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aesthetic-babyyy · 6 months

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Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking

Word count// 1400

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You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar

“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle

You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes

“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters

“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded

Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”

Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes

Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone

sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him

You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away

Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt

When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”

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runesandramblings · 11 months

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I Just Want You

Word Count: 1400

Pairings: Fili x reader

Warnings: None

Description: Royal wedding plans begin to take their toll, but there's only one thing you require to make the day perfect.

Requested by anon so I don't have a way to tag you I'm sorry! But I hope you enjoy. 😇

“What do you think, nâtha? The lilies or the orchids?”

You buried your face in your hands. The pounding against your temples, something that had become a familiar sensation as of late, began to worsen as you tried to piece together any coherent sentence. There were only three words that came to mind, the same three words you’d uttered countless times over the past several weeks.

“I don’t know.”

The joy of yours and Fili’s engagement had subsided the moment you’d broken the news to your families. With FIli being the crown prince and heir, there was no way Dis and your mother would let it be a simple affair. Invitations had already been sent out to every corner of Middle Earth, and you’d been occupied from sunup to sundown every day with planning. The dress, the flowers, the food…

You were from a simple merchant family. The pomp and ceremony of royalty made no sense to you. Where you’d grown up, weddings were a simple affair. Most couples in your small village chose to elope rather than go through the bother of an elaborate ceremony. You’d have been more than happy to do the same. However, your mother and future mother in law had both been quick to dismiss the idea.

“It’s no matter, dear. We have time to decide.” Your mother pulled several small scraps of fabric, ranging from the purest snow white to the creamier shades of ivory. She laid them out against the table and gestured to each. “Which color do you think for the dress? We’ve got to begin sewing soon if it will be ready in time.”

Before you had the chance to respond, Dis laid out several different styles of gold and silver fabric beside the scraps your mother had laid down.

“And what of the trim? You’ve got to decide if you prefer gold accents or silver. But I do suppose that would have an effect on the choice of flowers…” She trailed off, lost in her own world of thought.

You could feel your pulse radiating against your temples as the migraine that had been forming worsened. This was the issue exactly. It wasn’t just selecting a dress. It was selecting a type of fabric, a trim, lace… And that had to coordinate with the flowers or else…

Or else what, exactly? Would the world cease to exist if the flowers and trim didn’t go together? Would Mahal himself descend from the sky if the food and the wine didn’t pair perfectly?

You looked from where you sat at the head of the long, carved wood table to the opposite end. Fili sat on his own, silently working through a stack of parchments Thorin had given him. He hadn’t been overly involved in the plans, as your mothers had taken over almost immediately. But you’d expressed to him how stressful the process had been, and he’d decided to come sit with you for moral support. He met your gaze and gave you a gentle smile. It sent butterflies through your stomach, as it always did. He was all you needed, truly. You could get married in the same, tattered old dress he’d met you in carrying a bouquet of wildflowers for all you cared. As long as he was there, it was all you required.

“(Y/N)?”

Your mother’s voice brought you back to the less desirable reality. She and Dis were both staring at you expectantly, the colored swatches of cloth still spread out across the table in front of you.

“Silver or gold-”

“First, she has to decide on a shade of white. Which shade do you prefer, (Y/N)?”

“Well it might help to decide on the accent first, then she can pick a white that goes with that.”

As Dis and your mother began speaking over each other you buried your face in your hands once again. The pounding against your temples became rhythmic, a steady thump that seemed to grow louder and louder as their voices overlapped. You felt as though you might go mad if the pounding and the questions didn't stop soon.

“(Y/N)-” Dis started.

“I don’t know!” You cried again, finally raising your head to look at the two of them. “I don’t know, okay? And I don’t care. Just pick a color. Whatever you both want.”

You flung yourself back in the chair, crossing your arms over your chest. It was unlike you to have such an outburst, but you were exhausted. There were too many questions, too many decisions. You’d be more than happy for them to make the choices and just tell you when and where to show up on the day of.

“And what do you want, amrâlimê?”

The three of you turned your attention to the end of the table as Fili piped up. He’d laid his parchments to the side. His eyes were not on either of your mothers, but on you. You could see the genuine concern etched in the lines that furrowed between his brows. He knew the planning had begun to take a toll, and now he was able to see the full amount of stress that you were under.

You felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes.

“I just want you.” You said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your mothers exchanged shameful glances across the table, finally seeming to realize just how much they’d piled on you at once. FIli’s expression softened as he continued to look at you, his eyes never breaking away to look at anyone else in the room.

“Could you leave us for a moment?” He asked.

Dis and your mother stood silently, collecting the fabric and other wedding items they’d strewn across the table. You felt Dis place a hand apologetically on your shoulder as she followed your mother from the room.

Once they’d gone Fili’s smile widened. He extended his hand to you, gesturing for you to come join him at the end of the table. You stood and quickly walked around to where he sat. Once you were within his arm’s reach he grabbed you, pulling you down by your waist and plopping you into his lap. As soon as your legs touched his he stretched his face up to your neck, peppering light kisses up and down your collarbones. You giggled as his mustache braids tickled the exposed skin of your neck, his lips working their way up to plant kisses along your cheeks. He finally found your mouth and pressed his delicately against yours, making it the gentlest and sweetest kiss of them all.

You felt a contented sigh escape your lips as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You rested your chin on top of his head as your fingers began to slowly brush through his hair, careful as always not to disturb his perfectly placed braids. The feeling of his arms wrapped snugly around your waist had already alleviated the nervous pit in your stomach, and you wondered how it could have only been moments ago that you were stressed to the point of breaking down in tears. He was your safe place, your calm within the storm.

“We don’t have to make it into a spectacle, you know.” He murmured into the collar of your dress. “It can just be the two of us, whenever and wherever you want.”

“We can’t.” You said, wistfully. If only it were that simple.

“And who says so?”

“You’re the prince-”

“To hell with that.” He said, pulling back just enough to look up at you. “Thorin’s already given his blessing for us to skip the whole affair.”

“But our mothers-”

“To hell with them too.” His expression quickly changed from confidence to one of fear as he looked over his shoulder. “Don’t tell them I said that.”

You giggled again, pulling him closer to you as he nuzzled his face into your neck once more.

“Amrâlimê, I will go get Balin right now and have him perform the ceremony in this very room.” He continued. “I don’t need the flowers or the food or the party. I just want you, too.”

You pulled back again, just enough to look down into his eyes. He was smiling up at you, his eyes sparkling with the same joy as they had the first day you met. He was all you needed, now and forever.

“I think that sounds absolutely perfect.” You said, brushing back a few loosened strands of his golden hair. “On one condition.”

He looked at you expectantly as you continued.

“You have to tell our mothers.”

nâtha - daughter

amrâlimê - my love

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 3 months

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Tread Carefully ~ S.S.

Request: “Stiles x male reader, reader getting hurt trying to protect stiles from a werewolf” by anon

Word Count: 1400+

MASTERLIST

Stiles had been harboring a crush on Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. Even longer than Scott had known about it; and that was ages. So when he actually became friends with her, he'd thought he'd had a chance.

And then she'd dated Allison.

If he was honest, Stiles really hadn't ever considered that before. I mean yeah, he knew about queer people. But every time he brought it up, people had brushed it off and dismissed it. Stiles especially just wasn't - according to everyone. So he had never thought about it, until his old crush became one of his best friends and then she was taking about it all the time. Telling him about how happy she was, and when he asked, about how she'd realized she was into women. And suddenly he realized something he'd never considered before: he'd one hundred percent had a crush on Scott when they were kids.

He didn't tell anyone for a long time. Well, anyone but Lydia. She was a fantastic confidante and an even better secret keeper. And she was good at keeping Stiles' sexuality a secret... until he developed a crush on her brother.

Y/n Martin was very different than his sister. They were a unit, they always had been, but where Lydia leaned into expectation to make herself popular and as perfect as possible, Y/n had leaned away from it. He didn't have a lot of friends, outside of the kids in the programming club, and some people he'd met over the internet. He was the type that knew high school was stupid, and thought that made him a little bit cooler than everyone else.

Stiles thought he was awesome. Y/n was putting as little effort into school as possible, focused less on college and more on learning to program and prepping himself to just do that forever. He was smart, which meant he knew that school didn't actually teach you anything you needed to know - as long as you knew what you were heading into. He often talked Lydia's ear off about how school was just preparing you to be part of the machine of society, and rolled his eyes when Lydia tried to get him into a "better outfit" or take him shopping.

But that was actually why Stiles liked him. They had math together, and Y/n made jokes under his breath and talked about how stupid it all was, and then leaned over and gave him pointers and help with the work in a way he could actually understand. He never ran out of patience and didn't find Stiles' burst of energy or hard time focusing or burn out annoying. He encouraged Stiles and hyped him up and when he did a good job and Y/n was leaning over his shoulder grinning at him, whispering compliments to him and joking about having to reward him one of these days, Stiles couldn't help but think that all he wanted in that moment was to kiss him.

Lydia picked up on it too fast. She was at first a little hesitant, making Stiles promise this wasn't about her, because her brother deserved better than being a replacement, but Stiles promised that wasn't it. And he proved it too, even if the pining looked the same. He talked to Y/n and became friends with him and fought against werewolves and other big-bads, and they bonded over being the only two just-humans on the team, but Stiles never reached out to him to tell him how he felt. Stiles didn't want anything from Y/n that he didn't want to offer; which was sweet except Lydia wanted to see her best friend and her brother happy.

So what was she to do except play match maker?

Her butting in was helping, too. Y/n was telling her all the time now about how he liked Stiles, how well they got along, all the stuff they were doing together. About his eyes and his smile and his laugh and how brave he was. About how they made so many plans together and learned to trust each other. About how nice his voice was, and how they studied together and often fell asleep late into the night and woke up next to each other.

And yet... it took Y/n almost dying for either of them to do anything about it.

It was a shit storm like all the others they had to live through. A battle, injuries all around, and Stiles and Y/n trying to find each other because this time they'd gotten separated. It was never good when those two got separated, they were both idiots.

