#like honestly go fuck yourself with your bad knee if you’re going to brush a kid or young adult being disabled off as no big deal and normal

[ellemj]

Against the Rules

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One-Shot: SMUT

Summary: Bucky's trying to fuck you senseless so you'll have to sleep over. Isn't that how a friends with benefits situation is supposed to work?

Warnings: profanity, overstimulation, praise, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talking, somewhat possessive!Bucky, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I've been unreasonably horny bc I haven't had time to spend with the man I'm obsessed with this past week, so I channeled that energy into writing this shit today

Your body can’t take anymore. You’re sure that at any given moment, the last shred of physical strength that you’ve been using just to keep your legs underneath you will unravel and you’ll go crashing to the surface of the bed. You’ve been going at this for too hard, and for too long.

Bucky knows you’re struggling to keep up. He can feel the way your entire body trembles as he fucks his cock into you relentlessly, as he whispers soft praises in your ear to keep you motivated. Every time he bottoms out inside you he fears your knees might give way and you’ll tell him it’s too much, that this is the last time. Truthfully, Bucky doesn’t know why he’s still fucking the shit out of your tight little cunt when he’s already coaxed three orgasms out of you tonight, when he’s already finished inside of two condoms himself. It’s as if he’s stuck in an infinite loop, continuously thrusting into you and tugging your hips back to meet his every single time. He can’t fucking stop.

As the head of Bucky’s cock brushes against your cervix, eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure that only a well-endowed man can draw out of you, you let out a loud moan and tighten your grip on his bedsheets. Your head drops down until your forehead is pressing into the soft fabric of his pillowcase.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so fucking well.” Bucky groans out. Instead of speeding up as you’d expect, Bucky slows down and deepens his thrusts even more. Every slow drag of his cock leaving your pussy makes you subconsciously clench down, your body fighting to keep him buried inside you. “Look at that, baby.” He coos softly, leaning over you until his chest is draped over your back and his lips are grazing the shell of your ear once again. “You’re so tired, so fucked out, but your body just wants more.”

The moan you let out into his pillow is pornographic and embarrassingly needy as you arch your back and shuffle your knees to spread outward a little more. He’s right. Bucky’s always right. You want more.

He’s always taken his duty as your fuck buddy seriously. He always shows up at your door when you call, always lets you in when you find yourself at his door. He lets you vent about your day while he undoes his belt. He gives you advice about upcoming missions while he watches your clothes pile up on the floor beside his bed. He gives you the most godly form of pleasure and relief solely with his body, leaving you satisfied every time. It started out as an occasional activity, only occurring when you had a particularly bad week. After two months, it’s become an addiction. If you aren’t calling him nearly every night of the week, he’s calling you. If you can’t find the time to meet up and get each other off, he finds a way to get you alone during the work week at SHIELD headquarters. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t been caught on some kind of surveillance yet. It was just yesterday that he led you into an empty meeting room and laid you on the mahogany table. He spent ten minutes eating you out like your taste was the only thing he’d been able to think about all day.

“Bucky…” His name falls from your lips as you lift your head from the pillow. You watch as his headboard shifts back and forth in front of your face, hitting the wall over and over again with every snap of his hips.

“I know.” He whispers, pressing a kiss against your shoulder as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts. He feels fear coursing through him. Fear that you’ve had enough, that you’ll gather your things and head back to your apartment. It’s why he’s fucking you so damn hard tonight. He secretly hopes that you’ll be too sore to get up and get dressed, too sore to even think about getting out of his bed and leaving him tonight. He wants to fuck you so hard that you have to stay. “I know, baby. I just need one more from you.” He rasps against your skin. He straightens up behind you once more, continuing to fuck you while his hands grip your hips and his eyes take in your arched back and reddened ass. Just one more, he thinks.

“Bucky, you didn’t put another condom on.” His rhythm falters, slowing to a stop while his dick remains sheathed inside you. Fuck. He didn’t put a condom on after the last time he finished. How the hell did he forget? He’s never fucked anyone without one. It’s as if it didn’t even cross his mind when he took the last one off twenty minutes ago.

“Shit.” He groans, screwing his eyes shut and turning his face up to the ceiling. He needs to pull out and put one on if he’s going to finish this. Bucky starts slowly dragging his cock out of you, letting you feel every inch of him against your walls as he goes. “You were just letting me fuck you raw?” A loud moan escapes your lips and you drop your face into his pillow again. He freezes with only the head of his cock still inside you. “Did you…did you want me to fuck you raw?”

“Bucky—“

“You did, didn’t you?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you keep your face tucked into his pillow and your back arched as he holds the head of his cock still just barely inside of you. He gives you another second, another chance to answer. He has little control over his own movements when his right hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you upward until you’re only on your knees, with you back flush against his chest.

         “What would you do if I kept fucking you like this? Without anything between us?” He asks lowly, letting his hips move forward only centimeters at a time. This time you moan his name softly, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. “That’s right, you wouldn’t do a damn thing.”

         “This is a bad idea.” You point out as he lets half of his length sink into you.

         “Then why are you letting me do it?” He questions, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward again. He goes a little past halfway this time, making you whimper. “Why are you letting me fuck you raw? Do you want me to cum inside you?”

         Bucky picks up the pace, fucking you a little faster and a little deeper, utilizing the majority of his length as his hand falls away from your hair. You end up with one of his hands between your legs, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit, and his other hand alternating between fondling each of your breasts. When you moan out his name but don’t offer a response to his last query, he heaves a deep sigh before falling back to sit on his legs, pulling you back with him so you end up sitting down right on his throbbing cock. The scream that leaves your parted lips and rings out in the air draws a smirk to Bucky’s face. He knows he’s big, it’s why you’ve only ever been able to ride him after he’s spent time working you up to it. He probably should’ve given you a warning this time, been a bit more gentle, but it’s your fault really. You should’ve answered.

         “Fine.” Bucky sighs again, loosening his hold on your hips and giving you an opportunity to get off of his dick. You don’t move a muscle, but he can feel your pussy tightening around his shaft, he can feel your wetness dripping onto his balls as you remain still. “Get off of me and I’ll put a condom on.”

         Again, you don’t move. You stay seated on his cock, trying to catch your breath and adjust to his size. You know you should get off like he said, and let him put on some protection before you both make a risky mistake. So, after another second, that’s what you do. You start lifting yourself off of him slowly, letting his length retreat from your entrance inch by inch. When you get to that familiar point where all you feel inside of you is the head of his cock, you have one dangerous little thought. What if you do let him cum inside you?

         Bucky witnesses your hesitation and he’s silently praying that this is the moment your legs finally give out, that you’ll fall right back down on his cock and he won’t have a chance to put a condom on. It’s what he wants to happen, but he can’t seem too eager. Not when you’re just his fuck buddy.

         “Are you gonna get off, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, his voice low and smooth in your ears as he starts running his palms along the sides of your thighs.

         “Yeah.” You whisper in response.

         When you sit back down on Bucky’s lap, taking the entirety of his length in one go, you catch him by surprise. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and his fingers dig into the sides of your waist as he strains to hold his load.

         “Fuck.” He groans, trying his best to compose himself as you start sliding up and down on his shaft. “I thought you were getting off.”

         “I am.”

         The moment turns into a filthy rendition of doggystyle, with Bucky fucking you as you’re face-down ass-up and his headboard scuffing up his bedroom wall. When his neighbor bangs on the wall, signaling that you’re both being too loud, Bucky only fucks you harder. He angles his thrusts just right, hitting that spot inside of you that only he can reach.

         “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky pants the words out between thrusts, letting his head fall back as he continues to rail you into the mattress. You’re at the point where you can’t even feel the rest of your body, the only thing you can feel is the way Bucky’s cock fits so perfectly inside you. You focus on it, the repetitive thrusts and outward drags of his length against your walls, the filthy melody of wet sounds and skin-slapping that fills the room and penetrates the walls all around, surely driving Bucky’s neighbors mad. “Fuck, baby.”

         You feel every single drop of warmth in your lower stomach as Bucky loses control and cums inside of you. You feel every twitch of his cock as your pussy clenches around him and begs for more. You feel used, in the best way. Your fourth orgasm washes over you like a raging tidal wave, sweeping your knees out from under you and forcing you to collapse onto Bucky’s bed. He stops pulling out so far and starts grinding into you as he praises you through your high, peppering kisses and gentle bites along the side of your neck and your right shoulder.

         “You’re sleeping here tonight.” He whispers against your skin, still softly rutting into you.

         “That’s against our rules.” You remind him. Your voice is raspy from all of the moaning and screaming that’s taken place tonight and he loves it. It reminds him of the time you let him fuck your throat and you had a raspy voice for an entire day afterward. Everyone else thought you were catching a cold. Only Bucky knew that you’d been on your knees, swallowing his cock like such a good girl the night before.

         “Cumming inside you was against the rules too.” He counters, pulling out almost completely before giving you one more hard thrust. “So…you’re going to sleep in my bed, full of my cum…” He gives you another hard thrust, making sure his load is thoroughly fucked into you. “And you’re going to fucking like it.”

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[blueicequeen19]

Warnings: hooking up with Rafe after JJ humiliated you

You were humiliated after you found out. It was bad enough that you’d slept with a Pogue but for that Pogue to record it and post it on his snap?

Now everyone knew.

There was no hiding it. You could tell by the way people were staring at you that they’d all seen it. But honestly not all the attention was bad. Rafe Cameron spoke to you for the first time since graduating. He even invited you up stairs where his crew hung out.

And when he kissed you? It was like your dreams were suddenly coming true.

“Damn girl.” Rafe groaned against your lips, the hand in your hair preventing you from pulling away from his fevered kisses. Your back was against the wall, your leg hooked over his hip as he rubbed up against you. He didn’t seem to care that the party was still going on around you.

“Rafe.” You gasped as his hand slid up your leg under your dress and grabbed a hand full of your ass.

“So fucking wet for me.” Rafe groans, giving you tingles all the way down to your toes. You couldn’t stop kissing him. His words and his body were doing things to you. It was hard to think.

“I need to feel you stretched around me.” Rafe growled in your ear, his mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck as his hand slipped between your thighs. Your eyes snapped open, wondering momentarily if his friends were watching but his body blocked the view.

“We should go somewhere private.” You gasped when he cupped your sex, his palm grinding against your swollen clit. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your hips to gain more friction. The lust was overpowering.

“I thought you liked an audience.” Rafe whispered, plunging a finger inside you before you could process what he said. The pleasure was too much. You were so close to cumming already. But he’d seen the video. He thought you were easy. A whore.

“Wait—.” Two fingers curl inside you and your legs almost give out, your eyes nearly crossing.

“I saw the video. I thought it was hot.” Rafe tips your chin up, refusing to let you hide despite his fingers still moving inside you.

“The only thing I kept thinking was—.” His lips brush yours as he whispers, “—I want to know what she feels like stretched around my cock. Then I want that pretty pussy to sit on my face until I can’t breathe.” His words combined with the movement of his fingers tips you over the edge without even meaning to. You clench your jaw to keep from making any noice as you ride out your orgasm, your nails biting into his shirt until the shakes subside.

“You’re not disgusted with me?” You rasp just as he pulls his fingers free and sucks them clean in his mouth. Rafe groans from the taste, letting his eyes fall shut as he presses his erection against your stomach. A clear sign he was not disgusted.

“No, baby. I’m not disgusted.” Rafe takes your hand, leading you into an empty bedroom and leaving the lights off. You watch as he strips, revealing his toned naked glory and a thick cock that looked like it’d hurt. But your clit pulsed with need. Rafe’s dark gaze held yours as he stroked himself from root to tip.

You wanted him in your mouth. Your pussy. Whatever he wanted. Fuck the video.

“This is the only chance I’m offering for you to leave.” The tension was so thick, you could barely catch your breath. Precum beaded on the tip and you licked your lips, needing that in your mouth.

“If you stay, you’re not leaving until I’ve had my fill.” Rafe steps forward and you find yourself stepping back despite wanting him desperately. The weapon between his legs had you intimidated as he matched your retreating steps. As if knowing what was on your mind, Rafe smirked as he stopped in front of you, your back against the wall.

“Are you scared I won’t be able to make it fit?” Rafe’s deep, husky voice had your knees weak as his cock pressed up against your stomach. You nodded, not trusting yourself with words.

“You’re going to take it all of it, right? Make me proud?” You found yourself nodding as Rafe used his free hand to tug down the straps of your sundress. The material pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but a thong and wedged sandals.

“Good girl.” Rafe sucked two fingers into his mouth before bringing them between your thighs, the tiny thong not providing much of a barrier before he thrust them inside you. You moaned as he continued to jerk himself off.

“The next time you cum will be on my cock so you better not let go yet.” Rafe leaned down to capture your mouth, a third finger forcing its way inside. Your legs shook as you gripped his biceps, your body wound so tight you could barely breathe. A fourth finger joined the rest and you sobbed against his mouth.

“I’m going to do some disrespectful things to you now.” Rafe murmured, his eyes darker than before. It was the only warning you got before he was fisting your hair and shoving you onto the bed on all fours.

“Rafe.” You pleaded, your body trembling as you felt him come up behind you. His cock slid back and forth through your slit, driving you further into madness.

“I want you to scream for me. I wanna see tears, baby.” The thick mushroom head of his cock met your entrance, causing you to tense. Rafe’s hand came down on your ass in warning, the sting making you whimper even more as he started to push in.

“Oh, god.” You cried out, his cock feeling deep enough to do damage.

“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined.” Rafe started to move and you reached beneath you to feel where you were connected, your brain short circuiting when you realize he’s only half way.

“Rafe!” You cried, burying your face in the comforter as his movements became harsher.

“Come on, you can take it.” Rafe cooed, pulling you upright by your hair. The pleasure and pain were blinding. An arm snaked around to pinch your nipples before sliding down to push on your stomach. You didn’t recognize the sounds you made. So this is what people meant when they referred to be dick whipped.

“You’re too deep.” You whimpered, tears streaming down your face but you weren’t about to ask him to stop. You were on the verge of something explosive.

“I’m not even all the way in, baby.” Rafe laughed in your ear before shoving you down on the bed and flipping you onto your back. Rafe kneeled on the bed, dragging you closer before sliding back inside.

This was worse.

Your back bowed as you cried out, Rafe’s hands finding your clit and your hard nipples as he fucked you harder than before.

“You feel so fucking good. I never wanna stop.” Rafe groaned, biting his lip in concentration.

You were too far gone to speak. Everything hurt. But the pleasure overruled the pain. When your body exploded with your climax and you soaked the sheets, Rafe only chuckled, continuing to stimulate your clit and nipples until you were nothing but a boneless heap.

“Rafe, please—.” You pushed at his chest, tears blurring your vision. Could you die from being impaled on a dick?

“I haven’t had my fill yet.” Rafe murmured. You whimpered just as Rafe flipped you, stuffing a pillow under your hips and coming down on your back. You were soaked but it still burned from the stretch as he pushed back in. A deep, throaty groan met your ear as Rafe started to move again, your inner walls clenching hard.

“Beg me to cum inside you.” Rafe rasped in your ear, his hand coming around to grip your throat. You were on the edge of another explosive orgasm more powerful than the last. You were sure you’d pass out.

“Please.. Rafe..”

“Tell me what you want.” Rafe bit out, rolling his hips and hitting you even deeper.

“Please cum inside me. Please. I want it so much.” The words barely left your lips before his growl met your ear and his hand tightened on your throat, his movements growing harsher until both your releases were triggered. You screamed as Rafe shouted curses.

