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cryonme · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

—graham dunne x fem!reader

—summary: the story of you and graham dunne was never simple, but his love for you never faltered.

— word count: 2.7k

—tw: addiction, implied drugging, alcohol, cursing, reader says she "doesn't wanna be here anymore", very obvious signs of mental illness, the works...

—a/n: so... I did not intend for this fic to be this long or this sad, but here we are. I'm breaking it into two parts so its easier to read, part two is coming shortly!! I apologize for how sad this is lol but I promise its a happy ending story! also, sorry for how I wrote daisy! she's my girl and I love her, it was just for the plot I swear! this is the first fic I've posted in about 6 months so im rusty, please be kind! and please, don't read if anything listed in the triggers is going to upset you, I want you all happy and comfortable! XO

(flashbacks in italics)

Nothing was ever Daisy’s fault, was it?

At least, that’s what Graham Dunne thought when he got a call from Karen saying his girl was wasted at a party with Daisy attached to your hip.

She should have known what you were struggling with, she should have known that you couldn’t handle a party, she should have known this wasn’t what you needed. Daisy Jones should’ve fucking known.

To be completely fair, they really all should’ve known. You’d been around since day 1. Everyone knew better, Daisy just happened to be the red corvette.

“You can’t keep doing this, my love.” Camilla whispered oh so gently, holding your hair back from your face, pressing a cold rag to your neck.

It was a small gig, at some shitty bar called Tony’s in Pittsburgh. The band always had a couple beers and maybe a shot or two before a show but you had begun to need more. You snuck vodka into your water bottles and begged the bartenders to sneak you a couple free extras by pulling your top down and leaning over the bar, using your forearms to push your tits up.

It worked every time. Pigs.

“Can do whatever I want.” You slurred, cheek pressed to the toilet seat.

But damnit, you knew she was right.

Tony’s wasn’t the first time.

There was Rod’s, and The Ladie’s Room, and The Shiner Saloon, and some girl named Lisa’s 18th birthday party. It was becoming a pattern, everyone could tell.

You always went back to your house after a show. Your parents had been completely absent since you were 15, you never knew where they were. And after every show, their cars were never once in the driveway.

A safespace.

Billy would sit outside of the bathroom, head leaning against the door while Graham waited in the living room, arms crossed and head down, not wanting to listen to your cries and shakes of pain.

Eddie would retreat to the guest room, but he usually wouldn’t be able to fall asleep til he heard the click of your door next to his.

Warren would be passed out on the couch as soon as you all walked through the door, not that he didn’t care about you immensely, but the poor kid could just not stay awake if he was tired.

“I wanna go to bed.” You said.

Camilla sighed, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

You nodded and so did Camilla. She got up to get Billy like she always did, and he’d come and pick you up off of the bathroom floor, as he always did, and carry you to your room and lay you on the bed, letting Camilla make sure you’re comfortable, like she always did.

Graham would come in and ask how you’re doing, like he always did, and he’d make himself comfortable on your floor with throw pillows and spare blankets, like he always did.

But that night, after Tony’s, things changed.

“I can’t do this anymore, Graham.” You whimpered.

Fuck.

This was early days, Graham was still awkward as hell and didn’t know how to go about things like this.

“Do what?” He croaked, mustering up the courage to be there for you.

“This. I can’t live like this. I’m afraid I’m gonna kill myself.”

Graham was up in an instant, reaching for the doorknob. “Do you want me to get Camilla?”

You shook your head, “No, please. Just-” You wiped a tear from your cheek, “Will you just lay with me?”

“Anything.” Graham breathed as he settled into bed next to you. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, being too drunk to care about any awkwardness and Graham was thankful.

“We’ll get you out of this, promise.”

That was the last time anybody saw you drink anything besides a beer or two, following that was shirley temples and cherry cokes.

Nobody really knew the heaviness of addiction then, but they knew that you were happier, and that’s all that really mattered to them. You were even laughing at Warren’s jokes and Billy and Eddie’s lame bickering, everything felt okay.

“You don’t drink?” Karen had asked, the first time you properly met in California, while she was digging through the fridge searching for a beer. You shook your head, hoping you weren’t going to get some crazy reaction like you were a zoo animal in a cage like you got from most people.

She just nodded, a small smile playing at her lips as she pulled two coca cola bottles from the fridge, popping them open with her ring and handing you one.

“Cheers to that.”

You were sober enough to realize you were in love with Graham, and confident enough to tell him. And man, he could’ve exploded.

There was a celebration, at the house in Laurel Canyon, just the 7 of you.

Warren recalls later that Graham looked like he’d been dipped in sunshine and rainbows.

“Like he’d just smoked sunshine and been fucked by a rainbow. It was crazy, man.”

Well, almost.

You’d been around the band multiple times while they drank and it was never a problem. You’d have the first round of beers with them then tap out, but you always stayed and had fun, smoked a couple joints and cigarettes, never without a mocktail or coca cola in your hand. Sometimes, usually Karen or Camilla, someone would join you on the sober night, and that always felt really nice.

That night had felt different, you were scared.

“I’m gonna fuck him up Warren…” You said as you laid on the floor with the drummer as Down By The Seaside by Led Zeppelin played from the record player, Warren laughed.

“Yeah you are.” He said, his tone suggestive as he bumped his elbow with yours.

You rolled your eyes, fighting the heat creeping into your cheeks. “You know what I mean, man. I’m gonna ruin him.”

Warren had known you long enough and listened to enough of the songs you wrote to where he’d like to think he knew you pretty well.

And you never opened up out of the blue unless you were drunk.

“Have you been drinking?” He asked, not looking up from the ceiling. You scoffed.

“I still have a beer here and there, Warren.”

“You know what I mean, man.” He repeated your words back to you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“I’m going to bed.” You said and stood up, trying your hardest not to stumble or slur.

“Honey…” Warren started, pushing himself off of the floor to try to stop you.

“NO!” You whipped around, flipping your hair so forcefully it stung your face but you were quick to pull it back.

“Don’t fucking- don’t fucking do that, man!” You started, holding a hand up. “My own friends don’t even fucking trust me i’m just constantly babied! Do you know how that feels?”

At that point, Karen, Eddie and Billy had tuned in, being in the kitchen. Camilla and Graham must have been elsewhere, he had always confided in her like a sister.

“Hey–” Billy tried to interject with a hand on your wrist but you were quick to pull away.

“Huh?! Do any of you know how that feels?!” You were borderline screaming now, and everyone was speaking to you so softly, hands slowly trying to grasp you and it made you want to scream even louder.

“How dare you ‘ccuse me of something like that asshole?” You were beginning to slur your words, the tequila you’d snuck from Warren’s room starting to hit pretty heavily, making your eyes droop and words slur.

“Baby, please-” Karen started, making the move to grasp your arm but you turned and lost your balance, nearly falling but Eddie was quick to catch you, he held on tight and didn’t dare let go until you calmed down or Graham came back. Billy had left minutes ago to find him and Camilla, who had taken a walk so he could freely gush about his new girl without the chances of anyone else hearing.

“Need you to calm down, babe.” Eddie whispered, running a hand up and down your arm for comfort.

“None of you even care!”

Warren shook his head alongside Karen, both of them had squatted in front of you, doing their best to provide what you needed.

“That’s not true.”

“I fucking hate you all!”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t wanna be here anymore!”

And then he said your name.

You froze.

He was gonna leave you, you were so sure of it. You worked so hard to be better for him and it didn’t work.

“No…” You whimpered and you swore you saw Graham break in front of your eyes.

“You can’t- you can’t see this.”

But he didn’t care. He knelt in front of you and Eddie and gathered you into his own arms, completely silent as he carried you to his room and you wanted to disappear into him so badly.

“‘M so sorry…” You slurred, and still he was quiet. You let him undress you and replace your pretty top and flared jeans with his own tee shirt and boxer shorts.

You watched as he changed into a similar outfit as you picked at your nails. “Graham, I-”

He sighed and placed his hands on either sides of your cheeks, placing a firm kiss on your forehead that only made you cry harder. You brought your hands up to grip his wrists, not willing to let go of the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

Graham was silent again as he pulled you into his bed with him, covering you both with the large duvet.

“Not in the slightest.”

That night was really the last night anybody had seen you get drunk like that.

Then, Daisy Jones came along.

And you learned how to keep bad habits a secret.

Tequila and mints in the bathroom, water and cherry cokes with the band. A shot of jameson to fall asleep. Champagne to wake up, brush your teeth. A beer in the shower after lunch, leave the evidence in Warren’s room since there were hundreds of empty ones anyway.

It’s not like Daisy was teaching you one on one, you just started watching her, and you liked the way she got away with it.

No one told Daisy about your issue either, you could hold your own and you had asked them not to, so lips were sealed.

But it took everything in Graham and Billy not to tell her to tread lightly every time they saw the two of you sneak off on your own.

And now here was Graham Dunne, sitting in the driver's seat of the van outside of God knows who’s house, with Camilla in the passenger’s seat and Billy in the back. Moral support.

“Want us to come with you?”

Graham shook his head. “I need to do this alone.”

Billy scoffed, “I’m not gonna let you go in there with our two hot headed alcoholic rage sisters. Cam, you stay here.”

“Nope, you go I go. You two get our girl, I’ll handle Daisy.”

The three bickered a moment but finally settled on their plan. Graham and Camilla would take you, while Karen and Billy took Daisy, since the blonde girl drove.

“Fucking finally.” Karen exasperated as she saw her friends walk into the backyard of the party while trying her hardest to hold you upright.

“Where is Daisy?” Billy spat immediately, making eyes around the party. You had always been like a sister to him, in the way Camilla was to Graham, and he could’ve killed the redheaded girl in that moment.

“Beats me.” Karen said, passing off your deadweight into Graham, who was quickly supported by Billy. Your head lulled onto your boyfriend's shoulder, recognizing him as a source of comfort even in your inebriated state.

It made his soul ache.

“Is Simone here?” Camilla asked.

Karen shook her head, “Was. Split as soon as she and Daisy got into a fight. Offered to take this one” she nodded her head at you “home with her but I figured it’d be best if you guys came.”

Graham shook his head, “You made the right call, thank you.”

“Yeah, well uh, I sure as hell can’t drive. Got drunk as hell before even stepping foot in the backyard, soon as I saw (Y/n) I stepped in and called you guys immediately.”

“Do we need to get Daisy?”

“That’s a fight you sure as hell don’t wanna have. Yelled at me just for taking ‘her best friend’ away from her to get her some water.”

Billy rolled his eyes.

Graham and Billy began making their way out of the party with you slung around their shoulders, and Camilla walking arm in arm with a very drunk Karen who kept tripping over feet.

And suddenly red hair and sparkling eyes were in front of them.

“Ohhh no, what happened to my girl?” She tried to touch your face but Billy pulled you away, ready to say something before Graham spoke up, surprising everyone.

“Your girl, Daisy?!” His voice boomed, no doubt you’d be embarrassed if you were in any way conscious. “This is my girl, our girl.” He gestured to the rest of the group. “And I’d say it’s in your best interest to leave her the hell alone from now on.”

Graham was a mess when he got you home.

Daisy ended up at the house not too long after the rest, explaining she didn’t know the situation, apologizing profusely, informing them all you had been drinking for months. She told them in a sullen voice that you hadn’t been this bad last time she saw her, that she thinks someone must have done it to you.

Graham understood, he did. But he couldn’t look at Daisy. How could she let you out of her sight, to allow someone to do this to you? It made his stomach turn. Billy was next to his brother this time, in the living room, a hand resting on his shoulder, squeezing from time to time, and instead of standing Graham sat with his head in his hands, creating knots in his hair as he ran his fingers through it. Cam and Karen had you in the bathroom, after seeing the panic in Graham’s eyes they decided to take over that part, knowing it wouldn’t be easy for him to see. Warren stayed up, and Eddie didn’t retreat to his room, Daisy paced back and forth outside of the bathroom, biting her nails. Graham could hear it, it was driving him nuts.

“Would it kill you to be quiet for two seconds, Daisy?!” He groaned, running a hand over his red splotchy face.

Everyone knew that Graham was just upset and taking it out on Daisy, the red corvette, which wasn’t exactly fair, but they also knew better than to argue with Graham at that point.

“You know what, Graham?!” Daisy stomped into the living room, planting herself in front of the Dunne brothers with her arms crossed.

Graham didn’t look up.

“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you!” Daisy used her thumb and pointer finger to grip his chin and pull his face up to look at her and she immediately felt guilty at his tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

She sighed, and crouched before him.

“I know it’s hard, and I’m so, so sorry this is happening to her. But she makes her own decisions, Graham. No one could’ve stopped her.”

Graham nodded, but still wouldn’t look in her direction. “Will you go check on her, please?”

Daisy would later tell the story with a frown on her face, and she’d recall never being that scared for another person before, despite the smile she put on for Graham.

“I didn’t-” She took a breath, “I’d never seen it that bad before, at least not while I was sober. I thought she was going to die.”

Daisy retreated to yours and Graham’s shared room shortly after discovering she couldn’t stomach staying in that bathroom, deciding to make herself useful by getting the bed ready, fluffing the pillows and retrieving some fresh clothes for you to wear to bed, making sure she grabbed ones that smelled like your boyfriend. She dropped the clothes off in the bathroom, and passed along the message to Graham from Karen and Camilla that it was time to take you to bed.

This had been Billy’s job, since before The Six was even The Six, that’s how it went. But things had changed, Graham had grown, and it was his turn.

part two coming soon!

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prettyinpurplelights · 1 year

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hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf

HOUR OF NEED

Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!

“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.

“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”

“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”

“And now here we are.”

“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”

“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.

“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.

“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”

“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”

“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.

“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.

“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.

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“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“

PING!

Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.

“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.

“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”

“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.

“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”

“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.

“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“

“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.

“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”

“You’re back.” He croaks.

“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”

“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.

“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.

“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”

“I missed you too?” He pouts.

“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”

“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.

“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”

“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”

“So???”

He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”

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You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.

“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.

“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”

“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.

“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”

“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”

“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”

“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”

“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”

“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.

“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”

“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”

“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”

“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.

“Good for you.”

He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.

“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”

“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.

“Better?” You ask in a low voice.

“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.

“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.

“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.

“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”

“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”

“If you insist.” He smirks.

“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.

“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.

“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”

“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.

“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.

“Y/N, turn it off.”

“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you.”

You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.

“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”

“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“

“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.

“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.

“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.

“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”

———

Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3

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wendysimp · 1 year

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Who’s better?

Lisa X LeeJung X Male Reader

Tags: Tease, threesome, blowjob, double blowjob, rough sex, face sitting, swallowing, deepthroat, daddy kink, Jealously, titfuck, doggystyle, pussy eating

(Third person POV)

Today was the day! Coachella weekend! Lisa was backstage along with the girls and her choreographer Y/n, which was someone that she had been dating for two and a half years.

They first met when Lisa was making the choreography for one of her solo dance performance that she would later post on her YouTube. It was getting a little difficult to think of the choreography but she was still trying her best to finish off the moves. As she kept going, Y/n was stopped when he noticed one of the practice rooms was open. That, was where he saw Lisa for the first time… in person. He stood there, watching her every move. He couldn’t help it but walked in and offered to help.

(A little flashback)

“Um, hello?” A voice was heard behind Lisa which made her jump.

“Ahhhh!” She shouts out and turns around fast with her fist up. To Y/n, it wasn’t intimidating… but cute.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n giggled as he puts his hands up.

“N-no you’re okay.” She replied softly putting her fists down. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Well, I just noticed you were stuck with the choreography of your dance you were practicing. I thought I’d come over and help you out. Sorry if I was interrupting.” He felt bad for barging in uninvited.

“No no no, you’re fine. So you dance?” She walked over to grab a bottle of water.

“Yeah, all my life.” Lisa also noticed his little accent when he speaks which she thought sounded cute.

“I love the accent. Australian right?” She asked, making Y/n chuckle and nod. “Can you please say water?” She jokingly asked and laughed.

Y/n rolled his eyes playfully. “Warduh.” He laughed. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes!” She laughed as well. “Are you a staff here? I’ve never seen you around here before.” She asked curiously.

“I’m actually a choreographer. I started not too long ago and I’ve helped out some idols and groups with their comeback dances. I’m also a really big fan of you and the rest of the BlackPink girls, and I’m like trying not to freak out right now.” They both laugh. He then introduced himself and both talked more for a little bit.

“So, mind if I help out?”

“Yeah, of course! Thank you so much!” She smiles her beautiful smile which made Y/n blush a little.

“No problem, let’s get started. I think we should continue from where you left off. I think after this move, you should…”

(2 and a half hours later)

They were finally done. Done with the choreography thanks to Y/n for the help. They both worked really well together and the both of them noticed that.

Y/n grabs a bottle of water for them both and sit together, side by side on the floor.

“Thank you Y/n, I really appreciate your help. You really are a great dancer.” She compliments him. She couldn’t see it due to Y/n turning his face a little as he blushes.

He controls himself and looks back at her. “Thank you Lisa. We really make a great team when it comes to making up the choreography. You’re like the best dancer I’ve ever seen.” His eyes landed onto hers.

Lisa was the one to blush this time. She smiles at his words. “Y/n, would you wanna be my choreographer? I think it would be fun and I’d get to see you a lot more. Maybe even hang out?”

He smiles big. “I would love nothing more than that.” He says without hesitation.

