#shook me to my core im being so fucking for real

[euijoosorangeslice]

are you taking sunoo smut reqs? can i req reverse idol au where (dom)sunoo is the reader’s fan who catches her eye during a concert & it leads them fucking backstage?

kim sunoo x reader

V. I. P

you were doing your encore stage, in your tight skirt and small top with frills all over. being a solo artist, you practically could wear whatever you’d like at your concerts. you sat on the edge of the stage, dangerously close to all your fans. waving at them as you sang, you leaned in to one in specific. he had beautiful blonde hair, and the most gorgeous face you could have ever seen. you two held eye contact, watching him smirk as he licked his lips

you giggled, leaning forward and tugging on his collar. you pulled out a marker, writing your number on his white button up, with a small smiley face at the end. you pulled away, on your knees on stage and finished your song. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop gravitating towards his presence. it had to have been a once in a lifetime experience to meet someone as beautiful as him.

as the show came to a close, you gave your fans one last goodbye as they were leaving the venue. of course, you rushed backstage to check your phone. just as you arrived, your phone began to ring. you chirped in excitement, picking it up immediately.

a sweetly toned voice began speaking from the other end. “hey beautiful. im at the back door waiting, if you want to put my v.i.p pass to use.” you giggled, opening the back door to reveal that same sexy, blonde devil from earlier. you pulled him inside, going into one of your changing room that you used in between sets.

he smashed his lips against yours harshly, feeling up your thighs as you whined in his grasp. his firm grip on your inner thighs made you feel hot, almost grinding into the touch. you opened your eyes, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to feel a little more pleasure. he chuckled, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt that was holding his jeans up. “let’s see if the sex is as good as you look.” he muttered, rubbing the back of your thighs. he lifted you onto a nearby table, placing you on the edge.

but by now, all you could think of is how nice he would feel inside of you. without thinking, you pulled off your panties (which were already pooling with your arousal), and lifted up your skirt to reveal your core to him. the room was cold, which made you shiver from the feeling against your folds. things were moving fast, but you didn’t have any complaints. he began kissing your thighs, licking and sucking as you tried to resist the temptation to moan.

“i can tell your holding back, baby. just let me help you relax.” he whispered, rubbing your folds slowly. he spread your legs even farther as he dipped his head down and began licking up all of your slick. you pushed his head deeper in, relishing the feeling of your heat being eagerly sucked at. “please, please make me cum.” you begged, voice high as you stuttered out another moan. this couldn’t be real. this had to be some weird dream you were having.

he sucked your clit, slipping one of his fingers inside of you and pumping it in and out repeatedly. your legs began to shake, pleasure increasing as he added another finger. “never thought you’d taste this sweet.” he spoke against your clit, making you whine and roll your hips. “more, more.” you chanted, brain corrupted from the nature of your actions. no dream could ever imitate the feeling of his plush lips against your clit. he looked up at you through your legs, your body tensing.

his fingers sped up inside of you, making you almost cry from pleasure as you came. your legs shook harsher than ever, head falling back against the wall as you moaned loudly. you could only hear him steadily slurping as more and more of your juices began to leak out of you. before you could come down from your high, he dropped his boxers and slowly slid himself inside of your hole.

“so sorry, precious. i just couldn’t wait any longer.” truly, you had no complaints, since you have been wanting this for what felt like forever now. his slow pace was short-lived, because as soon as you reacted positively, he sped up. his hips rocked into you harshly, making you gasp for air as your body was pressed in between his and the wooden table. you moaned as he used his fingers to toy with your clit, making the table rock against the wall as he thrusted rhythmically. you weren’t the only one making sounds, because his grunts were almost louder than you.

you couldn’t believe how easily you had landed yourself here. getting dicked down by a stranger you had just met no more than an hour ago. but this stranger felt unmatched to any sexual experience you’d ever had, making you grab onto his shoulders as he rocked deeper into you. “yes, yes, ah- fuck yes.” you couldn’t stop yourself from repeating as he kept hitting deep inside of you. you noticed his movements becoming less organized, and by his groans you guessed he was getting close too.

“i-im cumming!” you squealed, feeling your orgasm slam across you like a rouge wave. the pressure that had built up in your abdomen had released, making you spray the man in front of you as you came. he let out one last moan, burrowing himself deep inside of your walls to finish. you dropped your body weight, the man holding you close to him. as you came down from your high, you started to admire his face a little longer. suddenly, realization hit you.

you had just let a complete stranger have sex with you before you even knew their name.

but as if he could read your mind, he spoke out.

“sunoo. kim sunoo. and you might want to think twice about letting random men fuck you unprotected.”

so this devil was in fact real, and he did have a name.

#kim sunoo #enha imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen sunoo

[jiminsinterlude]

Intensity | KMJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Summary: You and Namjoon are basically fuck buddies. Having sex at work or any given time thats arranged. He changes that today though.

“Im gonna take you home after work and fuck you all night. Ok?”

-> Smut; Coworkers

Warnings: office sex, protected sex, oral sex(f.), fingering, spanking, breast play, denied orgasms, hair pulling, explicit language

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“Y/N?” The secretary called out for you. “Mr.Kim would like to see you.” You stood up from your desk, nodding to the secretary as you made your way around to ‘Mr.Kims’ office.

The summoning of you was not unexpected, It’s been like this for the past couple of weeks. He will call you to his office with the excuse of saying that he needs your editors advice on his very own work. But in reality, it was way more than that.

When you reached his office, you knocked on the door to announce your presence before opening the door and walking inside. He sat behind his desk looking as handsome as ever. His tie was loose and a couple of the buttons on his shirt was open. His first words to you today were, “Lock the door Y/N.” And you did so immediately.

“You called for me, Mr.Kim?” He smirked at you, raking his fingers through his blonde hair. You always keep your formality with him knowing how much he hates it when you don’t call him by his real name.

“What did I tell you, Y/N?” You put your pointer finger to your lip, poking it a couple of times. You decided to play the clueless act.

Shrugging your shoulders you began to walk over to him. “I don’t know what you told me, Mr.Kim. Why don’t you remind me.” You asserted instead of asking.

The second you reached his grasp, he pulled you closer to him and bent you over the desk. Your skirt was lifted up in a matter of seconds and a sharp slap was made on your ass.

“You know my name. Say it.” You moaned out lowly, earning another slap to your ass.

“I don’t know Mr.Kim.” There was another slap on your ass.

“Y/N. Stop testing me.” You could tell he was really frustrated from the second you walked in. Sexually Frustrated. Its been all weekend since he last got to fuck you.

He gave you another slap on your ass from your quietness. Your ass began to sting and you finally gave in when he pulled down your panties and slapped your entire bare ass. Your pussy was dripping wet already.

“Namjoon.” His name came out more of a whisper, he was not satisfied. Namjoon rubbed his index and middle finger over your core, teasing you.

“Speak up.” His fingers pushed inside of your warm hole. You moaned out, swallowing his fingers the second they entered you.

“Namjoon.” You moaned out a bit louder. He began to push his fingers in and out of your throbbing pussy.

“Say it again.” With those words, he slapped your ass again with more strength.

“Namjoon!” You almost screamed his name, causing him to pull his fingers from outside of you.

There wasn’t much time for an reaction. Namjoon had you moaning out again when you felt his tongue against your clit and his nose poking at your hole. His hands were on either of your cheeks, keeping a firm grip on you.

Namjoon’s tongue slipped into your pussy and began to tongue fuck you. You moaned out at the feeling only for it to be stopped immediately. “Joon…Why did you stop…” You almost whined out.

He spun you around to place you on his desk. Your pussy now being directly in front of his face, “Try to keep your voice down love. Don’t want to get caught now do we?”

You shook your head no, getting caught is the last thing you’d want. Namjoon inserted his tongue back into your hole while rubbing your clit with his thumb. Slurping noises left his mouth as he sucked up your juices. He missed being able to taste you. It was one of the things that he thought about throughout the weekend.

Namjoon pressed his thumb harder onto your bud while circling it a bit faster. He then went back to tongue fucking you. It felt amazing of course, Namjoon knew how to please you very well. But fuck, you really wanted him to pound you into this desk right now. You helplessly moaned out not realizing how loud you were growing.

That was until Namjoon smacked the inside of your thigh with his free hand. It almost caused you to yelp out but you brung a hand to your mouth just in time. Your eyes rolled back whilst pulling at Namjoon’s hair. He pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his fingers, now placing his tongue on your clit.

Namjoon made out with your pussy while pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling and twirling. You looked down at Namjoon, who was very in tune with eating you out. It was his favorite to go down on you, to taste you, he could do it forever. He moaned as he sucked at your bud, giving it small kisses as he went. Namjoon looked up at you with low eyes, bringing his free hand up to unbutton your shirt. You helped him so he could focus back on giving you head.

Once your shirt was completely unbuttoned, you unclipped the front of your bra already knowing thats what Namjoon wanted. Your tits bounced and made a wonderful appearance. He proved you right when you felt that free hand take a grasp of one of your breast. He massaged it before moving to the next. You wished he would give your nipples some play too, you wished he would ruin you already.

You pulled his head up from your pussy and brung him into a kiss. He was sure going to be upset that you interrupted him but you didn’t care about that right now. Namjoon needed to fuck you now or you would die from desperation.

His fingers was still deep inside of you. The sound of your pussy was loud and wet, your juices splashing with each thrust of Namjoon’s fingers. You moaned deeply into the kiss, pressing your bare chest onto his clothed one. You clenched around Namjoon’s fingers, not even announcing to him that you were going to cum.

Namjoon could feel you tighten around him, denying your orgasm right away. He pulled his fingers out of you and broke the kiss. A smirk was planted on his lips as you whined out from the missing pleasure.

“Joon…” Your eyes were low and watery. Fuck, why’d he have to stop? He placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your juices. “You’re such a tease Namjoon.”

He pulled them out with a pop, “I love how you think I’m just going to let you cum. You’ve been a bad girl Y/N.”Referring to when you were calling him ‘Mr.Kim’.

You mouthed out a silent please.

“Hm? Use your words.”

“God Namjoon, you make this so difficult. Just fuck me already, let me cum.” He didn’t like your attitude, only raising his eyebrows at you.

“Oh? Now I really shouldn’t let you. Maybe I should just make you choke on my dick.”

“No, Joon. Please.”

“You don’t deserve it.” Namjoon eyed your breast before moving down to suck on your nipples. Your eyes rolled back the second his wet mouth made way with your swollen nipples. “I shouldn’t even be doing this, knowing how much you love it. But god, I love it too.”

“Baby..” He cupped both of your breast in his hands, switching between each nipple. His tongue would flick at each one then suck and pull with his teeth. The pleasure was amazing, you couldn’t complain. But you were complaining about how empty your pussy was. You were dripping out onto his desk, making a mess everywhere but on his dick.

Namjoon wanted you badly too, no doubt about it. But he was going to tease you with the most intensity ever. He was very upset with you, not being able to see you for a whole weekend, missing out on pleasing you and enjoying your taste, enjoying the sound of your moans, how good you feel wrapped around his dick. Mostly seeing that beautiful face of yours. With one look at you, Namjoon would be instantly stunned. Your beauty took his breath away and surely made him as solid as a rock.

As Namjoon continued with his actions, he was beginning to not be able to hold back. Hearing you whimper under him only turned him on more. He really wants you. He shouldn’t keep holding back so much.

You looked down at Namjoon as he pulled away from you and began to unbutton his shirt completely. His hand moved down to undo his pants. You watched as he pulled out his dick. So wide and long, It was always a struggle to take him.

Wasting no time, Namjoon opened his desk drawer and pulled a condom out. Extra Thin, XL. He ripped the packet open with his teeth quickly and rolled the protection onto his dick. Giving himself a few pumps, Namjoon positioned himself at your entrance.

“Think you can take it?” He always asks a question before going in, just to make sure you’re ready.

“Yes Joon, Please fuck me al-” You didn’t get the chance to speak when Namjoon thrashed his way into you. You moaned out entirely too loud causing Namjoon to give you a harsh look.

“Then shut the fuck up and take it. If you get too loud then only blame yourself love.” You were already tearing up, trying to adjust to Namjoon’s size.

Before you could even finish doing so, Namjoon was thrusting into you with extreme motion. You pressed your bare chest against his and bit down on his now exposed shoulder. His shirt had slipped down to his elbows the second he began to fuck you.

Namjoon was in your neck, moaning deeply. Whispering how good you felt wrapped around him. How one day he wouldn’t have to worry about using a condom when it came to fucking you because your pussy would be his completely. You swore he even said he loved you. So you questioned it.

“You love me Namjoon?” You really tried your best to ask while suppressing your moans. He brung his head from out of neck and looked at you, mouth hung open.

“I love you, your pretty little pussy, and how fucking amazing you feel Y/N.” You could’ve came right then and there. Especially when he began to rub at your clit again.

Your eyes shut tight, clenching around Namjoon’s monster dick. “Do you love me, Y/N?”

His question could be answered in a heartbeat, but it was hard to do so when he was drilling you into his desk.

“Nam..jo..on.” You threw your head back, almost slurring out your words. He slowed his pace down to help you get your words out, all while denying your orgasm. “Fuck, why’d you do that?” You were so whiny with tears still rolling down your check.

“Did I stop you from cumming?” You nodded your head wiping the tears away.

“Go faster Joon.” So needy, so desperate.

“Answer my question and I will.” You opened your eyes and looked at his angelic face that was dripping with sweat.

“Can you repeat it for me?” He began to move a bit faster.

“Y/N. Do you love me?” You bit down on your lip a bit, running your fingers through his hair.

“Isn’t it obvious Namjoon. Of course I love you, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t.” And it was true, you weren’t one to just fuck around with anyone. You’ve been felt deeply for Namjoon and when he first proposed the two of you doing it every now and then, you accepted it because you knew how bad you wanted to do it with him. Do anything with him.

He immediately connected his lips to yours whilst fucking you harder into the desk. One of your hands gripped his hair harder. The other under his shirt, on his back, digging your nails into it. He fucked you so hard that your orgasm hit you twice as hard. Namjoon pulled away from the kiss for a quick second just to speak to you.

“You’re so beautiful, I truly love you.”

“I truly love you Joon. Fuck, just keep fucking me just like this. Don’t stop.”

He smiled at you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His facial expression changed quickly when he felt himself about to cum. Namjoon was the one to roll his eyes back, deep into the pleasure of your pussy.

“Im gonna take you home after work and fuck you all night. Ok?”

“You can fuck me all day, all night. Im yours Joon.”

“Fuck, all mines.”

He better be glad that everyone went on break the second he started fucking you. Or you two would’ve definitely been caught from how loud you both were.

#jiminsinterlude #namjoon #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #kim namjoon

[vibinglikethat]

my thoughts and feelings about jedi survivor (spoilers ahead)

ok so i've finished the storyline of jedi survivor and i thought i would express my many feelings about this amazing game (in case i wasn't obvious lol, i LOVED it.)

so the game takes place 5 years after jedi fallen order, and of course lots of things have happened between JFO and JS, one of which is the crew went their separate ways and it becomes clear that cal wasnt happy with that. eventually they all reunite and everything is nice and there is hope and then you remember this is star wars and it's set during the empire and so that hope turns to dust real quick and it's AGONIZING.

GOD i can't stop thinking about bode and his betrayal i dont remember the last time i was so fucking shocked over a character's betrayal, i was never shocked with anakin because uhhh yeah he was always meant to be darth vader lol, but with bode??? i did NOT see it coming. it especially sucks because i really liked him. and the fact that he used to be a JEDI???? THAT FUCKING SHOOK ME TO THE CORE. i feel so bad for his daughter OH my god :( she lost her parents at such a young age i want to cry (I LOVE that merrin especially tries to help and comfort her because she can relate im going to sob)

cere junda.....oh man. oh god. my love for cere is endless and im still processing her death (YES I KNOW SHES A FICTIONAL CHARACTER I CANT HELP HOW I FEEL LOL) i actually already kinda knew she was going to die because i saw gifs but i feel like i would have been even MORE upset if i didnt know because OH my god.........the darth vader and cere fight scene was SO cool though like tragedy aside i loved being able to do that omg you cant really properly fight darth in JFO and i loved that you could this time while playing as cere

god cal crying while holding her body wrecked me.....i wont be forgetting that anytime soon, if ever.

