#He probably doesn't sweat but let's pretend

[frmisnow]

˙✧˖ ?! — MORNING MISTAKES. - SUGGESTIVE

— ‧₊˚ — ☕️ : "oh wow, i just knew i was forgetting something when i leaving ??"

summary. your boyfriend forgets his coffee for practice on purpose every day just so you "happen" to come across it and bring it to him -- what if on one particular day it's hard for him to let you leave the practice room?

warnings/includes. idol! jungkook x f! reader, needy kook (rly rly doesn't want you leaving him), kinda fluffy?? idk he's so dear to me, also kinda SUGGESTIVE tho, pretty new relationship hinted?, making out, cursing, ass slapping/touching

god you felt like you were in highschool again.

that silly little tingling feeling in your tummy as you made your way through the large hybe building, the receptionist just giving you a quick glance with that familar smile that she has been giving you ever since kook has been making his annual 'slip-offs' or as he calls it: "morning mistakes"

i mean- he was so painfully obvious about it, every time you entered the black dance practice room that instantly made you feel small, his background dancers started giggling somewhere in the background sometimes even pushing him towards you, apropos him- who was always smiling like an idiot, like he just got caught red-handed on an accident yet at the same time his acting always being horribly poor.

this time when you came into the room he was immediately at the door, like he had been studying the clock analysing when you might show up, playing with his left lip ring, eyes wide doed as he pretended to be shocked at the coffee in your hand, "oh wow, i just knew i was forgetting something when i leaving"

before you could even think of what to respond, he kissed you so gently, his hands cupping your face with so much softness as the dancers cheered in the back, he hid his head in your nape like drunk, chuckling till pushing the both of you out the room, closing the door behind, the noises now muffled yet audible.

he kissed you once more, like he had been starved of your presence and lips for days as if he hadn't loved you in any way physically possible the night before, robbing you of any sleep.

pushing him away from your body, his hands which were just beginning to travel over you being seperated just for a split second, "you stink"

his mouth opened and closed again, that faint smirk he always did when you said any of your stupid comments plastered all over his face when he shrugged casually, "probably all the sweat from dancing with all those girls earlier, 3d is really perfor-"

you shutted him up right then & there and truthfully he was probably expecting it as his arms wrapped around your frame, greedy hands squeezing and gently kneading wherever they could - in this case your ass.

"don't do that jackass-" you mumbled against his lips, taking his hands away from your skin when in response he made that instant sound of disapproval, tiny 'tsk tsk' from his direction recognizable.

"my hands just slipped, i just had to- y'know," while he was speaking his hands 'accidently' moving to your tits, getting pushed away by yours instantly, "that's just how my hands work, you wouldn't get it" he rolled his eyes for comedic effect but whined as you guided his hands once again to himself and the choreographer shouted something something about his name VERY loudly.

he pretended not to hear a thing as he kissed you like he wouldn't be able to see you for years, like on the titanic, like forces where doing everything to seperate the both of you - which they kind of were, considering the choreographer was still yelling, footsteps approaching.

you squeezed his ass jokingly, slapping it quickly as you ran away from him, the second the choreographer stepped outside the door - immediately beginning to scold kook as all he could do is watch over your figure which was gradually getting smaller and smaller once you finally stepped into the escalator, blowing him a final dramatic kiss through the air, smiling yourself.

your ass would be getting the attention it really deserved tonight, that's what he promised himself for sure.

#bts ff #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts imagines #bts x you #jungkook smut #jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #kpop smut #jungkook bts #jungkook ff #kpop ff #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x fem!reader

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 35

part 1 | part 34 | ao3

cw: Fred slander apologies to any Freds

“Okayyy,” Robin says with a shaky laugh as she points at everyone in the booth, going around the circle and introducing them in a single breath. “Amy-Tim-Vickie-Beth-Grant-Jordan-Fred, aaand Nancy. You, um, you already know— Nancy... r-right,” she stammers at Steve’s pointed glare, “so, um. Anyway!”

She grabs him by the shoulders; shoves him front and center like he’s a really cool new toy she brought to class for show-and-tell. “Everyone, this is Steve! Steve, this is—”

“You don’t have to say it again.”

“Oh, thank god.” She slides into the booth with a relieved huff, and Steve scoots in after her.

Despite the awkward tension and that bonkers introduction, everyone at the table does their best to act cool, to say hello and make him feel welcome while they wait for the band to start. Grant slides him the basket of fries, and Jordan compliments his watch, and Vickie asks if he’s coming to the last football game of the season, voice high and shy as she rambles about how ‘Robin’s solo in the halftime show is sooo good, you really should come see it!’ and wow.

Is Robin vain or something? She’s got a crush on a clone of herself.

Steve munches on fries and keeps an eye on the stage, hoping to catch Eddie before the show starts, and the whole thing’s… not so bad, actually. Kind of decent. Almost nice, until Fred fucking Benson ruins it. Steve’s saying something about the basketball team’s chances this season when the little asshole rolls his eyes and leans in to stage-whisper to Nancy loud enough for the whole table to hear, “The Hair? Seriously? What’s he even doing here?”

...Yeah, fuck this. “He’s getting a drink,” Steve says and storms off to the bar.

—

He’s not getting that drink.

Turns out a tenner isn’t a big enough bribe to get a bartender to break the law, so Steve nurses a diet Coke that he pretends is a lager and refuses to even look in the direction of the booth. Fucking Fred. What an asshole.

And what a stupid name, too, like— who looks at a baby and thinks, yep, looks like a Fred to me? Ugh.

Robin, bless her, has the good sense to leave him alone for a couple minute until he cools off, but then the music starts and she comes over to shout ‘stop moping and dance with me!’ and that’s the end of that.

—

The band is fucking awesome.

Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this: high energy, tight rhythms, a driving beat that makes him want to dance. The bass reverberates through the floor, up his shins and through his chest, and for a second it almost feels like he has his hearing back, like his whole body is a wall of noise, filled with the wail of Eddie’s guitar, the scratchy rasp of his singing voice, and Eddie's…

Eddie’s amazing. Lightning in a bottle as he bounces around the stage, hips moving to the rhythm, fingers blurring over the frets. He looks so fucking hot. Denim vest, silver rings, jeans showing a delicious amount of skin — skin Steve has put his mouth on; tattoos he’s tasted with his tongue.

God, he can’t wait to kiss him. Is probably going to combust if it doesn’t happen tonight. Or like, come in his jeans, more realistically.

They dance and jump and shout along to the covers they recognize, and when Eddie dips backstage to let the band do an instrumental thing, Steve shakes the sweat out of his eyes and heads to the bar for a water.

—

"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asks.

Steve sighs. This is what he gets for wandering off alone. Robin's still by the stage, twirling Vickie around swing-style to a frantic, jazzy drum solo in a move that's actually pretty impressive even if it makes no sense with the music, and Steve resigns himself to his fate and nods at the empty stool beside him.

They sip their drinks in silence — awkward and charged, old hurts hanging between them like static waiting to strike. "Sorry about Fred," she says eventually. "And- and for me, too, I guess."

Steve huffs a laugh. Appreciates the sentiment, even if it doesn't change anything. "It's fine."

She glances over at him, that journalistic focus etched into her face. “How are you?” she asks softly.

Another laugh under his breath. He thinks about answering her honestly, just to entertain himself. Pictures the way her face would fall as he went on and on: "Oh, you know. My mom left me to go ‘rest' in Evanston, like I don’t know that means she went to rehab without saying a goddamn word, and when I called my aunt to yell at her about it, she said some ice cold shit about how I should be happy my mom left me, because now I can keep the money from the lot fees all to myself, and I said ‘what lot fees?’ and it turns out mom had been hiding, like, a lot of money from me while I stressed out about our budget for months. Oh! And also my dad’s dead, but you knew that already. And also I want to hump my neighbor against a brick wall so bad my dick is turning purple. How are you?"

"...Steve?" she tries after a moment.

“I’m good,” he settles on. Gives the bullshit answer because that's all they've ever been to each other, isn't it? Bullshit. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells her, "and you?"

"I'm fine." Her smile is tight, bags under her tired eyes, and then she sighs out long and slow, "Actually, I'm not. Everything's been..."

Steve tries to listen, but he just can't bring himself to care. Doesn't want to hear about whatever drama she's going through with the guy she dumped him for. And then Eddie comes back out on stage, and he's looking out into the crowd, and no fucking way is Steve letting him look over here and think he's cozied up with Nance. No fucking way. Nancy's ruined enough good things for him already.

"Sorry," he cuts her off, not feeling sorry at all as he stands up and walks off without looking back at her.

"Steve?" She calls after him. "Hey- wait!"

Steve makes his way to the front of the crowd.

“Howdy,” Eddie greets the room, stepping up to the mic with a Hollywood-worthy grin. His guitar’s strapped over his back, the neck pointing to the ground, and he looks so good up there. So comfortable and real.

And his outfit's different now. The denim vest is gone, and he's wearing a cut off tank top. The tank top; the one he wore that night, loose around the arms to expose his pretty, painted ribs. Steve looks up at him, transfixed. Like staring straight at the sun.

“How’s everybody doing?”

The group at the stage all whoop and cheer, and Eddie laughs delightedly; thanks them all for coming, thanks the tech and service crews. He introduces the band next, pointing each member out by name and letting them do a little solo, and then he swings his guitar over his shoulder and says, “We got one last song for you tonight!”

More cheering from the crowd. Eddie plants his feet and scans the room, a small, secret smile lighting up his gorgeous face when his eyes land on Steve. Just for a second before he looks away, but that smile stays firm, and Steve knows the next words are meant for him.

“Now, this isn’t our usual style, but uh… a little birdie told me someone here might need to hear this.”

Eddie strums his guitar. The opening notes of Go Your Own Way ring out, sped up and made grittier to fit the band's sound. Steve’s heart is in his throat.

“Good morning, sweetheart," Eddie beams as his bandmates join in, "this one’s for you.”

—

part 36

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #fred benson #mean girl steve realizing that actually you can just walk the fuck away #my writing #my fic

[roosterr]

white flag ✹ epilogue

note: im kinda sad to say, but this will be the final part of this series! im so so grateful for all the love and support for it, this was honestly so fun to write! i hope everyone enjoys and have a wonderful day/night!!!!<3<3<3

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

no use of y/n

reader's callsign is 'stingray'

summary: your night in date with simon :)

warnings: domesticity, so much fluff, soap and gaz are wingmen again, tiny bit of light angst

ao3

【prev】

of all the things in this world that could be considered intimidating, flowers were the last thing simon would put on that list; but the brightly coloured flora seemed to have a paralysing effect on him as he stands in the tiny flower shop.

with a quiet, defeated groan to himself, he dials johnny's number and presses his phone to his ear.

"what flowers am i supposed to buy?" he blurts no sooner than soap picks up, not even bothering to greet him in his haste.

"hello to you too?" johnny mumbles, his confusion evident. a moment passes before he registers what simon asked, "oh! wait," he laughs, his voice getting further away as he lowers his phone to call out, "gaz, get out here! lt.'s buyin' sting flowers!"

simon considers hanging up then and there, but he's severely out of his depth and unfortunately, soap and gaz are his only hope.

"oh i see, he needs an expert opinion, does he?" kyle's teasing gets louder as he approaches soap, and he can hear the smile in both the sergeants' voices.

really, simon should've known they wouldn't let him off easy.

"christ alive…" he keeps his voice as low as possible, pinching the bridge of his nose in the corner of the small shop. "just help me, you pillock." the cashier has been staring at him since he walked in, and honestly, he doesn't blame them; a giant man in a mask isn't exactly the regular clientele for a florist.

"uh, probably their favourite?" soap suggests, the sound of gaz's muffled chuckling just about audible in the background.

"they don't have 'em." simon replies, his eyes darting over the vibrant display one last time in the hopes that the answer would somehow appear.

"nah, you want roses, mate." gaz interjects, and he hears soap make an agreeing noise.

simon hums. "aren't they too… cliché?" he asks, stepping over to the large display of rose bouquets. it's the classic choice, he's aware of that much, but whether or not you'd prefer something more unique was weighing on his mind. this was something he never expected to have to worry about.

"no! they're romantic," gaz insists, his amusement still very evident in his voice, "trust me mate, sting'll love them."

simon contemplates his point for a moment, staring at the deep red petals and trying to imagine the look on your face if he gave them to you. you'd been happy with a handful of squashed flowers he'd stolen from the flowerbeds on base, so he doubted you'd turn your nose up at them. it doesn't take him long to make a decision.

"alright, cheers." he mutters, grabbing a lively looking bouquet of a dozen from the display and making his way over to the cashier – who was quickly trying to pretend they hadn't been staring.

"you'll need to give us a debrief–" soap begins, but he's cut off by simon hanging up and shoving his phone back in his pocket. he gets the feeling he won't be hearing the end of this for quite some time.

✹✹✹

it's only when he's standing outside the door to your room that the nerves finally start to set in. he can't help but feel like an idiot, fidgeting on the spot about to knock on your door like a lovestruck teenager, almost crushing the stems of the roses with his iron grip.

he knocks twice, before he has the chance to change his mind and back out. not even a second later, you're pulling the door open and regarding him with that warm look that has his palms sweating.

you're wearing casual clothes, and so is he, as per the agreement you made to keep this 'date' simple. it doesn't matter what you're wearing though; he's seen you covered head to toe in blood, sweat, mud, and whatever else, and you still manage to be utterly breathtaking in every way.

with a nervous cough, simon holds out the rose bouquet to you, hoping you don't notice the way his hands are shaking.

"wha…" you blink in surprise at the flowers, taking them from him and admiring them with a tiny smile. "you bought these, right? didn't just rip 'em out of someone's garden?" you raise a teasing eyebrow at him, your smile turning more playful.

"yes, i bought them." he grumbles lightheartedly, a smile of his own forming under his balaclava. the way you effortlessly diffuse the tension has his anxieties melting away.

"thank you." you breathe, softly caressing the vermillion petals. "they're lovely, i love them."

simon let's out a quiet sigh of relief at your affirmation. "good; cost me a tenner, they did."

the laugh you let out is like music to his ears. "well, i'm sorry to bankrupt you." you grin, turning back into your room and carefully putting the bouquet in the vase on the mantle. after making sure the arrangement looks nice, you come to stand in front of him again.

simon's not sure how to continue, the nerves from earlier resurfacing as the conversation fades. the way you're watching him expectantly, he feels the urge to take you by the hand – and as if you read his his mind, you hold it out for him. he places his hand in yours, squeezing gently and leading you the short distance to the kitchen.

he'd set the table earlier, having found an only slightly discoloured tablecloth buried in the back of the cupboards. it's a little sad, but it was the best he could come up with.

"wow," you tease, the same playful smile as before on your lips as you meet his eyes, "so fancy."

he snorts, ushering you over to your chair and pulling out for you. "only the best for your majesty." he preens at your happiness when you laugh again, glad for the mask covering what he's sure is an obvious blush.

he occupies himself by grabbing the two plates he'd finished preparing a minute ago, just before he'd met you at your door.

"i made spag bol." simon mutters as he sets them down on the table. he keeps an eye on your expression as he takes his seat opposite you, anticipation of whatever response you may have.

"fine by me," you say, an easy smile lifting your features. "it's almost the perfect candlelit dinner, all we're missing is the candle."

simon blinks. "you don't like candles." he replies, a hint of confusion in his gaze when he meets your eye.

