#so I wrote this real quick like

[casdean-jenmish]

Chapstick • B. Barnes

Word Count: 1k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a simple girl with a problem that most suffer with, dry lips. In desperate need she begins asking around the compound for the one that can help her. She never expected to a get a question that changes everything.

Warnings: implied smut, sexual tension, sexual situation, spanking, choking, pet names (sargent, princess, doll, cockslut), dom vibes, I think that’s it 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣

All fucking day, my lips have been driving me crazy. With this cold weather, my lips naturally began to dry out. It make them chapped, rough, and honestly? A pain in the ass to deal with. This morning when I woke up, I already knew that I would have issues today. The only issue is that I couldn’t find chapstick anywhere in this god forsaken compound. How is it that none of these assholes deal with a simple problem like chapped lips? Even Peter, the kid who usually has one of everything, didn’t have chapstick. It’s straight bullshit.

I dragged myself into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water in hopes some form hydration would help. As soon as I stepped in I seen Steve, Bucky, and Sam all sitting at the island. Sam was eating something, while Steve and Bucky were going over their last mission. “Morning boys.” I said as I made my way to the fridge. “Morning Y/N.” Came from all three men. As I reached for a bottle of water from the open fridge, I realized I hadn’t asked Bucky yet. He’s a super solider like Steve, why would he need chapstick? I ignored the little voice in my head as I closed the fridge. I set my bottle of water down on the counter before turning to the men.

“Barnes?” I asked cutting off Steve and Bucky’s conversation. Both looked over at me, Steve more agitated than Bucky was. “We’re in the middle of finishing up our report Y/N.” Steve said, but Bucky wasn’t having it. “Don’t be a jerk punk, what do you need doll?” A small smile made it way to my face at the term. Bucky was always kind to me. Usually flirted a little with each conversation. It was nice having the attention of such an adonis of a man. There were many nights that I had spent dreaming of the Sargent.

“I know it’s a long shot, but do you have any chapstick by chance? My lips are really dry today and I need something.” I said almost exasperated. I really didn’t want to have to leave the compound today to buy a simple tube of chapstick. I watched as his eyes light up with something I couldn’t quite place. When a smirk made it way to his face, I knew this was going to end a different way that what I expected. “Which lips pretty girl?”

My mind completely shut down as I watched Steve and Sam almost snap their necks to look at Bucky. No fucking way he just said that to me. Absolutely not. No fucking way. I must have misheard him. “I, uh, I’m, what?” The words left my lips before my brain could even process. It’s like everything had shut off completely in my body. His smirk widened as he looked me over. “I said, which lips? Top?” I watched intently as his eyes dropped down to where I was practically throbbing. “Or bottom?”

A wave of slick rushed out of me as he bit his bottom lip before slowly making eye contact with me. Nothing but pure amusement and lust swirled in his beautiful blue irises. I could feel my throat drying out quickly as he waited for my response, but what do you even say to that? How do you response to something like that? “Which one’s princess?” I clenched around absolutely nothing at the new term of endearment. My body lighting up like a fucking christmas tree. Oh it’s fucking on.

I ran my tongue across my bottom lip, catching his eye. I cleared my throat before meekly saying, “Well both are wet now Sargent.”

Now was Sam and Steve’s turn to snap their heads in my direction. Jaws dropped on both men. I could see the fire in Bucky’s eyes grow as he clenched his jaw. “Bucknasty!” Sam said clapping his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. His laughter filling the now tense space. I gulped as Bucky slowly turned his head towards Sam, almost murderous intent in his eyes. “You and Steve have about five seconds to get out this kitchen before I bend her over the counter.” My breath caught in my throat as he spoke the words with a scarily calm voice.

“Wait what-“ Steve words were cut off as Bucky stood from his seat. I watched with anticipation as he practically stalked his way over to me. Oh fuck, he’s actually going to do it. “Shit, he’s serious.” I heard Sam say as him and Steve hurried their way out the kitchen. As soon as Steve stepped out, Bucky’s hand was wrapped around my throat. His brought his face closer to mine, allowing me to feel his hot breath against my lips.

“You’re going to be a good little princess and bend over for me, understood?” I let out a breathy moan at his words. The result of not answering him only caused his hand to squeeze around my throat for a second. “Is that understood?” He growled out, lips almost meeting mine. I nodded, but it wasn’t good enough for him. “Use your big girl words, princess.” His hand tightened slightly around my throat, making me gasp. “Yes Sargent.” I whined. I was practically soaked, making me very uncomfortable with the lack of attention.

“Then do it.” As he released his grip from around my throat, I turned and followed through with the instructions. “I hope these are replaceable doll.” I raised an eyebrow, questioning what he meant. As soon as I felt hands on me and the sound of ripping, I knew I was in for a good time. He let out a low groan which made me clench yet again. “You and this pretty little pussy are going to be the fucking death of me princess.” I let out a moan as I felt his hand come down on my ass, the slap sending more noise through the room. “Gonna make you my little cockslut.”

I should’ve asked him for chapstick sooner.

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #my works #kind of a Drabble #tiktok gave me the idea #so I wrote this real quick like #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader smut #CasDeanJenMish writes

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Not to be a big fat nerd but I’ve been thinking so much about Johanna’s relationship to a body she doesn’t understand growing up. Her medical records say her blood is O-, but that’s because it has none of the usual membrane proteins that would allow it to be classified into the ABO or the Rh systems; her ears are pointier than any other kid in her class’s, but that’s gotta be genetic, right? Like those genes that make it so the lobe is stuck or loose? But she can’t know, her auntie is the only family she has and she insists she doesn’t feel comfortable showing her ears, for some reason. Many of her classmates say they’re allergic to polen, but she doesn’t get it! How come, she only feels awesome when she’s in nature. She does feel her throat tighten sometimes, though, and her skin break out in rashes. But that’s only ever when she eats red meat (and beans, too, but only if she drinks orange juice along with it. It never made a lot of sense to her) or touched something with rust in it. She feels the most alert at dawn and dusk; thats kind of odd, most people her age feel groggy at school in the early mornings. But everyone has different circadian rhythms, she supposes.