CAL AND MERRIN ARE ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH im gonna admit and say i never called myself a cal/merrin shipper but i HAVE loved their dynamic and i love romance so im definitely shipping them now lol (MERRIN BEING THE FIRST TO INSTIGATE THEIR KISS.....WE LOVE TO SEE IT)

greez........i love greez :) i DO want to know what happened to his arm because OH my god wtf anyway i love that he has a saloon, good for him. this game made me love him even more. he just loves his found family :((( AND OH MY GOD HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN AFTER CERE I WANT TO THROW UP

this is getting absurdly song omg sorry lol im sure im forgetting some things but these are the most significant moments that happened and i wont be forgetting anytime soon lol

also btw i straight up cried during the funeral scene which is the last scene that plays before the credits. the force theme played which probably contributed to my tears lol

anyway the ending was perfect, this game is perfect, the emotional devastation is perfect, the gameplay is perfect, i cannot recommend this game ENOUGH. if you like star wars and souls-like games. if you've read this far please feel free to reblog and say "so true op" in the tags lol

#jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #star wars #oh my god this is is so long im sorry LOL #sarah talks #more like sarah writes a whole ass essay #AMGJKGNK

[kruel-kilo]

i was absolutely certain that letter to my future self posted privately.... but hey

i still stand by it, still feel great about/ better because of it. i also have never been able to choose myself like such in my life, while concurrently having so much support in my life. things are uh changing. the missing link/ disconnect was so largely fear. (which for me was insecurity and lack of confidence in who i am, what i bring & what im capable of.) no matter the adversity, i persisted & as i push further & further past fear, the opportunities have opened up one by one by one. i’m standing on it now. i continue to find myself thinking of the last few days, weeks, months etc like 😳 i did not know i was able to.. i did not know things could.. i never thought i’d feel like…

this. this is harmony. the harmony i’m creating with me & myself, is strengthening. which in direct reflection has brought harmony to outwardly consummate & compound.

well yes… since you asked. i’m a pretty fucking fine taurus, with MTS, many talents, a checked ego & a core defining purpose centered on love & inclusivity. like how could you not? i put it in, everything i’ve ever had, to being someone who’s true to me, but who utilizes my innate strengths, traits, dominance for positive. to bring the collective; not just push myself further. im not saying moooove bitch! pave the way. i’m saying moooove bitch! & leading the way. bringing everyone i care & love along with me.

but it’s crazy to have still received so much hate, projection & attempted deflection, on my journey here. when i’ve always been about what i’ve been about…to some degree. subsequently tho, as i’ve grown up, i realized where my intentions were faulty & we’re becoming/ had become; toxic. so i took the silver lining’s from those, the hate & doubt & misfortune from the rest of life. i shook it up, flipped it, whipped it around, B0P’d it likee watch this….

if i start to celebrate myself for the things i knoW are good. then, everyone else will follow suit. i’m coming out now finally. & bEcoming, everything i’ve ever wanted to be.

there’s some real special individuals i would’ve absolutely never made it even close to as far without being in my life/by my side/ on my team. i will absolutely never forget that. i will always showcase gratitude & will always attribute that credit. til the very last second, the love & reciprocity is reserved for each one individually. they know who they are, & if don’t yet, they will.

#d #a

[thelovelybitten]

vera’s first watch of south park — season five (part 1)

lfg babes i’m bored so lets watch

EPISODE 1:

LETS GO NEW SEASONNNNNN

KEPT THE BANGER INTRO YES WOOOOTTT

there’s a shit counter HAHAH LETS SEE HOW THIS GOES LMAO

BUTTERS VANDALIZING THE WALL

but tbh he slayed it

EVERYONE EXCITED ABT THE FUCKING SHIT LINE I CAN’T

kyle: i don’t give a fuck (SO REAL)

NOT THE CHEERS AND APPLAUSE HAHAH

huh ?? raining frogs ???

timmy SAID IT LETS GO

kyle is abt TO BLOW UP

sand in the vagina — cartman will not let him go

GARRISON NOT THE F SLUR

S H I T

what the fuck are these the seven deadly sins or sumth

cartman and his shirt LMAO

okay KYLE POP AWF he’s my smart bby boy

shit…twice, BFFR

chef helping the core four solve this stuff KING SHIT

CARTMAN STOP

no NOT KENNY ANYONE BUT KENNY PLS

okay who the fuck is this guy

no kenny looks so sick :’(

oh WHAT THE HELL

a rune ??? okay

LAS VEGASSSSS LET’S GOOOO

GANDALF???

MEECROB OH MY GOD CARTMAN WAS RIGHT

JIMBO IS A HOMOSEXUAL INTERESTING

shit counter thru the roof

not A WHOLE ASS DRAGON

CARTMAN LET IT GO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

KYLE PREACHING 2 THE GOSPEL ICONIC

oh that was fucking feral i did not need to see all of kenny’s intestines

interesting ep

EPISODE 2:

FIRST NIGHT OF SCOUTS ?????

yO STAN THAT WAS OUTTA POCKET

timmy being strapped onto the back of the pickup

BUTTERS

KENNY AND STAN’S DAD ARE SHOOK

JIMMYYYYYY

give timmy his spotlight pls

well. last season he got it so ig give jimmy it

not the homophobia….

OKAY JIMMY POP OFF

JIMMY PLEASE NOT THE PLAN B JOKE

TIMMY BEING ROBBED BUT I LOVE JIMMY

BIG SILLY GOOSE

YOU DO NOT SAY BIG SILLY GOOSE— YOU CALL HIM AN ASSHOLE LIKE A NORMAL KID

but dad, i was just trying to—

STANLEY YOU CALL YOUR FRIEND AN ASSHOLE THIS INSTANT.

asshole.

CRACKED ME UP LMAO

troop 69 oh they knew what they were doing

jimmy this is so bad

oh BUT THESE IMPRESSIONS FUCKING SLAYED

okay BUT DON’T GET TIMMY I’LL BE MAD

jimmy deserved

homophobia is not cute STOP

oh MY GOD TIMMY KNOWS WHAT’S UP

kenny jacket is bad luck ig

the way jimmy avoided everything

jimmy ripping on timmy is not cool i’m mad

NAKED PICTURES ?!?!?!?! NOT THE CHILD PORNOGRAPHY

butters tryna explain they being exploited

not THE PUPPIES CARTMAN

OH THEY FIGHTIN

kenny’s parents and brother in the chapel aw

OH FUCK THEY GOING AT ITTT

everyone and their mothers watching two disabled kids beat each other up… weird

not THE NUTS

NOT IT BEING BROADCASTED

hc: all those boys are scarred abt their nude photos being taken and the unfortunate thing is the photos get leaked when they’re in college and it’s so bad :(

wait has kyle not been here the whole time.

WAIT

oh FUCK KYLE WASN’T HERE

prolly bc of his religion or sumth

anyways get the homophobes so true and real

real

wait what

timmy wyd

timmy OH MY GOD LMAOOOOO

okay that last bit was funny alr

EPISODE 3:

radiohead special guests???

cartman wtf u mean u got pubes

wait what the fuck

stan real

KYLE ATE

nah don’t mess w cartman

CARTMAN U DID NOT ATTACH THOSE—

oh lord…

damn scott gaslit the gaslighter

this what he gets for being 8 years old

EW

oh beg FOR IT HE SAID GET HIM

also cartman deserves it

WOW SCOTT IS RUTHLESS

WENDY IN FRAME I MISS HER

everyone is so… dumbfounded

GOD CARTMAN LMAO THIS IS GOING NO WHERE

uhm. this is so awk

undercover cartman

okay pls hold must feed my cats

okay am back

wait must control my cats

back fr

NED NO

also wtf

cartman pls this is a gag

scott one upping cartman is so iconic

YO CARTMAN THIS WAS GENIUS NGL

WHAT THE FUCK CARTMAN THAT WAS TOO MESSED UP

tbh don’t mess w cartman

anyways gonna go 2 bed will continue at a later date

EPISODE 4:

GOOD EVENING GAMERS IM BACC

let's get’r done

not the terrance n phillip shit i dispise them

they shitting their PANTS FOR T AN P

kyle real for waiting for those tickets

oh kyle abt to eat those words oh no

YO TERRANCE IS BIG BRO

wait who the fuck is this

“kenny’s a random slut” damn cartman

clyde i love u my son

THEY GOING TO CANADA MY HOME

phillip being part of an acting crew ok

cartman right kyle oh boy

KENNY’S ARM WHAT THE FUCK— HE GONNA BLEED OUT

NOT HIS OTHER ARM :’((((

i’m sad abt kenny this is torture

mid ep :/

EPISODE 5:

oh damn… i’m sorry cartman

oh no wait this boy being ungrateful as normal

HUH SHE LEFT CARTMAN 1 MILLION DOLLARS

OH NO EGOMANIAC IS ON THE RISE

WENDY WYD FOLLOWING CARTMAN

kyle being real part 8393659373

he gonna. buy a whole ass amusement park for himself

NO NOT THE HEMORRHOID

not style angst

CARTMANLAND how fucking fitting.

style gonna beat his ass as they should

I NEED MY CWEAM— I NEED MY CWEEEEEEEM

properTAH

kyle in his delulu era

butters and clyde icons

STAN LSNDNCHSJDNCN I WISH U GOT AWAY W IT

KYLE U BETTER NOT DIE

kenny got bodied by that pole

kyle PLEASE MY SON DON’T DO IT

I LOVE WHEN KARMA KICKS CARTMANS ASS

“YOU ARE UP THERE ;”)” KYLE DSKHGHDSGSJJS UNHINGED

#faves: south park #viv watches #CARTMANLAND EP SLAYED #runner up was the scott malkinson ep #!!! #gettin goin #WOO

[gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha]

dreams where im in school make me wanna kill myself fr. like im never goin back i never wanna go back. theres alwys some fucked up shit going on. and in these kinda dreams it always feels exactly like how it felt to be there back then.and then i wake up and think wow that fucking  sucked. and then i think about how much high school sucked. also like having someone come up to me and ask me to teach them what it means to be alive is like scary. what the fuck . a good portion of my worst dreams ever have been school related. in this one nothing particularly bad happened this time but, like i said. it FELT the same as it used to be. i guess the one thing i can name that would even set off this kinda dream was that same day i had gotten to the part of the new war quest where they’re showing u what it was like living on the zariman with the part that quizes you lol. anwyays in my dream i remember we were waiting for a shipment of books or smth.  i was in the veryh corner of the room. farthest from the windows. it felt like the walls surrounding me woudl go on forever. alls i could think about was how slow my blood was moving. how stiff my bones were. how unmalleable my skin was. alls i could thinkg to do is just move whatever parts of my body as much as i can. by the time the shipment arrived, everyone was waiting in this empty hilly field. actually it was like a hilly field like inside a cave system. .......kind of similar to charlie and the chocolate faactory,  but it was all real grass n rocks and rock formations and a few lamps each with a bright, strong, golden glow. i tried doing some stretches to just. be able to handle moving the shipment of books. i figured id ease into it as much as possible becauase i could barely move. i was tryna do the lunge pose with my hands behind or above my head. i felt someones foot tap mine that was extended outwards, while some other ppl were telling me to chill out and just get ready (even tho thats exactly what i was tryna do. it was kinda working ig.. i could feel the freedom of movement slowly returning to my body as i was bracing myself for the incoming shipment of books)... they just walked up to me and hit my foot like as if i was something blocking their way. i wanted to ignore whoever it was. i didnt want to acknowledge it. i didnt want to turn around and see who it was. i knew they were going to ask ME something. there were those 3 or 4 other ppl standing around me who were mostly talking amongst themselves but occasionally getting on my case about me stretching. they were being annoying so i guess i decided it was better to see what the person behind me wanted rather than the ones in front of me. i  slowly stood back up and turned to look at them and they asked me to tell them what it meant to be alive. the question shook my to my core. i felt like crying instantly. i think i woke up then so i spent the next lil while just lying there in my bed, tryna figure out how id even answer that question. and why they were askign me. why i even had a dream like this in the first place. it pissed me off and it scared me. i hate it. i hate it so much.

#dreaj

[beyondspaceandstars]

That Black Tee

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao

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You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.

So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.

Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.

He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.

You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.

You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."

He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"

But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."

Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.

"Distracted?" Sam questioned.

"I- I’m fine, really-,"

Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."

Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.

"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.

Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."

"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.

You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.

Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.

"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.

"What- What do you-,"

He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."

Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.

"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.

Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"

You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."

He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.

"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"

You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.

He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.

He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.

"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."

That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.

Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.

He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.

Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.

"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.

He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.

As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.

His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.

Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.

As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.

"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.

"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.

"I- I’m gonna-,"

"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."

It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.

One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.

The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.

Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.

"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.

You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."

"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."

You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."

Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."

After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.

You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."

Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.

"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.

You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."

Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."

You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."

"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."

You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.

"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.

Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"

You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.

"Fine."

Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet

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[noritoshiikamo]

his little baker

pairing: choso + fem!reader genre: porn with tiny fluff tags//warning: full on smut, choso with breeding kink, little shibari mention tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. SIGHS WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH THIS DJJENDBDHKDJFKEIEIJKDJ I BLAME SUKI based on the prompt "you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours, before i fuck it"

something about the way his blood formed his own pretty shibari rope around her wrist riled him up. choso tilted his head to the left so innocently, eyes raking her body from up to her feet.

“you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours,” he stated plainly, licking the blood of his palm. the way the drool left trails of reddish fluid on the side of his lips had her pussy clutching on nothing. he grinned as he continued, watching as the words widened her eyes, “before i fuck it.”

“choso-”

“silence, human.”

her breath hitched when she felt his rough hand running up her legs. even with the pantyhose covering it, she could feel the rough palms as if her legs were bare and exposed. her shoes were all over the room, skirt hiked up and she wondered how she managed to get herself in this position in the first place; not that she wanted to complain. he roughly grabbed her by the underside of her knee, pressing her in the meanest mating press. she groaned at the feeling of the blood rope tugging around her wrists. she hates being restrained but choso likes the sense of seeing her helplessness. seeing her body trashing, moaning, and begging to be touched and to touch him fuelled his core.

“baby,” he called melodiously, pressing her clothed core with his palm. he could only see the white of her eyes, head thrown back as she tugged on the restrain. he faked a gasp, “look at how wet you are.”

“choso, please,” she gasped.

he clicked his tongue, “tch, you’re in no position to demand, my love,” with a flick of his wrists, he ripped the pantyhose apart, revealing the last article of clothes. clear patch of moist forming on the panties sending a chuckle out his mouth. he’s a massive tease; he pressed butterfly kisses all over her ankle, brushing his fangs against the reddening skin as he inched up, flicking the tip of his tongue on her exposed skin occasionally when he reached to her thigh until his breath lingered above her cunt. she was a panting mess, eyes roaming desperately and when she felt his fingers tugging on the thin material of her panties, she couldn’t breathe when the material snapped.

he loomed over her, her eyes frantically drinking the sight of him. they were both feral in their own way. he ran his thumb on her lower lip which she immediately caught. eyes trained on him just the way he likes it, she desperately sucked on his thumb, tongue swirling around like it was the real thing before releasing it with a pop. his eyes widened and his pants tightened. he leaned forward, rewarding her little show with a kiss.

“such a good girl,” he praised happily.

she nodded frantically, eager for another kiss only for him to put her back to her place with a tug of her hair. she yelped and he immediately shoved the sad excuse of the panties in her mouth. his baby looks perfect. he fought the urge to palm himself immediately.

“remind me, what do we do when we reached our limit?” his eyes glanced up to her left hand, watching as her hand signalled their safe gesture. all fingers up with the ring finger tapping the palm twice; just like they agreed. he ruffed her hair with a kiss on her forehead, “that’s my girl,” he winked before slipping off the bed.

choso tend to get overly excited with everything. being a cursed human trapped for years, he has a lot of things to make up for and his curiosity is about to kill a pussy. literally. he believes that when a thing needs to be done, it needs to be done right. the first time he found out that her human body was capable of squirting, he had her screaming on the edge of the bed with three fingers buried deep and his lips latched on her clit, thighs soaked and trembling as his free hand dug deep onto her flesh to hold her down.

today, he’s about to find out if his human has the gag reflex.

straddling her chest with nothing on but a boxer, she marvelled at the way his body looked. he hooked his finger on the strap, pulling the panties out and watched as his human panted for air. “are you going to be a good girl for me?” he cooed, tilting her chin up with a finger. “yes, choso.” she nodded eagerly.

he was an eager man. his cock sprunt out fully erected and she found herself salivating over the length. holding the base of it, he gave it a quick pump, pre cum leaking down on her lips, her tongue was already out to catch the falling droplet, licking it clean. holding on to the headboard, he slipped the head between her lips, a loud moan rumbled out of his throat as he watched little by little the length disappeared into her mouth.

“fuck, baby, look at the way you take my dick,” he snickered, thrusting his hips sending the tip to the back of her throat. her nose touched his trail, the corner of her eyes watered as she looked up to him desperately. “just a little more,” he hushed, wiping the stray tear away, grunting at the way her throat tightened around his length. he quickly pulled out, strings of her saliva and his pre cum soaking her chin. she panted, gulping as much air as she could when she felt the tip resting on her lips.

when she struggled to swallow what left in her mouth, he gave her a glare, a warningand like an obedient little slut, she swallowed it down. “open wide and let me fuck that pretty little mouth,” he grunted, bottoming down and up, slowly building a rhythm with the thrust of his hips. she gagged, his dick twitching at the squelching sound coming from her moist throat clamping on his dick desperately. when the passage started to feel tighter and unwelcoming, he reached down and closed her nose, telling her calmly to open and breath through her mouth. she shook her head to get his hand off and irritated, he grabbed her hair back and warned her of what happen to bad girls.

“bad little girls don’t deserve to cum,” he hissed, “do you want to be a bad girl, or do you want to open up for me and let me fill your throat up?”

her eyes watered as she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“i-i want to cum.”