"no," you smile fondly, looking down at your plate. "i don't."

a comfortable silence falls over the room as you both start to eat. the warmth and normality of it all makes simon’s heart swell with affection. he's happy, content, being here with you, even doing something as monotonous as eating dinner. you make it worth enjoying.

"how is it?" he asks once you've both finished, once again waiting apprehensively for your reaction.

"it's great," you give him a lopsided smile, resting your chin on your hand as you look at him. "thanks for cooking."

simon quirks an eyebrow at you. "you don't have to lie." he mutters, feeling the tips of his ears burn under your intense gaze.

"okay, well, don't quit your day job." you chuckle, standing up and making your way over to the sink with your plate in your hands.

he huffs a small laugh, and joins you at the sink with his own plate. "you're crushin' my dreams here."

"sorry, chef." you grin and gesture to the washing up in the sink. "you wash, i'll dry?"

"if your majesty insists."

you turn on the radio for some quiet background noise, and the two of you start cleaning up in tandem. it's nice, how you can work together so seamlessly with no need for words. he's struck again by the thought that if he were alone this would be a chore, but with you beside him, he finds such a tedious job surprisingly pleasant.

simon hands the last dish to you, and as you take it your fingers brush against his hand. the way he flinches away from your touch is unconscious, and when he looks over to you he expects you to pity him, or be offended by his action – but your face holds neither of those things.

you're just drying the dish he handed you, the same content expression on your face that had been there all night, as if you didn't even notice.

"sorry." he mumbles, his gaze falling from your face to your hands as you work.

simon loves you. he shouldn't be afraid of your touch. he wants to touch you, and for you to touch him. he doesn't know why he reacted like that.

"don't be." you utter, soft and compassionate, and his heart feels like it's about to burst out of his chest. for the third time that night, he's hit full force with how wonderful you are.

there's no judgement, no probing questions, nothing. you understood him, even though you had no idea why he acts this way.

you turn away, your back to him as you store the dishes in the cabinets. you hadn't been looking at him before, but now he was sure you couldn't see him, he feels his throat constrict with the overwhelming urge to burst into tears.

simon takes your free hand and you pause, still facing away as you wait for his next move.

he takes a small step closer, minimising the space between you, and rests his forehead against the back of your head. with his eyes screwed shut, he takes a deep breath and inhales the familiar scent of you. his grip on your hand tightens slightly.

you lean back into him, a quiet sigh escaping you as you squeeze his hand in return. neither of you say a word, but you don't have to. he feels how you love him in the way you never expect more from him than he can give.

it's the most peace he's felt in years.

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[naivegh0ul]

that post about ghost being into you ignoring him,,

I thirst for more

the brainrot is reeeeaaal ughhh

I wanna cockwarm him but instead of grinding and whining and complaining that I want him to fill me so good like I usually do I wanna just sit there and actually cockwarm him, pretend he isn’t there, go on my phone and maybe respond to all the guys in my DMs right in front of him, maybe linger on one dick pick from some rando just to rile him up and watch out of the corner of my eye as his twitches in frustration, but he won’t say anything about it :(( I wanna be sitting in the living room on the couch all sweet and pretty and have him come up to me and try to grind on me or get me to touch him but all I’ll do is lay there and read my book or watch my show, pull my hands out of his when he tries to pull them towards his cock for me to stroke him :(( he’d be so mad and pent up after probably only a day, and when he does get to slip his cock into my tight hole?? baby I’d pretend I couldn’t feel anything and start reading some yummy smut while he ruts into me :(( but it’s okay bc he likes it and it gets him off and makes him try harder to please me, so it’s a win-win!!

YESSS you get me this is exactly what I was thinking.

He thinks that if he gets you in his lap and stuffs you full of his cock, he'll get a reaction. Maybe have you squirming and whining. But you just sit there, on that stupid little phone of yours.

And god, if you even dare start looking at some other guy's dick pics? He gets so mad, hands balling into fists and his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. He knows he should control himself, at least on the outside.

On the inside, he's fuming. He's picturing kicking that guy's ass, beating him to a pulp and then sending you a photo of his limp, unconscious body. Just the thought of it gets his cock twitching inside you, has him groaning and bucking his hips up into you.

You're so right about sitting and looking all pretty on the couch for him. In your cute little pyjamas, book in hand as you smile and get butterflies from what's happening in the story. You haven't look up from your book in ages (it's been 10 minutes) and he really wants you right now.

He tries so hard to get your attention, pulling out all the stops. He spreads his thighs, rubbing them lightly as he groans and shifts his hips. No response. So he tries something a little more hands on, shuffling closer to run his hands along your torso and chest. Still, no response.

When he tries to grab your hand to pull it away from the book, you let him; teasing him a little, leading him on. You let him pull your hand towards his crotch, his sweats tented from where his cock is hard and leaking but you don't let him put your hand on it, simply pulling your hand back and flipping the page nonchalantly.

Once this goes on for longer than a day, and you're denying him what he wants, he gets really annoyed. He's walking around the house with a permanent hard-on, sometimes waking up to find himself grinding against your ass.

It's torture and he loves it.

When he finally manages to get his hands on you, it's over for him. He's cumming before he's even fully inside you, just the tip pressed into your hole as he moans and throws his head back. You don't care, acting as if you can't feel Ghost's thick cock stretching you out and twitching inside you as he cums.

And Ghost is determined to make you react. Anything, a shaky sigh, a tiny moan, anything. Just something to show that, yes, he does affect you. His balls slapping against your ass does affect you.

He does affect you - he does have you fingering yourself in the bathroom when he goes to bed because you're so pent up from not letting Ghost touch you - but he doesn't know that. To him, you're completely fine. You don't care when he bottoms out and cums again, choosing to rut against your ass slowly so he doesn't shoot his load for the third time.

Don't even think about pulling up some smut on your phone because that will be his last straw. As much as he absolutely loves being ignored, loves seeing your bored little expression as he fingers you open, he wants you to react. He needs you to react.

So that phone is being tossed onto the carpeted floor and you're being flipped onto your back, your legs slung over Ghost's shoulders as he puts you into a mating press and enters you again, leaning down so you're face to face and Ghost can watch the minute details of your expression, checking to see if your eyebrows furrow a little or if your eyes cloud over and your lips part.

#i wrote this all in one sitting #without my glasses on #sorry for any mistakes #gender neutral reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x gender neutral reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #24

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.3k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

The moment you sink down his length, your and Jungkook's breath turns into a sharp intake of air. Your walls are swallowing him, welcoming every inch of him with greediness and you take it as your mission to sink down onto him in one go. When you succeed with that and Jungkook's throbbing length is fully nestled inside you, you take that time to let out a long sigh as you bring yourself to relax. It's incredible how amazingly he stretches your walls while it feels like you're experiencing this for the first time. You're not, you're definitely not, considering you've had sex with him a couple of times. But still, every time it feels as if it's new and better each time.

"Holy shit," Jungkook breathes, feeling you clenching around him while you're barely moving, still adjusting to sudden stretch. "I could never get enough of this."

Your insides tickle with a sudden pride and confidence, meanwhile your head is screaming at him to shut up. Fuck, he's so good with words and at everything that involves sex and him as a person. You wish he wasn't your best friend, hating him would be a great option right now.

Letting your palms sprawl against his stomach, you slowly lift yourself, carefully not letting him slip out before you drop yourself back. You whimper, finding it hard to control your thrusts to make both of you feel good when you feel like you're about to cum any second. You know it'd take just a few thrusts and maybe five minutes until you're cumming undone all over again. However, you want this to last longer and a huge part of you doesn't want to disappoint Jungkook.

"Take your time," he tells you gently, his own voice strained. It must be torture for him to feel your walls clenching around him but without you moving or giving him at least some kind of friction. It doesn't surprise you that he's sweet, reminding you that you should take it at your own pace.

Little does he know that your mind is thinking dozens of things at the same time and he's in every one of them.

You watch his eyes flicker between your bodies, his head propped on his pillow gives him a better view at your connected bodies. He can't see much, but just the sight of your breasts, stomach and legs sprawled over him is just enough. The rest of it he can imagine, maybe it's better he can't see his dick and your pussy. He'd probably cum too fast.

His hands find their way to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as you bite your lower lip in response. Deciding you need to feel more, and that his dick nestled inside of you is not enough anymore, you lift yourself again and drop yourself back, but not entirely. This way, you create a slow and gentle pace that makes you adjust to his size even more, until it gets more bearable and your own body pleads for more. With that, you pick up pace and fully lean against Jungkook's chest with your hands all over him. He helps you, lifting you by holding the underside of your ass cheeks while he meets your thrusts by buckling his hips into yours halfway. Your body feels hot, too hot to the point you feel like you're on fire. Your hair smack against your back with each thrust and you feel sweat creating on your naked and exposed skin, but that doesn't stop you. You're more than aware that at the end of this, you're both going to be sweaty.

"Mhm," Jungkook groans, the back of your thighs slapping against the top of his, creating a sinful sound inside his bedroom. "That's it, baby. You feel so good."

You almost purr at his praise, but you can't bring yourself to react in any other way than just moaning back. The combination of his hard length thrusting into you and his balls smacking against your puckered hole, is leaving you breathless and you know you're loosing it. Even the way your breasts bounce adds some kind of pleasure into this. Slowly, your thrusts come to a halt and you pry your eyes open to check Jungkook, whose brows are furrowed in pleasure and mouth open. He opens his eyes slowly, glancing at your breasts that are no longer bouncing and he almost pouts at that. His hands twitch to touch them, wanting to feel those soft mounds of yours but before he can even lift his hands, you're already sliding off him.

Jungkook is left confused, too fucked out to say anything. However, before his mind can comprehend that his pleasure has been cut off, you're straddling him again this time facing him with your back. Sinking back onto him is quicker this time but still causes pleasure to shoot straight to your bodies.

"Oh, fuck," you moan out as soon as you start riding him, the angle causing his length hitting deeper as you feel him pressed against your walls.

At first, he's helping you lift your hips up with every thrust but then his hands that were gripping your hips leave, and his next target are your bouncing breasts that unfortunately for him, he can't see. But he doesn't mind, he reaches for them and starts squeezing them until he gives your nipples a little pinch. Your mouth falls open at that, eyes rolling back as another wave of much more intense pleasure shoots straight through your entire body. Only one thought is on your mind and that is; you can't stop. You've to keep going as you feel yourself clenching around Jungkook's cock that's throbbing inside of you. You wish you could feel him better, even though the condoms he buys are super thin, you can only imagine how he'd feel bare. God, you can imagine him cumming inside of you and you wonder how that feels like. With a few more pinching of your nipples coming from none other than Jungkook, whose main mission is focused on your breasts, and Jungkook's little grunts, you're cumming without warning. There's no time to say something, your body reacts automatically and the knot in your stomach snaps as your walls keep uncontrollably clenching around Jungkook's cock.

Jungkook must've knew you're cumming, he could certainly read all the signs coming from you, even though this one just hits different. You calm down, leaning yourself against Jungkook's calves that gives him a perfect view of your backside that he certainly appreciates. He's still fully hard inside of you and you're almost embarrassed that you came that quick.

"Come on, baby," he says, hand slowly caressing your lower back as he moves to your ass and gives it a squeeze. "One more." he jerks his hips up, his cock hitting you deep as you gasp at the overstimulation.

You can feel your heart in your throat, beating loudly from the amount of strength you put into this. Fuck, your stamina is bad. 

"I can't," you murmur, slowly lifting yourself but still clutching his knees this time as you use it as a support for your tired body. "I'll just suck you off." you suggest, not seeing Jungkook's frown.

That is, until you turn around and he pouts slowly, shaking his head. "Come on, I know you can take more," he says low, voice raspy while his eyes turn darker and slowly starts thrusting up.

Closing your eyes, you don't protest as you slowly start rolling your hips to give it a try. If it doesn't feel good and you can't take it, you're done and he'll just have to accept it. However, you're too busy trying to focus on your body and the slightest pleasure that slowly awakens, not noticing Jungkook reaching for the toy until it's pressed against your clit.

"Shhh, trust me." he shushes your once he hears your whimpering, turning on the toy.

Fuck, this man is a maniac. He's stuffing you full, sending another pleasure to your clit while using the sex toy he specifically bought for you. God, if he isn't perfect then no one is. Lifting your hips up, you start repeating your previous action as he keeps the toy pressing against your clit before he starts rubbing it over the swollen bud.

"Fuck, Jungkook," you groan, back arching as another flame sets inside of you and you feel yourself getting even more hungry for him.

"You're doing so good, baby," he groans, pressing the toy even more against you which makes you moan. "So fucking sexy, look at you. Riding my cock."

"Shut up," you choke out, causing him to chuckle at your response and quick dismissal. "You're gonna make me cum."

"That's the intention," he chuckles again, his free hand slowly touching your ass before he starts circling your puckered hole. "I wish you could see yourself, riding my cock like a needy bitch."

"Did you just call me a bitch?" you ask him breathlessly, voice absent of actual anger since you're too busy riding him. With your ass slapping against his faint patch of black hair and abdomen, he seems to be handling his hands pretty well and doesn't find it hard.

"Yeah, I did," he tells you, amusement thick in his low voice.

Fuck, he's everywhere. You feel him inside of you, one hand pressing the vibrating toy against your clit that's already swollen and his other hand circling your puckered hole.

"Has anyone fucked your ass?" he asks, as if he's not fucking you and trying to hold a conversation.

You almost choke on your spit, chasing your orgasm and if you weren't so hungry for it, you'd probably scold him for asking such a question. However, considering the current situation and how literally everything feels so erotic and ten thousand times hotter than usual, you clench around him because of his dirty mind.

"No," you gasp, feeling him pressing his thumb against your hole while you're losing your tempo.

"Will you let me?"

Fuck.

"Jungkook," you moan, whining when he puts the toy slightly off your clit. Even his hands around your puckered hole go away and you feel him sitting up, chest brushing against your back before he surprises you by his hand making an appearance on your neck.

He hugs it with his huge hand, all while you're bouncing on him. He presses the sex toy against your clit again and you cry out in pleasure. Fuck, you're not going to make it out alive.

"I asked you something," he spits, putting a pressure around your neck. You're still able to breathe, he's being extra careful not to cut your oxygen while his lips brush against your earlobe. "Will you let me fuck it one day?"

In this position and in the heat of this moment, you'd promise him anything. Your mind is elsewhere, understanding and at the same time completely clueless about what he's asking. But how can you resist when he feels so good, you feel sweat coating your body that's set on flame thanks to your best friend.

"Yes," you moan out, "Yes!" you almost scream, surprising yourself for being so vocal this time. You can't go without being a moaning mess with occasional whimpering and gasps, but this is new.

The pleasure starts to become unbearable and just like before, with Jungkook pressing the toy even more and meeting your thrusts as much as his position allows him to, his hand wrapped around your neck slowly squeezing it is the final touch you need.

"Cumming!" you manage to gasp out, body going completely still as you let orgasm overtake your body. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before, whatever happened you let your body do its thing as you feel like someone just ripped a soul out of you.

Jungkook's cock twitches and with a few desperate thrusts into you, he growls as he's cumming as well. "Fuuuck." he groans, filling the condom with his cum as his cock keeps twitching.