Something that showed more than ever when Y/n rushed into the room, saw Stiles being cornered by a werewolf, and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a faceless beast at this point, mind controlled by a spell that a witch had cast. She was making their lives hell, and this was only the most recent of poor bastards that had been mind controlled and sent their way. The only way to break the spell was to find the object that mattered to them most and destroy it. This worked because the witch had to cast the spell on such an object, and destroying it broke the spell. But she was aware of this, so she often sent her subjects after whoever found or had the object at the moment.

And right now, that person was Y/n.

So the werewolf turned, getting on all fours and shooting after the teenager, who's eyes went wide as he turned sharply and began barreling down the hallway as quickly as he could. It was a ploy to save Stiles' life, and it was a good one, but it couldn't last forever. The werewolf swiped at him, sending him flying one way and the thing he was carrying flying the other way. Derek arrived that moment, having been tied up before, and managed to fight the creature off while Stiles scrambled onto the scene and burned the object.

It was over.

But the damage had been done.

The pack brought them to Deaton, who immediately launched into stitching the poor boy up and lathering something on him to fight infection and help him heal faster. Then they were all left to simply wait and hope Y/n would wake up. He still had a heartbeat, but shock had hit his system and he still might not make it. A lot of blood lost, a really bad concussion...

Stiles of course never left Y/n's side. Y/n woke up to the boy asleep on his little make shift hospital bed, head on Y/n's leg, holding his hand. Y/n smiled, exhausted and sore and feeling like shit, but unable to deny that Stiles still looked adorable when he was asleep. Y/n ran his hand through Stiles' hair and the boy jolted up. "Oh." He blinked sleep out of his eyes, rubbing his face and shaking his head to clear it. "Hey."

Y/n laughed. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Y/n joked. His voice croaked from disuse and he flinched. "Jesus I sound like I died."

Stiles' smile withered. "You almost did."

There was silence at that. They couldn't meet each others' eyes, couldn't pass that stiffness and awkwardness. Neither of the boys were good with silence and always tried to scramble to crack jokes or entertain or cheer up, but Stiles' bluntness had shattered that. And it was kind of nice. Vulnerable.

"Stiles," Y/n began. "I... liked you." He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Like, really really like you. And I know it might ruin everything, and I don't want you to say you like me back because I almost died. I don't even need you to say anything right now, just, know I like you. And everyone knows you've always liked my sister but-"

At that, Stiles broke. He caught Y/n's face between his hand and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed, smiling into it, and all the unspoken things seemed to be understood without any of the words needing to be said. They often communicated like this, with just an understanding, and no need for specifics or long rants. Leaning their foreheads together, Stiles still did say one thing. "I like you too." They both laughed, and all the tension melted away from both of them.

"Maybe next time you two need to talk about your feelings, one of you doesn't need to die for it?" Lydia sassed from the doorway. The boys parted, blushing, as she tackled her brother in a hug. But all of them laughed, and for now all of them were okay, and that... that could be enough. After all, they still had a witch to kill.

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elliaze · 8 months

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Taste of desire

Parring: Jake Lockley x fem!reader, mentioned Steven Grant x fem!reader and Marc Spector x fem!reader (but in like one sentence only, so it's mainly Jake x reder)

Warnings: smut, rough sex, creampie, sex in public place, both Jake and reader are crazy about each other, but they are so in love, this is my first time writing a smut so probably this is also a warning

Summary: Y/N and Jake are in the club.

Words Count: 1400

MASTERLST

Evening’s with Jake had their regular moments. First he would take you to your favourite restaurant, then you would end up at a nearby club to unwind after a long day. Mostly it ended with one or two drinks and a few dances, but you noticed that tonight was going to be different.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously, glancing at Jake.

He was sitting next to you, sprawled out on a couch in one of the boxes you had managed to occupy. Jake put his hand on your uncovered knee and there would have been nothing strange about that, as he had held it almost all this time, showing that you were taken. This time, however, his hand slowly headed up the inside of your thigh, making you shiver.

“ I have no idea what you're talking about, hermosa.”

You rolled your eyes. Sometimes you forget what a cunning bastard Jake could be. Lockley actually acted as if he didn't know what was going on and was quietly drinking his whisky. You knew him too well and knew that it was just his game, which he mostly won, because at the end of the day you would let him do anything he likes to do to you. Just like now, when you felt getting hot at the thought of what state he could bring you to again.

“Jake” you said his name with warning as you felt his hand travel higher. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him between your legs, but you still managed to feel the heat coming from him. Something tightened in your stomach at the fact that he was only inches away from touching you where you needed it. You looked around to see if anyone had noticed that his hand was under your skirt, and you breathed a sigh of relief when you noticed that everyone was busy with their own. “We're in a public place. This is not funny.”

Lockley tsked in satisfaction. He slid his hand out from under your skirt and for a moment you hoped you might have talked some sense into him, but then he grabbed you around the waist and moved into his lap. He put his hands on your hips, not letting you move anywhere. There was a devious smile on his face, and you could see that dangerous glint in his dark eyes. Jake leaned over you and placed a hot kiss on your neck. As hard as you wanted to fight it, you couldn't ignore the fact that this alone made you feel yourself getting wet. You moaned softly and tightened your fingers on his shoulders. You knew by now that you were at a loss.

“Fuck you, Lockley,” you whispered directly into his mouth, moving your hips back and forth. Jake was unpredictable, but you weren't going to let him be the only one to torment. He only laughed, as if he had heard the best joke.

“That's my intention, querida, but only with you. That's why you have two options,” he said, bringing his lips close to your ear. “I can take you right now, right here, where everyone can see us. Or you can be a good girl, and we'll go to the bathroom, because you look too sexy for me to wait until we get home.”

You drew a loud breath as he gently bit the lobe of your ear. You had forgotten about the world around you, and he could actually fulfil the first option. But you still had some sense, and all you could do was clasp his face in your hands, and kiss him hard, showing that you were agreeing to whatever he was thinking about.

“The bathroom,” you whispered.

Jake set you on the ground and you could feel your legs go weak under you. This was to be the first time he had acted this way towards you in public. He had teased you, and made you blush, but you had always been able to wait until you got home. This time, the journey in the car would be too long, and you needed to feel his touch and kisses on your body.

“That's what I thought,” he spoke up slyly.

Lockley threw his arm over your shoulder and, paying no attention to whether anyone was watching you, led you into the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door, you had the feeling that some wild animal had entered him. He kissed you immediately, and the kiss almost left you breathless. You moaned protractedly as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He pushed you towards the washbasin against which he leaned you, and you widened your legs, allowing him to stand between them. He was so close to you that you could feel his bulge in his trousers growing larger.

“I swear you're going to drive me to death one day,” he said between kisses.

Jake reached one hand up and placed it on your throat, squeezing gently. He didn't hurt you in any way, but it only made you want more. You could feel his familiar touch on your body, which was causing you to lose your mind completely, and that was all that mattered to you. Everything he was doing was not enough for you. You craved more and more.

“Jake…”

“Don't worry, princesa. I'll make you feel like you're in heaven.”

You believed him, because he was able to do it every time. Whenever he touched you in this way, you felt like he was discovering some new place that you had no idea of, where his touch could give you such pleasure. Jake sat you down on the sink and pulled your skirt up to your hips. He moved you to the edge of the counter so that your body bent at an unnatural angle, and you moaned into his mouth when you felt his other hand land between your legs. He slipped his fingers under your underwear and as he ran his fingers over your clit, you heard him curse under his breath.

“I haven't even done anything yet, and already you're wet for me. This is all just for me, isn't it?”

“Just for you,” you said and pushed your hips forward, impatient with the fact that he kept teasing you. “Only for you, Jake.”

You kissed his neck and slipped your hands under his shirt, immediately directing them to his back. You ran fingernails over his skin, and he growled at the small gesture.

“That's right, that's my name, baby. And you will be screaming it so that everyone who walks by will hear you and know who's giving you so much pleasure.”

Without warning, Jake slipped two fingers into you at once. You cursed loudly and leaned your head against the mirror behind you. You were breathing heavily, and your chest was rising and falling at an irregular rate. You were on the verge of euphoria, and Lockley only smiled to himself with satisfaction at seeing you in such a state. He leaned over you and, still exploring your delicate insides, began to descend lower and lower with his kisses. He started from a place behind the ear, down your throat and neck, on to your breasts and chest, which were hidden under the material of your dress. He placed a kiss just above your most sensitive spot, until finally he grabbed your underwear and pulled at it.

All you could hear was the crack of the material, and that sobered you for a moment.

“Did you…just…destroy my underwear?” You asked, struggling to form the words into a question.

Jake just laughed and lifted his hand, which contained the torn fabric.

“I'll buy you a new and sexier set.”

“Asshole, how am I supposed to get home now?”

“No one but us will know you're acting like a pequeña puta.”

You hated being addressed that way. You considered it a completely sexist text and, above all, disrespectful. But when Jake lost his temper and addressed you with these kinds of words... Oh, you knew it only turned you on. You didn't have time to answer him when Jake crouched down and his lips were between your legs.

Lockley was unrelenting. His fingers had driven you mad before, but now, combined with his tongue, they were a pleasurable torment. You slipped your fingers into his hair and clenched them, trying to find something in the way of balance. This was extremely difficult as Jake touched you in ways you could only imagine. Then Jake slid a third finger inside you, and you felt as if something slowly broke inside you. Pain and pleasure were merging together. You felt the pressure in the pit of your stomach becoming more and more unbearable, as if waiting for the right moment to let go.

“I'm holding you, querida. Just give in. Come for me.”

His words of encouragement made something inside you relax. One minute you could feel the end approaching, and the next the greatest fulfilment had completely taken over you, and you came with his name on the lips. However, Jake did not pull away immediately. He ran his tongue over your sensitive folds once more, and only then did he straighten up. At the same time, he slid his fingers out of you, and when your gazes met, he slowly began to lick them.