They both look at each other in the eye, it felt like they were in puppet strings as they both leaned in and kiss each other. A nice and soft kiss.

After they pull away, Y/n opens his eyes slowly and slowly and looks at Lisa looking at him. He becomes nervous and gasps as he rushes up quickly.

“I-I am so sorry Lisa, I-I didn’t mean to do that.” In his head, he thought Lisa was uncomfortable with the kiss. “I-I’ll… m-maybe I’ll… okay see you around.” He runs out the room.

Lisa Laughs as she thought it was cute that he was acting this way after a kiss. A kiss that made her feel some type off way about him. She then gets up and packs up her things and finish up for the day.

Days become weeks. Y/n runs every time he sees Lisa in the YG building. But one day she catches him. Tells him to stop avoiding her anymore, that she wants to see him and hang out with him or else she would punch him in the face.

After telling him that, he nodded and apologised to her again. She tells him not to worry and smiles.

“Now come on, let me introduce you to my girls.” She says excitedly and drags him throughout the building.

This was the start of a friendship, that’ll later turn into something more.

(Flashback end)

“Baby?” Lisa calls out to her boyfriend.

“Yes?” He looked up from his phone. Lisa turns around, facing him with a smile.

“How do I look?”

Y/n looks up and down, head to toe as he bites his lips. “You look… sexy.” His comment made her blush and she goes over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Thank you baby. You’re looking really sexy too.” She tells him.

“Ughh really?” The girls say as they witness the scene before them.

“Really? Here?” Rosie’s face says it all, meanwhile Jennie pretends to gag in disgust.

“You two kids should say things like that when the both of you are alone while we’re not here.” Jisoo sighed. She really is the mother in the group.

Lisa rolls her eyes Y/n just laughs before kissing her. A few minutes later, their changing room door opens and they all look over to see who it is.

Yep! None other than Leejung.

“Hey girls!” She greats all the members while giving them a hug. But once she got to Y/n, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek before looking up at him with a big smile. “Hi Y/n.”

Y/n and Leejung had been friends for a while. Even before he met Lisa. They’ve been dancing together around the world and had become very close friends.

Anyway, Lisa watches the way Leejung hugged Y/n. She felt something on the inside… jealousy? She watches them talk and laugh and rolls her eyes as she sits back down on her chair, facing away from them but still has a view of them through the mirror.

“Lisa? We’ll be outside before our performance. Have fun with Y/n… but not too much fun.” Jennie teases her which made Lisa blush hard.

“Shut up unnie! I’ll see you guys in a bit.” She tells them before they head outside the room. She continues to fix her makeup until she hears Y/n and Leejung’s conversation.

“So Y/n, let me show you a dance I’ve been practicing.” She hears Leejung.

“Sure let’s see it.” He goes over to her.

“I’m gonna need a partner for this though.”

“Well I’m here. Show me what you’ve got.” He says and waits for her to show her moves.

Lisa looks up after hearing that. She looks closely as she watches their move. Leejung turns around and backs up towards Y/n.

“Okay so you hold my hips like this—.” She guides his hands down to her hips.

“Okay just like that, what else?”

Lisa sees that and balls her fists and clenches her jaw. It was definitely jealously and anger rushing through her body but she stays silent.

“And then we both move like this—.” Leejung moves her hips around, basically right against Y/n’s body.

The view didn’t sit well with Lisa. She hits the table in front of her, breaking them apart. Y/n looks back at Lisa as she gets up and walks towards then without saying a word.

“Is everything okay baby?” He asked Lisa.

“Really?! Don’t you see what she’s doing?” Lisa looks up at him. The look she had on her face right now was something that Y/n was familiar with… she was obviously angry and upset about what she just saw. Of course Y/n doesn’t know until a few minutes later.

“Okay baby calm down, she was just showing me what she’s been practicing.” He tries to calm her down but pushes him off when he tries to hold her.

“No! Are you blind Y/n?! She’s clearly grinding her ass onto you.” She then glares over at her then faces Y/n once again.

“She was just showing me a move, nothing else.” Nothing was able to calm her down at this point.

“God Y/n, you’re so blind! Did you like the way her ass was rubbing against you?”

“W-What!? No! It isn’t like that—.”

“How about you keep your hands to yourself or your own man.” Lisa cuts him off, looking over at Leejung, glaring at her.

“First of all, I was just showing him a dance I’ve been practicing, and second, he probably did like my ass rubbing against him.” Leejung steps closer to her while Y/n makes sure to separate them.

“Leejung enough! Baby calm down—.”

“Oh I’m not gonna calm down! She thinks she can just try to steal my man in front of me.” This was a different side of Lisa that Y/n has never seen before.

“Oh please, he was mine way before he met you.” She smirked at her. Lisa looks over at Y/n and crosses her arms.

“Leejung, we were never together—.”

Again he was cut off. “And also, I remembered how big and deep Y/n was when he used to fuck me from behind.” She tries to get to Lisa which her plan was working.

“Oh so you fucked her before?!”

“W-what? No b-baby—.”

“Y/n cut the bullshit, we use to fuck a lot before.” Leejung exposes him.

Lisa raised her eyebrows at him making Y/n swallow a big chunk of his saliva and becomes nervous. “O-Okay, but it was only once.” Lisa was not buying it. “Okay maybe more but, it was before I met you, a-and we were only just friends. Nothing more—.”

“Who was better?” That question had instantly caught Y/n off guard.

“W-what?”

“You heard her. Who fucked you better? Was it me? Or that bitch over there?” Leejung moves closer to him, softly places her finger onto his bicep.

“Fuck you!” Lisa moves her hand away of her man as they continued to trade words back and forth. Y/n didn’t know what to do but keep them apart.

“Fine let’s both show him and ask him who was better. How’s that?” Leejung smirked.

“As if I’d let you touch my man!” She emphasised on the ‘My’ part.

“You scared he’d pick me?” She challenged.

She laughed sarcastically. “Oh yeah right. I bet he would huh? Don’t be surprised when he picks his girl.”

Y/n couldn’t believe what was going on. “W-What do they mean by that?” He asked himself in his head.

“Oh so do you agree we show him and find out?”

“I agree bitch! You’re on!”

(Y/n,s POV)

They both look at me. Of course I just stood there not knowing what to do or how to react. They just keep staring as they move in closer and—.

“Baby, clothes off now.” She said demandingly.

“W-what was that?” Am I dreaming?

“She said clothes off.” Leejung leans forehead while also licking her lips.

I’m kinda hoping this is real life. Anyway, so I do what I was told, slowly taking my clothes off one by one. As I was about to take off my boxers, they stopped me from doing so.

“Sit back and let me take off the last piece.” Lisa moves closer to me and traces her finger on my abs.

I sit back on the couch that was behind me. Looking at them both, I can’t lie, they both looked really….. sexy. I felt my cock slowly getting hard through my boxers and their eyes instantly laid onto my lower half of my body.

“Fuck Y/n, did you really miss me that much?” Leejung teases as she rubs my thigh up and down in a slow and seductive motion. I was getting chills. Chills running down my spine.

Lisa rolls her eyes and pushes her out of the way, trying to show her that I was hers and only hers.

“Nope he doesn’t. He’s got all he needs right here.” She grabs my crotch and squeezes it causing me to let out a soft moan and my cock throb in her hand. “Mmm baby, so hard and big because of me.” She looks back at Leejung then winks.

I could tell she didn’t want Lisa to have all my attention and moved her to the side a little. They both hold each side of my waistband on my boxers and slide them off. My cock sprung out and they lick their lips as if they were looking at the most delicious meal they’ve ever seen.

They both glare at each. “G-Girls? I don’t think this is a good idea—.” Once again I couldn’t even finish my sentence as felt both of their warm mouths wrapped around my tip.

I gripped the pillows that laid on the couch while feeling the sensation and pleasure I was getting on my cock below. I could feel their moans vibrating around my dick as they take turns sucking.

“Hmm, you’re not bad, but I do remember how much Y/n loves this.” I look down and see Leejung take her shirt and bra off making her beautiful and nicely shaped big tits drop out. My eyes shot instantly towards them. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve seen them.

Leejung licks her lips. “God I missed having your cock in between my tits. I bet you do too.” Her tits felt so warm as soon as it got wrapped in between them.

“F-Fuck! Y-Your tits… I-I missed fucking them.” Shit, I really said that in front of my girlfriend.

Next thing I know, Lisa gets behind Leejung and wrapped her arms around and holds her melons for her. “Then fuck them, like you miss them baby boy.” He words completely took me by surprise, but watching Lisa hold her tits while I fuck them? That was turning me on.

“Ahh shit!” I let out. Pleasure and lust was filling my body and they both knew what they’re doing was making me insane.

“Ugh, he’s too loud, we might get caught. Go shut your man up and sit on his face.” Leejung looks over her shoulder and towards Lisa. Leejung’s words made Lisa smile from ear to ear. She gets up while Leejung continues her amazing tit job on my cock.

“Baby boy, shut up and fucking eat this pussy you own.” Lisa removes her outfit completely and wastes no time sitting on my face. Another thing I love, Lisa sitting on my face. They way she tasted. All of that.

“Eat your girlfriend out.” I could hear the girl down below say and also feel her stroke my cock up and down before shoving me back into her mouth. I comply and had no problem eating my girl’s pussy out.

“Ahhh fuck baby! Right there! Right there— ahh fuck yesss!” Lisa’s moans were music to my ears. I wanted to hear more.

Her pussy wasn’t the only thing that made me feel like I was in my own world. It was Leejung’s mouth. I could feel myself hit the back of her throat while her moans vibrating around my cock that was covered with her saliva.

Lisa rides my face like there’s no tomorrow. She rides and rides then not too long after, her juices were all over me. I smile and clean her pussy up. “Leejung, let’s switch.” She bites her lip. And breathes heavily.

“I’ll show you the better way to ride his face.” She challenged as Lisa gets off my face. Watching them both was definitely turning me on.

“As if, my man knows I’m better than you anyway. And also, he might of enjoyed your little blowjob, but this is how he loves it.” I knew what she meant. I wanted to watch her work her magic with her warm and amazing mouth but was denied as Leejung kept me down with her ass and started to grind her wet pussy onto my face.

I heard and felt Lisa spit onto my tip and spreads her saliva all over my cock. I was moaning into Leejung’s pussy then felt my cock slap against Lisa’s face.

“See? He loves when I slap his big hard dick all over my face.” I hear her say to a moaning mess which was Leejung.

“F-fuck you— ahhh!!!” She couldn’t control herself.

I slap and grab onto Leejung’s ass as it felt like two big soft pillows.

“Mmm fuck Y/n!” I hear her giggled. “See that Lisa? The way he smacks my ass? Mmm f-fuck, he misses me so much I can tell.”

“Ugh” Lisa was getting frustrated. “He doesn’t miss you… not one bit you bitch.” She takes my length back into her mouth right after her words.

I still can’t believe what was going on. My best friend that I’ve known for a long time riding her pussy on my face, and my girlfriend working wonders on my cock.

“F-Fuck Y/n!!! You’re gonna make me cum!!!”

Lisa smirks as she had a plan to fuck with her. She gets off my cock and moves Leejung off my face before she could reach her climax.

“W-What the fuck are you doing?!” I sit up, and lick their juices from my lips. I just sit there and watch them go at it.

“I’m gonna ride my man.” Lisa straddles my lap as she gives the middle finger towards her. She turns to me with a smirk. A smirk which made me feel hotter and turned me on a lot more. Without any instructions, I grab her hips as she grabs onto my rod, lining herself up with her dripping wet pussy. Leejung smashes her fist onto the couch.

“Ughh! What a bitch!” We hear her say which made Lisa satisfied.

“You’re mine. So fuck me like your little slut.” Lisa moves close to me as she seductively whispers to me. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I grab her and lay her on the couch, one hand on her hips, and the other rubbing her clit as I began to pound her with all my strength. She becomes a moaning mess, I fucking loved hearing her this way.

“Ahhh fuck— s-so deep baby!!! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that!” Lisa moans as her eyes roll back with pleasure.

“Who’s my good little girl huh?!” I growled and moan out as I look down at her.

I know how much Lisa loves rough sex and dirty talks. Her smile gets wider and she looks back towards me full of lust.

“M-Me d-daddy!” She grips onto my wrist. I smirked and fuck her more harder. She was leaking so much, her makeup was a little messed up, but she didn’t care.

“Y-You’re so tight! Y-you’re gonna make me cum!” I keep going as I felt her walls get tighter and tighter around me.

“Keep g-going daddy, I’m so close too! Make your good little girl cum!”

I thrust and I thrust and I thrust while hearing our bodies slam against each other, our moans filling the room. I felt it, I felt myself about to explode. I lean down and kiss my girlfriend deeply and passionately. Finally, after a few more hard and deep thrust, my load shoots deep into her.

“F-Fuck!!! Y-You filled me up so good daddy.” She smiles and kisses me once more.

“Anything for my good girl—.”

“Ohhhh Y/n.” I hear Leejung. My head turns and what I saw next made me hard again, throbbing as I was still inside Lisa as her pussy clenches around my dick. She was face down and ass up, shaking it left and right.

“Ugh, just hurry up with her baby. I don’t want her to touch my man anymore” Lisa whispered. I nodded and kiss her before I move towards Leejung, grabbing her ass. I position my dick right with her entrance, sliding in as I felt her warmth around my shaft.

“F-Fuck Y/n, you’re so deep inside me.” She moans out as she grips the pillow and bites on the corners to lower the volume of her moans. She really loved this position.

“You fucking like that?” I groaned and moan as I pound her like crazy.

“Y-Yes Y/n! I fucking love the way you fuck me! I miss it, I miss it all!” I can’t lie, I miss it too.

Lisa rolled her eyes again as she watches. But then a smirk appeared on her face again. She’s got something in mind. She moves in front of her, laid back, spread her legs.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use?”

“W-What the fuck?! L-Lisa what are you doing— ahh fuck Y/n! Y-You’re so fucking deep inside my pussy!” Leejung moans out then looks down towards Lisa’s pussy. She felt something she’s never felt before…

“Aww come on Leejung. I wanna see if you’re really good with your mouth.” She teased

“F-Fuck you. A-As if I would.” She was hesitant. But then I watch her slowly move closer and closer and shove her face down to eat my girlfriends’s pussy out.

My fucking god this was the best day of my life. Leejung taking my cock from behind while she eats my girlfriend’s tight wet pussy. Both of them moan out with so much pleasure. This was a fucking great view.

“Mmm fuck yes! I like the way you use your tongue!” Lisa leans her head back feeling the pleasure down her pussy from Leejung’s mouth.

I could hear Leejung giggle against her pussy then right back to screaming out as I go deeper, hitting her spot. I could feel her walls getting tighter and squeezing my cock. I was ready to explode.

“F-Fuck! L-Leejung… I-I’m gonna cum!” I groaned as my hands grip her hips and ass.

“F-Fucking cum inside!”

“You heard her baby! C-Cum deep inside her pussy!” I could tell Lisa was close by the way her beautiful legs shake.

Pound after pound, it was finally time. I bury my dick deep inside her and released all the white cream I had left in me and into her leaking wet pussy as I start to throb. Leejung covered me with her cum while her mouth was covered in Lisa’s cum. The room was filled with heavy breathing. I slowly pull myself out off Leejung and sit back while she crawls onto Lisa then slowly kiss her. It was really hot but she’s my girlfriend. Only mine!

I gently move her to the side and pull Lisa towards me and kiss her deeply and passionately. She chuckles into the kiss and pulls back to look at me.

“What was that baby boy?” She smirked.

“No one gets to kiss you besides me and only me.” I say to her as if I was a kid.

“Relax Y/n, afraid I can steal your girlfriend too?” Leejung teased then comes over and kisses me while pulling Lisa forward to join us in a three way kiss.

We all pull away and smile and the wildest time we just had but Lisa and Leejung both glare at me and my smile slowly vanishes.

“W-What?”

“Time to give us an answer. Who was better?” They both asked at the same time. Shit! Please help me guys!!!

The end!!!

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Side B!tch…?

title : Side B!tch..?

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : jungkook smut, bts, kpop, dirty content

warning : degrading, daddy kink, cheating, spanking, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, doggystyle, missionary, choking, hair pulling, on the phone sex, aftercare

summary : Jungkook’s been in both worlds, with his lovely girlfriend for 2 years..and his horny and sexy side chick, for as long as they’ve been dating. The question is, would Jungkook be able to resist the feisty risks that y/n decides to take, ruining jungkook’s relationship

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“So, relationship status?” Jungkook’s best friend Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow as he gave him the cup of wine that was inside. “..I’m getting bored” Joon hummed, sipping out of his glass before putting it down. “How bored?” “Our sex life is..down bad terrible. She’s nice I mean - very sweet kind girl..but I can’t do it. Something about it just - it faded” Joon hummed agin, listening to him. “Fight more than usual?” Jungkook nodded at his question, making Hoseok chuckle. “Seems to me you need to start buddy” “shut up. I’ve been having sex with her more often” “and how did that turn out” Jungkook glared at Hoseok, making the two 94 liners laugh at the reaction.

“So Jungkook do something about it! The only person in this group who actually likes her is Taehyung..someone needs to snap him into his senses cuz I couldn’t care less about that girl” “how’s y/n” Jungkook smirked into his wine glass, remembering the heated night 4 days ago. Jungkook..has a double life. He met y/n a strip club one night along with the rest of the group. Everyone likes her..especially Jungkook. He wouldn’t dare letting her go to no one else. It’s almost like he’s possessive over her.

