#please look at how jay bounces in the second gif lol

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: ghostface! park jongseong x f! reader

warnings: murder + blood + knives + hard noncon + graphic imagery + death + manipulation + virginity + um so basically he kinda kills you…

💌: listening to helena by misfits n had a ghostface! jay thought bc of the lyrics “if i cut off your arms and cut off your legs would you still love me anyway?”

everyone knows jay because he’s the perfect guy. he’s a dedicated student and perfect son.. it also helps that he’s super hot! but what caught your attention was how much of a sweetheart he is to you in particular. sure he’s always nice, but something about the tenderness of how he speaks to you makes you dizzy. it’s almost like he’s talking to a cornered prey animal that he’s about to rip apart.

when the two of you get together, jay’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for! he never pressures you into having sex with him when you shy away and tell him “no.” he’s always doting on you and making sure you’re taken care of, sparing no expense to make you happy. you like to think he fell first but you fell harder, entrusting him with your heart and, without even knowing it, your life too.

you never would’ve guessed that your jay is a murderer and strokes his cock while picturing your bloodied body, cumming to the thought of you bouncing on his cock while he has a knife at your throat, deep moans escaping him when he imagines the blood running down your throat and making a mess of your perfect tits that you never let him touch, or even see.

jay has always promised to protect you, but his fantasies are too much for him, and this time he couldn’t resist giving in to temptation. it seems as though killing random strangers isnt enough.

so he slips his mask on and grabs his favorite knife, the one he daydreams about gutting you with, and makes his way to your house, his cock throbbing when he notices that your curtains are open and you’re changing without a care in the world, a pretty lace bra shielding your tits from his view.

it doesn’t matter though, pretty soon you won’t have a choice but to let him ravage you and fuck your virgin holes for the first time.

you’re so innocent, such a fucking airhead that jay almost feels bad taking advantage of you like this, but he knows it’ll all be worth it when he’s ballsdeep inside of you.

he wastes no time breaking into your house and entering your room as quietly as possible, using his full strength to pin you to the bed beneath him, ass up and your face pressed into the stuffed animals that jay gifted you.

you squirm and struggle until he pulls out his knife and drags it along your cheek, breathing shallowly while you blink back tears from the fear coursing through your veins, asking the intruder what he wants from you.

“isn’t it obvious?” he taunts, and you can hear his smirk, gasping in surprise when he pulls away slightly and uses the blade to ripe your panties, pressing his clothed cock to your pretty cunt.

tears are streaming down your cheeks now and you know it’s pointless trying to fight him off, trying to find your voice and beg him to stop.

jay’s already working on stripping you of your shirt and flipping you over before you can say anything, but he freezes for a second when he hears your broken voice.

“please don’t, sir.” you whimper, voice cracking as you continue. “i’ve never done this before, please don’t do this..”

you expect him to have mercy but instead he moans before pulling his pants off and freeing his cock, grinding his thick length against you, pawing at your tits and pinching your nipples until you begin meet his shallow thrusts, pussy growing wetter as he keeps his teasing pace.

you look down, where his cock rests against your cunt and jay laughs at your reaction. “sir, you’re too big! it won’t fit, please don’t! i don’t want this,” you sob, “anything but this..”

jay strokes your cheek affectionately, “shhh, ‘s okay. i’ll make it fit.. and it’s gonna fucking hurt, little one.”

that’s all he says before pushing his cock past your tight entrance, gritting his teeth as your hole immediately sucks him in. he doesn’t sheathe his cock inside fully, deciding to wait until you’ve stopped wailing first.

“fuck, it hurts! you’re so deep inside, please pull it out. i can’t take it”

jay’s so pussydrunk he cant be bothered to reply, instead keeping his gaze intently on your pretty little face while forcing the rest of his length inside, breaking your hymen in the process and blowing his load when you scream in pain, his chest heaving as he tries to collect himself.

“that’s it, i knew you could do it, princess. you were made to take my cock, to be my personal cumdump. god, i fucking love you.” is all you hear before he slices your soft flesh with the knife you forgot about, alternating between shallow cuts and deep gashes, ripping the mask off his face and running his fingers along trails your blood, bringing them to his lips and slipping them inside his mouth.

you see pleasure written all over your boyfriend’s face the more he mutilates you, and can feel as another load of his thick cum floods your womb when the blade pierces your stomach, choking on your own blood as your vision grows darker.

#♡.the honeypot #this is intense im sorry #got a new cart and its makin me THINK #park jongseong #enhypen #park jongseong smut #park sunghoon x reader #park jongseong x reader smut #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader smut

[callsignmuse]

THE MYTHIC BITCHES

Season 2, Episode 3 - Gypsy Soul

Cast: Sadie “Siren” Matthews, Bailey “Muse” Thompson, Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote

Introducing: Jade “Gypsy” Stevens

Warning: 

Summary: Coyote meets a Gypsy

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace:

Coyote had dragged Bailey and I out to try to cheer her up. Rooster had been gone a couple of weeks now and she rarely left her room. They were on the rocky road to mending. They slept on a video call every night but she still held anger and pain within her. She essentially crumbled the second he had left her sight. The Hard Deck was incredibly busy tonight. I set another shot glass full of tequila in front of Bailey as she mumbled a gruff thank you. 

Coyote had been in another dimension it seemed for the past thirty minutes. I was trying to find what exactly he was so captured by and then I spotted her. She seemed familiar to me but I couldn’t place her name. 

“B, who is that?” I asked and pointed in her direction. Bailey sat up straight and squinted her eyes trying to see through the haze. 

