#if she just told me ‘hey this sounds fucking awful!’ i could have fixed it!! what the fuck!!!

[mydearlybeloathed]

I loved your fic where the reader is Sanji's little sister!! I could do more of this but with something more angst? (I'm crazy about angst, forgive me 😭😭😭)

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you would have thought your birthday would keep zeff and sanji from bickering—well, you thought wrong.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sanji x littlesister!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pre-opla, reader is sixteen atm, swearing, reader is at the end of her rope

𝐚/𝐧: you're forgiven anon i also enjoy my fair share of angst 🥰

Turning sixteen had never been so awful for anyone in the entire world. You felt for certain of that.

The water of the sea lapped at your bare feet, dangling off the docks of the Baratie. Silence sat over everything, the moon hung high above you. You kicked at the water, angry at it for some reason, and scoffed at the face of the world.

You swore that if you listened hard enough, you could still hear Sanji and Zeff fighting all the way in the kitchens. The sound of their shouting had driven you out here into the fresh sea air, but it hardly helped the frustration welling up in your gut.

When you heard the footsteps coming up behind you, half of you hoped it was Sanji, coming to apologize and wish you a happy fucking birthday. 

You peered over your shoulder to find Patty looming over you, a plate in hand. “Hey, kid.”

“Hi,” you murmured, slouching back over as he knelt down beside you. 

You glanced over as he set the plate beside you, grinning a bit at the slice of cake. “How’s the birthday?”

Scoffing, you said, “Shitty. Per usual.”

Patty pursed his lips, sighing out his frustration, cursing the two idiots who’d driven you out here on your birthday. Still, he looked out at the sea, and told you, “He’s looking for you.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“Zeff is too.”

“They took a break from their precious bickering?” You couldn’t help but roll you eyes. “I’m frickin’ honored.”

The chef nudged your shoulder before rising to his feet. “Come on. It’s getting cold.”

You hugged your legs, having no intention of moving. “I’ll freeze.”

“Aww, don’t go all moody teen on me.” Patty half grinned. “I’m barely surviving Sanji.”

Turning your face away from him, you fought down the tears welling up in your eyes. “Go away, Patty.”

The longest moment past, before his footsteps retreated back into the Baratie, and you were left alone. Another birthday down the drain. And all you’d wanted was to spend time with your little family.

જ⁀➴

Patty walked back into the kitchen, brows taut and frown evident. He threw open the doors and glared at the young blond boy who whipped around.

“We’re not rea—”

“Your plan didn’t work,” Patty snapped. “She’s pissed.”

Zeff appeared from around the corner. “So she’s not coming?”

Patty deadpanned, somehow fighting the urge to slap him, if only because Zeff was his boss. “No. She’s not coming.”

Sanji and Zeff turned to each other, each donning an expression of awkward guilt. Sanji sighed. “We messed up.”

“No kiddin’,” Zeff scoffed.

And Patty rolled his eyes, moving to finish setting up this little party. “I’ll finish up.” He glared over at Sanji. “You go fix this.”

“Why me?” Sanji had the nerve to ask. 

“She’s your kid sister!” Patty gritted out. “And this was your bright idea! Let’s start fighting even though we know it makes her sad so we’ll have time to throw a surprise! Yeah, great idea. Now she’s wallowin’ on the docks.”

Your brother’s face fell, the image painted for him flashing across his eyes, and he hated it. This was a bad idea, after all. He’d just wanted to surprise you, but you were too quick for that these days. Sanji thought it’d be fine… “Shit.”

He was halfway through throwing off his apron when Zeff dropped everything and beat him to it. He set a heavy hand on Sanji’s shoulder and shoved him back toward the half decorated cake. “I’ll handle it. Just don’t fuck up the cake with yer shaky hands.”

Sanji stumbled into the counter, eyes narrowed, but he didn’t bother arguing. So Zeff trudged out of the kitchen, face sullen, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to console a teenage girl.

He’d figure it out, he hoped. He was a pirate after all, and pirates don't get scared. Then he stepped out into the midnight air and spotted you swinging your legs off the dock.

Pirates don’t get scared. Except, maybe, of their upset daughters.

You heard him before you saw him, tensing up as the sound of Zeff’s peg leg hobbling up behind you. You didn’t say a word and stared out at the crisp black waters, not knowing why he even bothered as he plopped himself down beside you, moving your untouched plate of cake to the space behind you.

“Hey, Pip,” he started, testing the waters.

“‘Sup.” You were irritated, that’s for sure, but not completely shut off. If you wanted him to go, you’d have said so already, or punched him or jumped into the water or something like that. Zeff didn’t pretend to understand youth these days. Typically, your silence was a good sign.

If Zeff knew you at all, and he ought to after all these years, he’d wager you didn’t want to be alone at all.

His peg leg kicked up some water, disturbing the peace. “You cold?”

It was the warmest night the sea had seen in some time, and he expected you to snap back that it was a stupid question. But you just shifted away and muttered, “Nope.”

Maybe you weren’t as open to talking as he’d thought.

“Listen,” he huffed. “I’m sorry. We both are. It’s just, you know how he gets…”

Your sudden glare shut him up, the set in your jaw a tad bit worrying. “I know how he gets, Zeff. But I still wouldn’t throw a pan at him on your birthday.”

Touche. 

Zeff grimaced. Maybe he overdid it a bit. “Yeah, I’m sorry ‘bout that.”

“Whatever.” You started to tug at your hair, and Zeff noticed how you’d ditched the ol’ pigtail braids. Now, your hair was pulled back into a single braid a bit on the messy side. There was a white ribbon tying it off. 

His stare turned an odd sort of soft, one you didn’t catch often. You glanced up at him quickly, unnerved. “What?”

Zeff didn’t answer right away, choosing to instead take a breath and savor this moment. But you grew impatient, eyes narrow. “What is it, Zeff? Have I got somethin’ on my face?”

Oh, how to explain. How was Zeff to explain just what he thought of you?

You’d surely grown from the little demon who’d bitten him and left a nasty scar on his arm—grown into not so much a demon, but a woman with just the same fire. On odd days he longed for the times when you were small and thought the world of him. When you would come to him for anything and everything. 

When you slipped up and called him “Dad.”

That never happened anymore. You were careful now.

You were growing too fast. If he could hide how awful the world was from you, he would, but it was too late. You were giving up on learning the ways of a chef and instead leaning toward waiting tables, learning to pickpocket like a seasoned criminal when you thought no one was watching. And with every passing day Zeff could see that starvation for something more grow brighter and brighter.

Sometimes he wondered if allowing you to work in his restaurant had been a mistake—he had a rule against women working in such a dangerous establishment as his could be, after all—but you were long past the age of listening to a word Zeff had to say. You and Sanji were alike in that manner.

Zeff shook his head. How did he explain how he had thought he’d been so strong until the day you’d come red faced to him, no older than nine, with just a skinned knee. You weren’t crying, not ever letting a tear fall, but you wanted to, he saw it in your eyes. 

The former captain of the Cook Pirates had felt so strong until he had no clue how to fix what was wrong. 

Zeff hated kids. He hated them, but you and that eggplant of a boy had become exceptions. The pair of you, as frustrating as you could be, had weaseled your way into the old man’s heart. He thinks he’d do just about anything for you, specifically.

How could Zeff begin to explain how much it scared him that his daughter was getting older?

“Zeff?”

“Sorry,” he said. “Got lost a bit.”

You lowered your gaze and shifted, reaching behind you to pick up the cake. There was a singular bite taken out of it. You messed around with the fork. “Patty made this?”

Zeff nodded. “Think so.”

“It’s good. You could do better,” you grinned, setting the plate back down. You’d finish it off later; you never dared to waste food. 

“Yeah?” Zeff chuckled. “Probably.”

You kicked at the water again. “I haven’t decided if I forgive you yet.”

“As expected. Just don’t take too long.” After a moment of thought, and an observation at how you returned to your surly demeanor, he made a decision. “We’ve got somewhere to be.” Zeff turned away the moment you whipped your head around to give him that curious look of yours. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, skeptical.

“Can’t say. It’s a surprise.” He rolled his eyes. “Sanji’s been insistent on a surprise for days. You’re too nosey to keep secrets from, so we needed to get you out of the kitchen…”

He waited for the realization to sink in, and then you were punching his arm with a gasp. “No way! No way you were faking! You’re the worst!” You couldn’t decide between being angry or amused, letting out a laughing scoff at their complete idiocy. “I was about to cry, you bastards!”

Zeff couldn’t help it. He laughed—no, cackled whilst he gently blocked your tiny fist. “Language, Pipsqueak.”

You raised your middle finger and fought hard to hide your growing smile. “I don’t believe you. You’re just covering for yourselves. That fight was real.”

“Or we’re just that skilled at actin’,” he countered. He did admit that after a minute the argument was more real than not. “It was his idea.”

“Zeff.”

“We meant well.” He rerouted his defense. “He’s been going on and on ‘bout this surprise—”

“That you’ve now spoiled.”

“I had to! I wasn’t gonna deal with his moping when you never showed.” You started to protest, making him scoff. “You weren’t gonna show. You’re stubborn.”

You huffed, lunging over to scoop up the sea and splash it in Zeff’s face. The old man sputtered before he reached out a hand and pushed you into the water with barely a shove. You squealed and sank under the water, coming up gasping as thinly veiled hilarity broke past your anger.

Flapping around in the water, you gaped up at Zeff as he wheezed, barely able to get enough air through his laughter. Your own laugh bubbled out of you. “What the fuck, Zeff?”

“You–you started it!” He was still catching his breath, eyes crinkled. “Didn’t mean to push you in.”

Like you believed him. Rolling your eyes, you held out a hand and awaited your rescue. The old man stood to his mismatched feet and gripped your wrist, hoisting you up. You were airborne for at least three seconds with the momentum of his pull, giggling as your feet touched the dock again. 

“I should tell Sanji you ratted him out,” you mused as the night air hit you, shivers running up and down your spine. 

“You won’t,” he said, though there was a slight hope in his eyes that you really were bluffing. You were, of course. As much as you fought with Sanji, you would never dare to ruin his fun—and if planning a surprise for you was fun for him, so be it.

“I won’t,” you agreed. “But I should.”

You started back into the Baratie, crossing your arms tightly to condense what was left of your body heat. Zeff fell into step beside you, his chef’s coat draped over your shoulders not a second later. Stepping inside wasn’t an escape from the cold; if anything, the chill grew worse. 

As much as you hated being cold… you were curious as to what Sanji had cooked up. 

So you braved the frigid walk through the empty dining room, weaving in and out of tables and chairs, and rushed ahead of Zeff to enter the kitchen first. You gave the doors a shove and came face to face with a platoon of balloons bobbing around the ceiling. 

Little purple flowers poked out of various crystal glasses. A sweet smell filled the room. You froze in the doorway, taking it all in, and noticed Sanji at the counter, finishing off the icing on a small cake. He glanced up and blew his hair out of his face, a smile splitting onto his face when he saw you.

“Pip!” His eyes ran you up and down, confusion clouding his blue eyed gaze. “What happened to you?”

You let out a huff and slipped your arms into the too big coat. “Went for a swim.”

Zeff chuckled suspiciously and swept toward the cake, inspecting it briefly. “Just like I said. The icing’s uneven.”

Sanji threw down the icing. “It is—”

“Stop!” you shouted. “I swear.”

That shut them up, each of them rolling their eyes. Children, you thought. Taking another look around, a little smile grew on your face. “Is it someone’s birthday?”

For a moment, Sanji’s confidence faltered, as if he was really questioning what day it was, before he caught your sly grin and relaxed. “Only yours, so I really don’t know why I bothered with all this.”

“Ouch,” you laughed. The kitchen was empty save for you, Zeff, and Sanji. It reminded you of quiet nights similar to this one, back when the Baratie was in its early years. Back when Zeff and Sanji didn’t fight as much as they did now. 

In the gentle quiet to follow, you did admit: growing older wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. 

You blinked and Zeff had lit a candle and poked it into the top of the cake, causing Sanji to grumble at how he’d messed up the swirl design he’d crafted. Zeff ignored him and bumped your shoulder. “Too old to make a wish?”

“As if.” You were almost offended he’d asked, leaning forward to blow out the candles, squeezing closed your eyes and uttering a wish in your head. When you were done, Sanji gave you a questioning look.

“So? What was it?”

Every year he asked, and every year you shook your head. “Can’t say. It’ll break the magic.”

The night grew old, as night always does, and it aged with laughter and thrown icing and sleepy eyes, before it died to make way for the sun. And by then, you and Sanji were passed out on piles of flour sacks, side by side and snoring in tune. 

The Baratie was to open in five hours. In one hour, the chefs would file in to prepare for the breakfast run. For now, though, there was peace as Zeff pulled up a stool to the countertop and observed the pair with increasing, sickening fondness. 

The plan had never been to raise two of the possibly most difficult children on the seas… but now that you weren’t children anymore, there was a significant amount of pride welling up in Zeff’s chest.

He knew neither of you were destined to remain at the Baratie all your lives. To keep you there was to imprison you. Someday, you and Sanji would leave this place, and Zeff could only hope it wouldn’t be tomorrow as each day came to a close. 

And someday, a year down the road, his hope would be in vain as the next morning your annual birthday wish was granted in the form of a grand ship with the masthead of a goat—the ship that would sail you and Sanji away. 

But that was a year away, and no one knew of what fate had in store. You only knew that maybe turning sixteen wasn’t so bad.

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[boltupbitches]

Sliding in the DMs Part IX

18+ written content ahead

(I will go back and proofread for mistakes later. Don't mind them!)

The breeze danced over her shoulders as she lay on her stomach, sunbathing. The yacht was rocking gently on the water off the shore of Mykonos. The water lapped against the sides as the waves rolled gently. Overhead she could hear the faint calls of birds flying over towards the coastline. She sighed blissfully.

This vacation was greatly needed after Joey’s turbulent season. She had time off from work and decided to invite him to Greece to stay at her grandparents’ guest cottage. Joey, who had never been to Greece before, was stoked at the idea of it and asked questions non-stop about her family and her family’s home in Megara. The plan was to spend some time there and then travel to Mykonos and Athens for a few days before returning back to Megara to meet some of her cousins.

Joey was at the moment resting peacefully in the captain’s seat of the yacht, keeping a close eye for any other boats since Arty insisted on sunbathing topless for a bit.

She sighed loudly again and rolled over, making sure to have her tanning bed goggles on to protect her eyes.

Joey eyed up her tanned skin shining in the sunlight, her skin glistening from the sea breeze and sweat. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. Her breasts had goosebumps as she shivered from a particular short breeze passing through. He could see her nipples pucker up in response. 

He got out of his seat, making sure his hat was fastened over his head (the new haircut felt odd still, but he was adjusting) as he made his way over to Arty.

She perked up at the sound of him approaching and said, “Hey handsome. Come to lay with me?”

Joey smirked at that and eased down next to her with a grunt. He picked up the sun tan lotion and asked, “You need another layer?”

She nodded and sat up, taking off the goggles and reaching up to fix her bun. She watched Joey squirt the white lotion into his hands and giggled at the dirty thoughts suddenly popping up in her mind.

Joey stopped what he was doing and stared at her with an amused look. “What?”

“Nothing..” she drawed out. “It just looks an awful lot like the stuff you left on my face and chest last night..” Joey’s face goes beet red. “But I imagine it doesn’t taste as good..” She said with a smirk.

“I swear you are insatiable.” He said with frustration. “You are lucky I don’t want to get caught by the Greek coast guard for public indecency or I’d bend you over right fucking here and now, Artemis.” 

Arty held her arm out to gesture around them, “no one is close enough to see what’s going on Joey.. and nobody knows you here unlike back home. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Arty… Are you seriously telling me that you can’t wait another two hours before we make it back to land? You seriously want to fuck now?” Joey asked incredulously. 

“Yes.” She said calmly. “I think it’s already been well established that I have a high sex drive - as do you!”

Joey sighed loudly and told her, “As much as I want too, this is too risky, Artemis.” 

Arty pouted at that and said, “Fine. I get it. No sex until back on land…” She rolled over and pointed over her shoulder at her back. “Can you please get my back?”

Joey leaned over her, massaging the sunscreen into her back and her shoulders, being certain to get the back of her neck as well. After getting the upper boy done, he made his way down to her bottoms, lotioning around her bikini bottoms and down her thighs, working his way to her ankles. Arty had such beautiful, soft skin. His hands glided so smooth down her body.

(One time he commented about it and she said, “Thanks. I drink lots of water, lotion, and I got laser hair removal in some places too cause I used to grow a lot of hair. It’s the Greek in me.”

Joey almost spat his water out he was sipping when she said that. )

Arty was silent while Joey was lost in his thoughts, his hand still stroking absentmindedly on her thigh. 

“Hmm.. a little higher, baby.” Arty moaned out causing Joey to blink back into focus.

“What?”

“If you’re going to keep stroking my leg like that, move it up a little higher.” She said with an attitude.

Joey lifted his hand off her leg and got up, heading back over to the seat at the helm, calming his hormones. “You’re not getting me this time, Arty.”

“We’ll see.” She sing-songed back to him.

Joey put the boat into a light coast towards the shore and then stopped a few miles closer to shore. 

Arty was still laying on her back, when he stopped the boat. She shimmied for a moment and Joey was about to ask her what she was doing until he saw her raise her pelvis up and yank her untied swim bottoms off her. She dropped the yellow bottoms next to her and rolled over, putting her tanning goggles back on and sighing loudly.

Joey gulped as his eyes dragged down the length of her, taking in her physique and the beautiful curves of her breasts and hips.. His eyes lingering at the glistening front of pussy. She had went and waxed before their trip, insisting that she didn’t want to have her “bush on display in a yellow bikini.” Joey didn’t even challenge her on that, although he honestly didn’t care what it looked like down there most of the time. It was her body, not his, and she never made remarks about his grooming down below.

He knew Arty could feel him staring, with the smirk stretching over her face right now, he fucking knew she knew. Still, he said nothing and instead adjusted his trunks against his growing erection.

Arty took off her tanning goggles again, got up and stretched, yawning loudly with exaggeration as she then went over and leaned on the railing of the yacht, looking out over the beautiful ocean and closing her eyes as the breeze danced across her cheeks.

Joey then cleared his throat and said warningly, “Arty..”

She opened one eye and turned her head to smile at him before closing them again. “Joey.”

“Get your ass over here before someone sees you!” He demanded, flustered at the sight of her nude in the open. 

Arty ignores him and continues to take in the breeze.

“Artemis Thermopoli..” He said, beginning to rise from his seat.

“Joseph Bosa.” Arty turned back towards him fully this time and came over to him. She grabbed his hand, pulling him up with her and over to the seating lounge available to them. The roof of it covered them from the sun and gave a little more privacy.

As soon as the back of Joey’s knees made contact with the couch, she pushed into him to take a seat. He did so to avoid her tripping awkwardly over him.

As soon as he was seated, she swung one of her legs over his waist and straddled him. She wrapped her arms around him with a giggle and pressed a loud kiss to his bearded cheek. “I love you, baby.”

Joey turns to her and plants a kiss on her lips, “I love you too.” His hands dance down her sides and cup her ass, pushing her up against his growing erection. “You are so fucking bratty today.”

“And you love it.” She moans, pressing her face into the side of his neck as her hands reached down to undo his swim trunks. Her hand slipped into his trunks and gripped him at the base of his cock causing him to groan loudly. She lifted her hand out from his trunks, spit on it, and then went back in to stroke his cock with firm, jerking motions. Her hand danced up the side of it, her hand gently palming over the leaking head, and back down to the base. She kept that motion up for a while before Joey finally stopped her.

“Fuck, fuck, stop before I blow my fucking load in my trunks.” His hand gripped her rest firmly and pulled it up.

Arty kept eye contact with him as she licked her palm suggestively. “Hmmm…”

“Fuck..��� He whispered as he quickly lifted himself up a bit to shimmy his trunks down his thighs. Arty lifted up too and leaned over to grab the huge beach towel laying on the opposite seat. She draped it over them just as Joey lined himself up at her entrance.

He tapped her hip to tell her to go ahead and lower herself. She did, easing down on him with a loud moan as she tossed her head back. “Fuck.. why are you so fucking big?”

Joey chuckled with a cocky look in his eyes. “Born that way, baby.” He felt her squeeze his cock and hissed loudly. “Why are you so tight?”

“Born that way.” She teased back as she leaned into him, her chest pressed against his chest as she reached up to pull his cap off, tossing them next to him along with his sunglasses. Her one hand wrapped around his neck as the other reached up to run through his hair. 

