#he's me everytime slow hands comes on shuffle

[sunkissedlouis]

niall busting out some dance moves during slow hands 🕺🏻 | the show live on tour in belfast n2 02.21.24

#niall #niall horan #*gifs #*mine #njhcreators #apureniallsource #dailyniallnews #trackinghome #1dsource #tracksintheam #niallhoranedit #nhedit #nhoranedit #go niall go! #he's me everytime slow hands comes on shuffle #crushie

[mellowsaturns]

you’re my purpose

JOEL MILLER X READER

summary: you and joel get into a fight after he refuses to let you come with him to find his brother

warnings: angst with a happy ending, fluff, protective!joel, argument, hurt/comfort, allusion to an age gap, slight mentions of grief and loss, bad communication skills, confessions 

wc: 1.2k

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Like many days before, you’re making your way over to Joel’s unprompted.

He gets grumpy when you do that because you live on the other side of the QZ and he doesn’t like you making the journey over.

But like always, you don’t listen to him.

It’s not your fault he gave you a spare key or the fact that his place is significantly better than yours.

When you enter, you do the secret whistle to let him know it was you before locking the door from behind.

Silence greets you—then the noise of rushed shuffling. “Joel?” you say softly, and seconds later he comes out of the bedroom and stuffs a shirt into his bag that’s laying on the kitchen table.

“Are you going somewhere?” you ask in confusion.

He looks up at you with guilty eyes then clears his throat. “I’m leaving.”

You start to panic just slightly. “What do you mean you're leaving?”

“I need to go find Tommy.”

You sigh. “I’m sure he’s fine, Joel. You know how he is.”

He looks down and lets out a breath. “No… It’s… Something’s wrong. It’s been a week and no signal.”

You see the nervous look in his eyes and your heart aches for him. But leaving the QZ? That was a suicide mission—and if you remember correctly, Tommy was heading to fucking Wyoming. That was days from here.

If he wanted to put himself in danger then so be it, but you would be right behind him. You would go wherever he would. “Let me come with you, then.”

Looking away, he crosses his arms as if he already expected you to say that. “You know you can’t,” he remarks.

“Joel,” you say his name slowly. “I want to come with you.”

“No,” he gruffs, “You can’t come with me. That’s final.”

“Why? You know I’m perfectly capable of—” you start to argue, but he’s not even listening to you, now opting to dig through his bag instead.

You huff and stalk towards him, yanking the bag out of his hand and throwing it to the other side of the table. “You’re not even listening to me.”

His jaw ticks. “You’re not fucking going. I’m not going to say it again.”

“I don’t understand you. I know how to fucking defend myself so I don’t see why—”

“Because you’re going to slow me down. Don’t you see? You’re just going to be extra baggage!” he shouts.

The words come out of his mouth and into the world, unable to be taken back.

You shut your lips and your tongue goes dry.

Baggage. You were baggage to Joel. You had always thought you were a companion of sorts, a friend, a partner, perhaps even something more (not that Joel would ever admit it). But you were just extra baggage. A burden.

Has he always seen you this way? Suddenly, the walls were closing in on you.  

Rubbing at his mouth, he sighs. “That’s not wh—”

You raise your hand to stop him. “No, I understand. You don’t need to explain anymore,” you say with a shaky breath.

Turning around, you blink a few tears away. However, before you could walk away he grabs your wrist and spins you back around.

He says your name with that low honeyed voice of his. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You’re not a burden.”

You know Joel was never the best at verbally expressing his feelings—acts of service were more his forte, but you can’t keep doing this anymore.

It’s your turn to get angry now. “Then what do you mean? I’m not a psychic, I can't try and read your damn mind everytime!”

His jaw is tense—he’s nervous, you conclude. You give him a minute but silence still surrounds the two of you. “Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” you ask, voice defeated. “God—” you pause, wiping away a stray tear, “Was I suppose to come here one day and find out then? How can you expect me to live without knowing what happened to you or when you were going to return?”

Letting out a small sniffle, you choke out, “Do I mean that little to you?”

“You know that’s not true,” he says, short and direct.

“Then why won’t you let me come with you?” you grit out.

“Because if you get hurt, I will never forgive myself!” He brings your hands together and holds them with shaky hands, a rare moment of vulnerability. “I can’t… I can’t go through that again. I can’t lose you too,” he confesses, voice trembling.

When you look into his eyes, he’s looking at you as if you meant the entire world to him. But doesn’t he see that in your eyes too?

“But… but what if I lose you?” you whisper. “Have you ever thought about that?”

“It’s different,” he replies. “It’s not the same.”

“What do you mean it’s not the same. If I lost yo—”

“You have a whole life ahead of you. If something happened to me, you can still bounce back from it. But if… if I lost you—” he chokes out, “I don’t think… I wouldn’t have a purpose anymore.”

There.

Joel was always a stoic man. He never let his emotions dictate his actions and most importantly, he never let his emotions show because that was weakness. But this, his confession to you, his greatest worry is finally out.

He laid his heart out on the floor—and it was yours.

It’s a wonder Joel even has the ability to feel anymore. But he does—and you’re the reason for it. You’re consuming his heart. You who just showed up and kept appearing again and again, bringing a little normalcy and humanity back into his life. Asking him about his days, making him feel like a human again. He spent years bordering up his heart and shutting people out, but it turns out, there was a spot he missed—one where you managed to creep in and lit a hearth and made home.

So he couldn’t help but feel overprotective of you, because you’re one of the only few things left that’s worth something to him.

“Don’t you see? I can’t lose you.”

You let out a whimper, knowing too well what he was implying. “Joel,” you say, bringing your hand to cup his face. “Please don’t say that,” you plead. “Nothing’s going to happen to you and nothing’s going to happen to me, okay?”

It doesn’t matter if he never says those three little words to you because he just did, in his own way.

You pull him into your arms and he leans against you. “I understand you’re trying to protect me, but I wish you would’ve at least talked to me about it.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he mutters against you. “I was scared and just wanted you to be safe.”

You hum, rubbing circles against his back. “I know. But you do know your aim is shit, right? You should be more concern about that.”

He chuckles at that and you feel the vibrations of his chest against your own, bringing a small smile to your face too.

“And you do know that I’m not going to listen to you, right? I’m coming.”

“I know,” he says.

You pull away and gently stroke his cheek before pressing a small chaste kiss where your thumb was just seconds ago.

“Wherever you go, I go.”

Because there would be no one else. Joel was your only reason you kept on fighting too.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller angst #pedro pascal x reader

[stvrniolotrp]

matt sturniolo x fem!reader oneshot:

requested:nope

summary:matt and reader have been in a very healthy relationship,but what happens when that turns around?do they talk it out?

warnings:angst,fluff,kissing(dont get sensitive on me aint nothing to get mad abt)

inspired by: the song “mine” by taylor swift!

mine

y/ns pov:

my relationship with my boyfriend matt was perfect for a while,he is the best boyfriend i have a ever had. before matt tho i had a boyfriend named hunter,he made me scared of love. not bothering to try with matt since love never lasts in my eyes

but matt opened my eyes,he showed me that love isnt always just fighting.

lately tho,our relationship started becoming rocky,i knew we were gonna face hard times. but everytime we talked or hung out,it ended with a fight,or me being upset.

sometimes i can be dramatic,but i really remember the start of our relationship and when we were still crushing on eachother.

flashback:

i was sitting on the ledge of the doc by myself just admiring my surroundings and the chilly breeze when my friend matt came out of their house,he slowly made his way up to me and sat next to me,our shoulders touching.

“hey are u okay?why are u out here in the cold?”

“im fine just wanted some fresh air”

i quickly smiled at him feeling my cheeks start blushing

“arent u cold?come here”

he said as he put him arm around me for the first time

end of flashback :

does he even remember that? i thought to all the best memories of our relationship. a few moments later my phone dinged indicating a message

my love💕:do u wanna come over?i really wanna see you

i was confused nonetheless,we still havent made up since our argument earlier that day.but i agreed.

y/n❤️:ill be there in 10 read 1:45 AM

maybe he wanted to make up?i told myself while grabbing my keys and heading out to the front door hopping in my car.

i shuffled my playlist and you are in love by taylor swift came on

once i arrived i knocked on the door and heard faint footsteps come to open the door

“oh hey y/n”

chris said while taking me in a slow embrace and leading me inside,i gave him a smile while i walked to matts room

i hesitated to walk in,instead i decided to knock.

matt opened the door looking at me with a bland look on his face not sparing me a small smile.

“come in”

he lead me into the bedroom and i slowly sat on the edge of the bed while he sat against the headboard

“so why did u wanna see me?”

“i wanted to talk to u”

“okay whats up?”

“look i know we got in an argument earlier but i want u to hear how stupid this all sounds to me”

“oh wow so the situation is stupid?”

i said chuckling sarcastically

“y/n just hear me out”

“i think this is stupid because me liking girls posts isnt a big fucking deal,it really isnt.im really sorry for saying this but ur being fucking dramatic”

he said slightly raising his voice

tears started welling up in my eyes due to his tone,matt never yelled at me like this before.

“matt it isnt a big deal okay,but when ur fans start noticing u liking bikini pictures of instagram models and questioning our relationship status i really dont think im being dramatic”

i said raising my voice almost yelling at this point

“at the start of this whole relationship u said u werent gonna fucking believe anything online or take anything fans say to heart y/n”

he said now fully yelling at me

i stood up as tears started streaming down my face

“WHAT DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER MATT?U DONT REMEMBER SHIT IN THIS RELATIONSHIP ITS LIKE UR A WHOLE NEW PERSON MATT”

i said while started to fully sob

i really thought we were gonna fix this,but everything was slipping right out of our hands at this point.

matt didnt say anything he just stared at me with a almost sad look on his face?

i looked over to the clock on his night stand 2:30 am

i ran out of his room,then opened the front door running though it.

i started walking towards my car untill i heard the front foor open and feeling matts presence slowly make its way up to me

“what do u want?”

i said bracing myself for him to call off this relationship

“y/n u said i dont remember anything in this relationship?”

“yes matt if u want to j-“

he cut me off and started talking instead

“well i remember we were sitting right there by the water,i put my arm around u for the first time that night”

“look im-“

“y/n everytime i look at u its like im falling inlove for the first time”

“stop matt ur making me cry even more”

i said slightly giggling

“ill never leave u alone”

“you are the best thing thats ever been mine”

i started full on smiling and stepped forward to give him a hug,he buried his head in my neck and started speaking

“i recognize my mistake and im sorry,im sorry for calling u dramatic u arent. i’ll unfollow any girl u want me to babe i love u”

“i love u more”

i said as i broke our embrace and gave him a soft yet passionate kiss on his lips.

he is the best thing thats ever been mine.

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authors notes: im sorry for going on a month long break and not writing anything literally dont ask idk how that happened

as always send requests pleaseeeeeee and tell me ur thoughts!

love u

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader

[atlasscrumpit]

"you belong here" was amazing!

but what if reader was so broken from her past that they assiociated every touch with pain coming after it,she flinches,scurries away everytime marc tries to get closer, she jumps at the slightest noises, always hiding in the fartgest corner of the room while marc/steven/jake tries to coax her out of of like a scared kitten, what if she always sleeps in a tight fetal position, with her arms hiding her chest, and she paincs if marc tried to untangle them to cuddle 😩😩😩💔💔💔

oh she is going to give them the hardest time

You belong here - Part 2

Warnings: Yandere, implied kidnapping

It had been a week since Marc had taken you, you were still to meet Jake and Steven.

Marc said he wanted to ease you into everything. You were having a rather bad night, you were fast asleep on your bed curled up.

But you were softly sobbing in your sleep.

Marc was about to go to bed and decided to check on you first.

He opened the door to see all of your sheets on the floor.

“Y/N?” He whispered stepping in to see you curled up in a ball and crying.

He knelt beside your bed and shook your shoulder a little as you woke up in a fright and screamed.

“It’s okay! It’s just me sweetie.” He said as you began to cry even more.

You screamed and gripped your head before you started hitting yourself.