She grows up, and gets pregnant; her obgyn is worried, her body is giving signs of rejecting the fetus, it’s producing antibodies against it. Johanna is horrified. Her aunt only chuckles and says her mother had something similar, she gives Johanna a homemade herbal tea and an amulet and all the symptoms disappear. The problem goes undiagnosed. They test the child’s blood,right after the c section (the pregnancy had been too freaky, the gynecologist didn’t want to risk a normal birth). Her results came back O- as well, but how is this possible? The father is an AB+, after all. Doesn’t matter. It’s not the doctor’s business if she’s cheating — but it is their business if the baby’s blood test was mistaken and the Rh- mother came into contact with Rh+ blood. That’s what they say when they connect a bag of anti Rh+ antibodies to her IV access. Better to be safe than to risk fetal erythroblastosis next time she has a kid. They explain this to her, and it makes no sense — she isn’t cheating. But the doctors don’t seem to be willing to listen to her, just like they aren’t willing to believe that blue hair runs in the family. They call the hospital’s social worker to talk to her; maybe she’s drunk, maybe there’s a reason she lies so much. She walks away from that hospital angry and frustrated.

Her daughter doesn’t have her pointy ears. But the allergy to iron, she seems to have inherited. She just hid it better, behind the explanation of a vegan diet. Neither of them ever suffered from the low blood iron. No blood test ever says her daughter is Rh positive, but she knows Anders’ was, she knows it. Is that even possible? She looks it up, finds out it is, actually, if he was a heterozygous positive. But nothing justifies her being O, it should have been A or B. Has Johanna done that herself? Single-handedly bent the actual rules of genetics and made it so it’d be harder for her daughter to get blood, should she ever need it? Sounds unlikely, but it’s not, really, right? Many people have O- blood. And autoimmune conditions. And allergy to iron. It’s normal. It’s all normal. She isn’t special. She’s not in danger. But isn’t there something you’re forgetting? Isn’t there something you’re forgetting? Isn’t there something you’re forgetting?

#this got. longer than planned. #i've been rotating that drawing of Sadie's in my head like a microwave. u know the one #GOD imagine if she took a genetic test #‘congratulations! you are half Norwegian and half something so unknown and terrifying our lab technician quit her job’ #I wrote this real quick. really hoping I didn’t say anything stupid egsjgsjshd #Johanna hilda #Hilda the series #Hilda netflix #Hilda s3

[spearxwind]

.

#hi im bfposting real quick #in a week me and my guy wil have been together for six months!! hello!!! thats so much time already!! #it feels like only yesterday that i was simpposting about him on here like a crazy person #for like two weeks. and then right after that i was boyfposting. oh how the turn tables #anyway im so 💗💞💓💗💖💘❣💕❤💓💗💞💖💘💗💞💓 (again and again and again and again) #thank god i didnt tag any of my simp posts so i cant look back on them i might die from cringe. i mean i remember what i wrote but still #i mean. im STILL simping whatever i say is just future me's problem #honestly crossposting from my previous text post. im out here thinking abt shit that had never crossed my mind before. whats happening to m

[shima-draws]

I’m really really liking how they’re handling the fights in this arc. Like obviously we WANT to see how much the Strawhats have improved and having them go up against enemies equally matched would feel kinda disappointing and anticlimactic, especially for Luffy. It would have been such a huge letdown if they all trained for two years and then struggled against any new enemies. But nope! Luffy literally beat Hody’s ass in two solid punches and that was IT. The overarching antagonist of the arc, who has been pulling strings behind the scenes at Fish Man Island for YEARS now, was absolutely obliterated and Luffy didn’t even have to break a sweat doing it. But it was drawn out long enough that is was satisfying. The pacing is PERFECT, Oda you absolute madlad

#The delicate balance on both sides that could lean into anticlimactic territory REAL quick #It was handled so so well #Like it wasn’t disappointing to see Luffy beat Hody bc it took a bit to get there #And Hody got some hits in on Luffy but they weren’t like. Really harsh blows or anything #I would have been really mad if Hody beat Luffy after he literally trained for TWO YEARS to get stronger #So glad the Strawhats got to show off this arc with their battle prowess 🥰 #All my kids are kicking ass. I’m SO proud of them #One Piece #Shima speaks #EDIT: Okay so I wrote this post a LITTLE bit too soon lmao #Luffy actually got hit kinda hard. But it’s fine it’s cool

[fayestardust]

Telescope

Usually, on the days that Sid pours over his medical journals to try to commit them to memory, Eugene is calm. He’ll read somewhere close by and bring him cups of tea and a sandwich when it’s been too long since Sid has eaten anything.

Lately, though, he’s been a whirlwind of activity. Sid doesn’t question when Eugene leaves the house in a hurry, because he’s glad that he’s outside in the fields or, presumably, down in the village, seeing actual human beings and pray-tell, socialising.

Today is another one of those days.

The sun’s going down when Sid hears Eugene - or rather the drop of his bike onto the lawn - as he returns home for the second time that day. He looks up from the writing desk in time to see him come in, carrying a brown-paper square package and another, rather oddly-sized, cylinder parcel.

“Hey,” he greets him, an eyebrow raised as he observes him.

Eugene jumps the tiniest bit, almost like he’s forgotten Sid lives here too, but breaks into a smile immediately. “Hey,” he replies.

“Whatcha doing?” Sid asks, nodding at the packages that Eugene struggles to hold.

Again, Eugene seems to be confused for a second before replying. “Oh. Something from the post-office. Tell you later. How goes the studying?”

Sid half-smiles at Eugene’s lack of answer and then stretches, loudly. “Oh, it’s going. Bit tedious.”

Eugene smiles. “Give me an hour and then we can go do something fun.”

“Okay.”

Sid watches Eugene disappear, most likely to the garage, where he’s got ‘a project. A secret project’.

It’s dark when Eugene comes back into the living room and snaps on some other lights besides the desk lamp Sid has turned on. The change in luminosity makes Sid blink.

“Are you ready for a reward for all that hard studying?” Eugene asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer, dragging Sid out of his chair.

“Woah. I guess,” he chuckles, “Where we going?”

“I have a surprise.”

Not so surprising is that Eugene pulls Sid along, out of the house and into the connected garage. It’s got the car in it, of course, and for a second Sid wonders what the hell they’re doing here, until Eugene directs him towards something next to it.

Sid’s eyes widen. “Eugene, is that a?-“

“A telescope! Yup,” Eugene beams, “Built it myself.”

Sid looks at Eugene and then approaches the telescope. The oddly-sized parcel wasn’t in fact a parcel, then, just the tubing Eugene used to build… a telescope.

“The lens and mirror came today, all the way from California. And I had the wrong size tube before, but I think this will work now.”

“Eugene, that’s amazing, How did you -“

“Let’s take it outside and see if it works!”

