go back to sleep." You murmur into her ear as you muzzle your nose into her neck, and Natasha let's out a heavy sigh before once again falling limp against you.

Once you were sure she wouldn't wake again, you bring both arms back beneath her behind and begin making your way out of the gym and towards the elevator. You silently curse Tony for making the compound so freaking big as the sliding doors open, arms already aching as you step inside and use your elbow to press the button to the floor your shared room was on.

Natasha, just like you'd suspected, was now a dead weight in your arms, legs limp around your waist and head heavy against your shoulder. You could feel the soft breaths of her quiet exhales against your neck as she sleeps peacefully against you, and you allow yourself to take comfort in the feeling as the doors slide open allowing you to stop out.

The journey to your room was thankfully quick, and you gently bounce Natasha up again so she was at less of a risk of falling when you release her momentarily with one of your arms to type in the code. Soon, you were inside your room, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief as you place one of your knees against the mattress before cupping the back of her head and easing her down onto the bed.

Knowing your next task -stripping her of her tight work out gear and into some comfy pyjamas- would be exceedingly more difficult than the last, you decide to take a few moments and climb into bed next next to her. She seems to instinctively sense your presence, curling up against your chest and throwing one of her legs over your waist, her hand slipping underneath your shirt to rest against the bare skin of your back.

You immediately return the embrace, the hand of the arm acting as her pillow grazing gentle patters against her back whilst your other hand trials affectionately just beneath the waistband of her yoga pants.

With the knowledge that you wouldn't be moving for the remainder of the night, you place a tender kiss to her forehead and murmur a quiet I love you against her hairline before allowing your own eyes to flicker closed too.

4.

When you hear Natasha sigh for the third time in just a few minutes, you force yourself to look away from your book and stare at her with a single eyebrow raised. You were both lounged on the couch, Natasha at one end with her blanket and laptop, and you on the other with your book. You'd both just eaten dinner -Mac and cheese courtesy of Yelena, and you had both taken it upon yourselves to have a few minutes of personal time before you inevitably ended up snuggled together.

When you receive no response to your silent question, you bookmark your place in your book before setting it down onto the coffee table.

"What's wrong miss pouty pants?" You tease affectionately as you poke her with your foot, and the red head sends you an unimpressed glare before seemingly reluctantly bringing her attention back to her laptop. Her hands were frozen on the keyboard, and you could see by the reflection in her glasses that was was working on what appears to be yet another mission report.

Understand her frustration, -because this was the fifth document today, you rise to your knees and shuffle over to her, wedging yourself in between her body and the back of the couch.

Your cheek settles on her shoulder, and though she hesitates, you do eventually feel her cheek come to rest atop of your head. You smile at the action as your arm settles around her waist, fingers creeping beneath her shirt to rest against bare skin. 

"When do these need to be in?" You question quietly, and you feel her stomach rise and fall as she takes a deep breath.

"Tuesday." She responds, and you hum in acknowledgement as you reach forward to save the document before closing the laptop.

"What? No! What are you-" she attempts to grab the computer as you reach over to set it on the coffee table next to your book.

"Baby, it's only Friday. You have time." You attempt to assure her as you grab her hand, but Natasha simply shoves you away from her and attempts to make a grab for her computer. Her fingers skim it before you decide enough was enough. Without a word, you rise from the couch, grab Natasha by the underarms and haul her up with you.

She lets out an undignified yelp her chest collides with your own, "What the heck are-"

"No more computers for Natasha today," you interrupt her as you bounce her up in your arms, your arms beneath her backside to keep her supported as you carry her out of the room and up the stairs. She squirms relentlessly throughout the entire journey making it much harder and longer than it needed to be, but you eventually make it upstairs without dropping her on her ass.

"I will kick your ass," she warns in an almost silent growl as you kick your bedroom door open. "Put me down, right no-ahhh!" you toss her onto your shared bed. She glares at you as you climb in next to her, placing a hand on either side of her head.

"What in the actual fu-mhhhfff."

You smirk against her lips when you feel her kiss back without hesitation, knowing you had her right where you wanted her.

5.

Though the sight in front of you was becoming rather amusing, you knew for a fact that if you didn't put a stop to it now, Natasha would hand Tony's ass to him served on a silver platter.

You see, she was sick. And not just a little sick, but a full on fever and flu that had left her so congested she sounded like a duck when she talks. She needed to be in bed. You knew that also, but convincing her was a quiet the fucking task.

You'd attempted to get her into bed, but she'd simply pushed you into it instead, muttering -if you like the bed so damn much, you get in it- underneath her breath before storming out of the room.

Ten minutes later, you were in the meeting room, and the first five minutes had been fine. Natasha had seemingly been able to get herself under control and not a single peep was made. That had changed rather abruptly when Yelena had teasingly poked her sisters red nose, and Natasha, with a sharp glare towards the blonde, had sneezed four times in a row earning herself a look of disgust from Tony.

"Listen red, you're gross and contagious. You're going to make everyone else gross and contagious if you don't get out of here." Tony attempts to be nice about it as he shields himself with a piece of paper, but the damage had already been done if the look of pure anger on Natasha's face was anything to go by.

"You're a man. That automatically makes you gross and contagious. No one likes you and your stupid tin suit so shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you." She growls, and Tony winces as he sends you a helpless look.

You shrug a little helplessly yourself, not knowing what to do without angering the red head further. As they continue to bicker, you feel a poke to your arm. You look over and see Yelena staring at you with a smirk. It was clear to see she was amused also, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes that wasn't hard for you to miss.

"How much do you like your face?" She asks, and you frown in confusion as you glance between the red head and her sister.

"Quite a lot." You admit, and Yelena clicks her tongue in thought for a second before turning back to you.

"I won't be able to carry her myself, but we have more of a chance if it's two against one." She murmurs, and you hum in thought as you watch Natasha take yet another step towards a terrified Tony.

You knew this may be your only option to get her out of here. After all, it was becoming increasingly obvious that she wouldn't willingly leave herself and there was no way you could talk her out of whatever this was when the threat -Tony- was still within close proximity. You couldn't exactly ask him to leave either, because this was his building.

"Okay. I got her arms. You get her legs." You tell her as you shrug off your jacket, and Yelena nods as she rises to feet and shakes out her arms as it preparing for battle. You snort slightly at the sight, but do the same knowing that by the time you're done, you may no longer be alive.

Yes, Natasha was small, but she was still a former assassin, probably stronger than you and Yelena put together. This was not going to be fun for any of you.

With Yelena close behind, you make your way over to Natasha, stopping just a few feet away. Tony see's you and his eyes light up, proving as a temporary distraction for Natasha who looks confused at the abrupt change of emotion.

Without warning, you lurch forward and grab the red head by the waist, trapping her arms beneath your own as you lift her from her feet. An undignified yelp was your response, and Yelena was quick to step in and grab her flailing legs, wrapping her arms around her calves and effectively pinning them against her own chest.

When it becomes clear she was trapped, Natasha squirming ups a tenfold and you grunt slightly as you begin carrying her out of the room. "What the fuck? Let me go! Stop fucking manhandling me you fucking assholes!"

"Thank you Y/n and mini Romanoff. Bye red!" You hear Tony call, any both you and Yelena share a smirk as you successfully manage to carry the unhappy Russian into the hallway.

"No sex for a week! A month! Yelena I'm stealing your vest and setting it on fire! This is not fair! Let me go!"

Yelena looks mildly disgusted at Natasha's words towards you, but when she hears the threat towards her vest, she looks as though she may cry. When she meets your eyes, you shake your head, silently letting her know Natasha didn't mean it, and whilst she seems doubtful, she does nod her own head in understanding.

Soon, you were in the elevator, a much needed break for your arms and legs because this was way worse than any workout you'd ever done.

"Nat, you're sick," you start as you tighten grip around her. By now, she was becoming increasingly close to getting herself out of your grip, and that would not be good for either of you. "You know what Tony's like with germs. And you need to be in bed. Preferably with some medicine and soup. Doesn't she lena?"

Before Yelena could get a word in edgeways, Natasha throws her head back, and it collides painfully with your nose. You immediately see stars at the action, your eyes burning with the familiar sensation of tears that immediately escape and fall down your cheeks.

Fucking hell that hurt. What was her head made of? Cement?!

