#my leg is fine it's finally in a good phase and all.. of course i manage to fuck it up 👌

[a-s-levynn]

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#i may have broken two fingers on my left foot 👍 #i was rushing and kicked the doorsill/treshold (or whatever you call it in english) so hard i almost cried #and i have considerably high pain tolerance #it was ca 3 hours ago and it is still kinda throbbing #and if i try to move it.. it hurts a lot #i can't put weight on it #so it is a high chance i broke both #maybe even the third one as well? #it's the middle ones #well we'll see by tomorrow #it just so me.. like #my leg is fine it's finally in a good phase and all.. of course i manage to fuck it up 👌 #man i'm a disaster i cannot even begin #i'm just bitching i have broke fingers on my feet before it's not a big deal #just annoying #levynn cries about nonsense #levynn tries to think

[thotsforvillainrights]

Shigaraki smut headcanons? Sorry if you've already done this, I just love crusty boi. (　＾ω＾)

(You're fine, Anon! It's one of those cases where it FEELS like it's been done but probably hasn't lol. I went and checked the new and old masterlist and couldn't find anything. Now's my chance to add it to the collection ^_^)

~Shigaraki Smut Headcanons~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-Really would like to say he's a freak in bed but I don't think he's all that wild...at least not at first. I feel like he has a lot of love to give when he opens himself up for it. There's not really much lust between the two of you at first (not on his end at least). His walls are up really high and for a while he starts to feel really guilty about developing feelings for you. He's not sure if he deserves to have love given to him, or to give love to others. All his life he's been focused on what he hates and not enough on what he could love. When you come along, he's filled with anger at the fact you were able to get to him so easily.

-He can't deny any longer that he has feelings for you. When you try to reciprocate these feelings then it becomes complex. He's not letting you in as easily. He prays at night that you give up on him, that you leave for your own good. At the same time he wants to open himself up to you but he just doesn't know how. When he finally decides to let himself go and feel for once in his life, it becomes likely the most beautiful and simultaneously terrifying experience he's had. When you say you love him, it's invigorating. When you touch him...touch his skin of all people, he feels special. He feels confused all at the same time. Why would you chose him?

-He's scared at first to talk about you, to feel pride out loud. he's scared he'll somehow jinx things and that he'll wind up hurting or even worse is that he'll wind up hurting you instead. It's not just the mental hurt he's worried about either. It's the pysical hurt and the crushing idea that he might slip up and you'll be gone forever. Even with gloves as a precaution, he's still not up to the idea of touching you. Why should he when he doesn't deserve to touch you anyway? A demon with an angel like you? What a cruel and disgusting joke. Don't you know if he were to mess up then you'd be nothing more than a pile of ash and memories? You don't care. You want his touch, his hugs and kisses. And just like always, he's weak to deny you. He gives up and cautiously inches into the next phase of your relationship.

-When the sex finally comes into play, he feels a bit overwhelmed. Understandably you should come to expect him not lasting very long for the first few times. Can you blame him? You're something akin to a sinful pool of gold and he's strong enough to hold back. He's focusing all his energy on making you feel good, keeping a handle on his quirk, and trying not to hurt you all at the same time. Your sex brings fireworks out. His vision gets spotty once before and leave him wondering if he might pass out. He's breathless, his skin damp with sweat and his legs weak...shaking from your activities together. He's quiet but you can still hear him making sound just for you. It's all for you.

-Because he won't focus on his own pleasure, you end up taking the reigns in that department. It takes some time for him to settle down and accept that you actually WANT to make him feel good instead. Of course you do, why wouldn't you want to return the favor? He can't grasp the concept at first. That's okay, he didn't need to think too hard. Just lay back and let you handle it yes?

-His drive doesn't seem to be that high, nor too low. If anything, he's a perfect in-between, matching your pace perfectly. He's moldable like clay for you. He'll fold and bend at your will but he also remains understanding of his own needs and preferences as well. I think maybe later on in the relationship you can see him getting a little rougher in bed. Of course at your request, he learns the ins and outs of it. Shigaraki after gaining a power-up shows a considerable difference in the ways he goes about things but that's a story for a different time.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha shigaraki #smut #minor dni #minors dni

[seresinsbabe]

Hate Me So Good

My first smut fic! This story is 18+ MINORS DNI! Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Summary: You bicker with Jake Seresin the second your eyes land on him. He's finally had enough but the talk he tries to have with you goes a little better than he anticipated. Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: sexist!jake, SMUT, dirty talk, pinv, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, daddy kink, alcohol.

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You hated him. God did you hate him. Jake Seresin was too cocky for his own good. Thought he was God’s gift to not only the navy but to the universe. Everytime you were near each other the bickering started. Sometimes you thought about avoiding him all together, but when you worked at the Hard Deck and you were friends with all the aviators in the Dagger Squad avoiding him was nearly impossible. So you two just bickered until one of you had enough, or your friends got tired of it. You often felt bad for constantly putting them in the middle of your squabbles with him and you wished you didn’t always fight with him, but that smug smirk and arrogant tone always had you at the ready. Jake Seresin was a cocky misogynist who was willing to bulldoze anyone that stood in his way to fame. While others tried to knock him down it seemed your jabs were the only one that ever phased him. Which was perhaps one of the reasons you continued to do it. To be the one that finally made him realize just how miserable he made everyone around him. Except for Javy, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Javy had seen a different side of Jake than he let anyone else see.

And yet, for as much as you hated him deep down you knew you wanted him. You wanted to find out if his cockiness was purely compensation or if he actually had reason to be that cocky. You want to feel his hands on your skin, taste him, have him inside of you. An ache started to pool between your legs but the sound of Rooster calling your name brought you out of your daze. 

“You good?” The mustached aviator asked, concern etched in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine just zoned out for a little.” You smiled reassuringly at him and sweet Rooster seemed to take the answer as concrete. You swallowed hard and looked around, hoping no one else noticed but it seemed to only be Rooster. And seemingly no one did.

The night was surprisingly enjoyable, even with you and Jake in each other’s presence and you were just positive the shoe was going to drop at some point. For the sake of your friends you were hoping it stayed that way. Of course, Jake didn’t seem to care so much for the group. Not that you were surprised in the least bit.

The second you returned from the bar with a Tequila Sunrise in hand Seresin just couldn’t help but open his mouth. “Shouldn’t a bartender like something a bit more refined than a Tequila Sunrise? Those drinks are nothing but sugar, you’d have to buy ten of them to get buzzed.” It was a stupid comment to get pissed about, but you were pissed. You tried to keep collected and not fire something back immediately, but he just continued. “Then again not everyone can be one of the boys like Phoenix here.” Jake’s signature smug smirk pulled at his lips to see if Phoenix would have a reaction to his sexist comment. 

“Why the fuck does it matter what I drink? It’s not like you have to drink or pay for it.” Your eyes rolled hard and you adjusted your legs as you sat on the stool. “If I was drinking whiskey you’d tell me I need to be a little more feminine.”

The part of you that wanted Jake hoped that he didn’t actually think these things about women. That he only said them to get a rise out of people, but the other part of you felt like you knew better. You knew that Jake believed this was still a man’s world and a woman’s place in it was the kitchen.

“You know what, you’re right. Maybe Phoenix can take some lessons on how to be more ladylike. You know, after she doesn’t get picked for this mission.” Any sexual feelings you’d had towards him had flown out the window. 

“Get fucking bent Bagman.” You grabbed the end of the pool stick Rooster was holding and shoved it, the cue landing harshly against Jake’s abdomen. The pilot bent over with a grunt but you didn’t stick around. You needed a moment away from him before you did something harsher to the man. 

The bathroom was only a few angry strides away but it felt like a mile walk. When the door finally shut you let out an aggravated groan. Your hands slamming down on the sink as you finally tried to let out all the frustration you were feeling. 

No one had ever gotten under your skin the way he did and you kind of hated yourself for letting him get to you. Normally you prided yourself of having thicker skin, you had to when you worked in a bar, especially a military bar. Some of the bullshit you heard spewed in here was downright despicable. It was part of the reason Penny made the rules. But Jake, god he was just so good at pissing you off. Sometimes the fact that he even existed pissed you off.

You had finally just started to calm down when the door to the bathroom shoved open. At first you thought it was Natasha or maybe even Penny coming to check on you, but then you heard his voice and your frustration just soared.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Your eyes were both wide and  angry at the same as you turned around to face Jake, your back now against the sink. 

“What’s my problem? What fuck is your problem? You’re the one that always has some stupid shit to say!” You reached over to grab the door handle and get out of this situation but his hand swatted yours off the door knob and then locked it. “What the fuck? You can’t just lock me in here you dick weed!” You reached for the door but he swatted your hand away again.

“No, we’re not leaving this bathroom until we talk this shit out.” Despite what he was sure you wanted to believe, Jake actually cared about his friends and he did care about you. He just couldn’t help pissing you off. As pissed off as he got in return it was cute the way your nose scrunched up whenever he said something particularly despicable. And he admired the way you stood up for not only yourself but those you cared about. He wondered if you two actually got along if you’d stand up for him the same way. 

You tried to shove him out of the way but he didn’t budge. Instead he picked you up by your hips and plopped you on the sink. His palms came up to rest on the wall on either side of the mirror, caging you in. “Let me out! There’s nothing to talk about, you're an ass and we hate eac-” your anger was cut off when his lips pressed against yours and as much as you wanted to pull away your body wouldn’t let you. 

A soft whine pushed through your lips and your hand came up, clutching his khaki top in your fist. Jake had fully expected for you to hit him and shove him away, but then he felt you melt into him and he realized that maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you led on to believe.

His mouth moved from your lips to kiss and nibble along your jawline. Your hands moved to push against his chest, but instead of pushing they just rested there. “Jake…” you whined and he finally pulled away. His pupils were large, filled with lust as he stared back at you.

“Tell me you don’t want this and we’ll go back to arguing.” He was breathless as he spoke, but he went right back to kissing your skin, nipping hard enough to leave marks. “Tell me, Y/N.” A strangled moan left your lips when he spread your legs with his knee and brushed it against your core. His hand came up and gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Come on pretty girl, tell me what you want.” His tone was dominant and this was the first time you weren’t going to challenge him.

“I want it.” You whispered. Almost all logical thoughts were gone from your mind, but there were still a couple in there. Still trying to get you to realize just what you were doing, but you knew what you were doing. Jake didn’t hesitate, his fingers softly caressed up your thighs, agonizingly slow and you bucked your hips in a desperate attempt to feel more.

Jake let out a breathy chuckle, his fingers finally coming into contact with your soaked panties. “Look at you,” he murmured, grazing his teeth along the side of your neck. The sensation sent shocks down your spine and made your cunt clench around nothing. “That slutty cunt of yours is wet for me already.” He pulled his hand away and you let out another desperate whine as he tugged the top of your dress down. Your nipples were already pebbled, putting the gold bars through them even further on display. Jake leaned his head down, his tongue flicked out against one of the pebbles and you moaned out. His lips wrapped around, sucking the body part in and your head fell back as another moan burst through.

Jake’s hand pushed back under your skirt and he pushed your panties to the side. His index finger ran up your slit, collecting some of your slick. You whimpered, the hand you were gripping the back of his neck with gripping harder. The digits circled your clit a few times before dipping back down and slipping in your hole, finally giving it something to clench around. Hangman let out a groan as he felt your cunt squeeze his finger. Slowly he started to pump the finger in and out and you couldn’t believe how good a singular digit felt. 

“Jake please,” you whined. “Need more.” Your hand came down and worked to undo his khaki pants.

“Hold on princess, you’ll get it when you deserve it.” Jake pushed a second finger in you, curling the digits to hit the spongy spot inside of you just right. The action had you crying out and you fell further back against the mirror. His thumb came to rub pressurized circles on your clit. Before you could realize what was happening your vision was going hazy. “That’s it, be a good girl and cum on my fingers so daddy can give you his cock.” His breath was hot against your ear and it was the tipping point that sent you spiraling into your first orgasm.

Jake didn’t give you a chance to breathe before he was bending you over the sink and ripping your panties off. He jerked his cock a few times before bottoming out inside of you. “Fuck princess, your pussy was fucking made for me.” A harsh slap landed on your cheek and you were sure there would be a handprint left. 

All those times your mind wandered to what it would feel like to be fucked by Jake didn’t compare to this. It was better than you were sure you’d admit later, but god you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you fucked him. He was bigger than what you were used to, but fuck did he stretch you in the most delicious of ways. And he was right, your cunt molded around his cock like you’d been made for each other. The tip of him brushing against your walls in the exact way you needed him to. Each blow pulling the most pornstar-like moans out of your throat.

His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you back so you were pressed flush against him. “Open your eyes pretty girl, I want you to see how pretty you look all fucked out.” It was a demand and even though it took you a second you did open your eyes. “Good girl,” he purred and the sound went straight to your pussy. Your sex clenching around him and drawing a delicious moan out of him. “Who knew it only took daddy’s cock in that needy pussy to shut you up.”

Jake let go of your hip with his other hand and brought it down to slap against your clit, causing you to cry out his name. “Daddy…so-agh! I’m gonna cum…let me cum please.” Your head thrashed around his shoulder.

“Do it, let go princess, cum on daddy’s cock.” Jake squeezed your neck a bit harder and pinched your clit. His cock brushed against your sweet spot and sent you over the edge. You were seeing stars while you cried out his name like you were repeating a prayer. Jake followed shortly after, biting down on your shoulder as he spilled into you. His thrusts slowed down but he didn’t pull out right away. 

Jake was nice enough to help you pull your dress back up, but the panties were of no use anymore. 

“Still hate me?” He grinned cheekily at you.

You licked your lips with a smirk. “You? Yes. Daddy? No.”

#hangman top gun #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman smut #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin smut #top gun maverick

[sapshorelines]

PARTY TIME | LUCAS x M!reader

REQUESTED BY @lovekaikim (Tumblr was being wonky and it wouldnt let me reply to the inbox, sorry about that)

You have recently debuted in SM entertainment and Lucas was pretty much hyped for your debut. So he decides to be the best bro and throw a party for you.

(Platonic relationship, general fluff/crack, mentions of alcohol, kinda OOC,) (Not proof read | 1.2k words)

AUTHORS NOTE: Yes I can indeed write for Lucas! I am still going to add more stuff that I can write of. But yes, I am fine with writing Lucas!

!! NOTE !! None of my works represent any IRL people. These works are purely meant for entertainment purpose and shouldn't be taken seriously. Do not steal any of my works and reupload them to other medias

MINORS DNI

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Today was finally the day. You were pretty much hyped for your debut as well as those who helped your works. Everything was on schedule and ready to be released.

You're currently in your dorm room on your laptop looking at the screen so intensely, waiting till the clock strikes the next hour. You sat there ass your leg starts to bounce in anxiety, you've come all this way to finally shine and show the world what you can do.

You must've blanked out for a few minutes in your own world of thoughts, because once you've regain reality back, the MV had been posted. Of course you've filmed a reaction of the final product before hand, which that will be released in a few days. But you mainly want to see what your fan's will say about this.

You smile in excitement as you would click on the video to watch the MV, you pretty much have a big ego at the moment. Who wouldn't?

As you were watching the MV, the people who are in charge of posting things to any socials are already posting your other works to other platforms to share.

Once you've finished watching the MV again, you decided to wait a bit before reading any feedback and such from fans. You closed the laptop and decided to make your way to the balcony of your dorm…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The three knocks at the door scared the ever living shit out of you. You recognize those knocks, 'What could he possibly want?' you thought as you let out a small chuckle as you make your way to the front door of your dorm.

You then open the door to see Lucas, pretty much your best bro, both of your trained together as he was in NCT. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, but you can tell he was out of breath, he probably ran over here.

"M/n, your music video… ITS SO GOOD!" He says as he brings you into a hug. You gotta admit, his hugs were amazing but sometimes he just hugs a bit to tight.

"You like it?" You chuckle sarcastically a you embrace the hug back.

"Yeah! It was amazing man!" You can probably tell he's already your number one fan.

You smile as you back away from his hug, "Well I am glad you like it."

"Say, do you wanna throw a party?" He suggested to you. You thought for a second, you never had any ideas of a party or anything. Lets say parties weren't a thing for you but you can at least tolerate them.

"Uhm, I guess? I wasn't planning on having a big one." You say awkwardly to him. He knows that you weren't a big fan of parties, but this is big news for you!

"It doesn't need to be a whole lot of people, It can just be me and you."

"You're not wrong." You agreed to his suggestion.

"Alright! Come to my dorm later today, we can throw a party there!"

"Sure thing." You smiled. "Well then, I best get ready to get things ready, I'll see you later bro!" He says as he gives you a head pat and runs off.

Hours passed and you were reading feedback from fans, most if not all were positive and everyone pretty much liked it. Of course there was the haters but that didn't really phase you too much, you shouldn't let a few comments let your day down.

You were sitting on your couch as you were on your laptop. Then, your phone dinged, you got a notification from Lucas. Looks like he was done with setting up for a party.

[LUCAS] [party is done dude!! come on over to my dorm!!]

You smile a bit as you closed your laptop and grabbed your necessary thing you needed. Of course you brushed your hair and all so you don't look like a producer who's been locked up in a studio for four days.