The sky hasn’t been this clear in a long time. At least Sid doesn’t remember it. Or maybe it just looks clearer through a telescope. Eugene sits in the grass a couple feet away, watching Sid. His voice is quiet when he speaks.

“You know, the stars always comforted me, during the war. Because I knew that even though we were thousands of miles apart, you were looking at them too.”

#the pacific #I have this stargazing headcanon for Sid and Eugene ok? #It’s bad fanfic #The character voices suck and the pacing is off #But my brain tends to get bored so I just wrote it real quick from start to finish. #For anyone who likes fluffy fic #little one shot

[scrappedtogether]

💖 and/or 😈 for your ask meme if they haven't been done yet?

Thank you so much for the ask! <3 I’m so, so indecisive so I just kind of rabbled but THANK YOU for giving me an excuse🙏😂

For 💖:

I LOVE Alejo & Sofia! WNSD is really cool as a series in that the Gang seems to skew a little older so it’s fun to see the Gang with a friend who has a wife/son/family.

I’m also huge into Rufus & Phylidia. I wrote some meta on them in the tags of this post and I have to give them a shout-out. :)

Crystal & Whirlen and Calvin Curdles & Alma Rumblebuns have very adorable side romances in Abracadabra Doo. I enjoy Crystal & Whirlen individually and I think their interactions are so cute! The bg behind Alma and Calvin is perfect and v romantic.

Lena & Simone is !!!! SO MANY THOUGHTS ABT THEM <3

Mayor Nettles & Sheriff Bronson Stone are very adorable together. I also loved his dynamic w/Fred Jones Sr.

THE OG MYSTERY INC from SDMI. It would have been really interesting to see more background on Ricky & Cassidy & Brad & Judy & Professor Pericles. There’s so many interesting dynamics between the core group, especially concerning how everything fell apart. The way they came together only to fall apart later on has so many details that never got fully explored but would have been legit fascinating to see!!! I was also always curious about how the five of them connected to Fred Jones Sr./what that dynamic was like. :)

For totally platonic relationships: I love Crystal & Amber from Alien Invaders, Penelope Bailey and her dad from WNSD’s Recipe for Disaster, and for some reason the dynamics of the band from Simple Plan and the Invisible Man is cute to me. The relationships between the fathers and daughters in Ghoul School also always really warmed my heart (esp The Mummy & Tanis 🥰).

THE HEX GIRLS!! they really deserve the chance to be developed further and I would die and kill for a piece of media that’d get to explore their relationships with each other further.

Surprisingly, I was also pretty touched by Muttley and Dick Dastardly’s bestie-ship in Scoob!

For 😈:

Velma & Omar in Where’s My Mummy. ICONIC. They have my heart!

Captain Cutler from SDWAY!! (and him in BCSD, my little guy). He’s my fav of the iconic WAY villains. His outfits, his vibe, love it!

Bill McLemore ❤️ he is literally so dumb and weird and I have a million random thoughts abt him and how much he loves baseball

^speaking of shout to my other baseball boy Bob Taylor from The Unnatural. we love a villain who commits crimes out of love 🥹

Also: Steve from Stage Fright (just a goofy guy)! Captain Skunkbeard from Pirates Ahoy (very!! good design)! Marcy from WNSD’s A Scooby Doo Halloween (she is my always and forever Corn Princess 👑)! Meadow from Homeward Hound! Phylidia from Riva Ras Regas (I love women)! Headless Horseman from TSDS! Green Giggling Ghosts/Phantom Shadows (I actually think they are THE most iconic Scooby Doo villains of all time)! The Ghost of Mother from BCSD! and Marcie Fleach if you count her ofc 😌

#I wrote so much I’m sorry but #THANK THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! ! #so glad that people are reblogging it too and answering questions 😭 Scooby Doo fandom you have my heart 🫶 #I feel like I also should say Vanna Pira & Drac real quick 😘 #their dynamic is so funny 😂 #scooby doo emoji ask meme

[tallbluelady]

Carbuncle

"Ah," Urianger cleared his throat, "Mayhap we should move on to my gift for thee."

"Oh, aye," Rowan found a stray tear on his face and wiped it for him. Who knew he'd react so strongly to a desk set?

He smiled and dug out a vaguely rectangular package from his pack. It was wrapped in a rather jaunty purple and white stripped fabric and tied with a bow. Removing the wrapping confirmed Rowan's suspicions that it was a grimoire. The cover was a luxurious soft leather, embossed with - of course - a rowan tree in full bloom. Each tiny blossom was painted white to show starkly against the dark purple leather.

Rowan let herself trace over the embossing rather than "apologize for her natural inclinations". Eventually, she opened the grimoire to a very satisfying crack and examined the pages within.

"Urianger... did... did you write this grimoire for me?" Rowan asked.

He gave a smile and nodded. "Aye. I do hope that thou canst read it."

"I can tell you wrote it in your more steady hand, darling..." She kept flipping through pages. "This must have taken ages to write."

"That, I will admit to. Pray turn to page 28."

Rowan could feel his excitement mounting as she turned the fine pages to the one she was bid to. "Oh, tis a diagram for a carbuncle!"

"I would have thee summon it ere we conclude our gift exchange."

"Did you put your amber carbuncle here?" Rowan asked. The pattern seemed subtly different than the ones she had seen before.

Urianger was shaking in anticipation. "Pray, summon the carbuncle forth. Its true nature shalt be revealed then."

Rowan gave a few chuckles, then took a deep breath to focus. While she wasn't versed enough in arcanima to use it comfortably on the battlefield, she had learned how to summon them at the guild in Limsa. Following the patterns on the grimoire's page, she drew her aether into the shape of a carbuncle. 

She had to blink a few times before she could believe the familiar before her. Twas shaped like most carbuncles, allowing for differences in tails and whiskers, but...

"You... that's... that's an amethyst carbuncle."

"Aye." He was smiling broadly.

"Did you... invent an entirely new carbuncle for me? Because I favor the color purple?"

"Twas an idle pursuit for a few summers, but aye."

Rowan's eyes flicked from the small glowing purple form on the ground to Urianger's smiling face.

"Once thou had placed the idea in my mind, I could not resist the challenge for overlong. If I found myself in a conceptual corner elsewhere, twas the project I would turn to to ease such frustrations."

"Oh you..." Rowan didn't quite have the word for what Urianger was, so she just hugged and kissed him.

