#the way this movie really changed me. it was a slap in the face

[pedro-pascal]

TRAINSPOTTING (1996) dir. Danny Boyle

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Vice.

Synopsis - Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Pairing - Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. luke has a gorgeous filthy mouth.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1.6k

Author's Note - my baby my baby my BAAAAAABY!! I have been in love with this man for years and years and I can't believe I haven't written more for him. if you ever have a luke request, please send it to me. love him with my whole heart <3

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Vice - a weakness of character or behaviour; a bad habit. "Cigars happen to be my father's vice."

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"Italian food."

The entire team laughs, faces illuminated by the warm yellow lights in Rossi's backyard.

"Yeah, no shit," Tara retorts, looking pointedly at Dave. "Doesn't take a behavioural analyst to figure that one out."

"Look, you asked the question, I answered."

He reclines back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine, looking around the table.

"Okay Tara, you go. What's your vice?"

She chuckles to herself before confessing.

"Super steamy period romances."

Everyone bursts into more laughter.

"Wait, what?"

"What kind?"

She's clutching at her sides as she answers.

"All kinds! Movies, books, TV shows. If it has corsets and sex, I'm in."

Your cheeks are aching from smiling so hard. You're not sure who first raised the initial question, but it's really allowed you to get to know each other a little bit deeper.

"Okay, enough about me. Simmons, what's your vice?"

"I have six kids. I don't have time for a vice."

He sounds serious, but he's grinning as he says it.

"I think the six kids are a result of an old vice."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, several glasses of wine almost obliterating your verbal filter. Your team howl with laughter.

"No comment," Matt wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Golfing is a safer option now. No risk of unplanned surprises."

"I had to change mine after kids, too," JJ chimes in. "I used to smoke cigarettes after bad cases, but I can't anymore. What kinda mom would I be if I lectured the boys about the dangers of nicotine, and then got caught chain smoking in the backyard?"

"A cool one," you shrug, yelping when she jokingly punches you in the arm.

"What about you, hotshot?" she asks, the whole team turning their attention to you. "What's your vice?"

You desperately avoid any eye contact, trying to play it cool. You just know Luke has that glint in his eye as he looks at you pointedly.

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"Oh, fuck," you groan, fingers threading into the dark curls of his hair.

"Shhh, honey," he murmurs, lifting his head from between your legs to look up at you. "You and I both know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught."

He dives back in, tongue gliding and flicking all the spots that make you keen. You slap one hand over your mouth, the other grappling to hold onto the leather beneath you.

"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, condescension dripping from his tone. "The thrill turns you on, doesn't it, baby? The risk of getting caught only makes you hotter."

You whine against your palm, bucking your hips to urge him to keep going.

"What do you want, princesa? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

He loves this. Loves hearing you beg. Loves having you relinquish complete control and let him take care of you. Loves that he can turn you, the most independent, headstrong woman he knows, into a whining, needy mess.

"Fingers," you croak out. "Make me come, Luke, please."

He grins up at you like the cat who got the cream, self satisfied smirk never leaving his lips.

"Okay, baby," he soothes. "Since you asked so pretty."

He slides two fingers into you with embarrassing ease, crooking them in the way he knows you like.

"Oh, sweet girl, what would the team think? Huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw you like this, letting me finger fuck you in the backseat of my car in the parking garage?"

He's muttering lowly, under his breath, but you hear him clear as day. He loves to patronise you, tease you, get under your skin. In everyday life, he treats you with the utmost respect. In bed, not so much. You love it.

"Couldn't even wait until we got home. Poor baby, just had to take the edge off."

His eyes meet yours, like a magnetic force. His gaze is so dark, it has you squirming in place.

"It was the shirt," you choke out. "Fucking shirt."

"Hmm?" he hums against you, the vibrations pulling you closer to the edge.

"Your shirt," you moan as his thumb finds your clit. "Makes your arms look so, fuck, so big."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You can practically see his ego inflating.

"I'll let you wear it tomorrow morning, if you want. If you can still walk by then, that is."

You're right on the precipice, orgasm almost within reach. If he keeps talking to you like this, you'll be at the finish line in no time.

"Oh, I've got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you in it?"

The idea makes your head spin, sending you straight into your climax. Sharp white heat licks up your spine, curling your toes and arching your back. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans, low and honeyed.

"That's it, baby," he's murmuring. "Ride it out. Good girl."

You finally relax, melting into the leather seats. Luke crawls from his position to lean over you, resting his body onto yours. He kisses you gently at first, then dirtier as you come back to yourself.

"My place or yours?" he whispers against your lips.

"Yours is closer."

"Mine it is."

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"Hello? Earth to Hotshot?"

JJ nudges you playfully, grinning at you from ear to ear.

"What you thinking about?"

"Nothing," you stutter, clearing your throat. "Nothing at all."

You make the mistake of lifting your gaze from your lap. There, staring at you from across the table, is Luke Alvez. You almost wish you could slap that smug smirk off of his face.

"Come on, girl!" Tara hollers.

"Everyone has a vice," Spencer begins. "You have to. Especially in our line of work. We have to have some kind of outlet. Some sort of release."

Release. You almost choke on your wine, patting yourself on the chest.

"Yeah, no. I, uh, I like British reality TV. I guess that's mine."

The team laugh, everyone teasing you relentlessly. You risk a glance at Luke, and regret it immediately. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and chuckles, knowing look in his eye. You're petrified for a moment that he can read your mind.

"Okay then Spence. Your turn," you prompt, desperate to take the attention off yourself.

Spencer starts rambling about quantum physics, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Relief.

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"Yeah, this is what you needed, isn't it baby?"

You try to respond, but Luke's huge hands wrapped around your throat are making it a little difficult.

"My poor sweet girl, just needed some relief huh? You sick of being in charge all the time? You want me to take care of you?"

His tone is low and melted, the timbre of it settling into your bones. All you can do is whine and nod your head in response.

His hips repeatedly snap into yours, his body melded to you. He's completely smothering you with his weight, but you don't mind. You like the closeness.

You lean up to kiss him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He's swallowing your moans, leaning his head forward to rest against yours.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty," he groans. "You gonna come for me, mama? Give me what I want?"

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Please, baby. Please."

"Who am I to deny you when you beg so fucking sweet?"

The hand that's not around your throat snakes between your sweat slicked bodies to rub circles on your clit, throwing you over the edge.

Your back arches, hips writhing on Luke's soft cotton sheets. You're squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.

"Oh fuck baby, oh fuck."

Luke goes boneless, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He releases his grip on your throat and wraps both arms around you, pressing you together impossibly closer.

"We get better at this every time," he chuckles.

You smack him jokingly, before bursting into laughter. Soon, the two of you are crying happy tears, revelling in the afterglow.

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"I'm gonna get a refill. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?"

You stand from your seat and make your way inside, taking note of the replies.

"I'll help you," Luke says, rising to join you. Neither of you see the way everyone at the table looks at each other knowingly.

You're barely through the door when you feel him against you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, murmuring in your ear.

"I'm your vice, aren't I?"

You shake your head, breathing out a laugh.

"In your dreams, Alvez."

He nips at your neck before continuing.

"Admit it. I'm your dirty little bad habit that you just can't kick."

You turn in his arms to face him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Talk the talk all you want, Luke. You and I both know this works both ways."

Your quirk your brow at him, and he leans in and kisses you chastely.

"Old habits die hard, huh?" he grins.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," you smirk back.

Outside, the team decide they'll continue to let you both lie to them for a little while longer. It's more fun for everyone that way.

#luke alvez fic #luke alvez fluff #luke alvez x you #luke alvez smut #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #adam rodriguez #luke alvez x reader smut #luke alvez x y/n #luke alvez imagine #the bau #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut

[succubusmunson]

High For This

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie gets a new strain of weed from his dealer and it sends the tension boiling over into something you’ve always wanted.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), drug is (weed), mutual lining, teasing, oral (m and f receiving,) fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names, finger sucking, squirting, slapping, choking, rimming (m receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 3.5K

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As soon as you set foot in the trailer, smoke surrounded your body. You could feel it as it guided you through the small trailer and into Eddie’s bedroom. 

You found him, lying on his bed, his eyes closed and enjoying the almost finished joint in his hand. “Knew I’d find you here," you plopped down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Are you going to share or just make me suffer?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes at you before finishing the joint. You laughed as he coughed. The hit obviously way too big for him, “with that attitude? I’ll make you suffer.” He laughed with you, already rolling up another smoke to share with you. 

This became a routine with the two of you very quickly. You’d come over after a work shift and just unwind with him. Smoke and a movie or some music, anything to make you forget the rough day you always seem to have. 

“I got this new strain from my guy.” Eddie handed the lit joint to you and you quickly plucked it from his fingers. He was always taking care of you. “It hits you fast, so be careful.”

You put a hand over your heart and faked being emotional. “Oh, Eddie! What would I ever do without you looking out for me?” 

“Probably die, who knows?”

The second you took a hit, the smoke filled your lungs in such a blissful way. It was as if you could already feel it take the weight off your shoulder, and push every stressful thought to the back of your head. This is what you look forward to everyday. 

“Holy shit,” you coughed and quickly handed the joint back to him, tears forming in your eyes. “You weren’t wrong about this being strong.”

Immediately, it felt like the effects of the weed were hitting you like a train. You felt like your body was floating above the bed, and when you got a good glimpse of Eddie lying beside you, suddenly, something changed. 

You noticed his eyes and how they got a little bit brighter from the sun shining through the blinds. You saw how his jeans hugged him just enough that you could see his bulge in his pants. 

Eddie noticed you staring at him, how your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as your eyes raked down his body. 

His cock jumped when you made eye contact with it, and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. It was bigger than you imagined, and you haven't even seen it yet. 

“You see something you like?” Eddie adjusted himself, turning his body to the side, so he was facing you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to look for an excuse for staring him down and all but undressing him with your eyes. 

“I- I was just,” you were stuttering. Eddie had caught you red handed, and you haven't a clue how to explain yourself. 

“It’s okay, I really don’t mind.” His hand roamed down his body, stopping above his jeans, fumbling with his belt. His nerves were starting to show. “If you want more, I’d love to put on a show for you.”

Usually, neither of you was this confident with each other. Was it the weed? Or was it finally feelings and tension that was always there coming to a head and spilling over?

“A show?” Your mouth watered at the thought of seeing Eddie fully. And the thoughts that floated around your head? You couldn’t shake them. 

“I’ve been wanting to for a while, really.” He undid his belt, purposefully slowly. “I can stop if yo-“ 

“No, don’t stop.” You moved his hands from his belt, undoing it faster and tossing it over your shoulder. “I want to watch.” Your voice was barely a whisper, suddenly becoming shy. You had to take this opportunity, though. It may be only a one time thing, and you couldn’t miss out on it. 

Eddie pulled down his pants, just under his ass. You could see the bulge more prominent now, see it throb through his boxers. This is something you’ve always wanted to see, and now that you are, you’re not sure how to react. 

The joint that you two had started to smoke now lay in the ashtray, long forgotten.

“You wanna touch it?” Eddie softly grabbed your hand and guided it to his clothed cock. 

Your hand touched it, felt it throb, and goosebumps rose across your body. “Oh- oh my god.”

“I’ve always wanted you to touch it,” he slipped his boxers down, his cock hitting against his happy trail wetly. 

Precum leaked from the slit of his cock, and you felt your mouth water with need. 

Eddie’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping ever so slowly. You watched as his stomach muscles tensed, his cock throbbed in his big hand, and the precum leaked down the tip. You’ve never seen something so hot; so beautiful. 

“Just sit back and relax, okay?” Eddie positioned himself so he was sitting, facing you. The only thing you could focus on was him. 

You were in awe as you watched Eddie spit in his hand before wrapping it back around his cock, squeezing at the tip. Precum kept bubbling from the slit, and the urge to take him in your mouth was at the front of your mind. 

“You know what’s got me like this?” His hand sped up just as his other came down to cup his heavy balls. The schlick sound of his spit mixed with precum flowing to your ears. “You, you and your body. Fuck- the way you’re looking at me with those big, innocent eyes.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing, a silent beg to be filled with Eddie’s cock. “M-me?” Never did you think that he got this hard over you. 

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Eddie locked eyes with you, as he kept pumping his hand over his cock, squeezing it, imagining that it was your pussy instead of his hand. “Even before this, it’s always been you on my mind.”

“Eddie, I-,” you gulped, placing your hand over his. “I don’t want you to cum unless it's inside me.” 

Knowing that he was like this because of you made you feel like you could do anything you wanted to. Watching him jerk off and look at you while he does it, gave you confidence like you never had before.

Quickly, Eddie stood up from the bed and stripped himself of the rest of his clothes. He stood in front of you, naked, hair and tattoos scattered across his skin. You’ve never wanted someone more. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He pulled you to the side of the bed, your legs now dangling to the floor. Eddie bent down, making him eye level with you. “There’s no going back.” 

You took a deep breath and nodded, not being able to find the words to tell him just how sure you were.

A nod wasn’t good enough for Eddie. He gripped your cheeks with his hand and squeezed them. “I need to hear you.” 

“Eddie, I’ve never been more fucking sure of something in my life.” You spread your legs, showing him just how sure you were. The wet spot darkening your shorts. 

It was silent as Eddie laid you back against his bed, his touch gentle and slow. He lifted your shirt away from your stomach, pressing soft kisses across it until he trailed up to your bra. 

Taking matters into your own hands, you slung off your shirt, it ending up somewhere in Eddie’s messy room. 

Eddie, not wanting to waste anymore time, reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders. His cock jumped when you took it off the rest of the way, your nipples hard and begging for attention. 

It only took you looking down at Eddie for him to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, rolling his tongue around it, and nibbling on it. His other hand finding your other tit, squeezing it. 

“I’ve craved this for so long,” your voice cracked from pleasure. Eddie had barely started, and it felt like you were on fire. 

For a second, Eddie pulled away with a smirk on his face. “Let’s make it last then, yeah?” 

He kissed across your chest and back down your stomach. His hands popped the button on your pants, and your breath hitched in your throat. 

You helped Eddie, sliding your pants and panties down your legs in one go. Your arousal stringing to your panties as they were pulled off. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie spread your legs wider, getting a good look at just how soaked you were. Your pussy shined with the wetness. “Is this all for me?” He kissed your inner thigh, patiently waiting for an answer. 

“Yes, it’s all for you.” Both of your hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward. You needed to feel something, anything, against your pussy. 

“Now, now. Be patient, baby.” His finger slid up your slit, barely putting pressure against your swollen and throbbing clit. “Where’s the fun in rushing?” 

The second he finished talking, he easily slipped a finger inside you. Your pussy immediately clenched around it, and you couldn’t help the whine you let out. “Eddie…” 

“You sound so pretty when you say my name like that.” 

Without another word, he dove in like a starved man. His tongue flattened against your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure causing you to pull on his messy hair. 

Eddie groaned against you, not just from you pulling his hair, but from how good you taste. Your pussy flooded his taste buds, and he wanted more.

“I'm never going to forget how good you fucking taste,” his voice was muffled as he practically smothered himself in your pussy.

“Just like that,” you always heard Eddie ate pussy like a god, but to have him eating your pussy? You’re a believer now.

Eddie pulled his finger out of you, both of his hands gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them against your chest. This angle was perfect for him to slide his thick tongue inside your aching pussy. 

Letting out a strangled moan, you sat up from the bed and looked down at him. His lust blown eyes were looking right back into yours, right into your soul. “Right there, Eddie!” You looked around for anything to grab ahold of, needing to sturdy yourself. 

A sweat broke out over your body. You were so hot, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your orgasm at bay. 

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your clit, his teeth grazing at it. 

You felt pain and pleasure all at once, and you let out a sudden scream. “H-holy…” you threw your head back against the pillows just as Eddie’s hands came up to grab at your tits. 

“Do it, do it now.”

The words left his lips, and your orgasm consumed you. Your whole body shook, and your legs clamped around Eddie’s head. “Yes, yes, yes,” you couldn’t say many words, the pleasure taking over your whole mind and body. 

Eddie hummed against your pussy as your orgasm gushed in his face, dripping below you on the sheets. “That’s my good fucking girl, make a mess.” He slid two fingers in, curling them against your g-spot and pumping them in and out fast enough that you were crying out in pleasure. 

“Eddie! I can’t take much more.” Your legs continued to shake around his head as you soaked him and the sheets. 

When you finally opened your eyes, your vision was blurry. You felt euphoric. 

You felt as Eddie placed soft kisses across your legs and up your body, stopping at your lips. “Open your mouth.” 

His fingers slid inside your mouth, your tongue swirling over it and cleaning up the mess you had made. “You taste yourself?” You licked your lips, letting yourself really get a good taste. “Tastes like heaven, huh?” 

“Coming from your mouth, yes.” You used what little strength you had to flip the two of you over, Eddie now under you. “Now, it’s your turn.”

Eddie gripped the back of your head, pulling hard. “Think you can take it all?” He grabs his cock stroking it, tapping it against your thigh. “Gonna stretch your mouth wide open.” 

You smirked as you kissed down his body, sucking on his neck. You left sparse hickeys, wanting him to remember this after it was all done. “I want you to make me take it.”

He moved to the side of the bed, smirking as you crawled to your knees in front of him. “Make you? Oh, baby, you might regret that.” 

Your soft hands rubbed up his tattooed thighs, squeezing his soft skin. “I don’t think so,” your lips kissed along his inner thigh. “I like it very rough.”

Without warning, you took his cock in your mouth, suckling in the tip and swirling your tongue around it. You were in heaven as the salty taste of his precum hit your tastebuds. You had found your new favorite place to be, on your knees in front of him. 

Eddie let out a choked sob, his eyes immediately squeezing shit. “Oh- oh, fuck.”

He pushed your head down, his balls pressed right against your chin. Drool dribbled out of your mouth, coating his heavy sack. 

“You said you like it very rough, yeah?” Eddie thrusted up into your mouth, his cock sliding further down your throat. You gagged around him, your throat constricting. “Then fucking take it.”

You closed your eyes, trying to breathe through your nose. The pain of him using your throat was mixing perfectly with the pleasure you were feeling. You could feel yourself drip down your thighs. 