When he's done, he feels your body leaning against him and he groans at the sudden pressure of you. Pressing a soft kiss to your temple, he chuckles into your ear. "That was so fucking hot," he murmurs, nose nudging your hair as he takes a deep breath of your scent.

You must be stinky from all the sweat and sex smell that's coating your skin, but Jungkook doesn't seem to mind. He's probably in the very same state like you're.

"Hey, are you there? Y/N," he murmurs, voice growing slightly worried when you respond with a groan only. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better glimpse of your face. As soon as you open your eyes and blink a couple of times, almost like you're waking up from the trance, he sighs in relief. "I thought I lost you for a moment." he chuckles, hugging you closer to him as he kisses your cheek.

Softening inside of you, he starts slipping out of you but in your position it's very hard and causes Jungkook to hiss.

"I need you to move, baby. Can you do that for me?" he asks softly, his body providing a perfect heat for your own.

Your body was completely burning just a few minutes ago and now the chilly air, despite Jungkook's room temperature is just fine, starts hugging your body.

Listening to him, you're doing your best to lift yourself up to allow him fully slip out of you. Without Jungkook's strong hands that make sure you're not falling or losing balance, you wouldn't be able to make it on your own. It's until you see his thighs completely drenched alongside the sheets underneath your bodies.

"W-what?" you mumble confusingly, feeling Jungkook sitting on his knees behind you as he leans forward to you and kisses the back of your neck.

You blush at that, eyes still staring at those drenched sheets.

"You squirted," he tells you casually, causing you to swallow down your saliva wrong as you start coughing.

Jungkook notices your widened eyes and pink color that starts settling on your cheeks, that are still very pinkish from the sex. "And it was fucking hot."

"I peed on you?" you ask in utter horror, slowly looking at his cheeky grin that slowly drops.

"Well, don't say it like that," he points out, "Have you done that before?" he asks, standing up as you watch him disposing of the condom himself.

"What peed on someone?" you almost screech, causing him to snort.

"No, you moron. Squirted." he says and flicks your forehead when he's standing at the end of bed.

Frowning, you try to slap his hand but you're too slow which causes him to give you a cheeky grin while he throws the condom into the bin that's in his bedroom.

"You're such an idiot," you scoff, "No, I haven't. This is the first time." you answer, already feeling disgusted when you smell yourself and feel the wet sheets underneath you.

"Should I run you a bath?" he asks, still standing in front of you completely naked, not even an ounce of shame visible on him. This man... 

"I think I'll just take a shower, I need to get home." you tell him, slowly standing up as you feel your cum slowly dripping down your thighs.

Jungkook's eyes drop between your legs, almost cockily grinning at your swollen pussy, before he looks back at you and a worry flickers in his eyes.

"Are you sure? You really seemed out of it," he says, eyeing you as he sees your legs slightly shaking.

Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Jungkook doesn't hesitate and goes to support your body as you purse your lips in embarrassment. However, Jungkook doesn't think any of this is embarrassing, quite the opposite. He's the one who's done this to you, it strokes his male ego once again.

Fuck Haechan, or whatever his name is. He could never make you feel this way.

"You could just stay the night." he offers, slowly leading the two of you into the bathroom.

"I can't, I don't have any clothes here and I need to get home anyway." you tell him, feeling like you're hurting him with declining his offer which is completely stupid.

It was just an idea and you know how caring he is. As much as appealing it sounds, spending another night at Jungkook's, you really do need to get back home. It was definitely fun to spend some more time with him, it's better than coming home and being alone again. But you don't have any more clothes and you can't wear the same thing for three days in a row. Also, you need to do some cleaning anyway.

You stand in front of the shower while Jungkook turns on the water and makes sure it's warm. Glancing back at you, he doesn't hide the obvious pout as he murmurs a soft "Okay."

"Kook, you know I'd love to stay. You know I don't like to be alone," Not always though, but living alone isn't as fun as someone might think. Especially when these days spent with Jungkook were incredible. "But I've to get home." you remind him softly, seeing him giving you a grimace as he chuckles.

"It's okay, Y/N," he assures you, "No big deal, although I'll miss you."

Your breath gets caught up in your throat as you stare at him with big eyes. Although Jungkook doesn't see what he said as a big deal, it doesn't have any effect on him whatsoever as he turns back to the shower and stretches his arm, like the gentleman he is, to let you in first.

"Oh no, you're not showering with me." you frown, shaking your head at him while he mimics your frown and stares at you in amused betrayal.

"What? Why not? We showered together yesterday." he exclaims, watching you as you step into the shower.

As soon as nice and warm water hits your body, you let out a relaxed sigh, momentarily forgetting that there's Jungkook standing and staring at you all dumbfounded.

"And how did that turn out, huh?" you muse, reaching for his shower gel before you squirt a small amount into your palm. "I'm too sore, Kook."

"I won't do anything," he says, "Promise. I won't touch you." he promises, nibbling on his bottom lip while he waits for you to give him a green light.

You hide a smile, wondering how the hell he went from the hottest walking sex god to a cute man looking at you with those doe eyes that hold a hopeful look. And when he gives you an innocent pout, that holds a hidden mischief behind it and you know it, you still can't resist.

Because, how could you?

"Alright, come in," you sigh, feigning an annoyance. "Keep your hands to yourself, bunny." you order, hearing him snicker behind you but when you turn around, he gives you an innocent nod which makes you roll your eyes.

He really is going to be the death of you.

"Are you serious?" you exclaim, slapping a hand over your mouth as you give an apologetic bow to the older man that stares at you with pitiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. There's nothing I can do right now, it can't be fixed overnight and it'll take a few days. Do you have somewhere to stay?" he asks, taking the black case he brought with himself after you called a landlord and he had sent this sweet and older man.

Unfortunately, he had to witness your first reaction of disbelief, irritation and pure desperation all at once.

It all started when you were about to take a shower, just for you to be met with freezing cold water that caused you to scream in utter shock as you almost slipped trying to get out of the shower. Today is not your day, you had to overstay at work because someone messed up tomorrow's plans for the newest photoshoot and it had to be done today. Even your sweet coworker, by that you mean an absolute shithead called Min Yoongi, went home as soon as you found out there had been some mistake done. Of course, you were the only one who was willing to stay over and fix it before Junho could find out and strangle everyone to death. And now your warm water won't work and there's something with the pipes, according to the repairman.

Plus, he told you it's better if you weren't using water at all just in case.

"I'll think of something," you sigh, rubbing your temples.

Your parents live far away, there's no way you can stay there since you've a job tomorrow. You can't stay at hotel, you can't afford it right now — thanks to the little shopping spree you did just a week ago. If you want to eat a proper food and not end up eating packs of ramen for a full month, you need to find another way. Thankfully, the only person that could help you right now is Jungkook. He lives the closest and doesn't have any roommates like Jimin and Taehyung do. Plus, he's your best friend and you've stayed many times at his place. For fucks sake, you were there two days ago.

"Thank you for coming this late," you tell the repairman, giving him the slightest smile that you can muster. It's not that late, but still. He was probably at home enjoying time with his family. "I'll leave spare keys with the landlord, he's got my number. Just let me know how it's going and when it can be done, please."

He gives you a final nod. "Of course, I'll try to be as quick as I can." he assures you.

When he leaves, you sigh and pull out the phone from your slacks before you dial the familiar number that somehow often flashes on your screen.

"Jungkook!" 

The giggles that echo in Jungkook's bedroom are like the sweetest melody he's ever heard. It's almost magical how it automatically puts the biggest smile on his lips, which are perfectly hidden in her black hair that has this incredible floral scent. He squeezes her even more tightly, hearing her giggles getting more intense. 

Their naked bodies are intertwined together, making it hard for them to get out of it. Why should they, they've got the whole day after all. 

"Hm," he hums, kissing her into her hair. Again. He had lost count how many times he's done that since they woke up. "Love you." 

"I love you too." she says, the smile audible in her soft morning voice. 

"Uhm, again." he giggles, causing her to do the same before she opens her mouth. 

"I love you." 

"God, I could listen to you all day," he sighs happily, "Can't wait to marry you one day." he murmurs into her hair, taking a sniff of her sweet scent that's mixed with his own. 

Kiko blushes from his words, her heart blooming with love. She always gets emotional whenever Jungkook mentions their future. She just know she's the one, just the simple thought of wearing ring and having Jungkook's surname makes her all giddy inside. 

"I can't wait for that too," she whispers, fingers interweaving into his dark hair as she massages his scalp. "Isn't it silly?" 

"What exactly?" Jungkook chuckles, humming when she tugs onto his roots.

"Us talking about the future." 

They talked about it — a couple of times, actually. And Jungkook understands exactly what she means because he feels the same way. Like it's the first time they're talking about it, making them all giddy and happy inside. 

"What?! You don't want to be a future Mrs. Jeon?" he gasps, faking a disbelief and hurt which makes her laugh. 

His own lips twitch, trying to hide that smile again but he fails miserably when he starts giggling with her. 

"That's like, my biggest dream." she plays along, causing him to scoff in amusement. 

"Oh, quiet." he rolls his eyes, slightly pulling away from her when she's trying to see him better. 

Their eyes meet, warmth and love filled in Kiko's and Jungkook's, and it's just another moment when Jungkook realizes how much he loves her and she's the one. Something about the way Kiko looks at him tells him that she thinks the same. She pulls him closer, kissing him tightly which he gladly accepts and kisses her back. 

"I can't wait for that," she murmurs against his lips, causing Jungkook to hum confusingly. "To be your future wife someday." she whispers, Jungkook's eyes completely lightening up from her words. 

He gulps when he feels her hands on his length, slowly touching and pumping him until he moans her name. She chuckles, kissing him again. 

"I need you," she moans when his own fingers work their way between her legs. "I love you." She reminds him. 

But how could Jungkook forget? They both remind that to each other quite a lot. 

And he listens to her, adjusting himself between her legs as he slowly slips inside of her, silencing her moans with his mouth as he shows her just how much he loves her without saying those words over and over again. 

Again. 

Jungkook's ringtone shakes him off of his current thoughts, his eyes blinking rapidly as they sting. He's crying, he realizes causing him to quickly wipe those tears off as he locates the sound of his phone. Noticing it's placed on the kitchen counter he reaches for it, still wiping his wet cheeks and tears that don't seem to go away.

He can't believe a simple memory of him and Kiko just brought up so many tears, despite it being one of the loveliest ones. It makes him sad, so sad because it's not reality anymore and he's facing a much more important question right now. He's been so strong for so long, barely cried even though he has to admit, he thought of their relationship quite a lot. But not to the point he became emotional and started crying.

Your name flashes on the screen of his phone, bringing a curiosity out of him as he questions why you're calling him this late. Coughing, he makes sure his voice doesn't sound weak that his crying could've caused before he accepts the call.

"Y/N?" he asks, not sure what to expect from your late night call.

"Hey, Kook," he hears you sigh at the other end, "Sorry to bother you this late."

It's 10pm, it's not that late but he's surprised you're still awake. You usually go to bed much earlier if it's in the middle of the week, so you're not too tired the next following day at work.

"No, it's okay. Did something happen?" he asks, his voice raising a sudden worry.

"Yes and no. I need some place to stay for a couple of days," you explain, as he hears some rustling on the other end. "Can I stay at yours?" he hears your tiredness and hidden annoyance that you're trying to hide, but Jungkook can see right through it.

"Of course," he tells you gently, turning off the light in the kitchen as he slowly makes his way to living room. "I'll wait for you, you know the code right?"

"Yeah, sorry for calling this late but there's something wrong with the pipes or whatever, so I can't really use water. It broke just as I came home which is so fucking annoying, but thank God this nice repairman came and checked it out. But he's gotta work on it tomorrow since it's late and he probably has--"

"Y/N, baby," he chuckles, stopping you from getting yourself even more angry than you already sound. He knows by the end of your sentence you'd be probably screaming. "It's fine, just come here."

"Thanks," he hears you sigh in relief, almost as if he could say something else to you. You know you can always count on him. "I love you."

He cackles when he hears you snorting, causing him to shake his head at you. "I'll remind you of that when you'll call me an idiot again."

"Oh, shut up," He can practically see you rolling your eyes. "I'll just pack some clothes and I'll be there quickly."

"You want me to pick you up?" he offers, causing you to shake your head but then you realize he can't see you.

"No, it's okay. I can drive myself there, plus I need to drive myself to work anyway." you sigh again as he hears you shuffling and cursing under your breath before a loud thud echoes in the phone.

"I could--"

"No, before you offer yourself to be my driver again, I'll stop you right here," he hears you chuckling, "I'll see you soon, bye Kook."

Jungkook stutters over his words, sighing in defeat when he hears you've ended the call just like that. This woman... he thinks as he chuckles and shakes his head, making himself comfortable on the couch while he waits for your arrival.

"You were lying."

You almost choke on the herbal tea you've just made for yourself when you hear a monotone voice. Met with your coworker's narrowed eyes, looking at you like you were just caught murdering someone, you give him a skeptical raise of your brow.

"Pardon?"

"You were lying." He crosses his arms over his chest, raising a brow at you this time in a silenced challenge which makes you snort at him.

"I heard you the first time," you chuckle, "I just don't know what the hell are you talking about." you inform your certainly annoying coworker that won't let you enjoy your break in peace.

"He's not your fuck buddy," he says simply, your face twisting with a confusion written all over it before his words click and you realize he's talking about Jungkook. "He drove you here this morning, kissed you before leaving and you blushed when you saw me looking."

Fuck, so he really saw that. 

Just as Jungkook had decided to kiss you, Yoongi parked his car in a perfect spot where he could see everything. You were just hoping he hadn't seen any of that but of course, you were wrong.

None of this was planned. You were supposed to drive yourself here with your own car, but you barely slept for the whole night just to wake up with cramps that had slowly but intensely grown into unbearable pain. Your period had really chosen the right time to come, especially when you weren't prepared for any of it. It should've came next week and you completely forgot to bring more pads. Luckily, you always carry a few in your handbags just in case. So, you had taken some pain relief pills which Jungkook luckily had and was more than willing to give them to you at the sight of your scrunched face in pure pain.

Jungkook has proved himself to be an even better best friend when he offered to drive you to your work, despite your words last night of him being your driver. The whole ride was filled with soft music and Jungkook's worried tone every now and then, asking if it still hurts. Fortunately, the pills started working before he even parked the car and the rest of your day isn't spent with unbearable cramps and pain.

But that's not all. He even offered himself to go and buy you whatever you need, not forgetting to mention pads and tampons as he said it, saying his work day isn't as hectic and he's got some free time. Rather than feeling embarrassed of him being so vocal about female's stuff, because there's nothing embarrassing about it at all, you were just staring at him agape. He didn't seem to be clueless about that stuff and only one word, no, only one name explained it all. Kiko.

He must've bought that stuff for her whenever she needed it. All you could do was just stare at him in amazement, even voicing your thoughts as he just grinned and told you it's completely normal. But it's not, it's not normal and so casual for every man to do this and then there is Jungkook, totally offering himself.

Yoongi's sharp eyes are hard to miss, especially when he's staring at you completely emotionless like he's not accusing you of lying at the moment.

"I didn't know you're so invested in my personal life," you settle on saying, cocking a provocative brow at your coworker that doesn't seem to be threatened by what you're implying. "And I didn't know I've a stalker."

"This is probably so far, the most interesting thing that happened here, kill me for being curious. And I'm not your stalker, I just managed to see it." he stands up for himself, showing you a frown that somehow settles a huge grin on your lips.