Natasha, thankfully, seems unaware of what she'd done, but Yelena see's it and cackles. The elevator doors open, and without a word, you yank Natasha's legs out of her grip, set her down onto the floor, press a kiss to her head to let her know it wasn't her you were mad at before storming off.

"Y/n, no! I'm sorry." You hear Yelena cry. "Don't leave me here with her!!!"

It was your turn to laugh. Serves her fucking right.

A week later, you still had two black eyes.

6.

When the clock strikes one AM and there was still no sign of Natasha, you let out a quiet sigh and kick off the blankets before climbing out of bed. You shiver slightly at the coldness that greets you, pulling on the closest hoodie you could find. It just so happened to be one of the many oversized ones that Natasha's owns.

It falls to your mid thigh and just about covers your ass. You smile in amusement the sight, knowing that this very hoodie all but buries Natasha and falls to her knees.

With a fond eye roll at your tiny girlfriend, you leave the room with the intention of figuring out just where she'd disappeared off too. Instinct tells you she was in the very place you'd left her after heading to bed yourself about four hours ago, and when you reach her office, you figure yourself to be correct.

There Natasha was, still sat at her desk, glasses perched on her nose as her tired eyes flicker over her computer screen. Next to her sat at least three empty cups of coffee, and you sigh at the sight, knowing she'd done everything in her power to keep herself awake despite being exhausted.

Pushing the door open further, you step inside and lightly clear your throat to let your presence be known. Natasha looks up at the sound, her lips quirking up into a small smile at the sight of you in her clothes. It didn't happen often due to your size difference, but either way she absolutely adored it.

"Hi baby." she greets tiredly, and you hum as you step closer and perch yourself at the end of her desk. Her hand immediately settles on your thigh, and you set your own on top of it, trailing the pad of your thumb over the soft skin.

"Hi you. How are you getting on?" You decide not to bombard her with the why aren't you in bed question just yet, knowing it wouldn't do either of you any good.

Natasha sighs as she uses her free hand to pull off her glasses, setting them down next to her still open laptop, "Good. Nearly done actually." She tells you somewhat proudly, and you couldn't help but smile as you gently reach forward to cup her cheek before pressing your lips in a tender kiss against the spot between her eyebrows. Her eyes flutter closed at the gentle affection, allowing you to linger for a little while longer than normal.

"It's late pumpkin." Is all you say as you reluctantly pull away, gentle fingers tucking her hair behind her ear, and Natasha sighs quietly as she nods her head. Her eyes flicker between you and her computer, and you sense that maybe there was something she wants to say but can't quite bring herself to do so. Not wanting to push her, or able to read her mind much to your dismay, you simply perch yourself on her lap and wrap an arm around her shoulder.

Knowing this wasn't something you did frequently nor often, Natasha was quick to wrap her arms around your waist and tuck her head just beneath your chin. In response, you cup the back of her head with your free hand, nuzzling your nose against her hair and taking in the comforting smell of vanilla.

About fifteen minutes pass before you feel her breathing deepen signalling she was growing dangerously close to falling asleep, and knowing her bed would be much more comfortable than her chair, you kiss her head before pulling yourself away from her and rising to your feet.

Natasha looks up at you with an unhappy frown as she grabs the material of your hoodie and tugs in a futile attempt at pulling you back down to her lap.

"No baby," you shake your head as you pry her hands off of you, "let's go to bed, okay?" You attempt to coax, and Natasha let's out a rather quiet, unhappy whine as she attempts to reach for you again.

"Nat, baby, bed. Your chair won't be comfortable." You strive to persuade, bending down and cupping her face in your hands. Tired eyes blink back up at you for just a moment before she pouts and holds out her arms, and you go to take her hands, assuming she wanted your help standing up.

Natasha, however, frowns and shakes her head, only furthering your confusion.

"What is it, my love?"

You watch as hesitation peeks in through the sleepiness lingering in her eyes for just a moment before she swallows heavily and once again holds out her arms. Her lips part, a barely audible question slipping through.

"Carry me?"

It was said so quietly, so nervously it was obvious she was scared that you'd say no. Of course you'd never. Not once has she ever asked you to carry her before. Each and every time you'd done so, you'd been the one to initiate it and not a single complaint had ever slipped from her lips.

It leaves you to believe that maybe, just maybe, there had been many times she'd wanted to ask, but was simply just too scared. Heart melting, you place your hands underneath her armpits and tug her to feet.

"Of course I'll carry you baby. You never have to ask." You murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before bending down slightly and wrapping your arms beneath her behind. You stand, bringing her with you, and almost immediately her legs hook tightly around her waist, arms loose around your neck as her small hands tangle through the baby hair at the nape of your neck.

Keeping one of your arms beneath her for support, you rest the other across her back and begin to carry her out of the room.

"I love you." You hear her murmur, and you smile softly as you give her body a squeeze.

"I love you more than you could ever imagine."

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[its-chili]

Hello, dear reader

It seems as though my mind has grown fickle in age as I recount these tall tales of awe and consternation. It was never my intention to write all of it down, nor to tell anyone of these accounts. I had promised someone rather close to me that I would abandon my efforts to put pen to page, and for a long time, I kept that promise. 

Upon my compatriot's funeral, however, I could feel the unyielding desire rise once more. A compulsion- one might say. Every night, as I lay in bed, the thoughts come to me, the horrific and the strange... plunging my dreams into nightmares. The whiskey can only quench my deteriorating mind for so long. And so I write. Sometimes awake, sometimes in the darkness of my shabby abode beneath the candlelight. I too often find myself at my desk now, ink on a piece of parchment I do not remember acquiring.  

I am a collector. A collector of things that the world would rather soon forget. For many years I had kept my collection to myself, locked away in the confines of my mind. But my bargain will soon be over, and my stories, well... we'll come to see in time. 

I open my door to you, dear and faithful reader, in the hopes that these stories will bring you far more peace than they have brought me.

- E. B.

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[eumivrse]

ON A TIME CRUNCH !

content having sex under a time constraint! stressful, isn’t it?

featuring gojo, geto, nanami, toji, higuruma

warnings semi public sex (nanami and higuruma), deepthroat (geto), gojo is a tease (as always), belt as a restraint + very rough sex (higuruma), fem oral + mention of rose toy lol (toji), slight spanking, a lot of clit stimulation, unprotected sex with all of them whoops!! and the reader does pee after, just not mentioned ;0

note it took me two hours to proofread this and it’s now past 4am LOL i am tired

GOJO

“satoru….” you mewl, nails clawing on his biceps. he has your back against the front door of your shared apartment, his cock stretching your walls ever so slightly. his sweats are hanging just down his mid thighs, too hasty to take a second to shed them right off.

you weren’t going to deny— it’s been a week and a half since you and satoru were able to have some alone, intimate time together. long story short, you were on your way out the door to go to an important job interview for a promotion that you’ve been wanting. your boyfriend kissed you good luck, but that kiss turned into a heated makeout session which ultimately escalated into him being inside of you.

somehow.

he hikes your pencil skirt up, your panties peeled to the side to let his cock slip inside your cunt with ease. the mild burning stretch of your walls due to the lack of foreplay and him fucking into you raw was driving your mind in circles, although you still tried to stand your ground. “please— i have to go now or i’ll be late.” but it really is so hard to resist when he’s hitting all the right spots, his hand wrapped around your neck with his fingers pressing hard enough to have your pussy begging for more as much as you’d like to say otherwise. you shot a quick glance towards the kitchen clock with half lidded eyes, revealing that you have a good 25 minutes to get there on time.

the problem just lies with the fact that it takes 20 minutes to travel there alone.

satoru pants with each thrust, “just another minute or two, babe,” he leans in, closing his eyes and clashing his lips against yours, transferring the tint you applied on your lips to his. with his chest pressed against yours, he keeps you from collapsing, his free hand gripping onto the plump of your ass. he bites your lip, evoking a whine from you as he parts, huffing short breaths against your open mouth. “gotta make sure you’re all relaxed before your interview.”