Eddie slapped your face, his rings stinging your cheeks perfectly. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me while my cock is stuffed down your throat, baby.”

You pulled up from his cock, spit trailing from your mouth to it. Your hands wrapped around him, pumping, and squeezing just like had done to himself earlier. “Like this?” You bit your lip and batted your eyelashes up at him. 

Proudly smirking to yourself when he couldn’t answer you.

“What if I did this?” You licked down the underside of his shaft before taking his cum filled sack into your warm mouth. 

“God, that’s so fucking hot.” His fingers laced through your hair, pulling and making you whine. 

You licked over his balls, inhaling his scent. You accidentally dipped your tongue lower, swiping over his tight hole. 

The loud whine Eddie had you let out had you quickly pulling away. “I-I’m so sorry, shit.” 

Eddie laughed, pulling your head back between his thighs. “D-don’t be sorry, just do it again.”

Your tongue dipped under his balls again, spreading his cheeks as you licked around his puckered hole. You hummed as your tongue slipped further, the tip of it sliding in.

“Holy shit! I-,” Eddie spread his thighs further apart. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Eddie’s hand on your head didn’t let up, he held you still as he grinded his ass against your face. Your tongue and spit making his hole a wet, hot mess. 

You moaned against him, your hand trailing down your body and finding your clit. You timed your rubs with the licks over his pretty hole. 

The sounds of wet schlick echoed off the walls, you couldn’t tell if it was from your pussy or his ass. Either way, you didn’t want to stop listening. 

“Touching yourself while you eat my ass? You dirty fucking slut.”

Eddie talking the way he was, only egged you on. Your tongue slid deeper inside him, making sure to lick everywhere you could. You couldn’t stop; you didn’t want to stop. 

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you, inside your pussy,” Eddie quickly pulled your head away, your mouth swollen from being used. “And I only want to cum if I’m inside you.”

You pushed him down on the bed. He crawled up the bed until he was sitting against the wall and resting against the pillows. “Someone’s in a rush.” 

“I just need you,” you straddled his waist, hovering over his waiting and aching cock. “So bad.”

Eddie grabbed his cock and ran it through your folds, getting it wetter. “Yeah?” He grabbed your hips and slipped the swollen tip of his cock inside you. “Then what are you waiting for, pretty girl? I’m all yours.”

You sank down the rest of his cock, until you were perfectly seated. The thatch of his pubic hair catching against your clit. “I’ve never had someone so deep, fuck.”

Quickly, you rocked your hips back and forth. You and Eddie groaned in unison, his hands coming to stop your hips. “Slowly, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Eddie reached over to the forgotten joint and relit it, placing it between his lips. He helped you find a slow rhythm, grinding your hips slowly against him. 

“You feel so good inside me,” you placed his hands on his chest, looking to sturdy yourself. “I don’t want it to stop.” 

Slowly, Eddie inhaled, letting the smoke fill his lungs before pulling your head close to his. Your lips barely touched his as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth, filling your lungs now.

You moaned at the action, at the feeling of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your orgasm was starting to creep up on you. You could feel it travel in your veins, and all over your body. The weed was helping it come faster, taking over you. 

Eddie flicked out the joint and flipped the two of you over while he was still deep inside you. He pinned you between his sweaty body and the mattress, the weight of him leaving you with nowhere to go. 

“You look so good under me,” his hand wrapped around your throat. He held your head still as he slowly kissed you, molding his rough lips with your soft ones. 

“Please, just- just fuck me!” You locked your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. “I need you to fill me up with your cum, I need it to drip out of me.” 

“Yeah? You want my cum?” He quickly pulled out before slamming back in, making your body move up the bed. “Want me to put a baby in you, huh? Really make you mine?” His hold on your neck became tighter. 

“Please, give it to me!” You raked your nails down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. “I want to be yours, always have, Eddie.”

His cock felt like it was splitting you open, and you craved more. 

“You’re so wet for me.” His hand left your body and found your clit, running harsh and fast circles. “You gonna cum for me again?”

You nodded your head fast, repeatedly. “Yes, please let me cum, please.” 

Eddie rested his forehead against his, “cum for me, fucking cum for me, sweetheart.” 

You let go as your orgasm crashed. Your toes curled and your mouth opened in a silent scream. Everything around you became white as you came around Eddie’s cock, gushing around it and soaking his waist and everything below it.

“Yes, baby. Just like that!” Eddie came with you, his stomach muscles tightening as he filled you up just like you said he would. 

His eyes stayed open though, he needed to see you cum. “You look so pretty when you cum on my cock- shit.”

It felt like hours had passed before you felt Eddie pull out of you, bringing you back to reality. He laid beside you, his body touching yours as the two of you caught your breath. 

“I never thought that was ever going to happen,” you looked to the side, catching Eddie looking right back at you. 

He let out a breathy laugh, turning his body to the side to get a better look at you. “I’m glad it did, I’ve been waiting.” 

“You have?” 

“I meant what I said when I’m all yours,” Eddie pulled your sweaty body closer to his. “If you’ll have me that is.” 

“With the sex like that? Who am I to pass it up?” The high from the weed and sex was starting to wear off, and so was the feeling of your soon to be sore body. 

“You want to go again?” Eddie held up the baggy of drugs, a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Yes,” you sat up and searched in the messy bed for the lighter. 

“I want you to do that thing with your tongue again.” 

You shot him a wink, “I’m so glad you don’t have to be high for me to do that.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson

[floralcyanide]

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 - 𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

cillian murphy x f!eader (nsfw)

In which your breeding kink comes to light and causes a night full of undying pleasure with your boyfriend, Cillian.

warnings: smut, breeding kink, nipple play, kind of mentions the idea of breastfeeding (not by Cillian lol), biting, choking, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), pussy slapping, dirty talk, fingering, tongue-fucking

word count: 2039

author’s note: warning I didn't read this after I wrote it so if it flows weird or has repetition or anything, I'm sorry lol I just needed to post this for ya'll!! please reblog/ like or comment if you enjoyed it, I love feedback < 3

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Your head is in CIllian’s lap, his fingers carding through your hair gently as the two of you watch a movie. The lighting is dim, candles are lit throughout the living room, and an almost empty bottle of wine sits on the coffee table. You’ve got a slight buzz, and Cillian’s massaging of your scalp is making you dizzier. Kids run and play in the movie you’re watching, and suddenly, a thought pops into your head and comes straight out of your mouth.

“I want kids someday.”

You freeze, holding your breath for Cillian’s response.

You feel a hum rumble through your boyfriend as he continues to play in your hair, “Really?”

“Yeah,” you say, rolling over on your back so your face was toward the ceiling, “I mean, maybe.”

“It’s life-changing. It can be rough, but it’s a beautiful experience raising children,” Cillian admits, looking down at you.

The thought of mothering Cillian’s children sends chills across your body and warmth in your belly. You know he’s probably content with his two sons and couldn’t possibly want more children, but the mere idea of him cumming in you with a purpose turns you on. You have a breeding kink but have yet to bring it up to Cillian, as it’s a risky type of kink. Even though the two of you are in a committed and established relationship, neither of you has ever brought up the topic of having kids together. And going through with the breeding aspect of the kink entails the possibility of pregnancy. At this point in your partnership, though, you don’t bother using protection anymore as you trust each other wholeheartedly. Birth control is still used, however. You don’t have to have kids, of course, but the carnal need to be filled up by someone you love deeply is thrilling to think about.

“I know you’re well past wanting any more kids,” you say, looking Cillian in his enthralling eyes, “So it’s not something I think about too often.”

“I’m open to the idea, but if this is something you really want, we should definitely discuss it,” Cillian says, tracing his thumb along your jawline.

“It’s more or so the process of having kids that has always intrigued me,” you purse your lips, trying to think of how to get your desires across to him.

“You mean sex?” Cillian chuckles, “This sure is an interesting way of asking.”

You roll your eyes, smacking his stomach lightly, “Yes, but that’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?”

You sit upright, moving over to straddle CIllian’s lap before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. 

Pulling an inch away from his lips, you press yourself into him, “I want you to fuck a baby into me.”

“But-”

“I want you to breed me like an animal in heat,” you whisper, dragging your thumb across Cillian’s bottom lip, “Fill me up with your cum.”

Cillian clears his throat, “I think I know what you’re hinting at here.”

“And?” you search his eyes for any inkling of distaste.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, my love,” Cillian shakes his head, snaking his arms around your waist as he stands up.

You wrap your arms and legs around him as he kisses you again, teeth clashing against yours. He nearly bumps you into the wall on the way to the bedroom, but you’re too focused on the feeling of Cillian’s mouth and his tongue lapping yours to really care. Finally arriving in the bedroom, Cillian drops you on the bed on your back, dragging you to the edge of the mattress by your ankles. You let out a squeal as he does so, giddiness shrouding you. The bedroom basks in soft light from the nightstand lamp, bringing out Cillian’s taut facial features. He focuses his weight on his hands, which are pressed into the bed at the sides of your head. He hovers over you, his icy blue eyes now darker around his blown pupils.

“A breeding kink, hmm?” Cillian smirks, leaning into your ear, “That’s hot. Good thing I’m into it as well.”

Shivers promptly cover your body in goosebumps as Cillian nips the shell of your left ear, sliding his tongue across your earlobe before taking it into his mouth. He bites it gently before pressing his lips to where your jaw meets your neck, cascading kisses along your skin. Your arms find themselves wrapped around Cillian’s shoulders as he travels to your neck with his searing lips. He then bites and sucks bruises on the column of your throat, marking you as his. Removing your sleep shirt, Cillian finds you have already shed your bra at some point in the evening. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he stares at your breasts, eyes hungry for you. Cillian then puts all his weight onto your abdomen, moving both his hands from around your head to grasp at your chest. He caresses his index fingers over your nipples, exhaling a satisfied laugh when they perk up immediately. Cillian dives his head down, taking your right nipple between his lips and slowly flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud. You groaned, unable to squeeze your legs together for friction as Cillian’s chest was between them. The other nipple is being lightly pinched, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. He continues focusing on your breasts, gradually getting rougher and harder with twists and bites.

“Wanna see your beautiful tits swollen with milk,” Cillian mutters, leaving bite marks on the skin around your areola.

His words cause you to become wetter, your hips involuntarily thrusting into Cillian’s, “Fuck, Cill.”

He massages your breasts, squeezing them and pushing them upward as he plays with your nipples. 

“Need you to touch me, please,” you whine, your chest becoming sensitive.

Cillian moves down to your stomach, kissing and swirling his tongue around your belly button, “Gonna make your stomach nice and big with my baby.”

Cillian pulls down your lounge pants, tossing them to the floor. He grabs your hips, his thumbs anchoring you to the mattress as his breath fans across your damp underwear.

“So wet for me already? Ready to take me and let me fill you up?” Cillian nips at the skin of your thighs, his eyes not moving from yours.

“Yes,” you whimper, unable to wiggle your hips from his grip on them, “Need you inside me.”

“Need to prep you first, love,” Cillian kisses the wet spot of your underwear before pulling them off.

His tongue licks a fat stripe from your entrance to your swollen bundle of nerves, his beautiful lips encircling it as he lightly sucks it between his teeth. You can’t help but let out a deep moan at the contact, impatiently wishing he’d fuck you with either his fingers or his cock already. But of course, Cillian loves to tease and take all you have to offer before giving you what you want. He releases your clit, now focusing on your soaking entrance as he laps up your arousal there, pushing his tongue inside you. Cillian moves your hips upward so his tongue delves deeper into you, causing your toes to curl. Suddenly, a finger slides in underneath his tongue, exploring your g spot. You tremble at the feeling as pleasure courses through your veins. Then, Cillian adds another digit as he begins to fuck you with his fingers and tongue simultaneously. You thrust your hips as his free hand guided you to mercilessly ride his tongue and two middle fingers. You can feel the pressure of an orgasm creeping up on you, but you don’t want to cum yet.

“I need you inside of me,” you struggle to speak, your mind cloudy with lust.

Cillian slowly removes himself from your needy pussy, and you can feel yourself clench around nothing. He takes off his shirt, followed by his lounge pants and underwear. His length is hard against his stomach, leaking and ready for you.

“On your hands and knees, darling,” Cillian orders, and you hurry to the top of the bed, hugging a pillow as you lean down and jut your ass in the air. 

Cillian flattens his hand on your shoulder blades, running his palm along your spine until it reaches your ass, where he gently squeezes. He spreads you open with both hands and your arousal glistens in the moody light of the bedroom. 

“Soaked and ready for this cock, huh?” Cillian pushes your back down even further until your chest and abdomen are flush with the bed.

“Yes, sir,” you say, quivering with anticipation.

Cillian aligns himself with your core, sliding his head along your wetness, gathering enough for him to push in slowly without struggle. Your walls clench around him tightly as he inches into you. Finally, Cillian’s hips are against your ass, and he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. 

“Fuck,” you sneer, fingernails digging into the pillow.

“Taking me so well,” Cillian grunts, slamming into you again, “Gonna slam my cock into your womb and fill it up with my cum.”

You whine into the pillowcase as his rhythm increases, your body rutting into the mattress. Suddenly, a slap lands on your cunt, causing you to jolt and clench harder around Cillian’s length. 

“That feel good?” Cillian leans over you, his face now next to yours, “You’re so wet, I can feel you gushing around me.”

You moan loudly into the pillow as he pounds into your cervix, his head dragging along your g spot flawlessly with every thrust. Cillian slaps your clit over and over with the same rhythm as his thrusts, making you cry out. He grabs a fistful of your hair as he sits back up, pulling your head from the safety of the plush pillow.

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart. I wanna hear you take my cock like the cum-hungry slut you are,” Cillian says, pulling your hair harshly.

“God, fuck,” you scream as he thrusts particularly deep inside you, “I’m your slut. I need you to cum in me, Cill. So bad,” you whimper.

His pace becomes relentless, his hips snapping into your asscheeks forcefully as he takes you from behind. But he then pulls out, lets go of your hair, and flips you over on your back, and you nearly scream from frustration at the sudden emptiness. Cillian wastes no time pulling your legs onto his shoulders and rentering you, grabbing your hips and pulling them forward so he can fuck you as deep as possible. He slaps your sensitive and red clit again, over and over, before reaching his hand around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your throat, dizzying you as he slams his cock into your cervix almost violently. You were definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasp as Cillian grasps your breasts, harshly pulling and twisting your hard nipples.

“Do you want me to finish fucking this baby into you? Gonna milk my cock as you cum and feel me fill you up to the brim> Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please! Please, fuck, fill me up, Cillian. I need you so bad,” you moan, throwing your head back.

“Fuck,” Cillian growls, snapping his hips up, hitting you at a new and delicious angle.

It doesn’t take long for you to orgasm, as Cillian gives you one last particularly harsh slap to your clit before rubbing it vigorously. He soon follows with his own, his warm seed filling you as your walls milk him for every drop. Cillian runs his hand down your body until he pulls out, arousal and cum seeping out of you. He gathers some on his fingers before shoving them into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his digits, tasting a hint of yourself mixed with CIllian’s cum. 

“Did you want me to take my pill tonight?” you say after catching your breath and letting Cillian collapse beside you.

“Only if you want to,” he says, “But I think we’d have a beautiful child.”

You chuckle before rolling on your side and tossing your arm over his warm chest, “That we would.”

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[mcondance]

listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 17+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear your go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

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[cupidddd-d]

you waste your time on daft pretty boys

in which spencer reid is so smart, but he's so dumb!

if you had a quarter for every time you tried flirting with spencer reid and he obliviously rebuffed your attempts, you'd have enough money to buy a yacht.

at first, it started with you innocently brushing his arm when you had to walk past him. you'd make eye contact with him across the room. he thought nothing of it.

and then you purposely wore a pair of shoes that were practically falling apart, all so you could fall into his arms and bat your eyelashes at him as he caught you. he caught you, but he immediately set you back on your feet, almost as if he was afraid to touch you for more than a second.

"you should be more careful," he laughed, somehow still completely clueless to the fact that you were putting the moves on him.

"i mean, i don't get it! i've been flirting with him all week, and nothing! why isn't he just taking the hint?" you complained to morgan as you slumped down in your cubicle.

spencer being late only ever happened once in a blue moon, but he was late today. and you needed to take full advantage of his absence to pester morgan for advice.

"honestly, you're wasting your time here. if you're not going to be direct with him, he'll never get the hint. the kid's like a robot," morgan shrugged, twirling his pen in the air.

"it's true," prentiss agreed as she walked by, overhearing your conversation. "his iq gets slashed to nothing when it comes to romance. you need to be upfront with him."

"but it's so embarrassing!" you whined, dropping your head on your desk with defeat. "what if he rejects me?"

"the answer's always gonna be no if you never ask," prentiss raised her eyebrows at you knowingly.

you groaned dramatically at her words, weakly slapping your desk a few times to further express your point. "fine, but if he rejects me, i'm changing my name and moving to costa rica. i'll start a new life, and you'll never see me again!" you threaten them both, pointing your index finger at them.

"yeah, yeah," morgan smirked smugly, interlacing his hands behind his head as he leaned back.

"shut up, baldie!" you retorted, just because you had to get the last word in.

"so...spencer," you say awkwardly, standing over his cubicle. everyone except hotch had gone home, and you two were the only ones still working in the bullpen.

"yeah?" his smile was so sweet and so welcoming, but it had never intimidated you before the way it does now.

"um, okay. so basically morgan and prentiss were telling me to be upfront with you because i've been flirting with you like, this whole week, and you haven't gotten the hint yet. spencer, i think you're a great guy, and i really like being around you. do you maybe...want to go out sometime? as a date?" you rambled nervously, feeling a hot blush creep up your cheeks.

you watched spencer fumble for words for what seemed like hours. his mouth parted, then it closed again. he just blinked at you, a little squeaking noise coming out of his mouth as he blushed red, from his neck to the tips of his ears.

"y-yeah, i'd like that! l-like, a lot!" he squeaked, turning a lovely shade of fire engine red. "w-we could w-watch um, a movie! does f-friday work? c-cool, okay!"

he dashed off before you could say anything, but friday did work for you, so you just stood there in disbelief.

"yeah, cool, okay..." you echoed, a giddy smile on your face.