#aether and anatomy #rowan argentas #urianger x wol #Wondroustailsofffxiv #wondroustailsofffxivWriting #entry: carbuncle #ahahahaha #she casually mentions that it would be cool to be able to summon an amethyst carbuncle when they all get back to the waking sands in ARR #and like #he offers to look into it then and there #but they were deffo not at that point in a relationship #so she declines #but it got stuck in his mind #so he did it anyways #also #i was writing the first half of this at work #but i forgot the notebook at work #so i just wrote this part REAL quick so i would have the prompt filled in time #i need a writing tag

[dawn-moths]

there’s a lil noe one shot coming tomorrow for my blogs 2 year anniversary ☺️

#just something i wrote real quick #but I wanted to post something for him because. yknow. he’s kind of what started this blog. #anyyywaaaaaay I hope everyone is having a good day :) #I’m definitely doing better now than I was this morning #and I have a couple things to look forward to this week so that should help as well #but yeah! new fic tomorrow! then I really wanna get back to working on the fics i have on my progress section of my pinned post #cuz some of those don’t even need much work left till they’re done #and I’ve been thinking about them a lot #feels like forever since i worked on them but I have been busy 😅 #kodi rambles

[novelconcepts]

Taivan watching a movie together

Filled! This one, ahhh, kind of got away from me.

#ask #prompt filled #had every intention of writing like three ficlets today and so far i just wrote one 10k one instead #and also sort of. forgot to eat anything but a sleeve of crackers so. #off to fix that real quick #but for real I loved this one

[cryptidm0ths]

moth needs to read obbligato again

#sorry for being a meru apolagist btu like saw people on twitter fully portraying them as fully intentionally manipulating and abusing knm #and it makes me so mad #important thing for moth about their relationship in obbl1gato is that meru only interacts with knm as a buisness partner / subordinate #probably bc that the closest form of relationship they ve had in a while #so too moth its logical the way they ve behaved #and with the fact that kaname is also only presenting his best side #and to a certain extent meru had no real reason to question their actions up to this point even tho they clearly hurt kaname #i dont think they realized what they where doing and directly after the events of obbligato they hold up an image of knm bc like they #didnt get to see the not positive sides of him #and just they dont want to tarnish the concept that theyve sacrifed now what 3 years of their life to and so the longer the H1MERU #situation goes on the less they ll considere knms flaws and also his human traits #is the kaname is weak mentally meru quote or a tatsum1 quote i forgor #anyway #they dont allow themself to consider their emotions so even when they do come up and influence their decisions meru tries to rationalize #them away to hell and back #which is why they re so quick to dismiss others emotion bc they fail to fully comprehend the inner workings of a person #um idk what that meansbut trust me #the conculsion um low empathy meru sweep #omg their just like me fr fr/j #wait i wrote half of this while playing jackbox with friends so i forgor where i was going #eu #bye #moth chitters

[healersadjust]

💎💎💎

I bring some tea and a book of lalafellian limericks for Aki.

“Oh! Thank you!” she gratefully accepts the book and tea. She opens the book, her marks lighting up as she is able to actually read some of what’s written. She closes it, already bouncing up and down with excitement.

“What I would say to describe you? Hm… I’ve always thought you’re really thoughtful! You seem the type to see value in everything— a lot more true to the whole white mage values, at least in comparison to myself… You’ve been so friendly, too!!! You’re really approachable, something about you seems really trustworthy right off the bat. I’d love to get to know you better!”

#IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG #i wrote this a few times as per usual #and i just. i felt like i was saying the wrong things #Aki would very much so trust Mimble pretty quickly (at least current stage of the game) #especially if he already brought her gifts! tea is the way to her heart #she wouldn’t feel threatened or anything so i feel like she’d be pretty chill real quick #i hope this worked! if i need to i can give it another go #v time bb #aki mitsuo

[tvrningout-archived]

here i am with makiko headcanons bc i’ve got some thoughts while rewatching h.aikyuu!!

something to note is that makiko is a pretty person even if she doesn’t necessarily register it herself. she isn’t a beauty like s.himizu, but she’s still a cute little lady! 

that being said, it’s only logical that n.ekoma members like t.aketora do take notice of her looks, and makiko isn’t entirely sure how to handle that asdfg

i do think t.aketora in particular doesn’t do much but give her intense glances bc he tells t.anaka he isn’t ready to talk to s.himizu, so i don’t think he’d be able to approach makiko at first, either. eventually he gets there, but it takes some time!

tbh makiko is convinced t.aketora must hate her or something asdfgh i imagine she praises his spike or something in hopes of breaking the ice, and after that, they get to a point where they’re able to talk somewhat normally :’ )

listen i’m talking about t.aketora in particular bc i really may pick him up and i like the thought of him and makiko being pals <3

until makiko decides on becoming a setter, she focuses on different players each week and practices drills at the park/community center according to their position! everyone on the n.ekoma team is a pretty solid player, so it was helpful to watch them and have an example of what each movement should look like

she nearly became a libero bc she liked the idea of supporting the team defensively, but ultimately setting was the most fun and challenging!

btw can you imagine how excited but sad makiko had to be to tell the boys’ team that she was joining the girls team!! bc yay she made it but also now she can’t be their manager and she’s gonna miss them : ((( write this with me pls and thanks

by the time makiko becomes a professional volleyball player, i’m not sure if coach n.ekomata would still be coaching? but if he ( or the girls’ team coach ) asked her to come around to see the current team, she’d be nervous bc oh no she has to get in front of strangers, but she’d do it bc of who’s asking!

plus volleyball means so much to her that ofc she’s gonna inspire the youth when she can :’ )

and aside from that, makiko definitely visits coach nekomata every now and then bc that lovely old man impacted her so heavily during her freshman year :’ ))) she wouldn’t be where she is today without his positive influence!!

#i meant for this to be a quick and short post and instead i wrote a lot asdfg #i love her so much y'all and i love thinking about her interactions with the team #it's silly and funny thinking about makiko walking up and there's a person or two who goes 'girl manager? pretty girl manager?? HOO lucky!!' #and she's just like haha... what... lemme just run in the other direction real quick-- #ANYWAY i should write more manager makiko shenanigans and team bonding bc it makes me soft uvu #headcanons | makiko

[the-autumn-apple-artworks]

Making real in the matter of a day what to me sounded like a crackship surely was not something I would get off my bucket list and yet here we are /j

#They're now spinning in my head guy I literally cannot #// mike speaks #like there could be so many shenanigans and wholesome scenes #like like hear me out #Istg I'm going to wrote this all in the tags and I can't let me hop onto Discord real quick

[shaguro]

⤿ synposis: you can't ever leave the house without giving toji a kiss good-bye.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: fluff fluff fluff. (toji x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names used ( girl, baby, doll) toji's just in love idk. i wrote the majority of this at like 1 am nd barely proofread!!) wc ⇀ around 0.7k!