“No, stop!” Marc said as he got up onto your bed and grabbed your wrists stopping you from hurting yourself.

“Stop! I don’t want to! Stop!” You screamed as loud as you could, Marc wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly as you screamed.

“Let me go!” You screamed as he closed his eyes trying to not let himself cry.

“It’s okay Y/N!” He shouted over your screams as you began hitting his chest, you finally broke free and made a break for the front door.

You made it to the door and tried to open it but it was bolted shut from the inside.

You bashed your hands against the door and screamed.

“Love, it’s alright.” You heard a British voice say as you sobbed and looked behind. He looked different now, his face softer.

“I know you’re scared love, but I promise you’re not going to be hurt. I won’t even come near you if you don’t want. I can just sit right here and we can talk.” He said sitting on the floor about six feet in front of you.

You had stopped screaming so that was a good sign. You sat on the floor with your back to the door.

“I’m Steven, I’ve heard a lot about you. Marc’s told me how wonderful you are.” He said as you hugged your knees to your chest, your cries starting to slow down.

“I’m Y/N.” You whispered not looking up at him.

“It’s wonderful to meet you. How about I make us some tea? We can watch a movie until you feel better.” He suggested as you nodded a little, you both stood up but you stayed in your spot.

“Can I have a hot chocolate?” You asked making him smile.

“Of course angel. If you’d like you can go sit down and pick a movie, I’ll get start on the hot chocolate okay?” He said softly as you nodded and shuffled over to the lounge.

While Steven made a tea for himself and a hot chocolate for you.

You were sat on the lounge tucked into the corner while a Disney movie played on the tv.

Steven placed your hot chocolate in front of you on the coffee table before he sat on the other side of the couch.

He knew he needed to give you space. He also decided he should keep quiet for now and let you talk whenever you wanted to.

After about forty minutes you had finished your hot chocolate and Steven looked over to see you fast asleep against the couch.

He smiled softly and turned the tv off before getting a blanket for you and covering you with it.

He grabbed a pillow from his room and slept on the floor near the couch, he knew he shouldn’t leave you alone.

—

The next morning Marc woke up in the body, he looked up to see you weren’t on the couch and quickly panicked.

“Y/N!” He shouted getting up and running around the apartment trying to find you.

He stood in the kitchen, he was close to a panic attack when he heard a small noise coming from the pantry.

He opened it to see you sitting in the bottom with your knees hugged to your chest and your head rested on a pillow beside you.

The pantry wasn’t exactly big, he didn’t know how you had fit in there.

“Why is she in there?” He muttered looking down at you.

“You remember all those times when your mother would have a bad night. You would hide anywhere you could just to feel safe. She doesn’t feel safe here yet so I suppose this was the next best thing.” Steven said making Marc sigh softly.

“I just wish she would feel safe.” Marc whispered before he knelt down and looked at your sleeping face.

“Sweetie.” He whispered placing his hand on your knee. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes looking at him.

Suddenly your eyes widened and you pushed him away scattering away like a terrified kitten.

You ran to your room and slammed your door sitting against it.

Maybe Steven would be better at coaxing you out, but Marc needed to get used to it.

And make sure you felt safe with him and not just Steven.

He knew he needed to be soft with you so he sat on the other side of the door.

“Y/N, I know you’re afraid. And that’s okay, you’re allowed to feel whatever you need to. I know it will take a while but this place is safe, it may seem scary now but I promise everything we’re doing is to keep you safe. The last thing any of us want is for you to go missing or get hurt. Even if you disobeyed us or made a mistake we wouldn’t hurt you, we would talk and understand why you did it. All of this is new to you and I understand you think that every touch you get will be a punishment because that’s how it’s always been for you. But it’s not true. We will respect you sweetheart and we would never force you to hug us or do anything you weren’t comfortable with. We can even talk about getting some things for your room, whatever you’d like so you feel like you can make this place your home.” He said in a calm tone. Everything went silent for a moment before he heard your door open.

He looked behind to see you standing above him with a red tear stained face.

He stood up and looked down at you, he wanted to wipe away your tears but he knew he needed to go slow with all of this.

You stepped forward and cautiously wrapped your arms around him. He smiled and slowly wrapped his arms around you in return.

“Can I touch your hair sweetie?” He whispered as you nodded a little. He ran his hand through your hair as you felt yourself beginning to calm down.

“I’m tired.” You whispered as you slowly pulled away.

“Why don’t I tuck you in and you have a nap? It was a big night.” He suggested as you nodded and walked back into your room.

You climbed into your bed and Marc picked up the sheets and blankets from the floor before placing them over you.

“Just come and get me if you need anything okay?” He whispered as you nodded, he was about to leave before you grabbed his hand.

“Can you kiss me goodnight?” You whispered making him smile, he knelt down and kissed your forehead softly.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

#answer #request #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #yandere #reader insert #moon knight x reader #yandere moon knight

[xtom-darling-x17]

Sing a Holly Jolly Song

20th December x Reader

Rudy Pankow x Reader

Summary - Rudy starts to sing to relax you but ends up making you hyper.

Word count - 939

You and Rudy have already decorated the living room for the festive season. You are now chilling on the sofa laying into one another.

“Bring the cover up over you if you're cold,” Rudy suggests, “I’m not,” You deny, he tuts bringing the cover over himself and you.

“Is that Better, princess?” Rudy asks, “Gosh, you're so stubborn,” he teases, “Hey,” you pout, shuffling onto his chest.

“Awe, is my baby getting mad?” Rudy laughs, kissing your forehead.

“Not funny!”

“Mm, a little funny,” Rudy disagrees with your statement.

You shook your head sinking more into his chest as you closed your eyes feeling sleepy.

“I can’t sleep!” You sigh, “Why not? Are you not comfortable enough?” You shook your head again at your boyfriend’s questions.

“I am plenty comfortable,” You mumble, “It’s just.. everytime I close my eyes..I,” you pause looking at his crystal blue eyes, “I can’t relax,”

“Mm, I know,” Rudy gives you a grin, telling you that he has an idea.

“What?”

“You lay your head back on my chest, my love,” Rudy caresses your hair as you close your eyes listening to his voice, “And I’ll relax you,”

“Mm,” You nozzle your head into his chest as you hear his voice sing a sweet melody, you didn’t expect him to sing for you. His voice is so deep, collected and on key that it makes you feel relaxed much faster and better.

“I want you to know that I'm never leaving

'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing

Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons

So come on, let's go,”

“Let's go below zero and hide from the sun

I love you forever where we'll have some fun

Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily

Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby,”

Rudy strokes your hair, rubbing his long, slender fingers through your locks as he sings.. more like pouring his love for you into the chorus.

“My snowman and me,” Rudy kisses your forehead, “My snowman and me, baby,” he continues until your eyes are fully closed, your breathing is slow and calmed.

“Love you,” Rudy whispers, kissing your head. You nozzle your head, smiling.. you move your hand to make pattern shapes on his chest, “Mm, love you too,”

“I can do that too,” Rudy grins, moving his hand to your hip to lightly trace shapes over you.

“That tickles,” You giggle, “I thought you were sleepy?” Rudy whispers, “You're supposed to be asleep..”

“Plans changed, I feel hyper!” You ruffle his blonde locks, “Your singing got me hyper,” You announced, getting up off of the sofa, nearly slipping.

“Be careful,” Rudy gasps, getting up himself, “What are you doing?” Taking your hand in his rubbing it, gently as you give him a smirk and that adorable smile he can’t resist.

“You want to dance with me,” Rudy reads your mind, you nod, “But not only that.. you want me and you to sing together,”

“Bingo,” You pull Rudy up, moving the rug so that you do not slip.

“Is it a different song or is it the same song?” Rudy asks, twirling you around pressing a kiss to your lips.

“The same,” You mutter, “Got it, Alexa play Snowman by Sia,” Rudy asks, “pls,”

The music starts, “May I have this dance my lady,” Rudy politely bows to you, “Yes you may, Kind Sir,” You giggle at the posh gesture.

Rudy could sure make a god damn cute Alaskan Prince, you thought.

Rudy kisses your hand that you placed into his hand, you dance elegantly as if you were in a ballroom with him to the song.

Rudy and you sing the chorus as he twirls you around, if anyone looked into your living room they would think.. What two goofballs lol..

The song ends just as Rudy twirls you around one last time and bends you down as he kisses you full of passion.

“My beautiful Snow baby,” Rudy gushes, you come back up into his arms, his hands on your hips as you sway to a different song.

“Oh stop,” You giggle, “You're handsome,” You blush at his compliment not wanting to admit it. Rudy knows exactly how to get you flustered, rubbing his nose against your cheek.

“You know you love it,” Rudy whispers, you feel his breath down his neck, giving you butterflies down to your tummy, “Yep,” You confirmed, “And you.. love it too,”

“That I do, Princess, wouldn’t change it for the world,” You cup Rudy’s cheeks and kiss right on his lips without any mercy. Rudy slips his tongue into yours, forgetting about the dancing as the song plays on.

“I’m tired now!” You jumped on the sofa.

“Oh, now you're tired,” Rudy chuckles, “You gotta move princess,” You shook your head, turning around to sink into the sofa more.

“There isn’t any room for you,” You turn your head around and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Wrong choice.. princess,” Rudy lifts you up, “Rudy!” You gasp, laughing.

“Mm, this is much better!”

“I agree, I just wanted to be difficult,” You grin.

“I know, it’s ok,” Rudy wraps his strong, toned arms around you, bringing the cover over you both to keep you warm.

“Mm,” You hummed, closing your eyes and snuggling into your chest more.

Rudy starts to relax you by tracing different shapes into your skin and whispering sweet nothings to you in your ear.

You actually both fall asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms, the last thing you felt before falling asleep was Rudy kissing your forehead.

#rudy pankow fanfiction #rudy pankow fluff #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow #outer banks cast #outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank #christmas prompts

[painfulrant]

Part One: The Kegger

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: Y/N and JJ find something unexpected at a kegger and they find out how to handle the situation.

Fluff, Angst.

When JJ Maybank had begged Y/n to go to the kegger tonight, she was going to tell him no. She didn’t want to go to the kegger to be surrounded by drunks and smokers. Don’t get her wrong, she loved hanging out with her best friends… her family really, but the other groups of people that formed at the keggers always left her incredibly uncomfortable, resulting in her skipping out most of the time.

“Please? Come on! You’ll have fun tonight.” JJ pleaded from behind her, following her as she tried to escape his presence.

“J, I don’t like kegger. I never have and everytime you drag me to one, I end up getting uncomfortable and awkward. You don’t even stay remotely near me when we are there, you go off to flirt with the tourons to lead them on!” She grumbled harshly, scowling at the image of JJ and another woman laughing together and flirting.

“I never take the tourons home so lose the scowl, cupcake.” Those warm fingers of his wrapped around her upper arm, a small warmth forming in her chest from how gentle he was.

“And if I promise to stay by your side tonight, will you please come? I won’t even go get beer without you.” He stated, switching between both of her eyes searching for any hint of her thinking on it.

“I mean, come on! What’d you have to lose, huh? You can even wear that super hot bathing suit tonight.” He stated, wiggling his eyebrows while she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hide the amused smile that fought to form.

“Please? For me?” He asked, now having both hands on her shoulder, blocking her path with puppy dog eyes.

“You won’t leave my side?” She questioned, all amusement flying out the window.

“Not once. I swear.” He answered with that usual smug smile of his.

“And you’ll grab me a coke or a seltzer anytime I want one?” She questioned, squinting her eyes at him.

“Yes, I will get you whatever you want, whenever you want, just come with me!” He grumbled running his fingers through his hair with a small amused glare directed at her.

Not saying a word, she nodded with a victorious smile, her heart racing with every emotion he made her feel. Interlacing their hands, she started walking again, having slowed her pace to walk next to him.

“Then I suppose we should go get ready cause it’s almost time.” She hummed, raising an eyebrow with challenging eyes. “Beat you there?” She questioned, letting out a full blown belly laugh when their hands broke apart from JJ shooting off in the direction of the Chateau.