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[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Hey! I love your stuff!! Could you maybe do fem reader being insecure about how they look and the 141+ König comforting them?? Im sorry that I’m not giving you a lot of stuff to work with. And if you have already done something like this or feel uncomfortable doing it I 100% understand! I LOVEEE YOUU!!!🩷🩷

141 + König Comforting Insecure Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of insecurities, crying, mentions of poor body image, mentions of bullying

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"Love, are you ready to go?" Simon's voice called from outside your door. "Reservations at five and it takes us about twenty minutes to get there."

"Yeah, I'm almost ready." You replied regarding yourself in the mirror. You felt the pit in your stomach grow as you turned to the side, inspecting the way your outfit made your stomach look.

You weren't always self-conscious, Simon always had a way of making you feel like the most beautiful person on the planet, but lately you'd noticed you'd been gaining some weight, and really felt like it was starting to show.

Unbeknownst to Simon, you'd been at the mirror for the better part of the afternoon, trying on outfit after outfit, trying to find something you felt good in.

"Love is everything-" He stopped short in the doorway when he heard your sniffles.

You turned to him with tears running down your cheeks, unable to hold them in any longer. "I hate my body, Simon."

Simon's heart slowly broke as he absorbed your words, his eyes softening as they landed on yours. "Y/N."

"No, it's true. I can't find any outfits that fit right. My stomach just feels like it's blown up ten sizes overnight, I just.. I hate the way my body looks." A soft sob escaped your lips as you spoke, causing Simon to walk up behind you, placing his arms around you.

"Enough of that. You are so, so incredibly beautiful inside and out, sweetheart." He spoke as he pulled you into his chest. "Please don't pick yourself apart like that. You're beautiful no matter what you've got on. I especially favor you without clothes, but that's just me."

You turned swiftly, playfully slapping at Simon's chest. "Si, I'm serious!"

"So am I, sweetheart." He leaned down to press a soft kiss on your lips. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever and will ever lay my eyes on. Nothing will change that."

"You mean that?"

"More than you will ever know. I know it's not easy to believe me, I've had my fair share of self-confidence issues, but love, you have no reason to be self-conscious." He got down on his knees in front of you and started to place various kisses across the length of your body.

"You're beautiful here. And here. And here." He murmured in between kisses before landing one on your tummy. "And most especially here."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"Y/N? Babe, are you okay?" Johnny called out as he searched the house trying to find you. The two of you were watching a movie together, and you'd dissaperwd nearly twenty minutes ago, claiming you needed to use the bathroom.

He walked into the bathroom and found you picking at yourself in the mirror, with tears streaming down your face.

He stood at the doorway and watched you for a moment, his eyes softening as he watched you pick at the skin of your face. He knew of your insecurities when it came to your skin, but he'd truly thought it was something you'd overcome.

"Babe, what are you doing?" He asked, approaching you from behind.

"I had a sore pimple, and I just came to put some cream on it..and I.. I didn't realize how bad it is." You sniffled softly, letting your hands fall to your sides in defeat.

"How bad what is?"

"My skin, it's just, I wish I had smooth skin like everyone else. I can't get rid of these scars no matter how much I try, and every time I wake up, there's a new pimple, and I... I feel so ugly."

"Now you listen to me." Johnny's voice was stern, causing you to look up at him through the mirror. "I don't know where this is coming from, or why you'd possibly feel this way, but you are so, so fucking beautiful, Y/N. So what if your skin isn't like everyone else's, it makes you YOU."

"But-"

"No buts. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has imperfections, and they are what make you human. I love everything about you, sweetheart, down to the last little scar you've got on your cheek. I love all of it."

You hiccuped a sob and turned to throw your arms around your boyfriend. "Thank you, Johnny."

"No, thank YOU for being you, love." He picked you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. "Now if you really want to thank me, you'll come watch this damn movie and let me cuddle your beautiful ass while we do."

John Price-

"Hey, I'd check on Y/N. There were some of those newer recruits harassing them earlier today." Kyle said, popping his head into his captians office.

John stood immediately, grabbing his hat as he made his way to your room. Fortunately for him your door was unlocked as he barged inside, only to find you in tears on your bed.

"What did they say?" John's tone was cold, and you could tell he was seething.

"What do you mean?" You asked, fiercely wiping away at your tears. You knew John knew, but were to embarrassed to talk about it.

"Y/N, honey, please tell me." He pleaded, kneeling in front of you.

You stayed quiet, your thoughts running rampant in your brain before you spoke up. "They were saying they don't know how someone like you is with someone like me and that I dont deserve to be on the team or deserve you."

"Look at me." He grabbed your chin gently, directing your gaze to him. "Those twats are just jealous of you. They've wanted on 141 for a while, and they were pissed you got the spot. None, and I mean none, of what they are saying is true."

"I can't help but let it get to me, John. I haven't felt good about myself in a while, and hearing that didn't help." Your eyes flickered down to your hands in front of you, as you fiddled with then nervously.

"Why on earth have you not felt good about yourself, babe? You are so stunning it hurts."

"I've gained weight, John, even you can't deny that. I got on the scale last night, and nearly broke down. I've never been this heavy before."

"The numbers that look back at you on the scale are just that. They are just numbers. They don't define you, love. You are a wonderful person inside and out, and anyone who doesn't see that can fuck right the hell off." He spoke gently before placing a chaste kiss to your lips. "I love you more than you'll ever know. Nothing will change that, especially not some stupid numbers on a scale or some petty recruits."

You threw your arms around him and let him hold you for some time, before pulling away. "I love you John."

"I love you too, always."

~

Later that week, John was elated as he got permission to lead a group of the newer recruits in a training seminar. When he found out the recruits who'd harrased you were a part of the group? Let's just say he didn't pull any punches during the training.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Babe, the boys will be here any minute. Are you able to come help me in the kitchen?" Kyle asked poking his head into your shared bathroom.

You placed the straightener you were holding down on the counter and turned to Kyle with a sad smile. "Yeah, be there in a minute."

"Hey now, I know that look, what's up, kid?" His brows furrowed in concern as he walked over to you.

"I want to look good for you and your friends." You said, picking up the hair brush on the counter. You turned back to the mirror and started brushing at your hair aggressively.

"Sweetheart, who says you don't? You look as stunning as you do every day."

"My hair it just, I can't style it like how I want, it's just always a mess no matter what I do." You threw the brush you were holding down in frustration. "I don't feel pretty because of it."

"Babe, I love your hair." Kyle spoke, grabbing the brush off the floor. He moved you so that you were standing in front of him and began to brush at the strands of your hair softly.

"You have to say that, because you're my boyfriend."

"No, I don't. You and I both know I'm an honest man. I think your hair is beautiful, no matter what you do with it. Hell, you could shave it, and I'd look at you no differently than I already do."

"You mean it?" You asked, blinking away the tears.

"Of course I do, love. You're too hard on yourself, I promise you, you are so beautiful. If you want, if you really want to try out new hairstyles, why don't we look at pinterest or something to see about different ways to do your hair? I can help."

"I love you so much, Kyle." You turned around to grab the brush from his hands before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you too." He said pulling back with a smile. "By the way, the boys are your friends too."

"What?"

"The boys, you called them my friends. They love you just as much as they do me, if not more. They are your friends as well."

König-

König awoke to the sound of muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. He blinked the sleep from his eyes as he turned over to find your sleeping form absent from the bed.

"Schatz, what's wrong?" He asked as he shuffled into your shared bathroom. What he found had his heart tearing bit by bit.

You stood in front of the mirror in nothing but your undergarments, tears streaming down your face as you closely inspected the scars and marks littering your body. "I'm ugly, Kö. These marks make me hideous."

"Maus." He moved to stand next to you regarding you thoughtfully in the mirror. "Your marks are what make you beautiful. Each scar, each mark, tells a story, and I love each and every one of them."

"You don't have to say that, Kö. I know my body isn't perfect." Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke. Tears continued to fall down your cheeks as you looked back at the scars lining your skin. "I'm not perfect."

"Nobody is perfect, Maus, and if anyone were to be, it'd be you. I wish you saw what I do. I'd kill to have you see yourself through my eyes." He shuffled slightly to stand behind you as he leaned his head on yours. "Just as you told me when I was self-conscious about mine, the scars make us human, make us wholesome. Nobody is without them."

You gave him a small smile as you shook yourself before turning to him. "Thank you, Kö."

"You never have to thank me, Maus. I'm only speaking the truth."

You wrapped your arms around his med section and squeezed tightly. "Take me to bed?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

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A/N: thanks for reading

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Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do the "I'm gonna fuck all memory of him out of your head" nsfw for Sanemi? ty and have a great day lovely 🥰

ONLY YOU

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA (NSFW)

PEACH'S 2.K MILESTONE EVENT

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • FWB (maybe toxic?? Idk) • titty slapping • slightly mean Sanemi • creampies • mentions of toxic cheating ex-bf • getting folded in half like a lawn chair • I think I blacked out while writing this • not proofread in the slightest

“I told you when we started this not to expect anything from me,” you were surprised at the way your voice remained calm and steady, even though internally, you felt anything but. “You’ve no right to get jealous over me going to see him.”

Him being your ex-boyfriend, whose apartment you’d just left after spending the night. You knew it was a mistake; you’d known it the second you let the asshole lay you down on his couch and felt the hard press of his cock against your upper thigh as he kissed you with those lips that were so warm and familiar.

Your intentions had been pure when you’d gone over there to collect the last few of your belongings that neither of you had realized he’d still had until a good three months after your breakup. But then he’d offered you a glass of wine, and the two of you sat on his soft, plush sofa — the sofa that used to be yours, just like that apartment; just like him — and got to reminiscing about old times. And then he’d looked at you with those eyes, so sad and so full of regret at the way he’d thrown a three-year long relationship out the window like garbage for the sake of some one-night stand on a work trip with a woman whose name he couldn’t even remember, and you’d caved.

Because really, it felt nice to pretend like nothing had changed, and that he would rock your world and then order Chinese food so the two of you could cuddle and watch some dumb movie while you ate; just like old times.

But everything had changed, and that apparently included your post-sex ritual of takeout and TV, because the moment he’d finished spurting his pleasure onto the curve of your ass, he’d tossed you your discarded shirt and said he’d see you around.

You tried to pretend like the fact he’d used you for a quick fuck hadn’t stung, but you’d walked out of your old apartment still feeling a little bruised.

But you sure as fuck weren’t about to let the quietly fuming, white haired, abrasive, jackass standing in your new living room make you feel worse than you already did; no chance in hell.

Said jackass was really your long-time friend, Sanemi, who, for the past three months, had been at your disposal as you sought to satisfy your urge to be fucked absolutely senseless on a regular basis. The two of you had been friends since college, and had spent the better part of your adulthood ignoring the sexual tension which mounted between you the more time you spent together, huddled away in the dingy corners of your university’s library to study, or late night dining hall runs when neither of you could sleep.

You’d kept in touch for a time, even after you started dating your ex, but admittedly, you hadn’t been the most exemplary friend to the hothead with the heart of gold.

But then, you’d found yourself single and alone in a brand new apartment with nothing but a pile of moving boxes full of memories youndidnt want to revisit and a mattress on the floor. So instead of unpacking, you choose to reach for your phone to shoot a text to your old college friend.

Sanemi agreed to meet up for coffee within minutes of you messaging him. Within a matter of hours, you found yourself back at your new home, face pressed down into your mattress and your ass in the air as you let yourself forget that there was a world beyond the feeling of Sanemi’s cock ramming into your desperate, sopping core.

Only after you’d been thoroughly filled by his cock and cum were you able to form a coherent thought, and so, you’d propositioned him with an offer for a friends with benefits situation — on the sole condition that no one caught feelings.

Sanemi hadn’t hesitated in agreeing, sealing the deal with a rough yet intoxicating kiss as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders and took you again until you passed out from exhaustion.

Things had been running smoothly, with both of you holding up your end of the bargain — until a few weeks ago, when you’d casually mentioned that you were texting your ex again and Sanemi’s mood had soured considerably.

Not that his apparent jealousy had tempered him when it came time to reduce you to a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him — if anything, he seemed more committed to blowing your mind and back each time the two of you met up.

But you’d blown him off in favor of going to your ex’s only to end up leaving feeling emptier than ever. Only now, you somehow felt lower because beneath the judgmental irritation in his pretty, lavender eyes, Sanemi looked hurt.

“I don’t,” he said tightly, his arms folded tightly across his chest, those mouthwatering biceps rippling slightly. “I just don’t like getting ghosted without so much as a courtesy text.”

You winced, realizing that, in your haste to see your ex, you’d indeed forgotten to tell Sanemi not to bother stopping by. But you were feeling vulnerable and truthfully, you just wanted him to stop looking at you like a kicked puppy. Because, though it pained you to admit it, it broke your heart a little.

Perhaps Sanemi wasn’t the only one who was catching feelings.

But you weren’t about to admit any of that, and so you only mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out, cocking your head at him. “Oh yeah? Then you won’t mind if your services aren’t needed tonight?” Guilt settled heavy in your gut like a stone as Sanemi deflated slightly at your jab.

That guilt wasn’t enough for you to resist taunting him a bit. “Because I’ve had all about I can handle for the day,”

Sanemi took the bait.

“I find that hard to believe,” he scoffed, his eyes running sensually over you as you stood there, defiantly glaring at him. “‘Cuz you’re not satisfied until you’re damn near passed out,”

He sauntered over to you until the heat rippling off his body threatened to burn you, too. A jolt of electricity shot down your spine as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “And babydoll, you’re still standing.”

Without warning, Sanemi’s arm shot out and wound around your waist, hauling you flush against him, your noses nearly bumping together. Your eyes fluttered shut at the gentle caress of his warm breath against your lips, awaiting one of his needy, bruising kisses of which you often found yourself daydreaming about.

But a kiss did not come; rather, Sanemi only spoke a promise that sent chills rippling over your skin and unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck all memory of him right outta your pretty little head.”

Unsurprisingly, Sanemi made good on his word; for not twenty minutes later, you found yourself draped over the back of your sofa, the silvery-blonde fucking you so deeply, you weren’t sure you even remembered your own name, even if you somehow still knew his.

The edge of your couch dug uncomfortably into the small of your back, and idly you wondered whether the force with which Sanemi was pounding into you would cause your spine to snap clean in half. If it did, you probably wouldn’t care; not when Sanemi had one of your legs lay flush against his torso, and the other wrapped tightly around his hips to desperately clinging on for dear life as his cock bullied in and out of your dripping cunt.

A warm, calloused hand teasingly traced up your stomach until it came to your breast, squeezing harshly as Sanemi savored how it jiggled beneath his palm with every bruising thrust of his hips against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Sanemi slapped the plush mound lightly around your nipple, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“Fuck baby, you like that?” Sanemi’s gravelly voice called you back down to earth as his hand repeated the action on your other tit, a whine tearing from your throat. He chuckled at the way your cunt grew sloppier with every repeated smack against your chest. “Naughty girl.”

Sanemi’s lips latched around your stiffened nipple as his hand rose to pinch and roll the other between his fingers, the pace of his hips never faltering. “Tell me — fuck — sweetheart,” he ground out against your skin. “Did he make your pussy this fucking sloppy?”

As though to emphasize his point, Sanemi swiveled his hips harshly against yours, repeating the move over and over until your living room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your whimpers and the lewd squelching of your cunt.

“N-no,” you managed to stammer out, fingers digging harshly into his hair as Sanemi’s mouth sloppily danced to the valley between your breasts. He seemed please with this answer, as his other hand worked between your sweat-slicked bodies to work furiously at your clit.

“That’s right,” he growled. Sanemi pulled off you in favor of standing up, his cock reaching a spot even deeper within you as his thrusts grew sloppy. His grunts began to be tempered by a slight whine as he drew closer and closer to his climax, his thumb rubbing steady circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

With a slight graze of his nail against your clit, you came apart around him with a scream, back arching impossibly higher as you howled his name. Sanemi rode you through the waves of your pleasure, the heavy smack of his balls against the underside of your ass guiding you back down to reality as you realized you still weren’t satisfied — you wouldn’t be, not until you felt him spill inside you only for him to fuck his seed right back into you.

“Sanemi,” you whined, your hands grabbing blindly for him, desperate to bring him closer.

Sanemi chuckled under his breath. “I know what you need, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you.”

His hands were surprisingly gentle as it lowered the leg you had hooked over his shoulder and unlatched the other from around his waist. He tugged you forward slightly over the edge of the couch, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them back against your sides.

He was buried deep within you now, the new angle allowing the blunt tip of his cock to press against that one spot that made your toes curl, again and again. As your whimpers devolved into cries of overstimulated pleasure, Sanemi leaned down close to your face, his lips teasingly grazing yours as his pace quickened.

“And did you let him cum in your sweet little pussy, baby?” The look in his eyes almost would have been cruel, but it was undercut by the faintest trace of insecurity. “Do I have to fuck that out of you, too?”

But you were so lost in the post-orgasm haze that you did not answer; at least, not until Sanemi slowed the relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent cunt, and the resulting friction became intolerable.

“I asked you a question, princess.” Sanemi said mockingly, ducking his head to graze your throat with his lips, before giving a mighty thrust of his hips, as you cried out. “Answer me. Did he cum in you?”

“N-no!” Your answer was choked off with a hitched gasp as Sanemi resumed his previous pace, intent on reaching his end and giving you what you both wanted — your cunt, stuffed to the brim with him.

“Only you, Sanemi,” you blubbered, tears of pleasure and pain gathering in your eyes as your arms tightened around his shoulders, clinging onto him like he was salvation’s incarnate. “Only you get to cum in this pussy!”