"Oh, so you do admit that you're curious about my life. How sweet, I didn't know you liked me that much." you muse, taking a sip of your tea, not letting him see that this conversation makes you amused but nervous at the same time.

There's just something about him seeing the intimacy between you and Jungkook. You know you're just looking into it too much and Yoongi actually doesn't have any idea what's really going on, but it's like he's unintentionally pointing at your silenced thoughts. Well, you did try to persuade yourself that it's nothing, you and Jungkook, the whole night and it almost worked. Until your coworker had decided to crush your pathetic excuses.

"As if," he snorts, "You weren't particularly hiding, I just caught you in a lie. Your method of distracting me and turning this into something that it's not, is not working. You gotta try harder, sweetheart." he smirks, the corner of his lips lifting up at your widened eyes and evident drop of your shoulders in disappointment.

Can't he be just dumb and completely clueless? Now that you think about it, you liked him more when he wasn't talking that much.

"Still, you don't make any point. Can't fuck buddies kiss?" you ask dumbfounded, growing annoyed at him for questioning the relationship you and Jungkook have. Fuck, even you don't know anymore. No, you do. Of course you do. He's just fucking you while you're pretending to be his girlfriend.

"Fuck buddies fuck. They don't drive you to work and home, kiss you and make you blush no matter how good they fucked you last night." he says, cockily raising his brow once again as if he just made a point.

Getting what he's initiating, your eyes widen as you shake your head. "We didn't fuck last night!" you exclaim in a hushed tone, grateful there's no one who could hear your conversation.

Of course you didn't, you got your period. What if you hadn't? You probably would fuck, who are you lying to. Or maybe not, you were pretty much upset about the repair your apartment needs and you were already emotional from your period coming before you even realized it.

"Say it to that purple hickey on your neck, you're pretty shitty at hiding stuff let me tell you that." he snickers, eyes flickering to your neck as your hand automatically slaps against your skin.

You don't need a mirror to see it, even though you've no idea how visible it is. The feeling of Jungkook's lips on your skin is not forgotten yet and you want to curse him out for leaving another mark on you. How could you not notice it when you were getting ready in the bathroom? Oh yeah, too busy stressing over pads and dealing with raging hormones.

You didn't lie, you really didn't have sex yesterday. You were stressing over your apartment and the sudden issue that happened out of nowhere, meanwhile Jungkook was comforting you and giggling at your endless curses that turned into a whiny pout. Hormones played a huge part in your behavior as well and you sucked Jungkook's lips as if your life depended on it. He didn't seem to mind, he quickly got adjusted to your needy kisses that turned into a wild make out with Jungkook's lips nibbling on your lips and neck as well. That's how you ended up with a love bite. You needed that, the distraction he and his mouth had done successfully. After that, you both just went to sleep in Jungkook's bedroom where you drifted straight away.

"I don't have to explain anything to you," you settle on saying, not liking how distracted you've become and judging by Yoongi's knowing look you know, he noticed. "So, take your stalking kink elsewhere." you give him a fake smile which he returns, rolling his eyes.

"Stalking kink, does that even exist?" he scoffs, looking at you dumbfounded as you shrug.

"You'd know."

"Fuck off," he frowns, "If your pretty boy gets tired of you, give him my number." he says, your mouth dropping causing him to grin in triumph while he slowly backs off, making sure he gives you a provocative wave and smirk.

"He wouldn't want you!" you yell at him, ignoring some of your coworkers that turn around and eye the two of you.

"Why not? He wants you!" he calls back, closing the door behind him causing you to fume like an angry bull. You're going to kill him one day, you swear.

Yoongi just likes to get on your nerves and no matter how careless you've tried to look, his words are stuck in your head. The fact he noticed something like that from just simply watching you, proves to you that no matter what your and Jungkook's friendship and relationship bloomed into, is dangerously dancing in front of a very important line.

You need to talk to him as soon as possible.

"Why are we here again?" Jimin asks, eyeing Jungkook who's too determined to search for something that Jimin has no idea about. His friend successfully ignores him, letting out a triumph 'got it' as he stops in front of an aisle. Drugstore aisle.

He watches his friend grabbing a pack of something that is soon recognized as pads, Jimin's eyes widening in surprise.

"Y/N wanted me to buy her some pads. Should I get her tampons too?" he asks, his doe eyes glancing at his friend that has a look of bewilderment.

"How should I know?" he exclaims, cheeks slightly tinted from Jungkook's question. "What did she tell you?"

"She mentioned pads but I've seen a box of tampons in my bathroom this morning," he tells Jimin, tossing three packs of pads into the shopping basket. "I'll just get her both, just in case." he murmurs to himself, taking tampons as well. The same ones he saw in his bathroom.

They've been hanging out ever since Jungkook's photoshoot ended – just a bunch of girls that wanted to take some photos for their blogs – when Jungkook realized he has to get your stuff before he picks you up. And here they are right now. After two hours of eating, talking and laughing, he has to do this task.

"This is... good." Jimin mutters, causing Jungkook to glance at him with furrowed brows while confusion dances on his soft features.

"What is?"

"Well, I mean-- you buying her... this women stuff." he stutters, Jungkook raising a brow at his friend whose cheeks start to get pink.

"What's good about it?" he asks confusingly.

"You didn't get her pregnant, that's a win... right?" Jimin jokes, chuckling nervously as Jungkook's eyes widen and he almost chokes on his spit.

"Hyung, what the fuck," he exclaims, voice strained and eyes still big. "We use protection." he justifies, not even sure why the hell he is telling this to Jimin.

"Good, good!" Jimin nods, awkwardly pursing his plump lips before he stares at Jungkook with an unrecognizable look on his face. "How is she... is she good?"

Jungkook starts coughing, almost choking himself in the process as he glares at Jimin. Is he seriously asking him that?

"What the fuck," he says again, ignoring the stare an old lady that's passing by gives him. "I'm not telling you! Why the hell would you ask that?" he scolds Jimin, causing his friend to give him an apologetic look.

"I panicked! We've always talked about this stuff before!" he explains, voice raising as he shrugs his shoulders innocently.

It's true. Him, Jimin and Taehyung used to talk about that stuff. Not entirely like women would, but just like young and curious men that have conversations when they're drunk or over a few drinks. And now that he's dating you, he barely shares anything even if it's awfully personal and Jimin finds that weird. Jimin just thinks it's different with you. However, he doesn't know the real reason for Jungkook not talking about his 'girlfriend'. Even if he shared something, he was always respectful not to say anything too personal about his then girlfriend. It depends what's the fine line between personal and too much, but even Jungkook isn't perfect and after a couple of drinks or beers, his mouth would set free and he'd share some of his sex life with his dear friends who didn't do it any differently. It's a common thing between friends.

"I still can't believe you two are dating." he adds, voice silencing while Jungkook looks away before Jimin can catch onto his twisted features.

"Yeah," he coughs, giving him a tight smile. He turns around and makes his way towards the cash register with Jimin trailing behind him.

"I've to admit," Jimin starts, Jungkook's shoulders tensing. If he remembers correctly, when the two of you had an argument, you mentioned something about Jimin and Taehyung questioning your relationship as well. He hates lying to his friend, so the only weapon not to get caught is being silent and not saying anything at all. "I quite like the two of you as a couple."

Jungkook turns around slowly, staring dumbfounded at his older friend that just grins at him.

"You do look comfortable around Y/N," he explains, but Jungkook just blinks a couple of times in the same confusion which causes Jimin to sigh before he opens his mouth again. "I don't know how to explain it, but when you were with Kiko you behaved yourself. I'm not saying you weren't yourself, you certainly were but with Y/N... you two fool around, make fun of each other and even bicker like you always used to. It's like nothing changed, but everything changed at the same time. You kiss each other, touch each other all the--"

"We do not touch each other all the time,"

You don't. It's not like the two of you are overly touchy in front of your friends. Yes, some of it had been to prove to them, mainly to Kiko, that you're really dating together even if you aren't. When Hoseok got involved in that, you had to be more careful and try harder. But still, it doesn't feel like you were overly touchy just to prove a point.

"I'm not saying you can't keep your hands to yourself, what I meant by that is just... it's different." Jimin shrugs, grinning at his friend, probably wondering why Jungkook is so serious and defensive about it.

"I was very comfortable around Kiko." he almost snaps at Jimin, not really liking what his friend just said.

Jimin doesn't put much thought into it, he knows it's probably weird for the two of you as well. And he's just glad you both got over the argument you had at the camping trip. Meanwhile, Jungkook is interrupted by a woman's voice who greets him, already scanning the toiletries he bought for you. He gives her a tensed smile, still shaken up from Jimin's sudden words.

When he loads the stuff into his car, his phone beeps with a notification because of a new message.

Y/N: what are you doing tonight? can we talk?

#networkbangtan #ksmutclub #bts smut #bts au #bts fluff #bts angst #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fake dating #personasintro

[praisethesuuun]

One Piece characters reacting to you grabbing their boobs!

Marco

🪽The poor guy wasn't expecting it at all. Marco was dozing with his eyes open, completely relaxed as he sat on the handrail of the Moby Dick; the light breeze ruffled his blond hair, while the sunlight made his skin and the tattoo on his chest shine. He was so relaxed and with his guard low that he didn't hear your footsteps slowly approaching behind him, as silent as a cat's footsteps hunting a bird.

🪽Marco jumped when your hands made their way around his hips, your fingers grazing his abs softly. "You scared me for a moment-yoi" he speaks, now with a calm tone instead of a worried one.

🪽The commander started to blush when your hands started to move up, more and more, until you grabbed his boobs, squeezing. Your head pressed against his back, your gentle touch on his body and sensitive parts...give him time to recover from the surprise, then you'll see some good ones. And pray that no one saw or you will never hear the end of it.

Shanks

❤️Oh Lord, good luck with that! We all know how playful Shanks is, a shameless free spirit, always ready to do whatever he wants and prefers, especially when it comes to you. And if his little darling wants to play, then he won't shy away from the fun.

❤️Probably, you decided to tease Shanks during one of his serial drinks at the bar. He was simply beautiful in the noisy atmosphere of the club, singing and joking, while a few drops of beer soaked what little beard he had on his face. His breath caught in his throat when he saw you licking your soft lips, your fingers cold under your shirt, feeling the hot skin.

❤️"Right now?" the red head whispered to you with his signature smirk, starting to do the same to you, making your body shiver. His fingers were more calloused than yours, but they weren't unpleasant. And, at the exact moment you squeezed the captain's chest tightly, he did the exact same thing to your boobs, moving the bra and feeling you whole.

Garp

👊Honestly, he'd been expecting this for a while. He didn't expect a cadet with so much interest in him and also quite a cute one. Garp lacked female attention, which was increasingly rare as he got older, so he'll start taking you under his wing. Expect to see him flexing his muscles more than he should when you're around there, he probably doesn't notice either, but don't let the marine notice, you don't want to ruin the fun, right?

👊"Come and watch my training tomorrow, so you will learn something". Yes of course, of course, old fox. One blow then another, a few drops of sweat venturing along his abs, hard as steel despite his age; Garp scratched his beard in a lazy way while waiting for you to get another dummy. Your eyes seemed full of stars, your curious irises moved over his body, analyzing every scar, even the smallest.

👊Your hand moved without you even realizing it, squeezing his boobs and pressing on his nipple too. Garp's face was flawless, his mouth open and his eyes wide, but he refused to shy away from the contact. Suddenly, the Vice Admiral was hotter than expected and began to sweat more: no one had ever touched him like that and he wasn't sure how to behave. "Let's not talk about it with anyone, okay? In fact...let's just pretend nothing happened!"

Dragon

🌧The image in your head already makes you laugh. Mokey D. Dragon, the most wanted man in the world, leader of the revolutionary army, feels his legs shaking when you are around him. Your personality always finds a way to make his heart do somersaults, I question the tormented soul of man.

🌧One of your favorite things to do is to hide under his cloak, hugging him gently and covering you from the ever-present wind and rain. Dragon loves to feel your closeness, so he doesn't mind that much and it lets you do what you want. But keep your eyes open, Dragon. Something is about to hit...

🌧During one of his many moments of reflection, the presence behind him decided to act. At first, the revolutionary didn't think much of it, thinking it was just another one of your simple hugs, and then...GRAB. Dragon jumped, squirming slightly. "What the hell was that for, woman?! Let go!" but you didn't. After that episode there were others, eventually he got used to it.

Killer

💙You were both lying in your bed. Killer had his arms wrapped around your body, smaller than his. The man loved having you all to himself, allowing himself to remove his helmet and let some weakness be overlooked; your breathing calmed him and he clung to you as if he was scared to let you go.

💙Killer's chest was soft, big, welcoming...impossible to ignore. His hard training had paid off and they were all for you to taste and feel; obviously, your head was right between her boobs, while an expression of pure bliss. You began to feel your new pillow, leaving a few kisses here and there, waking your lover up. "Y/N...what are you doing..." the blonde mumbled, the voice deep and thick with sleep.

💙Even though Killer looked like a tough brute, the Massacre Soldier was a sweetheart in love. Given his lack of experience in this field, frustrating him was really easy. "W-Wait..." your lover sighed softly, blushing and adjusting himself a bit. His arms tightened around you as his nose nuzzled into your hair, smelling your scent and letting you do it..

Kid

💢You're in for a browl if you even think about doing that. Kid doesn't like to be touched too much in general and still needs to get used to the gentle and loving touch of the person next to him. It will be hard to deal with him the first few times, but he will still try to be a little nicer to you.

💢Just try not to do it in public, if you really want to do it, in private; and pay attention to the nipple, don't pull it too much and don't make strange movements. He has piercings there, and while they bring pleasure, they can also hurt a lot. If you try to do something like this in public, his anger will explode and he will scream at you: he has a reputation to protect, you can't just do as you please.

💢The first time you squeeze his pecs, Kid has to stop himself from blushing more than he should. "Don't do anything strange, woman" he will repeat, while your hands danced on his boobs, playing with the piercings and trying to be as gentle as possible.

Benn Beckman

🚬Serious, stoic and weak to women. Benn never refuses your hands on his body, he really doesn't mind that, at all. He always relaxes when you pet him, tracing his muscles and loving it, he keeps fit for you too after all; and if there's one thing that's true, it's that the vice captain is proud of his body.

🚬If Benn lets you do it, it means he is truly in love with you. So, since taking him by surprise is impossible, first he will let you hold his chest as you like, then he will take revenge by doing it to you. "What's the problem, dear? You like my chest? I like yours too..." he will whisper in your ear, grabbing you just like you did with him earlier.

🚬If first your fingers stopped in the middle of his nipple, squeezing or teasing it slightly, Beckman will give you the exact same treatment, holding you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to you. What a gentleman he is!

Crocodile

🐊Expect to be judged, very judged. Crocodile is a classy man, he doesn't get lost in too many romances or anything like that, and above all he hates being touched suddenly. He much prefers a slow, sensual touch rather than a sudden squeeze.

🐊"What the hell are you doing?!" he will scolds you, turning around immediately and blocking your wrists in his much bigger hands; he squeezes so tightly, you can feel his rings on your skin. When the man sees your slightly scared big eyes at something like this, he will let you go, turning away.

🐊But he'll make it up to you, don't worry. He will take you out for dinner, buy you anything you want and, even if reluctantly, make you hold and feel his chest. You'll have the big Crocodile on his knees.