You then made your way to Lucas's dorm, it was a bit of a walk but you soon arrive, knocking on the door. You waited a few seconds for the door to open, which it was soon open by Lucas of course.

"M/n! You came!" He smiles, he then grabs your arm and drags you into his dorm. You took a moment to take in everything.

The place was decorated with your typical things you'd see at a birthday party, but this was just a debut party. But look! He also invited a few other idols over to celebrate that you also are friends with! (It can be anyone within SM!)

They greeted you and congratulated you for your debut. They were also liking the debut as well! The place was also filled with food and drinks, looks like Lucas really wants to celebrate your debut.

"You sure you're ok with us destroying the place?" You chuckled, "Yeah, Its not a big deal." He smiles. "Now, are we ready to celebrate?" He says to all of the people within the room, and everyone was ready.

As the hours passed within the party, everyone who was there had a blast. Everyone was pretty much agreed on doing different drinking games as well as eating food that was cooked by Lucas.

One of the games was a dance off and if you lose, you had to take a shot. The group danced to various songs in chaotic manners, sometimes freestyling it.

After hours of chaotic drinking games, the other idols left to head back to their dorms. Leaving just you and Lucas.

Both of you are drunk off your asses and decided to play one more game, rock paper scissors.

"You'll lose."

"Nuh uh." You say.

"Fuck do you mean 'nuh uh'?"

Both of you started to giggle, then saying rock paper scissors…

Lucas wins.

"Fuck!" You yelled, then filling up a shot glass as Lucas was laughing like a goof ball. You then take a shot, you're pretty much wasted at this point.

You both went on for a few more rounds, Lucas ended up winning. "M/nnnn~, I'm getting tireddd.." Lucas says, you can tell this man is drunk as well too.

"Sameee…" You pretty much agree to him as you collapsed on the couch, starting to feel sleepy as hell.

You started to drift asleep, but as you were you can feel Lucas putting a Pillow under your head and a blanket over you. "Goodnight M/n~…" he says as he gives you a drunk smooch on your forehead and pats you on the head.

Lucas would end up sleeping on the other couch because he was so wasted. Looks like both of you are gonna be going though the worst hangovers in the morning as well as a mess to clean up.

--- F I N ---

BONUS

Your eyes fluttered open as you were hit with the blinding lights of the sun. But before you can do anything you were hit with the most painful headache ever. You looked around and see that you were still in Lucas's dorm, having no memory of what happen last night. But you do remember a party happening.

You reached out for your phone and saw a bunch of notifications from the other idols that were there and they sent a bunch of videos and photos of the party. "bruh…"

Lets say things were wild as fuck last night.

I hope you've enjoyed my first ever fic! I am also to critique's so feel free to leave any suggestions on how I can improve!

#SAPs fanfics #kpop x male reader #kpop fanfic #x male reader #wayv #nct #wayv x male reader #nct x male reader #lucas #lucas x male reader #platonic

[fukanouna]

request: coming home for christmas (you are my home)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 1390

A/N: based on this request HERE :) Happy holidays everyone!

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"You got everything, Nat?"

With a low grunt, Natasha hoisted her backpack onto her shoulders, trying not to wince in pain. "I'm good, Hill."

Maria watched as Natasha subconsciously grasped her left side. She knew the Russian sustained a severe injury on her latest mission, but her friend refused to tell her how serious it was, like always. "You should get that checked." The SHIELD agent received a dismissive noise from the redhead.

"I will. It can wait," Natasha responded brusquely while waiting for the Quinjet's ramp to extend out onto the landing pad.

"It can," Maria agreed. "All I ask is that you don't wait too long." She knew why Natasha was impatient and understood why. It genuinely warmed her heart knowing that Natasha was finally embracing her feelings. "Say hi to Wanda for me."

Natasha flipped her off, to which Maria simply smirked. Eventually, the spy's features relaxed and smiled at her fellow agent.

"Merry Christmas, Maria."

"Merry Christmas, Nat. Now hurry up and leave so I can close the jet before I freeze my ass off."

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When Natasha entered the compound, she wasn't surprised when Vision phased and descended down from the ceiling. She heard the compound was attacked while she was away, but fortunately no one was hurt and only structures were damaged. Vision volunteered to patrol the area during the nights with FRIDAY to ensure everyone's safety.

"Agent Romanoff, welcome back," Vision greeted politely.

"Thank you, Vision," she returned the sentiment with a smile. "Glad to see you're doing good."

"We have all missed your presence in the compound, especially Miss Maximoff.

Natasha swallowed thickly, feeling her heart tightened at the mention of Wanda.

"Where is she?"

"She in the communal area. The space is beautifully decorated with festive ornaments and lights with a large Christmas and lit menorah set on a spacious table. Miss Maximoff put great effort in decorating, believing you'd love the sight once you've returned. However, last time I patrolled that area of the compound, I believe she had dozed off by the tree."

"I see." Natasha cleared her throat in a poor attempt to hide the emotion welling up in her throat. She wondered how long Wanda was waiting for her when there was no indication of Natasha even returning home tonight on Christmas Eve. It just so happened Natasha returned to the Avengers Compound in time for Christmas. She didn't want to keep the young brunette waiting any longer. "I'll go check on her." The spy flinched when she noticed the synthezoid's piercing blue eyes on her and already anticipated what he was about to say.

"You are injured," Vision noted quietly after a surface level scan. "You have a laceration dealt to your left lumbar region."

"I put on a fresh bandage and antibiotics before Maria dropped me off. I'll be fine," she insisted stubbornly.

To the Russian's surprise, she could see a sort of understanding expression coming from the sentient robot. "Of course. I understand that seeing Miss Maximoff is of great importance to you. I shall take my leave and resume my patrol route," Vision said with a dip of his head.

Natasha waved Vision goodbye as he phased beneath the floor, leaving her alone with her thoughts as she made her way to the communal area. Even before entering the room, she saw the soft glow of the fluorescent holiday lights hung across the walls and ceilings. Red, green, gold, and silvery white overloaded her senses in a pleasant way that reminded her of her childhood wishes to have a proper Christmas like other families in her Ohio neighborhood.

Wanda was fast asleep on one of the Lawson chairs positioned near the tree, legs curled up and wrapped in a scarlet red fleece blanket. She had reindeer antlers on, and the simple sight made Natasha smile as warmth bloomed in her chest. Carefully, Natasha knelt down in front of the sleeping Sokovian and rested a hand on her leg, gently shaking her awake.

"Wanda?" She whispered the name softly over and over until Wanda's eyes began to flutter open. It took the young woman several moments after waking up to realize who was in front of her, and when her vision finally focused and could clearly see Natasha, it wasn't long until tears brimmed her eyes.

"Natasha…?" Wanda whispered, voice thick with emotion.

"It's me," Natasha affirmed gently.

Wanda's bottom lip trembled, and she couldn't help but launch herself at the older woman, accidently knocking Natasha onto her back but into an embrace. The hug didn't last long when Wanda heard Natasha hiss in pain in her ear, immediately pulling back to sit up with worry swirling in her ocean-colored eyes. Though she winced in pain, Natasha chased after Wanda and sat up with her, taking the brunette's hands into hers. "I'm fine." She tried to reassure Wanda with a smile. "My left side is sore, but it shouldn't be infected." Natasha felt her entire body melt when Wanda cupped her face, sighing softly when her thumbs brushed against her cheekbones.

"You're really here… I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Natasha let out a throaty chuckle, bringing Wanda closer so that she was situated on her lap. She wrapped her arms around the younger woman's waist and smirked when Wanda placed her arms around her neck in response. "Definitely not a dream."

"Prove it," Wanda challenged, leaning downward.

Natasha didn't have to be told what Wanda wanted, far too eager to capture the Sokovian's lips in a kiss after being separated for two months. Wanda sighed into another kiss and Natasha took the opportunity to dart her tongue forward, the brunette already granting her access to explore her mouth and deepen the kiss. Normally, this sort of compromising position and Wanda's lips on hers was enough to ignite a fire that burned between her legs, but the soft sight of Wanda in reindeer antlers, an oversized knitted red sweater with a snowman design stitched on the front, and the festive atmosphere surrounding them was more than enough to quell any primal urges. Natasha was simply happy to be back to spend the holidays with her girl.

Once they were temporarily satiated, they moved onto the couch for better comfort for the sake of Natasha's injury. Wanda was huddled happily against the redhead with her head on the latter's shoulder while Natasha had her arm around the younger. Noticing that it was almost midnight, Natasha dug through her backpack to hand over a small box with a tiny bow on top.

"A present for you," Natasha said. "It's not much but… I hope you like it."

Wanda straightened herself and gingerly untied the boy before pulling off the box lid. She let out a soft gasp when she saw the contents of the box: a sterling silver ring attached to a chain with words engraved on the surface:

Ты моё сча́стье

You are my happiness

Natasha watched as pure happiness crossed Wanda's face, but seconds later, her smile faded into a frown and her eyes fell sad, which worried her. The spy wondered if she was coming off too strong with the ring's message, that maybe she was unintentionally burdening Wanda with her emotions. She had no idea how to interpret the sudden shift in Wanda's expressions.

"Natasha, this is beautiful. I love it so much. Now I feel terrible because all I got you was a matching ugly Christmas sweater…" Wanda mumbled despondently, genuinely upset at herself.

A big sigh of relief escaped Natasha and was unable to stop herself from laughing, more at herself for being ridiculous at doubting Wanda's feelings for her. "You wanted us to match," Natasha noted.

"I do," Wanda admitted with a pout. "Please say you'll wear my sweater."

Natasha immediately tugged the sweater over her tactical suit once Wanda gave her the wrapped sweater. Once she was comfy in the knitted garment, Natasha helped clasp the ring around Wanda's neck.

The moment the clock struck midnight, Wanda used her powers to whip up two hot mugs of hot chocolate from the comfort of the couch. Natasha wrapped the fleece blanket around her and Wanda, and together, they talked into the night with their hot chocolates in hand, making up for lost time and spending their first Christmas together.

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A/N: Sorry if the Russian is incorrect. I googled it. Thank you for reading! :)

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #scarletwidow #request

[jaybear1701]

Concentration

Happy Birthday to my buddy @haughtbreaker!!! I haven’t written fic in a million years but here’s a little Avatrice drabble that I hope will bring a small smile. :)

Ava couldn’t believe how much trouble she’s having keeping up with Camilla, of all nuns, as they exchanged blows and parries.

I’m the halo bearer, for Reya’s sake! Ava thought as she blocked, ducked, and dodged a flurry of attacks from Camilla, somersaulting forward just in time to avoid a sidekick that would have knocked the wind out of Ava.

Ava had intended to pull punches and go easy on Camilla, who in the past relied almost solely on long-range weapons. In Ava’s absence, however, the former rookie had begun training in hand-to-hand combat to add to her arsenal. 

To Ava’s surprise, Camilla actually managed to keep her on her toes, scoring several hits that, despite their gloves and padding, would surely leave bruises on anyone who didn’t have a magical halo embedded in their back.

It’s clear Beatrice had taught Camilla well–the two warrior sisters still trained together even after Beatrice left the Order of the Cruciform Sword. 

Ava’s chest contracted at the thought of Beatrice, who had disappeared by the time Ava awoke that morning, leaving nothing behind but a ghost of a kiss and a promise to see Ava later. 

That, and her taste in my mouth, Ava thought, flushing from the memory of another night of lovemaking. After years on the Other Side, with Beatrice taking up all of Ava’s waking thoughts and dreams, Ava still couldn’t believe they were finally together again. She finally felt whole again.

With Ava’s mind preoccupied, another strike from Camilla grazed dangerously close to Ava’s face. Her attention immediately snapped back to her young opponent, knowing she’d never live it down if Camilla actually beat her. As tempted as she was to use her phase shift abilities to gain the upper hand, Ava knew she would never hear the end of it from the others, especially Mary, who Ava had found and brought back from the other realm.

Ava gritted her teeth and rushed at Camilla, using (some of) her supernatural speed and strength to maneuver past Camilla’s next barrage. Crouching, Ava swept her leg in a wide arc, striking Camilla behind the knees and sending her crashing onto her back. But she wasn’t prepared for Camila’s counterkick to the side of her head, which made Ava see stars. Ava rolled to her left and got herself upright once again, while Camilla scrambled to her feet.

Camilla was breathing heavily as she raised her fists once again. “Nice try, Ava, but I won’t go down that easy!”

Ava smirked. “Give it your best shot.”

Camilla nodded and unleashed a furious combo of kicks and punches in rapid succession. Ava (barely) managed to block them, preparing for a counter offensive that would hopefully end their spar with one last solid hit.

But movement at the edge of her vision caught Ava’s attention, and she made the mistake of glancing over. 

Mary stood at the corner of the mat, arms crossed, looking far too amused. And next to her, achingly gorgeous as ever, was Beatrice.

Ava’s breath caught in her throat and, in less than a split-second, the match was over.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze, not even remembering the blow from Camilla’s roundhouse kick. Eventually, three pairs of eyes hovered above her – two concerned and one annoyingly crinkled in laughter that Ava groaned.

“Are you all right, Ava?” Camilla asked, wincing as Ava sat up with a groan, no worse for wear except for her highly damaged ego.

“I’m fine.” Ava shook her head to clear the ringing from her ears, letting Camilla and Beatrice help pull her to her feet. “You did good, kid.” She lightly punched Camilla on the shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” And Ava meant it despite her embarrassment.

“Of course she did,” Beatrice said, unable to keep the pride and amusement from her voice. 

Camilla beamed while Mary gave her fist-bump before shaking her head at Ava.

“You let yourself get distracted,” Mary pointed out.

“I wasn’t distracted,” Ava denied.

“Uh huh.”

“I wasn’t!” Ava dusted herself off and shot over a dark look to cover up her humiliation. 

But Mary rolled her eyes and turned to leave with Camilla in tow. “Sure, you keep telling yourself that, Halo Bearer,” she threw over her shoulder.

“I should have left her on the other side,” Ava muttered as she unstrapped her sparring gloves.

“She’s right, you know,” Beatrice said softly. “You have to concentrate.” 

“I do.”

Beatrice lifted one eyebrow.

“Usually.” Ava tucked her gloves beneath her arms. “It’s your fault.”

“Mine?”

“Yes! Do you have to stand there with your… your face!”

Beatrice laughed then, interlacing their fingers together. “You’re going to have a difficult time defeating the forces of darkness if my face is all it takes to bring down the mighty Warrior Nun.”

Warmth coursed through Ava as Beatrice caressed her palm with her thumb. She looked down at their joined hands–the same hands that had lovingly explored every inch of each other just last night. A flush spread across Ava’s cheeks as she pulled Beatrice closer.

“I missed you this morning.” Ava gently traced a finger along the curve of Beatrice’s cheek. 

Beatrice shivered at the caress.“Mary and I had an early meeting with Mother Superion. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I am grateful for that.” Ava took in a shaky breath as Beatrice rested her forehead against hers.

“I have something that will help.” Beatrice’s brown eyes were warm and inviting. 

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm.” Beatrice leaned forward and Ava closed her eyes in anticipation, heart beat increasing in tempo against her ribs.

Whump! 

For a second time that day, Ava found herself flat on her back, caught off guard from Beatrice’s surprise takedown. Beatrice straddled her hips, an almost smug smile on her face as she pushed down on Ava’s shoulders, trapping her in place.

“This is supposed to help?” Ava asked, incredulous.

“We have to work on your little concentration problem.”

“I dunno.” Ava’s hands slid up to Beatrice’s waist. “I kinda like being distracted.”

Beatrice grabbed Ava’s wrists and pinned them above Ava’s head. “If you’re good, and I’m… satisfied… with your performance.” She licked her lips. “I’ll reward you later.”

Ava did like the sound of that. “With?” She tilted her face up and brushed the tip of her nose against Beatrice’s. 

“Anything you want,” Beatrice murmured, breath hitching.

Ava grinned and phased out, delighting in Beatrice’s startled yelp as Ava reappeared and settled on top of her. “Now who’s distracted.”

Beatrice couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Do we have a deal or not?”

“Deal,” Ava said, finally bringing their lips together.

#avatrice #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #small cameos by mary and camilla

[bmodiwrites]

No One Does It Better

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: I saw this post the other day & couldn't get the idea out of my head. Here's a porny little thing that came about. Thanks for the inspo @stevethehairington! Word Count: ~6.4k Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case? Other than that, it’s pretty tame! Summary:

Eddie Munson stumbles into the Hawkins High School pool by complete accident. He's on the run from Jason Carver and needs a place to hide, so he ducks into the PE building seeking refuge. There he accidentally walks into his newest obsession - Steve Harrington swimming. Read to see what happens when a cancelled swim meet turns into a little something more.

Or - a sorry excuse for Eddie thirsting over swimmer Steve!

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Eddie’s first foray into the Hawkins High swimming pool was by complete accident. He’d been minding his own business in the library planning out the next phase in his Hellfire campaign when Jason Carver decided to ruin Eddie’s day. The asshole jock made it his job to torment Eddie whenever the desire struck (which happened quite a bit). Between physical violence and verbal taunts about all of Eddie’s loser qualities, Jason and his goons covered the entire gambit of bully cliches.