Which he is.

They started having sexy occasionally..to monthly..to weekly. To whenever the fuck they feel horny. Jungkook knew his girlfriend couldn’t do it better than y/n could, that’s why they’ve been going at it for a good..2 years. Ever since him and sally started dating. And Jungkook doesn’t seem regretful. “Going great actually, I miss her” “how? Sexually..or actually” “actually fool..there’s just something about her, that just gives me some kind of weird feeling inside” “YOU LIKE HER!” Hoseok blurred out, smiling mischievously at Jungkook. “Let’s face It, 2 years? I say replace” Hoseok said, sipping out of his wine glass.

“I cant do that to sally” “FUCK SALLY!” Lisa came in the room, leaning against the wall behind Joon. “You need to put on your big boy pants and end the switch. Y/N worth it, that’s one bad bitch right there” Joon and Hobi agreed, looking at Jungkook. “She is” “you and sally had an argument tonight that’s the only reason why you came here for drinks! How about getting on your way to her house?” Jungkook sighed, thinking about the suggestion. He probably should. But the doorbell rung, making Lisa go over to the door, opening it to see the person she didn’t wanna see.

“..sally what do you want” “is Jungkook here?” “Oh my god yes why?” “I need to speak with him!” Lisa groaned, stepping out the way and closed the door when sally was let in. “Kookie..you know I don’t like it when we fight” Jungkook looked at her, eyes showing confusion on why she’s in front of him. His phone was out, making it seem he was distracted. “Kookie talk to me” sally said, but it looks like y/n wanted to talk instead. A message popped up coming from her, which Jungkook gladly opened and sees the picture of the lingerie she was wearing.

“Wanna talk?”

Jungkook’s breath hitched, putting his phone down immediately as he fought the urge to push sally and run to his car and drive full speed to her house. He looked at Hoseok in the eyes, telling him everything he need to know and he caught on quick. “Sally - I don’t think he wants to talk right now let’s go ahead and just sit and relax yes?” Hoseok said brining sally to the kitchen. I looked at Joon and he nodded before nudging my head to the garage. “Was it y/n?” I nodded, my foot tapping the floor as my urge was still fighting.

“Go get ‘em kid” I jumped up grabbing my keys from off the rack and ran out without answering any questions. The garage door opened and I started my car before full forcing my foot on the pedal and drove off onto the highway. Jungkook knew what he was doing wasn’t the right thing, some say to go back to the house and fix things in your relationship with your girlfriend, that you just left to go to a side who wants nothing but to put all your anger out at her. Jungkook went with his gut, and his gut was always right.

He arrived to the house, taking a deep breath and took his shirt off, leaving it in the car and parked in the driveway. He took out his key, opening the door to the house and entering, the scent of her favorite body care balance and harmony..and food? Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he closed the door and walked down the hallway and into the kitchen..where she was. In her silky robe and her long hair down, stirring a pot in front of her.

“Well hello Jungkook” y/n started, feeling his presence in the kitchen. She turned around, leaning against the marble counter. “Whatchu cookin?” “Shrimp fried rice, but it’s turned off…you’re looking like you wanna see what’s underneath this robe - which, I recently bought from Victoria” y/n answered, smirking at him. Y/n slowly took it off, letting Jungkook see the lingerie in person, making Jungkook drool at the sight. “Fuck” Jungkook cursed under his breath, seeing y/n slowly make her way towards him, staring down in his eyes.

“Mmh, daddy” Jungkook’s breath hitched at the name, her arms wrapping around his neck as she licked her lips at the sight before Jungkook losing control and smashing his lips onto hers. He lifted her up as he made his way to the living room couch, roughy putting her on the spacious part. He stared down with hungry eyes, sweat already building on his neck and he crawled over her, tearing each and every piece she had and she was exposed to him. “Wet little bitch” Jungkook whispered to himself as he saw the wetness covering her pussy. Jungkook stuck two fingers in there easy peasy, hearing y/n moan at the pleasure she was receiving. Jungkook scissored her, hearing her moans increase as her head dropped to the couch behind her, breathing unevenly.

“Yes..yes - daddy fuck” y/n hissed, spreading her legs wider to deepen his fingers. He took them out, licking them clean and bent down just to slowly lick up with his tongue, slow motion as he looked at her in the eyes. Y/n was enjoying every moment, feeling his tongue go up and all over. “Yesss just like that, just like that - daddy fuck” y/n whined out, bucking her hips. “Ooh you like that huh, that pussy slobbering that mouth hm? Greedy daddy isn’t he” y/n dirty talked, moving her hips in a circle making Jungkook moan at the sudden pleasure and her pussy lips.

“I do, fuck I do” “ooh I know, you’ve missed it, daddy’s missed it” Jungkook sucked harder, before getting up, licking his lips as he took his sweats down along with his boxers. Y/N’s eyes widened at the big thing in front of her, blinking as she looked at his smirking face. “..you’re out of your mind” “oh always” Jungkook got back on the couch, rubbing the tip at her entrance before slowly entering. Y/N clenched around him, feeling his cock go all the way inside her. “Shit..faster, please” Jungkook smirked, thrusting with force, fastening his pace by an inch causing y/n to go crazy. “Ooh there you go, there you go. Clenching on me like fucking bitch huh” Jungkook couldn’t take it, grabbing her throat and pounded into her.

Jungkook had y/n moaning her lungs out, having her lost at words once again as Jungkook pounded the living shit out of her. “Daddy! Fuck!” “Oh you like that, oh you fucking like that huh” Jungkook stopped, spanking her thigh. “Ass up” y/n did as told, turning around with still having his dick inside her and he went crazy, grabbing her hips and fucked her like a wild boar. “OH MY - daddy, daddy I’m not gonna last long. I’m not gonna last long - im gonna come. I’m-“ Jungkook pulled her hair, digging his cock deep inside her. “Yea wanna come? Wanna come for me Hm? Go ahead and come doll, come down my cock like a good girl yea?”

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore, and coated his dick with the running come. Y/N’s body shuddered at the intense orgasm, biting her lip like her life depended on it and moaned in the black couch. “Good girl, oh look at you. Look at you” Jungkook praised, chuckling as he turned her over. Jungkook kissed her with passion, making y/n wrap her arms around his neck to level the energy. This night was definitely gonna be long for them

an hour later..

1 am. Y/n and Jungkook couldn’t get enough, already having 7 orgasms combined. And Jungkook was going on it 4th one, y/n softly stroking his hard cock, practically edging him. “Fuck, please. Make me come, make me come baby cmon” y/n looked at him, with a raised eyebrow as she ran her fingers slowly over the red tip. “I’m surprised your little girlfriend hasn’t called yet” “I don’t care! Please - make me come!” “Who you yelling at?” Jungkook bit his lip, knowing better. Jungkook was the dominant one in their little relationship, besides during sex, Jungkook always knew not to raise his voice at her.

Especially when she has an advantage of making him come. Like this moment.

“Im sorry, im desperate” “i Can see, I’ll get to it when I get to it” y/n whispered the last part to him, kissing him softly as y/n’s hand went faster, colliding her fist to the heavy and filled balls of his, making him moan at the soft kiss they were still sharing. “Mmh fuck, fuck fuck fuck” y/n let go of it, cupping his balls in his hand as she massaged them slowly. She knew that was a weak spot for him. The tip, and the base. “Oooh yes yes yes yes - your driving to crazy to not let me come. This isn’t fair” y/n smiled, letting go before stroking roughly, knowing that took him over the edge.

Then the phone rung.

The ringtone echoed throughout the living room, y/n hand stopping and the two looked at each other confusingly. “..it’s not mine” “definitely mine” Jungkook whispered irritatedly, groaning in frustration as y/n got up and got his phone from the table. She looked at it, seeing the contact. She smirked. “Ooh? Cinderella is missing her prince” Jungkook knew who she was talking about, seeing her answer. “Kookie! Where are you!? The boys are trying to get me to stop looking for you but I will not stop until I know where you are! And make sure you’re safe!” Y/n smiled at the words, Jungkook huffing as he knew y/n was up to something.

“Sally, im fine” Jungkook simply said, seeing y/n walk to him as she put the phone carefully on the glass table next to them and she climbed onto his lap. Her back facing him. Jungkook sighed softly, his hands roaming her naked and sex scented body as he kissed her shoulders and neck softly. Y/n scooted, reaching down and licked the tip, rolling her tongue around it. Jungkook’s head threw back against the couch at the pleasure. “Fuck, no no please” “Jungkook? You still there?” Jungkook forgot sally was still on the phone. “Y-Yes, what is it sally I’m currently busy” Jungkook managed to get out, moaning quietly and softly as y/n took him all the way. That’s another thing Jungkook loves. “Well i wanna work things out, please come home I miss you” y/n smirked, knowing he was close.

Y/N took him out, roughly stroking him. “Quiet” she mouthed to jungkook as her hand was continued to stroke the hard thing. “Jungkook!” “I don’t think yelling would be the right option sweetheart” y/n replied almost quickly to the desperate sally over the phone. “Who’s this?” “Oh? Guess you haven’t heard of me, surprised Hobi kept his mouth shut” “SHUT UP Y/N!” Y/N chuckled, going faster as her fingers rolled over the tip. “I’m gonna come, im gonna come - y/n” “what is that!?” Y/N smirked, stroking the tip only as she spat on it and covered the tip with the wetness from his cock.

“Come for me you can do it” y/n whispered to Jungkook, hearing Jungkook’s whines and groans before exploding everywhere. All over her hand and arm as he let out the moans he couldn’t hold in any longer. Y/n smirked knowing the people over the phone heard that, stroking his cock slowly in the meantime. “Better?” Jungkook hummed in agreement, making her smile before grabbing the phone with her other hand. “Hope you enjoyed” y/n smirked before hanging up the phone and looking back at Jungkook.

“Your such an asshole” y/n laughed, making Jungkook laugh with her as she leaned her back against his chest, feeling his muscular tatted arms wrap around her. Y/n smiled feeling the soft kisses Jungkook placed. “I know what you want” y/n started softly, Jungkook sighing as he set his chin on her shoulder. “You do..” “you could’ve told me” “I didn’t know how you would feel about it” “Jungkook I like you too!” Y/n said, huffing after as she set her head back.

“You think this was just sex for me? No, I knew we both wanted the same thing and I knew that after 2 years you didn’t think we would be doing this for this long. You had doubts..and so did I” Jungkook bit his lip. “..will you be with me?” Y/n smiled softly, looking back at Jungkook before kissing his forehead sweetly.

“What a dream come true hm?”

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monzabee · 10 months

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kiss it better – ls18

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Summary: The one where a crazy idea turns out to be the best possible thing for you and Lance.

Pairing: lance stroll x reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: fluff, kissing and other than that none? might have a few curse words but otherwise very tame

Request: “okay so i’m obsessed with the lance stroll fake dating to lovers/friends to lovers but it’s always the reader asking. would you write lance asking reader to attend gala/wedding or something as his date and then the feels start to come up from both sides? smut, fluff, angst, wherever your imagination takes you x”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i did not expect to get this excited for a certain canadian man, but here we are!! now that i had the pleasure of writing about lance, i hope you guys know that more is to come, and thank you anon for the request!! i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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You love slow afternoons, is what you realise as your fingers move out of their own volition on your keyboard as you try your best to finish your draft on time so that you can send it to your agent. Lance is on the couch next to you, his focus on his phone, rather than the show he has on your TV – which he ignores as he continuously texts with the person on the other end and lets out lengthy sighs every few seconds.

After what it must be the hundredth sigh of the evening, you give him a pointed look over the glasses resting on your face, “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”

“What?” Lance asks, his shoulders rising in a half-hearted shrug. He glances up from his phone, his brows furrowing slightly as he registers your statement.

“You've been sighing and moping around for the past hour,” you say, your tone a mix of annoyance and concern. “What's going on? Is something wrong with the ‘Real Housewives of Beverly Hills’?”

Lance sighs again, louder this time, as if to emphasize his frustration. He puts his phone down on the coffee table and runs a hand through his hair, tousling it further. "It's nothing," he mutters, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance, “and the housewives are fine, not Kim, though. I think Lisa Rinna is about to break the wine glass, again.”

“You’ve watched the Amsterdam trip how many times, now?” You ask him as you get up from your place at the dinner table and grab your wine glass before making your way over to him on the couch and settle next to him. “Forget it, just tell me what’s wrong so that we can get your breathing back to normal.”

“Chloe is what’s wrong,” Lance mutters, turning his phone screen towards you to give you a better look at the messages between him and his sister, “she is bugging me to bring someone to the wedding.”

You tilt your head to the side, “I thought you were going to take Sandra.”

“It was Sarah.” He returns your look with a pointed one of his own, “We kind of broke up, but now she want me to find another date.”

“So? Just find someone, Lance.” You give him a funny look as you fix the way your glasses are situated on your face and read the texts between the two siblings as you slightly lean over your best friend sitting next to you.

He sneakily places his arm around your shoulder in almost a reflex kind of way, as he argues, “I can’t just bring someone to my sister’s wedding, Y/N, she’s going to have the pictures up on her wall for the rest of her life or something.” He swats your hand away with a weak slap as you try to coo over his response, claiming that he is too sweet for this world when he asks, “Who are you bringing to the wedding, anyway?”

“No one,” you shrug, earning yourself a look from the man sitting next to you, “I’m not a Stroll, Lance, I don’t need to bring a date – ergo, I won’t.”

His eyes narrow on the edge as his voice comes off doubtful, “So I have to find someone to bring to the wedding but you can choose not to?” The nod you give him makes him let out a loud groan, making you giggle as he adds, “Is it too late to ask your parents to adopt me?”

“How more dramatic can you be?” You laugh into the edge of your wine glass as you take a small sip, and then think for a moment as you roll your lips together. “Just ask someone you know to come with you, they’ll get a nice weekend out of it and you won’t disappoint Chloe.”

“You say as if it’s easy,” Lance sighs, but his eyes take on a mischievous glint as you realise he’s had one of his bright ideas and the next words prove that it’s, in fact, one of them. “Be my date.”

Your voice is squeaky as you get out, “Excuse me?”

“I need a date,” he point to himself, and then points the same finger to you, “you don’t have a date. I don’t want to take some random girl off my contacts list to my sister’s wedding, so it makes sense.”

“I- I can’t be your date, Lance!” You exclaim, jumping back slightly to shoot him a full on glare. “You’re my friend,” you emphasise the word, “my best friend.”

“Why not? It’s better than going with a random date.” He argues, “Plus, we’ll tell everyone that we’re trying to work things out and after the wedding we’ll tell them it didn’t work out – problem solved.”

“Problem not solved,” you contend. “I don’t want to lie to everyone, Lance, especially not to our families.”

“You’re not saying no.” He sings, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You give him a light shove as you mumble, “Shut up, I’m serious.”

“So am I, Y/N.” He sighs as he takes your free hand into his, which makes you involuntarily drag your index finger towards his palm, something you used to do to help him calm down when he was dealing with his wrists at the start of the season. It makes him smile softly at you when he realises it’s a thing that calms you down as much as it calms him down. “It’s not lying, it’s us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your voice is lower than before, but you can’t put your finger as to whether it’s because you’re confused or something about the nature of this whole arrangement is scary to you – you pray that it’s the first, but something in your gut tells you it’s the latter.

The smile he gives you in return to your question can only be described as ‘warm’ – it’s soft, and it makes his eyes crinkle, and it’s just so him. “It means that people won’t question how we ended up together, especially our families.”

What he’s saying and suggesting makes sense, you realise. He needs a date and you can help your friend out – plus, it would be good not to hear your mother complain about how you’re single in your twenties for a change. You try to think whether you’d even think about actually accepting to fake date someone if the person asking wasn’t your best friend in the whole world. But with Lance giving you an expectant look and looking so cosy on your couch, coupled with the two glasses of wine you’ve had as an incentive to write, you find yourself giving the man sitting beside you a nod of your approval.

“Fine,” you sigh, “but if this blows up all in our face, I’m blaming you and telling everyone you forced me.”

“Pfft,” he scoffs, pulling you into a side hug as the fighting noises from your TV blends into the background, “it’s going to be great, you just wait and see.”

Weddings are epitome of romance in every conceivable way. And Chloe Stroll’s wedding? It is safe to say that her wedding is the level of magical that fairy tales aspire to achieve. Ever since you’ve stepped foot in Italy, you’re captivated by the views and the atmosphere of having all the people there for such a special occasion. The wedding venue is a stunning villa nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, with lush gardens and a breathtaking view of the countryside. Soft music floats through the air as guests mingle and soak in the romantic ambiance. Turns out Lance was right, after all, and both of your parents are ecstatic that you showed up together – and no one bats an eye when he wraps his arm around you to help you onto the boat, or how his hand linger a bit longer on your hip.

Another thing people don’t seem to focus? How his eyes seem to focus on your every move as you dance with one of Scotty’s cousins, or is he one of his friends? Frankly, Lance doesn’t care about the specifics. He is more focused on the way the man you’re dancing with makes you throw your head back in laughter and the genuine smile that lights up your face. Lance watches from a distance, his heart swelling with a mixture of happiness because of how happy you look, and a touch of jealousy because it is not with him. But seeing you so carefree and radiant in someone else's arms stirs up emotions he can't quite ignore. But all of that is thrown right out the metaphorical window once you excuse yourself from your new friend, and find yourself back to him – basically throwing yourself into his arms and asking him to dance with you.