“Gypsy.” She simply answered. 

“That’s Gypsy?!” I clarified and Muse shook her head yes. 

“She was in our class remember. She’s actually pretty damn good.” Bailey slurred. I chuckled at her but she deserved the night to forget just how much she was trying to heal from Bradley’s misguided approach. Jake already knew if he tried some shit like that he would end up in the ground. 

Now that I saw her cat like eyes I did remember her and she was in fact gifted behind the controls. She had warned that name Gypsy for many reasons one being what was in her hands, tarot cards. She was into astrology, tarot and anything else metaphysical. She was the complete opposite of The Mythics meaning she was actually a gentle person. I never heard her raise her voice to assert herself. 

Coyote was practically drooling when he saw her smile as a Fleetwood Mac song played over the jukebox. She swayed back and forth as she carefully sipped her beer in her hands. 

“You should talk to her.” I suggested. 

“Me? No I - I couldn’t!” He panicked. 

“Too bad.. Hey Gypsy!” I hollered over the music. She made a questionable face and headed out way anyway. Coyote freaked out beside me making Bailey laugh. 

“Jay, please breathe. You look like you’re in G-Loc.” Muse teased. 

Gypsy arrived at the table with the familiar bounce to her step. 

“What’s up guys?” She asked with a smile as she greeted me and Bailey. She hadn’t noticed Coyote yet. He on the other hand was shaking like a leaf. 

“You want a reading?” She offered. I politely declined. It’s not that I didn’t think she could get an accurate read on me I just didn’t think now would be the best time. I had to supper Coyote not steal his thunder. 

“Don’t think I’ll remember mine.” Bailey hiccuped. Gypsy giggled softly. 

“And what about you handsome?” She finally turned to face Javy. “Care to know your fate..” her voice trailed off slowly. The realization dawned on me, she didn’t know his name! 

“Coyote… and yes ma'am I would love it if you could read your card things for me.” He stuttered. God he looked like he would fall over and die right then and there. I couldn’t even step in to save him it was all happening too fast. 

“Relax aviator I won’t bite.” She smirked. 

“I might.” Coyote practically purred and then clamped his mouth shut covering it with his hands. His eyes were wider than I’d ever seen as he realized what he said out loud. 

Gypsy threw her head back and the whole bar was filled with her laughter. It was strong, yet reserved. It made you want to join in. The look on Coyotes face said it all. His smile was the one I’ve seen Siren give Bob. It was the one Bailey held on to when Rooster kissed her forehead. It was definitely the smile I got when Jake called me beautiful. 

Our boy was hooked. That only meant one thing, I had to help him get her. And we would have to induct her into The Mythics. 

“Where’s Siren?” Gypsy wondered. 

“She wasn’t feeling well so she stayed home.” 

“What a shame! Oh well tell her I said hey! I’m off for the night but it was nice to meet you Coyote.” The say she said his name made him nearly fall to the floor. 

“By-bye Gypsy.” He clumsily said. 

“Smooth.” Bailey quipped once she was out of ears shot. 

Coyote groaned. 

“It’s fine Coyote, you just made yourself my new mission.” I said proudly. 

“I should’ve left you guys at home.”

[deanstead]

it's her, isn't it?

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Word Count: 643

Warnings: angst

A/N: haven't written pure angst in a while? I wrote this a while back but anyway here it is, sorry for taking so long!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

“I loved you.”

The three words bounced around your empty apartment, as you stared back at Jay Halstead. Most of your effort was used on breathing, on trying to stop your body from shaking as your ex-boyfriend stood in your apartment for the first time since you’d broken up.

You tried to pretend his use of the past tense didn’t affect you the way it did.

“Then why did you let her get in between us?”

It was a simple question but one you’d been dying to ask since before you’d broken up. It wasn’t that Jay had cheated on you, and more than once you’d wondered if you were the problem - were you too jealous? Too sensitive? But what really screwed with your brain was the fact that it wasn’t a fair competition to begin with because how was it fair that you had to compete with someone who’d left him, who’d broken up with him.

Jay didn’t have an answer to your question but he stepped in anyway.

“Y/N… I…”

You knew he didn’t have an answer for you, like how he didn’t have an answer on the day you had broken up and you’d asked him in tears why he’d come to turn your world upside down if he couldn’t forget his ex-girlfriend.

You took a deep breath, before you stepped back again from him. “It’s not fair, Jay. The least you could have done was tell me that I was your rebound. That was the least. But you let me believe you loved me, you let me believe that what we had was real…”

“It was.” Jay paused. “Is. It is, Y/N. That’s what I came here to say.”

You blinked back at him. “You’ve been using past tense since you crossed my door, by the way. I think that speaks for itself.”

Jay stepped forward, shaking his head. “Y/N… I…”

You wanted to step backwards but Jay’s hand was already closing around your wrist. You shook your head. “I can’t do this, Jay. I told you. I…”

It was true, you couldn’t. This hurt too much. You were in no way over him, and having him standing here in your apartment was too fresh, too painful.

“I love you. Please, don’t do this. I…” Jay was interrupted by his phone ringing.

You exhaled, gently pulling your hand back and out of his grasp. It wasn’t unusual for Jay to get a call at this time, and as you heard him tell the other person on the line, “I’ll be right there” you figured maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for him to get pulled onto a case right now. Except for the look on his face as he ended the call.

It was a look you’d seen before.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Jay didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. You could see it written across his face.