She was panting as she picked up the pace. “F-fuck.. Joey.”

He grunted in return as his hand reached down and slapped her ass, ushering her to go faster. His other hand was gripping her hip tightly to help keep her pace going smoothly.

He could see her start to become undone after a while and then started to thrust upwards himself to help her get there, meeting her thrusts as both his hands were now holding her waist and bouncing her up and down on his cock. 

He could see tears welling in her eyes as she was becoming overwhelmed with the sensation of her orgasm building. “You gonna cum?”

She nodded her head and made a sobbing noise in return, her voice trapped by the sensations taking over her. 

“Where do you want it?” Joey asked, referring to his own release.

“I-inside me.” She said.

“Inside you?” He checked before holding her suddenly still and grinding up into her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes!” She nodded at the last part. “God Joey!”

His fingers reached down and then pressed into her clit, massaging it just how she liked it. He pinched it between to of his fingers and rolled his thumb as his cock pushed back into her deeply one last time. 

Arty dropped her head into his neck, her body almost convulsing from the sensations as her orgasm ripped through her. Her vision was white and her hearing went mute for a second before all her sensations came rushing back.

The squeezing of his cock sent Joey into his own orgasm, him holding her firmly against him as his cock pumped his release into her.

They sat there panting loudly, neither talking and just focusing on catching their breaths.

Within moments of that, Joey could hear another boat approaching their’s and cried out, “Fuck!” He quickly grabbed the discarded towel and draped it over Arty’s form, as she laid against his in exhaustion from her orgasm.

The boat slowed for a moment and an older gentleman’s voice called out, “Είναι όλα καλά? (Is everything ok?)”

Joey nudged Arty when she didn’t respond. “Hmm?”

“The dude is speaking Greek or something! Can you answer him?” He asked anxiously, not wanting to get up and move her since they were both indecent. The man walked along his boat and came into view of the two from across the boats. 

Arty lifted her head and turned towards the man with scrutinizing eyes. “Συγνώμη? (Pardon?)”

The man repeated his question with concerned eyes. 

Arty made an “Ah” noise and said, “Ναί. Παίρνω έναν υπνάκο με το αγόρι μου. Είμαστε εντάξει. Ευχαριστώ κύριε. (Yes. I am taking a nap with my boyfriend. We are ok. Thank you, mister.)”

The old man chuckled and responded, “Θυμάμαι όταν με τη γυναίκα μου κάναμε «υπνάκους» στις βάρκες μας. Να προσέχετε, κυρία. (I remember when my wife and I also took "naps" on our boats. Take care, ma'am.)”

Arty laughed loudly at that and waved at him as he returned to his boat’s helm and started it, waving at the lovers as he passed by.

“What the fuck did he say?” Joey asked in confusion but also relieved they didn’t get caught by authorities or pirates or some shit.

“Just checking if we were ok.” Arty shrugged and then slipped off him with a wince. “Can we go back now? I need a shower.” She wrapped the towel around her as Joey got up, tucking himself back in his trunks and lifting his hat up to put back on. 

“Yeah. That’s a good idea. I need a shower and maybe a nap. You look like you need one too.” He pointed out.

“Jeez… I wonder why.” She said sarcastically.

Joey picked up her discarded two piece and tossed it at her, laughing when it smacked her in the head. “Get dressed.”

“You are so lucky I’m sore as fuck and have jello legs or I’d be over there whooping you.” She threatened as he started the boat.

“Whatever. I love you.” Was all he said in return as he drove the boat back towards shore. Arty was behind him grumbling as she worked on the ties of her suit. She was either really loving post-sex or extra catty. Either way, Joey loved it and couldn’t ask for anything more - well, except for her to be his wife…

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Later that evening they were finishing a meal at her grandparents’ house, her cousins visiting to meet her boyfriend and see her. 

Arty groaned with happiness at the taste of her grandma’s moussaka and freshly made pitas. Joey next to her was trying to eat politely, but she knew he wanted to tear that shit up too like she was. He was more reserved and nervous about eating in front of her family. This was only their second night in Greece and they barely had much time their first night to do more than brief introductions.

Arty’s grandma was very loving to Joey. She reminded him a bit of his own grandma Kumerow as she hugged him and patted his cheek with affection. She spoke in a thick accent and her broken English was endearing as she spoke with him. She called him “Iosíf”, which caught him off guard. 

Arty told him, “It means Joseph in Greek. She’s a stubborn one, so the name is likely going to stick, babe.”

Joey didn’t object to it.

“Iosíf…” Mrs. Papadimitriou started, “the food..” she gestures to his plate and he looks down at it before looking back up at her in confusion. She paused, as if choosing her words carefully. “The food.. Is good, no?” 

“Umm. Yes. It is very good ma’am.” He said nervously.

“Good.” She smiled proudly. “I spend a lot of time today to cook. I love to cook and I love my family.” She reached over and placed her hand lovingly on her husband’s forearm.

Joey smiled at that. “Thank you, Mrs.. Papadimitriou?” He finished uncertainty, cringing at the thought of butchering her last name. 

Mr. Papadimitriou smiled at that and said to Arty in Greek. “Έχει καλή προφορά για έναν μη Έλληνα. Είναι επίσης δυνατός με καλούς τρόπους. Είμαι έκπληκτος που βρήκες κάποιον που μπορεί να ανεχτεί την τρέλα σου, άντε. (He has good pronunciation for a non-Greek. He's strong looking too with good manners. I am surprised you found someone who can put up with your craziness, bear.)”

“Bah!” Arty said back to her grandfather with mock-outrage. “Πολύ αστείο παππού. Τι σε κάνει να πιστεύεις ότι δεν είναι ο τρελός; (Very funny, grandpa. What makes you think he's not the crazy one?)”

Her grandfather grinned back at her. “Γιατί σε ξέρω. (Because I know you.)”

Joey looked confused between the two, hoping it wasn’t anything bad when her cousin Stefanos leaned in to say, “Don’t worry. He is teasing her about finally settling down.” His accent was not as thick as his grandparents’ or some of his other cousins. Arty had told Joey that Stefanos had spent 5 years living with him and studying in America as a teenager. Now, a young man in his early 20s, he was fluent in English, Greek, and Turkish, and worked for the Greek embassy in DC as a translation assistant.

Joey nodded at the younger man. Stefanos, since meeting him a few hours ago, was very friendly. He was glad to have someone else with him who spoke fluent English as he was nervous about Arty walking off somewhere and leaving him to flail with the language barrier. 

Stefanos had asked him about his college playing experience and his time so far in the NFL. He found that Arty’s cousin was also an avid boatmen and enjoyed the outdoors as well. He was shocked to find out that Stefanos also graduated with a 4.00 from Georgetown and even did an internship with the UN as a language translator during a summer in Cyprus. 

The more Joey got to know Arty’s family, the more he could piece together bits of her. He could see the love she showed others in her grandma’s actions. He could see her grandfather’s humor as he teased her and others at the table. He could see the desire to learn more in the eyes of Stefanos, the kid brother Arty always wanted and doted over.

In Greece, Arty was even more relaxed, her face glowing in the dimmed lights of her grandparents’ dining room as she joked with family, her hand resting comfortably on his thigh, every so often squeezing it reassuringly as her eyes would seek his house, the unspoken question, “Are you ok?” Always there.

Artemis Renee Thermopoli was the love of his life. He knew that for certain as he watched her help her grandma and aunt take dishes to the kitchen and return with trays of briki sets on it (coffee set). As she was explaining to him the difference between Greek coffee and the preparation in America, Joey’s eyes didn’t leave her face once.

Mr. Papadimitriou nudged his wife who was also watching the unaware pair. As Arty served Joey and was asking if he’d like any milk in his, Mr. Papadimitriou said, “Αυτό είναι το βλέμμα ενός ερωτευμένου άντρα. (That is the look of a man in love.)”

“Ναί (Yes).” His wife agreed happily, sipping her own coffee. 

—------------------------------------------------------------

Joey was sitting restlessly on the bench overlooking the beach on the Papadimitriou compound. He had retrieved the box from his suitcase while Arty was helping her grandma, cousin, and aunt clean up. 

He insisted on helping her, but she shooed him out, saying “my grandma will kill me if I have a non-family guest clean up. That’s not how we do things in the Papadimitriou clan.”

As he was waiting for Arty to join him, he thought over what he wanted to say. This was supposed to happen in three days while they were sight-seeing at the Parthenon. That was the plan.

Yet, Joey didn’t think he could wait that long. Not with how happy he was currently. He ran his hand over his head, sighing loudly in frustration before staring out at the ocean.

He heard steps coming down the path and turned to see Arty approaching him. She was still wearing the white cotton sundress she put on earlier. 

Joey smiled at her as she took a seat next to him. “Sorry. Once we get to talking in there, it never ends!” She sighed and leaned against him. “Did you like the food?”

Joey hmmed. “Absolutely. I’ve never eaten that much food and not felt bloated afterwards. Mediterranean cuisine is something else.”

“It is.” Said Arty, “my grandma was also a restaurant chef for years, so you’re getting extra high quality food. She’s an amazing person.”

Joey agreed. “Your family… Arty.. they’re amazing. I see so much of you in them.” 

Arty smiled softly at him. “You do? Like what?”

“Well.. I can see the love you show through care of others in your grandma. I can see your humor from your grandpa. And I can see the brashness and confidence in you that your aunt showed today.” 

Her aunt had hit on him immediately. He was surprised and Arty laughed it off, shooing her aunt off to her waiting husband.

“And I think.. I think that’s the kind of family I want to build.” He started to say, lowering himself down to kneel in front of Arty. “With you.”

She stared at him in shock. “Joey.. are you-?”

“Artemis Renee Thermopoli..” He interrupted with a smile as he pulled a box from his pocket of his shorts. “Would you do me the honors of putting up with me for the rest of your life, and be my wife?” His hands shook as he opened the box.

Inside was the biggest engagement ring - or any ring in fact - that Arty had ever seen. The ring was at least a 10 carat sapphire diamond with white diamonds surrounding it in a halo. 

Arty sat there in shock.. “Oh my god.. Joey.. I -what - wait!” She shook her head and said, “Yes, fuck - yes!” And launched into him, her lips clumsily meeting his as he almost fell backwards. He held her tightly to him as they made out passionately.

Finally, he pulled back and lifted her hand up with the hand not holding the box. He reached for the ring and slipped it on her finger (silently thanking himself that he snuck one of her regularly worn rings to get the size at a jeweler for this thing.

“Joey..” She said weepingly. “I fucking love you so much. Oh my god.” She cried into his shoulder as he held her tight with a smile on his face. “You’re making me cry too - but these are fucking happy tears.” She lifted the ring and stared at it again. The setting sun was reflecting off the diamonds and at that moment, she had never seen such a beautiful ring. 

They didn’t realize that behind them stood her grandparents, holding hands as they watched with tears at their eldest granddaughter being engaged. When Joey asked Stefanos for help in asking her grandfather for his blessing, he was eager to do so. Mr. Papadimitriou had said jokingly to Joey, “My boy… she is crazy and so must you be. Welcome to our family.” The man offered him a hug and then offered him some wine in celebration.

“Η Πένυ θα τρελαθεί όταν θα μάθει ότι έδωσες στην κόρη της άδεια να παντρευτεί.(Penny is going to go crazy when she finds out you gave her daughter permission to marry.)” Mrs. Papadimitriou sighed to her husband.

He made scoffing sound in return and said, “ίσως θα έπρεπε να επισκέπτεται τους γονείς της μια στο τόσο. Μετά μπορεί να μου κάνει διάλεξη. (Maybe she should visit her parents once in a while. Then she can lecture me.)”

Mrs. Papadimitriou rolled her eyes. “είσαι πεισματάρα σαν την εγγονή σου. (You are stubborn like your granddaughter.)”

#joey bosa fanfiction #joey bosa imagines #joey bosa imagine #sliding in the dms

[clearkidhideout]

fucked up kid

pt 2. the bonfire

y/n pov

When the bonfire starts that guy gally starts handing out jars of his "secret drink" i bet you he doesn't even know what it is. when i take a swing of the drink it burns my throat. "bloody hell, what the fuck is that". it tasted good but man did it hurt my throat. soon enough i got used to the taste and was well on my way to get a fourth cup. i stare as i walk watching the other boys including newt dance around the fire. i feel someone walk up next to me it's thomas

"hey thomas"

"hi y/n, how you holding up" he asked shyly

"pretty well actually im not even drunk yet and im on my fourth cup" i say.

He laughs "no actually, how are you i know it's only been a couple of hours but are you ok"

i stare at him "yeah im fine. being surrounded by boys is stressful but it will have to do" i give him a smile just as i feel someone yank me back by the collar of my shirt.

"for fucks sake you peice of shit" i scream at whoever yanked me back. turns out it was gally .

"hey little greenie, its a tradition of ours to fight the new green bean" he smirks at me

i just roll my eyes if he wants to fight we can fight "gally are you sure i dont want to beat your ass infront of these people" i gesture around to the other boys catching newts eyes as he shakes his head at me warning me. what the hell do they not think i can win, well ill show them.

Gally just laughs in my face " aw little girl is too scar-" was all he got out be fore i kicked him in the stomach

"for the fucking last time im not scared i dont care"

he throws me down knocking the wind out of me but not for long because i sock him in the nose just as he explains that he would end me. i hear a satisfying crunch that makes blood shoot out of his nose on to my hand which might i add was a little disgusting.

"Y/N WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO" alby runs over to me and gally yelling

"I DID NOTHING BUT FIGHT HIM CAUSE FOR FUCKS SAKE HE WANTED TO FIGHT AND HE HAD TO BLAB ABOUT BEATING MY ASS LIKE SHUT UP DIPSHIT NO ONE CARES BECAUSE I WON THE FUCKING FIGHT" i yell back

alby just looks at me in disbelief because i guess no one ver talked to him in that way which they should and he called the medjacks to take alby and fix his goddamn nose. then they brought me into this coucling room told me to sit in a chair and proceeded to agree to lock me up in what ever they call is a slammer

"you can't do that i litterally just won a fight and your locking me in a slammer what the hell is a slammer anyway" furious that they would even dare to do that.

newt says "alby she's righ-

"of course i am" i inturupt

he continues like he didn't even hear me "right we cant lock her up in the slammer because she won a fight with gally remeber minho he broke gally's arm and we let him go"

alby turns to newt and sighs pinching his nose "well what do you want me to do"

"well you could um..... you could send someone to supervise her and not let her near gally" he saind blushing a flustered

"supervise me as in babysit" it still made me pissed but ill get what i can take

just then alby looks up sharply"newt who's going to watch her. i know you on top of your job keep an eye on her"

"i have a name you know not just her its y/n and if you cant call me that dont talk" i snap back

alby looks at me "shut up y/n newt take her somewhere else out of my sight"

newts pov

bloody great i got myself into this by suggesting someone to watch her and she's mad

"what do you want"y/n snapped at me "lets go"

she turns and stomps out of the homestead even when she is mad i still think that she looks beautiful

she sits down by a log and looks at me. "am i really scary you have to keep me under your watch"

i sit down next to her " i dont think your scary just tough we need that around here maybe you could help me whip the boys back into shape"

she laughs and i make it my personal goal to make her laugh like that all the time

"you sound just like my mom" she freezes and looks at me and i have a feeling my expression matches her own

"what" i say shocked

she looks at me "what dipshit"

"its just people here dont remember their life before the glade and you do" i question her

"i dont remember anything just the important stuff. like the people i know or things that happened. i dont remember any of their names though and i dont remember what happened or how i got here " she looks at me again this time her voice is laced with a tiny bit of frusteration and confusion

"thats more than most can remember you know what your friends look like i cant even remember what my life was before all this happened" i gesture around the glade

she snorts at me " like i said before newt just important people in my life but they are like blurry pictures and its only glipses here and there, other things im not willing to share are like clear as day, and i remember you" she pauses looking shocked at what she just admitted to me

"you remember me" i ask wanting to know more

"yes, just one memory though when you asked me to come to the bonfire it reminded me of a time when you asked me to come to a party with you" she looked at me shocked again

"well glad to hear that because i think i had the same memory at that time" i smiled at her

"you liked me" she states bluntly

i was surprised "i did"

she looks at me again "damn this drink, i spilled more than i wanted to, to you and it's all because of this mother fucker right here" she shakes the drink and glares down at it which causes me to laugh

y/n pov

"i think im gonna call it a night" i say to newt

he looks at me startled "what"

"it was nice talking to you but today was stressful im tired and would like sleep so newt would you like to walk me to my bed or not" i say

"um ok"

he walks me to my bed and we exchange farewells i might not trust him but i like him enough to call him a nice aquantence

#newt x reader #newt tmr

[alondradina]

Domaystic day 2: A stash of...

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle

Rating: T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46893625/chapters/118179598#workskin

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"So… It's been a couple weeks. How are things going with Tom?" Hermione casually inquired. Her video bounced erratically until she set her tablet down on the bedside table.

Ron laughed, voice staticky over the speaker. "Yeah, does he ever leave his room?"

"Of course he leaves his room," Hermione scolded. "I meet with him in the library once a week."

"I have calc two with him," Harry offered, pretending to misunderstand Ron's question, "so that's at least twice a week."

"I never see him," Ron grumbled.

"Aw! Is ickle Ronniekins sad?" One of the twins teased.

"You don't even know who we're talking about!"

"He sure is, Forge," the other twin answered, gleefully ignoring Ron.

Harry wished Ron's camera worked. It was always hilarious when the twins got hold of people's phones.

"But why, Gred?"

"Can you guys get the fuck out of my room?!"

"His room, he says," a twin chuckled.

The other joined in. "Pretty sure his name isn't on the lease."

"Guys-"

"Now, who is this mysterious dreamboat little Ronny is so despondent to have missed?"

"Fred! That's not-!"

"Pardon me, but that is, in fact, not Fred. I am Fred."

"I don't give a fuck-!"

One of the twins tsk'ed. "Such language!"

"A shame upon our house!"

"Mother would be appalled!"

There was a loud thunk as the phone presumably fell, and then a series of scuffling noises and yelling. Then silence.

Little Ronny poo is on mute until he learns to behave himself.

But please do tell us all about your friend.

Hermione sighed. "This wasn't really intended to be a public conversation, guys. The three of us are just trying to catch up after the first few weeks of classes."

Sounded rather like gossip to us.

Harry chuckled. "Maybe a little."

So dish.

"I have a roommate, Tom Riddle, and he-"

Oh!

We've heard about him!

"You have?" Hermione questioned, her image leaning closer to the tablet.

Who hasn't heard about the poor, exiled snakey?

"Snake?" Hermione's question came at the same time as Harry's, "Exiled?"

They wouldn't let him live in the Slytherin dorm.

Harry frowned. "Why?"

You'd have to ask him. They're a tight lipped bunch.

"Harry Potter?" A querulous voice called from his door.

Harry quickly set his phone down and jogged off with a quick, "Just a sec, guys!"

"Harry? What-?"

The rest of Hermione's question was cut off as he shut the door behind him. Turning around, he smiled at the shrunken old man nervously twitching around the kitchenette.

"Hey, Dobby."

"Hello, Harry!" The grin on his wrinkled face could have lit up the room, if he didn't have cheap, yellowed dentures.

Harry couldn't help but smile in return, though. "How's it going?"

"Where are the dishes? The trash?" Dobby questioned, waving his left hand around the dorm while keeping his right on his hip. "You boys are too helpful!"

"We were told-"

Dobby made a rude noise. "I will do the cleaning for you."

"And for me?" Tom drawled, quietly shutting his bedroom door before locking it. He turned to them and raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware that you had a personal housekeeper, Harry. Lucky us."

"He isn't-!"

"Tom Riddle, you do not need help. You are a very clean boy."

"Flatterer," Tom bowed mockingly and headed for the door. He stopped, the door open just a crack, to fix Harry with a flat look. "Leave my things alone."

Harry scoffed. "I wouldn't touch anything of yours."

Tom nodded after a moment, eyes still trained on Harry's, before slowly easing the door shut.

There was a moment of silence, before Harry scuffed a foot on the wooden floor and glanced down at Dobby. "Am I not a 'very clean' boy?"

"You are teasing me," the housekeeper grumbled. Padding over to the bathroom, he sighed. "Even the bathroom is clean. What will I clean now?"

"It's really alright," Harry soothed, following Dobby over and shutting the door. "I was raised to clean up after myself. I think Tom was as well."