An hour later, Y/n stood tapping her foot with her arms wrapped around herself waiting on the beach. It was a pretty warm night but the wind made goosebumps appear on her arms all while her hair began to grow staticy. A storm was heading in and when her gut began to churn with something, making her uneasy, she grumbled and shuffled a bit to warm herself up and shake the feeling off.

“There you are, pretty girl.” Warm arms wrapped around Y/n from behind, every muscle instantly relaxing against the softness of her boyfriend's touch.

“One, I win. Two, what took you so long?” She asked softly, turning to look up at him with a small pout. It was a little chilly and she’s had this gut wrenching feeling since she agreed to come to the kegger which had started to unsettle her.

“Did something happen?” He asked, glancing around while pulling her tighter against him. His jaw was set and she watched the small feather-like movement from him clenching and unclenching his jaw. His eyes searched for a moment before returning to her eyes that stared warmly up at him.

“I just don’t like kegger.” She mumbled, before grabbing his hand once more and beginning to dreadfully walk towards the music that grew louder and louder with each step.

“Where the hell were you guys!?” Kiara’s voice carried over the music.

“Went to change! You look amazing!” Y/n called back, letting out a small laugh before watching as Kie shook her head and began to talk about saving the sea turtles.

“She still going on with the turtle crap?” John B asked from behind, causing her heart to spike and her body to jump from beneath her skin. Rounding, she glared with joyful eyes before giving a playful shrug. A small growl sounded behind her before her body was pulled flush up against another, who she soon found out was her loving and jealous boyfriend.

“You still have all my attention.” She laughed, the warmth spreading from her chest down.

“Come, sweet man.” She whispered, playfully wiggling her eyebrows, copying his earlier actions. When he let out a surprised ‘Ooooh’ and wiggled his fingers with a lustful look, she smiled a genuine smile before turning and swinging her hips as she walked to tease him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He answered, saluting her as if she were a general or something.

After a while of walking, they finally found a spot far enough from the party so no one could see but close enough to still hear the music. Before she could fully turn around, she felt his lips crash into hers, his mouth exploring hers while his hands rested in her hair and on her lower back. She let her hands run over his back, feeling the taught muscle and broad shoulders of his before letting them slowly glide down.

The gut feeling from earlier spiked as soon as a small shrieking noise echoed from somewhere far off. She brought her head back, furrowing her eyes as her hands began to tremble. The gut wrenching feeling became so strong it made everything spin, creating a nauseating feeling.

“Sweetheart?” J’s voice brought her from her thoughts, her hands gripping his arms to keep herself steady. She looked back and was about to speak again when that strange noise was heard once again. Her eyebrows raised slightly, feeling her ears move back ever so slightly before she turned and began studying the sharp dark shadows that surrounded them.

“What is it?” He hummed softly, staring at her as if she grew two heads with slight concern.

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Songbird

Part Two!!

Hi all!! Here is part two of Songbird! So, again, this is my second fic ever! I said it was a slow burn... But I think it's moving faster than I thought it would. I’m still not sure how many parts in this series there will be.

Single mom! Reader x TASM!Peter Parker

Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

After that day in the elevator, Peter made a point to reach out to you. You seemed like you needed a friend as much as he did. A friendship began to bloom over the next few months. Maisie loved seeing Peter. She would giggle and smile the entire time he was near. Peter became part of your daily routine. He would meet you in the elevator every morning and would walk to the subway with you and Maze as you went to work. So, When he hadn’t seen you two in a few days, he wondered what was up. Peter decided to go by your place to check on you and Maisie.

Peter knocked on the door and waited. Peter heard shuffling towards the door. When the door opened, he saw you. You looked like you hadn’t slept in a few days, and you had been crying.

“Hey Pete, what up?”

“ Hey, my bird, are you ok? “ you nodded yes, and he continued. “I hadn’t seen you and Maisie in a few days, and you hadn’t answered when I called or texted. So, I was a little worried. I thought I would come by and check on you guys. Are you sure you are ok ?”

“That's very kind of you, Pete. It’s spring break, and Maze has been fussy . So, we have been at home. I’m honestly a mess …. I’m dealing with just life, I guess. Uhh…Thank you for checking in. I’m sorry I made you worry. Ummm …Would you like to come in for some coffee? Maisie is down for her morning nap.” You said, gesturing to the couch.

“ I would love too” Even though you had been friends for a while, Peter had never been inside your apartment. It was very homey. Light blues, grays, and soft pinks all around. Pictures of you and Maisie we're scattered throughout. Baby toys were neatly tucked away in baskets lining the walls. Peter smiled. This is how he had pictured your home. Comfortable, neat, and welcoming.

“ Sorry for the mess,” you say as you pick up a few toys and books on the couch, “Maze was up pretty much all night again for the fifth night in a row.” You said heading to grab the coffee.

“ Oh, no. It is not messy at all. I’m so sorry to hear Maisie isn’t sleeping. That’s got to be tough..”

Making your way back from the kitchen with coffee in hand, “ It’s ok; she feeds off my energy. It’s just a …. hard time right now. And I know she can sense it. I’m trying my best, but it's hard.”

“ I’m sorry to hear that, Songbird. You know I’m just upstairs if you ever need anything or want to talk .” Your heart skipped a beat every time he used his nickname for you. Over the past few months, Peter had added variations of the nickname my bird and birdie being your favorites. He sometimes even called Maisie baby bird, and everytime your heart would melt a little more.

Smiling “ Thanks, Pete. You are a great friend. You know that?”

“ I try,” he smiled.

“ I …. Uh … I’m not ready to talk about everything just yet. I… um....” you took a deep breath before continuing, “ I lost someone. And …. I don’t even know why I’m upset now but...It isn't very easy, Peter. I don’t want to bother you with it.”

“ No, you are not bothering me with anything. Grief is hard. I understand entirely. just know I’m here when you are ready.”

The two of you stayed talking for a long time while sipping your coffee.You talked about life. You two spoke everyday yet you still had so much to learn about each other. He asked you how you became a theatre teacher. You asked him about his work. You were surprised when he said he was a research scientist at Oscorp and took freelance photos of Spider-Man for the Daily Bugle.

“ How did I not know this about you? We have been friends for months! Pete Parker, you are a man of many secrets.”

“ if you only knew,” Peter said swiftly under his breath

Right on cue, you heard Maisie start to stir.

“ Ahh, the princess has awoken from her slumber. It must be time for her simple servant to come and rescue her from the sleeping chambers” You laughed

Peter laughed as well “ Ah, yes. We must not keep the princess waiting!” With that, you started to head to Maisie’s room. “Hey bird, what do you have planned for today? “ Peter questioned

“ Nothing, I was going to work on some stuff for next year's theatre season. I figured Maze would sleep longer, so maybe I could catch a nap myself. But here we are. “ gesturing down the hall towards Maisie

“ Do you want to go on an adventure with me?”

“ Adventure? “

“Yeah! I was thinking of the park or the zoo or a picnic or some ice cream or more coffee. I don’t know. Maybe all! Like I said adventure. “

“ That does sound like an adventure. We would love to. Let us get ready and then we can go. You can stay here or we can meet in the lobby in about 45 minutes?”

“ I will meet you downstairs. I have a few things I need to finish up before we head out.” And you parted ways.

Peter smiled the entire way up to his apartment.

…

“Ok, Maisie baby. We are going on an adventure today with Peter.” She smiled big at Peter’s name “P!! Go!”

“ I know, sweet girl; you really like Peter. Can I tell you a secret? I really like him too. But, being and adult is complicated.”

You were getting Maze ready for the day. You were excited. You have grown quite fond of Peter in the time you have known him developing a little crush on him. Picking out outfits that matched, Maisie was dressed in a pastel pink onesie with a little embroidered spider-man outline in gold and a pair of tiny white shorts with gold trim with little baby converse . You pulled what little hair Maze had into tiny pigtails with pink bows. Eliza had bought the outfit for Maze a few days ago. You laughed when they showed it to you. You and Eliza had a running joke about Maisie being in love with Spider-Man. You wore a pastel pink top, white shorts, gold accessories and your converse .You took a second to snap a quick selfie of the two of you. This was the best you felt in a long time. Something about even the idea of spending the day with Peter made you giddy.

“ Is that spider-man on your shirt, Maze?” Peter had a goofy smile as you walked up to him with Maisie.

She giggled. “Er!”

“Why, yes, it is. We are big fans of Mr.Spider-Man. Or as Maia’s calls him Er! Every time Miss Maisie sees a photo or a video of him she laughs and smiles. I think he is her first love” you said. You looked a Peter and you swear you saw him blush.

“ That’s adorable! You never told me she loves Spider-Man !”Peter gushed as you all were exiting your building.

“ Ah, Peter Parker is not the only one with secrets.” You laughed .”Just last week, we were out on our walk and he happen to be swinging by towards some big explosion. Maisie dropped her blanket, and you know my kid loves her blanket !”

You both laughed as your headed to the park. Letting Peter lead the way, You spend the next hour laughing and smiling, something Peter had not seen you often do.

….

“ I think we should start with ice cream.” Peter said when you finally made it to Central Park.

“Pete, we haven’t had lunch yet.”

“ And… as I said, it’s an Adventure, birdie! Ice cream for lunch ?!”

“ Angry, sugar-crazed baby? If that's the type of adventure you want today … By all means , ice cream for lunch.”

Peter to a second to think before laughing and responding “ maybe, after lunch then .”

“ yep” popping the p as you laughed.

On your way to the park, you all stopped for sandwiches to have a picnic. You and Peter chatted away as you laid out the picnic blanket.

“ Up!Up!” Maisie squeaked.

“Princess Maisie, are your servants not attending to you?” before you could even get to Maisie, Peter had her up in his arms. She giggled and smiled as Peter bounced, ran, and swung her around as you finished setting up. You loved seeing Maisie so happy. Peter too.

“ He is a good dad. You have such a beautiful family .” You didn't notice the older woman that had sat at the bench near your picnic.

“ Oh, he is not … we are not… Maisie is mine but he is … um he is just a close friend. But, thank you.“

“ Oh! I so sorry. I just assumed from the way he looked at you and your daughter that he was a man in love with his family.”

“ He is pretty great. We are lucky to have him in our lives, but he is just a friend. “

“ Well dear, I have been around for awhile. I know a man in love when I see one. He may be just a friend, but he is definitely in love.”

Looking over at Peter and Maisie laughing and playing, you smiled. You started to say something to the older woman, only to find her walking away.

“ Alright, baby bird and I have planned out our adventure!” Peter came bouncing up with Maisie on his hip.

“ You did!? Can you tell me ?”

“ nope ! It’s a surprise!”

“ Alright , Parker! But first lunch and I think we all need to put on sunscreen. Oh! And we need to get water …”

“ Take a break, Birdie! We are relaxing on an adventure.”

You just smiled and shook your head.

...

It had been a few days since you and Maisie’s adventure with Peter, and what a fantastic adventure it was. After a picnic lunch, Peter got his ice cream. By the time she finished, Maisie had strawberry ice cream everywhere. Maisie pointed at Peter, “ P !!! Oo! Oo! Raff! Efant!” Peter and Maisie’s plan was for the zoo. You made your there spending all the time before dinner there. Peter had called May earlier while you were still setting up the picnic and asked May about coming for dinner. He took you and Maisie over to Aunt May’s, where Maisie and May became the best of friends. All off, you played and laughed with Maisie late into the evening. This day was one of the best days you had in a while. Peter made you and Maisie so happy. You keep thinking about what the woman at the park said.

You were staring at a photo from that day on your fridge. You could help but smile, but you were starting to worry about Peter. Since your adventure, Peter has been at your place every day. He would walk you and Maisie to the subway like normal. He would come over after he came home from work and stay for dinner. But now, It had been three days, no calls, no visits, and no texts. You were lost in this train of thought about Peter when Eliza arrived.

“What are you smiling about? “ Eliza said as she walked into your apartment.

“Nothing. Just thinking.”

“About what’s his name again… It starts with a p, right? Paul? Perry? Percy? No, Patrick!! That's it”

“ His name is Peter. I have been friends with him for almost a year, and you can’t remember his name. And no, I wasn't thinking about him. He is just a friend.”