As a person often ridiculed and beaten, Eddie had a few tricks up his sleeve, too. He got a leg up on the group chasing him through the deserted campus by stuffing his thin body into the space between the science and PE buildings. He held his breath in hopes of being entirely invisible. Over the years, Eddie found that staying thin and fast helped keep him from sporting black and blue bruises as common accessories.

He waited for all the knuckle head jocks to pass him before sucking in oxygen and stepping out of his narrow hiding space. Despite the brief respite Eddie afforded himself, he was a trapped animal now that he’d given Jason the higher ground. He couldn’t run forward or turn back, not without being caught or corralled into a corner. The only option stood before him. With nowhere else to go that wouldn’t put him into the direct line of his hunters, Eddie swallowed his distaste and quietly walked into the PE building.

Which, of course, was lively with people slowly flooding through the double doors leading into the pool. Eddie couldn’t decide if luck was with him or his timing was just that good; blending in with a big crowd was the best way to wait out the goons chasing him without having to break much of a sweat or think too hard. He happily followed the crowd into the muggy pool where the Hawkins and Bayside swimming teams were warming up.

Finding a spot in the upper corner of the bleachers, Eddie settled in to enjoy the smell of chlorine and his little victory. It was nice to be able to go another day without having his shit rocked by some narrow minded jock. Never mind the fact that he was now trapped in a completely different way, still surrounded by arrogant athletes parading around in tiny bathing suits. And wasn’t that something –

Eddie tried not to pay attention to much of the action in the water and probably would’ve succeeded if it weren’t for the loud burst of gossip that drew his attention. The girls in front of him had been quiet since he sat down, so their sudden change in pace was noticeable. Eddie looked up to see what might’ve caught their attention and immediately understood. Steve Harrington, handsome senior, captain of the swimming team, was finally on the floor getting ready for a race. The sudden spike in excitement made complete sense.

Any hopes of continuing to ignore his surroundings was shot to shit – despite knowing how unlikely of a thing it was, Eddie harbored a lame school boy crush on the jock currently running long fingers through coveted hair. Like most of the surrounding female students, Eddie appreciated Steve’s fine looks and fair skin, his boyish charm and haughty charisma. It’d been the shock of a lifetime when Steve Harrington ushered in Eddie’s gay awakening his sophomore year. The freshman wearing shit from the Gap looking bright and untouched shouldn’t have tugged on his heart the way that it did. Eddie, however, hadn’t been able to escape beautiful charm and the promise of an actual personality hidden under popular bravado.

Never mind the fact that Steve had grown so gloriously into a fit, all too handsome soon to be man Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off. Looks and personality to boot was the ultimate cocktail Eddie had the misfortune of downing day after day.

For the most part, Eddie had his colossal mistake of a crush under control. Steve made that easy by being friends with some of the biggest tools in school. Though, that must’ve changed because Steve hadn’t shared Tommy’s lunch table one time since the beginning of the year (not that Eddie was paying that close of attention, or anything). Regardless, Eddie’s freak status did wonders for the reputation – no one wanted to be affiliated with the school’s biggest weirdo. Not even a reformed Steve Harrington.

Try as he might, Eddie was always unfortunately thrown back into the madness of his unruly feelings somehow. It’d been happening off and on for four years, regardless of the fact that Eddie did his best to ignore the boy completely. Steve was an enigma that mindlessly drew in Eddie’s attention. Especially when he was slowly peeling off dark green sweats so that only a small speedo remained. Eddie was only human, after all.

Attempting not to drool while he did it, Eddie watched Steve step out of pants that did wonders for Steve’s already long legs. The hunter green of Hawkins’ colors looked great against the newly revealed canvas of bare skin. For a moment, Eddie wondered why the boy didn’t wear more of the color. Though that thought quickly came to a halt when the zip up jacket followed those pants to the floor. Without the barrier of soft fabric, Steve’s chest glistened in the fluorescent light above him and reflecting off the still pool. His pecs were hairless and strong, pulsing and pulling with every cross body arm swing Steve did to loosen up. The picture Harrington made as a whole should’ve been indecent for such a public setting.

Which meant that Eddie was further taken by surprise when Steve took his mark with the rest of the swimmers in his heat. It was fascinating to see Steve bend in half with a flexibility that shouldn’t have been possible in someone so tall and well built. In the position Steve was in, Eddie got the chance to map out a muscular back and strong glutes before those muscles were flexing as the whistle blew and Steve dove into the water.

Eddie hadn’t ever been a fan of swimming. The whole thing was a nuisance that got his hair wet and usually resulted in one too many times getting pushed in the pool. His entire attitude changed when he took in Steve’s streamline body moving flawlessly through the water. And though Eddie knew he’d never be all that fond of being in the water himself, he suddenly understood why so many admirers were taking up space in the muggy PE building, squinting in hopes of seeing just a flash of bare skin. Wet bodies gliding through the water was a beautiful thing already, yet Steve Harrington took it to a whole new level.

So, what began as a way to escape quickly turned into a slightly undignified obsession.

It wasn’t hard to find the swim team’s meet schedule when the desire to see more and be gluttonous became too overwhelming. As it turned out, the good administrators of Hawkins High actually wanted the student body to attend sporting events and went out of their way to advertise and promote them. All Eddie had to do was get his hands on a copy of the school newspaper and suddenly, his schedule was a lot more full.

He tried to be cool about it. Eddie waited until the meet had already started to walk through the door and when Steve wasn’t swimming, Eddie focused on his campaign notes or character doodles. It became so second nature to listen for Steve’s specific events that Eddie didn’t need to peek over people’s shoulders to see the heat schedules – they were engrained in his brain like the hypnotic swing of Steve’s big muscle warm up. Eddie was ashamed to admit that he’d memorized every shift and sway of Steve’s body before he dove into the water. It started out as purely carnal fascination that quickly turned into mechanical appreciation. While Steve was beautiful in every sense of the word, Eddie now knew him to be talented and well skilled, too.

Eddie wasn’t sure when his attention shifted into something more than attraction but he tried not to think about it. The same way he did his best to ignore the pride he felt when Steve clocked in the best time or the weird desire that bubbled up in him to cheer (and do it loudly) each time they announced Steve’s name in any capacity. If Eddie didn’t think about it he didn’t have to acknowledge the fact that the little bit of control he always kept on his feelings was broken to bits he stomped all over, leaving a volatile crush out in the open where growing and blossoming was the only real option. He made a fatal mistake, allowing himself to become attached to anything to do with Steve Harrington, a boy who had never and would never even know who Eddie was.

Which wasn’t all that true, Eddie came to find out a few weeks later. Like usual, he stumbled into the PE building a good half an hour after the meet started, only to find the bleachers empty and the water’s surface smooth. He stood there confused for a second, wracking his brain to remember the schedule when a voice broke through his concentration. Not just any voice either –

Steve Harrington was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in the water when Eddie eventually saw him. He looked up just in time to hear Steve say “the meet was cancelled – Northway had a sudden run in with food poisoning.”

So dumbfounded by the fact that Steve Harrington was talking to him, Eddie didn’t notice his own legs carrying him towards the edge of the pool – at least not until he was closer to the other boy than he’d ever been before. Eddie was about to back away embarrassed when Steve continuing to talk caused him to freeze. “I’ve seen you at the last couple of meets, you know. You’re hard to miss when you come running in so late. It’s funny, you don’t take me for much of a swim fan.”

Eddie’s face flushed a dangerous red color as the words sunk in; his little routine hadn’t been nearly as stealth as Eddie first figured. Sucking in an unneeded breath, Eddie struggled to find words that excused his behavior but all that came out was – “I’m not.”

Before he could snatch them back, Steve had already processed Eddie’s idiotic words, pulling the truth from them with ease. A smile slipped across plump lips, putting Eddie on edge. It was hard to decide whether the look meant good, promising things, or bad, end in a beating things. Steve’s next question wasn’t all that helpful, either. “You’re just coming for the view then?”

Genuinely stuck between a rock and a hard place, Eddie thought fast, leaning into the mindlessly flirty vibe his lack of filter brought about. “You could say that.” He accompanied the statement with a smirk, though the gesture was unneeded. Steve’s eyes widened because Eddie had done it, he’d hit one of Steve’s battleships.

Things moved very fast from there. Eddie was suddenly within breathing distance of Steve Harrington, who looked somewhat manic as he stood up and stepped into Eddie’s space. He watched as Steve looked him over with slowly tracking eyes, only to settle his stare on Eddie’s lips. The look was almost as unexpected as the kiss that followed. It was wordless and wonderful and out of nowhere. Rationality should’ve been ringing all sorts of warning bells at the back of Eddie’s head but Steve’s lips were warm and insistent and so much more interesting than grounding thoughts and responsible decisions.

Eddie had no idea how they managed it but they were suddenly in the smelly locker room, bursting through the door like life depended on it. Between shuffles and bumps into benches and huffs of laughter, Eddie’s back was against a bathroom stall wall when reality set in again. His head was light from nipping kisses and wandering hands and the sheer absurdity of the situation, seeing Steve hit his knees was just shy of too much. The last thing Eddie wanted to do was pass out seconds before Steve Harrington’s hand wrapped around his needy cock.

There wasn’t enough time to process the fact that Steve had just undone his pants and taken him in hand – no sir, not when his underwear was being pulled to midthigh so Eddie’s cock stood proudly in the chilly air. And definitely not when Steve leaned down and opened his mouth, engulfing the sticky head of Eddie’s cock in wet heat. How Hawkins High’s notorious lady’s man knew how to suck cock was beyond Eddie, though he certainly wasn’t one to turn his nose up at such a gift being bestowed upon him. He watched with wide eyes as Steve sucked him down, as Steve bobbed his head to some unknown rhythm, as Steve fumbled a hand into his own sweats and jerked off in tandem.

If that little delicacy wasn’t enough, Steve wasn’t shy about peeking his eyes up through dark lashes to look back at Eddie, either. It was wanton, every second of Steve’s attention and Eddie had no Earthly idea what it meant or how to handle it. His hands were fisted tightly by his sides while he tried hard not to thrust his hips further forward into Steve’s hungry mouth. Though the other boy seemed to know exactly what he was doing, Eddie was a gentleman even when everything in him was screaming not to be.

Which ended up not being much of a concern, anyway. Steve used his free hand to grip Eddie’s left wrist. Eddie was shocked to have his palm guided to the back of Steve’s head and surprised further when the other glanced up at him earnestly. He had to be in some alternate reality where everything was backwards because Steve Harrington looked like he genuinely wanted Eddie to fist a hand in his hair and let go.

Either way, Eddie didn’t hesitate to follow Steve’s silent order. His fingers slid through thick locks until Eddie had a good hold of that soft hair. He used his grip to yank on the strands, to push Steve’s head down on his cock a little further, to ground him to the moment where a moan and tight heat coupled together to make the most sensual feeling Eddie had ever experienced. It took every ounce of his self-control for Eddie not to cum right then and there. Glancing down to catch Steve’s eyes, Eddie somehow thought the boy on his knees knew that, too – Steve looked much too satisfied for someone with a throat full of cock.

It quickly became too much to keep up with everything at once, so Eddie shut his eyes and enjoyed the tactile sensations overtaking him. Steve’s mouth was hot and eager, moving over Eddie’s length breathlessly. Eddie could feel the brush of Steve’s wrist against his leg each time the boy stroked over his own cock. Between the exhilarating thought that action brought about and the delicate way Steve kept letting the head of Eddie’s cock brush against the back of his throat, it was a wonder that things lasted longer than a minute or two.

Eddie did his best to grip onto Steve’s hair and stay in the moment but want and lust were too much to fight against. The bubble of heat that’d been pooling in his belly since sophomore year gathered up and grew until a particularly dirty suck to the tip of his cock had Eddie shouting out Steve’s name in warning. “Steve, Steve – I’m about to cum.” Eddie tugged on Steve’s hair in a last ditch effort to be polite, but it was no use. Steve doubled down on his effort and yanked Eddie’s orgasm from the very core of him.

He was quick to blink through the aftershocks, more than eager to return the favor. Eddie grabbed onto Steve’s shoulders and hefted him up until they were face to face again. An excited hand drifted down the center of Steve’s chest to help finish him off when a manic chuckle stopped him. “No need for that,” Steve muttered as he dipped his head down to draw attention to the stark wet spot staining those all too familiar green sweats. Eddie huffed out a happy laugh at the sickly sweet reality – Steve Harrington got off on Eddie getting off.

What a fucking world they lived in.

Eddie didn’t realize how far he let his control slip until a handful of weeks later. He was bent over the arm of Steve’s couch when a particularly nice thrust had Steve groaning “oh, Eddie – “ like his life depended on it. It wasn’t until that very moment, where Eddie’s cock throbbed at the simple yet delightful sound of Steve saying his name, that Eddie realized he was well and truly fucked. Not just in the really good sense, either.

That didn’t stop him from leaning into the physical stuff, though. Why should it when Steve carved a place for himself inside of Eddie each time they came together? It started out as a rushed after swim practice thing. Eddie didn’t expect Steve to kiss him hard after that first blow job, nor did he figure Steve would want anything to do with him after the fact. And yet Steve had whispered in his ear about swim practice the next day and that was that. For a week, Eddie and Steve took turns blowing each other in the empty Hawkins High locker rooms after practice. It was predictable and nice, even.

Which meant, of course, that Steve had to go and change the game again when he offered up his place for their little romps. Eddie was so dumbfounded that he didn’t bother to notice that Steve invited him over all the time instead of just after swimming. His after school time went from nerdy library perusal to sweaty sexy-times with Steve Harrington. Every one of Eddie’s wet dreams was coming true – how strong was he really expected to be?

It was hard to keep up with Hellfire and his already slacking school work, but Eddie didn’t care. His lust and arousal and the bubble of want that kept his brain from actually working had complete control of all of Eddie’s actions. The baser urge inside of him said to cling and make the most out of every second.

That was the thing, though – clinging came with the all too familiar concept of misplaced feelings. Or not so misplaced in Eddie’s case. Slipping into the role of Steve’s booty call allowed for Eddie’s crush to not only get bigger but blossom into a full on ‘like-like’ situation made even more difficult by the beautiful truth of Steve Harrington under all his douchey clothes and jock persona. Eddie expected sex and nothing else but Steve never kicked him out or pushed him away. On most occasions, Eddie was the one that chose to do the leaving first. It was naïve to think that the small moments they couldn’t help but share weren’t the ones truly dragging him under, but he tried, anyway.

Yet, when all was said and done, Eddie went ahead and let himself fall so hard for a boy that never acknowledged him outside of the PE building, anyway. Which seemed par for the course because he’d been stupid enough to let said boy in in the first place. Eddie had no idea that allowing Steve to touch him and fill him up and make that space for himself was the worst idea imaginable. Every time Eddie tried to remind himself of that, his cock or Steve’s stupid face got in the way.

It was too late, anyway. By the time that Eddie realized how done in he actually was, there wasn’t any turning back. The routine of physicality was already something both boys were used to and Eddie, always the selfish idiot, had no real will power within himself to stop. Steve touched him too well, kissed him just right. In the end, he couldn’t decide what would feel more like a slow death – stepping away from Steve entirely or letting him tear Eddie apart piece by piece. Despite being an active and integral part of all the madness, Eddie still didn’t know the answer to that question.

In all of his thinking and contemplation, Eddie lost weeks of time. His brain was so wrapped around Steve Harrington that accidentally missing Hellfire Club meetings became a real problem that Eddie had no clue about until an angry Gareth cornered him. “What the fuck is going on, Munson?”

Completely thrown off by the out of nowhere attack, Eddie went into defense mode, pushing Gareth away from him. “I could ask you the same thing, man. What are you doing, cornering a dude in the library?”

The look of madness disappeared from Gareth’s eye as he took Eddie in. His tangible confusion must’ve been enough to soften his friend because the boy’s clapback was nicer than Eddie deserved. “You’ve missed Hellfire three weeks in a row now, Eddie. It’s hard to be a DnD club when our Dungeon Master never shows up.”

A severe blush overtook Eddie’s cheeks then. Until Gareth’s reminder, Eddie hadn’t registered that other things outside of his worrying thoughts and Steve’s dick existed. The choice to miss Hellfire wasn’t done intentionally – Eddie just blanked out and rolled with the wave he’d been swept up in. He hadn’t even taken a second to pick his head up and look around.

Luckily, Gareth was an easy going guy and Eddie had enough charm to talk his way out of most anything. He promised an epic new campaign with two club meetings the following week to smooth things over. At one point, Eddie had been in the middle of planning something epic, so the work was mostly done, anyway. Despite the embarrassment of being called out by a friend, Eddie was happy to finally watch the haze clear from his vision. Being whatever he was to Steve Harrington couldn’t take over his life, Eddie had to make sure he didn’t let it.

Which proved to be easier said than done. Eddie chose to miss one of Steve’s practices in favor of fulfilling his promise to Gareth. He worked hard that entire evening, ignoring the pang of want he felt looking at the clock periodically throughout the evening. It was tough to get things done when all Eddie could think about was Steve and the fun stuff they probably would’ve been doing. He did though, and Eddie was proud to see himself successful on the other side of his self-imposed isolation.