Dobby's answer was an unamused 'hmph' as he wandered the apartment, presumably checking it for any errant messes.

A loud shriek of "HARRY!" reminded him that he'd left the video call going. Walking backwards to his room, Harry smiled at Dobby. "Gotta get back to my friends."

The old man immediately began following him. "Is your room clean?"

"I mean, it's clean enough-"

Dobby snorted and eased himself into the room before Harry could bring himself to object.

"Who the fuck is that?" Ron's voice called.

"Language, Ronald," Hermione reprimanded sweetly. "You wouldn't want the twins to hear now, would you?"

Ron grumbled something unflattering, and Hermione turned her nose up. It might have been more effective if he could see her, but he seemed to somehow know he was pushing his luck and quickly moved on.

"So what did you go off for?"

"Went to talk to Dobby."

"What's a Dobby?"

"Honestly, Ron! Do you pay any attention-"

"Not if I can help it."

"Are these your friends?"

"Hermione," Harry pointed at her image on his phone. She waved and Dobby waved back. "And then Ron's camera isn't working, so you can only hear him."

"It is nice to meet Harry's friends," Dobby proclaimed, grinning at a giggling Hermione before nudging Harry and staring between the unmade bed and the boy. "Harry Potter."

"No one comes in here, Dobby. It really doesn't matter."

Dobby 'hmph'ed and began making the bed. Once that was done, he started a circuit around the room to organize anything even slightly out of place.

Harry sighed and glanced at his phone. Hermione was smothering her giggles with her hands.

"What's going on?" Ron demanded. "I can't see what's happening, you know. What's so funny?"

"I'll just get out of your way," Harry mumbled, escaping the housekeeper's disapproval. He sighed again and began to flop on the couch, before changing his mind and springing back up. "You guys want to see something weird?"

"I won't see shit," Ron grumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then get your camera fixed, Ronald. Otherwise stop complaining."

"You don't know-"

"Here's one!" Harry called, gladly interrupting their bickering. He pulled one of the kitchen drawers out and pointed the phone into the cavity. "Can you see it, Hermione?"

"See what?!"

"It looks like… a bunch of junk?" Hermione answered hesitantly.

Harry placed his phone on the counter and jiggled the drawer back in place. "Yeah. Just some junk."

"And we care about that, why?"

"It's Tom's junk. He has little hidey holes of just random trash hidden all over the place. He caught me checking this place out the other day, and laughed at me."

Ron scoffed. "Trash? He's hiding trash?"

"It's not really hiding if he puts them in obvious places-"

"I would not have thought to pull drawers out searching for other people's belongings -" Hermione interjected with a frown.

"And if he knows that I know it's there," Harry continued, ruffling his hair. "So I just don't get it. Is it a practical joke or something?"

"Pretty fucking lame prank, if you ask me," Ron opined. "My brothers do way better."

"They do tricks for a living, Ronald. It's not the same."

"Whatever. Sounds like total BS to me. Just ignore it. Stop playing his fucked up game."

Harry shrugged before remembering that his friend couldn't see. "It's fine, Ron. I don't really care too much. It bothers Dobby more than me."

"What bothers Dobby?"

Harry smiled at the old man. "Tom's strange piles of junk."

"That does not bother me," he protested. "Now that I know Mr. Riddle has done it on purpose, and it is not garbage, I am happy to leave it be."

"Wait!" Hermione shouted, her image pushing close to the tablet in order to get a better look at the housekeeper. "Is that one of the hats I crocheted for you, Harry?"

"Uhh…"

Dobby leaned towards the phone and twirled in a little circle to show off his hat. It was a stretched out navy stocking cap with wide gaps between the amateur stitches. Maroon chain stitches were prominently displayed underneath the gaps in the top layer. "Harry gave me his hats! How kind he is!"

Hermione's lower lip stuck out in a subtle pout. "I made those for you, Harry."

"Does he want my hats, too, Harry?"

"Ronald-"

"How about a scarf? Or two?"

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shouted, slamming a hand down next to her tablet.

"What?!"

"I can't believe-"

"Well," Harry tried to interject, knowing that neither of them were paying any attention to him at this point, "I think we should probably call it a night-"

The door clicked open, and Tom entered the apartment. He frowned at the yelling coming from Harry's phone, and Harry ducked his head to hiss, "Good night, guys. Talk to you tomorrow."

"You didn't answer my question!" Hermione protested.

"Yeah!" Ron shouted. "Dobby didn't say whether he was going to take all this knitting-"

"Crotchet, Ron! It's-"

"-crotchet or whatever off my hands!"

"Good night!" Harry repeated, ending the call and quickly silencing his phone. It started vibrating immediately, and he shoved it into his pocket before looking for Tom and Dobby. The housekeeper was nowhere to be seen. Raising his eyebrows, Harry was about to start checking the other rooms when Tom stepped in his way.

"He left while your friends were arguing."

Harry rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Ah. Thanks."

Tom waved a hand dismissively and moved out of Harry's way.

Plopping on the sagging loveseat, Harry was startled to find that Tom had followed. "Uh, can I help you?"

"Did you find anything interesting?" Tom inquired, perching on the closest arm of the loveseat.

"What do you mean?" Harry scooted away to make room for the other boy, who shook his head when he noticed.

"You've been looking through my things."

"I have been accidentally finding piles of junk crammed into random nooks and crannies."

"How do you accidentally pull out an entire drawer and then look inside it?"

"I mean-"

Tom held a hand palm out to Harry, who cut himself off. "It's good to know that my roommate can't be trusted not to snoop-"

"Hey! That's-"

"-but at least you aren't a thief."

Harry frowned at him. "Was this a test?"

"It was certainly a test of my patience," Tom allowed, smirking when Harry snorted in response. "Now, in all seriousness, do your best to keep your curiosity to yourself. If it is not yours, then leave it alone."

Rolling his eyes, Harry found the remote and began channel surfing. "Yeah, whatever. Sounds good."

"Don't stay up too late," Tom warned. Harry glanced over, and he smiled blandly before sliding off the loveseat's arm and heading behind Harry. "We've got a test tomorrow, after all."

"Shit."

#domaystic2023 #domaystic #day 2 #harry potter #harry/tom #daily prompt

[noteguk]

bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while. 

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day 

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple 

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from. 

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea. 

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids. 

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings. 

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons. 

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon. 

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place. 

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body. 

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.” 

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes. 

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect. 

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot. 

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really. 

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?” 

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.” 

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled. 

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.” 

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.” 

“And what is?” You asked. 

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.” 

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.” 

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.” 

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container. 

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.” 

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.” 

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.” 

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?” 

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.” 

He frowned. “Is that your answer?” 

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?” 

“Because I like giving back to the community.” 

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.” 

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.” 

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?” 

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.” 

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.” 

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” 

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?” 

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.” 

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?” 

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.” 

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.” 

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment. 

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily. 

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious. 

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“ 

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.” 

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.” 

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully. 

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.” 

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive. 

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” 

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.” 

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave? 

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all. 

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.” 

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?” 

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin. 

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.” 

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.” 

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.” 

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?” 

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly. 

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.” 

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?” 

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?” 

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.” 

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.” 

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.” 

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.” 

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like. 

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening. 

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.” 

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you. 

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—” 

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?” 

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable. 

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.” 

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.” 

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded. 

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought. 

“Turn around for me,” he asked. 

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.” 

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked. 

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat. 

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?” 

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.” 

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.” 

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.” 

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”  

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.” 

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.” 

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface. 

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.” 

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.” 

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.” 

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank. 

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed. 

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?” 

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.” 

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.” 

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you. 

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state.  “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.” 

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his. 

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that. 

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?” 

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways. 

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.” 

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him. 

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.” 

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...” 

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?” 

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.” 

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.” 

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.” 

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.” 

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.” 

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm. 

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.” 

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat. 

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home. 

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…” 

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.” 

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?” 

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?” 

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.” 

~ 

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises. 

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum. 

You, of course, promptly accepted it. 

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked. 

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.” 

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place. 

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”  

“And, by the way?” 

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time. 

~ 

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[fanmoose12]

Levi and Hange had a fight which ended in them breaking up. His friends trying to fix things take them separately to a club, there they meet but they don't talk, they just ignore each other and dance with other people while this song plays in the background but they don't break eye contact with each other.

"Hey Levi."

Sandwich halfway to his mouth, Levi froze, eyes darting to Erwin, who just sat next to him, and mind scrambling to find the solution to the dilemma that had just arose. Should he tell Erwin to fuck off right away or wait until he said his piece?

Having a guess at what the topic of their conversation would be about, Levi came to a decision fairly quickly.

"Fuck off," he mumbled before taking a bite of the sandwich.

Of course, as Levi should have expected, Erwin didn't fuck off.

What's more, he scooted closer, his palm falling on Levi's shoulder, while a kind smile played on his lips.

Levi sighed and put down his sandwich. Apparently, there was no escape from this conversation.

"Levi," Erwin began in that tone of his, the one he used on new interns to inspire them to be a better version of themselves. The very same one that reeked of bullshit. Levi prepared himself for the upcoming shitty speech; from the looks of it, it was going to be a very long one. "You know that so very soon my big day is coming. And I don't think I can or want to do this without you - my good friend and best man."

God fucking no. Not the topic of Erwin's bachelor party. Not again.

"I told you," Levi tried, ignoring the fire of determination in Erwin's bright blue eyes. "It's not my kind of thing."

"But can you come to the party? For me?"

Erwin's voice dropped slightly and his smile, his whole expression became just a little more pathetic. Meaning that, unfortunately, Levi couldn't really say no to him right now.

Which, honestly, made Levi wonder what Erwin was trying to achieve. He knew the man had the ulterior motive, he was one hundred percent sure of it. But what kind of motive? That Levi had yet to find out.

"You know, we've all been worrying about you," Erwin continued, "It's been three months since you and-"

Oh hell no. No, no, no.

Levi was wrong, he was such a fool. A conversation about a bachelor party was so infinitely better than the current one. He didn't wish to discuss what happened three months ago. Ever.

He threw Erwin a vicious glare, translating his displeasure with that particular topic. Erwin, the smart man that he was, caught on right away and promptly shut his mouth.

...Only to open it a few seconds late.

"I just want you to relax and have some fun. I really appreciate that you agreed to be my best man, and since Hange is Mike's and she would also be present at the wedding, I think I ought to make sure that you feel as comfortable as possible."

That was decided, this conversation was one of the worst one Levi had the displeasure of having during lunch. The only other one that could rival it was the conversation he had with Erwin and Mike right after Hange dump- right after their breakup. The desire to escape and hide inside his office was just as prevalent.

So Levi did another attempt at escaping, ending the awful dialogue with a curt, "Fine, I'll come to your stupid party."

He thought it was the end of it. Of course, it fucking wasn't.

"Great!" Erwin beamed, his smile turning from pleading to the one that looked suspiciously smug. "I truly think that a distraction is what you need. I mean you've been hanged up on Hange for so long that I-"

"I don't care about Hange." Levi said, voice tight.

He bolted from his seat instantly, and the loud, unpleasant sound of a chair scratching the tiles of the floor further proved his point.

Without even glancing at Erwin (or the rest of his co-workers who stared at him in confusion and badly hidden amusement), Levi stormed out of the break room, forgetting about his delicious sandwich as he did.

He didn't care about Hange. Not anymore.

___

Except that he still very much did.

He wasn't sad, heartbroken and he absolutely did not pine after her. He didn't spend as much time with his friends as he used to, because work had been piling up lately, and that's precisely why he seemed more tense and stressed than usual. And if his eyes tended to follow Hange around as she walked through the office, he didn't do it, because he was worried for her or because he was admiring her smile, sharp features or beautiful eyes. He watched her simply out of curiosity, waiting to see the sign that Hange was in any way affected by their breakup.

She wasn't. And so wasn't he.

The things between them ended, Hange made it explicitly clear after she called him heartless during a stupid, pointless fight that was caused by their too big egos, and then stormed out of the apartment they used to share. They haven't talked ever since.

And Levi was fine with it. Absolutely fine.

___

What he was not fine with was being lied to.

Come to my bachelor party, Erwin had said. But he had forgotten to mention that his fiance was holding his own party in the very same club.

So when Levi entered the dimly lit, stuffy room and saw Hange, who was sandwiched between Mike and Moblit on the leather couch, laughing boisterously, he had to take a second to draw a deep breath, process it all and grab Erwin by the lapels of his shiny new jacket, hauling the man to his feet and away from their friends.

"What the fuck?" Levi hissed, uncaring of how awfully affected he sounded right now. "Why haven't you told me that four-eyes will be here too?"

Even met with Levi's murderous demeanor, Erwin remained completely calm. Slowly, he raised his arms and showed a goofy grin. "Must have slipped my mind."

So the asshole had planned it all, for what reasons, Levi couldn't possibly fathom. Whatever, he'd find a way to ruin his precious plan, even without knowing its main goal.

"Enjoy your party, Erwin," he glowered, before letting the man go and disappearing in the crowd of strangers.

___

After his second vodka shot, Levi felt decidedly better. His posture was less tense, thoughts about how Erwin and Hange were the most annoying people in this awful world and the reason for all of his misfortunes, and his persistent need to come back to his friends just to see what she was up to almost almost disappeared.

It all had changed, of course, when he made a mistake of turning to face the dancefloor and saw Hange fucking Zoe, dancing with someone.

Someone, who definitely wasn't one of their friends. Someone, who touched her more than a little inappropriately.

His hands clenched tightly into fists. I don't fucking care, he repeated to himself.

But his fists told another story, shaking from anger and damned jealousy.

With a curse, Levi ordered another drink. Then he continued to watch Hange, who was fucking radiant even in the darkness of the club.

Her hair was wild, grin wide and happy, skin seemed to glow, and the tight jeans and shirt hugged her lithe body in all the right places.

No wonder that she had no shortage of admirers that twirled her around song after song.

The fourth guy she was dancing with was the boldest one yet, laying his filthy hands on Hange, whispering in her ear, making her laugh without abandon.

Hange seemed to enjoy herself tremendously, although-

Although the lighting was more than insufficient and Levi's vision was nearly not strong enough to see it clearly, it looked like-

It looked like Hange was staring at him.

He tilted his head, watched her more closely, and after a moment he was absolutely sure - while she danced, while she had someone else's arms wrapped around her, while she laughed and flirted, Hange was looking straight at him.

Feeling suddenly too hot, Levi undid the top button of his shirt and put his drink down.

Two could play this game.

And whether it was the effect of alcohol, or a childish desire to pay Hange back, he didn't let himself to think too hard about it. He picked the nearest person to him and led them to the dancefloor.

As he danced, he didn't take his eyes off Hange. Neither did she.

___

Truth be told, he had no idea how or when did it happen, but over the course of the night, after each of them had switched a dozen or so partners, they've migrated closer to one another, the backs of their partners now almost touching as they continued to stare in each other's eyes, gazes heavy, hot and clouded.

Hange licked her lips just as the song had ended. She spared her partner no more than a single glance and a half-baked smile, before returning her eyes to their previous target.

A moment, a heartbeat later, Hange was standing right in front of Levi, lips now curled up in a grin, hair even wilder than before and face glistening with sweat.

But underneath it all Levi saw what others couldn't - the barely visible signs of anxiety. Her grin was just a little too tight around the edges, hair was so wild from all the pulling at it that she did and a slight blush colored the edges of her cheeks.

Hange was nervous, he realized. It meant that she cared, even after all this time, despite their fight and breakup.

Levi cared too, he always did.

So he took a step towards Hange, put his hands on her narrow hips.

A warm palm landed on his shoulder, and Hange chuckled, so quietly Levi almost didn't hear it. He leaned closer to make sure he did hear it - he had already forgotten how good that sound made him feel.

"Should we continue?" Hange asked, tracing something known only to her on the length of his biceps.

"No," Levi shook his head, showing Hange a smile he reserved only for her. "Let's start again."

___

Watching two of his best friends leave the party early, holding hands and exchanging hopeful glances, Erwin smiled. The little gamble of his worked out, way better than he had dared to hope.

"One less thing to worry about," he murmured, celebrating his success with another mouthful of whiskey.

"Erwin?" Mike fell against his side, already tipsy and a little confused. "What were you saying?"

Erwin pressed a kiss to his fiance's jaw, savoring the sweet taste of his skin and the feeling of his warm body against his own. "Remember how the others day we couldn't decide how to seat our guests at the wedding? Well, we don't have to worry about it anymore. It seems like Hange and Levi won't be bringing plus ones after all."

#yes i will absolutely shoehorn mike/erwin into every possible fic #they are good together smh #also this prompt.......... i had so much fun with it thank you for sending it! #levihan

[strangelysamantha]

hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!

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[v-hope]

With You

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, College!AU, established relationship

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Although trying to fight it, Jeongguk can’t help but become insecure about your relationship after your ex best friend starts filling his head with lies about you and Taehyung, his best friend who you just so happened to be out with that day. Good thing is, you’re right there with him to reassure him you want him and only him.

—Alternatively, the one in which during a heated make out session you find out your boyfriend is a virgin, and decide to help him get himself off.

Warnings: Heavy making out, light body touching (?), dry humping, confident Guk and shy/awkward Guk keep switching places, handjob, blowjob. And yup, Guk’s (still) a virgin.

A/N: Helloo, this from part 28 of my Social Media AU ‘Tiger Flower’, but I guess you can still read it if you haven’t read the full story lol. So this was supposed to be a 2k drabble like the ones I always write but I got a bit carried away 🤡 I hope you enjoy! 💕 ALSO, someone asked me to bold the beginning and ending of the smut part(s), so if you don’t wanna read the smut just look for the bolded words and skip what’s in between lol.

Running his hands through his face as the elevator’s doors opened, Jeongguk started walking through the hallway to his place, head lowered as he absently looked in his pocket for the keys to the apartment.

The conversation he had with Sooyeon was still going through his mind over and over. Although he had managed to sound confident enough through the texts they had exchanged and he had put her in her place —along with blocking her ass just like he had wanted to ever since the first time she brought you up into the conversation—, he could not deny her words did hit home.

Taehyung was definition of your type. Outgoing, talkative, funny, handsome. The life of the party, in other words. Something he was not, and something he would never be, considering he did not show up to parties at all if it wasn’t because he was either forced to by his friends or because you would be there.

Taehyung could most definitely show you a good time, whereas he, on the other hand…

No, fuck that. You were dating him. He was your boyfriend. He, Jeon Jeongguk. That was all he could find comfort in.

Then again, you were not with him right then. You were somewhere else with Taehyung. As friends, but still. And then again, just like he had a high school crush on you and found himself falling all over again three years into college, so had you with Taehyung right before dating him. Would it really be that hard for you to fall for him a third time when the two of you were still so close?

He shook his head, as if trying to shake his thoughts away. Don’t let Sooyeon get to you, Y/N’s with you for a reason. Don’t let Sooyeon get t—

“Hey…”

Before his head could keep on torturing him, your voice brought him back out of his small trance, fixing his wide doe eyes on you for two seconds before he took in his surroundings, only then realising he had already reached his apartment’s door.

Staring back at you, his eyes lit up.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What… What are you doing here?”

You shifted nervously in your place. “You sounded kinda off through texts, so I just wanted to check up on you”.

He nodded quietly, fighting the huge smile that was threatening with forming on his lips.

Because you were there. With him.

“You didn’t, um…” his eyes travelled to the door for a second before they were back on you. “Joon-ie hyung didn’t open the door for you?”

A small laugh escaped your lips at the way his eyebrows had furrowed, ready to fight his roommate for leaving you waiting out there for God knows how long. “I didn’t call on the door” you explained, causing his eyebrows to knit further together in utter confusion. “I didn’t know if you wanted me here at all, so I thought I’d just wait outside in case you wanted to be alone and asked me to g—”

Your words were cut off by a sweet kiss being pressed to your lips. Although taken aback the first second, you smiled when he cupped your face to press his mouth deeper against yours.

“What was that for?” you smiled once he pulled away, eyes still closed as you felt his nose gently bumping yours.

“I’m just happy you’re here” he breathed contently.

“That’s good to hear” you sheepishly admitted, resting your hands on his chest. “I honestly thought you would ask me to leave”.

He shook his head no, pecking your lips before he pulled you into his arms. “Don’t be silly, you know I always want to be with you”.

You took in a shaky breath, feeling all the tension you had been building up until then leave your body for good, and then wrapping your arms tightly around him as well. “Yeah, but you sounde—”

“Shh,” he hushed you, pressing a brief kiss to your neck. “I want you here”.