“let’s try again then. show me what you’ve learned,” he let go of her hair and his eyes marvelled as she took the dick in, tongue flat against his shaft, lapping desperately against it as she took him in. she worked around it for a bit, bobbing and sucking on the tip, bottoming out with occasionally letting the tip in to the back of her throat ignoring the gagging urge. sense of pride built in her chest when she looked up to see such a tense look on his face. brows knitted with his eyes close as he struggled to take a breath every time she sucked it in; it was clear that he wanted to cum so badly.

and she took it personally.

without a warning, she put on the pretence of bottoming out, but instead of pulling, she held it in. dick deep down her spasming throat clenching desperately on his sensitive dick. tongue swirling on his veins, eyes bore on his now opened eyes, openly challenging him and she could hear him laughing. he knew what she was doing, trying to make him cum to end the game early but no way baby. two can play this game. he closed her nose again, watching as her cheeks flushed. he knew she’s not going to last.

he counted to 10, watched as she tugged on his restrains, eyes wide before pulling out. she gasped for air, coughing out spit and her pre cum. she didn’t even have enough time to recover when he grabbed her face.

“my baby thinks she’s so smart,” he smirked, planting a kiss on her nose, “you think you can end the game by making me cum in your mouth,” his hand travelled down to cup her soaking cunt, “that’s not the deal, baby. and even if you did make me cum, i still have plenty more to fill your needy cunt,” he slapped his palm on the sensitive nub, eliciting a scream from the girl. her legs closed immediately, clutching desperately as it trembled in pleasure.

he released the bind, immediately throwing the girl on all fours. she whimpered at his roughness. his hand buried in her hair, tugging on it until he could see down on her pretty teary eyes. her breath hitched when she felt the tip rubbing against her entrance, slowly splitting her apart as he drove his dick into her clenching wall. “does it feel good?” he cooed down on his human, cue her repeating yes like a prayer. he let go of her hair, grabbing a shoulder and her hips, before pulling out and in again. he quickly built his rhythm, the sound of her ass clapping against his pelvic got rougher and rougher. her loud cries echoed the small room, so melodiously to his ear. he leaned forward; nose buried in her hair as he inhaled her scent in.

his human smelled so good, so sweet and warm; it’s like walking into a bakery store where the baker had just pulled out a nice batch of cinnamon rolls. which she owns.

his hand reached under her shirt, tugging on the material of her bra spilling the goodies out. she called out his name when his fingers found the hardened nub, gently rolling it between his fingers. he lives for her reassurance. the like that, please touch me like that, choso that feel so good, fuck me a little harder; they all went straight to his dick. he nuzzled against her ears, warm breath tickling her neck as his fang brushed against her sensitive neck.

steadying her body, he took her hand in his huge palm, placing it on her lower abdomen. he kissed the side of her head, a small smile on his face, “do you feel that?” he asked, thrusting in, “your cunt looks so full and pretty buried on my dick.” her eyes widened when she realised the bulge was his dick. she could feel it moving from the outside, she swallowed her saliva, eyes fluttering back and forth.

“maybe i should fuck you full of my cum,” he kissed her shoulder, “first i’ll make you round and full of my cum, then maybe you’ll be round and full with my child. what do you think of that human?” she shuddered at the thought. he pulled her up, her back resting against his pounding chest.

she croaked, “choso-”

“you think i can make you a mother?” he hummed against her ears.

she was drunk and delirious, with his hand rubbing circles on her clit, she could only nod in compliance. such an obedient human, his mind noted. he didn’t understand how he got so obsessed with her, a human.

his little baker.

the very first time he laid eyes on her, she held a cinnamon roll to him, and he stuttered. she smiled so beautifully, and she welcomed him in her bakery every day. little by little, her pants turned into skirt and the skirt become shorter and shorter the more he came over. he got that instantly. every glance came with a little smirk as she placed his coffee and cinnamon bun. on a good day, he caught on what colour of bra she’s wearing. but now he got her shaking in his arms, bent to his every will as he pumped her full of pleasure.

he wanted her for forever.

“c-cum in me,” she stuttered, head resting on his shoulder.

he hummed in agreement, his lips leaving trails of black and blue on her shoulder as his thrusts got sloppier. she came undone first, his palm against her mouth as she screamed in pleasure. her legs trembled; her nails left crescent marks on his arms as he held her close. her walls clutching desperately against his length. he buried his face in the crook of her neck ad he powered through. she was a babbling mess, overstimulation finally hit her as his cock scrapped the inside of her raw. it didn’t take long for him to finally come, shooting ropes after ropes of his thick seed in her cunt. his hips slowed down; praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he came down from his own high. they crashed on the bed.

he didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside her as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in her womb, he’s not budging. she rested her head on his arm, his tongue lapped down her sweaty skin, kissing on every mark he left apologetically. it was almost painful to stay in her as his dick softened, but his hips still trusting so gently.

he could feel her chest rumbling as she let a soft laugh at his little antics. she let his arms wrapped around her, his soft breathing lulling her into sleep. he kissed her cheek and nuzzled back into her neck.

oh, how this cursed human loves his little baker so much.

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[princessphilly]

All Bets Are Off Chapter 12

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CW: smut, filthy talk

This is a bit of a filler chapter, sorry. 

“Are you going to miss me?”

Nina didn’t even look up from her iPad. It was so annoying yet adorable at the same time, how Sidney was desperately trying to get her to tell him how much she was going to miss him. 

“Um, I think you’re going to miss me more than I’ll miss you,” Nina finally replied. She grinned as Sidney huffed. 

The first month of the new year had passed by pretty quickly to Nina. After being together for New Year’s Eve, Nina and Sid separated as the Pens had to finish off their road trip. Nina stayed in Miami for Jason’s game before taking an extra week just for herself. It was nice to have a bit of a vacation, especially when Lauren flew down. Nina basically enjoyed being on the beach, hanging out with a close friend, and shopping. 

The morning of New Year’s Day, after having their first breakfast together of the new year, Sid had given Nina a card. Nina was shocked to see a credit card with her name on it and she had tried to give it back but Sid had insisted. “You don’t treat yourself enough, pretty girl,” he had firmly stated. So Nina took advantage of it to treat herself a bit. 

By the time she came back to Pittsburgh, Sidney’s road trip was over but Nina’s semester had started. They had a couple of weeks where they spent time together as much as possible before the Pens had another short road trip. Now, Sidney was on his way to the Olympics in Beijing for their longest separation so far.

Sidney finally had his bag packed the way that he liked it. Glancing at Nina laying on their, um, his bed, he drawled, “Are you sure you aren’t going to miss me?”

Nina looked up and giggled. “You hog the sheets, Sidney. And you’re like a furnace when you sleep.”

Sidney walked over to the bed, crouching over Nina. “Hurting my feelings right before I have to take a long flight. Tsk tsk.”

“Your flight leaves tomorrow. You’re just making sure you are totally prepared tonight. Stop being so dramatic, Sidney Crosby.”

Sidney smirked as he brushed a hand down Nina’s front. She was clothed, wearing one of his t-shirts. “Still, Nina. 

“Still, Sidney.”

Nina stuck out her tongue at Sidney as he giggle-honked. Sidney brushed an errant strand of hair off of Nina’s forehead as he whispered, “I wish you were coming.”

“It was too short of a notice to take almost three weeks off, Sid,” Nina murmured. “Plus, hasn’t it always just been your family attending the Olympics?”

“Yes?”

Nina smiled. “Then, I would be breaking your tradition and your superstitions-”

Sidney opened his mouth to disagree but Nina put a finger over it. “Don’t even start, we both know how important ALL of your superstitions are. Even if you wouldn’t say it, if you lose without a gold medal and I'm there, part of you would be wondering. So quit the bullshit, Sidney.”

Sidney gave Nina a chagrined smile as she laughed at him. She was right, as always.

“Sid, it’ll be fine. You’re lucky I’m a morning person, you can call me crazy early here and I’ll pick up,” Nina reasoned. 

Sidney pouted a bit. “I finally got you to actually date me, I don’t want to be separated from you for that long.”

“How cute, Mr. Obsessed-with-Hockey has become soft in his old age.”

Nina squealed when Sidney tickled her, squirming. “Okay, okay, you’re allowed to become soft!”

Sidney gave Nina a soft smile and she gulped. Something shifted in that look and Nina felt like there was something new. 

Sidney bit his lip as Nina nervously laughed. In that moment, the pure joy on Nina’s face as she squealed while he tickled her, Sidney was sure that he loved her. He loved Nina. But this was the wrong time to admit that. So he chuckled and said, “If I’m soft, it’s only because of you.”

Nina stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Sidney chose not to respond to that statement, instead choosing to slide his lips over hers. Soft and sweet, exploratory as they kissed, not their usual hungry kisses. Then Nina wrapped a leg around Sidney’s waist and the mood changed. 

Nina ended the kiss first, whispering, “I can feel that someone is going to really miss me.”

“Going to miss you so much,” Sidney replied, grinding his hips into Nina’s core. “Let me show you.”

Nina gasped as Sidney sucked along her neck, just light enough not to leave any marks. “Gonna give you something to remember while I’m gone,” Sidney promised as his hands went under her shirt before pulling it off. 

Nina grinned before moaning as Sidney began to do exactly what he promised to do.

**

Sidney sighed as he sent the text. Everything was going great, even after a couple of hiccups in their first group stage games. This year, it was obvious to Sidney that this was going to be the last Olympics for him. Except for him, Tazer, Bergy, Tanger, Webs, Price, and Giroux, all of the other players on the team were under 30. Sidney saw his job as captain this year to not just get one more gold, but get the younger guys ready to take over. 

Right now, they were getting ready to play against Germany, their first game after the group stage, the real games. It was before pregame; the players whose families had come to Beijing were giving well-wishes. At this moment, Sidney wished Nina was here with him instead of home in Pittsburgh.

His phone pinged and Sidney relaxed when he saw the message: its midnight here. Good luck. Im g2g2 sleep. Bye

That message was quickly followed by another one: why the hell did they schedule yall for so fucking late? figured canada would be primetime here

Sidney laughed when he saw Nina’s message. Giroux looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Must be the elusive girlfriend.”

Giroux’s wife elbowed him, causing him to say ow. Sidney snickered; they may be teammates for Team Canada but their truce was still a fragile truce. Ryanne Giroux said, “I heard Nina’s very sweet and kind.”

“Oh?”

Sidney was suddenly very curious. Blithely, Ryanne replied, “You know as well as I do it’s a small league. People only have the kindest things to say about her.”

Relaxing a bit, Sidney grinned. “Nina’s pretty fucking amazing. I’m lucky she likes me.”

“Oh God, he’s talking about Nina again.”

Sidney’s grin turned into a smile as Tanger clasped him on the back. Tanger continued, “It took five years-”

“Five years,” Giroux asked as Sidney groaned. “Stop giving him chirp material.”

Ryanne snickered as Sidney’s phone pinged again; kris says ur bragging about me again?

“Really, Tanger, really?”

Kris laughed as Sidney narrowed his eyes. “Calm down, Sid.” 

Before Sidney could reply, Nina sent him another text: score a hat trick

Sidney gave his phone a soft smile. It was time to get focused for the game, so Sidney put his phone away as soon as he went back into the locker room.

**

Nina cracked an eye open. The time difference was a motherfucker; it was 5:45 am but 5:45pm. Yawning, Nina sat up in her bed as she accepted the call from Sid. 

“Nina, really?”

“Good morning to you,” Nina yawned. 

Sid slightly frowned. Nina was wearing a team USA t-shirt. Her shorts were blue. Even her sleep bonnet was blue. 

“I’m not Canadian, Sid.”

“Stilll-“

Nina smirked as she shook her head. “No, I’m not rooting for you. Score as many goals as you want, I’m Team USA.”

Sidney scowled as Nina laughed. “It’s not even like the US made the gold medal game!”

Nina was disappointed in Team USA. She was hoping they would make it to the gold medal game but they were going to go against Finland for Bronze. Tomorrow, at 8am Beijing Time, 8pm EST, Canada was going against Sweden for gold. 

“Still, you should be rooting for me.”

“I am,” Nina reasoned. “I want you to score all the goals. But, I just cannot root for Canada, yet.”

“Yet.”

Nina looked up to the ceiling before yawning again. Sidney was in a snit. She felt a tiny bit bad for Sweden because they were going to get it. But that wasn’t her problem. “Seriously, good luck, Sidney.”

“Thank you, Nina.”

Nina blew Sidney a kiss and he pretended to catch it. Then he licked his lips. “How many days did you take off when I get back?”

“Three, Sidney. Just three.”

Nina couldn’t help the rush of heat in her center when Sidney drawled, “I don’t plan to let you out of my house then.”

“Win the damn gold then,” Nina snapped. 

Sidney chuckled, saying, “You’re ready to go back to sleep then. Sweet dreams, Nina.”

“Bye, Sid.”

**

Nina looked down at her phone. There were three messages, long messages, all from Sid. She took in a deep, fortifying breath. Canada had one gold and Sidney had two goals. From the highlights, it seemed like Sidney was on a mission the whole game. Sighing, Nina pressed play on the first one. It was just a noisy celebration, nothing big until Sidney started talking. His talking was garbled at first and Nina laughed when she realized that he was drunk off his ass when he called her. 

The second voicemail started just as garbled, then Nina heard Sidney clearly say, “I’m so happy we won, I still wish you were here, you’re my new lucky charm, pretty girl. Fuck, I love you so much, pretty girl, you make everything better now that you’re mine.”

The next one was just sappy as the second, but Sidney was definitely somewhere quieter with this one. But he was also just as drunk, as he ended by saying, “I wanna fuck you when I get back, with you wearing my gold, pretty girl. This gold is almost as pretty as you.”

Nina ruefully laughed, already expecting apologetic texts from Sidney when he was sober. But for the rest of the day, the thought lingered in her mind, the idea that Sidney loved her. However, her patients kept Nina busy and she didn’t get a moment to really ruminate on that. Then, Nina went over to Karesha’s house to babysit her play nephew, AJ, as Karesha went out with her boyfriend. 

Within an hour of leaving, Karesha came back in, heated as she slammed the door. AJ commented, “He must have made Mom mad again.”

“AJ, please go upstairs and play with your Legos, Mommy needs to talk to Aunt Nina,” Karesha asked, trying hard to control her voice. 

AJ quickly ran up the stairs, loudly closing the door to his room. Karesha flopped on the couch, kicking off her expensive heels. “Fuck men.”

Nina got up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. Pour shots, she passed one to Karesha before sitting back down next to her friend. Karesha gratefully smiled before downing the shot. 

“I’m tired of this shit. I told him it was over through text. How dare he say he’s coming up to Pittsburgh before spring training and then text me after I get to the restaurant to say he’s not coming after all. I’m done. I can’t.”

Nina murmured sympathetically, “Fuck him.”

“I’m so glad I never brought him around AJ though,” Karesha stated. “He had the nerve to say I spent too much time with my kid when I told him it was over.”

Nina’s eyes widened at that statement. “What are you supposed to do? Parent him less?”

Thoughts about Sidney were forgotten as Nina consoled her friend. Deciding to sleep over, Nina woke up early in the morning on the couch, several texts from Sidney waiting for her. Nina quickly scanned over them, starting with a text telling Nina his flight was about to come in to the last one asking if everything was okay. Nina sent him a message: friend had a crisis, be over around 10

It was early, around 7am so Nina didn’t expect to get a response. But Sidney replied: everything ok?

As ok as it’s gonna be, don’t worry, Nina sent back before straightening up Karesha’s living room. She then slipped out, locking the door from the inside. 

**

“Gonna get you full with my cum, pretty girl. Fuck, look at you, your pussy already trying to milk my cum.”

Nina groaned as she watched Sid fuck her, claiming her. Her legs were over his shoulders, allowing Sidney to fuck her deep. “You missed me, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh,” Nina managed to say. He was fucking her so good, each stroke hitting her g-spot. It was like Sidney returned as a man on a mission. 

“I missed you. Dreamed of you every night, Nina,” Sidney rasped. 

“Mmmm.”

Nina no longer had words, she could feel her high coming. Then she felt Sidney’s fingers, just two fingers on her clit and it was enough to send her over the edge. Nina screamed, her nails digging into Sidney’s back. That was enough to get Sidney to reach his high as well, his grunts wordless as he came. 

Nina sighed as Sidney withdrew, already sad at feeling empty. Sidney sat back on his haunches, watching as his cum started to leak out of Nina’s pussy. “I’ll never get enough of seeing that,” he remarked as he played with Nina’s clit. “Just for me, pretty girl.”

Moaning, Nina closed her eyes. She was sensitive but she felt herself respond to Sidney’s fingers. Then his fingers were replaced with his tongue, his fingers fucking his cum deeper inside of her pussy and the time for rational thought was gone. 

**

Six weeks later

Nina sighed as she rifled through her bag for the keys to her apartment. Today was her thirty-first birthday and for some reason, she felt weird. ‘Maybe it’s because I’m now on the other side of thirty,’ Nina thought to herself. 

The morning began with happy birthday texts from friends, birthday calls from Mom and Dad, and a facetime call with Jason. Sidney had sent her a funny meme birthday text but nothing else. Nina knew she shouldn’t feel too bad; the Pens were trying to solidify their playoff spot in the division and her birthday, April 5, fell right at the end of the season. As she opened the door, Nina hoped that Sid would at least do something once the playoffs were over. At the same time, it felt weird that she wasn’t going out with her parents either.