“You are so sweet,” he muttered. You smiled blissfully, trying to focus all your attention on him, although it wasn’t that easy. You were shaking all over, and you were glad to be sitting, because you wouldn't have been able to stand on your own feet.

“I have no idea how I'm going to get out of here,” you said, struggling to normalise your breathing. It felt like your heart was about to fall out of your chest, and you felt as if you had run a marathon. “I don't think I can walk.”

Jake just smiled with satisfaction. Your words had tickled his ego pleasantly. He couldn't take his eyes off you and, in some way inexplicable to him, you were even more beautiful than normal and, above all, he wanted you even more.

“You don't think I'm done with you, do you?”

You merely said his name, and he used that moment to slip his fingers into your mouth this time. There was something disgusting about it, but at the same time, so sexual that you could feel it starting to work again. If you had somehow managed to normalise your breathing, now you felt it accelerate again, and all you were able to repeat in your mind was his name. Jake grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back to start kissing your neck and throat. He was doing this extremely aggressively and was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back, especially when he had you in front of him, ready to receive anything he was able to give you.

Jake moved his hands to his trousers, quickly unbuttoning them.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and a shiver ran through your body. “I need you now.”

You didn't even have a chance to reply as Jake grabbed you by the hips and rolled you over onto your front. He bent you forward for better access and then slid his hands down to your exposed buttocks and slapped one of them. You let out a surprised squeal, but quickly forgot about it as you felt him begin to slowly enter you, giving you a chance to get used to the feeling.

“Fuck, I always forget…” you began, but were unable to finish when Jake entered you full length. You took a deep breath, and although it wasn't the first time you'd had sex like this, you felt like you were feeling it doubly now. You leaned your head forward, accepting the feeling of fullness that you only felt with him, Marc or Steven. You entwined the fingers on Jake's head.

Lockley at the same time reached forward and placed his hand on your neck again. He pulled your chin so that your gazes met in the mirror. There was a devious smirk on his lips, but you were too absorbed in what he was doing to care.

“Forget what?” He began to whisper in your ear, slowly moving inside. “That I'm so big you can barely fit me? Or about the fact that you're always so tight for me, no matter how many times I take you?”

“YES! Yes, yes! Fuck… Jake, please…”

You were in a state where you couldn't string a single sentence together. You didn't even have a clue what exactly you were asking for, but you knew you needed it more, faster.

“What are you asking me, hermosa?”

Jake brushed your hair away from your face, and leaned over to start kissing your neck. You tightened your fingers in his hair. You pulled at it a tad harder than you had expected, but Jake only growled into your hot skin.

“Don't stop,” you said with difficulty. “And don't hold back. I know you won't hurt me.”

It worked on him, like the best spell. Jake clamped his fingers tighter around your throat and you held your breath for a moment. But then Lockley sped up and amplified his movements so that you had no idea where he ended and you began. He moved inside you so sharply and aggressively that you could feel your hips thumping against the sink. You were sure you would have bruises later, but at that moment that was the last thing you worried about. You were thinking about how you would be able to get to the car later, as you knew you wouldn't be able to stand on your own. Jake's action was taking away every ability you had.

“Can you do this?” Your gazes met again in the mirror. This time, Jake could see the tears gathering in your eyes. You merely nodded her head. “Say it.”

“I can do it,” you repeated after him. “Jake, fuck, I…”

You paused as another moan escaped your lips. Jake moved his hand down over the neckline of your dress until he finally slipped his fingers under the fabric of your bra and squeezed your breasts. You cursed again and leaned your head back, resting it against his shoulder. You closed your eyes at the feeling that slowly wanted to leave your body. Jake ran his thumb over your nipple.

“Yeah, me too,” he answered slowly, losing the ability to form sentences properly.

Jake sped up even more, and you began to move, mimicking his pace, until you finally came, once again shouting his name, and he did the same literally seconds after you. You were panting and breathing heavily and needed a longer moment to recover from what had happened. When you were finally able to function normally, Jake slid out of you, and you felt his seed running down your legs. You didn't have the strength to do anything about it, but you didn't need to because Lockley quickly took care of you. He washed you thoroughly and then helped you to fix your dress and hair.

“You were so good to me. So beautiful. Let's go home, shall we?”

You nodded her head.

“I love you, mi corazón,” he said.

“I love you too, Jake.”

You smiled and allowed him to place one hand on the side of your head. You entwined her fingers around his wrist and immediately felt him place a brief and tender kiss on your forehead. Later, supporting you firmly at the waist, you left the bathroom together, and he led you to the car.

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m-ayo-o · 9 months

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patience [II]

18+ // explicit oral sex // nsfw below asking your teacher for some tips ft. boyfriend Yuji 20 y/o part one | part two wc 1400

You kiss Yuji then lean up to Nanami’s ear whispering, “wanna try giving you two blowjobs… will you help me?”

“Both of us?” Nanami raises an eyebrow, trying to hide his obvious excitement. “Please, need some pointers…” you reply tentatively.

“Pointers for what, sweetie?” Yuji asks, tilting his head. “You're so good at getting me off already.”

“I want to try… with my mouth…” you reply, giving Yuji a shy look.

“Shit…” your boyfriend murmurs, his eyes hazy with lust. He leans down and places a heated kiss on your lips, biting and sucking.

He pulls away and kisses your neck as you feel Nanami's big hand turn you to face him. His lips inch closer to yours, hesitation evident in your wide eyes.

“Don't be shy,” he smiles at you, “you did just say you wanted to suck my dick.” He breathes out over your lips.

“I really want to…” you almost whine back. “Patience,” he utters, “please can I at least kiss you first?” He asks, his lips ghosting over yours.

You lean up and close the gap between your lips, feeling Nanami’s hands bringing you closer, snaking to the back of your neck. Nanami’s tongue is over yours in seconds, he bites your lip and pulls away with a low moan.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, “Yuji, come up here,” Nanami instructs your boyfriend. He figures he’s waited all this time, what’s five more minutes? You should definitely try this with your boyfriend first.

And Yuji is just so turned on… stumbling over his words, struggling with his straining erection, seeming like he's about to burst.

As Yuji stands from below you, your hands snake round his waistband pulling his shorts down slowly, revealing his throbbing erection.

Sure, you’ve seen him hard before, stroked him through orgasms, making him whimper and arch as he thrusts into your hands.

But right now, Yuji’s cock is so veiny and thick, his tip flushed and sticky. The sight of him makes you gasp as his length slaps against his muscular abdomen.

Your hand automatically starts stroking him, smearing the tip with your thumb. Yuji moans, his head falling back as he stands in front of you, hips jerking forwards at your slight touch.

“Fuck…” you hear Nanami sigh from beside you, “this is gonna be tough, y/n. Had no idea Yuji was so big.” He gives you a wary smile.

“Sorry…” you hear Yuji choke out, his head tilting forwards, giving you an apologetic look. “Yuu… wanna make you feel good, don’t say sorry sweetie.” He’s done so much for you already.

“Ok, start by sucking on his tip.” Nanami instructs, imagining your mouth around his own cock.

Yuji whimpers at your first contact; warm, wet lips surrounding his cock for the first time, “nhh! Fuck!”

“Lick down his shaft, get him nice and wet…” he continues.

Your mouth sucks over Yuji’s tip again as you feel Nanami’s big hand on the back of your head.

“Good, now slide him into your mouth,” he pushes, gently at first, “careful with your teeth.”

You’re about halfway down, struggling with Yuji’s girth and length. He’s an absolute mess, his legs shaking as you take him in.

“Good,” you feel Nanami stroking your nape, “can you keep going?” He asks, causing you to make a muffled moan of agreement over Yuji’s cock.

You want to keep going, but you’re not sure how he’s going to fit anymore inside you. “Slowly, princess…” Nanami encourages you gently, “deep breaths through your nose, relax your throat.” He instructs you calmly.

You do as you’re told and are surprised to feel Yuji’s length sliding further in, deeper down your throat. You feel like you’re swallowing him. He hits a sensitive part of your throat, so deep, making you choke and gag, pulling away suddenly.

“Did so well f’me…” Yuji leans down and strokes your chin, his cheeks and nose blushed pink, his freckles showing up vividly in the soft lighting.

“Think Nanami might need you now,” Yuji leans down and kisses you deeply, then sits next to you on the bed as Nanami’s hand strokes your neck, turning you to him again.

Yuji is so right.

Nanami’s eyes are blown out with lust, watching you suck the younger man so well under his gentle instruction. He's been so patient and kind this whole time, he’s not sure how much longer he can keep this up.

You finally unbuckle his belt and unzip his tight trousers, making him sigh quietly in relief. He sits on your bed next to Yuji, pulling you down in front.

“Yes, kneel down like that,” Nanami mutters, his fingers tracing your lips. You move closer, your lips taking in Nanami’s tip, imitating the movements you made earlier on Yuji.

You’ve got Nanami breathless as you suck on him, your lips so soft and gentle, your tongue swirling over his shaft. “Nhhg, fuck—” he lets out quiet grunts as you take him in.

His hand snakes into your hair as you try to swallow him down further. “Y/n, move up and down, keep sucking, mmh– yeah, like that—” you feel his eyes on you as you suck him.

Nanami slowly pulls you off his cock, his tip popping from your wet lips as you release him. He moves you over and slides you down on Yuji again as they share you.

Nanami lays back on the bed as Yuji enters your mouth. This is going to drive him insane.

Despite this, both take turns so nicely, each man getting sucked and returning your mouth to the other, edging themselves as you swallow them down.

Yuji’s getting worked up, you can tell he’s going to cum imminently; his moans and whines hitching in his throat sweetly, his hips bucking up uncontrollably. He’s about to pop himself out of your mouth again, but Nanami pushes down on your neck.

“Yuji, you’re so close right?” Nanami asks, his voice gruff as he looks at the younger man. “Uh huh!!” Yuji whines, his mouth hanging open.

“You should cum…” Nanami utters in his ear, making Yuji grip your hair tighter. You can’t help but moan over his cock as the blonde man encourages your sweet boyfriend.