“ Oh, ok. Whatever you say, sis. Where is Little Miss at? I’m here to take her away for a long-overdue sleepover at Auntie Liza’s. “

“ Oh, umm, ok. I mean, are you sure? She has been super fussy lately. She is not sleeping well. I think it’s her birthday coming up. I can’t believe she is turning two. She is just a….”

“Sis, you need a break. No offense, but you look like shit. I know she hasn’t been sleeping, which means you haven’t been sleeping. Maisie and I are going to have a nice sleepover. You will get FaceTime and Snapchat updates. Please get some rest.”

“Ok, ok. I will get her stuff together.”

You gathered everything for Maisie. Her favorite blanket and stuffie. Her PJs and clothes. Snacks, diapers, and wipes.

“Maisie, you are going to have a sleepover with auntie Liza!”

“Iza! Iza!”

“I know! Very exciting. Mommy packed everything for you. I’m going to miss you so much” you kiss Maze on the head. And with that, Eliza and Maze, we're off, and you had the place to yourself.

Slumber took you fast. Not realizing you fell asleep until you woke to a crash coming from Peter’s apartment. You look at the time on your phone at 3 am. Shouldn't Peter be sleeping? You sent him a text to see what was up, but no answer. So, you decide to investigate. Putting on your slippers, you headed to Peter’s. Knocking at the door, you waited. Nothing. Knocking again, “ Petey, it's me. I'm checking on you. I heard a crash, and I was worried. I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Can you let me know if you are ok? …. I called and texted, and you didn’t answer. P? …Pete?… Peter? Listen, at least when you came and checked on me, I answered! “ you stood at his door for about ten minutes. Knocking one more time, you listened, and you heard Peter start shuffling around. He sounded like he was in pain trying to move around his apartment.

The door started to open gradually to reveal Peter’s bloody and bruised face.

A cliffhanger of sorts to ! I am working on editing the next part!

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Home sweet home

cw: reader-san goes back home, work life is somewhat unbearable, talks with psychic friend, Theresa comes through with a reading to give her some guidance, talks about being childfree and a parentified adult as well as its consequences, Theresa encourages reader-san to open a baking business, an much needed 'men are trash reminder', a few other characters are mentioned such as Obi, Vulcan and Benimaru(he is a warning 🤨 ), uni days seem to bring joy and despair to reader-san, no sign of Leo for a total of three weeks(that’s ominous).

gist: reader-san goes back to her place after being with Leo for sometime. In her own words “ this motherfucker tweaking, on God!”(she’s right, I’d be mad too).

Wc: 2141

c/s:  I wouldn’t mind having captain Obi as my bed 😩, I said what I said 😋(that's period me talking). Uhm… enjoy!

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

As soon as I got inside, I dropped my shopping bags at the entry. I took off my shoes. I went right away to the living room, plopped myself on my couch like I usually do. I take a few deep breaths to reassess the current state of my life. I have to appreciate where I’m at. But also fuck Leo for being a stubborn man. I can’t stand him. On top of that I have to go to work. 

I swear on everything the universe be trying me! Anyways, time to unwind.

 –

I slept like a baby when I got back home. I hugged my huge teddy bear to bring me comfort. I really missed being on my own company, I’m realising. No wonder I had shitty days earlier this week.

It’s been ten days, no signs of Leo contacting me or at least trying like… a missed call or something? Am I this unlucky with men or is it my imagination? I know I shouldn’t worry but single life looks so appealing right now. Might go back to it honestly.

Work’s been kicking my ass. Between orders, new clients, shipping packages, answering questions customers have, updating the site and coming up with new ideas to innovate the concept, I’m lagging a bit. Everytime I come back home, I just shower, eat and sleep. It's as if I were a robot, what am I doing? At least, I haven't cried yet. Not a sign of sir Burns? He's probably busy. I still have his debit card. I better not use it and leave it at home in a safe place.

Wednesday is my day off. I should probably make it a self care day and just do what I do best: me! I'll take it slow. Tuesday evening I should get some candles from the store.

Theresa sent a message. I think she wants to see me.

We need to talk. I'll be there 2moro by noon cya

My reply is

No problem. I'll be waiting

Wednesday

Theresa finds me with a face mask but her face is so stern…

“I know you're not seeing him. Why is that”

How? Ah, she always knows. I let her in the apartment. It would be rude to keep having this convo at the door. Some nosey people might hear. I tell her what she wants to know as we sit on the couch.

“The kid in question and that woman's identity. He doesn't want me to know.”

“Want me to pull out some tarot cards for it?”

“Yeah, sure why not.”

“I get a feel you’re not telling me everything.”

“Uhm… I don't think he'll contact me that soon.”

She takes out of her bag a few bay leaves.

“Hand me a lighter please gotta cleanse before I do anything.”

I don’ really like the smell so I ask her 

“Can you please do another cleansing method. I don’t dig burnt bay leaf smell and you know exactly why.”

“Sure, I’ll just clap a few times.” 

She claps three times then ten times and finally five. Don’t know about that pattern though might ask or not.

She pulls out her tarot deck. Seeing her shuffling doesn't cease to amaze you.

“What should y/n expect of this situation? Strength or maybe his sun sign. My hand burns so it definitely is his sun sign."

Uhm interesting

“Is your boo a july or august leo?” 

“Don’t know I haven’t asked him. I will.”

“Leaning on the card's meaning and my intuition, he’s a strong man. His values are unmatched for most people in his age range. I also get the feeling that he has gorgeous hair and a beard. Aren’t I right?”

Now that I think about it, I never asked him when it was his birthday. I'll do it if we get back together…

"Leo’s rule hair and all that so he’s also probably on the thicker side if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, spot on as always. Hair wise I didn’t touch it much. I think you’re right, it surely is a handful.”

She pulls out another card. Most of the time she’ll stop when she gets three cards but I get a feel this might be a long session.

“We have ten of cups. It embodies completion in your specific case; it could be marriage. It can also mean some sort of union. I don’t know where you currently stand on that matter.”

“I don’t look forward to it. I never really did fancy that. My whole childhood, teenage and early adult years I took care of babies and children that were not mine based solely on the fact that they’re family. So technically, I am a parentified adult. And while that kind of upbringing could have strongly reinforced the want of having kids, I simply do not like them.”

“So sorry you had to go through that, boo. You’re telling me that you’re prone to be a childfree person than to become a mother?”

“Exactly! Being a mother is not for me. I’m not trying to walk in my mother’s footsteps being the one who is bearing the whole family as well as taking care of a grown child labelled as ‘husband’ that is so useless.”

“I’m with you on that one. Fuck men and their entitlement to think they are doing too much when all they do is complain about ‘where my food at? This house look a mess or even ain’t nobody helping in this house.’ Stop being a clown and start doing something about the shit you whining about. Concerning your guy, he would be the right one spirit says.”

She continues pulling out cards:

���We got knight of wands. It symbolises motion as well as passion. Girl…I’m getting hot like smoking hot.” She says this as she waves her hand close to her face . “Please, give me a glass of cold water with ice cubes.”

“Coming right up!”

You do your little run towards the kitchen and come back with a full glass of water with ice cubes for your friend.

“Here.”

“Thank you, that was much needed.

“So, I think your man is super serious about you ‘cause I’m still hot.” 

She takes off her sweater . “The water didn’t do much but whatever I guess. Spirit tells me that he enjoys looking at you all the time even when you are not aware of it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes! Haven’t you noticed it?”

“I probably didn’t pay much attention to it.”

“Ace of pentacles stands for potential, prosperity too. This is really good. I feel like it can signal longevity for this union, honey.

The hermit reversed. This could represent you or/and him. The current state of the relationship. Isolation. But not for too long, I would say it is necessary for both of you. It will allow you to evaluate what you really want form this relationship.” 

Doesn’t sound like a desperate situation thanks to Theresa’s insight. I’m so glad she is doing this for me!

“The moon represents illusions. Watch what you say and do. Don’t try anything to rash such as not letting people know you’re leaving. Notify them if you do so, please.”

Is there anything that doesn’t escape her sharp vision? I can’t even lie to her so I’ll say no.

“Another reversed card! Dang it, I don't like where this reading is headed. The devil. Aiming to restore control or maybe we’re getting warned about what he’s packing!! I bet you know what it looks like.” And she winks at me.

“Theresa!”, you yelped in frustration.

“Girl, watch out. I’m just being honest with you. Better safe that sorry in these streets!

For the previous message it deals with let me see to finally grasp what was lacking or to even find some semblance of power. It felt like most things you desired were slipping through your fingers but it’s no longer the case at least for now.”

“That was seven cards. From what I remember the number represents support from the angels concerning love and also means wholeness. So everything you’re currently going through is preparing for a much bigger outcome. I know it sucks now but you can handle it!!”

I catch her staring at the cards. Probably in deep thought.

“You don't look convinced enough.”

“Yep, I still don't know who that Aura is.”

“I can always use my pendulum if you'd like me to.”

“Absolutely! How could I forget that?”

“Only closed questions are allowed to ensure certainty. So, jot them down on a piece of paper, I'll read them aloud.” 

I pull out my stream of consciousness notebook and  write down what I need to know. Then I rip that page and hand it to her. She starts reading it.

“Is Aura Leo's ex partner? No. Does he have a kid? No.

Is he faithful? Yes.”

She puts all of her belongings away. She questions me.

“Y/n are you sure about this relationship?"

“I don’t think sure would be the right term. I know I want him and I long to be by his side. There is always some sort of uncertainty hovering above anything I do. I’m used to it but I wish it wouldn’t be as present as it is.”

“It’s your first in a long time so you might want to take things slow and easy. I know both of you will figure something out.”

“I made some baked goods earlier.”

“Yay. Love yours.”

“Sit down at the table and I'll get everything.” She puts down the oven safe dish and takes a giant pitcher out of her fridge.

“Tada! Cinnamon rolls paired up with Korean strawberry milk.”

“That's a great combo!”

“I know, let’s dig in.”

"Listen" she tells me " if you open a food business be it a truck or a store, I'll be there. I'm not kidding, every single day. Even if my wallet doesn't match my expenses!"

"I accept your undivided honesty and support but that might be for later. Not my main source of income. Could be a side hustle."

“I think I could use some of that spray of yours…”

“Which one? I need your to be specific.”

“The fuckboy repellent one?”

“You sure that's the only one you need?! I think you should also get the goddess era one and plutonian lover.”

“Can I get those too?” 

“Yes. I'll drop them off later today in your mailbox.”

“On another note. Do you know who I saw today? ” 

“No.”

“Think a little…”

“Really?” 

“Fine. I’ll give you some clues.”

“I’m listening.”

“He is peculiar.” 

“Leo?” 

“Are you for real? You haven’t even showed us a picture and suddenly I’m meant to know what he looks like? Girl, quit playing!"

“You’re right, my bad.”

“I’ll give a clue. It’s someone from uni…”

“Oh!”

“The whole buffet also known as Obi. The girls were mad about him. It’s me, I’m girls.”

“No and he only stayed there for a year.”

“Why the hell I didn’t have a one night stand with him?”

“Rumour has it if you do, no other person can satisfy you.” 

“Swear down!”

She nods

“Girl I better find him then. I’m willing to risk my life for that .”

“What about Leo?”

“I’ll give ‘us’ a break. I’m sure he’ll understand after what he pulled.”

“Fair enough.”

“Was it Vulcan?”

“Who was that again?”

“The red haired guy that you could tell was a sub. I wish I had one night with him too. You know trying new things.” 

“No.”

“Don’t you think something’s missing?”

“Black hair a scary face but girls were head over heels with him?”

“Benimaru?”

“Bingo.”

“How is he?"

“He is, I guess. I didn’t talk to him that long because back then he only had eyes for you and I’m pretty sure it’s still the case.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, you heard it right. When I asked him if he had you know a partner since he did the same and was met with a negative answer. He said’ Y/n is the only woman I can date’.  

“Well it’s… giving obsessive with a sprinkle of stuck in the past.”