"girl", toji drawls, cerulean orbs trained on your figure by the front door. he’s manspread on your living room sofa, sitcom on the tv screen long forgotten as he turns his body around, all his attention on you and only you. “aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

“hmm? what are you talking about, baby?” you keep your head low while you fumble with your stilettos, a hand on the wall for balance as you finally slip it onto your stocking-clad foot, the last step before you head out for your shift, the sun just peeking over the horizon.

of course, you know exactly what toji’s talking about. it doesn’t matter where you’re going or whether you’ll be back in ten minutes or a few hours, whether he’s in deep sleep or in the middle of an intense workout session — toji expects a kiss good-bye before you leave the apartment you share. he’s real strict about it too, he doesn’t accept any excuses, no if’s, an’s or buts.

does knowing all this stop you from testing the dark-haired man? absolutely not.

“i packed my work-bag last night and i have the car keys right here, looks like i’ve got-“

“now you know that’s not what i’m talkin’ about,” toji deadpans, completely unamused. barely keeping up the act, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. “don’t play dumb with me, baby.”

you do just that — tilt your head all cute and innocent as you furrow your brows, crossing your arms against your blouse. “i’m being serious though! i dont know what you’re talking about, i swear.”

“girl, please.” toji scoffs, scarred lip almost turned in a scowl. he’s always so sassy when you start to annoy him. “ya really stress me out, y’know that?” in a quick motion, he stands up, stretching out his long arms before he turns to face you. “you don’t know, huh? c’mere and let me remind you, then.”

toji’s tilts his head down. with low eyes and a coy smirk on his handsome face, he beckons you close with a single finger.

you can’t hide your smile now, it spreads ear to ear as you bounce over to him, the click clacking of your heels resounding on the hardwood floor until you reach the plush carpet where toji stood. he wastes no time, cupping his hands on the globes of your ass and tugs your body flush against his. toji’s so warm — he’s shirtless and all his sculpted muscles are on display, flexing when your cold hands glide across his pecs to snake around his neck.

toji leans down and his plump pink lips meet your glossed ones, the strawberry-flavored gloss sat sweet on his tastebuds but he prefers your taste instead, sliding his tongue through your slightly-parted lips with hopes to satisfy his glutinous craving and he’s not disappointed when your tongues mingle. “mm.” never tired of that saccharine taste, toji grunts into your mouth, taking his time kissing you — oddly soft and gentle.

toji pulls away and your lips part, only separated by a string of sticky saliva before he goes back in, giving you one, two, three quick pecks before he’s had his fill.

soft pants fill the air as toji holds you close, foreheads touching. “that jog your memory?”

toji rolls his eyes when you hum happy ‘mmhm!’ in response, hands rubbing on his broad shoulders, your fingertips ghosting the sharp line of his jaw. “you’re a pain in my ass…” he huffs, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his annoyed expression, unable to contain it anymore. it’s just so adorable — an infectious melody that toji prays he’ll continue to hear, for many years to come.

“lucky y’er so fuckin’ pretty . . next time i won’t go so easy on ya.” as if to seal the promise, he lands a heavy smack! on your ass. “toji!” you squeal out, the force of it propels you forward, temple thumping on his toned chest.

it was his turn to chuckle now, soothing the blow with a gentle rub of his palm prior to kissing the crown of your head. “now that i got my kisses . . s’time for you to head out, doll. don’t wanna be late again, hm?”

i'm finally back after disappearing for like a thousand years yayyy (don't beat me up yall pls)

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[alastor-simp]

Horror Movie Night😈 - Alastor x Reader

Charlie wanted to find an activity to bring everyone together, since a lot of the personalities in the hotel would clash. She had made a list of ideas, but majority of them were turn down for being too childish. The last option was a movie night with everyone, and surprisingly everyone agreed. The genre of movie was the real problem. Charlie wanted a musical. Vaggie had a preference for drama. Angel dust preferred either a steamy flick (aka porn) or comedy. Niffty voted for romance. Husk didn't really care, but he wouldn't be upset if it was an action movie. Sir Pentious was interested in historical / documentaries. Alastor was not a big fan of modern technology especially television, but he would give it a try if the movie was a horror. You enjoyed all genres of movies, so it didn't matter which one you saw. Coming up with an idea, you suggested pulling a name out of the hat, to decide the genre of movie that gets picked. Borrowing Husk's hat for a bit, everyone wrote their name on a piece of paper and tossed it in. After a quick shake, you grabbed the first piece of paper and pulled it out.

Yelp, looks like it was going to be a horror movie as Al's was the name you pulled out. Everyone had made their way to the couch, while some of them sat on the floor. They were all dressed in their pajamas. Niffty had made popcorn and drinks for everyone to enjoy during the movie. Charlie was lighting some candles to add some effect when the movie was playing. Next to you on the couch was Alastor. He was wearing a red stripped top, and black lounge pants. He seemed very cozy. "Hey Al. What movie did you pick?" Alastor looked at you, smiling big as always. 'Well my dear, I picked whatever seemed interesting! I hope you will enjoy it!" Giving an awkward smile back, your eyes turned toward the TV as soon as Charlie pressed play. You didn't mind horror movies, but being the scaredy cat that you were, they still made you scream.

The movie that Alastor picked was "The Descent." The start of the film was a bit slow, but it slowly began to build up overtime. It got to the point in the movie where the characters had entered into the large cave, to explore. Yeah, that was already a red flag. Scanning your eyes around the room, you took in everyone's reactions. Charlie and Vaggie were hugging the life out of each other. Niffty was smiling, but she was clutching on to her plushie very tightly. Angel was on edge and tried to cling on to Husk, only to be pushed back by him. Angel huffed and decided to a least grab Husk's hand for comfort, and Husk allowed that at least. Sir Pentious was cowering on the floor, wrapping his whole tail around him. Alastor was just smiling next to you, obviously enjoying where the movie was going. You, on the other hand, was getting a very bad feeling in your stomach as the characters kept exploring the cave. The pillow that you were holding was being used as a shield as you kept hiding behind it, waiting for something to happen.