the air was so hot between the two of you; you were starting to feel dizzy, the coil in your stomach just waiting to be snapped the rougher satoru would thrust into you, his tip getting closer to tap on that g-spot. you stammer, your head slamming back against the wooden door from the overbearing pleasure going on in between your legs, “f-fuck, just hurry up please…”

your frantic pleas were only encouraging satoru to increase his hips in speed, the wet slaps of his cock plunging into you more prominent while he removed his hand from your neck and onto squeezing your clothed breast— wrinkling the fabric that you took the time to iron neatly last night. you could just whine, too dumb on his cock to say anything that wouldn’t pass on as gibberish.

he strikes a harsh slap on your ass, then massages the sting right off using his palm with light squeezes. satoru groans, trying to help by hurrying you to your impending orgasm, sneaking his hand under to flick at your swollen clit. heat rushed up to your cheeks as you dug your nails deeper on his arms, leaving crescent-shaped marks all on his lithe skin. “fuck yeah… that oughta get you cumming now,” he snickers, followed with a grunt when he felt your walls clench around him as the pad of his index finger grazed your clit in irregular patterns. your ass hit the door with a bang! each time he slammed into you, hoping that you don’t get a noise complaint from this.

you were getting annoyed at his little cheeky comments this point, but your body felt like it was floating, his dick far up enough that you could feel the raw texture of it grazing the spot that got your thighs shaking like a leaf, bottom lip jutted out into a pout, “toru— ah— you’re so—“ your palms are curled into fists, arms now wrapping around him to jab punches on his back as your body jolts with every thrust. you sucked in your breath for a moment before you rolled your hips, riding out your high by grinding your clit against his finger, your pussy getting tighter and warmer for him.

you crumple your fingers onto the back of his black compression shirt, pushing him further against you. as much as he’d like to hold out his orgasm and slack his hips to make it more intense, the moral part of him convinced him that you actually have to leave now. plus, it wasn’t helping that your cunt was squeezing on him so deliciously that it was milking him with no resistance, shooting his heavy load deep inside you.

he kept a firm grip on your ass and your boob, wishing he could take your button up off to see your perky nipples, but decided against it for obvious reasons. satoru wanted to say something, implied by the way his mouth parted, but was interrupted with a moan when you felt his warm cum paint your walls, a drop seeping down your inner thigh. “fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. milk my cock f’me just like that,” he mumbles softly as if he was talking to himself.

your senses came back to you when he pulled out, giving you a quick peck on the lips before hooking his fingers on the garter of his sweats to pull it back up. “agh! you’re crazy, my outfit and makeup are all ruined!” you couldn’t see yourself but you could just imagine your mascara is all over your under-eyes now, lipstick smeared on your cheek. your clothes are also disheveled, a huge spot on your button up top is folded with wrinkles, not to mention the mess in between your legs that will take way too long to clean up in the restroom.

satoru sighs jokingly as he pulls your skirt back down to cover you, patting on it to get rid of any crumples. “get yourself a new shirt and bring your makeup bag with you too.” he’s smiling wide, like a bulb just lit up above his head.

“why?” you raise an eyebrow, although you do admit a lot of your prior anxiety has been lifted off your shoulders. your chest feels lighter somehow even though you normally would be panicking right now.

satoru takes your purse from the ground, slipping his hand in to search for your car keys. when he finds it, he swings them in front of you and you roll your eyes, giggling at his foolishness. “you gotta be there soon, no? i’ll drive you while you get ready.” he winks.

“you’re so stupid.”

he sticks his tongue out before opening the front door, “and i love you!”

GETO

you had planned for a few of your mutual friends to come over to you and suguru’s place for dinner. you were in a frenzy, trying to get your boyfriend in the zone with you to make sure every spot in the house is clean and ready. he was compliant, your apartment was a mess due to no time to clean for the past few days. he knew hosting was something you took seriously even if it was just for a casual gathering, so you were satisfied when he kept the same energy alongside you.

you had 15 minutes to spare after everything was ready. suguru intended on spending that time by relaxing; his back was starting to kill him like he’s a senile old man, but to his surprise, you had other plans in mind.

“oh— baby, you don’t have to do this.” he laughs, his face crimson from having your lips wrapped so firm against his cock. you run your tongue just right along the prominent vein protruding through the length, and he was fighting the urge to thrust his hips up for his tip to prod against the back of your throat. you were on your knees as he sat on the foot of the mattress, his palms rested on the sheets.

your intention was to reward him for being such a good boyfriend; he deserves it after doing everything you asked of him and beyond. even if you were being demanding.

you breathe air in through your nose as your mouth inched closer and closer towards the hilt, closing your eyes from the stinging tears threatening to patter down your lash line. you wrap your hand below your mouth and around his cock in a c-shape, slow strokes provoking heavenly curses rolling past his lips. your unoccupied hand was sneaked under the space between your legs, teasing yourself by sticking two fingers up, grinding your clothed crotch against it. your wet saliva dribbled down your chin, the sight of you with your mouth full of his dick only turning suguru on even further.

you're practically gargling around him from the lack of air in your throat, your little whimpers vibrating straight through his cock as you continue to take more of him. suguru has his hand on top of your head, his way of guiding you carefully down to the base of his cock, but his patience was starting to run thin.

he groans, his other hand slapping over his mouth, slightly startled and ashamed at how loud that was. “baby, ngh— aren’t they going to be here soon?” as much as he wants to cum and continue this by being inside you, he was trying to be rational. although it was clear his body was longing for this. you just ignored him while you bob your head carefully. suguru’s impatience had taken over him and he lets his hips snap, thrusting his cock up far enough that it nearly punched the back of your throat.

you gag, your hand that was wrapped around him is now grasping on his thigh, slipping your mouth off his long cock and hacking out a cough from gasping too sharply, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip and his tip. drool pooled on the wooden floor beneath you as you continue to rub your confined clit, your hand starting getting sore from trying to get yourself off just to be feeling dull from the barriers of your shorts and underwear.

you wrap your palm around his cock coated with your spit and his pre, wet rings forming on your hand. answering his question, your mouth is still adjusting from being so loose, “we have time, love. and you can’t cum until you’re inside me.”

you jerk your hand up and down, hunching down a bit to stick your tongue back out, flicking on the slit of his tip. looking up at him, you couldn’t help but smirk seeing his face and ears flush pink, eyes squinted in pure pleasure. suguru makes eye contact with you for a second, then transfers his gaze to the pathetic way you humped your fingers, your baby pink shorts making it easy for him to see the drenched spot of arousal on the fabric.

he sighs, having enough of this. “then hurry and spread your legs already.” he slouches down, reaching over and pulling you by the elbows, his strength letting him throw you on the bed behind him. turning around, he kneels in front of your body, all splayed for him as he aggressively grabs the garter of your shorts and underwear and yanks them off, tossing it to the pile on the ground where his sweats are.

you were fascinated at his change of tone, still with a smug smirk on your face as suguru crawled on top of you, his toned arms caging you in between. his fat cock rests in between your folds as he slides up and down, the head pressing on your clit that previously lacked well needed attention. you moan at the contact after being deprived for so long and after suguru thought that you were warmed up enough, he aligns himself to sheath inside of you, your cunt nearly engulfing him whole.

he grunts when he’d reach balls deep inside of you, your walls pulsating around him. “we can finish before they arrive, yeah?” with roughly 7 minutes left before time, he pushes the back of your thighs towards your chest, keeping you spread to allow you to feel how fucking well he’s splitting you open.

you could only respond with a whine, head falling back and digging on the pillow beneath you, hands gripping onto the plush and pulling it towards your face to suppress your moans.

he was concerned whether or not you’d be able to cum on time, but judging by your reaction from him barely being inside you and the fact that he’s not too far off from reaching his own high— he stopped worrying and threw his concerns out the window.

starting with easy, slow thrusts, he chuckles when you pressed the folded pillow against your face. “show me your face, baby. finish what you started.”