“Like you said.”

“You think he’d say it to my face?”

“Uhm, maybe who knows? Miracles can happen?”

“Theresa being shady?? Nah, never thought I’d witness it firsthand!”

“Feels good to be home. I’ll never trade my happiness for a relationship. Mark my words I rest my case.”

Much later in the evening

Such a cute packaging! I’ll keep the little bag. It smells so good.

They're body mist with highlighter in it. Ooh, imma shine bright like a diamond.

Plus it smells so good! I gotta properly thank her. She always comes through.

I also wish Theresa gets her man even though she always brushes the topic off with ‘I'm not trying to trigger migraines by dating men. Plus, I'm not attracted to them so why would I?’

I hope she gets her soulmate or her twinflame. Man whatever she desires shall come to her.

I check my phone. He hasn’t called yet. Should I feel concerned? No, I left him behind because he was being an ass. He and his whole attitude about this Aura. Like where do I stand? Am I important enough to him?

I’m at work! Those thoughts are unnecessary as of now. I better get back on my shit before I find myself running back to his house. I am not a lost puppy.

Chapter 3 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy 

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𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲︱If there's a lot of mistakes or barely makes sense I am still quite delirious from when i got sick a couple days ago so sorry! Feedback is appreciated! I love you all and thank you for reading <3

Shortly after Peggy Carter transferred bases you were brought in. You held no true rank in the army mostly due to the fact that women still had yet to be able to enlist in the military. But after Colonel Phillips saw you help Steve Rogers in a complicated mission he decided to let you have more power over the Howling Commandos. You were pretty much deemed as Bucky’s and Steve’s superior in a short amount of time.

The first day Bucky saw you he ran off to go pleasure himself with the thought of you. At first he blamed it on the fact he hadn’t seen a woman in a long time and it was just him being a man. But the next day he saw you, the blood rushed to his dick all over again. That time he knew it was just more than him being horny.

All the smug boy charm that made the dames fall for him suddenly whisked away everytime he was near you. Steve noticed it, everyone noticed it. Even you noticed it. One of your favorite past times was to play around with him like a toy, getting him as flustered as you could make him.

You’ll never forget the day you walked past his room, hearing grunts and groans of pleasures that left his lips. You knew you shouldn’t have stayed and listened but the pretty sounds he made lured you in. When you heard your name your brain short circuited and you thought you heard him wrong. But when he repeated it more firmly, it shot heat to your core.

You've found it pretty hard to keep your mind off of him. Everytime you looked into his eyes you knew all of the sinful thoughts that were about you. How he wished to have your body under his, whimpering out his name. You’ve had enough just settling for your hands and dirty thoughts of him and told him you needed to talk to him, privately, in your room.

Bucky was secretly hoping you were doing more than just talking but he kept thinking he was crazy. No, there's no possible way that’s going to happen. He waited patiently until everyone went to bed before quietly leaving his room and walking to yours.

The door was cracked opened when he approached it, he knocked on the door 3 times before he allowed himself in. “Agent L/N?”

“Come in Sarge,” You seductively said.

He fully stepped inside, closing the door. He swallowed thickly when he saw you in your small nightgown barely covering your body. “Y-You said you needed me?”

You nodded, humming out a yes. “Come, sit,” You patted the space next to you on your bed. “Don’t be shy, pretty boy.”

Bucky’s cheeks flushed pink at the nickname and shuffled his way to the bed. He stiffly sat next to you, nervously bouncing his leg up and down. Your hand snuck its way up his thigh, inching closer to his cock only to drag it back down to his knee.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” You said as you placed a kiss on his neck. “Even heard you cryin’ out my name, you make the prettiest sounds.”

Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut when you kissed his sweet spot. You took this as your chance to straddle his lap. His hands stayed still, not sure if he was allowed to touch your body. Your hand squished his cheeks together, forcing him to look at you. You leaned in, your lips chasing Bucky’s.

The kiss started off slow, getting used to each other and finding the perfect rhythm. It wasn’t long until Bucky grew needy, his lips harshly collided with yours, teeth grazing each other. Your hands flew to Bucky’s shirt, starting to peel it off from his body.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” You said in between kisses.

“No please don’t stop,” He begged. “Never stop.”

After stripping Bucky of his clothes you pushed him on the bed, still remaining on top. You kissed down his neck again, biting lightly and soothed it with the swirl of your tongue. You continued placing kisses down to his stomach.

Bucky was a lot bigger than you imagined, you're not sure if he’ll even fit inside you. You grabbed his throbbing cock, his mushroom tip is red, angrily leaking precum. You kitten licked the tip, moaning at his taste. A string of spit left your lips and you used it as lube, stroking him up and down in an agonizing pace.

“That feels so good,” He whispered. “Oh Y/N.”

“Please go faster…” He jerked his hips into your palm, his hands gripping the sheets. Your hands felt different in comparison to his. Your touch was softer, lighter and more sensitive than his.

Your hand went faster, applying more pressure than before. A choked sob rang through Bucky’s throat. His head was thrown back into your pillows as he got lost in the pleasure you gave him. His muscles tensed up as he felt himself approaching his orgasm.

“Wait, wait, stop.” He hesitated, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

You immediately stopped your action and pulled away. “What’s wrong? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah everything’s ok it’s just I don’t want to cum,” He assured you. “Just not yet.”

“Oh ok,” You breathily said, crawling above him again. “You still want this right?”

“More than anything Doll.”

You took off your panties, discarding them across the room. Bucky helped lift the edge of your nightgown up and you guided his cock to your entrance. You slowly sank down, your eyes screwed tightly shut with pain and pleasure. You and Bucky let out moans of relief when you bottomed out.

You felt him at the pit of your stomach, feeling impossibly full. “Oh fuck you’re so big,” You keened, placing your hands on his chest.

“You can barely take me,” Bucky pointed out at your struggling.

Determined, you start to bounce up and down slowly, getting used to his size. His cock kept grazing against the spongy spot that brought tears in your eyes. Your nails indented into his chest, 10 bright red markings are across his chest.

“You’re doing so good, Doll,” He praised. “Feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around me. You feel like heaven.”

You’ve never felt such pleasure before. You circled your hips, sobbing at the ecstasy that shot throughout your body. Your thighs burned and you knew they would be sore the next day but you could care less, all you could think about was Bucky’s cock gliding through your slick walls. They swallowed him in, gripping him like a vice. It was just how Bucky dreamed of and more.

“I never want this to stop,” Bucky admitted, his head rolling to the side. Sweat glistened across his chest and forehead making your grip weaken.

“Me neither.”

Your pace was faltering as your orgasm neared. They became messy and slightly offbeat. Bucky’s left hand clutched your hip, guiding you up and down on his cock while the other found its way to your clit, rubbing in quick tight circles.

“Oh fuck!” You sobbed out, your body drastically slowing down.

“Nu-uh, come on keep going–yeah just like that.”

It wasn’t long until the pressure built up, the knot threatening to snap. “Bucky m’close.”

“Me too Doll, me too.”

Bucky’s name is all you knew. You repeated his name over and over again, chanting it like a prayer. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you screamed Bucky’s name, your thighs trembling around his. Your spasming brought him over the edge, his orgasm quickly following yours. He stilled as his cock twitched in you, spurts of cum leaking out of you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“Shh, s’okay,” You shushed Bucky with your pointer finger to his lips. Warmth radiated from your core from Bucky’s cum and you knew no man will be able to make you feel like this. You let yourself fall on Bucky’s chest and his arms encased your body as he kissed your forehead lovingly.

“I think you’ve ruined every man for me.”

“Good,” Bucky squeezed tighter, smiling against your head. “You won’t need anyone else because you’re mine now.”

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[metalbuckaroo]

Years to Come

SUMMARY// Bucky found a new domestic version of life that he enjoys

WARNINGS// some cavity inducing fluff, soft smut, exhibitionism, beach sex (there isn't anyone around but y'know just to be safe)

AU// Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

NOTE// Inspired by this lovely photo set 🥴🥴🥴 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Being with Bucky had its perks.

Other than him buying you anything he saw you just look at for more than ten seconds, going to fancy dinners, galas, and threatening anyone who dared to so much as hurt your feelings-

You were spoiled, not just by gifts, but in everything. Love, adoration, loyalty. Anything you wanted Bucky would gladly provide.

It wasn't about the different things he'd buy you, or the amount of money he spent; it was the new pride he had when he walked. Some thought it made him more dangerous- you were just happy to see him switch from a deep scowl, to a gentle smile when his eyes would meet yours.

He was wrapped around your pinky and everyone knew it. That is what made him more dangerous.

No one expected Bucky to have a soft spot for anyone. Let alone enjoy the more domestic things you asked of him. He didn't even expect it.

But, there was something about the way you looked at him as the two of you sat in a grassy patch at the edge of the sandbar, when you were suppose to be looking at the ocean. It made him feel whole. Like a piece of him had been missing his entire life until the day he'd met you.

A sweet smile on your face as your fingers toyed with a few blades of grass, gazing in awe of how handsome he looked with the orange tint of the setting sun lighting his sharp features. Bucky acted like he didn't notice just so you would keep looking at him like that, as if he was the best thing you'd ever set eyes on. The same way he looked at you.

And that was exactly how you saw him.

His white shirt making his smooth skin look even more tanned, the fabric straining over metal and flesh biceps as his forearms rested on his bent knees. The way his light stubble shadowed his defined jaw, how he looked so strong, yet relaxed.

"Hey..." You said softly, reaching to card your fingers through the short strands of his soft hair. A kind smile gracing his face as he looked at you, leaning to place slow, loving kisses to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"Love you, sweetheart." Bucky whispered, eyes closed as your hand rested on the back of his neck. "Love you, big boy."

"Promise you'll never leave me?" He hated to ask it, but he needed to hear it. You felt like a dream, the way you touched him, looked at him, treated him. He swore it was too good to be true. "Forever and a day, remember?"

"Make it forever and a week, I like that better." He chuckled, snaking an arm around your waist and urging you back against the grass. "Completely agree."

You swore time stood still everytime Bucky's lips molded to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. Hand gliding up your side to caress your breast through the thin fabric of your dress.

"We're on a beach, Buck." You giggled when he dipped his head down to nip at the side of your neck. "There's no one around. Just pull your panties to the side and ease in. It'd be fun." He shrugged, warm tongue soothing the light mark his teeth made. "Is someone sees us, we'll be arrested."

Bucky brushed his lips to yours, pecking a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Hm, they wouldn't hold us long, though." He hummed. "Not happening." You smiled, patting his firm chest.

He jutted his bottom lip out and sat up. "Worth a try. Maybe another time." He said, leaning back against his palms. His long legs stretched out in front of him.

Your eyes flicked down to the outline of his erection straining against his jeans as you sat up, catching the edge of your bottom lip between your teeth as you moved to straddle his lap. "You know I can't resist you, right?"

Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers popped open the button of his jeans. "Really?" His eyes went wide, lips parted as he watched your every move. "Mhm." You nodded, lifting your hips so you could sink down on him once his pants were shuffled down enough.

Strong arms wrapped around you to hold you close as you swiveled your hips carefully, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck to muffle his low moans.

The crash of waves against the shore nearly drowned out every breathy sound from the two of you. Holding each other close and reveling in the feeling as Bucky's breathing got heavier, his grip around you tightening as tingles of pleasure grew stronger when your walls fluttered around him.

"Cum, baby. Please, need you to finish first." He huffed out against your neck. The rush of being so vulnerable on an empty beach helping with the pressure that quickly built in your lower belly.

A whimper of his name rolling off of your tongue when your hips faltered as you released around him, soothing praises whispered from Bucky as he spilled into you.

He didn't want to let go, keeping his arms around you until both of your bodies had calmed down.

"Hold on-" he said when you went to move off of him, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "What?" You asked as he clicked around on the screen, leaning back a little to get a clear view of your face in the camera. "A souvenir for us to remember this in years to come."