Steve on the other hand, wasn’t.

He caught up to Eddie after lunch the next day. Eddie was shocked to see Steve leaning against his locker for anyone in the hall to see. Up until that point, Eddie wasn’t sure Steve was even conscious of Eddie’s existence outside of their little encounters. There he was, though, parked casually in Eddie’s way. “I missed you yesterday, Munson,” Steve said in greeting. And while the words were said jokingly, Eddie saw those hazel eyes pulse with the truth. It was easy then to wonder – did Eddie actually mean something to Steve?

Letting himself even think that was too much. Eddie brushed the whacky idea away in some desperate attempt to stick to his resolve. “I bet you made it just fine on your own, Harrington. I remember quite a fan club cheering for you every practice.”

The flash of hurt in Steve’s eyes shouldn’t have gutted Eddie the way it did – they were secret fuck buddies and nothing more, emotions shouldn’t even exist in such a game. Without that little caveat, Eddie was certain he would’ve folded under the slight frown overtaking Steve’s lips. Even with a firm grasp on his decision, Eddie still wanted to reach out and smooth the sharp line between Steve’s brows. Staying strong was going to be much harder than Eddie anticipated.

Steve wasn’t easily swayed, though. He moved out of Eddie’s way enough for him to get his locker open, then stepped back into Eddie’s space again. “It’s not like that, Eddie. You’re the one I’m taking home.” Eddie watched Steve’s ears get red as those words dropped from his mouth. He also got to see Steve peak around the edge of the locker to make sure no one else heard them. Regardless of the known social atmosphere involving those who appreciated people of the same sex, Eddie had to admit that the gesture still hurt. At least enough for Eddie to turn away from Steve, slamming the locker in his face.

“You should probably rethink that, too,” Eddie snapped back, tugging the random book he snagged to his chest. “See you, Harrington.”

Eddie tried so hard not to turn around when Steve yelled after him. Staying strong would’ve been the ultimate testament to Eddie’s newfound strength. Steve’s pull on him was weighty and powerful, though – Eddie had no choice but to glance over his shoulder, to see Steve standing there confused and watery eyed. When push came to shove, Eddie would’ve been better off keeping his head down, not seeing that look at all. The sight of a defeated Steve Harrington was way worse than any disappointment Gareth tried to wield in Eddie’s direction.

Still, Eddie forced himself to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving. Never mind the fact that Eddie couldn’t get Steve’s sad eyes out of his head then and for the rest of the day. He did his best to push passed the desire to cave in when Eddie heard about Steve’s poor swim meet performance later that week. Eddie worked hard not to let himself wonder if Steve’s sudden drop off had anything to do with him. If he allowed himself the weakness, Eddie knew the raging want would come creeping back in, would take ahold of him and never, ever let go again. He couldn’t keep his head on straight with Steve around and his heart wanted too much from the situation. It was best for them all if Eddie kept making the hard decision.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t what was best. Eddie didn’t give himself a second to think about that option at all. Not once. At least not until it was none too kindly shoved in his face. Then, Eddie couldn’t ignore it.

The day before the last regular season swim meet, Eddie was surprised to find his locker already open when he got to school. Thankfully, whoever decided to break into his metal cubby hadn’t busted the lock trying to get in. He didn’t have the heart to tell Wayne about another mishap. Still, Eddie was curious as to what was missing when a familiar green sleeve caught his eye. Eddie all but threw his locker door open to see Steve Harrington’s letterman jacket hanging from the metal hook. It wasn’t necessary to turn the jacket around to see the last name, but Eddie did it anyway. He sucked in a large breath and marveled at the sight before him. Anyone that was anyone knew what the giving of a letterman jacket meant. Not even Nancy Wheeler got to sport such a sacred item.

Eddie didn’t dare take the jacket down off the hook or even touch it again for the rest of the day. It served as a reminder of the mental battle Eddie had been fighting since sophomore year. Then, Eddie had no idea what his hopes and dreams would be like. His desire stemmed from rumors and petty vanity. Now, Eddie had moments and orgasms and behind the scene glances that made everything seem a bit more real. When faced with the truth of the situation, Eddie had to look past the idea of protecting himself – after all was said and done, Steve put himself on the line, too. The gift taunting Eddie from his locker said as much. By the end of the day, Eddie still had no idea what it all meant or how he was going to handle the situation. He planned to head home and let the power of a joint help him decide, but something stopped him. Instead of taking his usual route out to the parking lot, Eddie walked past the far side of the PE building like he’d done so many times throughout the last few weeks. Taking a deep breath, Eddie bit into his resolve and went inside.

It only made sense then that Steve was swimming laps in the lane closest to the door. Throughout all the excitement of finally getting to see Steve in the entirety of his glory, Eddie forgot about the simple pleasure of watching the boy move. Where most big headed jocks didn’t actually have the talent to support their ego, Steve had it in spades. After all the mess and drama and deep thinking, it was nice to watch Steve in his element again.

That thought must’ve called to Steve because he came up for air a moment later. He yanked off his swim cap and goggles before squinting Eddie’s way. Despite the line around his eyes and the wild nature of his hair, Eddie couldn’t remember Steve ever looking better.

“Shouldn’t you be taking it easy?” Eddie asked as he walked to the edge of the pool. Steve swam over there too, crossing his arms over the cement so he could rest his chin there.

“Probably. I haven’t been able to get my head right, so I thought a few extra laps might help.” Steve slumped his shoulders in a shrug, trying to play it all off; but Eddie knew better. He spent enough time with Steve to recognize the pinch of his eyebrows and the downward curve of plump lips.

No matter how much Eddie wanted to make their time together strictly about himself, the stricken boy before him took that idea and crumbled it to bits. For the first time, probably since the whole thing started, Eddie stopped counting Steve out. Maybe that was the problem all along – Eddie turned a blind eye to the other participant simply because he could, because it was easier, because Eddie didn’t want to let himself believe that Steve just might want him, too.

Looking at him now, Eddie saw the same strain on Steve’s face he’d been carrying around himself. It was easy to recognize the air of defeat when Eddie stunk like it, too.

“I think I owe you an apology,” Eddie said, blurting out the thought as it crossed his mind. Opening his eyes a little wider earlier would’ve saved them both from the miserable feeling, Eddie recognized that now.

Steve tried to deny it, he spluttered and said “Eddie, no – “ but it was no use. Eddie crouched down so he was closer to Steve and opened his backpack. The letterman that’d been haunting him all day was neatly folded there, looking right and normal amongst DnD reference books and overdue homework.

“I wrote you off, Steve. I thought you were a jock looking to get his rocks off. While I was stupid enough to think like that about myself, I should’ve never lumped you into some mold you don’t even fit.” Eddie glanced down at Steve before continuing. “You gave me your jacket to wear.”

By then, Steve had pulled himself out of the water to sit by Eddie’s feet on the edge of the pool. His attention was on the jacket in Eddie’s bag, though his eyes shifted up to catch Eddie’s when he spoke. “I knew when you pulled away why it was happening, how I let you think things were only physical.” Steve hesitated for a second, drawing in a long breath. “The only experience I have with other guys was so rushed and quiet, so hush hush. I didn’t know how to make it any other way. The jacket was the only idea I had.”

“People will know,” Eddie stubbornly rebutted – it was the only argument remaining that had any foundational support left to stand on. His resolve melted the second he saw the stupid jacket hanging so innocently in his locker. It’d been a small test of will, ignoring that imminent knowledge. Now, though, the only thing left to do was give in.

“Eddie,” Steve said as he turned to grip the leather jacket covering Eddie’s arm, “that’s kind of the point.”

There was a small second where they shared a smile before gravity and karma and all things that made the world turn just right on it’s axis came together in the soft touch of Steve’s lips against Eddie’s. Though it was monumental, their kiss stayed light and chaste because Eddie couldn’t hold back the smile overtaking ever muscle in his face.

The very next day, Eddie hopped out of his van with a heavy sigh. He’d been fiddling with the heavy sleeves of Steve’s jacket the entire drive to school. While the green looked pretty decent with his dark hair, Eddie decided to be ballsy and wear said hair up. Without the length of his curls in the way, everyone could see the last name embroidered across Eddie’s back. It was weird to think how much the thought of other people seeing Eddie’s claim on Steve made him seethe with happiness. Eddie was the freak who got to call Steve his own – the thought alone was worth the fallout, whatever it was.

Luckily, Eddie didn’t have to take on the crowd of stares all on his own. Steve met him at the front of the van, smiling widely at the sight of Eddie in his jacket. “That looks good on you,” Steve even said, butting up against Eddie’s side as they walked into school together.

Though the stares were plenty, Eddie didn’t feel the weight of them. For the first time in all of his high school years, people were looking at Eddie, not because he was a freak, but because he’d publicly announced his tie to one of the most popular kids in school. And while both reasons would more than likely get him beat up, Eddie appreciated being known as Steve’s; he’d gladly take any black eye that fact brought about.

Eddie was dumbfounded to find that popularity existed like a web. Now that Eddie was tied to Steve, people he’d never spoken to were vying for his attention. It was odd to return the favor of ignoring people that did the same for so long. Out of all the nerds and losers and freaks to find a little footing in the school hierarchy, Eddie was the perfect candidate to stay strong for the little people. Steve seemed to like him the way he was, no amount of exposure to the world’s douches would change that.

Riding the odd high of seeing Steve around school on purpose gave Eddie a heady feeling he’d never experienced before. All of his classes passed by in a blur that Eddie barely remembered. He coasted from one place to another, only marking time when Steve smiled at him or walked him dutifully to class. It was almost too much to cope with but Eddie clung on the best that he could.

The end of the day brought about Steve’s last swim meet of the year. Despite having gone to almost all of them, Eddie felt weird walking through the pool doors long before any of the heats actually started. That oddity clung to him until Steve came out of the locker room looking towards the bleachers. Eddie figured the dopey grin on his face in that moment was worth the extra few minutes slumped in a hard plastic seat.

Content to sit there by himself, Eddie was taken aback when a couple of girls sat down next to him. They were recognizable only because Eddie spent enough time hanging around the pool. He didn’t know their names and by the looks on their faces, Eddie figured he didn’t need to. “We’re glad you finally decided to give Steve a chance. His gooey stares over here were starting to get a little sickening.” The girl who spoke had dark hair and wore a jacket identical to Eddie’s. Her friend did, too. When Eddie looked between them in recognition, they both said “welcome to the wives club.”

They were up and out of his presence as fast as they came, leaving Eddie alone to process the weird initiation he just received. It kept him occupied long enough to get through the short swim races without recognizing that they were even happening. By the time Eddie looked up again, Steve’s name was being announced over the loud speaker. For the first time all season, Eddie allowed himself to break out into a grin. When Steve looked up into the crowd, Eddie looked right back.

And as Steve dove into the water and swam faster than Eddie had ever seen him, he stood up from his spot, watching in awe. Steve touched the wall a solid millisecond before the standing record, breaking it with an excited whoop. In his excitement, Eddie was clapping and hollering Steve’s name, screaming “go Steve” without shame.

It was a beautiful thing, watching Steve climb out of the pool with the biggest smile. In a few minutes, Eddie would climb down the stairs of the bleachers to find Steve for a private celebration, but for now, he clapped and grinned and reveled in the fact that a place to escape became the source of a happiness Eddie never thought could be his.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve/eddie #eddie/steve #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steveddie #stranger things #bobbie writes #no one does it better #steddie fanfic #steddie fics

[cptn-m]

One Piece chapter 1109 review

Ten minutes? Boo. BOOOOOOO! What a tease. That's, what, 4 chapters of Dressrosa time? 18 chapters of Namek time? Fine. It's fine.

But to get more serious, this is Egghead going full circle. First we were set up to expect a defensive siege of the main lab, then it evolved into an escape sequence, and now for the final leg, we're being set up to defend again. And with this being the ninth chapter of volume 109, the time for a climactic end-of-book cliffhanger is coming up, as early as the next chapter (but realistically on the eleventh or twelfth because there have been a few shorter chapters in this run) maybe we see this wrap up, or at least get ready to wrap up relatively soon.

This is a very transitional chapter. Transitioning into a new cover story (I think Momo moved Onigashima; outside of another Oars having shown up there, nothing else realistic), transitioning through the setup phase for receiving Vegapunk's info, transitioning to the real final set piece. Seeing new characters return in great numbers like this is always good fanservice, but cameos alone aren't a lot to analyse. The acknowledgement of time zones in the Water Seven bit is cool. I know Oda isn't super invested in this kind of thing for his worldbuilding, so I'm not going to waste my time trying to work out if this is an accurate depiction or not.

Haha yeah okay of course I am.

A thoroughly pointless analysis of One Piece timezones

First, we need to all get on the same page about the orientation of the globe. It's a myth with a frustrating amount of staying power that the Grand Line runs along the equator, but this is not actually the case. All evidence in the manga points to the Grand Line and the Red Line forming an X shape across the globe. The first explanation of the Grand Line in chapter 22 comes with a handy compass rose for orientation, and the image of the globe on the following page depicts them as diagonals. The special recap at the end of volume 81 reiterates this image of the globe, and puts Reverse Mountain on the "front" of the planet. Finally, the compass directions offered when the Supernova captains are planning how to leave Wano also place the Grand Line on an angle. This is our canon orientation.

Yes, this means that if you were standing on Marie Geoise, the seat of the rulers of the world, you would have to look west to see the East Blue and look east to survey West Blue. That's kinda silly. Maybe the names of the seas predate the World Government making that their perch.

In the latest chapter, we're shown broadly the time at a few key, identifiable locations. It is, of course, daytime on Egghead. It is explicitly nighttime at Water Seven. Windmill Village, in the East Blue, and Dressrosa have light skies, suggesting day; meanwhile Kamabakka, Marie Geoise and an unnnamed West Blue location all have shaded skies, suggesting nighttime. North and South Blue are both shown with light skies, but their locations on the planet make it almost impossible for it not to be day somewhere in them, so without more data like proximity to the Red Line, the Grand Line or the poles, they can't add anything to this analysis.

First, we have to work out where these locations are on the map. While it's tempting to place Egghead on the globe's front face, in the second half of the New World, for Law's statement in chapter 1056 about northeast being the furthest forward move to be true, this means that Wano, and by extension Egghead (directly southeast of it) have to be on the rear side, in the first half of the New World.

Dressrosa is before Egghead in the New World, easy win.

Water Seven doesn't offer anything as explicit as that for its placement, but for it to be the island that connects to Fishman Island, under Marie Geoise, via Log Pose, you have to assume it's in the second half of Paradise, also on the rear side of the globe.

Kamabakka is only a few days' sail from Lulusia, which was selected by Imu to test the Mother Flame because it was "close" to his location, so the easiest extrapolation is that it too is in the second half of Paradise.

For both Windmill Village and the unnamed West Blue location, it's impossible to tell if they're on the front or rear hemispheres of the world, but I've placed them both on the front because the map was going to get crowded otherwise.

For the sake of simplicity, we're going to assume that daylight moves east to west over the planet, just like the real world. We're also going to ignore things like curvature and axial tilt because they get complicated, harder to work into the graphics, and probably wouldn't have that much of an impact on the result anyway. The proportions of my day/night/dawn/dusk segments are not exact; I just eyeballed them. Excuse the roughness of the graphics.

So, can we make the day and night times shown in the latest chapter's panels work?

Unfortunately, no, we cannot. If it's morning on Egghead it can be dawn on Dressrosa, just before dawn at Marie Geoise and late at night in the second half of Paradise for Water Seven and Kamabakka, there's no way it makes sense for it to be day in the East Blue and night in the West Blue. Oof, we were so close. But Oda's time zones are busted.

The conclusion here is that this stuff doesn't really matter that much. Like travel times, the phases of the moon and the exact day and date the story is taking place, Oda may occasionally make a throwaway reference to these things, but he's also known to forget them and totally happy to fudge them for the sake of the story. I enjoy the mental puzzle of working out details like these and running through the implications, but I don't think they offer any genuine insight into how One Piece has been plotted or where it's going.

Ahem…

Getting back to the chapter at hand though, the bit of action with Luffy is very fun. I enjoyed Borsalino's laser eyes and the big clap attack. Saturn being able to fly around like a frizbee with all his legs out has a familiar vibe to the ancient dinosaur hunting techniques from Onigashima. And on Saturn's abilities, the telepathy between him and the other Elders is very interesting and definitely builds the case that whatever they have going on is beyond just Devil Fruits. As, of course, does the summoning. I'd be curious to see what kind of limits are placed on this to keep them from just showing up at Revolutionary HQ or something. Saturn rode with the Marine fleet until he was close, so maybe there's a proximity limit on unfamiliar areas, but once one is there, he can summon the others to his location from anywhere in the world.

The summoning spread is an awesome page for sure, but in the vein of last week's complaints about characters disappearing and inconsistent staging, it feels like a huge empty space has manifested to fit it in. Egghead's buildings felt a lot closer together than this in previous backgrounds, even accounting for how destroyed they are.