Just her luck that for the first time she was in a relationship around her birthday, her boyfriend had reasons not to take her out. Nina sniffled as she turned on the light.

“SURPRISE!!”

Nina gasped as Sidney, Kris, Geno, Anna, Catherine, Taylor, Alex, Victoria, Mario, Nathalie, Guentzy, Tristan, Hannah, Karesha, AJ, Lauren, her mom and dad, and Aryanna jumped out. Eyes wide, Nina burst into tears. 

“Oh no, what’s wrong pretty girl,” Sidney replied, folding Nina into his arms. 

Nina sniffled as she cried, “I thought everyone forgot my birthday!”

“I told you she wasn’t going to take it well,” Karesha muttered as Lauren kicked her. “Girl, be happy he did this all for you when he could be extra obsessive about the playoffs.”

Nina cut her eyes at Karesha before getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Sid’s cheek. “Thank you, Sid.”

**

The pictures of that night were put into a small scrapbook. Nina didn’t understand Sidney’s love for documenting memories in such a dramatic way but it was nice to look back at the memories in book form instead of having to scroll through her phone. Playoffs were now starting though so Nina was sure that would be the last carefree time until the playoffs were over, this time hopefully with another cup.

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anon: hi cissie! jdjd um can I request a fwb au + reader who uses sex as a way to forget the abuse she gets from a verbally abusing household + cockwarming after sex with dabi and it’s just angsty and a little bit of smut? im sorry if it’s too much :( 

a/n: this ask was sent to my sfw sideblog, so i posted it here! i looooove this prompt anon, so no need to apologize! it took me a while but kljhdfkll smutty angst dabi really gets me<3 i recommend listening to the playlist while reading, really fits the theme of this fic.

not me self-projecting lmfao

pairing/s: dabi x f!reader

wc: 1 338

tags: explicit nsfw content, implied verbal abuse, fwb au, cockwarming, praise kink if you squint

-ꦼ———▸ crossposted on ao3

⋅. ♪ .⋅ dabi Playlist 

“useless piece of shit”

“don’t you have anything better to do with your life?”

It’s cold. It’s raining.

“you’re so shit at this. is being a slut the only thing you know?”

Make it stop, make it stop.

“you little bitch!”

You grab your phone from your nightstand, shaking fingers swiping across the screen to look for that one contact.

“I’m always here, dollface. Just give me a call.”

That’s what he said, didn’t he? Surely he wouldn’t mind even if it was in the middle of the night, it wasn’t like he said anything about time restrictions or whatever. With a nervous sigh, you tapped the call button to a familiar number.

The phone rang twice, with a minute in between before he answered.

“Hey doll, isn’t it too late for you to be awake?” You can almost hear the smug grin he always wore. 

“Can I come over?” You hoped you didn’t sound desperate.

“Sure sweetcheeks,” you preened at the nickname, “just go through the back, I’ll leave the door open.” You hung up.

By the time you arrive, his bedroom is left open. You tiptoe your way to the halls, not wanting to wake any of the other members (because who knows what these villains might do if you interrupt their sleep). 

He’s perched up on his balcony railing, a cigarette in hand as he waits. He doesn’t turn as you approach him, choosing to continue gazing at the streets below. Neither of you utter a single word as you let the silence sink in comfortably between the two of you.

After the last drag of his cigarette, he lights up another from his right pocket. He exhales the smoke right into your face, making you wave it away in return as you scrunched your nose at him. 

“What’d they say this time?” He nonchalantly asks as he puffs out another gust of smoke. You watch it dissipate into thin air, contemplating between telling him everything or to simply remain silent.

“Nothing.” Real smart of you, [Chealsey].

He ‘tsked’ before tossing his cigarette away, climbing off the railing before putting his hands on either sides of yours, trapping you between his arms.

He lifted your chin up with a finger, “I thought I said good girls don’t lie.” You felt a shiver travel down your spine. He leaned in close to your as he whispered huskily, “do I have to remind you of last time?” You shook your head. 

He grinned.

--

Things ended up the same from there.

You in his sheets, a mess of babbled pleas and whimpers as he pounded into you mercilessly. Your nails clawed harshly on his back, but he didn’t even notice the pain, more preoccupied with the feeling of his cock sinking into you at a slow pace.

Any girl he’s fucked with always wanted the same thing. Harsh, fast thrusts devoid of any passion. They can be quick, or lengthened into hours, but all they wanted was the sweet release from some rough fucking with a stranger. 

All for pleasure, no strings attached. Which was all fine with him, the feeling was mutual. He didn’t take any of them to bed for the sake of finding his ‘the one’ or whatever romance bullshit hollywood liked to portray.

Sex was great, something to let out all the pent up energy he has if he doesn’t get to kill as much as he wants. The buzzing pleasure he feels after a good fuck wasn’t something he could just deny either, no matter how much he pretends he doesn’t need it.

But you? Weren’t you a special case.

You didn’t even belong near his world, a lost void of all the tragedies and harsh truths the universe could offer. You were a sweet little thing, an innocent being torn in the hands you trusted the most, that much he could tell.

He went through the same thing after all, much more gruesome, but very much still the same. 

Words could hurt deeper than a knife, and who knows how long they’ve been stabbing you.

So when you cried you eyes out at a bar that night, hands clinging on the musty glass you were holding, he took a long look in your red puffy eyes.

[e/c] orbs filled with hurt and sorrow. This wasn’t a surprise, but what did surprise him was they wasn’t anything else.

Not an ounce of hate or anger, just waves of murky grey longing to be saved from drowning.

He was there, wasn’t he? He may be a villain, but he wasn’t opposed to saving every now and then.

So he saved you the way you wanted him to.

--

You gasped when he slammed his hips into yours, a deep thrust that made you see stars. His breath is hot against your neck, each moan you hear him let out sends a coiling heat to your core. 

His hands remained firm on your hips, steadying you into one place as he sets a slow rhythm. “Pretty little thing,” He cooed, “taking my cock so well. You feel so good for me baby.”

You feel your cunt clench at his words, causing him to groan in reaction. 

“Fuuuuck, you liked that? You like hearing me tell you how good you make me feel?” You whimpered in response.

He pressed soft kisses against your neck, trailing up until he reaches your jawline then your lips. Pausing for just a second, he brushes his lips against yours before sucking on your bottom lip. You part your lips willingly, letting his tongue enter your mouth.

With his tongue swirling with yours, he lets a hand roam all over your body. Rough, calloused fingertips skim on different parts of your skin, sending a delightful tingling feeling on your nerves as you struggle to keep up with the sweet rolling of his hips.

He stopped kissing you, eyeing the light trail of saliva connecting your lips. Your hands were digging deep into his shoulders, “D-dabi, please I-” an aimed thrust caused the tip of his cock prod against a particular spot that had you drowning in pleasure. 

“Please what princess?” He chuckled as he saw you bit your lip, struggling to maintain what’s left of your composure.

“Faster please, I’m so close.” You whined as he aimed another thrust into that spot. 

“If that’s what my baby wants.” His voice was a thick, velvet drape of comfort rumbling in his chest. The words he uttered were sweet and intoxicating, despite the sinful intentions behind them. 

You felt so lightheaded, your body hot and swimming in pleasure. He knew just where to touch you, what words to say, and how close you wanted to be with him. So he obliged, sending shockwaves of pleasure one after another, making you mewl.

He reached a hand down to touch your clit, causing you to tighten around his shaft. He mumbled incoherent curses as he quickened his pace, thumb rubbing and pressing against your bundle of nerves as he continued to fuck you harder.

You screamed his name when you felt yourself shatter in release, walls clamping down on his cock as you came. He growled as he went still, ropes of white painting your walls as he found his own release. After a few seconds he plopped down on you, not moving a muscle. You both spent the next minutes catching a breath.

You wondered when he was gonna get off you, but your question was soon answered when he tugged his thin blanket over your bodies without separating himself from you.

“Let’s just stay like this.” He mumbled from where his head laid on your chest. You didn’t mind, the heat was nice. So you caressed his hair softly, causing his eyes to flutter. Soon, you fell into a deep sleep.

You forgot what they said, even if it was only for the night. But you couldn’t even think about that, not when you’ve finally slept good for what felt like years.

#cries #why was this kinda comforting for me lol #dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha smut #mha x reader #dabi smut

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INTERRUPTED G.L.

Request: May i request a gar imagine where they keep trying to have their 'first time' but they keep getting interrupted by other titans. you don't have to write smut if you're not comfortable im just here for the the fluff + the titans reaction to the morning after for bonus because i feel like that would be so funny to write.

Warning: mentions of s.e.x. 

A/N: This was so cute to right! I love writing for Gar 

Word Count: 3.3k

Gar Logan was one of a kind.

He was the kind of person that could make you smile on your worst days. The only one who seemed to truly care when you needed to talk to someone. And most importantly, he was the one person in this world that you would die for. Over and over again.

You would do anything for him, repeatedly if he asked. Make him supper every night? Of course. Train with him? Every day. Fall asleep in his arms at night? You couldn't sleep without him. Have sex with him? As much as you wanted to, every time you went for it, someone got in the way.

It was frustrating how many times you got interrupted and soon you were about to do it whether or not someone in the team needed you. Each and every time you and Gar got some time alone, someone was always there to interrupt you.

Gar was a shy person, everyone knew that. He was awkward when it came to PDA and he frankly, had no idea what the hell he was doing half the time. Lucky for him, you could help along the way. He learned from you and to be honest, you learned a few things from his as well. You guys had molded into the perfect couple.

Dick wasn't happy to see the two of you dating. He knew how messy it could get to date teammates but there was also nothing that he could do to stop you. So, as he watched you from a far, he also reminded you to be careful. And you were, just maybe not in the sense that he told you to.

The first time you were interrupted was partially been your own fault. You knew that the Titans were busy with trying to take down their latest enemy and yet you still deemed it a good time to finally have your first time with Gar. It was relatively early in the evening but you couldn't stop the feeling running through your core.

You had barely gotten your shirt off when Dick came knocking at your door to say that the two of you were needed and to suit up. As disappointed as you were, you couldn't be mad at him for needing you and your boyfriend for a mission. So, reluctantly, you geared up and headed out while Gar tried to hide his rather obvious boner.

You didn't think that anyone on the team noticed that you were in the middle of something during that mission. Besides you being a little extra frustrated, it seemed that you and Gar was just hanging out. Dick didn't have an ounce of guilt in him - but he would have if he had known the truth.

By the time that you got back home, you passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Gar went to sleep that night dreaming of you.  

The second time that you found your night ruined was by Rachel. Gar had stupidly forgot to lock his door and Rachel found herself barging in when he didn't answer the knock on his door. Gar was hovered of you, lips attacking your neck and shirt completely off. He was better than you - nothing but your underwear and the blankets to cover you.

Rachel screeched just about as loudly as the door slammed. She wasn't expecting to walk in on that - in fact she thought you were out of the tower for the night. Rachel nearly ran down the hall trying to get the images of her two best friends out of her head. In public, the two of you never showed any PDA  to the point that she sometimes forgot you were actually dating.

Gar huffed in annoyance and rolled down beside you. His heart was racing from the experience and he couldn't help but the bright red blush that covered his face. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to get rid of his frustration at Rachel - he was really looking forward to finally having the time to have sex with you.

Never in his life was he so disappointed and embarrassed at the same time. Having his closet friend barge in on him on his almost first time didn't exactly get him riled up to keep going.

"'s a cute look for you," You teased him, poking at the redness in his cheeks and neck. He found himself blushing lots with you, and every time you couldn't help but admire him even more. Gar rolled his eyes and rummaged for two random shirt, one for himself and the other for you. "Rachel ruin the mood for you?"

"Did it not ruin it for you?" Gar jokingly scoffed at you. He watched you pull his shirt over your head and then crawl out of his bed. You knew what you were doing to him - swaying your hips as you walked by, bending down real slow as you picked up a pair of his sweats off the floor. His red face became even brighter as you pulled his pants up your legs. "I don't think that's gonna help."

"Can't say I didn't try," you winked at him. Walking by his mirror, your just barely got a glance at your neck. Faint bruises covered your skin - not dark enough to be obvious to anyone not paying attention but just enough to remind you that you were once again so close. "Never would have guessed you were a hickey kinda guy. Maybe it's the tiger in you."

"If it were the tiger in me I think you'd have a lot more damage," Gar joked. He laid flat against his bed and waited for you to join him. You flopped down on the opposite side of the bed and tilted you head to face him. "You've got pretty eyes."

"And you're a sap," You grinned, lightly smacking his chest. "Movie?"

"Sure," Gar quickly agreed. He loved movie nights with you. Warm blankets, you cuddled into his side, and nothing but happiness in his heart. "I'd say popcorn too but I'm too afraid to accidentally run into Rachel out there."

"There's my brave boyfriend I know and love."

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The third time that you got interrupted was probably to most infuriating time. Jason, of all people had to be the one nagging at your door that he needed your help. You hoped that he would go away if you just ignored him, but he still didn't give up.

"I can hear you in there, (Y/N)," Jason knocked once more on  the door. You were straddling Gar, hands on his bare chest  and eyes squeezed shut in hopes that he would leave. It was no use. You wouldn't have been so mad if the two of you had already had sex at one point in your relationship - but it seemed like you never got the chance.

It had taken you so long to get Gar confident enough to be wanting to do it. This wasn't your first rodeo, but it was his. And as much as you wanted to make it special for him, it seemed like your time got more limited as the weeks went on. It wasn't just his first time, it was yours together - you wanted it to be romantic.

"You think he's gonna leave?" you whispered. Gar shook his head. With a sigh, you rolled off of him and plucked your clothes from the floor to halfheartedly put them back on to answer the door. Gar stumbled to do the same. Your hair was a mess and you were sure your shirt was on backwards but you honestly didn't care anymore.

You unlocked your door and whipped it open. Jason was standing with his fist raised and ready to knock again. He was taken aback by your appearance. Messy clothes, anger in your eyes - you were not pleased to see him. And you weren't. At all.

"What, Jason?" You snapped at him. This better be good for him to come knocking on your day. This time you really thought that you and Gar were going to make it through the night without anyone getting in your way. Apparently, you were mistaken. Again.

"Can I borrow your Led Zeppelin record?" Jason asked. You could swear that you felt your eye twitch with anger and steam coming out of your ears. You were beyond furious that he interrupted you and Gar just to borrow some stupid record of yours. Fucking Jason Todd.

Your hands clenched into fists at your side and the rest of your body was tense. It wasn't Jason saw Gar sheepishly sitting on the edge of your bed did he realize he made a mistake. You were ready to lost your shit at him for this, and you would have too if it wasn't for Gar.

He joined you at the door and placed a hand on your lower back under your shirt. His touch washed away your anger - at least some of it. "Hey, Jay," Gar smiled. You couldn't understand why he was able to keep his calm so easily, this affected him just as much if not more.

With a huff, you stalked to the corner of your room to find the record that he was talking about. You were tempted to smash it right in front of him just to leave him without the satisfaction, however it was one of your favourites too. Instead, you smacked it onto his chest and slammed the door in his face.

That should have been a big enough hint that you were furious at him.

"UGH!" you groaned as you plopped down on your bed. Limbs spread out on your messy sheets and disappointment rolling off you like waves. You were more horny than you ever have been in your whole life and yet you couldn't bring yourself to go back to what you were doing. This was a whole new kind of sexual frustration.

"Is this god giving us a sign?" You grabbed the pillow you weren't laying on and smashed it against your face. Gar chuckled at you and removed the pillow to kiss you. "Why? I just! Ugh! I'm so angry right now I can't even decide what I want to be angry about!"

"You're adorable when you're angry," Gar flirted. You glared up at him which only enticed a laugh. Usually, the sound of his laughter always brought a smile to your face, this time it just made you more frustrated with everything going on. You snatched the pillow out of his hands and hit him across the chest with it.

Gar raised his eyebrows at your outburst. He darted for the other pillow on your bed and smacked you back. He knew that this meant for him - a full out war. If there was one thing that you took seriously it was pillow fights. You never lost a single one and Gar had been the unfortunate loser every time.

"I take it back!" He cowered away from your raised pillow. You narrowed your eyes at him but slowly lowered your weapon. "You're angry already I don't want you to release it all out on me."

"Wanna go train?" You countered.

"At midnight? No!" Gar shook his head, bewildered that you wanted to go work up a sweat this late at night. It was one way to get your frustration at Jason out. You could already imagine that the punching bag was his face. "I'm ready to go to bed. And don't you dare say you're too angry to sleep."

"I'm angry enough to kick you out."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not."

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Gar knew if that if the two of you got interrupted one more time, you might literally kill someone.

So, he did what any wise boyfriend would do and warned everyone on the team that if anyone knocked on your door that night, it better be because of the end of the world and nothing less of it. Though he never stated why, he was sure that the team all understood what his plan was for the night.

It was a few days after your last incident with Kori - a completely embarrassing story that you or Gar never wanted to think about ever again. That by far, had to have been the worse experience that you ever had within the tower and you hoped that Kori would never bring it up ever.

Gar had the night planned out in his head. With no one to bother the two of you, he hoped the night would go smoothly. After all your failed tries, it had to. All he had to do was wait for you to get back to the tower.