You let out another laugh, not only because of how happy his words made you, but because of the way he later grabbed your face once again to start peppering kisses all over it.

“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk!” you called him out in between giggles. “We’re in the middle of the hallway”.

He laughed, pecking your lips one last time before he pulled away. You just didn’t know how much it meant to him having you there with him right then when he needed you the most.

Without another word, he took his keys out of his pocket, like he had intended to minutes ago, and finally opened the door.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to look at you with a raised brow. “You’re coming in, right?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, since you ask so nicely…”

Rolling his eyes at your overdramatic ways, he grabbed your hand, pulling you inside his place with him, not giving you time to even take a look around as he dragged you into his room.

“I don’t even get to say hi to Joon?” you teased as you closed the door behind you and he went to lie down on his bed.

“You can go say hi if you want” he replied simply, resting his weight on his elbows so he could properly look at you.

“Nah,” you shrugged, watching his nose scrunch up as his lips parted into a big smile when you started walking towards him. “I came to see you after all”.

“That you did” he contently affirmed, that being all he needed to let go of his intrusive thoughts.

Letting his back fall on the bed once again, he stretched his arm out on the mattress for you to go over there. Without another word, you crawled in bed with him, resting your head on his arm just like he wanted you to, scooting closer to him when his hand rested on your shoulder, and then resting yours on his chest.

“So how was work?” you tried to initiate small talk, tenderly running your fingers in circular motions from his chest to his abdomen.

The sigh that had escaped his mouth let you know not so well.

Work itself had been alright . What happened afterwards when he was heading home and Sooyeon texted him? Yeah, that had been shitty as hell.

“I blocked Sooyeon” he let you know.

Your head snapped up. “Hadn’t you already done that?”

“From Instagram, yeah” he nodded. “I blocked her phone number now. It can be a little awkward tomorrow when I see her but it’s the last day of filming, so I couldn’t care less”.

Although wanting to laugh —because, let’s be honest, that new piece of information could only bring you joy—, you ended up pouting in confusion.

“Something happened?”

“The usual,” he took in a deep breath. “She was talking shit”.

You nodded understandingly. Although wanting to know the details, you understood he didn’t really want to talk about it, for otherwise he would’ve told you by then. So, you said nothing, settling for pressing a lingering kiss to his shoulder instead.

“Is that why you were upset?” you wondered.

Jeongguk stayed quiet, both in awe at how you could tell he wasn’t feeling his best just by a couple of texts, and once again upset at the conversation he had held with Sooyeon earlier that evening.

“Kinda” he tried to shrug it off.

You puckered your lips, stopping your soothing motions on his torso and resting your palm on it instead so you could support your body up as you looked for his chocolate eyes.

“Was it because I went out with Tae?”

The way his body had tensed was all the answer you needed. However, he surprised you by shaking his head no.

“It wasn’t… I mean,” he sighed, pushing his hair back with his hand. “You guys are friends, it’s okay”.

You stared at him intently. Maybe he claimed it didn’t bother him, but his eyes right then, which remained fixed on the ceiling instead of your concerned ones, told you otherwise.

Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a light squeeze, you leaned in to briefly press your lips to his cheek. “I’m sorry,” your sincere words managed to catch his attention. “I should’ve asked if you were okay with it”.

He shook his head no immediately, sitting up and resting his back on the headboard. “You don’t need to ask for my permission to meet up with people, petal”.

“I know, but,” you shrugged, sitting up as well by his side and focusing your eyes somewhere other than his. “Everything is still kind of recent, I should’ve been more considerate of your feelings. I’m just so used to hanging out with mostly guys that I forget I have a boyfriend now and you—”

You caught on the way he had —teasingly— raised up a questioning eyebrow, making you mentally go over the words you had just said and panic once you realised how wrongly you had worded them.

“Wait, no!” you tried to correct yourself immediately, as he could no longer hold his serious semblance and started laughing. “I don’t forget I have a boyfriend, I meant that I forget you might not be very fond of—yah!” you called him out when his laugh did no longer allow your words to be heard.

“I know what you meant, petal” he reassured you, grabbing your hand and gently running his thumb on the back of it. “You look so cute when you panic”.

“Aish, you’re so annoying” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Chuckling at your cute annoyance, he took advantage of your folded arms to pull you towards him by them, having you instinctively straddle his lap after his lips collided with yours.

“You’re really okay with it then?” you asked one last time, cupping his face as he opened his eyes; watching the way they smiled right before he nodded.

He trusted you. Both you and Taehyung. He really did.

He knew the two of you were just friends. After all, he had told Taehyung it was okay for him to hang out with you from time to time back when they had The Talk. And he was truly okay with it. It was just that he couldn’t help being insecure sometimes, and Sooyeon’s words had only managed to increase that feeling.

He needed some reassurance from you, that was all.

“Just…” he licked his lips as he tried to find the right words. “You want to be with me… right?”

You answered his question with a slow, lingering kiss. One that left him aching for more, lips slightly puckered when yours left their touch. “I’m with you for a reason, bun” you cooed. “I mean, I am your girlfriend after all, am I not?”

He smiled blissfully, still feeling a wave of heat run up his body whenever that word was mentioned in reference to you, as he was not quite used to it yet. “Don’t go forgetting I’m your boyfriend then”.

Just as a light laugh escaped your mouth at his mocking remark, he entangled his fingers in the hair at the back of your head to pull you back into his lips, resting one of his hands on your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck the way he loved it, slightly opening your mouth to give him easier access to it.

And maybe it was the loose fabric of the oversized hoodie of his you had kept and were wearing that day, that made it so easy for his hands reach for your naked body underneath, or maybe it was just the way he had been craving you for so long, what made him dig his hands inside of it without a second thought — fingertips hesitantly tracing your skin and thumbs drawing circles on your waist for a couple of seconds before they trailed all the way up to the hem of your bra, where they stopped in their tracks and travelled to your back instead, as he didn’t want to overstep any more boundaries than he already thought he had.

Earning a small protesting whine from him when your mouth let go of his, you surprised him by digging your own hands under your hoodie and grabbing his wrists, causing a shaky break to abandon his mouth when you placed his hands on your breasts, just like that, giving him the last little push he needed to do what he was dying to.

“You can touch me all you want” you managed to say a little out of breath, not having time to feel shy at your own words under his piercing stare before his mouth was once more smashing on yours.

Enjoying the spoken consent you had just given him, he wasted no time in cupping your breasts, smiling in between your kisses at the way they felt so perfect in his hands — imagining how much softer they would feel without the lacy fabric in the way.

Letting go of one of them, he placed his hand on your bare back to pull you closer against his chest, giving the one still in his hold a firm squeeze that had you moaning against his lips.

And right then, he felt something he had not quite felt before. It was the way he felt his blood boil and the way he wanted more. He wanted to hear more of that melodic sound. He wanted more of you.

Only, the next second, it was you the one making a raspy moan come out of his mouth, when you grinded against his lap, providing him the friction he didn’t know he needed so bad.

Removing one of his hands from underneath your hoodie, he cupped one of your cheeks to keep you steady as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing its outline so you would open up. Doing as he wanted, you felt his tongue pleasantly massage yours, deciding right then you also wanted to feel his bare skin against your fingertips, not letting any other second go by before your hands were already making their way inside his black sweatshirt, feeling goosebumps form on his skin as your faint touch inevitably tickled his abdomen.

Letting go of his mouth, you planted a kiss to his jaw before making your way down to his neck, getting a gasp out of his mouth when you started sucking at the sensitive skin.

With the intention of keeping you still on his lap as your hungry lips worked on his neck, he placed both of his hands on your hips — momentarily forgetting about his own strength and ending up pulling you down roughly enough for you to unintentionally rub once more against his already hardening member.

“Fuck” he rasped, feeling you smile agains his neck before you rolled your hips one more time just to get another moan out of him.

Not letting go of your hips, if anything grabbing them tighter, he turned both of you around so he could be in control now. With your head hitting the soft pillow, and still taken aback by his sudden actions, you allowed his needy lips to attack yours once more for a while before they peppered small kisses all their way down to your neck.

“Jeongguk” you moaned when he thrusted his hips against your center.

He smiled, loving the tone his name had just came out with from your pretty lips. Wanting more of it, he did it again, going back to your mouth right in time to muffle the moan that had just escaped your mouth, as you could not be anything other than grateful at the fact he had decided to wear a pair of dark joggers that particular day, allowing you to feel his stiff member with little to no restraints.

With one hand holding onto your hip and his other one making its way back inside your hoodie and up to your breasts, he cupped one of them — his thumb giving attention to your nipple by making circular motions over the thin fabric of your bra and having you bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan.

Losing yourself into his pleasant touch, you rested your hands over his back, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, pulling his hips once more into your center. A satisfied smile curved up your lips at the way he had to let go of your mouth and buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the quite loud moan that had just escaped his lips — thrusting into you one more time just as you rolled your hips up to meet him there.

Breathing heavily at the ongoing friction, you let your hands travel down to the waistband of his joggers so you could pull them down and feel him up.

And although for just a second, you felt his lips abandon the spot they had been teasing on your neck — an almost inaudible gasp escaping his mouth as his body tensed up.

That was all you needed to stop.

“What happened?” you worried.

“Nothing” he was quick to try and brush it off, going back to pepper wet kisses to your neck.

“No, Guk” you lightly pushed him off you, cupping his face in your hands so he had no choice but to look at you. “If you don’t want t—”

“I want to” he stated before you could even finish your sentence.

Fuck, he wanted to.

“Then?”

Jeongguk sighed in defeat, managing to break free from your hold and letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. “It’s embarrassing…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding where he was trying to go with this at all. “You can trust me”.

He took in a deep breath. He knew he could trust you. He knew you would never make fun of him for such a thing. However, to him, his lack of experience, especially since you did have some of it, could only be something he felt insecure about.

“Bun…” you tried to reassure him, wrapping your arms around him and planting kiss after kiss to the side of his head.

“I’ve never…” his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your shoulder, making it harder for you to hear.

“What?”

“I’ve never had...” he spoke louder this time. “You know…”

He found delusional how hard it was for him to admit it. He had never really minded, to be honest. Whenever his friends teased him because of it he would just brush it off. It wasn’t that he was not interested in having sex, he was a young man with many needs after all. And it wasn’t that he didn’t feel ready either —or well, that until that evening, because it was fair to say he was freaking out now that it was you the one he was about to be with—. It was just that no one had ever caught his attention the way you had. There was never someone he felt the need to have this kind of intimacy with, until you.

That’s why, unlike with his friends, he did mind when it came to you. It was hard for him to admit it to you because, although he knew you’d understand, you could always be disappointed at his lack of experience, and it was precisely not being good enough for you what worried him the most, what had made him hesitate before.

“You’ve never… had sex?” you softly finished for him.

He nodded shamefully, and for a good couple of seconds you couldn’t believe him. Yes, he had told you once he had never been on a date, but dates are different than sex. For starters, you didn’t need to really talk during sex, which was what you knew troubled him the most about dates and just meeting people in general. Besides, with a guy as handsome as Jeongguk, you had been positive he must’ve been with someone at least once.

However, opposite to the disappointed reaction he thought you would have, he found himself relaxing under your touch when you pressed a kiss to his head.

“Gotta say I can’t believe and am kinda disappointed that no one ever tried to jump your bones before” your bold words had him laughing in a second, pinching one of your sides to call you out on them. “Seriously, bun. I mean, look at you!”

“Shut up” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

You chuckled, gently shoving his face with your shoulder to let him know you wanted him to look at you, making him feel at ease just by seeing the smile on your lips once he did as told. “It’s okay”.

“It is?” his voice came out uncertain.

You nodded, cupping his face. “Of course it is. I’ll wait for as long as you want me to”.

“But I want to” he pointed out embarrassingly fast, earning a light laugh from you.

“Then I’ll just wait until the moment’s right and you feel like going through with it without hesitating” you kissed his pink lips briefly — as if on cue, your heads snapping to the next room after hearing Namjoon drop something and cursing at it. “And until we’re alone and won’t risk being heard by our roommates, maybe”.

Jeongguk laughed at your last addition, leaning in to peck your lips three times. “I like the sound of that” he smiled, only for it to be erased when his eyes instinctively went down to the problem he had just been left with inside his pants. “I should probably, um…”

Your eyes followed his as they glanced down to his still hardened length. You had been too caught up on kissing him before to pay attention to it. But now, watching the outline of his erection poking through his sweatpants, you found yourself wanting more of him all over again.

“I can help you with that if you want” you couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, having his attentive eyes lock with yours in a second. “We don’t need to have sex for that”.

Jeongguk licked his lips, deep in thought over something he already knew the answer to. “Don’t feel like you have to...”

“I want to” you stated.

Simple as that, he found himself nodding — your determined eyes being the last push he needed to let go of the shyness he had suddenly been filled with and just give in to what he wanted, to what he needed.

With a smile curving up your lips, you gently stole a kiss from his mouth, sweetly pecking it a couple of times before you finally sucked on his bottom lip — a muffled moan coming out of his mouth when you gave it a teasing bite right as your hand palmed him over his pants.

“You have to be quiet” you reminded him with a light laugh. And for a second there you were kinda glad it wasn’t you the one on the receiving side, for you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep it down either at all.

Not being able to say anything in reply, he just nodded — a pretty eager nod that seemed more like one to move on from the topic already than one of agreement. Nevertheless, you had no intentions of stopping, (un)luckily for him.

Pressing another kiss to his swollen lips, you fidgeted with the waistband of his joggers just like you had intended to before. This time, he didn’t tense up, and you took that as your green light before you dug your hand in them.

“M—Fuck” he mewled when you took a hold of his cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you guided it out of his clothes.

Letting go of it for a second, you helped him on his back so you could sit up into a more comfortable position before wrapping your hand around it again, and right then you could’ve sworn you would never get tired of the pretty sounds that escaped his lips every time you touched him.

Gently, as you were just then discovering what it was he enjoyed the most, you started giving him a few pumps, trying to find the right pace for him and his needs.

“Baby, fuck” he breathed out, leaning his head deeper againt the pillow as he looked for some kind of support.

And it was the way he faintly thrusted his hips up into your hand, what let you know he was craving more. Not having to think twice, you sped up the pace of the way your hand moved up and down his length, tightening your hold on it just a little bit more.

“Mm… Just like that,” he let you know softly, as if suddenly remembering about the whole being-quiet-thing. “Just like that”.

“Feels good?” you wondered, enjoying the view of his furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes as he gave in to your touch.

“So good” he agreed.

Licking your lips, you stared down at his hard cock in your hand, giving it one last pump before your thumb slowly spread his precum over its tip.

“You alright with just my hand?” you asked and he was nodding before you could finish the question, which made you wonder if he had even heard it at all or was immersed enough in his own pleasure to agree to anything. “Or would you enjoy my mouth being wrapped around you better?”

His eyes opened as soon as the word ‘mouth’ was on the table, studying your face for a couple of seconds to make sure you were not playing with him in his vulnerable state. At the sight of your lustful eyes on him, however, he knew you were indeed very serious. And he’d be damned if he ever turned down such an offer.

“I want your mouth” although determined, his voice came out shakily.

Nevertheless, you were willing to comply with his wishes.

Jeongguk was on the edge of losing it when he saw you smile and make your hair out of the way right before you leaned down, removing your thumb from the tip of his cock so you could replace it with your tongue instead — a hiss escaping his mouth when you licked the traces of the precum you had just spreaded over it.

Giving him two small pumps, you allowed yourself to take him in your mouth; far from being able to take his entire length, yet enough for his body to tremble out of utter pleasure.

“Y/N…” he whimpered, fingers entangling in your hair as he desperately tried to control the overwhelming pleasure your wet mouth and tight lips wrapped around his cock were giving him.

Not once had he ever felt this good before, both your hand and mouth taking him places his hand alone could’ve never taken him to. And he was afraid he would come in your mouth anytime by then.

Pulling it out of your mouth, you threw him a small glance before you carried on — your tongue tracing all the way from the base to the tip, hearing him moan when you took him in your mouth a second time.

“Fuck, baby, you—ah,” he moaned when you swirled your tongue over his tip. “You feel so good”.

Enjoying way too much being the reason behind how good he was feeling, you decided to do him a favour and push him closer to his release for once and for all.

Slightly tightening your hold on him, you started once again moving your hand up and down his length, switching between the ministrations both your hand and mouth were applying on it, and knowing you were driving him over the edge when his hold on your hair tightened and his body trembled ever so slightly.

“Y/N…” he panted. “F-Fuck, I’m—”

His words were cut off by the heavy breath he had to take when you gave him one last particular pump, trying his best to hold on. Noticing that, you gave one of his thighs a squeeze to let him know it was okay for him to let go. And he was so desperate to reach his high right then, that your small gesture alone was all he needed to do so.

Closing his eyes, he found himself having to cover his mouth with his arm not to be too loud when his orgasm hit, feeling his warm release spreading into your mouth. Moving his hand up to cover his eyes as he came down from his high, letting himself get lost in the aftershocks of it, he missed the way you tasted his release in your mouth.

Cleaning the small stains of it left on the tip of his member, you adjusted it back inside his pants and went to lie down next to him, smiling adoringly at the way his chest moved up and down as he tried to catch his breath and tenderly removing his arm from his face, having his eyes find yours in a second.

“Was that okay?” you asked, softly removing a few strands of hair that had gotten stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.

Jeongguk smiled incredulously, gently running his fingers through your hair to try and fix the mess he had made on it. “You even have to ask?”

And somehow that was all you needed to hear for the heat to reach your face, suddenly feeling shy at what you had just done.

Catching up on that, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a couple of kisses to your cheek before moving them to your mouth, where they remained for a little longer.

“You’re amazing” he said truthfully — the way he had said it, letting you know he did not just mean it when it came to sucking him off.

You smiled wholeheartedly. “Yah, don’t” your eyes focused somewhere else, feeling your face burn.

Jeongguk smiled sweetly, managing to draw your attention back to him by ever so tenderly caressing your cheek. Fuck, he loved you. And right then, with your eyes looking at him in a way he thought they had never when you were just friends, although unspoken, delusional even, he really felt like maybe you felt the same, too.

Tilting your face up just enough, he connected his lips with yours for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. “I’ll be good to you, too”.

You chuckled, loving the idea of it and kissing him briefly to let him know you did. You knew he would.

“When we’re alone, though. I won’t have Joon hear from me what he probably just heard from you”.

Jeongguk laughed, deciding to say nothing and instead pull you tightly into his chest and rest his chin on your head. And although he knew he might never hear the end of it from his friends, for once, he did not care what the rest had to either think or say.

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[slasherhaven]

Omg hi I already made a request but I was just wondering if you could do the slashers’ reactions to their S/O accidentally hitting them in the face

The Slashers reacting to their S/O accidentally hitting them in the face:

Thomas Hewitt 

Thomas instantly knew it was an accident, there was no way you would purposely hit him in the face. 

He’s just taken back because he wasn’t expecting it.

“Oh my God, Tommy, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you instantly started fussing over him, even though you couldn’t have hit him all that hard.

Thomas just nodded, assuring you that he was alright and that he wasn’t mad at you. But he still seemed a little stunned.

...and he definitely wasn’t going to stop you from continuing to fuss over him, apologising as you kisses his cheeks.

Michael Myers 

Slow blink. As soon as it happens, your eyes widened, realising your mistake. You looked to him, seeing that he was already looking at you, just giving you a slow blink.

“Michael, I’m so sorry!”

It didn’t even hurt him, he’s had worse, he just didn’t want to admit that you had actually surprised him and caught him off guard.

When you lean up on your toes to try to check his face, he just places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back down onto your feet. Silently assuring you that he was fine.

He knew it was an accident so he wasn’t mad at you. If you were anyone else, you would be dead already. God, he allows too much from you.

Jason Voorhees 

When you accidently hit him, Jason was more stunned than anything. He knew that it had to be an accident but he still couldn’t quite believe it happened.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, Jay! Are you okay?” you asked, eyes wide with worry.

Truth be told, he barely felt it, he’s experienced worse. He was completely fine. He just thought it was adorable that you were fussing over him over something so small.

He blushes when you apologise and scatter kisses over his face/mask.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms jumps it, perhaps a little dramatically, and looks down at you. You just know he is pouting under that mask.

“Brahms, I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean too” you apologised sincerely, already pulling him into a hug.

He’s stubborn though, you’re going to have to do a lot more than that to get him to forgive you. Even if he knows that it was an accident.