Sanemi’s groans turned to low growls as his hips snapped against yours, the coil in his gut tightening as you continued to babble, only you only you only you only -

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pt. 1 - pt. 3

characters: t.kuroo, i.matsukawa, r.suna

note: implied fem partner for all of them, reader is implied as the character's girlfriend at the ending bonus, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest!!:) (there are only three characters on this one cause they're all so long JSAHKSJABD so buckle up babes hehe)

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KUROO TETSURO "you're more than enough for me, princess"

before the two of you even began dating, you already had a close friendship with tetsuro. you've spent nights together studying for an upcoming test, mornings greeting each other and telling each other to have a good day, and afternoons out and about. neither of you really cared if you felt like the sun was about to melt your skin off or the heavy downpour of the rain will leave you sick for the rest of the week.

and of course, once you did start dating, none of that changed at all. sure, a dash of romance was added, but tetsuro always flirted with you anyway. it didn't help that the two of you were sat beside each other in class. every ten minutes or so, you would find him slipping a small piece of paper onto your desk. the notes ranged from asking what the hell the person in front was talking about, to telling you how gorgeous you looked and asking if you wanted to have lunch with him later.

dates with him are often impromptu. you would wake up to a text from your boyfriend from two am earlier that day if you wanted to go with him later in the afternoon to a cat cafe he just found out about.

sometimes he wouldn't even give inform you that you're going out. you'd just find yourself being dragged outside by tetsuro who was rambling on about a movie he wanted to see for so long and that he wanted to watch it with you for the first time now that it was showing in cinemas. these antics of his never failed to surprise you, but most of the time, you agree nonetheless. that is except when you actually have something you need to do and finish.

the first time he suddenly held onto your arm and started pulling you didn't go as smoothly though. what can you say, he startled you. who in their right mind would just start pulling on your arm so suddenly while you were fixing your stuff in your bag? either way, tetsuro still whined about the now prominent red mark on his cheek, complaining that you slapping him across the face was uncalled for. but he immediately shut up when you promised to give him an ice pack and an evening of cuddles later on.

for the impromptu dates he wants to go on where he has to come over to your house, he always brings along a flower to gift to you. one day, you ask him why he constantly gives you a singular flower of the same kind and he just answers with "so once we've gone on enough dates, you'll have a whole bouquet of those. it would stand as a reminder on how many days we've spent together."

there are a decent amount of times too where you guys go out together but don't really have anything planned to do. so the two of you often just end up walking toward wherever your feet would lead you to. there was one time you two were walking on a street with almost no people around, when this man suddenly tugged on your hand that he was holding and twirled you around. later on dipping the both of you down and when you looked at him with wide eyes, he's already wearing a huge ass smirk on his face. after composing yourself from whatever just happened, the both of you continued walking. when you come across a cafe, restaurant, or shop that catches your eye, you could bet that he would be more than happy to accompany you inside.

when tetsuro's drinking something that you want a sip of, whether it's coffee, juice, or plain water, of course he'd let you. but before you could take the cup from his hands, he holds it out of your reach. and before you could protest and ask him what he was doing, he's already bringing the drink back down and holding the edge of the cup to your lips. "go on, take a sip babe". the first few times you two did this ended with you having a wet and sometimes stained top and tetsuro straight up laughing. you got the hang of it eventually though, and it's a usual occurrence for the both of you now.

you know how there are some official haikyuu art with kuroo and kenma where kuroo looks like he's been looking at kenma for a while? that's totally him with you. it doesn't matter what you're doing, really. you could be doing your hair, working on homework, making a sandwhich, heck you could even be ranting to him about a teacher of yours that was the worst and he'd still be staring at you with heart eyes. he thinks you're beautiful, after all. you could think otherwise, but tetsuro would always and forever do his best to make you see what he sees in you.

tetsuro is the type of guy who loves kissing you every chance he gets. well a lot of the hq boys are but him especially. not even a minute passes by of the two of you being with each other when his lips are already kissing your palm, the back of your hand, your knuckles, all the way to your forehead, nose, cheeks, and last but definitely not the least, your lips.

during days with snow, he enjoys making these sort of snow sculptures with you. there was one time where you ended up making a cat and he was so proud of it the two of you ended up taking dozens of pictures with the sculpture and ended up sending all of them to kenma almost immediately, bragging about how the two of you could be professional snow-cat builders at this rate.

like I mentioned earlier, tetsuro has this habit of passing you little notes when you're in class. that habit of his isn't restricted to that, though. it's often that you would find little notes taped to your things. some of your favorites wrote "you look pretty today. I like you in [your fav color]", "wear something cute later;) I'll pick you up at 6:00pm", "you're doing amazing babe! keep up the great work I'll always be right by ya" and of course, the original "I love you<3". sometimes he won't even bother to write it on a piece of paper and stick it to one of your things. he would just show up in front of you, your coffee order in hand. he hands it to you, wishes you a great day then walks off. you were confused at first but your expression was instantly replaced by a smile. the words "for the prettiest girl ever!" was written on the cover of your drink.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI "I'll be here for you no matter what, beautiful"

after a while of the two of you dating and once you're completely comfortable with each other, brace yourself because from now on you're issei's top priority. he'll do everything in his power to make sure you feel great about yourself, you're being taken care of, and that you have an amazing time whenever you're with him.

there's no specific explanation for it, really. issei really just loves having you depend on him. it doesn't matter if you're sick, struggling with something, upset, or feeling completely fine. he just wants to be there with you and for you. he's a middle blocker, so he's great at reading people. you're showing signs of needing a hug? he's already in front of you with open arms. you need fresh air and some time outside? he'll make sure to help you put on your shoes by tying your laces.

despite him loving the feeling of you knowing you could depend on him whenever, he knows to himself as well that you're someone he could lean on too. he wasn't used to it at first because for some time he was someone who always coped with his negative feelings by making jokes. and he would almost never take his feelings seriously because he thought it wasn't worth it. but slowly, you broke down those thoughts of his and made him know and remember that his feelings were valid no matter what. issei was barely ever vulnerable towards someone. and since then, you've been the only exception.

dates with issei are almost always adventurous in a way. you don't know how or why, but he somehow knows a lot of abandoned or rarely visited places around the area you're in. they just so happen to be the best places to have a late night date at, too. he would always make sure the both of you have a great time either way, though. when you had a date at a neglected playground with overgrown grass for fifth date, you ended up not being able to go on most of the playground equipment because of how rusty they were. except for the swings. surprisingly, two of them were still in great condition. you two made a bet on who could swing the highest. you almost threw up and even almost flew off the swing, but it was worth it for the money. after that though, you ended the night by sitting beside each other on a bench, silently enjoying each other's presence under the night sky.

and you couldn't forget the time he took you to an abandoned construction site. it didn't look like they were going to build something tall there from what it looked like. or they really did just give up on the construction early on. you didn't pay mind to that, though. what's important is the amazing pictures you and issei managed to take while you were there. who knew that an unfinished building would look great as a photoshoot background? did I mention it was a great place to play hide and seek in too?

when you two were out on a walk during a snowy day, you started shivering after a while from the cold. issei took note of this and stepped in front of you. you were wondering what he was planning this time, but the look of confusion on your face slipped away when he wrapped your hands in his large ones, almost completely covering them. he blew into his hands then rubbed them against yours. you were too focused looking at his hands that you didn't notice issei look back up at you. "there, all better doll?"

on days the two of you go shopping, you always end up bringing home things you didn't need at all but still loved anyway. this habit of yours began on a saturday afternoon when issei texted you saying that he was going to the store to buy some things he needed for a project and asked if you wanted to join him. you did, and while he was busy looking for the construction paper he needed, you were doing your own thing. you had found a section in the store that was specifically full of animal stuffed toys. there were dogs, elephants, giraffes, almost any animal you could think of. but the one you ended up presenting to issei and offering to buy matching ones for the both of you were stuffed mice. he didn't question the choice of animal, instead he agreed without hesitation.

this became a tradition for your relationship ever since. the small knick knacks that were displayed on the shelf in your bedroom served as clear proof of that.

issei is a ring wearer type of guy. he has a decent amount of rings stored in his bedside drawer, and always alternates between wearing each one of them everyday. on his birthday, you gifted him a ring. it was black, but had shine to it because of the small stones outlining it on both sides. issei never took such special care of anything else in his entire life. except you, of course. he promised himself to wear it everyday and never replace it for a different ring. if there was a time he can't wear a ring, (which is almost impossible but it still happens on some occasions) issei keeps a spare thin chain somewhere in his room specifically for when that happens. he slips the ring into the chain, then wears it around his neck. you told him you liked it better that way somehow because now the ring that you gave him is closer to where his heart is.

makki gifted you and issei the santa and reindeer cap during a christmas get together you had with the seijoh 4. he gave you those as a somewhat gag gift expecting both of you to never wear it. what he wasn't expecting though, was for you to post a picture on your instagram with issei wearing the santa cap and you wearing the reindeer one. you two slayed those caps btw.

cuddling with issei always makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside because of how perfectly his arms wrap around you. dare I say his arms that are big enough to rival iwaizumi's and bokuto's. when he hugs you, he squeezes you with just the right amount of force for you to almost physically feel all the stress from the past two weeks leave your body instantly.

this man is a completely soft gentleman at heart. behind that tough and strong front of his is someone that is so soft for the people that he loves. that means you. he's the type to open doors for you whether at the car, a restaurant, a store, even your own bedroom. before you step out the door to go out on a date, he gently holds your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. and when you don't have a hair tie at hand when you're eating, he pushes your hair back and holds it in one hand so you won't end up with hair in your mouth or so it wouldn't dip into your food.

matsukawa issei loves looking into your eyes. he doesn't have a reason either, he just does. much so like how he loves being able to take care of you. you know that whenever he's about to kiss you, or when he has an urge to do so, he gets this look in his eyes while he stares right at yours. and he never fails to tell you how much you mean to him before and after a kiss, whether it's just a small peck or if it lasted more than a few seconds. once your lips seperate from his, you'll always hear a low "you're breathtaking, gorgeous".

SUNA RINTARO "you're the one for me, darling. the only one that I'll never let go of."

believe it or not, rintaro was the one who confessed first between the two of you. technically he was bugged about it by the twins until he had enough, but yeah. his confession wasn't a lovey romantic one too.

as you sat down on your desk after you came back from the cafeteria, you noticed a neatly folded piece of paper. at the top of it, it wrote "to: (y/n) from: sunarin". this was from suna? why did it have atsumu's writing then? you recognized it since you've been friends with him and his twin for a while now. plus, atsumu was the only person you knew that called suna, sunarin. you weren't classmates with any of them, so you assumed one of the three boys sneaked in your classroom while everyone was outside for lunch break. you had to stop your thoughts so you could actually see what was inside the piece of paper. as you unfolded it, you started to read what was written in a handwriting decent enough to be legible. "I have a crush on you, lol" with "international crush day" and "pls destroy after reading" written at the top and bottom of the paper. you didn't see this coming. at all. but you did your best to play it cool and set a reminder in your mind to talk to suna after dismissal. you definitely weren't going to follow what the note said at the bottom, too.

after classes, you made sure to have a chat with suna and talk about what was going to happen next. the two of you ended up planning a date that afternoon. and tsumu and samu definitely were not eavesdropping and hiding behind a bush the whole time. the rest of that day was history.

anyway, onto actually getting to date suna rintaro. the early dates you went on with him are the typical dates anyone goes on. movies at the cinema, dinner at a restaurant, an arcade at the mall, and an amusement park. even though those aren't out of the ordinary or extravagant in any way, he still made sure to make it special enough for the both of you to remember. because he may look like he doesn't pay much attention whenever you ramble on to him, but he does. he really really does. he would remember your soft murmur of thinking about how you could go to a carnival that just opened because it seems really exciting. and the time where in the middle of your rambling of how your week went, you mentioned what your favorite meal was at this specific restaurant. and with those tiny details, he makes every moment you spend with him a great time.

as time went on, the two of you grew more comfortable with each other, and slowly but surely, rintaro let himself become vulnerable with you whenever he needed to be. earlier on, you assured him that he didn't have to tire himself by exerting so much effort every time you two have to go out because him spending time with you was something you already appreciated a lot. since then, the both of you won't always actually go out whenever you want to have a date. instead, you would often be together at one of your houses to watch a movie or the latest episode of your favorite series, play a video game, card game or board game, or just lay together on the couch, content with each other's warmth.

since rintaro has finally let down his guard around you, prepare for weekly long nights of just talking to each other. it doesn't matter what you two talk about, rintaro just loves hearing your voice. and vice versa. every friday evening, the two of you could be wherever but you would always make sure to have your weekly late night bonding. you could talk about how your day or week went, a recent show that you started watching, the person that you swore on disliking for the rest of the week, and even what foolery the miya twins ended up getting into this time. sometimes you won't even have a specific topic, you would just start talking about anything that randomly popped into your mind. sometimes, rintaro would barely talk. but you didn't mind knowing that you have his full undivided attention no matter what.

he is def a strong music listener!!! he would share his playlists with you, and you would do the same. and when you do, he enjoys listening to your playlists so much. sometimes he would even end up listening to your music more than his own. you noticed this and thought it was really sweet. it also gave you an idea of what you could do for your date this weekend. on the saturday evening that same week, rintaro was confused as to why you were on your phone instead of spending one on one time with him. before he could question you, you were a step ahead of him. "what would you say if we made spotify playlists for each other tonight?" you asked him a little too excited. he was caught off guard by your request and your enthusiasm, but he agreed nonetheless. the thought of you making a music playlist dedicated specifically for him made him smile a bit. when the you and rin were done and exchanged the links for the playlists, the two of you immediately started listening to them. and discussing how each song reminded you of the other. both of you ended up listening to those same playlists every day for a whole month or so. and until now, both of you constantly still listened to those same playlists.

while you two were in the mall, you passed by a mirror in a store that seemed perfect for a mirror selfie. you called rintaro over then told him you two should take a picture. he stood beside you and you posed in front of the mirror, holding out a hand positioned into a half heart and gesturing for rintaro to complete it. as you pressed the button to take the picture, instead of doing a half heart on his hand to finish yours, he positioned his hand in a 👍🏻 beside yours. he chuckled at your face of betrayal then ruffled your hair. you got the perfect opportunity to get back at him when one afternoon in your bedroom. he posed the same half heart on his hand for your mirror selfie. but instead of a thumbs up, you put up a middle finger beside his hand.

while walking around busy streets side by side, he has your pinky wrapped around his while you're swinging both your guys' arms forward and back. rintaro isn't big on pda, but he isn't against it either. he likes showing off to others that you're his significant other, and that he's yours.

BONUS !!!

these three pictures are them. all three of them. yes, I do think they would have that t-shirt in the middle. all three of them would be fine wearing it in public but issei is the most confident one wearing it outside, maybe even tetsuro. and no one can convince me otherwise. (chat pictures are inspired by the ones I found on pinterest<;3)

the playlist part in suna's was inspired by @cloudsvna 's smau series 'perfect strangers' !!! it's an amazing series, make sure to check it out !!:)

#MY FAV BOYS !!!!! minus the other 10 lmao- #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo drabble #kuroo headcanons #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa drabble #matsukawa headcanons #suna x reader #suna headcanons #suna drabble #kuroo tetsuro #matsukawa issei #suna rintaro #nekoma x reader #seijoh x reader #inarizaki x reader #☁️; [headcanons]

[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

June part iv

I’ll tell you the truth

But never goodbye

Remus thought about practice and all the sounds he wouldn’t be hearing again for a couple of months now. A din he desperately hoped would come again in the Fall.

The quiet bustle of the boys arriving. Yawns and some early morning groans. Bags being tossed down into stalls. Velcro and stick tape. The skate sharpener across the hall. The shivery sound of a bucket of pucks being scattered onto the ice. The slap of pucks and bodies on the boards rebounding in a high-roofed, empty rink. The ping of the goalposts. Bursts of laughter between drills. Showers stuttering into a hard, hot spray and the echo of voices off of tiles.

He wanted it all again. The crowds and video tape sessions. The signings and the chance to meet fans. The wins—even the losses. Even the press conferences. He wanted to see his best friends every day. He wanted to win.

They didn’t have a destination, but neither Remus nor Sirius tried to change that. They walked through the New York streets, downtown, where everything felt a little bit like a movie set. Most places were shut tight for the night, but it still felt alive.

Sirius looked handsome in the city lights. In his jeans and t-shirt. More importantly, he looked relaxed. More relaxed than Remus had expected, anyway.

“You’re calm.”

Sirius didn’t look over at him, but a small smile appeared on his face. “Maybe I just look it.”

“Okay, fair.” Remus squeezed their tangled fingers together. “I just meant that you don’t seem…”

“Miserable.”

“Well, sure. That word works.”

“I’m just…” Sirius looked down at him. “Not sure if it’s sunk in yet, maybe. You?”

“No. Not really.”

Sirius squeezed his hand back and Remus felt his engagement ring press into his skin. If anything good came out of this, it was that he would not be taking of his ring any time soon. He caught it glinting in the passing lights.

“New York really never sleeps,” Remus said.

“Neither do we, apparently.”

It was helping more than sleep, though—the walking. It was starving off the soreness they were bound to feel soon. He’d already glimpsed a bad bruise forming near his knee.

“Either way,” Remus said. “I like these walks of ours. It feels different than Gryf.”

“Ouais,” Sirius agreed. “At least we both have rivers.”

The next street they turned onto was not asphalt, but cobblestones. It wound and bent, going against the grid of New York that Remus had become accustomed to. He leaned his head back to look up at the lit apartments above. It might have been two AM, but he could see shadows moving around, or the colorful flickers of televisions.

“Did you talk to Logan?” he asked.

“Non, not really. I mean, on the ice I did. But I don’t know. I wanted to get out of there.”

“Yeah.” Remus sighed. He fought the urge to start talking about the game. Part of him wanted to know each and every single one of Sirius’ thoughts. The hit in the second. The odd, sloppy breakaway in the third. That last buzzer attempt.

“You want to talk about it don’t you,” Sirius said.

Remus laughed, then groaned, hiding it in Sirius’ shoulder. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

It was something special, to have someone who could read his mind. He closed his eyes, inhaling Sirius’ familiar scent and trusting him to guide him on the street. Sirius’ hand disappeared from his and wrapped around his waist instead. A kiss was pressed to Remus’ temple.

“Curb,” Sirius said softly, and Remus stepped down to cross the street then opened his eyes.

“Magnetic,” Remus said. “Do you remember them calling us that?”

“No one needed to remind me.”

Remus tightened his arms around Sirius’ hips and pressed a kiss over his shirt. “I know. I was just remembering.”

Their passes had connected so thoroughly this series. So well. It was awful, almost mean that the passes that stuck in their minds the most were the ones that had missed. 

“How about we keep remembering…” Sirius began. “But how about we do it with fries and milkshakes.”

Remus looked up. The idea made his mouth water. “Yes. What made you say that?”

Sirius just smiled and jerked his chin forward. “Là.”