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[cherrycheridarling]

dap me up | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: somewhat smut? swearing and fluff

summary: during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower.

a/n: i got carried away. there's a lot going on in here. enjoy?

wc: 2.6k

"Hello! I'm Adrien Fox with Pop Sugar and we are here with stars of the new film 'Week Off', Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!" Adrien introduced you and Tom to the cameras.

You and Tom gave little waves, "Hello!"

"Now, let's get right into it."

Adrien began asking generic questions while you tried your best to prevent any spoilers from leaving Tom's lips.

"Can you explain the movie a bit to anyone who is unfamiliar with the book or hasn't watched the trailer?"

Tom opened his mouth to speak before closing it, "I think I'll let Y/N do that."

Adrien laughed before you spoke, "Yeah, um. It's basically a comedy with a little rated R content. Some romance, but mostly raunchy and hilarious stuff. It follows the employees in this law firm and their vacation away from work. Lots ensues during said trip including relationships, arguments and too much drinking."

"And you guys worked with many famous actors and actresses in this film. Like, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum and The Rock. How was working with that many iconic people in the industry? You guys are obviously incredibly well known as well, but I imagine some of these people were your idols growing up." Adrien asked and you and Tom nodded.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. It was an honour. Absolutely amazing. Like, I never imagined I'd be making films, let alone films with stars like Kevin Hart and Emma Stone, you know? I'm just really proud of this one and I love everyone who we worked on it with." Tom gave his answer making you nod.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, Zendaya is my best friend and she has been for years, long before this movie came along, but I still got so excited about working with her. Jennifer Lawrence is amazing, so hilarious. You put her and Chris into a room together and it's just comedy central." you laughed with Tom at the memory.

"We've seen in the trailer that you two share many intimate and – may I say – risqué scenes in this film. Was it hard to keep that level of professionalism and friendship while shooting those scenes?"

You let out a little chuckle at the question before Tom rubbed his chin and spoke, "Since Y/N and I are already good friends off screen, I thought it would be awkward filming those scenes, but Y/N does this weird handshake after every take and it wasn't awkward 'cause it just made me laugh."

Adrien laughed a little before speaking, "What handshake?"

You shook your head with a smile as you recalled the first time you ever did the handshake with Tom.

"Ready, Holland?" you had your pyjamas on and were making your way to your mark in the set of your character's hotel room.

Tom nodded before following you in, cameras and crew hot on his heels, "Ready as I'll ever be."

He was shirtless. A pair of loose fitting grey shorts hung low on his waist. His costume for this scene as Niko Sai.

A black silk slip hung carelessly off of your frame. Ending at the middle of your thighs, v-neck dipping low on your chest. Your costume for Kora Patel.

"We're going to take it from Tom's line; 'You want me just as much as I want you'. Okay?" you and Tom gave a thumbs up, "Action!"

"You want me just as much as I want you. Everytime you sneak a glance at me and you think I don't see, but I do because I'm already looking at you, Patel." Tom walked behind you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. "I don't blame you, I am incredibly good looking." he smirked to himself.

"I'm guessing you couldn't fit your shirt over your ginormous head?" you rolled your eyes.

Tom's smirk only grew, "Is that a little bit of drool on your mouth, Patel? Who knew the Kora Patel had a thing for Niko Sai? Oh, the Lord is good."

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned forward, "This is a useless conversation, Sai." you turned to face him, "I feel nothing for you. Don't you get that?"

He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his palm, "Yes you do, you just don't want to." his face showed pain, all humour drained from his character.

You shook your head with a dry laugh, "You're only trying with me because it's convenient. The company's quiet little Kora Patel, right?"

He took another step towards you, holding your hip in a tight grip, "That's a lie. Nothing about us is convenient."

You chuckled before your hand flew to grasp his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. Your other hand pressed against his pec. Nails tracing patterns on his skin. Tom's breath hitched along with yours as his body automatically drew closer to you.

You tightened your grip on his hair, "It is convenient because you know I keep to myself. You know that I won't go running my mouth about how long you last or if size really does matter. You know that I'm an easy one to fuck," you pulled him closer, "And toss aside, right, Sai?"

"No." Tom swallowed, "You're wrong, Patel."

You shrugged, "I can give you what you want," you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, "Physically." your eyes met his with heavy lids, "Not emotionally. That's why you need Remedy. Not me." your lips brushed his as you spoke, your voice just loud enough for the mics to pick up.

He leaned in and nearly kissed you before you pushed him away slightly by his chest, foreheads still touching, "Let me kiss you." he whispered, sounding so desperate that you nearly abandoned the script and pulled him into you.

You rolled your lips between your teeth, "And if I don't?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

"I'll leave you alone. If that's what you want, I'll go and have a useless one night stand with a girl who could never measure up to you." he pulled your hips flesh against his, "But if you let me kiss you. I promise to show you how much I mean it when I say that I'll spend all night showering every inch of your body with the love it deserves." he brushed his lips against yours again before bringing his mouth to your ear, "Just say the word, darling, and I'm yours."

Your heavy breaths were the only things that could be heard besides the small sound of shuffling behind the cameras. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips before you closed the distance and pushed your lips to his.

Fighting for dominancy, teeth clashing, hands roaming. Unscripted groans falling from Tom's lips as you tugged on his hair, running your fingers along his scalp. His hands gripped the bottom of your thighs before you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I still hate you." you breathed against his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

You felt him smirk, "You sure have a funny way of showing it."

He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His hands running down your sides, squeezing and rubbing. Your lips moving in sync until he pulled away only to attach his lips to your jawline, leaving slow but hard kisses down your neck, leading to your collarbone.

"Still hate me?" Tom mumbled against your skin.

You let out a breathy moan, "More than ever."

"What do you hate about me, Patel?" he lifted up the bottom of your black slip.

"E-everything." you fake gasped as he rolled his hips into yours.

He laughed dryly, "Everything, huh? The noises you're making say otherwise."

"You're such a dick." you moaned.

He smirked against your breast, "You're about to take my—"

"—Don't finish that fucking sentence, Sai."

Soft moans fell from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist again and pulled him closer to you. He groaned against your skin as the cameras picked up every noise, every movement, every kiss. You ran your nails down his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. His grip on your hips was almost punishing, as if he wanted there to be bruises the next day.

"And cut! Great work, guys. Ten minute break and we'll shoot it again."

Tom immediately got off of you and sat to the side of the bed before looking at you with concern, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, "No, you didn't hurt me. Dap me up." you held out your hand and he stared confused.

"What you up?" he chuckled.

You smiled before lifting his hand and doing the movements for him, "Just like that." he finally got it down and smiled.

"You Americans are definitely odd." he teased.

You tossed him a wink as an assistant handed you a robe, "See you in ten, Holland."

"And that's the handshake. It's not really a handshake, more of a greeting. I just did it after our first intimate scene because Tom was acting weird and I didn't want things to be awkward." you explained with a shrug as Adrien and Tom laughed.

Tom nodded, "I thought I hurt her! So I asked if I did and all she said was 'dap me up', like, what?" he laughed with you.

"You guys have really great chemistry on and off screen." Adrien complimented making your cheeks heat up.

You nodded, "Thank you. It took a lot of work to break through his industrial ego." you joked with an exhausted sigh as Adrien laughed.

Tom gasped beside you, "I do not have an industrial ego!"

"Mhm, sure." you joked before reaching over and giving Tom's thigh a gentle squeeze, "I meant indestructible."

Tom huffed and crossed his arms, "This is bullying."

Adrien laughed again, "We have to talk about something," he started and you already knew what was coming, "Lots of fans have speculated that the romance on screen carries on off screen." he smirked.

You and Tom laughed nervously. Almost awkwardly.

The situations that you went through with Tom while filming definitely built your relationship with him and strengthened it. In all honesty, you didn't know if the feelings you had for him were reciprocated.

In Tom's head, he was adamant that you had no feelings for him beyond the big screen. Both of you were too timid to confess first. His feelings for you developed a few weeks into filming and since then have only gotten stronger as your friendship grew and you spent more time together.

The amount of times that this topic had been brought up today was tiring. Every answer was the same: "No, no. We're just really good friends."

You decided to joke around, "Honestly, I've asked Tom out at least twenty times and he keeps rejecting me." you pouted and sniffled.

Adrien let out a joyous laugh as Tom gasped and choked on air at your words.

"That is not true! She has never asked me out!" he defended himself.

You shook your head with a deep frown, "He's broken my heart too many times. This is probably my last time acting with him." you continued on with the joke.

Tom shook his head furiously, "That is one hundred percent false. If she had asked me out, we would already be dating." he let the words fall from his lips without a second thought.

You fought the instinct to snap your head towards him. His confession catching you off guard. You played it off with another pout and shrug. Unsure if he was joining in on the prank or not.

Adrien raised a suggestive eyebrow, "What I'm hearing is that Y/N just needs to ask you out and we have our new couple."

You fake gasped, "Why do I have to ask him out? He should be asking me out with a million roses and a horse drawn carriage." you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"You don't even like roses." Tom laughed, "You like dandelions because they turn into those fluffy things that you can make a wish with." he remembered the information off of the top of his head, "And because it sounds like you're saying 'dandy lions' when you say their name."

You nodded with a smile, "A million dandelions then. And maybe I'll think about it." you joked with a yawn making the two men laugh.

"You heard it here first. We have a new couple on the rise. Tom just needs to find a million dandelions and a horse drawn carriage." Adrien laughed again.

Tom scoffed dramatically, "Find? I already have them in my garage, ready to go."

Adrien cheered as you felt a heat creep up your neck, "Did I say dandelions? I meant daisies."

"Got those, too." Tom smirked making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, we need to end this interview before Tom buys all the flowers in Berlin." you joked.

After the interview ended, you said your goodbyes to Adrien and the crew before you and Tom made your way back to your temporary hotel suite for the week of press junkets.

Tom walked you to your room, stopping at the door, "That was an odd interview." he chuckled.

You nodded, "Indeed. It was fun, though." you smiled and he returned the expression.

There was an awkward beat of silence before he spoke again, "T-that whole asking me out thing. You were kidding, right? Like, just a show for the cameras?" he laughed nervously.

You swallowed air before replying with a timid smile, "Y-yeah. Totally. Just for the fans." you nodded again, "Um, I should head to bed. More interviews tomorrow. See you in the morning." you gave him a little wave before turning to your door and pulling out your key.

He nodded with the smallest of pouts before turning on his heel and starting the walk back to his suite.

Just as your hand was turning the knob, Tom's voice called out to you again.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he spoke in one breath.

You bit your lip to conceal your smile, but it was no use. His question sparked a flame in your stomach that wasn't dying out anytime soon.

You turned with a bright grin, "I'd love to."

His features went from pure fright to relief in a matter of seconds, "G-great. I'll- uh, I'll text you the details. Goodnight." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

"Sounds good. Night, Holland." you nodded your head before entering your hotel room.

You leaned against the door as soon as it shut. A euphoric glow radiating off of you. You were going on a date with Tom Holland.

Tom happily punched the air. Skipping down the hallway, a new found joy in his step. Chris Hemsworth walked out of his room and examined the gleeful boy.

"What's got you all smiley?" he chuckled.

Tom stopped and smiled, staring at the ceiling, "I just got myself a date."

Chris raised an impressed eyebrow before laughing, "You really are Peter Parker. Night, kid."

"Goodnight, Chris." Tom's smile never faded as he made his way back to his suite.

Not even ten minutes had gone by since he last spoke to you and he already missed you. He pulled out his phone and pressed on your contact.

Tom: sorry i didn't have any dandelions. hope you can make an exception x

Y/N: i suppose but the horse drawn carriage is a must x

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[thepastdied]

‘What more do you want?! With Kylo of course. Pretty please! 🌻

Daaaaaang this was a lot longer than I thought.

But I enjoyed writing it! It's 3am, so I hope it's likeable.

I'll cry if there's any typos, I did my best.

TW- Panic attack? Not detailed.

Safety Measures

Kylo walked down the corridor keeping his pace slow. He hoped that it would give him more time to think of what to say before he approached your quarters. He always did this. Being around you made him nervous and he always had to mentally prepare himself.