You’d never cum so hard in your life. It was like an out of body experience with the hottest guy on the island. You barely registered him removing himself from your abused pussy and rolling you onto your back. You didn’t even register him positioning himself between your legs until his lap lapped at your sensitive clit.

“No more. Please. No more.” You breathed, pushing at his buzzed head as he licked you almost lazily, not minding that you were full of his cum.

“I’m not done. I told you I wanted my fill now lay back and shut up.”

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[wtfsteveharrington]

Do you think Steve would let you peg him?

a/n: this was gonna live in my drafts but 🌝

a drabble about different parts of steve harrington opening up for you. mentions pegging, drinking, blow jobs, fingering, all that good stuff! afab!reader but no pronouns or identities used!

You could navigate Steve’s room with your eyes closed at this point.

He'd been embarrassed to admit this was an idea of his until you got him drunk one night. Which leads to the two of you now fumbling around his room and giggly with the new situation at hand.

Steve would probably still get a little nervous, second guessing if you actually wanted to do this.

So you loosen him up with a blowjob. Swirling your tongue around his tip, savoring the taste of him. The weight of his cock so heavenly along your tongue.

You try to focus on relaxing your throat, letting Steve build up a steady rocking rhythm to distract himself while your hands come around to knead into the fleshy part of his ass. He’s giving you a content hum while jerking himself deeper down your throat. Muttering out a string of apologies while you gag around his cock. “S’fuckin’ hot, holy shit.” 

One of your hands would slide up, finding it’s way behind his balls but just towards the edge them. You can hear his breath catch in his throat, he knows what's coming.

Honestly Steve would sound so beautiful moaning and begging and whining and rolling his hips onto your fingers. His cock dragging through the air due to the movement.

He'd take every ounce of strength not to cum then and there.

Steve also would help you get into the strap on. Tightening buckles around you, letting his fingers glide over your pussy as he teases you with gentle touches. Steve doesn't know exactly how to thank you verbally for having such an intimate night with him, the least he can do is try to physically show you.

You'd kneel between Steve’s thighs, admiring the sight of your strung out boyfriend lazily stroking himself. He’s starting to get nervous. Eyes trained on your strap on while he keeps losing rhythm in his strokes. “You’re gonna go slow, yeah?” The situation so closely mimicking the first time you let Steve fuck you.

How the tables have turned. 

“Of course, Baby.” The back of his knees are sweaty against your hands as you push them back towards his chest. “Just gotta talk me through how you’re feeling.” Steve’s grabbing his thighs now to hold himself in place and rolling his hips back just slightly so you have a better angle. You reach down to barely ghost your touch over his hole. Nodding to yourself before grabbing the lube to prepare the toy for him.

Steve’s watching as you pour some into your hand before wrapping your fist around the toy and giving it a few pumps. You reach over with your free hand, tracing your hands down his length and letting your fingers brush across his balls. “Thank you for trusting me like this.” There’s a red blush on the top of his cheeks and blooming under the hair on his chest. 

Steve wouldn't last long as you fucked into him. You have to balance yourself on his legs so he'd end up jerking himself off while you move. He's overstimulated at the new sensations honestly. Normally Steve warns you before he cums, not tonight.

There's a broken string of profanities before you watch as he cums all along his chest.

You understand why he loves fucking you in missionary so bad now, it's so fun to watch him come undone.

It would take him a few minutes to come back down from that high but don't worry - He'd spend the rest of the night taking care of you after how well you took care of him.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

“Did you really think I forgot about you?”

The hero — with bloody knuckles and a swollen face — looked up at their saviour. Was it that obvious that they had given up on hope? Was it that obvious that they’d abandoned their beliefs there for a second?

Honestly, the hero was surprised the villain even recognised them. Broken fingers were their tiniest worry.

“You sure took your time,” the hero whispered. They smiled softly. They tried to reach out for the villain but instead, the villain got down on their knees and held their hand.

“Diagnosis?” the villain asked, as always.

“Probably something with my ribs. A few fingers are definitely broken. And I’m really fucking thirsty,” the hero said. They were also tired. “I can’t believe you actually came.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Out of all the heroes I fight, you’re my favourite.” The hero tilted their head (or tried to) and had to smile again. They could’ve cried. Something in their exhausted heart sparked a flame. Christ, most of the time they wished the villain wouldn’t make them feel that way.

“You’re just saying that so I feel better,” the hero said.

“I’m saying that because it’s true.” The villain’s thumb was gentle with their knuckles, barely even touching their hands. And still, they were connected. “I know you can take care of yourself but let me make sure you’re okay from a distance too, okay?”

“Okay,” the hero said, dared to whisper it even.

They watched as the villain quickly put pressure on the big wounds and tried to sloppily bandage their hand. They were quiet and gentle and the hero felt such a horrible longing for their presence that it was tugging at their heartstrings.

Because they knew how this would go. The villain would bring them home, make sure that they got to bed and then they would leave. Every time (not that it happened often but the hero was indeed a little reckless) the hero would wake up alone in their bed, managing the healing and the meds by themselves.

And every time, the hero craved the villain’s presence like a carnivore craved meat. They wanted this connection, they wanted these smiles and these laughs. They wanted the gentle touches and the soft glances.

It wasn’t meant for them, it was surely not destined to be theirs; this life that they fought day and night for. No matter what they did, they knew it wasn’t theirs to have.

“You’ve become better at that,” the hero said. They nodded towards the bandages. How was it that the villain had become their favourite person in the entire world? When had they become so addicted to their presence?

“You’re giving me plenty of opportunities to practise,” the villain answered. The villain’s fingers brushed their neck when they looked at different cuts.

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”

“Me neither,” the villain said. “But I know that you can’t just fight everyone who looks a little suspicious. You don’t always know what you’re getting into.”

“Yeah, I’m…kinda working on that,” they answered. They let their hand rest on the villain’s thigh.

“That’s a good hero,” the villain joked. God, the hero couldn’t remember the last time they had wanted someone this bad all the time. As if the villain was their perfect opposite, as if they were destined to be together. And yet…

“I really thought you wouldn’t show up this time.” The villain was working on the hero’s shoulder now. A really nasty cut. “I thought you had gotten sick of me.”

“God, you’re so dramatic,” the villain said. They rolled with their eyes and then looked at the hero for a little too long.

“I’m sorry,” the hero whispered.

“Nono, it’s just…” The villain looked at them, looked at the wound, at the ground. Their ears got red and suddenly the hero’s heartbeat increased. “Be more careful next time, okay?”

The hero looked at their nemesis and they swore that in their eyes, they could see the same longing and the same dreams.

But neither of them said it out loud.

“Of course, yeah,” the hero said. They took in a deep breath.

And the villain brought them home.

They brought them to bed.

But they didn’t stay.

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[ladyrowrites]

Promise Part 1

A/N: This came to me in a dream so I just had to write it. Also, this may be a long fan fic.. depending on how I feel and if I dream of this again lol :)

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Lots of angst and some swearing, mentions of cheating

wc: 7,273

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You were staring at the picture of you and Gojo at your night stand and then at the ceiling. You finally decided to stand up from your shared bed and started packing your belongings. Your body and mind could not process what Gojo confessed to you. You didn’t know what to do first - Cry? Breakdown? Break a few things? Laugh? Punch him? Slap him? Kill him?

Honestly, you were just so tired. You were planning a wedding - a marriage, a union between you and the love of your life. Or so you thought. When he proposed to you, he told you while on one knee that he wants to be with you FOREVER. Forever, my fucking ass. Laughable, even.

CHAPTER 1: Deal Breaker

Two Hours Ago

“Hi, love! How was work?” You giddily greeted him by the door as he entered your shared home. You felt something was off right away by the way his eyes and face looked. You can just feel his aura radiating bad news. You try to shake it away as you were excited to tell him about finding the perfect wedding dress today.

“Oh it’s all right” He responds quietly, “Can we talk, love?”

“Sure. What’s wrong Satoru?” You can already feel your heart sink. 

Gojo leads you to your bedroom and then sits at the foot of the bed while brushing his hair and sighing.

“SATORU! You are making me nervous. What is it?” You jokingly said while taking a seat beside him.

Gojo then stands up, trying to find the right words, trying to see how he will break this devastating news to you. As if, there will be a right way. Either way, you will get hurt and he was the cause of it.

He sighed again and cleared his throat, “My love, I just want you to know…” He was looking down and was playing with his fingers, “I love you very much and still now, you are the only woman that I see my future with. When I said forever to you, I meant it.” He was looking at you now.

You looked at him too, trying to understand what’s happening. Were you trying to reassure her? Gojo was the kind of fiancé to always reassure you especially when you are feeling insecure and down. But this time, it feels different. 

You didn’t speak. Your eyes spoke to him to continue.

“I…” He knelt down to you and cupped your face, “I will always love you.”

At this point, your heart and mind keeps racing, so you replied, “Get to the point, Satoru.”

He was whispering when he said this, but you heard it loud and clear. 

“I… I did the one thing you asked me not to do… Your deal breaker..” Gojo started crying and was leaning down now to your lap and he was shaking.

He continued, “I..I…slept with someone else..I’m sorry.”

If you think you experienced heart breaks before him, you were wrong. This was heart shattering, literally feeling your heart split in two. Your mind fades to nothing. You’re going numb, not knowing how to respond to that. You don’t know if you want to hit him first or smash all the things you could touch first or… you could just not think of anything. It’s like your body stopped functioning. 

“She was nothing though! It was a one time mistake! My love, it was a mistake! I promise, it was nothing. I’m so sorry” He was talking fast and pleading.

You laughed.

Ridiculous laugh.

“My love?” Was all you said and laughed again. There were no tears because you promised yourself that you will not let Gojo Satoru see you cry. NOT FROM THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Gojo was just looking up to you while his hands were leaning in your lap. You pushed his hands away because you felt disgusted. The same hands that held you at your most vulnerable. The same hands that held you because he wanted to be with you.

You stood up, “You fucking cheater. Don’t even come near me! I asked you one thing! ONE THING! This should’ve been a given! Was I not enough for you?”

Gojo knelt in front of you saying how sorry he is. You kept pacing back and forth and your fists were balling wanting to punch him or yourself to wake yourself up from this fucking nightmare. The love of your life. The man you were supposed to be with until you both had gray hair. The one you were supposed to say ‘I do’ to… He BETRAYED you. After 4 years of loving each other, you can’t believe that this is how it's ending. Was everything a lie? Did he really love you faithfully from the start?

There were so many questions in your mind. You want to fucking drown in the ocean and not wanting to be saved.

“You were! You were Y/N! I… I don’t even know what came to me. I was intoxicated… Not that I am trying to find excuses, because I did it. It was a mistake. I am so sorry.” He was crying so hard that it was breaking your heart more.

“When did this happen?”

“Two weeks ago, Y/N. I.. My conscience was killing me. The moment it happened, I wanted to tell you but I don’t know how. I’m sorry. She was nothing.”

You felt sick to your stomach, knowing he came home to you that late night, drunk. He said he drank a lot and came home at 4am because his co-workers made him stay and that there was a big successful merger so he had to. AND YOU BELIEVED HIM. 

“Who was she?” You asked, whispering. You wanted to stop asking, but for your peace of mind, you had to, even if you don't even know if this will give you peace.

“Again, she was nothing to me. She was a client. We..we were both drunk and she was already flirting with me….”

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING LIAR!!!!!” You don’t want to hear what his story was leading to now. It HURT. It hurts so much you can’t breathe. You think you’re going to pass out so you sit down near the headboard where you see the loving picture of you and Gojo in the nightstand. He was kissing your cheeks while you were smiling so cheekily and your eyes looked so bright. You looked so in love. Where did it go wrong?

Gojo’s eyes were following what you were doing. Admittedly, he was surprised that you were not throwing tantrums or slapping him or just being violent. Not even tears. He felt he deserved all of that.

You just sat there quietly for 30 minutes, looking at everything else in your bedroom except for him. Gojo’s heart was breaking into tiny little pieces. He didn’t know what came over him. He destroyed all your love and trust on that one shitty night. He wanted to hug and kiss all your pain away, if you’ll let him. But he knows better than that.

After 45 minutes of just silence, Gojo spoke, “My love, just speak to me, please. Slap me, do something! Just please say something..” Gojo is pleading while he sat next to you. His cerulean eyes are red from crying. 

The moment he sat down, you stood up and got your luggage. You started putting all your clothes in it. Gojo wanted to stop you. He didn’t want you to leave but that would be so selfish of him. He was already selfish enough to sleep with a nobody. He just sat there looking at what you’re doing.

No words can truly describe how you felt. Betrayed. Destroyed. Broken. 

You just want to get out of there. You can’t bear to see the man you called your love. Because there was no love anymore felt in that house. Because if there was, he would not do this to you.

After packing, you said, “You don’t even need to send all the things I bought for this house. You can keep it.”

You removed the blue sapphire engagement ring he gave you, the same colour of his eyes; he said that he chose that ring to remind you that he will always be there forever. Forever, by your side, through sickness and in health.

Gojo began wailing. It was happening so fast. You were packing your things and then all of a sudden giving back the one thing he promised you forever. He began kneeling in front of you. Begging you not to leave him. You were his life, his love, his everything.

You also knelt, putting the ring in his palms. He was struggling to open it, but you were adamant to give it to him. 

Heartbreaking was an understatement. You wanted to hug him and forgive him and forget all this happened. But you can’t. This is not something you just sweep under the rug. He broke your trust.

“I told you cheating was my deal breaker when we first met. Obviously, you forgot. Or maybe this was really not the first time you felt doing it? I’m not sure anymore. I don’t know who you are anymore, Satoru. I.. I don’t think I can have this.” With that, you stood up, collected your luggage, and left without looking back.

The moment he heard his name left your lips, he thought it was the saddest voice he had ever heard in his life.

The moment you were down outside by the lobby, you started bawling like you never cried before. You were on the floor just sitting by the wall while you poured your heart out. People were looking at you, even the security, but you didn’t care.

That night was the night your soul left your body.

You see someone coming to you, but you can’t see who it was as your vision is blurred from all the tears.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Y/N?”

You look up with your hand in your hair, “Suguru?”

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Hope you enjoyed this angst! I think I love writing them lol :)

Writing soon again,

Lady Ro

#jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #lady ro writes #jjk fan fic #gojo fan fic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fan fiction #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[blayresmuses]

Headcanons for Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aemond, and whoever else you’d like to include on how they’d comfort/reassure their lover the reader who’s sort of insecure about her body due to not being thin like women are typically expected to be? (So sorry if this is a lame request. I’ve obviously just been having a bad body image day and stumbled across your other headcanons and loved them!)