He’s just going to use this as an excuse to get lots of attention and affection from you. But you hit him and you’re not going to cuddle with him and give him kisses?

Bo Sinclair

“Shit. What the hell?” Bo quickly pushed your hand away when you hit him, turning to you with a slight glare.

“Ah, sorry Bo, it was an accident” you defended yourself, trying not to laugh about it. It was kind of funny, Bo was just stubborn. “Aw come on, you’re not actually mad at me, are you?” you frowned as he sulked to himself.

It’s an easy fix though, just wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss while you apologise, asking him what you can do to make it up to him. 

He’ll think of something...

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent just flinches back at the impact, even if it wasn’t that hard, it was surprising. Turning to look at you with a widened eye.

“Oh Vinny, I’m sorry. It didn’t hurt, did it?” you asked, hoping that you hadn’t hurt him, even in the slightest.

He shook his head to assure you that he was okay but you still apologised again.

And he certainly isn’t going to turn down your hug and kisses of apology, just wrapping his arms around you. He would have preferred that he didn’t get hit in the face but at least this was how it ended!

Lester Sinclair 

Lester knows it’s an accident, why would you just hit him? So, he just laughs it off.

“Damn, ya got quite a punch there” Lester chuckles while playfully rubbing his cheek, where you had accidently hit him.

“I’m so sorry, Lester....” when you apologise, still feeling bad for having hit him, he’ll just give you a quick kiss and assure you that it’s alright.

You’ll both just laugh it off pretty quickly.

Bubba Sawyer 

Bubba lets out a surprised squeak like sound when your hand hits him in the face. 

You gasped as you turned to him, eyes wide and apologetic. He’s just looking back at you with wide eyes, not sure whether he should be hurt or not by the action.

“I’m so sorry, Bubs, it was accident. You know it didn’t mean it” you assured him as you quickly embraced him.

Cupping his face in your hands, you scattered kisses over his face. It soon had him giggling and forgiving you, returning the playful kisses.

Billy Lenz 

You completely startled him and he jumped up from his position on the couch.

“Billy! I’m so sorry!” your eyes widened when you realised that you just accidently hit him in the face.

He was just watching you, trying to figure out whether he should be upset by it or not. Billy doesn’t do well with being startled.

Just guide him into a hug and kiss his cheek while apologising. He’ll forgive you quickly while wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down onto the couch with him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa just looks at you with the most straight, unamused expression.

If you didn’t already feel so comfortable around him, you’d worry he was going to kill you.

“...sorry?” of course he knew it was an accident, you wouldn’t hit him in the face on purpose, but you still apologised.

“Be careful” Asa sighed, shaking his head at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little as you shifted closer to him. 

You apologised again, resting your head on his shoulder, making him begrudgingly wrap an arm around you.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Jesse barely reacts to it, other than just turning to face you.

If he’s wearing the mask at the time, you’re probably going to hurt your hand more than you hurt him. Resulting in him taking your hand in his and checking it, even giving it a small kiss just to make you blush.

If he wasn’t wearing the mask, he expects some sort of reparations. That means kisses and apologies, even if he knew it was an accident and it didn’t even really hurt him. He’s just messing with you at this point.

Otis Driftwood 

“What the absolute fuck?!” Otis jumped as you hit him in the face, looking at you with a look of pure surprise and mild anger.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” you quickly apologised, eyes widening...while also trying not to laugh.

Otis will mutter to himself, rubbing his cheek where you hit him as if to prove a point.

He’s stubborn but you can easily break him. Now, you can’t help but chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek, asking him if he will forgive you.

He will, just in a grumble.

Baby Firefly

“Hey!” Baby yelled as she turned you, a look of bewilderment on her face. Did you just hit here?!

“I’m sorry” you couldn’t help but giggle at her surprised face but you did still feel back for having done it.

“That better have been an accident” she warned playfully, already smiling with you.

Once you promise her that it was, she will laugh along with you, shaking her head as she wrapped an arm around you to pull you into a hug, kissing your cheek.

Yautja (Predator)

As your eyes are widening and you’re pulling you arm away, about to apologise, your mate has already caught your wrist by instinct.

He’ll keep hold of your wrist as he looks you up and down questioningly.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident” you apologised with a guilty smile, already knowing that he wasn’t mad.

He’d let out a series of clicks that remind you of a chuckle, before releasing your wrist and patting the top of your head to assure you it was okay.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

[wrixthesley]

Win | J. Kirstein, C. Springer

cw: threesome, fellatio, praise, for day 2 of kinktober, street racer au, inspired by this post, porn with plot, spit, cream pie

wc:2.5k

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“I could have won!” Jean shouts his voice echoing in the garage where he and Connie keep their cars. You roll your eyes, knowing that the only reason he was upset was that he lost to Eren.

He paces back and forth not even bothering to look in your direction. Usually, you’d do your best to console him, but this time you don’t say anything, nails tapping against the screen of your phone while Jean pushes his hair back in frustration, “Connie, you better win for both of us!”

“Like I’d lose to begin with” he mumbles, watching Jean walk away. Leaving you both alone.

“I don’t care who wins or loses.” you say, finishing up your text to Mikasa and Sasha, “The parties after the races are what keeps me coming back.”

Connie doesn’t say anything in response, only watches you leave, eyeing how short your skirt is as the door shuts behind you. The remainder of the crowd cheering on Eren outside, Connie sighs, he always has to finish what Jean starts.

Everyone knows that whenever Jean races, Connie is sure to follow. The crowd begins to place their bets and girls start flocking to Eren, batting their lashes up at him while he scoffs, before walking back towards his car. You wonder if Mikasa will show up soon.

They announce the start of the next race, everyone gathered on the sidelines and Sasha takes the checkered and green flags into her hands and takes her place in between both cars, “Connie! Win for us, okay?” She smiles, making sure both cars are evenly aligned.

Connie is underestimated, he’s not as favored as Jean, Levi, or Eren but you’re sure he loves racing just as much. Why else would he spend days under the hood of his car, wiping his sweat off his forehead, and covered in grease and oil?

You decide to watch while sitting on the hood of Levi’s car next to him as he smokes. “Where’s your boy?” he asks, blowing smoke in the opposite direction.

“Pouting probably. He lost to Eren,” you reply, Levi chuckles, you push him. “I’m letting you sit on my car you know? You should be nicer to me.”

“Sure, so sorry, Captain.” Levi smiles at your sarcasm, both of you turning to the sound of engines revving at the starting line and tires screeching as Sasha waves the flag down.

You both watch as everyone cheers,” Wanna bet on who will win?” Levi looks up at you, leaning back on his elbows. “My bet is on Jaeger.”

“Hold on, what do we get if we win?” you ask, ignoring the buzzing of your phone knowing it’s probably Jean calling you. “If you win, I’ll let you drive my car” this piques your interest, you’ve driven Jean’s car millions of times but no one has even gotten to touch Levi’s car unless they’re fixing it. “If I win, you give me a kiss,” he says dryly.

“Hmm, Jean won’t like that.” you both turn, watching to see who is in the lead during the first lap, watching as Connie’s car drifts while turning followed by Eren closely behind, “You got a deal, captain.” you stick your hand out and Levi shakes your hand.

“Wear the pretty lipgloss later”

“As if, Levi. Just because my boyfriend lost doesn’t mean that I do.” you push his hair away from his forehead, “Can’t wait to drive this car, later.” you hop off the hood, pulling your skirt down before walking away, and finally looking at your phone.

[Missed Call: Jean <3]

[Jean <3 10:01pm]: having fun, princess?

[you 10:15pm]: of course, xoxo

You find Sasha, standing next to her as everyone cheers when Eren takes the lead for the second lap, “Man, everyone’s so hyped! Where’s Jean?” she asks. You lean on her shoulder for a minute, watching as Connie follows Eren closely, “He’s coming back soon, I’m sure. Probably done pouting.”

“Hey what were you and Levi talking about?”

“Just a bet, Sasha. How much longer until they come back around?”

“Should be coming back here soon, just listen!” Sasha’s always cheery, her energy contagious. You understand why everyone gets happy to see her when she signals the cars to line up.

“LOOK!” someone shouts, causing everyone to turn and see how Connie is leading this time, Eren struggling to keep up as Connie’s car engine revs up louder and faster. You swear the air vibrates around you. You don’t even notice the moment Sasha leaves your side to go to the finish line, shoving past the gathering crowd to bring her checkered flag down when Connie crosses the finish line first.

You’re silent watching as Connie gets out of his car, Eren crossing the line afterward. Mikasa rushes towards him, he lets her in the passenger side. Connie doesn’t say a word, he makes eye contact with you before smiling and walking up towards you, “tell Jean he owes me.” he says, voice smooth before going back to his car and driving back to the garage.

You turn, making eye contact with Levi. His face is unreadable, meanwhile, you flash him a cheeky smile as you walk past him.

“Can’t wait to drive it later, Levi!” you pat the hood of his car, “remember, I don’t lose.” his eyes narrowed at your figure, still making your way to Jean and Connie back at the garage.

Jean finds Connie back at the garage, he’s sitting in his car, eyes closed as if beating Eren wasn’t a big deal. “Hey” he opens the passenger door before sliding in, “Thanks dude, I owe you.” Jean takes a drink out of his water bottle before placing it in the cup holder, “Let me kiss her.” Connie says, his eyes still closed even though he can feel Jean’s gaze burning a hole through his skull, “you want to do what?!”

“Just one kiss, Jean. I told her that you owe me, it’s all I want, you can even keep the money I won from today.” he’s trying to convince Jean, opening his eyes to turn and look at him. Before he can reply, you walk in smiling when you see them sitting in Connie’s car together.

“Congrats, Connie!” you make your way over to his side, sitting on his lap as you hug him. “You know I made a bet with Levi and I get to drive his car now.” you brag.

Connie doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he can feel the warmth of your thighs through his pants and your skirt rises even high on your legs with every movement you make as you tell your story to him and Jean.

“I can’t believe he asked you that,” Jean said, watching as Connie places one hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. “Connie, don’t you think it’s crazy what Levi asked of me?” you’re prying yourself out of his grasp, getting up to get in the back seat. He catches a glimpse of your panties as you get up, you pull your skirt down. He looks back over at Jean, the question still lingering in the air.

“Hey, Connie has a crazy question too.” Jean’s eyes are still on Connie. “Don’t get in the back, baby, come here.” His voice is softer this time. You make your way to the passenger side, opening it and sitting on Jean's lap as he presses a kiss to your temple, “you know Connie and Levi want the same thing?” His voice is low, but Connie hears him. You’re facing away from him and all Connie can do is hold his breath, watching as Jean presses a kiss to your cheek, and another to your temple, “they all want what’s mine, isn’t that crazy?”

You don’t know how to answer, Jean turns your head with his hand, pressing his lips to yours slowly before pulling away, “what do you say hm? Wanna give Connie a kiss? He did win today, he deserves something nice, yeah?”

Jean’s hand makes its way to the inside of your bare thighs, his fingers dangerously close to your hot core. “I’ll make sure you feel good” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your face before his hand snakes its way up, his middle finger finding your clothed clit and circling it through the fabric of your panties.

“If you say no, we can leave, won’t ever ask you again,” he reassures you. This time you turn to look at Connie. There’s a fierce blush covering his face creeping its way down to his neck. You get off of Jean’s lap doing your best to take a deep breath, not trusting your steps and feeling a wet spot in your panties forming, sticking to your cunt. “Here princess, we’ll even get out for you.” Jean gets out and shuts the car door, Connie nervously following suit.

Jean backs you up until the back of your legs hit the front of Connie’s car, he slots his thigh in between your legs and pulls your skirt up revealing your black lace panties to both of them. “Jean, I want-”

“Tell me, what do you want?” he teases, his hand squishing your cheeks forcing your mouth open, you hear it before you can react, Jean spitting a fat glob of his own saliva into your mouth. You whine when it hits your tongue, eyes glossing over as you slowly begin to rock your hips against his thigh, “wanna kiss Connie'' you slur. Jean lets go of your face before turning to face Connie.

“It’s your chance to say no..even though you’re the one who asked for it,” he says. Connie’s head is spinning, he can’t even remember to breathe as he makes his way over to you. He cups your face gently, in awe of how glazed your eyes look.

“S’okay, Connie. You can kiss me” he knows you’re just saying it but your voice makes it come out as a plea. He leans down, pressing his lips into yours, swallowing every whine that slips from your lips as you continue to grind on Jean’s thigh. His tongue sneaks itself into your mouth, circling your own before he pulls away and noticing the string of saliva still connecting you both.

Jean pulls Connie towards him, capturing him in a sloppy kiss. It’s the first time Jean moans, he can feel how wet you’re getting through your panties and his pants. He takes Connie’s hand guiding it to his clothed erection encouraging Connie to squeeze his dick before letting go and doing the same to him. Connie’s breath hitches, he pulls away from Jean.

“You okay, baby?” Jean asks, Connie thinks he’s talking to you but when you don’t reply he realizes it’s directed at him. “Yeah, fuck--I’m okay.”

Jean pulls away from Connie to prop you up on the hood of the car, he pulls your panties down your legs, giving them to Connie for keeps. His own personal trophy for winning today’s race.

“Fuck, look at how wet she is” Jean runs his fingers through your folds, his middle finger dipping into your tight cunt causing you to moan, your head tipping back as Jean slowly fucks you with his finger before pulling it out.

You whine at the loss before you hear Jean say Connie’s name, watching as he lets Connie suck your essence off of his fingers, both men groaning when Jean takes his fingers out of Connie’s mouth with a pop.

“She tastes so fucking good doesn’t she?” he quips, Connie nods dumbly before Jean begins to unbutton his Jeans. He pulls them down, enough to let Connie’s cock spring free. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, long and pretty, curving to the left and a thick vein running along the underside of his cock.

Jean begins to pump his cock, slowly at first cooing at how sensitive Connie is before he begins to pick up the pace, “how long have you fucked your fist to the thought of my girlfriend huh?” Connie can’t answer, his tongue feels thick and you both make eye contact before Jean squeezes the tip of his dick, “her cunt is the best, you know?” he teases again, pumping his fist up and down Connie’s length, “she’s so tight and hot--”

“Jean, Connie, want it so bad, please,” you whine, both of their eyes on you. It makes you feel hot when Jean pulls away from Connie, his hand coming up to caress your face before prodding at your lips with his dick. “Sorry, princess didn’t mean to leave you out.” He says, a groan caught in his throat when you begin to bob your head up and down his length. Connie can’t think straight, he slots himself between your thighs, nervous until Jean’s voice pulls him out of his head. “Connie, you heard her,” he says, you can’t focus when you feel the tip of Connie’s cock kissing at your drooling entrance. He slowly sheathes in and he feels dizzy. He moans at the feeling of your hot, gummy walls sucking him in and making it hard for him to cant his hips back the only thing keeping him grounded is the sound of your gags against Jean’s length. He can feel the heel of your foot pressing into his beg, a silent plea for him to go deeper, harder, and faster.

Connie can’t get enough, he can’t stop looking at where you’re both connected, “holy fuck--” he’s in awe of your slick coating his cock over and over again with each thrust. He moves your legs hooking one on his shoulder as Jean continues to fuck your mouth, the way you’re looking up at him with drool coating your chin spurs Connie on. He begins to snap his hips harder into yours, his fingers finding your hard little clit and circling the bud making your legs twitch and tremble against him.

“Yeah, baby? You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Go on, be a good girl and cream all over his cock”

A few more well-angled thrusts and you’re cumming, legs and cunt spasming as Connie fucks you through your high. Jean pulling out of your mouth and coating your face in his cum, “fuck, you look so good.” he praises, you pull his softening cock back into your mouth, one of your hands coming up to massage his heavy balls as he begins to fuck your mouth again.

Connie feels his orgasm creeping up on him, can’t help it when the sounds of your gags are matched up with his thrust, “Gonna cum, fuck, you feel so fucking good.” he says, pushing his hips as close as he can into yours, “tell me where- fuck--tell me where to cum.” he pleads.

“Cum inside of her, she loves that.”

Jean’s voice is the last thing he hears before he screws his eyes shut, white-hot pleasure taking over his body and coursing through his veins as he allows his seed to spill into your tight pussy. You squeal around Jean’s cock, doing your best to keep your mouth open as Jean cums all over your face again.

Connie is trying to catch his breath, leaning over your figure with his hand on your hip, “I should win more often.” he says, watching you giggle with Jean’s cum splattered all over your face, “You can get her mouth next time.” Jean says.

Next time? He isn’t sure he’ll share you with Jean, even if you are with him.

#jean smut #connie smut #jean kirschtein smut #connie spiringer smut #jean x reader smut #connie x reader smut #jean x you #jean x y/n #aot smut #snk smut #aot x reader smut #snk x reader smut #jean drabble #connie drabble #jean scenarios #connie scenario #arlertbabekinktober

[levi-ish]

Desiderium | Eren

Summary: You knew him. Before you could even meet him. How come you didn't know his name before you could even feel the pain from wounds from another life?

Pairing: Eren X Reader

Genre: [+18] angst, drama, romance, soulmates

Warnings: graphic description of violence, mentions of drugs and alcohol, MAJOR SPOILERS

A/N: this is a story about right person, wrong time. it will be a short story, just something I thought and wrote about late at night. Hope you enjoy!

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Far touches and memories that do not belong to you. They belong to those who fought before dawn and leaned onto the hopes of getting brighter days. If it's not him, the boy who sought freedom, to whom shall your thoughts aim?

“Aw, don’t you look adorable?” Sasha fished for another chip inside the orange bowl as you turned once again to see how your jeans held your ass.

“I don’t know…” you frowned and she rolled her eyes.

“Your ass looks fine!” You glanced over your shoulder and ran your hands through the rough fabric once more. “C’mon, you know you look hot as fuck.”

“Stop staring at my ass” you teased and she threw a chip at you. “Hey!”

“Can we please just go? I’m getting hungry and they won’t wait for us to order the pizza if we don’t leave now” she threw herself back into the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“You think they will like me?” You turned around, a genuine concern stamping your face as you asked.

Sasha had been your favorite company for the past year. You two met in psychology 101 when she fell asleep and you covered for her on the first day, which led to an amazing friendship. It was as if you two were meant to find each other, already feeling too comfortable the moment you two spoke to each other.

The girl always told you about her other friend group, trying to get you to meet them, but you always deflected the question, being to awkward to do it. Meeting new people wasn’t your forte.

That was until she trapped you into making you promise you would go to a get together. She took advantage of your drunk self to coerce you into doing it, and you couldn’t really blame her — it was a smart plan.

“They are chill people” she said as she sat on the pink Hello Kitty covers. “Oh! Put the corset top on!”

You grabbed the black top she was talking about and dressed yourself, fixing your hair quickly. “I have this weird feeling about tonight…”

“Must be gas” she joked and you threw your old t-shirt on her.

Took you only 15 minutes to finish up and deal with a whiny-hungry Sasha, and finally then you two called an Uber.

You watched from the window as the scenery changed from the building complex where you lived to a nicer neighborhood, one of those that had nice porches and a lot of grass for pedigree dogs to run around. The car finally stopped at a brown house that had pretty windows and looked very elegant, fancier than whatever you’d ever experienced before.

“This is where your friend lives?” You asked, standing now on the gravel walkway as Sasha fished for something inside her purse.

“This is his parents place” she said as she found her phone inside all the mess she brought. “Jean’s pretty rich.”

“Who even needs that much space?” You muttered to yourself and watched Sasha messily typing on her phone, being interrupted by the sound of the door being slammed open.

A bald, short, and seemingly very drunk guy stood under the doorframe, narrowing his eyes to find you two by the entrance, rushing to Sasha and shoving his red solo cup on her hands, spilling half of the drink on her clothes as he stood (or triedto), the smell of cheap booze oozing off his pores. But his presence was warm, you didn’t know why.

“Jesus fuck, Connie” she held his shoulder to stabilize him in place. “The fuck is wrong with you.”

“Jean got us expensive tequilaaaaa” the guy sang as you giggled, and then his attention fell on you. “Who are you?”

“She’s the friend I told you guys about” Sasha said, taking a sip of his drink and scrunching her nose right away. “This is crap. Why are you drinking this if there’s expensive tequila?”

“Don’t judge my bartender skills, I made this myself!” He snatched the cup from her hands and offered you the drink.

“I’ll pass” you gave him a small smile and he gave you a shrug of his shoulders, downing the rest of it.

“Your choice.” He turned on his heel and pointed to the opened door. “Let’s go inside.”