The climax of the movie had arrived when the grotesque bat-like monster had made an appearance and proceeded to feast on one of the characters. Everyone in the room had screamed and jumped, including you, as you covered your face with the pillow. There was a chuckle to your right as Alastor was laughing, at both the movie and your adorable reactions. From the start of the film, Al was seeking glances at you, wondering what your next reaction would be. The face you made when the dread set in was highly entertaining to him. However, he did pity you a bit, as he could see that the movie was frightening you tremendously. Unbeknownst to you, you felt someone drape their arm behind your shoulders, pulling your body closer towards them. Looking up from the pillow, it was clear that it was Al who had done it. His eyes were still watching the movie, clearly enjoying the gruesome moments. Not saying a word, you continued to watch the movie, but the feelings of fear had diminished a bit due to Alastor's actions. The movie had finally ended, as the credits began to flash on the screen. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, except Al . Clapping with glee, he found the movie quite invigorating. Vaggie rolled her eyes at him, while whispering "creepy weirdo" under her breath. It had gotten super late, so it was time to head for bed.

Wishing everyone a good night sleep, you carried yourself back to your room, despite the prickling sensation that you felt crawling up your back. That movie was still on your mind, but you tried to push the fear away. Alastor was following from behind , since the both of you were next door neighbors. "Feeling alright, my dear? That picture show had you shaking like a leaf!" He was definitely smirking when he said that. "No s✪✪✪, Sherlock." Grumbling your response back at him, you continued to make your way to your cozy abode. Having arrived at the door, you turned to Al, who had just arrived at his door. "Good night, Alastor." "You as well, my dear!" Making over to the bed, you laid down and got under the covers, adjusting yourself to get comfortable. It took a while, but the droopy feeling had taken effect on your eyes, and you fell into a deep sleep. Pitch blackness was all around you. The muscles in your body felt like they had been ripped apart. The air felt heavy, almost dry like you were underground. Something was moving around you, circling you, watching you. The monstrous sounds it made created a haunting echo. You begged your body to respond, it was no use. The sounds were coming closer. No. NO! You bellowed out a scream.

"Y/N!!" Someone was shaking you, causing your eyes to snap open. Your body was shaking and there were tears in your eyes. You slowly realized that you had a nightmare. Alastor was in front of you, hands on top of your shoulders. His glowing eyes eyeing you with concern, yet his smile was still present. "A-Al? W-what's wrong? W-why are you in m-my room?" Struggling out a response, your eyes looked at Al in confusion. "My dear, I had heard your shrieks of terror and rushed over! It appeared you were having a nightmare! A rather horrible one at that!" He was still holding on to you, which gave you some comfort. "Oh, I'm so sorry if I disturbed your sleep." Taking in a few deep breaths, helped tremendously as you were able to talk properly and control the shaking. Shaking his head, Al had let go of your shoulders, and moved his hands to your cheeks. "Darling, there is no need for you to apologize! But, may I ask what were you dreaming about?" Massaging your cheeks like a cat, Al smiled down at you, softness in his eyes. Explaining it in full detail, Al realized that the film you had witness, was the main cause of the night terror. He had known that you were scared, but not to the point it would result in you kicking and screaming in your sleep. He needed to rectify this.

"Come along, my dear!" Your body left the sanctity of your bed, and ended up in Alastors arms. He was carrying you like a bride. "W-what Al?! Where are you taking me?!" Whispering at him, while your brain was trying to wrap around this situation. Cocking his head to the side, he gave you an optimistic smile. "To my room!" There was no time to refute back as the both of you had arrived at his door. Creaking loudly, the door to his room had opened by itself. His room was like something out of a story book. One side was the normal room decor, illuminated with candle light. The walls were plastered with Alastor's personal trinkets and stag heads. The other side was saturated in moss, tall pine trees looming above. Chirps of crickets could be heard and glowing fireflies were flying around. Eyes widening in amazement, you continued to gaze around the room, earning a laugh from Al. In the center of the room, was an enormous bed, covered in satin sheets and black pillows. "How... How were you able to do this?" You breathed out, as Al placed you on the bed. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled down at you, wagging his finger. "Ah ah ah! A magician never reveals his secrets, my dear!" A thought popped in your head: "Where was he going to sleep." Snapping his fingers, Alastor used his powers to snuff out the flames from the candles, leaving only the fireflies as a source of light. Realization hit you, causing you to jump off the bed, leaving Al staring at you in confusion. "Wait Al! Are you okay with this? Sharing a bed?" Alastor looked at you, head crooked to the side. "Why of course! Are you oppose to the idea? Haven't you had your share of sleepovers with the effeminate spider?" Well yes you had, but this situation was different. "I'm not opposed to it, but I don't want you to do something you aren't comfortable with." You told Alastor this, rubbing your arm with your hand.

He was still befuddled by your statement until he began to wrap his head around of what you were saying. How charming you were! Thinking of him and his aversion to physical contact. "Darling, There is no need to worry." His body moved to crawl under the covers, sitting on the bed and looking at you. His finger pointed towards you, beckoning for you to return back to the bed. Still hesitant about the whole situation and observing his body language, it came to your decision that he was really okay with it. Your feet carried you back over, and slowly made its way under the covers, plopping your head on the pillow. Al huffed, a little annoyed that you didn't follow his instructions. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. Your head was engulfed in his chest, feeling his chin, nuzzling it. "Comfortable, Y/N?" A warm breath whispered into your ear. His voice sent chills down your back, while also causing your heart to skip a beat. "Mmph" was your response, as your mouth was muffled against his chest. Hearing a hum from above, you felt Alastor nestle closer, hooking his leg over yours. The static emanating from him had quieted down and the thumping sound of his heart sounded much clearer. Extending out a yawn, your eyelids began droop while listening to the calming sound of Al's heartbeat. Soon, your eyelids had closed and you fell into a deep sleep.

Managing to stay awake, Al had watched you, making sure you were able to relax. He never in a million years thought he would be doing something like this. He was the radio demon, the most fearsome and all powerful overlord. Everyone trembled in fear from the sight of him, yet here he was now, cuddling you in his bed. He was getting soft, which displeased him greatly, yet he couldn't help but find it comforting as well. Your very-being was changing him, in both a good and bad way. Sighing, he pushed his thoughts away as he had a busy schedule tomorrow and needed to be well rested for his broadcast. Nuzzling closer, Alastor hugged you tighter. His glowing eyes dimmed and he had fallen asleep as well.