HOW THEY REASSURE YOU

summary: how the hotd characters would reassure you when you have body insecurities.

includes: aemond, aegon, rhaenyra, daemon, jace & harwin

authors note: it was such a coincidence when you sent me this because i’ve been feeling the exact same way, pms is a complete bitch. sending you so much love nonnie!

aemond is the type to take you in front of a mirror and make you watch as he undresses you, whispering in your ear what he loves about each part of your body. he’ll do everything - make you ride him, take you from behind - he wants you to see yourself from every angle, watch your body as it contorts and writhes for him. ‘look how good you take me,’ he’d groan, eyes fixated on you in the mirror. ‘you’re so fucking perfect, i don’t want to hear you say anything bad like that again.’

aegon isn’t the best to go to for reassurance. he’d probably say something really blunt like ‘you’re my wife, of course you’re gorgeous’ or ‘who’s bed am i in tonight? if you weren’t attractive i wouldn’t be here.’ after that he just kind of assumes it’s finished and that you’d drop the subject. when you don’t he’d probably get frustrated, it’s he’s feeling nice he’d get someone - his mother or your handmaiden - to fetch you a nice gift. he’s a bit clueless with it all honestly.

rhaenyra would want to boost your self esteem again and would go out of her way to make you feel looked after. she’d arrange to have new dresses made for you, ones she knows you love and complement your body perfectly. she’d sit and brush your hair, experimenting with styles until you find one that makes you feel confident. you’d try your dresses on in front of her, blushing when she points out how beautiful you really are.

daemon would try to reassure you in that brash way of his. he’d say things like ‘what stupid cunt has put that in your head?’ he does try his best and he’d even show up at court with you and point out things about the other lords and ladies that make them so far beneath the two of you. it’s rather childish but it’s very in his character and you appreciate the effort. he makes extra effort to praise you in bed, making sure to pay extra attention to the bits you don’t like.

jacerys would be so confused when you tell him of your insecurities, looking at you incredulously and shaking his head. ‘i don’t understand,’ he’d say wearily, ‘you’re beautiful.’ he’d go to his mother or baela and rhaena and ask for advice, keen on making you feel as comfortable and confident as he possibly can. he’d make a grand gesture first, bringing along some hand picked flowers to make you smile. he’d compliment you the whole time, asking you to dance and telling you how proud he is to have you by his side as his wife and that he doesn’t care about anyone else, just you.

harwin is the best, listening intently to your feelings and wiping your tears when you cry. he’d get down on his knees in front of you, murmuring how much he worships you. he’d kiss your whole body, leaving marks here and there because you’re his and he wants everyone to know, he’s so proud that you’re his. he tells you all of this, doesn’t stop reassuring you until you’re glowing again. when he finally sinks into you he’d whisper, ‘feel that? that’s what you do to me.’

#aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #jacerys velaryon x reader #house of the dragon #harwin strong x reader

[chronically-ghosted]

Bite Me

rating: T

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: 1258

summary: before a Halloween party, you and Dieter show off your “communal” costumes.

warnings: bad jokes, some sexy make outs, this is just fluff and two idiots in love, this is not kinktober by any stretch of the imagination

a/n: i really wanted to get something Halloween-ish out before spooky season is over and when I saw that text post go around, I couldn’t not think of Dieter. I apologize deeply to Dan Harmon and the rest of the cast of Community for so shamelessly rifting, and honestly, if you haven’t watched Community, do yourself a favor and get on it. Like, now. Reader’s costume comes from Abed’s costume in season 1 and Dieter dresses like Troy in season 2.

On a different note, my computer’s been acting up so I wrote and posted this on my iPad. So if there’s funky formatting or anything, I apologize!

Happy Halloween!

🤍Masterlist

The tip of your nose itches from where the cheap cotton mask dangles from over your forehead. You adjust yourself on the bed, only to catch the cape under your butt and accidentally choke yourself. Scowling, you lift your hips and twist and yank, opting to toss the cape over your thigh like a sexy blanket. Finally in a good position, you lay down, elbow propping up your head, and you tug at the eyeholes of the mask to get the lycra out of your eyelashes.

“Babe, are you almost ready?” You call out, your gaze fixated on the walk-in closet where your boyfriend disappeared thirty minutes ago. Arguably you had the much more elaborate costume and you still beat him getting dressed. He had yet to see the culmination of two weeks of sewing, stuffing (because of course you had to include the fake muscles), and painting, and you fully intended to seduce him with your TV-accurate recreation of a costume from a truly iconic episode. “Dee, we’re gonna be late.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna see it’s worth every minute,” came his cryptic reply. You roll your eyes. Although, you should hardly be surprised at his flair for the dramatics. “Alright, feast your eyes, babe.”

Dieter steps out of the closet, make-up brush and tanning powder in hand, grinning from ear to ear. The white toilet guard has been cut to (slightly) resemble a collar — obviously including the word “Dracula” just in case anyone could possibly miss the obvious reference. The toilet paper bracelets are taped down to prevent any further unraveling, but you inwardly cringe at what happened to the rest of the no-doubt wasted toilet paper.

His dark jeans are slung low on his hips, the black belt undone preemptively, but it’s the make up job that really sealed the deal. While having had his ass whooped off the couch for a new role has slimmed his waist, Dieter could hardly hope to obtain Troy-Barnes-level of abs.

So he drew them on himself.

“I gotta call Silvia,” he grins manically, twisting and showing you just how “cut” he is from every angle. “She’s gonna be so proud.”

Referring to his make-up stylist and the hour-long make-up tutorial where he paid her to show him the basics of contours and shading, Dieter seems thrilled to have been finally able to put his knowledge to use.

“You look fucking sexy, babe,” you tell him, sneaker rubbing a suggestive circle on the comforter.

“That’s because I’m a sexy dracula.” He winks with his tongue out and then his eyes snap open. “Oh, fuck, forgot something.”

He sprints back into the closet — you hear something fall over — and he returns, mouth full of . . . something . . .

Dieter spreads his lips and drool slides out the corner of his mouth to reveal off-white, plastic vampire fangs.

“Jush in cath no one geths it.”

You nod, sagely, while trying to fight off a howl of laughter. He slips the dripping teeth out of his mouth and wipes his lips with the back of his arm.

“Show me yours!”

Grinning, you leap up onto your knees, knuckles against your waist in your best superhero pose.

“Crime spits and dances on the grave of justice, to the hot beats and infectious rhythms of all that is wrong,” you quote, your voice deep and gravely. “The night beckons. Its black fingers curl and uncurl going like, ‘hey, come here.’”

“Oh my god, baby, use that voice the next time you peg me.” Dieter’s eyes flutter as he stumbles to the edge of the bed, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. You giggle, trying very carefully not to squish the “collar”.

Dieter taps your too-long bat ears with his palm. “You did such a good fucking job with this. Are you sure you still wanna direct? You could go into costuming.”

You wrinkle your nose. “And develop arthritis before I get my AARP card? No, thank you. My hands and wrists are still sore from all the sewing.”

“Hopefully not too sore.” Dieter raises an eyebrow at you, his hands under your cape and investigating your ass in spandex.

“I’m not getting cum on this black outfit—,”

His mouth bites into yours, cutting you off, as he chuckles. His roving hands drop low on your hips, around your ass, then to the back of your thighs. He squeezes and you both inhale.

“I’ll pay for the dry-cleaning. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

You bite your lip, glancing at the clock over your shoulder. If you left now, you’d get to the party on time, a first for anyone in a fifteen-foot radius of Dieter Bravo, the man whom needs a thirty minute head start for any event—

His lips press warmly into the arch of your neck, teasing up to your jaw, the mask guarding the soft skin below your earlobe that he knows turns you to putty in his hands. His hands, satisfied with their below-the-waist groping, map the curl of your spine, before smoothing over your ribs. He rubs the curve of your breasts with his thumbs and bites gently into the curve of your neck.

“Baby, please tell me this is not a one-piece suit.”

“But we’re going to be late.” Your voice is already a whine, arousal sinking in between your legs. Vaguely, you hope his “abs” haven’t rubbed off on your hips.

“I’m always late,” he murmurs distractedly as his fingers seek out a seam. Dieter Bravo has been, and never will be, above literally tearing your clothes apart to get to what he needs. “It’s bad luck to change tradition.”

His grip more insistent, you fear for the livelihood of your costume so you grab his hand and bring it to a zipper high on your back.

“There’s a clasp—,”

He pulls back, brown eyes heated and sweet. “Yeah? You’re gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?”

“You’ve made a very compelling case.” You take him by the face and pull him into your mouth, tongue licking his bottom lip at first brush, as he tugs the zipper down your back. “Besides, we’re doing all the Troy and Abed shippers out there a favor right now.”

Dieter’s weight shifts forward as he crawls up the bed, cradling you to his chest with one arm as he lays you down between the pillows, his mouth sucking at yours and settles himself between your legs.

“So you’re saying you want to put this on the internet? You’re so hot,” he breathes on a long inhale.

“I’m saying we’re doing our due diligence to the characters.” He finally pushes that itchy mask over your head and you can feel the static pluck at your hair.

Dieter pauses, blinking, eyes wide and awe-struck.

And then he smiles.

“You make a sexy fucking Batman, you know that?”

With a grin, you rub your fingers against the thin collar.

“You make a pretty good sexy Dracula yourself.” You make a contemplative face. “Batman and Dracula. Bats fucking. There’s gotta be a porno for that.”

Dieter’s grin widens before dipping his head to kiss you again, hips slowly rolling into yours.

Oh yeah, you’re going to be very late to the party.

You lift your shoulder to peel your costume down when Dieter leans back into his knees and pulls something out of his back pocket.

It’s those hideous teeth.

He pops them into his mouth, immediately drooling again.

“The cheap vampire fangth thay ON during thex.”

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #the bubble film #the bubble fanfiction #Halloween fic #pedrotober #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal

[rinstrumental]

lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense…

ellie williams / 1,261 words

# college au yay, making out (but no smut lol), why is this still so h*rny im sorry, not proofread, you guys are both DOWN BAD

It’s a hot summer night, which means another party. The sun is in the middle of its descent, and you’re here with Dina in the backyard, the both of you clutching to each other to avoid getting broken up too soon. Mosquitoes weave in between the crowd, and it reeks of weed and pool water and sweat. Generally not a great scene, but you’re here anyways.

“Fuck, I really don’t want to be holding on to you right now,’ Dina groans, loosening her grip on your arm slightly. “Do you see her yet?”

“I can’t… find her. Sorry, just stick with me for another minute, help me look for Ellie.”

“I could tell you that girl was waiting for you in hell and you would dig there to see her.”

She’s not wrong. You think that this might just be the equivalent of hell itself. She’s also not wrong about your determination to see Ellie Williams.

Ever since the both of you met and hooked up at the beginning of the semester, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. You jumped at every chance to see her, made every excuse. Clearly the same could be said with her - Ellie had skipped class on multiple occasions just to make out with you in a stairwell. You have no clue how long this fling would go on for, but god are you enjoying yourself.

“There she is!” Dina sees her before you do. The moment you spot the back of her auburn head, your breath catches in your throat.

“That’s Ellie, right?”

Her hair is uncharacteristically down from its regular bun. Did she cut it? Your gaze runs down the back of her neck and lingers over her exposed shoulders. You almost drop to your knees and thank god for the sweltering weather and Ellie’s inclination towards sleeveless tops. Her tattoo is on full display, and naturally so are her lean arms. Is that your hairtie on her wrist? You feel lightheaded.

“Jesus, chill. You just caught a glimpse of her and I can see your legs shaking already.” Dina’s sharp remark drags you back to earth and you whip to the side to see a look of disbelief on her face. Before you can respond, she sighs and shakes her head.

“One day I’ll have a girlfriend who looks at me like that.”

“She is not my girlfriend.” You turn to look at Ellie again, who’s talking to some guy you’ve never seen in your life and nursing a bottle of beer. You see her throw back her head in laughter. Jealousy pangs in your chest, even though you know Ellie would sooner kiss a grandmother over any man.

“Yeah, and my name is Jesse,” she shoots back. “Speaking of, I should probably go find him. See you. Call me if you don’t go home with Ellie.”

You finally push Dina off your, mortified but still laughing. “Go. I will.”

“Use protection!” she yells back as she disappears into the crowd.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you make your way towards Ellie. She turns around when you tap on her shoulder, eyes widening when she sees who it is. God, she looks even more gorgeous up close, green eyes piercing yours and her confident smile

“Look who finally decided to show up,” she quips, leaning in to give you a hug. ‘I told you to call me.”

Ellie is acting cool, but honestly? She truly thinks that she might burst. You look ridiculously sexy in that dress, she thinks when she pulls back, holding you at arm’s length to admire you. Since when did you start doing your hair like that, and why the hell didn’t you start earlier? The sheen of sweat and the flush on your face just makes her want to pull you into the nearest room and-

“Did you cut your hair?” you ask breathlessly. Ellie’s heart skips. She could listen to you talk like that for days.

She subconsciously reaches to brush the back of her head. That is your hairtie on her right hand. “Err, yeah. Just a trim. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” You smile and rub Ellie’s forearm tenderly, still in the post-hug proximity with her.

The mystery man that Ellie had been talking to mere seconds ago is long forgotten. Hell, everyone in this party ceased to exist the moment you walked in. If I don’t kiss her right now, I will actually die.

She cranes her neck to whisper in your ear, enjoying the way your breathing speeds up when she gets close again.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love it?”

A few blurry moments later you’re back in the house in some random poor girl’s room, straddling Ellie’s lap as she kisses your neck, the alcohol making her movements even sloppier and heavier. Your hands are gripping at the hair at the back of her head and you’re grinding mindlessly on Ellie’s thighs. Her hands are on your hips, guiding and encouraging you.

The muffled music from outside makes its way into the room, along with the occasional shouts and screams. A poster of a boy band stares at you from above the bed. This environment is the least sexy thing you could imagine, and yet here you are, thoroughly lost in the pleasure the girl under you is providing. You don’t think you could stop if you tried.

“Every time I see you, you somehow get even hotter,” you say in between gasps. “I don’t know how you do it.”

Ellie pauses for a minute to look up at you, her half-lidded eyes gazing at you with what you could only pin as adoration. Her cheeks are bright red and there’s sweat making her bangs stick to her forehead. You’re not even doing anything to her and she looks utterly debauched.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” she rasps. “Even just hearing you say that… I could get off to your voice… I mean, I already do, but…”

Any other day you’d be taken aback bu this confession, but right now all you feel is pride. This girl is like putty in your hands, and to be honest, so are you. You say nothing and yank gently on her cropped hair. Ellie whines, and you could listen to that forever, but you shut her up with a kiss. She tastes like beer and raspberry lipbalm.

“I can’t help myself when I’m with you,” you sigh when you withdraw from the kiss. “I don’t know if there’s a thing I wouldn’t do to just be like this with you… all the time…”

“Just… fuck? All the time?” Her hands are hitching up your dress, running over your ass and up your back. Goosebumps follow in the wake of Ellie’s touch and your back involuntary straightens when she reaches your bra strap.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t you?” Your voice is barely a whisper now, the cool air from the fan hitting your bare back as Ellie unclips your bra. She expertly pulls it off, barely getting it tangled in the sleeves of your dress. Her hungry hands move to massage your tits and you moan, bringing your hands down to grip Ellie’s strong shoulders.

She unzips your dress and it slips down your shoulders, exposing your bare chest. You feel her hips jump a little at the sight, and you feel your heart thump even faster as Ellie leans in to press kisses to your collarbone.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou #tlou x reader #ellie x you #ellie the last of us

[gretavanlace]

Alabama Song

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, mild impact play, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, degradation, use of toys, etc.

This one’s for this beauty...thank you, my lovely anon

“You’re fucking disgusting.” your words are mashed together into one languid syllable as you tug Jake into the bedroom, both of you wobbling on four left feet. “You stink of whiskey…” you lean in and draw in a breath of him, “and weed.”

“S’that any way to speak to…” he stumbles over himself, weight landing hard against you. You aren’t any steadier, and you crash to the ground with matching groans.

“We fell down.” he informs you seriously, like you might not have realized.

“Now we’ve gotta get up.” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal, but honestly, you can’t begin to fathom how you’ll go about doing so.

“That any way to speak to the whiskey warrior?” he asks, completing his thought this time around, except ‘warrior’ comes out sounding more like…well, like nothing the English language has ever boasted.

“You didn’t beat Josh.” you point out, rolling on to your stomach. Maybe if you can hike yourself up on your knees, you might find the way to your feet more easily.