“Nhhhgg—” Yuji uncontrollably fucks his cum into your mouth on command, finishing and squeezing the last few beads over your lips. “Baby… baby, fuck…” he sighs and moans in bliss, his body finally relaxing, his hand untangling from your hair.

You lick your lips and go to wipe your face when you feel a strong hand on your wrist. Nanami pulls you onto him, your mouth coated in Yuji’s cum as you swallow the older man down again.

Nanami is losing his patience now. You take him in like before, up and down, licking and sucking, exactly as you were told.

“You listened to me so well, y/n,” you hear Nanami utter, “but there’s one thing I didn’t tell you…” you look up to him as he speaks, letting out a little moan over his length.

“Some men, like Yuji here,” he looks over at your gorgeous boyfriend who’s still recovering, “are so sweet and kind…” his voice sounds almost mocking, his cock sliding over your tongue. You feel him twitching, his pleasure building up feverishly.

His attention turns back to you, his grip on the back of your neck tightening. You feel him pushing you down.

Fuck, your little brain short-circuits, can’t take him like this!! You panic, choking, needing to pull away for air desperately.

His big hand only pushes you harder.

“But some men,” he continues between breathless groans, “like me… are less… forgiving…” his hand gives your neck a bruising squeeze, forcing you over him as tears roll down your cheeks. “Mm! Mm!” you can only whine as you feel him deeper.

“Yes, choke on me— ahh” he lets out a breathy chuckle, his hips shuddering. You feel his cock pulsing, his veins bulging.

“Want my cum? Ughh– fuck–” he groans, “mhh—” you can only moan, your pretty voice sending him over the edge, making him grunt and release his hot cum down your throat.

Fuck. So that’s what it’s like to suck Nanami Kento.

You found out the hard way. You were only curious. You wanted to learn for your sweet boyfriend. And oh boy you learned that you should take care of your gorgeous Yuji because he treats you so well.

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xoxoseyeon · 2 months

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god what have you just gotten yourself into

Fandom: “Outer Banks”

Pairing: mean!frat!Rafe Cameron x fem!virgin!reader

Summary: Sarah drags you to a college frat party and when troubles comes up Rafe is the one who protects you amongst other things...

Warnings: almost assaulted, fingering, nsfw.

Word Count: 1400+

Rating: 18+, MDNI

A/N: heyy this is my first time writing so might not be the best of the best but def planning to write a part 2 after seeing how this plays out :) i fold everytime i read this

You never liked the idea of this. Just as you entered the frat house, the smell of alcohol and weed intoxicated your nostrils. Sarah had dragged you to a last-minute ferry to secretly surprise her boyfriend, Topper, at his frat house. The same college and frat house Rafe went to. You had only agreed because she practically begged you, as she didn't want to go alone.

Having a crush on Rafe for the longest time, in all honesty, you had been avoiding him. He's your best friend’s brother for fucks sake and you treasured your friendship over a stupid little crush. So when your senior year with Sarah came around and Rafe left for college, you made your best efforts to get over those feelings. Avoiding visiting the Camerons' house whenever Rafe visited from college or calling in sick for the Cameron's fancy parties or events.

"Let's get some drinks first, and then I'm going to go find Topper," Sarah says, looking back at you while leading you through the crowds.

"How are you going to find him when there are this many people?" you ask, looking at how crowded the house is.

"Don't worry about that; I have my ways. Y/N, now's your chance to get laid for the first time by some hot college guy," Sarah encourages, handing you a red Solo cup filled to the brim with some unknown mixed alcoholic beverage.

"What happens once you find him, do you plan on spending the night?"

"Uh, so I haven't completely planned this through, but I'll text you! I'm going to go look for him now! Remember, we can't get caught by my brother or he's gonna snitch or send us back home," she finishes while disappearing into the crowd.

God what have you signed yourself up for? You hate the idea of parties, and yet now you are alone at a party. There isn't much you can possibly do; everybody seems drunk or high. So you stay where you are, downing your drink and watching everything that is going around. You have lost count of how many drinks you've had, now feeling very drunk and unable to hold yourself up.

"You're not from around here, are you?" a guy slurs, leaning into you, his breath getting into your face. "No, I'm here with my friend," you shake your head while trying to take a step back from him.

He takes a step closer, his face inches from yours. You can smell the cheap beer on his breath as he leans down, causing you to move further backwards, only to end up against a wall. God was it over for you.. You had nowhere to go, and Sarah was long gone. You close your eyes, trying to push his heavy weight away. You hold your breath as you start to feel his weight against you, your heart racing.

In mere moments, you feel the weight lift off you and instead, two warm hands cup your cheeks. You open your eyes to see Rafe. He was fuming while the other guy is laying blacked out on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he snaps, clearly angry at your presence, his piercing blue eyes looking right into you. He was wearing a pink polo shirt and khaki shorts. His once curtain hairstyle falls short to a buzz. God he looks even better than before. You press your legs together as you feel a heat starting to stir between them.

“You buzzed your hair,” the only words that seem to come out of your mouth in a whisper from shock. With no response, Rafe tightly grabs your wrist and drags you up the stairs with him into his dark and empty room. He slams the door shut with a bang, making you jump. You can't see him properly, but you feel him slowly coming closer.

"Y/N, don’t make me repeat myself. What are you doing here, huh?" his voice low and dark. His whole presence is intimidating; you can feel his body radiating this intense heat, making it difficult to breathe.

"Nothing," you gulp, not wanting to get Sarah caught with you.

"Don’t lie to me, princess," Rafe says while grabbing your jaw. God you could fold right in front of him from that. His thumb swipes your bottom lip as he studies your face, some confusion still evident as to why you are here. You press your legs together as you feel that throbbing between them again.

"What would have happened if I wasn't there, huh? Did Sarah come with you?" he asks. You look down, not wanting to answer. "Answer me, goddammit!" he yells, making you flinch. "She came here to surprise Top," your own voice sounding soft and weak.

"Fucking hell," he scoffs as he takes a step back to turn on the lights in the room. You have a clear view of him now, just as much as he has a clear view of you. You can see how he eyes you up and down, taking in every inch of you. God, you have no idea how you are going to make it through the night. You press your legs together again to hide whatever you are feeling down there. He takes notice of what you are doing and takes steps to get closer to you. You take a few steps back, only to fall back at the end of the bed.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been holding back from just—" Before he can even finish, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt, slamming him into a kiss. He flips you over so you are straddling him, his hands moving to pull down the straps of your dress and then up under your dress and between your legs.

"Wait, no, we can't," you pause. "That the first thing you say after avoiding me for all this time?" he says, his lips peppering kisses down your jaw until they meet the base of your throat where he sucks hard, a soft whine escaping your parted lips.

You gasp as his fingers press hard against the thin fabric of your lingerie. "Fucking hell, you're so wet. Was that a mistake too?" he teases as he pushes it to the side to run his fingers between your folds.

You shake your head as you let out an involuntarily whimper. Your arms grip into his shoulders and large biceps as his middle and index fingers slip between your tender folds. God this is so wrong but feels so good.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks watching you bury your head into the crook of his neck. "No, god, no," you shake your head as you let out a gasp while digging your nails into his biceps.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he doesn't suppress his own groan, as he feels how hot and fucking wet you are. You can feel him grow hard underneath you.

God, you have no idea how long you'll last. Just two fingers had you feeling so full, your walls clenching around them. He pumps his fingers faster and faster, burying them knuckle deep inside you while hitting your sweet spot. "R-Rafe I'm close," you say into his neck, your hips chasing his fingers as you feel your orgasm nearing.

"Come for me, princess," he smirks seeing how desperate you were to finish. His words make you come undone, your whole body shaking as Rafe holds you up. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, tiredness already washing over you.

He pulls his fingers out, holds them up, looking at them as they glisten. He licks over his fingers, tasting your sweetness. He closes his eyes for a moment, clearly enjoying your taste. But god you just wish those fingers were inside you again.

He lifts you up with ease, laying you inside the soft duvets of the bed. You want to touch him, need to touch him, but as soon as you reach your hands out, he grabs you by the wrists. “What about you?” you ask while looking up at him.

“Go to sleep, you're too drunk. I'll deal with you tomorrow. Don't leave this room.” he sternly answers, heading for the door. “Where are you going?” you say, your eyes growing tired at his words. He leaves before answering your question. God, what have you just gotten yourself into?

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whyse7vn · 3 months

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MISS YOU -

[ !fwb jhs pjm ksj jjk kth x reader ]

HOSEOK -

hobi: hi

y/n: ur texting me before 5pm should i be scared rn….

hobi: i miss you

y/n: oh i’m terrified

hobi: can’t a man simply miss his girl???

y/n: i’m shaking in my boots dni

and ur girl???

shut the hell up

hobi: i miss you

y/n: STOP

this is really weird

hobi: ok i’m never being nice again

y/n: 💜

hobi: i lied i’m just a nice guy at heart

i miss you my pretty little petal 💘

y/n: this is a new low for you hoseok

hobi: i told you about saying my name

i’m trying to be sweet to u rn

not horny

y/n: our relationship is literally built on being horny wtf are you talking about

hobi: do you miss me

say yes if yes and no if yes

y/n: ok that is real unfair

hobi: yes or no

no jungkook

y/n: speaking to you before 5pm truly feels illegal

hobi: i talk to you before 5pm

like all the time

don’t make me look bad rn

we literally work together

i talk to you all the time???????????

y/n: u sound like ur trying to convince urself you talk to me

hobi: I LITERALLY DO STOP LYING

y/n: ok yeah you do but you only message me to fuck after 5pm

hobi: i never said i wanted to fuck?????

y/n: so you don’t want to fuck??

hobi: ok yes

y/n: knew it

hobi: yeah whatever

BUT

i just thought i would try and be a sweet loving man for u

y/n: well don’t do it again

freaked me the hell out

hobi: u wanna be my girlfriend so bad i’m gonna throw up

y/n: ???????????