NANAMI

“shh. can’t have them hearing you now, sweetheart. this is all for me,” kento nibbles on your ear as you have your back flush against his chest, on his lap with your legs being pried apart by his huge arms wrapped around you while he sits on the toilet. one of his hands are holding onto the back of your knee and the other is splitting your folds with his fingers in a v-shape as he nestles his fat cock past your hole and into your cunt.

this was quite uncomfortable, the space was small around you, with flimsy walls that enclosed the bathroom stall. you were afraid the toilet wasn’t going to be able to hold both of your weights, but nanami managed to shift his hips just enough to let his cock slip in and out of you with no problem. your ass was raised up for more allowance, skirt lifted to your tummy. if someone opens the stall right now, your frontal will be the first thing they see.

taking your 15s with kento has often been like this ever since you started dating on the down low to avoid gossip from your co-workers. it’s also difficult to spend time together outside of work discreetly, especially lately now that it’s been so busy. and what better way to spend 15 minutes of break instead of hearing your other coworkers talk shit about each other?

you mewl, voice weakened, “kento, how much time do we have before break is over?” your head falls backwards towards his shoulder and he leans his head a little to clash his lips against yours, closing your eyes to relish in the way he’s making you see stars already, letting his tongue enter your mouth to meet with yours. he swallows your moans; the kiss was so sloppy, a drop of saliva dripped down your chin and took shape on your collarbone.

it was hard not to squirm around him when he’s stretching you out so good, his nimble fingers collecting the slick that his cock would draw out of you the more he thrusts his hips. he parts abruptly, sticking his tongue out with a twine of saliva making a connection between the two of you. kento huffs and unravels one of his arms around you to check his wristwatch, one leg falling flat on his thigh. he mumbles, “4 minutes.”

“4 minutes?!” you repeat, voice bouncing off the walls. worry had started to take over your body and you wriggle your other leg to release yourself out of his constraint, which he was willing to let go— until the door to the bathroom hinges open. he was still inside of you and you swiftly allow him to conceal your legs from the open space beneath the stall by taking hold of the back of your knees in a butterfly spread, legs in the air. you cover your mouth with both your hands, pupils blown as you hear footsteps coming closer and closer to where you two are.

it just happened to be the day you decided to risk it and do it in the nearest male’s bathroom to your office as opposed to going all the way to kento’s car. you should’ve been surprised it took this long for someone to come in unwarranted.

the man was humming a song as he chose the stall next to you, and he sounded like one of your junior co-workers: ino takuma. you turn your head a bit to look at kento for some sort of reassurance and he mouths to you word for word, “let’s wait.” you nod sheepishly, mind now filled with uncertainty, yet still clouded with the thought of his dick buried inside you while someone else is just a few feet away.

you were all ears as ino unbuckled his belt, hearing a liquid stream shoot down the toilet. he notices that someone else is at the stall next to him, interrupting the song he was humming and asking with a hint of enthusiasm, “you okay over there?”

kento shimmies his hips, the feeling of his cock shifting in you almost making you gasp, which thankfully you were able to suppress with your palms. he clears his throat, “uh- yeah. i’m doing just fine.” you were being folded in half, knees pushed enough that it’s nearly against your chest, tits spilling out of your bra. kento looked up and realized that your clothes were still hanging over the wall partitioning the stalls between yours and ino’s as his own clothes were occupying the hooks behind the door. scooping your legs up with one arm, he reached his free one over to grab the garments which consisted of your sweater and your panties.

thankfully, ino didn’t seem to have noticed that, but for some reason he was taking his damn time in his stall. or maybe that’s just how it felt like to you.

ino chuckles, recognizing your boyfriend’s voice. “mr. nanami? you seem distressed, did the lunch ruin your stomach too?” your ears catch the sound of toilet paper whirring out of the dispenser, breath caught in the back of your throat as if he would be able to figure out that his two senior co-workers are screwing in the stall next to him just by your breath.

kento laughs nervously, quietly placing your clothes on the toilet dispenser next to you to free up his hand, then moving it so his fingers would be right over your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. you writhe on top of him, and he tightens his grip around you with his other arm to keep you from squirming. “y-yeah,” he stammers, “just a tad constipated,” he purses his lips, shaking his head in shame that he just admitted something so embarrassing even though it was a lie. ino leaves the stall with a click! and you can hear him washing his hands. “well, i hope you feel better soon, sir. i’ll let them know you’re not feeling well so take your time in there, okay?”

he must think this is some sick joke or something because kento started rocking his hips again, his cock plunging along your walls, the head pressing on your g-spot. kento grunts when you clench around him, tipping him over the edge, “… thanks ino.”

when you were sure that ino was gone after waiting a few seconds, you remove your hands from your mouth which now dripped with drool, letting yourself huff out loud. one hand was cupped on top of kento’s hand that worked on your clit while the other swung behind the back of his head to push his face close as you twist your head to give him a quick kiss. “m’ so close,” you mumble, lips paralyzed. “i want you to cum inside me…”

“okay baby, i got you.” kento couldn’t give a flying fuck how loud you were being now, screeching moans of his name and the wet sloppy way his cock would fuck into you— he swears he didn’t even realize you released just right before he did, cum dripping down his cock as it popped out, letting your sore legs loose. you shudder from the hollow feeling of him pulling out, sighing as you catch your breath.

you let your feet touch the ground, hands now placed on his knees for leverage as you stand back up. you turn around to see his body sheened with sweat, the buttons on his long sleeve top half undone. “are we going to make it on time?” you ask, although you had a sick feeling you’re already late. it wouldn’t have mattered so much if you didn’t have a meeting.

“about 30 seconds,” he pants as he starts to place his buttons back in its respective holes.

“ughhhh shit!” you curse, frantically pulling your skirt back down, trying to make the wrinkles look neat, then grabbing your panties to slip them back on. you catch kento staring at you and he laughs at himself, giving him a perplexed look in return for not being as antsy as you.

he mutters, “so cute.”

TOJI

you’ve been saying no to having sex with toji ever since he pissed you off about eating a slice of cake you’ve been saving and fantasizing about all day. you specifically told him to leave that alone in the fridge before going to work, but lo and behold— you came home with it gone from its spot. he offered to buy another one, but that cake is a seasonal item from your local bakery, and you happened to get your hands on it on the last day it’s available, having to wait in line for 45 minutes.

toji thought you were being petty, but asked for your forgiveness anyways. you forgave, but you basically grounded him from touching you all week even though he tried to lure you in multiple times. it started from buying you a whole cake from the same bakery— although it was a different flavor. you appreciated the gesture and thanked him for it, but you stood your ground.

the second day he tried seducing you by taking his shirt off right after he came home from the gym. your eyes couldn’t contain itself from staring at the muscles on his back as he smirked to himself walking into your shared bedroom. it was a nice try, knowing that could get you riled up, but again, you planned to keep your word.

until the 3rd day hit and toji was fed up with it.

you were in bed facing him, eyes closed, getting ready to sleep when he suddenly says, “1 minute.”

eyes now half open, eyebrows scrunching in curiosity, you ask, “what are you talking about?”

he sighs with desperation in his tone, “if i can make you cum in one minute, you’ll stop this. please?” it’s rare that toji pleads to you like this, but it is a pretty big deal that you banned him from touching you considering how you’re both quite handsy with each other.

scoffing, you laugh at him, then puckering your lips in mockery, “1 minute? okay big boy, whatever you say.” but his bet doesn’t sound so bad when you’ve been just as needy the past 3 days, discreetly using your rose toy in the restroom pretending that it’s his lips sucking on your clit instead. you didn’t realize it’d be affecting you this much too.

after a moment of silence, you approve of his deal, “fine, but if you can’t make me cum in a minute, i’ll extend the ban for a month,” toji knew the risks he was taking— no sex for a month? but nonetheless, he was ready to place all his cards on the table.

thus, how you ended up with your legs shaking around his head, his tongue latched onto your clit.

he has two fingers slipped inside your cunt, and it was evident from your loud whimpers that you’ve been pent up just as much as he has been. he sighs, as if he just chugged a fresh, cold drink. “come on, baby. were you trying to punish me or yourself?” you were already soaking wet by the time he discarded your panties, coming to a realization that this challenge was nothing more than a piece of cake.

the timer on your phone was ticking with 45 seconds left in his favor. his thick fingers are vehemently being shoved in and out of you, it was starting to get embarassing how loud the squelching is with each push of his digits. he jostled the wet muscle of his tongue on your clit in a jerking motion, and you arch your back, covering your face with your palms as if that would help. his saliva trickled down your folds, then caught it with his tongue.

you refused to look at him, keeping your eyes glued shut or else you’ll cum sooner than you anticipated. his arms are wrapped around the outside of your thighs which rested on his shoulders to keep your pussy in full access for him. his hands massaged the pudge of your groin, adding onto the sheer stimulation you’re experiencing right now.