“YesssIdid…” he slurs, sounding incredulous.

“You drank more, but then you puked on yourself.” you remind him, resting your cheek on the floor of the bedroom to stop the room from spinning.

“That was a cough s’all.” he lies, shaking his fist around like a frustrated old man. “I won’t stand for this character assasination.”

“Assas-na-tay-shunnn?” you ask, poking fun at the way his heavy, drunk tongue has massacred the word.

“‘Y’heard me.” he offers an exaggerated nod and crawls over to where you’re trying to pull yourself up.

“Help me into bed, wouldya, darling? Seem to have lost me legs.”

“Pirate Jake’s no fun.” you complain. “Where’s Oliver? I want Oliver.”

He gives up and sprawls out on the floor, limbs splayed out like he might be readying to make a snow angel. “S’just ‘cause you wanna fuck Oliver.”

“So?” No point in arguing. At last, you manage to haul yourself to your feet, steeling yourself against the bed. “C’mon up here and fuck me, Kiszka.”

“Sammy boy!” he snaps his fingers sloppily into the air. “Josh? Kelly? Hell, Ronnie? Anybody? The lady’s requested a Kizska.” he slurs his own last name adorably.

“Y’know which Kiska I want.” you nudge him in the ribs with your toe when he rolls closer to your feet.

“Help.” he says it softly, almost like he’s calling your name in his sleep the way he sometimes does.

“Oh no,” you lament. “This is going to be bad.”

He nods slowly in agreement, and thrusts his hand up at you.

It takes a ridiculous amount of time, but eventually you’re both stretched out across the mattress, loose limbs tangled together.

“Can I tell you something?” you whisper, unsure of whether he’s already passed out or not.

“Go on, darling.” he mumbles.

“You kinda smell like vomit.” you smile, though he can’t see you in the dark. It’s doubtful he could focus on you in the light, even if there was any to be seen.

“It’s a new cologne. French, you uncultured swine.”

“Did you jus’ call me a swine?” you ask with feigned shock.

“S’also french.” he slurs. “Means pretty.”

You roll over and straddle his lap gracelessly. “You smell terrible.” you run your hand through the tangled mess of his tresses. “And your hair is so gross. All knotted and sweaty. Speaking of sweat, you’re covered in it. Lookit yourself…” your fists curl into his wrinkled, stained shirt and then reach up, trying your hardest to brush the drenched locks, that stick to his face in ribbons, away. “Fuckin’ mess.”

“Be nice.” he ruts his hips up into you, but you feel nothing but softness.

“Never said I didn’t like it. I’ll fuck you just like this. I’ll fuck you all dirty and sloppy drunk…I don’t care.”

“Not the only one who’s drunk.” he points out lazily. “Look at your pretty tits falling out of your shirt and you didn’t even notice. Bad girl.”

“Why are you lookin’ at my tits, Jacob? Pervert.” you tease, yanking down on the scoop neck of your top to expose them totally.

“‘Cause I wanna put them in my mouth.” he says it matter-of-factly, like the answer should have been obvious.

“Do it then.” you challenge.

He lifts his weary head from the pillow and immediately drops it back down. “Bring them to me, will you, baby?”

You lean forward and he begins to suck at your right nipple with a messy, yet somehow delicate, technique…completely ignoring the left in a way he normally never would. Soon, his suckles begin to slow, drawing out gently…a baby drifting off at his mother’s breast.

“Jake…” you call softly.

His eyes laze open, slightly unfocused.

“Please, Jakey?” you need him so badly, but again, when you grind down into his lap…nothing.

“You’re gonna have to wake it up, darling.” he mumbles around the tightened tip of your breast. “Whiskey dick’s a bitch.”

“Goddamn you and Josh with your stupid drinking contests.” you snap, but it’s quiet and subdued, as you are also far too intoxicated to get properly worked up.

“Dinnit see you turnin’ anything down.” he points out, pawing at your hair as you wind a swerving path down his body.

It takes much too long for you to figure out how to operate his belt, and even longer to maneuver his button and zipper around…but finally, his cock rests, soft and sleeping, inches from your kiss.

“Dunno, Jakey…” you tease, licking along his length. “Seems like this pretty dick of yours doesn’t feel like coming out to play.”

“Shhh, put it in your mouth.” the demand rambles out of him as if it’s all one listless word.

He’s clammy and damp everywhere. Sweat beading and rolling down the expanse of his body. The scent of him, so just completely…Jake, is intensified ten-fold. It’s indecent and vulgar, salacious and improper, and it makes you love it even more. It makes you want it even more. You want to lick him clean…to swallow it all down as you nestle your face against him.

You ignore his cock and sink down further until the flat of your tongue can roam along his balls in a slow, savoring, stripe.

“Don’t, baby…” he protests with a shivering sigh. “M’all sweaty…you don’t have to-”

He quiets with a sharp hiss of breath when you suck one into your mouth, rolling it this way and that on your tongue with tender care.

You work him over thoroughly, sucking and licking every inch of him until he’s dripping wet, humming in pleasure, scratching at your scalp, purple marks blooming on the insides of his thighs…yet still– soft.

“‘Kay,” he wraps his hands around your shoulders and bestows a clumsy pat. “If I remember this in the morning, m’gonna pretend I don’t…but baby, it’s not happening.”

“Try.” you protest, sucking his soft, silken dick back into your mouth.

“Been trying, darling.” he sounds hopeless, and wasted…unbelievably wasted.

“But I want it.” you pout, sloppily lapping over his unresponsive tip. “C’mon and make me cum.”

His hand swats at your thigh with a uncoordinated flourish. “Come sit on Daddy’s face.” His words, slurred nearly beyond recognition or not, light a fire in your belly. Still, you argue, rightfully.

“You can’t even make your tongue work to form words, Jacob…” incidentally, neither can you. “How do you expect to get me off with it?”

“Know what?” he grabs for your shirt, misses, tries again, and then pulls you down close. “‘Bout tired of your smart mouth, little miss hot shit.”

“Bet Josh could get it up.” you tease, licking into his mouth. “Maybe I should go ask him to rail me into the couch. S’his cock s’pretty as his twin’s?”

“That’s fuckin’ it…” it tumbles out of him like he hasn’t even realized he’s spoken. “You wanna cock so bad? Grab it outta that fuckin’ drawer. Go on.”

You know what he means, but remain still all the same.

“Now, you fuckin’ cock slut. Move.” he’s still slurring to beat the band, but something hides behind his tone that makes you jump into drunken action, reaching forward to blindly search out the dildo hidden in your bedside drawer.

“Yeah,” he sounds so fucking smug. “Look at that…hurry up. I don’t have all night to fuck around with you.”

Your fingers curl around it and then, there you have it, held up and displayed between the two of you.

He snatches it out of your grip and thrusts it down beside his own cock. His first order comes, clipped and dark… “Lift your skirt.” His second, darker still, “Ride it.”

Without hesitation, you scramble around until the silicone head, smooth and still cool to the touch, is nudging at your soaked entrance. “Fuck it like it’s mine and you’re trying to make me cum. Do it.”

You slide down to the base, shuddering when his knuckles graze over your aching clit. “Aw’baby…” he stammers. “So greedy. Aren’t you sad that there won’t be any cum to fill this pretty hole of yours?”

“Fu– oh fuck…Jake…” You’re fucking yourself as best you can, unable to find a rhythm in your alcohol induced stupor.

“That’s it.” he watches you, but barely, blinking rapidly to regain his focus. “A whore…thatswhatyouare. Wretched whore…miserable little cunt always soaked n’ desperate. Tell me.”

“I am…” you nod urgently, feverishly searching for the right angle. “M’your whore.”

“Fucking vile...” he growls through his clenched teeth, “Can’t even wait for the real thing.”

Suddenly, he rips the cock out of you and before you can wrap your head around what’s happening, it’s landing, wet and heavy, against your stunned face in a revolting smack, before descending right back down to slip into your fluttering walls.

“Cum,you fucking slut...my filthy fuckin’ girl. Want it.” his tongue curls out as if he wants to lick your mouth, but you’re too far away.

Your hand drops to play with your clit, struggling to slip into the sweet, circling pace that is normally second nature. “Yeah, y’like that?” the way he sounds...sloppy, and barely there, is fucking with your head in the best way. “You like touching your pretty clit?”

“Mhmm…” you’re not sure how you’ve managed the tiny sound of confirmation, you feel a million miles away, and yet right beside him all at once. Without warning, the truth slips out before you can quiet the intrusive thought. “I hate that you’re still soft…makes me feel like you don’t want me.”

“Always want you, baby.” he hasn’t missed a beat, proving it’s the truth. “Told you, whiskey dick. You’re a fuckin’ wet dream…so hot. S’fuckin sexy.”

It’s inarticulate and less pragmatic than his reassurance would normally be, but unexpectedly, you love it all the more because of those things.

“C’mon you fuckin’ wet dream…pretty little cunt dripping all over me…cum for Daddy. Be a good girl…be a real good girl…”

His heavy lidded eyes are now trained unwaveringly between your legs, watching you work yourself over the dildo fisted in his hand as you stumble closer and closer to that blissful end you need so badly.

“Please…” you pant out, clutching at the shirt he’s still clad in, unbothered by the fact that it still bears the remnants of the dinner that drunkenly vacated his stomach.

“C’mon…” he coaxes softly, but it’s as though he’s spoken a thousand words…an opus of filthy encouragement lives in that tiny, slurred, verbal nudge.

“Jake…” it’s whiny, and drawn out. Shaking and hungry. So unlike yourself you scarcely recognize it…someone else might have stepped into the room momentarily to call his name for as foreign as it sounds.

“C’mon.” he repeats, thrusting the toy into you faster as you rock yourself down onto it. “Want it, baby. Wanna watch my sweet little thing cum. S’pretty.”

“More…” your nails curl into his soiled button up, and it’s a demand of only one word, but even in his state of intoxication, he understands. Praise…it’s what you want, what you need.

“Pretty baby…” he mumbles, fumbling around at your waist with his free hand. “That’s what you are. Beautiful…yeah, fuck…” he falters when you cry out and thrust against his hand harder. “Gorgeous little whore…all mine. Even when I can’t get it up. Still my fu- still my fuckin’ baby.”

Your head drops back, eyes gazing, unseeing, at the ceiling “Jake…” you breathe, it’s the only word you know right now “Jakejakejakejakejake fuck, please, Jake…”

You can’t see him, but you can feel his languid encouragement. He’s enjoying this, but in such a curious way, as though you could be a glass of cool lemonade he’s indulging in on a sweltering day. It’s odd to be on this solitary end of pleasure, but not unpleasant. In fact, you feel even hotter at the thought of it…taking what you want when what he wants doesn’t matter much at all. You shouldn’t love the selfishness of it as much as you do, but there it is, and it’s shoving at you, bullying you closer and closer toward the orgasm that is tugging away at the fringes of your being.

“Talk to me…” you gasp, desperate for his voice. The things he says, and the way he says them…so soft and velvety, slow and sensual, guiding you along like a beacon.

“And say what?” he pretends to mock you, but you pick up on the need in his tone right away. “How I know you need it bad? How that pussy’s making a mess of my hand?” he smacks at your face, owning you even though his movement is unskilled and messy. “Or maybe just that I love you? Love you s’much.”

Those words, that slurred, dragged out confession of adoration sends you crashing into the wall. The pleasure detonates within you, stealing your breath, leaving you unable to make a sound. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your body grinds to a halt. He’s too far gone to manhandle you around enough to continue fucking the toy up into you, so he settles on spinning it inside as you cum hard above him.

“That’s my girl…” he murmurs…working you through it until you fall against him.

His hand cups the back of your head as he tugs the dildo out of you, dropping it to the floor without care. Within seconds, his breathing is deep and rhythmic…a quiet snore creeping in. It lulls you right alongside, and you slip into unconsciousness right there, wet and disheveled, curled over top of him.

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[antisociallilbrat]

Even When The Sun Rises, Don't Wake Me Chp. 8

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Chp. 7

A/N: Look at me with a semi-timely update, wow. Also I may feel like crap but I still updated this fic *finger guns*

“This is so stupid.”

“You’re just saying that because you suck at it.”

Mike huffs from where he lays on the wet grass, it sticking to his jacket. His knee and elbow pads still manage to dig through his clothes and poke him uncomfortably. It’s mid-January now and surprisingly most of the snow has gone away, but still leaving behind wet and cold weather in its wake. He thinks he preferred the snow, it at least gave him an excuse to avoid this little tryst.

“Come on, get up nerd. I’m not giving up on you yet,” Max attempts to pull him off his grass mound, the one he so ungraciously fell into, and groans in frustration when he doesn’t make a move to help her. She huffs at him, “Are you seriously going to let a skateboard defeat you? A skateboard, of all things?”

He rolls off of the grass, sitting up so he can glare at the offending object. Oh, how he regrets getting it for Max. No, he doesn’t. How was he supposed to know she’d insist on teaching him how to ride it? What’s the point of a skateboard when there are perfectly good bikes?! He tells Max so. 

Max hops on the board, swaying it back and forth, rolling her eyes, “Bikes are for nerds, nerd. Skateboards are for the cool kids.”

“I can’t believe you just called yourself a ‘cool’ kid. That’s like, the most uncool thing you can do.”

“And what would you know about being cool?” She snaps back.

“I know that cool kids don’t call themselves ‘cool’,” he says with an ease of confidence. Max is getting annoyed and honestly…he’s having fun. It’s reminiscent of their youth, purposefully aggravating Max. 

“Whatever!” She brushes off, “Are you getting back on the board or are you afraid of busting your ass again?”

Mike ignores her as he stands and stares down at his opponent. Is he really going to let a little board with wheels defeat him? If Max can do it then surely he can too. “Move off, I’ll try again.”

He ignores how she mutters, “That’s what I thought,” under her breath. 

She stands back as he takes his place on the board, wobbling. He’s taller than her, it stands to reason that that’s why he is struggling with his balance. On reflex, he grabs onto her shoulders to balance. She barely contains her giggles at his nervousness. 

“Stop overthinking it Mike!” she chides, but she does grab his wrists from he’s holding onto her. It steadies him a little. 

His legs are wobbling on the stupid board and he wants to scoff at her, overthinking it? This thing was only invented to cause pain! He’s already wiped out twice this morning!

A finger poking at his forehead forces his focus to snap down toward Max, who still has her finger outstretched. Before he can tell her off she just laughs, “Sorry I had to poke the frustration wrinkle. I’m surprised it’s not embedded in your skin at this point.” 

“Frustration wrink-?!” He starts to squawk until the board slips from under his feet and he’s back on the grass, the wind being knocked out his chest. Except for this time he managed to pull Max down with him, her elbow going right into his gut. “Oof.”

But Max’s nose collides right into the top of his helmet and she’s pulling off of him, cursing up a storm. “Why did you wear that fucking helmet?!” 

“For protection!” 

“Does this look like protection?!” Blood is pooling in her hands and he’s starting to feel a little bad. Not that he’d say it. 

“Come on,” he pulls her to her feet, grabs her skateboard before it can roll away, and starts to lead her back inside his apartment. 

Emily and Derek are out at classes so it’s just Bill who’s inside. Sitting on the couch, munching away at Derek’s Chips’ Ahoy. (The berating he got from Derek when he came back from winter break obviously had little effect.)

When Bill glances up he just raises an eyebrow, “I th-thought it would be MM-Mike who got hurt today.” At this point none of his roommates bat an eye at Max's constant presence. 