“I don’t know sweetheart, weren’t you just dancing with your new friend?” He asks, and though he immediately regrets the snarky words leaving his mouth, which reflect all his jealousy at the moment, you just smile up at him with the softest smile he’s ever seen.

Instead of lingering on his words, you let out a small giggle, “I can’t slow dance with him, Lance, he is not my date!”

“Oh,” he murmurs, “right.”

“So, will you dance with me?” You ask him again, your voice filled with more excitement than before. Your lips form a small pout as you add, “Please?”

His eyes linger on your expression for a moment, and he links his fingers through yours as he leads you onto the dance floor to join the couples who already started dancing. “Let’s go,” as soon as the words leave his mouth, a small smile is quick to overtake his face as you let out a small squeal and a giggle.

As the two of you find your place on the dance floor, Lance pulls you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist. The soft melody of a romantic song fills the air, setting the perfect mood for a slow dance. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace and suddenly you realise it’s much easier to focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat rather than the song which is playing on the background.

Lost in the moment, Lance whispers softly into your ear, "You look absolutely stunning tonight, you know that?" You can tell his words are filled with sincerity, and he makes you feel all the admiration he feels for you at that moment.

You give him a playful smile as you do the one thing Lance absolutely hates and answer his question with a question of your own, “Yeah? You like my dress?”

“You know I do,” he shakes his head, lips unable to stop themselves from forming a smile.

Sighing out a satisfied sound, you let fingers occupy themselves with the short strand of hairs on this nape. “Well good, Chloe said you’d appreciate the colour

– through jealousy is not a good colour on you.”

Lance chuckles, the sound rumbling against your cheek as you continue to sway together. "Chloe knows me too well," he replies, his voice filled with warmth, "I’ll just have to thank her for the dress."

“You better,” you scoff, your breath hitting his neck in the process, “it was an absolute pain to put it on.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” his fingers smooth over a crease near your hip, “I’ll help you get it off.”

You pause for a moment, the playful banter fading into a charged silence as his words hang in the air. The intensity of his gaze meets yours, and you can feel the shift in the atmosphere, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together. Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself lost in the colour of his eyes. There's an undeniable chemistry between you, one that the two of you have been ignoring for a while, and one that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

With a playful smile that eventually finds its way on your lips, you raise your head slightly to get a better look at him, “You’re drunk, Lance,” you announce.

Lance's grip on you tightens ever so slightly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back. “What is it they say? Drunk words, sober thoughts.” Another squeal leaves your lips as he slowly dips you down, but you know he won’t let you fall.

As he pulls you up again and presses his forehead against yours, and as his nose nudge against yours which causes both of you to release breathy laughs, your voice is almost pleading, “Lance, I–”

“I know, sweetheart,” his voice is soft as he mumbles, and he repeats himself after dragging out a deep breath, “I know “I know but you deserve something better.”

But the question of what something better might be lingers in your mind.

It’s almost the morning when the wedding celebrations come to a pause, and you quickly find yourself on your way back to the hotel with Lance. Hand in hand, you walk along the dimly lit streets, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly in the night. The city is calm and peaceful, its beauty enhanced by the memories you've created during the wedding festivities. Lance steals occasional glances at you, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as if trying to etch this moment into his memory – you try to act as if you don’t notice, but the same gentle smile finds itself onto your lips every time you catch his eyes on you. As a true gentleman, he lets you lean against him in the elevator, knowing that you’re probably more tired than him because of your choice of shoes.

The soft hum of the elevator and the comforting embrace of Lance lull you into a sense of tranquillity. But all of that calmness is gone once the elevator stops at your floor and Lance pulls you closer as he walks you to your room. With each step, you become more aware of Lance's presence beside you. His warmth radiates, providing a comforting reassurance amidst the late-night stillness. The soft light from the hallway casts a warm glow on his face, highlighting the gentle curves and lines that make him uniquely him. You think the anticipation might actually kill you in the moment, but like a true gentleman, Lance takes out your room key and hands it to you – but even in that simple moment, you feel your entire body lighting up with something more for your best friend.

Your breath hitches once again that evening when Lance’s hands gently cup your face, but he lets you go once he presses his lips lightly on your forehead and gently rests your forehead against yours. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You feel your heart drop as he pulls away from you, all the adrenaline you’ve been feeling slowly dissipates. A mix of emotions washes over you as Lance pulls away and leaves you standing there, your heart feeling heavy in your chest. The brief moment of intimacy between you leaves you longing for more, and you find yourself mumbling, “I thought I deserve ‘something better’.”

“Y/N,” Lance’s voice is soft, but you’re quick to cut him off.

“I- I just thought you might’ve been talking about yourself, you know?” You let out a nervous chuckle as you shake your head, “It doesn’t matter, it’s presumptuous – oh my god I am an egomaniac.” Taking a small step towards him, you give him the world’s most awkward hug, and slowly start to pull away.

Without you knowing behind his horrified look, Lance has the opportunity to put his quick decision-making skills to test. He knows that he can either let you go, which means the two of you will stay friends, or he can actually do what he wanted to do for a very long time – which has the potential to blow up in his face. So, this time he takes a step towards you, and manages to grab your wrist in time to pull you against himself. Pressing his lips onto yours in a haste kiss, he manages to take your breath away for the second time that night, and you realise what’s actually happening after a small brain malfunction. For a moment, you're both suspended in that kiss, your hearts pounding in sync. It's a moment of pure vulnerability and undeniable passion, a culmination of unspoken desires and the unravelling of emotions that have been building between you for far too long. But you can feel him smiling into the kiss as your lips start to move against his. He tries to pull away, but you chase his lips in what you can only describe as hunger, and both of you let out breathy chuckles as you manage to capture his lips in a kiss once again.

When you finally break apart, gasping for air, your eyes meet Lance's. His grip on your wrist tightens, as if he’s afraid to let you go, and in an attempt to calm his worries, you snake your hand into his and drag your index finger towards the center of his palm. “I meant what I said,” he says, breathily, “you deserve something better.”

“Lance,” you almost seem to grumble his name, “you are the ‘something better’.”

“Well I hoped you’d say that.” He nods his head, and throws you over his shoulder to walk towards his own hotel door.

A mixture of surprise and laughter escaping your lips, you playfully swat at his back as you try to urge him to put you down, but he just chuckles and continues on his mission. As the door to Lance's room closes behind you, the world outside fades away, and you find yourself enveloped in a bubble of anticipation and excitement. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Lance gently sets you down on your feet. The room is dimly lit, casting a romantic glow that accentuates the chemistry between you. The air is charged with unspoken desires and a magnetic pull that draws you closer together. Lance takes a step towards you, his gaze filled with longing and affection. Without a word, he reaches out to cup your face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender and passionate kiss.

In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melt away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that you've found something truly special. It's a love that has been quietly brewing beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself. As your lips move together in a dance of shared desire, time seems to stand still. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate and electrifying connection. Every touch, every caress, ignites a fire within you, and you find yourself getting lost in the depths of Lance's embrace.

When you finally break apart, your eyes lock, and a shared understanding passes between you. It's a silent promise, a mutual agreement to explore this newfound love and see where it leads. With a smile that speaks volumes, Lance intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you closer as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I promised you I’d take your dress off, didn’t I?”

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queen-of-reptiles · 5 months

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𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚃

description: In which lisa evans and her girlfriend have been together way to long without an announcement

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lisa evans x female reader

disclaimer: remember it is all just fiction!

warnings: a few rough words, suggestive! and fluff!

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"Lisa!" y/n laughed, smacking her girlfriend's hand away from the icing bowl again, the Scott whining as she did so, glaring teasingly at her lover.

"It's baby to you!" Lisa scolds and y/n chuckles as she presses a quick kiss to the woman's lips.

Lisa smiles a little at that, sat happily on the counter as she watched her lover bake cupcakes, y/n hummed lightly along to the music from the radio.

She was swaying lightly and Lisa couldn't help but slide from the counter and wrap her arms around her lover's waist, folding into her as she rested her forehead against her shoulder.

The two swayed like that for a moment, y/n finally finishing the icing on her first batch of cupcakes, the second and third in the oven currently.

Lisa was far too used to her lover baking, she knew she found it relaxing after training and the staff never complained about the sweet treats they got the next day.

y/n turned in Lisa's light hold, their faces coming level, considering they were the same height, and Lisa smiled softly as y/n raised a cut bit of the cupcake.

"Open." She tells Lisa who does and she feeds her the sweet treat, Lisa groaning at how good it tasted.

"When we retire, you should open a bakery, because jesus." Lisa says, pecking her girlfriend's lips.

"It tastes okay then?" y/n asks and Lisa nods.

"Fantastic, though I prefer something else sweet." Lisa says, the suggestive tone seeping through her voice as she presses her lips back against her lover.

y/n lets out a chuckle but grips her girlfriend's shoulders with a gasp when a cold hand spreads over her lower back, sneaking under her shirt to press her body into Lisa's.

"You're insatiable Evans." y/n mutters to her girlfriend, who hums and begins to move her lips down her girlfriend's neck, pausing when her lover lets out a small whimper of pleasure.

Just as Lisa goes to nip at the skin, the oven timer begins to beep, and y/n snaps into action and pushes her girlfriend lightly from her as she gets the cupcakes out the over.

Lisa groans in annoyance and y/n laughs at her as she makes sure the cupcakes are ready, she places them on the cooling rack and turns to her pouting girlfriend.

"Let me finish these, and then we can continue that." y/n winks and Lisa grins.

"We can have sex?" She asks excitedly.

"You're saying it like you haven't had it in years." y/n laughs and Lisa pouts.

"Feels like it." Lisa huffs and y/n rolls her eyes.

"Lisa it's been four hours!"

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y/n was exhausted by the time the game came to it's end, it was a good result, the win would keep them in the top four of the table, which no one had expected from West Ham at the beginning in this season.

Shaking a few hands, y/n laughed when a body landed on her back, her girlfriend pecking her cheek multiple times. The crowd of Chigwell cheered, seeing one of the couples of West Ham.

While Mackenzie and Kirsty were cute, they were a lot less touchy during game time, Lisa and y/n were the opposite, both very touchy people, and therefore would always share some sort of contact after the game.

People loved them, the Scottish forward and English CAM, the two worked so well, and today was just proof, two goals for y/n, plus to assists, one to Lisa's goal and one to Riko's.

"There she is, our golden girl!" Lisa hums in her ear, y/n's hands gripping her thighs as she keeps her safe on her back.

"Hmm, had to do something, hadn't scored in three games babe." y/n chuckled as they moved to the crowd, Lisa hopping off her back as they began to sign some shirts and take some photos.

Eventually the girls moved back into the changing rooms, 'Strawberry Kisses' blasting from a happy Mackenzie as the group quickly showered and changed.

As they all came down from their win, y/n was talking to Kirsty not noticing Lisa nodding at Mackenzie who paused the music as Lisa stood up on a bench.

"Oi!" Lisa called shutting everyone up.

"Lovely as always babe." y/n chuckled and Lisa rolled her eyes at her lover.

"As you all know, me and the missus will be celebrating 7 years next weekend." Lisa begins.

The two had decided to have a party the day after their game, as they were playing a Saturday game for once, and of course their team was invited, as well as their national team-mates who could make it.

"So, Sunday afternoon, we will be having a barbecue that you are all welcome to join." Lisa explains as people cheer.

"So, it's an anniversary party?" Mackenzie asks, a small smirk on her lips.

"Well that and I'm hoping, an engagement party." Lisa admits as she jumps down and onto one knee, a velvet box in her hands as the team all gasp.

"Oh my god." y/n says in shock, hand covering her mouth as she watches her girlfriend.

"Baby, marry me?" Lisa asks, she had never been fond of speeches.

"Yes, yes, a hundred times yes." y/n nods, trying not to burst into tears. "Is this a joke?" She then asks in shock.

"Yes babe, I got on one knee and bought a ring for a laugh." Lisa scoffs sarcastically as she leans up and grabs her lover's face, bringing her in for a long kiss.

The team begin to cheer loudly, Kirsty winking at her girlfriend as they were the only two who were aware of Lisa's plan, and as the two pull away it was clear to see the excitement.

"You sure?" Lisa asks her girlfriend.

"Of course, no one else I'd rather." y/n smiles softly and Lisa sighs in relief as she slides the ring on her finger.

"God I love ya." Lisa sighs, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too." y/n chuckles, before they are flattened by a very excited group of girls.

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Had this one in mind for ages ! Didn't completely turn our the way I wanted, but it will do!

I LOVE LISA SO MUCH

also to the annons threatening me from my LJ arsenal post - have a great evening my lovelies xo

Queenie! xx

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons:

Paring: Dean winchester x Singer!Reader

Summary: just some headcanons about Dean dating Bobby Singer's niece. -NSFW content warring.

A/n: the winner of the latest poll, there will be a new one up next week. I was so excited and suprised on how many people did the poll, my first one only had six and the latest one had over 100.

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Being Dean's girlfriend isn't always easy, but you get through it. So let's talk about it.

There was always something between you guys, but with your choice of life there was always something in the way.

You two practically grew up together, with Bobby being your uncle and John being his father you two were always around each other.

I think Dean also had a slight fear of Bobby, you were his niece and your practly his daughter.

Bobby wasn't clueless, he saw the way you two looked at each other. He wanted to kick Dean's teeth out, he's extremely over protective. Bobby also knew if anyone would keep you safe it wold be Dean.

“I know you'll take care of her”

On a side note, Bobby refuse to call you 'idjit'

The last thing he's said before he died was, “take care of my girl.. You idjits”

Anyway, Even if you two kept denying it or if your just clueless, everyone would know.

Other than Sam and Cas, your the only one he 100% trusts you. He'd trusts you with his life and your his partner in crime.

What makes your relationship stronger is that you started off as best friends and allies.

You always thought you were losing him, he would always have one night stands and there was Lisa. Of course they ment nothing to him, he just thought he'd never be good enough for you.

He thought you deserved better. “I'm not what you need...you deserve better”

That was the first time you opened your heart out to him, but he put his walls up. The he pretended like nothing happened... Until you went on one particularly hard hunt.

Everything was happing so fast thst neither one of you remember that night. There was blood everywhere and Dean did everything he could to save you, Castile healed you and Dean confessed something he's been wanting to since he was 18.

“I love you... Please don't leave me, I can't lose you”

Since everything moves fast in your lives you both decided to take things slow. Dispite his rugged appearance he's nothing but a gentleman to you.

He's extremely over protective of you, to the point hunts with him got annoying.

“I'm not some damsley in distress, Dean!”

He knows what a badass you are and he knows you can hold your own, but he can't help but be your shield.

That's really the only times you fight, your both very reckless and laugh in the face of danger. You guys stress each other out on hunts.

But, lets get to the good stuff now.

Your the only other person who can drive the impala, you'd rather just have him driving with you setting with him.

You guys love the same music, so your always singing on the top of your longs to old rock songs. Your guys song is Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band.

You always have to be sleeping next to each other to get a goods night rest, even when you weren't together you two shared a bed in the old motels.

Dean refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.

You bake the best pies in his opinion and Sam loves your homemade salsa.

When you guys moved into the bunker you guys made great use of the kitchen, Sam loves your guys cooking.

Speaking of Sam, he's one of your best friends. Cas is your first, but you and Sam have a long history together. You were even the first one to hear he got accepted into college.

We know Cas is like the Winchesters gardian angel, well Gabriel is yours.

About three years into yours and Dean's relationship you broke up, it was around the time Sam went to hell and you guys just pushed each other away.

Gabe knew you guys loved each other, so he worked really hard to get you back together. He did succeed.

You guys might argue about the little things, but he always know how to make them better.

You guys just like staying in and watching movies or Scooby-Doo. You guys love cuddling up in the Dean cave and just ignore the world for a few hours.

He loves cuddles, if your in bed or on the couch he needs to be holding you. He loves it when he's laying in bed and your lying on top of his chest.

He also loves it when you hold him, maybe after a rough hunt he'll love just rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

You love just being in his arms, there's no feeling better than that. He loves snaking his arms around you and resting his chin on your head because he just really needs to being close to you.

He's really just a big ol' teddy bear.

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He also loves it when you kiss his forehead. It just a small, loving gesture he absolutely loves.

If your cold you'll steal his flannels or his jackets, he had this black and red flannel that he now only sees if your wearing it.

when ever your busy doing research Dean always deliver a tiny kiss on your forehead. He'd just be walking by and he'll give you a quick kiss just to make you blush.

He's good a making you blush, he thinks it's adorable.

Trust is a big part of your relationship, you both had opened up about the abuse your fathers and dumped on you. That was the reason Bobby took you in, he could bare you being in the type of environment he grew up in.

With that Dean made a promise to never hurt or scare you. He refuses to lay a hurtful hand on you. It'll break his heart if you flinch away from him during an argument.

As much as you love Dean, demon Dean scares the hell out of you. The demon knew this and used it to his advantage. He Dean went back to normal he could barely look into your eyes. He blamed himself for the bruises around your neck the demon caused.

“I promised you I'd never hurt you... I'm so sorry” he said. “it's not your fault”

On a more positive side... You guys have lots of nicknames. You call him Deano or bub and he calls you just about anything but your actual name, Sweetheart is your favorite.

And with FBI names, you take a different approach. While he uses rock aliases you use actor or fictional names.