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[peachypinkygloss]

cherry — jjk

Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

⚡︎ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⚡︎ genre: friends with benefits to lovers, college au, smut

⚡︎ word count: 2.9k

⚡︎ warnings: pussy drunk jk because there's no way he wouldn't be, jk's a simp, they're kinda corny but whatever i like that about them, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m), cunnilingus, handjob, overstimulation, cum eating.

a.n.: jk in a tank + hooded jacket has me acting up bruh, quick put me in jail ‼️ literally wrote this in one night send help. as always, don't thank me 💋 please, tell me if you liked it or not 🫶

"Stop..." You whine, gripping his hair in your fists. "Jungkookie!" You insist even more as you try to push his head away from the area between your legs, but Jungkook doesn't budge an inch. You squirm around and cry pathetically, but it doesn't alert him at all.

He keeps licking and slurping until no arousal is left, but more always comes out of your hole, so he continues and continues... Oh, you wonder how this man can be so hungry even after eating the whole plate he ordered. You told him to not follow you into the bathroom, but Jungkook never listens, does he?

You pull on his black locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.

He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.

You're so overstimulated, but his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud have you over the edge again. It hurts badly good. Does it even make sense? Whatever, it makes sense to you.

You two hooking up in a bathroom while your friends are waiting outside is bad, while having Jungkook's head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man is good. A little too good.

You place a hand behind you on the counter, the other holding tightly his hair in your fist, not caring if you pull too harshly. If his scalp stings, it's in no comparison to the heavy pulsations in your clit.

"Jungkook, fuck," you curse, throwing your back against the wall, just beside the mirror. "God, this is too much!" You yelp and close your legs, pushing his head away from your drenched pussy.

He doesn't fight back and he peeks out from between your thighs, looking up at you. Your heart skips a beat when you see his face and how messy he looks because of you.

His lips and chin are glistening in your juices, tongue darting out to lick them clean. Some of his curls are broken, hair tousled around, and you really can tell you were pulling on them seconds ago. Just the thought that his face was buried between your legs, insanely making out with your cunt, makes your stomach clench.

How can he be so passionate about something that isn't even his? He's really trying hard to make you fall in love with him and you have to admit he's doing good so far. If dating Jungkook means receiving head everyday you might stop rejecting him and consider letting him have a chance.

But you don't feel like it right now, even though he's treating you like a real princess. Being chased is really fun, you're about to become addicted to that treatment.

"Just a little bit more, okay, baby? Just another one, let me do that, please," he begs, but in the end he always does whatever he wants to you. You rarely say no to him and his filthy mouth, and even if you would say no, you doubt he would listen.

"My clit will fall out," you sigh, so weak against his pleas. Nonetheless, you slowly pull your legs apart, revealing your core to him again, totally at the mercy of his insatiable hunger.

He looks at your crotch, pouting slightly, showing a bit of compassion. But him having pity for you doesn't mean he'll stop, oh no, not at all.

"Don't say that," he scolds, staring at your swollen clit. "It'll feel really good, I promise, baby," he coos and you can only believe him. He softly blows on your sensitive bud, making you flinch, and a smug smirk appears on his face.

"Okay..." You capitulate, gasping when his mouth finds its spot on your pussy a second time.

On the other hand, there are your nipples, hard and puffy, wanting Jungkook's attention badly. You wish he would focus on something else than your cunt, but he's stubborn and when he wants something, he has it.

You play with your nipples through the material of your dress since you decided to not wear a bra today. You pinch and pull on them, moaning sweetly as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens with Jungkook's ministrations.

His strong and veiny hands hold up your thighs while he enters and exits your pussy with his sturdy tongue, his big nose brushing against your clit so deliciously.

You can't believe he uses his nose voluntarily, actually knowing it's doing something, unlike most men who literally have no idea what they are doing with their hands and mouth. Jungkook is so passionate about cunnilingus, you're lucky to have him, honestly.

"Close," you warn him hurriedly, scrunching your eyes shut as you feel your high approaching really soon. It's going to be intense, you sense it. It burns in your belly, it twists and it tightens, making you go crazy over Jungkook's mouth. "Fuck, Kookie, please!"

You rub your pussy in his face and he groans deeply, appreciating your enthusiasm for his incredible skills. He hears you and fastens the pace of his tongue, moving his head from side to side, his nose pressing against your clit.

Your orgasm shoots through you and you moan out your pleasure, cumming hard on Jungkook's tongue. He hums contently as your thighs shake beside his head, his hand palming your soft flesh, leaving beautiful marks behind.

You come down from your high, letting out a long sigh, totally pleased with what just happened. He licks you clean, collecting your arousal on his tongue and drinking it as if it was pure water.

He stands up when he's finished, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You look absolutely dead, which is understandable after Jungkook just forced three orgasms out of your poor body.

He looks satisfied, and you wonder if he's still hungry. He probably is, which would be insane, but what's not crazy with this man.

He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, tasting yourself on his tongue, fighting for dominance as you let him have it. After all, you're too tired to fight for anything.

Though you're exhausted, the bulge in his pants catches your attention. He presses it against you and you feel it really clearly, erected and hard just for you.

You break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you slide off the countertop. "What do we do about that?" You purr, sneaking a hand between your two bodies and reaching his hard cock trapped in his jeans.

He hisses, grabbing your wrist as if to remove your hand, but he keeps it there, even though he's really sensitive. "We leave it as it is," he says seriously and you frown, a pout forming on your lips.

"Oh, don't be a gentleman, Kook," you reply quickly, determined to return the favour. "Let me suck your dick, please. I'll be such a good girl," you insist and he can't refuse you.

"I'm all yours, then," he grins, letting go of your wrist.

You push him against the nearest wall and you drop on your knees instantly. Your bones hitting the floor tile isn't gentle, but you'll suffer through any pain if it means sucking this pretty man's dick. Right, maybe you're a little whipped for Jungkook, but that doesn't mean anything. Or does it...?

You stroke him over his pants, feeling his length and his girth under all those pieces of clothes. You extend your arm to reach the zipper of his hooded jacket, tugging it down open. You look up at him while doing so, noticing his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He's focused on your movements, watching your hands on him as if it's a movie, wanting to remember each second of it.

You go under his white tank top, running your delicate fingers over his abs, loving the feeling of his muscles under your palm. They tense a little bit at your contact and you can't help but smile, enjoying how much Jungkook isn't indifferent to your touch at all.

"Stop playing," he breathes out, wanting you to get your hands on what's really aching right now.

"I'm sorry," you apologize in a low tone, even though you don't really feel bad for him. He gave you three orgasms one after the other without listening to your complaints, didn't he?

You finally free his cock out, this one springing out excitedly, standing tall against his stomach. Jungkook releases a breath of relief, burying his tattooed fingers in your hair by reflex. You don't mind the pulling, you love it, in fact. It tells you he's enjoying himself and it reminds you he still has control over your actions.