This was something the Onigashima anime (the bits of it I saw anyway) was really bad about. One minute the roof area is an enclosed arena, the next there's an expasive k or two of the pillars around the outside because it's a cool shot for a character sent flying to bust through them one after the other. Establishing shot puts Zoro and King on the crumbling, shrinking outer edge. But in the sakuga cut it grows a mile of extra turf for Zoro to sprint and leap through while flaming dragons tear up everything around him. Cool moments are cool, but I don't like seeing the established setting being compromised to make space for them.

I feel like I've been harsher on paper than I actually feel for this one. Transitions can be a let down, and are definitely hard to write about, but they don't mean the stuff I'm excited for isn't coming. I can wait a week or two for the payoff, after all the years of following this story, that much more isn't a huge deal.

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[scrawnytreedemon]

Back on my FFXIII-Capital-G-God bullshit.

[ramblings below the cut!]

Went ahead and decided to watch the final battle in JP. Good lord... Look, I am no judge of Japanese voice-acting, but I feel so much of the jank is amended with just that. Lightning's voice-work is wonderful in both version's; Vel's, however... Dear lord does his English work feel generic and forced— WHICH honestly makes sense, considering the script-changes.

Yuki Kaji, who voices Hope, does an excellent job on this guy. Divinity, eagerness, and adolescence all executed brilliantly. You really get the sense that this is a being way over his head, who, in desiring to eventually walk among humanity in the new, flawless world he created, took on the body of a teenage boy— Volatile feelings and all.

I've spoken about this before, but Bhunivelze is just... Goodness, he is at once deeply well-meaning but also horrendously authoritarian. World's ending due to an overflow of Chaos, Bhunivelze seeks to create a new world for all the worthy, living souls, and destroy the Chaos— Issue is, Chaos is the collective souls of the dead: a Lifestream to use FFVII terms. You destroy that, you destroy all those souls awaiting rebirth, and destroy the memories of those deceased in their loved-ones— Vel considers this a positive, because as a demiurge with hitherto no prior experience with emotions(except endless paranoia after tossing his mother's body in the cosmic basement oop--), he considers grief a needless suffering to be washed away in his new world.

Having built her up to be the new goddess of death in the wake of Etro's death, Bhunivelze challenges Lightning to a last match after she rebels against him. Their dynamic, by the way, is extremely romantically-charged in the JP— Teenage boy feelings do that to you. After a longass, multi-phased fight, Lightning, inevitably, defeats him...

And he goes full:

This bitch, to the surprise of everyone in the arena including himself, starts sobbing his fucking eyes out. Realising he has lost control of the situation, and will have no part in the world he created, brother starts feeling it all— Sadness, grief, anger —The whole shebang.

My guy, in Peak Teenage Boy Angst, declares his intent to cast Lightning out. This, of course, proves ineffectual, and also One of the Most Video Game Divorces of All Time™! She wasn't even married to him! This is a trainwreck; I am obsessed with their dynamic; what is wrong with hiiiiiim????!?!

I bet £100 fucking bucks this guy was scribbling their initials together with hearts in some cheap pink spiral-bound notebook, kicking his non-existent legs back and forth as he imagines their wedding day. I bet he signed his diary entries with her surname. I can't. I'm fucking losing it. This is like Sephiroth if he was so much more desperate aND SEPHIROTH IS DESPERATE AS F U C K LMAOOO

Lightning is not having any of it. She signed up to get her sister back, not whatever the fuck this is. Did I mention he ripped the vestiges of Serah out of her heart, thereby emotionally crippling her? This fucking tool thought it'd be all fine once the plan went through. God. Dear God. He has no idea what he's toying with.

The fact that they toned all this down to Evil God Wants To Turn Humanity Into Mindless Slaves makes me so mad on so many levels, but I also wholly know why they did it.

The fact that Bhunivelze is an essentially all-powerful God who, to the best of his abilities, is genuinely sympathetic and loving, reiterating this time and time again, and yet not only despite but because of this fails in his role as a caretaker as he is unable, and unwilling to stoop down to humanity's level and engage with them on their own needs and terms, instead opting to follow his plan on crafting a utopia that would gut them of their memories and negative emotions struck a little too close for Western localisers.

Religion is a hot-button issue.

Far better to turn him into another cold, unrelatable Lucifer-like. Someone without love or care, who takes only to fuel his own arrogance.

I've talked before in another post similar to this written, god, what? A year ago? —About how this examination of a loving yet ultimately distant and detached god struck a chord with me. The romantic character especially— Within my old church, the relationship between God and the Church, you and He was always illustrated as akin to a groom and his bride.

I completely understand Lightning's drive to throw off that.

No love is worth being hollowed out. Even with the promise of being filled again.

#scrawny rambles #religion mention #anyhow i'm frothing at the mouth let's see if i get to making memes this time

[bratkook]

almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?,  more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face. 

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him. 

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee. 

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do. 

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love. 

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast. 

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen. 

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along. 

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile. 

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first. 

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup. 

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing. 

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups. 

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl. 

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups. 

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night. 

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again. 

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.” 

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips. 

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book. 

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel. 

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look. 

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him. 

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original. 

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all. 

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in. 

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat. 

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for. 

No. That’s not what he wants. 

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it. 

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in. 

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks. 

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether. 

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it. 

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages. 

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies. 

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser. 

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok. 

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that. 

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family. 

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now. 

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had. 

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom. 

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax. 

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight. 

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping. 

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened. 

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did. 

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed. 

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear. 

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube. 

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base. 

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you. 

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz. 

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep? 

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch. 

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you. 

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do. 

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did. 

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer. 

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind. 

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor. 

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are. 

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock. 

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm. 

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over. 

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation. 

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets. 

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity. 

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit. 

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang. 

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else. 

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you. 

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum. 

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase. 

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send. 

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that. 

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok. 

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again. 

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else. 

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend. 

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about. 

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief. 

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge. 

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him. 

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore. 

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

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pretty in pink | kth | m

— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie. 

— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love 

— words; 6,4k 

— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse. 

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By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.

He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?” 

Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased. 

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of. 

Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one. 

You and Taehyung used to have an extremely active sex life, practically fucking like rabbits throughout your dating, engagement, and marriage phases. But now things had started to cool down — really, no one’s fault: Taehyung was too tired most days and you felt too moody — and you had started to grow a bit desperate. It wasn’t as if the two of you never had sex anymore, it was just mostly a very vanilla, very boring, once-every-weekend-maybe kind of thing. 

All that being said, it’s understandable why you had started to construct a plan to rekindle that old, dying-out flame of yours. You didn’t want to do anything crazy — regardless of how interesting the idea of handcuffing your husband was, you didn’t think the best approach would be to scare him away from the get-go — so you eventually settled for a few things he particularly liked from back in the dating days. 

(You felt so old thinking that.)  

Number one: baby pink lingerie, the lacy kind. You didn’t know what kind of intense reaction it unleashed in your husband’s primal brain, but you knew that those were his favorites, and that Taehyung never stopped until he could take them off you. For that special occasion, you had even gone out and bought yourself a new set, matched with some semi-transparent thigh high socks that you also knew he loved. Cover all that up with a loose satin robe (the same color, of course), and you were ready to go. 

Number two: a healthy amount of roleplay, matched with absolute submission from your part. Now, that’s where the money was: even if, by some curse placed on him by working countless hours in a corporate, hyper-capitalist job, Taehyung didn’t react to your very sexy, very skimpy set of new lingerie, you knew that would get a reaction out of him. It was exactly the dynamic the two of you liked the most, and you still remembered exactly how to push his buttons. 

It was a perfect plan. 

Only, you forgot about it. 

“It was fine, finally finished coding that page after a bazillion years,” you responded, placing your mug on the coffee table before throwing yourself on the couch. The signs of old age were approaching: your back hurt so much that you could only think about sleeping for the next ten hours. “And yours?” 

Taehyung hadn’t really looked at you yet, instead fighting to hang his coat next to the door. “It was good, actually. My boss told me he has some good news to tell me tomorrow.” 

Your eyes lit up. “You’re getting that promotion?” 

He sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna get any expectations, you know my boss. Maybe he’ll just give me a new stapl— What the hell do you have on?” 

You paused, looking down at yourself. Oh. Yeah. You had forgotten about that. Or, rather, you forgot about the second part of your plan — because your very pink, very exposed underwear was staring you right in the face. 

Still, you managed to keep yourself composed. “It’s new, do you like it?” You smiled, pulling your satin robe to the side. It exposed your breasts, made Taehyung clench his jaw at the sight. You needed to snap into submissive mode soon enough if you wanted that to work, but you also needed a few seconds to center yourself. “Baby?” 

You watched as your husband blinked his way back into reality, taking a hesitant step towards you. You wanted to laugh: Taehyung was looking at you like there was a tiger in his living room, and he was trying to find out the best possible approach to deal with it. 

And that was the perfect time to strike. 

You pouted, hand slithering down to the level of your waist so you could untie the loose knot of the robe. “You don’t like it, sir?” The innocent inflection of your voice made his eyes snap up at yours, something dark starting to swim on the bottom of his irises. He was catching the drift. “I bought it just for you.” The robe was pushed to the side, presenting him with the glorious view of your panties; those socks that made him want to bury his face between your thighs. Taehyung took another step in your direction. “If you want, I can change into something else.” 

Just like magic, Taehyung’s expression of exhaustion had been casted away, replaced by one of sheer, unshakable lust. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and took a few silent steps towards the couch. “Don’t change it,” he spoke up. His voice was deep and velvety, shot straight down to your core. “You look beautiful, love.” 

You smiled as he sat down next to you. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Of course.” Taehyung’s large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warm touch. His calm disposition was a threatening thing, it got you on edge as his gaze trailed down to your lips; your breasts; your thighs. He hummed. “Want my doll to look pretty for me.” 

“Yes, sir,” you said promptly. His eyes were back on yours in no time, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Can you kiss me, sir?” 

His hand brushed down your face, moving onto your neck. Taehyung was thinking of what to do to you, and you were kind enough to wait. “Does my baby want a kiss?” He asked and you nodded. “Very well. Sit on my lap, love.” 

You could barely contain your excitement as you followed his order, one leg moving over his thighs so you could straddle him. Taehyung sighed in content as you sat on his erection, which only made the arousal between your legs grow. 

“My girl is beautiful, isn’t she?” He mumbled to himself, hands swiftly pulling your robe down your shoulders. A cold breeze embraced your body as the discarded piece of clothing fell somewhere on the floor. “But so, so quick to misbehave.” 

Your heartbeat quickened. “I didn’t misbehave, sir.” 

“You did, love,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a child. His movements were tender when he pushed your hair away from your face, but you knew there was wickedness hiding in those still waters. “You are trying to provoke me.” 

“I’m not,” you lied. 

“You are.” His hands placed themselves on your waist, pulling your body closer to his. They were a bit firmer than before, spreading goosebumps through your skin as they slithered down your lower back, palming your ass cheeks. “You put this on because you wanted me to fuck you, baby. Don’t lie to me now.” 

Your hand started playing with his tie, eyes following the movement of your fingers so you could avoid his penetrative gaze. “Sorry, sir.” 

His finger found the underside of your chin, pushing it up. You couldn’t escape those eyes, he wouldn’t allow you to. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked calmly. His other hand was still firm on your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m not mad. I just find it funny.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Funny?” You echoed. 

“Yes, doll,” Taehyung said. “Funny the lengths you go to just because you want my cock.” 

Heat exploded on your cheeks at his dirty words, your own speech getting stuck in your throat. You were in trouble, and it was exactly what you had been looking for. 

“Hm? Not gonna say anything?” He egged you on, leaning his head to the side. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but you knew that things would follow his own pace. “My baby’s so horny for cock she’s not gonna even answer me?” 

His words were suffocating you, earning a timid roll of your hips against his hard member. Your underwear was absolutely soaked and you could barely think straight. “I want you, sir,” was what you managed to get out. 

“I know,” Taehyung said, his tone so nonchalant, so passive. His knuckles brushed tenderly against your cheek, a sly smirk curling up on his lips. “My pretty little slut just wants to get fucked so bad, doesn’t she?” 

You nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed, the corners of his lips moving down in disapproval. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir,” you were quick to correct yourself, hands slithering up his shoulders and behind his neck. It was electrifying how Taehyung managed to get you so worked up so quickly, his unbothered stare burning holes on your skin. You felt so small like that, and you knew he was getting high on the power play. Some things never change. “Sorry, sir.” 

“Mhm.” Taehyung didn’t grant you forgiveness so fast, instead leaning back on the couch and analyzing your demeanor. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, though.” 

You blinked, not hesitating for a second. “I do deserve it, sir.”

He scoffed, both of his hands back on your waist. His palms were heavy and warm against your skin, and you could not hold back the thought of having his fingers moving in and out of you. No matter how many times Taehyung touched you, his hands were just so big that he got you seeing stars in no time, filling you up and reaching deep inside you in ways that your own fingers never could. “Show me, then.” His firm voice broke your reveries, digits pressing down on your naked flesh. “You can kiss me now.”

Obedient, you leaned in and trapped his mouth in yours. It was a different world when Taehyung was in that headspace — often, he would kiss you so eagerly, so hungry for more, but, now, his mouth was barely following yours; a disinterested hum melting past his throat, silently daring you to try harder, to show him that you were worth his time. You dug your fingers in his soft hair and placed your tongue inside his mouth, trying to be the best you could be for him and, yet, it seemed as if he was deadset on giving you the bare minimum reaction. 

At the same time, you still felt the effects of that kiss, your body heating up as you moaned against his mouth. Taehyung’s hands had traveled downwards and were now tugging at your panties, pulling them up and burying them between your asschecks. It made your back arch; there was a slight pressure on your clit that got you grinding down on his cock. He sighed at that, sucking on your tongue as one of his hands slithered beneath your panties, harshly groping your ass. 

You swore he was just about to get into it when he decided to pull away. Slightly breathless and completely overwhelmed, you could only watch as Taehyung tilted his head to the side and, just as nonchalant as before, asked, “What do we say, doll?”

Lucky you, you knew the answer to that question. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Very well.” He caressed your cheek once more, eyes trapped on the swell of your lips. Taehyung’s mind was flickering through the details of you — your breasts, your thighs, the perfect weight of your center against his — as he slowly figured out what he wanted to do to you. At last, he made up his mind. “On your knees.” 

To move away from his embrace seemed to be a medieval sort of torture, but you did as he told you. You were on your knees in no time, the harsh wooden floor hurting your flesh when you looked up at him, expectant. 

Taehyung leaned forward, trapping your chin between his fingers. “So pretty, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, voice velvety and slow. “Wanna be good for me?” 

You nodded, eager to please him. 

With a deep exhale, he moved back, spreading his arms over the couch’s back. “Good. Take my cock out,” he commanded. You stared up at him for a second too long, waiting to see if that was a test. It was a bit suspicious, after all: he used to tease you for far longer than that before even allowing you to touch him. And, because Taehyung knew you very well, he caught your trail of thought quickly enough. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Go on.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, just to be sure, and took your hands to his pants. Taehyung had chosen one of his most beautiful suits to work that day, and the dark grey shade did not conceal his erection in the slightest. 

The smallest of things got you waiting for more: the sound of his pants being pulled down, apparently so loud in that silent living room; the gradual rise and fall of his chest; the wet mark on his underwear and the straining of his hard, leaking cock against the fabric. It was a good kind of anticipation, for you loved when Taehyung got you on the edge like that, unsure of what would follow, of how he would treat you. 

Truth was: you loved being good for him, loved treating him as well as you could. Above all, you loved when he praised you for it, all warm touches and kind regards. But also, you adored when he made you work for those praises, glancing down at you like you were bothering him, like you couldn’t do anything right, not even pleasure him. 

His cock was out soon after, heavy in your hands. Taehyung managed to control his demeanor rather well, but you could see that he was extremely turned on: tip reddened and covered in his precum, his length fully hard and throbbing as you gave him a small, tentative pump. 

“Spit on it,” he said. “Come on, you know better than to touch me dry.” 

You nodded, doing as he told you. A big glob of saliva dripped down onto his member, which you used to help with your movements. Saliva wasn’t lube, that’s true, but it did manage to calm down his attitude for a bit. 

Being married meant that you had grown extremely used to each other’s bodies and, just like Taehyung knew your weak spots like the back of his hand, you knew his. Soon enough, you had your tongue trailing the underside of his cock, placing a special pressure on his frenulum. Taehyung inhaled sharply, hands digging to the sofa cushions as you lethargically continued your actions, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip and tasting his precum. 

“In your mouth,” he ordered, “now.” 

Eager to please him, your lips wrapped around his crown and you gradually began sinking down on him. Taehyung was thick, always gave you a hard time as you slowly grew used to his size inside your mouth; a strangled moan perishing in your throat as you took him in. Above you, the man groaned in satisfaction, one of his large hands resting on the back of your head. 

“Move.”

You agreed with a whimper, closing your eyes as your mouth moved up and down on his member, cheeks hollowing every time you sucked him. Taehyung got you just the way that he liked: so small beneath him, with your doll-like eyes looking up at him through a thin curtain of your tears. He always thought you looked so pretty with his cock inside your mouth, your perfect lips and tongue making him lose his mind. 