“agent Sweets, really?” he said playfully. “What? I like the show Bones”

Your like a mother to Claire, she loves you so much and your the only person she trusts other than Jody and the boys.

Speaking of Jody, she took you under her wing immediately. You never had a mother growing up so it was a relief to have her in your life.

You become a mother to Jack too, and your relationship hit a really bumpy road during that time. You hated how Dean treated Jack and it always turned into a fight.

“if you touch him, I swear to God, Dean!”

Den didn't want to be like his father and after awhile Dean's shell broke and he started to grow a soft spot for him, after your lives calmed down you both did end up adopting Jack.

But to legally do that you had to get married. You both wanted to get married so bad, but with your lives you never got the chance.

You weren't gonna get a white wedding, you knew that and Dean thought the Cort house wasn't good enough. So you got married in the church of Elvis in Las Vegas.

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Dean prefers being on top and being the one in control.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

Bondeg kink, ropes, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.

definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.

car sex! All the way. loves to take you in the back of the impala, loving the way the windows fog up and the small area gets loud with the noises you make.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He would really get off on marking you up. He didn’t think he would, as it wasn’t something he thought too much about but when he did it there was no turning back.

He definitely has a Praise kink too, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

“you feel so amazing Sweetheart”

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

#Dean winchester #Supernatural #Dean winchester x reader #Dean winchester x Singer!reader #Supernatural headcanons #Dean winchester headcanons #Dean winchester imagines #Jensen Ackles x reader #Bobby Singer x reader #Bobby Singer headcanons #Jensen Ackles

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tan1shere · 3 months

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Film Wife

Young Miko x Female Reader !

A/n: hey all ! Some of you have been asking for this so I'm here to provide for yall ;) this is in English because I am not Spanish what so ever so i'm very sorry to disappoint but for all the fans who would like to read this in English this is for you girlies, enjoy ! (I'm so fucking down bad for this woman this was so yummy to write.) Also if you want any others with Miko please lmk ! Gimmie as many requests as you can think of :)

Summary: You know how theres a thing called 'work wife'? Your Mikos film wife ;)

Warnings: smut ! Mdni. Car sex 😏 don't ask me why but I just know this woman either has an army green strap or a rainbow one. I'm convinced!! Just filthiness like usual-

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"Cut!" The director screams. You were currently on set of a singers music video. Everyone loved having you in them you were quite popular. You walk over to your manager, walking past the artist giving them a smile. "You have another music video later on." Your manager Stacy tells you. "Do we know of this person." She shrugs. "You might." She states, showing you her phone. You have a look at the photo she shows you. "Young Miko, or Baby Miko. She's filming a video for her latest song Lisa." You look over the photo, looking at it all very clearly. You were stunned, she was incredibly attractive. She was wearing a beanie, big short sleeved t-shirt, tattoos that immediately catch your attention. "Go home, get changed and I'll send you the dress code." She flashes a toothy smile at you.

Later rolls round fast, you were currently just sitting on your couch in your apartment scrolling on Instagram. Your curiosity got the better of you. Heading to the search bar and looking this mysterious woman up. You scroll a bit, looking at every picture carefully, you would be lying if you said you weren't already obsessed with her. She looks like so much fun. The thought made you smirk to yourself, letting out a slight giggle. This was going to be good.

You had arrived at the studio, seeing your manager and going over to her. "So, what's my part in this." You set your bags down. She points to a bed. "You will be filming a rather, heated scene on this with the artist herself." You couldn't help the blush that spread across your face. You enjoyed these types of scenes, especially when the artist is extremely attractive. "Sounds good." You head over to the bed, just getting into the clothes Stacy had said to. You weren't paying much attention when you felt the bed dip just a little. Bringing you to gaze up. You're met with those beautiful blue eyes. "Y/n? Correct?" You nod. "I've been told you don't speak any Spanish?" You shake your head. "No, I mean I might know the basics, but not well." She nods, herself. "That's quite alright. Good thing I'm good with my English huh?" She smiles at you.

But there was something in the smile, something flirty. "Action!" The music starts playing, Miko gets closer to you, slowly but surely. It makes your heart slightly race, she was so much more hotter in person. She was tall, cheeky. Just over-all attractive. She looks at your lips for a quick second then looks into your eyes, seeing her slyly smirk and lean into you. The kiss was soft, but slowly turning more heated. You put your hands so that they're resting on her neck, as she put hers on your hips, slowly pushing you down on the bed and getting ontop of you. Everyone always asks how you do these and not immediately fall inlove. You were the best liar because honestly it wasn't easy. Miko continued the kiss, deepening it. You felt her tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and how could you deny this oh so yummy makeout.

That went on for a tiny bit more before the director called cut. Signaling that it was the end of the shot. You furrow your brows, not expecting it to be so short. You dreadfully wanted more, but how on earth would that happen. "That's it for today." Stacy says coming over to you, your water in hand. "I didn't expect it to be over so soon." You state. "They got what they needed." She smiles at you. You watch as she walks off, knowing it's it for the day. You feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see who it could be. "Do you do kissing scenes very often?" Miko asks, looking right at you. She towered over you just slightly as you were quite short, making your breath go uneasy for a second. "I do actually, that's one of the jobs I get frequently." She smirks to herself. "I can see why. You're a hell of a good kisser." You swallow at the compliment. Not knowing where all your bold attitude had gone to, but you were so hoping for it back. She comes a bit closer to you, leaning down to your ear.

"Why don't I take you home." Your eyes grew wide. Definitely taking up that offer right away, not only because you want to see where this goes with her, but because you had come here in an Uber. "I'd love that." She nods, putting her hand on your lower back. Watching as you walk to get your belongings. Was this really going to lead to something? Yes. It infact was. As you head out with her to her car you can help the butterflies at everything you're thinking right now. As you get in the passenger's seat, she wastes no time into kissing you, grabbing your face to bring you closer to her. Melting into it almost immediately, gaining that slight confidence and boldness back by situating yourself on her lap. Her hands roam your body, touching your waist, hips, sides. Even a cheeky little touch on your breasts every now and then. She guides her beautifully tattooed arms up your body yet again.

Sliding them under your shirt letting them rest over your bra. She pulls away from the kiss. "Can I take these off?" You bite your lip, nodding nonetheless. She swiftly does so, letting your tits spill out. She keeps eye contact with you, going to wrap her hands around them, lightly squeezing. Miko wraps her lips around one, sucking hard. Her hands held onto your back as she did so. You let your head fall back as she gently bites your nipple. Letting out breaths, even hearing a small noise emerge from her lips letting it vibrate slightly around you, as you put your hands in her soft hair. "Mmmm, please-" You purr out, wanting more and more of this. Of her. It was intoxicating by the minute making you more needy for her. She pulls away just admiring the slight purple tinge to your breast. She had sucked so hard it literally started to form a hickey. Her cockiness increasing at the sight.

You move your hands to her slightly toned arms, feeling the slight dents of muscle that formed in them. Admiring every tattoo on her. She gently moves your hips on her lap, feeling the friction of her thighs against you. You whine desperately wanting to feel so much more. "Patience Mami." She looks directly at you as she says that. You could feel yourself getting wetter at the name. "You wanna know something." You hum as she says that, her voice husky and lustful. "The oh so amazing thing that you're currently desperate for. Matches my microphone." She whispers in your ear. Sending cold shivers down your spine, her warm breath didn't change that it just made you colder, shakier, with need. She gets you to take off your jeans, but keeping on your black lace underwear. Guess she liked that.. Alot. You move your hands so that they're rested above her jeans. Letting them hook around her belt slightly. "Why don't you take them off for me." She looks at you, leaning back into the seat, and putting her arms behind her head.

You bite your lip a little harder this time, feeling your panties pool at this point. You do as told, unlooping the belt and sliding it out from its space in her jeans. You let it go into the backseat, discarding it for now. She doesn't budge, nor say anything. Keeping her eyes on you. You knew what was going on in her brain, she was filthy. She wanted to watch you do this all on your own, didn't she? You go to unzip them, sliding them down enough to get what you were after out, giving a quick glance and the band on her boxers, but immediately paying attention to the gold. And she wasn't lying. There it was, the rainbow strap. You could've sworn there was drool gathering at the corner of your lips, the thought of her sitting there, watching as you basically fuck yourself on it got you even more aroused.

Grabbing it slowly, positioning it at your entrance. Moving the fabric out of the way. "Rip them off." She suddenly says, eyes growing dark as she watches you. Your eyes go wide. "I'll buy you new ones." She subtly winks at you. You smirk at her, ripping the thin material in half, discarding that to the backseat also. "Good girl." That made you desperately claw for the strap, wanting nothing more then to be full of her. You begin to sink down on it, letting your mouth hang open at the delicious feeling. She continues to watch. Watching your facial features every time you'd move. Every little noise you made. She was stunned by you, how beautiful you were, how drawn she was to you. Keeping her arms behind her head just relaxing. She never takes her eyes off of you, only on occasion to watch as the strap dissappears inside of you. You couldn't help but let out a moan, feeling your breaths pick up.

She doesn't necessarily agree with the pace you're going at, so she begins to fuck up into you, making you latch onto the shoulders of the seat. Having your mouth slightly drop at the feeling. "Miko.." You whine out enjoying this so much. "Hm? Enjoying this. I bet you do, don't you?" You nod vigorously. "You're a slut huh.. letting me watch you fuck yourself on me. How very filthy." You bite your lip again, so much that it draws a little blood. The taste was irony, and bitter. You couldn't care less though. Miko leans forward, bringing her lips to your neck as you keep moving yourself on her. She sucks hard, loving how your tits had looked before. Wanting to mark a more visible area next. She moves the kisses from your neck, to your plump, slightly red lips.

She tasted the tiny bit of blood, making herself go crazy at everything that was happening. She grunts quietly into your mouth, moving her hands so they rested on your hips. "Gonna cum for me?" You lazily nod, feeling fucked out and tired. "Go on, I know you can. Make every director that's still in that building know, how good you're being fucked right now." That alone sent you overboard, feeling the knot tighten at her beautiful voice. You were inlove with it, scratchy but yet so pretty. She goes to your neck again, leaving kisses and a few hums, leading up to your ear again. She could tell you loved her voice, it's as if she could truly feel you clenching around her. "Mmm that's it Mamacita." She nibbles. "Cum all over me." And just like that, you did. Feeling yourself gush over her strap, letting your body fall into her touch and resting your head in her neck. You felt completely fucked out, letting out breaths as she gently rubbed your back.

"Im telling my team that you're gunna be in all of my upcoming music videos." You let a smile spread across your face. "How's that sound, film wife?" You close your eyes. "Just perfect."

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howlingday · 25 days

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The Interview

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Lisa Lavender Live. As always, I am your host, Lisa Lavender, and tonight we interview a man who was responsible for saving all of Remnant from the Grimm more than twelve years ago. Please, join me as we welcome a hero of great renown, Jaune Arc!"

The crowd roared as they stood and applauded the well-shaven gentleman seated across from Lisa Lavender. His stomach felt like there were rocks tumbling around inside, but that couldn't be the case because he threw up in the dressing room already. He was on camera in front of millions of people across Remnant, all of whom lauded him as a hero, which was part of the reason why he was so hesitant to do any interviews since what became known as "The Fall of Grimm". He'd seen many interviews of celebrities fumbling and it coming back to haunt them years later. Here's hoping this wouldn't be one of them.

"Jaune, how are you feeling?"

"I threw up." The audience laughed. At least they loved it. "In the dressing room. Sorry, I'm not used to being on camera."

"If I recall, you were responsible for delivering Ruby Rose's message to the world, weren't you?"

"I was, but, uh..." Jaune scratched his head. "To be honest, I never was good with technology."

"Is that why you use a sword and shield?"

"It's part of it." Jaune replied. "To be honest, this old thing was just a heavy heirloom sitting on my family's wall until I left for Beacon."

"Beacon Academy, correct? That's where you had your schooling?"

"Well, it's where I first started until the Fall of Beacon, and then I walked all the way to Atlas."

"You walked from Beacon to Atlas?"

"Well, I rode a train from Haven to Argus. Not really a fan of flying."

"What happened the last time you flew?"

"I threw up." The audience laughed again. Two for two, and he was winning each round. So far so good. "Yeah, I don't know what it is, but I was just really bad with flying. I still am, too."

"Are you sure it isn't just nerves?"

"After all the bullheads I've been on, Miss Lavender, yes, I'm sure." Third time and everyone chuckled.

"Well, I'm sure you know that I didn't just bring you on stage to just talk about your airsickness." The hostess smiled. "After all, you were the commander of the Five Kingdom Army."

"I feel sick just thinking about it." Fewer chuckles this time. Okay, the joke was dead. Moving on. "But yeah, it was last minute decision to be honest. As soon as I showed up, everyone started rushing me into these briefings and plannings and I had to be the one to look over the positioning of all five kingdoms. I mean, it would be like someone grabbing you on your first day at Beacon and throwing you off a cliff to see how you landed." He chuckled. "Which, yes, I can compare to." The audience laughed.

"So what was going through your mind when you were planning?"

At this, Jaune was quiet. He leaned back and closed his eyes, remembering what Ozpin and Oscar were telling him about their plan to use Ruby as their trump card. He instantly rebuked the idea. With a nod, he answered the question.

"I was thinking about the best way to get to Salem."

"And putting the Huntress Hero, Ruby Rose, on the frontlines. Was that your plan?"

"When I first showed up, I was being told that all of the kingdoms agreed to pull her back to a safehouse until a final push. I told them that their plan was just asking for trouble and said to put her up front."

"Didn't that seem like a big risk, Jaune?"

"Yeah, but here's the thing. Nobody knows Ruby, or her team, RWBY, better than I do."

"Wait, do you know Ruby or RWBY better?"

"Yes." The audience laughed loudly. "But if you're looking for a more serious answer, I would say I know Ruby Rose better than I know her team. In fact, I know three things that her team forgets sometimes."

"Oh? Would you mind sharing these juicy secrets?"

"I would be more than happy to."

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Ruby Rose watched the screen, barely blinking her eyes at the interview playing in front of her. Her best... Former best friend cracked jokes and talked about his arguments with Ozpin and everyone else in the war room like it wasn't a three hour screamfest about how Ruby shouldn't be treated like figurehead. Now he was about to spill secrets about her?

The last conversation they had was more than ten years ago, and just like in the war room, it was just as loud and aggressive, though she was the more vocal of the two. He wanted to settle down and she wanted to be free, using her childhood home as a base. Jaune wanted to keep in touch, but she'd slammed the door in his face and never looked back.

And now he was talking with Lisa Lavender on her talkshow, gabbing about the two of them like they were still friends. Part of her wanted to be mad at him, but another part wanted to forgive him. The former was easy, but the latter... She couldn't. Even if it had been more than ten years, there was something about how Jaune put his foot down about having the house and her visiting now and then, it just... It hurt. It still hurt.

Maybe what he's about to say will make her anger more justified.

"First of all," he said, "and you'll probably want to write this down; Ruby is probably the most agile huntress I have ever met. Probably even more so than her teammate, Blake. You could even say, she can really move." He tapped his palm. "She can really move, right that down."

"Okay, I'll write it." Lisa Lavender chuckled as she wrote on a notepad.

Ruby let out a sigh. It was no secret that she moves a lot. After all, the whole reason for their big fight was how she wanted to keep moving but Jaune insisted on staying where he was. He was stubborn and stiff, but she was more aloof and carefree. Was she biased? Of course she was. She's Ruby Rose.

"Second, she's really mouthy." Jaune said with a furrowed brow. "Like, she can be a real brat sometimes and kinda bossy. Like, things have to go her way or no way at all." Ruby shared his scowl. "For that one, write down that she's got an attitude."

"She's got an attitude, got it."

"I do not." Ruby muttered, glaring at the screen. Did she come off a little standoffish sometimes? Sure, but only when big, meatheaded knights were trying to force her to do things she didn't want to. She huffed. How long was he going to be sitting there saying these untrue things?

"Ready for the last one?"

"I'm ready, Jaune."

"So, and write this down, she's the fastest thing alive." Ruby blinked. What did he just say? "Like, I remember we got into a food fight with each other, and she just ended it all with a WHOOSH! Instant hurricane in the cafeteria and I'm on the wall, covered in grease and soda and juice." He chuckled. "I was completely soaked in food and drinks." He sighed. "Could read back what you wrote down?"

"I think I know where this is going, but okay." Lisa Lavender chuckled. "So, Ruby Rose... She can really move."

"Ruby Rose." Jaune said with a nod.

"She's got an attitude."

"Ruby Rose..." His body tensed, grinning ear to ear. Ruby's heart raced.

"She's the fastest thing alive?"

"SHE'S THE FASTEST THING ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE~!" Jaune belted out the chorus, standing from his feet and pointing to the sky like a rockstar. The crowd went wild, roaring with applause, even as he sat down with a sigh. "I'm sorry I had to drag you through that."

"Let me guess, was this a bet you two made?"

"Not really." Jaune chuckled. "Ruby Ro- Er, sorry. Ruby is my best friend. And even though I haven't seen her since we beat Salem together, I would say that she'll always be my best friend."

"Oh?" The crowd cooed at the sweet remark. "Would you say this friendship goes beyond normal friends?"

"Yeah, but not like that." He said with a chuckle. "She's still as much my best friend as I am hers. And even if she doesn't think we're friends anymore, I would say it to my grave that she's still mine." Everyone in the audience cooed even more.