It was the very early hours of the day. Everyday for the last week he would arrive at your quarters 30 minutes early and remain slouched at your table while you got ready for the work hours to begin. It was what he considered to be a "safety measure". He insisted, to which you accepted.

A few weeks back someone tried to access your quarters. It left you utterly horrified and paranoid. As was Kylo. Considerably a friend, he was more so  infuriated. This happened soon after you two began talking more, after you realized Kylo Ren was actually a human being with real emotions. Who knew. You grew closer due to this incident when you confided in him. Calling him in the middle of the night and sounding so vulnerable and scared did something to him.

Few weeks ago...

The constant beeping sounds of an incorrect code being entered repeatedly went off. Your stomach twisted and your heart tightened. Instinctively you felt like there was real danger. Your datapad was just beside you and you quickly grabbed it, immediately calling Kylo.

"y/n I just fell asleep. If it's about your notebook, I don't know where the fuc-"

"Ren, there's someone at my door.... I don't know what to do! They have tried to enter several times." You spoke so fast in a hushed whisper that he had to process what you said for a moment.

"K-kylo, are you there?" Your voice began to audibly shake and your breaths got faster and heavier.

Kylo's stomach dropped and he was suddenly pumped with adrenaline. You could hear a ton of shuffling on his end as he grabbed his clothes and put them on in just minutes.

"y/n, breathe. Go to the refresher and keep the door locked, I'm coming. You'll be okay. You need to tell me your code."

You told him and immediately ran to the refresher, breaking down and supressing your sobs with one hand. The beeps were still going off and you were breathing so hard you felt like passing out. Kylo stood for a moment and tried to hear your reply but there was just quiet sobbing. His eyes glazed over and he bit the inside of his cheek.

"I'm going to run, okay? You know I can run fast, right? I'll go as fast as I can, so don't you worry. I'll be there in just 3 minutes tops, okay? y/n, I'll be right there. Count, if I'm late then I owe you whatever you want. I need to hang up now."

That was the last thing he said. He too was panicking and wanted to just calm you down.

And he was right. 2 minutes and 45 seconds exact, sweaty and breathing hard.

When he entered the room he called for you in which you popped your head out from the refresher door. You remember his frantic state and how quickly he went to you, moving you to sit on your bed while pestering you with questions of who you think it may be or whatnot. You obviously didn't know and were too dizzy to talk. Kylo just decided on grasping your hand while you layed down. All the life in you was sucked out from that panic attack and you just wanted to sleep. With Kylo there, it felt safe to.

Everytime you would enter or leave your quarters it was nerve wracking- someone could be out there just waiting. It made you horrified. You would often come into meetings with bags under your eyes or would start to fall asleep on the table, or both.

So that brings us back to now, Kylo standing in front of your door to do his daily gentlemanly duty of walking to work with you. Of course your lock was changed. It looked more like Kylo's since he is of a higher rank. It would be impossible to break in. Hopefully.

He typed in your code and stepped in, doors closing and automatically locking behind him. Kylo stood there, hands clasped in front of him, and watched you. You were just finishing up your hair when you made eye contact with him through the mirror. You smiled before looking down to avoid his gaze. A blush started to spread over your cheeks and you quickly got up and went to the refresher, your back against the door as you took deep breaths.

Kylo smirked while he walked over to your table and sat down, one leg bent while the other stretched out. He started at the door patiently until you exited. You've been strange for a few days and it was so obvious; he found it cute.

You looked him over for a moment.

"What are you getting cozy for? Can we go or.." You raised an eyebrow and went to grab your ID. 

"You didn't tell me what you wanted." He stood and walked over to you causing you to take a sharp inhale.

"You said you owed me if you arrived late, Ren, and you were early. I don't want to have this conversation again." You looked up at him and tilted your head to the side. What he wanted was just an excuse to get you something. If he did it without some sort of reason, it would be weird.

"Safety. You want more safety." He furrowed his eyebrows and moved his jaw

Your jaw dropped and you slammed your ID onto the dresser, stepping closer to him and poking a finger in his chest. 

"You said you'd never look inside my head without my permission!"

He scoffed and swatted your hand away which only made you angrier.

"Besides that, you want safety. I come here every single day and added a whole new security system to your door- and you want more safety?"

You put your arms up and let them fall down to your sides with a flop.

"Oh well I'm SORRY Mr. Tall and Scary Tough Guy, but I have every right to be paranoid because if any-" Kylo cut you off, now just as angry as you are. He stepped closer to you causing you to instinctively take steps back, your back hitting the wall and your mouth snapping shut.

"What more do you want!?"

Oh. He's really mad.

Your eyes glazed over and your lip quivered. You felt horrible for not being grateful. He did so much for your safety and just wanted you to choose one material thing and you couldn't. All you wanted was more safety. But Kylo didnt understand your thoughts. More specifically, him. You wanted to be with him not just because he made you feel secure, but you had real feelings for him.

"y/n..."

Kylo shifted closer and his boots touched yours. He put his hands on your shoulders and slowly moved them down to your forearms.

"Can you look at me?"

His voice was so calming. He was so angry before and now it was soft enough to make you want to sleep.

You looked up at him, eyelashes and cheeks wet. His eyes searched your face as he fought the urge to wipe your tear stained cheeks. Maybe that would be going too far. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"What is it that you want. For safety." He was looking into your eyes now, you doing the same to him.

You couldn't say it out loud. The last few times you were together were definitely strange. Closer contact and such, but this is a lot further. I mean, your chests were like less than a foot apart. Maybe he should just pick it out of your head, you'd rather that.

But instead you remained silent. You moved closer to him. Your eyes left his and searched his face, over all the beauty marks, his scar, his eyebrows and nose and..

Lips.

You looked in his eyes again and he too flicked his eyes back to yours. He pursed his lips and gulped, sharply inhaling as he slid his ungloved hands down your forearms where they were rested and to your hands. Neither of you looked away and you found yourselves moving closer. His hair was touching your forehead and you could smell his cologne. Wait, since when? Anyway. He moved forward to close the gap, lips barely touching yours. He was waiting for you, and you were impatient.

You smiled and moved on your toes to stand tall. His hands tightened on yours and you nervously chewed the inside of your lip.

"It's you... stupid." You whispered.

He was dumbfounded and so many other things. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He settled on just staring at your lips that were inches from his.

"I'm going to kiss you." He whispered and breathed out.

He grabbed your cheeks and kissed you tenderly, lips moving softly in sync with one another. You stumbled for a moment but were caught by one of his arms wrapping around your waist. You moved one of your hands to his arm that gripped your face and smiled, the other in his hair. He tightened his grip and kissed you harder but soon realized he needed to breathe. He slowly moved back, his hot breath fanning over your face before he pushed his hair back with one of his free hands. Your head was tilted down, hiding your dumb smile from him. He cleared his throat and you looked up.

"It looks like work hours just began, you're late. I can let it slide this time." He picked up your ID card and placed it in your hands, slowly walking backwards to the door and smirking as he wanted for you to follow. Your jaw dropped.

"Excuse me? I take it back, I don't want you. I want something else." You huffed and marched after him.

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[hpimaginesandblurbs]

just angry smut with cedric.

pairing: cedric diggory x reader 

warning(s): 18+, rough sex, dirty talk, semi public, hair pulling, daddy kink 

a/n: this isn’t angry per se but definitely rough. also i know a lot of people aren’t into the daddy kink but i like it so it’ll pop up from time to time in my work. definitely include it in your requests if you want it because most of the hp men are, in fact, daddy. 

You were patiently waiting outside of the Hufflepuff locker rooms for the team to leave, biding your time until you got to go in and see your boyfriend, Cedric. They had just lost their first game of the year and you knew how angry he would be. This was his first year as Captain and he had worked the team to the bone to try and secure the win but it just wasn’t good enough today. 

When six members of the team shuffled out with their heads down, you knew it was bad. You immediately walked in once the last member left, not even sparing them a second glance. 

“You played great today,” you said casually as you walked around the corner, finding Cedric sat on a bench, his Quidditch jersey thrown hastily to the side with his head in his hands. He gave you a sarcastic chuckle back in reply, clearly not buying into the compliment. “What do you need from me right now?” You asked him gently, coming up behind him and slowly massaging his tense shoulder. 

He let out a groan and threw his head back, looking up at you. You could see the frustration in his eyes and you just wanted to take that away. 

You slowly let your hands trail down his bare chest, gently massaging your way down as you bent over further to place kisses on his neck. He bared his neck to you, giving you more room to work and completely relaxed into you. You knew your man well. Predictably, he just needed a good fuck to get it out of his system. 

“You know…,” you started, hands trailing down further to the band of his pants, “we’re alone in here. You could just… take me up against one of these lockers,” you suggested. 

After that, he moved far faster than you expected. He grabbed one of your wrists and pulled you around the bench, backing you up until your body slammed into one of the lockers. His lips were immediately on yours. Rough kisses that were mostly tongue and teeth but they were lighting you on fire. 

The hands that were on your hips spun you around so quickly that you had to stick both hands out to make sure your face didn’t crash into the metal. You could hear shuffling behind you and then you felt your dress being hitched up and your panties being pushed to the side. 

You were so wet from his manhandling that it didn’t take long for him to ease his cock all the way inside of you and start pounding into you, and that’s when the words started falling out of his mouth. 

“My filthy fucking girl coming in here and just wanting to make Daddy happy. So fucking good for me. Letting me beat her little pussy,” He got out in between grunts, his word choice making you drip with arousal. 

“Daddy, please, harder,” you begged, coaxing him into fucking you like he really needed to. 

His thrusts only increased with intensity, hitting so deep inside of you that with every thrust you chest slammed against the lockers. Your eyes rolled back in your head when he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him. 

The anger in his eyes was unmatched, but you could see the lust he held for you behind the fire. You could tell you were giving him everything he needed and that made this all so worth it for you. 

“This hard enough for you?” He bit out, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Yes Daddy,” you whimpered. The severe arch in your back was sure to leave it sore, but the way he was hitting your g-spot was making you moan louder with every deliberate thrust. 

“Such a good girl letting me fuck you like this. You’re just what Daddy needs. Everytime,” he praised despite the situation you found yourselves in. “Cum for me. I need to feel it,” he said through gritted teeth, holding back his own orgasm to make sure you got there. 

It only took you one, two, three more deep strokes until you were cumming around his cock, your walls milking him until he released inside of you. His forearms came down around your head, absolutely surrounding you with his body while he slowed his hips down to slow rolls to ride both of your orgasms out. 

When he finally stopped, the room was silent besides the both of you trying to catch your breath. His body was so close to yours, so warm and large that it made you melt into him. He looped an arm around your waist and pulled you close as he pulled out, letting his cum drip into the lace of your underwear. 

“Thank you. I needed that,” he admitted quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 

“I know. And besides, I meant what I said. You did play great today, Daddy.”

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[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

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Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #FINALLY #took me a month to gain motivation and inspiration back!!!

[whoreshijima]

Needy Kuroo

CW// daddy kink, car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, reader cries

Needy Kuroo who messages you in the late hours of the night, telling you he misses your kisses and touch, even though he only just left your apartment a few hours ago.

Needy Kuroo who only a few minutes after the original message, is calling to let you know he’s outside your apartment, telling you to go for a drive with him with a shit eating grin spread across his face.

Needy Kuroo who sees you walking towards his car, scrambling out to pull you into a tight hug, holding you close as he presses his lips to yours in a passionate, heated kiss. Struggling to pull away as he realises his engine is still running and in the middle of the road.

Needy Kuroo, opening your car door and strapping you in before running to his side and driving around under the city lights and the stars. Placing his large and determined hand on the bare skin of your thigh that pokes out under your skirt, rubbing and pinching patterns into it. Ever so slightly sneaking up to your panties, toying with the lace that sits pretty atop your cunt.

Needy Kuroo, even though he just had sex a few hours ago, pulling your panties to the side with one hand and dances his fingers over your clit as he drives, focusing on the roads ahead of him as if doing this was nothing. Fingers expertly rubbing tiny circles against your swollen clit, gathering the slick that pools at the entrance of your pussy, sliding a finger in with ease.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Can’t wait for daddy to fuck you huh? Do you want me to pull over? Ride daddy’s cock, yeah?”