“Fuck. Such a good cockslut.” He raised his hips just enough to reach deeper inside your throat, making you gag around him. The sound was beautiful to his ears, turned into a much more heavenly symphony when it quickly morphed into a muffled moan. Taehyung loved watching you struggle with his size, it made him want to break you apart. “You like my cock, baby?” 

You nodded, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Taehyung tugged in your hair, signaling that he wanted you to remove your mouth from him. He needed to hear you say it, and you were beyond happy to oblige. “I love it, sir,” you told him, your voice a bit groggy from your previous act. “So much. It’s so huge.” 

“Suck it harder, then.” His own voice was a bit airy, not so rough around the edges. He must’ve been close. “Show me how much you love it.” 

This time, just a simple nod from your part satisfied him, for he allowed your mouth to wrap around his cock once again. Without hesitation, you did as he told you to, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper than you were before. Your new approach was a gift from god, it appeared, because it took you no time to have Taehyung’s animosity meeting away. 

“That’s it, that’s my dirty girl,” he praised, fingers intertwined in your hair. You could feel his big cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing precum. It was just a matter of time before he spilled himself inside your mouth. “Gonna make me cum like a good slut.” 

You moaned around him, one hand moving down to play with his balls. Taehyung hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back and groaning something you couldn’t quite grasp. There were beautiful droplets of sweat accumulating just above his white collar — it was almost humiliating how naked you felt when compared to his dressed, composed self — and this thick neck seemed to be calling for you, wishing that you’d place hot, messy kisses all over it. But you couldn’t do it just yet, not when he was about to cum down your throat. 

Taehyung’s breath hitched and you instantly knew that he was just there. A couple more seconds and your theory was proven right: he grunted as his hot cum filled your mouth, a vague rising of his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t swallow yet.”

Oh he was in that mood, it seemed. 

Apparently your plan had worked better than expected, because it had been a long time since Taehyung didn’t ask you to swallow his cum right away. As much as he adored when you did that, he also loved seeing his cum on you — splattered on your abdomen, on your tits, on your ass; maybe running between your pussy lips after he was done fucking you or, in that case, in your mouth. You didn’t quite understand the appeal that it had, but who were you to judge? 

You removed his cock from your mouth soon after, filled with expectation as he shifted above you, leaning in closer. You blinked up at him as his hand found the underside of your jaw. 

“Let me see.” Taehyung pulled on your chin and you quickly got your cue, opening your mouth. A flash of lust shimmered inside his eyes at the sight of his cum inside your mouth, the corner of his lips being tugged upwards into a satisfied smirk. “Perfect. Swallow now.” He closed your mouth. 

Once again, you did as he commanded. “Thank you, sir,” you said. The discomfort between your legs was growing at a fast progression, monopolizing your mind — you had already been so good to your husband, did everything that he told you to, and now your own arousal was getting the best of you. You shifted around on the ground, your knees still hurting a bit. “Sir, please…”

Taehyung hummed, caressing your cheek. “What is it?” 

“I'm so horny, I wanna cum,” you whined. 

“Is that so?” Taehyung questioned, thumb caressing your bottom lip. It was a bit swollen after you had blown him, made him want to bite it. Instead, he leaned back against the couch. “Stand up.” 

You fumbled as you got up to your feet, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to think about it for long, because Taehyung soon gripped you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, your shins knocking on the sofa. His fingers were surprisingly tender as they slowly navigated towards your pussy, pulling the dainty pink fabric aside. “Love the color,” he mumbled as if he was talking to himself. You were just about to thank him, but your words were ripped out of you when his finger sunk between your folds. “Look at my girl. Got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?” He looked up at you. You felt dizzy under his intense gaze, barely nodding in return. He smiled. “How dirty.” 

You wanted to touch him, to find support on his broad shoulders, but you didn’t know if you were allowed to. Instead, you merely gasped as Taehyung started toying with your sensitive entrance, feeling as if your legs would fail you at any time. “Sir, please,” you pleaded once more, “I need you.” 

He hummed, one finger slowly entering you. You practically melted as Taehyung added a second one right away, curling them up in the way you loved so much. “Yes, darling, I heard you.” But it didn’t seem like he did, for his hungry gaze was trapped on the sinking of his digits inside your tight hole. You were so on edge that you could cum just like that; a few desperate whimpers already dripping from your lips as he continued his movements. Your sounds seemed to drag him back to reality, though, for he was soon removing them from your pussy, ignoring your frustrated cries. “Go to the bedroom.” His eyes snapped up at you. “You better be naked in bed when I get there.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

If you didn’t know Taehyung as well as you did, perhaps that command would’ve taken the worries off your shoulders. However, the thing was: when your husband was in that headspace, you could never really predict what would come from it. Just because he had sent you to the bedroom, it didn’t mean that he would suddenly become pliant and adamant to fulfill your every need — if anything, it meant that he had enough energy and discipline to spare. If he wanted to fuck you straight away (like you had begged him to), he would’ve just taken you on the couch, like he had done countless times before. No, the fact that he was sending you — alone — to the bedroom was probably not such a good sign. 

When you entered the suite, you started removing your bra, then your panties and, finally, the thigh high socks. You felt yourself become more and more uneasy as you laid down bare on the bed, feeling as small shock waves of anticipation ran through your body. Every time you heard a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment, your heart missed a beat. 

Taehyung liked to make those moments as dragged-out as possible. He got some sick kick out of it, you guessed, probably made him feel like a predator stalking its prey, playing with its food. He liked to leave you wondering what he would do to you, and you couldn’t say you were bothered by it either. 

At last, when you thought that your heart was about to jump out of your chest, he walked into the bedroom, his slender fingers loosening his silk tie. It was a stark contrast how dressed Taehyung still was — everything still in place, with only the zipper of his pants still opened. He looked absolutely composed, his dark eyes following the curves of your body as he gradually approached you. 

“Beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, making your breasts bounce slightly. His gaze fell over them and he hummed, one hand tenderly squeezing the flesh. You gasped at the sensation, which ripped a small chuckle out of him. “And so sensitive.” 

You didn’t know if it was the best moment to speak up, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited as Taehyung’s hand gradually made its way up your chest, towards your neck and, finally, to your cheek. There, it stayed for a moment, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. He really enjoyed doing that, it seemed. “Open up for me,” he requested. And so you did, lips parting so two of his fingers could enter your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on your tongue, making you release a small whimper, before allowing you to suck on his fingers. “That’s it. What do we say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you struggled to speak against his fingers. 

“That’s right.” Taehyung removed his digits from your mouth, lowering them until they were pressed against your clit. You moaned and raised your hips under the random surge of pleasure, but his other hand soon met the skin of your inner thigh, making you stand still. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, “don’t move now.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly slid between your folds. The pressure was light, barely teasing your sensitive entrance before going back up to play with your clit. 

“So fucking soaked for me, doll,” Taehyung groaned, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened a little, allowing a small sob to fall from it. “Such an eager little pussy.”

“S-Sir,” you gasped, fingers digging to the pristine white sheets of your bed. You had just changed them, and now they were bearing witness to your sinful acts. “I want you.”

Taehyung hummed, apparently distracted with the sensation of your slickness covering him. “You have me, darling.” 

“N-Not your fingers,” you said. “Want your cock, please.”

The moment he stopped his movements, you realized you had fucked up. Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue that shot straight through your chest, quickening your heartbeat. “You’re so spoiled.” He removed his hand from your heat and you didn’t even find the force within you to complain about it. Not when he was looking at you with such a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “You tell me you want to cum, and then that my fingers aren’t good enough for you?”

“Sorry, sir,” you rushed to say, a frail veil of tears shimmering in your eyes. You felt like you had been edged for hours, even if that wasn’t the case. The sexual tension was just too high, leaving you so worked up that it hurt. And there was also an extra level of desperation knowing that your release wasn't exactly your decision at that moment. “Please, I need it so bad.” 

Taehyung scrutinized your face for a moment, watching the quick beating of your eyelashes and the thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. He felt a familiar sense of power washing over him, watching intently for every sign of pleading eagerness that covered your features. You looked so beautiful, he thought, so meek and polite under him. You had been so good, after all, there was no need to postpone your pain any further. 

But he would. For just a tiny bit longer. 

Taehyung breathed out. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice. Turn around.” He slapped the inside of your thigh, a smirk blossoming at the corners of his pink lips as he watched you yelp in surprise. Still, you obeyed him once again, turning until you were on your stomach. “Hands and knees. Ass up. And don’t look behind you.” 

After you had positioned yourself, Taehyung started undressing. You could only hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gradually removed them — taking his sweet time as his eyes lingered on your form. He could see that you were still so absolutely soaked for him, the glistening of your pussy making his cock throb inside his underwear. He would tease you a bit further if he, himself, had it in him to wait a bit longer. However, at that moment, there was nothing that Taehyung wanted more than to be buried deep inside your cunt. 

You bounced up and down on the bed as he kneeled on it, hands on your hips tugging you towards him. You whined when you felt the pressure of his hard cock between your ass cheeks, your pussy clenching around nothing. Still, you waited for him to make the first move, since your latest attempt at asking for more had earned you a scolding from his part. 

And, apparently, not only that. All air ran out of your lungs when you felt Taehyung’s hand collapsing against the skin of your ass once, twice, until you were crying out. “Sir, wait—“ 

“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “You’re always misbehaving. Can you take your punishment now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”

That was his way of asking for your consent to keep going, you realized, and you promptly gave it to him. “Y-Yes, sir.” 

Another slap against your ass was what you recieved, this time on the other side. Taehyung’s palm was heavy on your skin, and you relished in the pain it left behind; your hands holding onto the pillows for any sort of grounding. “Good. Maybe this will teach you not to be so fucking spoiled,” he growled, hitting you once more. Your body jumped forwards a bit, legs weak beneath you. “Stand still.”

You tried your best to do so, enduring a few more spanks until Taehyung had deemed it sufficient. If you had been wet before, now you were completely drenched, every nerve on your body standing alert to the smallest of touches. So much in fact that, when he leaned in to place a kiss against your shoulder, you cried out at the feeling of his cock moving between your ass cheeks.

“Pretty.” His hand caressed the sensitive skin where he had hit you before. You flinched under his touch, but liked the stinging pain that came along with it. “Gonna fuck you now, love.” 

You could’ve sobbed in relief. “Yes, yes, please, sir.” 

Taehyung leaned back slowly, one hand curling around the base of his cock so he could guide himself inside you. His crown slid between your folds once, twice, making you whimper as it accidentally hit your clit. The sounds of your wetness were shameful, filling the room as he pressed himself against your opening. You sighed and whimpered at the feeling, for a moment thinking that your thighs would give out beneath you. Instead, Taehyung held you up as his cock gradually plunged inside you, stretching you wide. 

There hadn’t been as much preparation as you’d like, but the small rush of pain was a welcomed one. You moaned out his name as his big cock continued to sink inside you, feeling every inch of it as it filled you up. Taehyung was fucking huge and, even after so long by his side, you had never truly grown used to it. 

You gasped when he entered you completely, his hands giving a last pull on your hips to make sure that he couldn’t go any deeper. “S-So much,” you stuttered. 

He scoffed. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Now fucking take it.” Taehyung angled his hips back, sliding his cock out of your heat until only his tip was inside. He came slamming back in, sinking into your velvety walls like they were made for him to fuck. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s just pulling me in. Dripping down my cock, fuck.” 

And you could only moan out at his filthy words, brain turning into a chaotic mess as he started drilling in and out of you. At that point, you had been so worked up that you could only focus on the amazing sensation of his cock fucking you open, so big and heavy inside you. 

From what you could hear, Taehyung wasn’t much different. His controlling attitude had started to wash away as his high started to approach; the room filled with the low grunts and moans that came from his throat. He was holding onto you so tightly that you thought he was going to break you in half, his thrusts deep, fast and precise. Really, it was shameful how close you already were, walls tightening around his length as your legs started to shake. 

“S-So good, sir, your cock feels so good,” you moaned out, lost in bliss. “I’m c-close.” 

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” Taehyung grunted. “Come on, be good for me.”

You nodded, clenching your jaw as you felt your pleasure rising at a thundering speed. Taehyung wasn’t planning on slowing down either, his cock hitting deep inside your pussy and making your eyes roll back. 

“Fuck, oh my—“ you cursed out, but could not finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you like an avalanche, whitening out your thoughts as your walls clenched around him; loud moans and whimpers of his name falling in a jumbled mess between your lips. “T-Tae…” 

The lack of his preferred title seemed to be lost on him, since Taehyung was also approaching his own climax. “So fucking wet. So tight and warm for me. Perfect little cunt,” he was talking to himself at this point, letting his thoughts flow out of his mouth with no apparent direction. “Wanna cum inside your pussy, doll. Fill you up so good.” 

You whined out at his words. You were still holding onto the pillows, trying to find any sort of foundation to fight against the sensitivity that was growing inside you. “P-Please, yes.” 

Taehyung growled at your words, pushing his body forward until he was squeezing you against the bed. The new angle made his cock hit different spots inside your cunt, a newfound wave of euphoria starting to buzz inside you. “Want that?” His voice was a rough moan against your ear, his breath kissing your skin in dense, hot clouds. “Gonna take my cum like a good slut?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, “I want it so bad.”

“Yeah? Wanna give you a baby, gonna look so fucking pretty for me.” Taehyung’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, making you clench around his cock. You had never realized that you wanted him to say that, especially in a context like that, but it made you melt instantly. And because he knew you so well, he rapidly noticed the way your body responded to it. “You like that?” 

You nodded. “Y-Yes.” 

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, placing a sloppy kiss against your neck. You could feel Taehyung throbbing inside you, signaling that he was close. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.” 

“L-Love you too,” you said back. 

Taehyung sighed at your words, a last moan reverberating in his chest before he was spilling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feeling, getting utterly lost in the way that your walls milked his cock clean, taking everything that he gave you. “Fuck, that’s it.” 

With a final, shuddering breath, Taehyung collapsed against you, placing a bunch of kisses on your shoulders. You giggled at the random softness of his actions, feeling as his cock slipped out of you. He rolled around until he was falling backwards on the bed, a final puff of air exploding upon his lips. 

“Well, damn.” Taehyung laughed. You could only do the same, pushing your body closer to his. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You rested your head on his chest. “Because adult life fucking sucks, that’s why.” 

“Fair enough.” He sighed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. A fond smile curled up on your lips. “Was I too rough?”

“Just a bit, but I liked it.” You angled your head up to look at him. Taehyung took his cue to kiss your lips instead. “Can you get something to clean me up?”

He clicked his tongue. “I’m feeling pretty lazy right now. Besides…” he trailed off, “Kinda like you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing nature of your tone gave your faux-annoyance away. “I figured,” you said. “Wanna talk about the baby situation?” 

Taehyung’s face swiftly grew serious. He apparently discovered a new source of energy, because, within a second, he was pushing you off and bolting out of bed. “Suddenly I need to find a towel.” 

And you could only laugh because, as it has been proven, you were kind of a mastermind when it came to making evil plans. If Taehyung needed another one to get him talking, you wouldn’t mind elaborating it. 

You wouldn’t mind at all. 

#bts smut #taehyung smut #bts #kim taehyung #x you #x reader #reader insert #bts x you #bts x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #smut #pwp #marriage au

[bones-aa2]

Yandere dad Tony stark with a teen reader that's in her rebel phase and sneaks out to go to a party and gets caught

(She/her pronouns pls) 🛐

Warnings: Yandere themes and a lot of cussing.

Afab!reader, she/her pronouns :)

"No, no I'm coming." You told your friend, the only way you could talk to her was through the phone so finally you decide to go out on your own without Tony's permission. Not that he ever let you go out of the tower anyways.

"You sure he's going to let you? I don't want the fucking Iron man on my ass because I influenced his kid to go out and party with me." She said jokingly. You laughed and shook your head. "No way, He would never calm your tits."

"My tits are never calm," She joked. "Look just... ask him I'm sure he'll understand." She tried convincing you. God If she actually knew how protective how was with you. Everything he did was to 'protect' you, he wanted you to stay in the tower with him forever and you knew that but god that would be a nightmare.

"No way Steph, It's fine I promise you that none of the avengers are going to be on your ass." She sighed over the phone, "Alright then, just meet me at the party whenever you can ok?"

"Ok bye bye." You quickly hung up the phone and walked over to your closet. You straightened out your outfit and huffed. You looked good and you couldn't wait to finally go out.

You grabbed your bag and walked out, silencing your phone as to not alert anyone. You went to the door and entered the pins to open the door.

"Miss Stark, You shouldn't be going out of the Tower." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up, you flinched at her voice. Shit, you forgot she was here. "Right, I just need to go out for... school?" You said, you were clearly bad at lying.

"Mr. Stark has informed me to keep you in the tower. You have a bedtime." You frowned and sighed. "I just need to get some books from the public library, I won't be out for long."

You left before she could say anything. You were grown, you didn't need a bedtime of all things. You knew F.R.I.D.A.Y couldn't say anything when you were out of your room, she would be disrupting the whole tower's sleep.