#one piece #one piece crocodile #one piece x reader #one piece x female reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #crocodile #monkey d garp #garp #red haired shanks #shanks #benn beckman #monkey d dragon #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #killer #marco #marco the phoenix

[transvampireboyfriend]

this is the last update i had for this weekend. you can follow the tag #steddie lake fic if you wanna check for updates. thank you for reading <3

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

Eddie sets up one of the picnic tables, using Argyle's gingham tablecloth and arranging the hot dogs and sandwiches he and Nancy prepared.

They find a glass water dispenser inside their cabin and Eddie makes lemonade to fill it and dumps all of the ice they bought in their last stop with it. He places that on the table too.

A soon as everything is ready, Nancy grabs some food and drinks and joins Robin and Argyle in their cards game, a few tables over.

Eddie's now heading in the opposite direction to have a cigarette while he pretends he's not watching Steve haul very heavy suitcases from his car to their cabin.

The cabin belongs to Steve's family. Steve played nice with his parents for months so they would let them all stay over this week: at the tail of summer, right before Nancy, Argyle and Jonathan leave Hawkins again, and Steve, Robin and Eddie go back to their jobs. At least until Robin figures out where she wants to go to school and drags the boys along with her.

Steve's been researching schools and cities with her, he wants the best for his platonic soulmate. He's sweet. He's also dead set on having Eddie come with them and he can be very persuasive.

Not that he needs to be, Eddie thinks, watching Steve lean into his trunk for what might be the last time in a bit, considering how empty it looks from afar.

Steve's rolled the sleeves of his white tee all the way up to the top, letting his biceps flex freely. He's wearing the light wash jeans that make his ass look like it's begging to be grabbed. There's sweat dripping everywhere. He shakes it off and runs his hands through his hair every now and then, and Eddie's mouth is producing way too much saliva.

Eddie takes a long drag from his cigarette and turns his back on the borderline wet dream that is Steve Harrington, facing the lake again.

As he looks at the water and listens to the birds, Eddie goes through one and a half cigarettes, lost in thoughts of hazel eyes.

After a while, he hears steps approaching him from behind for the second time today.

This time, he turns before they reach him and sees Steve walking the las few paces until he's within earshot.

He's so sweaty.

"All done, big guy?" Eddie asks, a little breathless as he watches him approach.

Steve' face is all red, probably from the heat. He scoffs,

"You're like two inches taller than me" he says,

"Oh, you've noticed" Eddie teases with a lopsided grin,

"Shut up" Steve laughs "My hair makes up for it",

"Hmm" Eddie hums, refraining from making a comment on Steve's hair.

He pulls out his cigarette pack and offers it to Steve, assuming that's why he made a beeline for him and not the food.

"Want one?" Eddie asks,

Steve shakes his head "Yeah, but no" he says,

Eddie frowns, confused, holding his own cigarette with his mouth while he occupies his hands with putting the pack back in his pocket.

His eyes are also focused on this task, so he doesn't see Steve reaching out, taking the cigarette right out of Eddie's mouth.

Eddie feels his eyes go wide as plates and he slowly looks up to find Steve smoking his cigarette, looking out at the lake.

Holy shit.

Eddie blinks himself outta his shock. "Oh," he says, stupidly.

Steve looks back at him, searches for something in his eyes and smiles. The twinkle in his eyes only registers when Eddie watches him lean into his space once more, and take Eddie's bandana out of his back pocket this time, using it to wipe the sweat off his brow.

What?!

Eddie goes right past shock and into indignation.

"Hey!" he protests,

"Can I use this?" Steve asks around Eddie's cigarette, and way too late, too, "I'm using it" he states, in the bitchy tone he uses sometimes, the one that makes Eddie weak in the knees.

"I can see that!" Eddie tells him, trying to contain his indignant (going on giddy) laughter, "You're gross", Eddie says, like he wouldn't lick the sweat off Steve if he were allowed.

Steve just laughs at him, looking so beautiful, like right out of a magazine. Eddie lets himself hope for a split second.

"Did you just come here to take my stuff?" he asks Steve, mostly to stop himself from leaning in to bite the moles on his cheeks. He also kicks Steve's shin softly, just to make him laugh again. He succeeds.

"Maybe", Steve says, blowing smoke to the side and then offering the cigarette back to Eddie, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

What. Is happening.

Eddie rolls his eyes but accepts the offer.

"Yuck." he says dramatically, keeping his eyes on Steve, putting the cigarette back in his mouth and failing miserably at hiding his smile.

Steve watches him do it and laughs, something mischievous and delighted, then begins rolling Eddie's bandana, supporting the motion on his thigh and then reaching up to tie the result around his head.

God. What the fuck.

"You're stealing from me now?", Eddie accuses, shocked.

Steve snorts, "Borrowing", he clarifies, "I'll clean it and give it back to you", he says, like he's proud of it.

Is he fucking flirting with me?

Eddie rolls his eyes again and tries to hide his shocked smile once more. Fails.

"Or would you rather I give it to you all sweaty like this?" Steve asks, somehow sounding both dirty and completely rhetorical.

Jesus fucking -

"Ha!" Eddie says, shoving Steve's shoulder. "You have to get permission to borrow something, Steve",

"I did! I just did!" Steve protests,

"Did I say yes?" Eddie counters,

Steve pulls out his puppy eyes, the bastard, aiming them at Eddie with full force.

"Can I please use your bandana, Eddie?" Steve asks "Eds?" he adds, switching to a nickname almost as an afterthought.

Eddie's going to die of a heart attack, one of these days.

In fact, he probably already did. Yeah, he died and went to heaven, it seems.

"I can't stand you." he tells Steve, squinting.

It makes Steve dissolve into laughter again and Eddie basks in the sound as he stubs his cigarette.

"Yeah, you can use it", Eddie finally gives in, "since you already are, you menace. Come on.", he invites, already walking back toward the food table, leaving Steve behind, trying to regain some of the balance in their interaction,

"I made lemonade" he calls back to Steve, and listens as the other boy catches up.

When Steve's at his side again, Eddie turns to look at him.

"Let's get you something that's actually for you, for a change" Eddie quips.

Steve throws his head back as he laughs.

part 5

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steveddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddie lake fic #this whole fic is just an excuse for me to make them flirt <3 #. #please send me drawings of Steve with a bandana in his hair 🥺I swear I've seen some but i can't find them anymore 😭 did i dream this 😭😭

[mysicklove-main]

Uzui Tengen is known for his dramatics. You knew that when you first decided to marry him, and have grown used to it with the years. His flashy appearance and bold words don't even phase you now. That's just who he is and who you came to love.

Until he gets sick. The dramatics pick up to a whole level you've never thought could occur. Of course if other people saw him that we're not you, or his other wives, he would pretend to be fine, grinning and showing off. But he would never let his lovers off the hook like that, it would be not flashy at all.

“I think it's time I say my final goodbye.”

You roll your eyes, placing a damp towel on his forehead. He coughs, and honestly you can't tell if it's fake or not, but you hold out a cup for him to drink a water out of. When he doesn't move, you sigh and press it to his lips, watching with amusement at the way he gulps it down. “Your fever is bound to break soon, maybe if you stopped complaining and rest, you'll feel better.”

He glances at you when you pull the cup away, a small pout on his face. “Hurts so bad, I must be dying. I feel so weak," His voice is horse, and his body is unusually warm.

You can't help but want to dote on him at his words. He's got to be acting just a bit, but he truly does sound broken. But before you could comfort him he says, “Is this how you feel like all the time? This weak?”

You sigh, pinching your brows, but you can't help the smile that creeps on your face. He's so ridiculous, but at least he keeps you on your toes. In his sickly state or not. “Really?”

“Just joking. I know you aren't this weak.” You can see it in his eyes that he wants to boast about his strength again, but your watchful eyes shut it down. You adore how powerful your husband is, but you weren't Suma who fangirls every time he spoke about himself (Of course you did love that side of Suma as well, it was cute seeing her so excited).

You roll your eyes again but smile at him, and adjust the bedsheets, pulling them higher up on his chest. He let's out a throaty complaint, but doesn't fight it. “Hey, where are the others? Can't bare to see me this pathetic?”

“No, “god” of the dramatics.” He frowns at the mock nickname. “You scared the daylights out of Suma, who actually thinks you're going to die. Hinatsura is comforting her outside. And you know Makio, she isn't the one to be near when someone is sick.”

He hums, closing his eyes for the first time in the past hour with a content smile on his face. “So I get you all to myself, huh?”

You grin, puffing up his pillow again before sitting in the chair next to him. “Guess you can say that. Until your fever breaks at least.”

“Nurse Y/N,” He sighs, breathlessly with a grin on his face. His eyes are still shut and by the looks of it he is imagining something lewd.

You shut it down immediately. “No. I'm not a nurse. I'm an assassin.”

He ignores your words. “Why arent you wearing the cute outfit. I'm sickly, please treat me nurse!”

“I'm leaving,” You deadpan, but before you can stand up a hand flies to your wrist. He tilts his head toward you with a small apologetic smile. His cheeks are flushed from the fever and his neck is slightly beaded with sweat.

“Sorry. I'm done, I'm done, promise. Just stay with me? Honestly, I am a little scared about how week I feel." The tone of his voice is solemn, and his hands slightly tremble on your wrist. You grab onto it and set it back down on the bed, and grab the cloth to dab the beads of sweat on his neck.

It's been ages since he has gotten sick. The last time probably in his early teens, so you aren't too surprised he is uncomfortable, but it was surprising for him to admit something like this. “Scared” is not in his vocabulary, or at least he preaches.

So you take pity on him, and smile at him. “Of course, Lord Tengen. Close your eyes and rest, I'll be here when you wake up, promise.”

He glances at you for a final time, and closes his eyes. “Thanks, Nurse Y/N.”

You shake your head slowly, and take in his appearance. Even in his sweaty, weak state he wears his signature smug grin that you've grown to love. You can't be too mad at him.

#another one #i wonder if u guys like when i write drabbles #they r so fun #anyways tags #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #tengen uzui #uzui fluff #tengen fluff #tengen uzui x reader #kny fluff #kny x reader #uzui drabbles #tengen drabbles #x reader #reader insert #kny fanfic #tengen kny #mello.writes

[chronicowboy]

accidents happen (but i will love you on purpose) | 4.4k

They're in the baking aisle when Christopher brings it up.

"Am I just supposed to pretend I didn't see that earlier? Without a bribe?" he deadpans, eyebrows raised expectantly. Its such an Eddie look that Buck can't help but grin down at the price tags on the shelves.

"Pretend you didn't see what?" he asks as he compares the prices of self-raising flour.

"Buck." Chris sighs, long-suffering. Another Eddie-ism that Buck wants to bottle to give to Eddie on his worst days.

"Kid, I'm gonna need more than that." Buck grabs the bigger bag and drops it into the cart before turning to give Chris his full attention.

"I saw you kiss dad." Chris rolls his eyes. "You did it right in front of me."

"What?" Buck blinks. Of all the things he'd been expecting, well, let's just say that hadn't made the list.

He glances down at his list, tries to decipher Eddie's handwriting at the bottom of the page and promptly rolls his eyes at the unnecessarily expensive snacks he added there, gets a little chastened when he sees his own favourite brand of chips that he never allows himself to buy in Eddie's chicken scratch.

"Buck, you can't gaslight me," he scoffs, rolls his eyes harder. "I saw you French my dad."

"Where are you learning these words?" Buck blurts out, unwilling to face up to what his heart already seems to know as it pounds against his sternum.

"Mason." Chris shrugs. "He made a Tumblr account."

"He's eleven!" Buck squeaks, shooting an apologetic look at the single mother who flinches at the sound. "I'm telling his mom."

"No, Buck!" Chris groans, turns his puppy eyes up at Buck. "Pretend you didn't hear that, and I'll pretend I didn't see you French dad."

"I did not French your dad!" The words come out louder than expected, and Buck grimaces as the woman's baby starts to sniffle. She shoots him a dirty look, and he can only mouth a red-cheeked apology. "I did not French your dad," Buck hisses at Chris.

He'd know. Right? Like that's something Buck would know he did. Or, at least, he thinks so. Doesn't see how he could ever miss something like that. He's pretty certain he'd know if he'd kissed his best friend. This is probably just some evil mastermind plot to get something out of Buck. For all he knows, Eddie is probably in on it. A joint effort to turn Buck away from all the mushrooms he's been sneaking into their meals lately.

Yeah, that has to be it.

There's no way he kissed Eddie Diaz. Of all people! His very straight, totally platonic best friend. Buck doesn't even want to kiss him. Like, sure, he's objectively gorgeous. Handsome in his dumb dad Henleys, downright hot in his navy blue uniform, adorable in his cut-off sweats with that grumpy morning frog face of his. But a blind man could see how attractive Eddie is. That doesn't mean Buck wants to kiss him.

"I didn't French your dad," Buck repeats, just for certainty's sake, before heading towards the cocoa powder.

(OR: buck kisses eddie, goes grocery shopping with christopher, then realises he's in love with eddie - in that order)

#sami rambles #some fluffy balm to soothe the angst of the past few days #this is such a silly concept that came to me in the middle of a lecture but it fun so. #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #christopher diaz #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic #buckley diaz family fic #buckley diaz family

[wwwbestgoredotcom]

NSFW a-z for Snape <3

A- Aftercare (What're they like after sex)

Extremely sappy. Just very emotional, very clingy. Refuses to leave you (if you two are in bed) no matter what after. He let's you go to the bathroom after tho. He waits. He stays in whatever position you two are in for a while before pulling away. Cuddles and kisses you a lot, especially if it's nighttime.

B- Body part (favorite Body parts on you and him)

On you, it's everything. He doesn't have a favorite. BUT the one thing he stares at a lot during sex is your lips, or your face in general.

On him, it's probably his hands (and nose when it comes to oral). He uses his hands all the time no matter what. Always holding onto you, touching you, and uses them during oral too. And he does use his nose to his advantage during oral.

C- Cvm (anything they do with it)

See now I don't know if birth control was a thing in this setting but let's pretend it is. If you're on it, he's cvmming inside. Everytime. If you're not on it, he usually finishes on your stomach or thigh. Barely uses a condom tbh.

D- Dirty secret

Doesn't have any secrets. Especially dirty ones. He tells you everything, no matter what.

E- Experience (how experienced are they)

Girl, before you, he didn't get any. Don't even. Love him tho.

F- Favorite position

Any where he can see your face. Except for doggie. And even then he makes you turn around to look at him. He likes eye contact. And the intimacy of it all. You two usually go for missionary tho. Or cowgirl. He's really close to you all the while too.

G- Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

Obviously, he's very serious, very in the moment, with you. He cracks a smile or a smirk every now and then tho.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they)

He doesn't shave it clean but doesn't grow it out. It really depends to be honest. Sometimes he grows it out a bit and sometimes he almost shaves clean.

I- Intimacy (how romantic are they)

He's not the type to lay out rose petals and candles, but he's pretty romantic. Like I said before the eye contact, contact touching, and praise are always there. He always treats you like you're made of gold everytime. Before, during, AND after.

J- Jack off (do they jack off)

He doesn't jack off. Why invision it when he has the real thing? And if you don't feel like it that night, he'll wait days if he has to, to let lose.