toji mocks, seeing that the clock tells him he still has half a minute left and you’re already on the brink of cumming all over his fingers. “would rather cum on my fingers or on my dick?”

you gasp, hands now grasped onto the crème sheets beneath to you. “ah— hah— you’re dick, fuck—“

your face felt so hot, the tips of his fingers dipping into that squishy spot inside that got you squirting, fluid spurting out and soaking his fingers while he placed his lips on your clit, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he laughs, “fuck yeah… fucking love it when you squirt for me like that…” you lift your head take a peek at him, tucking your chin in to see him tease you by sticking his tongue out, upper lip dripping with your slick.

you tremble, slightly out of breath as your chest rose and fell, “shit, toji. okay, you got me.” maybe it wouldn’t have been so easy for him if you weren’t already horny, but you had to hand it to him for playing your game well. your rose toy couldn’t even compare.

he traces your pussy once more with the fingers that were just inside of you, smirking arrogantly as he sits up, leaving your legs to land back on the mattress. his face is on top of yours, and you cup his cheeks to bring his lips towards yours for a longing kiss, tasting a hint of your arousal. you nibble on his bottom lip as he pulls away, aroused by the way his lip bounced back up.

just in time, the timer went off and you searched for your phone with your hand to turn it off without averting your gaze from him. he asks with a mumble, “the ban is off?”

you chuckle, voice hoarse and throat dry, “fine, the ban is off.” with your arms laced around him, he uses one hand to pop his cock out his boxers, not bothering to pull it all the way down. he grins as he slaps it in between your folds, watching you shiver under his touch. he leans in for a peck on the lips, followed with a harsh strike to your tit with his palm before groping on it to massage the sting away.

he breathes against your trembling lips, “still wanna cum on my cock?”

HIGURUMA

“higuruma, sir—“ you giggle, bent over the wide oak desk that occupied the back of his office. your hands were bounded behind you with his leather belt as higuruma pounds into you from behind, your body jolting forward with each thrust. he was still clad with his suit on, with the exception that his pants and boxers are down around his ankles, thinking that it’s too much of a hassle to take it all off as he’s still on the clock.

he slouches down, licking a stripe up the shell of your ear before muttering, “it’s hiromi, darling.” he reminds you, having hated the idea of being called by his last name while having sex. you flinch, sensitivity heightened from being deprived of using your hands. the desk produced harsh creaking noises with each mean thrust of higuruma’s hips, releasing all his pent up anger on your tight cunt. as soon as he entered the office, he had you bent over with your ass pointed up towards the ceiling, tugging your pants down and moving your panties over one ass cheek.

the cases he had to deal with all week have been stressful in the worst ways possible— uncooperative clients, complex situations, just everything felt like it was against him. the only thing that bode well for him having to endure this hellish week was you— his legal assistant. you’re organized, quick to your feet, and efficient. everything he wants in an assistant.

oh and the pussy is amazing too, but no one else is supposed to know that.

you were resting on one cheek, faced towards the shelves full of loose papers and books, saliva trickling down on the surface of his desk. your walls were being bullied by his cock, drilling into you with no mercy. you were already seeing stark— this all would've been fine and dandy if you two didn’t have to be at court in less than half an hour. “hiromi… we have to leave soon.” you cry, voice constricted from having your chest pressed against the desk.

he continues to slap his pelvis against your ass, hips consistent with rhythm like it’s a metronome. “do we? fuck—“ he grunts, slamming his eyes shut as he relishes the way your snug cunt would pulse around him. he reaches one of his hands up, then smacks your ass, making you yelp in pain while his free one is keeping your body from thrashing by squeezing your other ass cheek. you whine, still thinking about work for some odd reason, “yes— and you know how uptight that client is.” it felt ridiculous how tears are rimmed on your lash line from the prickling sensation on your ass while you’re speaking about professional matters.

higuruma slacks his hips for a moment, pushing his weight against you so hard that you almost choke trying to gasp, cock sunken in you to the hilt while case files and the pens on his desk shifted in position. he ponders while grazing his hand over the curve of your ass, “he’s the one that snapped at you for being a minute late?”

you turn your head the best you can, giving him a timid nod. this particular client has been hard to work with, higuruma was trying his best to be empathetic but sometimes he wishes he didn’t have this passion for bringing justice. the man is even infamous at your firm now for being extremely rude, and higuruma was the only one willing to take his case on.

he sighs, clicking the roof of his mouth with his tongue, waiting for a moment to think about his choices: whether to cut this off with you now to please the client’s wishes of you two being there 10 minutes early, or continue this and arrive just a few minutes past the agreed time.

it didn’t take long for him to decide— tugging on the loose strap of the belt around your wrists to pull you against his chest, cock angled so fucking deliciously that you feel like his tip is poking on your abdominal lining. he whispers, breath hitting the crook of your neck, “that bastard will just have to deal with it then,” he lets some of the strap loose so that your spine would be in a bowed arch, arms stretched back from higuruma pulling on it. you breathe through your mouth with your teeth clenched shut from the ache coming from your wrist. there’s no way that’s not going to leave a mark considering how the leather is starting to dig into your skin since it’s the only thing supporting your upper body.

that thought was soon discarded though when he used that to his advantage, wrapping the belt around one of his wrists to keep you arched as he thrusts into you, your breasts jiggling even under the confines of your clothes. the sounds eliciting from your lips were starting to gradually increase in volume, even as you tried to keep it down for the sake of your fellow coworkers. your cheeks were hot, cunt throbbing every time you hear your boss grunt and mutter curses under his breath.

with both your eyes shut, you open one eye to shoot a quick glance at the clock on his desk. the client wants you there in 20 minutes but the court hearing doesn’t actually start until 30 minutes. the only obstacle you have to face is the traffic on the way to the court building.

if fate couldn’t have been more against the two of you right now, higuruma’s office phone started ringing. you turn your head as a gesture for him to notice in case he wasn’t paying attention, but he was already looking at it with a death stare on his face, as if that phone committed a heinous crime or something. his hips never faltered, you were being split open with such vigor that your legs were shivering.

the ringing eventually stopped, but then followed with another one, with the same annoying string of sound. he had enough at this point, but he kept plunging into you even harder, your body jerking forward, his cockhead pistoning into your g-spot. obviously pissed off, his voice was gruff as he groaned with the animalistic desire to fuck you full of cock. the irritating noise of the landline was blaring, but maybe it would’ve been for the best considering how vocal you’re being.

“fuck, hiromi—! i’m gonna cum,” your wanton moans were being swallowed by the phone’s continuous ringing, your arms going limp. his belt clinked with each deep thrust, and he couldn’t even bother trying to be quiet anymore either. “yes, baby— cum all over me, mhm—“ he purses his lips, moaning as his tone raised in pitch, his hips stiffening for a millisecond when he felt you release around him and he pulls out, one hand still gripped on the leather strap while he uses his other to jerk himself off to his orgasm, streams of his warm cum spurting out on your inner thighs.

you felt so frail, higuruma unbuckling the belt holding your wrists together almost immediately after his high. you spun around, and he wipes cum off his hand with the handkerchief placed inside his suit pocket. he sees that your wrists are wrung with indents of the leather. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. we should’ve used something less harsh.” placing the handkerchief on his desk when he was done with it, he holds both of your wrists and massages them, his thumb caressing on your skin.

“now you owe me dinner later.” you stick your tongue out and he scoffs.

the corners of his lips upturn into a smile, “sure.” he glances at the clock and he throws his head back, sighing in exhaustion.

“that prick is gonna yell at us for being late.” he chuckles, referring to the client. when he lets your hands go, you take a tissue from his desk behind you, cleaning yourself off. then you pull your slacks back up, tucking your shirt under while you dust off any wrinkles and debris from the carpet.

you laugh, poking fun at what he said earlier, “let that bastard deal with it then.”

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[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: May 2024

I truly don’t know what came over me this month, but I managed to read a lot! Yay! A lot of stories on this list are quite ‘old’ and some of the authors are on indefinite hiatus, but please, do still read their amazing stories and leave them some nice and sweet feedback! You never know if they check in from time to time, and you’ll truly make their day with a lovely comment or reblog 🥰

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | 💜 | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Bus Ride @back2bluesidex [1.2k]  // knj x f.reader // coworkers to lovers // 🥰🥵

📝 Namjoon has a massive crush on his coworker and it takes all his self control to survive a bus-ride with her.