Needy Kuroo who speeds the car up slightly at you begs for more, hearing your whimpers and whines as he pushes his fingers in and out of you and rubbing messily over your clit. Pulling into the first parking lot he can find, parking in the dark corner and cutting the engine, his eyes meeting yours blown out with lust and need.

Needy Kuroo, pushing his seat as far back as he can, helping you climb across the centre console and gets you settled into his lap, knees either side of his thighs. Large hands finding the sides of your face as he pulls you in for a messy kiss, spit dripping down your chin and teeth occasionally clashing as you mewl into his mouth, catching his groans as you push your pussy onto his hardening dick beneath his sweats.

Needy Kuroo who can’t wait any longer as he’s shuffling his sweats and boxers down his thighs, letting his throbbing cock, red and leaking spring against his stomach. The way he lets out a choked moan as you wrap your fingers around it, gathering the precum at the swollen head, flicking your wrist to feel him twitch and buck his hips up at the touch.

Needy Kuroo just having to take over, lifting your hips up, fingers curling around your panties and pulling them to the side. As he pushes his cock inside you, your hips pushing down on his, there’s little resistance, ripping a moan from your throat, dropping your head to his shoulder.

Needy Kuroo gives you a minute to adjust to him inside you, feeling you clench and throb around him as you get used to his cock pressing against your cervix. Eventually starting to guide your hips up and down his length, letting his bottom lip hang open as he feels your slick gummy walls swallow him everytime you drop your hips down.

Needy Kuroo not being able to get enough of your body, feeling you and grabbing at anything he can. Kneading and pinching your ass as you bounce on him, hips jerking as a large hand comes down to spank you, grinning at how you ask him to do it again. Tiny hands scratching at his biceps and shoulders as you throw your head back.

Needy Kuroo who’s had enough of your shallow riding, desperate to fuck you how he wants. No needs. Grabbing your hips with a harsh grip to keep you still, pistoning his hips up in heavy and fast thrusts, grunts leaving his kiss swollen lips as he presses deep inside you. Kuroo feeling your impending orgasm as you twitch and clench around him, sucking him back in every time he pulls out.

Needy Kuroo, telling you to touch yourself. To rub that little clit until you’re gushing around him, leaking all over his lap and cock. Loving how you scratch at his skin, begging to be filled up, whimpering for more at the same time of crying that it’s too much. Kuroo growing even harder, if that was possible, by seeing tears flow down your face.

Needy Kuroo who can’t help but cum when you call him daddy, whining for your daddy to slow down, but he knows you can take it. He knows you want more, nothing more than a dumb slut who wants his cum deep inside her. The way you milk him for every last drop he has, greedily trying to keep it inside you as he pulls out, collapsing against his chest and breathing heavy.

Needy Kuroo who holds you tight against his own heaving body, promising you that you did so good for him, that he’s so proud of you for taking all his cum. Melting at the way you nuzzle into his warmth, pawing at his chest and nodding sleepily as he tells you to sleep, that he’ll wake you up soon and take you home.

Needy Kuroo who feels so lucky to have you as you drift asleep in his arms.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!! #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x yn #kuroo smut #hq kuroo #kuroo x y/n #Haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x yn #Haikyuu x reader

[drakenology]

“what that mouth do?” - w/ random haikyuu boys. because I dont know all the team names yet.

ft. bokuto, aakashi, kageyama & asahi

🎵 inspo song 🎵

warnings: oral sex (fem!receiving), cussin’, d+ddy kink, exhibitionism?, slight overstim, spit (yall know me), use of kitten in asahi’s sowwy, dash of somnophilia, a pinch of “cunt”

bokuto (mine)

i feel like bokuto would be the type to just get straight to it.

and believe you me he is a messy eater.

the whole room would be filled with sounds of him slurping and sucking all over your pussy

loves eating it from the back to prep you for the brutally beautiful backshots he’s about to bestow upon you.

also just loves your ass in his face.

fingers you and eats you out at the same time. (demon)

will tongue kiss you when he’s done to make you taste yourself.

talks about eating pussy to his teammates alll day. (much to their dismay)

he just loves eating pussy.

pussy eating experience: 10/10.

bokuto laid on the bed like a sniper with his sights on his target between your legs, hands resting on both thighs to keep you nice and spread for him. his tongue glides over your plush folds, poking and prodding at your entrance as his pretty eyes lock onto your face.

fuck, you were so beautiful like this; face scrunching up with every swipe of his tongue. you whimper as his fingers dive deep into your dripping sex, slurping noises ringing in your ears as he took your clit between his soft lips. you were blinded by pleasure, incoherent sentences flowing out of your lips of how good he was eating you right now.

bokuto nods, a cheeky “mhm.” sending you into a daze. your legs quiver and vibrate around poor bokuto’s head as you cum violently on his tongue. Even as your thighs are squeezing him to death he’s still licking you, riding you through your high and straight to yet another. Your back arched, your fingers entrapping into bokuto’s hair as you try and escape his killer grip on your hips.  “fuuuck, baby!” you cry, sobbing at the assault on your oh-so-sensitive pussy. bokuto can’t get enough of seeing you this way; begging and crying for him to stop. part of him loves your desperate pleas, relishing in every little jumbled swear you let out. 

aakashi (also mine)

another one who devours the pussy.

absolutely insatiable

will eat you anywhere... like anywhere

and will go all out on purpose so others could potentially hear you moan for him eek!

likes to 69 so your pretty mouth pleases him while he pleases you

high-key likes it when you get so tongue dumb that you can’t even focus on sucking his dick. 

loves to praise you; could literally write an essay about how good your pussy tastes

he’s just a damn demon ok?

you’re out trying on cute little dresses for aakashi; short ones to tease him when you go out. you smirk as you watch his face flush, loving the way he looked at you with such hunger. your panties soak at the thought of what he was going to do to you when you got home; what he might do when he sees you all dressed up pretty and ready to go out with your friends.

as you go to change out of the dress you tried on to put your clothes back on, aakashi rushes into the dressing room and pushed you inside. he doesn’t say a word, his feral eyes speaking every filthy desire for him. he kissed you, so hard you both stumble into the wall. clothes molted off your bodies quickly, aakashi lightly pushing you down onto the bench following you down. in an instant you spread your legs for him, panties wearing a wet spot as aakashi moans at the sight.

his lips are on you before you can even speak, a long, sloww drag of his tongue over your panties turning your thoughts to mush. aakashi rests your legs onto his shoulders as he kneeled in front of you as if eating you was a privilege. slowly he peeled your panties off to the side, looking up at you with those fucking eyes of his. he leaves these sloppy kisses all over your sopping wet pussy that were so intoxicating that you completely forget you’re in public with all the noise you start to make.

your slick mixed with his spit dripped down your ass and all over the bench as aakashi traced circles on your clit, leaving only to dip his tongue inside to really taste you. your breathing seemed to stop as you hold back your whimpers, catching your lip between your teeth as he pushed you down to your end. “yess. you taste so good, love. give me more.”

Kageyama (psh.. buckle up)

closet freak

mr. tobio likes to tease a lot

loves when you beg for him

in fact it’s mandatory that you beg for him

will not stop until you cum at least twice and even then you’re pulling him off you

leaves little hickies on your thighs as a reminder of how good he makes you feel everytime he revists your pussy.

Kageyama comes home late at night; a celebration of another successful game still lingering on his breath (probably from drinking all night). He stumbles inside, eager to claim his prize. Tobio shuffled into the bedroom you share to see you sleeping soundly, stomach flat on the bed and your perfect ass sitting right up as if to greet him.

He practically drools seeing you like that all but fully clothed, the only thing covering your body was one of his jerseys. You looked good enough to eat. Kageyama crawls on top of your sleeping body, trying to nudge you awake all to no avail as you snore away completely unaware of the savage beast leaning over you. He starts kissing your body, whispering your name to stir you awake as he trailed down to your ass giving it the biggest kiss so far.

“wakey wakey...” he whispers, snapping the waistband of your panties with his thumb, taking two loving fingers to prod at your clothed cunt. you stir, moaning as he moved you to lay completely flat on the bed. “there she is..” he smiles, looking at your half sleeping face. “T-Tobii. What time is it?” You whine, reaching for your phone only for him to pull you to the edge of the bed. “Doesn’t matter. Bend over.” Tobio groaned, drinking in your body as he prompts you to lay down with your ass up. You bite your lip, doing as your told.

“You’re in a good mood. You guys won?” You ask, eyes closed as he kissed your thighs, licking just below your now aching pussy. He was so needy for you, words only slowing the process of him getting what he wants. He doesn’t even answer your question, only thing he used his mouth for was to devour the woman who lay bent over for him.

Kageyama pulled your panties down about half way, just to get to your cunt as quickly as humanly possible. He prods at your folds, taking in the taste of your sweet juices as he moaned into you. You shudder, leaning into the bed to muffle your noise.

His hands explored your lower half, focusing on grabbing your ass and caressing your thighs then refocusing his attention on sticking his tongue deep inside you; just drunk on your body. You’re quickly reduced to a moaning mess, the massaging of his big hands along with the intense make out session on your pussy was just doing it for you. Tobio lost all composure.

Your pussy was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him or maybe that’s just how it felt. Not a single spot of you wasn’t touched, filthy sounds of him tonguing you down caused you to utter filither things back.

“Tobiii!” You sob into the pillow, almost completely sure you’re crying. You start shaking, arching your back to get him to go deeper somehow, telling him you’re soo fucking close. Keep going, don’t stop, you urge him. He obliged happily, suckling on your clit and sinking his slender fingers inside you in such a way that caused you to boil over as fast as you could dig your nails into the sheets. You feel your slick drip down your leg, Kageyama pulling away from your leaking pussy to lick up your thighs not wanting a drop to go to waste.

fuck.. i’m hot.. i’m hot.

Asahi

huge slut for foreplay, he just wants to make you feel good

eating you out is now second nature to him

it’s kinda scary how quickly he’s learned your body; what to do and what not to do

ways to get the faucet running smoothly, ya know?

loves when you pull his hair, it’s like a sign he’s got you going crazy for him.

probably the one to stop eating you to get his dick in there, soooo needy.

Something about seeing you in a skirt just makes Asahi want to tear you apart. So when he comes home to you getting dressed to go out with your girlfriends he froze. Not only did you wear a skirt but you also had the nerve to put on some thigh high socks with it. Wherever you were going didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was getting his face in between those thigh highs.

Asahi takes you by the hand and pulled you away from the bathroom sink, kissing you with sheer lust and passion. Even though your friends were blowing up, call after call falling on deaf ears you didn’t fucking care. You kissing your boyfriend became the only thing that seemed right. Fuck going out to be honest. Asahi whisked you away to the bedroom, laying you carefully over the bed. He crawled on top of you with this starved look on his face, as if he’d never taste you again.

“A-Asahi, I’m gonna be late.” You say, being completely ignored by Asahi. Whatever it was you said though didn’t matter, his hands running up your thighs and lifting up your skirt. You’re flushed, looking down at him as he pulled your panties off in one fell swoop.

“This will be quick, promise. I just have to have you, kitten.” Asahi chokes out, eyeing your pussy. He was usually the calm one; the one who brought you to beg for him but now he’s practically aching to taste you. And so he does, diving deep into your pussy with his tongue. Any rationality left your thinking, the sensation the only thing making sense to you right now.

Asahi now has your thighs pressed into your chest, spread just enough to lick your sweet cunt. Your knees cover half your face as you practically drool on them, his mouth working it’s magic all over your most sensitive spots. He takes his thick fingers and slides them inside with easy feat (its the wap for him.), causing your thighs to quiver. Your eyes roll back as you try holding your legs open for him, thighs quivering as Asahi makes it harder to do so.

“fuuuck, asahii!” you mewl, eyes crossing at every stroke of his tongue; every pump of his fingers. Asahi swore and pulled away, sloppily kissing you with his wet lips.

“I lied. I won’t be quick.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu asahi #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu kageyama