It felt like hours that he was lounging around in your room for you to come back. He went from playing some of your records to snooping around to looking at old pictures of you and your family. Time seemed so slow and when he finally heard the creak of your door open up he couldn't hide his grin.

"Holy shit, Gar!" you grabbed onto your chest. You had no idea that he'd be in your room. You draped your coat over your chair and dropped down to your bed. It had been a long day and there was nothing more that you wanted to do than to spend time with your boyfriend. "What are you doing in here? Creeping?"

Gar never answered your question but simply strolled over to your door and turned the lock. You raised an eyebrow at the sound - the only time you ever locked your door was when clothes came off. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to be disappointed with another interruption again."

"It's not gonna happen," Gar promised you. You sat up on your bed with a weary look. It was four times now that you had gotten your night caught off, a fifth time would only mean that you were nothing but bad luck. However, Gar's confidence in the two of you being left alone sparked an excitement through you.

You reached out to snatch his hand and tugged him onto the bed with you. Without even giving him a second to adjust, your lips were on his. Gar savored this kiss with you - the gentleness of your touch being dominated by eagerness. You wanted this night more than anything.

Gar was nervous - of course he was nervous. This was his first time and he didn't want to disappoint you. He knew that you would never be upset by him, no matter how the night went on his behalf. You wanted this night to be for him, not for yourself. But after all this time, you needed his touch just as much as he needed yours.

His fingertips danced along your skin and under your shirt. He was always so gentle with you; as if you were made a glass and a single harsh touch would shatter you. You didn't waste time to tug off his shirt, breaking your kiss for only a moment before coming together again.

Gar pulled you off the bed just enough to pull of your sweater and everything underneath it. Cold air dusted across your bare chest and enticed a shiver through you.

"This is usually about the time someone comes in, you sure that it's not gonna happen?" You joked. Gar's lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking as he mad his way to his desired destination.

"I'm sure," Gar promised. He left a more pressured bite right against your pulse point and you couldn't help but moan at the feeling. You could feel him smile against your skin, happy that he was the one causing you this pleasure.

"Last chance, if someone walks into this room after this I'm not stopping for them."

Gar only unbuttoned your jeans in response.

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"So, uh, fun night?"

You were never embarrassed about someone else knowing you had sex. Your friends used to harass you but they never got a reaction out of you. Even now, when your won teammates knew exactly what you and your boyfriend had done the night before, you felt no ounce of sheepishness. You couldn't say the same about Gar.

Last night had been perfect. Not a single person tried to get you for something and Gar had been amazing. You wanted to relieve that night over and over again. You didn't have a single disappointment and you were sure that Gar felt the same way.

He could see why you were so mad every time you got interrupted. He was missing out on so much all this time.

The next morning, the two of you strolled out of your room with painfully obvious signs of what had happened. Dark bruises covered your neck and you had his shirt from the previous day hanging on your shoulders. Gar's hair was a mess and no amount of brushing would tame it down.

Gar tried to sneak back to his room to shower but the second that he stepped out in the hall, Jason was passing by and ushered the two of you to breakfast. He could not wait to see the amount of teasing that you guys were about to get from everyone else. So, the two of you were seated in your normal spots as Rachel finished cooking for everyone.

Jason sat across the table from you and only smirked at your glare. Rose looked between the two of you. She opened her mouth to speak but then decided against it. It was finally Rachel that spoke up and asked about your night.

You cleared your throat before answering. "Um, yep. Just uh, chill."

"Mhmm," Dick nodded to your answer. He sat on the other side of you and stared directly at your neck while you avoided his gaze. Quickly, he raised his arm to flick one of your hickey's. "Chill night, huh?"

"Ow!" you hissed in pain. Without thinking, you kicked him from under the table, which only proved even more that you were lying - not that anyone needed more proof. "Stop being such, such a dick! I'm a grown adult too, you know."

"And the kids are suddenly all grown up," Kori joined in on the teasing. Everyone was aware of her... relationship, with Dick. She was in no position to tease you about having sex with a teammate. 

"You've literally known us for less than a year," Gar pointed out after shoving a forkful of food in his mouth. "And you're not that much older than us."

"Yeah, we'll next time go to Gar's room and bother Rachel," Jason complained. He was pretty sure he nearly busted his eardrums from how loud his headphones were last night. There was still ringing in his ears. Gar's face flushed red and the comment and Rachel had to point it out to make it worse.

"Guy's stop bugging Gar," you rolled your eyes to their teasing. Your hand searched for his under the table and as soon as you found it you interlocked fingers. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable and then have to wait another long time before having sex again - this wait was far too long already.

"Young love," Rachel sighed.

"Well, thanks for breakfast Rach, I gotta shower," You stood up from your chair and looked around at everyone. The hickies that Dick had just made fun of reflected perfectly in the sunlight for everyone to see. Gar sat at the table with his head in his hands as everyone stared at him. 

As much as you hated that everyone interrupted you at least once, being with Gar was well worth the wait. He was nothing but perfect with you, and that’s all that mattered. 

"And I also just want to say I fucking hate you all, if you ever knock on my door again expect a punch to the face."

#gar logan #garfield logan #gar logan imagine #gar logan one shot #gar logan x reader #dc titans #titans #titans imagine #titans one shot #dc one shot #dc imagine #dc #fluff

[ch4nb4ng]

[4:57]

ceo!chan

warnings: porn, office sex, penetration, squirting, roughish (?) play, depredation and humiation (very little)

you walked in and sat on the chair in front him. a frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you slouched down, indifferent about the unprofessionalism in front of your boss.

“do i need to remind you that this is a workplace, and not your apartment where you can huff and puff and do what you want?”

his tone was stern, but his face said otherwise. he was one to talk; he was in fact slouched in his ‘very special’ office chair as well, barely concentrating on what he was meant to be doing: his job. you remained unchanged, completely unbothered. anything harsh that came from his mouth at this moment was like flicking a fly off your shoulder; annoying, but nothing too serious.

“mr. bang im so stressed,” you sighed, waiting for him to look away from his desktop and become fixated on you, the look of concern: the heavy lean, head cocked back slightly, palm of his hand resting underneath his chin, index and middle fingers rating on his chin, thumb on his jaw, the others pushing onto his lips. and finally, the furrowed eyebrow of concern. He was a strict boss. always busy doing work and being productive. no time for mucking around or incompetence was tolerated. however, he was fair. fair work load, adequate amount of time given for tasks to be completed, break times, and he didn’t mind listening to his employees when they were stressed with problems outside of work (but if they were about work, his ears became shut).

“mr. bang?” your lips formed into a pout as he ignored you, eyes still fixated on his screen. you lifted a hand, waving it infront of his face. nothing. you could feel the seed of frustration become implanted in the pit of your stomach. nothing could be done about it; it had to be left alone. he was your boss, the ceo; it’s not like you could actually become angry at him. on the contrary he was being very rude.

“mr. bang,” you sighed, “what’s on your computer?”

more silence in response. what on earth was his problem? he was quick to criticise you, highlighting your informal entry into his office, yet he couldn’t give you the time of day? the seed of anger began to grow, his ignorance to you like water is to a plant; the main ingredient for development. it was growing, faster and faster as his head tilted to a slight angle, as if he already didn’t have a good enough angle of whatever he was looking at.

“nevermind,” you huffed, stomping out of his seat and turning on your heels. You were ready to make your exit, way too fed up to have a proper, logical conversation with him. as you began your first step, you froze, ears perking up at the pornographic moans that bled through the surround sound speaker system. you refused to turn around, saving the embarrassment your boss felt in front of his assistance. all you were able to hear was what you assumed to be the knee-shattering thud coming from his desk. warmth creeping onto your cheeks, things were becoming too real. his fingers were moving fast, trying anything and everything to shut the computer down.

“fuck,” he mumbled, what he thought was under his breath, but in reality was easily audible to the ear, he puffed, knocking over a collection of folders as he dragged the mouse across the screen.

‘just keep walking’ you thought to yourself; it would be so much easier if you had just walked out and pretended that none of this had happened. it was embarrassing, you were embarrassed for him; anyone would be. all you had to do was leave. escape and prevent him from any further humiliation.

but it was impossible now. you could hear the female’s voice.

“fuck,” she whined, “i must be such a good assistant for my boss to fuck me this go-.”

and finally, he had managed to turn the sound off. your body betrayed you, panic replacing the seed of anger as you scurried to his desk, helping him gather the sheets he had loosely scattered around him. the adrenalin was slowly wearing off as you helped him. you refuse to let your eyes sit on him at all. this was, well, weird; but not like you hadn’t thought of it before. a face panic was hijacking his features, but the way his blazer was half way down his shoulders, heavy on the floor with his legs widely spread, was sending your mind into a head spin. you paused, unsure of what to do or how to proceed, mind falling into a confliction. Any person would pick up the papers, put them on his desk and run out of there, but the whole thing sparked a type of thrill in your chest. you shook your head, standing up and placing the remainder of loose paper on his desk. The eye contact was brief. the redness previously playing on his ears had dissipated. you span around once more, hoping to successfully leave his office this time.

“wait,” he gasped, extending a hand, letting the roughness of his fingertips wrap around your innocent wrist. you said nothing, letting yourself feel mr. bang’s chest against your back, adding the necessary heat and drive to your body that you had oh so desired. your head thrown back, you let it ply out. let your boss snake his fingers around once more, gripping your wrist, slithering around your body, a palm effortlessly spreading across your neck. a soft groan escaped your lips, eyelids falling as you gave yourself into his touch, letting your own fingertips rest on his hardened thigh. Index finger perched underneath your chin, you smiled; the harsh feeling of him cocking your head to the left contrasting with the complimentary graze against your lobe as he tucked the oh so delicate strands behind your ear.

There was a long pause, causing your hips to jolt at the feeling of his lips attaching to the base of your neck. the deep chuckle that followed was a god send, delivering vibrations down and around your body like a rollercoaster.

“mr. b-bang i-“

“shhhh,” he whispered, the sensation of his warm breath instantly melting into your skin, “let’s just talk for a minute.”

a slight nod came from your head. he broke away, plopping right back into his ‘magnificent’ boss-like chair. all you could do was stare as his legs spread wide open, blazer jacket completely off, a few buttons barely hanging on as he looked you up and down. it made you feel small, humiliated, a joke to him.

but you loved it.

“so,” he began, crossing his left leg over, “why did you come in here for?”

“well,” you paused, cussing yourself at the way your voice uncontrollably whined for him, “i just needed someone to talk to because i have been really stressed for the past week.”

a playful smirk ripped onto his lips as he rolled his chair closer to you, placing his hands on either side of you thighs. chin resting on your stomach, you whined. he was being so damn cute right now.

“and why is it that your stressed?” he asked reaching for the remote control on his desk. he pressed the top button, activation of electronic technology filling the room as the dark blinds came out, nothing but the red light mr. bang kept on his desk illuminating the two of you. bodies so close together, glistening in the red shadow. the darkness of what should have been an illuminating direction really revealed the true intentions of what he was thinking. eyes black, teeth grinding, jaw clenched. you were surprised no horns or tail had appeared.

“j-just you know, um, well,”

“spit it out princess,” he hissed, lifting your blouse and pressing a gentle kiss to your skin.

“you’ve given me a lot of deadlines this week and i-“

“aw baby,” he cooed, tangling his digits around wrist once more, leaning back as he dragged you onto his deliciously spreaded lap, “you know i hate when people complain about work.”

you pouted, lazily playing with the exposed skin on his chest,

“i know but mr. bang, i had no one else to talk to about it.”

“wow, my little princess must be stressed out huh,” he queried, “we have to do something about that don’t we?”

you looked up into his gaze, the fiery hunger still evident from before. his legit arm became hooked around your left leg, right hand lifting your skirt, revealing your black lace panties, clearly oozing with arousal. he chuckled.

“is this what you’re always like when you're around me miss. y/l/n?”

too embarrassed to answer you covered your face, feeling the heat of humiliation radiating off your cheeks and he hooked his fingers underneath your undergarment, hasil pulling them down to expose your longing core. The sound of delight that left your boss’ throat was mind boggling. A deep groan, followed by a chuckle of pure satisfaction at your were dripping. He stuck out two fingers right underneath your cunt, smirking at the greedy glistening your juices gently coaching his fingers.

“fuck,” you mumbled, hands still over your face. this was so embarrassing. the way he controlled you. the way you had already submitted to him; he’d barely touch you thus far. His fingers were soft, almost too soft as traced your folds, the desire for direct friction becoming urgent.

“mhm,” you hummed, making sure any sound that left your lips was quiet.

“come on y/n,” he purred, making your legs feel light, “tell me what you want.”

you finally took your hands away, looking down to see mr.bang, you boss, aka, ceo of the company, looking up at you, biting down on the bottom left corner. He was very satisfied with the discombobulated state he had put you in. your posture was weak, back achingly hunched over, hands threatening to grab his wrist and shove them in between your folds, into your entrance, on your body. Anywhere except for on your folds would have been acceptable at this point in time. finger pads becoming stronger, your hips involuntary jerked up, a jolt of pleasure shooting from your core as he adjusted himself, accidentally flicking your clit in the process.

“please,” you whined, sinking to be closer to him, elbows propped in his desk for support, “no more t-teasing.”

the begging flipped a switch in me.bang. he growled, standing up and rustling your by the hips, backside faced to him as he pressed up against you. you gasped. you could only feel the outline of his length, however, you moaned, just at the thought of knowing how well he would fill you little hole up.

his fingertips left your hips, beginning to snake around your body, smoothing over any exposed skin he could create and smother. his touch was delicate; you could tell he was holding back.

“you’re so naughty aren’t you missy?” he chuckled, bringing a hand back around from you front to cup your ass, “practically begging for your bosses cock, during working hours?”

you said nothing. arousal coming over and crashing down into your body at his humiliating words. you could feel your skirt being lifted once more, a slight coolness pressing to your ass as it was now bare, completely exposed. he bit down on his lip, eyes fully glued to your backside as he hands descended, playfully curling the circumference of each cheek.

“mmm,” you groaned, unable to get enough of the way his textured hands felt, “mr. bang your hands feel so goo-“

you were quickly interrupted by the sudden digits encompassing your neck. you eyes widened, caught off guard by his sudden movements.

“please baby, you don’t have to call me mr. bang. call me anything but that.”

his tone was aggressive. you could tell he was being serious. you nervously gulped; what you were doing was highly out of the ordinary, and definitely a huge human resource breach. the last thing you wanted to do was piss him off. his thumb now pressed on your face, you smiled, opening your mouth to invite his shining fingers into your mouth. he moaned, head thrown back as you effortlessly covered his thumb in juicy spit. he quickly brought it back down to your heat, finally sliding it through your folds, barely pressing on your clit. your body lunged forward, but he stopped you. he placed his hands on your back, pushing your body against his desk, face squashed to the side and he got back into his knees. his spread your cheeks, spitting directly into your aching holes. his jaw clenched, enjoying the pathetic whines and mumbles came to your lips as he spread toru wetness around. god it had been so long. if he kept this up, you’d be cumming all over his face in no time.

“tell me baby, what do you want?”

“mmmm, mr.bang- uh i mean, chan, wait, can i call you that?”

“i told you princess,” he purred, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, motioning it towards his tent, “you can call me whatever you want.”

a stifled moan escaped your lips. the outline of his cock was exquisite. it was making your mouth salivate. oh the things you would do to have him in your mouth was eating you up inside.

“can i suck on your cock?”

your answer knocked the wind right out of him. he wasn’t expecting something so straight forward. you tend to beat around the bush when you needed something.

“okay baby, and why do you want to do that?”

he was standing again. pressing his clothed cock right into your bare ass, making your head feel very dizzy. his nose tickling your ear lobe, and lips on the crook of your jaw made you suck in a large breath.

“your cock feels so nice when i touch it,” you paused, turning to face him, “i wanna know what it taste like too.”

the way he grit down on his teeth, making his jaw completely tense up was so fucking hot. the way he became flustered at your response. he woudl love nothing more but to hold your hair up and fuck the shit out of your throat.

“god you’re making me so tempted,” he growled, forming a tight grip on your ass, “but we can do that another time. i just wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

the vulgarity of his voice left in you in a moaning mess. he was so dirty, filthy, the heat oozing out of his pores and onto you, making you feel like you were his destiny. the little fuck toy that you had been fantasizing about.

“mhm,” you whined, desperation evident in your tone, “please fuck me sir, i want to be filled up with your cock.”

“fuckin hell,” he grunted, taking a step back to undo his belt, almsot ripping off his pants in the process, “you’re so fucking dirty you know that?”

“please,” you huffed, “i’m not the one that watched ceo assistant porn in the middle of the day.”

you wanted to look at his face, hoping your words evoked an anger in him that he could easily take out on you.

“you’re such a smart ass huh? lay flat down on the table for me.”

you did as you were told, happily squishing your face against his desk and he began to stroke himself. the devilish moan escaping his lips made everything stop for a moment. were you really doing this right now, with your boss? reality quickly began to settle in. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea-

“oh fuck,” you yelled, quickly covering your mouth as he slammed his cock into you, filling you up to the brim. your eyes were already at the back of your head. yeah, you expected him to fill you up adequately, but your expectations were too way too low; it felt 1,000,000 times better than any image you ever had.