🗨️ this was so freaking good, I really loved it ✨ I kinda wanna read more of this couple (not telling you to write more), just that I adore these two 🥰

⭐Castaways @rmnamjoons [25.5k] // knj x f.reader // s2l, slow burn, cruise!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy friend Namjoon, who’s almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.

🗨️ holy fucking shit— this was perfection 😭💯 A new favorite of mine, hands down. First off, the theme? Like being stranded and a castaway, so fucking good. I loved it. The whole trip, also so fun, but their banter, exceptional 👏✨ I loved how their tension build so slowly, a fantastic slow burn 🥰 I also did enjoy when the went overboard, because it made it much more realistic, and the descriptions of the event underwater was so good. Like, everything about this is so fucking amazing! And the smut, omg I’m drooling 🤤

⭐Solace @m-yg93 [13.5k] // knj x f.reader // roommates!au, s2l // 🥰🥵😂

📝 Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

🗨️ omg 💯😭 This was so fucking cute, sweet, dirty and filthy 🥵 I loved it so much!!!! I loved how Yoongi called Jin and Namjoon ‘Biceps and Shoulders’ 🤣 So hilarious! This was truly just— *chef’s kiss* 😘

⭐The Sheriff @ppersonna [6.8k] // knj x f.reader // f2l, cowboy!au // 🥰🥵😂

📝 you’ve always had a soft spot for Kim Namjoon, the local sheriff.  seems like he’s had one for you, too.

🗨️ ahhhh— the smut in this 🥵🥵🥵 Hot, hot, hot! Another new favorite! It was so good and damn, the last line of dialogue had me laughing way too much 🤣 💯

⭐Forbidden @back2bluesidex [1.8k]  // knj x f.reader // university!au, forbidden relationship // 🥵

📝 you know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

🗨️ omg 🤤 There’s just something about forbidden love, it just hits so good, and this was short and dirty— loved the dynamic between reader and Namjoon 🥵💜

⭐Cherry Topper @kth1 [17.6k] // ksj x f.reader // f2l, university!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Seokjin is a chaotically fun-loving guy who works long and hard hours at his successful, family owned candy store named Kim’s Sweet’s Shop, located on the corner of Cherry Lane. Being consistently busy with the labor of his work schedule and attending college to finish off his masters program, he has a very little social life and definitely does not have time for dating on this romantic, hectic holiday. But from right under his nose, one of his many admirers just so happens to be the sugar-coated treat that he’s been missing out on.

🗨️ Iiihh~ I finally got around to read this one 🥰 I love all the bickering in it, and I’m going to reference a line from the story, because I think it’s sums their relationship up so well: “He’s persistent - but you are more persistent.” 😂 I really loved it, it was cute and funny with some chocolate syrup drizzled on top 🤤🥵💯

⭐Fast Lane @yminie [20.6k] // ksj x f.reader // e2l, racer!au // 🥵😂

📝 “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively; Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap.

🗨️ yay this was so freaking good! I loved everything in it 🥰💯

⭐Off Limits [completed series] @floralseokjin [n/a] // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

🗨️ weee~ This was so good and I can’t wait to read the rest of the chapters!!! The smut was brilliant ✨💯 I’ve only read the very first chapter, but I’m already hooked!

⭐Pride & Fidget Spinners @kpopfanfictrash [18.6k] // ksj x f.reader // e2l, shoppingmall!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Seokjin has always prided himself on being the top mall kiosk salesman. His turf, the spot nearest to the fountain, is due to him being the undisputed best in the game. At least, until you arrive and throw his world into chaos.

🗨️ ohh my— perfection and so fucking hot 🥵 I loved, loved, loved all the tension and banter between Seokjin and reader. So incredible and it just made the smut so freaking amazing 😭 Yep, yep, another favorite added to the list 💖💯

⭐Christmas Warfare @gimmethatagustd [14.5k] // ksj x f.reader // exes2l // 🥵🥰😂🌩️

📝 You will win the neighborhood's "Best Christmas Decorations" contest and rub it in your ex-boyfriend's face, by any means necessary. Jin will win your heart back, even if it means surrendering his crown as King of Christmas Decorations.

🗨️ 😭😭😭 Oh my… finally got to read it and shit it is beautiful! I love all the humor, smut and the fluff too— and best friend Yoongi 🥰 Everything in this is so freaking good 💯💜

⭐Ménage à Trois @jungkookiebus [2.5k]  // myg x f.reader x female oc // fwb, threesome // 🥵🥰

📝 you have been friends with benefits with Yoongi for a while now. He asks you one night if you’d be interested in adding another partner for a one night threesome that you enthusiastically agree to. The tryst makes Yoongi realize that his feelings run a little deeper than he thought. 

🗨️ I’ve read a few threesomes now, but never fxfxm before, I’ve only read mxmxf— so this was a really refreshing read, and holy fuck it was hot 🥵 And Yoongi’s confession at the end 🥹 💜

⭐Honey: #1 & #2 [completed] @gguksgalaxy [13.1k + ] // myg x f.reader // robbers!au, criminals!au, established relationship // 🥵🌩️

📝 your boss’ partner often asks you to do things you’d consider immoral, it’s a commodity by now. However, when he orders you to bring back Honey for a particularly dangerous heist you can’t help but feel conflicted. Can you bring back your lost lover when your hands are stained with the blood of his best friend?

🗨️ this is almost breaking me— I’m crying 😭 But it’s so fucking good. Incredible. A masterpiece. I haven’t read much like this one, and the tension and drama is amazing! This is both exciting and devastating 😭 And the writing? The storytelling and world building is just so good— spot on 💯

There’s a lot of sadness, because of mourning and, and, there’s just a lot of feelings, and it’s so well written. I love how the words change depending on the scene and the character’s emotion, like at one point, it’s short, sharp and fast paced, and then in the next, it’s long, slow and lingering. Wow. Just incredible 👏 If this where a physical book, I would be flipping through the pages so fucking bad, because I’m so hooked, gotta know what happenes next 😭✨ I can’t recommend this enough, it’s so freaking good! 💜

⭐Burden @casuallyimagining [n/a]  // myg x f.reader // idol!au, established relationship // 🥰

📝 you care for Yoongi after surgery.

🗨️ Omg this was so cute and fluffy I love it 😍😭

⭐Watermelon Sugar @yoonjinkooked [23k] // myg x f.reader // s2l, romcom // 🥰🥵😂

📝 travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.

🗨️ this was so cute, and funny too! I really loved it 💯

⭐Haegeum @back2bluesidex [1.8k]  // myg x f.reader // criminals!au, dub-con // 🥵

📝 banning Yoongi from your bar has its own consequences.

🗨️ holy fucking hell— this was hot and so good 😭🥵

⭐Safety Zone @btsgotjams27 [5.3k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, s2l // 🥵

📝 when you forget to rsvp to j-hope's listening party, you take it upon yourself to make it up to him.

🗨️ I loved their slight back and forth— they were light magnets drawn together, like their tension was just so good. Beautifully written— I just loved everything 😍

⭐Crash Landing @mininky [13.4k] // jhs x f.reader // best friend’s older brother!au, university!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jung Hoseok. Notorious hot dude on campus. Excellent dancer. Bad boy. Tattoos. Your best friend’s older brother. There were a lot of reasons why he was a terrible idea. Scratch that, fucking awful life ruining idea. But hey, you’re here to win ‘dumbest idea of the century’ award apparently.

🗨️ so freaking cute and perfect— I love it 😭💖💯

⭐Best Fucking Friends @back2bluesidex [2k]  // jhs x f.reader x pjm // threesome, bf2l // 🥵

📝 guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.  

🗨️ OMG 🥵 OC’s ex is such a dumb fuck, but his loss! Thankfully she has exceptional best friends that can show her what she’s been missing. Loved it 💖

⭐Plant Boy @gukyi [11k]  // jhs x f.reader // hogwarts!au, opposites to lovers // 🥰🪄

📝 after seven years of doing it, you’d like to think you’re an expert at skipping class. stay hidden, stay quiet, and act inconspicuous. but when you accidentally draw the attention of jung hoseok while you’re camping out on the benches outside the greenhouses, you begin to realize that all it takes is a boy with sunshine at his fingertips and a particular affinity for herbology to change things.