hobi: ok sorry

y/n: freak

hobi: miss ur pussy on my face

y/n: i’m literally blocking you

ur so gross

hobi: ok wtf

how do i win in this life

cant be sweet

cant be explicit

HOW DO I WIN

y/n: ask to fuck nicely

hobi: may i please indulge in the sexual intercourse with you at 1400 hours

y/n: and normally

hobi: can we fuck in like 20 minutes

in my studio preferably

pls and thanks 😝

y/n: sure

hobi: TURN UPPP

that was really easy

y/n: did you just call me easy?????????

hobi: NO??????

y/n: you definitely did

hobi: NONONONO

i’m just saying like normally i’d have to beg a little

ur kind of a sadist like that

anyways

you didn’t make me beg today

dare i say

dot dot dot

ur stating to fall in love with me wink

y/n: did you just type out dot dot dot and wink???

hobi: say yes if yes and no if yes

y/n: stop breathing

hobi: hard

and no not by shinee

this one is by hoseok

but WAIT

(no dino)

if we think about it is by you

hard by you

wink lol

y/n: ur so fucking lame it’s unreal

JIMIN -

jimin: miss you

wanna kiss you so bad

y/n: personally i wanna fuck

jimin: …

is it really that hard to act like you were loved as a child for even a little bit

y/n: all i’m hearing rn is you don’t want to fuck

ur LAME

jimin: do you not miss me back?

y/n: next question

jimin: do you miss me???

y/n: purple

pull ur dick out

jimin: i’m getting real upset

what if i cry rn

y/n: lowkey

jimin: stop talking

y/n: it WOULD be real hot

jimin: …

i’m trying to be cute and love on u rn

y/n: gross

love on ur girlfriend or something

jimin: ur my girlfriend

y/n: i’m ur girl friend you fuck sometimes

the big space was on purpose btw

if you didn’t get that

jimin: ok fuck????

i get it

so like do you fr not miss me back or what?

y/n: for someone who said they get it ur not acting like you get it

jimin: i get it

y/n: get a guitar

jimin: what

y/n: riize

jimin: rise?

y/n: talk saxy

jimin: tf are u talking about

y/n: ur so annoying

jimin: can you say you miss me back

y/n: no!

jimin: i’m gonna stop fucking you

y/n: ok

jimin: ok i lied but were you scared for a second

y/n: not really

jimin: ok idc

y/n: who is ur riize bais

mine is shotaro

he’s a real cuite

jimin: mine is i miss you jimin

y/n: i’m not saying i miss you

jimin: why not?

y/n: why?

jimin: because you miss me???

y/n: i saw you last week??

jimin: LAST WEEK

oh my chest hurts

the walls are caving in

y/n: are you done

jimin: should we just make it official

y/n: if ur this annoying and a fuck buddy i don’t even want to imagine what ur like as a boyfriend

jimin: better

y/n: i doubt that!

jimin: let’s find out challenge go!!!!

y/n: i do NOT consent

jimin: hello girlfriend do you miss me like i miss you????????

y/n: i’m gonna start fucking joon

jimin: say sike

that’s not funny at ALL

say sike rn

HELLO???????????????

SAY SIKE Y/N

IM SO FR SAY SIKE

SEOKJIN -

jin: miss you

y/n: ☠️☠️☠️☠️

just send that to jimin

he’s laughing at you

jin: wtf is ur problem

y/n: why are you messaging me during works hours??

jin: cuz i missed you???

yeah i said missed

not miss

cuz fuck you

you made me look weak in front of jimin

you bitch

y/n: what if i said i missed you too?

jin: ofc you miss me

that was a given

i was just letting you know the feeling was mutual

y/n: that’s crazy cuz i don’t miss you at all

jin: ????

are you proposing to me rn?

y/n: ?get a grip

jin: need you here rn

y/n: i’m trying to work

jin: ok?? idk what that has to do with anything

y/n: i’m working

jin: are we role playing??

y/n: no.

jin: omg i was just kidding lighten up a bit geez

pretty girl i miss you

no even joking

y/n: pic with tears or ur lying

jin: you make missing you not fun at all

y/n: is missing ur fuck buddy supposed to be fun??

jin: we’re still calling it that?

y/n: ??

jin: it’s fine

i’ll indulge you and ur games

y/n: LMAOOO ???

ur age is really showing

talking like a fucking vampire

jin: yeah yeah

what time do you finish

y/n: in exactly an hour

jin: i’ll pick you up

will bring the nice car and everything

y/n: all ur cars are nice

jin: i know

just wanted to hear you say it

y/n: eat the rich i say!

jin: i’ll let you eat me

let’s go bite for bite

y/n: jimin would have a field day with that

jin: i don’t want to talk about jimin while i’m seducing you thank you very much

y/n: ur seducing me??

jin: yeah

you couldn’t tell?

y/n: no?

jin: ur lying

y/n: maybe i am

jin: that’s what i thought

y/n: maybe i’m not

jin: you are

y/n: but what if i’m not

jin: no you are

y/n: am i?

jin: shut up

it’s like nice when you just don’t talk

and stop pretending you hate me

y/n: hate is a strong word

jin: so you love me?

y/n: love is a strong word

jin: fuck you

y/n: YOU WISH

jin: not true

y/n: IS THAT YOU OUTSIDE??????

WAVE IF THATS YOU

OH MYGOD YOU WAVED

THATS YOU

UR OUTSIDE

jin: i’m outside

y/n: ??????? HOW

jin: god knows

y/n: i said an hour

jin: an hour is too long dont you think :/

y/n: UGH

men

YOU MAKE ME SICK

give me 5

JUNGKOOK -

jk: come see me

y/n: ??LMAOOSODOFIDIFJFNDJJDJDJDJ SJDJDJDNDNDNDNNDNFNFNFNFNFNNDNDNFNFNFNFNFNFNFNNFNFNFNFNNFCJ

jk: ok i’m sorry i though you would find that really sexy and cool

y/n: that was really funny

imagined you saying that in real life LMSKDKKDF

THATS SO FUNNT WLMSKDODOFIFJFJFJFJFN

wow ur really silly

jk: i miss you

like so much

y/n: do you miss ME or do you miss fucking me

jk: is this a trick question?

y/n: not at all

jk: both?

y/n: are you sure

cuz you don’t sound sure

jk: it’s a trick question

y/n: i’m telling you it’s not

jk: if i say i miss fucking you ur gonna think i’m just using you for sex and that i’m horrible person that should die

but if i say i miss you ur gonna think i’m a stupid idiot loser who can’t control his feelings and should kill himself

y/n: is this u projecting rn??

jk: can i come over please

y/n: answer my question first

jk: i did !!!! i said both

y/n: you said

“both?”

jk: ok now i’m saying both!!!!

y/n: your just saying cuz you want to come over

so you miss fucking me

i see

jk: NO

well yes

bUT LIKE NOT JUST THAT I MISS YOu

LIKE YOU

as A PERSON

your smile

your voice

your like overall presence???

y/n: why is everything a question with you

stand on business kook

jk: you make me second guess everything

IM SO NERVOUS LEAVE ME ALONE

y/n: okay let’s not shout now

jk: ok i’m sorry

i’m really sorry

hey i’m sorry

y/n: guys i think he’s sorry

jk: guys??? who is there? don’t tell me it’s yoongi he’ll bully me

y/n: you want come over?

jk: so bad

y/n: ok

but you have to pay me in like

JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SENT ME 50K???/!/£:’dn

jk: you said pay

y/n: I DIDN’T FINISH MY SENTENCE??????

jk: oh

my fault

i’m sorry

i’m really sorry

you can keep it

for rainy day or something?????

carry on what were you saying??

i didn’t mean to interrupt

y/n wow ok um i was just gonna say tteokbokki or something

jk: with cheese right?

you like it with cheese yeah?

i’ll come over and make it for you i’ll head to the store rn

anything else???

y/n: ummm no

jk: ok i can start making my way right?

y/n: yeah…

jk: cool ok see you soon

y/n: cool

cool wow yeah cool

that’s cool

wtf just happened

TAEHYUNG -

14 miss calls from tae

tae: throbbing rn

y/n: it’s 3 am what the fuck is wrong with you

and throbbing?????????

you

nvm

i don’t even want to finish my sentence

jump of a bridge cut ur dick off idc leave me alone

tae: i miss you

y/n: no shit

tae: told my parents were engaged

y/n: convinced all you do all day is pop percs and take punches to the head

tae: you can give me head

i miss ur head

and you ig

but like ur head 😍

meow

y/n: meow???

tae: MEOWWWWWWWW

y/n: what do you want??

it’s 3 am

tae: head???

are you stupid

wasn’t i clear enough

ACTUALLY NO WAIT

i miss you🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

what did nct say that one time

girl your my favourite 😋😍💗

y/n: i should call mark

tae: OMG YEAH

you think he’ll sing a bit for us

GIRL UR MY FAVOURITEEEEE

wait no???????

wtf

don’t call mark

are you sick

are you out of ur mind

i just called you my favourite and now ur calling mark?????

y/n: puka puka pow pow 💚

tae: ok but i said i miss you

y/n: k

tae: me missing you

like that’s what’s happening rn

ME missing YOU

do you understand

y/n: yess thank you ur so kind !🌷💞💘

tae: ??????

say it back maybe

y/n: no thanks!

tae: okay lol

the more you deny my love

y/n: yuck

tae: ok never interrupt me again

or we WILL have issues

y/n: are you talking to me rn…

tae: NO LMAO WHAAAATTT i must of forgot where i was for a second why would i ever threaten my beautiful amazing queen

y/n: ok not too much

tae: love you!

y/n: ur making me sick gonna throw up

tae: i’ll catch it

with my hands

y/n: stop

tae: eat it if you want me too

y/n: you lack serious amounts of self respect and it’s extremely worrying

tae: will you give me head

y/n: only if you never speak ever again

tae: ohmygod literally call me ariel babe like you give me head and my voice box will literally melt out my body

NO WORDS

ever again NO JOKE

y/n: the way you lie so easily is kinda scary

tae: i’m not lying

okay I AM lying but like how am i supposed to call you at 3 am and beg you to come over if i can’t speak

y/n: that’s the point!