“that shut you up didn’t it,” he smirked, bringing his left hand to your right side, “you’re so fucking tight it’s fucking ridiculous.”

the continuum of cussing that came out of his mouth after every second word was like music to his ears. the professional boss you once knew was thrown out the window. nothing but a horny fucking boss who can’t get anything because he works too hard.

“does it feel good,” he groaned, giving a blow to your ass in the process, “tell me how good my cock feels buried inside you pretty little pussy.”

incase he couldn’t tell from the way your knuckles had become ghost white from the right grip you had on the edge of his desk, you opened your mouth, only able to respond in muffled whimpers and distorted sounds as he rammed his cock in and out of your wanting hole. his chuckle became even deeper, mr.bang falling into another universe as his cock stretched out your walls. his jaw now loose, he hung onto your hair, grouping it into an extremely messy ponytail as he yanked your head back, tears beading at the corner of your eyes. all previous partners were soft, nothing but praise and kindness. you did love that, but feeling like a toy; that was a whole new level of pleasure.

“fuck fuck fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself already begin to clench around him, “pull my hair harder, harder please sir.”

“how can i say no when you ask me so nicely?”

his smirk was now visible to you. your head was all the way back, looking at your boss upside down as he focused on your pussy, finding different ways to push and shove his cock into you harder and faster. you could feel him twitch, especially each time you clenched around him.

“fuck don’t do that y/n,” he growled, now creating a palm or read across your left ass cheek from another slap, “if you keep doing that i’ll fucking cum.”

the giggle that left your throat was sadistic. a mixture of bliss and torture, like you were frothing at the mouth. things were getting really hot now, it would be moments before you burst out in loud cries, shaking from the life changing orgasm you were about to have.

mr.bang paused, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit a different spot. your knees gave way as soon as his position changed.

“bingo,” he smirked, picking up his pace to be even faster from before. he held onto you, hands leaving your hair and wrapped around your arms. it was too much. you were completely under his control. he had gotten you to be right where you needed him. each time he hit your sweet spot was each time your knees buckled; you really didn’t know how much longer you could take.

“mmmmm,” was all you could whine, “c-cum.”

“you’re gonna cum?”

a feeling of relief spread to your chest at the feeling of his thrusts becoming a lot less rhythmic. mr.bang’s forehead was now pressed agaisnt your back, the ice like feeling of the beads of sweat spread across his forehead called you down.

“yes p-please,” you cried, “please make me cum!”

the next second was a blur. all you could feel was the immense pleasure burst from your core, ripping to your stomach and every single other possible part of your body that could feel anything. the crash was hard, legs shaking as he brought 2 fingers down to your clit. he pulled out, storming your back in his liquid before returning to your clit , enjoying the way you struggled underneath him.

“wait y/n!”

he quickly stopped, causing you to fall to you knees, chest heavily moving, panting audibly evident. you opened your eyes. quickly covering your mouth and the mess you had made.

“mr. bang i’m so sorry i’ll get the cleaner to-“

“shh,” he hissed, interrupting your nervous ramble, “let me help you you up first.”

he held out his hands, gently bringing you from the ground. he turned around, giving you time to grab you panties and put them back on. he said nothing, following your direction and rebutting his shirt, looking at the reflection is his computer screen to adjust his tie.

“i’m so sorry-“

“hey, it’s fine, can’t help it if i make you feel so good that you have to squirt everywhere.”

“oh my god,” you mumbled, pacing out of there. you grabbed the handle, about to turn when you heard him call for you.

“wait, y/n!”

he walked up to you, his large figure towering over you as he spoke,

“i hope you’re feeling less stressed now. why don’t you come to my office early tomorrow morning, keep the promise you made about wanting to taste me?”

#okay im tired i sleep now #chan smut #bang chan smut #bang chan #chris bang #chris bang smut #stray kids smut #stray mids fic #kpop #kpop smut #bang chan x reader #chan x reader

[mxchellesworld]

KINKTOBER DAY 1

request from this list 

kink 6, 24 | dialogue 10 

Kylo Ren x Reader

warnings; smut, breeding kink, corruption/innocence kink, mention of blood, injury

a/n: sorry for starting a day late i was so overwhelmed with all the requests flooding in lol, but i am very excited to start this with you horny little monsters! also this is my first time writing for kylo but as an avid star wars fan and prepping by reading some fics im ready to give this a go. 

Hope you enjoy :)

***

Stars you must have been going mad. Being a nurse on the starkiller base wasn’t the most noble job but it was a job nonetheless. Your parents were both high ups working on the base since you were born. You had only known the coldness that came with being on a ship devoted to crushing the resistance. 

You didn’t have many friends at all, mostly keeping to yourself, trying your hardest to stay under the radar from the supreme leader himself. He was a bit older than you, but you had seen his rise into power. He was known to be nothing but stoic, a hard figure ready to crush anyone who got in his way. Though you had never really seen him. Just during the speeches had you gotten a glimpse of the of the obsidian mask. 

It was a normal day in the medical center, tending to those who were recovering from injuries and making sure the place was sanitary should there be an emergency. As you were making your way back to your station a flashing red alarm went off. That only meant one thing, A medical accident in the prestige quarters. You had only hoped it was General Hux or another higher up. 

Making your way through the corridor the pit in your stomach was growing. You dreaded the thought of having to tend to Kylo unnerved you. Maybe it was fear? Or maybe it was the feeling pooling in your trousers at the thought of being able to see what was under the mask. 

As you reached the quarters the other nurses were rushing to the biggest room at the end of the hall. Kylo’s room. He was pacing back and forth, you noticed the giant red gash on his face, but where your real attention went was to his bright eyes. You were stuck in place until you realized you could see them so clearly because he too was taking in your frame. No matter how tall you were he still towered over you. You instantly looked down as you entered the room. Setting your medical supplies down. 

“Master Ren can I ask you to take a seat please,” you let out meekly, sneaking a little glance to make sure he actually heard your voice. 

You heard the chair scrape and felt the gust of his long black cape brush past you. His large boot came into your vision you were still looking down. Maker everything about his was enormous. No. You shook yourself out of your thoughts. These weren’t appropriate thoughts to think about someone who could make sure you disappeared in an instant. 

Your hands shook as you took out the gauze and sanitary serum to apply on his gash. Looking up you noticed he was watching you intently, almost as if he was trying to read you. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated only showing a small ring of the coffee color irises. He was awfully calm, for what you had heard about him The man mad who ruined control panels with the powerful blazing red saber.

The silence in the room was deafening. His heavy breathes outsounded yours as you tried your best to keep your thoughts at bay. 

“Master Ren I’m going to c-clean this up. It might sting so I greatly apologize.” The only sign of recognition of your words was the short grunt he let out. Maker that shot right to your core. 

Even sitting he was barley shorther than you, his face at level with your chin. Taking a breath to steady yourself, one hand took his face while the other dabbed the cotton swab on the cut. He let out a hiss at the discomfort and you held that breath. 

“Continue,” he said lowly. 

You did your best to do your work, minimizing adding onto his discomfort when you felt a sharp pain in your head. You gasped at the feeling, trying to hide the face of shock in order to seem professional. Another while passed and you felt it again. This time accompanied by a voice. It was you. Your thoughts but not your own doing. 

You were frozen looking down into his challenging gaze. Your mind flooded with visions of you on your knees, spit dibbling down your chin. Another of you pressed against silk black sheets, the strange feeling of something large in your most private area. 

Your hand came up to grasp your head. “What are you doing to me?”

“I felt something deep inside you. These are strange thoughts to be having about your supreme leader. You just seem a little.. innocent.”

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks. You were sputtering to let out an answer but nothing seemed to be able to come out. Behind this stoic demeanor there was something almost excited in him. Like he was fueled on seeing your humiliation. 

“It seems the girl can’t get out any words. Can you?”

“No” 

“No, what”

“No master Ren”

He hummed as if pleased with your answer before he continued, “Now care to tell me why such an innocent thing is having these visions?” 

By this point he was standing. You were encompassed in his large frame. Looking down at you expecting an answer. 

You couldn’t speak. There was nothing you could say to save yourself or to to lessen the amount of embarrassment you felt. 

“Still no words.” His hand went and wrapped in your hair. He bent down with you, bringing you down until you were on your knees. “You’re a naive little slut who thinks she can take me.”

You mewled at his words and at the growing pressure from his hand pulling at your scalp. He pulled you closer to his face, sharing a breath as he stared speaking again. “I can ruin you. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, trying your best to nod within his grasp. You hissed as he let go of your hair. Yet you stayed on your knees the evergrowing feeling of wanting to please him blooming in your chest. 

“Good” he said lowly. He heard you thinking again. “Take off your uniform.” 

Your unsteady hands went down to the little plastic buttons on the top of your long tunic. Reaching down to pull it over your head. Next you kicked off your shoes in order get your pants down your legs. Once you were down to your undergarments you could feel him watching you like a hawk. Eyes scanning your body. 

“Get on the bed,” you walked the few feet to the large bed. Dark sheets like the ones in the vision, soft to the touch. He made his way over to you, standing in between in your parted legs. His hand cupping your breast was gentle, strange compared to the harshness of his words. 

“You know I can take what I want.” you gulped. “You’d let me fill all your holes with my seed. Taking you like the needy whore you are.” His hands traveled down to your thin panties. Rough hands gripping the fabric before tearing them right off your lower half. He wasted no time in reaching down to cup your heat. 

“Already so wet,” he said pushing in a finger. You moaned at the intrusion. Thighs trying to close his hand in where you needed it most. He started to curl it in your tight hole. Hitting the spongy spot that you didn’t even know was there. 

“Master Ren please,” you sighed out. 

“So desperate to be fucked. So eager.”

You groaned when he removed his fingers. Instantly yelping as he flipped you over. You tried your best to steady your hands, gripping the sheets before what you knew was to come. Then you felt it. His large leaky tip pressed at your entrance. He let out a groan as he sheathed himself fully in your wet walls. You let out a broken scream at feeling. His stretch driving you mad. Before you knew it his hands went to your hips as he started driving in and out. 

You could feel your essence dripping down your thighs. The pressure of his massive cock reaching the deepest parts of you. You were a mess of broken moans and curses. His bruising grip never faulting, surly to leave marks later on, tears springing in your eyes due to the mix of pain and pleasure. 

“So fucking tight. Just a hole for me to use”

“Kylo please... gonna cum” 

You didn’t think you’d be able to cum without any clit simulation but the feeling was just too sweet. He sped up his thrusts, hitting that spot just right, making you see stars brighter than the ones in the sky. The knot in your belly burst. You bit your lip trying to contain the whimpers and almost scream. 

His thrusts started to falter as he was close to his end. He reached back into your hair pulling you up. His clothed chest pressing against your nude back. 

“Tell me what you want, whore”

“Please fill me with your cum master Ren!”

The groan he let out in your ear doubled with the last harsh thrust in your sensitive pussy was enough of a warning before you felt him spill inside you. He started slowing down trying to ride his high the last he could. You fell forward into the sheets, catching your breath. 

You both shared a sigh as he pulled out, tucking himself back in his trousers. The feeling of your mixed releases sticky and leaking out of you. 

Turning around you saw he picked up your clothes before setting them next to you on the bed. 

“Get back to work,” he said walking out of the room but before making it all the way out he turned and said “I want you back here after your shift” 

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction #adam driver x reader #adam driver smut #chellewrites #kinktober #dkrkinktober

[maysbanks]

she moves in her own way. (jj maybank)

due to the ASTOUNDING response to my first jj fic which i have to say a huuuge thank you to everyone that liked, commented & reblogged, it honestly means the absolute world !! i couldn't wait much longer to start writing for my boy again, i have so many fic ideas and cannot wait to get them out to y'all. this one is shorter than the last, & the title is inspired from the song 'she moves in her own way' by the kooks (lol) but isn't necessarily based off of it, it's just something that i wrote up quickly bc i was in my feels™️ . also i feel very unoriginal with the whole plot and aspect of this but im gonna post it anyway bc i love jj lmao. anyway hope u enjoy !

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, drug use, violence, jj with a gun™️

summary: reader walks the fine line between either pogue or kook, though technically a kook, she ignores all social standings of the obx and jj maybank cannot stop himself from getting caught up in her whirlwind.

( gif isn’t mine! please let me know if it’s yours so i can credit you. )

Everyone seemed to have a different perspective of you, unsurprisingly. You weren't really much of a social butterfly, you kept yourself to yourself, really. Nobody in the Outer Banks knew much about you at all, other than what they had come up with in their heads. And while you tried your best to stay in the shadows, that only seemed to make you stand out more.

You were known for being the best of both worlds - not really a Pogue, but not really a Kook either. While your social status and family wealth suggested you to be a Kook, your free spirit and reckless behaviour fitted you better towards the Pogue style. If anyone were to ask you, you told them you were neither.

Why should a name define you anyway? You thought it was all bullshit, the stupid territorial arguments and the snide comments from both sides. You thought it was ridiculous, you weren't living in The Outsiders, for fuck sake.

You moved in your own way, simple as that. You wouldn't let anyone tell you what to do, where you can't or shouldn't be, it was a free country you'd say, middle finger salute ready to aim towards anyone who dared cross you. You were an enigma, wild and careless, unforgiving and unforgettable. You didn't necessarily like the attention, but you got it. And you knew it, and you played on it, too.

You had used your irresistible charm more than enough times to bail JJ Maybank out of trouble, despite your parents' protest. They didn't have a problem with the Pogues, persay, how could they when your dad been one half of his life before meeting your mom and marrying into the rich lifestyle; they just had a problem with JJ, as many of the parents on the island did. He was an unstoppable force to be reckoned with, weed smoking, knuckles constantly torn, skin bruised, quick wit, sarcastic humour, daddy issues, you know the type. Kids loved him, parents hated him.

You were friends with JJ, you supposed. You spent your time with him talking about your days and smoking a joint, meaningful conversations turning into joking and general tomfoolery within seconds. With JJ, you were simply unapologetically you, and JJ never judged you. He never made you choose a side, seemingly content with the fact that you were a little bit of everything, though there was times when he teased you relentlessly about the Kook life, but that was just JJ.

And despite the social differences, him being a Pogue through and through, you technically a Kook, you were drawn to each other pretty easily. Not that you hung out all the time, but you loved every second when you did, usually joined by his group of best friends - John B, Pope, and Kiara. With Kiara a Kook herself but drawn more to the lifestyle of the Pogue's, she understood you more than anyone. You'd bonded a lot, and with each of them too.

JJ loved that you fitted in with them, like a missing puzzle piece. So perfectly, it shook him to its core. The pair of you were close, but he had no idea where he stood with you, like most people never when it came to you. You were like a rollercoaster, taking people for the most exciting ride of their lives that lasted a full three or so minutes before they returned back to solid ground. You'd given JJ a ride a number of times on your non-existent metaphorical rollercoaster, and he'd returned for another ride time and time again. You couldn't say no to that damned boy.

It was a blessing and a curse, the unspoken relationship you shared. A blessing because JJ was the best thing that happened to you, and a curse because that was your downfall. You never got attached to people, never given yourself the chance. But then JJ Maybank had come along, blonde hair and blue eyes, split lip and sharpened teeth, words cunning. You saw him as a challenge at first, the name Kook Princess haunting you as he spoke them, stood in front of you at the keg upon your first real meeting. He'd held a drink out towards you, smirk perfect on his pink lips.

You'd attended over a hundred kegger's in your lifetime, the Pogue parties more inviting than those of the Kook's. You danced and talked to anyone that came across your path, whether it be unknowing Tourons, unjudging Pogues, or unforgiving Kooks, you drew them all in. You didn't fit in with any of them, JJ had realised. You really did move in your own way, he thought. He liked that, he'd decided. And hey, you were pretty cute too.

On that particular night, he'd spoken to you directly for the first time in a long time. "Would the Kook Princess like a drink?" He'd asked, holding the red cup out towards you. You'd eyed the offended object, and subsequently him, too. He smirked at the attention. You had rolled your eyes.

"Don't call me that," you'd said simply, but taking the cup from his hands regardless. You took a sip, relieved to discover that he hadn't tampered with it in any way. You were still considered a Kook to most people, after all. You could never be too careful. "Thanks, Maybank."

And he'd blinked at you, lips suddenly raising to a sly smile as he shrugged, dimples winking at you as they appeared in his cheeks. "Anytime," and he'd spoken your name back to you and you couldn't get enough of the way it sounded coming from his mouth, and you realised hey, this guy is pretty cute, and the rest, as they, is history.

You were in the midst of another infamous Pogue kegger at the current, months after your first introduction to JJ Maybank and his friends, and you stood off to the side, listening to JJ intently as he ranted about the events of the day he'd endured. Starting from finding a Grady White sunken in the marsh, "A fucking Grady Marsh, they're like 500 G's man!", to discovering that the boat belonged to Scooter Grubbs, who had coincidentally been found dead that same day, to getting chased by two guys with a gun, to the finding of the motel key from the wreck and breaking in that same motel room, finding a safe full of money and a gun of all things, to their best attempt at laying low which, unsurprisingly, resulted in the kegger in the first place.

JJ was wild in his recite of the events, hands gesturing every which way as you watched him with your lips curled into your mouth, resisting a smile at his antics. When he finished he retelling, you raised an eyebrow and chuckled dryly. "So, complete and utter boring day for you, huh?"