"Well, that's all the time we have for the interview. Anything more you want to say to Ruby if she's listening?"

"Yeah." He looks to the camera, smiling. "I'm still here for you, Ruby."

Ruby turned off the screen, weeping into her hands.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Lisa Lavender Live. As always, I am your host, Lisa Lavender, and tonight we interview the Huntress to end all Huntresses, a woman who just might be the most talked about woman to this day, the one and only, Ruby Rose!"

The crowd cheered and roared with even more excitement that when Jaune was on stage. Thankfully, her best friend stood in the wings, smiling as he watched her. She smiled back to him, and then smiled to the crowd and waved. As the roaring died down, Ruby directed her attention to the hostess as she began speaking.

"Thank you again for meeting with me, Miss Rose." Lisa Lavender said. "I can't deny that I'm a little honored that in the past twelve years since your victory over Salem, this is your first interview, right?"

"Yup!" Ruby replied. "Er, I mean, yes, it is."

"There's no need to be so formal, Miss Rose." Giggled Miss Lavender. "We're just having a conversation."

"In front of millions of people." Ruby clarified.

"You get used to it after a while. And I have to say that I'm surprised that you chose to come on just a month since Jaune Arc's own interview! I guess you two really are as close as he said!"

"Eheh, um, not exactly." Ruby said. "To be honest, when Jaune asked me to come on the air, it was probably only a week or so after we made up."

"Oh?" Lisa leaned in. "Was there tension between you two?"

"Something like that." Ruby answered. "Just a few days after his interview, I spoke with Jaune for the first time in more than ten years. And our last conversation before that didn't exactly end on good terms." The crowd awed at the statement.

"I wasn't expecting this much juice this early on. If you don't mind, would you care to explain."

"Not really, since it's all resolved now." Ruby said with a sigh. "Besides, I'd rather talk about us making up for lost time."

"Ooh~! Now this I have to hear! Do you want to hear, everyone?!" The crowd cheered, making Ruby shrink a little. "Well, there you have it. Tell us everything, Ruby."

"Okay." Ruby took a deep breath and let it all out. "When I showed up at Jaune's door, the first thing we did was hug." The crowd cooed. "And I had to tap him on the shoulder because I was having trouble breathing." She giggled and the audience laughed with her. "The next thing I know, we're sitting on the couch and just... talking. We talked about, well, everything!" Ruby shouted with a smile. "What we were doing, how everyone we knew was doing, when was he going to start growing his beard out." Everyone laughed at that.

"Well, it sounds like you two really are the best of friends. What was it like, burying the hatchet?"

"I..." Ruby gulped. "There was a lot of tears at first. I cried, he cried, I cried more, and then he cried more, and I told him to stop crying more than me, and he said no." The audience laughed after cooing. "And it's just... It's like I walked out that door ten years ago, and not a day passed since I came back."

"Well, isn't that sweet?" Lisa Lavender cooed. "Did anything really change since you came back?"

"Just one thing." Ruby said, smiling. She raised her hand, showing off a beautiful gold banded ring on her finger. The audience screamed at the reveal. She giggled. "Oh, come on. It's not that big."

#rwby #jaune arc #lisa lavender #ruby rose #lancaster

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kurogane2512 · 4 months

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Hi, Hello, How are you, I hope you are doing great.

Can I request a oneshot for Lisa? Set during Dodoco's Bombtastic Adventure..

I wanted more interaction time with Lisa but.. you know hoyo.. So I've been wanting to ask this for quite some time..

It can be anything your wish fluff/smu

If it's f, u can add some interactions with klee..

But if it's s, it can just be y/n & Lisa.. uk

Anyways.. If you can't that's alright, I already enjoy your other works and I'm sure the other requests which you plan on doing will also be great.

Thank you :)

I relate so much anon, you already know how disappointed I feel almost every time with events regarding my faves cause they are almost never done justice. Lisa's Sumeru outfit event was also really lackluster and just felt like something they wanted to get out of the way, she has so much character potential but it feels they abandoned all initial plots established with her and just keep her for fanservice.

This Klee event was unexpected and I actually somehow had hopes that maybe this would be better but I thought too soon.... sigh, anyways I very much wanted to write this too and you know I love combining smut and fluff most so here it is~

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Lisa x fem! reader (Traveler)

Type: Smut and Fluff (oral sex, slightly dom reader, Lisa on receiving end)

Weary from your travels, you decided to make a stop at Mondstadt and relax a little by meeting your old friends and spending time with them. Mondstadt always felt like home to you as it was the first nation you came to, and the people treated you like their own family that you could never forget them. You went to the KoF HQ and decided to spend some time in the library by reading a book and chatting with the librarian.

"Okay, I'll look for big sister Y/n now!" a familiar child's voice filled your ears as soon as you entered the library.

"Oh! Big sister Y/n!! You already came! Klee was just thinking about you!" Klee ran up to you and playfully hugged you, you smiled at her and patted her head then Lisa also came up to you and smiled.

"What happened? Do you need some help?" you asked both of them and Lisa simply chuckled before telling you about an ongoing problem with Mondstadt's Cider Lake due to which Klee had to be confined in the city for some time and Lisa was made to take care of her.

"So.... do you have something in mind, Lisa?"

"My, of course. I already prepared it as well. Come along~"

You and Klee followed Lisa outside the HQ and found yourself in front of a board game that Lisa had developed for Klee.

"Please enjoy yourselves! It's not every day that you get to play games with Klee, surrounded by the scent of flowers on the breeze, with delicious food delivered right to you~"

"You won't play, Lisa?"

"Hehe, won't it be a little unfair if the game's creator joined in? Besides, I still have my librarian duties to take care of~"

"I see.... I would have liked for you to join in." you looked down with a disappointed expression, a soft chuckle leaving Lisa's mouth at your reaction.

"You should have thought of that when we met in Sumeru, cutie~"

Your eyes widened in shock realizing her implication but Lisa didn't bother elaborating and bid farewell to you two. You weren't sure if she really meant what you were thinking. You spent a few hours playing with Klee then decided to check up on Lisa since Klee was well used to the game and could play by herself. You told her you'll be back soon then went to the library again, only to find Lisa wasn't at her table.

"I'm downstairs. If you require assistance then please wait a moment." Lisa's voice beamed from the ground floor and you quickly walked downstairs and found her in front of a shelf, arranging some books.

"Ah, how may I hel— Oh, it's you, cutie." Lisa turned around and was a little surprised to see you. She gave a small smile then picked up the other books and leisurely walked to another shelf to arrange it.

"How's it going with Klee? Did you face some issues with the game?"

"No, everything is fine. It's really fun to play, she's enjoying a lot."

"Aww, that's good to hear. It's thanks to Klee that we were able to detect the problem in Cider Lake so early, she deserves this reward~"

"Y-Yeah...." you trailed off and wondered what to speak, Lisa wasn't acting her usual self around you. By now, she would have already asked you about your wellbeing and stories from your journey but she was strangely avoiding you.

"Did you have something to discuss, cutie? I don't think it's a good idea to leave Klee all alone out there."

"I....I just wanted to talk with you, Lisa. How have you been?"

"My, I'm the same old me. Not much time has passed since we met in Sumeru, remember? Or perhaps you were too occupied back then to remember I was there, hehe~"

You were surprised once again but now your suspicions were confirmed. She was upset about how you didn't accompany her when she came to Sumeru for a vacation, despite inviting you so dearly.

"Lisa, I....I'm sorry about back then. I was just—"

"Too busy being the hero of another nation? I know, you don't have to worry about it, cutie. I'm happy to see you doing such marvelous deeds everywhere you go, you don't have time for a mere librarian like me~"

She wasn't looking at you at all as she spoke and continued arranging the books. Her tone was dull and not cheery like always. She was trying so hard to show she didn't care but you knew she was upset. You regretted not accepting her invitation so much, you desperately tried to make time but some work always came and you didn't realize when a week already passed and she was ready to leave.

You hated making Lisa upset, she was the one person you never wanted to do this to. You walked up to her and suddenly hugged her from behind, catching her by surprise as a book fell from her hand from the force of the hug. You buried your face in her shoulder and tightly wrapped your arms around her waist, she squinted her eyes and stayed still.

"....You are wrong, I don't think that way at all. I really tried to make time, I really wanted to be with you but it was so hard. I know you don't want to listen to any excuses but.... please know I wasn't ignoring you or finding you worthless. You mean a lot to me, Lisa- so much more than you can imagine. Please, don't hate me."

Lisa silently listened to you then let out a sigh and turned around to face you, gently cupping your face and gazing at you with a small smile.

"....I can never hate you, cutie. You are too precious for me to hate you for something like that. I was just.... slightly upset that we didn't get to spend time together despite being in the same place. I wasn't expecting to run into you at Sumeru, but I was so happy that I did that perhaps I got carried away with my expectations."

You smiled back then leaned in and snuggled into her neck to embrace her, she wrapped her arms around you and lovingly stroked your head.

"Oh, that reminds me. What did you come here for initially? I'm so sorry that I made you accompany Klee as soon as you came, cutie."

"Oh, it's okay. I only came to meet everyone, especially you. I'll be going to Fontaine next so I just wanted to make a stop back here first."

Lisa smiled and kissed your forehead, "Hehe, that means you'll be here for some days, right?~"

You nodded, "Yes. I hope to learn more from you, Lisa-sensei~"

You chuckled together before leaning back then grabbing her wrist, "Come play with us now, Lisa."

"I told you I have to—"

"Ugh, nothing will happen if you close the library for a day! Come now, I want to be with you!"

You practically dragged her out and Lisa only chuckled as she let herself be pulled by you. She locked the library and both of you went back to find Klee seated on the bench eating some snacks that had been delivered earlier, she beamed a smile looking at you two and jumped in excitement as you three played together. Some days later, one of the knights came to inform Lisa that the crisis at Cider Lake had been resolved and that Klee could resume her playtime there.

"Well, Klee can continue her little adventures. I hope you two enjoyed this little game~" Lisa informed you about the crisis being resolved and was happy to hear how much Klee enjoyed the game.

"Oh, and I have also bought some gifts for you cuties!~" Lisa exclaimed and Klee became excited then held your arm.

"Me too! Klee also has a gift for big sister! Can Klee go first please!!?"

Lisa nodded happily then Klee took out a Dodoco toy from her backpack and handed it to you. You hugged Klee and thanked her for the lovely gift then next was Lisa's turn and she took out a cutely illustrated storybook about 'Dodoco's Bomb-Tastic Adventures'.

"The little cutie returned to Mondstadt and joined Klee on an adventure with Dodoco! Together they defeated the bad Spikey Fish Warriors and then enjoyed an afternoon tea.... A most fitting way to end Dodoco's Bomb-Tastic Adventure. I left a space for illustrations but I thought of a better idea- how about taking a picture together?"

Lisa suggested and Klee was already jumping in excitement and you had no reason to deny either. She set up the Kamera while you and Klee took your positions then waited for the photo to click.

"Lisa, you also come. You are the creator of this game and story, it's incomplete without you." you pleaded to Lisa who was a little shocked at your request, she tried to deny saying she didn't do much and that you and Klee were more important but you weren't liking it.

"Yes, big sister Y/n is right! Big sister Lisa, you should come too!" Klee also joined in your request and Lisa finally gave in.

"Fine fine, let me take one photo of you two then I'll join for the next one~"

You posed with Klee as the photo clicked then Lisa quickly walked up and stood beside you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and held you close before sneakily kissing your cheek right at the moment the second photo clicked. Everything happened so quickly that you barely registered her action, she moved away before you could react and proceeded to wrap up the game but you didn't miss the little wink she gave you as she went....

Later at night, you came to the library to help Lisa pack up and escort her home. But truthfully, you were hoping for something else to happen. You found Lisa standing in front of a shelf in the faraway corner and silently tiptoed behind her then embraced her, catching her off guard but she was aware of your presence as soon as you had come in.

"Aww, can't stay away from me, cutie?~"

"Mmm, I missed you~"

You mumbled against her skin before planting a kiss on her shoulder, shivers running down her spine at your action.

"Hehe, wait a little more, cutie. I'm almost done with these~"

"Hmm... no, I want you now~"

You kissed behind her ear which made her arch into you with a soft moan, "Mhm, how needy. Where was this side of you in Sumeru, hm?~"

"You have no idea how much I wanted you back then as well, especially since you wore that outfit. You looked so beautiful...."

Lisa chuckled as you planted more kisses on her neck and shoulder before suddenly turning her around and pinning her on the shelf. She gasped as you held up her leg and pressed your body against her then dived in to kiss and suck on her neck. She moaned and wrapped her arms around you as she arched up, giving you more access to her neck for you to mark.

"Mhm, c-cutie.... Hnng~ You want to do it here?~"

"Anywhere, I don't care. I just want you, Lisa~"

Lisa chuckled and laced her fingers in your hair and guided you to kiss her neck more, she moved her dress down with her other hand and freed her breasts which you wasted no time to cup. Soft sighs left Lisa's mouth as you kneaded her breasts before moving down to suck her hard nipples, simultaneously pinching the other one. She held you close as you sucked like a baby then suddenly carried her over to a nearby table and laid her on it while kneeling in front of her.

"I want to make up for what happened in Sumeru. Will you let me, Lisa?"

Lisa chuckled, "You just want to make up for that, cutie?~"

"No.... I want to do this because I love you. I want to please you and make you happy."

Lisa's heart skipped a beat at your unexpected confession but she couldn't be happier. She pulled you up by your collar and connected your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue hungrily dancing with your own. You then kneeled once again and slipped off her panties then rested her legs on your shoulders and dived in to ear her out. She leaned back on the table as her body arched, low moans and whines resounded in the library as your tongue swiped her folds and lips sucked on her clit.

"Mhm, cutie...Aaahn~ Y-Yes, right there.....oh, you are doing so good!~"

Her fingers gripped your hair messily and she grinded into your mouth, her hips rutting forward as you plunged your tongue inside her and scissored her walls. Angelic whimpers left her mouth, your thumb playing with her clit as you sucked on her hot and wet folds and she came with a loud breathy moan. You sucked every drop of her juices and cleaned her before you stood up to face her, her cum still coating your lips.

She smirked and wiped her cum off your lips then stepped down and pushed you across to another table, pinning you down this time. She gazed at you with a lustful glaze in her eyes, a pool of arousal already dripping down your thighs as you anticipated the events of the remaining night.

#genshin impact #genshin women #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact lisa #lisa x reader #lisa minci

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Unwanted: Chapter 7, Unburdened - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, brutal honesty, mentions of some sexy stuff, but no actual sex-on-page, mention of m masturbation,

Word Count: 3k

Previously On...: Bucky spent the entire evening at Jade Carthage's side, and when he calls her "doll," you had enough and stormed off. The two of you have the very first argument of your friendship, and now Bucky says you need to talk...

A/N: I had a very shitty and emotionally draining evening yesterday, so I didn't get any writing done, unfortunately. But I need to make myself feel better somehow, so let's post Chapter 7! I think many of you will agree with me when I say "Fucking finally!" to what transpires here! Alas, though, there are plenty of emotional ups and downs still to come, because that's just life, isn't it?

Also, I finally watched Lisa Frankenstein to cheer myself up last night. What a delightfully messed up, fun, campy romp that was! Highly recommend if you haven't already!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @jmeelee @cazellen @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @erelierraceala @hayjat @capswife @itsteambarnes @jupiter-107 @marygoddessofmischief @sebastians-love @learisa @lethallyprotected @rabbitrabbit12321

The silence in your room felt deafening as you closed the door behind Bucky. For the very first time in your friendship, it felt awkward having him in your space, and you could tell he felt it, too. You crossed over to your sitting area and sat in one of your arm chairs, curling up into yourself. Bucky sat in the chair opposite you, leaning his elbows on his thighs to support his weight. The two of you just stared into space for a long moment, avoiding the other's gaze.

"You wanted to talk," you said eventually, "so talk."

Bucky looked up to meet your eyes, and you could see the sadness and defeat in them. "I'm sorry, Pocket. You're right, I've been an ass all night. I didn't do it with the intention to hurt you, but I hurt you anyway because I wasn't thinking about how my actions would affect you, and that's almost worse. I'm sorry."

You exhaled and looked away from him, afraid that if you held his gaze for too long, you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that would certainly come. "Listen, Buck," you said, swallowing hard, "if you're interested in pursuing something with Jade, that's... well, it's your life, you're free to date whoever you want. We never put any labels or rules on whatever this thing between us is, so I know I don't have any right to be jealous, but watching you flirt so openly with her right in front of me, like I didn't even exist? I can't begin to explain to you how worthless and small that made me feel. So, if you think you want to try for something with her, you have to let me know so I can try to move on, because I can't sit around and watch it happen. It's too painful."

When you looked back over at him, Bucky had gotten up and was now kneeling on the floor in front of you, practically beaming as he took you in.

"Why are you smiling like a lunatic?" you asked, an edge of concern in your voice. "You're creeping me out."

"Pocket," he murmured, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. For a moment, you considered pulling away, but the feel of his lips on your skin was such a comfort, you stayed still. "My absolute one and only doll, you've got it all wrong. I let you get the wrong idea and stew with it and I am so, so sorry."

You did pull away at that. "What are you talking about? How do I have the wrong idea?"