You let a small laugh, directed at yourself. Even though you had shown Jay resistance since he’d shown up, you hadn’t been able to help the small bubble of hope in the middle of your chest, which had now exploded in your face. “It’s always been her. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Y/N, no. Listen…”

You shook your head, stepping back and turning away. “Just go, Jay. I told you this when we broke up. You either love me or her. I’m not going to be second choice.”

You held your composure until he left, closing the door behind him before you let the tears fall. Nothing had changed and you were sure it wouldn’t, either. You took a deep breath, before picking yourself up from the ground both literally and figuratively.

You could do this, you could move forward. You would.

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[thebookreader12345]

Memory Lane

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Summary: Y/N gets severely injured on the job, and throughout her time in and out of consciousness, she recalls the memories that she's shared with Adam throughout the years

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of getting shot

Word Count: 1,718 Words

One minute, I was fine. The next, I was on the ground, clutching at my shirt which was stained dark red with blood. It wasn't supposed to go down like this. It was a simple exchange, money for drugs, but everything went sideways when a patrol car intercepted the meeting. That was especially bad news for Adam and I seeing as neither of us had on bullet proof vests.

"Y/N!" Adam shouted and hooked his arms under my armpits before dragging me behind our car. Gunfire echoed around us, but the only thing I was trying to focus on was Adam. "5021 Ida. I need an ambo to the south block of Union. We're in the abandoned lot near the factories. My partner's been shot."

"Copy that 5021 Ida. An ambulance is 3 minutes out," the dispatcher replied.

"Adam," I murmur.

"No, Y/N, don't talk," Adam ordered and pressed his hands onto my wound, which caused me to wince. "Save your strength. Everything's gonna be okay."

"I've been shot in the stomach and I'm lying in a pool of blood," I whisper and clutch Adam's arm. "It's not cool to lie to me when I'm dying."

"Hey, you are not going to die on me. Not here, not now, now ever," Adam said. I nodded as my vision started to blur slightly, and I began to lose my strength. My grip on Adam's forearm loosened and my hand fell slack to the side, hitting the rocky gravel pavement. I could feel my conscious fading away, and it took everything in my power to keep my eyes the slightest bit open. Adam noticed my sudden silence, and when he realized that my eyes were staring to close, his face was flooded with worry. "Keep your eyes open, darling. The ambulance is almost here. You can do it."

I wanted to be strong for Adam, but it was getting hard to stay awake. My brain was begging me to close my eyes and get some rest, and I fought the urge to lose consciousness for as long as I could, but that didn't last forever. I felt my eyes flutter shut, the last thing I saw being Adam's distressed face. It was weird though, being unconscious. Everything was black, and there was no light in sight. That's when the black disappeared though, and suddenly, I was reliving the time Adam and I first met.

Flashback

"Here are the papers you requested Trudy. All 26 of them," I declare and place the stack of papers on the front desk.

"I'm impressed," Trudy confessed. "I didn't think you'd get it done in time."

"Hey, we may be short in the bullpen, but that doesn't mean I can't get my own work done quickly," I say.

"Speaking of being short on people, Al's brining in the new recruit now," Trudy spoke and nodded behind me. I turned around just as Al bounded up the front steps with our new rookie trailing a few steps behind him.

"Hey, Al," I greet my co-worker. "Who's this?"

"Y/N, this is Adam Ruzek. He's going to be our newest team member. And Adam, this is Y/N L/N," Al introduced. "She's one of the members of Intelligence."

"It's nice to meet you," Adam admitted.

"Yeah. You too," I reply.

"So, are you gonna be my partner?" Adam questioned.

I laughed softly. "Sorry, but I'm partnered up with Antonio. You're stuck with Al."

"Oh. Al was telling me about you on the ride over so I just figured..." Adam trailed off, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.

"He's cute. I like him," I tell Al.

Al chuckled. "I figured you would."

"Well, Adam, it was nice meeting you, but I've gotta get back upstairs and finish some more paperwork. Al, would you mind buzzing me up? My print hasn't been working lately," I explain.

"Sure. Ruzek, I need you to stay here and fill out some paperwork with Sergeant Platt. She can let you up when you're done," Al said.

"Got it. Again, it was nice meeting you, Y/N," Adam voiced.

Flashback Ends

When I slightly regained consciousness, my eyes cracked open the tiniest bit, just enough for me to know that I was in an ambulance. I could hear the sirens echoing on the street outside and feel the bounce of the wheels as they drove on the concrete road. I could also feel Adam squeezing my hand as a paramedic tended to my wound. But all of that disappeared in a matter of seconds as I slipped away for the second time that afternoon. This time, I was brought back to our first kiss.

Flashback

"No way! That never happened," I object and laugh.

"Yes it did. I swear. My dad walked in on me and my girlfriend at the time making out," Adam claimed.

"That must've been so embarrassing. I would've hid from my parents for a month if that happened to me," I say.

"Yeah, well, I was a teenager, and they provided me food and shelter, so I couldn't exactly avoid them," Adam joked.

"Well, this is me," I murmur and gesture to the apartment building a few yards up. Adam nodded and pulled to the curb, parking his car to let me out. Just before I could exit the car, Adam stopped me.

"Let me walk you up," Adam spoke and climbed out of the car. I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips, and exited the car. I slung my purse over my shoulder and joined Adam on the sidewalk, and together, the two of us walked up the stairs of my apartment complex and stopped at the front door.

"I had fun tonight," I confess and turn to face Adam. "We should do this again sometime."