tae: ummmmm

that’s mean

like you would so miss my voice if i didn’t have one

y/n: if you didn’t have a voice how could i miss it if you never had one???

tae: what

y/n: like ur saying if you NEVER had i voice i would miss it

but i can’t miss it if i’ve never heard it before

tae: that logic is stupid cuz ur saying you can’t miss things you’ve never had

y/n: you can’t

tae: i miss our wedding night

y/n: shut up

tae: throbbing

you make me throb

THROBBING ❤️

y/n: shut up shut up shut UP

tae: totally random pov ur boyfriend calls you 700 times and messages you at 3 am telling you he’s throbbing and is offering himself to you on a silver plater fuck the the knife and fork he wants it messy

what you doing in that situation??

y/n: sending a swat team to his address

tae: i’m your boyfriend???

y/n: ?

tae: YOU BASICALLY SAID IM YOUR BOYFRIEND

THIS IS A WIN

OH MY GOD A WIN

WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN

I WIN

OHMYGOD I WIN

i win

ohmYGODDDD

i would like to thank yeontan and my parents and hybe and son heung min for this win

i owe it all to you guys

i promise to keep working hard

and never let any of you down i’m just so extremely grateful

and i just wanna add that

SMS ERROR: The phone number you are trying to reach is no longer in service!

tae: gf so crazy like 🤭

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yessss this was half a draft for the first fwb work i did so if you see any similarities that’s why but this is also half a request cuz somone asked me to make a fwb piece about them missing you but i lost the little ask thingy i’m so sorry don’t shoot me ALSO obviously all the members aren’t here cuz this was a scrap but then i was like omg this is too silly to throw away so i posted here hope you like >.<

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dailymanuscript · 6 months

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Folio 54 verso, Black Book of Hours (Morgan MS M.493)

#manuscript #illuminated manuscript #book of hours #Morgan MS M.493 #c: flemish #y: 1400s #l: latin #t: page

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storiesofmyhead · 25 days

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Alastor x Reader

Sumary: Angel Dusts sister also being Val’s biggest star, who also just so happens to be Alastor girlfriend.

Warnings! Sex, Hazbin Hotel, Kissing, Valentino

Word Count: 1400

Please Reblog it means a lot

“Al ya know I-” She scolds, but is interrupted by a call. Holding up a finger she picks up the call noticing Val’s name as the caller ID.

Alastor quirks his eyebrow annoyed by the interruption, as he stares at Y/n’s expression as it becomes annoyed. He can hear the yelling coming from the phone.

“Ok Val. I understand. I'll be right there.” Hanging up the phone, Y/n sends Alastor an apologetic smile, placing a kiss on his nose before she moves to leave the hotel.

“Wait, wait, wait, Y/n.” She hears Charlie’s voice yell.

Rolling her eyes she ignores her.

“Y/n you can't leave! Angel already left, not you too.”

“I’m sorry Charlie, but I have too.” Her accent similar to Angel’s as she speaks.

“But-”

Y/n doesn’t answer, only closing the hotel’s door in Charlie’s face.

“Now try and sing, with your mouth stuffed like this you siren slut.” The sinner growls from above her. His hand on the back of her head, as his cock gags her.

Feeling a presence behind her, her skirt is flipped up as the man behind her laughs. “No getting out of this one without your precious little voice.”

Moaning, she feels herself now filled up from behind. Eyes wide, they roll back, but before she fully dissociates, she notices Charlie slip into the room.

Ripping the man’s hand out from her hair, the man yells. Standing up, she shoves the other guy back as his cock slips out of her.

Throwing her robe on quickly. “Charlie!” her feet quickly shuffle over to her. “What are you doing here? You need to leave. Now.” She hardly mutters.

“Ahhh, Miss. Morningstar. To what pleasure do I owe.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I am here to get my good friend Y/n here a day off.”

Eye’s widening, Y/n shakes her head quickly. Though Charlie seems to ignore it.

“Oh is that so~” Val says, sending a look at Y/n making her cower.

“Y/n can I speak to you in your dressing room for a moment.” Val growls, his teeth clenched.

“Yes Val.” Her voice, quiet and weak.

Val and Y/n walk over to her dressing room and Angels run over to Charlie begging her to leave.

“You think you can get little miss princess of hell to get you out of work?” He yells. “HUH!”

Yelping, Y/n backs up. “Of course not Val. I didn't even know she was coming.” Frighten Y/n hits the back of her dressing room.

Slapping her face, she whimpers as he growls, moving his face closer to hers. “Get her out of here, or else, I’ll have Angel working double time. And for you, you won't ever leave this place. Got it?”

Whimpering, she nods. “Yes Val.”

Scrambling out of the room she moves quickly over to Angel and Charlie. “Leave Charlie. I’m serious.”

“But-”

“LEAVE!” Y/n interrupts her yelling, pushing her out of the building.

Charlie’s lips quiver, before walking out of the room.

“Good job, Y/n. Now resume filming, you too Angel Dust.”

“But you said-” Y/n points at him only to be interrupted.

“He finishes this film and he’s done. That was our deal, now go before I change my mind.”

“I’m not above a love to cash in.” Angel backs up to the bed behind him. “Another lover underneath those flashing lights. Another one of those ruthless nights.” His body laid out on the bed, a frightened look on his face. “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.”

Cutting over to Y/n’s set, her body sways towards the camera. “I shoulda guessed that this would happen.” Her voice smooth and luring. “I should have known it when I looked in your red hot eyes” Flashing a grin to the camera, her teeth sharp, as she crawls over to it. “Spewing all your red hot lies” She screams, but due to her siren abilities it didn’t come out as angry, only alluring. “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.”

“What’s the worst part of this hell, I can only blame myself.” The siblings sang, red smoke covering both of them.

“Cause I know you’re poison.” Angel sings on one side of Valentino, “You’re feeding me poison.”

“Addicting to this feelin’ I can't help but swallow up,” Y/n sings from the other side of him, sliding down his side as if on a pole. “Your poison.”

“We made our choice and~” The two fall onto a bed filled with money. On Angel’s side laid two girls, and one Y/n’s side all she saw was Alastor, though she knew he wasn't there, sighing at her imagination she sat up, Angel following. “Every night we’re living like there’s no tomorrow.”

Sniffing up the coke that laid in front of her, Y/n stumbles off.

“Ahhhhhhhhh~” Her voice flows out loud as Valentino stands behind her pushing her onto a bed full of men, holding up different sex toys.

“Anyway you want me baby.” Angel sings. “That’s the way you got me I’ll be, yours~”

“Our stories gonna end with us dead from your poison~” Their voices clash together.

“I got so good at being untrue.” Angel sang as he was tied up.

“I got so good at tellin’ you what you wanna hear.” Y/n sings her voice hypnotizing the man in front of her. “I disassociate~” She sings only to be interrupted by another man dropping her in the water tank that waited for her.

“Disappear~” Angel sings, hsi eyes tired. “Yeah-Yeah-Yeah.”

(Im to lazy to do the whole song, so heres the end)

“Poison.” Y/n whimpers, locking her dressing room. “Im drowning in poison.”

“Im fillin up my glass, But it’s always hollow.” Angel sings notices Y/n on her balcony across from him, tears in her eyes. They both look down at Val who’s with Vox.

Vox sends Y/n a smirk before disappearing.

“Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison.” Angel slides to the ground staring at his sister as she falls apart.

“Wish I didn’t have him to live for, tomorrow.” She finishes, tears leaking from her eyes.

Groaning Y/n shuffles her feet into the hotel, before flopping onto the couch.

“Y/n!” Charlies voice echos.

“Go away Charlie.” Her voice mumbles out, the face shoved onto the cushion.

“But-”

“Just go AWAY!” Y/n rolls her eyes, standing up, her hair still slightly damp from the last shoot, as she makes her way towards the stairs.

Knocking on Alastor’s radio shack, she is met with a mumbled ‘Come in’

She pushes the door open, closing it behind her.

“Al~” Her voice comes out smooth and in the sing-song tone that she normally uses when she wants something.

“Yes darling.” He replies not looking up from all of the buttons that laid before him.

“Can is sit with you while you do your broadcast?”

“Mhm.” He hums, patting his lap.

Smiling, Y/n shuffles over, straddling his lap before nuzzling her head into his shoulder.

“Why is your hair damp?”

“Stupid shoot.”

Alastor’s eye twitches before he begins to rub her back.

“I’m not so fond of you working for him.” He hums, not trying to start an argument as this was normally how all of them started.

“I know, Al. But I have no choice. He has my soul, there’s nothing I can do about it.” She sighs.

‘I know something I can do about it?” A smirk find Alastor’s face as he begins his broadcast.

Listening to him talk, his voice lulls her to sleep quickly.

Walking into Val studio, she spots Alastor talking to Val. Quirking her brow she walks over to the two of them.

“Hey. What are you two talking about?”

“Ahh, well, Alastor here has pardoned both you and your brother.” Val sneers.

Eyes widening, Y/n head snaps over to Alastor.

“He has given me four of his souls in trade for both of yours. How sweet.” He sneers once more.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Alastor says his normal grin pronounced on his face.

Squealing Y/n jumps into Alastor’s arms, placing kisses all over his face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She mutters over and over again.

“Anything for you, darling. Anything for you.” He smiles, a genuine smile.

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roosterforme · 2 years

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I Like Your Voice | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley recognize each other by your voices.

Warnings: All fluff and a bit of swearing

Length: 1400

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This is in response to this Anonymous request! Hope you're doing great!

This is separate from my series, but you can check that out in my masterlist.

Bradley was tired, hungry and anxious to get home from work. As the San Diego sun dipped low in the sky, he twirled the keys to his Bronco around his index finger, letting them hit his palm over and over. The walk through the expansive parking lot would take him a few minutes, as he'd had to park at the far end this morning.