You nodded as you followed Sasha, who was still fidgeting with her phone as she walked in. You took it as a chance to look around, finding LED lights set on fading colors, a nicely decorated living room full of people, some sitting, some dancing, but most of them just reunited around the counter separating the room from the kitchen. Everyone looked like they were having fun, and the music set a nice vibration inside your chest. You felt good.

“What do you wanna drink?” Connie shouted over the music that wasn’t even that loud, but Sasha cut him right away.

“Nuh-uh, not gonna let you kill (y/n) tonight” she pushed into the crowd while holding your hand and guided you to the kitchen, making you sit on one of the stools.

She greeted everyone with a warm smile and soon introduced you, not getting too deep into the announcement because ‘they’d have to greet you themselves’. You just giggled and watched as a group of girls surrounded the counter, excited to get to know you.

You learned their names, Historia, Ymir, Pieck, Mikasa and Annie, and tried your best party small talk as they got into the ‘where did you get this top’ kind of conversations. They were very nice, and you could see why Sasha thought you would get along. You were pretty sure you’d seen them around before.

“So you go to Paradis?” Ymir asked as she sneaked an arm over her girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Yes, that’s how I met Sasha” you said and the other girl cheered from behind the counter. “Do you guys go there, too?”

“Yup” Historia nodded. “Just Annie and Pieck that go to Marley.”

“Tried one year in Paradis, Professor Ackerman made me transfer” Annie said as she took a sip of her drink.

“I have lit with him on Tuesdays and Thursdays” you looked down to your chest as you fidgeted with your necklace.

“Oh, you might know Eren then” Mikasa leaned into her crossed arms over the surface as she held her cup. “Tall, brown hair, messy bun…”

“Annoying as fuck” Ymir frowned and the other girl just gave her a shrug. “It’s so weird how you know his and Armin’s entire routines.”

“It’s the only way he’ll attend to class.” Mikasa replied.

“I don’t think I know him” you tried to remember the people in your class, but none matching the description came to mind.

“Really? He’s pretty hard to miss” the ravenette kept her dark eyes on you.

“You might bump into him later tonight” Sasha said as she pushed Historia and Ymir apart, holding two matching cups and giving you one of them. “Here you go, m’lady.”

“Aw, you didn’t have to” you smiled at her as you took a sip, coughing immediately. “Jesus, Sash, how much vodka did you put in here?”

Ymir grabbed the cup you put back and took a sip, coughing herself. “You just introduced her and already want us to say goodbye?”

“It’s not that bad” Sasha took a swig of her own cup and, surprise, coughed. “Might as well drink from the bottle.”

She threw her drink in the sink and grabbed the vodka bottle, not minding the looks.

“Didn’t Jean buy some branded tequila?” Pieck pointed out.

“Yea, but they taste weird” Connie said behind Mikasa, making everyone jump.

“When the fuck did you get here?” Sasha gave him the vodka bottle and he took a swig of his own.

“Just now, came with Armin” he pointed to his side, where an awkward blond boy stood and waved at you.

“How did you manage to be so silent?” Mikasa seemed surprised herself, and they all laughed it off.

Everyone now were too busy engulfed in their own conversations as you took a moment to look around, watching over the living room, doing their own things, and you felt the buzz of the alcohol already flowing under your skin. You’d only been in houses like this when you were a kid and used to visit your rich aunt, times where you only had to worry about multiplication homework and being carefree.

Your eyes took in everything they could see, from the big windows to the nice paintings hanging on top of the wallpaper. The golden frames had their own touch and added to the high standards that the room held, and you liked specially the Egyptian vase that stood in the corner, it seemed expensive and you liked the patterns.

You saw movement in the corner, right by the door, and watched as it opened, revealing a guy; but not just any guy, as the whole essence of the room changed with each of his steps. He was wearing black jeans and a simple shirt, nothing much, but he stood as if he was wearing a flashing neon sign. Probably was in your head, but you were pretty sure most of the room seemed to stop moving, and then it happened; his piercing jade eyes fell on you, like an emerald wave that washed over your whole spirit, and you didn’t know exactly what it was that you were feeling.

But as soon as he came, he went, and you just shook your head, blaming your daze on the alcohol.

“Wanna dance?” Sasha asked with a soft hand on your shoulder.

“Not really, but you can go” you said, sipping on the alcohol once more.

She stared for a little longer and you gave her a confirmation nod. “Just go!”

With a giggle, the girl left the kitchen and you saw as it became emptier by the second, the other girls asking if you’d like to go to the living room, but you felt like staying there for a little longer.

A few minutes passed by and your cup was now empty and your bladder full, so you decided to go bathroom hunting. You didn’t mind being alone, nor asking for information, since you felt like getting lost that night and exploring the rest of the big house and its secrets.

You climbed up the stairs, finding a full hallway, watching over some family pictures, and playing with a rose bouquet you found standing on a mahogany little table. While you haven’t met the owner of the house, you could tell some of his story, or at least guess from watching the portraits. There were some drawings in between, and you admired the artwork, wondering who might’ve done them, since the paper looked worn out from time.

They were just pictures, nothing out of the ordinary, with the exception of one. You found it right above a small cupboard, hanging on the beige painted wall. It was an old and small photograph of a park, a bench standing in the middle, where sat a couple, holding hands and wearing old clothing, like those cool ribbon hats that you’d seen in pictures of your own family before. Their faces were faded, although, and there was a smudge on the corner, as if someone had run their fingers through the material a few times.

You felt a weird sensation in your stomach, you didn’t know exactly what it was, but looking too deeply into the picture wasn’t helping — your already drunk brain didn’t feel like processing anything else in that moment.

Down the hall, you found an open door, and lucky you, it was the bathroom!

You entered and closed the door behind you, doing your business quickly and washing your hands for far longer than you should. After drying them, you leaned onto the sink, staring into your own reflection and challenging the person staring back as you narrowed your eyes and dumb thoughts filled your mind. You’d stay for longer, but something outside the window crashed, and you jumped, scared at the sound. A small ‘fuck’ sounded from outside, and you felt chills. The fuck?!

Walking over to the window, you leaned onto the windowsill above the tub and looked around, finding the source of the sound sitting on the roof, looking away from you. What…?

“Holy shit” you heard the guy say as he found your half-frame staring back.

Oh, it’s the guy from before!

“Sorry” he offered you a small smile, “didn’t see you there.”

“What was the crash?” You asked, words falling from your mouth quickly when what you wanted to ask was about him.

“I stomped on a loose tile, I guess it fell” he replied and you just gave him a nod, trying to process the information. “If you want to use the bathroom, you can go ahead, I can’t even listen from here.”

“No, I was just… just curious.” You looked around, crossing your arms over the railing, eyes now staring into the night sky.

“Do you wanna… join me?” He asked and you looked over your shoulder at him, finding those mesmerizing green eyes from before, and you felt that same warm sensation bubbling in your stomach (or gas, as Sasha would say).

You didn’t reply, just jumped over the window, and walked a few steps over to him, very much balanced even though you were pretty tipsy. He offered you a hand for you to sit beside him, and you took it, feeling the warmth of his touch right away.

Something weird happened, though. The moment your fingers brushed his, you could swear something flashed right in front of your eyes. It was as if, suddenly, somehow, it was day, and as you looked to the side, you could see a small wooden cabin and big trees surrounding the background. But as soon as it started, it ended, and you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head.

“You okay?” The guy asked as you let go of his hand.

“Yea, I guess it was just the vodka showing its effects” you giggled and he did too. “Are you watching the stars?”

“Came for a smoke, stayed for the show” he pointed with his chin to two guys wrestling in the corner of the backyard and another laugh fell from your lips.

“Do you know them?” You asked as you watched the bulky blonde man push the other one to the ground and raise his arms celebrating victory.

“I do, actually” you could see him licking his lips from the corner of your eyes.

The wrestling match was soon over and you two sat in silence, the only company being of each other, the stars and the muffled music, but even though you didn’t know this guy, you felt good around him. He gave you a calming sensation, and you could relax and enjoy the buzz from the alcohol.

“You a friend of Jean’s?” He asked as he took the cigarette that he had above his ear, untangling it from his hair and placing it in his mouth.

“No” you replied as you placed your eyes on him, watching as he took the lighter from his back pocket. “Are you?”

“More like I tolerate him” he replied as he lit up the cigarette and inhaled the smoke. “Who did you come with, then?”

“Oh, Sasha!” You said quickly, a smile forming on your lips. “She wanted me to meet her friends.”

“Are you dating Sasha?” He asked, quite surprised and you frowned.

“No, I would go broke immediately” you stated and you two laughed. “Too much McDonalds.”

“You can say that again” the man let out the smoke slowly from his lips.

Your eyes fell on his lips as you watched the smoke fading into the air, and how graciously he did that. He seemed to notice you staring, because looking just a little higher, you could find his piercing gaze firing bullets into you.

You had a small perception of how you might’ve looked that instant, and you felt dumb, but your body screamed for you to keep in place. Something about that moment felt close to home, and just right. You saw his hand raising to his cigarette and watched as he took it off his lips, putting it out on a tile, and you were soon graced by the sound of his breathy laugh.

“I… I just noticed I don’t even know your name” he said, and you broke eye contact, the empty backyard now looked more appealing to stare at.

You told him your name and leaned your head on your shoulder, eyes going back to his. Even though he had the same stance as before, something seemed quite off about his expression. “You okay?”

He frowned and shook his head lightly, placing one of his hands on his forehead. “I guess the alcohol got me too.”

You giggled and crossed your legs.

“I’m Eren” he said, and his voice echoed inside your head, repeating the same phrase over and over. Have I met him before?

Clicking your tongue, you threw your head back and decided to stare at the sky, focusing on something else before you got a headache.

“It’s nice to meet you, Eren” you smiled and from the corner of your eye, you could swear he was smiling, too.

[…]

You woke up covered in sweat and shivers ran down your spine. You threw your covers to the floor and stood on wobbly legs to go to your desk and grab your water bottle, trying to take the cap off with shaky fingers and gulping it all down, the cool liquid being a contrast to your hot throat.

It was weird, you weren’t used to bad dreams. Most nights you would get the normal weird ones, maybe a class scenario, or just memories from your grandma’s house. On the most abnormal cases, you had dreams of flying, but not with wings, you weren’t sure how exactly, but you had those often, too.

Not this night, though.

This dream was vivid, you could feel all the sensations and even smell things. It was like real life, but the things about it… there was no way it could be.

Started with you inside some kind of airship, like those zeppelins you used to see on television, and it was night. You were talking to people you didn’t recognize the faces, but Sasha was there. One moment, you were joking around, the other, she had her eyes fixed on her stomach, and the smile faded from your lips right away when you noticed a small, fresh wound sitting there.

She looked up, eyes finding yours in a helpless gaze, then, she fell.

Bile rose to your throat and you gulped it down, taking deep breaths as you relived the scene once more, the screams of people trying to staunch her wound as she fought for her life, and were beside her, holding her arm and begging for the skies to let her live.

The dream ended with a bloody cough coming from her mouth and red staining your cheek.

You tried to find another water bottle around and gulped the remnants of it, too. You took your phone from the nightstand and pressed home to see it was two in the morning, and you had class at nine, so you could take some time to calm down and sleep a little more later.

You left your room, deciding it was too much to stay there any longer, and in your mind, you kept repeating calming and reassuring words over and over until you were sure that it was just a dream, and it couldn’t affect you. But still, you messaged your friend asking if she was alright, to which she responded right away that she was having trouble to fall asleep.

Maybe out of guilt you would buy her McDonalds later.

Entering the small living area of your apartment, you sat on your couch and threw your legs over the cushions, resting in the comforting darkness and enjoying the sounds that the night came with.

Your phone lit up to a notification and you took it closer to your narrowed eyes, the brightness assaulting your eyes right away.

ErenJaeger01 followed you

A small smile came to your lips as you opened the app, clicking shamelessly on his page and staring at his profile. You didn’t know how he’d found you, but maybe he was just as curious as you were.

The night of the party, you two just talked about some random things until you got a text from Sasha asking if you could hold her hair as she puked, and you said your goodbyes, sadly, not sure if you’d meet him again. Your dumb drunk brain didn’t even think of asking for his number, or saying something remarkable, you just left and thought you wouldn’t see him again too soon.

That’s why you felt something weird in your belly when you looked at his profile.

You didn’t take him for a public profile kind of guy, but even though it was open to all eyes, it didn’t have a lot to work with. He had four pictures, the first one being a young version of him with an older woman, the caption being ‘happy Mother’s Day’ and you felt a smile creep to your mouth.

The second picture was a side profile picture of him sitting on sand shirtless, and you tried not to stare to his chest — even though he was ripped — and the ocean behind him.

Third one was him with two other people, one you recognized as it being Mikasa, the girl you met at the party, and the other being the blonde boy you were introduced to, Armin. It was a sequence of pictures, the two others being them, but younger and younger, and you could see they’d been friends for a while.

The fourth one was another picture of his mother, but she was sitting on a bench wearing a sundress, and the picture had been taken while she wasn’t aware. She was beautiful, and had features just like his, resembling the boy too much. They were both beautiful.

But the caption was just a black heart, and there were two highlighted comments, one from Mikasa that said ‘miss her so much’ and the other one was from an account you didn’t know who it belonged to, saying ‘eight years since an angel joined the sky’.

You felt your heart breaking from the thought. You didn’t know what kind of pain he must’ve been through, but you felt for him.

A yawn fell from your lips and you realized you’d spent a solid 20 minutes just stalking him. You quickly clicked on follow back and turned it off, deciding you should get some rest.

Morning came and with it you were pleased that you were able to dream of something better than before. It was that same flying dream, and you were surrounded by big pine trees, comforted by their smell. Way better than Sasha getting shot, you could say.

#eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren smut #soulmate au #modern au #mikasa #armin arlert #sasha braus #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Everybody Talks Too Much (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Mute!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language, brief violence Summary: Whenever Cassandra gets angry, no one wants to deal with her. Well, no one but you, that is. Thankfully, the middle child appreciates your company... not that she'd ever admit it. Notes: Another self-indulgent fic with a selectively mute reader. This one's a lil different. Sections in italic are mostly indications that the reader is miming actions in order to communicate, though there are a few internal thoughts that are marked as such. Unlike the past two I've done, this takes place pre-relationship, so there's some mutual pining of sorts. I think that's the word.

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Among the many servants of Castle Dimitrescu, there were a number of secret rules to be followed. Guidelines that were never written down, only spoken in hushed whispers, for specific (and dangerous) circumstances. Most could be divided into one of two categories: 1, how to reduce the chances of a Lady of the house killing someone. 2, how to make sure that if they kill someone, it will not be you. Of these rules, there was one that you knew best of all, despite never having been told it. Why? Because you have observed it time and time again. After all, the rule revolved around you. To put it plainly… If Cassandra Dimitrescu was in an awful mood, but had yet to draw blood, send in the mute.

Even now, as you rushed down a corridor, you did not know why this rule was in place. You simply knew that you had been summoned countless times by frantic maidens, to go serve their volatile mistress. Admittedly you did understand their eagerness to thrust the task upon someone else. Cassandra was often considered the deadliest of the Dimitrescu daughters, for she was the quickest to anger, the one with the deepest bloodlust, and took the longest to calm down. Personally, you disagreed, believing that it wasn’t terribly hard to know what she did and did not like. All it took was some observation. It was Daniela who scared you, seeing as she was unpredictable. She didn’t even need to be in a bad mood to want to kill you.

Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean that you saw no danger in working with Cassandra. In fact, you saw a fair bit, such as now: Right as you round the corner, a shiny object hurls past your head, embedding itself into the wall. Had you been walking ever so slightly faster… Well, you preferred not to dwell on such things, especially not when the one who threw the thing was still nearby. Based on the howling laughter and swarm of insects that moves around you, the intended target was Lady Daniela. Across the room is the markswoman herself; Cassandra stood tall, huffing in anger, staring at the spot her sister had just vacated from.

“Damn it!” She yelled, stomping her foot as if the resulting shockwave might do what her weapon had not. Oddly amused, you’re quick to remove the sickle from the wall, careful as to not damage it. It’s a tad dirty, but nothing you can’t fix with your handy pocket cloth. Cleaning as you walk, you slowly move towards your employer, not even bothering to spare her a glance. After all, you had your own rules for dealing with her.

(1: Avoid eye contact for at least one minute after an outburst.)

By the time you make it to Cassandra, the minute has come and gone, allowing you to ever-so politely look her in the eyes when you return her blade. She scoffs, then practically rips the sickle from your hands. This was your job, however, so you made no complaints. Not that you could, at least not verbally. Instead, you gave a short bow of acknowledgement. Afterwards you stood still, awaiting either instructions or a dismissal. Neither came.

“I can’t believe that little shit tried to take my favorite dagger and thought she could get away with it! Agh, the nerve of her! Can you believe this?” Cassandra snapped, turning to you as if you might agree with her. Nod, simple yet effective. “At least you know how to handle a blade. Damn Daniela is lucky she didn’t get any scratches on mine.” Then she pulls the knife in question from its place on her belt, letting it gleam in the light. A soft exhale, head tipping to the side, wow is it pretty. So is the one holding it. Your mind wanders but your gaze does not. Always polite, always ready to serve.

(2: Do not get distracted; she is no patient lover, rather a demanding boss.)

“Cassandra! What was all that noise a minute ago?” Someone called, interrupting your ‘conversation’. The speaker soon appears, being none other than Lady Bela, the most reasonable of the castle residents. Though that meant little, considering the nature of her family. As if to prove your point, Cassandra merely rolls her eyes in reply, refusing to divulge the truth. And so Bela turned her gaze to you, perking a brow. “Feeling up to talking today?” She asked, already knowing the answer. Of course, your hands are already moving, not even waiting for her to finish speaking. This is a game you know intimately.

A hand goes to your belt, moving to pull a nonexistent blade from its sheath. Raising it, moving it forward then back several times, launching it towards the wall- towards the hole left behind. Then shifting, waving your hand in front of your face while exhaling a sharp breath. Flinching. An exaggerated gulp, pretending to check if your nose is still attached, sighing in relief. Lastly, an inclination of your head towards the culprit. Cassandra.

“I was aiming for Daniela. Not that it matters, nobody got hurt,” she stated, confident. Both hands clasped together, then tapping the palms together, mimicking a heartbeat at a reasonable pace. Suddenly a stomp. The beating stops, and you hold your hands next to your ear, as if listening for signs of life. Pause. Three seconds. Worried expression, eyes wide. Finally, fast as a gunshot, the heart beats again, wildly. At this, Bela shoots her sister a look of doubt, as well as judgement. Hoping to change the subject, Cassandra looks to you. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Rubbing your chin, thinking. Squinting for effect. Ah, got it! Both hands go to your sides, lifting the imaginary hem of a dress you aren’t wearing. Waltzing forward, yet in place, with the poise expected of a professional maid. Then the focus shifts to your face. Fear. A silent scream, a hand at your forehead, feeling like you… might… faint. Falling backwards, making a step at the very last second to prevent a real collapse. End scene.

“Someone was scared?” Bela asked, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. When you nod, she does as well, considering the implications. “Why would they send you?”

“I hardly care why, I just want to know who so I can kick their ass,” Cassandra interjects, taking a step closer to you. All you do in response is shrug. Unsurprisingly this is not enough to please her, and before you know it she’s wrapped a hand around your throat. “Give. Me. A. Name. Now.” A perked brow. Thoughts practically telegraphed. ‘What do you expect?’ Opening your mouth, slightly, then wide, back to almost closed. No sound comes out. Obviously. It’s not like you wanted to break your own rule, but in this case you had no choice.

(3: Give her whatever she wants, consequences be damned.)

Luckily for you, Bela acts as a foil to Cassandra, there to smooth the seas. Moving behind you, she reaches into your back pocket and retrieves the notepad you keep there. Then she’s handing it to you while making eye contact with her sister. Cassandra promptly releases you, though she’s clearly not pleased, going so far as to push you away in one last act of anger. Internally you roll your eyes. On the outside, however, you quickly write down everything you know… which isn’t much.

“I don’t remember who it was. A lot of people have asked. This happens a lot.” Then you hand the paper to Bela, who soon looks back up at you in confusion. Too antsy to wait for her own turn, Cassandra yoinks the notepad from her sister’s hands, reading it over several times before reacting.