“Yeah well dipshit had a change of plans,” Max spits out, sitting on the stool at their kitchen bar. She yanks a handful of paper towels off of the roll and holds it to her nose. They’re quickly soaked. 

Mike ignores both of them and gets an ice pack out of the freezer. He holds it out to Max and she snatches it away, “Hold that to your face ya big baby.” 

“Big baby?! You did this!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have tried to get me to skateboard then,” he states simply. 

He has to contain his smile as Max gets more worked up, “Oh I’m sorry! I just thought that a skateboard should be easy peasy considering we fought interdimensional monst-” She cuts herself off. 

They both look at Bill, who’s too engrossed in whatever sci-fi show that’s on tv to notice Max’s slip of the tongue. But Mike is more worried about their phones than Bill overhearing. He can never shake off the feeling that he’s being monitored. They’re not supposed to talk about that stuff. Not out loud, not without the code names. Mall fire instead of Mindflayer battle.

“As I was saying,” Max picks up, probably eager to move past this moment, “I thought you could handle skateboarding.”

Mike starts wiping up the blood that’s splattered on the ground, “It’s not a matter of if I can handle it or not. Frankly, it’s unnerving. How do you break? How do you control your speed? It’s a death trap waiting to happen.”

“Okay Mom,” she rolls her eyes, “This explains all your safety gear, nerd.” 

“Safety first,” he mimics high pitched. Who he’s mimicking he’s not sure, maybe just every safety commercial ever. It dawns on him then. He is becoming his mom. Oh no. 

“Are you done bleeding everywhere?” he asks, now anxious to prove that he is not becoming his mom.

Max waves him off, now just holding just a napkin to her nose, “I’m getting there. Sorry that my nose bleeding that you caused is inconveniencing you .” 

He hums and yanks her to her feet, ignoring her protests, “Come on. I’m going to learn how to ride this fucking board.” 

Bill shouts out a “You gg-got this Mike!” as they close the front door. 

Max is very much amused as she watches him yank off all his safety gear, standing smugly on his front porch. “Nice helmet hair.”

He flips her off as he takes her board down to the sidewalk. Trying to show more confidence than he actually has, he plants both his feet on the board. His arms go out to try to maintain his balance but he’s not as wobbly as he was. 

“Look at you,” she comes up from behind him, “You’re managing to stay on the board. Now you just need to move.” She pushes the board with her foot, sending him down the small decline of the sidewalk.

“Max!” Oh, he’s starting to pick up speed. He doesn’t like this. 

“Push off with your foot! Control your speed that way!” She shouts, jogging to keep up with him.

Control his speed?! He probably looks like a lunatic sailing down the sidewalk! Does he bend his knees or keep them straight?! Why didn’t he think to ask this?! “Max! Help!” 

Maybe it’s okay to be turning into his mom, then he wouldn’t be in situations like this. He’s whipping past the mailboxes now, like a bullet that’s been shot out of a gun. His hair blows into his face and gets in his mouth. He’s trying to spit it back out when all of a sudden he’s airborne . 

Everything is moving in slow motion as he flies over the road. The sidewalk ended. Huh. Should’ve seen that one coming. He wishes he still had his helmet on. 

Somehow he flies over the harsh concrete of the road and ends up in a mud puddle on the other side of it. His jeans are soaked and it’s seeping into his jacket. Some of it is even in his hair. 

“Mike! Shit, are you okay?” 

Nothing feels broken so he counts that as a win. He’s more so in disbelief. His silence must worry Max because she approaches him cautiously, “Mike, you good?”

He waits till she’s in range before lunging, pulling her down into the mud puddle with him. “Mike!” she screeches. He throws a handful of mud right at her chest. She shoves him back into the mud. Mike in turn retaliates with more mud.

But the funny thing is in all this commotion, they’ve both started laughing. Because this is absolutely ridiculous. They’re fighting, in the mud, on a corner of a street. How did they get here? 

By the end of it, they’re both covered. It’s on their faces and matting their hair. When was the last time he played in the mud? He doesn’t think ever got to as a kid, his mom would have had a conniption. 

They start to make their way back to his apartment. The sun is starting to set and they need to wash up and get ready. Tonight is a big deal. 

He eyes Max out of the corner of his eye. There’s a streak of mud going right across her face and she’s twirling one of the wheels of her skateboard. She looks lost in her thoughts and he knows she’s also thinking about tonight. 

“Are you ready for the meeting?” he asks. 

She spins the wheel faster, “Ready to be surrounded by a bunch of drug addicts spilling out their woes? I could think of funner ways to spend a Friday night.” 

Like shooting up.

He bypasses her incorrect wording of ‘funner’, just barely, and says: “Well you know, you fall into that category too now.” 

She grunts, “Not yet I don’t.”

“Think of it this way, maybe we’ll hear some interesting stories,” He walks out so that he’s walking in front of her, backward so that they’re face to face.

There’s a smirk tugging in the corner of her lips, “I think using an NA meeting for entertainment would be frowned upon.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just happy we’re finally going.” And he’s being honest. Since the snowstorm incident, Max has kept herself clean but she’s been dodging the NA meetings. The meetings are there to help her stay clean. The only reason they’re going tonight is that he agreed to let her try to teach him how to skateboard in exchange. 

She can be a real pain in the ass sometimes but he’s starting to see color back in her cheeks and more just more Max in general so it’s worth it.

Max grabs him before he trips on a rock he didn’t see coming, pulling him so he’s back to walking next to her. “You’re such a dork.”

Thinking that that’s that, he doesn’t think much of it when she has nothing else to say about the NA meeting. It’s only when they’re taking off their muddy shoes at the front door that she murmurs, “Thanks, Mike.”

That thank you carries him for the rest of the day, not that he’d ever admit that. 

A/N: This was just fluff, a filler chapter if you will. Hence why it was so short.

Also I just wanted a scene of Max trying to teach Mike to skateboard.

Hehe anyways next chapter is going to hurt <3

#madwheeler #mike wheeler #max mayfield #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[holyluvr]

Older people who are disabled have got to start understanding that it’s a lot different of an experience when you’re younger and disabled. I’m tired of them brushing it off and talking about their disability that they gained with aging or at an older age. It’s not the same social, economic, interpersonal, or doctor experience at all when you’re 20 compared to 45+ years old.

#… #this isn’t saying OH OLDER PPLS PAIN DOESNT MATTER or THEY DONT FACE ABLEISM #No. I’m explaining how they’re often ableist to younger disabled people without a thought of it. #it’s not solidarity when you explain a different experience and emotions and PUSH it onto a younger person without listening #like honestly go fuck yourself with your bad knee if you’re going to brush a kid or young adult being disabled off as no big deal and normal #it’s not the norm for our age. we have so many expectations based on age. doctors don’t trust us telling the truth at all/take us seriously #it’s traumatic to be a child. teenager. or young adult with a disability for a lot of us. It fucks up our family and finances and friends #we lose so many opportunities that a younger person usually has. we are often lonely. like cmon. #no one is going to think a 50y/o is lying about chronic pain #but when I took breaks from work because of my disability I was accused of being lazy lmfao by disabled older women #more than anything we need older disabled people to support us and give us hope #not complain to us or tell us to suck it up bc Well They Have This Issue Ans #I have my entire fucking life to think about with this disability. I have to change my entire future and life goals. everything. #disability #ableism

[adoringhaikyuu]

they misinterpret your words during a fight and think you want to break up

characters: aone + kyoutani + oikawa + ushijima + (gn!reader)

request: hii can I request saying 'why am i even trying' in a fight n they take it wrong way, they thought u had enough of them but u just mean it like ' why r u even trying to argue' - kyotani, aone, ushi and oikawa... thank you ✨ • by @chibiiichann​

warnings: a lil angsty

notes: i was not sure how to title this well skfjhg + let’s just say everyone lives together in these

aone:

it wasn’t that he was trying to aggravate you

it’s just that he genuinely didn’t understand why you were upset and he was being dismissive without even realizing it

and that is what pushed you over

you were tired, you wanted to go to bed 

and you clearly weren’t getting anywhere, so you were ready to just drop it and go to sleep, hence why you said

“why am i even trying”

aone blinked a few times as he stared down at you, those five words sending a spike to his gut. you tried to move past him, not noticing the panic in his eyes, when he shot his arm out to stop you.

you looked up at him about to complain when you noticed the intense and glassy look in his eyes. he spoke up, his voice small. “please don’t.”

you sighed, “i just don’t see the point, nobu. i’m going––”

“no.” his voice was slightly louder and shaky. “please.” he stood in front of you and placed his hands on your arms as he looked into your eyes. “please don’t leave me.” 

you tilted your head, “leave y––” you shook your head, “baby, no i’m not–” you walked into his arms and he hugged you immediately, his arms holding you tight. “i’m not leaving you,” you looked up at him to find him already staring at you, holding his tears back. you placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into your palm. “i was just going to bed because this argument wasn’t going anywhere. that’s why i said i don’t see the point.” 

he swallowed harshly and nodded. “oh.” 

you smiled sadly, “well now i can’t be mad at you anymore...” 

his hands squeezed your waist, “for what it’s worth...i’m sorry, y/n.” 

you leaned up for a kiss and he met you halfway. “let’s go to bed, okay?” 

he nodded but made no move to let go of you––so the two of you stood there for a while, just holding each other in silence.  

kyoutani:

you and kyoutani didn’t fight often...to be honest you rarely ever fought

but today...

both of you were really stressed out

you started arguing over something stupid, to be honest you couldn’t even remember what it was

it was just a way for you both to get out your frustrations in the end

but your voices started getting louder and you were getting in each other’s faces

and it became too much for you, it was just stressing you out even more

you needed fresh air

you rolled your eyes and stepped back, trying to shove past him. “you know what? why am i even trying here–”

before you could get far, kyoutani grabbed your arm, not forcefully, but enough to make you stop. you looked up and glared at him, surprised to see another emotion swirling in his eyes––sadness?

“you’re fucking joking right?” he never was good at talking through his emotions. 

you scowled, his tone not helping either of your moods at all. “let me go.”

he scowled right back. “no.” 

“kentaro.”

he raised a brow and stepped closer to you, “oh so we’re on a first name basis now? what, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw and looked him in the eye, taking a deep breath. “please just let me go.” your voice was small, defeated, you just needed space. 

his hand loosened but he didn’t let go completely, seemingly battling with himself in his mind. “no...i can’t. i won’t let you leave me.” 

so that’s why he was upset? 

you frowned up at him. “taro. i’m just going for some fresh air. i’m not leaving you.” 

he let go of you and stood straight, his lips parted. “oh.” he clenched his jaw and looked down, suddenly embarrassed by his reaction. you grabbed his hand and started walking towards the door. “what are you doing?”

you looked back at him, eyes no longer blazing, but instead, warm and loving. “we are going to get some fresh air. together.” 

he looked down, suddenly shy, but kept walking with you. “okay.”

oikawa:

oikawa had a bad day and he was more irritable than usual

tbh he was being kinda rude unintentionally

you were eating dinner across from each other and you were trying to talk about how your days were, not having spoken to each other much due to your busy schedules

but he wasn’t in the mood for talking and was just answering you with hums and giving you one word responses

after a while you got annoyed and honestly felt a little hurt

so you sighed and rolled your eyes, getting up from the table to go refill your water, mumbling to yourself more than anything

“why am i even trying”

it wasn’t until you said that that oikawa looked up from his plate, eyes wide, heart beating loudly in his chest. “wait what––”

you were already in the kitchen by the time he looked up and he urgently got out of his seat, almost knocking down his glass and you turned around at the clatter, surprised to see him basically speed-walking towards you. 

“oh now you pay attention to me?” you went to sip your water when he pulled it out of your hands and set it on the counter, ignoring your “hey!-” in protest. 

his eyes were frantic as he looked at you, “look baby i’m sorry i just i had a really shitty day today but––”

you sighed and looked to the side. “and i get that tooru, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick, i mean it feels like we haven’t had time to ourselves this week at all...”

he pouted and took your face into his hands, “i know baby and i’m sorry, i haven’t been trying as much as i could have been. but i promise i’ll do better, okay? i know i don’t deserve it but please tell me you’ll keep trying too?” his eyes were suddenly filled with tears and you looked at him in shock.

“hey–what’s wrong?” 

he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky breath. “i just don’t want you to leave me––please don’t. i don’t know what i’d do without you––”

you pulled away as much as he’d let you to look into his eyes. “woah baby what––i’m not leaving you? sure i was frustrated, but i wasn’t going to break up with you.” 

his eyes widened, “really?”

you nodded. “really, tooru i promise.” just from the vulnerable look in his eyes you felt like you could cry as well. you kissed his cheek, “i’m not going anywhere.” 

he sighed, relieved and pulled you into a hug, mumbling his next words into your shoulder. “i love you.”

ushijima:

ushi could be really blunt and straightforward 

and sometimes had a tendency to brush things off, not understanding the big deal

today you were trying to get him understand something that happened at work, someone pissed you off and it really put you in a bad mood for the whole day

and ushi was always there to talk through things with you at night when you got home

but today, he really couldn’t see why you were upset––or rather, why you let it affect you so much, he didn’t see the point

and it felt like he wasn’t listening to you

(granted, you were a little strung up already)

you didn’t want to deal with people anymore so you brushed past him and went to take a shower, grumbling “why am i even trying”

as soon as you uttered those words, ushijima paused, unsure what to even think. you didn’t mean the relationship did you? surely, he thought about how you’d had a bad day, how you were frustrated and maybe you were just saying that in regards to your frustrations...but part of him wasn’t sure. you seemed rather annoyed during the conversation much to his disliking.

unfortunately, he wasn’t able to ask you about it because as soon as he turned around, you were already locked in the bathroom. he sat anxiously at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped as he waited for you. you were taking your sweet time, no doubt relaxing and decompressing, which he understood, but it was only furthering his worry about the situation. 

it was a good while later that you’d finally gotten out of the shower, steam exiting the bathroom as you opened the door. you hadn’t even noticed ushijima sitting across from you as you got out, still focused on your thoughts, trying to calm down. 

you put your night shirt on along with some sweats, which was immediately a bad sign to him, you almost always slept in one of his shirts, and he loved that about you. 

only when you got on the bed did he speak up, clearly tense as he got your attention. “love...”

you turned and he swallowed thickly, suddenly nervous. “when you said...” he paused, looking down at his hands before looking into your eyes, clenching his jaw almost in pain. “are you giving up on us?” 

you frowned immediately, “what?”

“you...you said ‘why am i even trying’ and stormed off...did i do something? are you not happy?” 

your mouth dropped open in shock, the frustration coursing through your body now replaced with disbelief and sadness. you moved closer to him and put one hand on his cheek, the other other on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes. “what? baby no, i was just annoyed and our conversation wasn’t really helping but it wasn’t your fault! i just needed some time to think to myself, i’m sorry. this whole time you thought i wanted to end things?” 

he nodded once and your frown deepened. “baby i would never,” you paused and pulled him close for a sweet kiss. 

his hands came up to hold your waist and you melted into him, the kiss clearly soothing his worries. the look of relief and love in his eyes was clear as day when you pulled away to catch his eye. 

“i promise i am happiest with you. i’m not going anywhere, unless you were planning on leaving any time s––”

his hands gripped your waist tighter, a fierce look appearing in his eyes. “no. you’re it for me.” 

you smiled, feeling something burst in your chest and gave him another kiss. “i love you.” 

his hands made their way under your shirt and you hummed, pulling away to stop him. “baby i’m kinda tired today.”

he shook his head, a light blush on his cheeks . “i know. i just prefer when you wear my shirts.” 

you smiled and moved your hands away, “oh, okay. then go ahead.”

he smiled back, “thank you.”  