He stopped next to the Bronco and shrugged out of the top of his flight suit, tying the sleeves around the bottom of his black tee shirt. He slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine. The interior was blazing hot, so he took the time to roll down his window before shifting into drive and easing forward out of his spot.

Suddenly the rear end of a pickup truck was blazing toward him, and he slammed his hand against his horn as he pressed hard on the brakes. "Why can't anybody fucking drive?" he growled out loud, quickly shifting back to park once he realized his Bronco was safe from collision.

When he saw the driver's door of the truck pop open, he heaved a deep sigh and opened his as well. Bradley watched you jump out of your truck, leaving the door wide open and stalking toward him. And now he really had a problem, because you were beautiful.

You were dressed in your khaki uniform, but your hair was down and the top few buttons of your shirt were undone. Bradley couldn't look away as he hopped down and joined you between the two vehicles.

"Come on, man! Have you never driven before?" you asked him, eyes flashing. You were spectacular, and there was something about your voice. It was so familiar to him.

"I'm sorry," he said, unsure why he was apologizing to you when you were clearly the one who needed driving lessons. But he needed you to keep talking. You had the sweetest voice he'd ever heard. It was like soft butter.

You eyed him as curiously as he was eyeing you. "So are you admitting you've never driven before?"

He smiled and shook his head. "I'm doing nothing of the sort. Are you sure you have a rearview mirror in there?" he asked as he nodded toward your truck.

You took a step closer and planted your hands on your hips. "Yeah, I'm sure. Maybe if you weren't in such a rush, you wouldn't have almost hit me. I'm just an innocent bystander here," you griped, but he could see a hint of a smile on your face.

Bradley planted his hands on his hips, mimicking your movements. He needed to keep you talking. "Takes two to tango," he remarked, gesturing to where both vehicles had stopped just inches apart in the middle of the aisle.

You gazed up at him, all wide, innocent eyes and long lashes. Your lips pouted and he thought about easing your back against the front of his Bronco and kissing you. Why were you so familiar? He felt like he already knew you.

Your lips parted and his attention was rapt. "But it only takes one to be a bad driver. And that one is you."

And then it clicked. Your voice. He was so used to hearing it. He let his eyes dip down to your name tag, and he realized your last name was familiar as well. You worked in the control tower. You were the one he always hoped he would hear when he asked for clearance to take off or land, or anytime he needed a coordinates update.

He'd become so used to your voice, loved hearing it. And now that he knew he was definitely attracted to the rest of you as well, tower communications would be even more fun for him.

"Lieutenant, Y/L/N." He smiled down at you.

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You recognized his raspy voice. You were almost certain he was the aviator you loved listening to over the radio. You'd been working with him for months, never once seeing his face. But that voice was ingrained in your mind. And you'd be joking with yourself if you said you hadn't walked a slightly flirtatious line with him over the radio.

"Are you Rooster?" you asked breathlessly, eyeing him up and down, hoping and praying the answer was yes. Because this man not only sounded great, but he looked delicious too.

"Yeah," he told you with a smirk, and your heart started racing a bit. "I recognize your voice too."

"Do you?" you ask, a bit surprised, because there was nothing special about your voice. It wasn't drop dead sexy like his.

"Mmm," he hummed, and you bit your lip in response. "You work in the tower. Bossing me around and always keeping me safe." He grinned.

You giggled. "I guess that's one way to put it. I'm surprised you knew it was me."

He leaned one arm against the hood of the Bronco and stared at your lips. "You always kind of sound like you're flirting with me," he rasped and you wanted to touch him in the worst way.

Keeping your composure, you crossed your arms over your chest. "I would do nothing of the sort during work!"

He eyed you carefully. "You talk to everyone like that? Always asking extra questions? Checking how their day is going? It always sounds like you're smiling at me."

You looked at his lips and his mustache, examining his attractive smile and perfect teeth. "No, just you. I like your voice. It's sexy."

Bradley's mouth broke into an enormous smile that reached his pretty brown eyes, and you took a startled step away from him. Shit. You'd actually said that out loud!

"So is yours," he responded in that raspy voice and you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

You knew you were blushing. Your face felt so warm, and he was looking at your lips again. "Now it sounds like you're flirting with me," you whispered.

Without missing a beat, he nodded and said, "I'm certainly trying to. Am I doing a good job?"

He was inching a little closer to you, and you noticed how good he smelled. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off your face, and he was definitely waiting for an answer.

"Yes, you're top notch, really. Makes me want to clear you for takeoff."

He chuckled and it was glorious; you wanted to keep making him laugh. "What's your name?" he rasped.

"Y/N," you whispered with a smile as he pressed his lips together.

"So pretty."

You were going to evaporate if he kept talking in that voice, just inches from you.

"Will you call me Bradley?" he asked earnestly.

God, now you were sweating. "Sure, Bradley," you managed to say.

"Will you go out with me sometime, Y/N?" he asked, brushing his index finger against your hand where it rested on the hood of his cool, vintage Bronco.

You swallowed against the pounding of your heartbeat in your throat, desperately trying to play it cool. "What did you have in mind?"

He shook his head slightly and shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'm not picky. Anything where I can look at you and listen to your voice would be great."

Oh, he was ridiculously charming. You wanted more time with him right now. "I'm free this evening. Do you want to go for a walk near the beach?" you asked cautiously, gesturing over your shoulder. "Maybe grab some dinner after?" You were hoping you didn't sound too eager, but his smile was growing again.

"Absolutely. How about we leave your truck here and I'll drive us to the beach? That way I can spend more time with you, and I'll be getting a bad driver off the roads. It's a win for everyone, really."

You bit the inside of your cheek as he guided you backward toward your truck so you could move it fully into the parking spot. "I'm agreeing with the plan, but I am not admitting I'm a bad driver."

He leaned in closer to your ear and gently brushed your hair away from your neck. "I'll wear you down, eventually," he promised.

And you were sure he was right, because you were likely to agree with anything he said in his voice.

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bless-my-demons · 9 months

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Redamancy: Chapter Twelve

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m thinking one more chapter and then we dive into New Moon? Lordy, prepare yourselves for the angst in the stuff I’ve prepped lol

Word Count: 1400

Series Masterlist

• March 19th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, AZ •

Jasper

Pulling into a parking spot in the Hospital’s adjoined parking garage, I let out the breath I’d been holding since dropping Y/n’s mom off at the airport and let my head fall back on the headrest. In the last week I’ve never been more scared, worried, keyed up than I have ever been in my immortal life.

Y/n and Isabella managed to slip past Alice and I at the hotel on some half-assed rescue mission… I promised Edward I’d protect Bella and I didn’t, now she has a broken leg and was almost on her way to turning into one of us. With as much experience as I have in war, keeping an eye on two teenage girls is a challenge? I nearly crush the keys to Carlisle’s car in my hand, the plastic groaning in protest.

I could’ve lost her.

The realization hurts and angers me all at the same time. Not only do I need to watch myself around humans, but I also have a singer, someone I’m falling hopelessly in love with and I feel so-so out of control. I can’t protect her at every twist and turn and it’s eating me alive. She’s human and frail, not meant for my world and yet she’s been sucked into it because of me.

I exit the car and find my way back to Y/n’s room before visitation hours end. My thoughts are a mess until I step in her room and her scent washes over me, scorching - but soothing. Soothing because she’s still here, she’s breathing and her monitor is still beeping.

I take up my post in the chair in the corner even though I know she’d prefer me at her side. From here I can still watch her while I get a grip on my raging emotions and the thirst licking flames down my throat.

She has less wires and tubes today, preparing for discharge in a day or two. After finally waking this morning, she managed to convince her mom she was fine enough to leave her here under Carlisle and I’s watchful eye with the promise to constantly keep her updated. I could feel her mother’s torn emotions - sadness with a twinge of anguish because she had to get back to work, but strangely enough - relief when she assessed me before making her decision to go home. Nevertheless, I reassured her that I would drive her daughter back carefully while using my ability to ease the anxiety that bubbled up.

Y/n’s breathing sped up slightly signaling that she was waking from her nap, so I sat up straight in my chair.

“Jaz?” Her quiet voice croaked out.

“Still here, darlin’. I just dropped your mom off at the airport.” Standing, I quietly roll her bedside table closer that has her cup of water.

“Jasper?” She asks again after a sip.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I respond, pulling my chair closer to the bed while keeping my eyes down.

“Look at me, please?” The soft plea almost tears my heart in two and my eyes snap to her bruised face. “Talk to me?”

“We can talk once you’re discharged-“

“No, this clearly needs to happen now.” So demanding, even lying in a hospital bed.

“You could’ve died-“

“But I didn’t-“

“Don’t even start with that.” My tone comes out a little harsher than I intended and I squeeze my eyes shut as I sit, pushing my hands through my hair as my elbows rest on my knees. “If Alice wasn’t watching, if I didn’t have a clue as to where you and Bella went…” My eyes scan the room for something to focus on, but I settle on her face, “If I was a fraction too slow getting to you, you could be dead - both of you.”

“I knew you’d come for me, Jasper.”

“You don’t get to make decisions like that when I’m supposed to be protecting you, Y/n. You don’t get it.” I stress, grabbing the hand not hooked up to an IV and cradling it in mine. “We’re in a hospital right now and you have broken bones. You were in a coma.” I want to yell my frustration suddenly.

“What don’t I get?” She asks.

“What?”

“You said I don’t get it, what don’t I get?”

“You… you’re everything to me.” I whisper as I run a finger gently down her bruised cheek, the swelling around her eye having gone down slightly.

Reader

I’m not entirely sure I heard him correctly. You’re everything to me. He said it like it was obvious, inevitable, easy.

“You-you can’t mean that.” I glance to my lap and pick at the coarse hospital blanket as my nerves get the better of me.

“Darlin’, I wouldn’t be here worried out of my mind if I didn’t.” His icy fingers tilt my chin up to meet his dark eyes. “You… you test me in every conceivable way and I can’t get enough.”