JJ chuckled along with you, shaking his head as if he was still in disbelief from everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours. "Man, it was crazy," he muttered. He looked at you then, eyes sincere. "I wish you were there with us. It was like something straight from a movie, I'm telling you. I feel like such a badass with that gun."

Your secret joy at his confession of that he wished you were was short lived, as the last of his words sunk in and you felt dread build in the pit of your stomach. You stared at him, him so excited that he hadn't even realised your face had dropped, before you reached out and grabbed his arm, effectively halting his movements and stopping the hurried flow of words that were leaving his mouth.

"JJ," you said carefully, eyes trained on his as he stared, clueless. "Please tell me you did not take that gun from the safe."

Your heart dropped as you saw him falter, his lips helplessly moving but no words coming out. He held a hand up, as if to hush you, though you hadn't started to speak again, and then his hand had dropped just as quick as it was raised, his teeth biting down on his chapped lip as the realisation dawned on you.

"JJ Fucking Maybank," you spat, hands slapping gently at his arms, because you could never really hurt him, you just wanted him to know you were pissed. "Do you realise how fucking careless that is? How much trouble you could get into, if anyone knew you had a gun-" your voice trailed off, your eyes closing as you exhaled. "JJ, please tell me you don't have it on you right now."

His lack of reply was the only answer you needed, and your stomach churned as you stepped back from his figure, suddenly feeling sick. He followed you, though, not letting you get too far as he took your arms in his hands and tried to drag you closer to him once more. You shook your head, arms slipping from his hold as you glared at him fiercely.

"That's so fucking stupid, JJ. You could get into serious trouble with this, trouble I won't be able to get you out of." You warned, because you knew it was true. Your charm and looks could get him out of some trouble to its extent, but it was more so your parents wealth and status that got the both of you out of shit when you managed to get into it, and you also knew your parents would literally throw a fit if you got involved in something like this - carrying a gun was no joking matter. You stepped back once more, hand finding its way to your forehead. "And from a crime scene, no less. Fucking hell."

JJ licked his lips, standing back roughly as you watched, his jaw clenching. "Well I'm not asking for your help here, Princess," he taunted, the nickname sending a wave of annoyance through you. JJ knew it would. "It's not like I ask you to help me, you're just there. Thinking I need help, like I'm some fucking charity case, a fucking doll you picked up from the thrift store that was gonna be thrown out the next day."

You tried to protest, but JJ didn't give you the chance. "I don't need your help all the fucking time. I don't need your pity. I get that you won't understand because why would you? You're a Kook, you get everything you want handed to you on a silver platter. And you can argue and fight me about it all you want, but I know you know it's true."

He sighed heavily, hands running down his face in a sign of defeat. You watched him all the while, thankful that you had ventured off the outskirts of the party so that hopefully nobody had heard JJ shouting at you, your heart wrenching as his blue eyes settled on you. "I'm sorry, JJ," you said finally. You refused to cry, though the desire to at the sight of him being so mad at you tore you apart. "I'm just trying to look out for you. With the gun thing, with everything that I help you with. And I know I'm a Kook, and I know that my parents could afford to buy half of this fucking island if they pleased, but that doesn't define me. I care, okay? And I know I care a lot more than a lot of people in your life."

It was probably a low blow, and you knew it. But JJ took it in, let the words sink into his brain where they stayed there, his fists clenching at his sides. You crossed your arms over your chest, defeated.

"I'm gonna go back to the party," you whispered. "I'll see you around, I guess." You eyed his pockets, unsure of where exactly he held the gun. "Be careful, okay."

And even when you were angry with him, you still tried to make sure he was okay, that he stayed safe. There was multiple occasions you'd showed up unannounced, simply asking how his day was, if he okay, if he had eaten that day, stayed hydrated. At first the attention startled him, he'd never really had anyone look out for him in that aspect, and yet there you were, like an angel sent from the gods themselves, smiling down at him.

You cared, he realised. You cared so much that sometimes he couldn't take it, because he didn't know how. The most family he'd ever gotten close to having in his life was the Pogues, after losing his mother and subsequently losing his father too as he turned into the monster that he was, cold and distant, fists always poised ready for an imaginary fight, and he knew that someday the Pogues would even slip through his fingers. He couldn't let that happen with you. He wouldn't.

He'd started off in your direction, truly, he had. But then John B was grabbing him and averting his attention to him, and he focused on his friend, promising only a minute of his time. You were in his sights, stood a bit away, and he recognised the couple you were talking to as Sarah Cameron and Topper Thorton, Kooks through and through. He held his distaste back, and even held a drink out to offer to Sarah as she and Topper made their way past where he and John B were standing. Big fucking mistake, he realised quickly.

It had all happened in a blur of events, each little bit leading to big finale - as he watched his best friend being held down in the water, powerless to Topper who kneeled over him, hands forcing John B to stay put in the sea. Sarah was screaming at Topper, Pope was holding JJ back with all his might, Kie beside them as she screamed along with Sarah to let John B go. And there you were, suddenly beside JJ, gripping his arm tightly as you took in the sight with a horrified glare. JJ didn't even hesitate; the gun had been pulled from his shorts and was directed at Topper's head in the blink of an eye.

The fury in his veins was red hot and ugly, tearing through every part of him like a vice. This was the Pogues land, their side of the island, and yet the Kooks still thought they could get away with anything and everything - including, apparently, attempting to drown his best friend.

"Your move, broski," JJ uttered through clenched teeth. He could hear the screams of the crowd behind him, and he pulled the gun away from Topper's head and into the direction of the sky, firing two shots towards it as the crowd of people quickly dispersed, screeches sounding from all over. "Now everybody needs to get the fuck off our side of the island!"

He was shoved to the side as Sarah rushed to her boyfriend, telling him he was fucking crazy or something like that, he wasn't really listening. The shots rang in his ears, and the adrenaline of the moment soured through him. Kie and Pope were screaming at him, he could hear their voices distantly. His blue eyes were unfocused for a second, before they looked up, and there you were.

Sent from the gods themselves, once again. You looked vibrant, so insanely alive, lips red and cheeks flushed, eyes bright. You let out a shaky breath as you watched him. JJ clenched his jaw.

"He was going to drown John B," he thought he'd said, but he wasn't sure. He didn't really know what to keep track of at that moment, Kie and Pope's obvious disapproval at him literally doing the one thing they swore not to do, Sarah and Topper stumbling away from the scene in the distance, John B getting up and muttering something along the lines of he wasn't going to drown me, or you, simply staring at him.

Before he knew what he was doing, JJ had made his way towards you. The gun was still held in his hands, and you swallowed thickly as you eyed it. "You should put that away," you muttered. JJ seemed confused, before he caught on to what you meant and he shoved the gun back to the spot of in between his shorts and his hip. "You literally did the one thing I said not to, you tool."

JJ cracked a smile, small and uncertain as he gazed at you. You stepped closer to him, eyes glancing over his shoulder. "You really pissed them off," you said, meaning his friends.

JJ shrugged, because he didn't care about their opinion, he cared about yours. And if you hated him now, hated the fact that he was just some dirty Pogue who held guns against people's heads now, apparently. "I don't care about what they think," he spoke softly. You looked at him confused. "I care about what you think."

You smiled softly, shrugging one shoulder. "Topper was going to drown John B," you replied, matter of fact. "If you hadn't stepped in when you did, who knew what could have happened. Nothing could have stopped him." You bit your lip, hand reaching out and touching his face gently, thumb soothing over the worried line between his brows. "You did the right thing, J. A fucking crazy and stupid thing, potientally dangerous, but the right thing nonetheless."

"Yeah, that's kind of my go-to, if you haven't already noticed," JJ smiled, tongue running over his bottom lip. You rolled your eyes, though playful. "Look, I'm sorry about before, okay. I was a dick. I know you care, but sometimes that's what scares me."

Your eyebrows furrowed, a confused expression on your face as your hand dropped from his face to intertwine with his own hand, his gaze suddenly becoming fixed on your linked hands, his other absentmindedly playing with your fingers that held his hand.

"It's like, you're this untouchable thing. I mean, you don't belong to anyone, you refuse to go by anything other than your name, and you're like this perfect mix between Pogue and Kook even if you do hate it and everyone knows who are you and they make these stories up about you, like that's how popular you are," JJ chuckled. "And then you hang out with me, you look past all the dirty Pogue shit, see me for who I am, and you care. And you care so god dammed much that it fucking terrifies me because nobody's ever cared that much before about me, so why should you?"

His hand left yours to remove the hat from sitting atop his hair and then run his hand through the blonde locks. You could see his tongue running along the outsides of his bottom teeth, the action causing a bump beneath his skin. He looked nervous than you had ever seen him before, and you'd both gotten into enough nerve-wracking situations together to compare. You sighed as your hands reached for his face, gripping his cheeks and forcing his eyes to gaze down at yours.

"JJ Maybank," you started, grinning softly. "You listen to me while I tell you that you deserve the fucking world and more. All this shit that you're going through, all the crap you deal with on a daily basis, you carry it so well that nobody would even know. You fight through each day and I don't even know how you manage it half the time. I admire you so much, J. And I can't help but care about you, even if you don't want me to. I care about you so much, that you wanna know a secret? It scares me too."

JJ gazed down at you lovingly, his forehead moving to rest against yours. You welcomed the embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist and squeezing you gently, as if reassuring himself that you were actually there.

"JJ," you whispered as you were stood in silence for a precise minute, neither of you daring to break the silence until you had. His blue eyes stared into yours, awaiting the next part of your speech. You swallowed your nerves down, figuring fuck it. "I'm so in love with you."

He grinned, his head swooping down before you knew it and his lips pressing against yours in a heated embrace that sent a sensation of butterflies to fly wildly in your stomach, bashing against your ribcage and taking your breath away. Shivers flew up your spine, and every hair on your body stood on edge as the kiss grew heavier, tongues brushing and teeth clattering, bodies pressed against each other as much as they could manage.

When JJ's lips left yours, you almost whined. JJ grinned cheekily, hands digging into your hips. "I love you," he breathed against the skin of your neck as he buried his head there, lips tickling the flesh. "I can't believe you just macked on me while I have a gun in my pocket."

You rolled your eyes and tugged gently on his hair, spurring a laugh from him as you shoved him away and grinned despite yourself. "Do not remind me, please," you warned him, allowing him to pull you into his side as you made your way down the beach. "I still can't believe you took that thing."

"I knew it'd come in handy though," he grinned, pulling you closer with the arm thrown over your shoulder. You wrapped yours around his waist, face squished in his chest as you shook your head.

"You're an idiot, Maybank."

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Sparrow!Reader - oneshot - WICKED

These are very similar requests so im just smashing them together!

random-thoughts-and-spoken-words 

Hi! I love all of your stories, they’re so well written and amazing! So, I have a request. Could you do a short little thing about the reader being in the end of the first movie, but she chooses to be evil, and goes back to the Isle for Harry, who’s really happy she’s back. Then could you end it with a week passed and Ben sends men to ask Harry and the reader back over? You could add Gil and Uma to that list too. If you can’t do it, that’s fine. Love all of your works!!

@random-thoughts-003​

could you the reader choosing evil at end of first movie, for Harry and because she truly evil. she goes back, rejoins old gang, Uma’s crew. creates chaos more than before, kidnaps Ben. When core four try to say she’s good, she purposely almost kills one of them. in third movie, she doesn’t make it past the barrier and has to wait for Harry and Gil. when they come back, prepared to live out their days, they find Reader somehow got even the worst villains to give up their territory and let the crew steal their things. the sea three get to the ship, the crew was 100% better fighters. when the barrier is taken down, Harry tries to convince reader to come, but she says she’s waiting for someone. Thinking she’s cheating on him, he stays there to see who she is meeting. Turns out it’s her father Jack Sparrow and they plan to make the Isle into the modern Tortuga. Harry walks over and Reader introduces him to her father as boyfriend. later on, when he confesses he thought she was cheating, could you end it with her “Oh Harry, I may be evil in my soul, but I’d never go so low as that.” (They started dating at the beginning of second movie.)

How dare they, they would just…UP AND ABANDON THE REST OF THE ISLE?! Rotten to the core my ass.

You snarled, turning away, pausing as a hand fell on your shoulder. “(y/n) is good too! You have no ide- AH!” your arm flourished out, a gleaming switch-blade in your hand, slicing at Mals arm.

“get away from me you traitor” you growled, glaring down at the purple-haired fae, who started up at you in shock, holding her sliced arm close to her chest.

“wha-wh-(y/n)?” Evie stuttered, grasping Mals shoulder and pulling her back “what's gotten into-“

You snarled, turning and walking out of the cathedral. Ben and Evie raced after you, calling your name “(y/n)! wait!” Ben yelled, you huffed spinning around and crossing your arms.

“what do you need princey?” you drawled “I have an isle to get back to” Ben tilted his head in confusion, bless his soul, good intentions, but poorly executed.

“why? Why would you want to go back to the isle” he asked, genuinely curious, evie was frowning, looking concerned.

“I left assuming my friends would join me after everything, but since that didn’t happen, im going back, im not abandoning them.”

You spun on your heel, stomping off and making your way to the limos, snatching a bridge remote, you paused, groaning and walking to the dorms, for once happy that you had a room all to yourself, grabbing all your gear and stuffing it in a bag.

You snatched your compass and hat, fixing the tricorn on your head and hefting your bag over your shoulder, heading back to the limos.

You unlocked one and tossed your bag in the back, ripping off the flags and the hood ornament, pocketing it and making your way to the driver's seat.

“(y/n)!” you paused, looking back, pup, the shorter boy trotting after you, dude running after him.

You sighed, leaning back on the car “what do you want pup” you muttered, a sneer on your lip.

He stopped a few feet in front of you, slightly out of breath “you don’t know how to drive, ill take you” you stopped, staring wide-eyed at him.

“Carlos the fuck” you muttered, “you’re coming back with me?”

“no” he shook his head “no im dropping you off, I understand why you want to go back, but if you go alone someone could get that remote and leave the isle, we both know there are some people who deserve to be on the isle.”

You slowly nodded, you might be evil, but you weren’t heartless, and beasty boy had been trying to right the wrongs of his father.

You sighed, walking around to the passenger side and opening the door, plopping down and nodding to Carlos “well, im not waiting all day!”

He beamed, sliding into the driver's seat dude hopping in after him and climbing into the back, head peeking through the sliding window door.

You slid down into your seat, watching as Auradon passed by in a blur, turning into the ocean as a golden bridge built below you.

=

You gave a salute to Carlos as he nodded back at you, turning the limo around and driving back off the isle. you breathed in, looking to your right, the large metal tube leading to the docks letting the smell of the ocean into the old garage.

“home sweet home” you muttered, squaring your shoulders and walking through the tube.

You smirked as you saw the common folk walking around, some fishing some simply just sitting in the cloud glazed sun.

“(y/n)” a thick boyish accent came from your left, you spun, a smile breaking through your lips as you spotted the boy you had missed so much.

His ocean blue eyes were glazed with surprise, the line of fish he was holding dropping to the deck, his mouth gaping open.

“yer- yer back! I thou-Oof!” he wheezed, tumbling back when you charged at him and rammed into his torso, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tightly.

He caught himself on a barrel, chuckling as he hooked his hook on his pants belt loop, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your neck. “I've missed yeh lassie” he muttered, hand reaching up to cup the back of your head “when did yeh get back?”

“About five minutes ago”  you mumbled, leaning heavily into him, pouting as he tugged your shirt to pull you off of him.

“well, glad ta have yeh back lassie” he patted your cheek, spotting your bag behind you. He picked ti up and slugged it over his shoulder, giving you his arm and leading you to the chip shop.

“LOOK WHOS BACK!” he hollered, the patrons looking up with glares, looking back down quickly as they spotted you.

“(y/n)!” the crew yelled, uma coming out from the kitchen and smirking.

“there you are, I knew you wouldn’t leave us behind!” you grinned, breaking away from Harry and leaping towards Uma and colliding into her.

“I would never” you chuckled, rubbing your cheek into her head “im not like the traitors” you pulled away, tensing as you prepared to be tackled by the crew.

Which you were.

The rest of the day was spent taunting the tv which showed the after party of the coronation. And a rowdy party for your return.

=

You hummed as you walked the allys of the isle, harry next to you, arm around your shoulder. Ben stepped out from the ally, blinking surprised as he locked eyes with you.

“(y/n- AH!” Ben let out a yelp as Gonzo and Bonny jumped at him, gagging him and tying his wrists together.

“let's go beasty boy!” bonny cackled, her and gonzo dragging him away, you hummed, patting Harry's back as he swaggered forward to taunt the traitors.

You leaned on the wall next to you, flipping out your switchblade to pick your nails.

A few moments later harry reemerged, once more wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you back to the ship, talking about how pups' hair was weird and Jay had lost his touch.

=

Hours later, you stood next to uma, eyes scanning Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Lonnie. Carlos held the wand, handing it to mal as harry brought ben forward.

“hol’ up!” uma called, mal pausing in handing the wand to uma, and harry stopping ben in his tracks. “too easy, we wanna see it work!”

Mal swallowed harshly, eyes flashing about “you always were quite the drama queen” mal sneered, looking behind her at dude.

Uma nodded, rolling her eyes, “oh and nothing too big or ben is fish bait!”