You quickly made your way to the exit, you smiled. You did it, you're finally going to be free and able to live your life.

"Ahem."

Your heart stopped as you turned around, Tony sat there cross legged as if he was waiting for you to try and sneak out of the tower. "You actually thought you could leave?" He scoffed, he lifted his phone and it showed a bunch of texts from you and your friend planning for today.

"What the hell? You've been tracking my texts?" You moved closer and snatched the phone out of his hand and scrolled through them. Every single text with her was in his phone. "I know everything." His face looked mad but disappointed.

"I keep you safe and protected and now you try to put yourself in danger?" He scolded. "I don't want to be safe or protected then." You said, "I'm going to the party."

"You know I can't let you go kid, don't make me look like the bad guy here."

"You are the bad guy!" You shouted, you've had enough of him. "You locked me up because I asked to go out and study with some friends in a café that was just down the street, that's fucking crazy."

Tony gritted his teeth as he heard those words fly out of your mouth. "Watch your tone."

You laughed. "I am not a kid, I keep telling you but clearly you don't want to listen."

Tony crossed his arms in front of his chest, he had been taking care of you since your parents had died after an attack. He loved you and wanted to keep you safe. Tony swore to never allow you to get into any mission he was involved in. But that was near impossible.

Enemies were always everywhere around New York. The only way he could keep you safe was by keeping you locked in the tower like a fairytale.

"You don't understand." He said softly. "Maybe I don't." You replied coldly. You turned around about to walk off but of course. He couldn't let you go.

"I told you already honey." he said.

"I can't let you just go out."

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A/n: Another one done woo hoo, requests are open ;)

#yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #yandere platonic tony stark #.bones txt

[pinkteapotwriting]

Not so Innocent desires

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning : This is so filthy dear lord, explicit sexual content, Sub!fem reader, spanking, oral, innocence kink and I think that’s it

Just good ol fashioned smut

Summary : Turns out you Remus and Sirius want to treat you a certain way, it takes some special kind of convincing from your end though.

Word count : 3164

The lovely @fionanovasleftnut had a wonderful idea that I couldn’t resist writing about. I’m not sure with how this one turned out but I hope I did the idea justice. xXx

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Being a family friend of the Weasleys had its perks. You always had someone to stick up for you, always had someone who could make you laugh, and you always had a home with them, wherever that may be. You had moved out on your own as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, but it seemed that wasn’t the way to start your life as a young adult. The wizarding world was at war and Molly Weasley was insistent that one of her adopted daughters should not be defenseless living alone. 

You had tried to reassure her that you would be fine, you even approached your most likely allies.

“Fred, George please tell her I’ll be fine. You understand right?” They only chuckled at your cute pout and brushed your concerns aside.

So no. No one was willing to risk the parting of their lovely Y/N.

You were too kindhearted, too sweet, too pure. A ray of sunshine in these dark times, too precious to leave unprotected. 

You had been so angry at first, but your anger was soon turned into bashfulness as you were met by two very attractive men. Of course you knew Professor Lupin, he was your teacher and even now words from his mouth directed your way made heat rise to your face.

 Then there was Sirius Black. His long black hair framed his face perfectly. His stormy grey eyes made you completely weak at the knees. 

Everything about these two men left you flustered, Remus’s quick wit, Sirius’s hearty laugh, the knowing glances they’d share, Remus’s scars you just wanted to spend hours tracing, and Sirius’s ring clad fingers that tapped impatiently against the table. For being in Azkaban for 12 years his hands sure looked strong and capable. 

It was a blessing and a curse really. You got to admire two very attractive men, yet you couldn’t manage much more than bashful nods at times. That didn’t stop them from approaching you however. They were so kind and welcoming, so much so that you took up Sirius’s offer to stay there rather than at the Weasleys. He knew you valued your alone time and got anxious in large groups so he thought you’d appreciate your own room rather than crowding in with the Weasleys. It was all good and well.

Except for how often you found yourself rubbing your thighs together at night to ease some sort of tension. Nothing could stop the wetness that pooled in your underwear at the memory of Sirius clenching his jaw in anger as Snape talked, or the way Remus calmed him down by rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. So once again that night you found yourself with that familiar ache you just didn’t know how to satisfy on your own. Your fingers just weren’t good enough. You got up in a huff to get some water at an attempt to calm down. You slipped down the hallway silently, but the sound of a low moan coming from Sirius’s room stopped you in your tracks. The door was slightly ajar and although you knew you shouldn’t peek in, the dull throbbing of your clit convinced you to stay. You had to stifle your own moan at the sight in front of you. 

Sirius was sitting on the edge of his four poster king sized bed while Remus was on his knees between his legs jacking him off.

“Fuck Pads, how was it already this hard I’ve hardly touched you.”

“It’s not my fault! Blame Y/N with those stupid lips she bites. And her big doe eyes and and- fuck Moony that feels so good.” 

Remus grinned at the chance to tease Sirius.

“Not as good as Y/N would feel though right? Bet you’d love to have her little hands wrapped around your cock huh. Imagine if you got to stretch out her perfect little pussy. She’s so fucking innocent, so pure”

“I wanna ruin her god she’s pretty, but at the same time she’s so precious I don’t wanna taint her. She deserves something more gentle and sweet.”

“You’re certainly smitten aren’t you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck her to the brink of tears. Have you heard that cute little giggle? Imagine what her whines sound like. I just wanna watch as you wrap your big hands round her thro-”

“S’that what you want? You wanna make innocent little Y/N our cockslut. Wanna make her our needy puppy. Wonder how many times we could make her come with just our fingers.”

“Fuck Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah that’s right love, cum to the picture of fucking her mercilessly, her nails scratching down your back cause you’re fucking her so hard.”

You watched Sirius shudder while Remus’s face lit up in victory. You decided it was best to leave before they were no longer distracted. 

Well, that certainly didn’t make you any less riled up. Looks like they wanted you as much as you wanted them. You knew you’d have to put your shyness aside, but how on earth do you talk to someone about that. Yes, hello I find you two super hot and I’d just love it if you’d degrade me and throw me around thank you so much. Frankly you never knew you wanted that yourself until you heard the words fall from their lips with ease. You put your plan in motion as you traveled back to your room, praying it would work.

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You were giddy when you woke up, anxious for the day that awaited you. You decided to wear a shirt that Remus had once complimented, suddenly much more aware of how it complimented your chest. You paired it with your shortest skirt and thigh high socks. You turned around and shoulder checked to appreciate yourself, knowing if you bent over too much anyone could see the white lace thong you had underneath.

You knew the order meeting was starting earlier than usual so you pranced down the stairs and were met with a dumbstruck Ron and Ginny.

“Blimey Y/N, who are you trying to shag?” He was instantly met with a slap by Ginny.

“Shut it Ron, don’t talk about Y/N like that you git. You look adorable.” She reassured.

You smiled sweetly at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Gin, I’m gonna go get breakfast now.”

You swear you saw Remus and Sirius give a double take when you entered the kitchen. Pleased your plan was going well you continued into the next phase and sat between Fred and George casually as if your heart wasn’t racing a million miles an hour. Any laugh that the twins could pull from your lips were met with a hard stare from Sirius and Remus. Normally Remus could keep a calm disposition but you could notice the look of contempt in his eyes as his hand clenched the edge of the table. 

 You pushed your chair back and made your way to the sink. 

“Here Molly, let me help you clean up.”

“Thank you dear, you can just grab the dishes from the table love.” 

You made your way round the table and once you reached where your two admirers were you squeezed between them and bent over to grab the last plate, feeling your skirt ride up high enough to gain a sharp intake of breath from Sirius. 

“Sorry, it was just easier to get it this way.” 

You smiled to yourself as you helped Molly finish cleaning. Everything cycled out and everyone rearranged where they sat as they tidied up before the meeting began. You were thrilled at the chance to sit between Remus and Sirius now that everyone had moved. You leaned forward so you could rest your chin on your hand as Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke of the newest updates happening within the ministry. Fred and George would sometimes try to throw you off by making funny faces, but they were met by a hard glare by Remus which instantly simmered them down, while Sirius placed his arm around the back of your chair in a possessive manner. Welp, now was as good a time as ever to test the waters. You leaned back into your chair and crossed one leg over the other so your foot would brush against Sirius’s calf. He passed a glance, and you took a deep breath and moved it up and down his leg. You smirked at how you saw his hands clench and that spurred you on to lightly place your hand on Remus’s thigh.

“Y/N love, what are you doing exactly” Remus’s voice was shaky, like he was holding back.

Time to ice the cake.

“Nothing Remmy, I’m just being innocent little Y/N.”

Sirius’s head swerved at that one and you couldn’t help but notice the growing tent in his trousers.

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It took forever for everyone to leave after the meeting. It took even longer to convince Molly that you were fine to stay here rather than go back to the burrow.

“Alright Y/N if you’re sure, but you know how to reach me if you need anything at all right?”

“Of course Molly.”

If she knew what you wanted these two men to do to you she would be dragging you by the ear out the door. But finally, finally she left.

Leaving you alone with two straight faced men whose expressions were unreadable. Remus was the first to break the silence. 

“Y/N, did you over hear our conversation last night”

You nodded, but Sirius wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, you’re gonna answer out loud for us pretty girl. You don’t get to tease us the way you do then act all shy now.”

“Yes, I heard.”

Remus returned to questioning you. “Yeah, and did you like what you heard?”

“I- I did.”

“Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl” Sirius chortled, “wish I would have known sooner.”

“I’m not naughty!”

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?”

“Cause I wanna be your good girl, please make me your good girl.”

Remus was hypnotised by the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips looking up at him.

“Shhh we’ve got you puppy, we just thought you’d want something more gentle.”

“No Remmy, I want you.”

“You can have me darling, let's go upstairs.”

He offered his hand to you and you took it eagerly, and began your journey upstairs, earning a chuckle from Sirius as you snatched his hand too on the way. As soon as you entered they had their hands on you, Sirius had you pressed against Remus as he was kissing your neck. 

“You sure you want this love?”

“Please Siri.”

“Alright pup, safe word is red okay? Any point you feel uncomfortable you tell us and we’ll stop immediately. Can you say it for me?” 

“Red.”

“Good girl,” Remus praised “Here, let's take all this off since it’s not covering much anyway.”

You nodded and lifted your arms for Remus while Sirius got on his knees to take off your skirt. He debated leaving the socks on, but he wanted you to feel every single thing so he took them off. Now last, but certainly not least. 

“As cute as these panties are, they're only in my way, can I take these off precious?”

“M Hmm.”

Remus was quite content to take off your bra and massage your breasts and nibble across your shoulders while Sirius continued his attempts to draw dirty words from your clean mouth.

“Baby, your pussy is so wet right now. Can I touch it, love?”

You spread your legs further for him as an invitation.

“Not here, our precious girl deserves to be comfy on the bed.” 

Remus sat against the headboard and motioned for you to follow suit between his thighs.

You practically skipped there, so excited for what was about to happen. You sat down with a quick plop and wiggled your hips to get more comfy, eyes wide as Sirius crawled up from the end of the bed to push your legs apart and gently trace your inner thighs with his forefinger.

“Tell me pup, have you ever touched yourself?”

You nodded bashfully, which Remus did not enjoy apparently as he lightly slapped your thigh with one hand while the other grabbed hold of your jaw to force your eyes onto Sirius fully.

“What did we say about speaking out loud pup, be a good girl.”

“Sorry Remmy, I got embarrassed, I do touch myself Siri”

Sirius grinned, “What makes you touch yourself sweet girl.”

“You, you and Moony do.” He relished in the whine that escaped your lips as he finally made contact with your aching clit, clearly he liked that answer.

“What do you imagine us doing to you pup.”

You moaned as his pace quickened. “Anything, anything you want.”

That’s when his tongue made contact on your clit instead. You jolted at the sudden change, but Remus was quick to hold you down.

“That feel good, sweetheart? I love Siri’s tongue too.” 

You could only throw your head back and mewl as Sirius’s tongue flicked faster and he added a finger to the mix, completely enthralled with how your entrance clenched around it desperately.

“Pads I think our pretty girl is gonna cum keep going. Has anyone ever made you feel this good puppy? Fred or George couldn’t make you feel like this could they?”

“No- no Remmy.”

“Wait till I get my turn love, go on and cum so I can make my pretty girl feel good too.”

Even Sirius’s tight grip on your thigh couldn’t keep you tethered as you released on his face. Bliss like you had never known overtook and it’s like you were hyper aware of every touch, every breath of theirs that fanned across your body, and every kiss that Remus awarded you with for being your lovely self.

And you couldn’t get enough of it.

Neither could Sirius as he leaned back to take in the view of the masterpiece he created. He loved how you had squirmed under his touch as he continued to thrust his fingers eagerly. 

He was feeling benevolent though and pulled out. Instead he took a firm grasp on your hair and pulled you on your hands and knees so you were eyelevel with his throbbing cock. 

Remus placed a couple of smacks on your ass now that it was exposed for him.

“What do you say to Pads for making you feel so good?”

Sirius wondered if you were aware how cute you looked with your owlish eyes oggling his long member.

“Thank you, Siri.”

“That’s right Puppy, now how about you return the favor.”

You just nodded obediently and stuck out your tongue, which only made Sirius growl even louder as he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat but found yourself gagging at the surprise feeling of Remus’s head rubbing up and down your slick folds.

You arched your back and whimpered around Sirius’s cock and Remus got the message loud and clear. Slowly he inched his way inside groaning when your wet heat enveloped him completely. Once you were used to the feeling you wiggled your hips as a signal so he could move. The slow powerful thrusts of Remus made Sirius thrust through your perfect lips even faster at how the vibrations you emitted felt around his cock. His grip on your hair got even tighter.

“Fuck you feel so good puppy, such a good girl taking such good care of us. I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face, want me to cum all over your face, sweet girl?”

At the sound of your desperate whining he gave your face a few rough pats and yanked your head back. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stuck your tongue out waiting patiently while he stroked his dick furiously. Finally he released on your face, but before you got the chance to think he was licking it up with wide stripes across your face before moving to kiss Remus. You glanced over your shoulder at the two most beautiful men you’d ever been blessed to see, and moaned as their teeth clashed in a hungry and needy kiss. They stopped in a pant and had their foreheads pressed together, grinning at your demands.

“Moony I think our good little puppy wants more attention.”

“Aw, is that so my needy angel. I can fix that for you.”

Quicker than you could count he had you flipped on your back and started fucking into you ruthlessly. His movements were filled with so much determination that every thrust was pushing you to the end of the bed until your back was hanging off the edge. He grabbed hold of your legs and swung them both over your shoulders so he could reach even newer sensitive spots inside you, completely captivated by how freely your tits bounced in this position.

“Rem- Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“No you’re not, you be our good girl and hold on a little longer.”

“Please I can’t take it.”

“If you wanna cum you beg for it then, since you can’t wait.”

“Please please, let me be your good girl, please let me cum you make me feel so good please.”

“Hear that Pads? Imagine if someone heard pure little Y/N acting as our desperate puppy. Okay darling you go ahead and make a mess on my cock baby.”

A wave of euphoria rushed over you as you hung there and took every slam that came your way. The bliss however quickly became too much as your legs wriggled to find your escape from his strong grasp. He just grunted and let you slide into a heap on the floor. He swept to the side of the bed and around to where you were and hoisted you back on the bed so you were on your stomach and your legs hung off the edge. He pressed his hand to your back to firmly hold you in place.

“Angel you begged for this, now you’re gonna take it, yeah?”

He returned to his prior animalistic pace that summoned tears to roll down your cheeks. 

Sirius started petting your head lovingly “It’s okay love, you’re being such a good girl for Moony and I. You look so gorgeous with those tears all fucked out.”

He continued to comfort you and press kisses to your hairline until finally Remus reached satisfaction with his brutal attack on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m gonna cum”

He pulled out swiftly and his hips found their way to Sirius’s hungry lips. It was such a beautiful sight, but your voice made and audible whine before you could control yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, thought you wanted me to stop.”

“Wanted your cum, wanted you to cum in me Remmy.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to make that happen precious girl.”

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Hmmm yeah I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope y’all enjoy my lovelies <3

@thotbutpurple @quindolyn @sunny-bunnny

#harry potter smut #smut #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirus black smut #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #marauders #wolfstar #poly wolfstar #wolfstar smut #poly smut #wolfstar x reader

[five-rivers]

While You Still Can

For Ectober Day 2: Scream

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Warnings: Accidental self-injury, repeated injury, minor blood, muteness.

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The first time Danny got laryngitis was the day after returning from the bad future. He’d been a bit of a baby about it, too, because not being able to communicate effectively while already feeling like garbage and being depressed wasn’t great. Jazz had been very understanding about it all.

He got it again the next time he used the Ghostly Wail, and resigned himself to the inconvenient side effect. The Wail was sort of a last resort power to begin with, since it drained so much of his energy and left him vulnerable. He hoped that with time and practice it would get better.

He hoped in vain.

The day after Tucker's resignation from the student body presidential race, Danny, Sam, and Tucker splayed, exhausted and still slightly sandy, in Sam's basement. They'd settled on watching a nature documentary at some point, although none of them were really paying attention to it.

