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bambistan · 10 months

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CW: Suicide attempt/suicidal thoughts.

James was tired. He was more than tired. He was exhausted. He had no energy, and everything seemed absolutely meaningless. He really tried to just smile and be "happy," but he couldn't. Not this time.

As he made his way up the steps of the astronomy tower, he started having second thoughts, but then he caught a glimpse of a figure standing on the ledge and he just had to go on.

The person didn't notice him. They were anxiously shifting their weight on their feet and looking at the seemingly endless drop off the tower.

James didn't know what to do. He knew he should say something, but what? What if he accidentally spooked them and they fell? He'd never forgive himself and probably throw himself off right after them.

"What are you doing?" He settled for, but still not his favourite choice.

The figure, whose face was still covered in darkness, turned around quickly. They didn't say anything, just stared.

"You should probably get down from there," He says, "You could fall."

"Well spotted," the boy said in a snarky tone, yet he carried such sadness in his voice. Still, he doesn't get down.

"Alright then," James mutters as he climbs up next to him on the ledge.

"What are you doing?" The boy says hurriedly, sounding anxious.

"I thought we were gonna jump together?" James replies like it was obvious.

He reaches his hand out and grabs the other boys hand. It's small and his fingers are thin with somewhat long nails.

"Are you mad?" The boy almost shouts, yanking his hand away and jumping down to the safety of the towers floor.

He turns around, and that's when James finds out who it is. The stars illuminate his face, his porcelain skin almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Regulus," He breathes, surprised yet not at the same time .

James jumps down as well and notes the look of realisation on Regulus' face.

"Potter," Regulus says like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Which is true.

James stays silent for a minute. Searching his brain for a sentence that won't make the young boy angry or walk away.

"Do you... Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, internally praying that he doesn't get slapped. It would only affect his mood more, although at this moment, James didn't feel anything apart from the desire to help and protect Regulus.

Regulus looked offended, then confused, and then sad again. He sighed and looked at his feet, his shoulders slumped and cheeks wet with tears even though his eyes were dry.

"I don't know," he said, then cried because of how frustrating it all was. He wasn't supposed to get caught. He was supposed to jump and no one was supposed to know.

James stepped closer hesitantly. When the boy didn't back away, he wrapped his arms around him tightly. He felt the boys body relax then tense up again as it shook from his sobs.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know," He repeated into James' chest, "Everyone expects me to be perfect, to be the heir. They don't care what I want, they don't love me, everybody leaves me. I'm just so tired. I want it to stop, I need everything to stop. I just -" He cried harder and James tightened his grip.

"It's okay," he whispered into Regulus' hair, feeling his pain as though it transferred to him from his touch. "I've got you."

Regulus looked up at James and then cried even harder, burying his head back into his chest.

After a few more minutes of James whispering calming things into his ear, Regulus stopped crying. He didn't leave James' arms, though, and James didn't mind, so he just let him lay there anyways.

Regulus turned and looked up at him, "Would you really have jumped with me?" He questions.

"Nah, I wouldn't have let you jump in the first place," he shrugs, and Regulus just nods.

"Why were you up here anyways?" Regulus presses, and James breathes in deeply.

"Honestly?" Regulus hums. "I was going to do what you were doing."

Regulus quickly gets up and looks him in the eyes. James realises how much he misses the warmth.

"What? Why? You're, you're perfect Potter. You- I don't understand," He blurts out all at once.

James let's out a sad laugh, "I wish."

He pulls Regulus back in, and he doesn't object, which makes James a little bit happier.

"I'm fine," he starts, "I just get I these moods sometimes, it's hard to explain."

"Well, I suppose when you're publicly one of the most happiest people ever, then it only makes sense that privately you're the saddest," Regulus says matter-of-factly. James just hums and agrees.

"You can talk to me, you know? Whenever you want, I don't care," James says, pressing his nose into Regulus' hair and inhaling softly. He smells of lavender and milk.

Regulus doesn't say anything at first, and James fears that he's scared the boy away by trying to help, that is until he gently nods his head and whisper an "okay".

"You can tall to me too," Regulus states, and even if it's out of obligation, James is happy.

"So it's settled," James says, "we meet here when one of us has something on our minds."

"Yeah, okay."

And they did just that. Any time one or the other had something they needed to talk about, they would do so late at night in the astronomy tower in the arms of the other.

For months, this had been going on, and soon, James started to realise how strongly he felt for the other boy. He wanted more than just to protect him, he wanted him.