Adam nodded. "Definitely. But uh, before I go, there's one more thing I have to do." And with that, Adam leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled against his lips and moved my hands up to cup his cheeks, which caused him to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me closer. I could taste the faintest bit of beer on his lips, and it went surprisingly well with the wine flavor that was still occupying my tongue. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, and I was a bit upset when we pulled away from each other. "I couldn't leave without giving you a goodnight kiss," Adam admitted. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Adam," I reply.

Flashback Ends

This time, when I came to, I was being wheeled into the ER at Chicago Med. I had an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth to help me breathe, but that didn't help much with my labored breathing. Through my squinted eyes, I could make out a few people hovering above me, but I couldn't seem to hear what they were saying. Along with Adam and the paramedics, I saw Dr. Rhodes, who was wheeling my stretcher in the direction of the elevators. I didn't stay conscious for long, and when I drifted off, I was seeing another memory.

Flashback

"Y/N, can we just talk? Please," Adam pleaded. I ignored his pleas from where I was seated on the floor against the bathroom door, and leaned my head back against the wood. Tears fell from my eyes and slid down my cheeks, but I didn't even bother wiping them away. "Y/N? Come on. Let me in."

"I don't want to talk to you right now," I murmur.

"Y/N I..." Adam trailed off for a few seconds. "I'm sorry, okay? I know that it was reckless of me to jump in front of that bullet but-"

"You could've been killed, Adam," I interject.

"But I wasn't," Adam countered. "And I'm not even hurt. The vest stopped the bullet. I'm okay."

"I get that, but what if you weren't?" I propose. "What if the vest didn't protect you? What if you had been seriously hurt? I can't live without you, Adam."

Adam sighed from where he was standing on the other side of the door. "You will never have to live without me. I'm never gonna leave you, Y/N. I love you so much."

My breath got caught in my throat at Adam's words. We had never said 'I love you' to each other before. I sniffled and stood up, using the back of my hand to wipe away the tears that had remained on my cheeks, and then I opened the door. Adam was standing a few feet away from the door, and he looked up when I exited the bathroom. I took a few steps forward and hugged him tightly, burying my face into his shoulder.

"I love you too," I breathe out.

Flashback End

My eyes opened slowly, and I cringed at the brightness of the room, closing my eyes again. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again, blinking a few times to get used to the light. A small groan slipped past my lips as I tried to move to a more comfortable position, and that alerted Adam, who was sleeping in a chair next to my bed, that I was awake. He rubbed his eyes and sat up straighter, his hand automatically gravitating to mine.

"Hey," Adam muttered, his voice laced with sleepiness. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, I hurt everywhere," I reply. "But I think I'll be okay."

"You uh, you had me worried for a bit," Adam confessed and squeezed my hand softly.

"Don't worry. I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon," I admit. "But I do plan on taking every measure to make sure I don't get shot ever again. It hurts like hell."

Adam chuckled. "I will do everything in my power to keep you out of harm's way."

"You know what else you can do? Get me a cup of Jell-O from the cafeteria," I tell him.

"Deal," Adam said and stood up. "But I'm also gonna grab Dr. Rhodes on my way back so that he can check up on you."

"You're the best boyfriend ever," I exclaim. "I love you."

"I love you too," Adam responded and leaned down to peck my lips.

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❛ I'M NOT BULLETPROOF ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Hello, here’s the request all sort out ... could I get a Antonio imagine where the reader is related to someone on the unit? With the prompts (fluff 3/ 7) and also could you make it smut? Thank you once more!

❚❙ PROMPTS: “I just wanted to hear your voice”. / “We can pretend that nothing happened last night, but it did”.

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ WARNINGS: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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“Hey…”

“Antonio?”

Sitting up on your bed tossing away the sheets, you turn on the small lamp somewhat worried. It's too late and his gloomy tone of voice worries you. For Jay, you know it hasn't been a good week in the way of the delicate case they have had in his hands. A guy who used to rape and murder officers, just because he thought they didn't deserve to live. In the academy, the instructors teach you to catch the bad people but not to deal mentally with what they do. Every cop has their own way to confront him. Your brother, for example, likes to play videogames to escape from the world.

“You okay?” Whispering, you curl up your legs to your chest, resting your cheek on them.

“Yeah, just wanted to hear your voice”.

You can't help but draw a shy smile on your lips, feeling your face slightly burning. You can't lie and say that he hasn't attracted you since Jay introduced you. He has always been kind and tender, and more funny than your middle-brother had told you.

Last night you went to dinner after work and he drove you to your house. And no, you weren't expecting him to kiss you, just as he wasn't expecting you to correspond it with something else than a physical attraction. You can assure that you're in love with him, but you know you are falling for him a little more every time Antonio looks at you and smiles for no reason.

“Whe—Where are you?”

“Close to the beach. Walking. Clearing my head”.

Puckering your lips, placing your eyes over the large window in front of your bed, you try to not succumb to a new necessity you didn't know you had.

“Wanna come over…?”

“I'd like it”. The murmur appears after some seconds of silence, racing your heart for an instant.

“'Key, see you now”. Biting your bottom lip to contain a smile, you hang up the call.

You decide to get up from bed, being aware that if you stay there you'll end up falling asleep again. The beach isn't too far from your house, knowing the way to perfection. It's your favorite place to have something for dinner after a long shift in the cafeteria you work in. Taking the advantage to bring some order in your flat, you lose track of time till the knocks on the main door claims your attention.

Accommodating your hair, you lead your bare feet to the entrance not being able to hide the soft smile that curves up the corners of your lips, when you receive him. Antonio looks tired to death, not wasting time to hug you under the door frame. Surrounding his neck with both arms you take a step to hold him closer, being overwhelmed by all the sensations he is transmitting to you in such a simple gesture.