“What the fuck? Why would they send you to me because somebody pissed their pants in fear? I’m going to kill someone. Ugh, I don’t- this doesn’t make any goddamn sense,” Cassandra ranted, pacing back and forth, looking like she wanted to destroy something immediately. To your surprise, Bela doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned. If anything, she looks amused, and smiles when the two of you make eye contact. Something tells you that she knows something that you don’t. Before you can react, she quietly retrieves your notepad and returns it to you. Then she pauses, thinking, eying you with curiosity.

“Why don’t you go for now? See if anyone thanks you for stepping in, hmm?” She suggested, tone implying that this was absolutely about something else entirely. Still, you don’t care to disobey, and so you bid the two of them farewell with a deep bow. As you leave, you can almost make out part of what they say next. But you’re certain that you must have heard incorrectly. “Showing your favoritism a little too much, sister? If even the servants can see it-” the rest of the sentence is cut off by angry muttering from Cassandra. After that you’re too far away to hear anymore. What a strange day...

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“Hey, you know where Lady Cassandra’s room is, right?” Ygritte asked, casually, definitely not having just been told by someone else that you were the solution to her problem. Pretending that you were unaware of this, you give her a smile and a nod. Later, behind her back, you will mentally add her to your list of people to watch out for. Maybe even decide to refuse to share your biscuits with her. In the meantime, you pretend that you don’t mind whatever task she’s about to dump on you. “Can you bring these books to her? I really have to get back to the kitchen soon, and that’s in the opposite direction…”

Technically true. Something told you that the real problem was that Cassandra had been extra loud the past few days. Regardless, you accept the books from her, leaving before she even finishes thanking you. Why do people do this? I don’t get it, you think. It’s like they think I’m immune to her rage. If that were true, I’d gladly throw myself between her and others. But no, that’s not the case. Hmmph, if only they saw my scars. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you keep walking, subconsciously rubbing the spot on your arm where Cassandra had cut you. Well, the worst spot. Being pain tolerant had made her take interest in you, during your first few weeks, but it’s what allowed you to learn her rules. Your rules, really.

Knock. Knock. A pause… three more, much softer. The door swings open, revealing your Lady, whose eyes widen at the sight of you. Tipping your hat (which you are not wearing), you greet her, forcing another smile. Then you present the books, free hand gesturing with a spiral motion towards them. She doesn’t respond. No, wait, she glances at the door hinges, considering closing the door in your face. Now both of you are staring at each other, daring the other to move.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she finally said. There’s a gruffness to her voice that you hadn’t expected. It’s unlike her usual tone, less angry, more tired. Were those bags under her eyes?... No, just smudged makeup. “Don’t just stand there- tell me why you’re here.” Again, you gesture to the books, extending your hands further towards her. This time she takes a half-step backwards to avoid you. Peculiar. “Someone else was supposed to bring them, dipshit. Fucking hell, why can’t anyone around here do their damn jobs?” At last, she takes the books from you, carrying them deeper into your room. Though she does not close the door, you assume that your job is done. Or maybe you simply do not wish to deal with a Cassandra who’s frustrated by your specific presence. Either way, it breaks one of your rules, though you do not remember until it is too late.

(4: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family.)

“Where the hell are you going?” The sound of buzzing flies, a blur of motion around you, then the form of Cassandra solidifying in front of you. One of her hands is raised, pressing against the center of your chest. She pushes you, hard, making you stumble backwards into her room. Next thing you know you’ve crashed onto her floor. A tad stunned, you bring a hand up to hold your head, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. There’s the sound of a door closing, and then someone’s trying to help you stand. “I didn’t say you could leave yet. Now c’mon, I’ve got stuff for you to do.” Then she’s guiding you to her bed, making you sit down on the end. Panicked thoughts race through your mind one after another. What exactly was she intending? Thankfully you don’t have to wait long to find out. “Read through these, and-” a pause, like she hadn’t known what she was going to say until she was already speaking- “take notes. Make a summary of the bookmarked sections, or whatever.” Handing you a couple books (neither of which being ones you had just brought to her), she sits on the other side of the bed, refusing to look at you. She does, however, say one last thing, voice barely above a whisper. “Just stay for a while, okay?”

Inside your head, you make a mental note to amend your list of rules.

(4.b: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family. If Cassandra asks you to stay, you stay, no matter what. It’s worth it.)

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #stayed up to write this #totes worth it

[theringers]

counting crimes - pierre gasly

illicit affairs, part three

summary: “wandering eyes and comfortable lies, you seem to sleep just fine” counting crimes / nessa barrett

a/n: i’m thinking there’s only gonna be two more parts but that may change, we’ll see. enjoy this and let me know what u think! feedback is always appreciated xoxo

also this gif today killed me

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, semi public sex shocker!, lil angst, cocky pierre

Your eyes widen as you try to comprehend what to do. Someone was at the door and Pierre was still inside of you, in shock. “Hey, y/n? Are you in there?” Max’s voice could be heard through the door. He tried to push the door in but the deadbolt stopped him.

You glared at Pierre, cleared your throat and placed a finger on his lips. “Yes, give me a few seconds.” You panicked and pulled your dress up, trying not to make too much noise.

Where the fuck was Pierre supposed to go? You should have just kept quiet. Your eyes focused on the window and you pointed towards it, quietly shoving him out.

He squeezed himself through the window and stepped down onto the grass. After quietly shutting the window, you looked in the mirror and readjusted your dress. Your hair needed some readjusting as well, so you quickly brushed through it.

You unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door to see your husband. “Hey,” he smiled at you, genuinely happy to see you.

“Hi, Max.” Your voice was shaking but you smiled to try to play it off. You usually had a good amount of time to psych yourself up before you went back to Max but you could still feel how Pierre had fucked you.

You were awful. He placed his hands on your hips and kissed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re kind of hot.” He placed the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Yeah, it was really hot in there but I feel better now.” Hopefully he would buy that story.

“Well, if you’re feeling better now, I have an idea.” His hands rested on your hips again and pulled you into his body. “We have a few minutes to kill. What do you say we have a little bit of fun in here? It is our anniversary after all.” His lips found your neck and placed soft, gentle kisses on the skin. “You look so beautiful tonight, baby.” You were feeling sexually frustrated after being interrupted but he was right. It was your anniversary, so what the hell.

You leaned your neck to the side, inviting him in. “I love this dress, but it needs to come off.” He looked you in the eyes and smiled, reaching around for the zipper. He bent his knees and slowly pulled your dress to your ankles. His hands rested around your calves and move upwards while his lips trailed kisses on the soft skin of your thighs.

His finger pushed aside your panties and he slid a finger between your folds. “Jesus baby, you’re so wet.” He smiled and looked up at you. You moaned and rolled your eyes into the back of your head to avoid making eye contact with him. His tongue found its way between your legs, licking lightly before fucking your pussy with his tongue. You let out a moan while your body jerked toward his face uncontrollably. You needed him to finish you off so badly.

His fingernails ran lightly over the skin on your abdomen down to your thighs. “Oh, Max” you moaned.

Your hand quickly covered your mouth, remembering that even though he wasn’t out there possibly listening there were other people who shouldn’t hear you right now either.

He pulled his suit pants down and took himself in his hand, smiling at you. “I love you,” he said before entering you. He pressed against your body and thrusted up into you while looking in your eyes.

“I love you too, baby.” You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a moan.

Sometimes you forgot what it was like to have sex without the looming threat of someone finding out. Instead of worrying about someone catching you cheating, you were able to focus on the sensation and the intimacy but even now, something was missing.

Max left the bathroom before you, allowing you more time to clean up and look normal. You didn’t want to draw any more attention. “Hey guys, sorry I wasn’t feeling to well.” You said, grabbing your napkin off the table and taking your old seat. Max looked flushed for obvious reasons and couldn’t hide his smile.

You turned to your left and smiled at Pierre and Anna. “Did I miss anything?” Pierre’s gaze was glued to the stage ahead and he refused to look at you. His jaw was clenched and you could feel the steam coming out of his ears. You made eye contact with Anna and cocked your head in confusion. Why was he acting this way? Maybe Anna thinks it’s something she did wrong.

“Nothing important, for us at least,” she said, fixing single pieces of her hair.

Max’s hand gripped your inner thigh and he looked over to you and smiled. You returned the smile but immediately looked in Pierre’s direction to see him still refusing to look at you, his fist balled at his side.

Hotels in random cities at 2 am are lonely. The sound of Max’s snores kept you awake longer than expected. Your mind was wandering to places you wish it wouldn’t and you couldn’t get silence long enough to dream. The air conditioner in the room was set to the coolest temperature - hotel air always hitting different. Your mouth was dry, making you uncomfortable and adding to another thing making you unable to sleep.

You pulled the covers aside in frustration and grabbed a pair of shorts to put on under Max’s oversized Red Bull Racing shirt. You looked around for the room key and slid it off the table as soon as you spotted it.

As you stood in the elevator, you looked down and noticed your bare feet. It was 2 am so you were hoping there was no one important in the lobby. You just wanted a sip of cold water to help put you to sleep.

The night before races always made you nervous. You never knew what was going to happen so you had a constant pit in your stomach over your husband’s safety. That stress only increased when you began sleeping with another driver. Someone else’s safety to worry about.

You smiled at the older couple that greeted you when the elevator door opened. You crossed your arms and tip toed to the mini bar, grabbing the largest bottle of water they carried. After giving the gentleman your room number, you ran towards the closing elevator doors only to be met with familiar blue eyes. His hair was messy and his skin was glowing from sweat.

“Don’t mind me,” he said, stepping to one side. Even though he clearly just worked out you could still smell the strong scent of his cologne. “How have you been, y/n?”

“I’ve been okay. Your summer break looked fun,” you took a quick sip of your water and smiled at him.

“As did yours.” The silence was uncomfortable. You two were always laughing and talking nonstop. It was what you loved about him.

You focused on the pounding of your heart and your eyes wandered, trying to pass the uncomfortable time.

You suddenly lost your balance as the elevator shook, the lights flickered off, and the cables stopped. Turning your head towards Pierre, you began to get worried.

“Did this just break?” He asked, pressing the floor buttons and hoping the lights would come back on.

“Just our luck.” You laughed at yourselves. Why did the universe hate you? You plopped down onto the ground and twiddled your thumbs, realizing that you left your phone in the hotel room. “Do you have your phone?” You asked Pierre.

He lifted his wrist to show his apple watch. “I just went on a run. I never bring it with me on a run.” Of course he didn’t.

You groaned and banged your head on the wall behind you.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” He laughed, pleased with himself. He slid down to join you on the floor, the summer heat starting to creep into the elevator.

After not speaking for the entire summer break, this unconventional meeting was quite uncomfortable. You watched on Instagram as him and his wife vacationed in Bali, looking happy as ever. Granted, he did the same with you but he would never admit it. He had too much pride.

“Why didn’t you ever reach out?” You asked him, bluntly.

He looked at you making you feel dumb. “Why do you think I didn’t? I spent four weeks straight with Anna. Would you want me calling you up while you were on holiday with Max?”

“I don’t know,” you stumbled over your words. “I just would have liked to talk to you.”

“I told you before, I can’t keep doing this.” He said, exhausted at the back and forth you two had done.

“Yet, you do. You tease me and torture me and then say you need to be devoted to her. It’s not fair to me.” You let out a deep breath, exhausted over feeling this way.

“You want to talk about fair? You had sex with Max right after me. Less than five minutes after I was inside of you, he was too.”

You looked at him confused.

“I thought you were just going to talk to him for a few moments and then send him off.” Oh no. “I was waiting for you to open the window and let me back in.” He ran his hands over his face.

“Pierre, I’m so-”

“Don’t, y/n.”

He heard you and Max. You felt remorse for doing it, putting Pierre through that. But at the same time, you didn’t. Pierre is sleeping with his friend’s wife. He has no place to be jealous or mad. He comes second.

“How much did you hear?”

“I left when I heard him talk about how wet you were. He thought it was because of him but he had no idea that it was all for me.” Pierre scooted closer to you and put his hand on your thigh.  “He has no idea how wet you get for me.” He moved in closer to your ear. “How good I make you feel.”

Your head spun at his words. When he made you cum, you forgot about everything in the entire world except for him.

“I’m really sorry, Pierre. That was shitty of me.” You rested your hand on his chest. “Let me make it up to you.” Your hand moved to his thigh and grazed over his thin mesh gym shorts.

You pulled his shorts off and took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head. He pulled your loose hair into his hand as a makeshift ponytail. He let soft groans escape his lips, being mindful of the setting. He would look down to see you taking him fully and have to look away or else he would finish quicker than he would like. Each time his eyes trailed down, his hips thrusted uncontrollably and a grunt would leave his lips.

“That’s it baby,” he said, in a low tone but almost whining. “God, your mouth feels so good. It was made to take my cock.” He continued to fill your mouth and throat, making you gag and tighten around him.

He pulled your head up by your hair and looked at you. “Come sit on my face.” He looked at your outfit, examining how he could take it off in the easiest way possible. He slipped off your comfortable sweat shorts, leaving you in just your Red Bull tee.

He laid down on the ground and hoisted your legs up and around his chest, getting the perfect view of your ass.

You stroked his cock and started to grind your hips against his chest. He took you in his hands immediately, not up for teasing, and pulled you onto his face. You rocked your hips over his face at a slow, light pace while still focusing on taking him in your mouth.

His tongue flicked your clit while his thumbs massaged your ass, pressing down hard and most definitely leaving bruises.

You moaned at the feeling of your legs beginning to tingle. He loved to 69 with you because every time you got an ounce of pleasure, your moans vibrated around his cock. You would tighten your throat and gag, sending him down a spiral. You both knew how to make each other feel incredible.

His facial hair tickled your inner thighs and left light scratches on the skin. As you ground your hips into his mouth, the sensation got rougher but the pleasure just increased.

He used his ab muscles to thrust into your throat, looking for his release. You tightened your grip around the base of his cock and suctioned even harder with your mouth as he let go.

Your legs went fully numb as the tension began to build in your stomach. You reached your peak, hearing Pierre’s tongue lap at your juices.

You rolled off of his body, looking for your shorts. The guilt was already beginning to set in and you couldn’t escape it now. You were stuck.

Pierre wiped his mouth with his hand and you noticed his whole face was wet. He was still smiling.

“I just hope Anna and Max aren’t standing there waiting for us when these doors decide to open.”

“Wouldn’t that be the icing on the cake?” You laughed, brushing your fingers through your now knotty hair.

Pierre pulled his shorts back on and looked at you. “Now be honest with me, who eats your pussy better? Me or him?”

“You can’t ask me that.”

“I can and I did.”

“Well, I’m not going to give you an answer.”

He laughed at you, not the reaction you were expecting. “Don’t worry, I already have the answer. I heard the sounds you make when he’s between your legs. It’s nothing compared to the sounds you just made for me.” He winked at you, knowing exactly where you stand with him.

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[oblxvion]

euphoric | eren jaeger (1)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 5.4k

-> warnings: use of marijuana, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, oral (f and m receiving), fluff

you were stressed. it was almost the end of the term, and you had spent the past two weeks studying and prepping for your exams because you needed those grades. you had been slipping a lot in your classes but you managed to bring your grades up with the help of your good friend armin. he was extremely smart and honestly, without him, you didn't even want to think about what your grades would be.

“ugh, sasha, i can’t study any more.” you groaned, bringing you head down to into the vast sea of review that you had been going over as per armin’s request. “i need a break, i feel like my brain is going to fucking explode.”

sasha looked over up from her phone and laughed. “it’s gonna be worth it, i promise. once you finish these exams, you’ll be able to relax for a bit. do you wanna smoke later ‘cause we’re all getting together later at eren’s, i forgot to tell you.”

you hadn’t checked your phone in the past few hours so you didn't know that there were plans that had been made. 

you didn’t move your head as you contemplated the thought, it sounded like fun to see everyone and ignore the work you had for at least a bit. exams weren’t for another week and a half, so you should be fine.

“yeah, i'll come.”

“yay! i’ll text the group chat and let them know that we’re gonna leave at around 6.” she squeals as she grabs her phone and starts typing away a text that you soon receive as well.

“ok, i need to nap first. plus it’s like 4 so i’m gonna pass out for a bit.” you got up from the kitchen table and made your way over to your bedroom, beginning to get comfortable. “wake me up at 5.” you yelled so she could hear from her room.

“you got it.” sasha yelled back. you could tell that she said that with food in her mouth. 

“typical.” you chuckled as you felt your body drift off to sleep.

“y/n! hey! wake up! it’s 5:30. i lost track of the time.” sasha tried to shake you awake in which you grumbled in response. 

“ugh, ur so timely.” you joked as you made your way out of your room, and into the shared bathroom. wow i look like shit you thought to yourself as you turned from side to side trying to see all of what you looked like in your oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

there was not enough time for you to get ready to look at least presentable, but you felt gross so you turned on the shower and threw your clothes into your hamper. you put on some music because who showers without music and you made sure to shave because it had been awhile since you had and you wanted to feel clean.

once you had finished, you grabbed a towel and checked the time on your phone. 5:40. perfect.

“y/n, we have like 20 minutes,” sasha called from her room. “do you think you can be ready by then?”

“yeah, i just need to dry my hair and throw on some clothes and i should be good.” you said as you walked into her room, she was pretty much ready to go, and dressed in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. no one really dressed up for these sessions because everyone was already super comfortable with each other.

“ok i’m gonna go change, i don't know if i’ll have enough time to dry my hair though.” 

“you’ll be fine. plus, we can be a bit late, they wouldn’t start without us anyways.” she says with a smile as she puts on a sweatshirt.

you made your way back to your room and threw on a pair of sweatpants, a loose fitting tank top and your favorite pullover. as you made your way back to the bathroom to dry your hair, you found yourself stressing once again about your exams to which you took a deep breathe and reminded yourself that you needed to relax and this was a well deserved break. 

after you finished drying your hair, you quickly ran a brush through it, and put on some deodorant along with your favorite perfume.

“ok sash, i’m ready.” you called from the bathroom as you fixed your appearance for the last time. 

“perfect! i ordered us an uber because i don’t really wanna drive and i know you don't like driving high.” she says as she grabs the last of her things and we make our way out the door and to the bottom of our apartment complex.

“soooo...” 

you look at her as the uber pulls over to the side of the road. “so what?”

“have u been seeing anyone recently?” sasha looks over to you as she gets into the uber after you. 

“how could i? i’ve literally been studying nonstop. i wish though.” you say with a sigh. you had been so preoccupied with studying and getting your grades up that you haven’t had the time to see anyone except friends. “why do you ask?”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i was just curious, you know, being your roommate and all.” somethings up, she’s clearly trying to pick at something and this does not go unnoticed by you.

“ok,” you laughed and shook your head. “whatever you say.”

before you knew it, you both arrived at eren’s apartment complex. for some reason, you felt anxious. you knew the boys that were going to be there but you had this gut feeling that something was going to happen.

the two of you made your way up to his floor and knocked on his door which was opened almost instantly as if he were waiting.

“sasha!” connie exclaimed, embracing the girl into a bear hug. “hey y/n.” 

“hey connie.” you smiled in response. it was really cute how the two of them were so close, it’s almost like they were twins. you made your way into the apartment and saw jean and eren, arguing over god knows what.

“hey guys!” you say as you walked over to the two of them, hugging them both. 

“y/n! it’s been a while. how’s studying with armin?” jean asks as he pulls away from the hug.

“god. don't even get me started. i am in hell. armin’s being so helpful though.” you chuckle as you walked over to eren, who was looking at something on his phone but quickly shoved it away when he saw you coming towards him.

“hey y/n.” he says with his boyish smile as he pulls you into a side hug and you notice that his hand lingers for a bit longer than normal but you smile in response.

“so, can we smoke now that they’re finally here?” connie asks as it was very clear that he was getting impatient. 

“yeah, yeah, let’s go to the deck.” eren’s apartment had a deck with was extremely nice and over time, it had become the signature smoke spot for you guys. it had an outdoor couch and a few chairs along with a small table which was perfect.

you made your way to your favorite spot which was the right corner of the couch so you could be close to the edge of the balcony and look out at the view of the city. everyone had their signature spots, it was like an unspoken rule but everyone followed it. eren next to you on the couch, sasha, jean and connie in the three chairs on the opposite side of the table.

there were some blankets already outside along with a speaker that eren played some music on to set the vibe. 

“since you guys were taking too long, i rolled us a joint so we could smoke sooner.” eren said as he sat down next to you.

“aw, how kind.” you tease him as you nudge yourself against his shoulder, earning a chuckle from him. “dibs on first hit.” 

“aw, c’mon!” jean whined, knowing that you always give the blunt to eren right after you hit. 