There was a diner on the corner. Many of the booths in the window were filled—Other people in search of late-night snacks. The neon sign out front read 24 HOURS and Remus could see a group of girls with milkshakes and a basket of fries in front of them.

He reached up to wrap his arms around Sirius’ neck and pressed a hard kiss to his cheek. “Love of my fucking life.”

He felt Sirius smile. Sirius reached for his hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing his ring. “Ouais, it’s true.”

He held the door open for Remus.

They were shuffled into a leather, worn booth and given giant seemingly endless menus. Remus found that he could hardly sit still. He kept laughing to himself. At one point, when Sirius gave him an amused, dazed look, he’d had to cover his mouth.

“You’re wild on adrenaline,” Sirius laughed.

Remus wondered if that was it. If adrenaline was what this was. These weird, surprising tight bursts of joy bubbling over in his chest. Surely he should be feeling low. He had just lost part of his childhood dream yet again.

Was adrenaline fueling the smile Sirius gave him when their two chocolate milkshakes and order of fries arrived? Did adrenaline cause Sirius to skeptically watch him dip a fry into the thick chocolate? Did it make them both laugh when Sirius tried it, made a face, and quickly switched back to ketchup?

Or maybe something had changed.

“You know, I always wanted to talk about games with you,” Remus said.

“Always?”

“You know. Before.” Remus brought the straw of his milkshake between his teeth. “I always wondered what you were thinking. Even when you were mean to me.”

Sirius groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Arrêt.”

Remus reached across the table and tried to pull his hands away. “I did! Sirius, don’t hide, come here.” He laughed when Sirius wouldn’t. “Sirius.”

Sirius let out an exaggerated sigh and pushed himself up from his side of the booth, only to slide into Remus’, arm along the back behind him and tight against his side.

“Wh…” Remus began.

Sirius leaned forward and stole the fry from Remus’ fingers with a short tug of his teeth. “You said come here.”

“That was my fry.”

“Too late.”

“Meanie.”

Sirius just made the sound that Remus associated with both him and Logan—a very Quebecois sort of tisk of disapproval (in Logan’s part, mostly jokingly aimed at Finn). Sirius’ arm slid from the booth to Remus’ shoulders and he kissed him. Remus tilted his chin up into it and let himself relax.

“Chocolate and potatoes?” Sirius asked as he dipped to kiss Remus’ jaw. “Really?”

“Sweet and salty,” Remus replied, trying not to let his eyes slip closed. They were in a diner.

“Weirdo.”

Remus hissed at a playful nip to his neck and Sirius pulled back. Sirius dragged his milkshake over to their side of the table and took a long sip. Remus could tell he was thinking. Remus had always been able to tell when he was thinking. Even when he hadn’t been able to figure out anything else about Sirius.

“Tell me,” Remus said.

“I wish I hadn’t broken that stick,” Sirius said quietly. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. “Re…”

“I know,” Remus said. “I know.”

Sirius let out a frustrated sound and rubbed at his eyes. “Merde…I don’t know what gets into me. Well, I do…”

They had both been expecting them, but as the clouds of loss edged back into their peripheral vision, Remus sighed. Sirius tightened his arm around Remus and tilted their heads together. Remus closed his eyes as they took each other’s weight.

“Julian said it best,” Sirius said. “I wanted this for you.”

“And you.”

Sirius pressed his lips together. “I—yes.”

Remus arched a brow, confused by the conflicted look on Sirius’ face. “What, what’s that look?”

Sirius sighed. He smiled, just a little. A bewildered sort of smile. He hooked his fingers into the plastic fry basket mindlessly, the greasy paper crinkling at his touch. His eyes went a little unfocused as he thought. Their blue-gray looked so fair in the diner’s light. “I keep wondering why I’m not as upset as I usually would be. I keep trying to, like…” He moved his free hand outward in a small sharp motion, palm forward. “Push myself towards being that upset. Which is insane. Why do I feel guilty for feeling slightly okay about this?”

“I…” Remus nodded slowly. “I get that. I do. Hey, but that’s good. It’s good you feel okay, you wouldn’t have been okay other years. That’s why I said you seem so calm I’m…I’m fucking proud of you for it.”

“Ouais. I guess…” His expression turned almost shy. “I guess me too.”

That made Remus smile.

“What I mean is…I’m gutted.” Sirius picked up a fry. “I want to throw something, I want a do-over…I want to be angry at Logan.” He tossed the fry back, turning to look at Remus. “But the thing that I keep thinking about isn’t the game. Isn’t the Cup. It’s you.”

Remus’ smile faltered. He looked down. “Yeah? Well… you keep catching yourself feeling guilty?” Sirius nodded. “Well, I keep catching myself thinking that this was it. That I’m finished.”

“You’re not. Re.” Sirius’ hand cupped his shoulder and Remus turned his head to look down at it. He could have drawn his scar in perfect alignment even while not being able to see it. Sirius’ fingers, over his shirt, traced it perfectly, too. He watched Sirius do it once, then twice. It was so much apart of him that even Sirius could map it into his skin.

“Loops.”

“You almost never call me that anymore.”

“Well, right now you’re my teammate as much as everything else and I’m telling you you’re going to get there.”

Remus smiled. He felt the waver in it and so did Sirius. “Telling me as my Captain?”

“As your Captain,” Sirius confirmed. His fingers traced the scar again. “As your friend and teammate who watched you…watched you take every part of your life back from Fenrir.”

Remus surprised himself with a laugh and tears springing to his eyes. “Fuck. I did, didn’t I?”

“Ouais.” Sirius kissed a tear away. “You fucking did.”

“Oh my God,” Remus whispered as the tears pressed harder at him. He tucked his face into Sirius’ neck and Sirius wrapped him up tight. His voice was warm and familiar in his ear.

“I’m telling you as all those things, and I’m telling you as someone who loves you more than anything. Ever.” Sirius’ hand spanned his back, rubbing gently. “D’accord. I think that was most of my English for tonight.”

Remus laughed tearfully again, and then let out a quiet sob, shoulders hitching. “I don’t know if I’m crying because I’m sad or relieved or what.”

“I don’t know either,” Sirius said. His voice held a teasing note. “But our waitress looks like she’s going to bring us free pie.”

Their next laughs were realer, and Remus pulled back. Sirius made a soft sound and thumbed away the tear tracks on Remus’ cheeks. Sirius still looked tired. The strain of the game was still there, but there was a happy, weightless flush to his cheeks that Remus had never seen before.

Sirius dipped a fry in his chocolate shake and held it out to Remus. “Sweet and salty night.”

Remus let Sirius feed him the chocolatey fry. Sirius dipped his own in ketchup and popped it into his mouth. Remus looked over his familiar profile. He’d seen it in shadows and bright lights…he would see him soon in the lake house’s sunset.

“Next year, mon loup,” Sirius said. “You and me. It’s not the end.”

Remus nodded and let Sirius tuck him back under his arm. “You and me.”

~

Logan was leaning against the side of the rooftop bar between Luke and Alex, listening to everyone swap stories and enjoying the warm wind on his back. It was good to be with Percy and Will again. He was glad now, basking in the New York night, that he hadn’t ruined this year for himself—at least not the entire year. He was glad he could stand here laughing with them about old times. The desperate fog of sadness from his first month still haunted him, but it was easier now. That was all he could hope for.

His rum and coke was sweet, but not as good as it was when Finn made it for him. The chicken wings on the table were spicy, but not as balanced as Leo’s. What had started with promises of a big, wild night had mellowed out quickly. It seemed like the team was content to simply be together, basking in the high of the win. Logan was basking with them. Just a little. Even when part of his heart, part of his mind, part of everything that was him, was at home with Leo and Finn.

It was close to three in the morning and Percy was in full form, joking with him about all the girls trying to get his attention. It was true—their group had been clocked the second they came in.

“I swear that’s the sixth one,” Percy sighed, looking over at the bar. “We’re just stars in your galaxy huh, Tremzy.”

“It’s the eyes. Nothing’s changed since college,” Will added. “Thank God Finn isn’t here.” Will had stayed out with them, which was rare. Usually he went home to his family before long. Logan was happy he was here. He’d always loved how loud his laugh was. It reminded him of Freshman year, hanging out in the kitchen of OKN house with Finn and Percy, watching Will cook the house dinner. He’d been such a good captain. The best, besides Sirius.

“What would happen if Finn was here?” Saint asked. He was standing at Luke’s side. Luke kept stealing sips of his whiskey—and narrowing his eyes playfully when Logan smiled at him.

“He, ah, sort of forgets what flirting is,” Logan explained and Alex nodded, pointing at Logan like it would enhance how true that was.

“I mean, maybe it’s more like he’s too good at it?” Percy offered.

Logan laughed. “He talks to everyone and it’s only when they ask him for his number after like, twenty minutes of talking—”

Alex laughed. “Then he’s like, oh no.”

Logan tried for a Finn accent. “Oh, shoot, sorry, I’m actually…”

Will threw his head back with that wonderful, infectious laugh. “Wait, that’s so dead on.”

Logan smiled. “But it was so so wonderful getting to know you! Those pictures you showed me of your dog—Man, they made my night.”

“All right,” Saint held up a hand. “I get it.”

“Yeah stop, it’s creepy now,” Alex said. “That’s scary good. Maybe better than mine.”

Luke scoffed. “Dude, you can’t have a Finn impression. You are a Finn impression.”

“Whoa, whoa.” Alex held up a hand. “If anything, Finn is an impression of moi.”

Logan smiled. He glanced at his phone. One new message, but from Noelle telling him he was coming to lunch tomorrow. It was late.

“Hey, hey,” Percy said, making Logan look up. “I know that look…Nu-uh. Not yet.”

Logan raised his eyebrows, smiling. “Perc.” He put on the Finn voice again. “C’mon, give me a break.”

Percy shuddered. “Okay, I didn’t mean to open this can of worms. This terrifying can of worms.”

“Perc, he beat his boys out today,” Will said. “If he wants to go home, let him.”

Percy put his hands against his chest. “But I haven’t even gotten to the best part of my day yet!”

“How could we ever guess,” Saint said flatly.

Percy winked at him. “Sebastian…Cassie Baker smiled at me today.”

Logan laughed and finished his drink. “Ouais, I’m out. You can moon over my ex-girlfriend without me.”

Alex finished off his drink, too. “I’m done, too. This was fun, boys.”

Percy spluttered. “What? It is young. The night. The earth—is young!”

“I have two boyfriends in my bed, warm and asleep,” Logan said, pushing up from the wall. “And my bed is usually very cold and very empty. So. This was fun. Goodbye.” He looked over at Luke, knocking him lightly in the shoulder as a way of saying goodnight. Luke jerked his chin in reply.

“Tremzy.” Percy actually pouted. “No, non, no.”

“Ouais, yeah, ouais,” Logan said. Percy grabbed onto his arm and made a show of putting most of his weight on Logan to keep him in place. Logan did nothing to help him and Percy began sliding towards the floor.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Will dragged Percy back to his feet with a fond shake of his head. “You’re so embarrassing.” he nodded to Alex and Logan. “You two have a good night. Don’t beat yourselves up too hard. It was a good game.”

“Yeah.” Alex sighed but nodded. “It was.” He looked up and called over to the bar. “A round for these guys, Hank!” He tussled Percy’s hair. “My parting gift, Perseus.”

Percy sent them a mournful look, but looked willing enough to accept the drink. “Fine.”

Even Saint cracked a smile.

“That really was a good Finn,” Alex said as Logan followed him down the stairs to the main restaurant and out the door. A breeze picked up on the dark street.

“Merci.” Logan shivered a little in his thin shirt. “Are you calling an Uber?”

Alex sent him an unimpressed look.

Logan sighed. “You’re walking, aren’t you?”

“What do you take me for?”

“Fuck,” Logan said, but followed him.

It was like walking with Finn—Logan didn’t have to think about directions or finding his way around. He knew they lived near each other but would have to split up at some point. Alex would tell him when they did. For now, the air felt good against his skin and the silence was gentle. Sometimes he still felt like he could hear the game in his head.

“Finn asked me once to try and take the shot for you if I could,” Alex said.

Logan wasn’t surprised. Alex touched his elbow briefly to get him to turn left.

“Luke offered me the same,” he said. “It…it is what it is.” But that wasn’t quite right. “Non. It fucking hurts.”

“I know,” Alex said. “I’ve had that with Kasey. You want to apologize when there’s nothing to be sorry for.”

Logan half nodded, half shook his head. “I don’t know. I wish I had gotten to see Le before we left. I thought he needed space. I thought I needed space…I guess we did. I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” Alex said.

“Adrenaline’s wearing off,” Logan said. “I miss him.”

“You’re walking home.”

“I know,” Logan said, eyes down. “But I miss him.”

Alex’s hand appeared on his back, rubbing gently.

“Is Kasey doing okay?” Logan asked.

Alex was quiet for a long time. When Logan looked over, he was frowning down at the ground and fiddling with the small, dark diamond he wore.

“Alex?”

Alex guided him right. The light was red but not a car was in sight. “It’s…really hard for me to tell right now actually.” He stepped up onto a low wall and balanced for a few steps before jumping off again. The temperature had dropped. Logan thought it felt like rain.

“You’re the one who told me to talk to Finn when I was worried about us,” Logan began carefully, and frowned when Alex sort of flinched. “You’re not the type to not take your own advice.”

“I don’t know,” Alex said. “Sometimes I am.”

Logan supposed that was true enough. No one always practiced what they preached. Logan watched their feet as they walked, waiting for Alex to say more. They had fallen into sync. They were quiet for a while again. Alex lead him straight, then left, the straight on again. Logan knocked their shoulders together at one point. Alex knocked back.

“I’m not…worried about us,” Alex said suddenly. “Exactly… I just wonder—I wonder if I’m…” He rubbed a tired hand across his face as they avoided a puddle at a curb. Logan was beginning to think this was about the wedding. He didn’t blame Alex if it was. If Leo and Finn suddenly decided to get married, he’d crawl out of his fucking skin.

“You should tell them,” Logan said softly. He realized he was replying to unsaid things, but if anyone might understand even a sliver of Alex’s situation, it was him.

Alex’s face tightened. “Tell them what?”

Logan thought for a moment. “Whatever you want. Whatever you need to.”

“What I need to?” Alex repeated. “What I need is to show them—show them that I…” Alex gave a sharp shake of his head. Just as suddenly, Alex switched topics. “Thanks for coming out tonight.”

Logan looked up at him. “Alex—”

“I hope—did I force you? I’m sorry, Tremz.”

“What? Non, non. I…I’m glad I came. Really, I am. But—”

“Okay,” Alex said. “Just checking.”

The streets turned to cobblestones and took on curves. There were still a few apartment glowing. Logan liked that. It felt like Gryffindor. There was always a light on. Finally, Alex stopped.

“You’re right,” Alex said. “I’m left.”

“Oh, I thought you were agreeing with me.” What he meant was you can talk to me. “Al, can I do anything?”

Alex smiled. It was a little tight, but he gave Logan a playful shove in the right direction. “No. Thanks, Tremz.”

Logan didn’t believe him, but he didn’t know how to push either.

They stood there in front of each other for a moment. Alex huffed out a laugh and hugged him hard. A hug Logan associated with Finn, with Finn’s parents. They both did the little shoulder pat that their mom hugged with, too. It made Logan smile.

“We’re gonna be okay,” Logan said.

“Yeah,” Alex replied, muffled by Logan’s shoulder.

When Logan had crossed the street, he turned. He felt like he hadn’t tried hard enough, and he’d already made that mistake once tonight with Leo.

“Mais—I’ll say one thing?”

“What’s up?” Alex nodded, waiting on the corner.

“What you said earlier,” Logan said. “In the locker room and just now. About showing them. That we can be both lovers and—” He almost said enemies. “Opponents.”

“The…oh. Yeah?”

“I think…I think I won a hockey game today,” Logan said. "And I love my boyfriend. If I had lost a hockey game, I would still love my boyfriend. When there are no more hockey games, I’ll still love Leo. And if someone, some fucking reporter wants to link those two things, then they can go to hell.”

Alex was shades of blue and silver across the narrow street.

Logan shifted, a little nervous now. “I don’t think…I don’t think we have to show anyone anything. If it’s okay for me to say…”

Logan thought of the hell this year had been. He thought of Leo, holding him when they’d found out he was going to New York. Leo, tumbling into their living room in the middle of the night when Logan had come home from All-Stars. Leo and his soft kisses in the bright hospital hallway while they waited to see if Finn was okay. None of that was a show. Leo might like to put on a performance on the ice for the fans, but everything else about him was instinct, real and pure. Logan admired that. He’d put up fronts for Finn for so long, fronts that he was still tearing down.

“You don’t have to show Kasey and Nat anything. Not, like, a happy face or that you’re okay. That’s not…” Logan shook his head. “That’s just a bad habit, Alex.”

Alex tilted his head up to look at the faint moon over the city. It wasn’t full, but it was getting there.

“Tremzy…” Alex said slowly. When he smiled, the moonlight lit up his face. “You know what?”

“Quoi?”

“You’re fucking right.” Alex put a hand to his chest. The necklace glinted between his fingers. “You’re so fucking right.”

Logan let out a breath. He smiled back. “Yeah? I don’t know if that made sense in English.”

“Yeah.” Alex’s voice cracked, his brown eyes were bright with tears, but when Logan made to step forward he waved him off.

“Well,” Alex said. “I’m going home now.”

There was a lot of relief in that word. So much that it made Logan smile and feel choked up, too. “Me too.”

Logan tried to open the door as quietly as possible, going slow and expecting darkness.

Only, the lamp above his couch was on, turned down to the dimmest setting, and Finn was looking at him from just below it. He was wearing his faded NASA t-shirt and sweatpants, socked feet crossed on top of a pillow. His sling was draped over the back of the couch, his arm resting easily atop another pillow which also propped his book up.

Sleeping against his chest, was Leo.

Logan wanted to crumble to his knees.

“Oh,” Logan mouthed. He kept perfectly still.

Finn folded the book closed silently. He had his glasses on. Hi, his soft eyes said, and then with a glance down at Leo and a palm on his back: Don’t worry, I’ve got him.

Logan set his keys into the bowl by the door as quietly as he could. Leo. He toed his shoes off. Leo. He walked over to the couch and knelt beside them.