#aone #aone angst #aone x reader #aone headcanon #aone hc #kyoutani #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani angst #kyoutani headcanon #kyoutani hc #oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa headcanon #oikawa hc #ushijima #ushijima x reader #ushijma angst #ushijima headcanon #ushijima hc

[personasintro]

bruhhhhh what about a drabble in which y/n is a little TOO drunk and jimin and tae cant handle her after they brought her back to her apartment so jk the mf king comes to beat her ass 🥊🥊🥊 ( and he is like able to shush her and shes intimidated by him ) 😏✨🤭

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: I hope you’re enjoying these!! please let me know what you think about it and if I should write more of them x

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You’re not the one to usually get fucked up.

With friends like Taehyung and Jimin, you’re usually the one looking after them and calling them a cab so they get home safely. They’re the wild ones that love to party, talk to other women and spend the night making out with them, if not inviting them to their apartments for a casual hook-up.

So, when the time comes and you tell yourself to “fuck it” because you’ve to loosen up and release all the tension from your new job and the responsibility that comes with it, you’re the one that needs to be taken care of.

However, even though you’ve planned to drink a little more tonight than you usually do, you haven’t planned to get fucked up at one of those nights where Taehyung insisted on going to a club. Again.

To be honest, you’re not sure what he likes about clubbing that much. You don’t like it but you go, because it’s always fun with your friends. But there are other factors that make you literally go “nooo” when someone proposes to go clubbing. Like all the people, sweaty people, that don’t know anything about personal space. Some of them probably carry perfumes, most of them being women because you could always smell the mix of different perfumes whenever you’d enter the restroom. It’s not a nice smell though. It makes you vomit and especially when you’ve had enough.

Not mentioning all the intrusive guys who are drunk and just looking for a vagina they could fuck.

It sounds as if you’re going clubbing often, but you’re not. If it weren’t for your friends, you’d barely go clubbing because you’re not the type to want that on your own. It’s not usually your idea to go, if ever. But everything seems fun with your friends and honestly, you feel comfortable enough to go with them.

Friends, who probably find you very difficult and annoying at the moment as they’re trying to make you sit on the small bench in your corridor.

“I hate clubbing,” you mutter drunkenly at them, laughing when Taehyung gets on his knees in front of you and tries to grab your ankles to take off your heels.

“We know, you tell us that every time you get wasted.” Taehyung mutters, ignoring the way your mouth falls open in disbelief.

“Taehyungie,” Jimin scolds him, getting on his knees as well to help Taehyung who seems to have trouble with taking off your heels.

Giggling through the entire time, you’re suddenly reminded of something when you look at the two men in front of you, seeing nothing but the top of their heads. “I got two men on their knees.”

Taehyung looks up, cocking his brow at you and finding you extremely annoying as you’re laughing to the point your shoulders shake. Jimin chuckles, nudging Taehyung with his shoulder as he breaks out a grin before they finally get your heels off.

“Kook, we’re taking her to the bedroom!” Jimin calls out to Jungkook who must be somewhere in your apartment. You can’t remember where he went.

“Oooh, sounds… exciting boys!” you joke, your voice resounding in your apartment.

Jungkook chuckles at that, currently in your kitchen preparing you a glass of water and pulling out painkillers from one of the cabinets. You’ll need it for sure. There’s a lot of commotion coming out of your room, something about taking off your make-up which makes Taehyung groan loudly. Jungkook doesn’t fight off the amused grin, only because now Taehyung finally understands how annoying he’s being when he’s drunk. Or at least he hopes he understands.

Jungkook pulls a coke out of your fridge and pours some for himself and for the guys, knowing they’ll have to wait until you fall asleep so they can go. Honestly, Jungkook wonders if one of them should spend the night just in case you get sick. Which you probably will because he hasn’t seen you this drunk in a while. You mentioned something about work when you first entered the club and had your first drink. However, Jungkook wonders if the problem lies somewhere else and that is Heaven. Or whatever his name is.

You’ve been dating for a while and it’s been only over two weeks since you mentioned the relationship isn’t what it used to be. He can smell a break-up in the air and he wonders if you got drunk because it either already happened or you know it will. Maybe he’s just overthinking this. Maybe you just wanted to have fun and get fucked up like Taehyung and Jimin do on a daily basis.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung suddenly yells, the door being opened before they’re loudly shut, Jimin’s soft but loud voice heard for a second.

Jungkook straightens up, ready to make a way over there but before he can move, Taehyung already storms into the kitchen. Face read and annoyed as he looks out of breath, as if he was fighting off a—

“Demon,” Taehyung breathes out, “Y/N is a freaking demon when she’s drunk.”

Jungkook laughs, “She’s just drunk, Tae.”

“Yeah, and she just slapped me for apparently pressing her eyes too harshly when I tried to take off her make-up because she can’t go to sleep without taking it off. God, that woman is a nightmare when she’s drunk!”

“It’s not like you’re a dream when you’re drunk,” Jungkook murmurs, earning a huge glare from Taehyung who keeps his mouth shut because deep down, he knows he’s just as bad.

“Go there! She’s your responsibility right now!” Taehyung exclaims loudly as Jungkook rolls his eyes and puts his body to a move as he brushes past Taehyung.

He barely gets to hold the doorknob before the door is being pushed open again and exhausted Jimin makes eye contact with him. “Great, you’re here!”

Jimin is out of the room and quickly joins Taehyung in the kitchen. Bastards…

Jungkook warily makes it into your room, looking around and barely noticing the flying pillow aimed at him. He catches it at the last minute, frowning at you as you’re standing at the corner of your room next to your closet, still wearing the dress that you wore to the club.

“What was that for?” Jungkook exclaims, watching you drunkenly and messily walk towards your bed before you take another pillow. Before Jungkook knows it, it’s thrown in his direction all over again and he catches it effortlessly and stomps his way over to you.

You’re screaming as if he’s about to kill you, trying to get away from him by jumping onto your bed and getting off the other side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook asks, trying to get you from the other side but for a drunk person, you’re quick and make it out of your bed while standing in the middle of the room.

Jungkook stands there, watching you with narrow eyes for a moment. You do the same thing, stumbling a little. Jungkook uses the moment of surprise and he rushes over to you, not giving you any time to react and even when you try to, he gets a hold of you.

“What the fuck,” Jungkook groans when you trash in his arms, “Calm down, you need to get to bed. You’re going to hurt yourself, you damn woman.”

“No!” you whine, gasping when Jungkook lifts you up while his arms are wrapped around your waist, tossing you to the bed.

“Stop it,” he scolds you in a warning, pointing his finger at you which makes you slouch your shoulders in defeat. “What’s the matter?”

“I wanna go clubbing!” you pout, slapping your hands beside your sides like a bratty kid which makes Jungkook roll his eyes at your behavior.

He hears Jimin and Taehyung peeking out behind the door, watching the scene in front of them with curious and amused eyes. Jungkook glares at them but they just grin at them, silently telling him “See?”.

“You’re acting like a brat, Y/N,” Jungkook comments, sitting on the edge of your bed as you dramatically gasp. “And you’re drunk. You wanted to go home just a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah?” you ask, holding your head high as you’re fighting off the pout again. “Well, I wanna go back. I changed my mind.”

“You can’t just change your mind,” Jungkook shakes his head, “You’re already home.”

“You’re no fun,” you comment, tossing yourself on the back as you stare at the ceiling. “I don’t wanna be alone here.” you almost whisper, not really sure why you just admitted that all of a sudden.

Just a minute ago you were having fun and wanted nothing but be alone.

“We could stay here…” Jungkook reminds you softly. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Can you? I think I’m gonna throw up once I fall asleep.” you admit, causing Jungkook to laugh a little. You sound so innocent and child-like. If you weren’t wearing that tight dress, he would actually believe you’re a kid for a moment.

“How about you change your clothes and put some pajamas on? We’re gonna set the couch and stay the night.”

“You’re not gonna fit there!” you whine, “Can you stay here with me?”

It wouldn’t be the first time you guys share a bed, but ever since you started dating Haechan there weren’t many opportunities to do that, nor were you looking for those opportunities. You’re not sure how he’d like that and just out of respect, you and Jungkook mutually understood you should tone it down even though nothing ever happens. You’re friends.

“You sure?” he asks, raising his brow. You might be wasted but you can still think logically, which couldn’t be said five minutes ago.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly, “Can you rub my back though?”

Jungkook laughs, Jimin and Taehyung join too who are still watching the two of you and how easily Jungkook has handled you. “Deal, but be in bed in your pajamas once I come back. Or no back rubbing.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook screeches, standing up as he looks at you in annoyance. You’re such a brat, you know he hates being called that and you’re still teasing and annoying him even in your current state.

Taehyung cackles and Jimin joins too, not being able to hold it any longer as Jungkook rushes them out of the door to give you the privacy. Once Jungkook makes it to your room to check on you, you’re patiently waiting for him and his back rubs patting the spot next to you. God, he thought you’d fall asleep.

But he joins you, rubbing your back just like he promised until you fall asleep so he can take a shower. Jimin and Taehyung are already sprawled on your couch, talking a bit before they fall asleep too. And when you wake up in the middle of the night, Jungkook holds the bucket for you until you fall asleep again, silently apologizing.

The next morning, Taehyung doesn’t forget to remind you what a pain in the ass you were which causes Jimin to scold him while Jungkook glares at his older friend. But you easily tell him to fuck off, reminding him all of the times he was the one being annoying and a pain in the ass.

Jungkook doesn’t fight off the grin he gives you. You can take care of yourself, maybe not entirely when you’re wasted but you can easily handle Kim Taehyung.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff #jeon jungkook au #jungkook x y/n #ask: mutual help #personasintro

[satinsumu]

first. || suna r.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, slight slight angst but mostly fluff, language, unprotected sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, praise, creampie, soft suna is romantic, shy baby’s first time ❤️ 

summary: it’s hard not to get self-conscious being intimate with suna for the first time, especially when he’s far more experienced than you are—but your boyfriend is sure to remind you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

a/n: what did i say about loving the first time trope lol. also didn’t proofread bc that’s how we do it here (edit: this was so much longer than i’d intended and i ended up getting so much more attached than i’d intended lmfao i want a suna in my life Right Now)

a tingle travels throughout your body as your bare back touches the soft sheets of suna’s bed, your boyfriend’s hands gently moving from your shoulders down to your knees.

he lifts one of your legs up, slender fingers rubbing small circles against your skin, before bending down to press a small kiss to your inner thigh. his greyish, golden eyes—half-lidded and slowly growing darker with desire—flick up to meet yours with such tender intensity that it takes your breath away.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly at your silence, carefully setting your leg back down against the mattress as he leans over you, one hand planted beside your head. 

“yeah,” you reassure him. the reply comes out a bit weaker than you’d intended.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” suna murmurs, lowering himself to give you a small kiss, right at edge of your mouth. his lips are warm. gentle.

“i do, i’m just—” you quickly answer, but look away with slight embarrassment. “just a little nervous, that’s all... don’t know if i’ll be good.”

the second half of your sentence is just barely above a whisper, and suna’s expression softens.

“don’t worry about that,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your forehead, before slowly moving further down your neck and chest. “just want you to be comfortable.”

you feel him stop just above your left breast, the ghost of his breath lingering on your flesh. a sudden, warm sensation washes over you as suna takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, his hot, wet tongue swirling circles around the bud. you gasp at the feeling and squeeze your eyes shut while his other hand slides down your stomach, hovering just above the thin, silky fabric of your underwear.

suna releases your nipple from his mouth as he pushes himself back up, licking his lips while studying your expression.

“you’re so warm down here,” he says with a small smile. his finger draws a long, slow stripe along your folds, the pressure through your panties just enough to send another tingle traveling all over your body. “can i take these off?”

you nod and grant him permission, shyness burning in your cheeks at how exposed and vulnerable you feel, but also at how careful suna is being. he smooths his palm against your hip bone and drags the garment of clothing down your legs before it comes back up, teasingly squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh. 

“good girl,” suna hums, straightening himself to pull his own shirt over his head. the words make your heart pound violently in your chest.

without another word, he takes your other breast in his large hand, groping and kneading the flesh while his opposite hand begins to make work of your sex. he presses two fingers against your folds and slowly rubs circles against the skin as you feel your clit grow more and more sensitive to the pseudo-contact. 

you tilt your head back, dipping further into the sheets, while a shaky sigh escapes your lips. a small smile rests on suna’s face at the sight—you seem to be feeling good, and he intends on keeping it that way. 

his movements are growing faster now. you can feel your arousal growing wetter, and you know suna can feel it too, with the way his fingertips are coated with your slick. he takes this as a safe indication to finally slip a digit into you—god knows how fucking badly he wishes it were his cock instead—and the little squeak that rolls off your tongue is like music to his ears.

“so tight, baby,” he murmurs, elated at the sight of you clenching around him while trying to keep his composure. how did he get so lucky? “but you’re taking my fingers so well.”

there’s so much going on.

you can feel your boyfriend watching you, but you’re too distracted to think about how your face must look right now. especially when he’s still squeezing your tits, focusing on your pleasure as he continues pumping his finger in and out of your tiny hole. then he adds another, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, surprised that suna’s hands are moving with so much ease and also how good it feels. even more so when his thumb continues to rub at your clit in tandem with his other fingers.

soft, lewd squelching noises can be heard in the quiet of his room as both you and suna realize that this won’t be enough. you need more. your pussy is practically begging for it, even if your mouth isn’t.

“think you’re ready, sweetheart,” suna breathes, willing himself to pull his fingers out of your cunt.

you nod coyly in response, slightly irritated at yourself for feeling uneasy in front of your boyfriend; he’s being so good to you, so patient, but you’ve just never done anything so lewd befo—

your brain short-circuits as you watch suna look you dead in the eye before putting two glistening fingers, still covered in your juices, into his mouth. he slowly pulls out, soft pink lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping shamelessly at whatever he missed on his thumb.

he gives you an alluring smirk, and your hands instinctively fly up to cover your flustered face. your cheeks are burning with both desire and embarrassment, but suna grips your wrist and slowly pulls it away.

“look at me, baby,” he says, his body hovering closely above yours. “nothing to be embarrassed about.”

god, you look so fucking cute, he really doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“can i...?” suna trails off, the hardness in his pants growing more and more difficult to ignore by the second as it presses against your leg.

“p-please, rin,” you whisper. the way your innocent, nervous eyes are asking him to fuck you is honestly enough to make him jizz in his pants. 

without another word, suna pushes himself back up, unzipping his pants so that his erect member can finally spring free. he barely has to give it a few impatient strokes—a trait you rarely see in your boyfriend—before it’s fully hard. the sheer size of his cock causes you to gulp, the tiny beads of precum already leaking out from its tip.

suna takes it in his hand, smearing his own arousal over the head before bending over to rub its heaviness over your folds. your clit is already puffy and sensitive from his fingers earlier, and it feels like it’s twitching in pleasure from the contact. 

“o-oh,” you gasp, and suna smiles at the sound, his eyes glossing over your body like he simply can’t get enough. he slowly moves his cock downwards, using all his self-restraint to ignore the throbbing, aching desire in it to just fuck your brains out already.

lining it up with your entrance, he murmurs, “i’m gonna put it in.”