Tucker sighed heavily and readjusted himself so that his legs hung over the arm of the loveseat he’d commandeered. “So, I’m tied with Danny for most frequently possessed,” said Tucker.

“Seems like it,” said Sam, lazily twitching her foot to kick Tucker’s. “Unless mind control doesn’t count as being possessed.”

“Ugh. I hate this. Do you think we should try to practice throwing off overshadowing again? I hate that, too.”

“Dunno. Danny, do you think that would do any good?”

Danny, because he had the attention span of a caffeinated squirrel, tried to answer verbally. This was painful and did not work well.

The sound from the documentary briefly dissolved into something that wasn’t quite static. All three teens sat up, straight and wary of any ghostly intruders.

Danny’s ghost sense did not go off. Danny, who hadn’t been looking forward to how his ghost sense would feel against his abused throat, sighed in relief.

“Wait,” said Sam, “the static- Danny, was that you?”

Danny shrugged. If it was, it wasn’t on purpose.

“Maybe… Can you try to talk again?”

That would hurt. He made a face.

“I know,” said Sam. “But if it was you, don’t you want to know?”

“Could be the start of a new ghost power,” said Tucker, lying back down.

Danny rolled his eyes, but once again tried to speak. Once again, the sound of the documentary cut out, replaced by something else. Something that wasn’t words, but also wasn’t just random noise.

“Weird,” said Tucker. “So. New power, I guess. Do you think you’ll be able to do that without your voice gone?”

Danny shrugged. It wasn’t like these things came with a guidebook. Also, this didn’t seem particularly useful for anything except getting his friends’ attention when he was temporarily mute.

“I wonder if it works on recordings,” mused Tucker. “It’d be useful for making sure no one catches you transforming on film.”

Ah. That was true.

“We’d have to test it,” said Sam.

Danny dropped back onto the floor. He didn’t want to do anything today.

“Later?” suggested Sam. “Maybe once your voice is back?”

Danny gave her a thumbs up.

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Danny’s voice came back the next day, as usual. Trying to mess with audio electronics had no effect, so they sort of forgot about it and ignored it. It wasn’t important.

They didn’t think it was important.

Danny kept using his Ghostly Wail as a trump card. His voice always took a vacation afterwards, but never for too long. Never long enough for Danny to worry. His parents were making noises about bringing Danny to the doctor, maybe a throat specialist. But they were ridiculously easy to distract.

Everything was normal. Everything was fine.

Until Technus came by with a massive upgrade, courtesy of Vlad, Danny suspected, and Danny had to use his wail twice in a row.

He managed to cap the thermos before he doubled over, coughing. Blood speckled the asphalt below him. Which was disturbing for a number of reasons, not least of which being that he was in ghost form, and shouldn’t be bleeding red at all.

He heard a gasp, and twisted in a way that probably would have broken a normal, human spine.

Sam and Tucker were looking at him with a great deal of consternation and worry.

“Dude…” said Tucker, softly.

Danny winced, and his rings flickered.

“Don’t do that now,” said Sam, scoldingly. “Shoot. We need to get you to Frostbite or something. That’s- Oh my gosh. Frick.”

Danny grimaced. They’d seen him more beaten up, but this amount of blood from the mouth probably was a more disturbing image than bruises and random cuts.

His rings flickered again.

Tucker swallowed hard. “We’ve gotta… Um. Somewhere to transform. Yeah.”

“Alley,” said Sam, pushing.

Danny let go of his transformation as soon as he was out of sight, and leaned against Tucker. He was so incredibly tired. He coughed, lightly, and more blood dribbled from his mouth.

“Oh, gross,” complained Tucker. “Are you, ah, jeeze, you’re not okay.”

No joke.

“Frostbite,” said Sam. “Danny, you up to- What am I saying, of course you’re not. Tucker, you’re going to have to drive.”

“Uh,” started Tucker.

“Since I’m going to be dealing with first aid stuff.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah, I can drive.”

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Danny wheezed as Tucker made another wrong turn and almost plowed them into a half-melted wall. Sure, the Speeder could phase through just about anything here, but that ‘just about’ was a significant concern.

Plus, going too far that way would put a lot of extra time on their journey. Like. A lot. Some kind of fourth spacial dimension nonsense.

“Sorry!” said Tucker. “Did your parents update the controls or something?”

They had, but Danny couldn’t exactly explain how at the moment. He shrugged.

Eventually, they did arrive at the Far Frozen. The yetis took one look at Danny’s pale face and the blood dripping down his chin and rushed him away to their hospital. Frostbite arrived, and the next hour or so was a whirlwind of tests and scans, particularly of his neck and throat.

They… looked worried. Which made Danny worried.

They gave him good painkillers, though, and lying on the ice bed did wonders for his tension.

Frostbite came back. “Great One,” said Frostbite. He settled himself, fur shifting. “Your Wail is an amazing power. From our scans of your core, it looks like you are also going to develop other vocal powers.” He paused. The silence stretched long and deep. Normally, Danny would have tried to fill it. “But,” said Frostbite, finally, “those powers are not compatible with your human vocal cords. Using them damages your human vocal cords.”

Danny nodded.

“Your ghost half will replace them,” said Frostbite, “but they… they would not be at all the same.”

Danny tilted his head.

“You are probably confused, because you speak in your ghost form, but the structures are very different. You… You would be unlikely to be able to communicate in a way humans would understand, without significant practice. Not while you were in your human form.”

That… didn’t make sense. He communicated with people now. Frostbite and the other ghosts communicated just fine.

“It’s just the type of ghost you are,” said Frostbite. “You are… powerful, Great One, bound to a powerful and painful path. I am sorry for that.”

There was something so pained and apologetic in Frostbite’s tone that Danny started shaking his head. He hardly knew what he was saying, and he still couldn’t help but reject it.

“I am sorry, Great One,” said Frostbite, “but if you keep using your Ghostly Wail, your human half will become mute.”

Frostbite knew, then, just like Danny knew. Danny wouldn’t be able to stop using his wail. Not while people were in danger. He couldn’t abandon people he could save.

Tears collected in the corners of his eyes.

It made him want to scream.

(While he still could.)

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt trick #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectober 2021 #ectober #fic #fanfic #ectober day 2: scream

[hannahhasnofriends]

two people one bed | dream

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summary: famous bed sharing trope!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this fic was weird to write bc i normally write that the character calls him clay but with the setting it didn't seem right lmao – also psa, i have very little knowledge about constellations but i thought it was cute so i left it in lol

many members from the dsmp decided to take a road trip together (yes they clowned on dream the whole time)

it was a week long trip and it was finally the last day! you'd went cross country, stopping at a few different airbnbs along the way

and at this point, you were kind of over it😐don't get me wrong, it'd been an amazing trip, but you'd had little to no alone time in a week and you were just relieved to be going home after this

until you saw the last house, where someone had to share a bed.... and you and dream had just happened to pull out the two shortest straws…

‘Damn it.’ You mentally rolled your eyes, of course you’d end up the one to share a bed on the last day. You’d been driving all day and considering it was only one night, you had no mental energy to argue over sharing. Dream didn’t even seem phased at the fact, honestly you almost felt bad about how annoyed you were with everyone with how nice he’d been about it all. But he was always like this, he was always kind to you.

That was until you rolled over for the hundredth time that night. The space between the pillow wall you'd built and the edge of the bed was seeming to get smaller and smaller as the night went on. Even though the air was thick in the room, your feet were cold from Dream hogging the blanket and the bed would shake every few minutes from his constant movement. You could tell he was awake even though he was staying silent, and you tried your hardest not to let out an annoyed huff.

Finally, he shifted to peer over the pillow wall. In the dark you could still make out his green eyes and fluffy hair.

"You awake?" He whispered. You groaned internally, literally why does this man want to have a conversation now?

"No."

"Oh come on now, you can't say that and be asleep. I cant't sleep. We should do something." He shifted again so his forearms were leaning against the wall, basically destroying it.

"We are doing something. It's called trying to sleep so we can wake up at a good hour and go home." You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

"It's only like 1 in the morning, we have plenty of time to sleep. Come on.. please, it'll be fun." Whatever, fine, maybe he'll actually calm the fuck down after this.

"Fine. What the hell can we even do right now." You opened your eyes up again, staring at the ceiling.

"We can go for a drive?" You can hear the smile in his voice. This man's love for driving was absurd.

"Uh how about no? We've literally been in the car all day and I'd rather not go back until we have to." You finally turned to face him, he wore a lopsided grin and a crooked pajama shirt. Cute.

"Fine, fine. How about we just go for a walk, yeah?" You grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing the hoodie you left on the floor. No way in hell were you changing for this, it was bad enough you were even indulging in it.

“Alright,” He grinned in your direction, slipping a pair of shoes on. “We can walk to that clearing with the little pond we saw on our way here, it's not far."

"That's fine but can we please not be out forever? I'm serious about getting sleep." You recalled the place he was talking about, it was pretty over there. Plus, you were pretty sure you could see the stars tonight.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, yeah grumpy. Let's go and be quiet, I don't want to wake anyone."

"Didn't seem to mind waking me up." You rolled your eyes, the audacity.

"Not my fault you got stuck sharing with me." He elbowed your side lightly.

You decided to keep quiet after that, slipping out of the airbnb. It wasn't cold, but there was enough chill to make goosebumps rise on your skin.

The walk there was silent, both of you just taking in the scenery. Your mind was replaying all your favorite moments from the past week, sure you were tired and ready to sleep in your own bed, but you were grateful for the people around you and how happy you'd been the past 6 days. Dream had invited you to come along almost last minute compared to everyone else. He had messaged you one night and told you he was paying for everything and would be happy if you came, and who could say no to that?

"What? What is it?" Dream had his eyes on you as you came to a stop, reaching your destination. "What's with the smile, I thought you were grumpy."

"Shut up. I'm just thinking about the past week. I had a really good time, I'm really glad I came, thank you for inviting me." You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed put.

Dream hummed, "Me too. Honestly I thought you were gonna say no when I asked you." He chuckled as his arm raised to the back of neck, scratching slightly.

"Really? What makes you say that?" Your nose scrunched slightly, you guys had always had a good relationship, you always enjoyed hanging out with him.

"I don't know! I guess I thought you wouldn't want to spend that much time with me." He was smiling, but you could tell he was being serious.

You frowned, "I'd never say no to something like this. I know I'm 'grumpy' or whatever but I seriously like spending time with you, all of you."

"Thanks, I like spending time with you too." He turned to face you, but you tilted your head up, getting a good look at the stars. Your heart softened at his words, he really was a good man.

There was a moment of silence before you spoke up again, "Do you know any constellations?"

"Uh, I can find Leo probably." His head tilted up to match yours and you snorted.

"Of course you can." You smiled and shook your head, typical Leos.

"Oh, there it is, here look." His finger pointed up at the sky, your eyes following where it led.

"There?" You asked, raising your own finger. Dream shifted behind you, close enough to feel his breath on your neck. He hooked his hand on yours and moved your finger up slightly, "Here." He murmured. His skin was soft against yours, you felt his heartbeat on your back and you could smell his aroma.

Neither of you moved, you could feel him turn his head to look at you. Your cheeks heated and you slowly lowered both your hands. You tilted your head to meet his eyes, your noses were barely touching. The beating in your chest grew faster and your mind whirled as you saw him lean in, just so slightly.

You pulled away and turned around quickly, "We should get back." You cleared your throat. Your palms were still sweating, but for a second your thoughts went blank.

"Um, yeah sure." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started his way back to the airbnb. You stood there for a moment before following after him.

What the actual fuck just happened. You were going to kiss him? Or was he going to kiss you? None of that even matters since you'd just rejected him. You cursed yourself as you kept trudging on.

This whole thing was a hot mess, it wasn't like you didn't like him, it was just you'd never thought about it before. Sure, you'd flirt with him in call or make dumb suggestive jokes, but you'd always assure yourself there was nothing underlying there. They were just jokes.

But now you couldn't stop thinking about it, his soft skin against yours, his heartbeat, the way his eyes looked so intensely into your own. Your brain kept repeating it over and over again, it made you sick.

By the time you reached the airbnb again, you began to hate how you yearned to be touched by him again. That, ok fine, you did want him to kiss you but you chickened out. He didn't help by holding the door open for you when sneaking back inside. You mumbled a thanks, not daring to look at him. You could still feel him behind you as you tiptoed back to your room, which you just conveniently forgot you had to share.

You got situated as fast as you could, climbing back into the bed, holding your breath as you went. You waited to feel the dip in the bed signally him coming to lay next to you. When it didn't come, you peeked at his side, he stood there gathering a pillow and his phone before turning to leave. Your heartbeat sped up again.

"Clay," You sat up before you could stop yourself. "Wait, can- can you stay. Please." Your voice wobbled, but the moments back at the clearing kept playing again and you couldn't just sit there anymore.

He turned around shifting his feet, "Yeah, yeah sure." His eyes seemed to soften at the expression on your face.

Your hand swiped at the pillow wall, this time completely dismantling it and you lied back down. You felt the weight shift as he settled next to you, your breath was still shaky. He lied down facing you, eyes searching your face.

"Hi." You whisper, nerves come rushing back now that he's here again.

"Hi." He chuckles and smiles softly. His eyes are still searching your face, he looks uncertain.

"I– Well I–"

"Listen, don't worry about it. I was dumb I don't even know what I was thinking. We can just forget it." He interrupts you, his eyes darting down and cheeks flushing.

"That's not what I was gonna say." You faltered. He stares quizzically, silently asking you to continue. "Well I-I first wanted to apologize, I was a dick back there. And um.."

The words taper off, lost. You feel his gaze bore into your face, he tentatively raised his arm from inside the covers, hooking your chin with a finger.

"It's ok." He whispers affirmatively. The consequences are instant, your nerves slow and you can only focus on how close he is. His eyes find yours, and he no longer seems uncertain. "Can I kiss you?"

You can only nod, so sure of your decision.

And he does.

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yeah can I get uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh ONE Heisendad and the Lords reaction to the magnet baby?

ONE TIRED METAL MAN AND FRIED ANNOYING PEOPLE COMING RIGHT UP!

did you thought that waking up at unholy hours of the night to pacify a wailing infant was bad? OOOH HOOOOOONEY~ that was just a prelude

the moment this child is in the middle of the horrid "I have no idea what this green thing is but imma eat it!" phase and the terrible moment when an infant realize that "yoooo! I have like LEGS? that I can use to move around"? That's IT, you are in for the worst

You two are equally stressed out at this point, this kid has too much curiosity in that tiny body and is constantly trying to go places they shouldn't be or touching things they are not supposed to

Like the lycans or the varcolacs

Not only Karl is growing paranoid of Miranda and the idea of her taking your child if they prove to be of use to her plans

Now that the cat is out of the bag, he has to deal with Angie trying to play with this fragile tiny human, Donna asking the reader if she can just...have the baby for a bit to try on some clothes, Alcina who now has decided to make him suffer even more

"Oh, sweet Y/N...you know that my home is always open to you and your little one, right? If you need a place to stay and be away from the mortal trap this animal calls home, I will welcome you both with open arms"

"CAN YOU NOT? We are perfectly fine in our place, I don't want those things you call daughters, touching MY child"

Moreau seems to be the most chill one, he's quick to learn how to hold a baby, and due to his height, the kiddo finds it easier to grab Sal's hand and try to walk, key word, TRY

Maybe is not that big of a surprise that the kid is intimidated by Dimitrescu, for a normal sized adult, she's tall...for the little one she's just ginormous

the first steps of the kid are not even seen by you or Karl, both working hard to babyproof the living quarters and clear the entire entrance of anything that might hurt and/or kill your child

the Duke is the one to witness the whole thing

from the elevator, he hears the telltale of young innocent laughter, slowly the stompy steps of a child and finally the child of the hour, one tiny hand using the wall as a crutch

"Well...if it isn't the Heir of the Heisenberg house, how can I help such a young patron today?"

the kid has been held many times by the large man, so they light up upon hearing the familiar voice, squealing in delight and letting go of the wall to run up to him

By the time the reader notices that you can't hear your child, is been a good while "Heis...why can't I hear the baby playing?"

You two start a wild goose chase through the factory and the outside, but there are no tiny footprints, thankfully there's no blood or torn clothes

Heisenberg is the one to find the kid with the Duke, the little rugrat babbling like crazy while the merchant nods and answers with whatever comes to mind

he suddenly feels his age crashing down on him, a child just made him feel the fear and terror he makes the villagers feel, and it emotionally hurts

looking at his kid from here, he can see that nothing is missing, there's no blood anywhere, their clothes are clean and so are they

then it clicks, the knees on the overalls are CLEAN, which means that the kid didn't crawled...his child walked all the from the living area

...neither of you saw the kid give their first steps

Karl grunts and picks up his kid, who smiles and claps when dad is there "I'll pay whatever ridiculous prize you want but you won't tell Y/N or anyone that my kid walked all the way here, deal"

"Of course, I would expect no less from you Lord Heisenberg, you know everything I have to offer has a prize, that includes my silence"

later, Karl fakes amazement when you both see your kid get up and give their "first" unstable steps

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