The hug lasts longer than you could think, not being bothered by that, enjoying every second of his warmth wrapping you. Hearing him sigh with his forehead resting over your shoulder, you push some distance between both to let him come inside and close the door after his steps.

“Wanna drink something? I have beer, coke, whisky… Water?”

“No, I'm good”. He just replies, taking off his jacket to hang it on a chair. “Listen… we can pretend that nothing happened last night. But it did. I don't wanna put pressure on you and I know who your brothers are, but… I really like you. I've been thinking about you, about us, the whole day. In my job you know when you start to work, but you don't know if you'll come home and I don't want to lose the opportunity of being with you, of leaving this world knowing… that I've made you happy”.

These words, the desperation in his voice as he is finishing them, leaves you speechless. Your brain is trying to process what Antonio has just said, keeping his trembling hands inside the pocket of his jeans. The first thing you can think about is that you don't care about Jay, nor Will. They only want for you a man who treats you like you deserve. The best of the best. And the man in front of you is it.

“I can leave, if you wan'me to”.

“Wh— no, no, no”. You fastly reply, taking the steps enough to shorten the distance between the two of you, aware that you've spent too many seconds without saying anything, making him doubt that you don't feel exactly like he does. “I… Antonio, I…”

As soon as you understand that you're not able to form a sentence with sense, you simply place your hands on both sides of his neck while standing on your tiptoes, to crash your lips on his. It doesn't take him by surprise, being what he was waiting for more than for a talk. Bending down slightly, he lifts you up to urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The necessity of feeling each other closer and closer is suffocating you, leaving you breathless because of the passion concentrated in the kiss.

Antonio brings you to your room fastly than you can assimilate, falling on the bed when his knees collide with the mattress. The kiss breaks because of the laughs with a sensation of joyful filling up your chests. Helping him with his t-shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, you roll up over his body before attacking his lips again. Biting, sucking and tasting them. Deepening with his tongue invading your mouth to play with yours. His hands paw your body almost desperate to memorize every inch of your anatomy, landing them on your ass when he feels the friction against the rock under his jeans, as soon as you swing your hips.

Antonio tosses off his shoes, heel against heel, sliding his fingers over your body to grab the gems of your t-shirt and take it off to discover your soft and sweet skin. Normally, both you and him, would enjoy some foreplay; but not this time. Not after long months of containing the desire to be together in every way. He needs to be inside you. You need him to be inside of you. And while his lips devour your breasts helping himself with a hand, stealing your honeyed moans, the other undoes his belt and the zip of his jeans. Three simply pulls down and his hardness breaks free to his abdomen.

You can't help but lick your lips strongly, urging you to lie on your back to watch him roll down the black thong left on you by your thighs. The fire burning within his eyes gives you chills, not being able to break eye-contact. Settling himself between your legs, spreading them for his delight, his right hands goes straight to his dick; jerking himself off to prepare for you.

“Look at me…” He almost begs with a broken thread of voice, as his glans rubs your center slowly, playing with your mind. “We're on time to stop”.

“I don't want you to”. Your lips brushes his, wrapping his neck with both arms.

You couldn't regret it. You couldn't regret letting him walk into your life. For letting him love you with so much kind and tenderness. Antonio is everything you could have dreamt with all your life, and you're not going to let him go. He just nods in silence with his eyes fixed on yours, digging himself inch by inch inside you. The warmth and the wetness within your cunt make him grunt and shake slightly, feeling by his part how his length forces your wall a little creating a delicious sensation.

“Fuck…” You sigh nailing your fingertips on the back of his neck when he reaches your limits.

Buried deep inside you, one of your legs surrounds his waist trying to push him closer.

“You feel so good, amor”. He babbles pecking your lips with sloppy kisses, placing his right hand on your thigh, as the other wraps your middle back. “You wan'me to move?”

“Please, Antonio”.

He feels proud of hearing you imploring, moving his hips back enough to go forth again, starting a slow dance that curls your tiptoes and causes your eyelids to close. It feels like your bodies are made exactly for the other, fitting to perfection. Soon, your whimpers fill up your room, creating a pleased and delighted echo that it's like a celestial song for the man satisfying you as his only worry tonight. He has the imperious necessity of demonstrating you every single thing he has carried inside his heart since Jay introduced you.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, the atmosphere around you is full of heat and devotion for each other. Antonio nails his teeth in your neck without warning you, feeling the tip of his tongue pressing down your skin with soft caresses, being aware that tomorrow you will have a new tattoo. From your lips escape some giggles mixed with surprised gasps, being the match that lights the wildfire inside you.

With a quick move, not knowing where the strength has come from, you sit over him making him laugh. Putting your hands on his bare chest, Antonio travels his to your hips while resting his head on the pillow. If he wasn't in love before, now he really is, watching you taking control. He hasn't ever seen a most beautiful view; you, rocking your body over his, dragging your nails on his skin to bristle it wherever they venture, your breasts almost bouncing with every move (...). If his body were a temple, you would be his goddess without a single damn doubt.

And you can't help but speed up the pace, synchronizing your pleased vocals in a perfect melody all around; increasing them as the knot in your lower belly becomes more suffocating, running your lungs out of air. One of Antonio's hands is placed in your middle back, pushing you down to catch your lips with his. He has declared himself an addict since the very first moment he touched them.

The pearls of sweat decorate your foreheads, as the moans are constant and you can't delay it anymore. The orgasm explodes inside you like fireworks screaming out his name, not caring about the fact that your neighbors can hear you, feeling his hot seed filling you up with a last push to your g-spot. An indescribable sensation that has you two breathless.