Bucky leaned back until he was resting on his heels. "I am interested in Jade, that's true." He took your hands in his as you felt your heart drop into your stomach. "But not in the way you think." He brought your hands to his lips and began placing kisses across your knuckles. "Doll, there's only been one girl I've been interested in pursuing something with in the last seventy-five years, and I'm sitting across from her right now."

You shook your head, sure you had misheard him. "I don't understand."

He chuckled and looked up at you through his lashes, the sight so beautiful, your breath caught in your chest. "Pocket, I have been crazy about you since the moment you made that god-awful 'unarmed' joke. At first I thought a girl as pretty as you, as smart as you, as good as you, you'd never give a guy like me, even without my history, a second look, and I'd be content to just watch you from the sidelines, you know? Watch you be beautiful and bright and I'd be happy my world was a better place just because you were in it.

"But you went outta your way to be nice to me. You talked Tolkien with me, you wanted to spend time with me, you wanted to be my friend, and I thought 'This is already more than you deserve, it's more than enough.' Then, when I had my nightmare, you didn't run away. You stayed. You stayed, and you understood, you let me hold you, and I-I was a goner for you. And that night...," he groaned at the memory, "God, that night you kissed me back, and you let me touch you, in all the ways I dreamed of touching you, all the ways I'd imagined touching you while I fucked my fist for practically a year, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to give you up after that.

"You'd told me about your past, how you were scared of relationships but, sweetheart, I was so greedy, I'd take any part of you you were willing to give me, your friendship, your body, even if it wasn't ever gonna be your heart. I'd take any crumb you offered me, and I'd be grateful for it."

You blinked your eyes repeatedly, dazed by his confession and unable to articulate words. Bucky's face fell as your silence stretched on.

"You don't feel the same way," he said, voice low as he stood up. "I'm sorry-- I-I shouldn't have dumped all of that on you. I'll go--." He turned and made steps toward your door, but you jumped up, reaching out to grab his arm.

"Bucky, wait," you turned him back to face you and brought your lips crashing to his with such intensity that he stumbled backwards a few steps before wrapping his arms around you to kiss you back.

"I love you," you gasped when you broke apart for air, breathing out a laugh when his eyes widened comically in shock. "I'm so fucking in love with you that it terrifies me, because it's an entirely brand new experience and I don't know how to do it. I'm so worried that I'm going to fuck it up and scare you away, or that you're gonna realize I'm not worth it and I don't even know how to live without you anymore."

Bucky held your face between his hands. "Are you serious right now?" he asked, eyes searching yours for any trace of deception. "You're not fucking with me?"

You shook your head emphatically, bringing your hands up to cover his. "No, no, I'm completely serious. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." You laughed; the more you said the words, the more you realized how entirely true they were. "I love you and I've been so insanely jealous all night because I thought you were interested in her."

Bucky looked down at you with the brightest smile, like the sun shining after a storm, before pulling you toward him so he could kiss you again. You hadn't even realized you'd started to cry until, after Bucky had pulled away, he was brushing the tears from your cheeks.

"I love you, Pocket," he whispered as he began peppering kisses across your face. "I love you and I'm so sorry for everything I did tonight that would make you doubt that you're the most important person in my life and the best thing to ever happen to me."

The reminder of his earlier actions drew you out of the emotional haze his declaration had put you in. "Wait," you said, pulling back and putting some distance between the two of you, "if you've been in love with me this whole time, how come you've been weird about Jade ever since you saw her profile in those folders Tony gave us?" Bucky ran a hand down his face and sighed. Taking your hand, he led you back to the armchair you'd previously vacated and sat, pulling you down to sit on his lap and wrapping his arms around you.

"I told you that I am interested in Jade," he began, but when he felt you tense beneath him, he quickly continued, "but I'm not interested in dating her, or sleeping with her. You're the only girl who's got my attention in those departments." He paused to nuzzle at the junction of your neck and shoulder and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.

"Go on," you gently urged him.

"I'm interested in getting to know Jade, in talking to her, because she's... well, she's like me, you know? She's got the serum, and I don't know anyone else who's got it that's still alive."

You put a finger on his chin, tilting his face up to meet yours. "But, Steve," you said, somewhat confused, "he's got the serum, too, and you talk to him all the time."

Bucky sighed and shook his head. "Steve's got Erskine's serum," he told you. "The one made by the U.S. Government. The one that they-- that Hydra-- used on me, it was similar, but not the same."

"It's the same one that was used on Jade," you said, understanding dawning on you.

Bucky nodded. "Not exact, but what's running through her veins evolved from what's runnin' through mine. And they never put her through cryo, she's never been wiped. She was conscious through everything they put her through, all the experiments, the tests... I was excited to think that there was someone I could talk to about it, who understood. Someone who could maybe help me fill in some of the blanks I still have. Answer the questions I've been too ashamed to ask Steve."

"Oh, Buck," you hummed, running your nails gently across his scalp, "Baby, why didn't you ever say anything?"

He arched into your touch. "Because you've already had to put up with enough of my shit," he said. "I didn't want to burden you with any more of it."

You stopped your scratching ministrations and looked at him. "Now listen here, Barnes," you began, your tone serious, "the last thing you could ever be to me is a burden. I have never met anyone who was funnier, kinder, braver, more selfless or caring than you. You're a fucking gift, Bucky. One that I am endlessly grateful for, everyday."

Bucky groaned. "Pocket, you can't just say things like that while you're sitting on my lap. I try to be a gentleman, but I've got my limits."

You laughed and leaned into him, resting your head against him. You picked up his right hand and began tracing his fingers with your own.

"If me talkin' to Jade makes you any kind of uncomfortable, doll, I promise I'll never speak to, or even look at, her again." He caught your eye and you could see the seriousness of his statement in them. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'm never going to tell you who you can't be friends with, Buck," you told him with a sigh. "I admit that I don't love the idea of you spending one-on-one time with her alone or anything, but I'm also not going to stand in the way of you getting answers you need about your past. But you tell me the second she tries something," you warned. "Super soldier or not, she comes for my man, I'm gonna kick her fucking ass."

"You've got nothin' to worry about, darlin'. I told you, in seventy-five years, it's only been you. Seventy-five years more, it's still always only ever be you." His words made your heart swell in your chest and you leaned in to kiss him again. "Mm, but say that again," he told you.

"The part where I'm gonna kick her ass?" you asked with a smirk.

"No," he said, nipping at the sensitive skin at the pulse point on your neck, "the part where you called me your man."

You shifted so you could wrap your arms around his neck, toying with the soft hairs at the nape. You leaned in close so you could whisper in his ear: "You're my man, Bucky Barnes." A full shiver went through Bucky's body at your words and you relished in the effect you had over him. He ran his vibranium hand up under the back of your shirt, tracing gentle circles on the skin of your lower back.

"And you're always gonna be my girl, Pocket." His flesh hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, the motion, combined with his words, so tender your breath hitched.

Something seemed to shift in that moment, the air growing thick and heady between you, as if you were both just realizing the new depth of your relationship for the first time.

"Bucky," you breathed, voice barely a whisper, eyes pleading.

He nodded and, placing one hand at the small of your back and the other under your knees and scooping you up as he stood. With the utmost care, he laid you down on the mattress of your bed and rested his body over yours, careful not to put too much of his weight on top of you.

"This feels different," he said as brushed your hair away from your face.

"Good different or bad different?" you asked, bringing your hands up to cup his face, the stubble scratching your palms.

"The very best different." He leaned down, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was unlike any you'd shared before-- sweeter, more languid, as though you'd been forced to rush every previous kiss and you were both finally allowed to take your time. Bucky tasted like smoked whiskey as his tongue made leisurely sweeps across your mouth, eliciting a moan from you when he sucked on your bottom lip.

You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs as you kissed, Bucky's flesh hand roaming up the soft skin of your side. He shifted, pressing more of his weight against you, as if he were desperate to be closer, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your thigh.

You rocked your hips up against his pelvis, drawing a guttural moan from Bucky's throat. He pulled back, drawing himself up on his haunches. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, teasing the edges as he looked up at you, silently asking you for permission. You nodded, sitting up and raising your hands over your head so he could slide your shirt off. As soon as it was free of your arms, Bucky tossed it aside and brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing his way across your collarbone.

Reaching down, you grabbed the hem of his Henley, slowly rolling it up over his abdomen, placing soft kisses on the hard lines of muscles it revealed. Once you'd fully divested him of his shirt, you let your hands roam the broad expanse of his chest, your lips and tongue trailing open-mouthed kisses across the raised pink scars at his mangled shoulder.

"You don't have to," he said, subtly pulling his shoulder back.

"Shush." You pulled him closer, continuing to kiss his puckered flesh. "I love every inch of you, Bucky. You're beautiful."

He pulled away from you, blue eyes boring into yours like he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him.

"How are you even real?" he asked, bringing your lips to his once again, his kisses growing more desperate. "I swear to God, Pocket, 'm gonna take you out, date you so fuckin' hard. Be the best goddamned boyfriend you've ever had."

He wanted to be your boyfriend. Not long ago, those words might have terrified you, but now, with the emotions you'd finally both let yourselves express, they thrilled you.

"You gonna take me to brunch, Barnes?" you teased, nipping at his skin as you rolled your hips up into his, your words coming out in gasps between the mewls of pleasure he was drawing from you. "We goin' to the farmer's market? Fuck--- Spend weekends at bed-n-breakfasts in Vermont?"

Bucky growled as he ground his hips down into yours, the length of his erection pressing down against your clothed clit and making you moan. "Sweetheart, I'll do anything you want. You wanna ride around the city on one of those tandem bicycles?" A dragging of his hips that had you arching your back. "I'm here for it. You wanna share a bowl of spaghetti like those dogs in that movie? I'm your man."

"Baby, I would never make you get on a tandem bike," you gasped, faux scandalized at the suggestion. "A swan paddle boat, maybe, but never a tandem bike. I respect you too much for that."

Bucky laughed as he buried into the crook of your neck. "I'd do it for you, anyway."

"That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," you told him with a smile.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, licking a stripe along the side of your neck that had you shivering, "We gotta fix that. I'm gonna romance the absolute shit out of you." He moved his mouth, placing kisses down your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. You bit your lip as his hands reached the waistband of your pants, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he slowly, so agonizingly slowly, began unbuttoning them.

"Ms. (Y/L/N), Sgt. Barnes," FRIDAY's voice echoed across the room. Bucky groaned and dropped his head on your pelvis at the interruption. "Mr. Stark requests your immediate return to the common room."

It was your turn to groan now as you threw your head back onto the pillow. "How much trouble do you think we'll be in if we just ignore it?" you asked him, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled as he leaned over to pick up your discarded shirts from the floor. "We don't go, he's libel to come barging in, and I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on Stark getting a load of my bare ass as I'm plowing balls-deep into his favorite little protégé," he said, winking at you as he pulled his Henley back over his head.

"Ew," you laughed, "everyone knows Parker's Tony's favorite little protégé these days. Thank you for that mental image."

Bucky shot you a sardonic look. "Arms, smartass," he said, indicating for you to lift your arms above your head so he could put your shirt back on you. "You got some mouth on you. I ever tell you how much I love it?"

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Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, angry Sam, Mary bashing

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

“Sammy, I can’t just go to her hotel and ask her to forgive me or take me back,” Dean mutters under his breath. Sam talked him into confronting Mary and to talk to you before you got the chance to fly back home.

“Dean, this is your only chance. We will talk to mother and ask her if she has anything to do with the missing note. After we clarified that our mother is the worst,” Sam snorts at Dean’s pained expression. “What? We both know our parents are the perfect example of a failed marriage and selfishness.”

“Do you honestly believe Mother had something to do with the missing note?” Dean asks. He still doesn’t want to believe his mother would do such a thing.

“Yes, I believe she is behind all of this. Mother invited Lisa, and she distracted you. Hell, she even refused to acknowledge Y/N’s presence.” Sam throws his hands up. “Wake up. Our mother is a manipulative mastermind.”

“I’m going to ask you this only once, Mother,” Sam stalks toward his mother. He straightens his back and tries to look even more intimating as he dwarfs his mother. “Did you steal the note Y/N left that night eight years ago? Yes or no.”

“Samuel, where is this coming from out of a sudden? How dare you come here to attack your own flesh and blood like that,” Mary sniffles. “I can’t believe my son talks like that to me.”

“I guess this means yes, Dean.”

“Mother, what did the note say?” Dean pleadingly looks at his mother. “I know you wanted me to get back together with Lisa, but please, I need to know if you took the note Y/N left.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she snaps at her son. “If you’d excuse me now. I got better things to do than letting my sons walk all over me.”

“Stop!” Sam blocks his mother’s path when she tries to leave the room. “You will answer Dean’s question. I know you don’t care that you ruined his relationship with Y/N and that he lost the woman he loved that night. But I will not let you ruin the one chance he got with Y/N.”

“Samuel,” she sniffs and wipes a fake tear off her cheek. “I didn’t take a note. I saw the ring, that’s all.”

“So, you admit that you entered their room that night,” Sam takes a step toward his mother and another. “Answer my question. Did you enter their room and take the note.” He gets louder with every word. “YES OR NO MOTHER!”

“YES!” She sneers. “I never liked that woman. She was no good for your brother. I invited Lisa to make him see what he was missing out. I took the note and left the ring. It was for the best.”

“What did she write?” Dean asks again. “I need to know.”

“I don’t remember,” she shrugs. “I burned the note, and that’s the end of the story. You should thank me.”

“You are dead to me,” Dean shakes his head when Mary tries to touch his arm. “You ruined the best thing ever happening to me. I can’t believe I was too blind to see that you’re a manipulative bitch.”

Dean turns on his heels and storms out of the house. He gets into his car to drive toward your hotel, forgetting about his brother and his hurt pride. He’ll try to get you back. No matter what.”

“Now that Dean is gone,” Sam’s voice is dangerously low as he leans closer. “You will tell me what she wrote. If not, I’ll make sure John will hear about your dirty little secret.” He smirks darkly when his mother whimpers. “The pool boy…”

Dean didn’t make it in time. When he arrived at your hotel, you already checked out. He drove as fast as possible, pushing his beloved car to its limit, but it was no use.

The airplane was in the air, and you were gone. Once again, he came too late…

“Mommy!” Your son runs toward you, giggling and laughing when you pick him up and twirl him around. “How was your flight? Did you get me something cool?”

“I got you something cool,” you whisper and peck his hair. “Look inside my back, baby. You’ll love it. Uncle Bobby got it for you.”

“Cool,” your son opens your bag to find another classic car model. It’s a 1967er Impala. A split-image of Dean’s car. The one your son wanted since he found an old picture of Dean and his car. “I love it, mommy.”

“I know baby,” you run your hand over his hair. You sigh but shake the sadness off. Seeing Dean after so many years hurt you more than you thought possible. “Let’s have dinner before we look for the perfect spot for the car.”

Your son was fast asleep while sleeping soundly on the couch. After dinner, and a long conversation with your son about cars, and the airplane he drew, you fell asleep on the couch.

The last days drained all the energy out of you, and you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Dean had the guts to blame you for leaving. He even lied about the note you left.

Dean wrings his hands. He debates whether to use the number he got from Charlie or not. What if you don’t take his call? What if you don’t believe his mother stole the note you left?

He takes a deep breath and dials your number, waiting for you to pick up the phone.

Dean closes his eyes, holding his breath when you take the call.

"Hello, this is Ms. Y/L/N phone you are speaking to. I'm Michael Joseph Y/L/N, how can I help you?" Dean gasps at the other end of the line, whilst he tries to find his voice. He didn’t expect a child to answer his call.

"Hi, I'm Dean Winchester and I wanted to talk to your aunt Y/N Y/L/N..."

"That’s my mother, Sir. My aunt lives in France. I'm afraid my mother fell asleep on the couch. I'm asking you to call again in the morning."

"You're Y/N's son, huh?" Nosy Dean tries to get more information. "How old are you buddy? When is your birthday?"

"Why do you want to know?” your son asks. “Mom said not to tell strangers more about me. I don’t know you, so you are a stranger.”

“Uh-I’m an old friend of your mom. I’d like to give you something for your birthday,” Dean feels bad for lying to a child, but he can’t stop now.

“I'm seven, Sir. But I'll turn eight soon...well in a few months." Your son politely answers while Dean tries to remember how to do mathematics. His heart races and his jaw goes slack realizing he's got a child...with you. "Shall I tell my mom you called?"

"No, it's okay, buddy. I'll call her later..." Dean hastily says. The last thing he wants is for you to know that he knows about your sweet little secret.

Half an hour later Dean stands in front of Sam’s door, he harshly knocks and calls his brother’s name.

"SAM, Sammy, we got to fly to London, today,” he calls for his brother. “SAMMY! OPEN THE DOOR!

Sam opens the door. He yawns and rubs his tired eyes. “Dude, it's 2 am. Why are you at my apartment?" Sam grumbles. “Can’t this wait?”

"Sammy…I got a son,” Dean splutters and wildly gestures toward his car. “Y/N got my kid and I need to get to London...now..."

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ninigummysmile · 1 year

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 - 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚

Summary: You and your girlfriend are having a very intimate moment when you are interrupted

Dom!Jennie x Lisa x Sub!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 853

With your eyes closed, you feel Jennie push the strap on into your pussy. Her breasts pressed against yours and you wrap your legs around your girlfriend's waist.

“Look at me” she whispers in your ear. When you open your eyes, you can see her pupils dilated with lust.