“You are so bad at sneaking,” Finn whispered—so quiet. “Did you have a good time?”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered back. He settled a palm beside Finn’s on Leo’s back, eyes trained on his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful. Logan leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss over his t-shirt. He looked up at Finn so he could read his lips more than hear him. “Had a good walk with Alex.”

Finn’s eyebrows raised, surprised. “Oh? Alex…is very good to walk with.”

Logan nodded. He would tell Finn he was a little worried tomorrow.

“Is he okay?” Finn asked softly.

“He will be,” Logan said. He nodded towards Leo. “And ours?”

Finn rubbed a slow hand down Leo’s back with a sigh.

“Lo…”

So far, Leo hadn’t stirred, but at Finn’s touch Logan felt the change in his breathing. Logan could always tell when Leo was awake. Slowly, Leo’s eyes opened. His cheeks were flushed. He regarded Logan sleepily for a moment. Logan felt Leo’s muscles tense as he remembered.

“Hi,” Logan said softly. “Hi, Le.”

“You—” Leo began, but his voice was hoarse and he had to begin again. “You should be out celebrating.”

“I did,” Logan said. “But I want to be here. Merde, Le, I wanted to be here fucking hours ago, I…” Logan shook his head. He was upset with himself, more so than he’d allowed himself to realize earlier tonight. “I should have come and see you. Soleil, I didn’t know…I didn’t know if you’d want…God, I love you, what can I do? Is there anything?”

Tears filled Leo’s eyes. He gave his head a small shake.

“Okay,” Logan said. Was he allowed to reach out to him? Did Leo want that? “Okay…”

“I’m going home with my parents tomorrow for a couple days, Lo.”

Everything in Logan froze. He looked up at Finn, whose eyes told him that this was what he had been about to say.

“Quoi?” Logan breathed. All the tension came right back into him. The fizzy, heavy quiet drained right out of his head.

“Lo,” Finn said, slightly warning.

It knocked him off balance, sitting back on his knees, but Finn reached out and grabbed his hand. His brown eyes were firm, clouded with racing thoughts and emotions. Relax. Think. Wait. Finn’s fingers squeezed around his own. Think. His thumbs made slow tracks across Logan’s knuckles. It’s okay. Think about him. Think about why.

Slowly, slowly, Logan pulled himself back towards Leo, who was watching him with exhausted blue eyes.

Logan let out a breath, he squeezed Finn’s hand then dropped it and combed his fingers through Leo’s hair. “I…okay. Okay. Whatever you need, Soleil.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to see you play—”

“Shh,” Logan whispered. “Le. Leo. It’s not about me. I know I just—um. Freaked out for a second. I’m sorry. We’ve had enough of that this year, ouais?” He leaned down to kiss Leo’s temple. “Home is always good.”

Finn closed his eyes at that, tucking his nose into Leo’s hair. “He’s right, Le. I…he’s right.”

Leo’s first sob was quiet, just a hitch of his chest, but the second came out in a harsh breath. He turned his face towards Finn’s chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Logan felt Leo’s pain right in the center of his chest. “We love you. So much. Le…” Logan wrapped an arm around his back, and Leo reached out a hand to hold his.

“We do,” Finn whispered. “We’re right here.”

“Always,” Logan said. “And—Le, you played so well tonight.” Logan’s throat closed up and he had to pause before he could talk again. “And I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re so talented and this year has been shit. It’s been absolute shit, Le.”

“I really—love you, I just—I need…” Leo gave up trying to talk, just pressed closer to Finn.

“You don’t have to explain,” Finn said soothingly. “We understand.”

“Ouais.” Logan nodded. “I also would—would want Eloise’s chicken soup.” Logan wiped his eyes clear of tears so he could see Leo better. “Even with full spice.”

It startled a laugh out of Leo, crying and blocked-nosed as it was. “Full spice?”

“Ouais, I would. I swear it.”

“Me too,” Finn said. “It’d make me cry but me too.”

  Outside it started to rain. A crack of thunder and the force of the drops doubled. Logan didn’t realize he’d hardly looked up until the second clap of thunder.

“The storm,” Leo said.

“Can’t hear it,” Logan replied.

Leo took a few breathes, then picked up his head from Finn’s chest and looked at him.

“Hi, pillow.”

Finn laughed softly. “Very happy to be of service.”

“Didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep at all.” Leo pressed a kiss to Finn’s chin and groaned a little as he pushed himself into a sitting position, like he hadn’t moved in ages. He let out a long breath, rubbing at his eyes.

“I love you guys, too,” Leo said. He reached out for Logan. “The ice…Seeing you on the ice…”

Logan shook his head. “I know.” He pushed himself up onto the couch when Leo made free the space on his other side. Finn sat up and slipped his sling back over his head to cradle his arm. He sat facing them criss-crossed and Leo touched his face. Finn kissed his palm.

“Did you guys eat after the game?” Logan asked.

Leo shook his head. “Finn wanted to get me something but…I really just didn’t want anything.”

“You should have something,” Logan said, then he leaned forward for a quick kiss. “Wait.” This. This was something he could do. “Don’t move, either of you.”

Logan moved around in the yellow light of his kitchen with hard-fought for ease. He cracked eggs into a bowl. He poured a splash of milk in, the way Leo had taught him. In the pan, he kept the heat on low, turning the eggs slowly so their soft curl didn’t break. He turned the heat off while they were still just a little runny, slid them onto the toasts—which he had managed to time perfectly—to let them finish cooking while they melted in butter and a few passes of shaved cheddar. Four shakes of chili flakes. He went to the fridge and found the fresh mint that Leo had bought for him. He waited a moment for his kettle to boil, then clumped the mint into three mugs and poured the hot water over them. A little drizzle of honey in Leo’s, a big drizzle in his, none for Finn.

In the living room, Finn and Leo were dozing together. Outside, the sky lit up with lightning and both of their eyes opened. Leo held out his arm.

“You’re back.”

“Of course,” Logan said.

Leo looked over at Finn. “See?”

Finn shuffled Leo closer under his arm. “I do. I do.”

Logan braced himself, setting the tray of Leo’s eggs and the three teas down just in time for the thunder to make him flinch. Leo’s eyes were clearer now. He smiled when they saw the food.

“Aw, Lo…”

“It’s nothing like you can do,” he said. “But I love you.”

I love you, love you, love you.

He settled the plate on Leo’s lap and watched as he took a bite, humming as he chewed. He held out the toast for Finn. Another crack of thunder rang out, but Logan hardly heard. He was warm in one of those softly glowing apartments he’d seen from the street. The sun was going to rise soon and Leo and Finn were tucked close to him. Their faces were tear-streaked, noses still sniffling, and it wasn’t quite their summer. Not yet.

Outside it was raining and thundering, but inside it was beginning to feel to Logan like their storm was passing by.

#vaincre lumosinlove #coops #hockey au #finnlo #sunfish #lelo #o'knutzy

[allfryam]

mama’s boy

Bobby was an all star athlete at his high school. It was his senior year and he was captain of the football team. His perfect curly hair complemented his perfect face. And his perfect face just made his perfect body look even better. He was lean, with chiseled abs and toned muscles. He was perfect in every way. Nothing could ever change that.

one day at football practice, Bobby was d doing drills when one of his teammates tackled him from behind and landed on his foot. With a loud crunch, Bobby yelled as he looked down to see his leg was going in the wrong direction. He was rushed to the hospital and quickly X-rayed. “It’s a nasty break. Will definitely take at least 3-4 months to completely heal.” The doctor said. Bobby felt like his entire world just collapsed. “I don’t want you to do any physical activity for the next 3 months. That includes walking! I will have your teachers send you your work online so you can do it from home.” He said. Bobby’s mom nodded and drove him home.

Bobby laid in bed staring at his ceiling. His leg was resting on some pillows to give it elevation. “Can I get you anything sweetie?” Bobby’s mom asked. “Pizza. I’m starving”. He said. “Sure sweetie.” She said as she began to call dominos.

over the next few days. Bobby fell into a rhythm. He didn’t bother getting dressed anymore, so he laid in his underwear most days. He just laid there and watched movies or played on his computer. There was a small upside to this though. Bobby discovered his mom felt bad and would bring him anything he asked for. Whenever Bobby was hungry or thirsty, he would just say the magic word… “MOOOOOM” and she would rush in and ask him what he needed. She normally didn’t like him eating too much junk food, but under the circumstances, she let him eat anything. This didn’t come without consequences however.

after a couple weeks, Bobby’s mom had noticed something. When looking at Bobby’s stomach she had noticed his abs begin to slowly disappear. There was a bit of pudge growing on his midsection. “Sweetheart, maybe you should try to eat just a little bit healthier.” She said one day. “Mom! Are you calling me fat?! You are such an asshole! Bring me some donuts!” Bobby snapped back. Scared, Bobby’s mom ran off to pick up some donuts. Bobby looked down at his pudgy belly. He squeezed it and shook it a little. It jiggled. Hmm. Must just be a little water weight. He would work it off when he could play football again. Later he ate every last one of the dozen donuts his mom brought home.

after 3 months was up, Bobby was fatter than ever. His bit of pudge had grown into a ball hit that sat happily on top of him. A bit of fuzz had grown on his belly and his belly button had become deep. Bobby hardly noticed. After examining his leg, the doctor determined Bobby was ready to get back onto the football field. Bobby was ecstatic. His first day back at practice. All of his teammates slapped and grabbed Bobby’s gut. “Dude. How did you get so fat?” “That no exercise thing really took its toll on you huh?” “What’s up pudgy!” Bobby shrugged it off and tried to put on his jersey. He struggled with it for a minute until finally getting it the cover his gut. His tight pants hugged his thighs that were significantly bigger than the last time he wore them.

practice was awful. Bobby was slow, out of breath, and his stomach was in the way of everything. He laid in bed and called for his mom. “Mom bring me a pizza” he said. “Gut up and get it yourself.” She replied. “ your leg isn’t broken anymore.” Bobby huffed and waddled to the phone to buy a pizza. The next day at practice, Bobby had an idea. “Jake! Tackle me. Hard.” Bobby said. “You sure? I don’t want you gettin hurt again.” Jake said. “I’m fine. Just do it” Jake ran full speed and leaped onto Bobby. With another crunch, Bobby was back in bed with a broken leg. He smiled as he downed a cheeseburger in two bites.

#fat #fat belly #fatty #chubby #fat gut #fatty piggy #gaining #gaining fat #gaining weight #getting bigger #Football weight gain #cute belly

[herlondonboy]

High Infidelity

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x Wednesday Addams

Summary: chase two girls, lose The 1

Warnings: cheating, infidelity, Xavier gets slapped. lmk if there are any more

Word Count: 0.8k

You loved Xavier so much. More than he would ever know. He was the sunshine on your darkest days; the moonlight and the stars in the sky. He was just yours. But that all changed when Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore.

You went to his art shed only to discover that the locks had been changed. You knocked on the door and heard Xavier curse and rush around the small room. A couple minutes later, he unlocked the door and greeted you with messy hair. You noticed how his lips were slightly swollen, but ignored it as he invited you in.

“So, uh, what brings you here, y/n?” Xavier asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Can’t an Outcast come and see their boyfriend every now and again?” You joked, leaning up to kiss him. He smelt of death, the same scent the new girl smelt of. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies. We could watch that new horror film you want to see so bad.”

“Oh.” He mumbled, looking back. “I, uhm, I’m kind of busy at the moment. Maybe tomorrow?” He asked sheepishly.

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” You nodded. You went to walk away before turning to him. “And how come you changed the locks?”

“Oh, I just have a surprise for our anniversary next month.” Xavier shrugged nonchalantly and your smile dropped slightly.

“Okay, see you.” You waved. “Love you.”

“Fare thee well.” Xavier joked. You waited a second, but the words you wished to hear never came.

It had been like that for a while now. Ever since Wednesday Addams arrived, you became more of a friend than a partner. Long, late night walks became ‘Sorry, Wednesday needs my help.’ He’d let go of your hand whenever he saw Wednesday, wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ back whenever she was in earshot distance. It hurt.

This boy that would once bring you breakfast when you were sick; this boy that would once teach you how to draw simple things under the moonlight, gone. Gone into a fraction of the man he was. This act of high infidelity destroyed you.

Part of you longed for him to tell you the truth, you wanted to hear it from him, not from your peers that had been under the impression that the two of you had broken up. They had seen Xavier’s moves, the ones he made on Wednesday. Your heart broke when everyone came to console you. You had no idea what was going on, having had the flu and being bedridden. Enid, Wednesday’s roommate attacked you with a hug the first time she saw you that week. You awkwardly patted her back in confusion and she broke away to explain. Xavier had been seen kissing Wednesday under the moonlight in your spot.

That was a month ago. You figured that if he really cared, he would’ve tried harder to keep it a secret. He should know, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.

You were left doubting yourself. Did Wednesday have something that you don’t? Were you not as pretty as Wednesday? How could someone so in love with you just fall out of love like that? Did he ever even love you?

“I’m breaking up with you.” Xavier said. The date was April 29th. Your anniversary. He hadn’t shown up for your date and now here he was, breaking you with you. Who the hell does he think he is? “I… i think that you were manipulating me with your siren song and-"

You cut him off by punching his face. “You cheat on me for months and have the audacity to blame me?” You asked in shock, holding your pounding hand. Xavier looked shock. “Oh, you think I don’t know? You think that I don’t know that you kissed Wednesday in our spot under the moonlight? I built that place. I made the handles paintbrushes, not her. I said I love you there, not HER!” You yelled.

“y/n, calm down.” Xavier said quietly, looking at all of the eyes on you.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I am calm!” You exclaimed. “No, Xavier, I break up with you.” You then said.

“Am I interrupting something?” A monotone voice said, making you jump out of your skin.

Xavier looked distraught and you turned to see Wednesday Addams. “Yes.” You said, turning back to your boyfriend. “I love you. You are my sun and my moon and my stars. I can’t even find it in my heart to hate you.” Tears gathered in your eyes as you spoke your mind. “Did I do something? Am I not pretty enough? Not cool enough?”

“It’s not you, it’s me.” Xavier said. You wanted to call BS, but he continued. “I fell out if love with you and instead of telling you, I lead you on.”

“But why? When?” You had began crying.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I just know that when I saw Wednesday, I felt what I felt when we first started dating.”

I didn’t mean to hurt you. But you did. You did, you did.

#Taylor Swift inspired #kinda #high infidelity #midnights 3am edition #folklore #wednesday netflix #wednesday tim burton #wednesday the series #wednesday tv show #wednesday x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #wednesday x xavier #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Addams x Xavier Thorpe #elijah writes #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe fanfic

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𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 || 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: the ghostface killings are happening again, but this time it's on a whole other level

warnings: descriptions of violence, guns, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

words: 3923

a/n: sooo, i got bored and decided to give it a go at writing a series. this will follow the storyline of scream six and that means this will contain scream six spoilers so if you haven’t seen the movie yet don't read this, or do, if you want? :) 

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001. pumped up kicks - foster the people

‘But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you.’

“Oh shit, yes! Yes!-”

“Tara-” You groaned, looking up at the ceiling.

“I know.” Tara huffed, getting up from her spot on the bed.

She made her way to the door, slamming it open before shouting at her roommate, Quinn. A ‘sorry’ got sent back along with a ‘we’ll be quiet’ causing the two of you to voluntary eye roll, knowing that wasn’t true.

“You’re going to get so many noise complaints one day.” You chuckled, sitting up as you looked over at Tara, shutting the door behind her.

“Don’t.” Tara said, pointing a finger at you in an accusing way which made you laugh.

“At least she’s getting some.” You muttered, sending a condescending smirk to your best friend.

“Oh, I'm sorry you have such a high sex drive.” Tara replied sarcastically, sitting beside you.

“Only when you’re near.” You rebutted, causing Tara to grimace.

“Shut up.” Tara said, bumping her shoulder into yours, hands covering her face.

“I’m joking, I’m joking.” You laughed, holding your hands up in mock surrender.

“I don't know how I put up with you.” Tara mumbled, getting up from her position, opening up her wardrobe where her halloween costume was.

“You love me.” You said, dragging out the ‘o’ in love, a smile displayed on your face.

“I tolerate you.” Tara said, looking over her shoulder.

“I'll take that.” You shrugged, getting up as well and making your way next to Tara, taking your own halloween costume in hand.

“Chad and Mindy will be here soon so hurry up and get ready.” Tara said, beginning to take off her top.

“Jesus, a warning next time.” You exclaimed, slapping your hand over your eyes.

“We’ve known each other for years, stop being an idiot and get changed.” Tara sighed, shaking her head at your antics as she let a small smile grace her features.

“Yes boss.” You mumbled, sending a salute her way before getting into your costume.

The two of you were quick to get ready and before you knew it the doorbell rang. Chad and Mindy stood at the door, grins plastered on their faces as they hurried the two of you outside.

Tara told Quinn she would be back later and her response was ‘yes’ but you all quickly interpreted it as a moan. Rushing out of Tara's apartment, the four of you made your way onto the streets of New York.

As each of you continued your walk to the frat party, you were stopped by Jason wanting to talk to Tara.

You didn’t pay attention to their conversation, wanting to get some alcohol in your system as fast as possible. Tara bid her goodbyes, joining back up with you, continuing on the way to the party.

As soon as you stepped through the door to the party the smell of cheap booze and sweat overrides your senses. Making a beeline for the drinks table, you poured yourself a random concoction which was mostly alcohol.

After you were happy with your drink you mingled with a few other people. Chad went off and met up with Ethan and Mindy went off to see her girlfriend, Anika.

Not realising it, but you had left Tara when all she wanted was to be by your side. The younger Carpenter didn’t really enjoy larger crowds since the incident last year, always preferring to have you by her side.

Shoving and pushing through a mass amount of people, Tara made it to the drinks table, where you once were. She had a couple drinks herself, before going off to talk to some other people.

After having enough social interaction, deciding she needed more alcohol, Tara walked back over to the drinks table once again.

You had your eye on her the whole night, making sure she did nothing that she would regret in the morning and you soon realised that she was approached by someone, immediately recognising who the person was.

His name was Frankie and he had quite the reputation of being a fuckboy, never treating a woman respectfully and only wanting them for a good time.