"You know what happens to bad girls, sweetheart," he says and it sounds like a warning. A quite exciting warning, you won't lie. "Make me proud and act good," Jungkook orders from above, your eyes up on him as you nod your head in response.

Your gaze shifts down to his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein along it. You lick your lips, now understanding the hunger Jungkook felt when he had your pussy in his face. The eagerness to please him is real.

You wrap your fingers around him, liking how stiff he feels under your palm, and put his leaking tip into the warmth of your mouth. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, his head rolling back and hitting the wall behind. He closes his eyes, feeling every inch of his length that enters your mouth. "So fucking good."

As he praises you like you're nothing less than a goddess, you swallow his dick, exactly the way he likes it, the way he showed you. You breathe through your nose, Jungkook being specially big for your mouth, but you surely won't give up so soon.

You said you'll pay him back and you stick to your words. Especially after those fantastic orgasms he gave you tonight.

You palm gently his balls — which he's really sensitive to — while you start bobbing your head over him. Your eyes are quick to water and you blink to pry the tears away, unbothered if your makeup gets smudged. You hear deep moans and groans from Jungkook, telling how good you're being.

You keep your tongue flat underneath him and hollow your cheeks to maximize his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your head over his cock as he watches it disappear and reappear between your lips.

He's entirely coated in your spit, length glistening under the bathroom's lights as you bounce your head over him. The situation feels really filthy and the fact that you're in a restaurant, your friends probably wondering what's taking you both so long, is making everything more arousing.

Jungkook didn't even hesitate when he discreetly followed you to the toilet, locking the door before sneaking his large hands under the skirt of your dress. You've let him touch you, let him sit you down on the sink counter, let him slide your panties off. And you don't regret it.

You're even grateful he followed you because now you have to listen to his beautiful moans like it's a melody and suck his dick like it's a cherry lollipop — your favourite.

"Let me... Let me," he rasps out, swallowing to ease his dried throat. You glance up at him when you hear him begin to talk, wondering what he has to say. "Ask you out on a date," he finishes and the lopsided smile on his face has your stomach fluttering.

You pull him out with a 'pop', stroking his wet cock as you collect your thoughts. Is he really asking you out right now? As you're sucking the soul out of him?

"Aren't we already on a date?" You wonder, knowing it's not the answer he wants. You're just not totally ready to give a response to that, not even think about it. You prefer to avoid, prefer to tease.

He frowns cutely, passing his fingers through your tangled hair. He wets his pink lips and looks at you as he reflects, shaking his head. "This isn't a date," he replies. "I want to be with you, only you, baby."

He's referring to your night out with your friends, explaining a real date will be you as his only company. He sounds sure of himself, completely convinced that what he wants and needs is a date with you.

Somewhere you'd choose because he believes the place doesn't matter as long as you're happy with it. Somewhere he can learn more about you, more about your personality and the people you love. He wants to get to know you, know how much sugar you put in your coffee and know if you take your shower in the morning or at night.

He wants to know the simple and the difficult things.

Everything. He wants you to tell him everything about you because he's absolutely in love. Stupidly, drunkly in love with you.

"I want to know you," he confesses and you swear your heart just did a jump in your chest.

"You know me more than anybody else, Jungkook," you flirt, smiling as you stroke him gently, elongating the pleasure. "In every way and angle possible."

It makes him chuckle, his eyes blown out in lust. He shows his cute bunny teeth, a smile you realize you don't want to lose — yes, even when giving him a handjob.

"Let me have my chance, you won't regret it," Jungkook promises, his thumb passing over your cheek, leaving your poor heart incredulous, but still wanting to believe every single word that escapes his mouth.

You don't respond right away, a bit lost in your own thoughts. You've only said good things about Jungkook since you started hooking up and all of your girlfriends are team Jungkook since the beginning. You've even lost the count of his green flags.

Maybe you should let yourself be more vulnerable and be open with him about your feelings. You realize that all this time the one you weren't trusting with your emotions was you, not him.

"I'll fuck you right every day, you'll just have to ask," he adds on and you roll your eyes playfully, smiling at his silly words. "Even on the week-ends. Especially Sunday," he smirks, saying everything to convince you, even what seems stupid because at this point, he knows you've already fell for him.

You swallow him in a swift motion, lubricating his cock more as there was a bit less saliva left on him. You pull out and start pumping him again.

"Why Sundays?" At your question he grins even more, as if he knows his answer will please you.

"Because it's the day of the week you hate the most," he explains, biting down on his bottom lip as the knot in his stomach begins to tighten. "Gonna make it the one you love the most."

You can't help but grin back, connecting your gaze with him. You break eye-contact to tilt your head down and take him back into your mouth. He takes a hold of your hair again and his grip is rough, making your scalp burn.

You whine around him, sucking him like there's no tomorrow. He quickly comes close to his high, saying a bunch of profanity under his breath. He directs the movements of your head, making you take all of him at once, then sliding back up to just have the tip in your mouth.

"Shit, baby," he slurs out, wet curly bangs covering his forehead. His big brown eyes don't leave you, watching you like you're a living piece of art. "Gonna cum, don't stop," he announces and you doubt you'll stop with his hand behind your head, controlling each one of your moves.

You hum around him and place your hands on his strong thighs, sensing his muscles tensing up as he comes undone in you. He steadies your head over him, nose pressed down on his shaved pelvis.

He softly moans, pink lips parting to let the sounds out. He fills your mouth up with his cum, cock twitching as he spills everything he can in you.

He carefully slips out of your mouth and you don't wait to swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to prove him. He smiles, patting your head gently. "What a good girl," he compliments, satisfied with your instant obedience.

You stand up on sore legs as Jungkook stuff himself back in his pants, pulling the zipper of his jeans up. He replaces his tank top over his stomach, covering the band of his Calvin Klein boxers that peaks out.

He brings you closer to him by the waist and you giggle, playing with his silver chain he wears around his neck. "What do you say?"

You sigh, pretending like he annoys you, but your smile totally betrays you. "One date," you accept and he's about to kiss you, but you stop him before he can. "But I chose where we go... and you can't follow me to the bathroom anymore!"

Jungkook chuckles, cupping your jaw and giving you a kiss on the lips. "Deal." As you're about to go back to your table, he hands you something and your eyes widen when you see your panties. "Don't forget that, I'm the only one allowed to see what's under that pretty dress."

You take back your underwear, stepping into the holes then sliding them up your legs. "Shut up," you quickly say before exiting the bathroom, Jungkook behind you.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

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