She further increases the speed making you lose your breath with each thrust. "I want to see you make a mess on that dick”

You're so lost in pleasure that you don't hear the front door open and your girlfriend's flatmate walk in.

If you knew someone else was home, even in a far away room, you would moan softly and try your best to control your volume. But since the two of you haven't heard anything, you continue to make noise without worrying about anything else.

When Jennie hears footsteps through the door she stops for a moment. You look at her confused and understand why she stopped when you hear someone knocking on the door.

“Jennie? Are you there?"

“Yes” she replies. She looks into your eyes and looks for any discomfort, not finding any, she goes back to saying “you can come in”.

You try to hide your face in your girlfriend's neck, but she pulls away and gets on her knees, the plastic cock still inside you.

As embarrassed as you are to be exposed like this, you feel a flame ignite inside you imagining someone else watching you and your girlfriend fucking.

Lisa stops in the doorway with her hand on the doorknob and stares at the two of you. "Are you sure I'm not in the way?"

“No, you can come in” she resumes moving her waist slowly.

Lisa doesn't take her eyes off you, your body. She sits on the edge of the bed and holds back the urge to place one of her hands on your breast.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Jennie says smiling seeing that you don't take your eyes off Lisa and she knows exactly what's going on in your head: that you want to turn Lisa on just by watching the two of you. She always tells you how attractive you are and now is your chance to show it to someone other than her.

“If you want me to go to the market to make dinner or if we are going to order somewhere”

“I think we better order. Where do you want to order, Y/n?” your girlfriend asks as if she is having a normal conversation at a table while she has lunch.

"Chinese food?" you suggest as you feel your pussy contract more and more on the fake cock.

“She can still respond, Lisa. I'm going to have to fuck her more until she can't even remember her own name, what do you think?”

“I think she would love for you to do that” she replies, brushing away some hair that has stuck to your forehead. The way they talk about you like you're not even there just makes you reach the first symptoms of orgasm faster. Your legs begin to shake and your moans become more frequent.

“Do you like Lisa watching you, pretty thing? Are you going to cum just because someone else is watching? What a whore you are”

“I didn't know my best friend's girlfriend was so naughty. Show me how you cum when Jennie fucks you"

Jennie takes one of her hands from your waist and circles your clit with quick movements making you cry and grab your own breasts.

"Just let go. Cum Y/n, cum hard on that fake dick. Show your girlfriend how well she fucks you” Lisa whispers in your ear and you feel the first waves of pleasure wash over you and your body tenses before completely relaxing.

You scream Jennie's name who helps you through your orgasm without stopping her movements once. Just as you're about to complain about being too sensitive, you open your eyes to see your girlfriend cumming just by watching you reach your climax. It's not the first time she's come off just watching you and Lisa almost does the same.

You hear her moan in your ear "God, you look like a goddess when you cum"

You smile at her and hear your girlfriend laughing “Did you like it? Y/n doesn't mind if you want to watch it again, maybe you might even join in” she raises her eyebrow knowing this is one of the fantasies you want to try the most.

“You don't mind, Y/n?”

When you don't respond and just nod your girlfriend laughs again "I think I managed to make her not remember anything"

“Well, I guess there's no way to refuse such an invitation, right Y/n?” Lisa asks stroking your arm. You nod again and sigh, already imagining the next time you'll be able to check one more thing off your list. Sex with someone watching: check. Sex with two people at the same time: coming soon, check.

You couldn't be more grateful to your girlfriend who makes these fantasies come true.

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Better Than Him

Can you really blame Kaeya for indulging in the pleasure you give him when his husband fails to do so himself?

Bottom!FtM Kaeya x Top!Masc Reader

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con to Con, Drunk Sex, Fingering, Squirting, Victim Blaming, Cheating, Dacryphilia, Slapping, Spanking, Hair Pulling

📝 W.C 1,241

Kaeya has a husband. Someone he loves dearly, someone he's promised his life to, someone who he wakes up to every morning.

Except this morning, he's waking up to you. You're not his husband, you're his coworker. Kaeya knows he should feel guilty but all he can think about is how good it felt that night, how warm your hands felt around his body, how roughly you treated him, and how his scalp still aches from how hard you were pulling his hair.

It started with an announcement with your, acting, boss.

"You two are going overseas." Jean says. "To Inazuma, your task is to get the Tri-Commissions under the Shogunate to become friends to the Knights of Favonius."

"I understand [Name] going, but why me?" Kaeya asks. "Not that I'm complaining. I've always wanted to visit Inazuma."

You had been sent to meet with Ningguang a few months ago, just to discuss business, and ended up with her company supporting yours. You'd become friends with her and her workers along with a lot of others from Liyue. So it makes sense for you to try and establish relationships in Inazuma as well.

"Lisa picked you, I don't remember the reason." Jean replies.

Kaeya shrugs. "Okay, when are we leaving?"

"This Friday."

Kaeya had left Mondstadt secure in his love for his husband, he had no idea that would change.

Everything was normal up until the second to last night, when you had dinner with him.

"Inazuma alcohol is so different from Mondstadt alcohol.." Kaeya murmurs, feeling himself get drunk faster than normal.

"Do you want my water?" You ask.

"Will you help me to my room?"

"Yeah, of course." You nod.

"Then no." He giggles. "I'm gonna get hammered tonight."

You laugh and shake your head. "You'll hate yourself for this in the morning."

Kaeya's head rests on the table, drunken murmurs leaving his lips. You manage to get him to drink a little bit more water before you help him up.

You try to help him walk by making him lean on you, but he just makes it more difficult for you to walk. You sigh and pick him up bridal style.

Kaeya blushes. "You're strong~" He purrs.

You don't respond. You're glad Kaeya gave you his keycard earlier or else you would've had to have gone the much more difficult route of searching his pockets.

You enter the room, door closing behind you on its own, and place him onto his hotel bed.

Kaeya tugs on your shirt and stops you from leaving. "Wait.."

You gulp. "What?"

"Don't leave me." He frowns. "I can't sleep in these." He says, making a sloppy attempt and mostly failing to unbutton his shirt.

You sigh and help him out of his shirt, then his pants. Your eyes linger on his nearly naked body, just a pair of soft blue panties stopping you from seeing him in his full glory, and start to disregard everything that held you back from fucking him.

"Thank youu~" He smiles, going underneath the covers.

"You're a tease." You pull the covers away. "A real fucking tease." You pull your shirt over your head.

Kaeya's eyes widen. "Wh- wha..?"

"Don't act clueless." You discard your pants and then your boxers. "You put your body out on display for me and you expect me to not want to take you?"

Kaeya stays frozen as you loom over him and take his underwear off.

"Send my apologies to your husband, I'm about to ruin you for him." You rub his clit.

Kaeya moans, squirming around and trying to run from the pleasure. "Don't- please- ah~" He leans his head back. "Oh~ stop~"

"Yeah, moan for me, baby. Show Daddy how good you feel." You stuff two digits inside his cunt, your palm brushing against his clit.

"No~ no~ not there~!" Kaeya gasps when you hit his g-spot, hips involuntarily bucking up for more. "Please~!"

His pleas mean nothing when he's moaning like this. He keeps begging for you to stop up until he squirts, crying out in pleasure as he has the strongest orgasm he's ever had since college.

"Look at yourself, squirting just from my hand and yet you're still telling me to stop."

Kaeya's legs and lips tremble, tears falling down his cheeks. "No more, please, I won't- I won't tell—"

"You're so pretty when you cry and beg like that for me." You spit on his cunt, slapping it and making him jolt in shock. Kaeya's crying turns into sobs, not for your pleasure of course. He never thought you would be like this.

"Just like that, baby, such a good boy." You groan and slide into him, grinning at how he feels. "You're tight. Does he even fuck you anymore? Or at all?"

Kaeya doesn't respond, but you both know you're right. His husband never has time for intimacy anymore. Kaeya masturbates every now and then but none of those "self care sessions" prepared him for the huge stretch of your cock. He twitches around you, his brain almost short circuiting just from being filled so well. His husband doesn't compare to you at all.

"If it were me, I'd make sure you felt good every day." You slowly thrust into him.

"Nnh- no- I love my hus- husband.."

"If you loved your husband, you wouldn't have made me strip you. You wouldn't have invited me to sleep with you, but you did."

"No! That's n—" Kaeya gets interrupted by a harsh slap.

"You've been lying all night, I don't know if I can believe anything you say anymore."

Kaeya whimpers and rubs his cheek in pain, his cunt squeezing you.

"You liked that, didn't you?" You smirk. "You little pain slut." You slap him again, a sharp moan leaving his lips. You turn him around, rubbing his plump ass.

"No- no- I don't— ah~!" He gasps as you spank him.

"You're bad at lying, Kaeya." You laugh, picking up the pace and fucking him harder.

"'M nngh- not ly- lying~!"

He enjoys this, he has to admit it, but he wants it to stop more than he enjoys it. At least in his opinion.

"You are." You spank his ass again, your other hand wrapping around his hair and pulling on it fiercely.

Kaeya continues sobbing whilst moaning in pleasure, barely able to think now. "Uh~! Uh~!"

"There you go, that's a good little whore." You spank him again, his walls convulsing around your length as he comes a second time.

Kaeya's eyes roll back as you keep fucking him until he's brainless. "Ooh~! Yes~!"

You smirk, he's broken now. "You're mine now, got it?"

"Yes- yes~! 'M yo- yours Da- Daddy~!" He moans. "'M your cocksleeve~!" He adds, indulging in one of his fantasies.

You groan in pleasure. "That's right, you're my pretty little cocksleeve." You reward him with a spank. "Take your ring off."

Kaeya looks at his fingers hazily, looking for his ring. He briefly wonders why it's there, not remembering that he's married, before pulling it off and tossing it elsewhere.

"Gonna come-" You let go of his hair and dig your nails into his sides as you chase your orgasm. Kaeya manages to moan even louder, coming seconds before you do. His upper half collapses onto the bed as you fill him with your warm, thick cum.

You pull him up by his hair. "You thought we were done?"

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romancefranaticstay · 2 months

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·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ ꧁✴ 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉? ✴ ꧂ ♫♪♩·.¸¸.· PART 2

Part 1: here

••¤(`×[¤ 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞: angsty, fluff, smut ¤]×´)¤••

••.•´¯•.•• WARNING: SMUT ••.•´¯•.••

╰┈➤ ❝ [A⋆b⋆o⋆u⋆t] ❞:

You are secretly in love with a popular boy at your school. His name is Lee Know. He is your crush for about 2 years. This year you wanted to make a move, every fairytale has a happy ending, will yours to?

••¤(`×[¤ A/N ¤]×´)¤•• <I made this v▪e▪r▪y angsty>

!!!THIS IS A FANFICTION!!!

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You were still in the bathroom. You locked yourself up again in the stall. You were sitting there looking at the letter which was ripped apart. All that work, all that love you put in it. Ripped apart infront of you. Tears rolling from your cheek.

'Y/N?'

you heard from a distance someone calling your name.

'Y/N!'

You heard the door from the restroom open.

'Y/N? Are you in there?'

no answer.

'Y/N, is everything okay?' it was Amaray's voice.

You slide the letter and popsicle under the door.

'Oww, Y/N.' she says silently.

'Y/N, did he hurt your feelings?'

You open the door. Amaray saw your red eyes and all the tears that rolled down your cheek.

'Y/N. Come here.' she opened her arms and you hugged her.

'I d-don't understand.'

'Shhh, you want to talk about it?'

you just hugged her tighly.

'What happend here?' Lisa stormed in.

'Oh no, Y/N. Did that bastard hurt you?'

you nod.

Lisa ran and hugged you also.

'We were looking for you.'

'T-thanks.' you smile softly.

'I know its the wrong timing but math is going to start... But we always can skip school.'

'No-o you guys, you should go.'

'We aren't leaving you alone. We aren't going to use math anyway.'

'Lets just some slush, and let you calm down, okay?'

you nod.

'Wait.' Lisa took a tissue and wiped your tears away.

'I hate to see you like this, but we will try to make you smile.'

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You three were walking around with your slush.

They asked you what happend and you told them everything. It helped you a bit to let the steam go.

'I am not going to school tommorow.'

'Will that help?'

'I-i, i don't know.'

'Look just do what you think will help you.'

'Yeah, we will come over and if you need something give use a call.'

'Thank you , you guys.'

'As long as your happy, Y/N.'

'But just to ask, can we tell the others?'

'The others?'

'Yeah you know, Han and I.N.'

'I.N, but not Han, please.'

'Okay, we promise we won't tell Han.'

'I am going home.'

'We will bring you there.'

'Yeah, like girlie, everyone would want to kidnap you!'

you giggle a bit.

'Omg you just saw that Amaray?!'

'I did.' she smirked.

'You giggled! Aww, there is that smile of yours.'

They pinched your cheek.

'Stop-ahhh, stop it.'

'Stob it.'

you all laughed.

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'Thank you guys. Bye you two.'

'If you need something call use immediatly!'

'Yeah, and if you need someone to get destroyed, call use.'

'I will surely do.'

They both left.

You told your parents you weren't feeling well. They believed you because you were looking pale and your eyes were very red.

Ofcourse they didn't know it was because of all the crying...

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You were sleeping the hole day long. Sometime's your mom brought you soup or some fresh water. You looked at your phone and some messages from your friends showed up.

You did deserve better, but you wanted to deserve Lee Know. You don't know why you still thought about him. You don't know...

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You were feeling a little bit better, a tiny tiny bit bitter. You had tissue's everywhere from all the 'sickness'. Ofcourse you cried everytime you could.

You started to mentally prepare yourself for school, how to act. Because everybody knew about it. Lee Know was popular, so every situations were he has a role, has been spread.

You had some plans in mind.

Focusing on styding and ignoring them.

Hiding in the bathroom during break.

Ignoring everyone and become a loner.

Changing schools.

This seems a bit dramatic ofcourse, but they don't understand how it felt that day.

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You got a bit active. Your parents went off to work, so you decided to wander around a park.

The park was kinda old, so nobody really went there. You never understood why, it was so beautifull.

The pink trees, with their beautifull flowers. The prettiest things never get regonized. Its so weird to think about it.

You decided to sit under a tree. You had your book with you.

Suddenly you heard some movements. You ignored the footsteps.

You heard many notifications from your phone.

<Gurll-, drama at school>

What did it matter he broke with his girlfriend? He would problaby hook up with another chick.

You were bothered by these messages, so you turned your phone off.

You saw a person from a distance. You couldn't regonize the person.

You decided to leave, you took your stuff with you. You started to walk around the lake. You turned your face around to look behind you.

You got a mini-heartattack for a second. That person was walking behind you. Close enough to be scared, far enough to wonder.

You started to walk faster.

The person behind you started to walk faster to.

You had enough from it, so you started to run. You ran towards the big flower field. You looked around and saw that the person was running towards you. You were wearing a dress, so it was very hard to run in it.

What should i do?

What if its a murderer?

You felt a pair of hands on your waist. You tried to ran, but the person was very strong.

Suddenly you both fell into the flowers and the person turned you around.

It was .... Lee Know

'What the hell are you doing?'

He took one of your hands and start kissing it.

'Let go off me!' you slapped him across the face.

'I wanted to see you.'

'Why?'

'Because you didn't came to school.'

'How you know i was there?'

'No questions.'

'No questions?! How you know i was there.'

'Because i always knew.'

'How?'

'Because i always saw you there.'

'Let me go, i don't want to see you.'

'I broke up, for you.'

'You think that will make everything alright?!'

'I just, i just thought, that..'

'You thought wrong. Thats what it is.'

'You don't even love me don't you.'

'Who said that.'

'Nobody, i just know.'

'You know Lee Know, better than i know?'

'Exactly.'

'I can show you how much i love love.'

'W-what.'

'You don't want to?'

'I-i mean... not that i say no... but like..'

he cutted you of by kissing you full with passion.

You putted your arms around his neck to deepener the kiss.

You two kissed untill you were out of breath. He rested his forehead against yours. The way he stared straight into your eyes, made you a bit dizzy.

He softly touched your cheek which was burning.

You undid the buttons of his shirt.

Dam, he has some abs. you thought

He zipped your dress open, and he unclipped your bra. You started to undo his belt and pull his pants off.

Everything went quite fast because you two were hella horny.

He kissed your collarbone and your naked shoulder.

His hand went into your panties and started to rub your wet clit.

You tried to hold in your moans.

'Let me hear your music, kitten.'

He started to rub faster, so you couldn't hold any longer. You started to moan loudly.

'Oh -my, fu- knowie.'

You started to go also in his pants. You took his lenght and start rubbing him up and down.

He groaned loudly.

'You like that don't you.' you smirked.

'Fuck y/n.' he moaned.

Suddenly he pinned you down the flowers.

Your panties were alreaddy down and your entrance was alreaddy wet.

He placed himself against your entrance and snapped into you.

You letted out a moan, your hands still interwined together. His eyes never looking away.

His pace got faster and faster. It felt like your heart could stop any moment, because of this heat your feeling.

You throw your head back in the flowers.

'I-, cum.'

He smirked at you. Your hands wandering in his hair. His pace stopped for a second.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you wildly. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. Your tongues interwining with eachother.

He picked up his pace again.

This is going to be the end of you.

You couldn't hold it any longer.

'I n-nee-d to cum.'

you both came on the same moment. His forehead rested on yours. His arms holding you tight into the flowers.

'I love you so much, kitten.'

'As much as all these flowers?'

'More, baby. Much more.'

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