You can't help but utter a grunt of disappointment when he pulls himself out of you, falling by a side of your bed trying to catch back your air. Looking at Antonio, the two of you giggle inevitably being conscious of what just happened. But it feels good. It feels so good. Stretching his arms towards you to embrace you against his body, he leans a little to press his lips on yours with so much tenderness, leaving a sigh on them. Resting your heads on the pillow, you place a hand on his cheek to caress it gently with your thumb, watching him close his eyes to only focus on your touch.

“The first time I saw you… I knew your smile would give me some trouble”. You mumble, feeling his grip become a little tightly.

“Did it, uh?”

“Not the kind I thought”.

Antonio chuckles licking his bottom lip, shrugging funnily.

“I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, baby”.

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[joon-xbts]

Don’t Touch(Jay Park)2/2

Artist: Jay Park Genre: Smut

The days turn into weeks and eventually leads to today, marking two weeks since I last saw Jay. I don’t know what it was about that night but it seemed to bring back all the feelings that I had tried so hard to get rid of. Nonetheless not seeing him didn’t affect my work, I have still continued creating routines and enjoying the company of my class each day. Here lately all of the classes at the studio are participating in a contest where the teacher and a student have to dance together, whichever class wins will get an all paid trip to a country of their choice. So needless to say I've been working hard, my class deserves a break to travel somewhere and have fun. The contest is going to be judged by three people: the studio owner, a professional dance coach, and an unknown special judge of their choosing. I’m not too worried about it, I trust my partner and I have confidence that we will do great. 

Jane: So how do you think it’s going?

You: Practice? I think it’s going great, we’re doing great

Jane: Do you think you’ll win tomorrow?

You: I hope so, but you never know. There are a lot of amazing dancers in this building, any one of them could win. I’m confident in us though, we’ll just have to see

She smiles and turns her attention to Bongyoung who just came back from getting our food.

Jane: Finally! I’m starving

I chuckle as we make our way over and begin grabbing our lunch.

Bongyoung: Hey Y/N

You: Yeah?

Bongyoung: Is it normal to be nervous about competing?

You: Absolutely, I mean we’re not only competing against every other class in the building but we’re also dancing in front of three judges and are getting judged for it. It’s normal. I mean I’m nervous about it and I’ve been dancing since I could walk, it’s just something that you can’t let get the best of you

He nods and turns his attention back to his food. We sit in silence for a while until we’re done eating and then we start slowly practicing, easing our newly fed bodies into it. We spend hours practicing and when it comes time for us to leave I am even more confident in us than I was when I walked into the building this morning. Jane and I continue on our way home and as soon as my feet are inside the door, I pull myself to my room. I quickly take a shower and crash on my bed to rest my tired body and prepare it for tomorrow.

-In The Morning-

Tensions are high as everyone is signed in and now awaits for it to start. Bongyoung stands next to me shaking like a leaf, where I try my best to just focus on my breathing. No judges have entered the room yet and the longer they take the more my nerves start to get to me. After what feels like forever, the door opens and 3 figures make their way inside. All of which I know, the owner of the studio, my dance coach when I first started out here, and non other than the man that I hadn’t seen or heard from in weeks….Jay. Upon seeing Jay I instantly had mixed emotions, the nerves of today mixed with the anger and annoyance I felt over the past weeks. 

Announcer: Ok, the competition will begin!

And just like that it started, my focus now back on the matter at hand. I watched as each pair went and then it was our turn.

After it was over I could feel that someone is staring at me and the moment I scan the room to see who, I lock eyes with Jay. Something in his eyes said that he was annoyed with me, but I didn’t know why. We stood there for a few waiting for the judges to make their decision and then it was made.

Announcer: The winner is….. Y/N and Bongyoung! Congratulations Studio B, you get the all paid trip to whichever country you choose

Bongyoung turned to me and wrapped me in a huge hug, spinning me around as we laughed.

Bongyoung: We did it!

You: We sure did

It didn’t take too long for the room to clear, everyone either going home or going back to their studio. My friends and I gathered our things and as we were leaving we were stopped by Jay.

Jay: Great job today Y/N, you guys were great

You: Thanks

He smiled at me but I could see right through it, something was wrong with him. Before I could ask, Jane grabbed me by my arm and I was dragged out of the building. We laughed and joked around the whole ride to the club.

Jane: It’s time to drink and party!!

-Time Skip-

You could say we were way past our limits, most of us couldn’t sit up straight. Jane was somewhere on the dance floor with the others, which left me alone with Bongyoung at our booth. We bounced to the beat as we leaned on each other for support, until we ran out of drinks and it was my turn to go to the bar. In one move I lift myself up and hobble my way to the bar, pushing by drunken people and hoping that none of them knock me over. Finally approaching the bar I am met with a drunk Jay, who is with some girl and they seem to be getting pretty cozy with each other. As I wait for the bartender to bring the drinks I can’t help but think that this is the reason he hasn’t contacted me, he’s been too busy with other girls to even remember me. I had just become one of his other girls except this time had felt different, it felt like he actually meant what he had said. Shaking the thoughts from my head I grab our drinks and make my way back to our booth, laughing as I see a drunk Jane laying on the table. We sit there for a while longer until Jay and the girl with him are seen making their way back from the dance floor. 

You: Hey Jane can we just take this party home?

Jane: With everyone?

You: No just us?

Jane: Ok I’m cool with that!