#i belive like to believe this is how jegulus starts #normally id just have james talk reg down off the ledge but i just watched All the Bright Places again #this is entirely unedited and written at 2am #sorry #dont ask why i always refer to regulus as “the boy”#i just do #regulus black #james potter #jegulus

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mrsprongs · 7 months

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"Studying"

Pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

Summary: Playful bickering leads to something a little more physical

Warnings: smutty smut smut, swearing, 2am unedited writing

“You’re so horrifically wrong” He glared at me as I accused him of having written an entire herbology essay consisting of complete and utter bullshit.

“You can’t seriously be that delusional that you truly think you’re right.” “I will go to the library right-” Mattheo silenced me, pressing his thumb against my lips to stop them from moving. Staring straight into his eyes, I opened my mouth slightly and wrapped it around his thumb, sucking at his finger. I watched as the heat in his eyes from the argument morphed into pure lust, darkening as he inserted his index and middle finger. I continued to suck unashamedly as he started to push his fingers deeper down my throat. I gagged around him and he smirked, cocking his head to the side. He slowly removed his fingers, pulling on my bottom lip gently. I smiled up innocently at him and I swear I heard him groan under his breath.

“You can go if you want.” I shrugged, flipping my book closed.

“Shut up.” He uttered, voice hoarse as he grabbed my jaw and pulled my lips against his. His calloused hand ran down my neck, then down over my chest and towards my waist, tugging me closer towards him. I planted both hands on his chest firmly and broke the kiss, glancing around the common room to see if the few stragglers hanging about were staring at the free show we just put on.

“Or….you could come with me back to my dorm.” I whispered, watching him swallow hard before nodding vigorously. Study equipment completely forgotten about, I encircled my hand around his wrist and tugged him behind me down the hallway and into my dorm.

Inside, with the door charmed shut, I was on top of Mattheo in a second. He was leaning against the headboard of my bed as I straddled his lap, my hands cupping his neck as our lips locked once more, slow and passionate. His lips left mine, instead sucking on my neck, my chest, my jaw, anything he could attach himself to. I opened my mouth to moan from the sensations but found myself unable to, Mattheo having shoved his fingers back into my mouth. Instinctively I began to suck again, his dick getting harder by the second. He looked up at me with lustful eyes as I continued shamelessly. My hand trailed down his torso, lingering over the hard muscles in his stomach, feeling them clench in response to my touch. He pulled his fingers out with a pop as I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it off him, exposing the work of art that was his abs. I dragged my fingers down his stomach again, this time using my nails and leaving red scratch marks behind, feeling myself get even wetter at the sight of them. He could tell by the look in my eyes that I had an idea; that I wanted something from him.

“What is it?” He asked, his hands now squeezing and kneading my breasts roughly. I leant down to whisper in his ear, practically shoving my tits in his face as I did so, reveling in the sound of his breath hitching slightly.

“I wanna ride your abs.” I tugged at the locks of hair on the nape of his neck, pulling his head back and watching his pupils widen. In an instance we were both completely undressed and I was positioned above him, allowing him to lean back lazily, arms crossed behind his head as he simply enjoyed the view. I whimpered as I slowly dragged my sopping pussy up and down his rigid muscles, every divet and edge grazing my clit in a toe-curling sensation. My hands grasped at his shoulders, steadying myself as I continued. He moved to hold my waist, guiding me and, leant up against the pillows, his lips curved up into a crooked smirk as I moaned his name desperately. His hands kept me from speeding up, forcing me to maintain a brutally slow pace. His torso was slick and his dick ridiculously hard from the sight in front of him; the stuff of his wet dreams.

“Theo” I choked out, pressing my pussy harder against his rock-solid stomach, my breath hitching at the friction.

“So fuckin’ pretty” He groaned, staring at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world. Usually I would have blushed and looked away, but I was so fucked out I couldn’t give a crap. My nails were digging into his skin, marking him with a row of crescent moon indents, another thing that got him really going.

“Oh my god, theo, I’m so close” I cried out as he finally let me go faster. I clenched around nothing as I continued to ride his body, using him to get myself off. He bit his bottom lip, cheeks flushed as he started to moan too. His left hand deserted my waist and desperately gripped on to his own dick, pumping quickly as he jerked off to the sight and feel of me riding his abs.

“Oh fuck Y/N.” He groaned just as my core spasmed and I came all over his skin, continuing to slowly rock myself back and forth on him. He moved his other hand to my tit and squeezed harshly as he moaned loudly, cum shooting out. I leant down to kiss him, both of us still moving in time with one another and coming down from our highs.

“You’re still wrong though.” I giggled into his neck.

“Get up, we’re going to the library.”

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mid-weast · 3 years

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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