“okay,” you exhale, chest heaving in anticipation.

your hands travel up beside your head to grip the pillow as a means to brace yourself, and you finally feel suna slide into you with surprising ease. every inch of his cock drags along your walls in slow motion, and you’ve never been so physically close to him before. there’s a soft ache—barely noticeable—but it’s not painful... and yet, it’s not pleasurable either.

an unprecedented panic creeps its way into your head at the realization.

what if this doesn’t end up feeling good? what if he doesn’t end up feeling good? oh god, what if he doesn’t even finish? surely, you’d be the only girl he’ll have slept with that could fuck up this bad—who knows how many girls have come before you? (literally.) what if—

“what’s wrong?” suna’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his tone tinged with a slight worry. 

“n-nothing,” you shake your head quickly. ugh, you feel like such... a loser. an idiot, really.

“talk to me, sweetheart,” suna murmurs, towering over you as he’s still balls deep inside your cunt. “does it hurt?”

he wants to pull out in case that’s the problem, but also doesn’t want to make any sudden moves, for fear of hurting you.

“no, i’m okay,” you insist in an attempt to reassure him. “i just, i don’t know, i’m being stupid.”

suna’s expression softens, but before he can say anything, you’re already babbling on again, and you can’t even stop.

“what if you don’t end up feeling good?” you quiver, the question more so directed at yourself than at your boyfriend. “what if you don’t even finish because of how much i suck? i-i don’t want to be the only person you’ve been with who’s bad at sex—”

your heart is racing now and the words are tumbling out of your mouth helplessly. you feel so bad for dumping this on him, and your frustration towards yourself brings small tears to the corners of your eyes—

“baby, listen to me,” suna says quietly but firmly, one hand cupping your cheek and turning your face towards him so that you’re no longer avoiding eye contact. his thumb gently brushes away the dampness at the edge of your lower lashline before he continues,

“first of all, there’s no such thing as being bad at sex—and you’re doing great,” he murmurs, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “you’re the only person i want to do this with, and as long as it’s with you, i’m happy.”

you sniffle a little bit, but your heart soars at his words, the tension in your chest slowly easing.

“second of all, don’t worry about me,” he says gently, his eyes filled with a tender adoration as he gazes at you. “it’s really sweet that you’re thinking of me, but i want you to feel good.”

a warmth blooms in your cheeks. 

“and besides, you’re fucking beautiful,” suna continues, leaning down again to press his lips against your bare shoulder. “i could cum just from the sight of you, but i’m trying to hold back because i want you to finish first.”

the bluntness of his words causes you to look away shyly, and suna smiles down at you. 

“so,” he begins again, before giving you a small suck on your jaw. “can you let me make you feel good?”

you nod slowly, and bring your arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“sorry,” you manage a small giggle at the feeling of his dick still inside you—you really have terrible timing, that much you’ll admit.

“it’s okay,” suna murmurs, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “i love you, you know that.”

he’s said those words before, but the way he’s uttering them into your ear right now, in the quiet intimacy that only you two share, makes your heart race and your head spin.

“just let me know if you want me to stop,” he says, before finally, gradually pulling himself out.

suna slides his cock back into you with ease, your juices still coating his member. he repeats the motion a few more times, each time just a little bit more fluidly and rapidly than the last, until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. the sensation is still foreign, but no longer uncomfortable.

he finally reaches a pace where he thrusts himself into you for the first time with a low grunt, the rough penetration catching you off guard. a small “mmf!” escapes your mouth as you bite your lip, embarrassed at hearing the sound of your own voice.

“don’t hold those precious noises back, sweetheart,” suna breathes seductively into your skin, his low voice causing you to clench harder around him. “wanna hear how good i make you feel. the louder the better.”

you nod at his encouragement as small beads of sweat form along your temple.

he gives you another sharp thrust, followed by another, and then another, until he’s steadily rocking into you as the bed creaks with every movement. this time, you can’t help the wanton moans of his name that fill the air, each one prompting him to continue.

“a-ah!” you cry at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, your cunt sucking him back in every time he pulls out of you. “r-rin! rin! rin!”

suna’s never been one to have a big head or a large ego, but the way you’re chanting his name like a mantra makes pride swell in his chest. you look so angelic, eyes fluttered shut with every time he fucks into you, nipples moving up and down with your breasts, hair splayed out against his bedsheets, sopping wet pussy clamping around his cock as your very first time. how could he not be in love with you?

“f-feeling good, baby?” he pants, trying to hold it together. 

“yes,” you gasp as a small dribble of drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth. but you don’t care. you want him. more of him, more, more, more. “want you so bad.”

suna thinks he’s going to lose his damn mind.

“you like that?” his voice borders on a growl, and his strong arms snake beneath you to pull you into a hug before one of them props his body up against the mattress so he can angle himself into you with even more intensity. lord help him, he wants to cum so fucking bad with how hot you look, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you into tomorrow.

“n-ngh!” you groan, tossing your head back at the way suna is driving himself in and out of you as his eyes flit down to your heaving chest. “i-i think ‘m c-close...”

that was all suna needed to hear as he laid you back down, flat against the bed as one hand travels urgently down to your heat. he takes two fingers and begins rubbing your folds again, one dipping past them to play with your clit, the stimulation causing you to see stars. suna presses an open mouthed kiss against your lips at the sight of them parting, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue across yours.

he picks up the speed of his thrusts again, his other hand now preoccupied with kneading your breasts and pinching your nipple as you cry out for him, and only him.

“r-rin!” your voice rings in his head, your gasps broken up into needy pants. 

“doin’ so good, angel,” he mutters against your lips, still mercilessly slamming his cock into you. “taking my cock so—ngh!—well, wanna keep this pussy all to myself.”

you don’t even have time to process the lewdness of his words before your back is arching, suna’s fingers rubbing your clit at an unbelievable pace as he simultaneously slides himself in and out of you, the slapping sounds amplified by your juices.

“cum for me sweetheart, you can do it,” suna urges, his eyes fixated on your face. “show me just how good i make you feel—”

a sudden wave of bliss floods over you as you feel the tension in your body release, your clit throbbing with pleasure at the sensation. suna’s eyes widen at the way your jaw grows slack, trying not to cum at the mere sight of your fucked out expression while he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“h-hah,” you gasp, still chasing your climax while suna continues thrusting into your cunt, his cock twitching with arousal. after a few seconds, he picks up his own pace, chasing his own high with your body.

“god, you feel so good around me,” he mutters, clenching his teeth at the way your walls continue to suck him in. 

“want you to cum inside, r-rin,” you whine into his ear, the syllables broken up by how hard he’s fucking you as your whole being practically bounces around his cock, his balls clapping with wet slapping sounds against your ass. “f-fill m-me up?”

you don’t need to say anything else as suna finally snaps, pushing himself so deep into you with an almost primal urge as cum shoots out of his cock. you can feel the warmth all the way in your belly as you look up at your boyfriend, sweaty and out of breath, panting into your neck before finally pulling himself out of you.

he catches your lips with his as he gives you a long, passionate kiss, before breaking away and giving you a quick peck on both cheeks, then your nose, then your forehead.

“you did so good, baby,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, that had found its way to stick to your face. an affectionate warmth brings a small smile to your lips as you nuzzle your cheek into suna’s palm, and he feels himself lose his breath at the sight of you.

“be good and stay here, okay?” he mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself off of you. he could stare at you forever. “i’ll go get a towel and clean you up. i love you.”

#fic #suna.fic

[wri0thesley]

Well shit. The pet talk has me thinking about turning into a neko because of a curse gone wrong... would you like to write headcanons for the jjk men reacting to their crush befalling that fate? Who'd try to reverse it, who'd want to keep them that way? Who would use the chance to get closer or even turn it into pet play?

ahh to be a neko and be owned by a handsome jjk man.....

warnings: not sfw, afab reader implied, cat/neko hybrid reader, petplay mentions, master/pet dynamics!

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo probably immediately figures out how to reverse it - but the thing is, right away, he doesn’t much want to. You just look so cute with the neko ears resting on your hair, your hands curled like paws, your tail curling around you so cutely. The light purr in the way you speak, the way your eyes keep contracting as you get distracted by a loose thread on his clothes or the light reflecting off his sunglasses. 

He’s going to take a lot of pictures of you; partly to make fun of you with later, partly because he just can’t help it. You’re adorable! As part-cat now, too, you’ve gotten a lot less good at hiding your affection. Gojo is suddenly being subjected to you batting your head against him, rubbing your face against his to mark him as yours - and he’s not complaining about it at all. 

He will very much use this as an opportunity for petplay. He’s got a bit of a power complex about being the strongest; you being a cute little pet at his knees, all helpless and mewling, is something he didn’t realise he’d want so badly. And you’re so sensitive, when he touches your ears or your tail. He kind of wants to get you a collar, to leave you like this forever - but he’s not going to, because at the heart of it, he’s a good man who wants the best for you.

It won’t stop him bringing this up all of the time afterwards, showing you the pictures, and buying you a cute tail and ear set to wear for him when the two of you are spending some alone time together, though. 

“Aww, kitty - that’s right, smile for the camera - say ‘nya~’!”

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♡ Nanami is more concerned than anything else. His first instinct is to protect you, and his second instinct is to be frustrated with himself for not protecting you thoroughly enough. He takes you back to his place before Gojo or anyone can see you, knowing that most of them won’t let you live this down and preparing to organise things himself. When it turns out Shoko can’t have a look at you until the next day, citing the fact that you’re not in any real danger, Nanami resigns himself to having to spend the night with you in this state. 

He tries to make you a bed in the spare bedroom but you crawl onto his bed anyway, nesting at the foot of it, curling yourself in covers. When he doesn’t pay attention to you, you sigh, rubbing your head against his leg, as if to say ‘well, go ahead, pet me’ - unfortunately, if you want Nanami to do that, you have to open your mouth and ask. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you.

When you finally do ask him with your words, he presses his lips thinly together but he also knows cats - you’re not going to let him rest until he does it. He finds himself soothed by petting your ears, the soft rumble of your throat, the way that his touch seems to make you relax. He hadn’t realised just how comfortable you must be with him. 

Nanami will not do anything to you in this state, even if you try and initiate it - when he gets to take you to bed for the first time, he hopes there will be no cursed nonsense present - just you, and him, and the beating of your hearts. But at least this little experience has given him some courage to push forward with his crush.  

“You really want me to stroke you? Well . . . I suppose I could . . . is this alright?”

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♡ Geto does not want to like the sight of you with your eyes big and wide and cute cat ears on your head and a tail extending from your backside as cute as he does. You’ve always been one of his favourite curse users, and perhaps he’s been nursing a crush on you for longer than he’d like to admit - but this just feels rude. You’re so cute with your head tipped to the side, sticking very close to him, fair brightening up when his hand so much as brushes your arm. 

He does want to fix you, of course - he doesn’t want anything to dull your sharp knife-edges, the cleverness thrumming beneath your skin. He thinks of the people he surrounds himself as family, and you as - as more than that. But he indulges in it for a little too long. Liking to watch your tail swish as you walk, your ears twitch - liking the noise you make when he runs his palm over your face. 

Geto, too, will indulge in a little petplay. How can he not, when you were so obedient and good for him even before this unfortunate occurrence? He soothes you with pets and kisses as you sink onto his cock, calling you his good kitten, asking you to purr for him and groaning when your slightly sharper than usual teeth nip at his neck and you mewl so prettily at the touch of his hands on your spine. 

Out of anyone, Getou is the most likely to tie a ribbon around your new tail and get you a cute collar with a bow and a bell on it. When you’re sat on his lap with his cock inside you, he murmurs softly not to let the bell jingle, be a good pet and stay exactly where he puts you - and for Geto, you’re a very well-behaved pussy-cat, and you do exactly what he asks you.

“Mm, that’s right - good kitten. You feel so right there. You’re such a pretty thing, so well-behaved--”

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♡ Toji should want to do something about this. He hates the idea of all of this cursed energy clinging to you - but he also knows there isn’t much he can do, and he isn’t willing to lower himself to ask for help from anyone who can do anything about it. So, welcome to your new life - you’re Toji’s cute little kitten now. He likes his kitten to lie on his lap, to nest in his bed, to eat off a bowl on the floor and wear their pretty collar--

He likes his kitty to be well-behaved, but honestly, Toji’s treatment whether you are well-behaved or not is much the same. He likes that you’ll sit and listen to him like everything he says is the most important thing in the world - likes that, now you’re his good little housecat, he is the centre of your universe. He’s rough with you no matter what, but you grow to absolutely love that sensation - love digging your claws into his back when he fucks you, love it when he groans ‘good kitty’ into your ear, love it when he stretches out beside you and lets you nuzzle into his chest, purring at him. 

He secretly likes it when you act up a little bit; if you spill your milk or if you purposely ignore him. He loves having an opportunity to tame the brattiness out of his kitten - to tug on your tail a little meanly, to remind you of who exactly you belong to.

“Aww, kittycat-- you’re really pushin’ my buttons today, huh? C’mere - lemme remind you who your owner is--”

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna . . . if you’ve ended up like this and you’re Sukuna’s object of affection, we can only assume that Sukuna himself is the one to have engineered it. No other curse would dare to touch his property, after all - and if you are Sukuna’s, you are his property. You being a cute little kitty now doesn’t change the fact at all; if anything, it reinforces in Sukuna’s mind that you’re his pet. He owns you. You ought to be on your knees, your head bowed, practically quivering if he deigns to pet you or lavish you in affection--

You will be staying this way.

You’ll be learning exactly how a good pet behaves; how and when to use your tongue, how to respond to your Master’s petting of your ears, how to learn to roll over and present yourself when your Master wants to take you. Heaven help you if you go into heat, kitten - Sukuna’s deeply amused by your whimpering, by the way you keep nuzzling against his thighs and telling him that it hurts, please fill me up, pleasepleaseplease.

If you’ve been very good, he’ll reward you by filling you up fuller than you even realised you could be. If you’ve been very bad, you’ll be sobbing and clawing into his sheets and begging to be touched with your own need streaming down your thighs. Either way, in the end, you’ll be mewling into Sukuna’s kimono with tears on your face from the stretch, secure in the knowledge that you’re owned. 

“A good kitten walks on all fours, hmm? A good kitten obeys their Master. A good kitten knows to do it immediately when I tell them to open their mouth--”

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito wants to find out everything he can about this interesting new development. Chances are, if he has a crush on you, you already know it - subtlety is honestly not one of the curse’s strong points. Chances are, too, if he has a crush on you and you’re still around, you’re okay with is - but this is probably going to push it over the edge. His hands are all over you, petting and tugging on your ears and your tail, probably trying to see how they attach to your skin and laughing when you flinch or blush or a certain rub of his thumb across your tailbone makes a purr thrum in your throat.

He’s telling you how cute you are through it all, laughing - he’s talking earnestly about the way humans keep pets, how he’s always wondered about it, and now he’s had one dropped into his lap, and isn’t that just fortuitous? At first, he wants you to be as much of a pet as you can - on your hands and knees, purring, mewling, the whole nine yards! But once he’s exhausted that option (Mahito’s moods tend to be whimsical and over in a flash before he’s moved onto the next one), he wants to explore your new additions and how doing certain things to you makes them feel. Expect to be fucked from behind by Mahito pulling your tail - expect him, too, to be very interested in the concept of cats going into heat! You’re an endlessly fascinating new toy, until you’re not quite as fascinating--

And then Mahito is shifting his soul to have his own cat ears and tail, to be mess around with you some more and see if your reactions are any different when he’s made himself your cat-boyfriend! Eventually, he’ll get bored of you being part cat and he’ll figure out how to get you back to your normal self on his own, but by then the damage has probably already been done and some part of you is just conditioned - to purr when your head is scratched, to docilely sit at Mahito’s feet and paw at the front of his trousers.