Not liking the idea of where their conversation could go, you left the people you were with and made your way to her.

Drink still in hand, you watched as Frankie dragged Tara through the house. Anika tried to talk to Tara but she shrugged her off, continuing to follow Frankie, hand in hand as they walked towards the stairs.

Jaw clenching in anger, you pushed through more people making your way to Mindy and Anika.

“What the hell is Tara doing?” You asked, steam practically coming out of your ears as you gripped onto the red cup in your hand.

“By the looks of it, going to hook up with that guy.” Mindy said, an unpleasant look on her face.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, clenching your jaw, you quickly followed after Tara, placing your drink down on the way.

The two of them watched as you stormed away from them in hopes of catching up to Tara, knowing that they may need to get Chad.

They searched the house for Chad and they finally found him standing with Ethan. Anika quickly told him that he was needed and the three of them followed Mindy who was making her way after you.

“Hey dude!” You shouted, watching as Frankie and Tara stopped on the stairs, turning to face you. “How about you leave her alone, huh?”

“Sorry, I don't think I heard you clearly.” Frankie replied, a small smirk on his face.

“Tara’s good down here, don't you think?” You said, a little louder knowing he heard you perfectly fine the first time, nodding your head to the younger Carpenter.

“Hey, no, y/n, it's fine, I want to.” Tara said, stumbling down the stairs towards you.

She stood in front of you, swaying from side to side as she placed her hands on your shoulders. You shook your head, moving your eyes away from Tara for a split second and onto Frankie, which involuntarily made you clench your jaw.

“See, y/n, she wants to.” Frankie said in a mocking tone before turning back up the stairs where he took a hold of Tara’s arm and made her trip.

“How about you get your fucking hands off her.” You said through gritted teeth, pulling the boy away from Tara and down the stairs.

Frankie tumbled into the wall opposite the stairs but he quickly recovered and made his way towards you. Just as he was about to push you back, Chad stood in front of you and shoved Frankie.

Tara pulled you back towards her where she rested against your arm, desperately trying to get the boys to stop pushing and shoving each other.

“Guys, yeah hi, sorry to interrupt,” Sam said pulling Chad and Frankie apart before turning to Frankie, “I'm just gonna tase you in the balls real quick.”

Sam pulled out her taser and within a millisecond Frankie had doubled over and was writhing on the floor in pain.

“Don't ever lay hands on my sister.” Sam threatened, looking down at Frankie.

“You fucking bitch!” He spat out, clutching where Sam had just tased him.

Tara stumbled out of your arms and took a few steps in front of you. She swayed a little so you placed your hands on her waist, making sure that she wouldn't fall over.

“Sam, are you fucking kidding me?” Tara shouted, laying one of her hands over yours, steadying herself. “You’re stalking me now?”

Tara looked at her sister, letting out a scoff before making her way out of the house. She gripped your hand harder as she pulled you outside along with her.

The younger Carpenter rushed down the street, you following in tow, trying to keep up with her. For someone so short you were surprised how fast she could walk.

At multiple points along the way, you had tried to get her to stop and calm down but it was no use. That was until you jogged a little closer to her, taking her hand in yours and pulling her around so she was facing you.

You held both her hands in yours, resting them on her chest as it heaved up and down. Your bodies were close, almost touching.

Looking into her eyes you watched as hers darted everywhere else other than your face, her lips were slightly parted, breath fanning over you as she tried to calm herself down.

“Hey,” you said softly, “look at me.”

“Why would she- I can't-” Tara rambled breathlessly.

“Calm down.” You smiled, pulling her into you.

She wrapped her hands around your waist and buried her head in your chest. You held her tight against you, feeling as she slowly decreased her breathing, back to its normal state.

You parted slightly, holding her shoulders, watching as a few tears fell from her eyes. You raised a hand and your thumb gently swiped them away. For a moment it seemed as if it was only the two of you and nobody else. But that moment was ruined when you heard Sam call after Tara.

“Tara!” Sam shouted, walking up to you both as Chad, Mindy, Ethan and Anika followed behind her.

“I can not believe you did that, you embarrassed me.” Tara shouted, moving away from your grasp.

“That guy was a dick, he was going to take advantage of you.” Sam said, pointing back behind her, gesturing to Frankie.

“So?” Tara snapped.

“So?” Sam repeated, shock evident on her face.

“If I want to hook up with an asshole, that's my decision.” Tara exclaimed, pointing to herself. “It's my decision.”

“Okay.” Sam sighed, trying not to roll her eyes.

“It's not about you, I mean- you're out of my life for five years and now you can't leave me alone for five minutes.”

“Because you are not dealing with what happened to us.” Sam remarked. “Have you even gone to see the counsellor? Once?”

“No, I'm not going to.”

“Why not?”

“Because I'm uninterested in living in the past like you are.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Okay, Tara-” You tried, reaching for her but she just pushed you away.

“It means I'm not gonna let what happened to us for three days define the way I live the rest of my life.” Tara exclaimed, continuing the argument with her sister.

“So you're just gonna pretend it never happened?”

“What are you doing here, Sam?” Tara asked after a deep breath. “In New york? I mean you're working two shitty jobs and you help out or whatever but what's your plan?”

“I-” Sam stuttered, trying to think of something to say.

“I know what I am going to do, okay cause I'm gonna keep going to college and I'm gonna get my degree and I'm going to live my life.” Tara said, pointing to herself again. “My life!”

“Tara come on-” You tried again.

“Y/n, God! Shut up! You’re just like Sam! You both follow me and wont let me out of your sight.”

“Wha-? Hey, we’re just trying to look out for you.” You said, shocked that she snapped at you.

“I- I know, I know you both are but Sam, you can't do it for the rest of my life though. You have to let me go.”

“Hey!” Some random woman shouted, coming over to you all before she threw her drink over Sam. “Murderer!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sam questioned, pushing the girl into her friends causing you and Chad to quickly hold the older Carpenter back.

“Bitch.” The woman uttered, standing back on her feet.

“You got a problem with me?” Sam exclaimed, raising her arms in question.

“You guys should stay away from her, she knows what she did.” The woman said, pointing at Sam before walking away with her friends.

“I didn’t fucking do anything!” Sam shouted, trying to wring her shirt out.

“Okay, walk away Sam, walk away.” You said, gently pushing her away from the woman.

“I’m fine, y/n.” Sam sighed, looking up from her shirt and at Tara walking away from her again. “Go after Tara, before she breaks something in the apartment.”

“She didn’t mean anything she said, you know.” You smiled, trying to reassure her.

“Go.” Sam said, sending a small smile back and you gave her a nod before doing as told.

Once you finally made it back the door to Tara’s apartment was shut so you spent at least five minutes knocking on the door before someone heard and opened the door for you.

“Hey, where’s Tara?” You said just as Quinn opened the door.

“Oh! Uh- I think she wants to be left alone for a little while.” Quinn replied.

“Is she in her room?” You questioned, walking past her.

“Yeah but- y/n!” Quinn said trying to catch up to you before you got to Tara’s room but she was too late.

You opened Tara’s bedroom door and you were met with Chad and Tara leaning in for a kiss.

“Woah! Sorry!” You said, surprised, eyebrows raising in shock.

“Quinn!” Tara exclaimed, looking at the woman who was peaking over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry! I tried to keep them away!”

“You knew?” You asked incredulously, turning around to face Quinn who sent you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry.” Quinn winced.

“Unbelievable.” You muttered.

“What do you want, y/n?” Tara wondered, making you turn back to her.

“Oh uh- nothing.” You said, sending her a small smile as you rubbed the back of your neck. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

You backed out of her room, closing the door behind you but before it shut properly you heard Tara call out your name.

“Yeah?” You hummed, poking your head back in her room.

“Chad, could you give us a minute?” Tara questioned, turning to look at the boy beside her.

He gave her a nod with a small smile and left the room with Quinn, shutting the door behind him, leaving you and Tara together.

You stayed standing by the door, not really knowing what to do with yourself. You looked around Tara’s room but never looked at her.

Tara sighed and patted the space beside her on the bed, you obliged and sat down. Not knowing what to do you stayed quiet, playing with your fingers in your lap.

Tara instantly felt guilt creep up her, knowing that she was the reason for the tension between the two of you. She gingerly reached out her hand to touch yours but pulled back just before they could touch.

“I’m sorry.” Tara said quietly, it almost came out as a whisper. “I didn't mean to snap at you.”

“It's okay.” You smiled. “You were angry at Sam and I got in the middle of it.”

“Still-”

“It doesn't matter, it's all water under the bridge.”

“I may have told Sam to back away but I don't want you to.” Tara said, turning to face you.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You replied, taking Tara’s hand in yours. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank you, for not letting me go up those stairs.” Tara said quietly, resting her head on your shoulder.

“It’s no problem.” You smiled. “I doubt he’s very good in bed anyway.”

“True.” Tara snickered, thankful the two of you were back to normal.

“So you and Chad, huh?” You teased, knocking your elbow against Tara's side, causing her to remove her head from your shoulder.

“Oh, no, I don't like him like that.” Tara chuckled, causing you to cock your head to the side in confusion.

“But you were going to kiss?”

“No, he was just trying to get something out of my eye.”

Hearing Tara say that you felt the little green eyed monster crawl back to its hiding place and you let out a small sigh in relief.

You’d never tell Tara what you were feeling right now, especially since you’ve been friends since you were little. It wasn’t until after the events in Woodsboro where you started to develop feelings for her. Feelings that went a little more than friendship.

Unbeknownst to you, whilst you were caught up in your own head, in the other room Anika turned up the tv, showing the news.

Quinn ran back into your room and ushered you and Tara into the living room. Confused, you both followed her.

As you walked into the living room, you quickly noticed how everyone’s eyes were on the tv. Showing a man who was talking about how two university students were killed.

Looking to your left you caught Sam’s eye and you knew what was going to happen. You shook your head silently telling her to back down but she didn’t listen to you.

“Pack a bag, we leave in ten.” Sam said, before she walked off to the kitchen.

“Sam! Wait- Sam!” Tara called out as she followed her.

“We’re getting out of the city.”

“Sam! Hold on. Let's talk about this for a second!” Tara said. “Cause this might not have anything to do with us.”

“Are you serious?”

“It's a big city. It's halloween, everybody’s wearing masks.”

“Tara, this isn’t a coincidence.” Sam cut in. “You knew him.”

“Barely.”

“Chad, Mindy, y/n back me up.” Sam said, gesturing to the three of you, but you stayed quiet.

“I mean it is a little bit-” Chad started.

“Close to home.” Mindy finished off.

“See.”

“Quinn, your dads a cop, right?” Tara asked after a beat of silence. “Can you call him and find out what’s going on? Before you make the unilateral decision to abandon my college education and flee the fucking state.”

“I’m calling him now.” Quinn said, dialling her dads number.

“Thank you.” Tara said.

Suddenly Sam’s phone went off on the table causing everyone to turn their heads towards the sound, stopping in their tracks.

“Who is it?” Tara questioned.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asked, confused about the whole situation.

“You gotta keep up my dude.” Anika huffed, leaning closer to Mindy.

“Sam, my dad wants to talk to you.” Quinn said, passing her phone over.

“Mr Bailey, hi.” Sam said, pressing the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Sam. I was actually just about to call you.”

“My sister thinks I am properly overreacting.” Sam said, causing Tara to roll her eyes.

“Unfortunately you're not.”

“What do you mean? What's going on?” Sam questioned, eyes darting at everyone in the room.

“I'm afraid I need you to come down to the station.”

“I'll be there in a sec.” Sam replied before hanging up the phone and passing it back to Quinn.

“Wait what's going on?” You asked, standing beside Tara.

“I’ll be back soon, I just need to do something.” Sam said, not giving away what she was doing.

“Are you going to tell us anything or..?” You continued, watching as the older carpenter got her keys, phone and put on her coat.

“I won't be long.” Sam smiled before walking out of the apartment.

You huffed, throwing your hands up in the air, not realising that Tara was also putting on her coat.

“Tara, no-” You started, walking towards her, trying to stop her from walking out too.

“Stay here, I'll be fine. Sam will be with me the whole time.” Tara said, placing her hands on your chest and pushing you backwards. “I’ll be fine, trust me.”

“If I don't hear from you-”

“I know, you’ll come and find me.”

“Please be safe.”

“I will, I promise.”

Tara gave you one last smile before she left the apartment too. Due to both Sam and Tara leaving, Mindy, Chad, Anika and Ethan decided to leave too. After everyone had gone it was only you and Quinn in the apartment.

You told her you would wait in Tara’s room till she got back and you got a hum of acknowledgement from Quinn as she rummaged around in the fridge.

Sighing to yourself, you flopped onto Tara’s bed. Staring at the ceiling you tried not to fall asleep and just as you were about to drift off, your phone rang.

Thinking it was Tara, you immediately answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hello, y/n.”

Body tensing, you realised whose voice it was. You pushed yourself to the end of Tara’s bed, eyes scanning around the room for anything suspicious.

“What do you want?” You questioned, hand tightening around your phone.

“Two things actually.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“One, for everyone to know your secret-”

“My secret? What the hell do you mean by my secret?”

“And two, I want to see you suffer.” A chuckle passed through the phone.

“Well come and get me asshole! I’m right here.” You said through gritted teeth, raising an arm up beside yourself.

“Hmm, tempting. But I've got my eyes on someone else.”

“Spit it out then motherfucker!”

“Someone you seem quite fond of.”

The line disconnected and you felt your heart rate accelerate, practically beating out your chest. You threw your phone onto Tara’s bed, hands running through your hair.

“Fuck!” You shouted, quickly grabbing your phone, putting on your shoes and running out of the apartment.

Running down the flight of stairs you barged through the doors and onto the streets of New York. Your head snapped from side to side to try and find any sign of Tara.

Suddenly you heard a loud bang, one that sounded a lot like a gunshot. You ran in the direction that it came from and you were met with a corner shop.

Looking through the glass on the door you spotted someone wearing a ghostface costume, holding a shotgun as they looked around the store.

“Tara.” You whispered, watching as the ghostface’s head snapped to something of which you didn’t know.

Using that as an opportunity, you made your way into the store. Realising it may not have been your smartest idea, you quickly hid for cover.

Thinking of a plan in your head, you decided to move fast, hoping to distract the ghostface.

You rounded a shelf into another aisle where you came face to face with ghostface, luckily for you their back was turned and they walked away and into another aisle.

Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, you felt your body get a little lighter until you saw Sam and Tara crawling your way.

They stopped dead in their tracks once they saw you, shock evident on their faces.

“Get ready to run.” You mouthed to them and you put your hand up, stopping their protests. “Trust me.”

They gave you a nod and you made your way towards them, being as quiet as possible. You made sure the Carpenters were behind you when you made a small amount of noise, letting the ghostface know where you were.

Just as they stepped in front of you, in another aisle, you used all of your strength and along with Sam’s help, the two of you had pushed the shelf over and onto the ghostface.

A gunshot rang out and the three of you made your way out of the store. Police cars surrounded you and you felt Tara tug you closer to her so she could rest against your side.

As the three of you looked back at ghostface, they weren't there, only a ghostface mask on the floor with the back door swinging backwards and forwards.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter imagines #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega imagines #scream #scream 6 #scream vi

[jjkeverlast]

hiii

can I request sub!jk X fem!reader?

shy, nerdy jk and mean reader plss

write whatever you want as long as my baby is a subby baby plsss

thankuuuuu🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

ohh and maybe face slapping and nipple play (only if you feel comfortable and write this kind of stuff!!)

let me be good | jjk (m)

>> pairing camboy!jk x fem!reader

>> genre/au's camboy!au | best friends!au | college!au | smut | crack

>> summary a movie night between you and jungkook turns chaotic when you find out he's an active camboy.

>> word count 3.3k (i got carried away sorry) 🗿

>> warnings sub!jk | jungkook is a shy baby | jungkook has a praise kink | awkward mishaps | handjob | oral (f. receiving) | nipple play | mutual pining

>> author's note here you go anonie, i tried my best dhjkhfsd i can admit it was hard but, i hope u enjoy this filth!! thank you for requesting <333

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request. thank you.]

Jungkook completely forgot that you had plans tonight. Those plans are watching Iron Man 3. If Jungkook knew he would’ve never started a livestream. But he did, he had studied all day in his apartment while Taehyung was gone and he needed a release. 

So, he sat at his desk, turning on the livestream while he touched himself like he always did. He never showed his face, only from his lips and down. He stroked himself with zero shame, noticing the praise he got from the comments on how pretty he sounded, how pretty his cock is and it just kept riling up. 

Jungkook had a huge praise kink. He loved being told he was good at what he was doing which led him to know he was highly submissive, giving in to making his partners feel good. Or well, in this case his viewers. 

He was already bucking his hips, fucking himself in his fist while light whines escaped his lips, when his phone kept blowing up. 

Jungkook ignored it, too busy chasing his orgasm, but fuck he really should’ve because then he would’ve known you’re already on your way after dropping by the convenience store and buying snacks for your movie night. 

Instead, Jungkook came all over his cock and thighs, trying to catch his breath before he stopped the live to clean himself up. The minute he did, the doorbell rang. 

Jungkook jumped up, hurrying himself as he caught a glimpse of your messages telling him you’re a few minutes away. He internally facepalmed himself, but tried to keep calm to not give anything away when he finally had to open the door for you. 

So, when he changed, he strutted to the front door, greeting you with a small smile. 

You didn’t seem to notice anything, too excited to see the pretty face of Robert Downey Jr. on the big TV. Taehyung had bought it when Jungkook and him first moved in, insisting they would need it and it definitely came in handy. 

Therefore, Jungkook follows you to the living room, sitting calmly beside you while you scroll to find the film. 

Jungkook and you had become friends since the first semester of college. It was mostly due to Taehyung being a mutual friend but somehow, despite Jungkook being introverted and shy and you the complete opposite, you hit it right off the bat. 

It was mostly Marvel and Overwatch you talked about for hours, but Jungkook loved how someone seemed to share his interests. You had never made him feel bad for not being as talkative and social as you, which made Jungkook extremely comfortable in your presence. 