She lifts herself up and we make our way outside, instantly hailing a taxi and making a few stops before we get home. Shoes are thrown everywhere as we enter our shared apartment, wasting no time in cracking open our newly bought liquor. It took almost an hour for Jane to give up, leaving me sitting in the living room drinking by myself. As I get up to get rid of the trash and possibly go to bed I am pulled to the front door by knocking. I open the door only to reveal a drunk and sad Jay.

You: What do you want Jay?

Jay: I missed you

You: What happened to your little girl?

Jay: She meant nothing to me, we just met and had a few drinks

You: Looked like it was more than that

Jay: I’m only interested in you, seeing you today dancing I was so happy. But seeing how close you were with that other guy I just got upset

You: Bongyoung is just a friend and student of mine

Jay: I want you….can I?

I was reluctant but it didn’t matter, he completely ignored my silence. Instantly picking me up and shutting the door behind him, only to carry me to my room and toss me on the bed before hovering over me.

Jay: No other man is allowed to touch you like I touch you

His hands moved to strip me of my clothes, immediately tracing my body as if he were painting a masterpiece. The mere graze of his fingers triggered goosebumps to form. His gaze left a lump in my throat, making me nervous of what his next move was. Instead of doing anything to me he just began to strip himself, allowing for me to trace his toned chest. This time it was my turn to leave goosebumps on him. He in turn hissed at the feeling and attached his lips to mine, allowing for us to match rhythm and being creating our own little tune. Pulling away to breathe his eyes locked with mine and I felt whole, like everything had finally come together. He takes it slow and as his fingers draw circles in my side, he slowly slides himself into me. Taking it slow and making sure he’s causing me no pain. He watches my face as I take him in fully. He waits a few seconds before he begins slow motions, soon moving my leg a little in order to reach deeper. Within a few minutes his pace picks up, increasing my pleasure and causing me to arch my back which allows for him to go deeper. Sounds of skin hitting skin fills the room as a thin layer of sweat forms between our bodies. My hands snake their way around his neck, one hand resting there while the other moves to grip his hair to pull him into a deep and passionate kiss. He soon finds my spot and continues to hit it, causing me to mo*n into the kiss. He pulls away and stares at me, stares at the way my chest rises and falls rapidly. How I become a mess under him as he continues to shove further inside me. I can feel as a knot begins to form in my stomach, tightening each time he thrusts. 

You: Jay I-

I am cut off by his lips crashing to mine as he thrusts faster, each thrust sloppier than the last indicating his edge nearing. A few more thrusts and I feel the knot unravel as I reach my end, Jay following soon after. He continues to thrust as we ride out our highs. He then pulls out and lays down beside me, pulling the covers over us and wrapping his arms around my waist.

Jay: I don’t want to lose you again, please forgive me and be my girl….again

You: Ok 

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[halstudandruz]

More Than Anything

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz (Mouse) x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Mouse meets his baby for the first time

Warnings: None

A/N: Fun fact, I’ve been obsessed with the name Halston for years before I even knew any Halsteads existed. Also, protective Jay in this gif does things to me.

Having your first baby was hard. It was nothing like you imagined as a kid. You had married Mouse right before he decided to re-enlist. You hadn’t planned for a baby, but you had both gotten pretty drunk at his going away party and you would admit you weren’t always careful with protection. So, you weren’t that shocked to see the plus sign appear on the test. However, that did not calm your nerves in the least bit. You knew you were going to have to do this alone, and it was not going to be as you always hoped. Instead of doing a cute announcement for your husband you had to tell him over a computer with spotty internet not even able to take in his reaction as the picture lagged every two seconds. Mouse’s best friend, Jay or your best friend, Kim having to accompany you to doctor’s appointments instead of your own husband. Relying on Jay to help you put the nursery together, or more realistically supervisioring Jay as he put the nursery together. Having to decide on a name through multiple letters instead of on the couch with a baby name book. Enduring the few fights you’d be sure to have over a couple. If you had a late night craving? You had to fix it yourself. Kim volunteered to stay with you a week before your due date, not wanting you to go into labor alone. The happiest moment of your life was also accompanied by an overwhelming sense of sadness and loneliness.

If you thought the pregnancy was difficult being essentially a “single” parent was even harder. You swore your daughter cried more than she didn’t. You had plenty of people offering to help, but you were exhausted. Having to go back to work was a whole other obstacle. Struggling significantly with finding a good enough daycare you felt you could trust without Mouse’s input. You showed Halston his picture everyday. A little nervous of their first meeting. Knowing Greg would be freaking out a little despite his calm composure he would be sure to show on the outside. What if she somehow triggered him? What if her crying was too loud? Too much? These thoughts only heightened your anxiety.

And when the day finally arrived the swirl of emotions running through you was unbearable. You had gotten notice that Greg would be going on leave not too long before and you were just happy that he would be home before her first year of life had passed. Jay stood at your side, 7 month Halston resting in his arms, who was contently observing everyone hurriedly moving around her. You bounced on your heels, hands clasped together ready to attack your husband as soon as your eyes met his face. Jay’s hand landed on your shoulder squeezing it tightly.

“It’s going to be fine. Calm down.”

“I’m worried.” You admitted looking up at him and over to your daughter whose hands were tightly tangled in the front of Jay’s shirt undoubtedly stretching it out.

“I know, but I promise. It’s all going to be okay.” He pulled you into a side hug hand resting on your back as he let you work through your own thoughts for the next few minutes.

Mind going blank as soon as you witnessed Mouse walking towards you. Reaching him in a few strides he caught you in a hug, bag dropping to the floor beside him. You were silent for a few seconds just enjoying each other’s embrace before Mouse kissed your head, setting you back on your feet.