K- Kink (their kinks)

Praise (receiving and giving), Head pushing (giving), slight breeding, being in control, spanking (giving), some bondage (giving), edging (receiving and giving) and overstimulation (receiving and giving)

L- Location (favorite places to do it at)

Anywhere in your own home. In the kitchen, bedroom, living room, anywhere as long as it's inside the house. He doesn't really like public stuff.

M- Motivation (what turns them on)

Literally everything. You bend over and he's gripping the damn table. You give him the greenlight and he's all over you bbg.

N- No (turn-offs they have)

Actually hurting you. Even if it turns you on, he doesn't want knife play, gun play, etc. Or degration. Waxplay he is okay with but it'll take a WHILE for him to warm up to it (jaja get it). He doesn't like public stuff. He wants it to be you and him, and being as loud as possible, in your own home.

O- Oral (preference of giving, recieving)

Prefers giving but loves receiving too. He does use his nose to his advantage here, grabbing your hips and making them move alone his mouth and nose. Loves when you ride his face too. He would die happy if you suffocated him with your pleasure.

As for receiving, he rarely even let's you. He focuses so much on you. But while you're sucking him off, he likes to push your head down, or thrust up into you.

P- Pace

Sometimes he's rough, sometimes he's slow. When he's slow he goes DEEP. You sweat you can feel it reach your lungs. Anyways. He's only rough when he's stressed or annoyed. He apologises after for maybe hurting you. But usually he's slow and deep.

Q- Quickies

Rarely says okay to quickies. If you're in public and you say you're in the mood, he'll make that an excuse and immediately go home with you. He doesn't like being outside. He only says okay to it if it's a special effect that he can't leave from and you're both feeling it.

R- Risks (do they take risks)

Not really. Again, he doesn't like public stuff. Or anything of the sort.

S- Stamina (how many rounds do they last for)

He can last HOURS if you wanted him to. He just watches your expressions. When you're done, he is. When you want more, he does too.

T- Toys (do they use/own toys)

He doesn't own any. And doesn't use any on you. He want you to enjoy him, and the experience alone, not just some peice of plastic.

U- Unfair (do they tease)

He does. A lot actually. Sometimes he does it intentionally, sometimes he doesn't. He might cvm first and stop moving to catch his breath and accidently edge you by that. But sometimes he might stop just as you're about to cvm, just to see your reaction.

V- Vocal (how loud are they)

He doesn't care. He is moaning and groaning in your ear. You're showing him you're loving it by moaning for him, he's gonna do the same thing back.

W- Wild card

Everytime you shower, he's there with you. Same with baths. It doesn't need to be sexual. He just wants to be near you, or have some skin to skin contact.

X- X-Ray (what's packin)

He's packed. A good 7-8 inches, and very thick too. Like when you hold it, you can't wrap your whole hand around it. And he knows how to use it.

Y- Yearning (what's their sex drive)

He literally never says no to you. Unless he is almost knocked out cold kind of tired, he's down to have sex.

Z- Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep after)

He waits for you to fall asleep and get comfortable first, then does to sleep.

Ohmeohmy <333

#fanfics #oneshot #x reader #female reader #gn reader #i love him so much omg #severus snape x reader #severus snape #severus snape x reader smut #severus snape smut #smut #harry potter #severus x reader #pro severus #i love him

[wrathofrats]

Sits down cross legged on the floor

Consider; raindrop fucking, lazy and kinda casual about it while just musing about how badly they both wanna get their hands on the new bug. Phantoms so cute and sweet - Rain knows he'd be such a good boy, wants to prove it but Dew is convinced he's absolutely got a bit of a brat inside of him.

Dew wonders if he's weird like Aether and likes to play with his magic, Omega certainly did...Is it just a quint ghoul thing to be a freak??

Rain asks if his dick would be bigger than Dew's (Dew tries to pretend he's offended as if he doesn't share the same sentiment)

Just slightly provoking each other, a little bit of possessiveness hidden in there somewhere, while they talk absolutely nasty about Phantom...idk!

Is this smthn-

-Void

I’m honored I’ve finally been given raindrop writing privileges I hope I did them justice I know how important those freaks are to you

1.6k of exactly what it says on the tin folks. Warnings for degro, size shaming, mentions of physical punishments like bruises and blood, they’re a bunch of possessive freaks.

Ok have fun

Dew reeks of sweat and smoke.

His forehead is shiny, golden hair sticking to it as he tips his head back to allow Rain to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. They exchange heat in this position, Rain sat in his lap nestled comfortably on his cock while Dew massages his hips. He gets hotter the longer they sit, no real urgency to either of their movements, Dew would gladly burn if it meant being able to continue touching Rain like he’s a deity who has given him the grace of his skin against his own.

“Haven’t you noticed how he looks at us firefly?”

The words barely register in Dew’s brain as Rain lifts up off of his throat to speak coherently. Rain grinds his hips back lightly, causing Dew to suck in a deep breath. His grip tightens as he finally looks back up at Rain with a confused look.

“Who?”

“Phantom. Have you been listening to me or do I need to get up?” Rain sighs while Dew digs his nails into his hips, mumbling out a couple breathy protests.

“I’m listening I promise I- we’ve just been here for hours Rain cloud”

It had been more like an hour. The passage of time slowing as Rain moves at his own leisure. A casual pace to the roll of his hips even as Dew attempts to move them faster. Rain had already soaked the sheets below them anyways, can’t help himself, but Dew’s eyes cross every time Rain sits back to add another comment about whatever he had decided was the topic of conversation.

“Could get up if you’re not feeling it, thought you enjoyed it when I sit sweetly in your lap. Thought you wanted something pretty to look at”

“I do baby-“

“Then stop complaining”

Dew lets out another breath he didn’t know he was holding. He readjusts them in an attempt to relieve something about their position. At least enough that he can focus on what Rain is saying to him.

“Anyways, Phantom just looks so sweet doesn’t he? Probably would drop to his knees in the common room if we asked him” Rain repeats, a soft hand caressing Dew’s chin to force his gaze. He studies Dew’s eyes for any hint that he’s not fully with him, enamored with the way his pupils dilate. Finally Dew rolls his eyes and bats Rain’s hand away, grumbling about how he’s still there.

“You really think that freak is obedient?”

“More obedient than you are” Rain chides “besides, if he listens when you send him on stupid errands to annoy Swiss, I wonder what else we could make him do.”

Phantoms eyes spark when he sees Dew and Rain. A mischievous glint that has Rain wanting to drag him between them and use him as they please. A finger beckoning him over, pointing at the floor, hell Dew barely had to motion to the stage before Phantom had eagerly dropped to his knees while on tour. Something Dew has not forgotten, or let Rain forget.

“I’ve heard the opposite. Swiss gets chatty when he’s high” Dew snickers. There’s a hint of jealousy to his voice as Rain praises the new summon while seated on his cock. A petulant tone that only makes Rain bite his lip in curiosity.

“Is that so?”

“Said he’s a fucking brat, that he’s got an awful mouth on him” Dew groans as Rain bounces lightly just to hear that tone of his go breathy again.

“Well considering how often I let you get away with it, I’m not concerned”

Rain adjusts again with a wicked look. He loves watching the cocky attitude in Dew melt away as he clenches down on his cock. Dew is adorable when he’s jealous, Rain could work him up for hours if he didn’t think Dew may burn down the abbey about it.

“He’s greedier than you are princess, Swiss could spank the stupid toy raw and he would beg for more”

“Guess I enjoy the challenge. Swiss encourages the bratting though and you of all ghouls should know that”

More than once had Swiss worked Dew up enough to get smoke coming out of his ears. Laughing in his face before sending him back to Rain covered in bruises after taunting the one ghoul who usually couldn’t control himself. Always quiet and docile, but they all knew the work it took to get him there. Swiss dishes his punishments hard, that fucking sadist, purely encouraging a bad habit so he can have his own fun.

"Sometimes Swiss has to subdue him with quintessence just to get him to shut his mouth. Poor thing will apparently just talk and babble until he's fucked stupid"

Oh that idea intrigues Rain more than it should. The idea of Phantom being so loud and disobedient that even Swiss can't handle him sometimes? He licks his lips, quickening his pace bouncing up and down on Dew just thinking about it. His thoughts are awful really, the terrible sadistic part of him wondering if he could get Phantom to submit without having to use magic.

He knows how hard Swiss can go, he's left plenty of cuts and bruises on Rain to make that point clear. But Rain wonders if Phantom will allow him to go harder.

“I think we could take him firefly. Could just tie him up until he wants to be good if the bug gets out of hand.” Rain muses. Dew pants and curses beneath him, trying to grab at Rain to slow him down.

“Fuck baby-“ Dew moans. There’s an internal debate of whether or not to force him to still his hips, loving the way he looks bouncing up and down. His dark hair framing his face as he tilts his head back blissed out on Dew’s cock, small tits bouncing slightly, he looks ethereal like this and if Dew wasn’t about to completely ruin the moment he would've been more than grateful to continue to watch.

There’s a small pause that lingers in the air as Rain finally stills. He leans forward into Dew’s chest against, panting right by his ear.

“Hope he’s a bit nasty for us, hope he makes me fucking claw at his skin until he sobs. Get him real marked up and docile, see a bruised bloody thing at our feet hanging onto our every word” Rain huffs, breathy and a cocky lit to his voice that has Dew whimpering at the idea. One of Rain’s claws drags down the side of Dew’s abdomen for emphasis as he just nods and gasps at the sting.

“Do you think he’s got that awful quint trait of being a fucking freak with his magic? Do you think he uses it to get what he wants?” Dew screws his eyes shut as Rain clenches down on him again. Omega certainly has an awful streak of using his magic to his advantage, they’re sure that’s how aether got to be so bad. Just a taste of power and Dew’s convinced the kid will be hooked. Will play dirty just to get a cock in him.

“I think we can make a sweet boy out of Phantom. Won’t need any magic to get what he wants if he listens”

“And how do you expect to do that?”

Rain smiles almost maliciously at Dew, his sharp teeth almost reflecting the low light in the room. A sweet hand comes to caress the side of his face, a stark contrast to the filth Dew knows Rain is thinking.

“Oh I was hoping you’d be a bit generous droplet, I was thinking I could offer him the opportunity to fuck my cunt if he’s a good boy. Maybe if you’re good too you can watch”

Dew practically growls, “Id just have to fuck you afterwards. He can’t fuck you like I can, would love to see him try though”

“Oh is that so? You don’t think he’s bigger than you are?” Rain reaches below him to grab at Dew’s cock, showing how easily it slips out when he’s not actively grinding down on it

Shame burns in Dew’s gut, his face going bright red seeing how Rain’s fist almost covers him completely. A spurt of pre dribbles down his fist only adding to the embarrassment, not only feeling of seeing Rain actively coo over how small he is, both of them knowing how aroused it makes Dew.

“Shut up” he grits.

“Seen and heard a couple things that tell me otherwise. I think he could fill me up nicely” Rain sits back on Dew’s cock again, tsking in mock disappointment. He reaches down to rub between his folds, biting his lip as he circles lightly on his clit. Dew can see how wet he is, more slick leaking out of him as he touches himself.

“That’s even if I let him near you. Don’t even want him to look at your pretty cunt, should be all mine”

Rain spreads himself at the words, two fingers showing off his pink little clit, completely engorged. Strings of his own arousal connect his fingers as he shows himself off. Dew wants to drool, to beg to get his mouth on him. Needing the salty, heady taste of Rain on his tongue.

“Don’t get jealous on me now. Besides, you’re not in charge Dewdrop” Rain sneers.

Dew whines, Rain’s hand coming to wrap lightly around his throat. A final grasp at power that Rain knows will leave him helpless and quiet for him.

“If you’re so jealous I could just have you both fuck me. Get both of your little cocks in me and see if It even stretches me out. Sure mountain or aether is bigger than you two combined, would be a really sweet sight to watch you two try though.”

#I hope I made u proud #cw degradation #cw humiliation #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

[fandomxpreferences]

Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Three: An Odd Alliance

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:pregnancy, I actually think thats it

Summary: You and Rafe talk things out and JJ and John B realize something.

Word Count:1.9k

Rafe showing up at the chateau is the last thing you expected, and probably the worst thing he could've done. 

The sentiment isn't lost on you, but it's been less than ten minutes since JJ found out the truth. Even though he made a promise, you have to admit it's tempting when Rafe just offered himself up on a silver platter. 

"You son of a bitch!"

You know your brother better than anyone, which is exactly why your hand flies out to stop him before he can even lunge. Your back is turned, but you know you were right when you feel his chest slam into your forearm. 

"Okay, I think we should step aside."

It's less of a suggestion and more of an instruction as you glare at your brother, and Rafe lets you lead the way. 

You start toward the chateau and don't stop until you're seated on the bed in the guest room, far away from prying eyes and ears. 

You stare up at the man expectantly, your arms crossed over your chest as if it'll protect your heart from further damage.

Rafe is the perfect image of anxiety as he paces the room gnawing on his lip until you're sure it's going to bleed. His hands fidget as he plays with the ring on his forefinger, and you swear you can see the faint beginnings of sweat on his forehead. 

He practiced in his head the whole way over, but being in front of you now it all seems to be slipping his mind. He has so much to say, yet no words to express it. 

This is the side of Rafe no one sees; even you've only experienced it one other time after he had a fight with Ward. 

It's part of why you kept sleeping with him; he's so human like this. It becomes painfully obvious once the armor comes off that deep down Rafe is traumatized and longing for someone to understand him. 

To love him and choose him. 

Under the snarky cruelty, he's just a person. It's not that Rafe can't be vulnerable or show his emotions; it's that he's afraid to. 

For as long as he could talk he's had it drilled into his head that 'Cameron's don't cry' and that one day he'll be the man of the family. He had so much put on him at such a young age, it's no wonder he crumbled under the pressure. 

The forgotten child that can never seek guidance, but is punished and ridiculed when they make the wrong choice. 

You wait patiently for him to calm down, but when he doesn't, your hand reaches out and grabs his. He halts his movements, his eyes fluttering closed as your calmness seems to transfer to him. 

His panic starts to subside and unbeknownst to both of you, his heartbeat slowly syncs with yours. He just breathes for a moment before kneeling in front of you. 

Seeing Rafe open up willingly is something you would never expect, but apparently finding out you're having a child changes you in an instant. 

He isn't sure what he wants, but he's dead set on what he doesn't want. He doesn't want his kid to grow up fatherless and asking questions. 

He doesn't want you to go through this alone and he doesn't want to try and sleep at night not knowing every little thing about how your pregnancy is going. 

He doesn't want to be left wondering; forced to imagine what his son or daughter is like as he pretends they don't exist. 

"I'm sorry I left earlier. I freaked out and I didn't want to snap at you." 

His voice is so gentle it makes your head spin, and your hand reaches up to caress his now stubbled cheek in an admittedly intimate gesture. 

"It's okay. I kind of dropped it on you. I'd rather you walk away and cool off than start a fight. Just tell me that next time."

He nods his head and passes over your use of the phrase next time. He hopes this doesn't happen again; he hates the idea of walking away from you no matter the circumstances.

"I took some time to think, and I want you to know I'm here. I don't know what we are or what you want us to be, but we can figure it out as we go. I want to be around for every single thing, whether it's holding your hair back or going out to get you food ten times in one night."

You mull over his confession and swallow the lump in your throat. Your silence seems to last forever and Rafe gets more nervous with every second. 

You could easily tell him to fuck off and he couldn't do a damn thing about it except try to change your mind. Something in him knows you wouldn't do that though. 