The connection between you two did lead to a tiny crush from Jungkook’s side. After all, he didn't know many people, and especially women so for you to be in his presence more often than Taehyung sparked that crush easily. He knew he never had a shot. How could he when so many spoke of you? Wanting to become a close friend of yours? He understood it. You were always so easy to talk to, helping out anyone that was in need and made everyone around you feel comfortable. You were definitely popular. Jungkook had told you multiple times but you always shrugged him off, saying it didn’t matter. 

“It’s weird seeing him after watching Infinity War.” You admit, catching Jungkook out of his thoughts. He hummed in agreement. 

Halfway through the film, you had already eaten half of the snacks when your phone pinged. You let the film roll, checking your phone while Jungkook reached for some more popcorn. 

“Shit. Jungkook, can I borrow your laptop? I forgot to send an important email to Namjoon.” You plea, eyes crinkling due to the sudden wave of stress you’re hit with. 

“Sure. Just remember to log out.” With that, you got up from the couch, walking to Jungkook’s room while he continued to watch the TV. 

It had gotten quiet, Jungkook wondering what’s taking so long so he got up, walking to his room when his whole body froze. 

There you were, standing still with your mouth hanging open, watching the open tab that Jungkook used for his streams. 

Fuck the fucking duck! 

“Oh! Jungkook… I—“ You were a stuttering mess, something Jungkook had never seen in those few years he’s gotten to know you. This was bad. This was the fucking worst. Jungkook began to internally panic, unsure what to say. Does he brush it off? Does he confront it? What the fuck does he do? This is the nightmare for every introvert that’s caught doing something that no one could ever guess that they did. 

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to explain anything. I should’ve just gone out of it and—“ You covered your face in your hands, panicking yourself while you moved your gaze from the computer to the floor of Jungkook’s bedroom. 

Jungkook still didn’t say anything. He had never been in such a situation. 

“I’ll just send that email and we can go back to Iron Man.” You smile gently, trying to ease down the awkwardness and overall embarrassment from the situation. 

Jungkook found himself nodding to your words, scrambling back to the couch while screaming internally. A bad habit he had caught ever since he was little was overthinking. So that’s what his mind did out of instinct. He thought of every possible scenario of what you could be thinking in this exact moment. 

How come he’s one of the smartest people from his class and let such a thing happen?! Everything could’ve been avoided if he just closed down the tab like a normal person and— 

Jungkook’s thoughts stopped running when you walked back to your seat on the couch. You smiled once more, going back to give your attention to the movie. Something was itching in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach. He wanted to say something, anything but he knew himself and that task seemed impossible. 

The movie was coming to an end and Jungkook’s brain kept nagging uncomfortably at him. He wasn’t even certain what would help in this situation. Talking about it seemed out of the question and Jungkook would probably not even be able to blurt out a reason behind him being an active camboy. Especially not in front of the girl he’s been crushing on for months. 

“Jungkook… should we talk about it? Or?” You were opening the window for a possibility to just talk it out and forget everything right after. Jungkook was still uncertain with what he needed at this very moment so instead, he shut his brain up and followed your lead.

“Maybe… I don’t know. I’m not good at… talking.” He hesitates. You turn your body towards him, trying to make him comfortable since everything just tumbled down like bricks on his head. 

“That’s okay, Jungkook.” You began fiddling with the blanket wrapped around you. “I guess I’ll start to make this easier. Well for starters, I’ll admit that the reason I got so flustered wasn’t because I found out you’re a camboy.” 

You sigh loudly, covering your face with his blanket when you mumble something. Jungkook isn’t able to hear anything, unsure if he should ask you to repeat yourself or not. 

Fuck it. 

“What?” 

You remove the blanket, “I got flustered because I’ve been watching your content, without knowing it’s you and now that I know I just—“ 

Jungkook chokes on his own spit by the confession. You? You watched his livestreams? No. There’s absolutely no way… 

“So yeah, that’s why I acted like I did and I’m so sorry. Fuck, actually should we just move on from this? Let this stay between us?” You seem to regret ever bringing this up, Jungkook figures because he hasn’t exactly responded to what you said. 

“No.” Jungkook says before thinking. 

Your lips seal shut, surprised to hear something from Jungkook. 

“I mean…” Jungkook coughs, feeling his throat turn dry. “I just never expected for you to watch my content and—“ It suddenly reminds Jungkook that you have seen him naked. You’ve seen him with his thighs spread, touching himself shamelessly while showering his cock and hands with his cum. Oh god Jungkook might actually just get up and put on his running shoes. 

“Yeah.” You mumble under your breath, afraid to look at him while you talk about such a topic. 

“You’ve seen me— fuck!” Jungkook groans, pulling his hood up from his hoodie, mind spiraling. 

“It’s okay Jungkook! Your content is amazing, don’t worry.” You say to make him feel better but immediately regret it because then you started to apologize. 

“Shit. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that—“ 

“Y-you think it’s good?” Jungkook doesn’t even know what he’s saying right now. Right now his brain is just focused on you calling his content amazing. You of all people think him touching himself is amazing. What the actual fuck?!

“It’s very good.” You seem less tense now, following his lead regarding the conversation. 

“What’s—“ Jungkook clears his throat. “What’s good about it?” Jungkook cringes at himself for asking such a question. He can’t even believe he let it slip. 

You seem surprised by the question, but it doesn’t seem to bother you to answer it. “You sound really pretty.” Jungkook had never expected for you to be this honest, this precise. It makes Jungkook feel all kinds of things and his body begins to grow hot. 

“Thank you.” Jungkook still can’t look you in the eyes. Needing a solid hour to process everything that has happened in the spawn of a few minutes. 

The conversation stops at that. You both go back to watching the last five minutes and when the credits start to roll you notify Jungkook that you’ll go home. Jungkook’s heart drops, feeling stupid for letting himself enjoy the earlier comment from you but you’re right, you should go home. Both of you need to clear your heads if you want to continue a healthy friendship and forget this ever happened. 

When you’re standing by the door, Jungkook gains the courage to give you a small smile. 

“Let’s just forget this happened, okay?” 

“Yeah.” Jungkook agrees even though a part of him doesn’t want to. He’s still uncertain why exactly. 

“Goodnight, Jungkook.” You say, reaching for the doorknob. 

“Goodnight.” 

Just as you open the door something kicks inside of Jungkook. 

“Wait.” He grabs your wrist. You turn, eyes popped open by his sudden action. 

“One more question, before we forget.” Jungkook needs to ask this, he can’t let you walk out without knowing. 

“Sure, go ahead.” You don’t move from his grasp and Jungkook notices. 

“When you found out, what was your first thought?” Jungkook’s curiosity peaked at the thought of you being gone for too long. Something must’ve slipped your mind right? 

You don’t respond immediately, taking some time to think which only kicks some uncomfortable nerves inside of Jungkook. 

“That I couldn’t believe the guy I was crushing on was also the one I got myself off too.” Jungkook doesn’t even have time to respond before you start to laugh, probably still in shock of what just happened. 

“Anyways.” You say to brush off the confession that you like Jungkook. 

Jungkook blames it on everything that has happened with what he does next. There’s no other explanation for it. 

He steps closer to you, letting your chests brush up against each other when he whispers, “I like you too.” 

You blink twice before you push yourself forward, kissing Jungkook. He notices how soft your lips feel for a second before you’re already pulling away. 

“Sorry— I shouldn’t have.” You don’t sound regretful, just in shock that you let yourself kiss him with no warning. 

Jungkook can’t exactly think, but there is one thing he wants. He wants to keep kissing you, so he does, pulling himself in again and letting his lips brush above yours before diving in. 

This time there’s a lot more movement. Your lips move in sync as your tongue probs itself in his mouth, teasing him. Jungkook tries not to moan at the taste of you, a taste he’s been aching for. You shift, letting your hands roam on Jungkook’s back as you clutch yourself tighter around his form. Jungkook gasps inside your mouth when he notices how close you are and how delicately you’re touching him. 

Jungkook gains the courage to put his hands on your waist, letting himself feel and admire your form. 

It’s not that Jungkook had expected it, but somehow the make out session had lead to you both dragging yourselves to his bedroom, eager to do more than just kissing. Jungkook is definitely not complaining and especially not when he gets to feel you straddle his lap, tucking at the ends of his t-shirt in desperation. 

This might likely be a dream, maybe Jungkook fell asleep on the couch after you left. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up in the next thirty seconds, drool on his pillowcase and you nowhere in sight. 

The moment you grind down your hips on Jungkook’s already hard cock is when Jungkook knows this is real. Yeah. This is definitely fucking real and you like him. You of all people, Jungkook swears he could float on a pink sky right now. 

Too focused on how good you feel on top of him, Jungkook doesn’t notice how worked up you’re getting by just a silly make out sesh. He’s fucking going crazy, too absorbed by feeling of your lips to do something. He just wants to be good for you. Wants to please you perfectly, make you feel so fucking good. 

“You wanna do this?” You ask, fiddling with the hem of his shirt while nibbling on your bottom lip. 

“Yeah.” Jungkook breathes out with no doubts. He can’t let this chance slip. 

With the confirmation, you take the chance to pull Jungkook’s shirt upwards. When the shirt lands on the ground, you push him down, kissing him on his neck. The feeling of your wet tongue circling on his soft skin causes Jungkook to moan. He stretches his neck out of reflex, letting you mark him as you please. 

“Fuck you sound even prettier in real life.” You mumble against his skin, moving further down. Jungkook grows goosebumps by the comment, a reminder that you’ve already heard him, seen him. 

Jungkook lifts his head, wanting to watch you roll your tongue all over him. It’s then that he catches you licking softly on his nipples. Jungkook whines by the contact, due to him being extremely sensitive. You take notice of how he reacts, continuing by sucking down as your other hand perks it in between your fingers. 

“Ah—“ Jungkook thinks he might cum in his pants if you continue. 

Instead, you move further down, trailing your mouth on his abs and abdomen. Jungkook supports himself on both elbows, never growing tired of the sight of you worshiping his body with your tongue. 

You don’t take your time, unbuckling his belt quickly, too eager to see his cock in real life, after watching it for months on camera. 

The expression of your face is unreal when you first catch a glimpse of it. Your mouth has dropped, eyes not blinking once. 

“Shit.” You grab a hold of the base, feeling the soft skin against your palm and Jungkook bucks into your hand out of instinct. You gasp by the sudden action, seeming to love how desperate he is. Jungkook almost felt shame for searching contact so fast but you seem to fucking love it. 

You move upwards, kissing him again while your hand begins to stroke him. Jungkook has trouble kissing back, overwhelmed by the feeling. His half parted lips are coated in your spit, flushed red. 

The slick sounds from your movements fill the room, along with the small tiny pants from Jungkook. You’re smirking against his lips, never stopping, squeezing by the tip whenever your hand moves upwards. 

“Wanna hear you, Jungkook.” You breathe out. Jungkook obeys, not holding back on his sweet sounds that you’ve grown to love. 

You cradle his face, admiring how his eyes are shut, mouth agape. Jungkook knows he probably looks fucked out already, and you’ve only touched him for a few minutes. 

While you continue to jerk him off, you move your mouth to his nipples again, playing and licking them. Jungkook shuffles beneath you, the sensation growing more. 

When you bite down on his bud, Jungkook arches his back whining uncontrollably. He knows he’s close and you’re not thinking of stopping, so Jungkook figures you’re expecting for him to finish all over your hand. 

“You’re doing so well baby. That’s it.” You guide him through his nearing orgasm, nuzzling your nose against his soft skin. 

The nickname sets something off in Jungkook, making him tense, letting out a panted out whine while you grip the base softly. Jungkook’s cock starts to twitch, a signal he’s close and you pick up the signal, going back to kissing him. 

Jungkook’s moans are muffled by your tongue, and before he knows it, his hips stutter, releasing all over your hand. You jerk him off slowly, letting him ride out his orgasm while you praise him for being so good. 

When he’s finally caught his breath again, you remove your hand, stuffing your fingers in your mouth, tasting him so shamelessly. 

Jungkook thinks he might get hard again by just seeing that. 

You don’t speak to one another, only embracing each other tightly. The moment makes Jungkook think back to his dumb decision from earlier. But then again, if he hadn’t been a bit stupid for once, he would’ve never had you in his arms at this very moment. 

It’s a win for him. 

But somehow, Jungkook wants to please you. He wants to make you feel good after you just did. So, he doesn’t say anything, hovering above you. “Wanna make you feel good. Can I?” 

You only nod, too stunned by how he still wants to do something more. 

Jungkook scrambles, reaching for your pants. You help him out, lifting your hips when Jungkook grabs the waistband. You both giggle when the end of your pants gets stuck by your ankle, Jungkook struggling to pull them off. When he finally manages, he begins to pepper your thighs with kisses, inching closer to your covered core. 

You hum in satisfaction, enjoying the small gestures from Jungkook. Jungkook is too eager to see you, noticing how there’s already a wet patch on your underwear. So, he pushes them to the side, landing his tongue flatly on you. It’s then that Jungkook hears you moan for the first time. You sound unreal. Jungkook tries not to let himself get affected, focusing solemnly on making you feel good instead. He dives deeper, his nose nudging on your clit while he covers your hole with his tongue. You’re soaked already, tasting like a fucking dream and Jungkook can’t seem to get enough. He’s inching his face as close as possible, wanting to taste you everywhere. 

You moan again, gripping his hair harshly as he continues. Jungkook can feel himself grow hard by hearing your pleased sounds, caused by him. Jungkook sucks and licks, determined to make you finish on his tongue. You buck your hips, chasing his mouth and the feeling of his tongue. Jungkook somehow wishes you would never cum, loving to hear you like this, so fucked out and breathless. 

When Jungkook sucks harshly on your clit, that’s when your back arches, coating his nose and mouth with your slick. Jungkook enjoys the feeling of you all over his face, so he doesn’t wipe it off, instead he moves upwards laying next to you. 

“Holy fucking shit.” You breathe out, chest heaving. Jungkook only hums in content, proud of himself for making you feel good. 

Now, it’s definitely a clear win. 

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

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[sejjiplinth]

sejanus and marcus truly have one of the most insane dynamics from the franchise, like i have never been this crushed over a story between two characters in my life. 😭

i was really expecting the movie to take advantage of their past, to bring that raw emotion to the screen. because even after a whole DECADE, sejanus still remembers and cherishes marcus for what he did for him when they were children. marcus helping sejanus with his hurt finger on his own, showing him kindness, never left him. sejanus never experienced that level of generosity in the capitol, i don’t think he was treated that way ever again.

it breaks me reading their scenes in the zoo and during the questionnaire, because sejanus so desperately wants to make amends with him. but marcus has made up his mind, he doesn’t say a word to him, he doesn’t trust him, and he never gives in. the plinth’s are despised in two, sejanus being his mentor won’t change that. sejanus bringing him food, and offering it to him multiple times won’t either. sejanus goes as far as to ask coriolanus to trade tributes because marcus being his tribute is taking that much of a toll on him, while he clarifies that it’d be terrible with anyone, it’s marcus that brings him so much emotional distress.

marcus’s torture being displayed as a message, but also to get under sejanus’s skin… dr. gaul teases him about marcus’s disappearance, (most-likely) knowing they’d already caught him. and looping back to the reaping, strabo buying the district two boy… done only to shove it in his face that he could never go back to two. sabotaging him with marcus seems to be a common theme.

when marcus dies, sejanus honors him. sacrificing himself just to do so. he’d planned to die in there with him, too. and if coriolanus hadn’t been sent in, it would’ve worked. when he agrees to leave with coriolanus, he doesn’t want to go without marcus’s body.

marcus, undeniably, had a very large role in sejanus’s actions, in his resistance, and once he was gone, sejanus doesn’t have a purpose to live anymore. he tells coriolanus in part three that after the arena, he had planned to end his own life, one of his reasonings being because of what happened to marcus. and that was not the first time he’s considered suicide over marcus’s fate, he feels that guilty over him.

sejanus still keeps pictures of marcus, takes the childhood class photo where marcus is standing behind him to district twelve. ma comments on how she knew marcus’s dismay “hit him hard”. coriolanus calling sejanus dramatic over going into the arena, and sejanus reacting as if coriolanus had slapped him across the face.

they met for the first time in district two, then again in the capitol, and eventually in death. just . MY GOD!!!!!!!

#can’t get them out of my head HEELLPPPP #typed all this at like 2am sorry for any mistakes lord #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #sejanus plinth #marcus tbosas #actually praying that they get some deleted scenes #the difference between their book and movie relationship….. sejjiplinth’s villain origin story…… #sejanus / marcus you will always be loved by me

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random (chaotic) dialogue starters.

* is that all you have to say?

* tell me you love me or something, don't just stand there!

* are you out of your fucking mind?

* it's truly a wonder that you're still alive.

* that's not my name.

* that's not my name and you know it.

* how many fingers am i holding up?

* i swear, it's my dog's fault.

* are you really going in there?

* that's how people get killed in horror movies, you know?

* if you die on me after everything i've done for you... i'll never forgive you.

* how could i ever forgive you?

* sometimes, everything shifts in the snap of a finger.

* stop yelling at me or i'll tell them!

* would it kill you to hold my hand every now and then?

* just squeeze my ass and tell me everything will be okay.

* you're all i need right now.

* you're finally here, so i can fucking sleep.

* i told you to turn your music down!

* you're not my parent!

* i didn't steal your boyfriend, he came with me willingly.

* it's taking everything in me not to slap you in the face right now.

* you know, people can hear you.

* do you ever think before you speak? you should try it.

* i'll change your life, if you let me.

* will you go buy me tampons or not?

* please, close the door on your way out.

* keep your hands to yourself.

* what do you think they were thinking about? you know, when they died?

* do you think they know?

* it's not my fault, it's 4am and you're fucking yelling at me!

* you're a shit friend.

* you're my best friend.

* you're my only friend.

* i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there.

* tell me the truth, at least once.

* did you really cheat?

* i don't wanna know the details.

* can i have some?

* i would kill for a nice glass of wine right now.

* you brought a knife to a gun fight, baby.

* you're so stupid it kinda turns me on.

* i want you to meet my parents.

#rp meme #rp starters #rp prompts #sentence starters #inbox meme #inbox starters #rp ask meme #starter prompt #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #askbox meme #askbox prompt #ask meme #sentence prompts #mine: prompts. #its 7am and i'm avoiding going to bed #these were the product of a v high morgan