“i get priority since eren is my best friend.” you smirk and wait for eren to say anything but he just laughs and shakes his head. 

you and eren had always been close ever since you started school. he even introduced you to everyone, which was the reason why you were here with them now.

eren took out his lighter and lit the joint and passed it to you. you took it between your pointer finger and thumb and took a long drag. 

oh how you had missed this feeling. the feeling of being high with your friends. you passed the blunt back to eren as he took a hit himself and you exhaled the smoke.

the joint was passed around the circle until everyone had gotten a good amount of hits and it was finished. you felt your high and you leaned back into the couch as you closed your eyes.

“tired?” 

you opened your eyes and looked over to eren who’s eyes were red, just like yours. “no, just relaxing. this is nice. i needed this.”

“yeah, i noticed. armin told me that you’d been really stressed lately so i texted asking if people wanted to smoke but you didn't respond so i assumed you were studying,” he says as he stretched his arms and placed them just behind your shoulders.

“thanks,” you laughed as you stared into his turquoise eyes only now noticing how pretty they were. you had looked him in the eyes before but this time it felt different and he felt it too. but your staring was soon broken by sasha’s wails of being hungry.

“there’s food in the fridge, i had takeout last night so there’s probably some leftovers.” eren nods his head towards the inside of his apartment. sasha stood up and made her way towards the food as connie followed her.

“hey! save some for me!” he yelled as he chased after her. all that was left was you, eren and jean. there was clearly some tension in the air but you decided to ignore it.

“ain’t no way i’m gonna be third wheeling right now.” jean huffed quietly and joined the two inside. 

third wheeling? you ignored it because jean obviously knows that you and eren are close friends, nothing more.

oh, how you were wrong.

eren looked over to make sure that there was no way for the others to see the deck and he moved his arm down towards your shoulder. you were shocked by this, but in a way, it was comforting. 

“y/n?” he asked staring off into the distance.

“hm?” 

he didn't respond so you took it upon yourself to look up at him.

“what’s up?”

no response once again.

your lidded eyes becoming heavy as he looked down at you with a tender look on his face. he leaned his face closer to yours until your noses were touching.

“eren?”

his lips connected with yours, igniting a feeling inside your chest that you had pushed away when you first became close. you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss. eren pulled back and tucked your hair behind your ear as he went back in for another kiss. you didn’t know what to do but the feeling that this gave you, it wasn’t like any other kiss you had before.

“wanted to do this for a long time.” he whispers and rests his nose on yours. 

you didn’t know what to say in response so you pulled him back for another kiss that was interrupted by the three of them coming back out onto the deck. you pulled away quickly, hoping that no one had seen what just happened. eren kept his hand on your shoulder, but no one had asked about it so you just let it slide.

it had been a few days since you had last seen eren. everyone was texting in the group chat about plans for the upcoming days but you had to study, or at least try to study. the kiss that you and eren shared had been replaying in your head ever since it had happened. you knew that he was high and he may not remember it, but it still bugged you and you had to know.

but most importantly, this kiss had sparked feelings inside you that you had pushed away so long ago and it was beginning to get hard to consume them. eren was constantly on your mind, and you couldn’t focus on your work. 

you needed to talk to him but you didn't know how because you didn't know that he had these feelings for you and you didn't know that you still had those feelings for him. you realized that you were ignoring these feelings that you had for him because he was your close friend and you didn’t want that to ruin your relationship.

it was driving you crazy. you needed to talk to him. 

you grabbed your phone and clicked on eren’s contact and called him. it didn’t even finish the first ring.

“hey y/n! what’s up? how’s studying?” he said and you felt your heart swell at him saying your name, which never happened before until now.

“hey, can you come over later? i need to talk to you,” you sigh. this is it, you need to know if he truly had those feelings or he was just playing with you.

“yeah, of course,” he stammered. “is everything ok?”

“yeah, everything's fine, i just wanna talk to you.”

“ok, i can get a ride now if you want me to.” is he eager?

you looked at the time and remembered that sasha was out with connie and jean so she would probably not be coming back tonight.

“actually, yeah, that sounds fine. see you soon, eren.”

“ok, i’ll text you when i’m close.”

“ok,” you ended the call and placed your phone down, taking your head in your hands. you’re overreacting right? he definitely feels for you, why else would he kiss you?

“i need to shower.” you said to yourself, trying to ignore the thoughts in your head.

as you got out of the shower, you heard your phone get a text, which you assumed to be eren. walking back to your room, you heard a knock at the door and you froze. you were still in a towel and debating whether or not you should open the door for him, which you did because you didn't want to leave him standing out there.

“hey y/n, oh,” he stops and looks you up and down. 

“sorry, i just got out of the shower.” you say as you open the door and motion for him to come inside. “can you just wait a sec while i go put some clothes on?”

“oh, uh, yeah. i’ll wait in the kitchen.” he looks around and scratches the back of his head nervously. his hair was tied back into a messy bun like usual and wearing gray sweatpants with a black shirt and his chain peeking out from under it. “you good?” he asked as he took off his shoes.

oh my god, was i staring?

“oh, yeah, i'm fine. i just spaced out a bit, sorry.” you chuckle nervously, tucking a piece of your wet hair behind your ear. “i’ll be right back.”

“take your time.”

you made your way back to your room and threw hung your town on your closet door as you looked for clothes to wear. you opted for a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt that was sasha’s but for some reason, it was in your closet. once you had finished changing, you made your way over to the mirror that was across for your bed to make sure that you looked fine.

“ok, breathe.” you exhaled and opened your door calling for eren to come into your room.

he came into your room, still clearly feeling awkward about your interaction from before. “nice room, i like the led lights you have.” 

“thanks,” you laughed and sat on the bed, motioning for him to come sit next to you, which he did.

“so, what's on your mind y/n?” he asks, leaning up against the headboard and trying to get comfortable. 

“i don’t know, i've just been thinking about some things recently, and i can't seem to get them out of my head.” ok, good start.

“like what?” he looks over at you. oh no, don't look at me like that.

“the kiss we shared a few days ago, it’s been in my head on repeat.”

eren looks confused and looks towards your mirror, “is that a bad thing?”

“huh? i mean no, it’s not, i just don’t know what to do because these feelings have come back that i pushed away from when we became close because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. but right now, it’s consuming me and i don’t know what to do.”

“well, i wouldn’t have kissed you without having feelings for you, y/n. i don’t know how you didn't notice it. i’ve been kinda bad at hiding it.” he said calmly as his gaze remained in front of the two of you. “but if you didn’t like it, we can just forget about it. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” he turns to look at you once again. 

“no, i enjoyed it actually, but...” you trail off nervously, feeling your face becoming hot. you tried to turn away but his hand grabbed your chin and turned you back to face him. 

“but what?” he says softly, looking into your eyes which caused your heart beat to pick up. he thought it was so cute how you were getting so flustered by him.

“but i don’t want to be played...” you averted his gaze.

“y/n, i would never play you.”

you look back at him, now knowing the answer that had been bothering you for the past few days. it took all your strength to not kiss him right there but he beat you to it, closing the gap between the two of you. in that moment, all your worries had washed away, feeling content and glad that you had this conversation with him. the kiss soon escalated into you and eren sliding your tongues into the others mouth. you felt yourself getting hot once again but this time, a completely different reason. eren brought his hand that was on your chin behind your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss as you melted into his mouth once again, whimpering at the feeling. eren could feel it go straight to his dick that was now straining in his pants, trying to contain himself because he didn't know whether you wanted this or not.

“let me show you how much i care for you, yeah?” he says as he pulls away for a brief second. 

“eren, please,” you whimper as his lips met yours once again but this time with more passion. eren then moved so he was on top of you, caging you in his arms as he continued to kiss you. “i want you.”

“’want you too, baby.” the pet name going straight to your core. eren moaned as he moved from your lips down to your neck, gently kissing and sucking to leave a mark. he then placed his hands at the bottom of your shirt, looking at you as if he was asking with his eyes for permission to undress you, you nodded your head vigorously and lifted your hands up so he could take it off. 

“no bra? it’s like you’re begging me to fuck you, angel.” he then brought his lips down to your left nipple, gently sucking on it while taking the other between his fingers, moving it around earning a moan from you at the feeling. he then moved over to the right and did the same action. “you’re so beautiful.”

“ohmygod please, please,” you knew you sounded desperate, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been denying the fact that you had wanted this for so long.

“use your words, tell me what you want.” he groaned and came back up to kiss you, relishing in the feeling of your lips against his.

“’wanna feel you,”

“where, pretty girl?” he sat up at looked down at you with a smirk on his face, he knew where you wanted him but he wanted, no needed to hear you say it. 

“’want you inside me eren, please,” you whined arching your back so he could get the message. he chuckled and brought himself back down towards your sternum, placing wet kisses as he made his way down to the waistband of your shorts. 

“can i?” he looked up at you and immediately saw the approval in your eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me, do you?” you whimper at his remark, lifting your hips up in the process so he could take your shorts off easier to reveal your thong and the painfully obvious wet spot. he placed a finger on your slit, dragging it down slowly, teasing you.

“stop teasing me,” you whined, trying to prop yourself on your elbows but to caught up with the euphoric feeling that you couldn't. eren slowly took off your panties to tease you even more, and threw them behind him onto the floor.

“fuck, baby. this all for me?” he looked up at you with his jade green eyes meeting your e/c ones. he could feel the precum running down his shaft, struggling to keep his composure.

“yes eren, all for you.” your breath hitched as he spit onto your needy heat, bringing his tongue down to your clit, giving it a few kitten licks before he quickened his pace and wrapped his left arm around your leg to keep you in place, not once breaking eye contact. “fuck, keep doing that, holy shit!” you could feel him smirk against your core, and if it couldn't get any better, you felt a finger at your entrance before sliding in. “eren!” he felt so embarrassed to be rutting his cock against the bed but the noises you were making were sinful and he couldn’t help himself.

you began to feel your stomach tighten as he added another finger into your hole and picked up the pace. the sensation was incredible, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and the pace of his fingers going in and out of your pussy. your slick was dripping down his fingers, it was driving him crazy. he felt you tighten around his fingers, you were close.

“’gonna, ‘m gonna cum eren, please,” your release was so close, you just needed one more push.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” he groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your whole body and you felt the coil snap. the moan you let out was pure sin and eren thought he was going to cum on the spot. “that’s it baby, good fucking girl.” as you got down from your high, you realized that he didn’t stop, you were sensitive, eren knew that but he needed one more from you.

“eren it’s too much, fuck,” you cry out as he brings his mouth back down to your heat and you can already feel yourself getting close again, and he could tell. you came even quicker this time, your juices gushing all over eren’s tongue. he lapped all of it up, not letting a single drop go to waste, and then taking his fingers covered in your slick into his mouth.

“you taste so good, i couldn’t get enough of you.” he whispers as he comes back up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. you reach down towards his throbbing cock, but he shook his head. “this is about you, baby.”

“please?” you look up at him and he couldn’t say no. he knew that he would not last long if you did as much as place your tongue on his tip. noticing that he didn't say anything, you took this as your chance. you flipped him over so that you were on top, and you could feel how hard he was. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him take it off, revealing his perfectly toned chest with chiseled abs. he threw the shirt to another place in the room, pulling you into another kiss shortly after. you moved from his lips down to his neck and down his chest stopping at his sweatpants to pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his swollen tip leaking with precum. he was larger than average and it excited you every bit. you smirked to yourself, and placed your lips on his tip, his breath hitched at the feeling.

you began to slowly drag your tongue down his shaft, maintaining eye contact with him, just like he did with you. you then took him in your mouth seeing how his legs tensed, you began to go even further. 

eren was trying so hard not to grab your head and push you onto his dick, afraid that he was going to ruin the moment with you and be too aggressive. you then took your mouth off with saliva connecting from his tip to your lips and then went back down taking him all in your throat before bobbing your head up and down, coming up for air while jerking him off. the sounds he was making went straight to your warmth, making you wetter by the minute.

“keep doing that, fuck y/n,” he groaned as his will vanished and he took your hair in his hands beginning to help guide you on his dick. he ran his hand through his hair and looked back at you, knowing that this image will forever be imprinted in his head. his legs tensed and you felt it, he was close. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum.” he groaned as he shot thick white ropes of cum down your throat, you gladly took all of it and opened your mouth to show him that you did. 

“fuck, you did so good, so good.” he pulled you up towards him as you laughed into the kiss, and suddenly you were back on the bottom. “but now i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he aligned himself with your entrance and your mind became fuzzy with the feeling of his tip right where you needed him most. he slowly pushes himself in but you didn’t need to adjust, and he began to move at a steady pace.

“oh fuck,” eren threw his head back at the sensation of finally being inside of you, the way your walls grazed his dick, pulling him back him. it was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “you feel so fucking good y/n.”

“fuckfuckfuck, ’m gonna cum eren.” the feeling came back embarrassingly quick but you didn’t care, the feeling was amazing.

“yeah? you’re gonna fucking cum? cum on my cock. cum on my fucking cock.” eren growled as his chain was in your face. hearing him be so demanding and aggressive set something off and you felt yourself release but this time it was different, arching your back at the feeling. eren was taken aback by the fact that he made you squirt, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“that’s it, squirt all over my fucking cock.” he rode you out of your orgasm and continued to plow you into the mattress, picking up his pace. he was close but not quite there yet. you had taken into account that eren was aggressive in bed but he was being gentle with you at first, and you loved every bit of it. you wanted to make it more interesting. before you could even think, your hand met his cheek, and eren looked at you with a shocked expression but his eyes grew dark with lust. 

“fuck me like you mean it, jaeger.” you growled, hoping to get a reaction out of him. and oh boy, did it get a reaction.

“yeah? fuck you like i mean it?” he slapped you across the face, and then grabbed your cheeks and spit into your mouth. “swallow it.” if you thought you couldn’t get turned on anymore, you were so wrong. you rutted your hips against his, moaning at the sensation. this side of you was so different, and eren fucking loved it. he grabbed your throat, squeezing it and making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you with force.

“look at you, never knew you could be such a slut.” the name made you clench around him like a vice, earning a groan from him. “taking my cock so fucking well.” the feeling of you tightening around his cock for the 2nd time that night was making him lose his mind, he wasn’t going to last any longer and he knew that you weren’t either. he brought his hand that was around your neck down to your neglected clit and began rubbing circles as his pace became erratic. he was so close and so were you, but he needed you to come with him, he had to feel that feeling again. 

“fuck, i’m so close baby. fucking cum with me,” he moaned as he brought his head to your neck, you brought your arms and wrapped them around him, bringing him closer to you. before you could even comprehend, you released your juices, spraying all over his pelvis as he came shortly after you, painting your insides white. he stilled, trying to catch his breath but to his shock, you flipped him so that you were on top once again.

“not done yet.” you moaned as you began to grind yourself onto his cock. eren still so sensitive from his past orgasm that he was barely holding on by a string. seeing you on top of him, the way your breasts bounce and the way you look from this angle is driving him insane. he knows that he’s not going to last like this, the way you’re riding him, he grabs onto your hips and guides you.

you’re so overstimulated, you can’t even think straight. eren is trying so hard not to cum before you, but your pussy is milking him dry and before he knew it, he came inside you once again, legs shaking from the overstimulation. you lifted yourself off him and began to frantically rub your clit as you squirted all over his chest and pelvis. eren stared at you in awe, the way you looked like when you came and knowing that it was from him was a huge boost to his ego.

you finally collapsed onto his chest, trying to calm your breathing as he wrapped his arms around you. the both of you basked in this silence, thinking about the sex you just had.

“hope i wasn’t too rough, i kinda got carried away.” eren chuckled as he ran his fingers down your back, earning a laugh from you.

“no not at all, i really liked it actually.” you looked up at him, placing your chinos his chest. 

“I'm glad, been wanting to do that for a while,” he paused, as if he was looking for the right words to say. “i really like you, y/n.”

your heartbeat quickened, and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i really like you too, eren.” you blushed, “stay the night.” you didn't have class the following morning, so it was fine.

“ok, will do.” he squeezed you tighter, and you utterly being exhausted, you felt yourself drift off to sleep. eren gently moved you over and walked into the bathroom, finding a small towel and cleaning you and himself up. he grabbed you a new pair of underwear from your closet and the his shirt on the floor, dressing you before he put his sweatpants back on.

you felt the bed dip and a pair of arms bring your back to his chest and press a kiss to your cheek.

“’night y/n.”

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[finelinevogue]

I am in love with the little moments series at the moment 🥰🥰🥰😍😍

Could U do something with harry, Oli and Felix seeing little Bella holding hands with a boy when they pick her up from school and how they react when they get home 🤣🤣

me and you both - ‘little moments’ is my new obsession!! let’s see how this turns out then!! hope you enjoy;

oli - 10, felix - 8, isabelle - 5

“Hey buddy how was school?”

Harry greeted Felix as he walked up to his dad, whilst Oli stood beside Harry on his dad’s phone - as sociable as ever by playing Doodle Jump.

“Great dad! I got to write my own story and Mrs Bailey told me i’m going to be the best author.” Felix exclaimed about his dad excitedly, whilst Harry took his small hand to walk them all to the playground opposite to pick up the last of the three of them; Isabelle.

Harry was doing the after school run today. He had been to see a friend nearby and thought he’d save you a job by picking up the little rascals instead today. They all finished at different times, was the problem. Oli finished first at 3:15pm and then Felix at 3:30pm and finally Belles at 3:45pm. Why the littlest of all the children finished school last Harry had no idea?

“Did she now? What was the story about - Oli come on, quit dawdling.” Harry deferred from his question to stop and tell his trailing son to get a move on, bumping into people as his eyes stayed glued to the game in his hand.

“It was about our family and how we all went to the cinema and watched our life on one of the massive TVs!” Harry looked down at his son in awe, thinking about how brilliant that idea just was.

“That’s so clever little man! Good job!” Harry squeezed Felix’s hand and then turned to cross the little road between the boys’ school and Belle’s school. “Alright Oli hold my hand please, mate.”

“But daaad.” Oli whined, obviously having to pause or lose his game for the time being.

“Oli,” Harry warned, not appreciating the tone in Oli’s voice, “alright let’s go.” After checking both ways too many times, they all crossed together. Harry nodded at an oncoming cyclist, who stopped for them, in thanks.

“Are we picking up Belle now?” Oli asked, still holding his dads hand - probably because he was trying to be extra good now his dad had told him off shortly.

“Yes bud. Just gotta wait a bit.” Harry told them, walking into the playground and sitting down on the closest bench.

A few of the regular mums waved hi to Harry, blushing when he nodded or waved hi back. Harry never understood why it happened, but you’d told him that he was the gossip of the playground and that even Jennifer’s mum was talking about how handsome he was. He didn’t even know who the fuck Jennifer was! All he knew is that he was, apparently, known as ‘The dilf’ of the playground. Now, he’d had to search up what that meant and was shocked, yet modestly flattered, by the results. When he asked you whether you thought he was a ‘dilf’ you had answered with “do I really have to answer that, or shall I just take off my clothes right here?” And it doesn’t take Sherlock to work out what happened next.

After 5 minutes the bell sounded and all the children filed out, running to their parents and guardians as fast as their little legs could carry them.

“Daddy?” Felix asked, swinging his legs back and forth on the bench.

“Yes Fix?” Harry answered, whilst keeping an eye out on the playground for his daughter.

“Why is Belle’s holding hands with that boy?” Harry’s eyes shot down to his son and then straight to the direction he was looking to. He was right. His baby girl was holding hands with another boy. What was the meaning of this?

“C’mon you two, let’s go.” Harry ushered his boys up and walked over to his daughter, whom when saw her dad she let go of the boys hand instantly and ran over to Harry instead. Harry’s heart felt a little lighter at the sight.

“Daddy!” Belle laughed as she ran over to him, Harry bending down to crouch so he could engulf her in a tight hug. Her arms wrapped around his head and she giggled as he kissed her cheek with welcome.

“All good sweetheart?” He asked, brushing some loose hair out of her eyes and behind her ear.

“Yes!”

“Who was that little boy who was holding your hand?” Harry couldn’t help but ask, even though he really didn’t need to.

“Oh that’s Freddie. He said I was his playground girlfriend but I don’t like him so I just told him i’m going to be a single girl without him.” The independence from his 5 year old blew his mind. but he’d never felt such pride. Good for her. ‘Playground girlfriend’ ? What kind of pre-school— okay never mind, Harry thought.

“That’s my girl.” Harry kissed her cheek again, before coming to hold his hand as they all walked off towards the car together. Towards home.

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[leetotters]

could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

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