"Okay. You can be as involved as you want and we can see where the relationship goes. But Rafe, once you decide you're all in you can't back out. I'm not doing the one foot in one foot out bullshit. So are you sure?"

He doesn't hesitate before answering, his head turning to press a kiss to your palm.

"I'm sure. I'm 100% all in."

The smile you give him is blinding and you nod your head. 

"Okay then."

He leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back with wide eyes. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I've just gotten so used to-"

You cut him off with a giggle and give him a peck. 

"It's okay, Rafe. I don't mind."

You see him visibly relax at your reassurance and grab his hand before standing. You can practically feel the nerves rolling off him in waves as you lead him back to the group, your brother and John B leaping to their feet as soon as they see you. 

"Down, boys. We talked it out, everything is fine. He's going to be involved as much as he can."

JJ eyes Rafe suspiciously, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of his body as it travels all the way down to his feet and back up.

"So are you two together or what?" 

You look at Rafe before turning to John B and shrugging your shoulders. 

"Or what. We're figuring it out as we go."

He doesn't mention the fact your hands are laced together, or the pure adoration in Rafe's eyes as they stay glued to your figure. 

"If you even think about hurting her-"

Rafe cuts JJ off with a curt nod and clears his throat. 

"I'm dead, I get it. Trust me, bro, that's one thing you and I see eye to eye on."

JJ's lip quirks for a fraction of a second, and you know that everything is going to be okay. You make your way over to your original seat, JJ and Rafe taking their places on either side of you. Rafe figures he might as well get acquainted seeing as he's tied to the group for the rest of his life now. 

"So," Sarah starts, and everyone adjusts to face her. 

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

You shake your head and your eyes flit to look at Rafe, a relieved expression blanketing his face. 

"No, I just found out today. I haven't had a chance to make an appointment."

Rafe squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. 

"We can call tomorrow. I want to be there."

JJ and John B share a look at the sweet gesture, taken aback at how domestic Rafe is acting. They've seen him around with a lot of women, and not once has he ever shown any form of affection. 

It doesn't go unnoticed the way you lean into his touch, the same sparkle in your eyes when you look at Rafe that he has when looking at you. They silently wonder if the two of you know, but the way your eyes quickly avert when you catch either staring tells them you don't. 

JJ can't stop himself from asking the question everyone is thinking, his curiosity and nosiness getting the best of him. 

"How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know?"

You stare at the ground as you answer, not wanting to see the pain you know is going to be on your brother's face. 

"About six months. No one else knows."

You already know exactly what JJ looks like as you hear him exhale a long sharp breath. He can't believe that not only were you sleeping with the enemy, but that you hid it for half a year. He thought the two of you were closer than that. 

Granted, he knows he wouldn't have reacted in the best way; that much was proven tonight. Still, he assumed you knew he would love you no matter what. 

"Wait, so what are you gonna tell Dad?"

Sarah's voice cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter and sinks straight into your chest. You hadn't thought about that yet; the mere idea has panic crawling up your throat. 

Rafe has though, and he seems prepared as he spits out his response the second she's done speaking. 

"The truth. I'm a grown man, and if he doesn't like it then he can shove it."

He says it so casually that it almost brings you comfort. Almost.

"Rafe, he hates Pogues. But a Maybank of all people? He's going to do everything in his power to stop this, and I think we both know that his reach is pretty much unlimited."

Your voice trembles as you speak the words out loud, and Rafe has you wrapped in his arms in an instant. 

"Hey, I'm a Cameron too. He isn't going to hurt you, I promise. I'll make sure of that." 

You can't help but feel his words have an underlying meaning, but you don't press the subject. You know Rafe has been involved in some shady shit, to say the least, and you don't want to know how far he's willing to go to make good on his promise. 

You nod into his shoulder, your breathing subconsciously matching his as you calm down from your impending anxiety attack. 

"You know you have to tell him soon, right? I mean, word travels fast on the island and it's gonna be a lot worse if he hears it through the grapevine." 

Rafe and JJ both shoot Sarah a harsh glare, and she raises her hands defensively as the two men stare at her like Dobermans ready to attack.

"I'm just trying to be the voice of reason."

You feel Rafe heave a breath and nuzzle further into him. 

"We can go to the appointment first and confirm everything, then tell him." You decide and Rafe kisses the top of your head with a nod. 

"Sounds good to me."

The night wraps up and Rafe is about to head out when he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and comes face to face with your brother, mentally bracing for whatever's about to happen. 

"I can see that you care about her, so as far as I'm concerned, we're cool. We can't change the situation and I don't want any more bad blood in my family. That being said, if your dad so much as looks at her sideways, I'm going to rip his eyes out." 

JJ's expecting a snarky response, and his eyebrows shoot up when Rafe looks as serious as he does. 

"You'll have to beat me to it."

At that, Rafe turns on his heel and climbs into his truck, leaving behind a stunned JJ.

@i-love-rafe @itsmytimetoodream@brynley-a-xoxo@whore4drew@houseofperfecttaste@everythingmarveltopgun@f4ll-for-you@athenabarnes@antagonize-me-motherfucker@writtenwordslover@madsnxo @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @starrystarkey93 @keylin1730 @fulla02 @loving-and-dreaming @evening-starlight @ibleedcalories

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron #jj maybank #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks

[wheels-of-despair]

I Promise Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie gives Evil Woman something special during a quiet moment together on Christmas Morning '85. Contains: Sleepy Evil Woman, Playful Eddie Munson, teasing, biting, snark, fluff, Cinderella slander, a present, a rude interruption. Words: 1k

"Merry Christmaaas."

If you ignore it, maybe it'll go away.

"I know you can hear meee."

Eddie, who you imagine is probably propped up on his elbow looking down at you from behind, leans down to kiss the side of your neck. You pretend you're not melting inside.

"I can see you turning into a pile of gooooo," he whispers.

Your smile betrays you.

"Knew it."

You open your eyes and look at the clock beside your bed.

"Why are you waking me up so early on Christmas, jerk?" you grumble into your pillow and close your eyes again.

"You're supposed to wake up early on Christmas, Mrs. Jerk."

You move your face a few inches to a cooler stretch of pillow, fighting a smile.

Eddie's lips meet your neck again, and you try not to let on how much--fuck. You moan quietly and lean back into him.

"You like that?"

"Hate you."

"No, you don't," he chuckles. "You looove me and you want to be mine foreeeever and you want to turn over so I can give you a present."

"Now?"

"Mhm," he hums, nuzzling his nose into your neck. "While it's just us."

"Can't move 'til you stop that."

"Stop what?" he asks, leaving a light kiss behind your ear. He knows damn well what.

"That," you whimper, completely immobilized.

"Let me help," he says, removing his mouth and putting a hand on your shoulder to roll you over onto your back so you can see him.

His hair is a mess. You snort. He narrows his eyes.

"What?"

"You look like the newest member of Cinderella." You smile sleepily and reach out to touch his out-of-control hair. He catches your hand before you can reach him and places it on the bed between you.

"Alright, no present for you."

"Eddieee," you whine, reaching for his hair again.

"Nope." You're awake enough to play now, and keep trying to get your hands into his hair. He blocks your every move with a karate chop.

"Some people find that hairspray and spandex thing attractive," you tease.

"We are no longer speaking. Good day, madam." He pulls the covers over your head and holds them so he doesn't have to look at you. Instead of fighting to get out, you lunge at his faded Dio shirt and bite where you imagine his nipple is. He yelps and lets you go, meaning you weren't far off.

You emerge from beneath the covers with a smirk. He's leaning over the side of the bed, fumbling with the jeans he'd left on your floor last night. You fight the urge to push him… not completely off the bed, just enough to make him panic and flail a little. He surfaces with his hand clutched into a fist before you can act on it.

"You gonna be nice if I give you a present early?"

"Maybe," you grin.

He holds his hand away from you and glares.

You pout.

He raises an eyebrow and waits.

"Fine." You roll your eyes in defeat. "I promise I'll be nice." You bat your eyelashes innocently, knowing he'll never buy it. He proceeds anyway.

"Close your eyes."

You close them for a second before a thought occurs to you.

"Eddie, if I open my eyes and your balls are in my face, I'm gonna keep biting."

He snorts. "Shut up," he orders, reaching for your hand. You grin and let him. You feel him slide something onto your finger.

"Okay, you can look."

You open your eyes and look down at… a mood ring. It's pretty and silver and the colors are already swirling as it adjusts from Eddie's temperature to yours. You love it. You admire it for a second before returning your attention to Eddie's face. He's chewing on his lip.

"…you like it?" he asks nervously.

You look at it again and pretend to consider it, just to make him sweat a little. You crack after a few seconds and come in for a kiss. "I love it," you mumble against his lips. He smiles and kisses you back.

When you're out of breath, you lie on your backs. You hold up your hand and watch the ring's color change again.

"Well, it's definitely not a purity ring," you observe.

Eddie snorts.

"Is it a promise ring?" you ask, half-joking. Promise rings are for good girls who find their one true love at church at the age of 16 and can't wait 'til they're old enough to announce a real engagement.

"I promise I'll bite it off your finger if you call it that," Eddie threatens. You can hear the smile in his voice. "It's an I Love You ring. 'Cause I saw it and thought of you. 'Cause I love you."

"Very eloquent, Edward," you tease.

"Shut up," he grumbles, knocking your knee beneath the covers with his own.

You laugh and turn over, landing nearly on top of him. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him.

"It's perfect, Eds. I love it."

"Yeah?" he asks, looking smug.

"Yeah," you smile. You're so in love with this doofus, you don't know what to do with yourself.

You lean forward for another kiss, but a knock on your door interrupts before you make contact.

"Get up, freaks, it's present time."

You sigh together but don't move to get up just yet. You stare at each other for a moment, just soaking up a few more seconds of your first shared Christmas morning. And then Eddie's stomach rumbles, pulling you out of your reverie with a grin.

"C'mon," you say with a kiss to the tip of his nose. "There's cinnamon buns and a stocking with your name on it that needs to be looted."

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman

[mxmeiyun]

(Kristina comes on around the 3:42 mark.)

Do you see the edits? "I do see the edits. I don't see all of them, but I've seen quite a few. Sometimes I watch these things and I'm like, I was there. I did the scene. I did the scene ten times. Why am I crying?"

When asked about the Mother Superion and Jillian ship: "God knows that, well. Both of them need somebody to love and to love them... Like Mommy, I mean mother, I mean."

"The saddest part is we don't know when we'll see each other again." 😭

Is Beatrice a tea or coffee person? "Tea. I feel she'll know how to prepare every single type of tea and she'll she'll be very anal about how to do that. And she'd probably yell at Ava for doing her tea wrong or whatever."

Is Beatrice really royalty? "No, I don't believe so."

On following ice hockey: "Yeah, the only thing you need to know is don't whack people with the stick no matter how much you want to."

On Beatrice's name: "Sally's gonna haunt me forever. I'll hear it in my dreams, softly whispering in my ear. Sally. Sally. I'll wake up in cold sweats, screaming."

About who's the big spoon: "I think they spoon interchangeably. Take that as you will."

Obviously you're aware of how much of an impact the character Beatrice has had on so many people. But how has she personally impacted you, and what have you taken away from her that you would like to bring to your own life? "Decorum." "I think there's a there's a sense of confidence, even if you are not. Confident in all of yourself, you can still be confident in the parts that you are secure in, and you know your skills. If you're not ready to be completely open and live your truth in full honesty, then it doesn't mean that you still can't have integrity and confidence and stand up for yourself. And integrity of character and belief in my skills that Beatrice has cultivated already, and that I definitely, when I started playing her, I was like, I am an imposter. I'm gonna get fired from the show immediately." "But like you get that feeling when you go to work or whatever. You go to school. You're like, I do not know any of the things that I know and then you slowly start to realize that you do know, and then you're like, OK, I can hold on to that and make that my my backbone for now until I'm ready to face all the other things that I know to be true about myself, but I'm not ready to project into the world or or represent in the in openly in the world."

If you could spend a day with any of the characters, who would it be and why? "I think I'd have a pretty good time with Ava."

Do you think you're more like Ava or Beatrice? "It just kind of depends on the situation. I feel like if you just talk to me and we're like really good friends for a long time, I might come off more like Ava. But I feel like if I'm not really that close to you, I might come off more as a Beatrice."

How are you taking care of yourself in light of today's news? "Well, first of all, thank you. I'm doing fine. I am in therapy. Therapy great, guys." "It certainly feels like a massive hit to the community, and to us, as well. It's important to take those feelings that are coming up now and try to cultivate them into how you can- I'm just speaking for myself, I can't speak for anybody else- but for me it's about how can I turn these feelings into something useful for me going forward rather than languishing in it for too long. Obviously, your feelings are valid and should be felt to their fullest extent, but don't let them consume you, because then that's not doing anyone service." "Someone taught me a method in acting school, my improv teacher, and he said, 'Whenever something bad happens in your life, pretend you're going into this helicopter. The further up you go in that helicopter, the smaller the problem is, the more you can see around you and the more you can see how that problem does or does not affect everything else around your helicopter. And put into context of how you can affect change positively once you come back to the ground, once you're in the midst of it rather than staying too close to the to the issue at hand and and not actually realizing all the other things that are going on." "I think that's that thinking has helped me a lot whenever something kind of goes wrong or things are not going the way I want them to. But take time for self-care. That's like the most important. If you feel like things are overwhelming then it's always important to look at the things to reprioritize um and always prioritize yourself. Spend your own health and your own wellbeing." "Because anything in life, even if it seems like a little thing like this show got cancelled and now you're upset, you know it might seem to some people like a little thing, but their opinion is not a priority. Your wellbeing is a priority, so always keep that in mind." "And HYDRATE."

Responding to a comment about Beatrice really resonating with a lot of fans and praise of her performance, time, and energy: "Thank you... Beatrice launched my career so she's one that i'm definitely going to hold to heart for many many years to come."

Reflecting on her increased visibility: "You know, at this point, it's not a burden. At this point, I can do this with you guys and it's completely fine. It's the same thing with anything; when something new starts happening, you learn to deal with it and where your boundaries are. I've been so lucky that you guys are all so respectful, and I really, really appreciate that from all of you. It's definitely not the norm for every fandom, so it's incredibly special what you have made this to be. So I commend all of you and I'm so grateful."

Were you shocked by the broad reach of the show, or was it something you anticipated? "Definitely. I was surprised when the first season came out, it was so globally successful. I mean, that just goes to show that some subject matter is felt all around the world. And a beauty of Warrior Nun is that there are so many characters everywhere around the world you can definitely find one that you can root for."

Responding to one fan whose wife has recently passed, and with whom she watched the show with love: "Oh my God, you're gonna make me cry. First of all, so sorry for your loss. I can't even imagine how that must be, and I applaud your courage. Thank you. I'm glad this show can be a good memory for you guys and continuing forward. That there's something you can always remember with a warm heart."

Responding to love from Brazil: "I fear if I ever go to Brazil."

"Fear not the bowl of rice, 'tis but a bowl of rice."

Responding to one of the APOP producers wanting to make sure none of their tweets made her uncomfortable: "I'm, like, fully aware of what I've gotten myself into." Do you see all those, Christina? Like, I know there's a joke that you have a burner account, but. "No, I don't. This is my only account."