🗨️ I’ve seen a few Hogwarts AUs out there, but this is my first time reading one— and damn, it was so cute, fluffy and sweet. I really loved it 💖

⭐The Retreat @ugh-yoongi [19.6k] // jhs x f.reader // childhood bf2l, fake dating!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where namjoon just wants Hoseok to take care of himself, but then there's a fake relationship, only one bed, a guy who doesn't talk, and maybe a weird cult.)

🗨️ I don’t know where to begin with this one— it was so fucking hilarious I was laughing so hard I was choking on my own laughter at times 🤣 The smut is light in this one— and it’s good, but it’s not really what this one is about, the best part for me was the freaking dynamic between Hoseok and Namjoon (seriously, so fucking incredible!) and then Hoseok and reader ✨ All the banter and blackmail 🤭💯 I loved everything about it, and it’s definitely a new favorites and I’m so in love with all the jokes between Namjoon and Hoseok in the beginning— that was so fucking priceless!!!! 👏 And then at the retreat too when Hoseok and reader meets everyone else 🤭💜

⭐Rainy Night @swanlakebaby [0.6k]  // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰

📝 intentionally left blank by the author!

🗨️ this is just really cute and fluffy 🥹

⭐Rich Kid @gukyi [5k]  // pjm x f.reader // e2l/f2l // 🥰

📝 Park jimin is a rich kid.

🗨️ I really enjoyed this 🥰 I loved all the detailed descriptions of Jimin, the fact that we got both POVs, and there was just so much fluff and generally, OC wanted none of Jimin’s advances 🤣 Also when the power went out, that rich kid really showed in Jimin 🤣👏

⭐Anti Romantic @sxtaep [3.4k]  // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 you could come across as the number one hater of the male species, but not when it came to jimin.

🗨️ Omg so filthy and cute at the same time 🥵 Loved it! 💖

⭐The Pitfalls of Silk @ctrlhope [20k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // 🥰🥵😈🪄

📝 the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. 

🗨️ I truly don’t know where to begin with this one— damn. It was so fucking amazing!! The world building and writing was perfect and the tension and how their relationship built over time too. Everything is just so exceptional!!! 👏 And the smut, holy shit— 🥵 I’m lost for words 😭 And their dialogues and thoughts, having both of the povs mixed together just made it so amazing 😭 I really loved it and this is another clear new one to add to my favorites 😭💯💖

⭐Crown Jewels @jincherie [4.5k]  // pjm x f.reader // s2l, fantasy!au, mermaid!au // 🥰🪄

📝 you sneak into the castle to steal the King’s jewels and gold and find more than you bargained for.

🗨️ I have a super soft spot for mermaid/merman AUs okay 😭 There’s just something magical in it! This was really cute and fluffy— I really loved it, my heart was racing most of the time because I was so damn afraid reader was going to get caught! So sweet and good 💖

⭐The Hitchhiker @smoljimjim [11.5k]  // kth x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 Taehyung is on a very important mission to crash his ex-best friend's wedding after he was uninvited. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side and he found himself resorting to hitchhiking to get to the wedding. That's where he meets Siri, a weird and cheery girl who happily allows Tae to join her on her road trip.

🗨️ Wow. I read this last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it while I slept 🥹 Truly, this story is so freaking beautiful, sweet, cute, fluffy, smutty and sad all at once. I laughed so much, smiled so much, because it was just so cute 🥹 It’s almost difficult to put into words all the things I love about this fic, but I’ll try. The storyline is very cohesive, and everything has meaning, there’s a lot of deeper meaning in this and the characters goes under a journey— really beautiful character development 🥹 Something happens, that really surprised me, and I won’t spoil it for you, because I think it’s both sad, but oh so beautiful and it hits better if you don’t expect it. There’s a letter— it’s fucking beautiful and it made me cry. It was just really beautiful, okay? I really think it’s a shame this doesn’t have more notes, because the story and plot is really lovely 🥹 And the attention to detail with the words was really good (hope) ✨

⭐Tanzanite Treasures @kth1 [11.8k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, fantasy!au, mermaid!au // 🥵🥰🪄

📝 you’re met with a handsome man who hands you back your missing necklace given to you by your late grandmother. What you didn’t know is that the necklace holds such a powerful secret about life under the sea. 

🗨️ this was so fucking cute— I can’t 😭 I love it, and the world building was so cute and detailed too— so magical 🥰💯

⭐Tempted, You Know @dntaewithluv [5.2k]  // kth x f.reader // bf2l, concert!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung really is the perfect best friend. Especially when he lets you drag him to a Harry Styles concert last minute. But as the night goes on, temptation sets in and the line between friends and more starts to get a little blurred… 

🗨️ so cute with a sprinkle of dirty in it 🥰

⭐Fanservice @bangtanintotheroom [30.8k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, camboy!au // 🥵

📝 every Friday night at 10 PM was dedicated to your favorite camboy. When he hosts a contest and you end up the lucky winner, you’ll have to brace yourself for your unexpected debut.

🗨️ wft 🥵 This is just shy of 31k and I feel like maybe 5k of this isn’t smut, the rest of this is pure unadulterated, filthy smut 🤤 And it is amazing! Really good and loved it 💯

⭐Kodachrome @hobivore [9k] // kth x f.reader x jjk // threesome, est. relationship // 🥵

📝 an unexpected encounter on Valentine’s Day brings back an old memory: after discussing some fantasies with your boyfriend, Taehyung, you can’t help but think it’s almost serendipitous when an old friend comes into town.

🗨️ This was so fucking good 😭🥵 I really loved it 💯

⭐Chasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ I’m always mind blown with whatever Ella write, honestly. This series is a banger, and I’ve read the first 3 chapters and she releases a new one every Friday. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend it ✨💯

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ yes, yes, I’m still recommending this story! I’ve finally caught up with all the released chapters, and it’s just so good, so intriguing to read— so excited to uncover more as Lua writes this beautiful story ✨

⭐Heartbreaker of mine @ktheist [7.5k]  // jjk x f.reader // university!au, slice of life!au, f2l // 🥵🌩️

📝 ah, here we are again. the overtold, cliche as hell story about two best friends who might or might not be in love with each other. except you can’t - wouldn’t dare to dream about being with jungkook. alternatively, wherein you fell for the one who could break your heart.

🗨️ 🥹🥹🥹 I was not prepared for how sad and angsty this actually was 😭 It was good though! And the ending is open, which I love— making my own interpretation is cool, like I can decide whether they end up together or not. It has very melancholy vibes and they are both kinda breaking each other’s hearts 🥹

⭐Ultimatum @parkmuse [10.3k] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵😂

📝 Your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

🗨️ omfg 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I don’t know where to start with this one, first off, if you haven’t read it before, please go read it, because it is fucking hilarious, even in the smut scenes 😂 Which, fyi, they were really good, smutty and funny!  Okay. There was one scene in there right, I laughed way too hard at!!!! Really good and amazing! 👏💯

⭐Will it Fit? @jeonsweetpea [6.7k] // jjk x f.reader // roommates!au, i2l // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 so what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…

🗨️ I’m kinda late to the party, and I’ve been wanting to read this since I saw it drop, but haven’t had time. Anyway— the banner alone had me giggling way too much! Like his face, and with the title— it’s just fucking hilarious 🤣 And the story did not disappoint one bit, fuck, everything was so good and amazing! Their banter, tension and humor was just perfectly on point ✨ This was just incredibly perfect 💯

Welcome to this small section— it won’t be here every month, only when I’ve written something new, I’ll add it here, just to promote myself a little bit 🫶

⭐Last Night in Magic Shop [12.5k]  // pjm x f.reader // s2l, one night stand, vampire!au // 🥵🪄

📝 you find yourself down at the local club, Magic Shop, because your best friend feels like your lovelife is dry as ice. You did not plan on meeting a handsome stranger, who moves his body like an angel, but speaks like the devil. Feeling like he might match your nasty needs, you take him home, enjoying an unforgettable night filled with pleasure.

Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope you’ll reblog it to make it reach more people! There’s some insanely good reads on here ✨

I’m not sure I’ll get to read as much in June, because I might focus a bit more on stuff that I want to write, but we’ll see.

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan). 

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[jeonggukookies]

chapter index; too young

you meet jungkook, a single parent who keeps forgetting to pick up his daughter from school. Jungkook, a busy and somewhat oblivious individual, has to prove he is a good parent as you lend a helping hand to help him navigate the challenges and joyful experiences of parenthood. 

Finding joy together through the shared moments, the both of you must learn what truly matters to you as an individual and as a parent before the chaos within familial relationships and personal insecurities destroys everything you guys had built.

pairing | jeon jungkook x reader

genre |  parent!au, single dad!jungkook angst, fluff short story

wordcount |  21,949 

↳   1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 [completed]

a/n: i will admit that i wrote this when i was super young but i loved writing so excuse my attempts of being funny and cringe. 

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[joelscruff]

forget my charms (dave york x f!reader) 18+

a/n finally watched equalizer 2 and he's been living in my mind rent free! i don't really know what this is tbh, it was kind of a challenge to myself to try and write a drabble because i'm notoriously bad at keeping fics short & sweet. so i'm not sure how i feel about the lack of real story here but we go anyway! enjoy & please be sure to read the warnings! summary: your new boss gives you a memorable first day. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: fingering, lap sitting, power imbalance, infidelity, unprotected p in v (doggy), creampie, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise kink, tie used as a gag word count: 1.5k

You only met him this morning. It had been brief, his office just one stop of many on your guided tour the first day of your new job. Your co-worker had tapped lightly on his door, opened it a crack and told him he should come meet the new hire. Your stomach had turned when you'd heard him sigh deeply on the other side - you were already feeling out of place, more than a little like a fish out of water, and the concept of disrupting the boss on the first day wasn't appealing in the slightest.

But he'd been gracious. He'd come to the door and opened it wider, stood beneath the arch with an appraising little smile on his lips as he looked at you. It had been memorable, the way he'd taken your hand in his large palm and squeezed, peering at you with something attentive in his eyes, almost... intrigued. Welcome, he'd told you, it's lovely to meet you.

And now, only hours later, his fingers are in your pussy.

Pumping slow and deep, rhythmic and filthy as you lounge in his lap with your legs wide and your head resting languidly against the heat of his neck. He's got your skirt pulled up, one big hand spread firm over your trembling belly while he fucks you with his middle and index. The flickering blue of his computer monitor is your only source of light, showering his office in a dim glow.

You whimper and his fingers still, lodged deep inside your heat. He hushes you softly, strokes your tummy with his thumb and leans back slightly in his chair.

"Shh, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low and husky, "Don't want the night crew to know what we're doing in here, now do we?"

No, you certainly don't. Can't even imagine what the reaction would be were anyone from the office to know you're being fingered by the boss on your first day. You bite down on your lip and lean back into his lap, look down with hooded eyes as he slowly resumes the slow plunge of his fingers. They're so thick, coated in a clear gloss of your release that glows blue in the light. He places his thumb on your clit, applies pressure, and you let out another pathetic whimper.

"Ohh, poor thing," he admonishes gently, "You want something in your mouth to help you stay quiet?" his hand comes up to brush against your face, "Hm? You need something to suck on?"

Your brain feels empty but you nod anyway, eyelashes fluttering as he wastes no time in slipping the middle and index of his left hand past the wetness of your lips. You suck immediately, closing your eyes and feeling them roll behind your lids as he fucks two of your holes at once, just taking, using.

Is this why I'm here, you can't help but think to yourself, did I only get this job so he could play with me like some kind of doll?

You can't quite believe you're even in this situation. You'd stayed late in order to make a good impression, still had some things you needed to figure out at your desk anyway. Everyone else had slowly trickled out of the office, until you'd realized all that remained was you and Mr. York. He'd smiled at you through the open blinds of his office, leaning back in his chair with his legs wide and his arms stretched behind his head. He'd brought one down when your eyes had met, crooked his finger as if to say, Come here for a minute.

You'd gotten up from your desk and entered his office, anxiety building in the pit of your stomach. You'd hoped you weren't about to be reprimanded for something you thought would impress him.

But he didn't reprimand you. He didn't mention the fact that you were staying late, didn't ask about how the job was treating you, if there was anything you needed, no. Instead, he'd looked you up and down again with that assessing, calculative stare and murmured, "Can you come sit in my lap for a little while, sweetheart?"

You suppose you could've said no. Probably should have, actually. That would have been the most logical thing to do - slam the door and quit your job, maybe even sue for harassment. Anyone else probably would have. But you'd taken one look at his crotch, seen the noticeably thick shape that bulged against his thigh, and realized he'd been sitting there watching you for who knows how long. He'd gotten that hard just from looking, assessing.

Fuck it.

"There you go," he breathes softly now, peering at you with dark and imploring eyes as he fucks your mouth and pussy, "That's a good girl, honey, I know," his brow furrows when you whine around his fingers, "I know, baby. You're doing so good."

He rocks you in his lap like you belong there, and it's impossible not to feel the way his clothed cock throbs against your ass. You want to see it so badly, want to touch it, taste it - but he doesn't give you the opportunity. Instead, he circles his thumb against your clit until you're shaking in his arms, hands gripping anything you can reach - the chair, your knee, his wrist. Your orgasm rolls through you and his fingers muffle the sound of your whines, your gasps, until your bones feel like jelly and your heart has slowed. He stills his movements again and lazily pulls all four fingers out of you, watches you breathe deeply and fall back against him with goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Get up now, baby. Bend over the desk for me," he tells you in that low voice, "Show me your pussy."

You pull yourself out of his lap on extremely shaky legs but obey his orders, inching forward a little to position yourself against his desk. You can feel his eyes on you as you reach back and pull yourself apart for him, show him where his fingers have invaded and explored, opened you up and made you drool.

"Juicy little thing," you hear him murmur, and then his belt buckle is jangling and you know what comes next. Legs still trembling, you keep holding yourself open and push yourself further down onto the desk, skirt pulled high and panties still hanging off one of your ankles.

He's filling you up in no time at all, cock plunged deep to the hilt and so much bigger than you'd anticipated. His tip kisses a spot inside of you that you're not sure anyone's ever been able to reach, and against your own volition you moan, low and long, full of pleasure and desperation.

You hear him tsk somewhere above you, "You really can't stay quiet can you?" He says it softly but it's full of condescension, like it's starting to genuinely bother him. Before you can apologize he's reaching down for something, still bottomed out completely inside of you as his arms and hands seem to do something out of sight. A few seconds later his blue polka dotted tie appears in front of your face, and then he's carefully settling the soft material between your lips, pulling back and tying it meticulously behind your head. A makeshift gag.

"Gotta learn to be quiet when I fuck you, okay?" he breathes, raspy and dark as he slowly pulls his cock from your pussy, only to feed it back to you again just as slow, "You don't want us to get in trouble, do you?"

No, sir, you want to whisper, but you can't. All you can do is nod slightly and grip the desk when he starts to fuck you in earnest, thrusting deep and hard before pulling out and doing it all over again. Your thighs quiver and shake against the cool wood, and as you lay there and let him take, you spot something out of the corner of your eye.

A framed picture of a family - his family.

You avert your eyes, turning your head slightly to see where his left hand is gripping your shoulder as he fucks you - you spot the wedding ring immediately. Christ.

But you don't stop it. You don't push him away, you don't leave. Even though you probably should. Even though the logical part of your brain is screaming at you that what's happening really shouldn't be, especially now that you know he's a married man.

You just let him use you. You let him fuck and fill you until he's gripping your hair in his fist and his cock is spasming and pulsing inside of you. You let him release his entire load inside your pussy, bare and messy. And then you let him pull you into his chair, tug the tie from your mouth and situate you back in his lap, still impaled on his cock.

Neither of you speak for a solid minute. He catches his breath while you try not to look at the photograph, to forget its existence entirely.

"The last one quit the first day," you hear him mumble, voice edged with tiredness, "But you won't, will you?" He thrusts shallowly inside of you, holds you against his chest as his cum starts to leak out and dribble down the hefty shape of his balls. "You'll let me do this, huh?"

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

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