“I missed you so much.” He sighed, cradling your face in his hands as he leaned down to give you a hard kiss. Pulling away his gaze drifted over your shoulder swallowing hard before looking back down at you,

“Is that her?” He asked causing you to roll your eyes,

“No, Jay’s just holding some random baby. Yes, that’s her!” You exclaimed grinning as you pulled his hand towards the two. Mouse took slow steps appearing a few inches away while a look of awe took over his face.

“Can I hold her?” He asked, looking at Jay nerves getting the best of him, making his voice shake.

“Did you really just ask me if you can hold your own kid?” Jay teased with a smirk on his face.

“I really did not miss you two.” He sighed a small smile on his lips.

“Not what you just said.” You shrugged watching as Mouse carefully took Halston from Jay’s arms treating her like a china doll as he brought her closer to his body. He looked down at Halston while she looked up at him with big eyes, bottom lip quivering a few seconds later. When he realized this Mouse began to panic,

“Hey, baby girl it’s me, daddy.” He explained moving to rock her on his hip. She moved to reach for Jay forcing Jay to step behind you pretending like she wasn’t reaching for her dad’s best friend instead of her own father. The tears that had welled up in Halston’s eyes began to fall accompanied by a loud cry. Mouse’s expressions soon turned to sadness, “it’s okay sweetheart I got you. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I love you so much.” Mouse choked out visible tears starting to appear at the corner of his eyes that he attempted to blink away as the crying got more insistent. “Okay okay, let's go back to Uncle Jay it’s alright.” He gave in holding her out to him.

“Greg I don’t-“ He started before Mouse interrupted him.

“Please.” He whispered as Jay nodded, taking his goddaughter back into his arms, which almost immediately calmed her as she stuck her face by his neck. At the realization you could see your husband’s sadness and guilt take over his whole body, practically breaking your heart into pieces.

“Greg-“ You reached for him but he took a step back.

“I’m going to go get my other bag, I’ll meet you in the car.” He faked a small smile stepping forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning around and walking away from you, shoulders significantly more slumped.

————

“Thank you for coming along.” You thanked Jay as you took Halston out of her car seat. Mouse had barely said a word the whole way home. Which only concerned you more.

“Anytime. I’m glad you’re home safe brother.” Jay clapped Mouse on the shoulder.

“Yeah thanks man. I’ll call you later?” Mouse pulled Jay into a tight hug before getting out to grab his bags and follow behind you into your house. Jay yelling a goodbye to the three of you before pulling out. The air around you was tense. This is not how you wanted this to go.

“Well it’s time for baby girl’s nap or she’s going to get real cranky soon.” You informed him.

“Take after her mom?” He joked, but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“I’m going to make her a bottle. Could you take her up?” You urged moving to hand her to him cautiously.

“Actually I think I should unpack some of this stuff if I don’t start now you know how I put it off.” He shrugged, moving to pick a bag up.

“Greg.” You scolded, making him stop his action and look up at you. “Take her.” You ordered.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He sighed standing up straight again.

“What do you mean it’s not a good idea? She's your daughter in case you forgot.” You huffed.

“I didn’t but it sure seems like she has.” He replied.

“Baby, I get that this has to be hard for you, but you can’t just avoid it. I’ve done this for 7 months alone, and I would really appreciate the help.” You explained hoisting Halston back up on your hip where her head fell on your shoulder eyes getting heavier.

“She doesn’t like me.” He chewed his bottom lip nervously.

“She doesn’t know you, honey. She hated Jay at first too, but I mean to be fair can you blame her? Don’t we all?” You joked earning a small chuckle from him. Shaking his head he held his arms out to take her from you. After being placed securely in his arms Halston started to whimper. Taking a deep breath Mouse began to soothe her, “I’ll meet you up there.” You smiled before heading to the kitchen to get her drink. You knew he could calm her; he just had to be given the chance. You could hear Mouse’s footsteps against the staircase as you busied yourself with making a bottle taking a few extra minutes thank you normally would. You hadn’t heard any loud wails from Halston or your husband so you atleast took that as a good sign. Walking up the staircase in sight of the nursery you stood outside to see Mouse rocking in the chair, Halston rested against his chest as she fumbled with the dog tags hanging from his neck. Standing back out of view you leaned against the wall to hear your husband’s voice,

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here. That I wasn’t here to see you come into the world, but I hope you know how much I love you. More than I could ever put into words. I can only hope I’ll be here to watch you grow up. To see you become a smart, brave, beautiful little girl that is sure to take after her mom. She’s incredible isn’t she? Together we are going to give you everything we have, Halston. I promise.” He kissed her head lightly watching her eyes grow heavier fingers tightly wrapped around the tags, “also while I’m at it I’d just like to point out I’m cooler than your Uncle Jay. You may not know it right now, but I definitely am.” He teased making you laugh as you entered the room.

“He is pretty cool.” You smiled walking towards them.

“She stopped crying.” He whispered to you a smile on his face.

“You know she looks so much like you.” You said hand resting on the back of his neck, “I think that’s what helped me most through the last 7 months. Being able to look at her and see you.”

“I don’t know. She has your eyes and that cute little nose of hers is all you.” He smirked.

“Is it finally hitting you that you’re a dad?” You asked looking down at your daughter who was taking deep breaths now, eyes closed.

“Yeah, and it’s kinda the best feeling in the world.” He answered.

It might take Halston a little to warm up to him, but you had no doubt when she did she wouldn’t want to leave his side.

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