Mals' eyes flashed with worry, she turned, waving the wand about “although it may seem absurd, turn your bark into a word!” nothing, dude just blinked at her.

Uma turned to you, rolling her eyes. Mal let out a nervous laugh, growling at dude through her teeth “talk dog!”

“Does this vest make me look fat?” you blinked….alrighty then, dude could talk. So the wand was real…hopefully.

“give me the wand!” uma yelled, reaching for it, mal stepping back and pointing to ben.

“give me Ben!” she yelled back, you huffed, waving Harry forward. He pushed ben to his knees, sword ready to swing.

As uma took the wand, you watched as mal hurried to rush ben and the others out….and jay guarding a barrel of swords.

…it was a trick.

You snarled, watching as nothing harped as Uma cast the spell. “NO!” she screamed, snapping the fake wand on her knee “YOU DO NOT GET TO WIN EVERYTIME!” she turned to the crew.

“GET ‘EM!” in the corner of your eye you spotted Carlos whip out a slingshot, shooting gloves filled with a colored substance.

As the hit, they exploded into smoke. you stumbled back into harry who tucked you into his side and covered you with his jacket. You growled, unsheathing your sword and bolting forward, slicing at mal, who hardly had time to doge.

You nicked her neck, she stared at you in shock, yelping as you spun around and sliced at her legs, she jumped back, Ben grabbing her arm and running towards the tunnel that leads to the old garage.

“(y/n) please, we know you're better than this come back to aura-AH!” you leaped forward growling as you thrust your sword at his chest, ben falling back in fright.

“don’t you dare try, im bad to the soul, and I ain't comin’ back” you blocked a swing from Lonnie, the black-haired girl swallowing in fright as she locked eyes with you.

You huffed, pushing her back and kicking her stomach, dodging a stab from Carlos.

“ ‘Scuse me pup” you smirked, disarming him and gripping his wrist and flipping him around and slamming him to the ground.

--small time skip--

You screamed, throwing your sword to the ground, watching as Mal walked away. “UGG! OUT OF MY WAY!” Uma pushed past you and Harry, ducking into a shortcut to the garage.

You seethed, walking back to the ship, slamming open the door to yours and Harry's room, screaming as you slammed your fist into the hanging withered punching bag.

“lass, please calm-love” Harry walked in after you, watching as you tore up your fist punching the cracking old leather on the bag.

“AHHHHH” you let out a harsh scream “IT'S NOT FAIR!” you collapsed to the floor, Harry dropping with you and cradling you in his arms.

“Hey, hey” he cooed “it’s okay love, uma will find a way, well get off this hell rock” you sniffed, letting Harry's thumb brush away your tears.

“I know, we will” you muttered, cuddling into his chest. Harry picked you up, laying you on your bed. He shucked his shoes off and plopped next to you, tugging you into his chest.

“take a nap love, yeh need to have a rest” you hiccuped, burrowing into his chest and closing your eyes, slipping into a fitful nap.

=

You sighed, watching as Harry and Gil jumped through the barrier, smiling softly as Harry turned back and mouthed ‘ill be back for you’

You nodded, twisting around on your heel.

You had some jobs to do while they were gone.

=

Harry sighed, watching Auradon disappear from the limo window. At least he would be going back to (y/n). as he stepped out of the limo, Uma, and Gil following him, he noticed something odd.

The isle seemed…cleaner? Uma stepped next to him, spinning around in a small circle.

“what the fuck happened?” she muttered, a confused look on her face. “its…. I don’t know how to describe it?”

“ ello cap’n” harry grinned spinning around, bolting towards you as his eyes locked onto you.

“(y/n)!” he laughed, throwing his arms around you and picking you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. “gods I missed yeh”

“you were only gone for two days” you chuckled, running your hand through his hair, the other resting on his neck “but I missed you too”

Harry set you down on your feet, uma crashing into you “miss ya girl” you laughed, patting her back “missed ya to captain”

You broke away from her, leading them back to the ship. The three looked around, the usual big villans hulking around were yet to be seen. “look whos back!” a thick Scottish accent came from behind, an arm wrapping around Harry's shoulders, tugging him into their side and rubbing their knuckles into his head.

“how yeh doing lil’ bro? enjoying the life of a hero?” harry groaned, ducking under Harriet's arm.

“shut up Hettie” he muttered, pushing her away “where is everyone, not two days ago Frollo was screaming his ‘ead off just right there”

Harriet smirked “yer little girlfriend took over the isle, even scar and eq bowed under her heel” uma, harry, and Gil blinked in shock, looking to (y/n) who just shrugged and continued to walk to the ship.

Umas jaw dropped as they arrived, the crew was sparing together, and….they were a lot better than the last time she saw them.

Gonzo side flipped, avoiding bonny downswing, spotting uma as he twisted around to block a stab from Desiree.

“CAPTAIN!” he yelled, the crew yelled out with him, dropping their swords bolting down the gangplank and eagerly greeting uma.

“you’re back!”

“We missed you!”

“yer mas food is so shitty without ya!”

“cap'n! I dyed my hair, ya see!!!”

“I got a tattoo!!”

“I pierced my tongue!”

Uma rushed to rub her face, tears burning at her eyes, and here she though her crew dropped her as soon as she failed at cotillion.

You grinned, gesturing for gil to lift uma on his shoulders, as he did so uma let out a yelp a tear slipping down her cheek.

“whats her name!?” you called out, the crew sounding her name with resonance.

“UMA!”

“now lets party!” gil beamed, parading around the ship with uma on his shoulders, the crew rushing to grab the treasured rum and candy.

=

“lass come one, what are yeh waitin fer” Harry held out his hand, one foot crossing the barrier to Auradon.

“someone” you muttered, looking towards the ocean, but to harry, you were looking back towards the isle.

‘is….is she cheating on me?’ his heart hurt, after a year and a half of dating, you were just going to betray him like that.

Was it because he helped save Auradon??

“well,” he muttered “im waitin’ with yeh” you gave a shallow nod, not really listening.

An hour later, long after the freed vks and some villains had crossed the bridge. A certain ship appeared in the distance. You stood from your spot on the stairs, harry standing with you a heavy from on his face.

As the ship docked against the isle, harry felt confused….the person you were waiting for wasn’t even on the isle?

“DAD!” hol up wha-….HOLY FUCK JACK SPARROW?!”

“darling!” the now old pirate opened his arms, jack the monkey(who hadn’t aged in the years he had joined your father after Barbosa died) screeching in excitement, bouncing on jacks shoulder.

“oof” jack laughed as you collided with his chest, wrapping you in a tight hug.

“lass?” you turned a bright smile on your face, holding out your hand.

“harry! This is my dad, dad meet my boyfriend, Harry hook!” jack gestured for Harry to come close, holding out his own hand.

Harry grasped Jack's hand, gasping as he pulled him in for a hug.

“Good ta meet you lad, thank you for making my (y/n) happy all these years”

“so” Harry pulled back, looking from you to jack “why are yeh here”

“we’re turning this place into the new Tortuga!” you grinned, spinning around, arms wide open “pirate and sailor paradise!”

Harry laughed, “sounds awesome lass…oh was that why yeh took control of the isle?” you nodded.

“yep, couldn’t have Jafar or something try to take over”

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “look lass, I need ta apologize fer somethin’” you tilted your head, raising your brow.

“for wha’?”

“I though ye were cheatin’ on me…when yeh said ye were waiting fer someone” you laughed, stepping close to Harry and hugging him.

“aw hookie, I may be evil, but I would never go as low as that~”

Harry snorted “I know, im sorry”

Jack smiled, looking around at the isle.

“master gibbs! I think its time to start fixin up this dump”

“aye captain!”

---the end---

I got this request back in January!! At least the longer more detailed one, forgot when I got the short one, but since they are VERY similar, I just mushed them together, thanks for reading and waiting!

#descendants #Descendents #disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine

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Conclusions (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Conclusions  Rating: PG-13 Length: 2100 Warnings: Angst (fear of abandonment, jumping to conclusions)  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in November 1992. Shoutout to @heather-lynn​ for unintentionally convincing me to finish this.  Summary: Reader wakes up alone.

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Despite how exhausted you were every day, sleep seemed to be a rather difficult pursuit to achieve. A pursuit that seemed to evade you until those last few hours before your alarm clock went off and a new day was forced to begin. Even on the weekends, your body refused to let you get more than a handful of hours of sleep. 

Being pregnant sucked. At least you weren’t throwing up quite as frequently as you were in those first few months. 

Recently — very recently — you had discovered that Javier was pretty good at putting you to sleep. Sure, he gave a killer back massage, but his real skills came from his mouth. That first night with him hadn’t given him the opportunity to show off what his mouth could do. 

All Javi had to do was spend an hour or so between your legs, helping you crest over the edge, and in the post-orgasm haze your body finally gave in and let you relax. 

But just because he got you to fall asleep, didn’t mean the baby growing inside you would let you stay asleep. Like clockwork, somewhere around one or two in the morning you’d find yourself wide awake until you finally fell back asleep somewhere around five. It was torture. 

The sunlight streaming through your bedroom window was what started to wake you up at first. You stirred, stretching your legs out beneath the covers — seeking a cool spot to keep them as you started to roll over onto your other side.

“What time is it?” You mumbled, eyes still closed as you reached out beside you. Your heart sank as you found the bed beside you empty. 

It was the weekend. Javier always stayed over for the weekend. 

You ran your hand over the sheets beside you, finding them cool to the touch. He hadn’t been laying there for at least an hour. Maybe longer. 

Had he said something about not being able to stay? As far as you knew, he wasn’t on assignment this weekend. Javier tried his best to avoid being thrown into the field over the weekends — it was the only time the two of you could just be.

A rush of unbidden emotion flooded your senses. 

What if he had left? What if, at some point last night, he’d decided he didn’t want this. The baby. You. 

And that cut you to the core. 

Maybe you deserved it. After all, you’d been the one to leave him first. Was this how he felt the morning after? Confused. Alone.

You rolled onto your back, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes in a vain attempt to forestall the tears that you felt brimming in them. You couldn’t fucking stand how emotional you were. You were never one to cry. You’d been through too much shit in your life to sit around and cry about it… but pregnancy?

Everything made you want to cry. 

But this? The sudden rush of fear that Javier had finally had enough of this bullshit, made you want to crawl into a hole and die. You could do this alone, if you had to… but you couldn’t do it in Colombia.

Knowing what it felt like to be loved by him — losing that? You weren’t going to subject yourself to the pain of having to work across an office from him. Maybe they’d let you transfer to another office stateside. 

You could go back to Atlanta, if they’d have you there. You’d left on good terms and given your situation, you’d take a shitty desk job just to stay with the agency. You’d work your way back up from the groundfloor if you had to.

The tears fell freely, trailing down over your temples and dampening your pillow just above your ears. You stared up at the ceiling, willing yourself to stop jumping to conclusions. But you were already mapping out a future for you and your baby that didn’t include Javier. And that brought on a fresh wave of tears. 

You could do this on your own. You didn’t need anyone. You were actually really good at living your life alone. Besides, you wouldn’t be alone if you had your daughter. You wouldn’t fail her the way you had been failed. 

Reluctantly you sat up, wiping away the tears as they slid down your cheeks. Fuck. What a shitty way to start off a Saturday — crying almost always caused you to suffer through a headache for the rest of the day.

Thanks Javier.

You frowned as your eyes flickered to the corner of the room, where Javier’s jeans had been tossed last night. They were still right there, untouched… alongside his boots. Huh. While he had plenty of pairs of extra pants stored in your dresser — he only had the one pair of boots.

Somehow you doubted he’d been in such a haste to leave that he’d fled your apartment barefoot.

You looked towards your bedroom door as you heard a shuffling sound on the other side of it, just before it was pushed open slowly and Javier popped his head through the crack. He looked surprised to see you awake, though that surprise quickly shifted into worry as he met your eyes. “Baby, have you been crying?”

“No.” You lied, wiping at your cheeks. 

“Hey…” Javier said gently as he climbed into bed with you. He reached out and took your hands into his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them. “Baby, what’s wrong?” 

You shook your head as you looked away from him, your eyes fixed on the window. “I feel like a fucking idiot.” You admitted, squeezing his hands tightly, before you pulled your hands from his grasp. “Oh my God.” You covered your face as you brought your knees towards your chest as tears started to fall anew. 

Javier hesitated at first. You couldn’t blame him for being confused. When else had he had to deal with a hormonal pregnant woman? “Baby. Baby.” He reached out, running his hand over your back before he moved to sit behind you, pulling you back against his chest. 

You turned, tucking your head under his chin as you let him hold you. “I hate crying.” You complained, sniffling as you wiped away your tears as they slid down your cheeks. “I hate it.” 

“You wanna tell me why you’re crying?” He questioned, playing his fingers through your hair, cradling the back of your neck. 

“It’s stupid.” You admitted. “So fucking stupid.” 

“I bet it isn’t,” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

You sighed heavily, your voice wavering as you answered him. “I thought you left.” 

“What?” You felt the way he stiffened beneath you and it made your heart ache. 

“I woke up and you weren’t in bed.” You started, chewing on your bottom. “I immediately jumped to conclusions and assumed you left.”

“Baby, why would you think that?”

“Because I’m pregnant.” You shoved him lightly in the chest, pulling back to meet his eyes. 

“All these tears are because you thought I left?” He questioned, arching a brow as he regarded you. 

“I told you it was stupid.” You pulled yourself out of his hold, trying to move away from him. “Let go, I need to pee.” 

Javier’s arms went slack around you, letting you crawl out of the bed and away from him. You ducked out the bedroom door, heading across the hall to the bathroom. 

You did need to pee, but in reality, you just wanted to escape from him. Just for a little while. 

At first, you’d thought the sleepless nights, nausea, and the constant need to pee would be the worst part of pregnancy, but in reality it was the tidal wave of emotions that constantly plagued you. Honestly, the men at work were lucky you hadn’t turned them in eunuchs over the slightest inconvenience. 

Fresh tears started falling again as you sat on the toilet. You hadn’t fully addressed just how much you were afraid of him leaving you. Sure, you’d said as much to him (maybe not in so many words) but the fear was real and ever-present. You didn’t need him, but you wanted him. You desperately wanted him to stay. 

And you still hadn’t even told him that you loved him. Those three little words still lived somewhere deep inside of you, too precious to let loose until you were positive he wasn’t going to break your heart. 

You hadn’t bothered to lock the door in your haste, which meant there was nothing preventing Javier from barrelling straight into the bathroom with you.

“Javier! Get out.” You hissed, grabbing the spare roll of toilet paper and chucking it at him. “We are not at this level yet.” 

“Baby, I held your hair up while you puked up a day’s worth of food three nights ago. You sitting on the toilet isn’t going to sour a goddamn thing.” Javier picked up the roll of toilet paper, sitting it on the sink as he knelt down beside you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.” 

You rolled your eyes, scoffing quietly as you stared down at the floor in front of you. “Don’t apologize, Javi. You’re allowed to get out of bed,” You grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped at the tear tracks on your cheeks. “I’m just being fucking emotional.” 

He reached out and gave your knee a squeeze, “Look, I don’t know much about pregnancy, but I think it’s pretty normal to be emotional, baby. Don’t beat yourself over this.” 

You clenched your eyes closed for a moment, before you finally focused your gaze on him. “I just hate how quickly I jumped to the conclusion, Javi. I didn’t even consider that you might’ve been—”

“Making breakfast for you?” Javier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your knee, before he peeled himself up off the floor. “I thought I’d do something nice and make breakfast for you. So you didn’t have to get out of bed yet.”

You sniffled, wiping away another tear as it slid down your cheek. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed, Javi.” You mumbled, chewing on your bottom lip as you felt it tremble. “Now I feel like an even bigger ass.” 

“Baby.” He sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m not gonna stand here and let you beat yourself up about this.” You stared at him for a long moment, before he clicked his tongue against his teeth and jerked his head towards the door. “Come on. Your tea’s gonna be cold by the time we get back out there.”

You stood up and flushed the toilet, before moving to wash your hands off at the sink. “Are you going to keep watching me?” You questioned, turning to look at him.

“Yeah. I don’t trust you not to lock the door after I walk out of here.” He gave you a pointed look. “C’mere, baby.” Javier held his arms out for you. “I’m not going to judge you for how you react. Ever.”

You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “I just hated how I felt.” You admitted, looking up at him as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” He promised you, giving your hips a squeeze as they settled there. “I promise you, you’re stuck with me.” 

“I know.” You sighed, rubbing at the spot between your brows. “Did you say you made tea?”

“You got a headache?”

“Of my own making, unfortunately.” You grumbled. “Maybe a little caffeine from the tea will help it.” 

“I made your favorite,” Javier told you with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the spot your fingers had just soothed. He pressed a second kiss to your nose and then a third to your lips. “Do you have anything planned for today?”

You shook your head slowly. 

“Good.” He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “I think we deserve a day spent in bed.” 

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “I think it might do us both some good.” 

You reached down and interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing three times. How had you let yourself be so easily convinced that he was going to leave you? The way he looked at you — the way he’d always looked at you — was not the look of a man who had plans to abandon you. That sort of adoration was a once in a lifetime thing.

And you’d both been willing to wait for it. 

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