My throat closes up and I fumble for a response, “Jasper-”

“Don’t do that to me again, don’t run away from me like you can’t ask me for anything. Your safety is paramount and I don’t ever want to feel that helpless again.” His hand cradles the back of my head like it’s the finest piece of glass and my heart is ready to burst.

Just when I feel on the verge of a heart attack from his words, my nurse barges through my door.

“Is everything-“ but she stops short and smiles knowingly at Jasper perched on the edge of my bed, “Try to keep her heart rate down? You had me worried it was something much worse.”

I finally notice the quick beeping of my heart rate monitor and I swear, I could pass away right here from embarrassment. And if that weren’t enough, my nurse winks at Jasper as he replies “Yes ma’am.” with a sneaky grin to her on her way out.

I’m tempted to smack his arm for teasing me, but decide against it since it’s still tender from being sprained.

“You’re worse than my mom.” I grumble, trying to fold my arms while still attached to wires and an IV line.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t go comparing me to your mother.” Smiling to himself, he settles back into his chair as we wait for my evening round of medication.

He’ll be the death of me, my new mantra.

• March 20th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, AZ •

Reader

Discharge papers are signed, I’m dressed in new clothes Alice left for me, and I’m currently being wheeled to the exit by a nurse who adamantly refused to just let me walk out of here on my own. Thankfully Jasper isn’t here to witness this and is instead pulling the car around to the door with an overhang, conveniently providing him cover from the rising desert sun.

The heat is a dry blast to the face once the automatic doors slide open as I’m wheeled to the curb and I’m thankful Alice picked a light sundress. The thoughtfulness in her supernatural ability is just another reason to love her.

My nurse helps me stand as Jasper parks in front of us and jogs to my side. I catch him doing a double take as I turn to thank my nurse and grab the last of my things from her. I feel his eyes roam over me as I climb in the car and sure enough, once I sit and turn to him, I can tell he has thoughts he’s hesitating with.

Gently shutting my door, he returns to the driver’s seat and steers the car through the crowded parking lot.

“You look nice, darlin’.” He says, glancing at me momentarily.

“For someone this banged up?” I’m still sporting a bruise under my eye and a wrap on my injured wrist. My ribs have been protesting all the movement I’ve done since getting out of bed this morning.

“Even banged up you’re still gorgeous.” His compliment is quiet, but the words are echoing in my head and ratcheting my heart rate up yet again.

And I swear I hear him mutter through his teeth as I watch his fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “This is going to be a long car ride.”

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Eat You Whole

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Summary: An interplay between violence and love OR Dave shows up at your door looking half dead. WC: ~1400

Image disclaimer: The header is not meant to represent reader in any physical way. It’s more about the whole idea of dipping your tongue into a blood red fruit that has been cracked wide open.

Content/Warnings: Love as violence; smidge of love as consumption; technically minor offscreen character death – not described in the slightest; Dave is severely injured and the injuries are described; aggressive kissing, blood, oral m!receiving (facefucking), hair pulling (reader has hair), pain kink, crying, spit/drool, rough sex, dom!dave kinda, no prep for reader, unprotected PIV (do better), creampie, reader and dave hit each other (but like sexually), marking, treatment of injuries. No use of Y/N.

A/N: I really am blown away by the response to Ouroboros and was very inspired to continue the story due to your lovely comments! Technically can be a standalone. See endnotes for timeline explanation. Thanks to @beskarandblasters, @atinylittlepain, @idolatrybarbie, @theywhowriteandknowthings, and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for letting me bounce ideas off you and sorry Kel, you got outvoted <3

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If you must die, I’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body –Albert Camus

I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me –Françoise Sagan

You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it. Kiss me hard enough to invert me –Yves Olade

He’s at the door. You know it’s him though it’s been 9 days since the last. Skin mottled more yellow than purple, torn flesh knitted back together, barely anything left of him on you now.

He’s a lot worse off than you’d done to him. A bandage haphazardly wrapped around his head, covering his left eye and what you can see of his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition.

You dance fingertips over his cheek bone where vibrant fuschia and buttercup yellow marr normally golden skin. He flinches away from you. Split lip, swollen, still a shine of deep red in the cut, curling into a snarl.

You pull him inside by his shirt collar, kick the door shut. You’re furious. Sure hands sliding under his shirt, he grits his teeth as you pull it over his head. Now shaking hands trace the edges of a soaked gauze strip taped to wine stained ribs and he whimpers. Winces and trembles in a way you’ve never been privy to. He’s always taken stinging palms, digging claws, sinking teeth with little more than a growl. He’s never shown you his pain this blatantly before.

And it terrifies you. His job has always existed as an abstract concept, something that maybe explains his bent toward brutality, but not something you talked about. The battered state of the man in front of you rips whatever wool had covered your eyes away and it is devastating.

You could lose him. Nearly did. And you’d never have known what happened. This man who is both everything and nothing to you could be swept away with the ocean tide and you’d be left adrift. Wondering.

You press a kiss to his collarbone. Soft. Maybe softer than you have ever touched him before. Certainly with more care. His breath is shuddering as he wraps his arms around you, cradling you to his chest. You’re afraid to lean into him for fear of breaking him – this man you thought invincible not two minutes ago.

“Touch me, god damnit,” his voice rough as though he’d been screaming. Maybe he had.

“I don’t want to hurt you, David.” You say it into his chest. Forehead just barely grazing the skin there.

“Since when?” He grips you tighter, pulls you into him. His breath leaves his mouth in a huff like you gut punched him, but you feel his cock twitch against you.

Sick fuck. You unbuckle his belt and stuff your hand down his pants. He’s achingly hard, leaking into his boxers. He fists your hair in both hands and drags your mouth to his. You taste iron as you lick into his mouth, bite down on his already split lip.

You swallow his groans, you want to swallow him whole so that he can never come so close to leaving you again. Your fingertips dig in between his ribs reclaiming the flesh there. He is yours to tear apart, to put back together, and to dismantle all over again. Yours.

Your lips drag down sucking your claim into his neck, his shoulder, his chest. You sink to the floor, drag his pants down with you so his cock springs out. You have to have him in your mouth. It’s a desperation bordering on delirium. You take him down to the very root.

Hands still fisted in your hair, he drags you off him only to thrust back in. No care for your need to breathe or the bruises he batters into your soft palate and no care for your teeth clipping his cock. Tears stream down your face unchecked meeting drool spilling from the corners of your lips and settling in the hollow of your throat.

You think you could come like this, with him taking your throat and your hands wrapped around his thighs egging him on. He jerks you off of him with a guttural, almost primal yell, throwing you to the floor. He drops to his knees in front of your sprawled form.

“Take your clothes off.” Dominant even in such a supplicant pose, even when his features are etched with pain, his shoulders hunched as if to ward it off. You tear your shirt off, shorts and utterly soaked panties quickly following.

He surges forward, sheathes himself inside you, and oh it hurts. He has torn you open and spilled your guts on the floor. Your wetness does little to ease the feeling of being split open like this. You bring your hands to his face, press your thumbs into his purpling cheek bones in retaliation.

The snarl he lets out is feral, animal, but he crashes his lips into yours. He snaps his hips into you again and again, your moans and his broken, strangled cries mingling on your tongues. You drive a knee into his ribcage and he screams, rears back and slaps you across the face. You come instantly, writhing beneath him on the floor as your cunt seizes around him. His hips stutter to a stop as he comes deep inside you. He falls into you, covering and filling you completely.

After an eternity or only a moment he slides off of you, not recoiling in his usual manner. His body still touches yours, legs tangled, his arm across your torso. He must have bled through the bandage on his ribs, your skin smeared red below his arm.

“What happened to you, Dave?” Now he recoils. Rolls completely away from you and sits up, his back to you. You have to know. It’s burning you up inside. The fear. You crawl to him on your hands and knees. Tentatively, for fear of him running away, you reach out. Let your hand rest on his shoulder. When he doesn’t flinch away you run your fingers up his neck, into his hair, onto the bandage.

You start to unwind it and he sits, statuesque, facing away. The fabric falls to the floor and he turns to look at you. There’s an empty space where his left eye should be. Crusted blood like smeared mascara below the gaping wound of his eye socket.

“Fuck.” You whisper it before you can stop yourself. It’s grotesque. Brutalist.

He jerks his head back around to face the wall, but you grip his chin and pull him back to you. You press the barest kiss to his left brow. “Will this happen again?” He shakes his head minutely. Whatever threat caused this has been dealt with. You feel like you can breathe for the first time since he showed up at your door.

Another gentle kiss. You’ve never been gentle with him or he with you. It puts a crack through your chest, the way his one brown eye clouds with something like longing.

You let go of his face and he drops his head into his hands. You stand and go to your bathroom. You do not stop to take stock of your marked skin in the mirror this time. Instead, you collect gauze, medical tape, bandages, rubbing alcohol, a needle and thread.

This is not the first time you’ve needed it. Not when the darkest parts of you slither out to meet the darkest parts of Dave and you rend flesh from each other’s bodies. And this is not the first time Dave has shown up with the remnants of a job still on him.

You kneel between his bent knees, peel the ruined bandage from his skin. You brush your lips down his chest and over the gaping chasm between his ribs. His breath hitches in his throat. He slips a hand into your hair and pulls your mouth to his. Licks blood you for once did not draw yourself off your lips. No teeth clacking, biting, tearing – soft and plush lips pressed firm over yours.

You clean the blood from his wounds. Rewrap his eye. Stitch the skin of his ribs while he grinds his teeth, a whimper falling out from behind closed lips. Another press of lips over new gauze.

When you’re finished you stand and tug his hair til he stands too. You kiss him softly before crossing the room and crawling into bed.

He looks up at the ceiling and takes two deep breaths, taps his fingers on his thigh, and then he joins you.

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Timeline notes: I’ve done some timeline fuckery. In Ouroboros, Robert has already loaded up Carol and the kids and taken them off to some safe house a few months before. Dave meets reader after that. This installment takes place after what is his SPOILER [Death Scene] in the movie, but he wins the fight. Barely. Robert meets the same fate that Dave did in the movie.

Tagging people who seemed to like the first one!

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