“You’re so cute! Humans like to play with their pets, right? Let’s play, then! Purr for me, koneko-chan~”

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[peterpickedpaker]

God I Love Spider-Man

TASM! Peter Parker pt 2

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Summary for part 2: after hearing a knock on your window, you’re a little too quick to open it . Do you realize who this mysterious man in red and blue is ? Or does Peter get you in a way he would never expect ?

A/N : ummm hello ?? Y’all are such lovely people thank you for reading, commenting, and liking !! I honestly did not plan to do too much with this but y’all for sure gave me the motivation :) updates hopefully once a week or maybe more . Also I’ve never like used Tumblr to post anything so if my format or anything of the such seems weird I apologize ! Thanks again for reading . Hope you all enjoy :))) alsooooo I’m going to do my best to always include a song . Just for like fun or whatever .

Warning: MDI please ! Cursing, teasing, sexual tension, f!nger!ng, lil degr@ding , praise baby. Let me know if I missed something !

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You slowly stand to your feet, walking to the window . Your finger tips graze your curtains gently, only slightly moving them . You just had to be sure of what you had just seen .

Once you were at least 88% positive he was real, he knocks again . Making you 100% sure .

Spider-Man was on your fucking fire escape .

“Uh little help ?” The masked man asks, his voice muffled through the window . “Oh shit, yeah yeah . My bad .” You fumble with the locks, quickly opening the window allowing him to enter .

“Sorry for the intrusion love, but I have seem to be injured and need some help .” He state’s motioning to the blood stains on his chest . He remains sat on your window sill . You stand about three feet away from him . Eyes wide as if you’ve seen a ghost .

“Happen to have a first aid kit ?” He looks up at you . You still don’t respond nor move . “Hello ? Anyone in there ?” He asks now standing and walking towards you .

“Oh my god, um yeah, sorry, I just, I-“ you stop yourself once you realize how close he is to you now .

“Nervous ?” He says towering over you . “No no, it’s just, yah know, I don’t, you see, it’s actually-“ you stop and take a breath . “I’m gonna go get my first aid kit .” Your tone low .

You practically sprint to your bathroom . Dropping to your knees to open the cabinet under the sink . You rummage through all the random things talking to yourself . “What the actual fuck, holy shit, there’s literally no way . There is no fucking WAY I am awake right now . I definitely fell asleep on the couch . Spider-Man is not, for sure NOT, in my living room, needing my first aid kit .”

“Oh but I am, and sweetheart, you’re not dreaming .” You snap your head to the left immediately meeting his crotch . Very quickly averting your eyes, and meeting his masked ones instead .

“I think I like you in this position .” He coos taking his gloved hand and placing it under your chin, forcing you to look up more . “I- I found the first aid kit .” You say lightly shaking it in your hand, doing your best to ignore the heat between your legs .

“Ah, perfect . I’ll be on the couch . Feel free to come join me .” And just like that, he drops your face and walks out .

“What.the.fuck.”

Once you finally got the courage, you leave the bathroom . Rounding the corner you see Spider-Man  patiently sat on your couch .

“So uh, Spider-Man,” you clear your throat, “how’d you, you know ?” You ask awkwardly as you sit next to the mysterious man . “Oh the usual, saving lives .” He states in a cocky tone, leaning back and placing his arms on the back of the couch . His finger tips lightly brush your shoulder .

“I like your outfit .” He says as you sit cris cross opening the first aid kit . You cock your head in confusion at him before looking down and quickly realizing what you were in . “Oh Jesus . I’m sorry, I obviously was not expecting a guest . Let alone that guest being Spider-Man .” You cover your face with your hands .

You feel a hand wrap about your wrists, “no needs to apologize or be embarrassed . I’m liking what I see .” Again, that stupid feeling between your legs .

“Um, let’s see what I can do for you . I have the most basic and bland shit in here .” You end up pulling out alcohol wipes and bandaids .

“How’s this ?” You ask with a warm smile . He chuckles, “I don’t really need the bandaids but the alcohol wipes will do the trick .” You nod in response . “So uh, how do you want me to, you know, like did you want to …” you trail off awkwardly . “Trying to get me naked already ?”

You practically choke, “oh god no ! I mean, no, not like that . I mean fuck, I’m not saying I wouldn’t want you like that . Fuck, no, I just mean-“

You’re cut off by him standing, “what’s your name ?” He asks watching you avoid his gaze, moving the first aid kit from your lap . You place your feet onto the ground . Next thing you know, a hand, not a gloved hand, a bare hand, is placed under your chin .

“Pretty girl, I asked you a question .” He now stands in front of you, suit pulled down around his waist . All you could think about is how perfect his body was .

Even with all the scrapes, scars, and bruises .

“I-“ before you could struggle to speak he bends down, leveling his masked covered face to yours . “Distracted ?” You could almost hear his smirk .

“Y/N .” You finally respond .

“Such a beautiful name . I have just one more question for you before we play nurse .”

You could only nod .

He stands once again, his hand never leaving it’s place . You feel the pressure of his index finger on your neck, “why is your heart pounding so hard Y/N ?”

You don’t answer . Frankly, you didn’t know how . What could you even say ? ‘Yeah I’ve had sex dreams just like this before.’ No, you’d sound insane .

“Thought about this before ?” Your taken back, “I- I’m sorry what did you say ?” You ask rather timidly . “Tell me Y/N,” he starts, beginning to lean over you . He places his hands on the back the couch, forcing you to lean back under him .

“How many times have you thought about it ?” His face only inches from yours, “though about what ?” You try to play dumb . It’s not like he could know . Right ? Right !?

He leans in further, your bodies almost touching . “How many times have you thought about me fucking you ? And please don’t spare any details .” He growls pushing your legs apart with his knee .

You bite your lower lip doing your best to hold back the whimper stuck in the throat .

He takes one hand off from behind you, moving it down your neck, to your shoulder, down your arm, and ending with him tracing small circles on your bare thigh .

You close your eyes doing your best to control your breathing . “If I were to touch you right now, would you already be wet ?” The tone of his voice sends a vibration through you .

“Please .” You say in the most pathetically needy voice .

“Such a needy little slut . Begging for a man you don’t know to touch you . Is that what you want princess ?” He asks moving closer to your core . “Do you want my fingers ?”

You couldn’t help but moan in response .

“Say it .” He bluntly states . “Tell me what you want .” His hand now cupping the part that ached for him .

You open your eyes looking directly into his sliver lenses . “Please-“ he pushes down onto your center causing you arch you back .

“Come on pretty girl . Show me how submissive you’re willing to be for me .” He adds more pressure .

“Ah please, please . I-I want your fingers .” You manage to spit out .

“Such a good girl .” He says pushing your panties to the side . “Just what I thought . Soaking wet for me .” You arch your back, letting out a gasp the second his fingers make contact to your throbbing core .

He begins rubbing circles on your cl!t . Gasps and moans rip through your throat . “Oh fuck .” You say throwing your head back on your couch .

With no warning you feel him push a finger inside . “Is this okay ?” His quick to ask, “yes, god yes .”

He chuckles at your desperateness, adding another finger . You move your hand from gripping the couch to his shoulder . Your nails dig in as he pumps in and out of you at a fast pace .

“Jesus Christ .” You breathe out . “Nope, just Spider-Man .” You’d laugh if you weren’t in such a vulnerable state . “How does it feel huh ? Just like you pictured ?” He asks keep his pace but curling at the end, hit your g shot each time .

You couldn’t answer . Only desperate whimpers . You start to feel the build in your stomach . “I recommend you answer that question, pretty .” You whine pushing yourself closer to him . But he stops .

You sit up looking at him, fingers still inside . Realizing why he stopped you start, “it’s amazing, please, it’s even better than what I imagined . Pleas-“ before you could even finish your pleading he starts up again . This time his thumb rubbing your throbbing cl!t as he fucks you with his fingers .

“Fuck !” You shout gripping his bicep, feeling his muscles flex only added to the pleasure . “You gonna cum for me doll face ?” You only nod as your screw your eyes shut .

“Nuh uh . You have to look at me when you cum . I want you to see the face that made you finish .” You whine but listen . Opening your eyes and seeing your reflection in his .

“Just like that, good fucking girl .” His voice low, and airy . “I’m gonna-“ you start, “go ahead princess, cum on my fingers .” And almost instantly, you do . You feel yourself clinch around him as he fucks your through your high . “Fuck !” You moan, feeling your nails dig deeper into him .

You lay back, closing your eyes to catch your breath . Once you’ve come down, you open your eyes again sitting up to look at him .

When he pulls out of you he brings his fingers to your lips . “Mind cleaning these off for me ? You made quite the mess .” You blush opening your mouth for him . He slides his fingers across your tongue, tasting yourself on him, you let out a low moan .

“Suck .” You do as your told . He removes his fingers with a pop . “All clean .” He says standing and beginning to put his suit back on . “Wait didn’t you need me to clean you up ? Like your injuries ?” You ask looking at him doe eyed .

He motions to his torso, you see the cuts are practically gone . “Quick self healing is kind of the best .” He gloats finishing pulling up his suit .

“This on the other hand, will definitely still be there tomorrow .” He laughs as he points the the shoulder you had used to brace yourself . “Oh my god, I’m sorry . Is there anything I can do ?” You stand trying to observe the damage .

He chuckles, “don’t worry about it love . Been through much worse .” He turns to face you, “Plus, your face when you came on my fingers, was absolutely worth it .” He whispers the last part .

You feel heat rise in your cheeks again . “I’ll be seeing you very soon Y/N .” His glove hand placed on your cheek, “very soon .”

The second he drops your face, he crawls out onto your fire escape and leaps off . You run to the window to see him swinging off into the night .

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Peter had never in his life been as confident as he was last night . Something about the mask made all his anxiety just disappear . He had always been attracted to you .

Not completely sure how that ended up with a mutual dislike between the two of you . But maybe it was the burning sexual tension that neither one of you was willing to relieve or admit .

He didn’t know for sure, but something he did know was that he knew exactly how to shut you up .

The trio was sat in their English class .

When Peter came in, he sat next to you instead of his usual seat by Gwen . You gave him side eye as soon as he sat down . You couldn’t help but notice the way he smelled .

You turn your head towards him and inhale softly . “Are you wearing a new Cologne ?” You whisper . “Uh no, I just don’t think we’ve ever been in this close of a  proximity to one another .” He states not even looking at you .

You nod turning your face back to the teacher .

You had only asked cause something about it rang familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it .

“How was you night ?” He asks kind of catching you off guard . His tone almost mocking . Your mind immediately flashes back to Spider-Man being knuckles deep inside you .

“Uh nothing to exciting .” You answer but quickly realize that is not normally how’d you respond to Peter . “Why do you care anyway ?” Better, you think to yourself .

“Oh I don’t . Just thought maybe I’d try being nice .” He takes note of the red creeping up your cheeks . “What’s with the blushing ?” You widen your eyes, “god Peter none of your business .”

Once class ended you all agreed to meet at Gwen’s favorite restaurant . “I have to run home first . So I’ll meet you guys there ?” She asks .

“You really trust us, alone, in a car ? Do you want to only have one best friend left ?” You ask almost in a scuff . Peter chuckles in response . Gwen stops by her car with a pondering face . “Peter, can you behave long enough so Y/N doesn’t try to run you both off the road ?” She asks .

“Uh yeah, I think I can manage . But can Y/N go 10 minutes without being completely annoyed by the presence ?”

“I’ll do my best . Can’t make any promises .” You smirk towards Gwen as you hop in the passenger seat of Peters car . “Please make it there in one piece .” She pleads before getting into her own car .

Before you had even started driving Peter had started playing music .

He pulls out of his parking spot placing a hand on the back of your head rest as he checks his surroundings . Once you get on to the road, you can’t help but look at him .

“See something you like ?” He teases . You roll your eyes . “Nope, just want to be sure your not going to kill me .” He shakes his head . “You can’t ever say one nice thing to me can you ?” He asks raising a brow as if he’s testing you .

“I could if you did things worth saying nice things about .” You smirk feeling like you won something .

“Try it .” You look at him confused . “Try ?” You question . “Try to say one nice thing to me .” His tongue wetting his bottom lip .

“Okay this is going to be the one and only complement you ever get from me . So take it in Parker .” He looks over at you, one hand on the steering wheel, the other propped up on the center consul .

He runs his fingers across his chin . Keeping his head facing forward but keeps glancing at you through the corner of his eye .

He smirks as if he’s enjoying your sudden loss of words . You feel your heart beat pick up a bit . Causing you to feel confused . What the hell was going on, you thought to yourself .

You almost forget your speaking as you observe him . The song not helping the tension you’ve felt since he sat next to you . “And that would be ..” he interrupts your thought process .

“Oh yeah, uh, you’ve got great taste in music .” You finally move your gaze from him realizing you’d be staring for a bit too long .

“Like the song choice ?” His smirk never leaving his face . “Picked it myself .”

And like almost on command the song sings

‘I just want to taste your chapstick’

He says running his fingers through his hair . You push your thighs together . What the hell was going on with you .

“Uh so you know how you and Gwen were talking about how Spider-Man sometimes just falls out of the sky ?” He shifts in his seat .

What you didn’t know, was Peter couldn’t stop thinking about last night as well . His brain running wild of what he might do next . He couldn’t believe you were about to tell him about last night . Or so he thought .

“Yeah ?” He now turns his head looking over at you as you sit at a red light . “Would you think I’m totally and absolutely insane if I told you that actually happened ?”

“I would not think that . Simply cause I know it’s actually possible . Did it happen ?” He plays dumb and curious .

You take a deep breath preparing yourself before continuing . “Okay well yes . It’s actually did happen . And out of all people, me ! You can’t tell me that’s not crazy ? Like you and Gwen had literally just talked about it . Than it happens ?? I even woke up this morning having to determine if it was real or not . Before I fell asleep I was legit pacing around my apartment like a psychopath . My down stairs neighbor probably wanted to murder me .” You ramble as the car starts again .

“What happened ?” He asks in a flat tone . You clear your throat . “Oh nothing crazy, he just needed some bandaids .” Your eyes looking straight ahead hoping you’d be arriving soon to avoid anymore questions .

“So you finally got to use your first aid kit ? Did you let him use you like you said you would ?” His voice now low, and husky .

You bite your lip not sure how to respond . “No, of course not . I talk a lot of shit . But even if I had why do you think I’d tell you ?”

Thankfully you arrived and he pulls into a spot, he however doesn’t get out . Instead he turns towards you narrowing his eyes .

“I just thought you’d want to brag about it . Saying how highly you see him .” He leans closer to you .

“I- I just, it doesn’t matter cause nothing happened .” You say now facing him and seeing how close he was to you . “Gotta be honest here, I don’t believe you . Seeing as you are a flustered mess .” There goes your heart again .

You normally we’re pretty good at lying to Peter . He would usually just take you at your word . You were rather confused as to why this was the one time he didn’t believe a single thing you said .

“Did you let him have his way with you ? Did you beg him to fuck you ?” Your eyes widen for the 100th time today . “Peter, Jesus no . I just helped clean up a few bumps and bruises . Than he left .” You push his shoulder causing him to wince .

“Oh shit Peter, I’m sorry are you okay ?” You look at him with concern .

“No Yeah, I’m all good . Just fell off my skateboard yesterday . Uh, on the way to meet you and Gwen actually .” He internally face palms knowing that was too much information .

“Shall we, uh go in ?” He stutters through his words .

“We shall .” And with that you both hop out of the car and head into the restaurant .

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