"I feel like if the pope joins this conversation, he'll no longer be able to call himself His Holiness." Did you see the Warrior Nun stan that recommended the show to the Pope? "No?! Nice... Yeah, somebody just has to tell him to skip that episode, you know?"

*Records an alarm sound for a fan named Janina with increasing intensity*

Wait, Kristina, can you say gay rights? "Wait, what about it?" Just the phrase. "Gay rights." *awkward cheers* "Really lukewarm cheers from the crowd."

Kristina, to Ange Hall: "Well, actually, and I have a question for you. Tell me again, what was the progression of the dickwaffle conversation?" "I feel like Netflix being harassed by penis waffles- someone needs to draw the art of." "Make it rain dickwaffles. No, I mean, obviously, do it respectfully. But like, respectfully make it rain dickwaffles. For legal reasons this is completely a joke. But also, you can't really get mad at dickwaffles. Like, come on."

#warrior nun #kristina tonteri-young #warrior nun blogging

[difeisheng]

for the last first time

A sequel to @ilgaksu's ficlet, which you can read here. We're both terrible enablers of each other, which results in things like us spontaneously deciding to start a fic series at a time when both of us should have been asleep. You can also find both our ficlets on Ao3 here.

This investigation should have proceeded like any other. Or at least what Di Feisheng would consider any other, with precedent set by all the cases he's been dragged into solving: make observations on your own as much as possible, be discreet, then ask around for clues if necessary. By simple inquiry or by interrogation, whichever is required. Being at Fang Duobing's side, day in and day out, means that Di Feisheng is expected to try the former first, excruciating as it is. Fortunately he doesn't often have to make conversation himself, not when Fang Duobing has enough words for both of them, and probably one person more. 

    There's nothing much left for Di Feisheng to do, in such cases, but wait until he's done. Standing in contentedly threatening silence, while Fang Duobing's pleading dark eyes work to whatever confession-eliciting effect they seem to have, alongside the charm of a person who acts like they have patience for other people and genuinely seems to mean it.

    And this is where today deviates from that standard of 'any other', because asking around for clues, more often than not, demands venturing into places where lips are likely to loosen with wine, or food, or money. These Di Feisheng can tolerate, the hazy chatter of a tavern or anonymous sea of a marketplace. The disappearance of this particular local aristocrat Fang Duobing is looking into, however, has led them somewhere else, areas in which the man liked to spend his time. As it turns out, brothels draw everyone from the peasants to the magistrates, and so there information can be traded for alongside pleasure.

   For some, anyway. Di Feisheng straightens his posture, grips his blade more tightly, and shuffles his stance to look out at the bustling street. The lanterns strung between buildings, casting a warm glow over the city as dusk crests over the horizon. The sky, settling from blue to inky violet. The calls of street vendors and clusters of people finding their way home or out of it.

    Essentially, facing anywhere that isn't the sweet-faced girl outside the door of the brothel behind him, probably no more than twenty and, based on her expression and the lilting beckon of gongzi when Fang Duobing parted with Di Feisheng here, wanting more from him than as much indifference as he can politely project.

    Why did Fang Duobing insist on paying a visit during the evening? Oh, he knows— It'll be easiest to find information when it's busy, and we'll be less conspicuous, he'd said to Di Feisheng's blank stare that morning— but really, they couldn't have tried for before every courtesan had settled into their evening routine?

    You're not shy about this, are you, A-Fei? Fang Duobing had smiled then, as though he wasn't still half-draped over Di Feisheng with the sheets a tangled mess, the underrobe sweat-clinging to Fang Duobing the only clothing on either of them. And Di Feisheng had turned over in demonstrative answer, had bitten another blossoming mark into Fang Duobing's clavicle that was only barely hidden by his collars when they rolled out of bed—

    And apparently his plan for Di Feisheng's reluctance was to let him stand outside this pleasure house by himself.

    (No, he's not shy. It's simply that this many years on, Di Feisheng has never known need to navigate an establishment like this. For all that Fang Duobing never seemed to grow close to them, women still have a better chance at turning his head. Or at least of him being able to convincingly pretend as such.)

    (Only a single instance of life and death could draw that act out of Di Feisheng. He would, to the point of being poisoned instead, rather not relive that again.)

    "Gongzi, wouldn't you like to come inside and warm up?" the girl at the top of the steps calls, presumably to him. "I'd hate for you to catch cold. Winter will be here soon, you know." Di Feisheng closes his eyes, and bites back clipped words, about how he's faced things far worse than autumn wind. Even while making a quiet joke of himself lurking outside a brothel. What's taking Fang Duobing so long?

    From behind him comes the gentle clink of stone jewelry, soft, light footfalls along the ground toward him, and it seems this time Di Feisheng can't use mishearing the girl as an excuse. What can he think of to say, as a soft rejection, between this moment and the one when she'll approach him? Too late, that instant approaches; Di Feisheng turns, readies something (nothing) on his tongue—

    And it's Fang Duobing who's there, a whirlwind in the next breath, grip like iron landing on Di Feisheng's forearm. "A-Fei," he says, half-breathless, eyes wide in the dawning dark like he's seen a ghost. Before Di Feisheng can form a single sentence he's being hauled up the steps, past the startled form of the girl, stumbling after Fang Duobing by instinct.

    "What are you doing?" he manages to get out, stopping before he's pulled through the doors. Only years of balancing in far more precarious situations keeps Di Feisheng from tripping over the threshold. The sign above declares this place the House of Scarlet Delights, in well-kept paint. He glares at Fang Duobing, trying to shove the boy's arm off of him.

    "A-Fei," Fang Duobing says, again, more insistently and this time tinged with the inflection of every bit the heir to a wealthy estate, one that signifies he expects to be listened to. Because he seems to have forgotten any other way to communicate, apparently.

    Di Feisheng, for his part, had forgotten that Fang Duobing is comparable to himself in stature and strength, and so it only takes one off-guard yank with renewed vigor for him to nearly fall forward through the doorway.

    The noise of laughter and music crashes over Di Feisheng, from a gentle ebb outside to being struck by a wave. Everywhere in this place is colour, in clothes, lights, art and hangings along the walls, but none of it is of interest to himself. Nor to Fang Duobing, who pulls him through scattered groups of other customers as soon as Di Feisheng is steady on his arm, without time for surprise to settle. His grasp slides down Di Feisheng's wrist, then laced with his hand, in his hasty steps a pace ahead.

    Later, Di Feisheng won't be sure if it is the people around him who part in his path, or whether it is the first caught sight that urges him forward without thought through everyone else, until he stands before a low dais at the opposite end of the hall. And there, a slim figure kneeling with a flute in his hands, jade-green and vaguely familiar, is... is....

    "It's him," Fang Duobing says, faraway sound like Di Feisheng is underwater along with the rest of the room, and he doesn't need Fang Duobing to state the obvious, anyway. Not when Di Feisheng would know the set of those shoulders, the wear of the hands that wield the flute like they once did a sword, anywhere, draped in black and green silk though they are. Not when he would be able to recall the amused smile of his eyes, and the shape of his mouth when it held some unasked-for remark, even if he were without his memories, and knows for a fact that he did once. The unfamiliar rouge touched to his lips, the fall of his hair, snow-white like the morning after a winter storm, could never distort any of that.

    The musician tilts his head, a charming performance calculated, and at his sight brushing across Di Feisheng's, time seems to freeze.

    All that's left in the world is Di Feisheng, and Fang Duobing's hand a lifeline aligned with his own, and relief-joy-relinquished grief all at once, at someone who is dead twice and somehow alive before him again.

    Li Xiangy— Li Lianhua, Di Feisheng tries to speak, or whichever one it is. No sound works its way from his throat.

    The figure kneeling before him glances forward, gaze falling level with Di Feisheng's own, holding him there. Fox to prey.

    There is nothing, in this moment, he truly needs to say at all.

#mysterious lotus casebook #difang #liansanjiao #fic #ashton writes fic #di feisheng #fang duobing #li xiangyi

[sissylittlefeather]

Hi friends! I wrote another fic. I'm just churning these out right now because I'm obsessed 😂

You really have to suspend reality for this one. Like, just let your imagination have at it and try not to think about how it would actually work out. Also, it's based on a scene from the movie, so it's probably more Austin!Elvis, but you could pretend it really happened with EP if you wanted to. The world is your oyster. Dream on.

This is a continuation of Baby What's Your Name?, but you don't necessarily have to read that one first. Basically, all my fics exist in the same timeline with the same Elvis & reader characters.

Warnings: F/m p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, cops?, smut, cussing, MINORS DNI 18+

Summary: this takes place after the riot at the Russwood Park show in the Elvis (2022) movie. Austin!Elvis x reader (y/n). You've come to comfort Elvis after they shove him in the cop car.

Always, Honey

You sit and watch in horror as the police officers drag Elvis from the stage. He's finally done it. He's gone too far and the people in charge stepped in. For a minute or two, you sit there in shock at what's happening with your hand covering your open mouth.

You need to get to him, but you know it won't be easy. You're not there in any official capacity. His parents don't know about you. The Colonel has suspicions that Elvis has been seeing someone, but he doesn't know who you are. No one knows that you've been with Elvis every time you could since that first night together when you threw your panties on the stage. What started with lust has turned into a relationship and you realize right now in this moment that you love him. Your worry for him makes that clear. You have to find a way to get to him.

You shake off the shock of the moment and stand up. You were sitting toward the back of the concert, so you can see the squad car at the back of the ballpark. That's where they will be headed. You take off in that direction, away from all the other fans who are running toward him. You make it to the car. As you stand there trying to decide what to do next, you see the crowd coming through the gates, and the officers dragging Elvis are at the center. He's yelling to his parents to get in the car they're being taken to, trying to keep himself clear of policemen and fans alike. You pretend to be just another fan as they shove him in the backseat and close the door. You're standing on the other side of the car when actual fans press in around you, screaming and grabbing at the car. You manage to get your face down to the window and knock on it, just praying that he'll look over in your direction. You pull on the door, but it's locked. You knock again on the window and yell as loud as you can, "E!"

He hears your voice amidst the chaos and turns, seeing you in the window. There's no one in the front seat yet, so he's able to unlock the door and open it just enough for you to slip into the backseat with him. He pulls you close to him and grabs your face with both hands.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, E, I'm fine. Are you okay?" He relaxes a little, knowing that you aren't hurt.

"Man, that was... I'm pissed, but yeah, I'm not hurt or anything." He pulls you in for a kiss. He's dripping in sweat, but you don't care. This isn't the first time he's kissed you after a show. Usually you're squeezed somewhere backstage together for a quick moment before he's whisked away to wherever he's supposed to be post-performance.

Just then, though, the front doors of the car open and the cops slide into their positions on the front seat. The one in the passenger seat turns to look back at Elvis, glaring with a hatred you've never seen before. Elvis glares back with the same intensity. It takes a minute for the cop to even realize you're back there.

"What the hell is she doing in here? Get her out! You can't have a damn fan girl in the backseat when you're getting arrested!"

"IF SHE GETS OUT, I GET OUT." Elvis yells. You can see his hands shaking with rage. "SHE IS NOT A FAN. SHE IS MY GIRL." Your head whips around and your eyes lock on him. That's the first time he's acknowledged what you might be to each other.

The cop opens his mouth to yell back, but the other officer cuts in.

"-- you can't open the door right now. There's too many people out there and we need to go. She's going to have to stay where she is." He drives off slowly, careful to not run over any of the fans who are mobbing the car.

"Well... just... don't touch her." The passenger seat cop growls at Elvis, who defiantly throws his arm around you.

"I'll do what I damn well please. What are you gonna do? Arrest me?"

The cop's face goes beet red and he turns around in his seat to face front. Elvis plants a kiss on the side of your head and apologizes quietly.

"I'm sorry about all this, honey." He's got one hand around your shoulder and the other on your thigh. You look up into his eyes.

"Your girl, huh?" You try to keep your smile from giving away the elation you feel in your heart. Yep. You absolutely are in love with him. He gives you a soft smile.

"Yeah, baby, that alright with you?"

"Yeah, if that's what you want."

"If it means you're all mine, then it's what I want, kid." Your heart flip flops in your chest.

"And are you all mine?" You shouldn't have asked that. You know he belongs to his fans. You prepare yourself for him to say no without saying no.

"Always, honey." He leans in to kiss you again, this time with his lips parted. You let your tongue explore his as you turn toward him and move your legs across his lap. The hand that was on your thigh moves back to your hip as he pulls you in to him as close as you can get without straight up straddling him. He leans you back in the seat until he's on top of you.

"E. There are COPS in the front seat." You whisper with your teeth gritted. You feel the desire starting to build up between your legs, but you know this cannot happen here.

"I know, honey, I just want to make my girl feel good. Can I do that?" Your resolve melts. Let the cops watch, for all you care in this moment.

He sits up and slides his hands up under your dress, pulling your panties down your legs and over your shoes. You feel his hand crawl back up your thigh to your center. He uses his thumb to make circles on the spot that drives you so crazy. Then, he dips his fingers into you, where you're already wet and waiting for him. He uses some of your wetness to lubricate what his thumb is doing. It gets harder and harder to stay quiet as he works, so you bite your bottom lip and close your eyes.

"Damn, baby. You look so good right now." He whispers, not stopping what his hand is doing. Your heart is beating so fast and your breathing is heavy. You know your climax is coming and you're just praying that you'll stay quiet and the cops won't turn around until after you finish. He moves his thumb faster and faster, his fingers rubbing against your inside spot. You let out a small whine as the waves of ecstasy ripple through you. You look at Elvis and he smiles as he feels the throbbing and wetness on his fingers.

Almost on cue, the cop in the passenger side turns back to the backseat as you arrive at your destination. You shoot up in your seat and Elvis clears his throat, pulling his hand from under your skirt. You can't tell if the cop is clueless, or if he's just ignoring what happened so he doesn't have to talk about it. The driver pulls around to the back of the police station to avoid any press that might be gathered at the front.

"We have to go inside and get things arranged to bring you inside quietly. Arresting a movie star is harder than you think. Young lady, come with us." You start to move toward the door, but Elvis grabs your hand.

"I told you, officer, if she gets out, I get out. She's staying with me." He says it with so much authority that even the cop relents. He closes the door and both officers walk up to the back of the building. The second they're out of view, you turn back to Elvis and undo his pants, freeing his erection.

"Honey, what..?" He looks at you puzzled until he figures out what you're doing. He whips his head from side to side looking out both windows for paparazzi or cops or anyone at all while you hike up your skirt and straddle him. As you slide down onto him, your eyes meet and you moan in unison. You know you probably only have a few minutes, so you work fast, bouncing on him vigorously.

"Oh shit, baby." Elvis groans into your ear as his pleasure is released. Between the build up, watching you orgasm, and the thrill of maybe getting caught, he didn't last long at all. You push his wet hair back off of his sweaty forehead and kiss him. He's about to apologize for coming so quickly when you notice the cops coming back out. You jump off of him and sit back in your seat while he puts himself away and wipes off as much evidence as possible.

"I hope it's kinda dark in there." He laughs and holds your hand as the cops open his door. He turns back to you and gives you one last kiss.

"I'll see you soon, baby." They take him out of the car and cuff him as the other officer helps you out of the car. When you get inside, they let you use the phone to call Margie to come get you. It's not until you're in her car that you realize you've left your panties in the cop car. You giggle. Another pair of panties lost because of Elvis Presley...

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